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Strawberry - Fezco x Reader (Smut)

A/N: I was thinking for a hot minute about how I should classify this one. Is it smut? Is it fluff? But I think if smut and fluff got into a fight and started throwing hands smut would beat fluff's ass, so here it is. This is smut.

I’m taking a break from writing the third part of Diner Date to give myself some time to get my concepts together. I really don’t wanna drag it into a part 4 but I also want it to keep it organic, yk? I’ll figure it out, writers find a way. Take in this oneshot in the meantime.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut but not as much as the fluff, many mentions of food, swearing, casual drug mention, general Fez pining for you

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Ever since Fez knew you he noticed your obsession with Strawberries. It started small; every day at school your mom would pack strawberries in your lunchbox as a snack. You would sit there in the cafeteria with Fez and savour the sweet berries like it was the best part of your day. He admired you even then, wondering what it was like to be able to enjoy such little things in life to the extent you did, the way a kid his age should.

That admiration for your lust for life evolved as you two grew older and closer throughout the years. Your mom no longer packed you a lunch in high school, but you had a stash of strawberry flavoured blow pops in your locker and it was rare to ever see you without one in the halls. Fez, like most of the guys his age, had started to notice different things about you. He’d find himself staring at you as you enjoyed your pop, slowly dragging it out from your mouth and against your lips, letting them give off a satisfying smack before returning it to your tongue. The thoughts he had while watching you do that over and over again definitely weren’t platonic per se, but he had a hard time shooing them away nonetheless.

He dropped out of high school before the two of you graduated but that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him. Every Friday after school was dismissed he would pick you up, then Ash and take the two of you to the local diner for a snack. Without fail you would beam up at whichever waitress was working that day and say, “One strawberry milkshake please, extra syrup, 2 strawberries on top.” You looked fucking delightful sipping the overly sweet, milky drink with your eyes practically closed with how content you felt. The creases in the corners of your eyes made Fez’s heart melt and the tips of his ears go pink like your drink. He thanked God that you never noticed the way you had that effect on him, but Ash definitely did. After he dropped you home he would turn to him and ask since when he was “all soft and shit”, only earning a scoff or a snarky request for him to shut the fuck up. Ash knew that his brother was in love with you, what annoyed him was his reluctance to act on it. Fez wasn’t one to be unsure of any of the decisions he made in his life, it was either yes or hell the fuck no. He also knew that his feelings were reciprocated by you, so why was it so hard for Fez to suck it up already and tell you. That cheesy rom-com shit on TV annoyed him enough; he didn’t want to deal with it from you or his brother.

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Ash and Fezco were making their monthly trip to the wholesale store to pick up supplies they needed to keep the store stocked and ready. Sure their main income brought far more to them than the snacks and basic necessities they sold as the shop, but it was just as much their business as the narcotics they sold and they made decent enough money from it. Ash had been on the other side of the warehouse picking up boxes of gum, chips and candy, noting the lines drawn for emphasis under the “strawberry twizzlers” written in his brother’s handwriting. He sighed to himself and mumbles a, “fuckin’ lovesick dumbass.” to himself as he dropped them into the cart either way. Fezco on the other hand was dealing with the crates of soda and malt liquor, sliding them onto the long cart as he made his way through the lanes, checking his list he had made on his phone. They met up at the cash register, ready to pay for their haul. Ash handed the cashier the card, making mindless small talk as he checked their items out. Fez’s mind couldn’t be further from the interaction happening before them, his thoughts fluttering over to perch where they always do: (Y/N). You had said that you would come over later that night to help him pack the items in the store, a task he never enjoyed but was made bearable with you there to keep him laughing and distracted. As he thought about the fun he would have tonight his eyes wandered over to the corner of the counter, seeing stacks of pink boxes there. He read the green words on the side, “Lip Smacker Strawberry Lip Gloss.” His already distracted mind thought about you and if you would like it, if you would wear it, what it would taste like, what you would taste like. Without a second thought he slid the box closer to the haul and the cashier slid it over the scanner, bagging it up and wishing them a good day.

Ashtray had always been the one to calculate their expenses after doing supply runs, so when he checked the bill and saw a charge for strawberry lip gloss his eyes couldn’t roll further into the back of his head. “Fez, what the fuck is this shit?” he asked, exiting the secret back room in the shop. Fez played dumb, knowing it would piss the kid off, “Uhh, that’s the bill from the store. You get those after the dude checks yo’ shit out”. Ash swung his hand, letting the piece of paper slap his brother weakly across the face, “Strawberry lip gloss? Get your head out yo’ ass, how’d you even sneak this shit past me?” Fez was about to give a comeback when he heard his phone ping, a notification from you letting him know that you would be there in 5 minutes. Ash takes that as his cue to leave, scoffing as he heads into the back once more.

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Packing the shelves with you is as fun as it always is. You convince Fez to change the station on the radio from his preferred rap to your indie songs. He doesn’t particularly love your music taste but he tolerates it because he likes you. His attention flickers between you and the shelves he’s packing, watching as you sway your hips to the music. You’re slightly off beat but it’s endearing. Fez didn’t like you because you were perfect, nobody is. He liked what he saw and what he saw was the little pieces of you that he had the chance to get to know and fit together like a puzzle. You were one of his closest friends and even if he liked knowing that you cared about him just the same, it hurt that that’s all the two of you were.

He snaps back into reality when he hears you gasp a little, picking up the little red box at the bottom of the bag with the spearmint gum. “No way, Strawberry Lip Smackers? I haven’t worn this since I was a kid!” You reminisce about middle school dances with your friends and how you felt like the hottest girl at school when you put the sticky-sweet gloss on. Fez looks at you in a slight daze, loving that this little gesture of his gave you this much excitement. He followed you across the room as you took one of the little bottles and opened it, giving it a whiff. “Gosh it’s so artificial, but it smells so good”, you take out the applicator and slick on a few swipes of the clear gloss. Fez laughs as you pucker out your lips and walk up and down the aisle, pretending to be a runway model dolled up and showing off the latest trend. “Yo’ ma, who you wearin’ tonight?”, “Lip Smacker darling, only the most exquisite selection. It’s so middle school chic!” You and Fez double over in laughter, holding your sides as they begin to burn from clenching your stomachs so hard. You lean on the desk the register sits on for support and let out a content sigh, absentmindedly licking your lips as you do. Your eyes widen, “Mmmm, wow I forgot how good these taste too.” Fezco tilts his head at you, smirking at your comment, “You say that bout all the strawberry shit you taste”.

He gets up from his position on the floor and stretches high to the ceiling, you don’t fail to notice the way his sweater slides up his sides slightly, exposing the skin there and his happy trail slightly. You rip your eyes away from the sight so Fez wouldn’t notice, but it’s hard to hide. He leans on the desk with you, giving you a gentle smile. “I mean yeah I always say that, but like, this brand tastes particularly good. I’ve probably swallowed pounds of lip gloss since I’ve been in middle school”. His eyes zero in on your lips as you speak. He always liked the way your mouth moved, how they formed your words or the special way they stretched when you smile. He would be lying to say he hadn’t thought of what else they could do, how else they could look doing those other things, but he tried shooing those thoughts away too. “How does it taste?” he asks you, very much aware of the way that question sounds. It flusters you and you stutter a bit before you reply. “You uhh, wanna try some?” Fez’s gaze on you feels hot now and it makes your skin burn in the best way. It wasn’t often that Fez’s words were so smooth, so calculated, but the times that they were they did things to you that you had only ever sneakily read in your mom’s romance novels. “I can put a little on you if you wa-“, Fez grabs your face gently in one hand to make you look up at him, a little toothy smile playing on his lips as he stares at yours shamelessly. “You don’t gotta waste none on me ma’, there’s some right here.”

Fez tilts your head up slightly and brings his lips to the corner of your mouth, pushing his tongue out and across your bottom lip, licking the lip gloss clean off. The action brings a slight moan out from deep in your throat, immediately wanting nothing more than for him to do that again. The look in Fez’s eyes is darker now, the blue in them seeming sharper and he dares not look away from yours, waiting to see your reaction. You waste no time in wrapping your arms around his neck and slamming his lips back into yours, smiling into the kiss as his hands move from your face to grip your hips and push his into yours. His tongue darts out again to lick your bottom lip, groaning to express his displeasure at not having access to what’s inside. You open your mouth feeling his tongue hastily meet yours. It brings another moan out of you and Fez quickly notes the sound as another thing he loves about you, immediately thinking off all the things he could do to keep hearing it from you. He moves his hands from your hips to under your ass, lifting you onto the desk in one swift motion. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss even more as you feel the light touch of his fingers trail over your knee, slowly edging his way up your thigh until he reaches the hem of your skirt. Still exploring your mouth with his tongue, he groans into the kiss as he reaches the hem of your skirt, pushing the fabric up your thighs to expose your underwear. He moves from your mouth to your neck, peppering kisses up and down the sensitive skin until he finds a spot that makes your breath hitch, choosing to stay there and suck on the area. You let out another moan, more audible this time. His fingers find the lacy fabric of your panties, tugging at the edge and pushing it slightly to the side. You whimper as you feel Fez’s rough fingers push into your panties and brush against your clit. “Fez-”, you call out his name in a sigh, making him look at you but it doesn’t stop his motion on your clit. He likes knowing that he could make you feel like this, that he could have you melt in his hands this easily, that you want him just as much as he wants you, just like this.

You move to grab his wrist, pushing his fingers closer to your hole when the two of you hear the screeching of bike tires outside the shop. Fez quickly slides you off the desk and you fix your skirt and underwear, squirming at how wet he had just made you. The two of you turn to the entrance wide eyed and immediately relax when you see Rue enter the shop. “Ayo Fez. G’night (Y/N)…um…y’all good?” she splits her attention between the two of you. You’re both breathing heavily, your hair is slightly out of place from where it was slicked back and Fez’s face and ears are bright red. “Yo Rue, yea we coo’. Whatchu need? Ash in the back countin’ some bills.” Rue narrows her eyes at the two of you, nodding her head slightly, she obviously doesn’t believe him. “Yeah…I just need a few oxy’s. You sure everything’s good with you two?” You look at her and smile sheepishly, “Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Ash will hook you up.” She decides to leave you two be, smiling knowingly as she slips into the backroom where Ash is.

You and Fez turn to each other, staring wide eyed before bursting into a fit of laughter. Fez ropes you in and hugs you tight, kissing your forehead as he does. “You can’t get me caught like that again Fez, that could have been bad.” He rolls his eyes at you, “What Rue? She was probably jus’ gon’ tell Jewel…and Jewel would tell Kat…and then Kat would rat us out to Maddy and Cassie”. Him slowly putting the pieces together makes you chuckle, “…I don’t regret it though. Low-key wish you had done something like that sooner.” He looks down at you in surprise and you look back up at him innocently. “It’s been years Fez, how’d you not know?”, “Well if I’m being honest Ash been telling me to do something for years but I was like, too shy and shii’”, “Fez that was the last thing from shy”. He pulls you closer, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Well if you keep wearin’ that strawberry shit and tasting all delicious shii it gon’ stay that way ma’.” You laugh, keeping your eyes on his, “I’m not complaining”, you sigh as he leans in for another kiss.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this it turned into smut. And yk what sometimes that's just what happens, so why fight it. This is the Valentine’s Day fic I suppose; part 3 of Diner Date will probably be out within the next 2 days. I hope y’all have a good day/night wherever you are.

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