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roseloon · 2 years
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One More
a/n: for my first this rlly wasn’t that bad ??
cockwarming w/ fez while he rolls a blunt
“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.
one more.
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eufezco · 2 years
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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 you grip became tighter in his shoulders to 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 house covered in hickeys. "I want you to be mine." 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 while we fuck?" 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 pronounced 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 giggling. "You idiot."
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Fezco is daddy
"Will it fit?" I ask fezco staring at his lengeth in awe. "Ill make it fit" he states with a smirk, thrusting into me with no warning. I feel so incredibly full as he moves in and out of me hitting my sweet spot everytime. A mix of our moans bounce off the walls of his room. Fezco reaches to my pussy and starts to rub at my clit sending my body into overdrive. I can feel my orgasm nearing and fezcos degrading words dont help. I cant hold it anymore and I let go, my body shaking as my orgasm hits me like a brick. "Fuck, you feel so good" his words echo in my mind feeling his cock twitch inside me and fill me with his warm cum.
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honeybear-yammy · 2 years
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Over The Phone
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Warnings: cursing, smut, sexting, dirty talk, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex
Pairings: Fezco x Female Reader
Summary: In which Fezco and Y/N were talking to eachother on the phone but, the phone call took a naughty turn.
Character: Fezco (played by Angus Cloud)
Show: Euphoria
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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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.
"Fuck. Baby girl I need you to come over, now."
"I'm on my way." You said with a giggle.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years
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hi lovey, can you do a smut where you let Fez go without a condom for the first time?
Yessssss!
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His eyes are wide as he peers down at me, my smile teasing but sincere, watching as he visibly gulps, the condom shaking between his fingers.
"I dunno, ma." He whispers hesitantly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of my fingers trailing up his back, goosebumps erupting on his soft, freckled skin. He looks cautious, biting at his lip as I try to soothe his worries.
"I'm on the pill and we're grown adults. If anything happens, it'll happen how it's supposed to and we'll figure it out." I offer simply, his chain dangling down between us as I grin, watching the wild thoughts run behind his eyes at the thought of really feeling me and trying something we'd never tried before.
"Alright, but if you tryna trap me or some shit and you pop one out in nine months, we're gonna have a serious chat." I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck as he tosses the condom aside, nudging my legs apart as I gently scratch at his back, knowing how much he loves it.
"You're already trapped." I wink, wrapping my legs around him as he groans, positioned perfectly against me as his hips slowly press into my own. The filthy moan that leans his lips as he slips inside of me makes my thighs clench, loving the way how he's loving the way that I feel.
By the time he bottoms out, he's gasping quietly, the feeling of my walls fluttering around him with nothing between us obviously has him already out of his mind.
"Fuck, doll."
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athenaeum-simps · 1 year
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Fezco
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withlovewriting · 1 year
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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
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Chapter 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
I wish I met you further along, Gave you my older heart, still and strong, But I wouldn't have a fire like I do today, Oh, it burns for you babe, You got nothing on my tendency to be led astray, Oh, it took a blindside hit to show me the right of way.
Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.
Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader
Words: 4,234
Chapter Warnings: Usual warnings for mentions of drug use. Just take this whole chapter as a warning.
Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI
Previous Chapter:
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"I won't be long. Save me a seat, alright?"
Sending Fez a tight lipped smile, you nodded. Putting on his white button up, still warm from when Faye had just finished ironing it, he didn't even think to question why you'd left the flowers and card that you'd just finished signing for Lexi on the side.
Nor did he second guess the backpack on your shoulder, heavy with creased clothes that had been haphazardly thrown in during your hastened rush once he was in the shower.
Your chest felt heavy as his hand caught yours, stopping you before you could pass him, "You sure 'bout this? We can always stay home."
"No... No. It's fine. I'm fine. We should go. For me as much as Lexi."
Swallowing the guilt the scratched at your throat, the acidic taste burning in the cuts it left behind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching as his cobalt blue gaze softened, accepting your unknowing deceit without hesitation. Even after all this time, Fez's trust in you remained steadfast, resolutely unwavering in the belief that you were a good person, despite all of your shortcomings and weaknesses. A faith that not even your parents seemed to have in you.
He left one last kiss on the back of your hand before you made your way toward the door, halting for just a moment as you inhaled deeply.
You would be back. Once you were better. If you ever got better. Because whilst addiction was an illness, it was chronic. It didn't pass like a cold, or the flu. You would feel the temptation lingering for the rest of your life. That much, you'd learned from the abysmal amount of NA meetings you'd attended.
You would never be cured. But you didn't want to flit between addict and recovering addict for the rest of your life. Because for once, that life seemed to have something worth staying around for. And it wasn't just Fez.
Your life as a child had been privileged. Much more so than others, and you had realized that whilst you could understand where your issues stemmed from, you couldn't blame the difficulties of your past and allow them to be your excuse for your future. You wanted to be a better person.
You wanted to be clean. Recovering. You wanted to be you again, even if you had absolutely no idea who that was, anymore.
Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, your head darted round quickly, meeting the dark coffee colored eyes of Ash. Silently, he watched you with an unrecognizable expression, and for a moment, you panicked, almost positive that he could read your mind.
A mournful smile fell on your lips, watching as his eyes fell to your bag. "I'll be back soon."
His dark eyes remained on you, but you could feel them relax a little, even from the distance across the room, and the boy simply nodded, his intense gaze finally dropping and allowing you to leave.
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Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried fruitlessly to keep your tears at bay, knowing that if you let even one fall, the whole charade would crumble, and you'd end up back under the security of Fezco's bed sheet, relying on a man who simply didn't have the capability or expertise to help her. And why would he? He was a 21 year old, running two family businesses whilst bringing up his brother to the best of his ability. On top of taking care of his grandmother.
You were just another layer of stress that he didn't need. Not right now.
"Ay, you good?" The familiar voice of Custer made you flinch, hazy memories from a night that felt so long ago pushing at the brink of your consciousness and leaving a taste of how good forgetting could be.
"What're you doing here?" You prayed your voice didn't sound as meek as you were sure it did. Whilst you didn't particularly want to be rude to the guy, you also had no intentions of giving him any sort of pass. You didn't like him, and you didn't trust him. Even if Faye did.
"Seeing my girl. Where you off to?"
Furrowing your brows slightly, you watched as his fist clenched before his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, as if they couldn't stay still for even just a moment.
"Out. To uh... See a friend."
"Cool, cool. Your boy home?"
You wanted to tell him no. Tell him that nobody was home and his journey was a waste of time. But he knew damn well Faye didn't leave the house -- you weren't even certain if he knew she often frequented the store -- and there was at least some excuse for his appearance. So instead, you simply nodded, a forced smile on your lips as he passed, watching as he rounded the corner, out of your sight.
Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump and fumble to retrieve it out of your pocket, your heart settling as you recognized the name.
"You on your way?"
Clearing your throat, you nodded before realizing they couldn't see you, "Uh, yeah. Just left."
"Sure you don't want me to come get you?"
"-No, no. It's fine. I could use the walk to uh... clear my head. I'll see you at the church, though. I won't be long."
The voice sighed, and you knew they were hesitant, as if you would run off into the sunset instead, "Alright. Well, I'll be outside waiting when you get here."
"OK, cool. And Ali?" you heard him hum through the phone, awaiting your next few words, "Thanks. For all of this."
"Yeah, yeah," his warm laugh could be heard down the phone, "see you soon."
You placed your phone back into your pocket and took a long, deep breath in, ignoring the city air and trying to focus on steadying your heart. This would all be worth it.
Two letters had been left next to Lexi's card. 
Sure, Fez might've understood, but you knew his ocean eyes would've stopped you leaving, even if his words would've told you it was OK, maybe even insisted you went. Helped you pack a bag that you didn't have to hide away.
But you would've stayed. In his apartment. In a rut. In and out of an addiction that would inevitably kill you.
So a letter would have to do. It needed to do.
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You passed by the closed store, eyes downcast as you refused to look in, despite knowing Fezco wasn't there, and didn't stop your pace until you were stood outside of a familiar house, the car in the drive way causing your palms to sweat.
All you had to do was drop off the letter. Put it in the post box and fucking run. You knew Rue wouldn't be there. She too, was at Lexi's play. But it wasn't her you were nervous to see.
Swallowing down your nervousness, you crossed the street and opened the old mailbox, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to exit as quickly as you'd arrived. A voice from the front door stopped you in your tracks.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Taking a deep breath, you retrieved the letter, trying your best to not scrunch it up in your hands as you turned to the woman who somehow made you feel even more ashamed than you did every time you caught your own reflection.
"I'm sorry, I was just..." holding out the letter pathetically, you quickly stepped back as she approached you, her speed surprising you as she made it to you within a few strides.
"You need to leave before I call the damn cops."
"I know Rue isn't in, I'm not here to see her. I just wanted to give her-"
"Don't you think you've done enough damage? I don't give a damn what you want. You come within 10 feet of my daughter, and I swear to God-"
"Mom," a voice desperately called from the house, and you recognized Rue's little sister watching you both with a furrowed brow, disquiet evident on her face.
"Gia, baby, get back in the house. I got this."
"Mom, please. Come back inside-"
"I'm sorry. I just-"
"You're sorry? You're sorry? No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry that I ever allowed you to stay in my daughter's life once I found out how you knew each other. Once I found out what you are."
Unable to hold eye contact, your eyes settled on your dirty converse, "I'm so sorry, Leslie. I know, I fucked up and-"
"Don't you dare. I don't want your apology. My daughter doesn't want your apology. We just want you to stay the god damn hell away from us."
Leslie turned, storming back into the house, calling after Gia, but the young girl remained, large brown eyes boring into yours, unsure of her next move. Eventually, she peaked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her, her steps much smaller and slower than her mothers.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she intently watched your every move. Every breath.
"She has a chance of getting sober for real," Gia's voice was soft as tears collected along her lash line, "I know that it's not as simple as just... stopping. But... She has a chance, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin that."
Nodding, you felt your chin wobble. Not for yourself, and not even necessarily for Rue, either. But for the damage her addiction had caused those around her. This was the fallout of her self-destruction. And you had only aided that.
You'd helped crumble the buildings that were crushing everyone who loved Rue.
"I know I have no right to ask you this but uh..." sniffling, you wiped your sleeve under your eyes, almost angry at the small tear that had fallen, "Can you give this to her? You can read it first, if you need to, but I uh... I need her to read it. To know that I'm sorry. For everything."
Gia released a sigh, watching as you held out the crumpled letter, arms still wrapped around herself.
"Rue was an addict long before you came along, and she would've relapsed with, or without you. I know you didn't help, but... You didn't cause it, either. Rue... She's not been good for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. Ever since our dad..."
"I know. Well, I mean, I don't know, but... I know she's been through a lot. And I know she's a good person, and I don't wanna hinder that anymore."
"I'm sorry for what my Mom said. She's just-"
"No, not it's fine. I get it," you sent her a meek smile, as you nodded. Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt.
Only once Gia's fingers had gripped the envelope, did you turn and leave, hoping the tears would at least hold off until you got to the end of the road.
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An apology. To the people you'd hurt. That was what Ali had told you. He was going to help you learn how to forgive yourself, but in the mean time, he had told you to learn to seek forgiveness in others. Whether or not they forgave you, whether or not you believed they should forgive you. All you could do was apologize. What they chose to do with that was out of your hands.
So once Fezco was sound asleep -- his body cloaking yours in a warmth that you'd struggled to draw yourself from -- you settled at the kitchen table, a school notebook open as you racked your brain for the right words.
A simple Sorry I fucked up your life didn't seem adequate enough, it barely scraped the surface of your feelings, but the longer your eyes bore into the lined page, the more you were able to sit with your emotions. And once you'd started, the words just didn't seem to stop.
You'd started with Rue. An apology, for doing what all addicts seemed to do and use her to get a fix. Sure, she was using just as much as you, and said she'd had no intentions of remaining sober, but you felt guilt regardless.
Your appearance couldn't of helped. Rue, who was used to using in secret, by herself, now had a friend to play with. One that was just as willing and as reckless as she was. It was a temptation that she couldn't decline. You knew you wouldn't have been able to, either.
You wanted Rue to know that she was a good person, and a good friend, despite her bad habits. But that they didn't have to define her. That she was so much bigger than this. That she deserved to be bigger than this. She just had to keep trying.
You wanted her to know that if some other alternate reality existed where neither of you had faced the challenges that led you down the paths you had taken, and you'd have still managed to find each other, you would've been friends. And even though you couldn't be sure whether that ending would ever happen in this reality, you could only wish your circumstances were different. But if you no longer being involved in Rue's life aided her sobriety, then so be it.
The next letter was addressed to Ash. Not only apologizing for turning his life upside down since your arrival, but for him feeling like he had to protect you. Whether he liked it or not, he was a kid, and he deserved to have the life that was so tragically torn away from his brother.
You asked him, pleaded with him, to remain kind to Fez. And whilst you knew the eldest sibling would need his support, you only hoped Ash would also seek the sanctuary that only his big brother could provide.
You'd never seen the type of loyalty that the brothers held for each other before. Never felt that loyalty, until Ash had shown you the night of Mouse's death. Of course, you never mentioned that in the letter -- you weren't stupid enough to incriminate either of you in regards to the drug dealers death -- but you hoped he knew how appreciative you were of him, despite the inner turmoil that he'd felt the need to protect you in the first place.
Faye's letter was much shorter, but you had to apologize for putting her in the position you had a few weeks earlier. You didn't know how she felt bout it now, but you'd seen her lingering, sorrowful glances as she passed you, your body curled up on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and soaked in regret.
Fez's letter.
Well... that was much harder.
Buzzing in your pocket, you phone pulled you out of your pity party. Wiping the few tears that had trickled down your cheeks away, you didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.
You weren't too far from the church that held your NA meetings, and you fully expected it to be Ali, ringing once more just to double check if you still wanted him to pick you up from there or not. Especially now it had started to drizzle.
"What?" You sighed, voice trembling a little more than you'd liked. the voice sounded calm enough down the phone, and you felt a little guilty for answering so bluntly.
"Now?" Pulling your phone away from your face to check the time, you still had the best part of an hour before you had to meet Ali, "Yeah. Sure, fine. But I gotta be quick."
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Finally arriving at the apartment building just off Kemper street, the door opened before you even had to knock, the seemingly sweet woman's smile faltering slightly as she took in your appearance, "Oh, you're soaking. Come on in. I'm sure I have some spare clothes somewhere."
"It's fine, really, Laurie. I have extra." You motioned toward the bag on your back, causing her eyebrows to raise slightly,
"You're not going somewhere, are you?"
Watching as she sat down on the couch, you tried to swallow down your discomfort.
"Oh, uh... No. Not really. Just staying with a friend for a while."
"Trouble in paradise?" She smiled before quietly thanking Bruce Jr when he placed some folded up clothes beside her.
"No, nothing like that. Just a uh... change of scenery, I guess. Look, I really do have to get going-"
"You can't walk around in those clothes, you'll catch your death. Change into these, and I'll get yours into the dryer. Bathroom is down the hall."
"I have to meet someone-"
"-It won't take a minute to dry. Then Bruce will drop you wherever you have to go. C'mon. I don't bite."
Knowing that the easiest way to get out of here would be to entertain Laurie's fussing, you allowed her to help you, making your way toward the bathroom and changing, giving her the damp clothes once you were dressed.
"Now, you know back after we first met? When I did you a favor? And I said, one day, I'll need you to return that favor. And when I did, I expected your help, no and, if's or buts?"
Despite the cold chill that the rain had left you with, you suddenly felt a little too warm. Sure, you'd agreed to help Laurie, but you had been in a moment of weakness, willing to agree to almost anything for your next fix.
"I'm, uh... I'm not really doing that anymore."
Sending you a tight-lipped smile, you could sense how forced it was despite being on the other side of the sofa, "Oh, that's not important right now, sweetheart. But I do have an issue that I need your help with."
Licking your lips, you could only nod, hoping that you could just get out a little sooner.
"Good girl," the words felt patronizing, but her tone remained soft, "You see, there's this girl who agreed to take a lot of drugs off my hands, promising I'd get a good turn out. Only problem is, she's a first time dealer and I'm yet to have any repayments."
Wringing your hands in your lap, you could feel them begin to shake, "Oh, I mean... I'm not really useful when it comes to shit like that. I'm not exactly... intimidating."
A mocking smirk settled over the woman's face as her dark slate eyes settled over your face, "Oh, that's not what I'm asking of you. But she needs to learn a lesson, and I'm afraid, you're part of the collateral damage."
Any words you had died on your tongue the moment you felt a thump, barely able to recognize the searing pain as your vision turned black, and you fell into a deep unconsciousness.
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Looking down at his watch, Ali sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Leaning against his truck now the rain had stopped, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew he should've picked you up.
He'd got here early and had been parked outside since, so he knew he hadn't missed you. Instead, he had a terrible gut feeling that you had changed your mind. He'd been so close to getting through to you. To finally breaking down the walls that you had bloodied and bruised your hands to build, fighting him tooth and nail at every turn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn't need his help.
And then there you were, pushing yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair.
At first, he'd assumed the scrape of your chair indicated your leaving, and he had to fight to school his features as you walked passed him, making your way to the front of the small hall, eyes brimming with tears of acceptance, hands wringing in self-doubt and insecurities as you introduced yourself to the group for the first time,
"-and I'm an addict."
He had intended to speak to you after the meeting, but you'd found him first, and after a long chat, he'd agreed to let you stay with him until a room became available at the impatient hospital. He didn't question your current living situation, and the only thing you'd told him was that you weren't sure it was a place you could commit to getting sober. Not right now, at least. Not without help.
So before he left this evening, he'd set up the spare room with fresh sheets and extra pillows, placed a few books around the room, along with a jarred candle.
He could honestly say he was a little surprised by your no-show. Normally someone in your situation would only follow through with receiving help once they asked for it, and he knew from personal experience how low you had to fall before you'd ask for help. He wasn't sure you could fall any deeper without digging yourself a grave.
So when you hadn't shown up an hour and a half later and your phone had repeatedly gone to voicemail, he took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor -- his boot stomping on it despite the puddle already putting it out -- before clambering back into his car, a deep sigh leaving him as he pulled away.
All he could do was hope that once you got your shit together, you'd call him, and you could both try again.
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The empty apartment was silent, shattered glass lay on the floor and not one wall was left untarnished, decorated in a flurry of bullet holes, and on the floor, the once white envelopes were splattered in blood, the deep crimson liquid distorting the words that were scribbled across the page.
Fez.
I need you to know, first and foremost, thank you. For everything. But I also need you to know how sorry I am. For everything.
I met you at a time in my life that seemed perfect. You had exactly what I needed. Supply and demand, I guess. But what I didn't realize that it was so much more than that. Not only did you have what I needed, but you were what I needed.
I know it feels like I'm rambling, and I know you're probably confused by this letter, but I need you to know, I'm not going to make it to Lexi's play tonight. But please, go for the both of us. I'm sure it'll be fantastic and please let her know how sorry I am to be missing it.
The night we met, you had shown me a kindness I had never known. You, a total stranger, took care of me when I was nothing less than horrible to you. I'm sorry for my original impression of you. I thought you were an average, run of the mill high school drop-out, who cared little about anything other than himself, hanging out at high school parties because he wasn't worth shit.
Now I know how wrong I was.
You, Fezco O'Neill, are anything but ordinary. And I'm sorry I took so long to allow myself to see that.
The man I know you to be is extraordinary. Supporting Ash, running a business, and taking care of your Grandmother are not small feats, and I'm so sorry that not many people know the real you. The one you allowed me to get to know. The guy who spins me around the room, dancing to the end credits of Stand By Me. The guy who spent far too long curled up with me on the bathroom floor whilst I was at my worst. The guy who did everything in his power to keep me safe, even if that meant going against his own beliefs.
I'm sorry that I took your hand and dragged you down to hell with me. I'm sorry for the cruel person I turned into at my lowest. I'm sorry that I'm not the person you deserve, not right now, at least.
I'm still in East Highland, but I needed to leave. I need support that I shouldn't unfairly rely on you for. I need someone with experience, so they can help teach me ways to cope with being sober, just until a position at a center opens up. It could be weeks, it could be months. But just know I'm safe. And, should things go to plan, and I remain here, I am most definitely sober. Trust me, my sponsor is a total killjoy. Which is exactly what I need, I suppose.
I know this might not work. I know that addiction isn't just a coat that I can take off once I've outgrown it. But I need to try. I deserve to try. For myself, as much as anyone else.
I'm sorry I had to leave this way, and I hate that we both know you'd have supported my decision if I'd told you. But we both know, I wouldn't have been able to leave you, had you known. All you'd of had to do was ask me to stay, and I would've. But I need to do this. I have to make this all count for something. To make myself count for something. Otherwise, what's the point?
When I come back. I'll be better. For you, for Ash. For myself.
I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you.
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Fin...
...Pour le moment
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Hi there.
I just wanted to leave a quick authors note to say thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, commented on, and enjoyed this story. Your support has been incredible and genuinely warms my heart so much.
I’m not going to ramble on because I’m not sure anyone even reads these things, but I hope you all have a wonderful new year and a lovely 2023. Stay safe, stay kind, and I hope that if you decide to stick around, you’ll enjoy the other stories I will be putting out. And if not, then I hope I’ll see you again once Season 3 of Euphoria is out.
So much love. Thank you once again. <3
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well-loved-by-me · 2 years
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"Someone could hear us," you mumble against Fez's mouth.
The party raged on behind you on the other side of the door, music loud and people yelling for you to get out.
Fez pulls back to take you all in, lips red and cheeks flushed--tired from dancing with Maddy. He had saw you there, smile on your face as Maddy moved her hips against yours and you mimicked her movements.
"Imma be for real ma, I don't give fuck." A laugh starts, but you're quickly cut off when he presses himself against you.
Fez doesn't focus on your lips for long. Instead, he trails off going all over your cheek and down your neck.
He chuckles when you cling tighter to him and he knows you want him to hurry his ass up. A soft whine comes from above him as he lowers to knees, tugging the fabric on your legs down.
"Just a second," he mumbles dazed and buries him mouth into you. The party is long forgotten, and your concerns about who might be listening are a thing of the past.
The only thing you could focus on was Fez. His eyes are entirely on you, drinking the sight of your head tossed back whenever his tongue teased your clit.
Fez's fingers are pumping slowly, pushing upwards with enough pressure to make your toes curl. Fez can see it all on your face, the furrowed brows and flushed neck. He doesn't know what could be better than this moment.
Imagine his anger when there's loud pounding at the door a moment later with Nate's voice on the other side, "Hurry the fuck up! Some of us actually have to use the bathroom!"
"Imma gonna send his ass back to the hospital."
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june-babys-world · 2 years
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Damages pt.3
word count - 1.1k
pairing - fezco x female reader 
warnings - Smut 
sorry this took so long guys but its finally uploaded! I hope you enjoy ❤️‍🔥
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I feel the warmth of him wrapped around me before I feel anything else, before I even open my eyes, before I even think my thoughts are full of him, just him.  I slowly turn my head to see that he’s already staring at me with a small smile, he tightens his grip around my waist and crocks in his raspy morning voice ‘morning beautiful’
I smile with a light pink dusting my cheeks and reply ‘good morning’ he tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear while staring into my eyes and whispers ‘I love you’
‘I love you too’ I lean in and connect our lips in a passionate kiss, my hand is on the side of his face rubbing my thumb across his stubbled cheek, his arms are wrapped around me one rubbing my bare back and the other holding onto my hip, I slowly push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back and move to straddle him, I sit up and tuck my hair behind both of  my ears, blushing as I say ‘okay I’m ready now’
‘Ready?’ he asks confused
‘To you know’ I say nodding to indicate what I mean
‘Mama, I don’t know’
‘I want to have sex’ I say quickly, embarrassed that he’s made me say it out loud
‘well I can help you with that’ he has a cheeky smile on his face and grabs my hips to turn us so I’m on my back and he’s above me but before he can manoeuvre us I place my hand on his should and say ‘wait-‘ I don’t even get my sentence out before he’s panicking asking me if I’m okay and if he’s done anything wrong ‘no I just can we do it like this?’ I ask timidly
‘You wanna be on top?’ I bite my lip and nod; he rubs up my bare sides under his t-shirt that I’m wearing ‘okay baby’ he whispers
I move my hair so it’s over one shoulder and I lean down to connect out lips once again, he’s slowly rubbing his hands up and down my bare back and one moves down to grab my ass, once he’s groping me, he lets out a breathy groan ‘I missed you’ he says
‘I missed you too’ I move down to reconnect our lips as his hand moves to the band of my underwear where he moves to expertly find my clit and begins to rub small tight circles making me take deeper slower breaths, moving my head to the side so I can breathe, he attacks my neck with kisses ranging from below my ear to where it joins with my shoulder, while he does his I move my hand between us to slowly rub his hard member under his boxers, as soon as I touch him he’s lets out another groan, I roll off of him quickly and he gives me a look of confusing before he sees that I’m taking off my underwear and mimics my action and takes off his own I moves to get back of top of him, he grabs my hips under the oversized t-shirt, I look down as him shyly and ask ‘can I keep it on?’
‘Yeah, whatever you want baby, you sure you wanna do this?’
‘Yeah, I’m sure’ I reach behind me and grab him, lining him up with my entrance as I slowly sink down on his length, once I have him fully inside me, I stop for a couple of minutes to get used to him inside me, both of us just breathing deeply revelling of the feeling of being back together after we had been apart, I place my hand on his chest and slowly begin to move, I close my eyes and just feel the pleasure, he continues talking saying ‘god you’re so sexy’ ‘baby you feel so good’ ‘god I’m never going without you again’ ‘I cant live without you’
None of what he’s saying breaks through my concentration until he’s gripping my hips causing the shirt the lift slightly and he’s says ‘what the fuck is that’ I’m confused on what es talking about until it clicks on my brain and I gasp and quickly bring my hand down to cover what he’s talking about, its right on the crease of my thigh, on my front of my hip, its tiny I’m surprised he’s seen it, the good news is he only got a quick glance, I turn bright red and say ‘it’s nothing I promise’
‘Well, it’s something let me see’ he tries to move my hand but I won’t budge and he would never force me to show him ‘please’ he whispers
‘it’s embarrassing’
‘c’mon’
‘Promise you won’t laugh at me?’
‘I promise’
I slowly move my hand out of the way so he can see, so he can see the tint tattoo in red ink ‘I got it in New York when I was drunk with Jules’ I explain squeamishly worried about his reaction, I don’t think it occurred to either of us that I’m still on top of him, that he’s still inside of me
He looks shocked when he lets out a breathy ‘baby, i- ‘and runs his thumb across the red ink that clearly spells FEZ
‘Do you hate it?’ I ask
‘you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of’ he replies
‘So, you like it?’
‘Fuck yeah’ we both laugh and lean in for a kiss, we continue kissing passionately for a while before I begin moving again feeling the vein on his length dragging along my walls making me whimper, were still chest to chest there’s not a breath of air that could fit between us as we both reach our highs moaning into each other’s mouths, I slowly move from on top of him and lay down with my head on his chest his hand automatically comes up to run through my hair, his other hand moves to my hip so he can run his finger over my tattoo
‘you really my girl huh?’
‘of course,’ I smile back at him
‘can’t believe you got my name on you all permanent and shit, that done scare you?’
‘Does it scare you?’ I ask
‘Nah but you the scaredy cat in the relationship’ I can’t help but snort when he says this, and he lets out a small chuckle as well
After a minuet I say ‘I wasn’t scared when I got it done, you always say that were going to be together forever and I believe you, so I guess it didn’t really feel like that big of a risk’
He gives me a look of absolute love and says ‘we are gonna be together forever, I aint ever letting you go sunshine’
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latoyalestrange · 1 year
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ya’ll….i am so sorry lmao
besties, i’m officially back. here’s a new list of fandoms in writing for <3
dale cooper x reader
spencer reid x reader
aaron hotchner x reader
fezco x reader
harry potter x reader
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ethereallocs · 2 years
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Life hasn’t been so pleasant lately I’m in college and have final projects coming up so I’ve been swamped but I will be dropping a part 3 for An Unlikely Pair Soon
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eufezco · 2 years
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Fezco smut x femreader 😋😋 he takes this good girls virginity and asks his grandma for tips on how to treat her well🥰🥰
⚠️ english isn't my first language
"Do I know this girl?" Fezco was so embarrassed, talking about girls with his grandma wasn't in his morning plans but it needed to be done because Fez wanted to do things in the right way with you. "Mmm... Maybe." He looked down, avoiding his grandma's curious gaze as he stirred the cereal in the bowl with milk. "So it's y/n." Of course, she knew it, even before Fezco could say anything else. You were the only girl Fezco has ever brought home. "She's cute. I like that girl." Fezco ate his cereal listening to his grandma talk about you. "And you like her too huh." His cheeks turned red, he was unused to this feeling, even more, to share it with someone. "So what's the deal Fezco?"
"She told me she's never..."
"Oh and you have?" His grandma teased him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She laughed and apologized after watching his grandson's reaction, eyes wide open and red cheeks. He has been with a couple of girls, nothing more than just a one-night thing. The bond he has with you was nonexistent with them. "And what do you wanna know?"
"I just... want her to feel comfortable." Marie couldn't deny she was proud of the man she raised, asking for help instead of acting like he knows everything. "Just listen to her body Fez. Pay attention to how she reacts to your movements and you'll be fine. Communicate with her, worry about if she's liking it or she wants you to stop." He was taking mental notes of everything his grandma was saying, getting a little frustrated about if he would be able to remember it all. Marie's advice weren't explicit which Fez thanked but they were good and useful. Fezco took his bowl and his mug to the kitchen sink as he tried to count how many times his grandma mentioned the words "consent" and "communication".
"Wait y/n, are you sure? We can't stop if-" Your lips crashed against his. You were happy that Fez asked you, that was one of the main reasons why you haven't lost your virginity yet, bad experiences with men led you to be under Fezco's warm body. His hands held your hips in place as he placed himself between your legs. "Is it okay if I take this off?" He played with the waistband of your pants. You nodded, lifting your hips from the bed so he could slide them down your legs. He smirked and licked his lips at the sight of your cute panties covering your pussy, a wet spot glistering on the fabric. His hand traveled down your stomach, the short top you were wearing making it easier for his finger to feel that part of you until he got to your panties. You nodded when Fezco stopped, giving him the permission he was waiting for. His fingers collected your juices and played with your inner labia, teasing you and hearing some desperate whimpers from your lips. He rubbed your throbbing clit, drawing circles while his lips attacked your neck and collarbone. "Feels good?" You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your moans as you nodded. "It feels- It feels so much better than when I do it." Fezco could feel his cock twitching inside his underwear.
While his thumb focused on your clit, his other fingers went down your vulva until they got to your soaking hole. His middle finger sliding in easily. It felt good, his fingers were thick but one wasn't enough to stretch you out. You gasped when he added another one. When you got used to the feeling of his fingers inside you, he started to pump them in and out, carefully to not hurt you but rapidly enough to make you moan and sink your nails into his shoulder. "Fuck Fez, I need you- I need you to fuck me." Your mouth was partially open, letting out all types of whimpers and whines, making your lips and throat go dry. After listening to his good girl asking him to fuck her with such a lustful tone in her voice, the only thing going through his mind was how much he wanted to please you.
"You tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop." Fez said as he opened the condom. It was hard to tell who was more nervous of you two. He topped you, his dick slapping against your pussy. You grabbed the back of his head and kissed his lips. He took advantage of your movement to push the head of his dick inside you. Fez waited for your reaction and then pushed his whole length in, looking for any kind of discomfort in your face before moving. "Move, Fez, please." Fezco was focused on how your tight cunt was squeezing his dick until your words brought him out of the trance. His hips rocked back and forth, deep sounds coming out of his mouth right from his chest. Your moans where making Fez go faster. He pushed your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders seeking even more friction, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside of you and your nails still clawing up his back.
Maddy warned you that most of the girls don't cum during their first time but you started questioning your best friend's words when you felt how a tight knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach and your pussy spasmed around Fez's cock. "That's it... Cum for me, pretty girl." When he felt you were about to come, he started working on your clit again. Your orgasm hit you, a heatwave expanding down your spine and Fezco's forehead falling against yours as he came too.
His aftercare was just perfect, Fez got you a glass of water and went with you to the bathroom so you could pee. He threw the condom in the trash and then laid with you in your bed. He asked you if you liked it, if you were feeling okay, if you needed something, if you'd like to sleep now or do something else... It was cute how much he cared. You didn't want to do anything else but hug him and think about how lucky you were.
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Fezco was an interesting guy. On the outside he was a no good drug dealer and that was all. But you knew him differently. You knew he was actually a real softy. But you also knew how much of a man whore he was in bed.
How you ended up in a random room at a party having sex with a man you had only known for less than a month. Although you had only met recently, you had a special kind of relationship. Not fuck buddies per say, there was definitely an emotional aspect. But god was the sex good. "Yea ride me real fast ma" Fezco praises you. Your pussy clenches around his hard cock causing him to groan out in pleasure. You ride him passionately and he grips your waist encouraging you to keep going. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm as Fezco circles your clit with his thick fingers. "I-Im gonna cum baby" you moan out. "You can cum when I tell you, slut" Fezco spits out making the knot in your stomach even more unbearable. "Cum for me baby, you can cum" he commands. Almost before he can finish his scentance your pussy clenches and the feeling of euphoria washes over you. But youre not done yet, you can tell hes close so you continue to move up and down on his cock. With watching the way your tits bounce and how your pussy feels on his cock he orgasms and spills his warm seed inside of you. Both of you colapse on the bed chests heaving. "I love you" he says pulling your bodies together. And in his loving arms you realize you are more n love than you ever have been with him.
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new yrs sex w fez after he beat nate's ass<3
Love this bestie! This is a great way to end the first day of 2023 :)
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"Fuck- Fez, are you sure you're okay?" I ask, lips briefly detaching from his so I can look down at his bloody and bruised knuckles as he shoves his bathroom door shut with a slam, probably alerting Ash in the room over who's headset is probably on already.
"'m fine, just need you." He mutters, caging me in between the counter and himself, his broad chest pressed against mine and his fingers lift my chin up softly so he can get a better look at me. "That alright?" He asks, jaw still tight and frustration still riddling his body after the fight- the fight that I won't bring up until he wants to talk about it.
For now, I'll do what he wants me to. Whatever will help him feel better.
"You won't see me arguing." I grin wickedly, loving the proud smirk that slips across Fezco's lips, my obedient words setting a fire in him that's been burning since he saw my sparkly, silver New Years dress only hours ago.
"Bend over." He guides me to lean against the cool counter, a hiss escaping me at the sensation and I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror, laughing at the smudged lipstick and running mascara. Fezco's hands shove my dress up over my ass effortlessly and he's quick to slip my panties down my legs, eyes stuck on the way my heels sparkle in the dim light of the bathroom. "Fuck, you're soaked." He mutters, licking his fingers before slipping them down between us, pads of his fingers carefully slipping up and down my slit, thumb circling my clit a few times, warming me up.
My forehead falls forward to rest against the counter as I listen to him fumble with his belt and shove his pants down just enough to slip himself out of his boxers. The way he brushes the tip of his cock against my slit, soaking up the obvious arousal, has my knees buckling and Fez is quick to catch on, one arm circling under my waist to hold me up.
"Look at that, takin' me so well." He slips into me effortlessly, a low groan escaping me at the pleasant burn that he causes, a burn that I can feel in my lower belly. My head spins from the mix of arousal, adrenaline and fear from seeing him go after Nate and when I finally lift my head to look at Fez, he's looking at me.
"Fez, I-" I mutter, words stolen from me as he slips out of me and thrusts back in, free hand reaching up to wrap his hand around my throat, a laugh leaving him as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
"Yeah? You got somethin' to say?" He teases, lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he rocks against me, hips slapping against my ass in a sloppy rhythm.
"Harder." I cry, hands gripping onto the counter with a force that makes me worried that this would be the time that we would finally break his countertop.
"So fucking bad, I swear to god." Fez moans, tilting my chin so he can capture my lips in a messy kiss that has me squealing his name under my breath. "You're perfect."
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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 26: Hearts of Glass Don’t Crack; They Smash
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Chapter 26: Hearts of Glass Don’t Crack; They Smash
Well, you lied, You said you were fine, But now you’re terrified, ‘Cause you don’t wanna die, Then you start to cry, You wish that you could take it all back, ‘Cause you just went to Heaven and back
Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.
Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader
Words: 3,978
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of drug use, overdose, angst. No Lexi hate, pls. Ya’ll aint gotta like her, but she hasn’t done anything wrong here. Apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes. also please, if you ever experience something like this, do not hesitate to call an ambulance. nobody will get in trouble, but someone could very well die without professional help. <3
We are also in the last episodes of the series. Hope you enjoy! <3
Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI
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You hadn't heard even a whisper from Rue since the night at the Howard's, but Lexi had at least kept you updated as much as she could.
The news that Rue was sober was bittersweet. You were glad she had the support she desperately needed, but you also knew she'd be knee deep in withdrawal, and you knew how shit that would be. Regardless, you were proud of her.
You were doing better within your own withdrawal, whilst you weren't spending hours bent over the toilet anymore, the aches were felt deep in your muscles, to the very collagen of your bones. You were trying, but the thought of this for the rest of your life? It felt suffocating, never-ending.
Sitting on the couch, practically melded into Fez's side, your eyes had fluttered shut as the sounds of Ben E King's voice filled the room, doing it's best to cover the rain outside, Fez's own voice blending with Lexi's as they softly sang along. You liked 'Stand By Me', living with Fezco you couldn't not like it. But you preferred 'Little House on the Prairie' more.
Sleep was biting at your ankles, clouding your consciousness – and quite possibly, judgement – but even as it gripped you, blanketing you as it wrapped around the edges of your mind, something about this moment felt so… simple. And despite the fact you'd been staying with Fezco for a while now, in this moment, you felt like an intruder.
This is what he deserves, you thought. Someone kind, and someone soft, and despite being the extraordinary person Lexi was, someone normal.
He shouldn't be rubbing your back as you violently gagged over the toilet, or bathing you when your muscles were took weak to even hold up your own body weight. He was already looking after his Grandma, and his brother. He shouldn't have to babysit you, too.
"For real, though. If your play is anything like 'Stand By Me', you're not gonna have no problems."
The two remained silent for a moment, the last few chords of the song playing through the speakers before Lexi spoke up,
"How are you feeling, Fez? With, you know… everything?"
With you, was what she meant. Only she was too polite to straight up say it. You felt Fez's shoulders shrug slightly, his arm moving to take another hit of his joint, "I'm good."
Even you could imagine the look Lexi was giving him. Her large brown eyes downcast, brows furrowed as she silently begged him to tell her the truth.
A deep sigh escaped Fez's lips, "I dunno, man. It's hard, watching her like this. Harder to watch her destroy herself though. You get me?"
"Yeah, I uh… I get you. It's the same with Rue, I guess. Watching her slowly kill herself is devastating but… knowing what she's going through being sober? You kinda just feel… helpless."
Their conversation played in your head on repeat as Fez gently placed your head onto a cushion, standing up and offering to drive Lexi home since it was still pouring down, and when the door eventually shut, you finally allowed a tear to fall from your eyes, chin wobbling as you begged yourself not to release a sob.
You knew Lexi and Fez had grown closer over the past few months, with the girl's uncertainty about her play, Fez was great at bringing her back down to Earth, even if what he said didn't always soothe her concerns.
You had no right to feel any kind of way about it, you knew that, but it didn't make the heavy weight that settled on your chest alleviate at all. You and Fez had never had an outright conversation about whatever the hell you were both doing, or even what you meant to each other. You knew he cared for you, and you knew your own feelings for the boy, but where did that begin and end? He cared for Rue, too. And you had no doubt in your mind he'd look after her just as well.
But they weren't sleeping together. Nor were they falling asleep in each others embrace every night. He didn't place soft kisses against her head when he thought she was sleeping, nor did he whisper sweet words to her as he explored her body, mapping it out and cementing it into his memory.
His friendship with Rue was very different from his friendship with you. You knew from the get-go that he viewed her as a little sister. But Lexi was an anomaly. With her, you weren't as certain. Especially when Lexi was the kind of person who deserved Fez. Who would help share the weight of the world that he carried around on his shoulders, regardless of his stoic attitude.
With Lexi, Fez would no longer have to play the role of Sisyphus, rolling the boulder up a hill for eternity. But with you? Well, you were the boulder.
Your phone buzzed on the table, and you pushed your tired frame up to grab it, ignoring the unknown number and instead making your way toward Fez's bedroom, ready to crawl into the cold bed and await for his return.
"Oh, shit. Sorry…" Faye muttered, her body almost colliding with your own as she left the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, "Shit, are you alright?"
If you'd of just made it to the bedroom without her interrupting, you'd of been fine. So why was it the moment someone finally questioned how you were, the floodgates opened, releasing any and every though you'd had tucked away in the form of tears.
Faye's brow raised, clearly a little confused and concerned with your sudden breakdown, but guided you back into the bathroom regardless.
A soft hand rubbed your back reassuringly as she remained quiet, unsure of what to say, and you had absolutely no intention of telling her that this was because of a boy, no matter how lovely Fez was. You refused to fall into the stereotype of the girl who's upset and jealous over a boy that isn't even really hers. You'd been there, done that, and had the hospital bill to prove it.
"It just hurts. I'm so tired, and I can't… I can't do it anymore. Not like this."
Faye nodded, biting at her plump bottom lip. If you hadn't of been so in your own head, maybe you'd of realized the girl had her own problems right now. Yet her she was, pacifying you, like some toddler who had lost it's favorite toy.
You didn't like this part of you. The part that was cunning and deceitful, wily even. Getting not what you needed, but what you wanted, regardless of anyone else's feelings. And what you needed right now was an escape.
Which was exactly why you spent the next few minutes begging Faye, pleading with her to just give you anything she had. That you'd pay her back. That Fez didn't need to know. That you needed this.
And that led you to sitting on the same bathroom floor that you had spent so long on – convulsing and crying in the height of your withdrawal – crushing up a bunch of Oxy pills, uncertain and uncaring of how many, as you forced the powder up your nose.
The feeling of relief was almost instantaneous. Shoulders sagging as you released a soft breath, you pushed yourself back against the toilet and closed your eyes.
Time slowed down, and you felt like you could feel you thoughts float past you, ignoring Faye's concerned glances with an almost dopey smile on your face, the soothing sounds of the rain outside pitter-pattering against the window lulling you into a false sense of peace, ignoring the buzzing of your phone once more.
Despite being unconvinced by your slurred words telling her to go to bed, Faye left, making her way to the couch, her mind whirling, the thoughts of what Cluster had told her earlier distracting her from your problems.
Fez rushed back into the apartment, clothes feeling soggy despite only spending a few seconds in the rain. He bypassed Faye, the girl sat staring at the TV, seemingly captivated by whatever show was playing since she barely moved an inch, despite Fez's quiet greeting.
Noting your absence on the couch, Fez quietly made his way toward his bedroom, presuming you'd taken yourself to bed. Not wanting to awake you, he made his way around the room in darkness, finding a clean pair of pajamas to change into.
It wasn't until he crawled into the bed, his hand seeking you only to find it cold and empty that he realized you weren't in the bed. Calling your name, he was surrounded with nothing by the quiet, indistinct noise from the TV.
Fez knew he could just go back to bed, that you'd follow him in soon enough, purring like a cat as he wrapped his warm body around your own, whispering sweet poetic words against your head as he waited for you to fall asleep first.
But a niggling feeling in the back of his mind told him to get out of bed. To find you. Something he couldn't quite name made his gut sink further as inscrutable fear crawled up his throat, the feeling slowly gripping him tighter and tighter.
Not bothering to knock, he pushed open the door of the bathroom, the call of your name cut off when he saw you perched on the floor, head at an awkward angle as it rested against the toilet seat.
"Ma?" His voice was shaky as he carefully made his way to you, noting, but ignoring, the small bag containing a few pills – pills that he sold – along with a small amount of residue on the floor.
His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears, he wouldn't have been able to hear you even if you did reply.
Yet he knew you hadn't. You hadn't moved since he'd entered the room. Not at the call of your name, nor when he bent down next to you, a hand on your shoulder.
Taking in a sharp breath, Fez felt your clammy skin against his hand, making him call out your name louder this time, as he shook you slightly. When you didn't respond, he tipped your head back, breath halting in his throat when he saw your purple-tinged lips, his fingers pulling back your eyelids only to find two small, pinpoint pupils barely staring back at him.
You were still conscious, but barely. With his hand over your chest, your rapid heartbeat in juxtaposition with your increasingly shallow breathing, Fez shouted for Ash. For Faye. For fucking any body.
Barreling into the room, eyes wide and shotgun ready, Ash took one look at you before rushing back out, searching the cupboard for the unopened box of Narcan spray, his hands shaking as he handed it to his brother, watching with baited breath and a wobbly chin as he watched his brother administer it.
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?"
Faye's soft voice made Ash flinch, the young boy not realizing she was stood behind him. Ash repeated her question only louder, trying to get the attention of his brother.
"Fez? Ambulance or not?" Ash's words were desperate, his eyes darting between his brother and you as you slowly came around, dazed and confused, eyes squinting as if the florescent light of the bathroom was giving you a headache.
"I don't… I don't fuckin' know, alright?!"
Fez's hand gently traced your face, watching as your chest finally managed to take in a deep breath, his forehead falling to yours as he held you close to him. Flashes of him as a 14 year old boy, terrified and skeptical of calling an ambulance for his Grandma blurred his vision, feelings of a pale blue grief tinged with the hot, red unforgivable guilt that he'd felt the moment the doctor had uttered those words to him all those years ago. He was too late.
Except this time, you wouldn't end up bed bound. You could end up dead.
The intrusive thought choked him, teardrops tumbling down his cheeks and dripping down your own as he held your body against his in a futile attempt top keep you warm, a sob pressing against his Adam's apple, just waiting for him to open his mouth.
"Call 'em."
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The muffled sounds of beeping pulled you from your slumber, and once you'd awoken, you almost wished you hadn't.
Your head was pounding, feeling like it was going to burst from your skull at any moment, the constant noise elevating as you came to, eyes blurry as you tried to look around the room, only to find scratchy bed sheets and too white walls.
"Hey, Ma. You good, calm down."
You'd heard his voice before you'd even seen him, his fuzzy outline reaching for you, taking your hand into his, as gentle as one might handle the finest china.
"Fez?" Your voice was rough after being used, and a pain that wasn't entirely related to your current hospital visit sat heavy in your chest as he leaned over you, helping you to take a sip of temperature warm water that had been sitting in a cup, awaiting your awakening.
"What were you thinkin'?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as if he would find the answers there, "You was doin' so well, Ma."
Closing your eyes, the tears began to slowly escape, only escalating when you felt Fez's soft lips against your cheek, kissing them away as he cooed at you, "It's OK. You're OK."
The doctor introduced himself, and after running a few tests, had determined that you were at the very least, out of the woods.
"Unfortunately, the centers we're in communication with don't have any rooms yet available, so we can only offer outpatient support-"
"She was on that before, and it didn't help for shit. She needs-"
"I'm afraid that's the only option we have. Unless she's willing to go out of state, and even then we can't guarantee they'd have any spaces. The recent incline in addictions and drug use is-"
"Yeah, yeah I get it," Fez waved his hand, not wanting to hear the rest of the doctor's excuse, "But what happens if this happens again, and we ain't there to help?"
"Outpatient rehab can be extremely helpful, so long as she makes the commitment to attend and participate."
You were fed up with the two men arguing over you, neither allowing you to speak as they continued to cut each other off.
"If I go back to outpatient, will I still get detoxification?"
"I don't think that's the best-"
Holding your own hand up, you were thankful Fez settled back down. The thought of you taking anything was terrifying to him, regardless to whether it was for recreational purposes or not.
"Of course. We can help you safely detox so withdrawal is much more comfortable. As soon as a bed is available-"
"I don't want impatient," Fez's perplexed stare burned into the side of your face, causing you to turn and grip his hand a little tighter, "It didn't work for me last time. You know what happened as soon as I got out..."
"So outpatient?"
Turning back to the doctor, you sent him a small nod, trying to ignore that it made you brain roll around in your head, "The NA group I was a part of... I want to stay there. They have, uh... Good people."
Scribbling down a few notes, the doctor sent you a small, reassuring smile, before excusing himself.
"Outpatient seemed to work just as well as inpatient did," Fez grumbled, shaking his head in annoyance, "And detoxin'? You know they're just gonna pump you with some other shit instead."
"I can't do cold turkey again, Fezco. It felt like it was killing me. I can't and I won't do it again. If I'm going to do this, it needs to be my decision, OK?"
Fez's jaw clenched, his eyes avoiding yours, yet he still nodded, accepting you words. But he was scared and the feeling of guilt had ripped him apart.
"I should'a never given you anything that first night." Pulling his hand from your grip, he ran it over his head, fingers twitching for a joint. A cigarette. Anything.
"You know if you didn't, I'd of still ended up back here. Just a lot sooner. A lot less alive, most likely-"
"Shit, Ma. Don't joke around about that bullshit, alright?" Fez pushed himself further down into his seat, his red eyes raw from rubbing at the tears, "I thought you was dead. I thought I was too fuckin' late. You don't get to put me through that shit and then joke about it like it's funny. Like it wouldn't of fucked me up."
Remaining silent, you picked at your nails in your lap, unable to meet his eyes. He was right, of course he was. And the thought of him finding you like that broke your heart, "All I'm saying is whether your sold to me at that party or not... I would've found a way. Through Devon, through Mouse. It would've happened regardless. If anything, I'm lucky it was you, and not someone else."
Sniffing, Fez rubbed his nose with the sleeve of his sweater. He felt exhausted, like he could sleep a million years and still wake up fatigued. He was at a loss. All of his options had split, leaving him to trust the judgement of an addict to come clean. It scared him, knowing how close he was to losing you, and how easily it could happen again. It felt like everything he had done lately was wrong, like it was only hindering your sobriety.
So he had no other options left. He had to trust you.
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You were discharged a day later, your body weak and unable to walk to Fez's car without guidance.
Ash had straight up refused to visit you once he'd found out you were going to be OK, and you knew you had a whole different wrath awaiting you once you got home.
Leaning your head against the car window, the rain trickling down calming you slightly, you knew it would take a lot for you to get the boy to trust you again. Maybe this time, he wouldn't. You just hoped neither boy found out where you'd got the pills from. Which reminded you, you'd need to apologize to Faye when you got back.
Resting against Fez as he helped you into the apartment, locking the door behind him, you felt a pair of eyes on you before you'd even stepped foot into the living room.
"The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Ash, man. Not the time-"
Cutting his brother off, Ash's voice only got louder, "Not the time? When is the fuckin' time, Fez? When she's dead on the bathroom floor? When we're explainin' to the police where she got the fuckin' drugs from? When-"
"Ash," your voice was weak and weary, and if he was honest, it was the only reason he'd stopped his tirade, "I know that no apology can make this right... But I am sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."
Rolling his bloodshot eyes, hips lips twisted as he tried to keep himself together. It was still difficult to remind yourself sometimes that he was just a kid.
"But? What's your excuse? You’re an addict? You can't help it. It's in your fuckin' DNA?"
Taking a moment to watch the boy, you tried to push down your own tears, feeling like it wouldn't help in the moment and instead shrugged your shoulders, "There is no but. No excuse. I'm just really fuckin' sorry. And I know it doesn't mean much right now, but I promise, I'm gonna try. With real help this time. I will never let you see me like that again."
Despite his chin wobbling, Ash refused to let any tears fall, "Yeah, well. We'll see, won't we."
He words seemed harsh, and you couldn't deny that you deserved their bitter tone, but the slight squeeze he gave your hand before he stood and made his way toward his room made your owns tears fall.
"I'm gonna get you some water, and somethin' to change into. I'll be right back."
Faye sat, staring at you with her wide eyes on the opposite sofa, almost worried that if she'd have moved, you'd notice her, and tell Fez exactly where you'd got the Oxycontin from. She wasn't scared of Fez -- she knew he would never hurt her, he wasn't that type of guy and trust her, she knew a lot of them -- but she didn't know how he'd react. Ash, on the other hand, did scare her, despite his age. He'd already killed one person to protect someone he loved, Faye was certain he wouldn't think about doing it twice. Especially since he was only just starting to warm up to her a little.
"I'm so sorry, Faye." You mumbled, hoping neither boy would hear you. Her brows shot up for a second, before furrowing in confusion, "I should've never put you in that position. It was beyond fucked up of me."
"Oh," she sighed, still confused.
"I know I'm in no position to ask for any favors, but please, just don't tell anyone that you gave them to me. Fez doesn't need to feel any more betrayed, and you don't deserve the fallout."
"You ready?" Fez asked, walking back down the hallway and standing by your side, finally noticing the weird atmosphere between yourself and Faye, "Everything good?"
Nodding, you pulled Fez's attention from the wide-eyed girl, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she stumbled over whatever she wanted to say.
"Oh, this has been going off non-stop." Faye stood, handing you your phone from the coffee table. Unlocking it and seeing the unknown number once more, you glared at it, as if the telemarketing team would be able to feel your annoyance from there.
Faye pulled you into a gentle hug once you were stood, a small smile on her face.
"Thank you," you told her, a knowing look in your eye. Thank you for keeping my secret. 
Once Faye had nodded back in understanding, you allowed Fez to lead you into his room, the boy gently undressing and redressing you before joining you in bed.
The past few days had both somehow flown by, and slowly dragged, each second feeling like it lasted a minute too long. And if you closed your eyes tight enough, you could almost pretend everything was normal, that everything was OK. Like you'd never fallen into the wrong crowd, and met Fez by pure coincidence.
That you'd ended up here without all of the disaster you seemed to cause. Trying your best to swallow the lump in your throat that made an appearance whenever you thought about how Fez -- and Ash -- deserved so much than the cards they'd been dealt in life, and how somehow, no matter how hard you tried, you were a bad hand. No matter their number, you seemed to push their hand over 21, causing a bust every time. Allowing their lives to explode in their faces, and only being able to shrug you shoulders as you watched them cut their fingers on the broken glass as they tried their best to clean up your devastation.
That was the problem with self-destruction. Whilst crawling through the brick and mortar and dust of your own demolition, you never saw the bodies that were buried next to you, silently impacted by your downfall. 
And the longer you stayed, the harder it would be for them to crawl out, too.
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Title: Stupid
Alt Title: Watch Your Mouth
Warning; sex, p in v, agressive, dominance, grabbing, cussing, porn w a plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own you, or the euphoria franchise however I own the writing
Rating: MA
Word Count: 1309
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed as you dropped your phone on the table. “I’m always fuckin’ ridiculous. It’s always me.”
“Because it is you!” You shouted at Fez, walking behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment you, his brother and he shared. “You’re doing a fucking deal at a damn high school party!” You pinched your nose, leaning against the door frame. “Fezco, we'll go to big people's jail!”
“I can fuckin’ handle myself! I don’t need your loud ass shoutin’ at me for shit for no damn reason.” Fez returned your previous scoff, opening the fridge to grab a Budweiser. “No damn reason? No damn reason?” You asked him, voice raising the second time you asked. Fezco took a deep breath and closed the fridge, taking a swig of the beer as he leaned against the fridge.
“I’m tryna keep your ass out of jail! And you’re too damn stupid to get your head out of your ass.” You pointed at him. “Don’t call me stupid.” He said shortly, a warning. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word, you knew Fezco was aware of his risks and what he was doing. But you also were aware of the fact that if he goes to jail, everything is fucked.
“Don’t fucking act stupid.” You shot back, arms falling to your sides.
His jaw tightened as he nodded. His head leaned back as he continued to down his drink in four sips. He placed his now empty glass on the counter as he walked over to you.
His hand grabbed your jaw. Index, middle and ring on your cheek, palm covering your mouth as his pinky rested under your chin and your thumb on your other cheek. His grip was firm, but didn’t necessarily hurt.
“Watch your mouth babygirl.“ He said, beer on his breath. “I ain’t got any problems usin’ your mouth for what it’s best.” Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened.
Your breath was caught in your throat. He wasn’t covering your nose, you could breathe just fine. But this sudden dominance from Fez was unexpected.
He has been dominant in bed before, but as the longer you two date, the more vanilla he’d become. Sex was good, but ever since you two began living together rather than ‘getting it when you can’, the sexual fire seemed to just dull.
You pulled your head back from his grip, which wasn’t hard at all. “Make me.”
Fez closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a short laugh escaped his lips. “Such a damn brat.” He shook his head, looking down at you.
His fingers moved to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as you lowered to your knees by his force.
You looked up at him as he used his free hand to undo his jeans, slipping them down to the middle of his thighs, he freed his member from his black jeans. You looked at it as he gripped it in his hand, a little over seven and a half inches with a girth that still had the ability to hurt if you two go without for a while. Precum leaked from the head of Fez’s dick.
“Open that pretty little mouth babygirl.” He ordered, his fingers moving from your hair to your chin. Your mouth opened as you stuck your tongue out.
“That’s a good girl.” He whispered, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Such a good girl.” He moved his hand once more, to the top of the back of your head.
Your hand grabbed the base of his cock as your lips wrapped around his head. Your eyes closed as you bobbed your head, moving your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.
“Just like that, pretty girl.” His praises slipped from his lips as you continued to bob your head, his fingers gripping your hair, using his hand to make a makeshift hair tie. “Fuck.” He sighed.
You focused the attention on the tip of his cock, tightening your hand grip a little and pumping your hand a little more.
You sucked, your eyes looking up at him managing to catch his head back. He swallowed hard as he pulled your hair, your lips making a popping noise you let go of his cock.
“Wha-“
“Don’t fuckin’ speak.” He said, letting go of your hair as he pulled you up by your arm pits. He moved you to the counter of the kitchen.
His hands grabbed your shoulders as he turned you around, bending you over as your tummy rested on the counter.
You moved your arms to prop your self up on the counter, crossing over each other as he left go of your shoulders. You looked over your shoulders.
His hands traced your sides as he made his way down the the hem of your skirt, a tight black skirt that normally drives him crazy, and tonight wasn’t an exception.
His fingers hooked under it as he pulled it up. “You’re so damn soaked.” He noted, you knew he was talking ab the fact that your wetness seeped through your pink thong and it definitely made a print.
His index finger hooked the thong at your pussy and pulled it to the side.
“Your pussy is just crying for this dick, ain’t it baby?” He asked you, his hand gripped his cock as he rubbed it through your folds, coating the tip with your dripping juices.
“You can speak.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He asked, pushing the head into you slightly.
“Yes sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He whispered to you, lips on your ear as his hands grip your waist as his cock sinks deeper into your right cunt.
Your breath catches in your throat as you dropped your head to rest on your arms. “Shit…” you muttered, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. “You’re gonna break it, ma. Relax.” He says into your ear, his hips pressed against yours as he fills you. “You’re taking your dick so good.” He kissed your neck.
You breathed out the moan you were holding. He pulled away from your neck as he stood right, his hips pulling away from yours slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out.
He pushed back into you, then pulled away slowly once more. His hand moved to the middle of your back as he pushed down a little, forcing a little bit of an arch as his pace began to quicken, moans coming from the both of you.
“Fuck baby…” you whimpered out, picking your head up from your arms, eyes clenched closed as he began to fuck you mercilessly.
You gripped your arms as you felt him torture your g-spot. Your body jerking a little every time he pushes it.
“Right there?” He asked you. You nodded, moans becoming the only thing you can do.
“Ma, I’m not gon’ last to much longer…” He said, hips snapping against yours, the sound of your squelching pussy, his balls smacking your clit, and the moans from the both of you being the only noises to be heard.
“Fuck baby… I’m about to cum…” you moaned out. “Cum all over your cock, ma.” He ordered, and as if a band snapped, you came hard on his cock.
A loud, strangled moan-type sob escaped you as his hips slapped against yours. “That’s right, such a good girl.” He groaned, his cum painting your insides. “Fuck..” he whispered to himself as he rode out the two of your own highs.
Your breathing shook as you laid your head back down and his head rested between your shoulder blades.
He pulled out of you and fixed your thong. “Ready to shower?” He asked, picking you up over his shoulder.
You laughed a little and went limp in his arms. “Yes. Definitely.”
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