hey y'all this is my first one shot, and I am kind nervous, but I just watched euphoria and thought this would be a good fic idea y/n goes to fez's house and gets drugged by mouse instead of rue leading to a steamy confession
You knock on your best friend Fezco's door. "Fez, open up! It's pouring out here!"
The door cracks open a moment later. "Y/N, you really shouldn't be here."
"Too bad, I'm starving," you reply,making a beeline for the kitchen. You grab your favorite chipst.
"Nah, Y/N, I'm serious. You gotta get the fuck up out my house," Fez insists.
"Man stop stressin," you reply, plopping down on his couch and flipping through the TV channels.
"My supplier's bout to swing by, and I don't want you here when he does," Fez explains, growing more tense.
"I'm hungry," you repeat, munching on another chip.
"Then take the fucking chips with you," he grumbles.
"You're being hella rude today, but—" Before you can finish, Fez's phone rings, breaking the tense silence.
After a long pause, Fezco shakes his head. "I could fucking kill you right now."
Fez heads to the door as you turn off the TV. A tall, tattooed guy, way taller and bulkier than you expected, steps in behind Fez.
"Well, shit, I didn't know your bitch would be here," he says, eyeing you.
"Nah, man, she's just a friend," Fez replies, taking a seat across from you.
"Well, hello there," the guy kneels in front of you, extending his hand. "I'm Mouse. Pleasure to meet you."
"Um, hi," you mutter, cautiously shaking his hand. His intense gaze makes you uneasy, like you want to crawl out of your skin.
he says, he stands up and unpacks his bag and starts describing its contents.
"Sure you don't want any fentanyl?"
“Nah man im cool too many ODs” fez says
“How bout you little lady want any fent?”Mouse asks, looking at you.
"No," you reply firmly.
"Nah, man, she's cool," Fez interjects. You've never used drugs before (besides vaping once), and you certainly don't want to start with something as dangerous as fentanyl.
"You gonna let him speak for you?”you look to fez for help “look at me when i talk to you." Mouse demands. He grabs your chin, playing with your hair.
"Have you ever tried it?" he whispers into your ear. You shake your head, speechless.
"No, for real, bro, I don't want her messing with that shit," Fez asserts, his voice steady but tense.
"Don't look at him. Look at me," Mouse insists, grabbing your chin and staring into your eyes. "Ever tried anything?"
You remain silent, unsure how to respond.
"No, seriously, man, she's good," Fez tries to defuse the tension, but Mouse isn't done.
"You know that feeling when you come so hard you can't hear or feel shit?" Mouse whispers, leaning in close. You freeze, feeling the point of his knife against your glossed lips.
You pray silently. You can't believe you're about to die. But you glance at Fez and open your mouth.
The drug hits you fast. In less than a minute, you're numb, barely able to sense anything. You lie down on the couch, eyes barely open.
"You like that?" Mouse asks, placing your legs on his lap.
"Uh-huh," you mumble.
"Wanna try more?" Mouse offers, leaving light touches on your thighs.
"No, man, she doesn't want any more," Fez says, struggling to keep his voice calm, hiding his growing anger.
"I-I want more," you slur, wanting to feel like this forever. Mouse places patches in your shorts' waistband, his hands lingering on your hips.
"That'll cost you three hundred," Mouse says.
"I'm broke," you manage to say.
"That's too bad. Guess you'll have to find another way to pay," Mouse says, his hand creeping toward your hips.
"Man, don't make her do that. I'll pay for her," Fez interjects.
"Nah, thought you were too good for fent," Mouse retorts. Fez grabs the gun, but ultimately decides against using it. That's the last thing you remember before drifting off.
When you wake up, Mouse is long gone, and Fez is nowhere to be found. You're in Fez's room, wearing one of his sweaters. You get out of bed and head to the kitchen, where Fez is eating cereal.
"I'm sorry," you say, barely holding back tears. Fez turns around.
"No, no, don't apologize. It's my fault. I should've had you wait in another room or just fucking shot him," he says, seeing your quivering lips. He pulls you into a hug.
"That was so scary," you admit, barely keeping it together.
"I know, ma," Fez consoles you.
"I thought I was going to die," you confess.
"It's okay. You're here now, and you're safe," Fez assures you, pulling away to look into your eyes.
"I won't let him hurt you again," Fez vows.
"I know," you whisper.
When you thought you were going to die, there wasn't much you regret. You love your family. You're on good terms with almost everyone. But you had never been in love before. You always thought you and Fez would end up together, and it was only a matter of time. But life isn't guaranteed. Tomorrow might not happen. And the next time you almost die, you don't want it to be without kissing Fezco O'Neil.
You look into Fezco's blue eyes. Without thinking, you ask, "Will you kiss me?"
Fez's blue eyes widen, but he doesn't hesitate. His lips touch yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You look up at him, then at his lips.
"Do it again," you demand.
This time, Fez doesn't wait for you to finish your sentence. He kisses you fiercely. The kiss, sweet and hesitant before, is now intense and passionate. Teeth clash, and tongues wrestle as you try to get as close as possible. His strong hands wrap around your waist, and your arms tighten around his neck. You step closer, until every inch of your body presses against his. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He moves one of your hands from your waist to your neck, pressing a little harder. You let out a small gasp, pulling his face back into yours and kissing him harder. Your hands meet behind his neck, and unexpectedly, he bites your lip and looks into your eyes. You let out a whimper, but your phone dings.
"I need to get that. It's probably my mom," you sigh, disappointed that the moment is over.
"Yeah, of course," Fez says, setting you back on the ground. You look at the message from your mom, telling you to let her know if you're going to stay overnight at Maddie's house and come home.
"I'm so sorry. I have to go," you apologize.
"Okay, let me walk you out."
When you two reach the door, Fez speaks up. "Listen, I really like you. I want this to happen again. Can we do this again but not just like hooking up and shit? I want it all."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Fezco?" you ask, smiling.
"I mean, I guess, if you want to be," Fezco says, looking down and fiddling with his hands.
"Of course," you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.
"See you tomorrow."
"Bye, Y/N," he says, watching you walk away, the ghost of your kiss lingering on his lips.
“f-fez..” you whimper softly, rutting your hips up and earning a low hum from your boyfriend.
“ma just wait … gimme one more minute.” your chest grows tight as he shifts under you, adjusting so he could pack the weed into the wrap a little better.
but that was the problem, you couldn’t wait. you couldn’t wait a second more.
“fez..” you whimpered again, louder this time, needier.
“thought i told you to gimme a fuckin’ minute.” your boyfriend’s tone is a bit harsher this time, meant to intimidate you but all it does is make you hornier.
he’s so hot when he gets like that.
you can’t focus, you can’t even listen to the music blaring from his speakers anymore.
the 2 blunts you smoked ahead already fucked up your head, and feeling fez roll another one .. well …
every single thought in your brain is centered around how good fez feels inside of you, how thick he is and especially how he’s not fucking moving at all.
you can’t see it but fez smiles from behind you as he shifts again, dropping the newly rolled blunt onto the table.
“alright ma, lemme feel you move on me.” fez finally says, and you let out an audible gasp.
he lifts your hips up, deliciously dragging his cock out.
you whimper, digging your hands into his thighs. biting your lip as he thrusts back in, hard.
“f-fez..” your eyes shut tightly as he kisses your cheek.
he’s so close that you can feel his breath on your neck, the grunts and moans that tumble from his lips fanning in your ear.
you can hear the dirty sounds of your pussy squelching throughout the room.
“what you thinkin’ about pretty? what’s got you squeezing m’ cock so fucking tight?” he whispers in your ear.
your eyes shoot open as you feel a hand on your clit, rubbing it slowly.
you’re so close, so so close.
“mm-nothing!” you squeal, hips twitching as you feel your orgasm grow closer. he laughs in your ear softly and the sound travel right down to your core.
“m’ not believing that for a second. y’ fucking gushing baby, tell me.”
fez’s pace grows faster, rougher. his hands move to your thighs as he lifts them higher for a better angle.
then he fucking pistons his hips, fucking into you at an animalistic pace. the tip just barely pounds into your cervix, making you go dumb.
you’re babbling and screaming, tears pricking at your eyes from the blinding pleasure overcoming you.
your toes curl as you let out the sweetest moan, mouth falling open and ears ringing.
“f-fez! i can’t!” you cry out, feeling his fingers rubbing your clit again.
he’s everywhere at one and it’s clouding your brain.
“go on baby, cum on m’ fucking cock. wanna feel it. wanna feel you.” his words push you over the edge and you cum as hard as you have in your entire life.
your pussy twitches with sensitivity as his movements on your clit grow slower, softer.
his hips move again and he starts fucking into you slowly. you whine and twist but he moves a hand to steady you.
“p-please fez! i can’t!” you whimper, the after shocks of your last orgasm still hitting you.
you’re so sensitive right now, barely registering your last orgasm.
but fez doesn’t slow down or go faster, he bends down to your cheek and delivers a sweet kiss to it.
“one more.” he says, and it’s not a request.
it’s an order.
you twist again and his thrusts grow harder, making you cry out in pleasure. your pussy feels almost swollen at this point, but it hurts so fucking good.
“one more ma” he says again.
your eyes close as you feel another orgasm approaching.
࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez had to work, and you had to tease him while doing so. and when you tempt fez… retribution ensues.
࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: slight mention of alcohol & drug consumption, cursing, pda, grinding, dirty talk, thigh riding, manhandling, fez being horny & mad ig
࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 3.5K
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"No, sorry." Fez's voice was soft, yet firm. He didn't want the rejection to sting, but he didn't want to encourage you either.
"Please, just 5 more minutes." you said, holding on to him, trying to keep your boyfriend in bed.
"Sorry baby, can't," he denied, trying to break free from your hold as you peppered kisses down his neck, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. "Gotta go, I've got lotta clients tonite."
"I know..." you trailed off, the tips of your fingers caressing his skin as your lips pressed soft kisses down his neck. "But five minutes won't make a difference, will they?"
"If we do this, it ain't gonna be ‘just five minutes’," he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the blood rushing down to his dick. "and I really gotta go to this thing ma, gotta earn my money and shit."
"Fine," you agreed in a half-defeated tone, leaning back on the bed, removing your body from on top of his. "Go."
Fez hurried to get out of bed, if he spent any more time with you, hearing your voice and touching your skin, he'd stay. And as much as he wanted to, he really needed the money.
"Look," he spoke, putting on his clothes as you stared at him from between the sheets. "Imma come back in a few hours, and promise Imma spend the rest of the nite between yo' legs. Doin' whateva you want me to."
That was a fine proposal, you couldn't lie. The idea of Fez spending hours between your legs sounded promising, even more so as he knows what he's doing.
"Fine..." you said, folding your arms in front of your chest to pretend you were still mad, but Fez wasn't blind, he saw how flustered you'd gotten.
Once he got dressed, he picked up his phone and other stuff, before leaving the room, he walked back to the bed.
"Imma be back later," he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, lingering closer there. "Don't get dressed, want ya' naked when I get back."
You huffed in amusement, Fezco smiled softly and quickly got out of your shared bedroom. Once he was gone, you threw your head back in the pillow and groaned.
He always said you were the tease. But what about him? The cheesy mf knew exactly what to say to get you wet way before touching you.
You did intend to wait for him to get back, but the hours felt like whole days. You were growing bored by yourself, the idea of going out was getting dangerously tempting.
After a quick shower, you had been torn between getting dressed up or not wearing anything at all like Fez asked.
Before you chose anything, your phone vibrated on the night stand. You hurried to grab it, hoping it would be Fez to let you know he was on his way back, but it wasn't him.
madz: bitch where r u?
You raised an eyebrow to yourself before replying to her, wondering what she could want. You two were friends, so it wasn't weird of her to text you, but the hour was.
you: fez's, why?
madz: there's a full on party why r u at ur bfs
What were you supposed to say to that?
you: idk
madz: *sent location*
madz: come here 2 have some fun
You were already writing a text to excuse yourself from going, but since Maddy knew you well, she added another text.
madz: if u say no u r a pussy
you: i'll be there soon
madz: k bitch
A rush of excitement washed over you, and in no time, you were wearing a tight red silk dress, finishing up your makeup and thinking about the heels you'd be wearing.
You were supposed to wait for Fez, yes, but he was at that party, you two could just meet there. He wouldn't be able to get between your legs there, but it would be nice to spend some time together.
An uber later, you were finally at the party. The music could be heard from far away, and it was at its peak. People inside the house seemed like they were having a good time, and it encouraged you to go inside.
You saw Maddy and Cassie dancing in the middle of the crowd, Jules and Kat were doing shots by the side and the rest... you had no clue, but they were there, of that you were sure.
After greeting some people, downing some shots and doing small talk, you began your search for your boyfriend. Although it probably wasn't a 'search' at all, since you knew exactly where he'd be.
There he was. Sitting down on a couch on the edge of the dance floor, with a blunt in his hand, smoke leaving his mouth and an empty stare.
He seemed to be high as a kite, as usual, but he also looked bored as hell, sitting alone on the couch, waiting for someone to buy something.
He had no idea you were there, you could surprise him, convince him that having fun with you at parties isn't a crime.
He had a perfect view of the dance floor, but didn't seem interested in it at all. Maybe, if he saw you dancing amidst the crowd tho...
With a plan in mind, you approached Maddy, who danced with a stranger as Cassie talked with McKay on the side.
"Finally!" Maddy cheered, moving her hips at the rhythm of the music. "I thought you'd gone to get dick from your ginger or something."
"That's the plan." you admitted with a mischievous smile as you swayed your hips at the beat of the song.
She laughed and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you close to her so you two could dance, leaving the boy she'd been dancing with on the side.
At first, Fez thought he was higher than normal. That he must be hallucinating you in the crowd or something, remorse for leaving you back on his bed.
He was almost sure you weren't real. There was no way someone could look so fine and not be a piece of a fantasy. The way your hips moved, your soft skin, your smile, your legs... there was no way you were real.
But then, you locked eyes and sent a wink his way. That's when Fez knew you were real.
Fez sat straighter on the couch, wetting his lips as his blue eyes trailed over your body from head to toe, and back again to your face, holding eye contact to make it clear that you had his attention.
Every single one of your movements was with the purpose of teasing him, the way you moved your hips, bit your lip and threw your head back were enough to send Fez's mind to the gutter.
"Hey man, can I get..." He heard the customer, but couldn't care less. Why now and not earlier? "Man? Hey."
Fezco removed his attention from you and placed it in his drink client, who could barely speak.
When you noticed Fezco was distracted, you felt a little discouraged. You were showing him your best dance moves and it still hadn't been enough to make him stand up and walk to you.
You weren't exactly proud of the tactic you were about to follow, but truth is, you were horny as fuck and needed Fez. And you knew for a fact that this would get a reaction out of him.
Still dancing with Maddy, you turned your back to Fezco and shrugged, a little down. Her brows furrowed in confusion, but then she looked over your shoulder to where Fez sat, talking with a dude, and quickly caught up.
In no time, Maddy pulled the boy in, so you three were dancing. Although the boy kept getting closer and closer to you, placing a hand on your lower back, sliding it to your waist, you removed it from your body and took a step back.
After some seconds, you turned your back to them, locking eyes with Fezco.
Now you've done it.
That's the first thing that crossed your mind as soon as you saw his expression. Furrowed brows, locked jaw, tense shoulders, and his eyes burning holes in your skin.
The boy pulled you closer to him and Maddy, getting in between you two, his hands getting dangerously close to the edge of your dress, and even though you tried to sneak away, his hold was firm.
That was Fezco's last straw.
You saw your boyfriend stand up from the couch, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. His eyes were fixed on you as he made his way through the dancing crowd to where you stood.
Slowly, you inched away from Maddy and the boy, pushing his hand away from you for the last time.
Once Fezco was in front of you, you looked up at him and gifted him the most innocent smile you could give.
"Hey baby."
Fezco didn't verbally reply, he just clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Fez placed a hand on your hip and quickly spun you around, pressing his chest against your back, all while you kept moving your hips to the beat.
His strong hold had your knees weak in wanting, but now that you had him, you wanted to enjoy it a little longer, it's not often when Fez decides to join you in the dance floor.
You threw your arms up in the air, completely getting lost in the music and letting your hips move freely, and yes, against Fez's body too.
Thinking 'fuck it', Fez placed his other hand on your hip and pulled you even closer to him, so his dick would be pressed against your ass as you danced.
And just like that, what seemed to be just a dance, turned into a teasing game.
You were grinding on him, and Fez was shamelessly grinding on you too, making sure you felt how hard he was from all this little game you had going on.
Lost in the music, you threw your head back, placing it on Fez's chest/shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.
You couldn't see it, but Fez was smirking. You'd just placed yourself in a silver plate for him to do his bidding— and you didn't even know it.
As soon as you felt Fez's lips on your neck, you opened your eyes, your hips stopped moving for a few seconds too.
Knowing what he was up to, you didn't let him know how turned on that got you, instead you just kept grinding on him, feeling him leaving a trail of kisses from where your shoulder met your neck and up to your jaw.
No shame at all.
Fezco and you had never been the type of couple to show PDA, it was mostly small kisses, or you sitting on his lap if you were feeling bold.
Which explains why when your eyes found Maddy's, she looked genuinely shocked at the scene. You simply shrugged slightly, placing your hand on the back of Fezco's head as Maddy gave you a thumbs up and mouthed 'catch that dick!'
It didn't take long for him to notice you were distracted, and for sure, he wanted all your attention back to him.
He knew your weak spots like the back of his hand. So he quickly pressed his lips against the sweet spot on your neck and sucked, bit slightly and then ran his tongue over it, making sure to leave a hickey.
That made you gasp and almost moan, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, his hand sliding down your body, caressing your leg and toying with the hem of your dress; his other hand pushed your hips back, as he moved his to the front.
"You wanted my attention," he said directly in your ear. "Can you keep up with it, ma?"
You felt a tug on your lower stomach, basically, your pussy in distress cause of how badly you needed Fez.
You turned around to face your boyfriend, your lips crashing with his immediately, both of his hands were back on your hips, your arms around his neck.
You didn't know you had that in you, the ability to drive Fez crazy like that. From that kiss, things had gotten more heated, Fez proposed going to the bathroom for some relief; but you denied, only to start grinding on him again.
When he was sure that he was going to explode, Fezco asked/ordered you to go home with him, and you said yes, knowing that you two would probably fuck to sleep once you made it back to his place.
But oh boy... no one said it would be easy.
On the drive back home, you attempted to sneak a hand in his pants, but he moved your hand away rather harshly. He wasn't even looking at you, which meant he was mad. Really mad.
His hand was still on your thigh, though. It moved high enough to make you squirm, but Fez always moved it away just when it seemed like he would just give in.
Once back at home, he still didn't talk. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and lit a blunt, acting like you weren't even there.
It was all part of his little game, you knew, and you fully intended to play along; Ashtray wasn't home, so you didn't have to worry about the noise.
You walked to the bed and sat next to him, staring at the wall, letting the silence settle down.
You'd been almost shy, inching closer to him. He didn't move away, so it was a good sign. Slowly, you started kissing his neck, taking your time.
A groan wanted to escape his lips, but he was too stubborn to let it out. Instead he played it off by placing one hand on the mattress.
Your lips were restless as you moved closer, kissing along his neck, up his jaw and straight to his lips. Fezco immediately kissed you back, removing the hand from the mattress and placing it on your hip, holding the blunt with the other.
He bit your lower lip, making you open your mouth enough so he could slip his tongue in, his hand lowering to your ass, while you held onto his shoulder as your other hand slipped under his shirt.
Blindly, he put the blunt on the ashtray placed in his night table, hurrying to put both hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him, swallowing down your moan.
Still kissing him like your life depended on it, you found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, Fez complied by taking his shirt off, his lips going back to yours immediately.
Sneakily, he began to slide his hand between your bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit just enough to make you squirm on top of him.
Hoping this would be it, you quickly stood up, Fezco sneaked his hands under your dress and pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them across the room, letting his hands slide up your legs, pushing your dress up.
You felt almost vulnerable under his hot stare, his blue eyes were nearly black with lust, and his jaw was so clenched you thought his teeth would crack.
Leaning down, your hands moved to his jeans, and you were trying to pop the button open when he moved your hands away. You tried again and he moved your hands away again.
You raised an eyebrow, not understanding the game. His hands were still roaming over your legs, softly though. His eyes were dark with lust and his dick was clearly hard. What was he playing at?
Fez pulled you down so you straddled his clothed thigh, letting you know what he wanted you to do. "Go on."
Knowing it could lead to an endless amount of teasing, you stood up and raised an eyebrow at him, testing him.
"You wanted to play dirty back there? Teasin me and shit?" he questions, pulling you back down on his thigh. "I know how to play too, mamas."
"Fez," you said softly. "Please..."
"Please what? Get off on my thigh, since you so good at grindin' and shit."
The way he spoke had you weak as hell, biting your lip and all, he gave you a small smirk, as a way to let you know he wasn't that mad, just wanted to fuck with you, in every sense.
You began to move your hips against his thigh slowly, mostly doing a show for him. Fezco picked up his blunt from the ashtray and took a drag from it, his blue eyes trailing over your body.
It was obvious that you were just playing around; Fez didn't like that. He tensed his thigh and began bouncing his leg up and down, getting a couple of moans out of you immediately.
"Go on," he encouraged you, using the hand on your hip to guide you. "I ain't gonna do nothing else to you ‘till you cum on my thigh."
"But Fez..."
"Actin like a brat and shi'? You get treated like a brat."
He was gonna be the death of you.
Now you really started riding his thigh in search for your own pleasure, and to Fez, that was the real show. He relaxed and leaned back, still using his hand on your hip to guide your movements, but mainly focusing on your pussy grinding against his thigh, and the way your tits bounced on the confines of your dress.
With how turned on you were, it didn't take long. You placed a hand on his shoulder for support and moved your hips until you finally reached your orgasm, Fez helping by bouncing his leg.
Time seemed to stop as you came down from your high, Fez being nice enough to let you get back to normal.
He put out his blunt on the ashtray, both of his hands on your hips now, his eyes trailing over your face and body.
"You did so good," he praised you, his voice low. "so good..."
Out of nowhere, he wrapped an arm around you and turned you both around, pushing you down to the bed as he towered over you.
And that's when he lost all his composure, pretending to be mad at you and restraining himself from touching you wasn't working for him any more.
The kiss was intense, heated, and lustful. He nearly ripped the dress away from your body, desperate to feel your skin against his. You felt like you were melting into the kiss, barely knowing what to do with yourself other than kissing him back.
His lips moved down to your neck, your clavicle, the valley of your breasts, and even lower, all over your belly, the top of your thighs, your inner thighs, kissing his way up desperately.
And as much as you loved when he went down on you, you needed him inside you now.
"Fez, I need you now, please." you begged, your hand softly pressed against his back.
That was all he needed. Fez took off his jeans and boxers at once, getting on top of you quickly, kissing the hell out of you again, entering you with a single thrust.
"Oh fuck..." you moaned, clenching at the feeling of Fez filling you up so perfectly.
"You so tight," he mumbled in your ear as he started to thrust deep and slow. "you feel so good, baby."
You couldn't even speak, he was just moving so fucking good that only moans and whimpers left your lips. He placed his hand on the leg you had wrapped around his waist, moving it higher so he could lean in more; getting a new angle.
“Fuck, fuck…” your hand trailed down his back, you were probably scratching his back, but he didn’t mind. He never did. “Just like that, Fez.”
He stopped after a couple thrusts more. You moved away to try and look at his face, but he didn’t even let you, as soon as you moved back, he pulled out, and used the grip he had on your hips to turn you around.
The strength that man has is underrated.
He thrust back in and in no time, found a rhythm good enough to have you moaning his name like a prayer. He hit the spot with every thrust, with a hand on your hip, the other one he used to wrap it around your neck and press your back against his chest.
“I’m gonna cu—“
“Nah you ain’t, hold it.” he said firmly, making his pace faster.
He could be such a teasing bastard sometimes.
He kept up the relentless pace for a while, his hand sliding down between your legs, rubbing on your clit. He was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, and yet, he said you couldn’t cum yet, not until he said so.
Fez really isn’t half as innocent as he looks.
“Cum.” he all but ordered with a hoarse voice. “Go on, princess.”
As if your release had been literally waiting for confirmation, it washed over you like a wave of pleasure, making your legs shake and all your senses to just… not work. He fucked you dumb. Literally. Fezco’s release followed shortly, accompanied by a hoarse groan of his.
You fell to the bed, utterly spent, and Fezco carefully pulled out and laid next to you, tiredly admiring you.
“Didn’t know you had that in you.” you said with an amused smile.
“Me neither,” he chuckled, brushing some strands of hair away from your face. “Got what you wanted?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, I want my girl happy,” he said with a lazy smile. “Even if she acts like a fuckin’ brat.”
Jokes aside, you knew he meant that. All these little games were part of your relationship, and at the end of the day, Fezco loved you as much as you loved him.
Although, you made a mental note to tease him more often, especially if it lead to nights like this one.
i sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek.
—Keep goin', baby...
Fezco moaned throwing his head back, his hands helping you to bounce on his cock as your grip became tighter in his shoulders to help you steady yourself. Fez's lips attacked your breasts, licking, sucking, and biting the soft and sensitive skin of your tits.
—No marks Fez, fuck...
You were enjoying so much his mouth working there but that was enough. You couldn't show up at your boyfriend's covered in hickeys.
—I want you to be mine —. He mumbled. His hands traveled to your ass, using the grip in that part of your body to make your movements deeper.
When he moved away his lips from your skin, he couldn't stop himself from being angry at this situation. He wanted to mark your body, watch you walk around his house with no clothes on and hickeys decorating your breasts, your neck, the inside of your thighs... Fez wanted you to sleep at night with him, to kiss you in public, to act like a couple and not just like friends. —You need to break up with that mother fucker...
Oh not now, you thought. —Why are you mentioning him now, Fez? You want me to think of him when we fuck, huh?
Your hips sensually rolled against his, slowly but intensely and still passionate, knowing those questions would make him go feral. Fezco groaned, his fingers squeezing your ass and his hips raising to meet yours. One of his hands hit your ass cheek making you whimper and move your body faster.
—I want to be yours, Fez. You don't know how much I want you to make me yours.
He bit his lower lip and came as soon as you said those words. Your forehead resting on his shoulder as your orgasm hit you and your legs shook around him.
—Stay here for the night —. Fezco caressed your back as you caught your breath.
—You know I can't do that.
At that moment your phone buzzed, the name of your boyfriend appearing on the screen. By this time you should be leaving Fezco's and driving to your boyfriend's house. You stood up and picked up your clothes from the floor as you went into the bathroom.
Fezco followed you and helped you to put your bra on, then he leaned against the door smiling, he was proud of what he was looking at, he could even consider it his masterpiece.
You slipped into your panties when you felt your ass cheek burning. —Ouch —. You frowned and turned around to look at your ass in the mirror. The mark of a big red hand decorating it. So that was the reason Fez was laughing. —You idiot.
You gasped and moaned out softly as you rubbed your clit. You herd your boyfriend Fezco on the other line panting and grunting. You had just called him to say goodnight and to talk to him for a little bit.
Well, things escalated very, very quickly. Before you knew it both of you were jacking off together on the phone. It all started when while both of you were on the phone talking, Fezco had sent you a dick pic.
And of course it turned you on which made you end up sending him a pic of you with your hand in your lace panties playing with yourself. And now here you both were now, jacking off together. You moaned out more, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.
You had him on speaker phone and you were fucking lucky that you parent's weren't going to be home for the night or else you would be in so much shit right now.
"Start fingering yourself baby. Finger yourself just how I do it." You herd Fezco say. You did as you were told and sank one of your fingers into your soaking cunt. You gasped and moaned out softly when you did so. The sound of your moans made Fezco groan out on the other side of the line.
"Fuck, I love the sexy little sounds you make for me." He said as he groaned out.
"Fuck! You feel so good daddy." You moaned out.
"Yeah? Are you going to be a good little fucking whore for me tonight?" He asked as he painted.
"Fuck yes! I'll be so good daddy!" You moaned out.
"Good girl." He praised. "Now tug and twist your pretty nipples for me." He said. You once again did as you were told and tugged on your hardened nipple, twisting it as you fingered yourself. You then slid a second finger inside which made you moan out louder.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl for daddy." He moaned out.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum daddy!" You moaned out.
"So am I." He moaned out as he pumped his shaft. "Are you ready? Count of 3. I want you to cum with me baby." He said. You moaned out in response.
"1.." He said. You let go of your nipple and began to rub your clit as you fingered yourself faster.
"2.." He said as he groaned out. You moaned out as well as you fingered yourself as fast as you could. It didn't feel as good as it did when Fezco did it but, it was all you had right now.
"3! Come on pretty girl, cum for me. Cum with me." He groaned out as he came. Your legs began to tremble and you moaned out loudly as you came on your fingers. You pulled your hands away and began to suck your juices off of your fingers.
You then took a picture of yourself doing so and sent it to him. You could hear him groan on the other line when he saw the photo of you.
summary: you and your boyfriend fez have always been a very intimate, soft and gentle couple until one day you decide take a shower together and witness’s whole other side of him.
fez has always been such a genuine nice person, towards me and towards the other people around him. when me and fez stared dating he immediately developed this mindset that he had to protect me no matter what and to keep our relationship far away from his private life, i’m guessing he didn’t want to scare me away which is why he’s so nice to me. i don’t really know how he acts with other people but with me he’s really soft and gentle, he’s either complementing me 24/7 or holding me whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
even when we’re fucking he’s still so gentle with me, telling me how good i’m doing and constantly praising me. but today something was a little off about him, he was more affectionate than usual, he can’t seem to keep his hands off me. i mean it’s kinda normal he’s usually touching me in some way shape or form but it’s like he can’t go a second without grabbing my hips gently pulling me closer towards him, or placing soft pecks on my neck or squeezing my ass him not caring if anyone sees. not that i’m complaining or anything, i love when’s he’s all over me like this, it drives me crazy in the best way.
the day finally coming to an end fez sending ash to run the convenient store before it closes. looking over at my boyfriend comfortable on the love seat, him gesturing me to come sit on his lap. “c’mere baby “ he say’s lowly, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. i smile softly before straddling him. “yea baby?” i ask watching him closely. he looks up at me smirking with no reply, placing tiny kisses and love bites on my collar bone, earning a small whimper from me “what’s gotten into you” i ask blushing slightly. he looks up at me, pure desire in his eyes. he smirks going back to placing soft kisses on my collar bone, ignoring my question.”let’s go take a shower” he mumbles lowly in my neck feeling his smirk grow larger.
“together?” i ask curiously very intrigued by the idea.”yea ma” he whispers, his hands slowly making there way up my back. swallowing quietly i smile rapping my arms around his neck, “let’s go” i reply nervously, watching his cheeks slowly grow red. he pulls me into a kiss lifting me up like it’s nothing, now leading me to the bathroom not breaking the kiss. as we enter the bathroom he sits me on the sink his hands travelling under my shirt unhooking my bra, instantly tossing it somewhere in the bathroom. he finally breaks the kiss to start the shower giving me time to catch my breath.
he watches me closely as i remove my clothing starting with my top, my bottoms disappearing almost instantly.watching nervously as fez walks closer towards me placing another wet kiss on my lips,”your so beautiful” he smiles his hand rubbing up my thigh. already dripping from that simple action, he helps off the sink, me now stepping into the shower, “you coming?” i ask smiling, peeking through the shower curtain. he lets out a small chuckle, “i’m coming ma” he reply’s smirking, eventually removing his shirt.
standing in the shower the warm water hitting my skin, closing my eyes at the soothing feeling. finally feeling fez’s rough hands grip my waist, my tense figure soon relaxing at his touch. a soft gasp escaping my lips as i feel his hand reach over my shoulder grabbing my neck, placing kisses from my jaw down to my neck. feeling the wetness in between my legs slowly increase as i feel him grip my neck tighter, secretly loving this new dominant side of him.”god you love this,don’t you?” he questions noticing how wet i am, even in the shower. i turn around, cheeks red craving any type of friction from him. “i want you so bad i whisper now facing him, watching the water run down his chest. he smiles softly before speaking again, “im gonna fucking ruin you” he breaths against my lips, pinning me against the shower wall. a nervous smile spreading across my face.
he’s never been this intense with me.
“f-fez s-slow down” i breath out trying my best to contain my screams as his fingers thrust in and out of me at an inhuman speed, his tongue lapping around my clit slightly sucking, enjoying every whimper and squeal that escapes my lips. one leg draped over his shoulder, his firm grip on my thigh, keeping me still. throwing my head back in pleasure watching as the steam fills the shower, making it a little hard for me to see. i feel my stomach tighten, alerting me an orgasm is ahead. i grip the back of fezco’s head wanting more, slowing down his tongue and fingers watching as he slowly pulls away from me, right as i’m about to release. he smirks placing small kisses on my thigh, his hands slowly running up my wet skin, placing them on my waist, now standing up.
”why’d you stop” i whine, wanting more of him, begging him to touch me. he softly smiles, his eyes travelling down to my chest, blushing softly watching as the water runs off of me, him loving every bit of this view. fluttering my eyes shut slowly relaxing at the feeling of fez planting soft kisses down my neck towards my shoulder, “i can’t get enough of you” he mutters against my skin. now lifting my leg up in one swift movement alining hisself with my entrance. i gasp harshly feeling his tip slowly slide into me, my mouth slightly open watching as he fully enters me. a low groan escapes his mouth, our lips almost instantly connecting. he kisses me hungrily our tongues dancing against each other passionately, i rap my arms around his neck as he starts to thrust in and out of me aggressively with no warning.
i let out a loud moan, our lewd sounds echoing throughout the shower. throwing my head back in pleasure enjoying the soft grunts and groans coming from my boyfriends mouth every time he roughly snaps his hips into mine. the feeling now becoming too intense for me to handle i shut my eyes tightly my hands desperately looking for something to grasp, me now practically screaming. “fez s-slow down” i manage to say, holding back a moan. “c’mon baby you can take it” he grunts, panting heavily. “f-fuck right there” i moan loudly feeling him hit those bundle of nerves repeatedly. my breathing getting heavier i feel my stomach tighten, my eyes rolling back slowly as fez abuses my clit with his thumb. tears flood my eyes instinctively, watching as fez buries his face in my neck. one last scream escaping my lips as my nails drag across his back. “c-cumming” fez moans lowly in my ear, his hands gripping my hips tightly. his fingers dragging up my thigh and his low voice in my ear send me over my edge, finally releasing.
our breaths slow down, both of us trying to catch our breath. before pulling out of me fez pulls me into a soft kiss, his rough hand placed against my neck. “i love you” he whispers placing one last kiss on my cheek. i gasp softly watching him pull out of me. he watches in awe as his cum slowly oozes out of me, blushing harshly at the sight. he looks back up at me giving me a soft smile, “let’s wash up baby”
A smutty blurb with fez where he makes the reader squirt for the first time
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This feels too naughty to post during the daytime 🤡
Peep Fez's reaction below.
I think what drove me crazy the most was probably the mixture of his firm hand over my mouth and the warm water streaming down between us.
He knows exactly how to drive me crazy, his other hand lifting my thigh to deepen the angle of his thrusts. We had been on each other all day while running errands, his lips stealing quick heated kisses from me, his hands wandering down the expanse of my waist, his fingers slipping in between my thighs on the way home. He knew just how to build me up and leave me wanting more. So when we got home and he finally pulled me into the shower, I was relieved.
"You feel so fuckin' good." Fez moans, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he quickens his thrusts, his hand leaving my mouth to press against the wall beside my head. Moans and whimpers are free to leave my lips now, needy cries filling the bathroom as he chuckles. "You want more? Am I not givin' you enough, huh?" He teases, his fingers slipping down the front of my body, easily finding my clit with no issue.
My whole body jolts against his touch, not expecting the sudden sensitive stimulation. I seem to be hurtling towards my high, the mixture of his fingers teasing me and how deep he is making my head spin. My eyes flutter shut and my head falls back to rest against the cool tile, trying to ground myself in anyway possible. My whole body feels as if it's vibrating, the pleasure almost too much at this point, tears pricking my eyes.
"Fuck, Fez, I'm gonna-" He cuts me off with a heated, messy kiss, my whole body convulsing against his as I fall over the edge but his thrusts don't stop. They just keep up their deep, fast strokes, my orgasm seemingly drawn out as another wave of pleasure consumes me, my nails drawing blood from Fez's shoulders.
"Holy shit." Fez mutters as he cums, twitching inside of me as I whimper, my whole body going limp in his grasp. "You fucking squirted." He laughs wholeheartedly, the dots barely connecting in my head as my eyes flutter open to look at him, shocked. So that's what that feels like? He looks excited, his flushed cheeks and happy smile making me laugh.
Request: "can we get a fez x reader smut where it’s from his point of view and he just literally thinks the reader is the best thing to ever grace this earth? best pussy he’s ever had, biggest heart he’s ever seen, and damn he might be in love or sum shit” - Anon
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Mostly NSFW, sort of fluffy (if you squint), protected sex, oral (m!receiving), love confession (?)
A/N: Tomorrow's my birthday & tonight is The Finale so y'all get another kind of self-indulgent little Fezco thing I wrote… As a treat 🙏🏻
Fezco was not a soft person, he was sure of it. He couldn’t be.
His lifestyle had consequences, and he was aware of that. His world was filled with dangerous people, bad people who would take advantage of any softness or vulnerability people like him showed. His grandmother swore that it would always come down to life or death, and he believed her. So, over the years, he became good at detaching himself from it all. He didn’t think much about the drugs he dealt or the guns he kept in the cabinets, or the security cameras watching his house. Instead, he focused on Ash and taking care of his grandma, and you. But never did he outwardly, publicly show his love for anyone, for fear he, or even worse, they, would get hurt because of it.
However, he’d be the first to admit that you had a special way of getting to him, and he couldn’t even hide it.
You were everything he had been taught not to be; you were sweet, and you were soft, and you expressed your love so freely in a way that he couldn’t help but admire. And you had the biggest, kindest heart he’d ever seen. You loved him in spite of all the flaws, and you cared for him regardless of the things he’d done. Even more, your love wasn’t confined to him or Ashtray. Entirely selfless, and you’d do your best to help damn near anyone who would ever need it. That was just another thing he admired about you. You lived your life on your own terms, by your own rules, but still managed to be so open and caring, unlike anyone else he’d ever met.
He couldn’t even remember how, or when the two of you met. You’d always just kind of… Been there, always by his side. You knew what he did, and you stuck with him through it all. You were his best friend, his confidante, always keeping him grounded. You were the person who’s approval he strived for, the person who seemed to absolve him at the end of the day. Or that’s how it felt, at least.
And lately, he think he might be in love with you, and he wasn’t quite sure how it happened.
When he was young, before she got sick, his grandma had always made sure to pass on her knowledge to him. About the world, about the life they lived, about people in general. She’d been living it all so long, and now that her grandbabies were involved, she wanted Fezco to learn from her, to help him not make the same mistakes she had. Especially not the ones with such big prices…
“Don’t fall in love. It’s the one instinct you can’t trust.”
He wasn’t sure what her price for falling in love had been, and being so young, he’d never thought to ask. Honestly, though? He never really pictured himself doing the same. Loving someone, that is. He loved Ash, and that had always been enough… But lately, it seemed like his heart had grown a little more.
Thoughts of you constantly drifted through his mind, clouding all his other thoughts. Memories of the two of you at the county fair, the night you accidentally won that giant teddy bear, the one that sat in the corner of his room now. Or the memory of you in the pool last summer, begging him to get in with you until you eventually just pulled him into the cold water, jeans and all. He wasn’t even mad. He couldn’t be. Not when you laughed so sweetly, your eyes and nose crinkled up as he splashed you. And on the days he didn’t see you, he couldn’t help but wonder if you ever thought of him like that too, but he always decided that you probably didn’t.
Now, the sound of the TV startled him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized you’d put something on, or that he’d zoned out like that, but he quickly decides to drop what he’d been thinking about. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand. Leaned over the nightstand, he’d started rolling a blunt for the two of you. Halfway through, he zoned out, it seems.
You’re laid across the bed beside him, wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts, legs stretched out over the comforter. His room is warm from the humid summer breeze drifting through the window, but you don’t seem to mind. When he glances over at you to check on you, you look comfortable. Head pressed against one of his pillows, watching whatever you’d just put on.
When he finishes, Fezco is quick to grab the lighter from the table and spark up, hoping the weed will help relax his mind a bit. He’s careful to blow the smoke away from you as he exhales, letting the fan carry it away somewhere outside. A moment later, he swings his legs up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. You scoot to the side to give him more room, so he adjusts to be more comfortable… And so he doesn’t fall off, honestly.
His bed is small and even after the two of you settle down, the side of his body still presses into yours. His arm bumps your stomach lightly as he hands you the blunt, but neither of you really care. This was practically a routine for the two of you. You’d come over and get comfy on the couch or in his bed, he’d roll one, and you’d spend the night making each other laugh or watching some dumb movie, finishing the night with a delivery from whatever restaurant was open so late.
“What are we watchin’?” He asks, glancing up at the screen. He doesn’t recognize the cartoon at all.
You laugh, passing it back to him. “Gonna be honest, I don’t know.”
“How don’t you know? You put it on.” He teases, a smile pulling at his lips.
“Just chose something random. Nothing else looked good.” You shrug, and he can’t help but laugh. He watches the characters dance around a restaurant, around the patrons. An animated boy cracking some lighthearted one-liner, the little girl saying something half-heartedly mean in response. His dad looks unamused, but the other girl beside him laughs, and he can’t help but chuckle at it too. It’s cute, he decides. Whatever it is, he likes it.
“Is anyone home?” You ask. Ash was sitting at the kitchen table when you came in, and you were sure to ruffle his hair as you passed by. He rolled his eyes and jokingly flipped you off, and you had to grin. You were pretty sure he mentioned that he was on his way out, but you honestly couldn’t remember if that was today or not.
“No, Ash said he was goin’ to the shop.”
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the little show in front of you, passing the blunt back and forth between you until there’s nothing left. After a while, you both kind of give up on giving each other any personal space. Your head rests against his chest, his arm around your back. It’s comfortable, it feels nice. And as dumb as it sounds, the closeness makes his heart beat a little quicker.
At some point, he can't help but look down at you, admiring you. You're so beautiful, like you couldn't even be human. Something so divine couldn't be, he thinks. The love and softness in your eyes, that couldn't be made by anyone other than God themself. After a moment, you notice, looking up at him, asking if he's okay.
“Yeah. Just think you’re pretty, that's all.”
You laugh, shaking your head, ready to make some dumb joke back at him, but the words dry up in your throat. His baby blue eyes are so bright in the evening sunlight, and he looks at you so softly. You could swear there’s some kind of love behind them, but your own eyes fall down to his lips…
“Can I kiss you?”
Fez would be lying if he said he didn’t think, just for a moment, that he might’ve imagined you saying that. He nods anyway, his heartbeat beginning to quicken as you move closer. He thinks it might just fly out of his chest when he feels your hand lay on his stomach, gently pushing yourself up to his level. Your lips are so soft and you taste so sweet, filling up his senses.
He kisses you until you're both out of breath, and you pull away, stupid grins on your faces as you look at each other. He isn’t sure he’s ever felt this… Well, he wasn’t sure exactly how he was feeling, but it was good. Like, really good. And it only feels better when you go in for another kiss.
This one is deeper. Something about it is different, somehow. It's needy, almost, like you’re searching for something within each other. You shift to straddle him, and your weight on top of him and he can feel his mind slipping, sending his mind somewhere else entirely. He tries to shake it away, but then, he feels your hands sliding further down his chest.
“Is it okay if I, uh?” He glances down at your shirt. You nod, and he can swear he sees the tiniest smirk on your lips. His hands shake slightly as they move to the hem of the fabric, pulling it over your head carefully, you sliding down to his thighs through the action. He forces himself to take a deep breath when he sees your skin, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra. He almost apologizes for taking it off until you lean down to kiss his cheek, peppering kisses down his jaw. A little hum escapes him, and you giggle slightly, your hand palming his cock, and he silently prays you don't feel that he's already kind of hard.
“Is it okay if I, um, touch you?” You ask. Honestly, at this point, Fez isn’t fully convinced he isn’t in heaven. You kissing him was enough, but you asking that? Not thinking, he nods, probably a little too quickly, but you don’t seem to care. Instead, your hand pushes up his shirt to untie his sweatpants, dipping underneath the waistband of his boxers. He gasps when you stroke him, exhaling a shaky breath when you do it again.
“You really know what you want, baby.”
You can’t help but smile when you hear his words. Baby. The nickname feels comfortable falling from his lips, which pleasantly surprises both of you. He can’t help but watch you, admiration in his eyes.
“Mhm.” You mumble, kissing his tummy. He knows what you’re working toward, he isn’t clueless, but his hand still reaches to grasp the sheet beneath him when he feels your hand stroke him again, let alone your tongue against his cock. You lick his length, tongue swirling around his flushed tip. He shivers at the contact, the feeling of your mouth around him. You’re so warm and hot and he already feels that knot in his stomach forming when you hollow your cheeks like that, he can feel you everywhere.
His mouth falls open in a quiet gasp, and all he can do is watch as the moments pass, silently pleading with his mind for his eyes not to flutter shut. Not now, not while your perfect lips were wrapped around him like that. He can’t help it, but he brings his hand to run through your hair, into a makeshift sort of ponytail. There’s no force, no tugging, which surprises you. He’s just letting his hand rest there, comfortably keeping it out of your face.
And he’s busy thinking that you’re so pretty, even like this… Honestly, especially like this. His attention only slips when he notices your hand buried beneath the waistband of your shorts, and how your breath hitches in your throat for a moment. You’re touching yourself.
“Fuck, c’mere.” He groans, a sigh escaping him. When you obey, beginning to move toward him, he catches you in a kiss. He doesn’t notice, or maybe doesn’t care, the spit and lingering taste of himself on your lips. Instead, he kisses you passionately, hands coming to hold your waist.
“Wanna taste you.” He mumbles when he pulls away, lips brushing against your cheek. You shake your head, and he looks up at you with some sort of questioning glance.
“I really want you to fuck me.” Your hand combs lazily through his hair as he kisses your neck, surely leaving a little purple mark, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’d just have to cover it up tomorrow.
He shifts to look into your eyes above him, searching for any sign of uncertainty behind them. “You sure?”
“Fez, I’ve wanted you forever.” You laugh playfully, and the sound is like music to his ears. Or maybe it’s the ‘wanted you forever’ that sends that euphoric hit of dopamine to his brain, he isn’t sure, but it sounds damn good to him either way.
With that, he nods. It’s a little clumsy, how the two of you manage to get each other’s remaining clothes off through a series of broken, heated kisses, but it works. He barely glances at the piles of discarded clothing as he reaches to the nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer.
You’re surprised by how easily he manages the flip the two of you over, and by how soft his hands feel as they roam across your body, his lips leaving messy kisses along your neck, peppering them down your breasts. His beard scratches your skin, leaving little red splotches across your body. Your hands are in his hair, and you hardly notice him put the condom on until he’s lined up at your entrance, one hand on your hip and the other resting against the pillow behind your head.
You can’t help but let out a soft moan when you feel him begin to push into you carefully, filling you up. He’s not far behind, a shaky gasp leaving his lips when he bottoms out inside you. The first thrust is slow, hesitant, letting you get used to him, but the second is deeper, which makes you sigh a small ‘fuck,’ only encouraging him.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a natural rhythm, making the, admittedly, sort of awkward position and lack of space work so perfectly. Your legs wrap lazily around his hips, keeping him close as he drives into you. His hand moves to rub your clit, the other keeping him steady as his thrusts grow harder. It’s hard to stay so gentle and slow when the whine you make when he hits that sweet spot inside you sounds so beautiful.
And, honestly? Both of you are sure you’re probably being too noisy, but lost in each other, neither of you care. No one’s home, and he’s sure as hell not gonna tell you to be quiet. Not when his name sounds like a prayer when it falls from your lips, nestled between soft moans or little whines and swears.
It’s not long until you feel yourself getting close, your grasp on his arm tightening as he drives into you.
“Fez,” You sigh, eyes opening to look up at him. There’s a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and his head is dropped in pleasure. Somehow, you feel like you can’t take your eyes off him. “I’m so close.”
“Then cum for me, baby.” He says, a think smirk pulling at his lips. His thumb begins to rub your clit faster, your hips buck into his touch. He knows he’s doing something right, with the way your walls tighten around him. “C’mon, pretty girl.”
You’re surprised that his words are enough to send you over the edge, but you melt into him when the waves of heightened pleasure begin to crash over you. And honestly, he’s not far behind. Just the sight of your face, lips parted and eyes held shut, the feeling of your nails digging into his arm… It’s too much, and he comes undone with a small moan and a string of mumbled words, your name mingled somewhere between them.
The two of you help each other through your highs before he collapses on the bed beside you, half laying on you, but you can’t bring yourself to mind it. Fezco’s head races with thoughts of what had just happened, and how happy he is… But mostly, he thinks about how you said you’d wanted this forever. And before he can realize it, he’s speaking.
“Did you really mean that?” He asks. “When you said, uh, y’know, you wanted me for forever?”
You look over at him, a loopy little grin on your face, and you nod. “Mhm. I tried dropping hints but you never noticed, dummy.”
He laughs, and you shift from underneath his arm, coming to rest your head on his chest. You can hear him breathing and his heart beats quickly as you plant a small kiss to his flushed pink skin, which makes you smile.
“I don’ know if you feel like this too, but… Maybe we could, like… Be together, if you want.” His words are nervous, but certain. His hand shakes slightly as he rubs your shoulder, eyes closed in some kind of bliss.
“You don’t have to be so nervous.” You say, and there’s a hint of relief in your voice, and your laugh. You decide to tease him for a moment, that sarcastic nature slipping out a little. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He nods carefully, silently wondering whether he’d fucked up or not until you start laughing, pushing up to kiss him. When you pull away, you finally whisper your answer, the real one…
“Of course, Fez.”
And with that, the two of you lay in the little bed peacefully, barely paying attention to the long forgotten show on TV. Instead, you just talk. About life, about work and sex and everything in between until both of you realize… You probably really are in love with each other. For real. And it feels fucking fantastic.
