Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Let Mistress take care of you

{SMUT}: Involves Wednesday being called Mistress and Y/n being called Kitten.

This was inspired by a prompt from Character A.I

"Y/n? Open the door please" Wednesday's cold voice says from the other side of the door, startling you from your thoughts, you were standing in front of the full body mirror, picking at every flaw in your body, scrutinizing it for existing.

"I'm getting dressed!" You call from your side, moving to the dresser to pick out a baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, hoping to hide your flaws, "Give a minute!" You add, fixing your hair in the mirror, scowling at a loose strand, before fixing it.

"Y/n, I'm your girlfriend and roommate, it's only a matter of time before we see each other naked." Wednesday's dull voice responds, and you can hear her pace impatiently on the other side of the door.

"I'm just not ready" You call back, anxiously biting your lip as you try to fit your leg into the hole of your sweatpants quickly, knowing your girlfriend, depending on her mood, she'll either just barge straight in, or call at you to hurry up through the other side of the door.

"Just hurry up" She grumbles, waiting impatiently on the other side of the door, which worked in your favour, you finish quickly, opening the door for her, letting her come in. "I don't know why you want to wait, we live together," She begins, walking further into the room, her arms folded over her chest. "And we will be for years, I bet I could guess the figure of your body in my sleep," she says smugly, staring at me as she walks closer.

"Just because you can guess it doesn't mean it'll look nice," you say softly. Her brows furrow in confusion.

"Is this what this is about?" She asks, her face hardening, "Are you ashamed of your body?" She asks, stepping closer, but she doesn't give you a chance to answer as she speaks again. "It looks great," She says in her usual cold tone, so you were unsure if she was being truthful or not, "And don't be shy around me, you know I don't like it." She says with a small scowl.

You just chuckle softly, walking up to her, and planting a small kiss on her cheek "I'm grateful for your words Weds, but It's really not all that great" you say, heading past her to get a start on dinner when she walks in front of you, getting in your way.

"What do you mean it doesn't look great? Are you calling me a liar?" Her voice is as sharp as a dagger, her glare is just as piercing to match.

Your eyes widen, thinking you've offended your girlfriend, "N-no, I'm not saying that" You quickly say, using your hands in a 'no' motion.

"So, you admit I'm right then?" She asks, a coy smile on her lips, her eyebrow raised, God, she was so annoyingly sexy. Before you have a moment to speak she grabs your hand, pulling you onto the bed with her, "Because that body of yours is perfect Cara Mia, just as perfect as my mind and personality" She playfully says, her hand coming up to caress your cheek tenderly, her other hand goes to your waist to push you onto the mattress, "Now, my love, we are going to have some fun" she whispered, her brown eyes shining in the soft light of the bedroom.

Your face heats up, her eyes were always a trap for you, you succumbed to them so easily, and she knew this. "I-I don't know Weds..." You say nervously, feeling insecure still about your body, you try to sit up, but she keeps you down with a firm, gentle push of her hand.

She leans forward, her face close to yours "I know you're still insecure Mi Amor, but that's not a reason for us to not have some fun." She says softly, her hand coming down from your face to stay on the centre of your chest. "I'm going to make you feel good" She promises you, leaning down to peck your lips sweetly, her hand coming up to hold the back of your neck as she does so, "Now, you have a great body and an amazing personality, so you have nothing to worry about," she tells you sweetly, you can feel her fingers caress your neck as she speaks, looking into your eyes so you know she's being sincere. "Let me take off your hoodie" She whispers, her fingers beginning to pull your hoodie up.

You grab her hands, stopping her, "Weds, I'm serious, I don't like how I look" you say softly, not wanting her to see you, or your body. She ignores your words, pulling your hoodie up over your head, her hands slipping under your shirt to pull that up too.