Corrupted Love – A Heathers: The Musical erotic fanfiction [18] [NSFW] [M/F] [Oral Sex] [Death Mentioned]

I’ve been wanting to write a string of Heathers: The Musical fanfictions to fill in different time jumps in the story. This one happens right after “The Me Inside of Me” and lays the groundwork for a lot of JD’s manipulation later in the story.

If you haven’t watched The Musical, you’re surely missing our and probably won’t understand most of this.

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I let out a deep, tense breath, throwing my bag against my closet door and slumping into my bed. “How did you know that would work?” My voice was shaky. Faking grief of Heather’s death was easy when it stung so badly. JD shook his head and leaned against the wall facing me. “You assume I know a lot more than I do. If we’re being honest. This dumb ass town will believe basically anything we spin their way.”

I smiled, looking at him I felt like I could do anything. I reached out my arms and he walked towards me painfully slowly before slipping into my embrace. I let out another relieved breath. My arms were heavy and tired, but with him close I felt safe. Relaxed. “I’m confused.” I said without realizing.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Why? Upset that the girl who wanted you dead kicked the bucket? She doesn’t matter. Not like you do.” I felt a heat inside me. I wanted to defend her, explain what she meant to me. Although I still didn’t even know what that was. But… I couldn’t argue with him. Not when he spoke about me like that.

My cheeks flushed and I grabbed his shoulders, pushing his trench coat off before pulling him in for a kiss. “Say it again.” He pet my hair and looked into my eyes. “You’re all that matters Veronica. I’d dig myself out of hell to reach you in heaven.” I kissed him again. Feeling my body growing hotter.

He drew closer to me, his fingers slipping through my hair, tugging lightly on the roots. “We’re unlimited Veronica. With you by my side we can kill Titans. Move mountains. Be gods.” I let out a light moan as our lips locked, tasting him with my tongue.

He pulled my hair, breaking me from his sweet lips. “Our Love is God.” He smiled and I felt my world melt. Suddenly I didn’t care about Heather. I didn’t care about Martha. I didn’t care about the world outside. I didn’t care about when my parents would be home. My heart melted for his smile.

Grinning, I fell back on the bed, his body on top of me, pushing me down. I echoed him in a coo, “Our love is god.” I felt his warm breath on my skin, setting my heart ablaze as I started to unbuckle his belt. He mirrored me, unclasping my bra and tearing my top off. His strong hands pushed and moved me in wordless agreement. I was his. He held absolute power over me.

He pushed my hands over my head. Once again taking control as he planted a trail of kisses down my neck, sucking on my skin, sending sharp stabs of pleasure through my body. When I spoke I barely recognized my own voice, my words as breathy as a ghost’s. “Take me.” I begged.

He giggled, pressing a thumb to my lips and slipping it in my mouth, having me suck on it as he found his way to his prize. He teased around my breasts, lightly biting and squeezing, sometimes flicking my nipples with his tongue. Each motion promoted a muffled moan through my filled mouth.

In between tasting me he continued his praise. “We can change the world, Veronica. No one knows what we have, the blood bond we’ll forge, the civilizations we’ll burn. We’ll remake it all in our image. Be the rulers of the new world order.” The image he painted pushed me further. My body was heating up to the point I feared I’d explode if I didn’t get the release I needed.

I pulled my skirt up, revealing my blue lace panties underneath. He grinned and started kissing down further. Tasting and exploring me with his addictive kiss. I craned my neck to watch him as he bit the waistband of my underwear, meeting my eyes and he pulled it down my legs. Before he moved more than an inch my head fell backwards in pleasure. My mind raced with thoughts of what he’d do to me next. Wanting him to take more and more until I was all his.

I wish I wasn’t so drunk on his power trip at that moment. If I could have seen the monster he was turning into… we were turning into. I wish I could have stopped it there. Removed these cancerous thoughts before they became terminal. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed his hair and pulled him between my legs. My voice cried out without thought as he tasted my pussy.

I closed my eyes, pushing away my fear or worries about him. Why did it matter? We were gods, and this euphoria was all the proof I needed. Fuck Heather Chandler, fuck all the Heathers. I didn’t need them. I just needed his love.

A smooth, silky voice broke my bliss. “Tsk tsk tsk. I really thought better of you.” My eyes shot open and sitting at the edge of the bed in a gaudy red night gown was the once Demon Queen of Westerburg Highschool. Her face was pale and cold as she looked at her funeral.

I gasped, but JD didn’t seem to hear her. Or think anything of my breathy noises. To be fair I was still making a lot of those in between. Where did he learn to do that with his tongue? “Yes! That’s the question you should be asking.” I glared at Heather Chandler and she gave me a flat stare that both quelled my retort and made my body twitch in excitement.

She giggled. “God Veronica, you really are such a slut. Daydreaming of your dead crush while the guy who killed me eats you out?” I shut my eyes tight. Shut up shut up shut up. You’re not real! I pulled JD closer and tried to ignore her, feeling myself get close. “You’re gonna make me cum JD, keep going!”

Her voice suddenly felt a lot closer, like it was speaking all around me. “Can’t quite get yourself straight? Who are you gonna kill next to keep this high going?”

I screamed. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a pure panicked scream, opening my eyes and feeling Heather Chandler’s cold hands caressing my cheek as my boyfriend was still locked between my legs. He jumped up, stopping what he was doing and looking around.

I shook in panic and stared into the eyes of my guilt as he climbed next to me, feeling his radiating heat as he wrapped himself around me. “Woah, babe, calm down. Relax. You’re okay.” He patted my head, and the image of Heather started to fade with a maniacal laugh flooding my senses.

My hyperventilating slowed down as she disappeared and I felt tears soak into JD’s shirt. “I-i saw… I saw Heather Chandler.” He scoffed and pulled me closer. “No… no you didn’t. She’s as dead as dead can be. You’ll never be tormented by her again.”

I nuzzled closer to him. Feeling relaxed as his arms protected me. But in the back of my head, that laughing was a constant back track, reminding me of what I’ve done, and what I was yet to do.

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Thank you for reading! I love sharing my works and I hope you all enjoy it. I’m planning on writing up a lesbian romance with Veronica and Heather Chandler that takes place between “Beautiful” and “Candy Store” at some point soon so look out for that too!

Also if you would like to prompt me at all, I always love hearing good prompts. I mostly write LGBTQ+ romance though, this is an exception because I love this musical too much.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wyyfd7/corrupted_love_a_heathers_the_musical_erotic