Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14113911. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F Fandom: Heathers:_The_Musical_-_Murphy_&_O'Keefe, Heathers_(1988) Relationship: Heather_Chandler_&_Veronica_Sawyer Character: Heather_Chandler_(Heathers), Veronica_Sawyer Additional Tags: Enemies_to_Friends_to_Lovers, Lovers, Fucking, Lesbian, Lesbian Character, Lesbian_Sex, this_pair_is_so_good, I'm_convinced Stats: Published: 2018-03-27 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4420 ****** Well, Fuck Me Gently With A Chainsaw ****** by HeatherChandlerMustDie Summary Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, because I'm fucking Heather Chandler. And good sex, really. Questioning about my sexuality right now. Hi, I'm Veronica Sawyer, and when you don't see me, I'm drowning in pussy. What more can a girl that has a love-hate relationship and a very slight romantic idolization of her can want? Notes This is unadulterated smut. I'm sorry. ***** Heather Chandler's In My Room ***** Mmm, Veronica... Darkness. Darkness arose. My body was bare except the upper parts, as I slept alone in my apartment. I was 18 after all, still in Westerburg High, with the people crazed on Snapchat and Instagram. I felt numb everywhere. Then a feeling came into my body. I started to wake up, my eyes groggy and pained. Then, it all came clear to where the feeling was. Heather Chandler was right here, right now, giving me lovely cunnilingus. "Veronica," she cocked her tongue out with her lovely visage and eyes right on to me with a sense of shock with a sort of calmness on it. "I expected you to wake up earlier." "Get out of my house," I coldly stated. "I've been rubbing your cunt for two minutes now," she grinned devilishly. "I knew tongue-action was the trick. Thanks for opening your legs," she winked at me. "Why the hell are you here?" "Shall we continue? I don't mind if you cum on my tongue." "I'm asking you a question bitch, and it's about why you're here in my goddamn apartment right now." "Do you really want to curse in front of Heather Chandler dear?" She stood up, still dressed in her innocent-girl clothes, with her painstakingly short skirt. She put herself down my torso, giving me a full look of the awfully bitchy yet hot Heather. Heather no 1 she's called. No wonder why. "No," I nervously replied. The bitch chuckled. "That's nice. I'm not going to kill you, 'cause I'm feeling horny tonight," she iterated with a sing-song voice. "Why are you here?" I bluntly asked again. "Kurt and Ram didn't want to fuck. They said it's literally 3:30AM in the morning and they were drinking and smoking pot," she inched closer and closer to me. "So I chose you." "Why? You could've fucked with trench coat kid." "Nobody likes to fuck a newbie," she bit the part of the V-neck at the lowest point where my cleavage showed. It wasn't that big anyway. Just average. "Now, 'Ronnie Sawyer, would you like to fuck?" "You literally just raped me by playing my pussy. If you want to fuck, why not finish where you've started?" And then I realized. I mad e the mistake. "Eager darling," she grinned, letting go of the V-neck. "Uh-that was a mistake, Heather," I stammer back. "Ah-uh-I was t-trying to make a smart remark-" "Cat got your tongue?" "I don't want to have sex with you, Heather." I audaciously stated, staring her with a red yet serious face. "I don't want to." "You said that you want me to finish what I started," The bitch whined. "Are you afraid that you're going to cum on my tongue and leave a huge mess?" "I just don't want to fuck. I'm goddamn sleepy." Heather immediately backed out on riding my torso uncomfortably and sauntered away from my blurry view. I rested my head. Peace and quiet. Then cold. "For fuck's sake!" I cried out. It turns out Heather Chandler threw fucking ice-cold water right at my face. "Now are you awake?" She sarcastically asked with a brow up. I turned my pillow upside down, leaving the cold side to my head. "For fuck's sake, you are an inconvenience, Heather Chandler-ohh fuck~" Heather's tongue engulfed the folds as her tongue dove straight in, and slithered back out. "What in the loving hell was that?" "I heard you moan," she smiled. "Was that good? Should I continue to fuck you with my tongue?" "Heather, stop-" The feeling of her tongue was too fucking good. "Heather... please-fuck... holy shit!" My pussy tightened and tightened as her tongue went deeper, massaging everything in her way. Her tongue probably soaked with the juices, she continued, hitting every little nook and cranny. She impaled every single pleasurable spot. "Heather... keep... no-fuck... Heather stop-shit..." Heather's eyes piercingly stared into mine. So seductive yet so aggressive. She backed up, with her teeth biting her lower lip, all in a lovely shade of red. She crawled like a cat, closing towards me. "What the fuck are you doing?" "I wanna turn you on," she grinned. "What?" "I wanna turn you on," she reiterated. "I wanna fuck you until you cry and beg for my fingers as I edge you until it hurts, you get that?" My right mind tried to defeat it... but a force that turns me on draws me closer into those alluring eyes of hers. I was turned on, but I was holding so much back to take control and fuck her out of my mind. All the nasty things I can do her, imagining her face full of tears, pleasure and delight as I finger her so badly... No. I had to stay right. This is a bitch in front of my face, fucking me with her slithering tongue. "Heather, you have to stop what you're-oh... oh! Fuck! Heather-stop... Hea...Heather..." I closed my eyes in pleasure as I saw Heather's eyes on me. "You look lovely when you orgasm so loudly," Heather cooed at me. "It would be better if you would open your eyes." I refused to do so. "Are you not opening your eyes because you're so embarrassed of seeing Heather Chandler?" Whimpers and god-awful moans was my response. "Veronica! Open your goddamned eyes!" I opened my goddamned eyes, still moaning and squirming by her fingers. "Heather... fuck yes! Heather..." "Oh fuck, I'm getting turned on by you, Ronnie." "Don't fucking call me that-aha... fuck... Heather, stop... fucking-AAH!" "I can't hold on any longer..." Heather sighed. And then, we were locking lips. I struggle as my moans get louder and louder, as Heather's luscious and soft lips and the soft taste of strawberry on her lipstick. Her tongue tangled and twisted with mine, as we both massaged each other. She was damn good. And I wish that soft tongue was in my pussy. Heather broke the kiss, and I continued moaning and wailing, struggling, squirming and screaming to Heather. "Fuck, you're better than Kurt and Ram." "Heather... Make me... cum..." I desperately pleaded. It was going on for too long. I needed to cum. I needed to. And besides, Heather would goddamn let me cum on her tongue. "Darling, Veronica, did you just beg?" "Bitch, you know what I... fuck... fucking said..." "Alright," she sparingly promised, "I'm turned on, so you better fuck me too," she grinned. She stopped the pulsing speed of her fingers rubbing against the G-spot, the hard yet gentle presses that gave pain and simultaneously pleasure, and knelt down to apply her tongue in. Heather pulled me towards her, her tongue entirely inside. Is she really gonna make me squirt on her tongue? I'll have to cum to find out. "Heather! Fuck yes... Heather! Please... fuck... Fuck me!" Heather refused to ramble a word as she impaled her tongue, flicking up and down... everything... it's so blurry now... The pleasure is too much... "Heather... Please... Heather..." She continued with the rapid pace, harder and harder, somehow deeper and deeper... "I'm cumming!" The rush of the white liquid came like a rushing stream when the drawbridge finally opened. Heather's tongue slowly backed out. It was full of dripping and soaking wet cum. And she closed her mouth. And swallowed it. "Did you just-" "Yes." "That's disgusting, Heather." "Do I give a shit already, Sawyer? I'm a cum-dumper. Kurt and Ram made me devour every single weak load they have. I'm used to it now," Heather stood up. She smiled and toyed with her blazer, biting her lower lip. "Now, fuck me. Fuck for fuck." "Wait, I thought-" "I said 'fuck me' not 'fuck you.' I'm goddamn horny." "Well, I'm not that good-" "Just fuck me... I just want to cum." "You have hands, why didn't you use them?" "I am so goddamned familiar with my hands and my vibrators, I need something else." "Why don't you buy another one?" "I am concerned with my money and don't want to keep buying vibrators-my goddamned parents will know." I sighed... I'm regretting I was even a Heather. "Fine, I'll finger you the best as I can." I smiled reassuringly at her. ===============================================================================   Heather sighed. "Thank fucking God." She toyed with the bottom of her red blazer again, squirming a little bit. She was desperately wanted out of her hot clothes. "Do you want me to strip slowly in front of you? Just to turn you on?" "If you want to," I replied. She slowly undid her blazer, revealing her white undershirt. She went closer, and closer, until she sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my hips. Her soft and hot breath ran through my skin. Her silky-skinned hand brushed my face. "I'm more turned on by just stripping in front of you than as I gave a lap dance to Kurt Kelly." "Well, damn." "I'm not even turned on to girls..." "You might be now." She unbuttoned the plain white shirt, exposing her lovely breasts with her lovely pink nipples. The head bitch, and perhaps a possible fuck-mate held my hand and ran it down to every single inch of her skin. "It's not fair." "What's not fair?" "You didn't take off your shirt yet." Heather looked at me sternly. "I'll help you." Heather forcefully grabbed the blue shirt and ripped it in half, leaving only a divided husk of what's left. "What the fuck, Heather?!" Heather immediately took off her skirt, and her underwear in the process. My God, her pussy and the folds were brightly pink. A desirable looking cunt that a big dick can fit snuggly in. And it looked tight as well. I somehow feel envious of Kurt and Ram. Of course, she threw the skirt and the underwear, because she's Heather fucking Chandler. "Don't say a fucking word," Heather cursed. I didn't expect that this would be the last time I'd ever see the light of my bedroom, as she aggressively pinned me to the bed and sat on my face. ***** Reward and the Morning After ***** She moaned and screamed, making me suffocate more as my tongue tore through the folds of her vagina. Heather squirmed and gave a slight increase on pressure every time she moaned in delight, every orgasm a beg, every scream a failed reminder to shut the fuck up before the neighbors file a complaint on me. Basically, I was drowning in her wet pussy. "Fuck! Veronica... go deeper... I fucking need your tongue... make me cum. I want to cum, Veronica... eat it all..." The thought of eating Heather Chandler's semen was disgusting, but considering that she devoured and swallowed without a gag that entire squirt of smooth and a very slight pungent stream of cum, I had to. "Strawberries... I've been eating those... Makes my cum... fuck... sweeter..." Heather rambled, while trying not to wail and scream. "I learned that at fucking Cosmopolitan or... fuck, Veronica... keep going..." Cosmopolitan magazine, the magazine to tell women what to wear this season and what to do to make your man scream and also force you to eat strawberries if you have a cum fetish... which she evidently has. Deeper and deeper, I hit every vaginal wall there is to offer, and hit the right spot, applying pressure to it whilst licking it like you're rushing to get the center of a Tootsie Roll. She was wetter and wetter. This isn't doing anything to her. I clasped her lower body and pinned her down, putting two fingers in, each finger running at the G-spot, making her orgasm just a little bit more. The other hand gently teased her nipples, tugging them and rubbing them. "Fuck... Veronica! Veronica... please... Fuck!" "Oh, Heather," I smiled as she pleaded, with her eyes closed full of pleasure and extreme sexual delight, her face contorted in incriminating poses. "You look fucking good when you orgasm..." "Veronica, please... Veronica..." "Didn't know the head bitch can beg," I joked. "I... I want to fucking cum!" Heather's eyes filled with tears opened up. "Fuck... Veronica! I want... I want..." "What do you want?" "Lick my fuckin' clit..." Heather forcefully inched me towards her visage. "Veronica... fuck... I trust you... Make this bitch scream..." She gave me a gentle peck in the lips. She smiled devilishly. I let go of the hand squeezing her nipple, and circled my tongue on her clitoris. "VERONICA! Fuck... fuck... Veronica... My god... Shit!" Heather moaned and squirmed as I added another finger to the mix in her pussy. "Fuck! Ronnie! Faster! Ahh-fuck! Faster! Goddamnit-faster!" The pulsating beat of my fingers kept going faster and faster. "You like that, Heather?" I spoke while licking her swollen clit, starting to squeeze it and nibbling it gently. "Fuck... Veronica! Fuck..." I licked her clitoris faster and faster. Her moans and orgasms deliciously rasped, and her squirms became more erratic and violent. God, Heather's getting hotter every time she moans. "Veronica..." Heather wailed. "I'm... I'm fucking CUMMING!" Instantly, I put my tongue inside her, drinking every single bit of her sweet, sweet cum. Literally. It was sweet. I guess Cosmopolitan was right. I moved it around, cleaning every little bit of cum in every nook and cranny on her sweet pink walls of her goddamn beautiful cunt, delving deeper. Resurfacing my tongue out of her, I smiled reassuringly at Heather. "Veronica Sawyer," Heather Chandler looked at me, as I scanned her beautiful body. "You fuck very well." =============================================================================== I slept again. Heather Chandler wrapped me in her arms, cuddling me, and sometimes squirming around a little bit just to make me warm and comfortable. Her soft and gentle warm breath lulled me into sleep. But I always wake up first. Yawning and stretching my body, Heather, not surprisingly, woke up too. "Morning, Heather..." "Can we make out?" She replied. "No... My mouth smells like cum..." "We both smell like cum..." "I have Listerine," I generously offered and limped to the bathroom. Heather stood up and walked to the bathroom, with Listerine on her hands. She generously drank a swig and spat it out, repeating it about two times. "There, can we have my long-waited make-out session?" "My turn," I replied, using the cap, drinking it and spitting out and repeating that for three times. "Now, can we make out?" "We smell of cum. On our bodies." "Shower?" Heather cocked a brow. "Is that what you are implying? Potential shower sex too?" "That wasn't something that I was going to say, but we can shower together." Heather Chandler was grinning. Now I know. I absolutely love a horny bitch. =============================================================================== Sharing a shower with Heather Chandler is nice. I just got here. Warm, yet still refreshing water sprayed us as we made out sensually underneath the quite small shower head. "Heather," I uttered. "Did Kurt and Ram actually give you mind-blowing orgasms?" "Sometimes," Heather replied back. "Not like yours. They only get to cum and I'd have to finish by miserably touching myself. I wish they would be kinder to me. Just letting me cum would be a godsend. But they don't. They would make me suffer. I could've been fine without you if they made me cum." "That's rough." "Was... last time your first one?" "Yes," I sighed. "I'm glad I was your first. A man couldn't make you cum like that." "Why not?" "I'm a woman. I have first-hand masturbation experience. I know what I like and I can guess what you like. I can try everything on you and do everything that you like and maybe edge so you can pass out when you cum hard," Heather painted a lovely picture in my mind... Goddamnit, I'm wet again. "By the way, you finger very well. You are a fucking animal, Veronica. And, I love it." Silence. "Have you ever done dirty talk before?" I asked, curiously. "Oh, Veronica," Heather chuckled. "Yes, I did. Do you want me to paint a picture?" I absentmindedly nodded. "Veronica," Heather sighed. "I want to pin you down in the wall and make you orgasm that lovely shower head you have up there," she eyed the shower head. "I wanna put that deep inside you and suck and rub your nipples. Next thing I'll do is to lick that lovely ass of yours, combining that with your nipples rubbed and squeezed," Heather kept grinning, and gave a seductive bite of her lower lip. "Do you want to do it now?" "No," I replied. "Worth a try. I don't want to rape you, like last night." "Wanna get cleaned?" I cocked a brow up. "Yeah, darling," Heather smiled. She grabbed my pink loofah, and put three squirts of body wash, drenching all of it. "Now scrub me. Every little inch," she chuckled and handed it to me. Heather moved the shower head to the left. I knelt down, starting with her legs. I scrubbed her feet, slowly elevating each area, roughly scratching everything on her legs, foaming like crazy. With body wash on my hand, I gently rubbed the outer area of her vagina, and scrubbing her plump little ass. Caressing it with my hand, I spanked it as I looked Heather in the eyes with a devilish smile. She looked so innocent, until she moaned and gave a face of good pleasure. "Getting feisty, Veronica Sawyer?" God, it made me a little turned on as she said my full name. "Do you want me to spank you one more time before I carry on?" I ask, in a smug manner. "Yes, Ms. Sawyer," she bit her bottom lip. "I want it to hurt good," she added. I spanked her once again, hard that it left a slight red mark. Heather whimpered, and bit her bottom lip more and more. "Sawyer, you give pain very well," Heather seductively nudged closer. "Do you want a little reward for your lovely spanking?" "Fuck yes, Ms. Chandler," I begged. Suddenly, we locked lips. Tongue and tongue action. Still, her lips were goddamn moist, and soft, luscious. Unfortunately for the both of us, she ended the kiss. "I wish we could kiss forever," Heather smiled. "But you have to finish me." I scrubbed her in the torso, slowly rising up, and gently caressed her perky breasts. "Veronica," she exhaled. "Carry the fuck on, or you won't get to cum again." "Who said that we're gonna meet again?" "You'll never cum again. I saw it in your eyes you came and screamed so hard, you'll never cum in a satisfying way. You'll have to beg for me and kneel to the fucking ground so you can be fingered like hell, Veronica." "Yes, true, you made me scream and give me a lovely head-to-toe screaming orgasm... but..." I started to reevaluate on what she said. "I'll carry on." "Ha," Heather laughed. "You really love my work, don't you?" "Heather, shut up." "I guess you really do," she laughed. "I can't blame you. I once passed out fucking myself." I continued to scrub Heather's lovely body. Right now, the torso was in progress. "Passed out by dildo or vibrator?" I asked curiously. Perhaps masturbation material later. I rarely masturbate. "Vibrator. I had a Star Wars lightsaber for Christmas, the lightsaber part was red. The lightsaber was fat, and so I fit it in my ass. Luckily, my folks weren't at home," she chuckled. "I'm goddamn kinky, aren't I?" "Very kinky," I replied. "Bad girl." Her masturbation experience might convince me to fuck myself, as she lovingly described, more frequently. And it was never frequent in the first place. Anyway, I began to scrub Heather Chandler on the neck. She grabbed the shampoo and generously put some on her hair and folded and rubbed her hair. "Darling, Veronica, can you yank my hair gently but not as gently as you're trying to massage it?" "You like your hair being pulled back?" "I'm a kinky bitch," Heather demanded. "That's what you said. Now pull on my hair little girl." I grabbed her hair filled with shampoo and yanked it aggressively. It was still sticking, thank God, but I could've sworn I heard her breath hitch and a raspy moan elicited out of her mouth. "Veronica, that's good. Keep going." I kept yanking her hair, Heather's breath hitching more and more, and moans were starting to get clearer and clearer. "Veronica," she pleaded. "One more time." The final yank. It was the most controlling yank. Which was nice. I got an orgasm from her. "Oh, fuck, rinse me, Veronica." I adjusted the shower head, so she can get a rinse out of the water. I looked at her. Droplets of water dripped from her soaking wet hair. Now, I realized her makeup was gone. Maybe it was the sleep. But still, she looked great without makeup. I still missed those cherry red lips. Still, though. She was a masterpiece, water running down her average but yet voluptuous body. I didn't dare to look down. Even though we've seen each other's faces and our bodies convulsing silly after orgasms and orgasms, I was still afraid to look at Heather Chandler's bare body. "What are you looking at?" She asked, with the same sassy tone that she retained after she humiliated me numerous times. "You, Heather," I, failing to make an attempt to flirt, nervously uttered. "I was just making the time to appreciate how decent you actually look." "Decent?" Heather chuckled. "That's the first compliment out of your dirty mouth, Veronica. And I mean dirty. But whatever. Thanks, I guess." "And that's the first attempt of a saying of kindness out of your mouth," I joked. "You piece of shit," I added. Hopefully that won't cause something bad. "Bitch, I know right?" Silence. "Scrub me, Heather. I need a clean." Heather immediately grabbed the loofah and applied some body wash, drenching it like a soaked and fully wet pussy. Like mine when Heather started to barely put a finger inside. Immediately, she started from the bottom, squatting down to my legs. She quickly rose up to my thighs. She was... quite aggressive when she was scrubbing. My mind... it was all about Heather. In a blink of an eye, she was rinsing me already, and we were making out. =============================================================================== We changed. Heather was changing into the clothes last night and I was changing into new ones. Duke gave me these. It was... very interesting. Not like very slutty, it was a blue flounce blouse. It complimented with a long white skirt. Huh. I'm having an okay fashion sense. We walked out, hoping for breakfast. That hope stopped when the bell of the door chimed, complimented with an aggressive knock. "Oh my God," I stammered. "Who's that?" "I don't know. It took me by surprise." Heather hid somewhere, giving me a nod to open the door. I complied. Heather McNamara was there with Heather Duke exasperated. "Oh, hi, Veronica." Heather Duke sarcastically spat her words right at me. "Where's Heather?" "Heather?" I stammer. "Please, girl, I saw her Porsche. She wasn't responding to my text. I came to Heather and didn't see her there. Came to Heather and didn't see her Porsche parked, and I'm quite surprised she was here in the first place." "Bitch much, Heather?" Heather said as she went closer to the door. "There she is," McNamara sighed with relief. "Where were you, Heather?! You made us cancel our reservations to that French place." "Décontractée," McNamara corrected. "I know, Heather," Duke rolled her eyes. "I was drunk," Chandler replied. "I had a shot of Fireball and for some reason went to Veronica's place." "I'm surprised you didn't crash, Heather," Duke skeptically rolled her eyes again. "Veronica, is this true?" "Well, I didn't know and I never asked why," I replied. "Heather, you always seem drunk," I eyed to Heather. "Bitch," she cursed. "I am in full control of myself." "Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Well said, Veronica. I didn't know a pussy cat can be so feral," Duke complimented. "Shut up Heather," Chandler violently raged. "Whatever." "I'm hungry, bitches, so we need to go somewhere." I slurred. "You think we can go to that French place?" McNamara asked innocently. "Heather, we need to reserve a table at that place and it's open for dinner," Chandler rolled her eyes. "Heather, you're a pillowcase." "I was only suggesting, Heather," McNamara glumly excused. I felt bad for the girl. "Well, suggest smartly, Heather." "That's it," I angrily declared. "I'm cooking," I said as I turned around and sternly walked only a foot away from the Heathers until a controlling hand yanked me. Heather Chandler grunted. "Veronica, no. We're going somewhere. We've never tried your food, if I could call it that, and we would gag if we had horrible food of yours." I walked back to the door. "Bitch much?" "We're going to The Château," Duke finally decided. "Where's that?" I asked. "Darling, continental breakfasts are so last season, Heather," Chandler whined. "Whatever. We're going." I joined in. Duke and McNamara sauntered to the jeep that was parked right there at the side of the road, right behind the Porsche. A hand forcefully yanked my hand. I turned around. "Veronica, I don't need continental breakfasts in front of me. I'm begging you." "Complain much?" I joked again. "What do you want? Do you want burnt pancakes and rotten chow mein in a styrofoam container or a continental breakfast that costs a fucking arm and a leg? Do you want to go with street rat combo or classy and very bitch course meal?" Heather was silent. She escorted me and let go as she went to her seat of her Porsche. I sat in the front, obviously. I'm not a kid. I'm fucking Veronica Sawyer. I closed the door, with Duke starting her jeep. "I'm sorry if I was a whiny bitch," Heather apologized. "You are always a whiny bitch," I angrily articulated. "Even at fucking. In the shower you whined." "I said, sorry, Veronica." "Whatever," Heather and I buckled our seatbelts simultaneously. "Don't whine around this bitch here. If you do around me uncontrollably, you'll never get to cum again." Heather was silent. "Desperate slut," I chuckled. We were on the road. Heather Duke was revving faster and zoomed, seemingly as fast as the legal speed limit. "Game on, Duke." Heather grinned devilishly. "Game on." "What the fuck are you doing?" Vroom, vroom. I instantly knew what they were going to do. We were racing. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!