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Elphaba whined as Galinda fussed with her nightgown, like it wasn’t inevitably going to end up crumpled on the floor. She pressed her head back into the pillows, drumming her fingers against the mattress—because if she didn’t keep her hands busy, she might do something stupid.
After an eternity of dilly-dallying, Galinda finally stepped to the edge of the bed, resting one knee on the mattress. She brought a finger to her mouth and bit down, eyes glinting. Elphaba pushed her glasses up her nose, deliberately looking away.
Galinda laughed, then threw herself onto the bed, sliding closer until warm, bare skin brushed Elphaba’s… she inhaled sharply.
“So,” Galinda leaned over her, voice sweet, “how can I help you, Elphie?” She ignored—pointedly—the high, intoxicating scent of Elphaba’s arousal.
Elphaba looked at her over the rim of her glasses. “Please, Galinda.”
“Please what?” Galinda’s tone was light. “I have the—oh, just the faintest idea of what you’re asking for.”
With a small sigh, Elphaba slipped her glasses off, set them on her chest, and rubbed her face with both hands. Then she slid them back on,her gaze meeting Galinda’s. The blonde was biting her lower lip, watching her intently.
“I want to come,” Elphaba said quietly. “Please.”
Galinda tilted her head, scanning her face. “Hmm… interesting.” A beat. “Okay. Go ahead.”
Elphaba’s heart kicked hard against her ribs. She nodded, but Galinda didn’t move—just kept staring. Elphaba shifted, restless, and her eyes—traitorous things—dropped to Galinda’s chest, where the nightgown strained almost obscenely. She couldn’t decide if it was an accident or a deliberate choice. But it was Galinda, so either way, it was on purpose.
Elphaba looked away sharply.
“Go ahead,” Galinda said, her voice suddenly sharp.
Elphaba drew in a breath, reached down and pulled her cock free of her panties, inching it downward. She glanced up, almost expectantly, but Galinda’s eyes stayed locked on her face.
After a long beat, Galinda’s gaze finally dropped to the throbbing, leaking length between Elphaba’s thighs—then back up again.
“Well?” she prompted.
“I thought you said I could—”
“You asked me to come, and I gave you permission.”
The words hit, and Elphaba realized what was happening. Her stomach twisted; she almost wanted to cry.
She shifted, slipping a hand underneath Galinda and wrapping it around her. That earned her the faintest uptick at the corner of Galinda’s mouth.
“Can you help me?” Elphaba asked, voice small.
Galinda flicked her hair back. “You’re asking me for two different things,” she said. “So choose.”
“But I just need your help so I can—”
Galinda rolled her eyes. “We aren’t doing this tonight.” Then harder, she said. “Not tonight.”
Elphaba swallowed. Thank Oz Galinda was looking her in the face—because if Galinda had seen the way she twitched at that tone, she’d never hear the end of it.
She stared up at the ceiling, forcing herself to breathe. “I’d like you to help me.”
“Fine.” Galinda sighed, inching down until her hand hovered over her. She rested her palm against the small patch of hair there—forever insistent on teasing as much as possible.
But Elphaba wasn’t entirely passive. She knew she’d either end up begging to come tonight… or lying awake, unbearably uncomfortable.
Her eyes lifted to Galinda’s face. She always looked so beautiful when she was above her—but her gaze didn’t linger there long. It slid down to her chest, so close she could make out her areolas, the way her breasts spilled almost entirely free of her nightgown.
Elphaba lost her train of thought as Galinda’s finger began to trail upward from the base.
“For an alpha,” Galinda murmured, “you get wetter than me.”
Elphaba sucked in a breath. Galinda laughed softly at her own joke.
“You’re practically dripping,” she added, almost surprised, leaning forward to inspect the precum.
Elphaba’s eyes snapped down, and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, more out of habit than anything else. Galinda followed the motion of Elphaba pushing her glasses up and caught how her eyes had flicked away and then back. She smiled, resting a hand on Elphaba’s stomach.
“Oh, I see where your attention is drawn.”
Elphaba fought the urge to thrust up into nothing. “No, it’s not.” Her other hand slid around Galinda’s back, holding her in place.
“Well, that’s a shame,” Galinda said. “I thought you’d notice my new nightgown.”
“I did notice—well, I didn’t realize it was new. But I knew I hadn’t seen you in it before. I would remember!” She hesitated, eyes dropping to Galinda’s chest before snapping back up. “I was more appreciating your—” she cleared her throat, “—beauty.”
Galinda hummed. She glanced down at herself. “I think it’s too small.” Then with a smirk, she added, “But it’s so slack in some spaces…”
She leaned in, voice low. “Do you like it?”
Elphaba’s hands pressed against her back, fingers brushing the thin material. “Oh, I do.”
“I might have to return it.” Galinda’s hand on Elphaba’s stomach drifted downward before pulling back to the neckline. She tugged the front loose, and her breasts spilled free.
Elphaba dropped her head back to the pillow instantly.
“So you see,” Galinda said lightly, “it’s not doing its job.”
“A shame,” Elphaba murmured, looking up at her. She pulled Galinda a little closer over her, and Galinda mumbled, “Behave.”
Elphaba slackened her grip, but didn’t let go.
“I have a feeling you don’t mind me wasting my money, though,” Galinda said, glancing away for a beat. She licked her lips, inhaling—acutely aware of how their scents mingled—before extending her hand again.
Instead of picking up where she’d been, she cupped the swollen tip of Elphaba’s cock.
Elphaba tensed, legs straining not to thrust. Galinda’s palm moved in slow circles before shifting to a shallow stroke, no more than an inch past the head. Elphaba’s eyes squeezed shut. She turned her head to the side, lids clamped down, breathing hard.
Galinda gave a deliberate squeeze on the way up. “Look at me.”
Elphaba opened her eyes and found Galinda watching her. Her gaze flickered downward. Galinda leaned on one elbow, reaching out to pull her forward. Elphaba’s mouth latched onto a nipple instantly, sucking hard. She nuzzled into Galinda’s chest, breathing raggedly.
Galinda’s hand sped up, and Elphaba’s mouth kept working against her skin.
“Let me know when you’re close,” Galinda said softly, “so I can stop.”
Elphaba whined, dropping her head. “Galinda, please, I—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Galinda murmured.
“No, Galinda, you don’t understand—”
Galinda rolled her eyes, looking away as though bored. Her focus returned to Elphaba’s cock. She slid her hand all the way down to the base, then back up in a single, deliberate stroke, twisting her wrist as she reached the tip.
Elphaba had to concentrate on every breath not to spill right then and there.
Elphaba’s hand slid to Galinda’s bare thigh. “Please, Galinda, please—I’ll be so good, I’ll do any—” She cut herself off, backtracking. “I need to—”
Galinda’s hand stilled.
Elphaba whined, hips thrusting up twice before Galinda let go entirely, like her touch had burned her.
“We talked about that,” Galinda said.
“I’m sorry,” Elphaba murmured.
Galinda leaned up, slipping from Elphaba’s grip, and only settled back down once Elphaba pulled her hands away. Tilting her head, she said, “First off—you don’t need”—the word rang sharp—“anything. Secondly, stop thrusting into my hand like some hormonal alpha who can’t control herself.”
Elphaba swallowed, then nodded.
“I should just leave you like this,” Galinda scoffed.
Elphaba whined again.
“And enough with the whining. You asked me to—” Galinda clicked her tongue, cutting herself off. She took a breath, visibly tempering her frustration. “You know what? You asked for my help. Let’s just get this over with.”
Elphaba swallowed, eyes wide. Then she groaned, head falling back as Galinda’s hand wrapped around her again—this time with speed.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, breathing hard. “So good,” she muttered under her breath.
Galinda smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Elphaba’s eyes cracked open just in time for Galinda to kiss her mouth. Her strokes slowed to match the unhurried pace of their kiss, drawing it out.
Pulling back, Galinda whispered, “My pretty girl.”
Elphaba adjusted her glasses from where they’d been knocked askew, only to gasp as Galinda murmured, “You’re so pretty when you’re helpless.”
Elphaba nodded, mouth falling open in a silent gasp—
And Galinda removed her hand entirely before she could come, resting it casually on her own thigh as she watched Elphaba wither.
“Well,” Galinda said breezily, “ugh, I’m just tuckered out.”
Galinda adjusted her nightgown with unhurried care, then rolled over and plucked a magazine from Elphaba’s bedside table.
“Pfannee got me the new issue of Ozmopolitan,” she said with a sunny smile.
When she glanced back, Elphaba was staring at her—her expression perilously close to a pout.
“Will you put that away?” Galinda waved vaguely toward where Elphaba was still hard.
Elphaba drew in a breath and tugged her panties up, tucking herself away slowly. She stayed on her back for a moment, watching as Galinda flipped through glossy pages like nothing had happened. With a sigh, Elphaba removed her glasses and held them out. Galinda took them without looking, setting them neatly on the nightstand.
Elphaba rolled onto her stomach, trying to ignore the pool of lamplight as Galinda read. The pressure against the mattress made everything worse; shifting helped a little, but relief was fleeting. Then Galinda’s hand settled on her back. Elphaba couldn’t tell if it was a small act of affection… or a reminder that she was being watched.
Eventually, Galinda switched off the lamp and turned toward her, wedging one leg over Elphaba’s hips and drawing her in close. A wash of comforting pheromones seeped into the air as Galinda cuddled her. The tight coil in Elphaba’s body slowly unwound. Sleep came eventually—though she was still achingly hard when it did.
When Elphaba woke, it was to the sight of Galinda with her Ozmopolitan sprawled open on her chest, like she’d woken up, started reading, and drifted back to sleep.
Elphaba yawned, rolling over then winced. She was still hard. She briefly considered taking care of it before Galinda stirred; she didn’t want to spend the morning navigating around a full, aching bulge.
But Galinda rolled toward her, closing the scant space between them. Elphaba shifted the magazine so it wouldn’t get crushed. Galinda’s hand reached for it automatically, and Elphaba caught her wrist, prying it gently away before tucking the magazine on her other side.
Galinda inched closer, grumbling under her breath, her hand finding its way to Elphaba’s chest as she nestled in. She was so beautiful like this, face softened by sleep. Elphaba took a slow breath and rubbed her eyes, mind working on how to slip free without waking her entirely.
“It’s still early,” Galinda murmured.
Elphaba’s gaze snapped down; her head was resting right over her chest, eyes open, rimmed faintly red.
“Did you sleep?” Elphaba asked, brow knitting as she slid an arm around her.
“Mmhmm,” came the sleepy reply.
“It doesn’t look like it.”
Galinda rolled her eyes. “You stopped me from getting my beauty sleep.”
“You don’t need it,” Elphaba said without thinking.
Galinda smiled and swung a leg over Elphaba’s. The pressure on the bulge trapped beneath her panties made Elphaba groan before she could stop herself.
Galinda’s eyes flicked downward, she eased her leg back a fraction, laughing softly. “Already?”
Galinda slid her leg back into place, and Elphaba bit her lip.
“Have you been taking your suppressants?” Galinda asked, her hand gliding down to cup the bulge between Elphaba’s thighs.
Elphaba let out a broken hum. “I have.”
“It’s just… you’ve been more riled up than usual lately.”
“I wonder why,” Elphaba mumbled.
Galinda’s grip tightened, and Elphaba’s hand shot down to her wrist.
“I didn’t hear that,” Galinda said coolly.
Elphaba dropped her hand, voice low. “Nothing, my sweet.”
Galinda laughed. “Trying to butter me up?”
Her hand stayed there, unmoving, and Elphaba had to simply endure the pressure. When she didn’t react, Galinda leaned in to kiss her. Elphaba squeezed her eyes shut against the warmth of it.
“Elphie.” Her name came out thick and sweet, and Elphaba cracked one eye open.
Galinda kissed her again, slower this time, bringing her hand back to press into the already taut fabric of her panties. She hooked her fingers to pull Elphaba’s cock free, letting it jut up over the waistband. Only then did she pull back from the kiss to glance down at it.
“Contrary to popular belief,” she said, “I don’t like to see you suffering.” She looked up at Elphaba, shaking her head. “I really don’t. I prefer when you act like a proper alpha—none of that whining and beg—” She broke off with a small smirk. “No, I do quite like that, actually.”
Her voice softened, amused. “But what I’m saying is—okay, I like the whining too. But above all that? It’s something about knowing you’re holding everything in and being good for me.”
Elphaba stared at her, nodding slowly, then parted her legs a little.
Galinda laughed. “Are you even listening?” She rolled her eyes. “I guess I can’t have it all.”
Galinda glanced down at Elphaba’s cock peeking out, a slow smile curling her lips. Then she looked back up. “Take it off.”
Elphaba obeyed. Galinda reached for her panties. Elphaba hesitated for a moment before lying back and handing them over.
“To clean up after you come,” Galinda said matter-of-factly.
Elphaba’s cock twitched at that. “I get to come?”
Galinda rolled her eyes but just shrugged.
“Thank you,” Elphaba breathed.
Galinda hummed, reaching out like this was beneath her.
“You deserve it,” she muttered, and Elphaba felt the slick warmth pooling at her tip.
Her hand slid around Galinda’s waist, tapping lightly. “Can I move?”
“Not yet,” Galinda said firmly.
“But you can act like the frustrated little pup you are.”
Elphaba groaned immediately, pushing both hands behind her head to keep from pulling Galinda onto her.
Galinda hummed in amusement. “Pull up your vest.”
Elphaba’s hands obeyed, tugging up her vest and leaving it draped around her neck.
Galinda sped up her hand, chuckling. “It hasn’t even been five minutes and the place already stinks.”
Elphaba’s eyes snapped open.“Stinks?”
Galinda rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t think your scent stinks. I mean, all I can smell right now is your scent.”
Elphaba fought the urge to grin right in her face.mGalinda squeezed a little on the way up, and Elphaba shot upright. Galinda pulled back her hand, and Elphaba sank back down onto the bed. Without missing a beat, Galinda reattached her hand, eyes locked on Elphaba’s.
“You should be better at controlling yourself, needy little alpha.”
Elphaba hummed in agreement.
Galinda smiled, leaning in close and said, “You’re my needy little alpha.”
Elphaba wrapped a hand back around her, the other cradling behind her head, nodding.
She spoke softly, voice trembling, “I am, Oz! I’m yours.”
Galinda could tell Elphaba was close. She started twisting her hand with more purpose.
Elphaba became a blabbering mess. “Need you, Galinda…”
She glanced at Galinda and realized the blonde was rubbing her thighs together. Her gaze dropped, mesmerized by Galinda’s hand wrapped firmly around her.
“I’m close,” Elphaba mumbled.
Galinda’s voice softened. “Okay.”
“Whenever,” she added.
Elphaba felt like she could scream. She didn’t have to beg. She almost came right then and there—knowing she could, whenever she wanted. Elphaba started thrusting, pushing up into Galinda’s hand as it moved swiftly along the length of her cock.
Her fingers reached down, tugging Galinda’s nightgown up and pressing her palm firmly against Galinda’s back. A low, desperate groan slipped past her lips as her hips arched higher, seeking more. Galinda’s hand slid down and then came back up tight again, sending another wave through Elphaba. Her heels pressed flat against the bed, hips bucking as if she were rutting into something far more substantial than just Galinda’s hand.
Galinda watched with an unreadable expression—one Elphaba only caught in her blurred state as she turned her face into the pillow. With each pump, a low sound vibrated deep in Elphaba’s throat, and then she came.
Galinda angled her cock toward her, so Elphaba came all over herself. She felt the hot rush land along her stomach, even near her sternum. Her thighs trembled, legs sliding down to rest flat on the bed as she caught her breath.
But Galinda’s hand stayed wrapped around her, pulling upward as if determined to coax every last drop out. Even after she withdrew her hand, Elphaba remained semi-hard. Galinda clicked her tongue and wiped her hand on Elphaba’s leg.
Elphaba glanced down, realizing what she was doing, and murmured, “Galinda…”
“Well, I’m not going to wipe it on myself,” Galinda replied with a smirk.
Elphaba sighed deeply, tilting her head back as she gathered what little air she could. She had half a mind to ask Galinda for her panties, but her throat felt too tight—she couldn’t even form the words.
Then, she felt it again, the stirrings of hardness returning. Just registering Galinda’s scent sent a fresh pulse of heat through her, making her hard all over again.
Elphaba swallowed, voice low. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Galinda’s lips curled into a smirk. “I didn’t do anything… but I’ll humor you. I didn’t have to do what?”
“You purposely made me come all over myself.”
Galinda scoffed immediately. “This is exactly why I don’t like alphas—you’re so ungrateful.”
Elphaba closed her eyes, cheeks burning hot.
Galinda shook her gently, annoyed by the lack of eye contact. “I just helped you come. And now it’s my fault you can’t control yourself, that you shot your load all over yourself.”
The words echoed inside Elphaba’s mind, sharper than she expected. Shot my load. But Galinda wasn’t finished.
“I made you come all over yourself,” she said again, shaking her head. “Make sure you don’t ask me for anything next time.”
Without another word, she slipped out of bed. Tentatively, Elphaba reached out a hand to ask for her panties, but before she could say a word, Galinda tossed them at her.
And of course she was hard again…
Reading her mind, Galinda said, “And since you want to blame other people for your orgasm, you’re not allowed to cum.”
Elphaba fought back a groan but grabbed the panties anyway, wiping herself up as best she could. She lay there for a moment, knowing she’d have to get ready soon if she wanted to have breakfast without rushing.
With a sigh, she got up. Elphaba brought Galinda’s magazine over and laid it on her vanity.
“Oh, thank you,” Galinda said, but when she looked up, she came face to face with Elphaba’s nether regions.
Galinda raised her eyebrows, trying not to laugh, while Elphaba quickly covered herself with her hands, even though fully erect like now, there was barely any hiding it.
Galinda brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a laugh.
“It’s a good thing we share a room—you’re so excitable.” She shook her head with a grin. “You come all over yourself and you’re still…”
She broke off in a hum, brushing her hair back.
Elphaba was about to retreat when Galinda added, “I mean, I know alphas are insatiable, and of course, to some degree that’s expected. But Elphie—you’re not just any alpha. You know better… you’ve been taught better.”
She glanced down at where Elphaba still cupped herself.
“Or maybe I’m just not doing enough.”
Elphaba’s voice was small. “Galinda, I’m sorry.”
She looked up at the ceiling and added, “Your… um, scent. And when you were rubbing your legs together…”
Galinda noticed Elphaba’s eyes had barely any of that vibrant green she loved, she was that turned on.
“Well, we both know that isn’t true. You’ve been turned on by less,” Galinda laughed softly. “But alas, you’ve lost privileges because you don’t know how to be grateful.”
“But Galinda,” Elphaba protested, “you purposely aimed it up.” She pressed her eyes shut.
Galinda smiled and said, “Thank you. Please regulate these emotions.”
Elphaba opened her eyes, and Galinda just grinned. “Kiss.”
Elphaba leaned down, took her chin gently, and kissed her.