short jeff the killer x gn!reader muehehe.. like for part 2 guys.. im finally getting motivated
synop: jeff doesn't really care for much beside the good sex between you two, so.. it shouldn't really be a problem for you to do things he's only fantasized about, right? he won't get attachedd...
warnings: very suggestive, knifeplay, bloodplay mention, if pt2 probably sub!jeff
Jeffrey Woods, who most definitely went into what you two had with the end-goal as friends with reaaaal good benefits - nothing more than that. Who was he kidding? He was an absolute asshole, the best he could do was fuck you occasionally.
Jeffrey Woods, who is so pleasantly surprised when you agree to go a little further than just the normal stuff, y'know.. giving him hand-jobs and letting him go down on you was nice n' stuff, but you could tell it was something he could've done with his eyes closed.
Jeffrey Woods, who is so damn hard he's nauseous, watching you toy with one of the embellished pocket knives he'd nicked from some guy he'd killed. ''Please, Jeff? You always tell me how much you like it, watching the blood..'' You trail off, letting it lightly trail across your bare chest. Jeff's eyes are unfocused, and he's flitting his gaze between your soft, knowing smile and your bare skin. You're laid out on the bed beneath him perfectly, your hair messy from the way it'd been moving against the pillow. He looks disheveled from your little makeout session, his black hair tangling and sticking out in some places.
Jeffrey Woods, who then barks out an unexpected and loud laugh, hovering over you and letting his knee slide between yours. ''What, you'd do that? Give a killer his weapon of choice, to use on you?'' He says gruffly, that same dumb, sarcastic tone that he never lost. Something about his expression makes you feel like he thinks you're joking. You give a slow nod, carefully watching his expression. His lips twitch a little, and his eyes follow the blade down as you slide it to your lower abdomen.
''C'mon, I can take it..''
