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Fiyeraba Smut Week 2026
“I CAN TEACH YOU”
(Experienced/Inexperienced)
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“Good girl,” Fiyero murmurs, his lips hot and wet at Elphaba’s ear as he presses an oiled finger against her ass, moaning into her ear as it slides easily inside to the first knuckle. “Fuck, Fae, look at you, taking me so perfectly, opening for me.”
Elphaba whines, rocking her hips back against his hand, against both of his hands, her mouth open and her face shoved into the sheets. He has two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass, and she feels like she’s going to vibrate out of her body as he continues to whisper absolute filth in her ear.
“So perfect for me, my sweet,” he croons, his voice low and deep in her ear, his tongue tracing the shell as he rocks that one finger in and out, the oil coating the digit sliding down her ass as he pumps two fingers into her cunt, his thumb on her clit as he opens her up for him. “Fuck, Fae, you should see yourself —”
He trails off, grunting as he slides his lips from her ear to kiss a path down her spine. Her thighs are shaking from the effort of holding herself up, ass in the air, head down and hands tied to the headboard with soft, silk scarves.
“Can I go deeper?” he murmurs, pausing his lips at the swell of her ass to glance down at her. She nods, her hot cheek pressed into the sheet, and then moans as he slides the finger out, coats it in oil again, and then sinks it inside of her all the way to the hilt, his other hand still fucking her slow and deep. “Taking me so well, my love. Making room inside that perfect ass for my cock.”
Elphaba whimpers and shoves her ass back onto his hand and then down against the fingers in her pussy, her body overstimulated in the best way. She’s dripping arousal to the sheets below, Fiyero’s palm coated in her slick as he rubs his finger along the inside of her rim, loosening the furled muscle, helping her relax.
“My cock is much bigger than this little hole, though,” he hums, pausing to sink his teeth into the generous swell of her ass. He sucks and then soothes, his tongue tracing the mark he’s just sucked to the surface of her cheek. “Can you take another finger, lovely?”
Elphaba nods frantically, pulling at her restraints and pressing her forehead to the bed, her neck stretched taut and her hips trembling as she tries to decide which feeling to lean into, which of Fiyero’s hands to arch against.
“Just like that, baby,” he murmurs, and Elphaba groans as he slides a second oil slicked finger against her hole. She can feel the muscle clenching and unclenching around nothing, eager to suck his fingers back inside, and she whines as she shoves her ass back against him, trying to get them inside of her as he slowly traces her rim, her ass so oily that it slips obscenely down her crack and to the bed beneath them.
“Fiyero!” she yells, frustrated, and he chuckles as he slides both fingers inside of her at once with little warning, punching the breath out of her as he fills her more than she’s ever been filled before. Her thighs tremble and give out, and Fiyero chuckles softly as he slides his hand from her pussy to lower her gently to the bed, the two fingers screwing into her ass never pausing.
“Do you need to lie down, Fae?”
She nods, licking her dry lips as he hums and reaches up to rearrange her hands so that he can turn her over until her head is on the pillow and her back against the wet sheets, her thighs dropping open easily under his touch. He sits back on his knees, eyes roaming her flushed green skin, mouth parted in arousal as he takes in the marks he’s left on her, the way her chest heaves, the shimmering of her cunt.
“Beautiful,” he decides, and before she has a chance to argue with him, he’s leaning down and kissing her, the material of his shirt nearly too much on her oversensitive skin. She whines and pulls on the silk scarves, unable to move, to get away from the starchy material brushing against her stomach, her breasts, her nipples. He feels her squirming underneath him and chuckles, purposely making the material scrape across her nipples, drinking down the sounds she makes when it does.
When he pulls back she chases his lips and he smiles, tracing the swollen skin with his thumb as he sits back and rearranges her to his liking. He pushes until her thighs are spread wide for him and settles her feet flat on the bed, pushing her knees down until she’s pinned like a butterfly to the sheets below, her wet pussy glistening.
“Here, love,” he murmurs, twisting until he can reach into the bedside table for something. Elphaba watches him, her heart thudding in her chest, her eyes glassy and half lidded, and she moans when he comes back with one of their toys. It’s a silicone replica of a dick, not quite as big as his but close. He smiles as he slicks the toy with oil, “Not that you need it, Fae, just look at the mess you’ve made,” and then presses it to the entrance of her pussy.
“I need both of my hands back here,” he murmurs, pinching at her ass as he slides it slowly inside. Elphaba whines and pushes up into the stretch, welcoming the hard silicone into her body, shuddering when it’s fully seated inside.
“Yero,” she moans, stomach trembling as he flicks the button on the back. “Oh! Yero!”
It begins to vibrate slowly, and Elphaba throws her head back, her feet slipping on the bed as she thrusts her hips into the air, chasing the pleasure the toy provides.
“Don’t come until I’m inside of you,” he murmurs, smirking as he slides back between her thighs, lifting her feet over his hips as he reaches for the pot of oil again. Elphaba watches him, pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as he slides his fingers through the oil, coating two of them generously before he presses them back against her asshole. He watches, fascinated, as the muscle gives way easily, too easily, and sucks him inside, his fingers sliding in and in and in until the knuckles on his hand hit against her ass.
“Fi-Fiyero,” Elphaba grunts, rocking back onto his fingers while he slowly scissors them, stretching her for what’s to come.
“So perfect,” he breathes, watching in rapt attention as his fingers disappear inside of her. His eyes dart up to meet hers and he grins, winking, before he’s ducking down, pushing her legs over his shoulders, and then suddenly his tongue is on her, licking at the stretch of skin between where she’s stuffed with the toy and where his fingers are still slowly fucking into her, stretching her wide, and —
“Yero! You can’t… that’s…”
He grins up at her, over the edge of the toy sticking out of her cunt, and winks.
“It’ll feel good, I promise,” he murmurs, and then his tongue is circling his own fingers, wet and hot and slick around where he’s stretching her. It slides through the mess he’s made of her and then inside, and Elphaba’s back arches off of the bed.
“Don’t come,” he reminds her, his face suddenly appearing over her pelvis, his lips pressed in a thin line. “Not until I’m inside of you, Fae.”
“I can’t… Yero, I need…”
She can’t find the words, though, can’t articulate exactly what she needs. All she knows is that she’s close, so close, the vibrating in her pussy and the fingers in her ass — it’s all too much. She’s so full, fuller than she’s ever been, and she’s aching for him, wanting him inside of her.
“Please,” she begs, her voice wet with tears as he slicks up and slides a third finger inside of her. “Please, Yero. I need you.”
Fiyero kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, and then under her jaw as he stretches her on three of his fingers. “Almost, love. You’re almost there. Just a little bit longer.”
Elphaba cries out in frustration, squeezing her legs tightly together around his hand and biting the inside of her cheek to keep from coming as the dual sensations of the toy and his fingers bring her closer and closer to the edge.
“I can’t stop… I’m gonna…”
Fiyero pulls his fingers out of her without warning and Elphaba whines in relief, bucking up against the toy as he sits back and pushes his trousers down only enough to free his cock. He’s still fully dressed, the material of his clothes like sandpaper on her skin as he pushes her thighs open wider, settling between them as he reaches for the oil.
“Stop me if you need to, love,” he murmurs, and Elphaba is nodding as he dribbles oil over the tip of his cock, spreading it down the length with his hand before pressing the blunt head of it against her oil slicked hole.
“Please,” she begs, hands twisted above her head, eyes clenched shut, thighs trembling. “Please, Yero, please—”
They both moan as the head of his cock slips past the tight ring of muscle and sinks inside. Fiyero’s hands tighten on her inner thighs where he’s holding her open for him, her legs hanging uselessly in the air as he pushes and pushes, punching the air out of her as he buries himself into the hot tightness of her ass.
“Fuck, Fae… fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Oz,” he moans, his own beautiful blue eyes fluttering shut as he bottoms out, his pelvis tight against her ass, his cock, thick and hard, buried deep inside of her.
He doesn’t move for a long moment, his fingers digging into her thighs so hard she knows they’re going to leave bruises, and he grunts, all of the air wooshing out of him as he leans down to kiss her, his stomach bumping against the toy still vibrating inside of her pussy.
“You can come whenever you like,” he murmurs, his lips brushing hers teasingly before he kisses her for real, mouth open, tongue wet and hot against hers as he swallows the sounds she’s making. She’s crying out, practically screaming into his mouth as his stomach presses the toy further inside of her, as he begins to slowly fuck her ass, his thrusts shallow and steady as his cock bumps up against the vibrator in her pussy, separated by only a thin strech of skin. He growls at the feeling, hips stuttering as he begins to lengthen his movements, cock sliding almost all of the way out before sinking back inside, punching the breath out of her with every thrust.
It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming out her orgasm, her legs trembling where he holds them in the air, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip until they both taste blood.
“Fuck, Fae,” he groans, pulling back and licking at his own lip as she trembles on the bed, her whole body shaking as she comes down from her orgasm. “Fuck, that was perfect. So fucking good for me.”
Elphaba whines, licking his blood from her lips and pulling against her restraints as the buzzing in her cunt and his thick cock in her ass becomes too much. It’s too much, too much—
“You can take it,” Fiyero grunts, eyes closed as he begins to thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass every time he bottoms out inside of her, chasing the feeling of the vibration through her vaginal wall as he fucks her ass. He dribbles more oil over his cock the next time he pulls out and then it’s easier, smoother, slicker as he chases his own release. He can feel his balls tightening and his cock thickening inside of her, and all it takes is for him to open his eyes, to see the way she’s shuddering on the bed, her whole body flushed hot and green, her eyes clenched shut and the tears tracking down her cheeks and then he’s there, exploding inside of her, his hips stuttering as he fills her with spurt after spurt of hot come, his movements becoming sloppy as it leaks out of her ass and onto the bed below them.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, reaching with shaking hands to pull the toy from her cunt. He shuts it off and tosses it over the side of the bed, and then he’s collapsing on top of her, hands reaching to pull the release on the scarves. He rolls them over until Elphaba is on top of him, the tip of his cock still inside of her ass, and reaches for her wrists, rubbing them gently as he kisses her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids — anywhere he can reach.
“You did so good for me, Fae,” he croons, his voice low and sweet as he holds her carefully, one hand rubbing up and down her back while the other caresses her wrists. “Such a good girl. Oz, you took me so well. Did you like that? Did it feel good?”
Elphaba nods, her throat dry and her eyelids so heavy she doesn’t know if she can open them.
She doesn’t need to, though, because as always, Fiyero knows what she needs.
He takes such good care of her.
“Here,” he murmurs, and then he’s sitting up, making her sit up, and pressing the rim of a cup against her lips and she’s greedily sucking down the water until it’s all gone. She collapses back against him when she’s finished, and he murmurs soft, nonsensical words of praise into her ear as he lays her back down, disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm, wet cloth.
“Almost ready to rest,” he promises when she groans, her thighs spasming when he parts them to wipe away the mess of oil, come, and slick. She knows she’ll be grateful later that he thought to do this, but at the moment she’s tired, sore, and in desperate need of cuddles.
He’s quick in changing the sheets, and then they’re both sighing in relief when he curls back into the bed, pulling her to his chest and wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight in the way he knows she likes it after things get a little intense.
“You good, Fae?”
Elphaba nods, sighing happily as she traces her fingers through his chest hair.
“Mmmm … I’m perfect,” she murmurs.
Fiyero chuckles and kisses her forehead, sliding a thigh between hers as he pets her hair softly. “Good. Now, time to get some rest, my love, because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”