Jenna Ortega/Wednesday Addams Imagines

Writing hour

For those who dont enjoy smut, dont read lol. You're finally getting your Wednesday smut. I know you've been wanting it. At least i hope so. Enjoy if you do read on :)

You are with your girlfriend, Wednesday. It's her writing hour and it's just you two in her dorm. Enid locked the door behind her when she left just incase anything was happening when she got back with Thing. That way it saves her from being traumatised.

Anyways. You're sat between Wednesday's legs on her chair. She has her arms around your waist and up on her typewriter. You have your head back on her shoulder. Just lightly placing kisses on her neck.

It helps to soothe her as you've found. But what she hasn't told you, mostly because she doesn't know how too, it very much puts her in the mood when you do this.

You have had sex together. So it's not like you're virgins. You're the bottom. Not even a power bottom. Straight up bottom. Wednesday is the top.

Anyways.

Wednesday is about 20 minutes into her writing hour. And as much as she'd love to stop to do what she does best, she did promise an hour a day.

So how does she combat this situation? One hand on the typewriter, one hand on you. Obviously. How else would she do it?

You're not even looking. So you don't notice her move her hand from her typewriter. You only notice when it's at the top of your pants.

You look at her hand.

"Can i?" Wednesday asks.

Consent is key. Even Wednesday knows this. You nod. To be fair, you are also very much in the mood.

She puts her hand in your pants. And then your panties. She rest her hand where you love having her hand the most.

Just to tease you more than anything. Just for a moment though. She moves her hand. She runs two fingers up your pussy and puts them against your clit.

You take a deep breath. Safe to say you're fairly wet. She starts to slowly rub your clit. Just slowly like she always does. Less so to tease and more to get you used to it before speeding up.

And when she can tell you're used to it, she start speeding up. You push out a deep breath when she starts getting faster.

You put your hands on the arms of her chair and put your head back on her shoulder. This feeling you have right now is always going to be one you're never gunna want to end. The feeling in the pit of your stomach.

And I'm not going to lie, the faster she gets, the more of a mess you become. The moans are unreal.

She's now stopped typing. She has a hand over your mouth. The door is locked but that doesn't mean people cant hear you. As possessive over you as she is, she doesn't want people hearing the noises she gets to hear.

She starts getting you close. Your breathing is erratic. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head. Your mouth is almost wide open.

"Weds, fuck, don't stop." You moan.

She bites her lip. That's the one sentence she loves to hear more than anything. When she's doing this with you at least.

You're shaking.

"Fuck, Weds, fuuck." You whine.

You're about as close as you can get. The knot in the pit of your stomach as tight as it gets. You squeeze your eyes shut and then you come.

She helps you ride it out and stops. She gives you a minute before pushing in her middle and ring fingers.

You moan at the feeling of them going in.

"Fuck." You moan.

She lets you cool off for another minute or so before starting to slowly push her fingers in and out. Only slowly just to get you used to it. And when you're used to it, you start begging for her to go faster.

And she does. She goes faster. But with every push in, she curls her fingers. And with every pull out, she uncurls her fingers. You move your legs over the top of hers so she reaches your spot faster and better.

She moves her arm a little and really starts going all in.

"Oh fuck baby..."

You look down at her hand. You can only see up to her wrist because of your pants. She stops for that exact reason. The thing with Wednesday is that whenever you do this, she wants to see her fingers going in and out.

She likes to see that. Because she knows you enjoy it. So, with your permission because consent is key, she pulls your pants and your panties down. All the way down. She then goes back to, quite bluntly put, fingering her girlfriend.

You by the way.

You bite your lip the faster that she goes. Curling and uncurling with each push in and each pull out.

She's getting you close and she can tell. Very much so. She's always been able to tell though. Even when you're silent with your mouth wide open, not saying a single word because of how good she's making you feel. She can tell.

"Fuck Weds. Fuck dont stop." You moan.

You squeeze your eyes shut the closer that you get. Your mouth drops open and your near enough through your head back onto her shoulder. You're shaking again.

And then you come. She helps you ride it out before stopping. You take a deep breath and she pulls her fingers out.

"Feel better?" Wednesday asks.

"I could go for more. But I'll wait until your writing hour is done." You say.

You pull your pants up and get onto the bed. She decides to scrap the writing hour and spends the next 3 hours making you feel good.

She's good at what she does to say the least.

Okay so.. that wasn't exactly the best. However, its paved the way. For once, you're a bottom in one of these books. Thats a lie you were a bottom in the sadie sink book. But you're a bottom with Wednesday and it may not be the last time.

You'll get bottom Wednesday content at some point. I lowkey felt real uncomfortable writing this for some reason. Anyways.

Gunna drop this and probably go sleep cos its fuckin 20 to 2 in the morning right now where i am and ya boy is tired.

So i hope yall enjoyed and byeee :)