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When Wednesday kissed Tyler now, she had visions of his hands wrapped around her throat.
“I think we should have sex,” she told him one day after they met in front of Weems Fountain in the middle of Nevermore's courtyard.
“Okay,” Tyler said slowly.
“I'm serious,” Wednesday said.
He smirked. “When are you not?”
Wednesday didn't blink.
Tyler lowered his voice. “You're serious.”
She rolled her eyes. Boys. Even the psychotic, serial killing monster kind.
“Meet me in my room tonight at nine.” Wednesday raised herself up on her toes and kissed him one more time before she left. She already felt breathless.
**
Wednesday knew dating the boy who almost killed her wasn't normal, but she wasn't normal. Neither was Tyler.
He arrived at Nevermore her senior year after Laurel Gates was sent to prison. Apparently, he was as much of a victim as the people he had killed for her. No one at Nevermore wanted anything to do with him though. Some parents even pulled their kids from the academy, including Xavier's and Eugene's. Soon enough, the remaining students didn't even want to be in the same classroom as him anymore in case the Hyde decided to make an appearance. It didn't matter that he hadn't had an episode in over a year. He ended up having to take classes after hours—alone.
Wednesday watched all this from afar, expecting him to drop out, but he didn't.
“I'm tougher than you think.”
Tyler was truly an Outcast.
Which was when the sneaking around started.
In the woods. In Nevermore's basement. In his car. In her room when Enid wasn't there. In his room because no one wanted to room with him.
“I thought you hated me,” Tyler said after they had steamed up his car windows.
She petted his curly hair. “I do.”
**
Later that day, Wednesday told Enid she needed their room tonight.
“And take Thing with you,” she added.
Enid and Thing shared a look.
“What's going on?” Enid asked.
“Tyler's coming over.”
Enid watched her clean up her side of the room. “For?”
Wednesday sighed. “If you must know, we're going to have sex.”
Thing promptly scrambled out the stained glass window.
“Are you sure you're ready?” her roommate asked.
“What do you mean?” Wednesday owned enough human anatomy books to know all the mechanics.
“Sex is a pretty big deal, Wednesday,” Enid said. “It's like a bond. It's the sharing of two souls—”
“Maybe it's like that with you and Ajax, but it won't be for me and Tyler,” Wednesday explained. “We don't have a soul.”
Enid crossed her arms. “You know, it took me awhile to get used to you being with Tyler. I mean, he did try to kill us both, but I forgave him because you forgave him.”
“I did not,” Wednesday quickly said.
“I see right through your act, Wednesday.” Enid gave her a bubbly grin. “You're in love.”
She almost gagged at the thought. It was revolting to even consider the possibility that she could end up like her lovesick, demented parents who enjoyed doing things like reciting sonnets to each other.
“You're wrong,” Wednesday said.
“Someone's in denial.” Enid shrugged and sat on her bed. “Do you at least have any questions for me?”
“About what?”
“You know, sex?”
“Actually, I do.” Wednesday tilted her head. “Did it hurt the first time?”
“Yeah...”
Wednesday's eyes widened with interest.
“But then, it felt amazing,” Enid finished with a big smile.
Wednesday frowned as her shoulders dropped. “That's too bad.”
**
At 8:55, Tyler showed up to Wednesday's room. Evidently, getting laid meant being punctual.
He was still wearing his Nevermore uniform. Wednesday didn't want to admit it, but sometimes she missed seeing him in his normie clothes. The jackets. The polo shirts. The blue jeans. The Weathervane apron. It reminded her of the Tyler she knew before...
“You're not scary, you're just kinda kooky.”
She banished the memory and watched the Tyler now walk over to the table she had set up. He examined the items laying there. Lube. Condoms. Handcuffs. Tasers. Her collection of knives. Most guys would take off running. Tyler, instead, picked up one of the tasers.
“Look familiar?” Wednesday said.
He chuckled. “Where did you get the rest?”
“Lube and condoms are from Amazon. The handcuffs and knives are mine. Birthday gifts from my Uncle Fester.” She picked up the metal cuffs. “I was thinking we could start with this.”
Tyler smiled and turned to her, cupping her cheek with his hand. “I was thinking more like this.” He lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a gentle kiss. When she grabbed the lapels to his striped blazer and tugged him closer, he deepened the kiss, prying their mouths open until their tongues touched. She could taste his minty toothpaste. When they pulled away, Wednesday fixed her gaze on Tyler's burning blue eyes.
Tenderly, he stroked her cheek. “You and I have unfinished business, cockroach.”
Pet names, cute.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another hard, open-mouthed kiss. He guided them to her bed until the back of her knees hit the edge and they both fell on top of her mattress. As much as Wednesday wanted to keep going, she paused, putting her hands on his chest.
She looked up at his confused face. “How do we know you won't...”
“Oh.” Tyler sat up and removed his blazer. “Only one way to find out.”
Wednesday joined him and cautiously began to undress. They moved in unison. Her black blouse. His black tie and crisp white shirt. Her black skirt. His black slacks. When she was only in her black bra and panties, she stopped. Tyler, in his gray underwear, stopped along with her. Despite their numerous make-out sessions, they had never made it this far before, never sure if something would trigger the Hyde. Now, Wednesday could take her time and let her gaze roam his lean and muscular body. There was definitely a monster in the room, and it wasn't the Hyde.
Tyler was staring at her with the same intensity. It was so unnerving, she almost told him to stop, but then, he spoke.
“You're beautiful, Wednesday.”
Gross.
She rather he go back to calling her his “cockroach.” Yet, her belly warmed at his disgusting words.
When it was clear the Hyde wasn't going to materialize, Tyler pulled them back to her bed. He gave her a hungry kiss, giving one of her braided pigtails a forceful tug. She hissed and kissed him even harder. As he moved his mouth down her neck, he reached around and undid her bra. He kissed her breasts, softly licking and sucking on her pert nipples.
“You taste like cinnamon,” he said, swirling his tongue around and around until Wednesday started to whine underneath him.
“Tyler...Tyler...”
Please.
Thankfully, he understood her wordless plea. With his mouth still on her tits, he lowered his hand between her legs. She easily spread them for him. He rubbed the front of her wet panties, drawing circles with his fingers and making her gasp.
“So damn responsive, aren't you, cockroach?" he murmured.
“Shut up.”
Tyler pressed his smile on her shoulder and pushed her panties to the side to trace her bare slit. She had shaved in the shower before he came over. Tyler seemed to agree with her decision, letting out a groan before inserting his long index finger inside her.
Wednesday whimpered. It was a good thing she got the lube. How did one finger make her feel so full already?
Tyler lifted his mouth to hers again, distracting her with more kisses as he pushed a second finger into her cunt. She liked those words. Cunt. Pussy. Fuck. Cock.
That reminded her...
Wednesday slipped her hand into Tyler's underwear, bringing out his hard cock. He was thick and wide, and she felt giddy, knowing how much it was going to hurt going inside her. She started to stroke him.
“Fuck, fuck...” Tyler liked those words too.
“Now, Tyler,” she panted against his mouth.
He nodded and reluctantly moved away to the table. Wednesday quickly shoved her drenched panties off her legs, waiting for his return. But instead of grabbing anything from the table, he picked up his tie from the floor.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Improvising.” He wrapped the tie around his fingers. “Do you trust me, Wednesday?”
She looked into his electric blue eyes, “Of course not,” and offered him her wrists. He gave her a smug smile and expertly bound them together.
“You know your knots,” Wednesday said.
Tyler studied her naked body. “I've been thinking about this moment for a very long time. Now, get back on the bed.”
Wednesday's lips quirked as she followed his direction. She reclined on her pillows, holding her tied wrists out. She parted her slick thighs, her empty pussy aching to be stretched and filled.
Tyler put on a condom, and when he turned and saw how she was displayed on the bed, his eyes softened. “Wednesday, you look...”
“Don't you dare say beautiful.”
“Like a fucking slut,” he said with sincere admiration.
Wednesday blinked as she unexpectedly got choked up. “Really?”
“Really.” Tyler stalked over to her with the bottle of lube. “I mean, look at you. With your pretty tits and mouth. Your flawless skin. Your pigtails. Your big brown eyes. And that pussy—you felt so small and tight around my fingers, Wednesday. When I get my cock inside you...”
It was a threat and a promise.
This—this was their version of a sonnet.
Tyler settled between her open legs and squirted some of the lube on her pussy. He fingered her some more and it was humiliating to see how much she was dripping on his hand.
Wednesday cried out with frustration. “Tyler...”
He brushed her bangs from her eyes. “What is it, cockroach?”
“I—I want you...” her voice meek and shy.
Tyler was the only person she allowed to see her vulnerable and needy and desperate.
She was nearly trembling now. “I want you inside me.”
“What do you want inside you, Wednesday? Come on. Use your words. You're the writer.”
She should have gone for the taser first.
Tyler grabbed her bound wrists and yanked her up from the sheets. “Use. Your. Words.”
Wednesday stared at him. “I want your big cock inside my small, tight pussy, Tyler. I want you to hurt me and make me bleed. I want you to fuck me so hard that I cry. Are those enough words for you?”
Her tone was dry; her pussy was the total opposite.
With a snarl, Tyler dropped her back to the mattress and positioned his cock at her tiny opening.
Finally.
Together, they watched as Tyler thrust the first inch of his cock into her. Wednesday mewled. She didn't know she could even make that kind of sound. He held her down by gripping her slender waist, preventing her from arching off the bed, then shoved his hips forward, adding a few more inches inside. Wednesday pushed her head back into the pillow, tears prickling her eyes. He was too big; she was too small. And it worked.
“Am I hurting you?” Tyler checked her over, watching himself move between her spread legs.
She let out a content sigh. “Yes, keep going.”
Tyler followed her command until he was lodged deep inside her and she was sobbing into her tied hands. It was excruciating and it was exquisite.
Wednesday looked down at where they were joined. It was the filthiest thing she ever seen, the way his cock stretched her pussy. When he pulled out, she winced, noticing the blood—her blood—for the first time.
There was the proof.
The sharing of two souls.
“Wednesday...”
She lifted her gaze to Tyler. His breathing was uneven and his corded muscles were covered in sweat. He was barely holding on. This would be the worst time for the Hyde to come out. Instead, it was Tyler who smothered her. He pinned her wrists over her head and shoved his cock back inside her with one brutal thrust. Wednesday gasped and wrapped her legs around him as he pounded her into the bed. She watched him carefully, searching not only for the Hyde, but for the boy who served her coffee and danced with her.
Tyler slid his hands around her throat.
There he was.
The first boy she kissed. The first monster she tortured.
As Tyler applied pressure to her neck, he continued to drill his cock into her soaked pussy. It was a deadly combination. Wednesday's eyes rolled back and she let out a scream she was sure the entire school could hear. She started to convulse, coming hard and fast on his cock and with his hands wrapped around her throat.
Her visions were never wrong.
With a couple more frantic thrusts, Tyler let out a loud groan and spilled inside the condom. Even through the latex, she felt his hot cum pouring out of him. When he finished, he released his hold on her throat and collapsed on top of her heaving body.
Wednesday was still shaking and seeing stars. Her anatomy books had left out that part. She couldn't believe how powerfully she climaxed—and in the missionary position of all things. They would have to test others (preferably with handcuffs) to see if her next orgasm would be just as strong and amazing.
That meant Enid had been right after all.
The room became quiet. Tyler stayed inside Wednesday, softly kissing the curve of her breasts. She didn't mind. She ran her fingers through his ruffled hair, and he lifted his head to give her a small smile. His blazing blue eyes crinkled at her touch. He looked deceivingly adorable. Just the way she liked him. He kissed his way back up to her mouth.
In that moment, a new vision blinded her.
Graduation day. Surrounded by their friends and family. Tyler down on one knee. One of her knives in his hand, slicing open her palm.
“Wednesday Addams, will you marry me?”
Wednesday, teary-eyed and grinning. “Yes!”
Tyler grinning back and sealing his own cut hand over hers, bonding them for the rest of their lives.
When she came to, Tyler was holding her with an anxious look. “Wednesday, what happened? What did you see?”
Her smile almost reached her eyes. “The most horrible thing imaginable.”
THE END