Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Drunk Jeff

I woke up. It was still dark, of course. I checked the clock; 2:35 AM

Jeff stirred. I didn't want to wake him up, but I guess I did when I heard a slurred, "Hey, kitten, you okay?"

"Yeah, just keep waking up," I responded.

"How come?" he sounded like he was drinking earlier.

"I'm not sure. I just woke up for no apparent reason."

"Hm, weird. Well, like I always say, go to sleep."

"I know you're trying to be creepy, but that's not at all scary to me."

"Oh, shuut up."

"You'll have to make me!" I teased.

Jeff surprised me by putting his hand over my mouth. I loved how his callouses felt against my lips. I licked his hand, just to get it off, as much as I liked it there.

Surprisingly, he just took it. He didn't move his hand or anything. "It's gonna take a lot more than just licking me to get my hand off your mouth." 

Dammit.

I tried using sheer force, but he was too strong. I even licked him again, loving the taste of his skin. That sounds weird. I swear I'm just a killer, not a weirdo.

I finally just bit his hand, but he took it. HOW?!

"Oh, kitten, you're so cute."

Did he just call me cute? Oh. My. Fuck. Jeff is definitely drunk.

"You're myyy cute little kiiittennn." I heard him take a swig of beer.

I spoke a muffled, "Jeff, did I wake you up or were you already awake?"

"Kittenn, I've been awake. I've been waiting for youuu to wake uup."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeahhh." Another gulp of beer. Damn, this guy is an alcoholic.

"Can I have a taste of your beer?"

"Sureee." He took his hand off my mouth and handed me his beer. Surprising.

I took a small sip and liked it. It must've been Blue Moon or something, but I couldn't see in the dark.

"Youu liike?"

"Yeah," I said, handing the beer back to him. He set the beer on his nightstand and did something even more surprising.

He pushed me over, so he was hovering over me. My heart was going wilder than the wild west.

He rested his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. "Hehe, you like this, don't you?"

That's when it happened.

He leaned toward my neck, placing his lips and softly kissing. He trailed up to my jawline, being careful, as if I could break. Then he reached my lips, and, as soft as a butterfly, pressed his lips against mine.

Of course, I kissed back. In fact, I deepened the kiss. I pulled him in towards me. Part of me didn't want to do this, as he was drunk, but the other part couldn't help but give in to him.

"Oh, Kittennn," he slurred against my lips, "I kneww you liked me."

I blushed so much. He wouldn't remember in the morning, right? He's wasted...

"Yes, Jeffery, I do like you."

He pulled away and we were gasping for air, "Yayy! I've wanted to do that since I met youu."

I blushed even more (if that was even possible). My cheeks felt as if they were on fire, but Jeff leaned back into me and kissed me once more. This time, though, it was slightly rougher.

"Kittenn, I looove you."

"I-I love you too." Please don't let him remember what happens tonight.

"Yeee."

Jeff leaned down and kept connecting our lips. With every kiss, he got sloppier and rougher. He eventually just shoved his tongue in my mouth. 

It was amazing. He was an amazing kisser.

He just wouldn't stop, it was awesome. I had to pull away a couple of times just to breathe. His lips were so soft.

I broke away from the kiss and gently pressed my lips against his bloody smile. It just felt right.

I tasted blood on my lips and realized it was his blood. I hoped that he wasn't carrying any diseases.

Jeff seemed genuinely surprised by this. I guess no other girl dared.

"Kitten, you liike my smillle?"

"Yes, Jeff, I do. It's a part of you, and I love you. All of you. Just the way you are."

"Yayyy." Jeff yawned. "I'm sleeeepy."

"Then go to sleep." I started putting his blankets over him.

"That's my liine!"

"Mine now!" I laughed. Jeff laughed with me. I kinda liked when he was drunk, but there was no way I was gonna admit that.

"Ruuude."

I finally managed to get Jeff to go to sleep, while I laid awake, thinking about what had happened.

I woke up to sounds of groaning. By then it was daylight.

"Oh, good morning, Sober Jeff."

"How drunk was I?"

"Pretty drunk."

"Oh, jeez. What'd I do?"

Should I tell the truth or lie?

"Uhhh..."

"Tell me, now!"

Truth.

"You, uh, kissed me... a lot..."

"Oh, fuck!" he jumped out of the bed. "EW! GIRL COOTIES!"

But his cheeks were a light shade of pink; I could easily see it against his pale white skin.

I was slightly hurt at Jeff's reaction. I kinda wished he was still drunk. I missed the feel of his lips against mine. They were so soft.

"Hmph," I crossed my arms.

"Did you... like it? Or did I force myself on you?"

"I...uh...liked...it?"

"You say that as a question. Why?" he sounded so serious.

"Because I'm embarrassed, okay!"

"How do you think I feel? I fucking kissed the love of- uh, you."

"You kissed the love of uh me? Okay." Was he about to say "the love of my life"?

I looked at his lips, now pressed in a thin line.

"We, um, better go get breakfast," Jeff said.

"Okay."

I practically ran out the door and down the stairs.