I'm in love with a killer Jeff the killer x reader

Smut

As I walked my bare feet left footprints in the white snow behind me making it look as though I was being followed by an unseen entity. I shivered uncontrollably as I rubbed my bleeding left arm with my right. With every sting from the deep gouge of a cut I remembered the whole scene over and over again.

I was in my house relaxing on my couch when it all started. The power went out with a fizzing zap which was followed by an eerie scraping sound. Without thinking I jumped to my feet and quickly hid behind my couch. I've never understood why people in the movies shout out and ask if anyone's there because when it really happens to you all you want to do is hide because someone is obviously there. I realized my panting was loud and heavy so I quickly tried to steady it by inhaling and exhaling slowly. I heard loud footsteps walk into the room I was in. I assumed my intruder was wearing some sort of tennis shoe based off the way it squeaked when they stepped and moved.

"I know you're in here darling. I saw you in your open window." A deep growling voice that sounded like it belonged to a boy about my age came drifting in breaking the silence. When he spoke the sound was so close I yelped. He gave a deep satisfied sigh when he heard that one pitiful sound.

"Come out girlie there's no use in hiding back there." I was just about sobbing now. I felt the couch start to slowly shift revealing a pair of black converse on the feet of this monstrous man. I began to scream but that made the man rip the couch all the way out and grab my face, covering my mouth and smothering my shriek. Even with the dark when I saw the horrendous man's face my scream tried to come out again to no avail. The man had a smile carved into his face from cheek bone to cheekbone and his eyes were ringed with black and appeared unblinking. What happened to this teen boy.

"Shhh now come I know I'm beautiful but there's no need to scream." He said cockily. "Now that I have you out here let's see what should I do with you." The tears never stopped streaming as he carried me up my stairs to my bedroom, throwing me onto my unmade bed. I tried to run past him but he was too quick for me so he pushed me back down and climbed on top of me using his weight to pin me down. Still screaming I tried to push him off which pissed him off so he cut my upper left arm to make me unable to push him off.

"Please, please don't." I pleaded hoping without hope that he would have mercy. He looked down at me and teased me by pretending to actually consider it. His false grin widened with a real one when he saw my terrified eyes.

"I won't let you go but I will definitely have a little fun with you before I help you get to sleep." He said leaning in closer, his hot breath tickling my face. My eyes widened even more as his lips covered mine and as his tongue slipped in between my teeth feeling the inside of my mouth. I used my right arm to try to push him off but without my left arm I didn't have enough strength. He pulled back and glared at me making me cringe.

"Now that's no way to treat your new master." He said stabbing his knife into the bed next to my head. Using his now free hand he held my hands over my head and with the other hand he moved my head to the side before brushing my short black hair out of the way. He slowly leaned down savoring every whimper that left my lips until his lips met my neck. When his mouth had finally met the skin above the artery that sits there his lips spread apart, allowing me to feel his teeth graze my neck before sinking into the soft flesh. I screamed in pain and slight pleasure as the blood poured from my neck into his mouth. He licked and sucked the blood that came to the surface, enjoying every noise that I made.

"See it's not so bad is it?" He asked pulling back to look at me before his mouth went to mine again, forcing me to taste my own coppery blood. I wanted to scream again but a moan came out instead. I was shocked with myself because I was enjoying this, him, his tongue, absolutely drenched in my blood, exploring every inch of my mouth. He seemed shocked too as he leaned back and looked me in the eyes.

"A-are you actually enjoying this?" He questioned me. I turned my head, using my hair to cover my face as I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. I watched him gulp very obviously, trying to keep down whatever it was he was about to say and instead went back to his work. He teasingly licked my upper and then lower lip, using his tongue to force my face back towards him. Without my permission I was kissing him back and pretty soon we were both moaning up a storm. His hand loosened around my hands and my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair and his hands found their place on both my hips, his fingers skimming the skin that peeked out through the tops of my jeans. Before I even realized what happened my jeans were gone and his head was between my legs licking me through my black lace thong. If I wasn't wet before I was now. My moaning was now a pleasured scream, which he seemed to prefer. His head disappeared from my clit and his fingers snaked their way around my sopping panties. I looked down in time to see a lustful glint in his eyes before my head shot back up from the force of my moan. His long, slender fingers moved in and out expertly, scissoring themselves at the perfect time. While his one hand did this his other found it's way under my shirt and bra giving me goosebumps where his hand moved.

"You know you really could try to control your voice a little more." He teased, panting from the strenuous activity in front of him. I responded by biting down on my lip to hold in the next moan. "That's much better." He responded grinning wickedly. His fingers pulled out and I started to moan out a noooo- when he pulled off his pants and placed his hard throbbing member against me, using the tip to move my thong out of the way. I looked down fear coursing back into my body, I was still virgin. He pushed in, with more force than I think he expected to have to use, pain taking away the fear. I could feel the blood begin to pour out of me and onto his cock and my thighs. If I thought my screams were loud before then I wouldn't be surprised if this made me mute. He chuckled as he heard the scream go from one of pain to one of pleasure. The boy started thrusting in and out too fast. I began to feel weird, like something was trying to force it's way out of me and that's when the orgasm hit. I was pulling him closer to me his teeth meeting my neck again, but I couldn't feel the pain. All I felt was him moving in and out of me and the feeling of my orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted into my ear nearly making me go deaf. One second he was thrusting and the next I was suddenly being filled. This led to another screaming orgasm. He pulled out, panting, and he removed my legs from around him and found his pants in the darkness and returned them to their original place.

"I'm Jeff by the way." Jeff said with a satisfied look on his face. He grabbed his knife and jumped out the window leaving me alone. 'Why hadn't he killed me?' I thought now feeling ashamed of myself. I lay there in pain for about an hour before I got up, awkwardly, and put my pants back on. Assuming he had cut the power I walked outside into the snow, unknowingly, searching for him. I didn't know what else to do so I wandered through the snow trying to find footprints, knowing it was a lost cause. I didn't realize why I was walking until now. I fell in love. I'm in love with a killer.