Hi! I'm new to writing Wicked fanfiction but I am insanely excited to have started! So being that this is my first Wicked fic, I hope you enjoy!

Secondly, I found this article online called "50 Things Every Woman Should Realize About Men," and thought it would be interesting to write a Fiyeraba fic based on it. So each chapter will be one of the 50 things. This will be in the T-M section. If it is an M chapter, I will make note of that at the beginning of the chapter. Each story is independent of one another, so you can simply skip and chapters you're uncomfortable reading.

This one is mostly T, there is some mild nudity at the end. It involves the concept of watching porn, and the end in somewhat in the M category.

Ok, so now that we've gotten all the technicalities out of the way, read on!


You Gotta Stay Away From His Internet Search History

Elphaba trusted Fiyero. She did. She really did.

That didn't mean her interest wasn't piqued when he left his laptop open one day.

She always felt Fiyero was spending an unhealthy amount of time on his new computer. She could not imagine what one could possibly want with a contraption like that for so long. She would much rather be curled up with a book than with a laptop.

Her husband begged to differ.

She knew it was wrong, and most certainly an invasion of his privacy, but she just couldn't help perusing his internet search history to see what he had been up to.

At an initial glance, he had last been reading an article about politics in the Vinkus. She remembered him scoffing at how the reporter had not a clue what he was talking about, before realizing he actually had a meeting to be at and dashed off, kissing her softly on the cheek on his way out.

Another tab was open to a video called "Best of Funny Cats." She snorted. Fiyero wouldn't admit it to anyone but her, but he loved cats. He was always calling her over to watch a cat bark like a dog or something. This one was over ten minutes long. She rolled her eyes, silently thinking, I married a nine year old.

Since nothing interesting was open right in his browser, she decided to dig a little deeper and see what else he had been searching.

She wasn't prepared for what she found.

Pornhub.

XXX Girls.

Lesbea.

Lesbea?

Elphaba jerked away from the computer, trying to control her anger. So this is what he has been doing, spending all his time on the internet? Watching porn?

Intellectually, she knew it was something all guys do. And she knew she shouldn't take it personally. But she most certainly did. What was he getting from these videos that he wasn't getting from her? Was she not enough for him?

Stop it, she chided herself. Fiyero loves you, and you damn well know that.

The ethical side of her brain decided to chime in, And you're the one wanted to search through his history! He never meant for you to find out!

That indeed was true. This was all her fault. If she hadn't been a snoop, she wouldn't have found out about this, and she could continue living her normal life with her husband...

But now the cogs in her head were turning, and in less than a clock-tick she had opened one of the videos. Perhaps she could use this information to her advantage. She could see what was getting him excited, and then prove to him that she was the only thing he needed.

Being as studious as she was, she quickly got to studying...


"Honey, I'm home!" Fiyero called jokingly, dropping his bag on the couch. Seeing and hearing no one, he called out again, "Fae?"

"In here," he heard her reply. It sounded like it was coming from their bedroom, and it sounded sultry. A bulge immediately formed in his pants.

Who was he to deny the woman he loved if she felt like being sultry? Especially for him?

He quickly stumbled over to their bedroom, desperately needing to see her.

And oh, did he see her.

She was on their bed, not wearing a stitch, touching herself.

Fiyero simply stood there watching her, slack-jawed, and rooted to the floor.

"Like what you see?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him, followed by a perfectly timed moan from her own ministrations.

He growled and stormed over to her, quickly removing his shirt in the process. "The only one who should make you moan like that is me," he said, asserting his dominance by crawling on top of her and capturing her lips with his.

"Glad you decided to join me," she whispered between kisses, easily undoing the button and zipper on his pants, revealing him to her.

No more words were spoken. The only sounds that filled the air were moans and shallow breathing, and after all was done, sweaty and satiated and curled in one another's arms, Elphaba knew for certain that she was all he needed.


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