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Chansaw Smut

So I got a request for smut prompt 28 for Chansaw. I haven’t really read Chansaw so I was looking for some one shots on Wattpad and I realized there really isn’t a lot of Chansaw smut. And ironically, I saw @mcdonaldstm in the comments section. I haven’t written g x g smut in a long time so I apologize in advance. I’m sorry it’s so long lmao. WARNINGS: I honestly don’t think there’s a lot but uh swearing, smut, mentions of a gun and blanks, and I guess not a very good Jdonica relationship. MINORS DON’T INTERACT! “He doesn’t love you, Sawyer!” The red-clad blonde yelled. Two feet away stood a tall girl with short brown hair. The girl wore blue and her eyes were filled with tears.  “He does love me, Heather! You haven’t had a steady boyfriend in your life! How the hell would you know?” yelled the girl in blue. “Because, if you haven’t been able to tell by now, he’s not a good person, Veronica,” argued Heather, “He pulled a gun on the first day of school!” Veronica’s face flushed and she stuttered, “It was filled with blanks! No real harm was done!”  Heather rolled her eyes. Veronica refused to believe that her shady boyfriend really loved her. After all, they had almost nothing in common. Yet, Veronica still thought he was a good person, even after every red flag there had been. Veronica pulled her coat on hastily and shot back, “He pulled the gun on Kurt and Ram because they were harassing him!” Heather let out a mocking laugh. “Is that what it was? Or do you just not want to know that he’s a sick psychopath? If he’s such a good boyfriend, where is he? It’s a Friday night and you’re here with me. Shouldn’t you be out on a date?” Veronica stopped her movement and sat on the loveseat in Heather’s room. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face between her legs. Heather could hear her soft sobs. Maybe she had gone too far. After all, Heather was also quite jealous of how much Veronica cared for JD. Veronica was sweet and smart but also a major dork yet, Heather had fallen in love with her anyways. Veronica felt the chair dip beside her and looked up. Heather sat next to her, staring straight ahead. Veronica went back to crying as Heather gingerly laid a hand on Veronica’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I went too far with that. But I stand by the fact that he’s not good for you, Veronica. He’s sketchy and someone else loves you more than he does.” Veronica picked her head up, looking dead into Heather’s aquamarine eyes. “Who?” she croaked. Heather hesitated. What if Veronica didn’t like her back? Would Veronica tell everyone that the most popular girl in school is a lesbian?  In a moment of pure love, Heather leaned over and pressed a small kiss to Veronica’s lips. Heather quickly pulled back. The pair sat in silence. “You like me,” stated Veronica. Heather stood up and walked to the window. “No shit, sherlock.” Heather heard no response from Veronica, so she sighed. “Listen, just give me a chance to prove I’m better than Jesse James. Just one night.” Veronica got up and pressed her lips against Heather’s. “One night, Heather.”  Heather grinned and their lips met in a more heated kiss. Heather kept pushing Veronica backwards until they fell on the bed, Heather on top. Heather demanded entrance and Veronica gave it to her. Their tongues fought for dominance, Veronica deciding to let Heather win. Suddenly, Heather’s hands went to Veronica’s jacket, practically ripping it off in eagerness. Veronica got her message and unbuttoned her blazer and shimmied out of it, tossing her blue blazer to the side. Heather quickly buried her head in the crook of Veronica’s neck, sucking hickeys into her seemingly perfect skin. Veronica let out soft sighs of pleasure, her hand going into Heather’s strawberry-blonde locks. Heather’s fingers fumbled as she attempted to unbutton the white shirt Veronica had worn underneath her Heathers blazer. Eventually, she got the shirt unbuttoned and quickly moved kisses down Veronica’s chest, over the lacy black bra she had worn, and down her stomach.  Veronica was in heaven. Heather had already gotten her so wet and she needed her so bad.  Heather seemed to sense Veronica’s need and she quickly pulled off the tiny skirt Veronica wore. How that skirt had tortured Heather. It was so short, almost revealing her ass, but was just long enough that it didn’t.  “Be a good girl and spread your legs,” ordered Heather. Veronica quickly obeyed, being turned on even further by the commanding tone in Heather’s voice. It reminded her of how Heather spoke to everyone at school yet it was somehow softer. Heather pressed Veronica’s panties into her core. “So wet,” she purred, “And all for me.” Veronica whimpered, “Heather, please, no teasing.” Heather gave her one last smirk before quickly pulling off her panties and diving in between her thighs. Immediately, Veronica gripped Heather’s hair. A loud moan sounded from Veronica and Heather moaned in response, sending vibrations through her core. Heather inserted two fingers, pumping them at a fast pace as her mouth worked over Veronica’s clit.  As Veronica clenched around her fingers, Heather pulled her mouth back and used her thumb to rub Veronica’s clit. Veronica came with a loud moan as she rode out her high. Heather pulled her fingers out, licking them clean. Veronica tasted surprisingly good. 

As Veronica regained her composure, Heather placed her clothes in her lap and gave her time to get dressed again. “I’m done,” said a tired voice. Heather looked back at Veronica, who was now back in her clothes, and laid next to her. “Get some rest,” said Heather, “I’ll see you in the morning.” Veronica nodded and rested her head on Heather’s chest, closing her eyes and immediately beginning to snore. Heather pressed on last kiss to the top of her head before turning off her bedside lamp and falling asleep.