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The slide of her window made Veronica freeze; she went limbo, making sure she lay perfectly still. She heard the sound of JD’s combat boots stomping; she forced her breathing to be quieter. Veronica heard him stop right in front of her bed; he must have taken a second to take in her form. She heard him mutter a curse under his breath; suddenly, she felt her bed dip as he sat on the edge. Veronica Pandora snapped her eyes open to look at him, but she forced herself to stay still. She was supposed to be dead.
JD’s eyes roved over her shirt, which was stained with fake blood, perhaps corn syrup and food coloring. A fake knife sat beside her, also stained in the same coloring. JD grabbed the knife; he ran his finger along the edge; he chuckled; it was obviously foam, and she obviously wasn’t dead. He could see her chest rising and falling with small breaths; it wouldn’t be noticeable if you didn’t look hard enough, yet he was sharp. He’d studied true crime stories, murder mysteries, and biology textbooks as a child with a sickening fascination with death.
JD watched his mom blow up in front of him when he was only nine years old. Ever since he’d had a twisted fixation with death. How it worked, the way the body decomposed after death, and then when he was older, he’d stumbled across a rare but taboo kink. Necrophilia wasn’t for the weak; it was feared by the general public and misunderstood. JD didn’t actually want to go out and violate a corpse, yet the idea of having Veronica helpless and bloodied did things to him.
JD felt his jeans tighten as he ran a hand down her arm; he saw her shiver, and he smirked. “You suck at playing dead, babe. I’ve seen possums play it better than you.” JD said, amused, he brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and her fingers twitched just briefly. “Rigor mortis usually sets in quicker, I thought.”
JD slid his hand under her shirt; he unclipped her bra with one practiced movement. "Coroners are going to check for internal trauma,” JD murmured. Veronica's breath hitched, yet she kept her eyes tightly shut. He leaned close to her until his breath fanned across her ear, “You’re a terrible liar, but I’ll play along.” His teeth enclosed around her earlobe; he nipped it, and she couldn’t suppress the full-body shiver that went through her.
JD dragged his hand down her side; he stopped once he got to the waistband of her skirt. “Might need to examine further…” JD’s voice dropped to a growl as he hooked his fingers in the elastic. JD began to drag it down; he saw Veronica swallow harshly, and he smirked. Veronica arched up into his touch as he circled her clit with his thumb. “Corpses don’t do that,” he said. JD tangled a hand in her hair and tugged her head back harshly, nipping at her pulse point with his teeth.
Veronica let out a yelp as his teeth sank deep into her skin; he didn’t stop until he tasted blood. JD licked up the crimson droplets with a satisfied groan. Veronica grabbed ahold of JD’s shoulder; she tried to push him away, yet he didn’t let go of her. "There she is; look who’s done playing zombie,” JD purred.
Veronica didn’t respond; she buried her head in his neck, and JD laughed. “Don’t hide from me, not when the fun is just getting started. You set yourself up like this for me all bloodied and pretending to be dead. "You shouldn’t have, Ronnie."
JD hooked a finger in her underwear; he yanked the fabric down in one motion. “Tell me, is this part of the standard procedure for autopsies?" Veronica asked; she bit her lip when his thumb circled her clit this time without any fabric in the way.
"No, but this time it is,” JD says as he drags his fingers downward through her wet folds. He holds up his wet digits, grinning like he’d won the lottery. “Already so wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Tell me, did you touch yourself before I got here? Or did you just get like this all because you thought about me finding you?”
Veronica flushed a beautiful shade of red. JD ran his hands through her slick again before he suddenly thrust a finger inside of her. Veronica let out a surprised cry. JD chuckled; he curled his finger, and he had her squirming. JD thrust it in and out a few times; when she adjusted, he added a second. JD thrust his fingers into her mercilessly; he was getting her ready for what was to come.
Veronica ground against his hand. JD leaned down and kissed her. His kiss was rough; he bit her bottom lip, and she let him in with a weak moan. JD shoved his tongue in her mouth; she tasted like the cherry lip balm that she always wore, while he tasted like tobacco. JD pulled back only when the physical need to breath outweighed the need to kiss her.
Veronica was close; he could tell by the noises she was making. JD suddenly yanked his fingers out of her; she let out a confused noise. “You don’t get to come that fast, darling.” JD purred and wiped his fingers on her bedsheet, ignoring how she glared at him. JD crawled between her legs; he pressed the bulge in his jeans against her core. He ground against her, and she tugged him closer desperately.
“Can’t wait to have me inside of you, can you?” JD asked, amused. When she nodded enthusiastically, he went for the buttons on her dress shirt. It was utterly ruined, covered in the fake blood. JD tore it off; the buttons popped off; they went shooting somewhere in the room, yet neither of them cared. It was beyond repair anyway after what she did to it. JD threw her bra somewhere he’d already unhooked it so it was easy to discard.
JD popped the button on his jeans; he pulled them down along with his underwear, and then he discarded his T-shirt. It was late at night, so he had forgone his usual flannel and trench coat. She'd called him, asking him to come over; she hadn’t specified the details of his visit, only that he had to be quiet so as not to alert her parents and to use the latter outside her window.
JD crawled back between her legs; he pressed his arousal against her core. “Ready?” JD asked when she nodded; he began to press in. Veronica gripped her blankets hard; she forced herself to relax as he entered her. She was loose after his fingers, and they had just had sex the other day, yet still it took her a minute to accommodate the stretch.
After she relaxed, JD began a slow rhythm; he grabbed her hips, using the leverage to push himself in and out of her. JD began to pick up his speed. Soon the bed frame creaked beneath them, yet neither of them paid it any mind. Her parents should be asleep. “If you want to be dead, then I’ll show you how close you can actually get to death.” JD said darkly before she could ask what he meant by that; one of his hands grabbed her neck.
Veronica choked as JD’s fingers closed around her windpipe; he pressed down hard enough that breathing became difficult. Veronica tried to say his name, yet all that came out was a raspy wheeze. “I don’t think you realize how far I can push you.” JD purred, his grip tightened, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe at all. Veronica's throat was on fire; she felt tears streaming down her eyes. She grabbed at his hand, clawing it in a desperate attempt to get him to let go, yet he held on with an iron grip.
Veronica knew she wasn’t in any real danger; he’d let go if he was seriously at risk of hurting her. JD watched her struggle; he laughed at her pathetic attempts to dislodge him. Finally, after a long moment, he tore his hand away. Veronica sucked in a large breath of air, her lungs trying to overcompensate for her inability to breathe. JD watched her with a wicked fascination in his eyes; his gaze was like a predator watching its prey struggle before they went in for the kill.
JD gave her no time to relax; he thrust into her mercilessly to the point where it almost hurt. Veronica hung on to him, trying to keep up, yet she was quickly being pushed over the edge from overstimulation. She cried out his name; he only growled in response and redoubled his efforts.
“J-JD, I can't—"
“You can take it!” JD snarled; he thrust into her one more time, and suddenly the world went white as she came. Veronica shook as she came down from her peak; she let out a yell as she was pushed over the edge. A few more thrusts and JD was emptying himself in her; she didn’t even stir, too worn out, as he shot his release in her; it was warm and sticky inside her.
JD laid over her, panting; he grinned down at her shit-eatingly. “Next time you play dead, make sure your acting is good," JD teased.
“Shut it.” Veronica grumbled as she cuddled up to his side. JD wrapped an arm around her waist; he laid his head on her chest and closed his eyes. She ran a hand through his hair, and it wasn’t long before they both fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.