Jeff the Killer X Reader

Jeff the Killer x Reader Part IV

(A/N:) HEYYOO guys! I'm excited about this story now, I love my Jeffy <3 and if you little bb's are reading this still then you do to I'm guessing! 😜 anyways LEMON warning for this one guys! Hope you like it and I appreciate all your guys' support, idek why you read my trash stories but I love yall for it!!! Enjoy, my Jeffy loves (once again if you aren't comfortable reading lemos (sexual stuff) then skip this one!)

Chapter 4:

You wake up from the night before and stretch out your arms, feeling the softness of the white-sheeted bed beneath you. As you do, you realize that this bed feels quite bigger than the one in your room, (if you can call it that,) and smells... Like Jeff. You can recognize that husky, enticing smell from the pillows. You sit up and look around; this room was different. The bed was much bigger, the walls were a sort of warm cream color and it had a desk and even a window, with white curtains that filled the room with sunlight. "This room isn't underground..." You think blankly. You get up and realize that all of the bandages you had were gone now, and yours wounds are practically healed already. You were shocked, and you guessed that Jeff was a good healer, since he has probably had to heal himself and others all the time in his... Occupation.

Although, you were still wearing the same white t-shirt which had very light stains of blood on it, and the same underwear. You smell your hair and and scrunch your nose. You hadn't taken a shower since two nights ago, and your wounds didn't help. Still feeling tired, you flop back down onto the comfy, big bed and lay there. You look up, leaning on your elbows when you hear the door click open. Jeff walks in, in his usual attire of a light grey hoodie, dark pants, and combat boots. He grins devilishly as he looks at you up and down, walking over to you and pulling off his sweatshirt; he was wearing a white t-shirt just like yours. You smiled and he laid on top of you, kissing you deeply then stopping. "Good morning little mouse..." He says to you huskily. (A/n: sorry if that name is weird but I thought it fit well and I'm the author, and I like it, SO DEAL W/ it. :) ) You smile up at him and he looks down at your shirt. "Nice shirt," he says jokingly, knowing that it's his and enjoying the blood stains it had on it. He gets up off the bed.

"H-hey... Jeff?" The words stumble out of your mouth, because as much as you knew you liked him, he still scarred you a little bit.

"Yeah?" He replies nonchalantly and looks at you.

"What room is this... And did I sleep walk?" You ask, still curious as to how you got here. Jeff simply laughs, a real laugh, making your heart skip a beat, and answers as he runs his hand through his black hair,

"No, you didn't sleep walk. You passed out last night after I left, and you didn't even get in your own bed, who does that? Anyway I picked you up and put you in here, my room."

"Ohh..." You said quietly as you blushed and Jeff looked at you a little funny. "Could I ever, uh, take a shower maybe?" You push the question out of your mouth. His eyes scan your body and he realizes what you mean.

"Yeah, sure." He says plainly and walks out, expecting you to follow. You get into the hallway and realize that that room is Jeff's room because yours is still right across the hall. He leads you down the hallway to the left, where him and his friends had been yesterday, and opens up one of the unknown doors. You walk in and it was a normal looking bathroom, with blue tile walls, a white floor, a shower with a bath next to it, and a counter with a sink and mirror. He grabs a towel from underneath the sink and tosses it at you. You say thanks and he leans up against the door way with his arms crossed. You wait for him to leave but he seems pretty content on staying.

"Aren't you going to..." You start to say when he cuts you off.

"Take off your clothes." He says grinning. You blush and widen your eyes, his demand surprising you and you press the towel against your shirt.