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neon-vocalist · 2 years

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get what you deserve- c.4

tw graphic/major depictions of abuse, descriptions of injuries i guess?

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While Veronica won't go to the hospital, she certainly will use Google. I mean, it's practically a portable hospital anyway. She's learned to sit so that she doesn't antagonise her burn, so she's awkwardly cross-legged-ish on the guest bed, typing with a set jaw and dead eyes. And if there's one thing anyone can tell you, it's that you definitely do not Google your symptoms or injuries. WebMD has deduced that she's going to get infected and die within a week. Judging by the fact that she hasn't done that yet, she's pretty sure she can discount that theory. However, she did find one helpful chart on Pinterest after giving up on Google, and it's told her that while her burn is large, it's just first or second degree, so it wouldn't actually need hospital treatment. And she's discovered that her leg should be almost healed by now. Poking at it, she's not quite sure. It still looks angry red.

Next Google search: Why isn't my burn healing?

What she finds makes her drop her phone. She doesn't know why she didn't look this up before. She doesn't know why she trusted Heather blindly with no skepticism- that's never her style. She doesn't know why she thought that taking so long to heal was normal. She's never been one to just follow rules without justifying them. Still, she's been dutifully soaking her leg in alcohol or hydrogen peroxide every day, sometimes twice a day, as long as she can stand it. Why would Heather do that to her? She must have known that it would be counterintuitive.

She doesn't want me to heal.

She wants me to rely on her forever.

She's just like Jason.

They both like to see her suffer.

"It's like nobody's safe anymore," she sighs to the wall. "You know what? I'm done crying. I'm done being their little dolls. I'm done caring about them." Ignoring the pain both emotional and physical, she rummages around in her closet until she finds a little drawstring bag. She dumps out the contents of it- a bunch of old ribbon that nobody's ever gonna use, but they keep it around just in case- and starts haphazardly shoving stuff inside.

She's doing it more for dramatic effect than with actual purpose, as is clear by the fact that she's packed an empty TicTac box and an ink cartridge. It's more about the action than the intent; angrily slamming things inside a bag, hearing them clank together as it fills, and murmuring her monologue under her breath.

"I'm done. I'm done. I am done." She's not sure if she's saying it to punctuate each clink or to convince herself that she won't come crawling back like she knows she will. "No. No. I'll be strong. I'll keep myself safe. I'll-"

"Funny, I didn't know you needed a rubber duck on your trip."

Veronica drops the bag with a clatter, not wanting to turn around. She knows what she'll see. She knows what she'll have to say- excuses running into and over each other, words coming in doubletime to stop the tears, frantic apologies. But more than that, she knows what he'll do. And suddenly the pain in her leg seems insignificant in comparison to what's to come.

"Jason," she murmurs.

"Turn around," he says, matching her light tone. They don't need to talk any louder. The room is silent, save for the pounding of her heart.

"Jason," she pleads again.

"Where's your strength now, my pet? Where's your safety? Your determination? Where's your bravery? All gone now, I guess." He takes a step closer. Veronica tries not to flinch. "I don't think you're as powerful as you let on."

Veronica knows she should turn around and stand up for herself. She knows she should look Jason in the eye and tell him no, tell him he can't walk over her anymore. But she can't. She can't break her eyes from the floor. She can't move. She can't think. She can't hear over the panicked scream in her head.

"Come on," he sing-songs, moving closer. Veronica tries to move forward without him noticing, gnawing on her bottom lip. "We can't do this forever." He takes another step. She forces her feet forward. Jason sighs. "Hurry it up, Ronnie." He extends his hand to her. It might almost look romantic.

The last time Veronica was offered his hand, he was pulling her up off the couch and wrapped her into a kiss, warm and safe and comforting inside his arms. They danced around the living room to the music of their beating hearts, smiling and twirling. He picked her up like it was nothing, taking the breath straight out of her lungs as she laughed, tossed her up in the air, kissed her nose and called her 'his little kitten.' She used to think being his pet was something they both enjoyed, something fun and silly and affectionate. She used to think hearing him call her 'kitten' was adorable. Now it makes her blood turn to ice.

"Come on, baby," he says, beckoning her with his fingers. "You can't keep this up for much longer." He moves closer. Veronica can't make herself move anymore. A grin spreads across his face as he takes another step. He can almost touch her now. She can feel his fingers centimetres away from her back. She takes a deep breath in and bites down on her tongue as he takes her by the shoulder and picks her up in one fluid motion. You can't scream, she tells herself. He'll know you're scared if you scream.

But something tells her it's already clear to him how terrified she is. And something tells her he likes it.

Jason almost throws her down onto a towel on the floor and starts to trace his fingers along her arms, legs, sides. Every place he touches, the nerves go electric, like they're just warning her of the incoming pain. Even her own skin knew he was hurting her before she did.

"What shall we do with you this time, pet?" he asks, taking her hand in his. The room is quiet as he thinks. Veronica doesn't dare make a sound. "Oh," he says, smiling. "I know."

He takes her head in his hands. He's not going to snap my neck, right? He's not going to kill me? She's about to open her mouth and ask, make sure she's not going to die here, but what if that gives him the idea? What if asking would be effectively digging her own grave? Her eyes fill with tears as she thinks about what she's going to leave behind if he kills her. My niece. My dad. My cousins. Martha. Heather.

"Heather," she whispers, and all of a sudden she hears her voice in her head.

Stay calm, Vera. We're gonna get you through this.

"Okay."

Don't let him know I'm here.

Veronica nods. There's a part of her that knows Heather isn't actually there with her. There's no way. It's impossible. But if it'll help her survive this, that's all she needs.

"I know you've been going to see her," Jason says lightly, moving his hands down to her neck. He's gonna do it. He's gonna kill me.

"See who?" Veronica asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking. This is the opposite of what she wanted. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad.

"Heather," he says in the same light tone, the one that tells her he's trying his best to hold it together, hiding behind the peppiness of his voice. His fingers trace slow circles on her skin.

"Oh, Heather McNamara? Yeah, I told you I was going to her house, remember?" If her hands weren't in full view, Veronica would cross her fingers, hoping she's convincing enough. Lying isn't very easy when you're terrified, though, and not very convincing when your whole body is shaking beneath his hands.

When Jason laughs at that, there's no humour in it. In a way, he's letting her know that he knows she's lying. He wants to make her aware that she's about to be called on her BS in the worst way. "Not McNamara," he murmurs, trailing his fingers down to her shoulders. "You know, love. You thought you'd get away with it." Veronica's hope of not getting caught is gone. And Heather's voice has disappeared with it. It's just her and Jason now. And she's... helpless.

"I don't like being lied to," JD says. "Did you know that? I think you did."

"How did you know?" There's no use in fighting him. He'll just get more mad if she tries to feign innocence. But she thought she'd covered all the bases. She thought she made sure to hide her evidence, provide an alibi. Apparently not.

"You cried her name during the night," he says with a tiny smile. "It was actually really cute... you only got louder when I tried to touch you. You two really have something going, don't you?" Veronica's skin prickles as JD's cold fingertips trace around her chest and down to her sides. "Hmm, do you like that?" Veronica instantly shakes her head. "Yeah. You do, don't you?"

"Just get on with it," Veronica mumbles. Her eyes go wide as she realises she's said it out loud.

"What was that, pet?" Jason's hands stop moving.

"Never mind."

"No, no." JD moves one hand to stroke underneath her chin. "If I'm not satisfying you, I'd like to know. You know, so I can do better."

Something tells her he does not plan to do better. Still, she's dug herself into this grave. "I know you're going to hurt me," she says quietly. "Just do it already."

"So you do know why you're here," JD says, nodding, satisfied. "Good. That means you're not gonna be surprised when I do this."

He pulls out a knife and Veronica is instantly paralysed in terror. She wishes she could take back everything she said, from asking him to get on with it to speaking up in the first place. If she was better, he wouldn't hurt her. If she was tamer, she wouldn't need to be subdued.

"What are you gonna do with that?" she breathes, her eyes tracking every reflection of the light as Jason tilts it back and forth. Suddenly the fear that he'll kill her is back with a vengeance. What he can do with a blade... it's worse than what he could do with his hands a million times over. He could do anything to her: make it quick and painless, or draw it out, leaving her in agony for hours until the end. He could do whatever he wanted. She thought she was helpless before, but she's really in it now. There's no escaping it. But the most painful part is that Heather won't be there to help her this time. She truly has nobody. Nowhere to turn. No safe place to go. Just him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asks. "Well, let's start with a little of this."

He takes one of her hands in his, gently turns it over, and begins taking his knife in slow, methodical cuts across her skin. "Nobody's going to believe your big, bad boyfriend did this to you, are they? No." He smiles as Veronica flexes her fingers, gasping in pain every time the blade touches her. "As far as they'll see, this is all you, sweetheart. And nobody wants to get too close to a cutter." He catches a drop of blood with his fingertip and swipes it across her cheek. "They're going to think you're the bad guy."

"Stop it," Veronica whispers, the words practically dying on her lips.

"You don't mean that," he says with a smile. "You like this. Otherwise you wouldn't have misbehaved. You asked for it. I wouldn't be doing this if you didn't want it."

Even as Veronica wishes she could rebel, she knows it's true. This is her fault. And she does enjoy it... sort of. She likes knowing that Heather will take care of her later. She likes looking forward to the cleaning of her wounds and the soft, comforting whispers. She loves looking into Heather's eyes and knowing she is deeply and truly loved.

But this time, that won't be happening afterward. She'll go to her own room and clean out her own cuts. She'll let the chirping of the crickets sing her to sleep. She'll wake up knowing they'll do the same thing tomorrow. Her life has dissolved into monotony. Painful monotony.

"Are we done yet?" he asks her, turning over her other arm.

"Is that a trick question?" Veronica keeps her eyes focused on the ceiling, knowing if she meets his eyes, she may as well be admitting defeat.

"You know me too well. Now, let's go for something a little more... mm, daring, shall we?" He leaves her right arm alone and she lets out a tiny sigh of relief before his words register.

"Daring?" she asks, dreading the answer.

"Yes," he hums. "Turn over." When she doesn't immediately move, he prods at her side with the tip of his blade- not enough to hurt her through her shirt, but enough to scare her. She scrambles to roll over, not even caring if anything agitates her cuts or her leg. Blood smears on the towel, on her clothes, on her skin. It's dried and dripping at the same time. It's everywhere, like bugs crawling up her body, soaking through sheets and soaking through skin. The pain doesn't matter anymore. It's become a steady constant, pulsing with the beat of her heart, and at this point she doesn't feel it underneath her fear.

He's never done anything like this. Out of everything he's done to her, he's never gotten a weapon involved, never ordered her around to do his bidding, never spent so long playing with her. Dehumanising her. She became his toy the moment his blade touched her skin, and there's no going back.

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happyyft · 19 days

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I finished . OH MY G

#happyftartreal #im in love with the villainess #watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #iilwtv #rae taylor #rei taylor #claire francois #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heathers musical #rae x claire #ralaire #chansaw #GHHHMGMKCJDNF IT WAS AWESOMMEEEE...I LOST HOPE #bjt jEEEZ THIS WAS GOOD.

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crackedoutwalnut · 9 months

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I’ve rested my case thank you

#heathers #wlw #chansaw #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heather chandler x veronica sawyer #heathers meme

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bee-nutauthor · 8 months

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Someone copy pasted my fic

Someone notified me that someone ripped off one of my fics and was pretending it was theirs. I've asked the person to take their fic down but they haven't responded yet.

This is the side by side comparison of first my fic and then theirs.

They changed up a few words, but the fic is basically the exact same throughout the entire story same as my fic. This is the person who took it and seeing as they're in the nevermore fandom too, I'm tagging the fandom so that they will see this and take their story down.

It is never okay to steal someone's fic and pretend it's your own. Learn to write like the rest of us do.

#heathers #chansaw #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #veronica x chandler #nevermore webtoon #annanore #lenore x annabel

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starletdawn · 3 months

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palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

#jd x you #jason dean #heather mcnamara #jason dean x reader #jason dean x you #christian slater #heathers #heather duke #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #jd heathers #fluff #oneshot

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sofianleal · 1 month

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Part 2 of chansaw being a corny couple lol

This drawing is based on this image i found in twt

#drawdrawdraw #illustration #original art #digital art #drawing #digital illustration #drawn #desenho #heathers the musical #heathers #chansaw heathers #chansaw #veronica x heather chandler #veronica sawyer x heather chandler #veronica sawyer #heathers 1989 #heathers movie #heather chandler

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tonixe · 1 year

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"Only for you"

n.o.t.e.s - BRO, HE IS SO FINE, also altered timeline not cannon to the movie.

w.a.r.n -📓 Nsfw, dub-con, penetration, p in the v, fingering, bathroom sex, and protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🔪 Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

You were the rival girl of Heathers, especially Heather Chandler. You were prettier, smarter and better dressed her not to mention the better attitude

It was a slap on the face for Heather, you shared 2 classes, and every time you walked past her, you can see her turn red just like her ribbon. You held your tray with whatever they served at lunch, the lunch ladies were nice to you, due to your good attitude and smile. You manage to get something much better than the school served.

Walking by Heather's table, where they sat near the jocks as they start catcalling you. You walked to the back of the cafeteria, where Martha's 'dump truck' was sitting, you did get some eyes from the whole cafeteria.

"Can I sit here?" you asked as you flashed her your signature smile.

The cafeteria went silent, as you heard whispering. Martha was shocked by what you said, she looked around to see if you were playing a cruel joke on her.

"No jokes, just friendship" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cocking your head to the side.

"U-um, s-sure!" she said quietly.

You sat down, and as you started eating your lunch, "Why sit in the back of the cafeteria, you don't get to see the action" you said, looking up from your tray.

"Nobody likes me, so I just resort here" she muttered. "I get it" you responded, biting into the sandwich.

You looked up, trying to find something amusing to take about with your new acquaintance, your eyes landing on a black-haired guy, sitting conveniently in the back as well. Wearing a trench coat over his clothes oddly enough.

As you brushed your fingers together on your tray, get rid of the crumbs off your fingers. "So who's the hot kid there" You pointed at him, winking at him too.

He waved to you.

"That's Jason Dean, he's been here for 5 months, not much new" she responded as ate her lunch.

"Gosh, how was I ignoring a hottie," you said

"He used to date, Veronica Sawyer" she piqued, "Oh really, I guess he's single right now," you declared, you got up from your chair leaving your lunch behind, walking towards the suspicious hottie.

"I guess you're the infamous Jason Dean" You place your hand on the table, cocking your body to the side.

"-And what do I owe you, wonder girl" he responded with a smile.

"More than what you think, if I could join you in what you doing," you asked him, butterflies were swimming in your stomach, you never really had this moment before even with the jocks that try to pin you to your locker.

"I should have brought you a throne" he teased, he combs his hair back with his fingers.

You laughed at the comment, putting your face in and your palms. Dipping your head towards Jason. "Are you single currently?" you whispered, you glanced back to see the Heathers and Veronica looking at you and JD.

"No, not currently you asking?" he responded, his eyes checking you out.

"Yea, how about a little date at Kekes" you proposed, "A cutie like you, should already have a girlfriend and maybe have a chance with getting laid with me" you whispered, a Cheshire cat smile spreading on your lips.

"Oh, who knew wonder girl was so dirty" he gave you a smirk. "Truly, I am" You fluttered your lashes at him.

"Never knew," he whispered.

"So..what you have next period, Jason"?" you prompt, your head on your palm, pointing at him with your manicured nail.

"Math, how about you" he leaned back to the wall, he brushed his hair back, crossing his arm with a playful look.

"Same, maybe we're in the same class" you chirped.

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

"Welp, hopefully, you can come to our date," you took some paper and wrote your number down on it, passing it to him.

"See you later" You gave him a wave, walking out of the cafeteria for your next class; you purposely swayed your hips when you were walking out, wanting him to look at your ass.

You were leaning to the side of the diner, blowing puffs from your cigarette. Placing the cigarette between your lips. Crossing your arms as your leg supports your balance.

You weren't surprised to see Jason or JD walking up to the diner; you blew the smoke out from your lips. Leaning off the wall, finishing off your cigarette.

Walking towards him, "I guess you really did take the bait" You flashed him a smile. "I mean, how could I not with the wonder women of our school," he answered, putting his hand on his chin, cocking his head to you.

"Especially with the offer," he said as he walked into the diner; you followed, "I said you had a chance," you asserted. "Besides, you're cute," you murmured.

"I'm what?" he teased, holding the door.

"Just buy me a coke, jackass" You walked inside the diner. "Yes, princess," he walked into the diner.

After you guys get situated at your table, you want to make this date last forever in his mind; maybe he was one of those guys that got obsessive. A waitress passed by as you looked at the menu, rubbing your foot over his leg up to his thigh. You shot him a sly smile, "I'll get a rusty burger with fries" you said, giving her a grin.

"I'll just get a Diet Coke" he answered, looking straight out at you, as you rubbed your foot closer to his groin. "Your not hungry?" you piqued, biting your lip.

"Nope," he answered; he popped the p. "Why not" You rubbed his leg more, looking through your eyelashes, fluttering your eyes. "Just not hungry when you here," he winked at you.

"You're a sly dog, you know that." you blinked, prompting your hand on your palm.

"Wanna do something fun, Y/N?" he gave you a smug grin at you, "What do you mean?" his idea peeped your interest, "Something that sped up the process, why sit here and wait when he can do something fun" he grins.

He got up from his seat, grabbing your hand from the booth as you followed him to the bathroom. "What are you doing" you questioned, "Something fun" he opened the door, pulling you inside.

Before he pinned you to one of the stalls' doors, " You're really that needy," you bit your lip. "After pulling that stunt with me under the table," he panted, his forehead bumping into yours.

You felt his boner on your pelvis and his breath on your cheek, making you feel yourself becoming wet. You hated how he made you aroused, it was supposed to game for you to win, but he was slowly winning you over. You felt him grabbing your chin, "Don't get shy on me now, wonder girl," he snapped at you; he snuck his fingers down to your thigh, dangerously under your skirt.

His hand inches away from your panties, and you felt your breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Wanna live up to what you said earlier" he whispered in your ear, slowly sliding his fingers into your cunt.

Your pants becoming heavier, feeling his finger pumping into you. "Eager aren't you" he whispered.

Moans escaped your lips as you felt your nipples becoming hard in your bra. "Gosh, I would never know someone like you would enjoy this" he pumped his fingers into you faster, plunging them.

You clasp your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. "Don't be like that; I wanna hear you; I want this whole fucking diner to hear you," he whispered, thrusting his finger into you.

"Haah-" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy, "God, your pussy is tightening around my fingers." he mocked, taking his fingers out of you.

He licked his finger in front of your red face, you panted "Why" you muttered throwing your head to the side pissed off.

"So I can enjoy you all to myself," you turned your head back, seeing him holding up a condom. "Your seriously going to fuck me in a bathroom," you muttered, your cheeks stained red.

"Yea," he responded; you heard him unzipping his pants, you glanced to see his dick, and you were shocked at how big it was, making you wetter by the second.

"Turn around," he demanded

You obeyed, turning around and placing your hands on the stall as you felt him lining into your wetness. Your nipples were hardened against your bra, moaning against the friction.

You were startled as you felt him thrust into you; it was painful, tears building up on your lash line, biting your lip. His dick was splitting, you open, and you enjoyed every minute.

Thrusting inside you, feeling him in places you didn't even know existed. "Haah," you moaned, and you arched your back. You felt his hand on your chest, pulling up your shirt and bra in one motion.

His rough hands groped your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. "F-fuck...Jason," you groaned out. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a heavy kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring your mouth. You withdraw from the kiss for oxygen as you pant out. His thrust getting sloppier inside. "We should make quick" He lifted you by your waist, his dick still inside you, "Jason wait-" You were cut off by his dick going into you farther; you moaned loudly.

"J-Jason, im close," you panted, "God, me too" he thrust into you a few more times before you cummed on his dick; he thrust into you a few times from spilling into the condom. Some of the cum in the condom dripped onto the floor, and he placed you on the stall wall. You panted out; your face was still red.

You glanced back at Jason, zipping himself up and throwing out the condom. "Fuck you," you muttered, juices dripping down your leg.

"Your moans said the opposite," he whispered; he put your panties into his trench coat pocket.

You were too tired to argue, and sweat was glistening on your body. "I'll be outside, waiting, wonder girl" he slapped your ass, leaving you in the bathroom.

"Bastard," you muttered, dropping onto the bathroom floor, your legs giving up.

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