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Enid rolled atop her bedding, it was the fourteenth time tonight and it was driving Wednesday mad.
The dark roommate hadn’t been able to rest for her usual eight hours and while normally she would be much more empathetic to her only bestie, her patience had warn off long ago.
“Sinclair, if i hear one more spring I will to glue you to the ceiling.” Her tone was heavy with exhaustion.
She was too tired to socialize but also too aware for any form of slumber to reach her.
“Sorry, Willa.” Enid mumbled, rolling around once again earning a weak glare from the raven across the room. More words tumbling from her lips as she began a ramble.
“It’s just, I’ve been so pent up lately with everything happening. Bruno’s still gone on his pack leader initiation tour for another week and I’m not sure I can take it much longer.” She confessed.
The silence that followed made her believe Wednesday had long fallen asleep with how even her breathing was, until she spoke up.
“Are you telling me I’m losing precious hours from my much needed schedule because you haven’t taken care of it your self.” Her tone lacked bite but the accusatory tone still hit Enid with a wave of guilt.
“I have!” Enid expressed, “It’s complicated when you’re a wolf, I just…ugh, you wouldn’t understand.” She sighs defeated, her mattress squeaking with her shift to avoid the ravens judgmental stare.
Wednesday exhales slowly, already rising from her coffin fit posture to entertain whatever insomniac state it controlling her thoughts.
She stares at the side of the vibrant bed,
“I will help this once and you will allow me to rest without waking me early for any morning Jericho visits you impulsively decide on.”
Enid snaps to attention, bouncing in her bed as she takes the raven in, observing her for any sort of comical punch line to suddenly appear.
“What?” Enid whispers, still in shock at the offer.
“Goodnight, Enid.”
The pastel girl fumbles over her steps taking large strides into the dark half of the dorm,
“You’ll actually…”
Wednesday simply offer her a single blink, to which Enid swallows thickly at, her hand fidget with the waistband of her shorts. Her thoughts are racing from primal needs versus rationale but she doesn’t take long, much too wired from the need and the ravens inviting scent.
She drops them before slipping beneath the dark covers, the smell of the Addams inky undertones comforting her instantly, her hands hesitate to reach out. Wednesday seems to expect their clinginess with how she reacts, her palms pinning Enid’s own against the pillow as she towers over her.
Her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden dominance, not that the action was unexpected but she was certainly caught offer guard. Perhaps it’s her fault to allowing the rift to build up between them ever since that psycho red head proved to be a competent ally.
The mere thought of Agnes builds up into a soft growl, one Wednesday takes as a response to her lack of ministrations.
Enid gasp at the cold hand sliding beneath her tank top, the ravens palm cups her breast as if she’s a fragile piece of glass before brushing her thumb over her nipple, the act causing Enid to release another slow breath.
Wednesday fixes her a look, a silent warning that her own hands should stay in place, but her claws are something that can’t be controlled as easily.
The top is bunched higher, Wednesdays hands tease at her sides as she feels her up, enjoying the growing shallow breaths the wolf is taking before she returns to fondle their plush globes.
Enid whines at the rough pinch the seer graces her with, the pain blends with the pleasure as Wednesday releases one before pulling it into her mouth. Her tongue lavishing the bud with attention for a moment before sinking her teeth against it in another pinch, it’s the right amount of pain as her lips part into a moan.
In an instant it shifts to a whine as the raven pulls away, her hand now cupping the wolfs mouth as a cover.
“If you get too loud I will stop.” She threatens.
Enid almost takes that bet, curious if the Addams would actually follow through given the prominent poke of their erection pressing against their thigh, but she swallows back the challenging idea. Instead, her head offers a brief nod, that earns her release.
Wednesday offers a parting kiss to her other breast before beginning a trail south, her lips kiss down the other girls torso, few occasions tempt her to skin her teeth in for a moment and each act pulls a choked gasp from the wolf.
Her hand cups the Sinclair teasingly, her fingers brushing south to feel the collected slick dampening the fabric, it takes everything in her to bite back the praise of how well the blonde is behaving. How perfect and- No. Wednesday huffs to herself, forcing down the bubbling desire from returning. She had stomped this flame out long ago, what mattered was Enid climax not her unrequited feelings.
With that passing thought her hands roughly pull down the soaked article past Enid’s legs, the item ends up tossed behind her with little care.
But that doesn’t stop the shudder her body experiences at the unfiltered scent of the Sinclair’s arousal filling her senses.
The seer doesn’t realize she’s frozen until she hears the soft pleas coming from the other girls tantalizing pink lips.
“Willa, please…” Enid’s hand finds Wednesdays wrist, pulling her in as her fingers make contact with her sloppy cunt. A shared moan is breathed between them before Wednesday finally applies her practiced caresses along the wolfs needy clit. Their digit teases slow circles around it before she slides them past along the dripping folds, Enid’s head lulls back at the brief contact of the ravens finger tips slipping towards her entrance but not daring to entertain the act of penetration.
Enid opens her mouth to request but Wednesday seems expect it, pressing two fingers past her knuckle into the warm heat.
The Sinclair’s lips part into a gasp, instinctively clenching at the prodding digits,
“Wednesday..” she moans out at the slow pace set, her eyes flutter to stay open in attempt to watch. It’s a losing battle as she can’t fight the coiling heat in her lower abdomen, each stroke fuels the fire she couldn’t put out herself. It’s perfect the way the raven seems to know what to do to make her tick…too perfect.
She regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth,
“Have you done this before?”
The way Wednesday paused her touches has her inner wolf berating her for ruining this.
“Does it matter.”
That alone is an answer, but it doesn’t calm her curiosity. Her mint blue eyes doesn’t waver under Wednesdays stare, and the next reply feels like a if a bucket of ice is thrown on her.
“Agnes.” Is all she says, and in an instant the heat in her loins nearly shifts to a rage in her chest. Of course it’s because of her, her thoughts skew together as more questions begin to rise that she doesn’t want to know, but it doesn’t stop her from voicing one that she know will ruin her life.
“Are you mates?”
When Wednesdays fingers carefully retreat Enid regrets everything, she shouldn’t be prying into the Addams private affairs like some jealous Omega, even if her wolf told her otherwise.
“…no.”
That response ignited a new wave of curiosity, one Wednesday seemed to read easily,
“We’re not romantically involved, she requested my help for the constant dangers and use of her powers to gain information for me.”
Transactional, is a weirdly comforting thought that fills her mind for a second.
“Help as in…?”
“I touch her but she isn’t allowed to touch me.”
“Ever?” There’s a new wave of possession that rattled in Enid’s chest at the confirmation.
Her hands find their hold against Wednesday and in a flash she’s now straddling the seer as they lay atop bedding.
Wednesday doesn’t question her actions, her dark doe eyes trace her body in the dimly lit room as the Sinclair tosses her shirt away.
In the next instant her hand wraps around the confined erection tented beneath the ravens nightgown, a bead of pre soaking through the material as Enid stroked the hard on.
Wednesday bit back a groan at the touches. The way it pulsed in her hand made her shiver, quickly she pulled off the garment, the Addams cock standing at attention in the cool air that graced it.
The way it twitched in desperation for more made Enid snap, her pent up jealousy and repression of trying to fit the mold of normal wolves gave.
She aligned the length against her entrance before sinking onto it. Wednesday couldn’t help the moan of feeling the blondes velvety walls, her hands roughly grabbed at their hips in attempt to hold Enid in place, her black nails indenting crescent shaped marks along her skin.
Enid hummed, pleased with herself as she took every girthy inch the Addams has to offer, the small growing knot pressed at her slick folds.
Wednesdays breath is ragged, as she feels Enid squeeze her on purpose, her lidded gaze meeting the grinning wolf,
“Alpha.” Enid teases, her hips rising off her shaft a few inches before sinking it back in, she builds a steady pace that had the seer struggling for an idea of what to do.
Their hips meet at a slow pace, but for Wednesday she feels as if she will combust any moment.
The sight of Enid taking her so well is too much, a near muted whine successfully escapes her, the sudden warmth of her spilling seed makes Enid pause before smirk stretches at her face.
Her gyrating hips don’t stop, Wednesday struggles to catch her breath at the overstimulation of the wolf milking her cock for everything it’s worth.
In Enid’s defense, the Addams can’t stop from jostling her hips to meet her half way, the building friction has her much more vocal then expected.
“Enid.., fucking hell, Sinclair.” The ravens chants renew the vigor to keep going, her own approaching orgasm is close but to let this moment end would be unforgivable if she didn’t live it to the fullest.
Her multicolored claws extend, her palms finding Wednesdays torso as she sinks them into her skin, not rough enough to draw blood but the danger of it certainly has its effect with the way the raven groans.
Wednesdays hips shift more deliberately, Enid’s rough bounces bring the bed frame to a repetitive squeak that’s drowned out by the pleasured moans and shared gasp.
The friction builds up with every push and pull, the Sinclair’s territorial claim is obvious with how desperately she attempts to push the bulging knot inside.
“W-wends, Mmph..Ah!” Her legs tremble at the crashing wave of bliss filling her senses, the inability to hold off her orgasm another minute to fit the swollen knot drives her wolf wild.
A feeling that the Addams instantly shared at the tight heat pulsing around her but not fully.
She should pulls away, push Enid off given their agreement but it keeps snowballing into something else.
She can’t take it.
Enid’s back hits the mattress with a small gasp leaving her lips, Wednesdays own mouth nipping at any available skin she can reach as she aligns herself once more to sink into the werewolf’s inviting pussy.
Her pace is rough, punishing almost as she fucks into the compliant omega, the seer huffs hotly against her neck, her teeth scraping along the wolfs mate gland in a way that makes Enid’s head spin.
Her pink lips parting at the draw of Wednesdays hips before they slammed back against her, her thrust were short but deliberate in her delivery.
The wet slap of her heavy knot knocking against the sweet slick folds had the Sinclair moaning at every press, her pitched whines coming out faster with the closer she felt to another orgasm.
Wednesday was certainly a quick learner, knowing exactly how to stroke her flames, the Addams grabbed at her thighs, holding them apart as she thrusted into the sloppy heat, her hips breaking rhythm every time their knot sunk a little deeper then the last.
Enid’s claws found their way along her spine, the brightly colored nails scratching the tanned skin deeply to rise a few drops of blood from beneath the red lines as she trembles at the sudden climax.
That seems to be the last straw as Wednesdays knot finally catches, spilling thick ropes that paint Enid’s insides a warm white.
Their breaths rise and fall with one another, their unspoken confessions both pressed at their throat but neither daring to make the first step at the risk it can bring later.
It’s easier to ignore the rising sunset in favor of sleeping in silence.