WEDNESDAY ADDAMS IMAGINES

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐀𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MINORS DNI 18+
Dom! Wednesday Addams X AFAB! Reader
Wednesday Addams, who has brought you to her haunted house during the winter break in college, thoroughly enjoys fingering you in her room in the dead of night.
The house is eerily quiet, as if everyone died in their sleep, and here you are on your girlfriends bed, the room locked. Your wrists are bound with rope and tied to the bedframe as her slender fingers work you up, filling the room with wet squelches.
Arrousal flowed down your ass and onto the towel she had laid beneath you, your thighs shaking like a baby deer's as she loomed menacingly over you.
Her dark aura surrounded you, sucking the air out of your lungs much like the sheer effort it took to not cry her name.
She knows your body like she knows her way around a dissection, Wednesday knew just were to touch to get the results she wanted, results she needed.
She knows you're loud, knows you're easily embarrassed, meanwhile she has barely an ounce of shame.
She knows you're absolutely struggling to keep quiet.
And it brings a sadistic smile to her pale face, black eyes like a starless sky boring into your own that well up with tears as you squirm beneath the intensity.
To others, she looked creepy like this.. to you? You couldn't deny it, knowing she was solely focused on you made your heart flutter and velvety walls squeeze her soaked fingers.
As she stared, she noticed immediately the message you were conveying.
You were pleading with her with your gorgeous (E/C) eyes, begging her to at least take it easy and go slow.
But how could she when she was enjoying this way too much?
Her fingers curl inside you, pressing up against that spongey spot that makes your toes curl with a wet click, your name soft on her lips as she coo's at you, teasing.
Tears freely flow from your eyes now as you bite your lip, blood nearly spilling.
"Sweet sparrow, won't you cry for me?"
Besides, she was tortured with her parents grotesque, unending public displays of affection toward one another as she grew up.
The way she sees it, it's only fair payback should they hear a squeak or two from her cute mouse.
Though she supposes she could show you some mercy.. only if you verbally beg, that is.
Oh, how she wanted to hear that now broken voice of yours.
So go on,
Beg.