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Of all days she thought it would be a brilliant idea to wear a (very evidently) shorter skirt today. For what? To “rile” Galinda up, obviously. Elphaba is not the kind to wear something quite... revealing. Not until now, or to be precise, not if it's for a purpose—in which the purpose is Galinda—today, she'd purposefully slide in front of Galinda, sleekly rubbing her ass against the Alpha's knees, before settling in her own seat in class. 

It is a "brilliant" idea because Galinda is in pre-rut. 

The library was unusually packed with the lack of presence, the only source of sound being Galinda flicking the pages of her book while sitting sideways and the tapping of Elphaba's thick heels as she retrieved a book from the rotating shelves. Galinda truly was trying to focus on the texts, but her eyes were drawn back to the illustrations every single time; there was a thunk that disintegrated her (attempted) focus, she darted her gaze towards the sound: Elphaba had accidentally dropped a book behind her—Oz, what a stack—Galinda watched as the Omega turned on her heel and bent over in a way that's too much than necessary, her ass was almost up in the air, and the hem of her skirt lifting up to reveal more of her soft, green thighs. 

Galinda didn't realize the accumulation in her throat until now. Fuck.

Elphaba rose again, then dragged her strides towards the circular desk. She dropped the stack of volumes in front of Galinda, eliciting a flinch from the Alpha. "This," Elphaba said, her hands on top of the stack, her fingers against the spine. Up close, it was actually three books, but thick. "Is the amount of reading I have to complete this week," she added with little to no expression before sitting beside Galinda, dragging the stack towards her now. 

Galinda gulped. "That's... a lot." She tried to retain a semblance of serenity, subtly tossing her short hair. "It's unfortunate being you, isn't it?" She teased, resting her cheek on her hand whilst staring at the Omega. 

"Very unfortunate, my sweet," Elphaba cooed despite her eyes being glued on the page in front of her, meticulously dragging her fingers, almost sensually, flipping the page. Galinda's eyes followed her every movement, Elphaba's nails tracing the dried ink on the yellowed parchment, all she could imagine was the Omega's beautiful long nails scratching their way along Galinda's back, and her soft fingers stroking her co–

"Undressing me with your eyes instead of your hands," Elphaba lightly chided, lightly teasing; her eyes narrowing towards the flustered Alpha, smirking. "I thought a gentleman like you would know better not to ogle too much." 

Galinda's lips tugged into a nervous smile. "Well, yes, but–" The truth is, she was already hard, she sat cross-legged to hide it—suddenly, her pants felt too tight to wear. Galinda lightly grasped the hem of Elphaba's skirt. "What's this for?"

"For me to wear," Elphaba stated, bluntly. "That's the purpose of every article of clothing, I thought a fashion aficionado like you would know."

Galinda felt her lips twitch. She's starting to feel pent up now. She grasped the skirt tighter, she could make out the slight expression change on Elphaba's face as the Omega gazed down to where her fist was. "I know you're doing this on purpose, Elphaba Thropp." She growled and leaned closer, caramel scent starting to emit. 

Elphaba leaned closer, her lips just against the Alpha's earlobe. "Just wait and see," she purred, her voice low and sultry. She pulled away, and the silence grew prevalent. Galinda could only display a shy face adorned with flushed cheeks. Her erection felt almost painful now. "You're trembling, my sweet. Are you alright?" Her hand were placed on Galinda's arm, albeit gentler now, reassuring.

"You know, you can't just–" Galinda's hand flew to Elphaba's thighs, the sound emitted almost like a slap. "Wear something like this when everyone can see you. I don't want anyone seeing you like that." She squeezed the Omega's thighs after a pause, her scent grew headier now, making Elphaba's thighs tremble. 

Elphaba almost moaned at the motion. There was only a phantom lump on her throat now. "It's not good to make assumptions about people, don't you think?" She tried to fight back as she rose from her seat to straddle the Alpha. 

But it was true, some people stared, people who had eyes and the tendency to ogle as a package deal, salivating when a sliver of skin is exposed.

"You're testing me."

"I didn't know you had a problem with that." Elphaba smirked. "Considering all your... previous tactics to make your way with me."

She was not wrong. Galinda admits—it was the thing, the fact, that frustrated her. To be proved wrong during her most vehemenced state. Albeit part of her wants to fuck the Omega ever so strenuously to the point the wits that came from her mouth would turn into moans, screams, and pleas—to make up for every frustration she caused today. Galinda abruptly shoved her own face to Elphaba's neck, receiving a gasp from the latter as she bit, hard. The Alpha could smell the arousal from the Omega. She was right after all.

Elphaba slammed Galinda to the back of her chair, probity in her stead. It was enough to let the Alpha know who was in charge. "How dare you talk about the public's impression," she chided, blunt as a knife honed with harsh sincerity. "When you sunk your teeth against my neck, in the library, have you no shame?" 

Oh. That certainly did not help Galinda's case, her dick only strained harder against the formerly smooth fabric of her pants, now creased with arousal.

There was still a scarcity of presence, none even, but that didn't change anything.

"I'll take this," Elphaba palmed Galinda's erection, then pressed, and pressed, receiving a (pleasured) hiss from the blonde. "As a no."

"Elphie, please..." Galinda plead, her voice now shivering under the weight of her own desperation, and—

"Are you–?" Elphaba felt wetness start to gather between her legs as a smell—heady, possessive, and ever so tempting—tickled her nostrils. She felt herself growing weak against the Alpha.

"We shouldn't be here," Galinda purred, her voice low and frail. "Let's go back before it gets worse, please."

They ran throughout the (thankfully) quiet and uncrowded halls, their steps echoing along the sleek and smooth floor. The moment they reached their door, Elphaba closed the door behind her and was immediately pinned by the Alpha, her nose sliding against the side of her neck. "I want you, I need you." Her voice a whisper, but loud against Elphaba's ear. "Elphie."

Elphaba moaned as Galinda started to leave kisses along her neck, restraint holding her to not bite right into her scent gland. The Alpha's hands found purchase on her hips, one hand trailing down to hitch her skirt up. "So short," Galinda said, her breath heavier now. "Just for me." Her pheromones only swelled, what used to be of sweet peonies and caramel became overwhelming. 

Elphaba's hands cupped Galinda's face, squeezing her flushed cheeks. "Just for you, my love." She kissed the latter, asserting her tongue before Galinda tilted her head and lunged forward to assert hers, pushing The Omega further against the door. "Mmm... G-Galinda...!"

The Alpha rubbed her hand against Elphaba's clad sex, taking in the wetness and scent from The Omega, one hand still gripping her hip to keep her still as Elphaba attempted to grind on Galinda's fingers. "Stay still," she chided, gently. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Their lips were still close, her breath hot against the flesh. She slipped three fingers between Elphaba's underwear, pushing it aside to caress her folds. "To be fucked relentlessly." She growled, slowly leading her fingers inside, slick, and wet. The warmth welcoming her, eliciting a moan from the Omega. "So wet for me."

Elphaba threw her head back, mouth agape as Galinda thrusted her fingers inside her. If she cared enough about faith, she'd call her sounds sinful. The Alpha's thumb rubbed her clit as her fingers curled, and curled inside her, it was enough to already push the Omega into the edge. Elphaba rolled her hips, mewling in every thrust. "Galinda, please... faster!"

Galinda pulled out, Elphaba's climax was now an empty husk inside her. "Wh... why?" She bellowed, her palms firmly pressed against the door, nails scratching the wood, leaving marks. 

"This, my love," Galinda purred, tightening her grip on Elphaba's hip. "Was the anticipation I felt." Her hand moved to grope the Omega's ass, squeezing it before pulling her closer; making her feel the persistent erection, now pressed warm against her stomach. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Elphaba said, her voice cracking almost below a whisper. She looked absolutely ruined—Galinda could only think of, 'already?'—sweat was dribbling down her defined yet soft veneer, a sprinkle of saliva now visible on her plump, green lips. 

"Louder."

"Yes!" Elphaba's scream dripped with utter prurience, a lilt almost melodious. Her hips grind against Galinda's clad cock. "I want your knot inside me! Please..." By impulse, an abrupt strength drove Galinda to lift up the Omega, her arms and legs wrapped flaccidly around her. 

Galinda laid Elphaba down on her plush bed before unzipping her own pants in a hassle, urged by a stubborn and throbbing ache in her crotch. The hassle was now standing in liberty, leaked with pre-cum. She was thick and of quite a considerable length, the sight motioned the Omega to undress her pussy, throwing the lacy underwear to the cold floor. Elphaba spread her legs, two fingers parting her folds, presenting to the Alpha as she licked her lips. A mien Galinda could only read as provocative. "What are you waiting for?"

Galinda gritted her teeth, the sound of exasperation only heard to her. She had enough of Elphaba's teasing, yet her throbbing cock said otherwise. Galinda lowered herself, allowing her lower body to press against Elphaba's. The latter squirmed under her as she unbuttoned her shirt, each button undone rigorously, slowly and almost torturous. It was the same when Galinda slid the straps of Elphaba's bra off her shoulders, her nipples erect as if it were already itching to be exposed to the air, and, sucked. Her tongue licked the sensitive nub then treaded along her breast, her hand fondling the other. Elphaba’s hips jerk, rubbing her pussy further onto Galinda’s cock, gleaming the veins with slick. “Galinda! Please, please–”

Galinda’s fingers flew from Elphaba’s breast to her mouth, leaving a palimpsest of stimulus as she stuck two fingers between her lips. The Omega gasped, her breath growing labored, eyebrows creased down. “So, your mouth can only beg now?” She said with fractious geniality, a tug on the corner of her lips. Satisfied with her own words drawing a sudden mewl from the Omega below her, Galinda split her folds with her tip as if she were steered by austerity. She gripped her thighs possessively, spreading them wider. Elphaba’s eyelids stirred down and down by every inch of Galinda’s huge dick pushing itself inside her. Elphaba moaned, directly in Galinda’s ear, wrapping her arms around the Alpha’s neck. A strain so lecherous gracing her ear. “Fuck, Elphie… you’re so tight!”

Galinda nestled her face in the crook of Elphaba’s neck, savoring the lovely smell of poppies and something woodsy she couldn’t name, but it was certainly very Elphie. Something carnal presenting itself as a guttural moan escaped her lips as she pummeled deep inside the Omega, the wetness of her mouth faintly slobbering Elphaba’s neck. She felt warm, and tight. Her wetness wrapped her cock just right. 

Galinda pulled her face out as she did her cock, then slammed it back in, extending her speed; drawing a whimper from the Omega with every thrust. “Ah…! Ah–Galinda, you’re so–big! Oh, Oz–” 

Elphaba raked her nails along Galinda’s clothed back, crumpling the linen. She bit down another moan, her bottom lip starting ache from the scrape. Galinda beheld as her cock, soaked from Elphaba’s slick, slid inside and out of the Omega, stretching the thick, purple-ish labia in every pound. Elphaba gazed at her through half lidded eyes, mouth agape with saliva almost dribbling down her chin. “You’re so beautiful like this, Elphie,” she uttered between gasps, slamming harder. “My lovely Elphie, so ruined for me…” She caressed Elphaba’s stomach, feeling the bulge every time she thrusts deep. “My gorgeous Elphie,” she repeated her name like a prayer, a praise, before pushing the Omega’s legs over her shoulders until her feet touched the plush and grand pillow. 

Galinda grinds against Elphaba’s ass and thighs as the new position provides her the ability to easily fill the Omega’s pussy deeper. Her hands smoothed its way along Elphaba’s freckled thighs, muttering praises under her breath before grasping her inner knees; they were beaded with sweat, akin to both of their bodies. “My sweet, ah–! you feel so–so… good inside of me…”  

“You love being fucked like this, d-do you? This is the fill you want, fuck…”

Galinda pressed her lips against Elphaba’s, suppressing her moans from the room and having her bellow inside of her mouth instead. Galinda pulled away from the kiss, watching the Omega’s breasts bounce as The Alpha slammed her pussy repeatedly. Her momentary solitude was shelved when Elphaba screamed, “Y-Yes–! Right there! Ah–” 

Galinda’s faster thrusts were anything but a prolonged moment, it was only fleeting as she felt her knot start to form. “Elphie, I’m… I’m close!” 

Elphaba cupped Galinda’s cheeks. “Let it all out, my pretty–” Her walls were clenching around Galinda’s cock. “C-Come inside of me… breed me! Oh, Galin–”

Elphaba’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, eyelids fluttering shut as she came undone, her release enveloping Galinda’s swelling knot. “Elphie–!” The Alpha moaned—with a timbre that could make a vase quiver—as she gently pushed the knot before settling it inside, pumping her release out. Elphaba’s legs trembled as she felt hot cum filling her to the fullest, with some leaking onto the sheets. Using her very last bit of vigor, Elphaba set her legs down on the mattress.

Galinda’s head fell weakly on top of Elphaba’s chest. “I love you,” she murmured, the movement of her lips ticklish against Elphaba’s skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet.” Elphaba chuckled, a chime as beautiful as her moans, Galinda thinks. She ruffled her blonde curls with a generous amount of care. “I’m sorry for teasing you too much.”

“No,” Galinda grumbled. “Come to think of it… you should wear that skirt more often.” She looked up, pouting, the dawning red on her cheeks now visible. 

“Oh? What’s with the sudden change of heart?”

“You looked–no, you look hot. In it. And in anything else, or in nothing, and–” Galinda fumbled her words looking at Elphaba’s blooming smirk. 

“I’ll consider it,” Elphaba said, cupping Galinda’s face then pecked her lips. She wrapped her arms around the Alpha, prompting her to do the same, letting the knot that bound them settle for a while.