Heathers OneShots!

Beg Like You Mean It

Another for iAmHeatherChandler  VERY VERY KINKY 🥴🥴 and SMUTTY!!!! Heather, there is something wrong with you😩💀
⚠️TW: they get kinda aggressive so if y'all AINT into that shit, you probably don't want to read this⚠️

Veronica's POV.
I'm alone at my house. Sitting in my bedroom. I look over at the wall and focus on the pictures of me and Heather Chandler. The mythic bitch of Westerberg. There's one photo of us at a club after we used fake IDs to get in. She was wearing a red top that only covered her tits. Basically a bra. She called it her stripper outfit. I was next to her in a nicer tshirt and black ripped jeans.

Fuck she is so hot in all of these. I feel myself getting wet. I close my eyes and imagine her touching me that night. We danced so close to each other. Her skin against mine. That same night, A group of guys who were buying us drinks and getting us drunk, dared Heather to give everyone at the table a lap dance. And of course that entailed me. So I'm sitting on my bed thinking about that.

Mmm, Heather. I whine As I begin to touch myself, I'm stopped when my window flies open.

HEATHER? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROO- I start but get cut off.

Heather Chandlers POV.
I'm going to Veronica's. I can't keep it hidden anymore.

When I climb up to her window, I hear her talking to herself.

"Mmm, Heather." I then see what she's doing. I make my way in.

"HEATHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROO-" I cut her off with a passionate kiss. I don't hesitate to continue towards what she was doing FOR her.

I throw her into her bed and get on top of her. Leaving marks all down her neck. Slowly sliding the tips of my fingers up and down her inner thighs. Each time I get a little closer to where she wants it the most.

"Mmmm Heather. Please." She groans.

Please, what? I smirk a little.

"I'm so turned on by you. Please fuck me." She says.

You want me to fuck you? I ask teasingly.

"Yes." She replies impatiently.

Yeah? You want me to fuck you like THIS? I quickly thrust my fingers in and out twice. She moans softly but is soon dissatisfied with my lack of continuity.

"No. Please put it back."

Beg. I demand.

"Please fuck me. I'll do anything. Please." She starts to beg.

No. I kiss her. Now...beg. like you mean it. I whisper seductively.

"Please, Heather. Fuck me. I need you inside of me. I need to cum. Please. Fuck me like the little whore that I am. I'll be good I promise. Just PLEASE fuck me. Make me your bitch." She pleaded.

Awe. That was almost sincere. I smirk.

Now, Tell me one last time what you want.

"Please. I can't take it anymore. Fuck me. Make me your bitch." She groans. I respond by quickly thrusting my fingers in and out. She shouts as I pick up the pace. Shouting "more" "faster" turning me on too.

"Harder, Heather. Harder!" She shouts.

Harder? Wow you are such a dirty little whore aren't you? I smirk as I thrust even harder.

"Baby, I'm so s so close!" She shouts

Not yet. I disagree with her.

"P-please. You m-make me feel so FUCK good."

Do you wanna cum? I ask her despite know the answer.

"Yes. I wanna cum. Please let me cum."

You have to tell me your my bitch then. I explain.

"I'm y-your bitch." She mumbles between moans.

What are you?

"Y-your bitch." She says softly.

Who's my bitch? I ask one last time.

"Me. I'm your bitch."

Good girl. Now you can. I say and quickly replace my fingers with my tongue. "HEATHER—FUCK!" She screamed. As she came, I took it all into my mouth. Every bit of it. I clean her up and then lay down beside her.

Veronica's POV.
Heather lays down beside me.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks more seriously.

Yeah? Why? Did I say something wrong? I ask.

"No no I meant— It's just— I got really rough with you....and I just want to make sure you are okay." She explains as she pushes hair out of my face.

Ohhh. I'm okay yeah. I smile.

I sigh and lay my head on her chest.

You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
We both say at the same time. We giggle about the coincidence and then she kisses me gently.

Damn that tastes good. I joke.

"Correction. You taste good." She teases back.

"We should probably shut that window." Heather recommends. I nod and get up to close it but I'm stopped.

Holy fuck. Heather, I can hardly walk.

"Awe. I'm sorrry not sorry." She smirks and goes to close the window for me. She lays back down beside me and we fall asleep in each others arms.