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“fuck, i think i love you,” fiyero groans, flopping down against his bedcovers. elphaba goes cold, shivering in the pale moonlight streaming in his dormitory window. she kisses his inner thigh softly.
“you don’t even know me,” she says, a sad smile tugging at her lips. he can’t see her face, but he hears it in her voice, ears ever sharp and attentive.
“i know you’re not like they say you are,” he says, his voice impossibly soft. her heart jumps against her ribcage, beating out of rhythm as she kisses his thighs again and again. she can’t believe she’s this close to him. she thinks of galinda and feels colder than ever. to betray her first friend like this, to do this with the man galinda has loved ever since she first set eyes on him…
and he claims to love her. elphaba closes her eyes and dives into him, first kissing his clit and then licking his folds until he’s whining for her, voice growing higher in pitch, wavering notes spilling from his bitten lips. oz, he’s so pretty. prince fiyero, laid bare for her, pale thighs trembling as she devours him. he’s soaked for her, so wet it’s obscene. his hands fly to his lap on instinct as she laves her tongue over him, and she feels his fingers gently rest on her head. like he was going to pull her hair but stopped himself. he’s always so tender with her, in the way he looks at her, the way he pulls her close to him and kisses her when no one is looking.
“i love you,” he moans over and over. the hair dusting his thighs is almost silver in the moonlight. his skin is so soft; she digs her fingers into the meat of his thighs and he cries out, thrusting his hips forward. he’s smooth and fuzzy and his cunt is hot and wet, pretty as the rest of him. elphaba feels slightly drunk as she licks between his folds, listening to his voice growing louder and breathier as he professes his love for her time and time again.
he’s so loud— doesn’t care that anyone could hear him, never cares about anything. elphaba wishes, secretly, that she could begin to understand how he feels so safe being so open, with this secret of himself to keep. she thrusts her tongue deep inside him and he cums with a sob, his cunt clenching. elphaba’s core aches and she wishes, briefly, she had a cock so she could fuck him properly. it’s a little deranged actually, but as she’s licking her lips clean, she finds herself wishing she could flip him on his stomach and put her cock in him, feel his pussy around the most sensitive part of herself. she kisses gently up his stomach, his flat chest, his throat.
“kiss me,” he mumbles. “i want to taste.”
“oh, fiyero,” elphaba says in spite of herself. he laughs drunkenly, and his eyes are so dark and so full of lust, she can’t resist. she kisses him sweetly, licking his mouth open. he looks at her with such adoration in his eyes. her twisted heart thumps ever more aggressively against her chest, trying to get closer to him forevermore. she will never be satisfied, not after this. he looks at her with this softness, and it isn’t like he’s not seeing her skin, but instead like he’s seeing every bit of her and thinking it’s beautiful.
no one has ever looked at her like that.
“i love you,” he whispers, eyes unfocused. his hands find their way to the small of her back. “say it back, miss thropp— prince’s orders.”
“i love you,” she says softly, trying desperately not to think of galinda. it only hurts a little.
“do you know what i think?” he asks lightly, peppering her face with kisses. she can’t help but scrunch her nose up; it tickles.
“what’s that?”
“i think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he says, grinning roguishly. his voice is still breathy, still tinged with the reminder that she was taking him apart with her tongue naught but seconds ago.
“prince fiyero, you are a liar,” she says, half-smiling. she kisses him on the lips before he has time to reply, effectively shutting him up. he moans into her mouth, and his body is so soft and warm against hers. she can’t believe how lucky she’s gotten, actually. like all good things, this can never last.
but if it’s only one night that she has fiyero moaning and crying out for her like he couldn’t care less who hears, it will have been the sweetest night of her life.