Wenclair Oneshots

Puppies like to hump things right? (pt 2)

Flashback to when Enid rode Wednesday who was wearing the strap, because I hinted that in the first part, so I couldn't not write it.

If you haven't read the first part, leave and go read it

"Fuck."

Sweat collected on her lower back and seeped into the sheets as Enid moaned loudly into the silent room. The only sounds mixing with her own pant's were Wednesdays steady breathing against her ear and the sound of the buzzing between her legs.

"Are you close?" Wednesday whispered into her ear. Her lips brushed against Enids skin and sent a chill along the side of her neck. The vibrator was held against her swollen clit, engorged and red from her previous orgasms. Wednesdays hand - the one not holding the vibrator - rubbed against her tensed lower stomach, causing another moan to slip from the back of the blondes throat.

"I-I think so." Enid stuttered, her voice going up an octave at the end of her sentence. Her overly-sensitive clit throbbed against the toy between her legs, microbursts of pleasure spilling into her belly every so often, small sparks of hope that the pleasure would grow as it did two other times tonight. Those sparks seemed to dissipate quickly every time, leaving Enid toeing the edge that she desperately wanted to tumble over. Tears of frustration pricked in her eyes.

Wednesday pulled the vibrator from Enids center, earning a whine from the blonde.

"Its been almost 20 minutes." Wednesday said. They was no ounce of judgment in her monotone voice (maybe a small pinch of pity?), but Enid still buried her palms into her eyes as embarrassment flooded her cheeks. Her clit throbbed in tune with her heart and her stomach ached with want. The goth mocked her, yet made the blood in her veins vibrate.

"Ive been close the entire time." Enid groaned. Wednesday pressed a small kiss to her side of her jaw. The blonde purred in response.

"What can I do, my love?" Wednesday was always much softer to the blonde during her heat. The first time Enid had gone into heat, well before the two had started dating, the dark haired girl had been surprisingly kind. She had left Enids favorite snacks outside their window and had only returned (with her typewriter in hand) when Enid had told Thing that she was all good with a blushed thumbs up two days later. Once they started dating, Enid had only let Wednesday help during her heat after the fifth cycle. Now, she couldnt imaging using her own hands during it.

The ache in Enids lower stomach increased in intensity as Wednesdays hand rested on her warm skin. She felt a whimper sound in the back of her throat as her hips rolled against nothing.

"Can you use the strap?" Enid all but panted. Her brain was fuzzy with need, the organ burning behind her eyes as the moonlight rested delicately on her bare body. She barely noticed Wednesdays small nod before she moved off the bed. Her girlfriends small frame disappeared into the shadowy side of her room momentarily. Enids eyes crawled over her exposed legs and the large black t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders. The blondes body ached to have the girl next to her again and she sent out another whimper, a desperate call for her mate.

"So impatient."Wednesday crooned as she stood by the side of the bed. Enid didnt know when she had slipped the harness on, but the shorter girl was already standing with the leather straps right around her hips and thighs. The fake cock stood stiffly from her center and Enid subconsciously licked her lips.

Wednesday slung her legs over Enid, knees resting on either side of her hips. The smell of the girl on top of the blonde made her stomach clench with arousal. Her mouth watered and her fingers twitched. Before she knew it, she flipped the two of them over so that she was straddling the dark haired girl, a growl low in her throat. The small 'oomph' let out by Wednesday snapped Enid back into reality and she gasped, covering her mouth with wide eyes.