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“This is ridiculous.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Why do we need a phallic object resembling the male sex to pleasure each other? What are you trying to replicate?”
Rolling her eyes, Enid replies, “Not everyone uses them as replications for “the male sex” as you so eloquently put it. It’s just another way to experience sex with your partner. Now shut up and help me buckle this.”
Enid is fumbling with the strap around her waist. As much as she enjoys teasing a judgmental Wednesday, Enid isn’t exactly an expert at this either. She bought the toy on a drunken dare from Yoko. It’s never been used before, but since tonight was a special night for her and Wednesday, she’d brought it out.
Wednesday isn’t fond of it. She’s been complaining since Enid took it out of the box. Despite Enid’s multiple reassuring words, Wednesday remains firm in her views. They don’t need it.
Enid argues differently. There’s nothing wrong with trying new things! It’s been a talking point for many days with them, but it always ended with Wednesday shutting her down.
Well, not tonight!
“Figure it out yourself, you are the one who purchased it.”
Enid’s eyes narrow. “There’s no reason to be so bitchy.” Wednesday says nothing. She only stares, prompting Enid to sigh. “Please?”
It’s hilarious in a way because Enid stands, bottom half naked, in the middle of their college dorm room with a purple strap-on sticking out from between her thighs.
It’s even funnier when her short girlfriend has to come and bend down, smacking the purple thing away from her face as she ties and adjusts it around Enid’s waist. A final tug to the right straightens it completely.
Enid looks down, wiggling her eyebrows at the girl looking up from her knees. “Ready?”
“Am I being given a choice?” Wednesday asks as she stands.
The sentence is an immediate cause of concern for Enid. She takes Wednesday’s chin in her hand. “Don’t say things like that. If you don’t want to do this, just say so. You’re making me feel like I’m forcing you.”
Wednesday’s hand holds onto the one cupping her chin.
“Do you want to continue? We can always do it the old-fashioned way.” In that, she means they can always use their fingers. Which is fine. Even if Enid wants them to experiment more.
Wednesday shakes her head. “It’s alright. We can use your…” she stops to look down with a slight scowl. “Purple friend. Were there no other colors available?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t buy the hot pink one," she laughs. Wednesday doesn't, so Enid brings the cupped face to her and kisses her. “The next one will be black, I promise.”
“The next one?” Wednesdays says short of alarmed, and Enid laughs again, cutting off the beginning of her rant with another kiss.
Wednesday reciprocates, and Enid uses it to start their night, slowly walking her backward onto their shared bed. The back of Wednesday’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and they fall, with Enid having to extend her arm to prevent them from crashing into each other.
The strap is digging into her belly, and Wednesday is glaring at her, but Enid can’t stop giggling. “This is so sexy.”
She knows that Wednesday is tired of her, but Enid also knows how nerve-wracking trying new things can be. Especially in the bedroom, so she’s taking a lighthearted approach to it. If only to get Wednesday to relax more.
So far, she’s not doing a great job because Wednesday’s eyes are still burning holes through hers. Enid only gives her a wolfish grin before going down and kissing her.
Wednesday pushes her back mid-kiss. “Your purple head is uncomfortable.”
It’s the second time their kiss has been broken, making Enid groan. “Wednesday, please. I want to start already.”
“It is not my fault that you could not reign in your “member” earlier.”
“Well, had you helped me the first time I asked, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to reign in my member. ”
“You are placing the blame on me?”
“Right now? Yes. We could have been done.”
“Are you likening yourself to the “minute men” you and your friends often make fun of?”
“What?!” Enid blushes hard. “Of-of course not. I’d obviously last longer because, you know, it’s me, and I’m great at things like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like making you cum," she says bluntly with a sweet smile that is entirely inappropriate with those words, and it catches Wednesday off guard enough for her eyes to widen and her pale skin to redden. “Oh, so that’s what shuts you up?” she grins, and Wednesday’s response is to pull her down so she can hide her face in her neck.
“Begin your silly experiment already,” is mumbled into her shirt and Enid finds it cute how bashful Wednesday can get in sexual situations.
Taking pity on her, Enid pulls back entirely, standing over the seer lying on the bed. She’s the only one not missing any articles of clothing, and that’s unfair to Enid. She kneels in between the legs hanging over the edge and tugs Wednesday closer. Wednesday lets her, scooting to the edge and lifting her butt so Enid can slide the skirt off.
The kisses begin there. Enid starts from her ankles, travels up her calves, and then to the inside of her thighs. Warm hands are trailing small circles inside of them as she peppers her way up until she reaches and presses a kiss on the dampening cloth.
She feels a hand run through her blonde hair, looking up to find brown, lustful eyes staring down at her. It’s a sight that stimulates her and drives her to inch up the tantalizing skin. Enid’s hands bunch and push up the striped shirt, leaving hot kisses behind until they reach Wednesday’s braless breast. There’s a sharp exhale that comes when her tongue wraps around a hardened nipple while the other is being pinched in between her fingers. When she pulls her head back, spittle connects her to the reddish, erected nipple. It’s enough to make her dive right back to ferociously suck the tit back into her mouth, wantonly moaning while doing so. She switches to the other, lathering saliva like a soothing balm on the sensitive nub.
Pathetically, Enid is the one whimpering, with Wednesday only quietly moaning underneath her. Enid wants them all for herself, leaving the nipple behind to crawl up and swallow the moans directly from Wednesday’s mouth. Enid’s hand takes the place of her mouth on the nipple, palming and rolling it in between to continue eliciting those unholy sounds.
Her hand trails down inside the black underwear, circling the clit and then gliding her pointer finger up and down. It’s not wet enough for her, so she slides her fingers lower, gathering the leaking fluid to bring back up. Wednesday’s trembling hand comes and wraps firmly around her wrist, keeping the fingers against her clit. There’s a moan and a buck against her hand that has Enid smirking. She pushes a lone finger inside the slit, internally groaning at the warm walls encasing it. She almost curses out loud when it clenches around the digit, having to pause at the sudden coil in her belly. This was meant to prepare Wednesday for the toy, not to make a quivering mess out of her . The toy isn’t big or long, but she doesn’t want Wednesday to feel any discomfort.
"Shit!" Enid pulls her fingers out, suddenly reminded that she is missing a crucial product. “I almost forgot the lube.”
“What?”
“The lube!” Enid jumps up, rushing to her side of the room.
It’s a silly sight, her running across with a long purple thing bouncing in between her legs. It’s so amusing that even Wednesday has a smirk on her face when she returns, bottle in hand.
Shutting her teasing girlfriend up, Enid attacks her mouth, kissing her harshly. She is more than ready to begin, hastily helping Wednesday remove her shirt as well as her own. She saves the underwear for her teeth. They’re thrown on the floor, hands and lips already finding themselves on each other's bodies. She pushes Wednesday back onto the bed, spreading her legs open just enough for her to settle in between. On her knees, Enid palms and rubs the lube generously onto the strap-on, ensuring that it goes in smoothly.
Wednesday is staring directly into her eyes, but her body is rigid, her hands clenched at her side. Enid finds it endearing to see how Wednesday, her tough girlfriend, has to physically prepare herself for sex. But she won’t lie and say she’s not concerned about the slight frown on her face. Her own heart's slamming against her ribcage, so she can’t imagine what Wednesday is feeling. She needs to help her relax even more and help take her mind off of it.
“How was your day?” Enid asks, gently bringing and positioning the head of the strap-on at her entrance.
“What?” It comes out with a hitched breath.
“How was your day?” Enid repeats, slowly inching her hips forward with the tip of the strap-on just barely passing Wednesday’s entrance. “Also, your bangs are getting longer.”
“Are you attempting to have a casual conversation while we are in the middle of sex?” Wednesday’s tone is flat, but Enid can hear the slightest hint of disbelief as well as annoyance.
Smiling, Enid inches forward. “Why not?” By now, the head is fully inside and doesn’t need any more guidance from her, so she places her hand beside Wednesday’s head. “What rule is there against that?”
“It’s distracting.” Wednesday answers, and Enid takes the opportunity to move another inch in. Considering the toy was only four inches, her hips were almost touching Wednesday’s.
“No, it’s not.” Enid moves another inch. She barely has an inch left before she is fully inside her girlfriend. She can even say she doesn’t have much resistance given Wednesday's wetness, the lube, and her distraction.
A tiny frown. “Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not. Communication is crucial in a relationship, and the best time to have a conversation is during sex to further the bond.”
“Continue,” another stolen breath, “and you won’t have a relationship to bond over.”
“Are you threatening me?” she gasps. “And during sex?” Her hips reach Wednesday’s and she is gleaming with pride. She has successfully distracted the girl beneath her by taking her mind away and easing her possible discomfort.
"Enid shut up.”
“Make me,” she says cheekily, waiting for Wednesday's inside to fully adjust to the length and width. Wednesday doesn’t notice she has taken the entire four inches.
“You are unbelievably immature.” Wednesday chides her, but Enid only looks down, smiling softly at her.
“Yeah, but you didn’t feel a thing, did you?”
The dark-haired girl frowns, seemingly forgetting what they are in the middle of before her eyes dart between Enid's, and she tilts her head down to see their connected hips.
“Well played.”
Enid laughs, bending her head down to press a kiss on her bangs. “Let me know whenever you’re ready.” She lightly begins stroking the top of her head as she waits patiently for Wednesday’s verbal response. If needed, she’d wait all night. Wednesday isn’t a fragile doll by any means, but up until now, they’ve only gone as wide and long as their fingers.
Seconds later, Wednesday gives her a nod and, in a deep breath, says “You may begin.”
Enid raises her head from her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She leads the kiss, keeping its pace leisurely even when her tongue slips inside Wednesday’s mouth. As they continue kissing, Enid pulls her hips back slowly, not failing to notice how Wednesday’s breath gets caught in her throat. She doesn’t let Wednesday break their soft make-out session, following her mouth and joining their lips again. She pushes her hips forward, sliding the strap back inside. It’s tight, but not so much that she can’t move. Another hitch in the kiss follows. The sounds of her breathing pick up pace. Enid’s hips begin a steady rhythm against the girl's, and by the fourth thrust, Wednesday breaks their kiss, turning her head to the side as her mouth parts slightly.
She steadily starts picking up speed, her hips almost grinding into Wednesday’s now, but she’s monitoring the girl’s face and her body’s reaction.
“Are you okay?”
A nod. Wednesday’s eyes are closed, but quiet moans are beginning to slip from her open lips.
“How does it feel?” She knows it has to be pleasurable. Wednesday’s mouth is open, but she doesn’t respond, eyebrows knit in concentration, so Enid takes it a step further. “Tell me or I’ll stop,” she warns, and at the threat, Wednesday’s arm wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
“Good, good, it feels good. Keep going.” Wednesday moans at a particular buck. Her hold on Enid’s back tightens, but her thighs relax and spread further out.
Saying Enid is happy is an understatement. She is thrilled to be the one pushing Wednesday to the edge. So, at the order, she kept going, developing a rhythm of driving her hips in and out, making sure the strap-on was buried at the hilt in Wednesday. Faster and faster she delved inside of her, stroking her walls packed with nerves, and faster and faster the coil was being stretched. In and out, in and out, in—
“Fuck, Enid,” Wednesday moans out beneath her. Her hips are matching the pace now, seeking Enid’s when she pulls away and eagerly drawing her back when she pushes in.
Wednesday’s ragged breaths fill the room and burrow inside her ear. It’s all getting to Enid. Wednesday’s lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, the pants, the broken moans, the occasional curses, the whimpers, the accumulating sweat, the lewd squelching sounds—a groan rips from Enid’s throat, joining Wednesday’s in harmony.
One of Wednesday’s hands comes down to the small of Enid’s back, pressing her closer as her thighs spread further apart. It’s a signal that Enid interprets as harder so she complies. Her hips grow to be erratic, so much so that it starts rubbing and affecting her as well.
“I love being this way with you.” Enid pants. She is nearly pounding into Wednesday now. “I love pleasing you. I love seeing you like this—lost in ecstasy. Vulnerable only for me.”
Wednesday whines. At the mewl, something inside of Enid begins brewing. More specifically, something primal within her werewolf side. “I’m jealous. I’m jealous that I can’t feel you. I’m jealous that it’s not me inside you right now.” She is getting aggressive now, and she can tell Wednesday likes it.
Enid raises herself on her arms, her hips never once stalling. She sits on the back of her calves, eyes immediately trailing down to where the purple strap-on was entering in and out of the girl, shiny with her arousal. Enid was dying inside, moaning right along with her.
“I hate it. I want to feel you. I want to be the one inside you, not this plastic thing. I want to be the one you're tightening against.” she exhales. “You’re mine. Do you understand?”
Lost in pleasure, and without any prompting needed, Wednesday nods. “Yes,”
It almost tethers Enid to the edge the way Wednesday readily submits. Her core tightens from the sight alone, never mind that the pressure against her own clit is making her lightheaded. Each hit sends small jolts of pleasure down her spine. She wants to come so badly, but she doesn’t want to let go of the feeling. The feeling of tethering on a cliff's edge, wanting to draw it out as much as she could for herself and Wednesday, but she can’t hold it in anymore. Not when Wednesday’s eyes are open and she is holding direct contact with her. Enid has to grind her jaw so as not to fall before she does.
Wednesday is close. Enid can see her abs clenching in effort, so she decides to help her get there faster by using two of her fingers to rub at the engorged clit.
Wednesday barely lasts a minute with the added stimulation of Enid furiously circling her clit while fucking her. She holds the wrist still against her. “S-stop, I think I am about to—“ A moan cuts her off as her hips continue bucking into Enid’s hand. “Fuck, I’m going to pee.”
The words, which initially made Enid pause in concern, make her laugh and shake her head. “You’re not going to pee.”
“Y-yes, I,” Wednesday groans with gritted teeth. “E-Enid, I need,” She can barely get the words out, each syllable interrupted with a moan. Enid doesn’t stop, but she does slow down. “Fuck, muffle me.”
“What?”
Wednesday’s eyes are dark and deadly, almost causing Enid to jump out of her body as she growls out, “I am going to scream. Help me retain some form of dignity.”
Enid’s hand clamps over her mouth and with that comes the gush from between her legs. It forces her to pull out. Enid vaguely hears faint screaming, too lost in the sight of Wednesday’s hips rolling, liquid spurting out, cum leaking, pussy glistening, and her legs quivering to remember her duty. Her hand quickly finds Wednesday’s mouth again, the seer’s body craned and frozen in ecstasy as she pulsates, each pulsation gushing out more liquid.
Wednesday is moaning non-stop into her palm, but all Enid can do is hold on and watch, mouth agape, as the pleasure overwhelms her.
In a final buck, Wednesday’s hips stills. Enid’s heart stops with her. She can’t even remember if she came because wow.
“Oh my God,” is all Enid has the power to say as her eyes dart from her drenched thighs to the soaked bed. “Wednesday?” She lightly taps Wednesday’s cheek. “Wednesday, are you there?”
Slowly, Wednesday regains her senses, her muscles still shaking from the intense orgasm. Her eyes open and she exhales “I love you.”
"Oh, thank God, I thought I killed you.” Enid sighs in relief, unbuckling the strap-on to place it to the side. She dives down to place kisses all over the exhausted girl, using her hand to wipe the excess sweat from her forehead. Wednesday kisses her back lazily, her arms looping around her neck to bring her close.
Seconds after their kisses stop, Enid hears “The wet sensation is becoming uncomfortable," and it causes her to burst out laughing.
She looks down to see Wednesday looking up at her with a straight face.
“Alright, my little raven, let’s get you showered and cleaned up. Can you walk?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Wednesday rolls her eyes. “However, I will accept your assistance this once since you are the reason for this mess.”
Enid scoffs. “Yeah, sure.”
“I warned you.”
“It’s not pee, genius.” Enid stands, effortlessly lifting and bringing Wednesday into her arms.
In an affectionate embrace, Wednesday wraps her arms around Enid's neck and crosses her ankles around her waist. “I am aware of what it is, but in that moment, it felt as such. I suppose you’ll think highly of yourself regardless.”
"Oh, yeah," Enid grins, a cheerful bounce in her step as she leads them to their bathroom. “The highest . I made you scream and squirt. And I’m pretty sure you passed out.”
Wednesday grows modest, stuffing her face back into Enid’s neck and mumbling to herself. Enid registers a small apology that has a smile blossoming on her face. She draws Wednesday closer in her secure hold, closing her eyes and breathing in their combined scent. It’s intoxicating.
“It’s okay. I enjoy taking care of my human during, and after sex. You’re mine, and I love you.”
Wednesday’s words are muffled, but Enid hears them loud and clear. “I love you more.”