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pairing: wednesday addams x fab!reader (wednesday is aged up!! she is not a minor!!)
summary: wednesday hates christmas traditions. unfortunatley for her, you're too tempting for her to resist.
cw: NSFW 18+ oral (r! receiving) munch!wednesday bc i love her, fingering, wednesday is a grinch 100%, mistletoe underwear, reader is friends with enid but outcast type is not described!
a/n: okay this is my first ever fic and i also have never written smut so if this is bad TELL ME!!! i need to practice omg. anyways i wrote this is 15 mins so its rushed and not proofread..ok short fic for christmas!! happy holidays!!!
Christmas. A meaningless holiday in Wednesday’s book. People caroling, terrible songs—a total nightmare, and not the good kind. Not to mention the traditions. It was irrational to leave milk out to go bad and cookies to go stale. It made no sense for an elf to watch children if Santa apparently could see them when they were sleeping and know if they were awake. And worst of all, the mistletoe. She hated the mistletoe terribly.
Wednesday pushed open the door of her dorm room, entering the not-so-silent space filled with Enid’s group of annoyingly colorful friends. Among that group was none other than her girlfriend, someone who was Wednesday’s total opposite. Wednesday rolled her eyes, though there was no real bite behind it as she set down her things and hung her coat up. She turned around, coming face to face with the only person she could somewhat tolerate.
Wednesday stared for a moment before speaking. “You look happy. Is it from that terrible pop music?” As if on cue, a new Christmas song started from Enid’s computer, causing the loud group to start gushing about how they loved it and singing along.
You rolled your eyes at her, grabbing her shoulders. “No! Guess.”
Wednesday shrugged your arms off, moving to her desk and sitting down in front of her typewriter. “I won’t play your game. Just tell me.”
You groaned, sitting on her desk and looking from your nails—which had just been painted—back to your girlfriend’s dark eyes. “Fine, Grinch. I have a surprise for you, and I want to show you.”
Wednesday looked up at you, as if waiting for you to pull something from your pocket. “I love surprises,” she said sarcastically, watching as you hopped off her desk and gestured for her to follow you out. With a glare, Wednesday stood and followed you out of the dorm and into the hallway, quiet except for faint chatter. “Where are we going?” Wednesday muttered, her voice as flat as usual. You glanced over your shoulder at her, flashing a smile. “My dorm. Roommates are out for a while.”
Wednesday sighed but followed along begrudgingly. It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach your dorm. As soon as the door shut, your sweet smile turned sinister. Wednesday stared at you expectantly.
“What is the surprise that was so important you’re intruding on my writing time?” You shrugged, plopping down on your bed with a soft thump, the blanket brushing against your legs. You patted the spot next to you. “Come here and I’ll show you.” Wednesday sat down, her hands folded in her lap as she stared at you with her usual blank expression.
Her hands settled onto your hips as you crawled on top of her, taking her slightly off guard. “This doesn’t seem like a good surprise-” you cut her off with a kiss, starting off strong as your hands wrapped around the back of her neck, one had moving to tug on one of her braids. Despite her protest, Wednesday didn’t seem to mind at all as she kissed you back just as hungrily, nipping at your lip when you whimpered, taking the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. She tasted like mint and something else you couldn’t quite name but seemed familiar.
You pushed her down onto her back without detaching your mouth from hers, gently moving yourself up and down on her thigh, stilling as her hands pushed your hips down to get you to stop grinding. You pulled your mouth off of hers, hovering about a foot from her face now. Your lips quirked up at the sight of her face, hazy from the feeling of you. She looked hungry, like she could eat you whole right then and there.
“Wanna see the surprise?” You tease, climbing off of her and shimmying off your uniform skirt. Wednesday sat up, her expression sobering up when she saw the so-called surprise you had for her. It was a pair of black lace underwear, a green piece of mistletoe held together by a red bow designed in the middle. It was a temptation she so badly needed to deny—Christmas traditions were stupid.
But when a gift like that sat in front of her, wrapped so nicely, she couldn’t say no to kissing under the mistletoe.
She watched intently as you settled against your pillows, practically teasing her with the way you stared at her. “How ironic,” Wednesday said. “Taking my least favorite part of this cursed holiday and taunting me with it.” You shrugged coyly. “I just thought you might like them. No harm was intended, Wednesday. I just thought they were cute.” She rolled her eyes, her black-polished nails stark against her pale skin.
She pushed your legs apart, not breaking eye contact with you yet. “Fine. but dont regret it.” with that, she leaned down, pressing her fingers against your slit through the teasing lace. She watched your face as you tried to keep your composure. “You’re soaked. Its almost like you wanted this to happen.”
she hooked her fingers around them, pulling them down agonizingly slow. She licked and bit her way up your thigh, planting a kiss right above where you needed her most. Her lips quirked up the tiniest bit as your annoyed whine. “Wednesday! Quit teasing!” she looked up at you as she licked a long stripe of your slit, her mouth stopping at your clit and sucking a moment before pulling off, leaving you wanting more. But that didn't last long before she dove back in, her mouth fogging up your mind like it had done many times before.
She licked and sucked in all the right places as she brought two of her fingers up, teasing your entrance before pushing them into you and curling them in a way that made your back arch up. Her free hand pushed your hips down, stopping you from grinding against her face and making you take what she gave you.
Her fingers worked deliciously inside you, reaching spots yours couldn't as her mouth worked on your clit. She stared up at you as your head fell back against your pillows, desperate moans leaving your lips. “Mm- ah, wednesday im so close- please, please-” she watched your face screw up, a sign you were close.
Usually she would make you beg, enjoying the sight of your face full of need, but with you tasting as good as you did now, she couldn’t bring herself to. She continued her work against you, small moans coming in time with the steady rhythm of her fingers pumping in and out of you. “Wednesday-” your own words were cut off with a breathy whimper as you came undone, her fingers and mouth working you through your delicious orgasm, slowing down as you came back to her. You looked down to see her sucking off her fingers, wiping them off on her own skirt.
Afterward, she returned with a wet washcloth and a pair of your pajamas—your favorites. She cleaned you up unusually gently and helped you change. You sat up as she brushed your hair.
“So,” you teased, “did you like the surprise?”
Wednesday set the brush down and looked at you, unimpressed. “I hate this holiday,” she said flatly.
You smiled anyway, knowing that even if it was true, her grinchy attitude softened just a little when she was with you. Maybe you could even say her heart grew three sizes.
beautiful christmas borders done by @chateaubarnes!!! thank uuu
