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Wednesday Addams signed up for Jiu-Jitsu for one reason only: control.
Control over the anger that burned too hot and too fast inside her ribs, and she learned quickly. Too quickly. The techniques were locked into her body like muscle memory; she had been born with. She climbed belts at an alarming pace, leaving impressed Senseis, whispered complaints, and a trail of bruised egos in her wake, especially from the men in her class, but he never cared.
On the mat, she was brutal. She bent joints too far, struck too precisely, always aiming to break rather than yield. And yet, it left her unsatisfied. She wanted more. She wanted an opponent worth her time.
Then Enid Sinclair showed up.
With bright pink gym clothes. Music blasting so loudly from her AirPods that half the room could hear it. Smiling like she belonged everywhere all at once.
A newly arrived werewolf with uncontained strength and a smile that did not know when to quit. She signed up to learn restraint in human form, to keep from breaking things, people included. She laughed when she was thrown on the mat, apologized when she won, and thanked people after tapping them out.
Wednesday hated her immediately.
The first time they were paired, Wednesday went in fearless and ruthless, striking from every angle. Enid let herself be manhandled by the smaller woman, absorbing every blow, always smiling, like some dumb jock.
Their matches started to become more frequent, inevitable, and escalated every time.
Wednesday struck harder, moved faster. Pushing Enid into corners she had never intended to visit, and every time, Enid met her there with wide eyes and steady hands, absorbing the impact like she was built for it.
“Do not hold back,” Wednesday snapped during one bout, breath sharp, knee digging into Enid’s ribs.
“I’m not,” Enid whispered back. But she still was.
The rumors started soon after. Other students whispering around them. Everyone knew they were rivals; others thought they were obsessed with each other, and then there were those who thought that they were sleeping together or were trying to kill each other.
There was too much tension between them, too many rematches, and as of recent, too many glances held half a second too long on the mat. That’s why people started to talk.
Wednesday shut every one of them down with a glare sharp enough to cut bone.
Enid didn’t care. There was something about the petite goth that drew her in.
She learned Wednesday’s coffee order by scent alone and would leave her a cup on the bench in front of her locker without comment. She would slip dark chocolate into Wednesday’s gym bag after every match, like a quiet offering.
She started standing too close, listening carefully to what Wednesday said, and noticed things no one else did. She smelled stress on Wednesday before she admitted it herself. She memorized the rhythm of her breathing when she was angry, tired, and, as of recently, afraid…
And when Wednesday realized, it scared her more than any fight ever had…
On the night of Enid’s final test, the room was packed with curious students eager to see how this would end.
Enid needed the win to advance to her final belt. Wednesday needed it for reasons she refused to name.
No more holding back, no mercy, and most definitely no excuses.
They bowed; the bell rang.
And Enid finally unleashed everything she had.
The fight was brutal and unforgiving. Every strike was precise and earned with every grip as a confession. Wednesday’s anger met Enid’s strength head-on, sparks flying where restraint had once lived.
When it ended, both of them were breathing heavily in each other’s arms. Wednesday was bruised, aching, and something inside her had shifted.
Pinned beneath Enid’s weight, with her arms over her head, Wednesday stared up at her, pulse roaring, anger burning down to something raw and honest.
For the first time, Enid did not smile. She lowered herself to whisper in her ear, “Still hate me?” She asked quietly as her lower lip brushed over Wednesday’s ear accidentally.
Wednesday exhaled, slow and ruined. “No,” she admitted. “Just…finish me off after this…” She added, eyes dark and dangerous.
Enid read between the lines, smiled, and gave one eager nod as Wednesday tapped out.
…
Wednesday was the first to leave, seething inwardly even as her expression remained an icy mask of calm.
She strode out of the dojo with her head held high after Enid accepted her final belt with unrestrained pride. Reaching her car, Wednesday tossed her gym bag into the back seat and slid behind the wheel. Only then did she release the deep breath she'd been holding. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel until a soft tap sounded at the window.
A sheepish-looking Enid stood there, shrugging apologetically.
Wednesday rolled her eyes and unlocked her door. Enid climbed into the passenger seat with a bright smile. “Howdy.”
Wednesday huffed in frustration, “Must you gloat?”
"I'm not!" Enid buckled her seatbelt. Wednesday stared at her as though she'd sprouted a second head. "What are you doing?"
Enid raised an eyebrow, “I thought we were…”
Wednesday jerked her gaze away, a faint blush creeping up her neck, “I know what you thought. I meant, why are you not following in your own car?”
“Oh! It’s not here.” Enid pulled a piece of chocolate from her backpack. One that Wednesday recognized immediately as the ones that mysteriously appeared in her own bag. “I ran here.” Enid added, “It helps me burn off energy before sparring.”
Wednesday stared at her, frowning. Of course, the wolf would show up already spent as if it were nothing. “Very well. Let us go.” She revved the engine, backed out of the parking lot, and pulled onto the street.
“So…when you said…” Enid began to question.
“Must I explain everything to you?” Wednesday snapped, knuckles whitening on the wheel. “You know exactly what I meant.”
Enid chuckled, “Yeah, but it’d be fun to hear you say it.”
Wednesday slammed on the brakes. Enid’s seatbelt jerked tight over her chest. “Ow! What the hell, Wednesday?”
“If you are going to keep teasing, it is best that you get out and go home.” Wednesday unlocked the doors with a scoff.
Enid grinned wider. “Now, where’s the fun in that? Don’t forget I’ve already had you under me, Miss Addams.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed as she hit the gas again. They reached her apartment faster than expected. She stepped out; Enid followed with a smug smile plastered on her face.
“This way,” Wednesday said, leading them up the steps of her lavish place.
Enid stepped in and let out a low whistle, “This place is amazing!” She wandered around, touching everything within reach. She trailed her fingers along the spines of several books in Wednesday’s bookshelf, inspected her records, and was about to touch an exotic-looking plant.
“Careful.” Wednesday warned coolly, “She bites.”
Enid yanked her hand back, eyes wide, and then turned to Wednesday, “So…”
Wednesday’s face remained impassive. “Follow me.” And Enid obeyed.
At the end of a long corridor, Enid expected a bedroom. Instead, Wednesday opened the doors to a small, private training room lined with mats.
She spun abruptly, and Enid nearly collided with her. “I want a rematch.” Wednesday jabbed a finger into Enid’s chest. “You and I. No witnesses.”
Enid smirked, “Seriously? That’s why you brought me here?”
“Scared, Sinclair?” Wednesday challenged, already stretching in the center of the mats.
Enid dropped her backpack. “Not even.” She stepped forward and got into position.
“No restraint and do not hold back, or I will kill you.” Wednesday threatened.
Enid’s smirk deepened, “Deal.”
And they clashed.
Wednesday’s hands landed on Enid’s shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of her uniform. Enid gripped Wednesday’s hips, shoving backward and hooking a leg behind hers to sweep her down. But Wednesday was faster, stepping forward and to the right, taking Enid down to the mat.
“What did I say?” Wednesday protested. It had felt too easy.
“What? That was a clean takedown.” Enid countered, without a sweat. “But if you insist…” She wrapped her free leg around Wednesday’s knee, catching her off guard and flipping their positions. She pinned Wednesday fully, arms locked above her head, bodies flush. “There. Take it.”
Wednesday growled, straining against Enid’s wolfish strength. She twisted, managed to slip one leg beneath Enid’s, and immediately regretted it. Now she lay between one of Enid’s thighs, her knee dangerously close to pressing at her core.
Enid’s eyes glinted with curiosity. She inhaled deeply, the air between them thickening. Slowly, she lowered herself until their bodies aligned. She felt Wednesday’s pulse hammering under the grip on her wrists. “Give up?”
Wednesday scoffed, “Never.” She tried flipping them over, but nothing budged.
Enid decided to test her theory and nudged her knee up, pressing just enough. Wednesday’s mouth gave her away as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Enid’s smile widened, “You like that, don’t you, Wednesday?” She pressed a little harder.
Wednesday’s eyes fluttered shut, and she threw her head back, bearing her neck.
Enid leaned in, breath hot over her ear, “You love being dominated, don’t you?” Another deliberate press; Wednesday squirmed, “You love being at the big bad wolf’s mercy.”
Wednesday would be lying if she said she hadn’t been turned on since their previous fight, but she’d never admit to it aloud. “You could never handle an Addams.” She rasped, voice low and rough.
Enid dragged her nose along Wednesday’s neck. “Your scent is…intoxicating.” Wednesday’s pulse jumped under her palms. Enid eased one hand free, giving Wednesday an opening.
Wednesday seized the opportunity, grabbing a fistful of Enid’s hair, pulling harshly, “Naughty wolf…” She said breathlessly, “I should scalp you this instant.”
Enid growled, fangs flashing as she snapped inches from Wednesday’s face. “Not if I rip your windpipe out first.” The low rumble sent a visible shiver down Wednesday’s spine. Her grip slackened as Enid rocked her knee again. A louder moan broke free.
“Fuck, you sound amazing,” Enid murmured, continuing the slow grind.
Wednesday let out a shaky breath, “Is that…is that all you can do? Hump me like a needy dog?”
Enid snarled, ripping Wednesday’s uniform open with ease, “I'll show you what I can do.” She stared down at a now-unpinned Wednesday, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Then she lowered herself on her again, “Tell me when to stop, ok?” She whispered, her voice softening.
Wednesday nodded, clear and consenting.
Enid dove in. Her teeth grazing Wednesday’s neck, her tongue chasing the beads of sweat rolling towards her collarbone. One hand pinning Wednesday’s wrists back over her head, the other trailing a claw down the side of her body.
Wednesday’s body reacted on instinct, her hips bucking unconsciously. Enid chuckled, “Who’s the needy one now?” Before Wednesday could retort, Enid’s mouth closed over one perky breast. “Fuck…” Wednesday moaned freely as Enid sucked on the sensitive nipple, alternating with gentle bites she knew Wednesday would crave.
“You're such a good girl, Wends.” Enid murmured between pulls. “So willing…so ready to give yourself to me…” She slid upward, nuzzling her neck, “Your scent is so…alluring.” Her fangs grazed her pulse point once more. She sucked a dark hickey there. “I want them to know…”
Wednesday’s back arched.
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” Enid bit down harder, claiming her fully.
Wednesday’s eyes flew open, pulse thundering, core slick with need. She wanted this, needed the damned wolf more than air. “Fuck me, Enid…” Her voice cracked, raw and desperate. Her body burned under Enid’s hands. “I…desire you…”
Enid didn’t need to be told twice.
She licked Wednesday’s neck clean, tasting copper, salt, and surrender, then peppered open-mouthed kisses down the sharp plane of her sternum, over taut abs that jumped beneath her lips. Claws raked lightly yet never breaking skin, just enough to make Wednesday arch, before Enid’s hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, thumbs circling her already-hard nipples.
“God, Wednesday,” Enid breathed against her skin, the words slipping out like a long-held secret. “I’ve wanted you for so long…”
Wednesday’s breath hitched. She lifted her hips without prompting, letting Enid hook fingers into the waistband of her pants and drag them down, along with the soaked underwear beneath. A dark, glistening patch stained the fabric; the scent of her arousal hit Enid like a drug. She swallowed hard, eyes darkening.
Enid rose onto her knees and stripped off her own uniform in quick, efficient movements, tossing everything aside until she knelt bare above Wednesday. Moonlight from the high window carved shadows across her toned frame, highlighting the strength in her shoulders, the curve of her hips, the faint scars from old spars that only made her more striking.
Wednesday stared, hungry and unashamed. Her hand drifted up, fingers tracing the ridges of Enid’s abs with something close to reverence. “How can someone so infuriating be so…exquisite?” She murmured, voice low and husky, as though the admission physically pained her.
Enid’s grin was slow and feral. She leaned down until their noses brushed. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Addams.”
She captured Wednesday’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Her teeth bit down, nibbling on her lip, her tongue desperate to feel the heat of her mouth, while one of her hands slid between them… Fingers found slick folds and circled her clit with the pressure Wednesday craved. Her hips jerked as a choked sound tore from her throat into Enid’s mouth.
Enid pulled back just enough to watch her face. “Look at me,” she ordered softly.
Wednesday’s eyes were dark, dilated, and locked onto hers in an instant.
“Good girl. I wanna look into your eyes as you cum for me…” Enid purred, sliding one finger inside, then another, curling them against the spot that made Wednesday’s back arch off the mat. “You’re so wet for me…” She groaned, undulating her fingers in and out in a slow and steady rhythm. “You’ve been like this since the gym, haven’t you?”
Wednesday lunged forward, biting Enid’s lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood. She refused to answer with words, but her body answered for her, clenching around Enid’s fingers, hips rocking shamelessly.
Enid kissed down her jaw again as she added her thumb against Wednesday’s clit, rubbing circles around the swollen nub. “Say it.” She whispered, lips brushing the shell of Wednesday’s ear. “Tell me you’ve wanted this too.”
Wednesday’s hands flew to Enid’s shoulders, nails digging crescents into skin. “I…” A gasp as Enid crooked her fingers again, making her eyes squeeze shut with pleasure and shame… “I have wanted…” Her breathing faltered, “Fuck…wanted you under me, over me, inside me…since the moment you pinned me like prey.”
Enid grunted, the sound vibrating against Wednesday’s throat. “That’s my girl.”
She sped up, driving deeper, relentless, until Wednesday’s control shattered. Her thighs trembled, breath coming in sharp, broken pants. Enid felt the flutter, the sudden tight grip, and leaned in to bite down on the unmarked side of Wednesday’s neck, claiming her again, her whole body seized, every muscle locking as the wave crashed through her, coming undone with a raw, unrestrained cry that echoed off the training-room walls.
Enid didn’t stop right away. She worked her through the aftershocks, slow and gentle now, licking the fresh mark she’d left until Wednesday’s trembling eased.
Only then did she withdraw her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean while holding Wednesday’s gaze.
Wednesday watched, chest heaving, something dangerously soft flickering behind her usual ice.
Enid settled beside her on the mat, pulling Wednesday half on top of her so their legs tangled. She pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to Wednesday’s temple.
“Still wanna scalp me?” She teased quietly.
Wednesday huffed, but didn’t move away. Instead, she draped an arm across Enid’s waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns over her warm skin.
“Later.” She muttered. “Let me enjoy this.” She closed her eyes and nuzzled her head under Enid’s chin.
Enid laughed softly and held her tighter.
…
They drifted off like that, tangled limbs on the warm mats, Enid’s steady heartbeat a low like a drum under Wednesday’s ear, the faint scent of sweat and chocolate lingering in the air. The training room lights had dimmed to a soft glow hours ago, casting long shadows across the walls.
Wednesday woke first, as she always did during witching hours. Her internal clock was merciless. She lay still for a moment, cataloging the warmth of Enid’s body, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the fresh bruises blooming on her own neck like dark petals. Memories of what happened between them flashed through her mind. She had wanted the wolf for some time, but was way too stubborn to admit it. She smiled to herself in a silent self-confession. She was pulled from her thoughts when her gaze drifted to Enid’s discarded backpack in the corner.
The belt, lying flat over it.
That obnoxious proof of Enid’s victory, the one she had accepted with that infuriating grin earlier tonight. Wednesday’s lips curved into a full-blown smirk. Was she being petty? Absolutely. Would it be satisfying? Inevitably.
She slipped free with Addams precision, silent, fluid, and not disturbing a single hair on Enid’s head. The belt was still neatly folded in its packaging. The thick cotton was crisp and unyielding, the fabric stiff from being brand-new. Wednesday unfolded slowly, admiring the clean rows of stitching and the gleaming gold rank bars.
She tested its weight in her hands, snapping it once against her palm, substantial but not heavy. She then looped it around her own wrist experimentally. It was sturdy and flexible to knot, yet rigid enough to hold tension. Perfect.
Enid stirred when Wednesday straddled her hips, knees pinning her waist to the mat. Her wolf senses kicked in a bit too late, too blissed from earlier to react fast enough. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy at first, then sharpened with delight as she registered the figure above her.
“Wednesday…” Enid’s voice was rough from sleep, a grin already spreading on her lips at Wednesday's naked body above her. “Sneaky goth. What are you up to?”
Wednesday held up the belt like evidence. “You won this earlier. Paraded it and gloated. Now…” She leaned down until their naked chests pressed, flushed, voice low and lethal. “I want you to earn it back, or I keep it as a memento of your temporary triumph,” she murmured, peppering slow kisses along Enid’s jawline."
Enid’s laugh was a soft rumble. “You want to use my own belt against me? That’s cold, even for you.”
“Cold?” Wednesday lifted her body to straddle her waist again. Her hands trailed down Enid’s side, nails light enough to tease. “I prefer precise.”
As she trailed her hands back up, she made Enid lift her arms over her head, as she was earlier, and with one swift movement, the belt was looped around Enid’s wrists in a quick, efficient double-wrap, the kind that held but could be yanked free if needed. She pulled the ends tight, knotting it securely above Enid’s head. It wasn’t inescapable, just…symbolic.
Enid tested the hold, muscles flexing, a low growl vibrating in her throat. “You know I could break this if I wanted.”
“You could.” Wednesday settled her weight more firmly, grinding her slick heat just above Enid’s mound, teasing, deliberate rolls that brushed the sensitive skin but denied the friction she craved. A sharp inhale escaped Enid’s lips, her body arching instinctively. “But you would not ruin your newly earned reward, would you?” She pinched a nipple between her fingers and rolled. “So, submit, Sinclair. I want you to beg for your belt. Then maybe I will be merciful enough to let you have it back.”
Enid’s pupils blew wide, fangs peeking as she arched up instinctively. “Fuck…you fight dirty.”
Wednesday’s response was a slow drag of her nails down Enid’s abs, then lower, sliding one hand between her own legs and teasing Enid’s sensitive slit where she needed her most. “We fight to win.”
She took her time, agonizingly so. Fingers brushing, dipping only to retreat. Her mouth landed on Enid’s neck, mirroring the marks she’d left earlier but sharper and more possessive. Enid writhed, wrists straining against the taut cotton, hips bucking for friction that Wednesday denied with ruthless control.
“Wednesday…please…” Enid’s voice cracked, half-growl, half-whimper.
“Not yet.” Wednesday’s mouth moved to a nipple, teeth grazing. “Say it properly. Tell me who the belt belongs to now.”
Enid’s head fell back against the mat, chest heaving as Wednesday sucked on her breast. “You…It’s yours. Fuck…take it. Take me. Just…fuck…”
Wednesday finally gave in, a dark smirk curling her lips. She shifted her hips with deliberate precision, aligning their sexes, parting her folds and Enid’s with nimble fingers. She pressed down, cores now flush, clits brushing against each other in that first electric contact. Enid gasped at the sudden heat, the wet slide of their arousals mingling as Wednesday began to grind: slow at first, then deeper, more insistent.
Their slick, coated folds were slippery and hot, easing the friction into something addictive. Wednesday rocked her hips in tight waves, then in long strokes that brushed their clits together with every pass. Enid could feel every pulse, every throb mirrored back to her; the pressure built low in her belly like a storm gathering, thighs trembling as she instinctively rocked up to meet Wednesday’s rhythm.
Their bodies moved in tandem, sweat-slick skin sliding, breaths syncing in sharp pants. The belt creaked under Enid’s straining wrists, cotton biting into her skin as she arched, chasing more. Wednesday leaned forward, one hand braced beside Enid’s head, the other gripping her hip to hold the angle perfect. She moaned as Enid grunted. Their pleasure was amplified and just perfect.
Enid’s body began to tremble, her thighs spreading, giving Wednesday more direct contact. “Fuck…I’m gonna…” A raw, animalistic growl tore from Enid’s throat as the wave crashed through her. She came hard, shaking violently, hips bucking uncontrollably against Wednesday’s relentless grind. Slick gushed between them, warm and messy, prolonging the aftershocks until Enid collapsed back against the mat, chest heaving.
Wednesday didn’t stop immediately; she rode out the last flutters with slower, teasing rolls, drawing soft whimpers from Enid before finally easing off, their bodies still pressed close, slick cooling between them. Only then did she reach up, fingers deftly untying the knot. The belt slithered free; Enid’s wrists were red but unmarked.
Enid stayed as still as she could and then yanked Wednesday on top of her with sudden wolf strength. They rolled sideways, teasing, breathless, and still panting between languid kisses, wrestling for the belt until Enid finally claimed it back.
“Rematch tomorrow?” Enid murmured, looping it loosely around both their waists like a shared claim.
Wednesday huffed against her neck, already half-asleep. “Inevitably.”
Enid pressed a kiss to her temple, softer this time. “Good. I like winning against you.”
Wednesday’s reply was a quiet, dangerous murmur: “And I like making you earn it.”
They drifted off again, belt tangled between them, the training room silent except for their synced breathing.