Creepypasta Lemons

{Jeff The Killer X Reader}{ Mistress }

Yeah but have you all ever considered it...? Anyways, this technically isn't the first story I've worked on since I've started the entire editing process on my past chapters. I honestly just wrote this for a friend and ended up having fun writing it. I have two more chapters I'm working on currently so that's something to look forward to. -Author

-Reader's POV-

No one who has ever seen Jeff, or 'Jeff the killer' as he's known for outside of the bedroom- would have ever guessed he would've been this way during sex. Everyone who's ever seen him always guesses, 'he's gone through a lot, he wouldn't be the one to put up with someone's shit.' Everyone except- me. I easily saw through his whole tough guy facade. I mean, sure- he was a total jerk and brute on the streets. That's really what makes our time together all that better.

Knowing that I'm the only one who's seen him this way and the only one who will... makes it so much greater.

Even right now as he is between my legs, his tongue working in and out of like his life depends on it, the fact that I'm the only one who's made him this way sits in the back of my mind. It seems he isn't nearly as clear-minded as myself at the moment though. Especially seeing as his eyes are clouded with bliss as they are completely unfocused.

It's not really like I can complain about how much of a sub he is though. Like right now, with him holding his hands behind his back and not touching him self before he gets his Mistress off. The way he's shifting uncomfortably on his knees because of the stiffness in his pants but isn't focusing on his own pleasure but mine. It's perfect. He'd rather take his own blade to his scared skin before disappointing me and I really like testing that fact from time to time again.

My hand slides off of my stomach and into his hair. Suddenly, his grey eyes that have a light tint of blue are focused on me, curiously. As if wondering what I was gonna do now. Was I gonna stop him and tell him he messed up so he wasn't allowed to finish? Was I gonna really dive his face in between my legs and make him get in there? None the above, actually- even though both seemed like fine answers for me at least. He's actually been a really good boy today and hasn't cum this week so I suppose I could do him this favor if he's willing to work for it.

My grip tightened on his hair and I pulled him off, him putting up no fight. He looked up at me as if waiting for me to speak, "Do you wanna cum?" It was a simple yes or no question and he didn't pause even a second before answering in a quiet tone, "Yes, Mistress." I grinned a bit as he gave me a worried look. I honestly just liked getting him worked up. No other reason. After a second, I spoke in an amused tone, "And what do good boys say for such a treat?" Much like last time, he didn't bother to hesitate or think over the question before answering, "Please! P-Please, Mistress."

I automatically tightened around nothing. It was the tone that caused it. The completely devoted tone that only a submissive person could give their master. I nibbled on my bottom lip before speaking in a sassy tone and wiggling my hips around to get his eyes to focus back down there for a second, "Get me to cum and you may cum."

He opened his mouth as if he wished to protest against my wishes but quickly closed his mouth. Smart choice. Only once he nodded his head, agreeing with my conditions, did I grab his hair once again and put him back to work. His eyes went away from me and back to fixing his eyes on my stomach as his tongue trailed out of his mouth once again to lap at my core. I hummed in pleasure before tilting my head back to rest my head on the very back of the chair. He tilted his head, unfocused his eyes once again, and dove his tongue back into my entrance.

I opened my mouth as a silent moan left my mouth. My hand gripped his hair tightly on reflex and pulled him towards me but only hard enough to remind him who he's eating out. He knew not to pull back when it was only a light pull compared to a 'stop' pull. Those were usually with me pulling him away, though. All thoughts automatically cleared out of my mine was he pressed his mouth completely around the outside of my entrance and sucked. I couldn't help but quiver in my seat and let out a short string of pure pornographic moans. He gave me a quick smug looked from between my legs which resulted in my pulling his hair harder this time. Just as a quick reminder that he wasn't to sass me. He moaned against my skin as a result of the pull before digging back into my entrance twice as interested as last time. He was pulling all of his usual moves that he knew would make me cum quickly-

...and damn was he right about that.

He knew the moment I came because I tilted my head back against the chair and even though I was trying to hush my moans, they came out just as pornographic as the last ones but twice as loud. I wrapped my worn out legs around his neck, practically forcing him to continue even though I already finished but it wasn't like he was arguing. I knew very well he got off just as much as I do when he does it.

After a couple seconds of leaving him to clean up, I unwrapped his neck of my legs. He stayed in the same position as he was when eating me out because he knew how much I loved it. I stood up and stepped around him, just so I could fully analyze him. He was just as big of a mess he was when he walked into the room. Good.

"Did you cum?" He continued to hold his head down while still looking in the direction of the chair, "No, Mistress." A smile made it's way onto my face as I headed towards the door.

"Good boy. Finish yourself off for me and get some sleep, okay? I'll see you same time next week, Jeffrey."

I knew just how much he hated that name, "Yes-"

But I knew at the same time that he couldn't do anything about me calling him it. After all, I'm his-

"-Mistress."