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“This isn’t what I came here for, Yero,” Elphaba admonishes, frowning down at him as she tightens her fingers in his hair.
Fiyero grins at her from there he’s been determinedly shoving her shirt up so that he can kiss at her stomach while she tries stubbornly, futilely, to read from her history textbook.
“I think it actually is,” he murmurs, pausing to sink his teeth into her stomach in a way that will startle but not mark. Elphaba yelps and then moans as he licks over the spot to soothe the sting, and Fiyero’s smile grows, triumphant, at the noise. “I think, sometimes, you know exactly what you want — but you don’t know how to ask for it.”
Elphaba scoffs, though the noise is decidedly less full of her usual irritation. “No, I definitely came here to study.”
Fiyero pulls back, hands on her hips and lips bright red and shiny with spit as he stares at her, blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“Oh okay, my bad. Let’s just—”
He’s crawling up the bed, side quest seemingly forgotten as he reaches for his own history textbook. Elphaba watches him with wide, green eyes, her chest still heaving with the effort of her breathing (and honestly, he hasn’t even done that much, get yourself together, Thropp!) More than that, though, there’s a distinct ache between her legs that demands attention.
Oh, he’s going to be insufferable.
“Yero…”
Her voice is nearly a whine, something that she hadn’t known herself capable of before Fiyero.
He turns, eyes sparkling, textbook in hand.
“Yes, my love?”
Elphaba bites her lip, her own hand traveling down her stomach as she lets her history book fall closed on the bed next to her.
Fiyero grins, his eyes wild as he watches the path of her fingers down past her blouse, pausing at the waistband of her trousers.
She bites her lip and turns her head, green meeting blue as she dips one finger below the waistband, testing.
Fiyero hums and lets his textbook fall open to the chapter they’re supposed to be studying.
“Would you like me to read aloud while you take notes? I know that’s one of your favorite methods of … studying. Listening to my voice, you know.”
Elphaba properly whines this time and Fiyero’s eyes dance with glee.
“Fiyero.”
“Come here, my love,” he murmurs, softening for a moment as he holds his arms out to her.
Elphaba blows out a relieved breath and scrambles up the bed, sighing happily as Fiyero arranges her in his arms until her back is to his front and his thighs are on either side of her body. He drops his head to her shoulder so that he can see around her, and then grabs her hand in his, guiding it back to where it was before he reaches for their history textbook.
“Yero, what.”
He laughs and nudges her hand while opening to the page they’d last been on.
“You came here to study,” he reminds her, lips brushing her ear as he runs one large, hot hand up and down her thigh. Her own fingers flex where they press against her belly, and Fiyero watches, intent, as she slowly slides her hand into her pants, not quite touching yet, just resting on her pubic bone. “Good girl,” he whispers, words hot against her ear. He darts his tongue out to trace the shell, grinning as she shudders in his arms, her fingers inching further into her trousers. “Now, listen: I hear this is supposed to be on the test next week.”
Elphaba groans, her head lolling back onto Fiyero’s shoulder as he reads aloud from their textbook, his voice smooth like honey and deep, his accent wrapping around the words like a caress.
And as he begins to talk about The Great Drought, she slips her hand beneath the band of her panties and runs her fingers up and down her slit, blowing out a stuttering breath as she realizes exactly how wet she is.
Maybe she had come here for this, at least a little bit.
“Many historians in Oz believe — yeah, just like that, Fae, oh Oz you look so pretty. Come on, baby, touch your clit.”
Elphaba does as requested, sliding two fingers through her wetness to press over the swollen nub, whimpering when a shock of pleasure runs through her body. Her legs twitch, and Fiyero chuckles before he continues reading. His eyes never wander from the page even as he tightens his fingers in the flesh of her thigh, rearranging them until she’s splayed wide open in the vee of his thighs, her feet flat on the bed as she teases herself with light touches.
“Yero, my… my pants…”
Fiyero hums, licks the pad of his finger, and turns the page of their textbook where it lays on the bed next to them.
“Take them off,” he tells her, and she nods, quickly moving to do just that. She shoves at them, peeling them down her thighs and then off of her already bare feet. Fiyero helps her toss them to the end of the bed, and then she’s back in his embrace, legs falling open, underwear wet in the middle as she slides her hand back inside.
“Make yourself come before the end of the chapter,” Fiyero tells her, and though he sounds and acts disinterested, Elphaba can feel where he’s hard against the small of her back and clocks the way that he’s shifting against her to relieve some of the pressure.
“Or what?” she asks, licking her lips as she turns her head to stare at his face.
Oz, he has such a pretty face…
He smiles and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he turns back to their textbook.
“Or you don’t get to come at all tonight.”
Elphaba stares at him for a long second, unsure if he’s serious.
He gets like this sometimes, all demanding and controlling, and it makes her hot in a way she hadn’t previously known possible.
“Yero…”
He pointedly ignores her, turning the page again after describing an illustration to her. Elphaba has read this chapter and knows there are only four pages left, so she huffs and slides her hand back into her panties because she is not taking the chance that he sends her back to her dorm all worked up with only her hand to satisfy herself.
He notices when she goes back to gently rubbing her clit and tightens his fingers where they’re gripping her thigh, pulling her legs open wider and sliding his hand down her inner thigh until the tips of his fingers are only inches from where she really wants them. He holds them there, teasing but not touching as he continues on about the Great Drought.
Elphaba lets herself sink into it, into the soft cadence of his voice and the feel of her hand on herself. Her eyes flutter closed as she finally lets herself rub slow, firm circles around her clit, her arousal making the touch slippery and good. Her breath hitches as Fiyero’s fingers tap on her inner thigh to a tune only he can hear, and she whimpers quietly as she uses the hand that’s not between her legs to reach up and tangle in Fiyero’s hair, holding his face against her neck. His hot breath puffs against her skin rhythmically as he reads, and she moans, rocking her hips against her own hand as she slides her fingers down and with little forethought for preparation, stuffs two of them inside of herself.
She and Fiyero groan at the same time, and she smiles, licking her suddenly dry lips as she breaks his concentration for the first time.
The stretch burns a little bit, but it’s a pain that she’s come to love, and she doesn’t pause before sliding her fingers out and back in again, relishing the burn, the ache that settles deep inside as her body is forced to accommodate her fingers.
She loves when Fiyero does the same thing with his cock, and she has to bite her lip to quiet her noises as she rocks her hips onto her own fingers, imagining they’re something much larger, warmer, thicker.
“Yero,” she whines, voice low and needy as she presses her lips directly against his ear.
His words stumble as he finishes a sentence, and her smirk grows when she notices his fingers tremble on the page.
“You’re being a little brat,” he murmurs, but he pauses to press a kiss to her lips before he holds up the book, one handed, to show that he’s on the last two pages. “Hurry up, love. I have so many plans for you. It would be a shame if they went to waste.”
Elphaba slides a third finger inside of her aching pussy and closes her eyes, letting herself surrender to the pleasure she’s giving herself, to the way Fiyero’s words dance in her brain, meaningless except for the way his voice makes her feel.
“You’re so close,” Fiyero murmurs, his fingers twitching where he’s holding her thigh. “I can tell by the way you’re shaking, by the way you can’t hold your little noises in anymore.”
She really can’t; she’s whining and moaning into his ear, quiet, always quiet because of Fiyero’s neighbors, but she can’t help the way they fall helplessly from her lips as she rubs at her clit with her thumb and fucks herself on her own fingers. Her hips move of their own accord, her arousal dripping onto Fiyero’s quilt as it seeps between her fingers, and she’s right there—
“Look at you,” Fiyero marvels, pausing just before the final paragraph, his eyes greedily taking in the sight before him, Elphaba’s green skin flushed all the way down her neck and into her blouse, her thighs trembling where they’re framed by her own. “Stuffing yourself full of your own fingers. “Is it as good as my cock, baby?”
Elphaba pants and shakes her head, biting her bottom lip as she feels her orgasm begin to crest. It’s so close, just out of reach, teasing her —
“No,” she whines, rocking her hips onto her hand. “I can’t… get as deep…”
Fiyero hums and presses a kiss to her neck, tongue darting out to lick at the sweat clinging to her emerald skin.
“Come for me, love, and I’ll fuck you nice and deep, deeper than these pretty little fingers…” he trails off, his hand moving from her thigh to dance over the knuckles of the hand she has stuffed inside of herself. “... could ever hope to go.”
Elphaba presses her face into Fiyero’s neck and screams, the noise muffled by his skin as she trembles, her pussy fluttering around her own fingers as she comes. Fiyero grins, licking his lips, and then he’s suddenly flipping them, shoving the textbook off of his bed in a way that should not be hot, that’s not how we treat books, Yero, so that he can spread her out across his bedspread instead.
He stares down at her, at her flushed cheeks and her wet fingers as she pulls them from herself, and then lurches forward, kissing her wet and messy as he roughly pulls her underwear down, uncaring where they land as he tosses them across the room. He crawls toward her, kneeling and spreading his knees beneath her thighs until she’s spread out before him, pussy glistening and chest heaving as she tries to breathe between demanding kisses.
“Yero,” she whines, but he doesn’t let up, his tongue dipping into her mouth as his large hands burn trails of fire from her knees to her waist, his own chest heaving against hers as he thrusts his clothed cock against her pussy once, twice, before he is able to suck in a breath and recover control of himself.
“You’re perfect," he growls, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth as he sucks in a desperate breath.
Elphaba whines and arches her back, wanting to be closer to him even as he’s pulling away.
“What… no, Yero, where are you going? Come back here.”
He grins, his own face flushed now, a wet spot on the front of his trousers from where he’d been rocking against her.
“I have… plans,” he murmurs, leaning over the side of the bed to dig into the bag she’d brought over. He rummages through textbooks and journals until his fingers land on the soft chiffon fabric he’d known would be in there.
She brings the scarf everywhere, and it’s cute, okay, and sweet that she loves his gift so much, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it…
They both moan in unison as he wraps it around her wrists, the material soft even as he pulls it tight and then threads it through the wrought iron of his headboard.
He leans down and presses a kiss to her ear as he whispers, “Okay?”
Elphaba nods, rubbing her thighs together to relieve some of the persistent ache as Fiyero quickly and competently ties off the knots, pulling on them to test their hold.
He’s never tied her up before, but they’ve talked about it.
Extensively.
He unbuttons her blouse when he’s done tying the knot, pushing it to either side of her chest and then tugging on it until it, too, is rendering her immobile, the material tight around her arms, holding them in place like a straight jacket.
He sits back when he’s done, admiring the view before him. The flush that had started on her cheeks has traveled down between her breasts, and he licks his lips as he lets his eyes roam her chest, the way her nipples have hardened in the cool air of his dorm, the way her chest heaves and the way she squirms under his gaze, her arms raised above her head and her hair spread out like a halo on the bed beneath her.
“Beautiful.”
Elphaba whines as he ducks down to press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, lips closing around the flesh to suck just long enough to have her panting but not long enough to leave a mark. He soothes it with his tongue and then trails hot, open mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw until he’s whispering into her ear.
“What’s your word, love? To get me to stop?”
Elphaba forces her eyes open, turning her head until she meets his gaze, somehow soft and mean all at once.
“Poppy,” she whispers, swallowing thickly as he grins and tugs on the scarf.
“Good girl.”
She whimpers and he disappears, trailing kisses down her chest and between her breasts as he crawls down, down, down, so close to where she wants him but not quite there yet.
He pauses when his lips are hovering over her stomach, propping his chin on her pelvis as he grips her thighs, holding her legs wide open for him.
He’s breathing hard, his own cheeks painted red with arousal and his pupils blown wide as he catches her gaze.
“What did you tell Galinda?”
Elphaba throws her head back and pulls on her restraints, groaning as she tries to think past the haze of lust clouding her brain.
“W-what?”
Fiyero hums as he presses a kiss just below her belly button.
“What did you tell her? When you left. I need to know how much time I have,” he murmurs, gaze never leaving hers as he inches lower, lower, the stubble on his chin in her curls now as he breathes in the scent of her arousal.
Elphaba takes several slow, deep breaths as she tries to think.
“She… she and Pfanee and ShenShen were being… too fucking loud, so I stormed out and said… said I was going to s-study somewhere else.”
Fiyero hums and rewards her with a kiss right over her clitoral hood, his tongue darting out to lick at the mess she’d made of herself earlier.
“Mmm. And where did you say that you were going to study?”
Elphaba stares at him, uncomprehending, and he chuckles as he sits up, one hand dropping to press over where his cock is hard and straining against his trousers.
“The library closes at nine, Fae,” he murmurs, the hand not on himself rubbing soothing circles on her trembling inner thigh. “The commissary at ten. So, I need to know, where did you say you were going?”
Elphaba blows out a breath and shakes her head. “I didn’t… I didn’t say. I just… left.”
Fiyero grins, eyes sparkling, and then scoots further down the bed, his hands dropping to Elphaba’s naked hips to pull her with him until she’s stretched out with her hands above her head and he’s laying flat on the bed between her legs, his hips rocking into the mattress as he eyes her pussy.
“Good girl. We have as long as we want, then,” he murmurs, sliding his hands under her knees and settling her legs over his shoulders. “I can really take my time with you.”
Elphaba is just wrapping her mind around that idea when he dives in, sucking her clit immediately into his mouth without warning. She cries out, arms pulling instinctively at her restraints, her fingers flexing and aching to dig into his hair, to hold him to her, to show him exactly how she likes it.
He already knows how she likes it, though, fast and rough and a little bit mean, and he delivers spectacularly, not holding back for even a second as he rubs the stubble on his chin against her folds, soaking himself in her arousal as he laps at her clit like a man starving. He alternates sucking it into his mouth with flicking his tongue against it, each move devastating in its own way, and he has her melting onto the bed in minutes, her thighs tight around his head as she pulls against the scarf, lip caught between her teeth to silence the noises that want to pour from her mouth as he devours her.
“Oz, you taste so good,” he moans, pulling back to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand. It’s obscene, really, how wet his lips and chin and cheeks are, practically shining with her juices. “Fucking delicious, I could stay between your thighs all day.”
Elphaba moans, her wrists aching as she pulls at the scarf, wanting to touch him, to push him back between her legs, anything to get him to keep doing that thing with his tongue —
Fiyero notices her desperation and his eyes sparkle as he dives back in, hands holding her open as he noses at her clit, his tongue sliding further down, tracing her lips before sliding between them. He licks at her entrance, his tongue dipping inside just far enough to tease her before pulling back out and flattening against her slit, licking all the way up to her clit and then back down before swallowing the arousal coating his tongue.
Elphaba feels a single tear slip from her eye as he teases her like this, fucking her with his tongue just long enough that she feels that tightening in her belly, the heat rushing through her veins, before he pulls back and lets her come down. Her wrists ache from the way she’s tugging on her restraints, and her nipples are so hard, aching for his touch, her touch, anything.
“Oh, my love,” he murmurs, noticing the tears on her cheeks as he pulls away to messily wipe his face on her stomach.
“I’m … I’m okay,” she whispers, the hoarseness of her own voice surprising her. “Keep going. Yero, keep going, please!”
He hums and kisses her stomach, tongue darting into her belly button just to make her squirm, and then he’s back between her legs, his tongue on her clit as he slides a finger inside of her, so much thicker and longer than her own. He reaches places inside of her that she can’t reach herself, and she groans, her hips lifting off of the mattress to rock on his finger as he fucks her with it slowly, his tongue and lips relentlessly teasing her clit as she rocks on his face, chasing the slight sting from his stubble.
“Come on, love,” he murmurs, sliding a second finger in alongside the first. His movements are slow, more gentle than she’d anticipated, and she tastes the salt of her tears on her lips as he slowly builds her up again, not stopping this time as the heat builds and builds and builds, pooling in her belly until he crooks his fingers inside of her in just the right way and she comes, arching off of the bed and pulling on the scarf until her fingers go numb.
Fiyero licks and sucks at her as she comes down, his fingers sliding out of her once she’s stopped spasming around them. His lips are gentle as he kisses her pussy one final time before he repositions until he’s kneeling on his knees between her legs, his own shaking fingers quickly untying the knot of the scarf until her hands fall, limp, to the bed beside her head
“Are you okay?” he asks gently, and Elphaba nods as he guides her arms out of her blouse, tossing it over the side of the bed before taking one of her wrists into his hand and rubbing feeling back into it. He hums, leaning down to press a kiss to the red marks, tongue hot and wet with her own arousal as he kisses every inch of the sensitive flesh.
“I need words, love. Verbal response required,” he reminds her, and she groans as she flexes her legs, testing that she can still move them and that she hasn’t, in fact, turned into a puddle of goo on his bed.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, licking her lips and wincing at how hoarse her voice is and how dry her mouth is. “Water?”
Fiyero leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips before he’s climbing off of the bed, awkwardly adjusting his still hard cock in his trousers as he walks into his bathroom and fills a cup with water.
Elphaba watches him go, her brain a little mushy from the pleasure he’d just given her.
She’d had no idea, when they’d started doing this, that sex could feel like this.
It’s…
Oz.
It’s too much.
“Here,” Fiyero murmurs, and Elphaba flushes as he helps her sit so that she can sip at the water. He kneels beside her on the bed, his arousal obvious and probably painful, but he ignores it, instead watching her intently until the water is gone.
She passes the cup back to him and then collapses onto his pillows, and he chuckles as he stands, hands dropping to the button on his trousers. Elphaba watches, her tongue wetting her lips again as he undoes the button and then pushes them down, letting them pool on the floor at his feet. He kicks them off and then climbs back into the bed in his underwear and loose, linen shirt, and Elphaba can already feel the heat rising in her again despite the two orgasms she’s already had.
What is he doing to her?
“Come here,” she murmurs, and he smiles as he lays down beside her, sliding up her body until he can wrap his arms around her naked torso, holding her tight against him as he kisses her slowly, his lips and tongue still tasting of her arousal as he licks into her mouth.
“We don’t have to do anything more tonight if you don’t want to,” he murmurs against her lips, and the thing is that Elphaba knows he means that, even if his cock is still hard against her hip.
“I’m good,” she quickly reassures him, because they’ve done this before and she knows how good it can be when he pushes her. “I want to keep going.”
Fiyero hums, not responding for a long minute as they trade sweet, wet kisses, their lips sliding together easily as he runs his hands up and down her body, soothing the aches in her wrists and kneading her thighs until they stop trembling.
“I want to try something,” he says, pulling back and meeting her eyes as he reaches for the scarf once more.
Elphaba moans and shakes her head.
“My wrists hurt,” she admits, biting her lips as she remembers the way the material had bitten hard into her skin when she’d been in the throes of passion, unable to calm herself down. “I don’t want them to bruise, that would be… it would be hard to hide.”
“Mmm, no, I know,” Fiyero murmurs, bunching up the material into his hand and pulling it from where it’s been resting on the pillow above her head. “Not around your wrists. Not tying you up at all, in fact.”
He sits up as he talks, turning her until she’s on her back again. He smiles down at her, soft and sweet, and then wraps one end of the scarf around his hand, letting the other dangle against her skin. He leans down and kisses her, spreading her legs once more so that he can kneel between them, and then runs the material over her neglected breasts.
Elphaba understands his intention immediately, moaning as the chiffon brushes her oversensitive nipples.
“I want to play with different materials,” Fiyero admits, smiling as he reaches down to tug at her nipple, the material of the scarf between his fingers and the tight, green nub. The scarf, when wrapped around her neck, is soft, but being pinched between her nipple and Fiyero’s curious fingers, she can feel the subtle bite of the material and she gasps. “See how they make you feel.”
Elphaba, arches into the touch, groaning as she reaches down to wrap a hand around Fiyero’s arm. Her fingertips dig into his bicep, and he grunts, not unaffected, as he pulls both sides of the scarf taut and rubs the material over both breasts.
“I don’t think you could get off from just this,” he murmurs, ducking down to kiss her ear as he whispers, knowing that his voice in her ear is likely just as arousing as the touch of the scarf against her overstimulated skin. “But I want to try one day. Not tonight, but one day when I can lay you out and really take my time.”
Elphaba lets her eyes flutter closed as he slides the scarf under her breasts, the sensation muted somewhat here but still too much on her overstimulated skin. Every touch, every whisper of chiffon over her green skin, has her whimpering and arching toward him, wanting more, needing more.
“Fi-Fiyero…”
He grins as he pulls back, brushing his hair from where it’s fallen into his eyes. It flops back into his gaze immediately, and Elphaba feels something warm and fond swell in her chest.
“Yes, my love?”
Elphaba bites her lip, gaze catching his for a heart-stopping moment.
He’s staring at her with such devotion, such… affection, that it makes her heart ache.
“More?” she requests, voice small but sure.
It’s difficult, asking for what she wants, but she knows it makes him happy.
He hums in agreement and slides the scarf down her belly, and the wispy, barely there touch causes her to shiver. He follows the path with his lips, kissing each inch of skin that he finds as he slides the scarf under her thigh, pulling it from between the bed and her leg, angling it to where the material brushes against the oversensitive lips of her labia. She moans, hands reaching for Fiyero, tangling their fingers together when he slides a hand into hers to hold onto. She grasps it tightly, lips parted in a pleasure that’s far more gentle than the all consuming, overstimulating pleasure he’d bestowed on her before.
“You like that?” he whispers, lips following the path of the scarf as he pulls it across her other thigh, using tension on both ends to make sure she feels the slight rasp where her thigh meets her hip.
Elphaba nods, and sucks in a breath when he presses it against her clit, thumb pressing it in until she’s moaning, hips arching toward him.
“Good girl,” he breathes, and he uses his tongue to hold it tighter against her most sensitive flesh, pulling the entire length through her pussy until she’s trembling in his arms.
He grins against her hip and then bunches the scarf into his hand, pressing it against his nose and breathing it in.
Elphaba watches him do this and groans, knowing that the material is now soaked with her, knowing that he’s breathing her in.
Oz, she needs him.
“Yero, get up here,” she demands, and he laughs as he pulls his face from the scarf and meets her gaze, eyes twinkling in amusement.
“What makes you think you’re in charge here, Fae?” he murmurs, chuckling as he tosses the scarf to the bed beside her head.
Elphaba makes a face at him and he has to hide his face in her belly to conceal his amusement.
She tries another tactic.
“It’s your turn, Yero,” she murmurs, spreading her legs and pulling on his hair to try and get him to kiss her. “Don’t you want to feel good, too?”
He hums as he bites at her belly, sucking gently to bring blood to the surface.
“I do feel good, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek to her belly as he admires the mark he’s just made. “I feel so good when I make you feel good.”
Elphaba whines and rocks her hips against him, trying to move, to get him to move.
“Impatient,” he admonishes, and then bites at her belly again for good measure, sucking a second mark parallel to the first. His eyes are shining when he pulls back, something possessive in them as he licks over both marks, tracing them with his fingers. “So impatient, love. I’ll give you what you want, I promise. But first, what I want…”
He presses a kiss over her pubic hair, dark and curly and smelling so strongly of her arousal that he just has to pause and breathe it in, and then his lips are sliding lower down and wrapping around her clit and Elphaba groans, fingers tugging in Fiyero’s hair to try and bring him up because no, not again!
Not that she doesn’t enjoy this, of course, but she has other wants.
She wants him inside of her, for fuck’s sake!
“Fiyero! Get up here!” she demands, though she knows it’s futile.
He loves doing this for her, sometimes spending hours between her thighs.
“Shh,” Fiyero admonishes, grinning as he pulls away from her pussy, lips already shining with her again. He reaches for the scarf and bundles it up, and Elphaba feels her heart race as he presses it against her lips. “You talk too damn much. Just let me make you feel good.”
Elphaba opens her mouth to argue and he takes the opportunity to shove the scarf between her lips, silencing her protests as the material, wet and strong with the scent of her arousal, fills her senses. He chuckles at the look she shoots him and then leans down, lips against her ear as he reminds her, “Your nonverbal signal is to pinch my arm if you want to stop.”
Elphaba nearly punches his arm in frustration, but as he kisses back down her body, pausing to suck a nipple briefly into his mouth, she forces herself to calm down, to relax.
He always makes it good for her.
Always.
“Trust me,” he murmurs, as if reading her thoughts, and Elphaba melts, eyes fluttering closed as he returns his lips to her pussy.
He brings her to a third orgasm quickly with his lips and tongue, his fingers probing her entrance but not quite sliding inside, and she feels this one deep in her bones, syrupy slow and shuddering throughout her entire body.
Fiyero kisses up her body, taking time to play with her neglected tits as she comes down slowly, her heart thundering in her chest and her fingers and toes tingling. She can’t find words, and so she reaches for him, cupping his cheeks and tugging until he follows her up, his thighs settling between hers as he stares down at her in wonder, at her green flushed cheeks, at the saliva sliding down her jaw from the effort of holding the scarf inside.
“Oz, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, thumb pressing at the corner of her mouth where it’s stretched wide around her scarf.
There are tears in her eyes as they flutter open, and Fiyero smiles as he leans down to kiss each one away.
“One more, baby,” he whispers, and Elphaba nods as he sits back to unbutton his shirt. He pushes it off each arm and drops it to the floor, and then stands to slide his underwear down his thick thighs. His cock, hard and angry red at the tip, slaps against his belly, and Elphaba moans around her mouthful, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagines him finally, finally sliding it inside of her.
“Want me to remove the scarf?” he asks, and she nods, moaning in relief as he slides it from her mouth, flexing her jaw as she swallows her own saliva.
“I don’t think I can move,” she moans, eyes closing again as she lets her head fall to the side, her hot cheek pressed against his blessedly cool pillow.
Fiyero chuckles as he lays his large palms on her hips, fingers digging into the delicate flesh as he dips down to kiss her, slow and sweet, wet and messy as she lays there, completely exhausted, her body singing with pleasure.
“I can do all the work, baby,” he murmurs, using his hands on his hips to turn her. She moans at the movement, cheek smooshed against the pillow as he lifts her hips and rocks his cock against her ass. She can feel it, feel the heat of his arousal and the precome he’s already leaking, and she wants him but she doesn’t know how much she can participate.
“Just… use me,” she sighs, eyes closing in pleasure as the head of his cock catches against her clit. “Make us feel good, Yero.”
Fiyero hums as he presses a kiss to her spine, reaching for the spit soaked scarf and wrapping it around her hips, gathering both ends in his fist where it rests on the small of her back. He tests it, using the scarf to hold her hips in the air even as they want to fall back to the bed. She’s putty in his hands, easily letting him maneuver her using the hold he has on the scarf, and his chest feels funny and tight at the trust she’s showing him.
“This okay, baby?” he asks, voice soft as he slides one hand down her spine, resting it on the back of her neck as she nods, her head on the pillow and her eyes closed. Her green lips are parted, and he watches in fascination as they fall open wider as he notches his cock at the entrance of her pussy, sinking slowly inside.
“Yerooooo,” she moans, eyes fluttering open as he sinks further and further inside of her, his cock splitting her open as he rocks back and forth, making space inside of her for himself. It’s never easy, the first push, but she loves the slight sting and he relishes in how fucking tight she is, and they’re both panting, Fiyero holding onto the scarf with a death grip, when he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against her ass.
“Fuck, Fae,” he groans, and she nods, her fingers gripping the sheets of his bed tightly as he tightens his fist in the scarf, holding her flush against him as he grinds into her ass, trying to dig himself deeper inside of her than he already is.
“Y-ero,” she groans, her voice breaking on his name, his cock hitting something so deep inside of her that she sees stars. “Oh, Yero, that… that feels good.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, using what little energy she has to rock on her knees, his cock sliding out less than an inch before she’s shoving back hard, groaning when he hits that spot again.
Fiyero leans back on his haunches, eyes fluttering closed as he uses the scarf to rock Elphaba on his cock, pushing her forward and then pulling her back, her tits juggling with the movement as he fucks her on his cock. He sets an easy rhythm, fast but not too fast, his free hand digging into Elphaba’s ass, his fingers holding onto the supple flesh for dear life as she takes him inside of her over and over again, her pussy wet and the glide easy.
Her face is shoved into his pillow, her fingers gripping the sheets on either side of her head so tightly that the material is beginning to rip, but Fiyero pays it no mind as he he fucks his girl, as he carves out a place inside of her that no one else has ever been.
“Mine,” he grunts, curling his body around hers as he feels his balls beginning to tighten. They swing between her legs with each thrust, slapping against her clit, and she cries out with each slam of his hips into her ass. The skin there is bright green, flushed from the way he’s been digging his fingers into it, and he bites his lip as he switches cheeks, kneading the flesh of the other to make it match as he pulls back at the same time as he shoves Elphaba forward using the scarf, and then pulls her back toward him as he thrusts, both of them groaning at the way his cock splits her open, sliding nearly all of the way out before shoving back inside.
“Oh- oh- oh,” Elphaba chants, each exhale forced from her body as he fucks her.
“You’re mine,” he growls again, vision swimming with pleasure as he takes his pleasure from her body, denied for so long.
He’s close, and he can feel that she is, too.
“Yours,” she whines, untangling one hand from the sheets to reach backward. Fiyero takes her hand in his own, entwining them and pressing them both into the small of her back as he pushes and pulls at her scarf, moving her pliant body to his liking as he uses her the way she’d begged him to. “No one else, Y-Yero. Yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he moans, eyes clenching shut as he feels his balls tighten, the pleasure slowly rippling out from his cock to the rest of his body, his arms and legs on fire, his belly hot as he grits his teeth and tries to hold it back.
“Yero,” Elphaba whispers, and he forces his eyes open to look at her, to stare at the way she’s biting her lip, the way her whole body is flushed, the way tears are leaking from her eyes as he fucks her hard and fast, her body inching closer and closer to the headboard with the force of his thrusts.
“Yeah? You okay?”
Elphaba nods and tightens her grip on his hand.
“Yero, come for me,” she moans, swiveling her hips on the next thrust. “I— I’m so close. I know I’ll come when you come inside of me.”
Fiyero moans and immediately obliges her, curling his whole body around Elphaba’s as he gives into the pleasure, as it ricochets throughout his entire body. His cock twitches as he comes, painting her insides with his seed, filling her and filling her until it runs down her thighs, dripping to the bed beneath them as he fucks her through it, dropping the scarf so that he can touch her clit, force her over the edge with him. She comes just as she promised she would, her pussy fluttering around the hard length inside of her, and the both moan as he collapses onto the bed, his heavy body covering hers and his cock still inside of her as they both pant desperately in the aftermath.
Eventually Fiyero pulls out and rolls Elphaba onto her back, smiling softly when he sees that her eyes are closed and her lips parted.
“You still with me, Fae?” he murmurs.
She makes a face but doesn’t respond, and he chuckles as he leans over and kisses her cheek.
“Be right back.”
He walks on unsteady legs to the bathroom to grab a cloth and clean himself off, and then back into the bedroom to find Elphaba curled around his pillow, her eyes still closed, her breathing slow and even.
He knows she’s not asleep; she just gets like this sometimes after he’s really, really nice to her.
“Wet cloth,” he warns her, voice soft as he gently cleans between her legs. He’d made quite the mess, and it takes several passes over her pussy and her thighs before he deems her clean enough for sleep. “Sheets next, love.”
She shoots him a truly terrifying look at the implication that she’s going to have to move, and he smiles, besotted.
Oz, he loves her so much.
“I’ll make it quick,” he promises, and he does, swapping the ruined sheets out for clean ones before settling Elphaba back onto the bed with his pillow and a glass of water before he wanders the room, collecting all of their clothing and dumping it into a pile with the sheets to be washed before heading back to bed.
He knows that Elphaba won’t speak for a while, often can’t after he’s so intense with her, and he hums as he climbs back into bed, pulling a blanket over both of them and helping her replace the pillow she’s cuddling with his own body until her arms are wrapped around his torso and her head is resting over his heart.
“Now,” he murmurs, reaching over the side of the bed for the book he’d shoved off earlier. “We do have a test tomorrow, and I suppose you did come here to study before we got… distracted. So how about we reread that chapter again, hmm?”
Elphaba nods and Fiyero smiles, pressing a long, lingering kiss to her temple before cracking open the text.
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Elphaba is mouthing silently along with the words she’s reading as her classmates slowly meander into the classroom the next day, talking in groups about their test, giggling as they speculate how they’ll do on it. Galinda isn’t here yet and neither is Fiyero, so she has a moment to quickly review the information that she’d been too… distracted to pay attention to the previous night.
It’s material she knows well, so she’s not too worried, but you can never be too prepared.
“Oh, Elphie! I barely studied at all!” Galinda whines, dropping into the seat next to her and dramatically flopping across her desk, blonde curls wild around her head as she bemoans her lack of studying into the wooden desktop.
“Is that not what you, Pfanee and ShenShen were doing last night?” Elphaba asks, even though she knows for certain that it was not.
Galinda lets out a pitiful moan but doesn’t look up from the desk.
“Nooooo. We were talking about boys. Pfanee’s boyfriend is being a … well, a word I will not say in polite company! And Fiyero has been so modified and distant lately! We were having an old fashioned girls night about it, and… oh, Oz, we forgot that the test was today!”
“Hmm.”
Elphaba slides her textbook over, nudging Galinda’s arm with it until she looks up.
“We have a few minutes,” she offers, and Galinda sighs before dropping her head down once more.
“It’s no use. I’m going to fail.”
Elphaba chuckles as she takes her book back, skimming the remaining few paragraphs to reassure herself that, yes, she does know this, and she’s just closing the heavy tome when Galinda reaches out and fingers the soft chiffon of the scarf around her neck.
“This is pretty,” she says, eyes sparkling in a way that Elphaba knows means she’s going to have to sit through a lecture about fashion later tonight.
“Thank you,” she says, her cheeks heating as she remembers the way Fiyero had run it between her legs the night before, the way every nerve ending had been on fire as the material had rubbed against her clit. “It was… a, uh, a gift.”
“Oh, how sweet!” Galinda coos, clapping her hands together, the test suddenly forgotten in the face of such interesting news. “From who?”
Elphaba is saved from admitting it’s a gift from her boyfriend by the man himself entering the classroom. Galinda’s attention is sufficiently diverted, and she turns to wave as Fiyero walks down the steps into the lecture hall, textbook under his arm and hair perfectly combed.
Looking at him now, Elphaba thinks, you’d never know how messy he had been between her thighs the previous night.
“Darling! Over here!” Galinda calls, and Elphaba sees the exact moment that Fiyero notices her, notices her fingers playing with the scarf that’s wrapped around her neck.
He stops mid-step, barely even noticing when another student crashes into his back and curses at him. His textbook goes flying, and he makes a noise that sounds like it’s torn from his throat as he stares at her.
“I—”
Galinda is standing, reaching for his textbook where it had fallen between him and the desk they’re sitting at, but before she can reach it he’s scooping it into his hands and holding it in front of his crotch like a shield, blue eyes wide and wild.
“You— Fae—”
He cuts himself off with a pitiful moan and then turns, bolting from the classroom faster than Elphaba thinks she’s ever seen him move in the entire time she’s known him.
“... Huh.”
“See what I mean?” Galinda says, arms waving dramatically in the direction Fiyero has just run off in. “He’s acting strange.”
“That was weird,” Elphaba agrees, because she’s never seen Fiyero act like that, either. “What do you think—”
She cuts herself off, though, as she feels the slight roughness of her scarf between her fingertips, and her confusion melts into something smug as she remembers the way he’d stared at it last night, glassy eyed, after they’d cleaned up and cuddled together on the bed, the scarf on the pillows just out of reach.
Oh.
Well.
She just hopes he can make up for the test later, because she has a feeling that he’s going to be… preoccupied for quite a while.
Smirking, she turns back to her textbook.
She cannot wait to use this new information against him.