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The dorm room of Ophelia Hall was bathed in the soft, golden haze of a Sunday morning, the kind of light that made everything feel slow and syrupy. The curtains above the webbed-window hung half-open, letting slivers of sunlight cut through the shadows, illuminating the cluttered space—Enid’s side a chaotic sprawl of colourful clothes and K-Pop posters, Wednesday’s a stark contrast of neatly folded blacks and grays. The air was warm, heavy with the lingering scent of Enid’s citrusy body wash and Wednesday’s faint, musky perfume.
Enid Sinclair lounged on the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide, her lower half bare. Her oversized T-shirt, a faded pink thing with a cartoon wolf on it, clung loosely to her shoulders, the hem riding up to expose the sharp lines of her hips. Her blonde hair was a wild, sleep-tousled mess, strands sticking out at odd angles, catching the light like a halo gone rogue. But her cock—thick, veined, and unapologetically hard—stood proud, pulsing with the raw, insistent need of morning wood. She leaned back on her hands, her breath uneven, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the girl before her.
Wednesday Addams knelt on the floor, her pale skin almost translucent in the soft light, every inch of her bare and unashamed. Her dark hair fell in twin braids, framing her face, her lips parted around Enid’s shaft. She moved with a precision that was quintessentially Wednesday—deliberate, controlled, yet devastatingly effective. Her tongue traced slow, teasing circles around the tip, lapping at the bead of precum before sliding down, taking Enid deeper. Her hands rested on Enid’s thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle as she worked, her throat constricting with each measured bob of her head.
Enid let out a low, throaty moan, her head tipping back as her fingers twitched against the bedsheets.
“Fuck, Wednesday,” she murmured, her voice rough with sleep and desire, “you’re gonna kill me with that mouth.” Her hips shifted slightly, fighting the urge to thrust, letting Wednesday set the pace. The Alpha’s cock throbbed in Wednesday’s mouth, the wet heat driving her wild, her body humming with a need that felt primal, unstoppable.
Wednesday’s eyes flicked up, dark and piercing, meeting Enid’s gaze without breaking her rhythm. There was something almost predatory in her stare, a silent challenge that made Enid’s pulse race. She didn’t speak—her mouth was too full for that—but the way her lips tightened, the way her tongue pressed harder against the underside of Enid’s shaft, said everything.
The room was filled with soft, obscene sounds—Wednesday’s muffled hums, the slick slide of her lips, Enid’s ragged breaths. Enid’s hand moved to Wednesday’s head, fingers threading gently through her hair, not pushing but guiding, encouraging.
“Just like that,” she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and desperation.
Wednesday’s response was a subtle shift, taking Enid deeper until her nose brushed the coarse hair at the base, her throat working to accommodate the Alpha’s length. Enid groaned louder, her thighs tensing under Wednesday’s grip, her body teetering on the edge of restraint. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken trust and raw desire, a dance they’d perfected over stolen mornings like this one.
Then the door creaked open, shattering the moment like glass. Yoko Tanaka strolled in, her boots clomping against the floor, her voice cutting through the haze.
“Hey, Enid, sorry to barge in,” she said, casual, “I left my charger here the other night, and my phone’s deader than a fucking doornail.”
Wednesday pulled off Enid with a wet pop, her dark eyes flashing with irritation as she turned her head, “have you ever heard of knocking, Yoko?” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Her bare knees shifted slightly on the floor, her body still poised between Enid’s thighs, spit glistening on her lips.
Yoko smirked, unfazed, “yeah, I’ve heard of it. Just couldn’t be bothered,” her eyes flicked to Enid’s desk, then to the pile of clothes strewn across the floor, “so… where’s my charger, Enid? I ain’t got all day.”
Enid, still half-dazed from Wednesday’s work, gestured vaguely toward the corner of the room, “uh, we’re kinda in the middle of something here, Yoko. Maybe come back later?”
Yoko’s gaze swept over them, taking in Wednesday’s naked form, Enid’s shirt barely covering her chest, and the glistening, rock-hard cock still slick with Wednesday’s spit. She shrugged, utterly unbothered, “ain’t my problem, girl. You do you. I just need my charger,” she sauntered over to Enid’s bean bag chair, kicking aside a stray sock as she started rummaging through the mess.
Enid glanced down at Wednesday, who was still glaring daggers at Yoko’s back. With a grin, Enid reached out, her hand resting on the crown of Wednesday’s head, “c’mon, babe,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. She gave a gentle but firm push, guiding Wednesday’s face back toward her cock, “she doesn’t care. Let’s not waste a good morning.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her lips parting in a mix of disbelief and defiance, “you cannot be serious,” she hissed, her voice low, but Enid’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, urging her forward. The Alpha’s cock twitched, still slick and waiting. Wednesday’s glare softened, just a fraction, before she relented with a huff. Her lips parted, and she took Enid back into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the underside as she slid down, slow and deliberate.
Enid let out a soft groan, her head tipping back as Wednesday’s mouth worked her over, the wet sounds filling the room. Yoko, still digging through the bean bag area, didn’t even glance up, “fuckin’ hell, Enid, you got a landfill over here or what?” she muttered, tossing aside a hoodie.
Wednesday’s rhythm didn’t falter, her hands braced on Enid’s thighs as she took her deeper, her throat constricting around the Alpha’s length. Enid’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her pace, her hips twitching slightly as she fought to keep still.
Yoko kept rummaging through Enid’s bean bag area, tossing aside a pair of mismatched socks and a crumpled magazine with a grunt, “seriously, Enid, where’s my charger?”
Enid huffed, her hips twitching as Wednesday’s mouth worked her over, the wet heat making it hard to focus, “Jesus, Yoko, I’m kinda getting my dick sucked here,” she snapped, her voice thick with frustration and pleasure, “just give me a damn minute, and I’ll find it for you, alright?”
Yoko paused, looking up from the mess of Enid’s belongings. Even with her mouth full, Wednesday’s dark eyes shot a venomous side-eye at Yoko, her glare sharp enough to draw blood. Yoko rolled her eyes, leaning back on her heels, “come on, Wednesday, hurry up and make her cum already,” she said, “I’ve got a girl on Tinder I need to message so I can get lucky.”
Wednesday pulled off Enid with a slick, deliberate pop, her lips glistening as she turned her head to scowl at Yoko, “Enid requires expert care to reach release,” she said, her voice low and cutting, “this isn’t some rushed, sloppy affair, Tanaka. Precision matters.”
Yoko scoffed, “that’s a load of bullshit, Addams. I could get her to finish in two minutes flat.”
Wednesday’s frown deepened, her eyes narrowing as she glanced between Yoko and Enid, who was still catching her breath, cock twitching in the cool air, “and how exactly would you know that?”
Yoko shrugged, unfazed, her grin turning sly, “I’ve known Enid a hell of a lot longer than you have, Wednesday. You really think I wouldn’t give it a go when my best friend suddenly sprouted a cock overnight? Please,” she chuckled, kicking another stray sock out of her way, “trust me, I know what makes her tick.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed further, her gaze flicking to Enid, who was still flushed and half-dazed, her cock glistening in the dim light, “is this true?”
Enid shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks burning a bright shade of pink as she rubbed the back of her neck. She nodded, “uh, yeah,” she mumbled, avoiding Wednesday’s piercing stare, “it’s true.”
Wednesday’s lips pursed, her expression unreadable, “and why,” she said, her tone low and deliberate, “was I not informed of this prior… relationship?”
Yoko didn’t miss a beat, cutting in before Enid could stammer out a response, “chill, Addams, it wasn’t a relationship,” she said, rolling her eyes as she tossed another stray item off the bean bag, “we just fucked sometimes. No big deal.”
Wednesday’s head tilted, “when did this arrangement cease?”
Enid cleared her throat, “it, uh, wasn’t long before you showed up at Nevermore,” she admitted, “Yoko started dating Divina, so we called it off.”
Wednesday’s eyes flicked to Yoko, who was smirking like she was enjoying the interrogation far too much, “and after Divina left?” Wednesday pressed, her tone unrelenting, “did you resume this arrangement?”
Yoko laughed, a sharp, amused sound that echoed in the small room, “nah,” she said, shaking her head, “I might’ve tried, sure. But Enid here was too busy pining after you, trying to get in your pants to give a shit about little old me.” She grinned, tossing a playful wink at Enid, who looked like she wanted to sink through the floor.
Wednesday’s jaw clenched, her dark eyes narrowing as she processed Yoko’s words. For a moment, she was still, her mind working. Then, with a deliberate shift, she released Enid’s cock from her grip, the slick length bobbing slightly in the air. Wednesday’s gaze flicked to Yoko, her expression unreadable but charged with something fierce.
“Go on, then,” she said, her voice low and cutting, gesturing from Yoko to Enid’s throbbing shaft, “prove yourself capable, if you’re so confident.”
Yoko’s eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across her face before a wicked grin spread, her fangs glinting briefly in the dim light, “well, damn,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement, “if you insist.”
Enid’s eyes widened, her blush flaring as she spluttered, “w-Wait, what? Hold on—” But before she could get another word out, Yoko cut her off with a casual, “Don’t mind if I do,” already striding across the room. She dropped to her knees beside Wednesday with a fluid grace, her dark eyes locked on Enid’s cock, still slick from Wednesday’s attention.
Wednesday watched, her expression a mask of cool detachment, though her eyes burned with something unnameable. Yoko’s hand shot out, wrapping around Enid’s shaft with a familiarity that made the Alpha’s breath hitch.
“Fuck, I missed this thing,” Yoko murmured, her voice low and almost reverent as she gave Enid a slow, teasing stroke. She hummed in delight, her lips curling into a smirk before she surged forward, taking Enid deep into her mouth in one smooth motion, her throat relaxing around the length with practiced ease.
Enid’s head tipped back, a choked groan escaping her as her hands gripped the bedsheets, her body caught between shock and pleasure. Yoko’s head bobbed, her movements confident and unhurried, her tongue swirling with a skill that spoke of their past. Wednesday remained still, her gaze fixed on the scene, her lips pressed into a thin line as she observed every detail.
Yoko’s lips moved with a practiced finesse, her head tilting to take Enid’s cock deeper, her tongue pressing flat against the underside before swirling around the sensitive tip. Her movements were fluid, almost lazy, but every motion was calculated—each slow drag of her lips, each subtle hum sending vibrations through Enid’s shaft. The Alpha’s thighs trembled, her fingers digging into the bedsheets as she let out a low, guttural moan, her head tipping back against the headboard. Yoko’s dark hair fell in loose waves, brushing against Enid’s skin as she worked, her fangs occasionally grazing just close enough to tease without breaking skin.
With a wet pop, Yoko pulled off Enid’s cock, her lips glistening as she shifted her attention lower. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lave at Enid’s balls, sucking one gently into her mouth, rolling it with a slow, deliberate pressure that made Enid’s breath hitch sharply. Her hand kept a loose grip on Enid’s shaft, stroking lazily to keep her on edge. Yoko’s eyes flicked up, catching Enid’s flushed face, her pupils blown wide with pleasure, before glancing sideways at Wednesday.
Wednesday sat motionless, her dark eyes locked on Enid’s every reaction. Her gaze was clinical, almost predatory, as if she were dissecting each shudder, each gasp, cataloging them in her mind. Her fingers twitched slightly, as though itching to take notes.
Yoko released Enid’s balls with a soft, slick sound, her lips shiny with spit as she grinned. Without warning, she grabbed Wednesday’s arm, yanking her forward with a playful tug.
“C’mere, Addams,” she said, “lemme show you what she likes.” She leaned back in, her lips brushing Enid’s cock as she spoke, her fangs grazing ever so lightly along the side of the shaft, just enough to send a shiver through Enid’s entire body. The Alpha let out a shaky groan, her hips jerking involuntarily, “see that?” Yoko murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief, “she fucking loves a little edge. Gotta be gentle with the teeth, though—barely a whisper. Like this,” she demonstrated again, her fangs skimming the sensitive skin, earning another shudder from Enid, whose hands were now white-knuckling the sheets.
Yoko pulled back slightly, her hand still stroking Enid’s cock as she turned to Wednesday.
“Your turn,” she said, her grin widening, “go on, try it. Just like I showed you.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her lips parting as if to protest, but the challenge in Yoko’s gaze and the desperate, pleading look on Enid’s face silenced her. She leaned forward, her breath cool against Enid’s heated skin, and hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips. Her teeth brushed lightly along the side of Enid’s shaft, mimicking Yoko’s technique with a precision that was unmistakably her own. Enid’s reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing as a low moan spilled from her lips. Wednesday’s eyes flicked up, watching Enid’s face with that same intense scrutiny, her mind clearly filing away every detail for future use.
Yoko’s eyes glinted with amusement as she watched Wednesday’s movements, the Addams girl’s teeth grazing Enid’s shaft with a careful intensity that made the Alpha squirm. Satisfied, Yoko leaned back in, her lips returning to Enid’s balls with a practiced ease. She sucked one gently into her mouth, her tongue swirling with a slow, teasing pressure that drew a ragged gasp from Enid. Pulling back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing the sensitive skin, Yoko murmured.
“Don’t forget these, Addams. Always give ’em some love.”
Wednesday’s gaze flicked to Yoko, absorbing the advice with a clinical nod before she shifted lower. Her tongue darted out, mimicking Yoko’s technique as she laved at the other ball, her movements deliberate but growing more confident. The two girls worked in tandem, each claiming one of Enid’s balls, their lips and tongues moving in a rhythm that was both competitive and synchronised. The air filled with soft, wet sounds, punctuated by Enid’s heavy panting as she watched, wide-eyed, her chest heaving.
“Holy shit,” Enid gasped, her voice breaking as her hands gripped the bedsheets tighter, her knuckles white, “this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Her hips twitched, her cock throbbing in the open air, desperate for attention as the two girls lavished her below.
Yoko grinned, her fangs flashing as she pulled back, her lips shiny with spit, “I think she’s enjoying herself, Addams,” she said, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. She moved up, her hand wrapping around Enid’s shaft as she took the head into her mouth, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around the tip. Wednesday followed, her tongue dragging slowly along the side of Enid’s cock, tracing the pulsing vein with a precision that made Enid’s entire body shudder.
Enid let out a high, desperate whimper, her head tipping back as her hips bucked slightly, caught between the dual sensations of Yoko’s warm mouth and Wednesday’s teasing licks. The Alpha’s breaths came in short, ragged bursts, her body trembling as the two girls worked her over, their contrasting styles—Yoko’s bold confidence and Wednesday’s meticulous intensity—pushing her closer to the edge with every passing second.
Yoko pulled back from Enid’s cock with a slick pop, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she glanced at Wednesday, “you ever let her knot your mouth?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Wednesday’s eyes flicked to Enid, her brow furrowing, “no. I haven’t.”
Yoko hummed, leaning forward to press a slow, deliberate kiss to the tip of Enid’s cock, earning a shudder from the Alpha, “you should try it,” Yoko murmured, her lips brushing against the sensitive head, “used to fucking love it when she’d knot my throat. Feels like nothing else.” She flashed a wicked grin before diving back in, her tongue swirling around Enid’s shaft as Wednesday followed suit, her lips returning to the side, dragging slow and deliberate.
Enid’s thighs squirmed, her muscles tensing as the dual assault of Yoko’s bold sucks and Wednesday’s meticulous licks pushed her closer to the edge. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her hands clutching the bedsheets as her body trembled, “fuck, guys,” she panted, her voice breaking, “I’m gonna—oh, shit—” Her words cut off with a deep, guttural groan as her cock pulsed violently.
The first spurt of cum shot out, streaking across Yoko’s face from chin to eyebrow, painting her skin in a thick, white line. Yoko let out a sharp, delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she quickly angled Enid’s cock toward Wednesday. Before Wednesday could protest, two quick bursts splashed across her cheeks, the warm, sticky fluid catching her off guard. Her eyes widened, but Yoko didn’t give her a chance to react, grabbing her arm and pulling her forward.
She took Enid’s head into her mouth, sucking greedily as the Alpha’s cum pulsed onto her tongue, swallowing with a low, satisfied hum. After a moment, she pulled off, guiding Enid’s cock toward Wednesday, who hesitated for only a fraction of a second before sealing her lips around the tip. Wednesday hummed in pleasure, the vibration sending a fresh shudder through Enid as her mouth filled with the thick, warm release.
The two girls continued like that, passing Enid’s cock back and forth, each taking turns swallowing greedily as the Alpha’s copious cum flowed. Yoko’s tongue flicked out to catch a stray drop, her eyes locked on Wednesday’s as they shared the moment, their lips and chins glistening. Enid’s groans filled the room, her body trembling with each pulse until, finally, the flood slowed to a trickle. With a heavy sigh, Enid slumped back against the bed, her chest heaving, her face flushed and blissful.
Yoko glanced over her shoulder at Wednesday’s bedside clock, her lips curling into a smug grin, “well, damn, not even two minutes,” she said proudly, her voice laced with triumph. Her eyes flicked to Wednesday, taking in the streaks of Enid’s cum still glistening on her cheeks, a small dribble clinging to the corner of her mouth. Without warning, Yoko reached out, grabbing Wednesday’s chin with a firm but gentle grip. She leaned in, her tongue dragging slowly up Wednesday’s cheek, lapping up the sticky mess with a delighted hum, “fuck, that’s good,” she murmured, before pulling Wednesday into a fierce, hungry kiss.
Her tongue slipped past Wednesday’s lips, sharing the sharp, salty taste of Enid’s cum as their mouths moved together. Wednesday stiffened for a split second, her body tensing under the sudden intensity, but then she relaxed, a soft hum vibrating in her throat as she let Yoko press her front flush against her own. Yoko’s hands slid to Wednesday’s hips, holding her close as the kiss deepened, all heat and boldness.
When Yoko finally pulled back, panting with a wicked grin, Wednesday’s eyes were dark and unreadable. Without breaking eye contact, Wednesday lifted a finger, dragging it along Yoko’s cheek to collect the streak of Enid’s cum still clinging there. She brought it to her lips, sucking it off with a slow, intrigued hum, her gaze never leaving Yoko’s.
In the background, Enid’s voice came out in a weak murmur, “you two are gonna fucking kill me if you keep doing that.”
Yoko laughed, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, completely unabashed.
“Missed that, Enid,” she said, shooting Enid a wink. She turned to Wednesday, her grin no less cheeky, “you did good, Addams. Always knew you’d have a killer pair of tits,” her eyes flicked to Enid’s bedside table, and she froze, then chuckled, “oh, shit, there it is.” She scooped up her charger, twirling it between her fingers like a prize. With a casual wave over her shoulder, she sauntered toward the door, “hey, let me know if you two ever wanna fuck or something. I’m always down,” she called out, her voice light and carefree as she strolled out of the room, leaving the door ajar as if nothing had happened.
Wednesday stood, her movements deliberate as she grabbed her black silk robe from the floor, slipping it over her shoulders to cover her pale skin. She tied it loosely, her eyes flicking to Enid, who was still slumped against the bed, her face a mix of bliss and exhaustion.
“Are you going to shower?” Wednesday asked.
Enid let out a weak laugh, running a hand through her tousled blonde hair, “gimme, like, a minute to recover, babe,” she said, her voice hoarse, “I’m still seeing stars here.”
Wednesday hummed, a soft, noncommittal sound, and turned to cross the room to her desk. She stood there for a moment, her fingers brushing over a neatly arranged stack of notebooks, her posture rigid but thoughtful, “Enid. Has Yoko always been so… open about her sexual prowess?” she asked, her tone measured, though a faint curiosity bled through.
Enid shrugged, pushing herself up to sit a bit straighter, her shirt still clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, “I guess so,” she said, her voice lazy but fond, “I mean, she’s been around for, like, a couple hundred years, y’know? After a while, I guess you stop giving a shit about privacy or whatever,” she chuckled, shaking her head, “or maybe that’s just Yoko. Why do you wanna know?”
Wednesday turned her head just enough to meet Enid’s gaze, “I was thinking that perhaps we should take Yoko up on her offer,” she said, her voice cool and deliberate, “it appears there’s a great deal I don’t know about giving you pleasure. And I detest not knowing.”
With that, she turned on her heel, the hem of her black silk robe fluttering as she strode toward the bathroom, her steps measured and purposeful. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Enid alone on the bed, her mouth slightly agape. The Alpha swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as Wednesday’s suggestion hung in the air like a challenge, her heart racing at the thought of what it might mean.