Weekly Dose of Lemon (Wednesday Addams) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

All characters engaging in sexual act are eighteen years or older.

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Chapter 1: Wednesday

Jericho, Vermont [Woods]

The air in Nevermore Academy always carried the faint, cloying scent of pine and privilege. For Naruto Uzumaki, it was a smell that never quite settled right. He wasn't a monster, a siren, or a werewolf—he was just… Naruto. The Uzumaki name was a dead-end, an anomaly even in this institution dedicated to the anomalous. He was here because Enid Sinclair, a walking, breathing burst of cotton candy optimism and his current girlfriend, had insisted.

He loved Enid, truly. Her brightness chased away the shadows, and her genuine affection was a balm to the scars he carried, the quiet trauma of a world he’d left behind. But the shadows… they were still there. And one shadow in particular held a strange, magnetic pull.

Wednesday Addams.

She was the antithesis of everything in his life: pale where he was tanned, silent where he was boisterous, morbid where he was stubbornly life-affirming. Yet, when he looked at her, he saw not a death wish, but a desperate, beautiful kind of survival. A quiet strength that resonated deep within the core of the monster he’d once hosted.

His attraction was a quiet, constant pressure, like a low-grade headache. He’d tried to ignore it, burying himself in helping Enid with her dorms over-the-top décor or defending her from the casual cruelty of Nevermore’s in-crowd.

Tonight, however, the silence of the woods had been broken by something sharper than a twig snap.

Naruto had been on a late-night run, the familiar churn of chakra a comfort, when he heard the faint, controlled scream. Wednesday. Even in peril, she sounded more annoyed than terrified.

He blurred. The familiar yellow-orange chakra shroud flickered, not a full Kyuubi cloak, but enough for speed. He arrived at the overgrown clearing to find Wednesday pinioned against the trunk of a dying elm, a hulking figure—some kind of jock-turned-Hyde—snarling over her.

“Get away from her, asshole!” Naruto’s voice was a low snarl, the years of combat reflex kicking in.

The creature hesitated, turning its distorted face toward the new threat. It lunged, not with cunning, but with brute force.

Naruto met it halfway. It was over in three moves. A palm strike to the gut that felt like a sledgehammer, overloading its nervous system. A sweep kick that took out its knees. And a final, non-lethal chakra-enhanced fist to the jaw that sent the creature sprawling into the muck, unconscious.

Naruto stood over it, panting lightly, the yellow chakra receding into his body. He looked up, his gaze meeting Wednesday’s.

She hadn't moved. Her black eyes were wide, not in fear, but in an appraisal so intense it felt like a physical touch.

“That was… efficient,” she noted, her voice flat, but the corners of her mouth twitched. A ghost of a smile. “A most satisfying application of violence.”

He walked over to her, his heart hammering not from the fight, but from her proximity. He lifted a hand, intending to check for injuries, but stopped short.

“Are you hurt, Wednesday?”

“Only insulted by the poor form of my attacker,” she replied, her eyes never leaving his. “However, I believe your presence was a necessary evil. I prefer my demise to be poetic, not sloppy.”

He chuckled, a short, breathy sound. The danger had passed, and the residual adrenaline was mixing with the constant, quiet attraction he felt for her, creating a potent, volatile cocktail.

He noticed a small tear in the lace of her cuff, the dark fabric catching on the rough bark. He reached out, his fingers brushing the cool, pale skin of her wrist as he gently tugged the fabric free.

“You’re shaking,” he observed, his voice soft.

“Adrenaline,” she dismissed, but her body was taut, coiled like a viper ready to strike or… embrace.

He didn't know what possessed him. Maybe it was the lingering scent of ozone from his chakra, the shared danger, or simply the desperate, inevitable culmination of months of suppressed longing. He looked down at her, her face a pale canvas of perfection, her lips parted slightly.

He lowered his head.

Lemon Scene Ahead

The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a clash of wills, a sudden, desperate seizure of something forbidden. She met him with an immediate, shocking intensity. Her hands, cold as marble, shot up, gripping the back of his neck, the slightest pressure of her thumbnail scraping his skin. It wasn’t a tender caress; it was a demand.

His world narrowed to the taste of her—bitter coffee and something faintly metallic, like rain on stone. He shifted, pinning her more firmly against a tree, his body a warm contrast to her icy coolness. The contrast was exhilarating.

He broke the kiss, needing air, but only moved to trail hot, wet kisses down her jawline to the column of her neck.

“Naruto,” she breathed, his name a low, rough sound that sounded like a curse and a blessing all at once.

“Wednesday,” he echoed, his voice gravelly.

He scooped her up, his strength easily managing her lithe weight, and carried her deeper into the thicket, toward a secluded spot he'd often used for training. She didn't protest, merely wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder.

They fell onto a mossy bank, the forest floor soft beneath them. The silence was absolute now, broken only by their ragged breathing.

Naruto knelt over her, his hands trembling as he pushed aside the heavy sheets of her black hair. Her eyes were dark pools, unreadable, yet they held his gaze captive.

“This… this is a profound mistake,” she stated, her voice even but made no move to stop the boyfriend of the closest thing she has to a friend.

“I know,” he agreed, his breath catching. “But it’s one I have to make.”

Naruto kissed her again, slower this time, a deliberate exploration. She responded by pulling his shirt from his trousers, her cold fingers trailing fire across his skin, he broke the kiss and looked down a Wednesday with lustful eyes.

He stripped off his own shirt, revealing the scarred, muscled expanse of his torso. The sight elicited a subtle, almost imperceptible widening of her eyes—a silent stamp of approval. He watched, fascinated, as she began to unbutton her own lace-trimmed blouse, her movements economical and precise.

When the blouse was discarded, he saw the simple black corset beneath, and her startlingly white skin. He reached out, his hands covering her breasts, the hard points of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

A small gasp escaped her. He leaned down, taking her mouth again, swallowing the sound.

This was not a romance; it was an something else. A merging of two people who carried a world of trauma, finding a temporary, desperate release in the other. He felt her hands trace the sharp lines of his scars, a sign that she saw the damage and embraced it.

He quickly shed the rest of his remaining clothes. The sight of her pale, slender body, stretched out and waiting, was almost too much; her breasts were bigger than he thought, a good C cup comparable to Enid's. His eyes trailed down to Wednesday's parted legs and to her slit; it was as pale as the rest of her, with pretty pink flesh peeking out.

No words were needed; Naruto, with his hands on either side of Wednesday's head, his body between her spread thighs, his rod aimed at her already wet pussy.

He entered her with a controlled, steady push, and Wednesday let out a sharp intake of breath, her back arching. He paused, looking into her eyes, checking for the slightest hint of regret or pain. There was none. Only a dark, fierce satisfaction.

Naruto didn't feel her hymen break but knew she was a virgin because who other than him is suicide enough to stick their dick inside Wednesday Addams.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded, the words barely a whisper. “I want to feel the full, mortifying extent of this temporary pleasure.”

Her words almost made him chuckle; they were so Wednesday. A normal person would just tell him to keep going, but she had to make herself sound indifferent, even when in this position with her virgin tight slit clenching his cock. He began to move, slow at first, then accelerating into a rhythm born of desperation and the heady thrill of transgression. Their bodies clashed, a study in contrasts: his sun-warmed skin against her ice-cold flesh, his loud, ragged moans against her quiet, almost silent expressions of pleasure.

He watched her face, searching for a crack in her icy composure, and found it. Her eyelids fluttered, her perfectly composed lips were bruised from his kisses, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

When he drove into her, harder, deeper, finding the perfect, exquisite spot, she let out a low, guttural moan that was all animal and no Addams. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Naruto couldn't help but compare her and Enid, his girlfriend. Both women were tight, but while Wednesday's skin is cool, Enid is hot. Not only that, but Wednesday is also wetter; her pussy was soaked. Not to say Enid doesn't get wet, but Wednesday had soaked his cock and balls and had formed a small puddle under them.

The most surprising difference is the fact that Wednesday seems to be a submissive lover; she had let him do whatever he wanted to her, whereas Enid was more proactive. She would try to get on top and ride him, and most of the time he would have to place his hand around her neck and hold her in place to keep her under control.

He enjoyed the way her expression, that was usually guarded, contorted in pleasure, the way she moaned out, unable to hold her voice any longer, and the sound their bodies made every time they collided. Naruto knew he was close, so he increased the speed of his thrusts.

Naruto reached his climax in a rush of blinding pleasure, pouring his seed into her, his body shaking with the force of it. He collapsed onto her, their sweat-slicked bodies clinging together.

Naruto was the first to stir. He looked at the girl beneath him, now quiet, her breath coming in even, shallow puffs. He felt a sharp, immediate spike of guilt for what he had done to Enid, but it was quickly buried under the heavy blanket of satisfaction and a strange, quiet understanding with Wednesday.

He kissed her forehead, a lingering, tender gesture. “We should go back,” he murmured.

Naruto slowly got off Wednesday; his dick left her sore pussy with a loud wet pop. She groaned at the sensation as his seed leaked out of her, but the Addams made no move to stop it.

"Let's get dressed," Naruto said as he started to get dressed; his eyes trailed Wednesday's naked pale flesh as she got to her feet.

Lemon Scene End

Wednesday nodded, her expression back to its customary blankness. The moment was over.

The female Addams wondered if Naruto always came inside his partners like he had her; she could imagine Enid letting him, not caring if she got pregnant. Funny enough, Wednesday didn't feel disgusted by the idea of letting Naruto's seed take root inside her. As soon as the thought came to her, she pushed it aside.

They dressed quickly, efficiently, saying nothing. The air was thick with the scent of pine, earth, and something undeniably, powerfully sexual.

Naruto watched her walk away, a shadow blending into the deeper gloom of the forest. He lingered for a moment, then melted into the night, heading toward the boys' dorm, the guilt now beginning to chew its way through his temporary pleasure. But he couldn't help but let an idea form of him having both Enid and Wednesday.

"Maybe there is a way I can make that happen," Naruto thought. He imagined himself on top of Enid, his bright, bubbly wolf, and Wednesday, his dark raven. He felt his rod harden again and thought about going after Wednesday but knew she would stab him if he tried to fuck her sore pussy again. "This was a one-time thing; there is no way that both Enid and Wednesday would agree to share me." He left for his room to take a very cold shower.

Wednesday's Dorm

Wednesday slipped back into her side of the dorm, the window latch barely making a sound. The first breath she took was a deep one, savoring the faint scent of rain and rot that was their room.

Then she paused. The familiar, overwhelming scent of… Enid hit her. It was a suffocating blend of rainbows, glitter, and sweetness.

Before meeting Enid, Wednesday was unaware that rainbows and glitter could possess fragrances, but they do.

“Wednesday! You’re back!” Enid chirped from her bed, the light of her phone illuminating her bright, expectant face. “Where were you? I was so worried! It's really dark outside tonight, you know!”

Wednesday moved toward her own bed, but Enid sniffed the air, her face crinkling in confusion. As a developing werewolf, her senses were acute.

She sniffed again, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Wait… Wends, what is that smell?”

Wednesday stopped, her posture rigid.

“Smell?” she asked, her voice flat, the picture of practiced indifference, even as she felt Naruto's seed inside her womb and some leaking out from her panties.

Enid got out of bed, her brightly colored pajamas a mockery of the darkness Wednesday's side of the room. She walked over, sniffing the air around her roommate like a bloodhound.

“It’s… it’s the smell of Naruto’s cologne. You smell exactly like him. But… it’s mixed with something else. Something really musky and intense… like… sex.”

Enid looked up at Wednesday, her big, blue eyes wide and suddenly devoid of all light. The smile was gone, replaced by a look of devastating betrayal that quickly changed to a feral rage.

Wednesday met her gaze, her expression unchanged, her mind already calculating the most effective, cold-blooded retort.

“Indeed,” Wednesday replied, her voice smooth and devoid of remorse. “It seems a profound and most mortifying mistake has been made.”

At that moment, some of Naruto's seed leaked down Wednesday's thighs. Enid, smelling the scent, moved her eyes downward to see the white liquid. Her eyes turned blank, then the nails of both her hands changed into claws, and her face turned beast-like. Then she launched herself at Wednesday with a killing intent that would make the female Addams proud if it were not aimed at her; indeed, mistakes were made.

Chapter End

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A/N: Hey everyone! Although this chapter of Weekly Dose of Lemon didn't win the poll, I came up with the idea and wrote it anyway. I'm really pleased with how it turned out, so I'm excited to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy it! The Weekly Dose of Lemon poll will still be posted as usual.