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Wednesday sat on her bed, her freshly washed hair tidily styled in her signature double braids as she replayed the events of two days ago in her mind.
Things with Tyler were now getting pretty intense.
She was growing exponentially frustrated and desperate for more of him; their encounter in the woods had done nothing but strengthened the touch-starved part of herself, as Enid put it, and she was painfully aware of how right her roommate had been.
It had taken an immense amount of self-control to calm down during the ride back to Nevermore with the Sheriff.
His never-ending interruptions were annoying, but nothing could have prepared her for having what would have surely been a delicious orgasm yanked from her that fast, and she would rather act like Enid for the rest of her days than experience that feeling again. But she had to tone down her murderous instincts during the short time she was in his truck, and even if Donovan kept silent the entire way back to Nevermore, she couldn’t help but feel like he knew what had happened in the woods.
She will need to ask Tyler about it.
Speaking of Tyler, she hadn’t seen him since, and was now planning a way for them to finally have some well-deserved alone time. They had been interrupted four times already and she felt her petite body fill with anger at the mere thought of it happening a fifth.
This time, they won’t improvise. This time, they’ll have a plan.
They will stay in her dorm room, that much was clear. She would have to decide a day and tell Enid and Thing to find another sleeping arrangement, she did not care if that will spark questions— she was way past the point of worrying about Enid’s nosy personality, plus her friend had already figured out her state of mind.
She also had to inform Tyler, and she already had an excuse ready for Donovan’s interrogation of his son’s location for the night. Wednesday had also tested the possibility of him getting to her room using the window entrance, and therefore having to climb up the balcony; she had been successful, so she had no doubt he could do the same thing, maybe with guidance from Thing— she will reward him with the new cuticles oil he’s been wanting.
As she lay down for bed, her head began to wander once again. Much to her horror, she couldn’t wait to see Tyler.
Like the other times they were interrupted, their last meeting replayed itself in her mind constantly, and it was not helping her focus on anything. It was frustrating, and she knew the only thing she could do about it was to satisfy her desire.
She had wanted to try with masturbation after waking up feeling hot in the middle of the night, but Enid being just a few feet away from her kinda killed the atmosphere, and she gave up before even starting.
She forced herself to think about her plan, and as she went over the details of it, she was slowly pulled into slumber.
* * *
Wednesday was at the Weathervane first thing the next morning. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t as busy as she thought it would be; only three tables were occupied aside from her booth, and she let herself swim in her thoughts as she watched Tyler work.
His polo hugged his biceps tightly, highlighting their already mouth-watering shape, and she wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into them. She remembers the way they had flexed, wild, rapid, and pulsing with blood as he was pumping his fingers into her. She felt her core burn and she had to press her thighs together when he caught her staring.
She saw him muttering something to his coworker before walking to her, a smirk on his face and a quad in his hands.
“For you.” He said, placing the ceramic mug on the table and sliding into the space next to hers. She inhaled just as he did so, and his soft scent filled her nostrils as she felt his hand rest on her knee, making it even harder for her to focus.
She wordlessly tugged the cup closer, taking a small sip before finally looking up at him, trying hard to concentrate on his face and not on the feeling of his hand slowly moving upwards. He was smiling softly, but his eyes were wild, and she felt her panties dumping just by looking at them.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” Her tone was clinical, but it lacked the usual bite.
“I might be, yes.” He said, his voice lower than usual as his hand was now at mid-thigh.
“You will stay over at my dorm.” She took another sip of her quad as she felt his hand stop, his hold on her tightening.
It took a second for him to respond, and Wednesday had to force her eyes away from his face to avoid jumping on him right then and there.
“And how are we going to cover that up?” His already low tone was now raspy, too, and Wednesday felt her self-control slip away— her hand placed itself on the apex of his thigh and she felt him shiver.
“Tell your father you will be staying at Lucas’ for the night, come after curfew, and climb up to the balcony; Thing will guide you in that,” She focused her attention on the half-empty mug in front of her, trying to ignore the grip of Tyler’s hand still on the top of her thigh. “And you’re not allowed a phone. Or smartwatch,” she brought the small mug to her lips, emptying it in a single gulp, “Or any other communication method.”
She could feel him smirking down at her, and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away when his lips brushed lightly on her temple. “Sounds like a plan.”
She dug her fingers into his thigh, but the thick fabric of his jeans did not do her action justice. A pity, really.
She felt Tyler swallow, then place a quick kiss on her temple before pulling away and the loss of contact left her feeling cold.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He got up, looking over his shoulders at his impatient coworker, who was shooting not-so-subtle dagger eyes at them.
It wasn’t even busy yet, surely he could stay without Tyler for a minute longer.
“You know, every barista there dislikes the two of you,” Enid’s words from the other day filled her mind, an unbearable desire spreading in her once again. “They hate when you visit.”
Suddenly, she reached out for him, her hand grabbing his apron tightly as she dragged him back down on the seat beside her, Tyler letting out a yelp of surprise at the action.
She could see his coworker’s annoyed look in the corner of her eyes and felt pride rise in her bones.
“Wednesday..?” Her boy looked confused, and she needed some kind of excuse to throw at him now that she had him so close. Her wildly beating heart reminded her that she never confronted him about their status, and the need to know if this thing was serious for him took over her senses.
“You’re mine,” She said, her tone firm despite one eyebrow up in question, her fist pulling him closer by the upper part of his apron still. “Are you not?”
“I most definitely am.” His tone was a bit breathy but still confused, and she couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked with his eyebrows furrowed and his voice airy like that.
“And.. you’re mine?” His face turned hopeful, and Wednesday’s eyes flicked down to his lips. They looked so soft and inviting, seemed to call out her name in desperation, but as much as she wanted to give into her senses, kissing him in such a public place just to annoy a colleague of his she didn’t even know the name of seemed a bit much.
She opted to simply let her hand on his apron loose, dragging it slowly down his toned torso with a slight pressure.
After the other day, she couldn’t imagine being anyone’s property but his, but she enjoyed the desperation in his eyes at his question and dragged out the moment while thinking of her answer.
She got closer to his ear, restraining herself from biting into it, and savored the heat coming from his body as she felt him shiver again. “We’ll see about that.”
He was reaching out to grab her waist when she pushed her palm against him, shoving him away from her and slipping out of the booth.
* * *
When she got back in her room, she found Enid on her phone, giggling and smiling while typing, probably with Ajax.
Wednesday took off her shoes, placing them near her dresser before sitting on her bed, facing her roommate and clearing her throat.
“Enid.”
The blonde looked up at her, surprised by the seriousness in her eyes, and hurriedly typed something before shutting the phone down to her mattress, giving Wednesday her full attention.
“I don’t like that look,” she said, half-worried-half-joking, “What happened?”
Wednesday sighed, already regretting her next words but knowing she’ll have to do this for her own mental stability.
“I need to ask you a favor.”
Enid’s features broke out into a bright smile, and she almost jumped on the spot.
“I thought this day would never come!!” She then leaned towards her, her smile morphing into a smirk. “What is it?”
Wednesday had to take a calming breath before speaking, bracing herself for the reaction she’ll get. There was no going back from this.
“I need you to spend the night in Yoko’s room tomorrow,” she firmly said, glancing at the appendix on one of Enid’s pillows. “And bring Thing with you.”
His five-fingered friend shot up, suddenly feeling taken into consideration and Wednesday could practically see the smirk plastered on his non-existing face.
So you really are desperate.
He was almost laughing at her, but she had no time to retort nor to get closer to suffocate him as Enid’s overly-excited squeal filled the room. The blonde’s face turned from pale to pink in a matter of seconds and her smirk grew exponentially larger.
“Oh my god!! Wednesday!” She exclaimed, her voice getting higher with every word. “Is it going to be because of what I think?” She was beaming at her, wiggling her eyebrows and winking like the schoolgirl she was.
Wednesday blinked, her expression dead serious as she tried to keep the heat out of her cheeks. “Will you do it or not?”
“So it is then!!” Enid was up and in front of her in the blink of an eye, both of her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders as she shook her enthusiastically. “I’m so happy for you!”
Wednesday had to take another deep breath not to stab her preppy friend in the chest, and stood up just as Enid recollected herself.
“I’m sorry. Got excited.” She hurriedly blurred out, stepping back. “I will stay at Yoko’s. Just— promise me you’ll tell me at least something.”
At Wednesday’s eyebrow raise, the blonde sighed. “Fine, I’ll stop prying. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She then turned to Thing, who had barely moved throughout the whole conversation. “So, mani-pedi tomorrow? Or I guess for you mani only.. what do you say?”
Fine by me.
Wednesday could only be glad he had the decency not to add another teasing remark.
“It’s decided then!! I’ll let Yoko know!”
As soon as Enid turned her back on her, Wednesday shot her an appreciative look. Enid could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but she was always down to help her and she knew she’d have to repay her in some way, someday.
When she told her Yoko had agreed, Wednesday almost smiled.
* * *
Enid was packing up her pajamas when Wednesday sent Thing out, instructing him to wait for Tyler at the gates and lead him back to the room through the balcony.
He had been hard to convince, and even now he kept being dramatic about it.
You owe me. I want that cuticle oil and a new strengthening nail polish for this.
She sent him a stoic look, leaning down to face him better. “I’d advise you to stop that and go. We’ll negotiate tomorrow.”
He stood there watching her for a second longer before giving up and making his way to the gates.
Wednesday sighed before facing her roommate, who was now closing her bag. She was ready to go not long after, and Wednesday let her squeeze her shoulders before going out, a bright smile on her face and a pink hue on her cheeks.
“If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
She wasn’t a fan of all this excitement— Enid was treating her like she was about to go to the moon, and although she appreciated the support, her behavior was all overwhelming for nothing. Still, she didn’t comment on it, too eager to have her out of the room and have a few minutes to herself.
“Thank you, Enid.”
The blonde gave her one last wink before exiting the room, and Wednesday locked the door behind her.
She was alone.
She paced back and forth a few times, pondering on what to do. Should she wait for him on the balcony? Will Thing come all the way up with Tyler, will she need to send him away? What if things didn’t go as planned?
All the anticipation was killing her, and a part of her was even nervous. For what, she didn’t know. It was just Tyler after all, but the fact they had a plan kinda made her question how much of it was going to go smoothly. Plans usually never were, but even without it things had gone horribly so far.
She glanced at her bedside clock and then over at the window: it shouldn’t take him much longer. Or maybe your excuse didn’t work on the Sheriff and Tyler will never show up.
More nervousness was making its way up her brain again, and she forced it down.
The plan will work, and she’ll see him arrive in a matter of minutes.
Wednesday forced her thoughts not to spiral out of control, busying herself with re-arranging her vinyl records while putting one on to distract herself. She was on the letter M, humming to Symphony No. 5 when she heard a thump coming from the balcony, and a thrill of anticipation run up her spine.
She swiftly turned her head around, facing the window, and saw a shadow approaching, a tentative hand pushing it open.
As Tyler’s messy curls made their way through the window and into her room, she felt her shoulders relax and almost let out a sigh of relief.
Finally.
She automatically took a few steps closer, observing as he ducked to fit into the opening and closed the window back. Thankfully she saw no signs of Thing.
“Tyler.”
He turned around to face her with a smile, fixating his warm eyes on her and she felt her stomach flip at how much she had missed him.
She could imagine Thing gesticulating at her teasingly— please, you saw him yesterday —but she did not care. She had missed him, even if she had seen him the day before. So what? It’s not like she had to admit that out loud.
“Hey, Wen,” He got closer, too, and her skin was basically prickling in anticipation of his touch. His hand came up to cup her cheek and she leaned into it without a second thought, making his smile widen.
“I like your room, and the music. It’s very you.” He said, his voice so sickeningly sweet it made her want to drown herself in it.
“Thank you,” She managed to say, her voice airier than usual already as he started making small circles on her jawline. “Did your dad suspect anything?”
He chuckled. “Surprisingly, no. He just told me to let him know when I’ll be back. He’s been pretty busy at work.” He slowly dropped his hand down as he was talking, taking her hand instead. “I guess Lucas coming over last week was a lucky coincidence.”
“Oh,” Wednesday raised her eyebrows at that. She knew he and Lucas were getting along much better lately, but she wasn’t aware of how well it was actually going. She was happy Tyler had a good friend back, and even if she never liked Lucas all that much, she didn’t need to approve of his friends. “I suppose it was.”
He let a second pass before talking again, a bit of a smirk forming on his face.
“But he did have things to say about the other day.”
She raised her chin to look at him better, prompting him to continue.
“He didn’t straight out say it, but I’m pretty sure he had a good idea of what happened in the woods.” A pinkish hue had appeared on his upper cheeks. “Or at least kind of.. he definitely noticed my, uh— arousal.”
Wednesday felt her own lips pull up into a smirk and got closer to him, admiring his clothes— a pair of jeans and a flannel, like usual, but black. She had never seen him wear black before, and she was surprised at how good it looked on him.
He didn’t seem to notice her staring, still eyeing around the room, so she continued.
“Did you get in trouble for it?”
“Not really, but he gave me the talk again, made it pretty long too, and it’s an experience I never want to have again.”
“What does the talk consist of?”
He looked at her dead in the eyes for a second before answering.
“It’s like a, um. Well, basically, sex talk.” He stuttered, a small smile on his face, and Wednesday couldn’t help but find it appealing. “Use protection, be careful, and all of that. Pretty embarrassing. I guess it could be different for girls.. I don’t know.”
“I don’t, either. My parents never made this topic awkward, they are rather open about it.”
“Oh?” His teasing voice was back at full force. “You seemed pretty embarrassed the other day when Dad caught us in my room.”
She straightened her back, letting go of his hand and looking up at him sternly. “Being caught is different than talking about it.” She said, defensively.
“We weren’t doing anything much when he entered though.” He retorted, smirk in place.
“You had no shirt on, and he had found both of our hoodies downstairs on the floor. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out where it was headed.”
He looked at her in disbelief, a kind of wonder mixed with hunger in his eyes that made her toes curl in her boots, and she felt the atmosphere shift.
His eyes went back and forth from her eyes to her lips as his hands started to lightly caress her sides. She stepped closer to him yet again, going up on her tiptoes and leaning near his ear.
“Your father needs to stop bothering us.” She said, letting her desire to bite into his flesh win now that they were alone. She felt his strong grip on her waist, pulling her body against his and her hand went up to tug the hair at the back of his neck.
“Your phone isn’t here, correct?” She asked, biting his earlobe, and he immediately shook his head no.
“Neither is my smartwatch,” He let his hands roam lower, settling them on her hips and sinking his fingers into them as she started a trail of kisses down his neck. “Or any other communication method.” He finished, echoing her words from the day before.
“Good.” She said, and felt a shiver run up her spine when he moaned, leaning his head back.
His voice was breathy when he spoke again, so close to her she felt the vibration of his voice in her bones.
“Your wish is my command.”
And that, that was all it took for Wednesday’s self-control to snap. Her little body pushed Tyler to the wall like he weighed nothing, and she pressed herself against him and attacked his mouth with hers all in one, making him groan.
She had never felt as possessive as she felt right now, their tongues and teeth battling against each other in a fiery dance, one she had no desire to end.
Her hands were everywhere, in his hair, on and under his shirt, on his neck and shoulders and cheeks, and she didn’t even think twice before bringing them lower, over his waist and hips and lower, finally arriving to caress the bulge that had formed in his pants.
She felt and heard him groan again, his body becoming jelly under her touch and a wave of power and satisfaction surrounded her at his reaction.
She applied a bit more pressure on his erection, testing his responses to her touch and admiring with a gleam in her eyes how easy it was to make him lose control. An endless stream of “fuck” and “Wednesday” flowed from his already panting mouth, and she felt her underwear become damp at the feel of his muscles twitching and flexing beneath her fingertips. His hands, gripping her hips with force, were a constant reminder of her denied orgasm from last time, and her lips attacked his neck again in a futile attempt to steady herself.
But she needed more, wanted him to see her lose control too, wanted to drown in this feeling, in his scent, and get lost in his skin.
But he was so considerate all the time with her, and his hands were on her hips still, not daring to go lower and she was really getting tired of it.
Wednesday detached her lips from his skin, momentarily observing him. Eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and head bent back to let her gain better access.
He looked breathtaking, and she felt her mouth starting to salivate as another wave of arousal made its way through her entire body, settling her core on fire.
She tugged at his hair harder to capture his attention and he seemed to have just woken up from the most amazing dream he ever had, his cloudy eyes opening just enough to settle on her and he leaned forward, covering every part of her as he kissed her neck.
She melted against him, forgetting what she wanted to do and letting his mouth do its thing, gripping his shoulder as he sucked on her skin until she felt the blood vessels burst.
“Fuck,” His voice sounded as lost as she felt, and his hands were still only on her hips. And that simply won’t do.
She reached up, one hand latching around his neck and the other still slowly massaging the crotch of his jeans as she spoke, her voice airy and needy like she had never heard it.
“Touch me.”
Tyler’s moan was low and raw at her words, and he finally let his hands go lower, reaching under her skirt and over her underwear, feeling the damp material under his fingertips.
She sighed with satisfaction at the contact, felt like she could finally breathe after aching for him for days.
She rolled her hips against him, bringing her hands under her skirt to pull her panties on one side, taking his hand in hers and smearing her slick around with it, lewd noises filling their ears.
He cursed under his breath, pressing his digit back and forth until he found her clit, massaging it and twisting it as she cried out.
“More,”
Her hips were moving fast against him, desperately trying to hint at him to fill her up.
He moaned at her needy tone, but she had to take his hand again and physically put two of his fingers up in position before he took the hint and pushed them inside, finally giving her what she had been wanting.
Her head was tilted back, eyes closed as she let herself be overtaken by sensation, gripping his flannel and hair in fists and moaning low. She only hoped Beethoven’s Symphonies were loud enough to mask the sounds they were making, because they weren’t going to stop.
“Fuck, you look so hot,” he said, voice lost as he picked up the pace of his fingers, and Wednesday whined. “God, you have no fucking clue do you?”
She didn’t respond, only tugging on his curls harder, making him hiss.
She loved the sounds he was making, how easily he lost control, how stung out he sounded when aroused. She wanted to hear him more, wanted to drive him mad, make him beg.
She brought her hand back down to his erection, slowly circling her palm on it and smirked as he leaned his hips forward into her touch, a shuddered moan on his lips. She then proceeded to squeeze her whole palm around his still-clothed cock, his hips violently jolting into the pressure as he groaned loudly.
“Fuck, Wen, oh god—“
An immense amount of pride filled her brain at his pleasure, getting her drunk on power and she did it again, getting off on his reaction almost more than on his wild movements inside her dripping core.
She wanted to inhale him whole.
Her hand started to move faster and harder, craving more of his strangled voice, and his thrusts started to become inconsistent as his head bent back against the wall. She unconsciously rolled her hips against his hand, earning another groan from Tyler.
“Beg for it, baby.” His voice was low and raspy and he couldn’t stop the pet name from slipping out of him, but Wednesday ignored it, not missing a beat as she retorted.
“Oh, no.” Her movements were getting even faster over his now full erection as she dropped down to her knees, his fingers leaving her core with a wet sticky sound, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You beg for it.”
“Fuck.” His pupils were wide with want through his half-lidded eyes, his mouth gaping slightly like he couldn’t believe in his own eyes.
He just stood there, letting out a few pathetic yelps as he watched her undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.
His palm went to caress her jawline in a desperate attempt to make sure this was real, that she was really kneeling before him with his clothed dick in her hands and it wasn’t just a fantasy his own brain had created.
She maintained eye contact as she pushed his boxers down, his erect dick now free, and he felt his legs turn to putty as her pupils widened and her hand went up to finally touch him.
The first brush of her fingers sent a jolt of electricity down his entire body.
He exhaled slowly, feeling more of her touch on him and his eyes struggled to stay open.
Her fingers were lightly caressing him, curious, from the tip to the root, her eyes alternating from his own and his angry red length in front of her, and Tyler could do nothing but groan as he observed her from above.
He wanted to close his eyes, the image of Wednesday on her knees too much for his brain to handle, but at the same time seeing her so intrigued and into it made it impossible for him to do so. He couldn’t even control his mouth, yelps and moans freely coming out of his lips like a prayer at her every touch.
The press of her fingers was still light, exploring, and he was about to whine in desperation for it to be more when she suddenly applied pressure, encircling him in her tiny hand and squeezing downwards, hard.
He couldn’t contain the moan rising up his throat, his head hitting the wall behind him and his hands tightening his grip on her face. “Fucking hell, Wednesday.”
She loosened her grip on him and he felt like crying, was ready to beg her to keep going as he looked down, meeting her dark eyes and noting the engrossed, satisfied expression stamped all over her face.
She was studying him, he realized, writing down his reactions in her brain to know how to torture him next.
He found the fact strangely hot, but was painfully reminded of his own arousal when his cock pulsed in her unmoving hands, begging to be stimulated again.
“Baby,” The pet name once again slipped out without checking with the brain if it could, but she only smirked as her hands applied the faintest pressure on his base, making him yelp pathetically.
Through the fog of arousal in his brain, he wondered if she stayed silent because she liked it or if she was so lost in the moment she couldn’t even tell him off.
Her hand squeezing on his base brought him back to reality, his hips involuntarily jerking forward, and he wondered how much longer she was going to torture him with all the teasing.
“Please Wen, move—”
Tyler’s pleas turned into a deep groan as Wednesday finally applied the pressure he was craving, and he felt himself twitch at the realization all it took was for him to beg.
But he had no time to focus on that, because the next thing he knew she was spitting on his dick, using her saliva as lube to jerk him off better, and he felt positively about to go insane.
His warm hands were caressing every part of her skin he could reach, and he couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers flooding out of him.
“This— you.” He panted, hypnotized, “hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She wordlessly gazed up at him, her look full of what he could only describe as a challenge before adjusting her position on the floor and leaning her body closer to his, his pulsing member still in her grasp. Then, she brought her tongue out to lick her lips.
The sight was so erotic he felt like coming undone right there and then, but his only two still-working brain cells told him to hold on, connecting the dots for him, and he wasn’t sure if what he thought was happening was actually about to happen.
As far as he knew, this was the first time she did something like this; surely she couldn’t— she wouldn’t—
Her mouth closed around his tip, hot and wet and tight, and his brain short-circuited.
The Wednesday Addams was sucking his dick off.
On her own accord.
“Oh, fuck.”
He had to close his eyes now, way too aware of the visual effect her action would have on him, and his big hands went behind her neck, following her movements. The slight angle of her neck suggested she was looking up at him, and his dick twitched at the image.
Her lips were slowly going back and forth on his head before she swiftly took him further, and he could feel her mouth twitch up at his broken moan. After a few thrusts he felt the hotness of her tongue on him, sliding underneath his length, making his hips jerk forward into the wet heat of her mouth.
“Shit— sorry.” He said, slightly panicked, but she didn’t even pull away, just slightly went back and then forward again, taking more of him, swirling her tongue around, her hands planted on his root.
Lewd and filthy noises started to fill the room, noises she was making, her suction on his dick now more insistent and confident, and he felt his pre-cum starting to leak out, his head spinning at the image of Wednesday taking it.
Tyler’s eyelids fluttered open for a second, peeking down at her, seeing her big dark eyes staring right back at him, and he had to put all his strength into restraining another jerk of his hips. His hands caressed her neck and cheeks before settling on her shoulders, gripping them as she picked up the peace.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, and he didn’t think he was going to last much longer if she kept this up.
“Wen—” he said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes closed, his voice breathy.
Her head was bobbing back and forth at a faster tempo, and Tyler felt all the blood in his body flow down to his dick as her hands started to quickly massage what her mouth could not.
He let out a low groan, his orgasm seconds away now, and he was bringing his hands up to cup her neck to prevent her from stopping when suddenly the warmth was gone.
His eyes flew open in a panic.
His hard, wet cock was now exposed to the cold air of the room and he looked down, almost expecting Wednesday not to be there and to wake up from a dream, only to find her very much real dark eyes still on him as she pulled herself up.
“Wha— Wen—” He was stuttering, angry and desperate, and she was just standing there, looking up at him as she dried up her mouth with her sleeve.
She tried to appear indifferent, but Tyler could see a sparkle of mischief and need in her eyes, and she looked down at his pulsing dick with a smirk pulling up at the side of her mouth.
“Now we’re even.”
This girl was really going to be the death of him.
She had left him, once again, speechless, and he seriously thought she was going to kick him out of her room now, her evil plan completed. He wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
But she raised her hands to cup the base of his neck, angling him away from the wall and stepping closer until their stomachs were almost touching, his still painfully hard length brushing on her clothes. He thought he would probably be able to come if he jerked his hips enough, but before he could move a muscle Wednesday sunk her teeth on the junction between his neck and shoulder, kissing the pain away right after and making him hiss, his grip hard on her waist.
“Don’t even think about it,” She warned, tugging at his shirt and flannel, “and take these off.”
He followed her command and watched with glittering eyes as she did the same, unbuttoning her top and throwing it on the floor with her undershirt.
She was left only in her bra from her waist up, but she gave him no time to properly look at her as she turned around, looking back at him over her shoulders. “Zip it down for me?”
He looked down at her skirt, the zip tightly keeping it in place as he realized how easy it would be for her to do it herself, and he felt a shock of pleasure hit him at the knowledge that she wanted him to undress her.
His hands weakly reached forward, tugging the zip slowly as she did her best to observe the movement of his bare, muscular arms as he zipped her down.
The skirt pooled down onto the floor soon enough, and Wednesday turned around to face him, hooking a finger into one of the belt loops of his jeans, still pulled down to his knees, and yanked him against her, their lips ghosting over each other.
“These need to go too.”
Her low whisper only served in making him sigh in disbelief. He couldn’t believe how forward she was, how incredibly hotter she became when aroused— and she was pretty fucking hot on a normal day. It made him want to take her in his arms and never let her go, give her everything she wanted and let her use him to her desire.
A desperate whine threatened to escape him at her words, but before he could do what he was told he felt her hands on his bare chest, caressing him lightly before pushing him back with force, the unexpected gesture making him stumble backward. He didn’t fall and she stepped closer to him again, repeating the action; this time he was ready, but the back of his knees hit her bed and he fell back down to it, observing her satisfied smirk as he sank into the hard mattress.
Her eyes were shining with lust, her braids disheveled as she made her way to him. She looked ethereal, her pearly white skin glowing in contrast with her pitch-black underwear and bra, and he felt his stomach flip at how much power he knew she held over him.
“You’re beautiful.”
Wednesday ignored the compliment, cupping the base of his neck again, the bite she had left there already stinging. She kissed him hard, her tongue invading his mouth as she climbed on top of him, letting her weight rest down on his lap, her still-clothed, wet core in direct contact with his twitching cock.
The kiss was cut short by her satisfied exhale at the feeling, and Tyler felt like he could explode with want at the sound. She closed her eyes and ground her hips down hard, moaning, one arm going down to grip his thigh and the other circling his neck to keep his lips barely there, in the tease of a kiss.
He jerked his hips upwards, securing his hands on her waist keeping her still, and she whined, angling her head backward. The sound went straight to his cock.
“Fuck, Wednesday,”
She yelped, grinding her hips down as his hold loosened up, and he heard an incomprehensible mumble leave her lips.
He was lost on her, drunk on the feeling of her skin against his, and his voice did nothing but reflect his state. “What is it?”
She didn’t respond, just kept rolling her hips brutally hard against him and he had to grip her sides again to stall her or he was positive he would come in two seconds flat.
She shuttered her eyes closed, whining high in her throat, trying to move against him without success.
“Tyler,” she managed to spit out, desperate. “Please—“
“What do you need, baby?” He knew the question was a stupid one, but he couldn’t contain his moan as she kept trying to press her core down on him.
Instead of answering, she brought one of her hands down to grip his dick, still wet with her saliva and started to slowly thrust back and forth, feeling it wake in her hands again, and pushed her other hand on his chest to make him lay down.
The sight and the pressure she was applying was too much for him to handle and he closed his eyes again, panting heavily and trying to calm himself down.
“I’ll— fuck,” He gripped her moving hand in his, successfully stopping her. “I’ll come if you keep that up.”
She said nothing, removing her hand from his length and quickly scooting backward ‘till she reached the edge of the mattress before standing up, off the bed. Tyler leaned up on his elbows to watch her, already feeling cold without the weight of her body on his, but curious about what she was gonna do.
He watched with his pupils blown as she pulled down her black underwear in a singular move, his eyes bulging out of his head at the trail of wetness connecting the cotton to her flesh, and he groaned low.
She was back on top of him a second later, leaning down to kiss him again, hot and wet and hard, and he hummed in delight against her lips. Her dripping core was lightly pressed over his cock, and he felt the cold air of the room on it as her juices were wetting it up.
They kissed for a few moments longer, her hands in his air and his on her back and hips, and Wednesday had to hold herself back from grinding down on him again.
She felt desperate, needy and pathetically empty, and all she wanted to do was sink down on him, but she knew he needed a second to recollect himself or it would be over too soon— and that was the last thing she wanted.
His lips started to trail down her jawline and neck, passing over the hickey he had left earlier and she moaned openly at the pain, her core clenching around nothing.
She felt him hum against her skin and bent her head back, giving him more access and tugging harshly at his hair.
His kisses were driving her insane and her core kept clenching and throbbing with want, so close to what she knew she needed it was becoming impossible to resist. Driven to her limit, Wednesday dragged her palms down over his shoulders, his chest, his pelvis to finally arrive on his erection again, just palming it in her hands, and she felt his hard, uncontrolled thrust against her.
It was too much, too hot to watch, and she had never so achingly craved for something this much before.
Her mouth voiced her thoughts before she could stop it, her voice coming out strained and breathless.
“Tyler, please— hold back for me.”
He looked at her with hazy eyes, and she didn’t hesitate to align his hard length with her seeping entrance, quickly smearing her slit around it before starting to sink down.
His loud groan vibrated through her entire body, his grip on her so strong she knew she’ll have bruises tomorrow.
“Wen, wait— it’ll hurt.” He managed to say, his eyes shut closed. “Let me finger you first.”
But his angry-red head was already half buried in her, her wetness making the movement easier, smoother. She pushed through the initial ring of muscles, her face contorted in pain and pleasure as she felt his grip on her thigh break the first layer of skin.
“Don’t need it,” she eventually said, and sank all the way down on him, her mouth dropping open at the feeling of finally having his big cock splitting her open.
She opened her eyes to look at the boy under her, satisfied at the absolute bliss she saw on his face as he fluttered his eyelids open just enough to meet her gaze.
“Baby,” she had never heard him so stung out before, and she was hypnotized by how his muscles contorted all over his body as he looked up at her.
Her walls clenched tightly around him at the pet name, one she had yet to scold him for.
Her legs started to move, slowly going up and she felt the burn behind her clit as she sank back down.
“Don’t call me that.” She tried, without success, to keep her voice cold.
“But you like it,” he tentatively thrust up into her, smirking as he watched her expression tighten in pain and pleasure, her breath catching in her throat. “Don’t you?”
She said nothing back, overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled up right where she needed it and using her movements to distract him and avoiding answering.
She thought penetration would have been more painful, but it just felt like a perpetual burn on her core, a strange, pulling sensation on her opening that very quickly started to not be enough.
Her movements started to pick up the pace, Tyler’s hands on her hips guiding and supporting her tempo as best as he could while trying to hold on for her.
Wednesday was so focused on her movements that she forgot to control her mouth, yelps and moans flooding free through her lips as she looked down at him.
Observing Tyler from above was something she had never thought she would enjoy this much. A sense of ownership filled her to her bones, a need to take care of him, protect him and torture him all the same enveloped her, and she had the sudden urge to be closer to him.
She leaned down, her almost undone braids brushing his cheeks as she kissed his lips, slow and deep, her hands in his hair.
“You’re mine.” She repeated, her lips brushing his temple, and her breath was knocked out of her lungs when he started moving his hips forward into her, faster and harder than her own.
Her grip on his curls tightened and her eyes rolled back, and Tyler’s fingers moved up to tug the elastic off both of her braids, undoing them hurriedly and brushing his fingers through her hair. He enveloped her body in his arms, pressing her firmly against him as he moved his hips, his tone raspy. “I am.”
She moaned brokenly, a whine stuck in her throat at the realization that she had no way of moving in his strong grasp, no leverage to thrust her hips back to meet his and it was a type of torture she had no desire to be submitted to.
His movements were still at the same pace, not slowing nor fastening and she felt like sobbing in desperation. She pressed her face on his shoulder, trying to meet his thrusts to get him to move faster but it was no use, his grip was too strong.
“Tyler,” she breathed out, craving more, but his hips immediately stopped, loosening his grip on her and angling his head down to look at her worryingly.
“I— too much?”
She couldn’t contain the desperate whine at that, finally grounding her hips down now that his grip was no longer there. “More, Tyler, please.”
And at that, something snapped inside of him.
He gripped her waist, rolling them over so he was on top of her, earning her yelp of surprise. He pushed his body against hers, trapping her between him and the bed, and started to move his hips at a punishing peace, filling her to the hilt with every thrust and panting in her ear.
Her head was thrown back, her fingers gripping the sheets as moans and lewd noises of wet slapping skin filled the room, and Wednesday sighed in satisfaction.
This was what she had wanted, what she had been embarrassingly craving, and it felt a thousand times better than she thought it would.
Tyler started to attack her neck, licking and sucking on her soft skin and she moaned openly when he pressed his tongue on her fresh hickey, exposing more of her neck to him.
His hips were moving wildly, his pace fastening only to stop when he was buried all the way inside of her, grinding his hips against her.
“Fuck, baby,”
Wednesday heard an embarrassingly loud whine leave her lips at his stung-out tone, and felt Tyler push himself even deeper inside of her. “You’re taking me so well.”
Her walls clenched around him hard at the praise, and she could see Tyler’s satisfied smirk even with her eyes closed. “Such a good girl.”
She sobbed at that, bringing her hands over his butt cheeks and pressing, trying to get him deeper, lock him inside of her forever. Her hips were trying to grind up against his desperately, but then he renewed his thrusts, making Wednesday spread her legs wider, hoping to encourage him to go faster without having to use her voice— she was sure nothing coherent would flow out if she did.
Tyler did not pick up on her hint, and she thought maybe she really needed to be more direct with him. This had happened too much already; he was too engrossed in the moment that it was difficult for him to pick up on her silent requests. Perhaps she shall start to voice her needs.
“Tyler,” she started, panting, her tone a needy whisper just above his ear. “I need—“
A knock on the door.
Everything stilled.
Wednesday’s mind filled with murder.
What the fuck had Enid forgotten that was so important she had to come back for it in the middle of their long-awaited alone time?
She hoped she wouldn’t mind waiting, ‘cause she was about to wait all night long for it.
Tyler’s head snapped up at the sound, and Wednesday immediately cupped his mouth with her palm, already pissed at the sole thought of having to let go of him.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, still aroused and very much ready to finally have her orgasm, her voice barely audible even to him. He looked at her for a second longer before tentatively moving again, his thrusts now softer.
Wednesday suppressed a whine at the change of pace, and was about to beg him for more when she was interrupted again.
By another knock.
And another.
Tyler bent down to her ear, her hand slipping away from his mouth as he did so, his voice a whisper. “Maybe it’s important.”
Well, she didn’t care if it was. Her roommate knew what she had in plan, and they had agreed on no interruptions, for any reason of any kind. So there was no way in hell she was going to step out of Tyler’s arms just so she could—
“Miss Addams.”
Now it was Wednesday who stilled.
It was Principal Weems.
She inhaled sharply, her plan to ignore the interruption now out the window.
She knew it would probably be best if she answered; she had been in enough trouble already, and as agonizing as it sounded she had to push Tyler away from her, her hips unconsciously chasing his as his still-hard cock slipped out of her.
“Take your clothes and go to my closet to change.” She whispered, and another knock made its way to their ears.
“Miss Addams, are you there?”
She hurriedly scanned the floor, finding his black flannel and putting it on her, the size so large it reached her mid-thigh, and kicked everything else there under her bed. Her hair was already down, so she swiftly yanked her head forward and then backward again, fixing them with her hands and hoping she didn’t look as fucked out as she felt.
A million excuses started to fill up her head as she made her way to the door, not sure what exactly she had to use before knowing the reason for Weems’ visit this late after curfew.
She unlocked the door, finding the principal with her hands up, in the process of knocking again.
“Miss Addams,” Weems’ eyes trailed down on her, taking in her state, but not commenting on it. Her gaze was piercing through her skull from above, and Wednesday noticed she had a phone in her hands. “Took you long enough.”
Wednesday didn’t bother to answer, too eager to get this over with and go back to Tyler, and just eyed her with indifference.
Prompted by Wednesday’s silence, the older woman continued.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Tyler Galpin is, would you?”
Her mind went blank.
She hadn’t prepared for this.
Weems didn’t look surprised at her silence, quirking an eyebrow at her before explaining further. “I’m on the phone with the sheriff. There has been a murder no less than twenty minutes ago, and he can’t contact his son. He was supposed to be at a friend’s house but apparently that was a lie.” She eyed her with an accusing glare, “The sheriff believes you’re involved.”
Irritation rose up from her skin.
Why was it always Donovan?
The next time she saw him, she will have to put an end to his life with her bare hands. That should do the trick.
Her mind was spinning to find a reasonable answer, and she pondered on her choices.
She could deny everything, tell Weems she didn’t know where he was and hadn’t seen him all day and resume their activities, or she could tell the truth; she was sure Donovan was more than just suspicious of her, and he wouldn’t stop looking for Tyler now that he knew he wasn’t at Lucas’.
As if on cue, a faint voice came out of the device in Weems's hands and she brought it to her ears, nodding here and there before fixating her eyes on the room behind the teen.
“I’m gonna need to enter, Miss Addams.”
At that, Wednesday heard the door to her walk-in closet open and spoke up, knowing Tyler had just made the decision for her.
“No need,” she said, “Tyler is with me.”
The principal’s eyebrows shot up, and more frantic talking came out from the phone. Wednesday had the urge to take it and smash it into a million pieces.
“Is he,” Weems started, gazing at her from her head to her feet once again, “decent?”
Wednesday’s own gaze was hard on the woman, fierce with challenge and anger.
“Sadly.”
They continued to stare at each other sternly, an unspoken battle between them, when Tyler finally peeked out from behind Wednesday, making the older woman lose the stare-off.
“Galpin junior, here you are.” Her tone was almost mocking, and the stream of words coming from the phone was now getting alarming. Weems decided to bring the device to her ear again, briefly giving a yes of approval before handing it to Tyler.
He took it, hands almost shaking and the sight reminded Wednesday of another thing that was shaking— or better, throbbing, right now.
She was still staring at the principal as she heard Tyler sigh and make up excuses behind her, a sudden need to feel him again overtaking her as she took his free hand in hers, his grip tightening immediately around her small palm.
“Dad, we were just kissing— nothing happened! Now I can’t even spend some time with my girlfriend anymore?”
“You know the rules, miss Addams. No boys in dorms— mr. Galpin isn’t even a student here.” Her voice was dry, clinical. “I’ll see you first thing tomorrow in my office.” As she continued, Tyler sighed, giving her the phone back. “I’ll give you two no more than a minute, then I’ll drive mr. Galpin home.”
She gave them another pointed look before turning around, keeping a hand on the door so they couldn’t close it.
Wednesday faced him, lust and anger now clear as day in her eyes as she placed both her hands on his neck, bringing him down for a bruising kiss. His grip was immediate and strong on her small body, and she had to stop the urge to bite into his lip and push him back on her bed.
One of his hands went up to caress her hair and it felt warm and soft and so incredibly intimate— it was something she never let anyone do, but having Tyler see her undone hair stirred something inside of her and she hummed on his lips at the sensation, her heart pounding furiously in her chest.
Principal Weems was tapping her heels distractedly on the wooden pavement, as if urging them to hurry up, and Wednesday wanted nothing more than to stab her in the chest with them.
As they parted, a plan started to form in her mind, one that she was sure was not going to fail. Her lips pulled up in a smirk, her face still millimeters away from Tyler’s and her heart was aching at the thought of having to let go of him.
He had been so good to her, and they both deserved to finish, but clearly the universe had other plans— that however, did not mean she couldn’t have plans of her own.
She went up on her tiptoes, feeling his big hands scooting down her body over his flannel as she did so, and was painfully aware of the wetness coating her inner thighs as she kissed his jawline and whispered in his ear.
“My family is going to love you.”
Tyler immediately looked down at her, her face betraying nothing even in front of his startled expression, but he had no time to ask anything as Weems’ clear voice rang loud behind them.
“Alright, mr. Galpin,” She started, clapping her hands together, “Let’s leave miss Addams to rest. Looks like she needs it.”
Wednesday kept silent, shooting daggers at Weems as the woman waited for Tyler to step forward. His hand was still on Wednesday's side, and he looked at her one last time.
“Good night, Wen.”
He then stepped away, following the principal out of the room and leaving a cold, empty space in both her room and her body. Figuratively and literally.
Left alone, Wednesday made her way to her bed, pulling out her clothes from underneath it and observing the messy sheets. She checked her closet, too, for any pieces of clothing Tyler might have forgotten and nodded to herself when she found none.
Her eyes looked at her reflection in her full-length mirror, and she felt heat rise up her cheeks.
She looked disheveled, she was blushing, her hair was a mess, and Tyler’s flannel only enhanced all those things; she definitely looked like she had just been fucked.
Wednesday quickly stepped out of there, throwing herself on the bed with her belly down. The sheets smelled faintly of him, and she wanted to scream.
Pressing her thighs together, she could feel them glide smoothly against each other, and bit her lip hard, hiding her face in her pillow.
One thing was clear.
She was not going to sleep.