Two Murderers (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Who Are You?

"Love you," I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It's been about an hour since he went to get some beer. He stayed out there for a while, though.

"Love you more," he whispered against my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled of alcohol and... cigarettes? Since when did he smoke?

I pulled away, "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you smell like cigarettes?"

"Uhh..."

"You aren't smoking, are you? You realize that's bad for your lungs?"

"I, uh..."

"Jeeeeff!"

"What? Alcohol is bad for your liver and here you don't seem to care about that! Besides, I robbed the drug store at the edge of town and saw some cigarettes. I had never smoked, surprisingly, and was curious. So, I tried them once I got back."

"And when was this?"

"In the middle of the night, at like four in the morning."

"And here I assumed you were in the bathroom when I woke up."

"You were awake?"

"Well, I woke up at like 4:30 and noticed you were gone."

"Ugh. I need to step up my game! I'm slipping!" Jeff sighed angrily.

"Don't get all pissy on me now."

"I won't. S-Sorry."

"What's with the stutter?"

"It's hard for me to say that? You do realize that I feel no remorse, right?"

"And neither do I, but that's not the point."

"Well, it ties into the point."

"Okay..." I didn't really know how to respond. "Well, I better get ready for the mission. What should I wear?"

"How about one of my hoodies and some booty shorts?"

"I like your style. I'll go with it!" I smiled.

"Good."

I went into the closet and grabbed one of Jeff's five white hoodies. I then went to my side of the closet and grabbed my favorite (F/C) booty shorts.

Fuck it, I'll change in front of him. Just to tease him, I thought.

I started to undress directly in front of him. He ate the sight all up, staring at me in every place.

"You're the sexy one," he said, practically salivating.

"That title would go to you, I'm afraid."

I got undressed and put on my outfit. I decided to wear my best pushup bra, even though I figured I was going to get blood on it.

"You look even more sexy, though. My hoodie looks good on you," he said, getting up and kissing me. He held my waist and pulled me close.

He cupped my breasts and pressed his mouth to mine. The kiss was slow and passionate, but things got quickly. His hands found themselves under my hoodie. 

Yes, I'm claiming it. Why? Because it belonged to Jeff and I'm adding it to my stolen hoodie collection... Which was at one, if I included the one I was wearing.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Jeff grunted and pulled away from me. He answered it.

"Yes?"