College Years)) Jeff the killer x Female Reader||| BOOK 2 |||

3))Dreams. :smutwarning:

A few days after the party, you get back to your dorm after your classes. Exhausted, you decide to take a shower.
Rebecca and Sammy went to another party, so you had the dorm all to yourself till late tonight.

You think back to the bonfire. Seeing Jeff for the first time in a year really surprised you. You thought you'd never see him again.

You turn the shower off after you're done, and step out, wrapping a towel around your body.
You walk out of the bathroom, humming a tune to yourself as you dig through your dresser for some pajamas.
You were going to go to bed early because all of your classes were early in the morning, so you needed as much sleep as possible.
You slide into your favorite pair of pajama shorts and throw an old tee over your body. You lock the door to your bedroom. Rebecca had a habit of just barging into your room while you're sleeping, so you made sure that it was locked for when they came back.

Sighing as you slide into bed, you feel ten times better when your back hits the mattress.
Though your peace quickly came to an end when you hear a noise come from the kitchen.
There's no way Rebecca and Sammy would be already back, so who's in your kitchen? From the amount of times you've had to deal with being in danger, you knew better now.

You get out of bed, making sure to grab your pocket knife on the way. You peer your head through your door, trying to see the kitchen. You cautiously leave your room fully, your knife clasped protectively in your hand.

You slowly go down the hall, but in a moment, you're thrown back against your bedroom door. You lose your grip on the knife, and watch as it drops to the ground. Ka klink! A black boot kicks it away from your reach.
Wait... black boots?
You look up to see that it's Jeff, looking more deathly ill than he normally looked.
Blood stained his hoodie, fresh blood. His hair was a mess, and his eyes looked tired, it's a shame he never gets to close them.
Jeff holds your arms above your head. You knew better than to struggle, there was no point.
"What are you doing here..?" You ask him.

He stares at you, taking way too long of a pause before answering.
"I came to see you."
You furrow your eyebrows. What a stupid reaponse, you thought.
"Jeff, get off of me."
"Why? I love you, you love me too, right?"
Jeff's eyes search yours, and that's when you realize he's drunk out of his mind.

"Jeff you can't be here! My roommates will—"
You're cut off by Jeff's lips crashing into yours. You're unable to move away, and as much as you hated to admit it, you liked the feeling.
Jeff grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around Jeff's waist, as he opens the door to your room and throws you onto the bed, making sure to lock the door first.
He starts kissing down your neck like a wild animal, as his hands travel up your body.
You get a strange feeling in your stomach, and it makes you feel weak. You figure that the strange feeling was Jeff's doing.
Jeff's lips traveled down your collarbone, his breath on your skin makes you shiver.

"Jeff you can't do this—"
His hand squeezes your thigh, and you bite your lip.
"Sure I can." He sits in between your legs, and grabs them, forcing them to stay open. "I'll do whatever I wanna do to you, babe." He whispers in your ear, before moving back down to your legs.

Jeff begins kissing up your leg, all the way up, till he got to the top of your inner thigh.
Jeff takes his knife out of his pocket, and slides it down your thigh.
You cover your mouth with your hand, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing your cries.
"Nono, Princess. That's not gonna work." He grabs both of your wrists with one hand, and keeps them pinned above your head.
"Jeff please.."
"Don't worry baby, I'll be nice, I promise." He whispers. "I love you— you know that?" He murmurs, his lips returning to your thighs as he nibbles on your skin gently, and licks the trail of blood off your thigh, causing you to wince, and squirm more.

Jeff brings his face back up to meet yours, and presses his lips gently to your forehead, laughing coldly afterwords. You feel his finger hook onto the waistband of your pajama shorts, and he slides them off of you. He greedily sides his hand down to between your thighs, and you let out a squeak, which only encourages him. "You're so pretty," he breathes out. "I need you Y/n." He whispers, his lips pressing against your ear. He palms your panty-covered pussy, and chuckles when he notices how wet your panties are. "Fuck, Y/n..."

He slides down your panties greedily, and then pulls his shirt off, along with yours. His lips crash into yours again, and you feel his hands unclip your bra. He breaks the kiss, leaving you both panting.
"You shouldn't sleep with a bra on, it's bad for circulation." Jeff pants out. You scrunch your face in confusion.
"What? How did you even know tha-"
Jeff chuckles and cuts you off with another kiss, his tongue eagerly slipping into your mouth, making you moan against his mouth.

"Oh Y/n," he says between kisses. "I wanna— I wanna eat you out, I wanna make you feel good." He pants. His eyes dart to your exposed pussy, and he finally releases your wrists, knowing you were way too turned on now to protest.
"Please—" you whimper out, as to which Jeff responds to immediately.
He slides off of the bed and kneels down on the floor, on the edge of the bed. Then he grabs you by your thighs to and pulls you close so your sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs dangling off the side. He grips your thighs, and moves them apart, eyeing your wet, wet pussy.

Jeff looks back up at your flushed face, seeing you bite your lip, and it makes him harden even more than he already was, his cock throbbing against his jeans, though, for once, he wasn't caring about his pleasure, but hers.
His head moves down to in between your thighs, and you feel his tongue, dart into your wet folds. You throw your head back, moaning softly, and your hands slide to his hair, guiding his head, while also pulling his hair gently. He begins to lick up your wetness eagerly, and you can't help but accidentally squeeze your thighs against his head, which earns a soft groan out of him.

"Y/n I'll do anything for you— I hope you know that." He pants out, his tongue thrusts into your pussy, and you let out a whimper, and shut your eyes— only to feel nothing.

Suddenly you awake, jolting up at the sound of your alarm. It was.. a dream? You felt a wetness between your thighs. You look down, and see there's no cut on your thigh from where Jeff had trailed the knife.
Yep, just a crazy dream.
You shut your alarm off and jump out of bed. You couldn't stop thinking about the dream you had as you get ready for classes. The dream seemed too real, and it left you feeling extremely conflicted, and frankly, a little embarrassed.

You leave your dorm and walk downstairs through the boys dorms, you struggle to walk with all of your books in hand, but you manage. You managed to stumble across a boy's dorm. The door was open, but caution tape surrounded it.
There were two police officers who seemed to be talking to each other next to the door.
Curiosity gets the best of you.
You need to know what happened.

"Is everything alright?" You ask.
A young police man looks up at you. He gives a look to his partner, and then looks back at you.

"Luke Fletcher. He was found dead inside his room last night."
Luke? Like, jock Luke from the bonfire party? "Was it a murder?" You ask.

The two police officers look at each other again, almost like they're speaking to each other in a secret language. The police officer you had been talking to before nods, and as soon as he does, you feel a chill go down your spine.
"It's best not to go out late anymore ma'am. Stay in your dorm at dark, okay?" You nod to his words, and continue on your way.

You make your way to your first class, and sit down in front of two girls. You can hear them talk behind you.
"Hailey said it was a murder. Who would want to kill Luke?"
"I don't know. Maybe they followed him from the bonfire party?"
"That party was crawling with new students, who knows who it could've been."

You wondered if it was Jeff who killed Luke. I mean, Jeff was at the bonfire. Jeff gets jealous over the smallest interactions you have with other boys. Him killing innocent people was one of the biggest things the two of you would get into an argument over when you were dating.

Jeff made it clear he didn't want to see you again since you were going to college, so why did he suddenly appear? You remember him telling you that he had an important job to do back in your home town, something about his "boss" sending him on some sort of quest type thing. He told you he couldn't come with you to college.

You needed answers, and to find answers, you needed to find Jeff.