i canât believe âsorry, babyâ is almost a year old 𤯠like where does the time go
god I am so inactive please kill me
happy late birthday to sbx!! honestly I cannot believe I am the same person that wrote that, that person could string a sentence together (Iâm sure if I read it over again, god forbid, Iâd notice mistakes, butâŚ)
I am so embarrassed it took me so long to get back to this butâhappy new year!! life has been so hectic lately, and I really donât know where my writing ability has gone. I can barely write a post-it now⌠how are you anon?
yes, i am so sorry T_T i will likely make a more formal post about this later on, but life has been weird and i haven't been very inspired/inclined to write lately.
i'm taking an official break from writing here (wow, who could've thought after i just disappeared for 5 months?) life's been... "lifeing", you know? i'm not quitting writing forever, i've been writing in portuguese to be honest, but hopefully i'll come back to y'all next year after wednesday season 2 drops. i know i could've said something earlier but i didn't want to show up here with empty hands, and i won't! i've been righting this wednesday x reader thing since march and only now i was able to finish it (thanks to my beautiful girlfriend who gave me the inspiration for the nsfw part of it). this is my christmas gift to y'all. that little thing with almost 9k words called "cold to the touch" will be posted on friday 20th btw :)
merry christmas, guys âď¸ thanks for all the support i've received over the past year, it means a lot!
summary: youâre friends-with-benefits with wednesday (maybe a bit more on your part,) and you canât help but push her buttons a little.
wc: 5.2k
tags: explicit, MINORS DNI. nevermore âuniversity,â all characters are 18+. kinda ooc wednesday, top!reader and bottom!wednesday, light D/s dynamics, praise, boots, strap-on referred to as both âcockâ and âstrap,â crying, biting, denial, light choking, begging, reader shushing during sex, all that good stuff.
a/n: iâm very rusty. please forgive me haha. title from killing eve. this iiissss inspired by/for someone, you know who you are ;) say hi if you find me!
read part two here!!
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The last class of the day was always the worst.
Even as the afternoon sun streamed in through the windows, casting the quiet classroom in a white gold glow, you could barely focus enough to remember what subject you were in. The instructor droned on about something or otherâyou were never the best at paying attention, relying on your subconscious and review session to get good grades. How could you listen when the lesson was just so boring, and you could steal the review from a certain Addams later on, anyway? You blinked slowly, trying to yawn discreetly. Calm was the atmosphere, as everyone was nearly falling asleep as the hour stretched on.Â
A note fluttered through the air to land gracefully in your lap.Â
Meet me after class.
Wednesdayâs neat script, immediately recognized, made you grin, and you looked up. You spotted her, sitting next to Enid. Almost as if she could sense you looking, she spared a precious second from her notetaking to cut you a glare that could fell an army. You only laughed, covering your mouth to hopelessly hide your snicker.
The note had given you a bout of deja vuâit all started with a note, really. By virtue of you being Enidâs friend, you started in Wednesdayâs peripheral circle, but you were always unafraid to confront her and eagerly prodded her to bicker with you. Enid would roll her eyes once the two of you would start again, but the way Wednesdayâs neutral expression seemed to relax just a bit, made you think she didnât mind as much.Â
The first time you gave her a friendly shove during a mock argument nearly had you apologizing, as sheâd frozen as soon as your hand touched her shoulder. You didnât want to actually cross her boundaries, but when she shoved you back, nearly pushing you into a bush, the ice was broken. Your friends now often had to give the two of you the wide berth as the arguments would escalate into shoving and chasing, and one time, almost a full out siege where you were to defend Jericho and Wednesday was to defend Nevermore.Â
All of the back and forth you two had was nearly as intense as you and Wednesday each wereâshe liked that about you. At least, thatâs what you told yourself. She liked it enough to drop a note in your lap during class, some three months ago, asking you to meet her in an empty class âfor warfare.â You had come with a knife hidden in your sleeve, but it ended up clattering to the floor as Wednesday pulled you in by your tie and bluntly asked you if she could kiss you. Before she could change her mind, you had kissed her hard enough for her own hidden knife to fall to the floor next to yours.
Wednesday Addams didnât have friends. You, certainly, were not her friend, not in the way you touched her and not in the way she let you. Enid called you friends all the time, but she didnât know about how Wednesday would pull you into a broom closet and push you down to your knees. You were sure that Wednesday would rather die than have a proper conversation about the⌠hooking up? late night meet ups? booty calls?? that the two of you were having. But you thought of her as your friend, and decidedly not anything more. You gave a lazy smile as you spotted Wednesday looking at you again. You knew why she had slipped you the noteâthe last time youâd been at her dorm room, rushing to give her an orgasm before Enid returned, you had stolen her favorite pair of Louboutin boots. You figured that the gods had given the two of you the same shoe size for a reason. No harm, no foul, right? Kicking your feet, you scuffed her shoes against the ground, knowing she could see them, knowing she could recognize them.
The sudden shuffling of books and scraping of chairs broke you out of your reverie. Class was dismissed, and you put away your supplies neatly, watching Wednesday leave first. She didnât even look at you when she brushed past, but you knew sheâd be waiting in the hallway outside. Sure enough, as you hitched your bag higher up on your shoulder, slipping your tie off, you spotted a head of raven dark hair amongst your classmates.
Wednesday looked at you evenly, ignoring all of the students filing out of the room. âYou have what is mine.â
âWell, hello to you too,â you smiled brightly. Hearing her monotone voice always made your heart beat in technicolor, something chronic that you probably had to go to the infirmary for.Â
She only stared, eyebrows raising a centimeter. Turning to start towards the dorms, she waited for you to catch up to her before saying, âdo not play dumber than you already are.â
You shrugged, wide eyed and used to her empty insults. âWhat do you mean? Iâm innocent.â
âNo one would ever accuse you of being innocent,â she shot back. âYou are a thief, at best.â
âA thief?â You asked, in mock surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
She pointed down between the two of you, at the red-soled boots on your feet. âGive them back.â
You cackled, unable to keep up your façade any longer. âNo.â You made a heart with your hands, winking at Wednesday through it.Â
Her hand collided, hard, with your wrist. Her grip was nearly painful, but you just smirked down at her. âI will only ask you once.â Her voice, still flat as usual, had a dangerous edge to it.Â
âMake me.â You rolled your eyes. You couldnât help yourself. You were selfish, always forcing Wednesdayâs attention to you. Even though you knew you probably annoyed her to no end, you didnât know how to stop. Of course, if she ever told you to stopâseriously, not by way of her customary glareâyou would.Â
You only just had time to finish your thought before Wednesday nearly tore your arm out of its socket, dragging you across the grounds towards your dorm room. How such a small girl was so fast, you had no idea. Before you knew it, you were in front of your room, with Wednesday reaching into your pants pocket to take out your keys and push you inside.Â
As soon as the door shut, you could visibly see Wednesday relax, which was saying something. You drew her smaller frame closer, wrapping your arms around her waist. She turned her head to tuck it into your neck, letting out the smallest sigh. Feeling her hand come up to grab the hem of your shirt, you leaned back a little.
âWednesday.â At your beckon, she unfolded herself from your neck to look up, eyes as dark as wood immediately on your lips.
âThis is not forgiveness,â she told you.
You reached for her bag, dropping it and yours to the ground. âMmm,â you hummed as you tilted your head down to kiss her, slowly, enjoying the burn in your stomach as she kissed you back. âMaybe youâll forgive me later, after Iâm done with you.â She pulled away, giving you an unimpressed look.Â
âArrogance does not become you.â
You just laughed, taking off your jacket, leaving you in your shirt, slacks, and last but not least, Wednesdayâs very important boots. Leaning into her space, you nosed along her neck, nipping playfully with sharp teeth. You felt her arms drop back to her sides. âWeâll see about that, Weds.â
This time, she pushed into you first, all soft lips and razor teeth on yours. You sunk down, somewhere in the lowest deep as you kissed her, but your bliss was short lived, broken by your hiss of pain as she bit down on your tongue. Her hands were cold on the back of your neck, trapping you close, and you had no complaints. âBoots. Now.â
âIf you want them back so bad,â you muttered, ducking your head to leave a dark bruise on her collarbone, âtake them yourself.â
Wednesday put both hands on your shoulders, a glint in her eye the only warning you get. She pushed you, hard, so the backs of your knees hit the bed and you landed on your ass.
âOooh, whatâre you gonna do, Weds,â you goaded, even as she grabbed you by your shirt collar.
âIâll take your ankles off with those shoes,â she snapped lowly, but she let you kiss down her neck again, that pale column of skin too hard for you to resist. You took your time, leaving murky violet constellations, and with each mark that you sucked into her jawline, you heard her breathing grow shakier.
âAlright,â you said amusedly. âTake them off, then.â You bit down on that spot on her neck while pushing her shoulders down, and she gave surprisingly easily, landing with a thud on her knees.
âDo not go too far,â she hissed, trying to push you off, but you kept her there, her narrow shoulders bracketed by your legs. Her gesture was empty; you were confident that she would simply throw you off if she wanted. The many times youâd ended up tossed across the room showed as testament.Â
âSure,â you agreed easily. Leaning in, you whispered, âcan I take this off?â You thumbed the lapel of her jacket.
She nodded her assent, even though you could tell she was plotting a way to get you back. You went slow, leaning over her as you slid her jacket off, kissing the crown of her head.Â
âVery good,â you whispered into her hair, loosening her tie. Wednesday attempted to suppress her shiver at your words, but you felt it anyway. It gave you the courage to go to her shirt, sliding the buttons open hesitantly. She straightened her back, showing you her simple but elegant black bra, which was probably from some niche French designer and worth more than the boots you stole.
But the look on her face as you slid your hands slowly into that expensive bra was priceless: her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing the slightest bit as her lips parted. You squeezed gently, letting out a small moan of your own. She was so soft, andâ
âYouâre so perfect, Wednesday,â you growled unevenly in her ear, your composure slipping just a fraction. You sealed your lips with hers and thumbed her nipples, licking up against her teeth as soon as she let you. Breaking apart from her for one unbearable second, you stuck your fingers in her mouth, coating them in saliva. The affronted look on her face disappeared quickly as you pinched her nipples again with sticky fingers, the whine she let out going straight through you like whiskey.
She shuffled closer, seemingly content on her knees despite her earlier protest. Her grip was tight on your thighs, bordering on blissfully painful. Wednesday was nearly pulling you off the bed with how hard she was yanking you in to kiss her, teeth clacking with yours. She sat back on her heels and grabbed your ankle.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â You rolled her nipple between your fingers. âFinally getting yourââ
You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale as she spread her legs, stocking covered knees sliding. She lifted your leg and planted your foot between her thighs, the heavy boot slamming into the ground. You raised an eyebrow, head swimming with the direction she was going.Â
Wednesday was a pretty picture in front of you, shirt open, chest flushed, skirt bunched up around her hips. Uncharacteristically demure, she leaned her cheek against your knee, palm sliding up your clothed calf.
âWhat?â She asked, her turn for faux innocence. âYou said to do it yourself, did you not?â Wednesday shimmied forward, her chest up on your shin.Â
You felt her start to press up on the laces, something hot and slow, and your mouth went dry. Her knees spread more as she adjusted, her hand grabbing yours to place it on her cheek. She grabbed your belt loops, the pressure on your boot heavy. Just the mere idea of Wednesdayâs pussy grinding against yourâherâboots was something you could never imagine, but her shiver as she got settled made you nearly combust.
âYouâre so needy, my girlâŚâ the words slurred their way out of your mouth, likely more loving and adoring than youâd intended them to be.
âLooks like youâre the one fucking yourself,â she huffed out, a rare twisted grin gracing her face. Wednesdayâs head tipped back again, a pleased little exhale falling from her lips as she pressed harder.
You cupped her jaw, pushing her shirt from her shoulder to bite, something possessive, with no inhibition, in you rising to the surface. âYou do that to me, darling.â
You shift your boot closer to her, meeting her grinding circles, making her gasp and cry out your name. You were content to watch her like this, chasing her own high on you like some sinful temptation. With just the sound she was making, and her lip, bitten red, you knew she was getting her slick everywhere. Her breaths came harder with each time she pressed herself into the laces, her gentle rocking becoming more and more erratic. You almost wanted to see if she could cum like this, but as her eyes got hazier and her movements more erratic, you couldnât help yourself.Â
âThat's enough, Wednesday.â She barely has your clipped tone as a warning before you pull her off your boot, rough as you hoisted her up, but keeping your grip gentle.
âCome here.â Surprisingly, she did as you asked, throwing her clothes off with the air of a girl who knew what she wanted. You watched her, every inch she uncovered sending prickles of heat up your collar. Her panties, thin and damp, landed in your hand, and you knew she saw your jaw clenching when the corner of her mouth quirked up in the smallest of smiles.
You tucked the thin fabric into your pocket and reached for her, her cool skin soothing the burn in your chest. You turned her around to tuck her into you, sitting on your lap. Manhandling her easily, you could feel her muscles, taut from fencing, under your palms. You hooked her knees over yours, and spread your legs. Unable to resist a smirk at her sharp inhale, you kissed up her neck, scraping your teeth against the shell of her ear.Â
âYou look like magic,â you murmured. âSo good for me, Wednesday, letting me spread you open like this,â you continued, tilting her head to lean it back on your shoulder.Â
âConsider yourself lucky,â she rasped out as you mapped your hands along her ribs, sliding them down her tense stomach to grip her thighs, thumbs rubbing circles.Â
With each circle, you pulled your hands higher, close enough to her pussy that your fingers were sticky from her inner thighs. âOh, I am.â
You cupped her pussy, already feeling her wetness coating your fingers. Forcing her legs wider, you rubbed up and down, purposefully avoiding her warmest spots as your other hand skimmed up to her chest. But you never were able to keep yourself from Wednesday for very long, testing your own patience as much as hers.
âFuck,â you whispered, and as you pushed a finger in, her hand shot up to grab the back of your neck with a quiet oh. You crooked your finger, her slick making it easy on you. Letting your palm graze her clit with every motion, you smiled as her hips lifted, searching for more friction.
You take your time, knowing that Wednesdayâs pussy was the softest thing youâd ever touched, and it was likely to remain that way. Pushing another finger in, you made sure to grind your palm against her clit every time you curled your fingers. Her soft noises were enough to have you on your knees, and you wouldâve, if she didn't sigh out your name, getting your attention. She squeezed your fingers, jaw tight enough to creak.
âWhat is it, Weds?â
âIâŚâ Wednesday cut herself off with a whine as your fingers twisted, the high sound shooting straight through your stomach. You beckoned with your fingers, hard, and she keened in your ear.
âI need you to fill me up.â
Her words snapped something already delicate inside of you. You took your fingers out, smearing her slick all on her hips as you flip her over. If you had it your way, you would be able to see her face, but you knew this was her favorite position. You saw her swallow in anticipation as you stepped briefly away from the bed, kicking off those catalytic boots and rummaging under your bed for you and Wednesdayâs box.
Everything in the box you kept meticulously clean, knowing Wednesdayâs routine of cleanliness. It would only be Wednesday Addams, a contradiction in her black heart, that loved to be as messy in your bed as she was clean in hers. You picked a black strap, one that you two used frequently. Pulling it on and adjusting it, you get on your knees behind her. For a moment, you watched her, captivated by the sight in front of you, grasping her hips. She arched her back, getting comfortable, as if you werenât already trying not to fold and just take her like a ship to water.
You pushed yourself up against Wednesday, hips flush to her ass, letting the silicone glide against her clit. To her credit, Wednesdayâs breath only came out the slightest bit shaky, even as you guided her thighs apart with a knee. You hummed as she pushed herself up onto her forearms to rock back, head turned to look at you. Wednesday had to grind down past your strap for her pussy to touch your thigh, and you laughed lowly as she flushed with the action. She froze.
âWhatâs wrong?â You rubbed a hand over her lower back, ready to pull away if she gave even the slightest signal.
âDo youâŚâ she swallows, eyes flicking from you to some distant spot in the corner of the room. âDo you not want me to do that?â
For a second, you couldnât believe your ears. There was a rush of indignation on Wednesdayâs behalf, that she could ever think you wouldnât love her desperation. Then, the wave of understanding broke over youâWednesday wanted your approval, over an action that was decidedly un-Wednesday-like, and the final flick of her nervous gaze towards you told you that this was important.Â
You grabbed her hips, hard enough to leave shadows that you hoped youâd see tomorrow. Anything physical, Wednesday would undoubtedly best you, but this was something you could hold your own on. You pushed her pussy down onto the strap, onto the rough fabric of your slacks.Â
âWhy would I ever not want you to show me how much you want it, mmm?â Your question was a growl wrought with satisfaction and a winnerâs unapologetic glee, and the effort you put into your tone was worth the way the tension vanished from Wednesdayâs eyes. She rolled her hips again, her Addams confidence returning, letting you guide her into a smooth rhythm.Â
âBesides,â you leaned forward, one hand letting go to come down a hair's breadth from Wednesday's nose. You folded yourself over her body, your tight grip still controlling her hips. âI know you canât cum like this.â
The whine came unbidden from Wednesdayâs throat, high and breathy and perfect. Nevertheless, her hips and keening gasps followed your even rhythm, and you saw her grip on the pillow go white-knuckled.
âIâm pleased with you, my dear. I do love to watch you suffer.â At your words, sunk roughly into her ears like cannonballs on kindling, Wednesday moaned, loud, into the space between the two of you. You ignored the burning torch that her sounds dropped into your lower stomach, choosing to murmur: âyou can take it, right?â
âI can take it,â Wednesday whispered back, almost mindlessly. âI can take you,â she continued. âI want it.â
You settle back on your heels, satisfied. The sudden quickening of your heartbeat was only to do with your physical exertion, and nothing with how you felt for the girl under you. I can take you, not I can take it, I want it, not I want you.
You pull your thigh from under her roughly, making her yelp. Reaching around her narrow hips, you trailed your fingers down from her belly button to her clit, rubbing small circles. âReady?â
Wednesday nodded, another whimper escaping at your touch.
âI need you to tell me yes, Weds.â
âYes,â she breathed.
You push in, slowly, giving her body plenty of time to adjust. She was still prepped from your fingers earlier, but you didnât miss the chance to gather her wetness and smear it against her clit. Wednesday was taking deep breaths beneath you, just like how you taught her the first time you two had used a strap. The rush of endearment you felt for her at that memory was distracting, you decided, and you pushed it away.
You slowed yourself down as your hips were once again up against her ass, hands moving to squeeze her shoulders. You saw her eyes shut tightly, the corners growing shiny. Wednesday always needed a moment once you put the strap in, something you were happy to give her.
She was still inhaling deeply, thighs trembling. âItâŚâ
âIt what?â
Wednesday opened her eyes; they were brimming with tears, dark lashes sticky. âIt hurtsâŚâ
Your body tensed, already about to pull away, but with a surprisingly strong twist, she forced herself back onto you. A whimper rose high from her throat, and you had to take a breath to keep yourself from flipping her around to kiss her right then.
âHurts good,â she whispered. You close your eyes, near involuntarily. Fuck, this perfect, perfect, girl would ruin you, just as much as you wanted to ruin her. You lean forward, pressing your chest into her back, forearm across her shoulder blades to ground her.Â
âHow does it hurt, love?â
âItâsâIâm full,â Wednesday gasped out, glossy eyes sliding shut as you shifted on your knees, cock shifting inside.Â
âIt fills you up, huh?â You breathed into Wednesdayâs ear.Â
She nodded.
âI asked you a question.â
âYes,â she said, almost immediately. Experimentally, she swiveled her own hips around, and it made her hiss and bite her lip. âYou fill me up.â
You exhaled through your nose, resisting the urge to just grab Wednesday and slam your cock impossibly deeper. âAnd?â
The knot in your chest loosened, the tension in your body broken like a wave. Surely, it wasnât healthy to hang onto Wednesdayâs every word the way that you did. You pulled out almost all the way, and snapped your hips forward, hard, burying yourself into her.
âGood girl.â
Wednesday let out a breath that bordered on a moan, and you smirked to yourself. Maybe she was right, and the arrogance was getting to your head, but you couldnât help it. You set on a steady pace, gently brushing one of her braids aside to grasp the back of her neck. You felt yourself slipping into it, drunk on the way she let you touch her, your world tunneling down to just Wednesdayâeverything was Wednesday.Â
Every time you pushed in, it was punctuated by her gasps, and you could feel her breathing start to grow uneven. It stirred up something innately protective in you, for Wednesday. Her shoulders were shaking, tension pulling her taut.Â
âWednesday, baby,â a pet name she would only tolerate in her hazy, lust filled state, âI need you to breathe for me, alright?â You slowed down, following your intuition on what she needed.
Still flush to her back, you listened to her stuttering inhales, deeper but not enough for her to catch her breath. âShhh,â you cooed low into her ear, covering her eyes, and taking her hand, still tight on the pillow. âBreathe, my love.â Inexplicably, Wednesday let go of the pillowcase and intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand and your heart tightly. She listened to you, for once, slowing down and softening her breaths. You could feel her tears on your palm, and you shushed her again, pressing kisses on her temple where her hair stuck to her forehead.
âAlright?â You slid your hand away, watching her eyes carefully.
She nodded. Skimming your fingers along her cheekbone, you let the warmth in your heart for the smaller girl seep into your words.
âJust say the word, Wednesday, and weâre done.â
âNo,â she murmured back. âIf you stop now, Iâll throw you out the balcony.â Though she was out of breath, a sticky, flushed mess under you, you had no doubt sheâd follow through on her threat. You smiled.
You pick up your rhythm again, this time covering her smaller body with yours again to suck hickies into the back of her neck. Your other hand brushed down between her thighs to rub her clit in circlesâshe was so wet that it was hard to keep up with your thrusts, but it was worth the choked cry that escaped from her throat as you hit that spot, her fingers tightening around yours.Â
Wednesday arched her back into you, burgundy lips bitten blood red right before your eyes. âKeep going,â she told you. You had no intention of stopping, watching a flush bloom on her neck as you kept up your ruthless pace.Â
But despite that, you wanted to take your time with her. Every time she would tense up, you would slow down, making it impossible for her to reach that peak you knew she wanted. You forced yourself to slow down on both her pussy and her clit, just as she was starting to shake, and in spite of herself, she cried out in frustration, a tear slipping free.Â
âSorry, baby.â Your tone edged on cruel, desperately needing to see how much she could handle. âI know you can handle it, just for me, okay?â Strap still fully inside, you bent to kiss the juncture of her neck, lips and teeth leaving a bruise. Her skin was hot to your touch, even though your shirt. You bit down again, matching all of your other marks that graced her skin.
Wednesday whined again, inhibition cracking faster by the second. âDonât stopâŚâ
âDonât stop what?â You asked, voice turned mocking. âUse your words.â You reached up to clasp the back of her neck, rubbing the tension out. âAnd be good.â
Her breath quickened, and she squeezed her eyes shut as another tear rolled through her mascara. âDonât stopâŚâ
âCâmon,â you cajoled, hand coming around her neck to squeeze her throat. âCâmon, my love.â
âPlease⌠donât stop fucking me.â The words tumbled out in a rush, and she mewled as you nuzzled your lips against her shoulder, your fingers starting up on her clit again.
A shiver shot up your spine, making you curl protectively around Wednesday, the hot burn of possessiveness, to mark her again, near unbearable.. âAnything you want, darling.â You slammed back into her, hard enough to push the both of you up the bed. One of her hands grasped at your forearm, pulling your grip from her neck. She wrapped your arm across her shoulders. Your breathing came hard, but you didnât stop, each whine in your ear making your head spin. You had no idea how much time was passing, or if it was even night or day; your entire world was hazy and fuzzed with raven black.
âIâmââ Wednesday cut herself off, biting down on your arm for a moment, leaving a smear of lipstick.
You let out a noise that was more of a growl than anything. âLet me hear you, baby.â
She gasped when you pressed a hand to her lower stomach, briefly feeling the bulge there from your cock, before going back to her clit. You didnât pause, each thrust pushing Wednesday closer to the edge. âUse your teeth,â she choked out, her cheeks flushing. âNow, please.â
You complied, eager. Scraping your canines down her ear, you stopped at a tender spot behind her pulse point, the skin already marred with purple and red. A sailorâs delight, you thought, a bit hysterically. You sank your teeth in, not holding back, knowing she wanted it. The effect was near immediate; her eyes slid shut, and her body tensed against yours, an unrestrained sob tumbling out from her lips. She reached for you, nails digging into your arm. Your hands shook, all of her tightening the coil in your stomach. Wednesdayâs orgasm crashed down, and it shattered something in you, deep and addictive.
Far down in you, below what you were willing to admit, Wednesdayâs unknowing grip on your heart tightened even more. You felt like youâd just jumped off your own edge, inevitable as the eternal separation of sun and moon.
âI came,â Wednesdayâs voice was a ragged whisper, a ghost of her earlier whimpers ringing in your ears.
âYou did, my love,â you shushed, gently sliding your cock out, catching Wednesday as she seemed to melt into the bedsheets with no support. You guided her into her back, relishing in the way she trustingly let you. Tucking the strap away to clean later, you massaged her thighs, thinking theyâd be sore later. She seemed to be in a daze, dark eyes fogged with the afterglow. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from her tears, and the rims of her eyes were a fuschia pink. Youâd never seen anything more beautiful.
If you didnât know any better, you wouldâve said that her gaze behind her slow blinks as she watched you was just as possessive as you were. You did know better, you swore, but it didnât stop you from nuzzling your face into her stomach, intoxicated on the smell of her arousal, delaying the clean-up for just a moment longer.Â
âHave you forgiven me yet?â You teased, unsure if she could even hear you. You smoothed her fringe off her forehead, already moving to sit up and get her a bottle of water. But before you could move, Wednesdayâs hand grabbed your wrist with lighting speed, a shadow of the earlier afternoon.
She cracked an eye open, and though her eyes were shot red, there was a challenging shine, blade in moonlight, there. âWho says youâre done?â
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reader: i fuck her good but i donât think she likes me back :(
wednesday: if you donât hold me right now i Will murder
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sheâs a year and a day old! thank you all for the support; I appreciate it so much more than my meager words could express. seriously, you donât even know.
I am constantly binge reading all your works. You have such an incredible way with words that's enough to cause a wild change in emotions over a short period of time.
Your writing is amazing in one word, thanks for blessing us with them.
this is so kind aww :') i overthink every single word i put into my fics so it's nice to see that it's paying off <3
Love all your works could we get a Jenna one Jenna and reader are married and Jenna cheats with smut added so from Jenna pov or 3rd person pov it's fine if you won't just thought I'll make a request
hii ty for the request, i don't write rpf right now!!