Jeff x Reader

Introduction

You were walking home alone from college. You lived with your parents still and didn't have a place of your own. You were struggling with money and had work first thing tomorrow; you had to be home early.

You checked your phone. 10 pm. "Fuck."

Your voice echoed around you, you hadn't realised how loud you sweared. You stopped and covered your mouth, hoping that no one heard you, and if they did, maybe covering your mouth would make them forget.

You slowly uncovered your mouth and looked around you. No one was around, you were safe. You started to walk again. You would never be home before 12, and you knew you shouldn't have stayed late at the college library with your best friend.

The alcohol you had drank a few minutes ago kicked in, and the floor started to spin. In the heat of the moment you decided to start running home, but after a few steps you found yourself falling towards the ground.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist and you were suddenly pulled up.

"What are you doing out so late?"

You heard a deep voice whisper into your ear. You didn't recognise the voice, but in your drunken state you didn't care. He held you close and you could feel his hard body against you. You leaned into him and mumbled softly something along the lines of "studying for college."

You could almost hear him smile, and you leaned deeply into him; partially for support, but mostly because the alcohol told you to do it.

The last thing you remembered before passing out was him picking you up bridal style, and you cuddling into his neck, burying your face in his dark hair.