After dark
Pairing : Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair
Synopsis : its late at Nevermore, and Enid is already half-asleep when Wednesday’s restless hands begin to wander.
Warnings: explicit sexual content , fingering , sleepy sex , overstimulation
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Nevermore’s dorms were quiet, thick with the kind of midnight silence that only came when even the most restless students had finally surrendered to exhaustion. The faint glow of the moon pooled through the tall windows, casting silver shadows across the floorboards.
Wednesday lay rigid on her side of the bed, staring at the ceiling with her usual alertness. Sleep was a frivolity she rarely indulged in, and when she did, it was shallow, fractured, riddled with the buzzing noise of her mind. Tonight, as usual, she kept herself still, her senses sharp.
But she wasn’t the only one in the room.
Enid had fallen asleep curled into her, her head resting on Wednesday’s shoulder, her golden curls a halo spilling over the pillow and sticking to Wednesday’s black sleeve. The wolf’s lips parted as she breathed softly, each inhale warm against Wednesday’s neck. Her hand rested across Wednesday’s waist, limp and trusting.
Wednesday glanced down at her. Even in sleep, Enid clung to her like a vine curling toward the sun. A puzzle, she thought. An irritating, loud, gaudy puzzle. And yet one she had chosen. One she could not set aside.
Her hand shifted. Slowly, deliberately, she let her fingers trace up Enid’s bare arm, over the curve of her shoulder, and down to her waist. She lingered there, stroking soft, idle circles over the dip of her side.
Enid stirred, a soft sound catching in her throat. A whimper, not quite awake but not fully asleep anymore. Her lashes fluttered, and she blinked blearily up at Wednesday. “Mm… Wen?” Her voice was thick, hoarse from sleep.
“You’re awake,” Wednesday said, as though it were an accusation.
Enid wriggled closer, her thigh slipping over Wednesday’s hip, pressing them flush together. Her face burrowed deeper into the crook of Wednesday’s neck. “You’re touching me” she mumbled.
Wednesday’s lips brushed against her hair, her tone low and deliberate. “Correct. Would you prefer I stop?”
Enid flushed, her cheeks warming against Wednesday’s skin. “No,” she whispered, almost shy. “I like it. It just… feels different tonight.”
Wednesday tilted her head, studying her with those black, unblinking eyes. “Do I have permission to continue?”
The question hit Enid harder than it should have. Even half asleep, her heart fluttered at Wednesday’s clinical precision, her refusal to move forward without clarity. Enid swallowed, her lips trembling into a smile. “…Yeah. Please.”
Wednesday rolled them slowly, pressing Enid gently onto her back. Her braids spilled forward as she leaned over, her gaze sharp, almost predatory, even in this quiet. She kissed her once, then again, then again, soft, unhurried, pulling those sighs from Enid’s chest.
Enid’s fingers tangled in her braids, clinging. “You’re always so careful,” she whispered when Wednesday broke the kiss, her voice small and whiny.
“Because you’re fragile when you’re half-asleep,” Wednesday murmured, letting her hand slip beneath the hem of Enid’s oversized tshirt. Her palm rested flat on warm skin, right at the wolf’s stomach. She didn’t move further. “Yes?”
Enid nodded eagerly, her chest rising fast. “Yes.”
Wednesday’s hand slid higher, cupping her breast. She squeezed, deliberate but gentle, her thumb flicking across the nipple until it hardened beneath her touch. Enid gasped, arching into her hand, a soft cry slipping from her lips.
Wednesday bent her head, her lips brushing against Enid’s jaw. “You unravel easily. Pathetic. Perfect.”
Enid whined, curling into her. “Don’t tease me…”
Wednesday ignored her, continuing the slow torture of her thumb and fingers. Each squeeze, each brush was precise, calculated to draw gasps. She finally gave the peak a sharp pinch, earning a whimper, before soothing the sting with a soft palm.
“Good girl,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Always so responsive.”
Enid’s thighs pressed together under the blanket, rubbing helplessly. “Wen, please…”
Wednesday’s hand left her breast and trailed lower, tracing the lines of her ribs, the softness of her stomach, until she reached the waistband of Enid’s shorts. She paused, black eyes meeting Enid’s wide, glassy ones.
“Permission?”
Enid bit her lip, her cheeks scarlet. “Y-yes.”
Wednesday slid her hand inside, fingers slipping against slick heat. Her lips curled faintly, a satisfied smirk. “Already wet.”
Enid whimpered, her hands flying to cover her face. “Don’t say it like that…”
Wednesday caught her wrists, pinning them lightly to the mattress above her head. “I’ll say it however I wish. Do not hide from me.”
Her fingers traced lazily through the wetness, circling once over Enid’s clit. The wolf gasped, bucking instantly, thighs trembling.
“Pathetic,” Wednesday whispered, though her voice was thick with reverence. “Do you dream of me when you sleep, Sinclair?”
Enid moaned, shaking her head before nodding desperately. “…Always.”
Wednesday pressed two fingers inside her in one steady thrust, slow but sure. Enid cried out, her body jerking as she clenched around them. Wednesday paused, letting her adjust, her thumb circling her clit in lazy arcs.
“Breathe,” Wednesday ordered, watching closely. “You’ll suffocate if you hold it.”
Enid gasped raggedly, obeying, her hips rocking helplessly into the steady rhythm of Wednesday’s hand.
“That’s it,” Wednesday whispered, kissing along her throat, slow and claiming. “Good girl. Whine for me.”
Enid’s whimpers spilled out louder, needy and broken, her body trembling under Wednesday’s deliberate pace.
And Wednesday, calm, collected, obsessive, took her time, listening to every sound, mapping every twitch, savoring the way her wolf came undone beneath her.
Enid writhed under Wednesday’s touch, her thighs quaking as those pale fingers curled inside her with surgical precision. Her nails scraped uselessly at the sheets, her whimpers tumbling out in soft, helpless rhythm.
“Wen…” she gasped, her voice thin and broken. “Feels so good, I can’t-“
“You can,” Wednesday cut her off, her voice low and certain. “And you will. That is not a request.”
She pressed her thumb harder to Enid’s clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, dragging a strangled cry from her wolf. Enid arched, her hips jerking, only to be pinned firmly back by Wednesday’s free hand pressing against her stomach.
“Stay still.” The order was quiet, final.
Enid’s whine pitched higher. “I can’t, please, I need—”
Wednesday leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You need what?”
Enid shook her head, too flustered to answer, her cheeks burning hot.
Wednesday bit her ear sharply, not enough to break skin but enough to make her yelp. “Use your words.”
Enid whimpered, her breath hitching. “…Need you to let me come.”
Wednesday’s smirk curved. “You remembered your manners.”
Her fingers thrust deeper, curling in a rhythm that made Enid cry out with each press. The wet noises filled the small dorm, obscene and loud in the midnight silence. Enid’s face flamed, her head tossing against the pillow.
“Don’t—don’t listen to that, it’s embarrassing,” she whimpered.
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. She released Enid’s pinned wrists just long enough to cover her mouth with her palm. “Listen to it. Every sound belongs to me.”
Enid’s muffled moan spilled hot against Wednesday’s hand as her hips bucked again, this time without control. The wolf’s thighs clamped around Wednesday’s wrist, desperate, trembling.
“Pathetic pup,” Wednesday whispered, dark satisfaction in her tone. “So wet. So desperate. All for me”
Enid sobbed against her palm, the pleasure unbearable. Her nails clawed at the blanket, her body convulsing as Wednesday’s relentless precision pushed her higher.
“Breathe,” Wednesday reminded, pinching her clit suddenly, making Enid scream into her hand. “Don’t you dare hold it.”
Enid’s chest heaved raggedly as she gasped for air, each breath dissolving into broken whines.
“That’s better,” Wednesday murmured. “I want every sound. Whine for me, Sinclair. Louder.”
Her fingers thrust faster now, her thumb circling with ruthless precision. Enid’s entire body bowed off the mattress, her wolf instincts clawing at her control.
“I’m—oh god, I’m gonna—” Enid’s voice cracked, her eyes rolling back.
“Then do it,” Wednesday ordered, her smirk sharp. “Come for me.”
Enid shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her like a wave breaking violently on shore, her scream muffled against Wednesday’s palm. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her body convulsing around Wednesday’s fingers as slick gushed hot against her hand.
Wednesday didn’t stop. She slowed only slightly, dragging her fingers through the mess, circling her clit until Enid sobbed, overstimulated.
“Wen, wait—too much—please!” Enid’s voice was high, desperate, tears spilling from her eyes.
Wednesday leaned down, her lips ghosting over her cheek. “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
Her fingers curled again, pressing directly against that spot inside that made Enid scream. The wolf convulsed, already teetering toward another climax.
She thrust harder, her thumb grinding relentlessly, until Enid came again, louder this time, her sobbing whines echoing off the dorm walls.
Her body collapsed against the sheets, trembling, her voice wrecked. “Wen… please… I can’t…”
Wednesday withdrew her fingers at last, slick glistening over her pale skin. She lifted them to her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate precision, her black eyes never leaving Enid’s flushed, ruined face.
“Exquisite,” she murmured, almost reverent.
Enid whimpered, hiding behind her hands again. “You’re insane…”
Wednesday caught her wrists, prying them away to pin them back against the mattress. “And you’re mine.”
Enid gave a weak, broken laugh, tears still on her cheeks. “Y-yours…”
Wednesday kissed her temple, lingering there as she brushed damp curls away from her face. “Correct.”