His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 28: Awkward Afternoon✿

[**A/N** Picture isn't mine, all photo credit goes to the actual owner/s - this is just the outfit I envision the Reader/(Y/n) to have! Enjoy the chapter, love ya'll -Cam😘]

"H—Hold on—! Y—You really don't have to—" You tried your best to insist, but the child-minded male shook his head; stubborn.

"...Le...t...m...e...d...do...o...i...it..." Jason growled out, grabbing ahold of your towel and trying to dry you off vigorously.

"W—Woah—! Wait a second!" You were tremendously timid, your cheeks beginning to blush a radiant-rose as he wanted to take over the job instead. "Jason—!"

"D...D...o...y...ou...wa...nt...a...n...o...th...er...ti...m...e...ou...t...?" He threatened in his husky tone wildly - forcing you to make a choice in the space of a few seconds.

"W—Well no—" You stuttered in response, releasing your hold on the towel whilst you decided to let him go ahead. It didn't look like you had a say in the matter - Jason wanting to not only wash you, but dry you as well.

The killer held the towel tightly, tugging it away from your grasp as he began rubbing your skin dry; moving from limb-to-limb and making firm, circular motions. You couldn't even speak - feeling too shy to, once Jason had taken control of the cloth. Not only had the guy seen you look so exposed, he was now drying you off and treating you like you were a helpless, little girl. But if you complained or argued with him, he'd shove you back into timeout. You weren't sure what was worse - receiving a naughty kid's punishment, or allowing Jason to see...private things.

Speaking of whom, the male attempted to dry your chest; causing you to release a soft cry and hug your cleavage to protect his childlike innocence, as well as crossing your legs. "D...on...'t..." He ordered with his usual, broken words, "Do...n...'t...d...o... th-...th...a...t..." You had no clue what to do, your heart skipping several beats as you felt even more skittish in his sturdy presence.

"B-B...But—But—" You whispered weakly, not knowing how to explain your fright. "But...this is adult stuff...y'know, activities that couples do together?" He simply stared at you, not getting your point whilst he clenched the towel between his paw-like palms.

"O...ne...tw...o..." Jason counted, still not understanding, "Co...up...l...e..."

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" You were furiously flustered, flushing a darker shade of scarlet and taking a step back to make sure he didn't tug your hands away or anything.

"(Y...Y/...n...n)...!" He snarled your name impatiently; clenching one hand around the towel and the other into a bare, closed fist.

Oh god...how to explain, how to explain...?! "W-What I mean is...When two people are in-love, that's usually when they do things like...like washing each other. Not beforehand." You did your best to explain, trying to get it through to Jason that seeing a girl so naked wasn't typical. He snapped slightly and stomped his foot, disliking that you didn't seem to think of each other as in-love yet...or at all.

"Bu...t...w...e...ar...e..." He shook his head in frustration, becoming riled-up again, "...w...e...a...re...i...n...-l...o...ve...!" The killer seemed genuinely puzzled as he twitched in anger, not used to being denied affection. After all, it was Mommy who'd said that (Y/n) would love him sooner or later. So why wasn't (Y/n) doing what Mommy said (Y/n) would do?

"Jason, please just hand over the towel—"

"N...O...!" Jason roared, "S...St...i...ll... s...i...ck...!" His shouting stopped you from arguing, his loud yells making tears prick at your eyelids whilst you let out a soft whimper. "St...i...ll...si...ck..." The man repeated in a less-rough tone, moving one step closer and holding the cotton towel up.