a series of [un]fortunate events || a wenclair collection [explicit]

20. crying, part 2 [explicit] (Mid-Season Finale)

Wednesday's POV

Content Warning: Sexual Themes, Mentions of Self-Harm and Themes of Depression

"You aren't telling me what you want from me, Addams. I want you to say the word. I need you to say the word.."

It was at that moment, everything within me took control as I straddled Enid's lap... I uttered the word that she dared me to say... the word I desperately refused to ever let fall from my lips because it was not something I wanted to experience. It was a word that had many connotations to it. But with Enid, it felt right... it felt natural. The longer I stood next to her each day, the more I wished to shed my defenses... my trauma forced me to build a greater wall around myself, to allow myself to waste away in my own self hatred and loneliness as I pretended not to care about what others thought of me. Not even Enid. Even when she had departed from our dorm room temporarily, I felt as if it should have bothered me more than it did at the time, but I shrugged it aside. It was that day I realized I was falling in love with her. I instantly felt disgust and vitriol because why would someone like me ever find or seek out love like my parents? Who would want to fall in love with me? I was not someone worth falling in love with. I warned Enid the first time we initiated this relationship that I would seek to disappoint her. My mind snapped back to the many times I would push her away, and it sickened me, because all I wanted to do was to hold her and cry into her shoulder, her chest... to feel her body warm me.. to share a bed together and talk for hours, but I knew that I could not, I did not want to. As I stared down at her on this night, my body felt hot, my mind and judgement became clouded. Enid's dominating side awoken something in me that could not be contained... it was like a secret sexual desire I tried to bury deep down inside and burn in the eternal fires of Hell threatened to burst through to the surface, and I could not get enough of her... When an Addams loves, it is an intense, almost possessive love, but mines was pure lust... everytime I looked at Enid, I had to stop myself from wanting to have my way with her, I craved her in every single sense of the word, I needed her in ways I could not even begin to understand, but I wanted it. When Enid told me to say that dreaded word, I acted on impulse without hesitation, and it felt good...

"I.. I want you to fuck me..."

As I breathed out the word, something within Enid snapped, and I found myself laying on my back as she growled...

"Good girl."

What followed next was a typhoon of longing as Enid started out kissing me, slipping a tongue in my mouth and biting my lip, and I whimpered for her to go further than she had ever gone before.

"B-Bite my neck, mi amor... mark me again... remind me that I am your mate... I... I Seem to have forgotten..."

Enid acted without words as she bit deep into my flesh, causing me to yell out in both pain and pleasure, but she was not done. The cold air hit my exposed skin as Enid scampered down below, whipping her tongue inside of me like a lasso and my body reacted to an intense wave of pleasure. It was like Enid was hungry, and I was nothing but a meal. 

"E...E... ahh..."

Enid kept her tongue deep within my body, somehow going further into my very personal space, and I moaned out in pleasure... I had never felt this good before, and I did not ever want her to stop. I grabbed her hair, pushing her up closer, telling her not to stop.