don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader
summary: you get roped in into a drug deal
warning: cursing, guns, nakedness, drug use/description
a/n: now this one i’m a bit proud of😂 lmk if you like and if you wanna tagged in any future fez content ❤️ and as usual, happy reading🦋
Fezco is like a giant teddy bear. Whenever you’re alone he hugs you, cuddles you, gives you lots of kisses and tells you endlessly how much he loves you. In front of other drug dealers or just other people, he was very protective. If he saw any weird look or heard an inappropriate comment he went ballistic to defend you. If it was Rue or Jules, he didn’t do anything. Fezco knows how much love you all have for each other and he also knows that the girls would protect you, the same you’d protect them.
You were currently in the back seat of his car, sitting next to high Rue as she rapped the song playing on the radio. Fez didn’t tell you where you were going and you’ve learned to stop asking questions. Rue snorted a line and kept rapping the words. The redhead looked at the back to see you looking out the window. She kept singing, some parts louder than others as all of you began to feel annoyed.
“Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?” Ashtray asked, looking at Fez.
“Please.” You mumbled, rubbing your temple.
“Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there for real.” Fez said calmly as he continued to drive. She turned to you and back to the front of the car.
“Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so..”
“Yeah, for sure. No, I can do that.” Rue replied, leaning back on the seat.
“I can just stay back here. It’s real comfy.” She slumped on the seat, stretching her arms to the side and bringing them over her head.
Fez drove a bit more until he stopped in front of a closed gate. The gate opened to reveal the back lot of apartment buildings. The car came to a stop in front of a girl with plump lips and a guy with a broken nose.
“Who the fuck is this bitch?” Fez mumbled, taking off his seatbelt before stepping outside.
“Yo!” The guy shouted.
“Who the fuck is this, man?” He asked, closing the car door. You kept your eyes on him the whole time.
Surprisingly, Rue stayed quiet next to you, watching everything unravel outside of the car. The girl outside waved shyly as the guy walked behind the car with Fez. Rue looked behind her and back to the floor as she began to fidget with her fingers. The girl walked towards the car and opened the backseat door, sitting next to Rue. You shifted a bit closer to the door, feeling uncomfortable. Fez came by the driver’s side door, leaning against it as he looked at you and Rue.
“Ten, twenty minutes tops, all right? Y’all just please stay in the car.” He said as Ash got ready to get out of the car. You nodded in understanding.
“No fucking funny business. Let’s go.” Fez said and nodded his head towards Ash. He opened the door and got out, following his brother inside the building which left you alone with the girls.
“Hi, I’m Faye.” The blonde slurred looking at you and Rue.
“Yo, fam, uh, Rue.” She replied, pushing her fist in front of the girl for a fist bump.
“How ‘bout you?” Faye asked, leaning forward to look at you. You turned to her and stayed quiet before turning back to the window.
“That’s Y/n.” Rue answered for you.
“How’s your New Year’s going?” She continued.
“What?” Faye muttered in confusion.
“It’s fucking New Year’s?”
“I believe so.” Rue answers, looking at you and back at Faye. You stopped listening after that. Letting junkies talk to junkies as your mind drifted to Fez. Time was going extremely slow which made you nervous, knowing perfectly well how these meetings could end up.
“Um.. I don’t think- I wouldn’t do that here.” Rue said as she tapped your thigh making you look towards the blonde to see her taking out a needle from a small box.
“Woah, what the fuck?!” You exclaimed, causing her to roll her eyes at you.
“It’s just heroin.” Faye replied calmly and placed the needle between her teeth.
“No, I, I see that. But, maybe, like, I don’t know. I just feel like it isn’t… the best place to do that.” Rue tried to get her stop as you looked out the car window to see people peeking out their apartments, looking down at the car.
“Faye, this isn’t the right place to do that.” You warned once again.
“Listen, I fucking know what you are. You’re just a fuckin’ junkie-ass bitch, and you’re probably fucking eating that ginger’s ass for fuckin’ oxys or whatever the fuck you’re into.” She told Rue, really slowly. Faye lit up her lighter, passing it under the silver spoon until the substance began to bubble.
“Yo, what the fuck are you doing? What, what the fuck?” Rue said desperately, looking around everywhere.
“Faye, stop doing that shit!” You shouted as she lifted her leg over the passenger's seat.
“Are you just putting that in there? What are you doing? Oh my god… okay.” Rue said as the blonde injected the needle in the top part of her thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” You asked completely in disbelief with what you were seeing. Rue kept talking as you covered the side of your face, not wanting to look at Faye’s privates that were slightly exposed.
Suddenly, a pair of arms went under Faye’s arms, pushing out of the car, through the car window. You looked up in fear, Rue turned to you and was about to speak but a hand came from behind you, covering your mouth. You screamed against the hand as your body was pulled through the window and onto the ground where the person grabbed your waist. There were three men, carrying you and taking you to an apartment where Faye was thrown on the floor as Rue was pushed against a wall.
You, on the other hand, were pushed towards Fez, who immediately caught you. Ash was standing next to Fez in silence and the guy from earlier was standing across from them, closer to Rue. One of the men hit the guy in the face as Fezco kept his hands on your hips, holding you close to him. You looked over Fez’s shoulder to see a lady sitting in a recliner. She turned her head towards your way and spoke.
“Brucy.” She called out as the man, who just gave you all a dumb speech, walked towards slowly. You couldn’t understand what she said but the man came back pretty quickly. He turned on the small stereo on top of the microwave and walked to the middle of the room.
“All right, check this out. All y’all, let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered, pointing at all of you.
“Come on, man. Let’s go! Get naked right fucking now.” He shouted and Ash began to take his jacket off.
“Except for you man, no one wants to see you naked.Yo, take his ass, put him in the closet.” He said stopping Ashtray from getting undressed before another man grabbed him and pushed him down the hall.
“Yo, yo,come on now, y’all. Chill.” Fez said, seeing how aggressive they were.
“Nobody, Nobody got no fuckin’ wire.”
“Prove that shit. I don’t know who the fuck you are! For real!” Bruce shouted at his face, causing the redhead to put his hand behind him to keep you there.
“Far as I’m concerned, you’re a fuckin’ cop!”
“Obviously, I’m not wearing a fucking wire. You paranoid-” Faye started but was quickly cut off by the man slamming her head back against the wall. Her boyfriend protested and got his head slammed as well before desperately taking his shirt off. Fezco followed, taking off his sweater and pushed you behind him. Faye took her top off, followed by her skirt. Your hands shook as your fingers went to the zipper of your dress, pushing it to make it pool at your ankles. You stood there behind Fez, only in your lace panties as Rue stayed frozen in place.
Bruce randomly began to dance to the rhythm of the song as he moved around the room, watching as you all undressed. He saw you hiding behind Fez which annoyed the shit out of him because he stomped towards you and pulled your arm, taking you away from the red head.
“Yo, chill! Don’t fucking touch her!” Fez shouted, walking towards Bruce but was quickly stopped by another man pointing his gun at him. Your arms immediately covered your chest as he pushed you against the kitchen counter.
“Or what?!” Bruce shouted, causing you to flinch.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch my girl!” Fezco yelled again, pointing his finger at the bald man who then looked down at you.
“You stay here and don’t fucking move.” He said with gritted teeth as he grabbed your jaw tightly. You nodded and he threw your head back before moving back to the rest.
Bruce continued to dance around the room as you stayed at your spot shaking in fear. You turned your head to Fez to catch him already staring. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rue taking off her jacket before turning frozen again. Fezco tried mouthing some words to her but she refused to take off her clothes. Bruce came up next to her, muttering something before grabbing her hair and pulling her towards the hallway.
“Yo, yo, hold on, man.” Fez started but was held back by a gun once again.
“Rue!” You shouted, moving from your spot but another guy pulled you towards his chest, pressing a gun to your forehead.
“Bruce told you stay right fucking there, slut!” He shouted in your ear as you flinched.
“Don’t you fucking call her that!” Fezco shouted, moving slightly towards you as the gun pressed harder against his jaw and the guy let go of you.
You were all moved into a line, standing next to each other in the kitchen. Fez grazed his pinkie across your thigh, attempting to calm you down. After almost a minute, Bruce came back down the hallway and then followed Rue. She was unharmed but drenched, holding a towel as her body shook in fear.
The lady from the recliner walked in and Faye’s boyfriend seemed to know her. Her name was Laurie and apparently they were there so she could meet Fez. After the guy’s dumb introduction, she asked for Mouse and that situation was…. complicated.
“You think I could, like, put my drawers on, and talk to you in the other room for a sec?” Fezco asked calmly, covering his dick with both hands.
“Okay.” Laurie replied before moving back to the living room, to look at her fish tank. Fez moved toward his clothes and put on his boxers before throwing you your dress. You quickly put it back on and turned your back to Rue so she could zip you up. You stayed next to Rue as you tried to eavesdrop on the Fezco’s conversation.
“Mouse ain’t be comin’ around no more.” Fez started.
“Why’s that?” Laurie questions with her eyes on the tank.
“ ‘Cause I didn’t like the way he did business.” He muttered and turned his head to look at you.
“Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal.”
“That’s not a kid. That’s my business partner.”
“Says the guy who brings a high school girl to a drug deal.” She said turning to face him.
“That’s my family.”
“She an addict?”
“She might fuck around but.. nah.” He replied, shaking his head
“And who’s the other girl?”
“My wife.” Fez replied almost immediately.
“Oh, you're married?”
“Nah but.. we will be someday.”
“So you trust her?” Laurie asked, looking at his eyes in search of a lie.
“With my life.” He said, turning his head back to you. They talked for a bit more as Faye and her boyfriend got dressed while another guy went to get Ash from the closet. Laurie walked out of the living room and unlocked a door as Fez walked over to you.
“You okay?” He asked and you nodded as he cupped your cheeks.
“You sure? He didn't hurt you or anythin’ right?”
“No, I’m okay. Just a bit shaken up.” You whispered and Fez leaned down, pecking your lips quickly before pulling you to his chest for a hug.
“I’m sorry, baby, you shouldn't be in this shit.” He mumbled against your head.
“No, Fezzy, it’s okay.” You began, parting from his chest.
“No, it’s not. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt and I’d never forgive myself for that.” Fezco said, looking at you with worry.
“But I’m okay. I promise I’m okay.” You answered one last time before Laurie called Fez over to a small room next to the kitchen. He pecked your forehead and moved to the small room, Ash following as Laurie opened the suitcase.
There were drugs of every type in there. Pills, weed, powder, anything you could imagine. Ash handed Fez the cash and after that you left. Rue was in front with Ashtray as you walked next to Fez with his arm around your shoulders. He walked around the car and opened the backseat door for you to get on but stopped you.
“You sure you okay?” He asked, holding your hands.
“I’m fine.” You nodded. Fez smiled and pecked your lips before letting you get into the car. He drove out of there and the car ride to the party was quiet.
The house was crowded as Fez pulled into the driveway. Rue and Ash piled out almost immediately which left you alone with Fez. You grabbed his hand to walk towards the house but he pulled you towards him. He leaned against the car and held your hips as your hands found his chest.
“You gon be my New Year’s kiss?” Fezco asked with a smirk which made you smile.
“Yeah, unless you wanna, I don't know, kiss someone else.” You shrugged, pretending like you were going to move away from him which caused to move his hands up to your waist.
“Nah, ma. You gon be my fo’ever kiss.”
“Yeah.. Ion wanna kiss anyone else.” He smirked and leaned down kissing you softly. Your hands moved to his neck, pushing his head closer to yours. Fezco swept his tongue over your bottom lip and you gave him immediate access. Your lips kept moving in sync as the space got a bit faster.
“Uuuh, get it Y/n!” A voice shouted, making you part from the kiss to see Maddy smirking as she continued to follow Jules and Kat into the party. You and Fezco chuckled as a slight blush crept on both your cheeks.
“We should, um…go inside.” You smiled. He nodded and held your hand, before walking towards the house. Little did you know that night was going to end up a bit bloody.
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Telepatía • Fezco x Reader blurb
“fezzy.” you moan out, pushing his head farther into your thighs. his tongue dipping in and out of your hole, his mustache brushing up against your clit. “oh fuck.” you cry out, your orgasm hitting hard. you try & pull away but his grip around your thick thighs is too strong.
“don’t fucking run.” he mumbles into your pussy. you feel like it’s all beginning to be to much. “i’ll tell you when i feel like you’ve have enough.” fez says, it’s like telepathy. “this is my fucking pussy, y/n. it ain’t yours, it’s mine. everything about you is mine. this pretty pussy, those pretty moans, this whole body & being is mine.” he rambles but never taking his mouth away from the pussy he claimed.
“it’s all yours.” you throw your head back, feeling the ecstasy.
My Boys- Part 2
Pairing: Fezco x reader; Ashtray (platonic) x reader
Summary: A few months has gone by since the night that Ash accidentally called the reader 'mom' while sound asleep. Fez and the reader haven't forgotten it but when Mother's Day comes around, Ash makes it known that it wasn't an accident.
Song: "King of Everything" by Dominic Fike
Warnings: Ashtray having mommy/abandonment issues. It's cute to me lol.
A/n: This idea was influenced by a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera and their genius mind. Also part 2 for the original part was highly requested so. Here you go!
It had been a few months since the night that Ash accidentally called me mom. I talked about at least once a week with Fez or my mom, thinking about it multiple times a day. Whenever I would see the boy, I'd think about it. It was by far the sweetest thing that's ever happened to me, mine and the boys relationship now stronger than what it was before.
Fezco noticed that I was even softer around the young boy now, going out of my way to make sure he knew that I would always take care of him. I would've never known that he saw me as a mother figure, it just never clicked in my head until Fez and I talked about it a bit more. I was truly all that boy knew for the longest time. He didn't have a very clear memory of his grandma, only having stories of her and his birth mom. But I was there for every booboo, every drug deal, every nightmare, breakfast through dinner. I had raised him along side of Fez and it didn't occur to me until that night.
Ash wasn't the most soft, his tough exterior virtually never down, but I wanted him to know that it was okay if he didn't always want to be like that. That if he just wanted to be a kid, have normal teenager emotions, he was allowed to. I don't think anyone ever validated him like that and I don't think Fez realized how important it was that I said that until he saw his brothers frame relax at the words.
I don't think that Ash knew that he called me mom that night but he could tell that something was different. He had asked me multiple times what was going on, why I was babying him all of a sudden more so than I did before. I would just brush him off with some half-assed excuse about caring about him.
Looking between Fez and Ash at the kitchen table, I notice that there's stacks of money being counted between them. They were working hard today with their business, the deals for the week finally done and now it was time to see how much they brought in. A blunt rests between Fez's lips, his eyes flickering over to me as I watch him with a smile. He gives me a gentle nod, motioning for me to come over to him as I obey. My feet pad across the room as Ash continues to count, his attention on his success.
"Hi baby." Fez whispers, my frame lowering to sit on his lap as he wraps an arm around my waist. "We did good this week." He grins, my eyes scanning over the table as Ash sighs, placing the money down in front of him and scribbling out a number on his notepad.
"Good is an understatement, man." The boy chuckles, rubbing a hand over the top of his head as he grins proudly. "We did fucking killer." I smile proudly at the boy, reaching my hand out to give him a high five. He responds with one in return, a blush on his cheeks as he sits up.
"What're you up to today, boys?" I ask, my mind thinking about my plans with my mother tonight for Mothers Day. Fez just shrugs, his gaze flickering from me to Ash who sighs.
"Isn't it Mother's Day or some shit?" Fez asks, my head bobbing in a nod as Ash clears his throat, shifting anxiously in his seat.
"Yeah, I'm going out with my mom tonight for a bit. I won't be gone long." I smile, my hand gently rubbing Fez's chest as he nods, his freckled cheeks covered in a soft blush.
"Aye, Y/n?" Ash speaks up tentatively, my head tilting to look at the boy who reaches into his pocket. "I don't know how to say this in a way that ain't lame but..." He trails off, pulling out a small package from his pocket, placing it down in front of me. His cheeks are flushed as he ignores his brothers prying gaze, a smile stretching across my lips. "It's Mother's Day and I ain't really got one. But I got you, so." He bites his lip nervously as I giggle, abandoning Fez's lap to make my way to the other side of the table. He stands up, knowing exactly what I want as he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him tightly to me as he lets out a sigh of relief, my eyes connecting with Fez's as he smiles proudly, his arms folded in front of his chest.
"You're a sweetheart, Ash." I whisper, my hand rubbing up and down the nervous kids back as he huffs. "I'm proud of you. I'm happy that I get to take care of you and be here for you." He pulls back with a sniffle, avoiding both of our gazes as he wipes his eyes.
"Man, are you cryin?" Fez taunts as I send him a look, telling him silently to shut up.
"Shut the fuck up, dickhead." Ash stutters out as he spins around on his heels, stomping down the hallway and into his room. I reach out, slapping Fez across the chest as he holds his hand up in surrender sheepishly.
"Stop making fun of him! It's sweet." I pout, my eyes flickering back to the present as I plop down in the seat across form my man. My fingers work at the poorly wrapped box, my heart pounding as I lift the lid off the top.
Inside lays a perfect, dainty necklace. My eyes immediately tear up at the sight, two loops tightly linked together, one hoop smaller and one loop larger. Oh my god it's like him and I. He's so goddamn cute for this. Showing Fez, the man lets out a small, proud laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
"He's your kid, through and through."
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temptation & retribution
࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez had to work, and you had to tease him while doing so. and when you tempt fez… retribution ensues.
࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: slight mention of alcohol & drug consumption, cursing, pda, grinding, dirty talk, thigh riding, manhandling, fez being horny & mad ig
࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 3.5K
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"No, sorry." Fez's voice was soft, yet firm. He didn't want the rejection to sting, but he didn't want to encourage you either.
"Please, just 5 more minutes." you said, holding on to him, trying to keep your boyfriend in bed.
"Sorry baby, can't," he denied, trying to break free from your hold as you peppered kisses down his neck, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. "Gotta go, I've got lotta clients tonite."
"I know..." you trailed off, the tips of your fingers caressing his skin as your lips pressed soft kisses down his neck. "But five minutes won't make a difference, will they?"
"If we do this, it ain't gonna be ‘just five minutes’," he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the blood rushing down to his dick. "and I really gotta go to this thing ma, gotta earn my money and shit."
"Fine," you agreed in a half-defeated tone, leaning back on the bed, removing your body from on top of his. "Go."
Fez hurried to get out of bed, if he spent any more time with you, hearing your voice and touching your skin, he'd stay. And as much as he wanted to, he really needed the money.
"Look," he spoke, putting on his clothes as you stared at him from between the sheets. "Imma come back in a few hours, and promise Imma spend the rest of the nite between yo' legs. Doin' whateva you want me to."
That was a fine proposal, you couldn't lie. The idea of Fez spending hours between your legs sounded promising, even more so as he knows what he's doing.
"Fine..." you said, folding your arms in front of your chest to pretend you were still mad, but Fez wasn't blind, he saw how flustered you'd gotten.
Once he got dressed, he picked up his phone and other stuff, before leaving the room, he walked back to the bed.
"Imma be back later," he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, lingering closer there. "Don't get dressed, want ya' naked when I get back."
You huffed in amusement, Fezco smiled softly and quickly got out of your shared bedroom. Once he was gone, you threw your head back in the pillow and groaned.
He always said you were the tease. But what about him? The cheesy mf knew exactly what to say to get you wet way before touching you.
You did intend to wait for him to get back, but the hours felt like whole days. You were growing bored by yourself, the idea of going out was getting dangerously tempting.
After a quick shower, you had been torn between getting dressed up or not wearing anything at all like Fez asked.
Before you chose anything, your phone vibrated on the night stand. You hurried to grab it, hoping it would be Fez to let you know he was on his way back, but it wasn't him.
madz: bitch where r u?
You raised an eyebrow to yourself before replying to her, wondering what she could want. You two were friends, so it wasn't weird of her to text you, but the hour was.
you: fez's, why?
madz: there's a full on party why r u at ur bfs
What were you supposed to say to that?
madz: *sent location*
madz: come here 2 have some fun
You were already writing a text to excuse yourself from going, but since Maddy knew you well, she added another text.
madz: if u say no u r a pussy
you: i'll be there soon
madz: k bitch
A rush of excitement washed over you, and in no time, you were wearing a tight red silk dress, finishing up your makeup and thinking about the heels you'd be wearing.
You were supposed to wait for Fez, yes, but he was at that party, you two could just meet there. He wouldn't be able to get between your legs there, but it would be nice to spend some time together.
An uber later, you were finally at the party. The music could be heard from far away, and it was at its peak. People inside the house seemed like they were having a good time, and it encouraged you to go inside.
You saw Maddy and Cassie dancing in the middle of the crowd, Jules and Kat were doing shots by the side and the rest... you had no clue, but they were there, of that you were sure.
After greeting some people, downing some shots and doing small talk, you began your search for your boyfriend. Although it probably wasn't a 'search' at all, since you knew exactly where he'd be.
There he was. Sitting down on a couch on the edge of the dance floor, with a blunt in his hand, smoke leaving his mouth and an empty stare.
He seemed to be high as a kite, as usual, but he also looked bored as hell, sitting alone on the couch, waiting for someone to buy something.
He had no idea you were there, you could surprise him, convince him that having fun with you at parties isn't a crime.
He had a perfect view of the dance floor, but didn't seem interested in it at all. Maybe, if he saw you dancing amidst the crowd tho...
With a plan in mind, you approached Maddy, who danced with a stranger as Cassie talked with McKay on the side.
"Finally!" Maddy cheered, moving her hips at the rhythm of the music. "I thought you'd gone to get dick from your ginger or something."
"That's the plan." you admitted with a mischievous smile as you swayed your hips at the beat of the song.
She laughed and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you close to her so you two could dance, leaving the boy she'd been dancing with on the side.
At first, Fez thought he was higher than normal. That he must be hallucinating you in the crowd or something, remorse for leaving you back on his bed.
He was almost sure you weren't real. There was no way someone could look so fine and not be a piece of a fantasy. The way your hips moved, your soft skin, your smile, your legs... there was no way you were real.
But then, you locked eyes and sent a wink his way. That's when Fez knew you were real.
Fez sat straighter on the couch, wetting his lips as his blue eyes trailed over your body from head to toe, and back again to your face, holding eye contact to make it clear that you had his attention.
Every single one of your movements was with the purpose of teasing him, the way you moved your hips, bit your lip and threw your head back were enough to send Fez's mind to the gutter.
"Hey man, can I get..." He heard the customer, but couldn't care less. Why now and not earlier? "Man? Hey."
Fezco removed his attention from you and placed it in his drink client, who could barely speak.
When you noticed Fezco was distracted, you felt a little discouraged. You were showing him your best dance moves and it still hadn't been enough to make him stand up and walk to you.
You weren't exactly proud of the tactic you were about to follow, but truth is, you were horny as fuck and needed Fez. And you knew for a fact that this would get a reaction out of him.
Still dancing with Maddy, you turned your back to Fezco and shrugged, a little down. Her brows furrowed in confusion, but then she looked over your shoulder to where Fez sat, talking with a dude, and quickly caught up.
In no time, Maddy pulled the boy in, so you three were dancing. Although the boy kept getting closer and closer to you, placing a hand on your lower back, sliding it to your waist, you removed it from your body and took a step back.
After some seconds, you turned your back to them, locking eyes with Fezco.
Now you've done it.
That's the first thing that crossed your mind as soon as you saw his expression. Furrowed brows, locked jaw, tense shoulders, and his eyes burning holes in your skin.
The boy pulled you closer to him and Maddy, getting in between you two, his hands getting dangerously close to the edge of your dress, and even though you tried to sneak away, his hold was firm.
That was Fezco's last straw.
You saw your boyfriend stand up from the couch, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. His eyes were fixed on you as he made his way through the dancing crowd to where you stood.
Slowly, you inched away from Maddy and the boy, pushing his hand away from you for the last time.
Once Fezco was in front of you, you looked up at him and gifted him the most innocent smile you could give.
Fezco didn't verbally reply, he just clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Fez placed a hand on your hip and quickly spun you around, pressing his chest against your back, all while you kept moving your hips to the beat.
His strong hold had your knees weak in wanting, but now that you had him, you wanted to enjoy it a little longer, it's not often when Fez decides to join you in the dance floor.
You threw your arms up in the air, completely getting lost in the music and letting your hips move freely, and yes, against Fez's body too.
Thinking 'fuck it', Fez placed his other hand on your hip and pulled you even closer to him, so his dick would be pressed against your ass as you danced.
And just like that, what seemed to be just a dance, turned into a teasing game.
You were grinding on him, and Fez was shamelessly grinding on you too, making sure you felt how hard he was from all this little game you had going on.
Lost in the music, you threw your head back, placing it on Fez's chest/shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.
You couldn't see it, but Fez was smirking. You'd just placed yourself in a silver plate for him to do his bidding— and you didn't even know it.
As soon as you felt Fez's lips on your neck, you opened your eyes, your hips stopped moving for a few seconds too.
Knowing what he was up to, you didn't let him know how turned on that got you, instead you just kept grinding on him, feeling him leaving a trail of kisses from where your shoulder met your neck and up to your jaw.
No shame at all.
Fezco and you had never been the type of couple to show PDA, it was mostly small kisses, or you sitting on his lap if you were feeling bold.
Which explains why when your eyes found Maddy's, she looked genuinely shocked at the scene. You simply shrugged slightly, placing your hand on the back of Fezco's head as Maddy gave you a thumbs up and mouthed 'catch that dick!'
It didn't take long for him to notice you were distracted, and for sure, he wanted all your attention back to him.
He knew your weak spots like the back of his hand. So he quickly pressed his lips against the sweet spot on your neck and sucked, bit slightly and then ran his tongue over it, making sure to leave a hickey.
That made you gasp and almost moan, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, his hand sliding down your body, caressing your leg and toying with the hem of your dress; his other hand pushed your hips back, as he moved his to the front.
"You wanted my attention," he said directly in your ear. "Can you keep up with it, ma?"
You felt a tug on your lower stomach, basically, your pussy in distress cause of how badly you needed Fez.
You turned around to face your boyfriend, your lips crashing with his immediately, both of his hands were back on your hips, your arms around his neck.
You didn't know you had that in you, the ability to drive Fez crazy like that. From that kiss, things had gotten more heated, Fez proposed going to the bathroom for some relief; but you denied, only to start grinding on him again.
When he was sure that he was going to explode, Fezco asked/ordered you to go home with him, and you said yes, knowing that you two would probably fuck to sleep once you made it back to his place.
But oh boy... no one said it would be easy.
On the drive back home, you attempted to sneak a hand in his pants, but he moved your hand away rather harshly. He wasn't even looking at you, which meant he was mad. Really mad.
His hand was still on your thigh, though. It moved high enough to make you squirm, but Fez always moved it away just when it seemed like he would just give in.
Once back at home, he still didn't talk. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and lit a blunt, acting like you weren't even there.
It was all part of his little game, you knew, and you fully intended to play along; Ashtray wasn't home, so you didn't have to worry about the noise.
You walked to the bed and sat next to him, staring at the wall, letting the silence settle down.
You'd been almost shy, inching closer to him. He didn't move away, so it was a good sign. Slowly, you started kissing his neck, taking your time.
A groan wanted to escape his lips, but he was too stubborn to let it out. Instead he played it off by placing one hand on the mattress.
Your lips were restless as you moved closer, kissing along his neck, up his jaw and straight to his lips. Fezco immediately kissed you back, removing the hand from the mattress and placing it on your hip, holding the blunt with the other.
He bit your lower lip, making you open your mouth enough so he could slip his tongue in, his hand lowering to your ass, while you held onto his shoulder as your other hand slipped under his shirt.
Blindly, he put the blunt on the ashtray placed in his night table, hurrying to put both hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him, swallowing down your moan.
Still kissing him like your life depended on it, you found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, Fez complied by taking his shirt off, his lips going back to yours immediately.
Sneakily, he began to slide his hand between your bodies, his fingers rubbing your clit just enough to make you squirm on top of him.
Hoping this would be it, you quickly stood up, Fezco sneaked his hands under your dress and pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them across the room, letting his hands slide up your legs, pushing your dress up.
You felt almost vulnerable under his hot stare, his blue eyes were nearly black with lust, and his jaw was so clenched you thought his teeth would crack.
Leaning down, your hands moved to his jeans, and you were trying to pop the button open when he moved your hands away. You tried again and he moved your hands away again.
You raised an eyebrow, not understanding the game. His hands were still roaming over your legs, softly though. His eyes were dark with lust and his dick was clearly hard. What was he playing at?
Fez pulled you down so you straddled his clothed thigh, letting you know what he wanted you to do. "Go on."
Knowing it could lead to an endless amount of teasing, you stood up and raised an eyebrow at him, testing him.
"You wanted to play dirty back there? Teasin me and shit?" he questions, pulling you back down on his thigh. "I know how to play too, mamas."
"Fez," you said softly. "Please..."
"Please what? Get off on my thigh, since you so good at grindin' and shit."
The way he spoke had you weak as hell, biting your lip and all, he gave you a small smirk, as a way to let you know he wasn't that mad, just wanted to fuck with you, in every sense.
You began to move your hips against his thigh slowly, mostly doing a show for him. Fezco picked up his blunt from the ashtray and took a drag from it, his blue eyes trailing over your body.
It was obvious that you were just playing around; Fez didn't like that. He tensed his thigh and began bouncing his leg up and down, getting a couple of moans out of you immediately.
"Go on," he encouraged you, using the hand on your hip to guide you. "I ain't gonna do nothing else to you ‘till you cum on my thigh."
"Actin like a brat and shi'? You get treated like a brat."
He was gonna be the death of you.
Now you really started riding his thigh in search for your own pleasure, and to Fez, that was the real show. He relaxed and leaned back, still using his hand on your hip to guide your movements, but mainly focusing on your pussy grinding against his thigh, and the way your tits bounced on the confines of your dress.
With how turned on you were, it didn't take long. You placed a hand on his shoulder for support and moved your hips until you finally reached your orgasm, Fez helping by bouncing his leg.
Time seemed to stop as you came down from your high, Fez being nice enough to let you get back to normal.
He put out his blunt on the ashtray, both of his hands on your hips now, his eyes trailing over your face and body.
"You did so good," he praised you, his voice low. "so good..."
Out of nowhere, he wrapped an arm around you and turned you both around, pushing you down to the bed as he towered over you.
And that's when he lost all his composure, pretending to be mad at you and restraining himself from touching you wasn't working for him any more.
The kiss was intense, heated, and lustful. He nearly ripped the dress away from your body, desperate to feel your skin against his. You felt like you were melting into the kiss, barely knowing what to do with yourself other than kissing him back.
His lips moved down to your neck, your clavicle, the valley of your breasts, and even lower, all over your belly, the top of your thighs, your inner thighs, kissing his way up desperately.
And as much as you loved when he went down on you, you needed him inside you now.
"Fez, I need you now, please." you begged, your hand softly pressed against his back.
That was all he needed. Fez took off his jeans and boxers at once, getting on top of you quickly, kissing the hell out of you again, entering you with a single thrust.
"Oh fuck..." you moaned, clenching at the feeling of Fez filling you up so perfectly.
"You so tight," he mumbled in your ear as he started to thrust deep and slow. "you feel so good, baby."
You couldn't even speak, he was just moving so fucking good that only moans and whimpers left your lips. He placed his hand on the leg you had wrapped around his waist, moving it higher so he could lean in more; getting a new angle.
“Fuck, fuck…” your hand trailed down his back, you were probably scratching his back, but he didn’t mind. He never did. “Just like that, Fez.”
He stopped after a couple thrusts more. You moved away to try and look at his face, but he didn’t even let you, as soon as you moved back, he pulled out, and used the grip he had on your hips to turn you around.
The strength that man has is underrated.
He thrust back in and in no time, found a rhythm good enough to have you moaning his name like a prayer. He hit the spot with every thrust, with a hand on your hip, the other one he used to wrap it around your neck and press your back against his chest.
“I’m gonna cu—“
“Nah you ain’t, hold it.” he said firmly, making his pace faster.
He could be such a teasing bastard sometimes.
He kept up the relentless pace for a while, his hand sliding down between your legs, rubbing on your clit. He was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, and yet, he said you couldn’t cum yet, not until he said so.
Fez really isn’t half as innocent as he looks.
“Cum.” he all but ordered with a hoarse voice. “Go on, princess.”
As if your release had been literally waiting for confirmation, it washed over you like a wave of pleasure, making your legs shake and all your senses to just… not work. He fucked you dumb. Literally. Fezco’s release followed shortly, accompanied by a hoarse groan of his.
You fell to the bed, utterly spent, and Fezco carefully pulled out and laid next to you, tiredly admiring you.
“Didn’t know you had that in you.” you said with an amused smile.
“Me neither,” he chuckled, brushing some strands of hair away from your face. “Got what you wanted?”
“Good, I want my girl happy,” he said with a lazy smile. “Even if she acts like a fuckin’ brat.”
Jokes aside, you knew he meant that. All these little games where part of your relationship, and at the end of the day, Fezco loved you as much as you loved him.
Although, you made a mental note to tease him more often, especially if it lead to nights like this one.
Keep It Quiet
A/N: so it was only a matter of time before I indulged myself and made a smutty imagine for Fez so here's that. this is just porn tbh because this man does things to me. hope ya'll enjoy
warnings || 18+ smut, minors DNI, oral (f), fingering (f), dirty talk, praise kink, gagging (with panties and fingers), unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
"Fez please," you mewled. Your hand at the back of his head as you lightly scratched his scalp. He kisses down your chest, the rough pads of his fingers were a stark contrast to your delicate tits as he squeezed them. Fezco loved how soft you were. Always so warm whenever he held you. You were driving him crazy the whole day. Walking around in your little sundress, the back of your exposed thighs made him go feral, the overwhelming want to have you sit on his face becoming too much. He could go down on you for hours, but right now, he needed you to be quiet. "Don't be too loud, baby," he whispered to your stomach, before kissing either side of your hips. You squirmed at that.
You knew you couldn't make much noise with Ash just in the other room, but Fezco's mouth wasn't where you needed him. You felt his fingers pull at the waistband of your panties before snapping it back in place, teasing you. You moaned. God, he was being a smug asshole right now, smiling as he watches you clench your thighs to relieve some of the pressure. "You real wet down there, baby?" He peers up at you through his lashes, his eyes darker than they usually are.
After a second you nod, your eyes closing as you feel him drag your panties down your legs. You bend your knees to help him strip you completely. He tossed the drench material somewhere else in the bed before placing his strong hands on each of your knees, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy to him. Fuck, he really has no fucking clue what he did to deserve you. However hard life was to him, you being in it made it all worth everything.
You try to force your legs shut again with the heat of Fezco's stare making you suddenly feel all shy and shit. "It's okay baby. Just wanna get a look at ya," you let him part your legs again, exposing your cunt to the cold air of the room. Fez brings his thumb to part your folds, spreading your lips which made you whine at the contact. "Fez please, no more teasing." He only smirked at that, enjoying the view of you sprawled naked on his bed. He's a bastard for making you beg.
You felt him pull away to stand. You watch him undress at the foot of the bed, leaving only his chain. One of his hands is wrapped around his cock, his tip red and leaking. You watch him pump his throbbing length before getting back on the bed and settling once again between your wide-spread legs. “Oh fuck,” Fez breathes, his face coming close to your glistening folds. “Look how fucking wet you are for me,” he rasps, the gentleness of his tone only causing you to bite your lip. A moan gets caught in your throat as he buries his face in your heat. You let out a small 'fuck' as you try your best not to close around his head. His long licks have you arching your back off the bed.
Fez watches you while he laps up your slick, dipping his tongue into you. It wasn't until he wrapped his lips around your little clit and started sucking that you let out a small scream, prompting you to cover your mouth with your hand. "Can't fucking keep quiet, can ya?" Fez takes his hot mouth off your pussy, replacing it with a thick finger. With his other hand, he grabbed your panties from the corner of the bed. He meets your face to kiss you. You taste yourself off of him, and you moan. When Fez pulls away, he stuffs your panties in your mouth. He smirks at you before going back between your legs.
Fez flattens his tongue over your cunt. You squeal through your gag as he continues slurping up your juices. You feel a familiar pressure spread in your belly, and by now Fez has his facial hair soaked. "Cum on my face, Y/N. C'mon." He starts fingering you, curling his digits to hit that patch within you. You let out a muffled scream as you squirt out against his awaiting mouth. You hear Fez groan before licking you clean, raising his head to watch your chest breathe in and out deep.
He meets your face again to take your panties out of your mouth. "You did so good," he mumbles as he kisses you. Fez then moves to kneel on the bed, grabbing your shaking legs in each hand and shoving them back to bend your knees. He runs his cock up and down your slit, watching your eyes roll back. Fez lines himself up with you before sinking in. You gasp at the stretch. His cock stretching you good. He hooks his arms under your legs to open you up even more to him before pounding into you. He thrusts into you, his tip going so far that your mind goes blank and you go dumb on his cock.
"Look at you," Fez groaned. "So fucking pretty under me." You whimpered at that, unable to do anything but moan his name. A particularly deep thrust of his had you crying out, making him stuff his fingers in your mouth. The way you were clenching around his cock told him you were close. He took his fingers out of your mouth to rub them harshly on your clit. You caught your mouth in your hand before you let out a scream. He was fucking you so good you swear you might pass out.
Your release hits suddenly, and Fez fucks you through it, before following soon after. He came with a groan, chest vibrating as his cum pours into you. Fez thrusts a few more times causing you to mewl because you're so sensitive, pussy tingling. He pulls out with a groan, watching his cum leak out of you. You don’t know how long he stares between your thighs as you try to catch your breath. You meet his gaze a few minutes later and give him a tired smile. Fez returns it, crawling over to kiss you again.
"Lemme get something to clean you up," you watch him put his boxers on before heading to the bathroom. Fez returned a moment later with a cloth, using it to wipe between your thighs. You gasped as he brushed over your sensitive clit. “My bad, baby," he apologized. You only hummed in response as you felt your eyes get heavy with sleep. You felt yourself drifting off as Fez pulls you to his chest, his heart thumping beneath your head. "Get some rest, Y/N," Fez mumbled before kissing your head.
SHE'S A GOOD GIRL
Summary: They say opposites attract, and it's true, because Fezco can't help but be completely in love with Y/N, his good girl.
! | smut, vaginal and unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, kinda ooc fezco cause i don't know how to write him, yn being the typical good girl and all that shit. NO SPOILERS OF SEASON 2.
Even though Rue could be a pain in the ass at times, Fezco couldn't help but be completely grateful to her for one thing.
She had introduced him to Y/N.
She was Rue's cousin, and she had moved to town, and today, five months later, she was in his bed, curled up in her stupidly childish pajamas while watching an episode of some bad TV series.
He was sitting beside her, finishing counting the bills he had received in his last deal, turning from time to time to check on her.
He finally finishes doing the math and puts the bundles of bills in a bag under the bed, and throws himself against his pillow, sighing and with his eyes closed allowing himself a moment of peace and calm.
Y/N looks at him and turns off the TV to have all her attention on him. He's so cute, with his freckled cheeks and long eyelashes resting on that soft skin, he doesn't look like a fucking drug dealer.
She takes the audacity to crawl over to him and climb into his lap, eliciting a smile from her boyfriend, who caresses her hips with his calloused hands.
"I missed you." She tells him, moving closer to his face to leave kisses on his cheeks. "Took you long enough to count those bills."
"Sorry, ma." He replies, opening his eyes and looking up at the girl above him, thinking about what he had done to deserve her. "Yo, I'm all yours now."
Y/N seems to like the idea, and she would've started a back-and-forth with her hips to heat things up, but she's embarrassed.
Before Fezco, she knew nothing, had done nothing, with anyone. And he took the time to teach her and show her that she didn't have to be ashamed to talk about things as natural as sex and what she enjoyed, but still, traces of the old Y/N are still lost within her being.
Fez notices the change of attitude in her, and with his hands on her hips, he moves them back and forth, stimulating them both.
"I got you, baby." He tells her, and lifts off his back to sit up so he can have her face to face.
She smiles with closed lips, and moves in to kiss him, she gives her all in that kiss, and although she's not perfect yet, her boyfriend helps her in every way he can. She can't help but moan at the taste of weed and mint in his mouth, it was addictive.
There comes a moment when Fezco doesn't need to move his hips, and she can go on alone, moaning from the friction of the fabrics and the growing bulge against her clit.
"Fez—" She gasps as she feels his mouth on her neck, biting her soft spot and making her shudder thanks to his beard. "Please."
"Please what, mama?" he replies, squeezing her ass between his hands and bracing her more against his hard cock already. "Tell me and you'll have it."
He wants to give her everything, he's completely wrapped up in this girl and would give up everything for her.
Y/N remains silent, her cheeks flushed, and Fezco feels a spur in his lower half at the sight of her eyes drowning in complete innocence and embarrassment.
"C'mon, you can do it." He encourages her.
She looks up at him with a little pout, and with a sweet voice says.
"I want you to fuck me, please."
And he, looking at the contrast between the two of them, seeing how she looked like a princess out of a fairy tale, and he the villain or a simple nobody, can't say no to her.
He nods his head, and slams his mouth against hers, making her gasp in surprise allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth, brushing it against hers.
He takes her by the waist and turns them around, leaving her under him, and still kissing her, he slides a hand down her body, until he reaches her pajama shorts where he slips his hand and feels the heat emanating from that sacred area for him.
He swears that until he met Y/N, he was a fucking virgin.
"Ah, Fez." She moans, feeling her boyfriend's fingers caress her clit above the fabric to then slip his full hand inside her panties, feeling the warm area.
He runs his index finger up and down the length of her cunt, pooling her wetness which he then draws into his mouth and licks. "Fuck."
He continues to stimulate her until she's completely ready to have him inside her, and pulls away from her so they can both take off what clothes they have on.
Y/N quickly wraps her arms around his neck, stroking his shaved head making him smile. "I love you."
His girl, she was so sweet. "I love you more, baby."
He leaves kisses all over her body, neck, breasts, belly, until he comes back up to be face to face with her, and begins to thrust his cock inside her.
Fezco is delighted at the sight in front of him, watching his angel of a girlfriend arch her back, close her eyes and open her mouth in a full 'O' as she feels him fill her up perfectly.
When he's all the way in, he waits until she tells him he can move, and begins slow but deep thrusts that take Y/N's breath away.
"Fez, baby." She moans as he begins to quicken the speed of his hips. "God."
He continues to leave kisses on her face and neck, and grunts as he feels her walls squeeze and suck him exquisitely, as if he was meant to be there.
He's getting faster and faster, so fast that if it weren't for the fact that the bed was somewhat separated from the wall, it would start crashing into it.
He's thankful Ash wasn't home, because the moans coming out of Y/N's mouth aren't half as sacred as she is.
He senses that he's close to cum, so he slides one of his hands down to her clit, and begins to stroke it rapidly.
"Cum with me." He tells her, watching her fucked face, knowing he's the only one who ever saw and will see her like this.
She nods and clings to him, desperate to feel that relief, and when Fezco lets out a grunt and cums inside her, she can't help but be behind him.
He smiles as he watches her face contract from her orgasm, and continues to leave little kisses on her face, knowing that now, in this moment, he's not the tough guy he usually is.
He slowly pulls out of her, and begins to wipe her with the damp towel she had used earlier when she bathed, making her moan from the overstimulation.
"I know, I know." He says, tossing the towel across the room. "You did so good, ma' best girl."
Y/N snuggles her head into his chest, fiddling with his chain and smiling as she feels him try to snuggle as much as possible to her as well.
Fezco strokes her hair, smiling with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, thinking that it wasn't possible that someone miserable like him, could have someone as good as her. But it was, and he knew they were perfect for each other.
This really was heaven, and he had managed to get in before they closed the door.
rue: go away fez in taking the biggest shit right now
fez: you like want some pepto bismol
My bae in prison rn he kill ppl 🤦🏽♀️🥰😂👎🏽
Y’all omfgggggg 😭😭😭😭
summary: Some scary dudes unexpectedly show up at Fez’s place in the middle of the night.
word count: ~1.5k
tw: threats of violence
pairing: Fezco x reader
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
You and Fezco are sleeping in bed when you’re both woken up by somebody knocking on the front door. It’s loud and aggressive. Whoever it is, it can’t be good…
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
“What the fuck?” Fez grumbles.
“Is it the cops again?” you groggily ask, rubbing your eyes open.
The police raided Fez’s home a few nights earlier. You, Fez and Ash had to flush everything down the toilet. Fez believes that Nate Jacobs was the one to tip them off and plans on dealing with him soon enough.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
Fez uses the remote to turn on the TV, which is connected to the security cameras outside his home. His body tenses up when he sees who’s at the door. It’s Mouse and his lackey Custer.
Fez abruptly springs to his feet and grabs a handgun out of the drawer of his bedside table. He checks to make sure it's loaded. Your eyes widen.
“Fez, what’s going on?” you sit up in bed.
“Mouse is here. I gotta handle this. Just don’t leave my room,” he tells you.
“Baby, I’m not fuckin playin’ with you right now. Stay right there and don’t make a sound,” Fez orders.
There’s a quiet urgency and seriousness in his voice. He sounds anxious, almost panicked. Your boyfriend is usually so calm and laid back. You’ve never seen him like this before.
“Okay,” you breathe.
Without another word, Fez leaves the room and slams the door shut. He goes to the living room and quickly hides his handgun in between the cushions of the couch. Ash waits by the door.
“Aiight, let ‘em in,” Fez nods to his brother.
Ash opens the door. Mouse and Custer walk in. Ash remains by the stairs, keeping an eye on things from the background. Custer stays in the back, near Ash, while Mouse joins Fez in the living room.
“The fuck you doin’ here man? It’s the middle of the night,” Fez sighs.
“I heard you got raided,” Mouse shrugs.
“But they ain’t find nothin’ though. Ain’t got shit on me,” Fez brushes him off.
“Let’s hope not…”
Mouse quickly scans the room.
“Anyone else here?” he asks.
“Nah man,” Fez shakes his head, “Just me and Ash.”
Mouse nods to Custer.
“Search the place.”
Fez’s stomach drops.
“Yo! Yo, hold on man,” Fez anxiously inches forward.
Mouse suddenly puts a gun to Fez’s jaw, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?”
“Fuck,” Fez mumbles under his breath.
You’re sitting on Fez’s bed hugging a pillow when you hear footsteps approaching outside the door. You instinctively know that it’s not your boyfriend.
“Shit,” you curse to yourself.
You look around the room, trying to find a place to hide. The closet is full of Fez’s clothes, you couldn’t get in there if you tried. Under the bed might be a tight squeeze but it's your best bet. You stand up and are about to get under the bed when the door suddenly opens.
You gasp as a strange man barges into the room. Before you have the chance to scream, the man covers your mouth with his hand and grabs you by the waist. He drags you out of Fez’s bedroom and down the hall to the living room.
“C’mon now y’all, chill!” Fez attempts to de-escalate the situation.
You struggle in the man’s arms and scratch his face. In retaliation, he slams you against the wall and puts a gun to your head.
“Ahh,” you wince in pain.
You see your boyfriend across the room. His eyes widen. He’s trying to keep a cool exterior but you can tell he’s shook on the inside. Standing next to Fez is a dude with a couple of face tattoos. You’ve never met him but you’re guessing that’s Mouse. He has a gun on your boyfriend’s chin.
“Thought you said no one else was here. Who the fuck is this bitch?” Mouse angrily questions Fez. He moves his gun away from Fez and points it towards you.
“Yo chill! That’s my girl. She ain’t involved in my business,” Fez explains.
Mouse looks you up and down, smirking to himself. The only thing you have on is a pair of underwear and one of Fez’s t-shirts. You feel totally exposed right now and wish that you were wearing more clothes.
Mouse walks away from Fez and approaches you. Custer pushes you towards his partner. Fez impulsively takes a step forward before Custer turns his gun on him. Fez puts his hands up in defense.
“Just let her go back to bed, man. She’s got nothing to do with this shit,” Fez tries.
Mouse ignores Fez and puts his hand out, “Well hello there. What’s your name?”
“I…I…” you nervously look at your boyfriend, unsure what to do.
“Don’t look at him, look at me. What’s your name?” Mouse raises his voice when he repeats the question.
Fez gives you a reassuring nod. It’ll be alright, baby. Just be chill. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down.
“I’m Y/N,” you quietly answer.
You reluctantly put your hand out to shake his.
“Nice to meet you, Miss,” Mouse takes your hand and kisses it.
You try to pull away but he keeps a hold of your hand.
“How ‘bout you sit with me for a bit?”
Mouse snakes his arm around you and leads you over to the couch. While this is happening, Fez briefly meets Ash’s eye. Ash looks like he’s about to go off. Fez subtly shakes his head warning his brother not to try anything.
Mouse pulls you down onto the couch and keeps his arm wrapped around you, forcing you to sit next to him. Fez sits down on the couch across from you. He wants to be on your level and close to the gun he left in between the cushions.
“Do you know who ratted you out?” Mouse asks Fez.
“Nah,” Fez lies. He doesn’t want Mouse to go after Nate because he’d rather deal with that asshole himself.
“What about you, Miss?” Mouse uses the tip of his gun to brush some hair away from your face.
You timidly shake your head, “I don’t know.”
Fez keeps his eyes locked on you and the gun in Mouse’s hand. You’re so terrified that you can’t even look at Fez. You keep your head down and arms crossed protectively against your chest.
“You gonna be able to get me my money?” Mouse keeps questioning Fez.
Mouse rubs your thigh with his gun. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, prompting Mouse to tighten his grip on you. You whimper in his grasp.
“You know I’m good for it,” Fez tensely replies.
Fez rests his hand on the couch gun. He’s so tempted to grab it and fire off several rounds at Mouse. But that creep is holding you, it’s too risky.
“You better have it before we come around again,” Mouse warns Fez.
Fez slowly nods his head. He only has a couple of days before Mouse comes back for his monthly drop-in, which means he doesn’t have a lot of time to come up with a plan. He’s gonna need to think fast…
“Cuz if you don’t, I’m gonna have to find another way to get my money. I know some sick people that would spend a lot of money for your girl,” Mouse snickers.
A chill runs down your spin, causing you to squirm in Mouse’s arms. Fez tightens his grip on the couch gun. He squeezes his other hand into a tight fist to help control his anger. It’s not really working…
You can cut the tension with a knife. And then-
Mouse finally lets go of you and rises to his feet. You remain frozen on the couch, fearfully avoiding eye contact.
“We’ll be back at the end of the week,” Mouse tells Fez, then turns to you, “Hope to see you again soon, Miss.”
And with that, Mouse and Custer walk out. You stay still until they leave the house. As soon as you hear Ash close the door, you rush out of the living room.
Fez follows you down the hall into his bedroom. You sit on the foot of his bed and bury your head in your hands. Your boyfriend sits down beside you.
“Are you okay?”
You shake your head and look up at Fez with tears in your eyes.
“Please don’t let that guy sell me…”
Fez’s heart sinks from his chest. Even though he’s used to this type of shit, you’re definitely not. He hates that you were forced into the darker side of his life tonight.
Fez pulls you into a hug.
“Baby, you know I ain’t gonna let that happen,” he reassures you.
“But how? You don’t have any product to sell. How are you gonna get all that money?” you cry.
“Don’t worry, ma. I’ll figure it out,” Fez says softly.
You two spend the next few hours in bed holding each other. You eventually drift off back to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. Fez stays up the rest of the night, trying to figure out his next move…
Pairing: Fezco x reader; Ashtray (platonic) x reader
Summary: Ashtray's had a hard life and Fezco's girlfriend, Y/n, is well aware. It's safe to say she took Ashtray under her wing and he never really told her how much he appreciates her. But all it takes is one word and she knows.
Song: "Saturn" by Sleeping At Last
Warnings: Ashtray having mommy/abandonment issues. It's heartbreaking. Also mentions of sex and swearing lol.
A/n: I loved writing this holy crap, okay. This one is short and sweet.
I hated the fact that Fez and Ashtray grew up without loving parents. I know they had their grandma, the gangbanger that she was- is. Fez didn't talk about his dad that often, the only thing that I knew was that he was an abusive dick and worked at a strip club. His father was rough on Fez as a child, the idea making me beyond angry. Probably because his mind was trying to shield him from unnecessary pain and the fact that he got hit over the head pretty hard by his grandma.
He didn't talk about his mom much. Probably because he really didn't know that much about her in the first place. I can only imagine what went down between his father and mother with the piece of shit that he was. All I know is that his grandma spoke highly of her, that she was kind, beautiful. The fact that he always uses the past tense while speaking of her led to believe that she was no longer here.
Ash on the other hand was a business transaction. The thought of that made me sick. The fact that they used a child to get drugs, to trade for drugs, and then never came back for him. Fez always said that he was a sweet kid, didn't cry, slept well. He would've been perfect to any deserving mother or family but instead Fez took over when his grandma was too high or too busy to take care of him.
Their grandma definitely cared for them in her own way. She protected them, that's for sure. I never doubted their safety for a moment even though they went with her to deals and were in pretty dangerous situations all the time. But they were her business partners, her family. The helped her with everything and anything under the sun.
I can't imagine the pain the two of them felt when she took a turn for the worst. No one knows what happened to this day, one day she was and the next day she wasn't. I know Fez carried a lot of guilt for that day and I understood why. But that amount of pressure, saving your guardian's life, should never be something that a child should bear. I'm thankful that Ash doesn't remember all too much about that day.
And though they weren't related, they were family. Just like I was.
When I first started seeing Fez, Ash was skeptical. Rightly so, this was his brother, his own family in the whole world. And I was just this new chick who was literally head over heels for his brother. I understood the worry and the concern.
But it didn't last long.
The first time that Ash showed any type of excitement towards me was when Fez and I went out to dinner for our six month anniversary. Look, I know Fez lacked the attention span sometimes, but that man could remember dates and could plan an outing like nobody's business. But that night, we went out to a nice restaurant and Ash pouted the whole night that we were going without him. I felt bad for him, knowing that this was his favorite restaurant so I ordered his favorite meal to go and brought it home for him.
When I tell you that his face lit up like a Christmas tree, that was an understatement. He was genuinely so excited. I remember Fez patting me on the back and placing a simple kiss on my cheek, thanking me for taking care of Ash. For loving him.
I did love him. He was my boy and Fez was my man.
My favorite past time was taking care of the two of them. I was a hug when they needed it, a shoulder to cry on which didn't happen often but the offer was there, I cooked for them and cleaned the apartment if it needed it. The biggest thing was that I took care of their grandma when they were too busy with business. Fez taught me everything I needed to know about the medications, the steps, everything.
Ash was just relieved that Fez could actually take a break. To stop feeling that he owed her the world because he felt like it was his fault that she was in this position in the first place.
I knew that they appreciated me. I didn't need recognition or a prize. They were the prize.
"You alright, baby?" Fez asks, his head tilting to look at me as he turns onto our street, his hand squeezing mine.
"Yeah, of course. I was just thinking about that time that I brought Ash food home on our six month. How excited he was." I chuckle, smiling fondly at the memory as Fez hums, a small smile on his lips.
"Yeah, you spoil the kid, huh?" He laughs, my head bobbing in a small nod as I watch him. I felt so overwhelming lucky to have him. He was perfect for me, soft, kind, and contrary to popular belief, he was very smart and was a great listener. All he did was listen to me talk and he loved to tell me how much he loved it. That he could listen to me talk for hours.
He's so handsome though. His eyelashes flutter against his freckled cheek every time he blinks, his biceps flexing as he turns the wheel. I grin wickedly, my thighs clenching together at the sight of his strong hands, excitement rushing through me to my core. As we pull into the parking lot, I can tell by Fez's wandering eyes and flirty comments that I'm gonna enjoy myself tonight.
We make our way inside quietly, my head peeking around the corner to see Ash unconscious on the couch, the TV playing quietly in the background. He liked to wait up for Fez and I, making sure the two of us got home safe before he went to bed.
"The kids asleep, be quiet." I whisper, slipping my heels off as I lose a few inches. Fez locks the door behind us, his hand resting on my back as we make our way further into the home. Before we can enter the hallway, I turn on my heel, making my way over to the sleeping boy. Even though he's like a loaded gun most of the time, he always looked utterly sweet when he slept. He drooled, sure, a lot, but his knees are tucked safely to his chest, his arm draped over the side of the couch.
"Whatchu doin'?" Fez asks in a hushed whisper, my head turning to look back at him with a soft shrug.
"He's gonna get cold. I wanted to cover him up." I reply, turning to grab the blanket off the back of the couch. He rolls over as I cover him, his lips parting gently as he groans.
"Night, mom." He mutters, my brain doing a double take at what I think I just heard. I turn back to Fez with wide eyes and he obviously heard it too because he shares a similar look. My heart melts, my gaze fluttering back to the sleeping boy as I lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Sleep good, hun." Brushing a hand over the top of his head, a small smile forms on his lips as I back away slowly. A small squeal leaves my lips by the time I approach Fez, a soft, proud smile on his face. "He called me mom, Fez, he called me mom." I whisper, my hands reaching out to smack his chest as he nods with a small laugh.
"You're all he's ever known." He whispers, leaning forward to gently press a kiss to my lips. He lingers a bit, his arms wrapping around my waist with a sigh.
"Don't tell 'im he said that. He'd be embarrassed." I whisper against his lips, knowing that he wanted to use this against him to tease him. "It's beyond sweet, Fez, he'd literally never believe that something that nice came out of his mouth." I giggle, taking Fez's hands in mine as I pull him down the hallway. "Does that make me a milf?" I gasp, my jaw dropped as Fez rolls his eyes, pushing the bedroom door open as I follow him. He moves to sit on the bed with a sigh, his hands pulling his shirt over his head.
"Nah, baby." He shakes his head, my lips pouting as I step in between his thighs. "Not 'nless you want me to make you one." He winks, my heart swelling at the thought. He has a naughty grin on his lips as I gasp, his hands resting on my lower back as I place my lips on his. "C'mere." He smirks, a small squeal leaving my lips as he pulls me to the bed.
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World’s Away - Fezco
Pairing - Fezco x F!Reader
Summary - In which Fezco wouldn’t trade his girl for the world.
Warnings - 18+, minors absolutely DNI, mentions of drug dealing and use, implied smut, strong language
A/N - highly requested fezco x high maintenance gf fic <3 it started out as one thing & then she kinda ran away from me & said bitch i got the wheel move but i hope u enjoy xoxo requests & feedback are always welcome (pls be kind)
It'd happened on a Thursday afternoon, sun high among the puffy white clouds as it beat down on the blacktop.
Fezco could remember the way the thick, stagnant air of summer melted peanut M&Ms in his palm, the candy coated shell staining his hands as he dared at glance at the mounted clock and counted down the hours until he could grab Ash, close shop and call it a fucking day. Business had been slow, customers far and few willing to brave the California summer heat as they dropped in for last minute supplies.
Fezco had been anything but prepared when you breezed through the open doors, all strappy heels clicking on concrete and shimmery eyeshadow, asking him if they sold peach lip gloss.
For a split second, he'd been sure his brain had short circuited but he couldn't tell if it was from the shock of someone genuinely thinking this looked like an establishment that carried lip gloss, or if it had more to do with that fact that you'd been standing so close he could smell the sweetness of your perfume.
"So, is that a no?" He must've been quiet for too long because you were speaking again, head tilted with an amused smile playing on your painted lips, voice ringing in his ears like bells.
Looking back, he wishes he could drag himself outside by the collar and bash his head off the pavement for acting like such a goddamn fool, fumbling around his thoughts like a thirteen year old boy who just brushed hands with the pretty girl from math class.
"Yeah, nah, sorry, ma," Rising from his chair, Fezco came to stand beside you, leaning casually on the counter behind him as some Eazy E song continued to drift faintly from the old speakers. "I don't think we got no lip gloss, but I'd be happy to help you with somethin' else."
A perfectly sculpted brow shot up at that, grin widening on your pretty face as you shifted on your heel to scan the humming coolers behind you. "Damn," You mused, pretending to peruse your options. "Got any grape soda?"
He'd charged you fifty cents and sent you on your way with a bottle of Fanta clutched in one manicured hand, making a mental note to add peach lip gloss to the next stock order.
You'd stopped by for a second time in the week that followed, sparkling pins scattered strategically throughout your hair and cat eye sunglasses pushed low on the bridge of your nose as you tilted them at him in greeting.
"You feel like you were missing out on a prime business opportunity or am I just special?" It wasn't long before you were in his line of vision again, beaming up at him as you placed three tubes of shiny peach lip gloss on the countertop.
"Nah, ma, you just special." The teasing tug of his lips and the way he kept his cerulean eyes trained on yours over the rim of your glasses made your head fuzzier than you were willing to admit.
“Cute,” You prayed to whatever higher power was listening that the heat flooding your cheeks wasn’t noticeable as you ducked your head, carding through the wasteland of your purse. “How much do I owe you, player?”
He’d taken your name and number and called it even, savoring the feel of your skin against his as he plucked the slip of pink paper from between your fingers.
“You better use it,” You’d thrown over your shoulder, hips swaying in a way he tried not to focus too hard on as you walked away from him. “And you’d better not leave me waiting too long.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, pretty girl.”
Fezco thought of those first moments often, the pivotal points that lead to where you lay now, sleeping serenely on his chest with your fist curled into his neck and legs twisted around his beneath the sheets, playing over and over in his head like one of his grandma’s old records on loop.
Sometimes he felt as if someone had hit fast forward on his life, his days moving past him at warp speed like he was on a rollercoaster that went on and on, never stopping to let him off regardless of the twist in his gut and the ache in his bones. The worst part, the part that wriggled into his brain like a worm and burrowed into the gray matter like it was home is that he couldn’t remember ever getting on the ride.
Shit, he couldn’t even remember buying a ticket.
Whichever way you spun it, Fezco was on and all he could do was pray his seatbelt held and tighten his white-knuckled grip on the safety bar when shit got bumpy.
There were few things that made him feel as if he could breathe, like the soles of his sneakers were planted on solid ground, safe among the dirt and the grass and the bugs even if it was just for a moment.
Blue Sour Patch Kids and cold orange soda.
His tired body sunken into the old sofa, blunt smoke curling in the air as Ashtray’s favorite show flickered across the television screen. The laughter of his little brother who’d grown up far faster than he should have had to, putting the role Fezco wished he’d never had to play to bed ‘til morning.
There was a sweet brand of solitude that came with being in your orbit, a silent kind of reprieve from the incessant noise that followed him like a pesky fly buzzing in his ear.
He found it in the way you said his name and the soft drag of your knuckles across his back when the weight of the world held upon his shoulders felt as though it was suffocating him, the oxygen filling his lungs suddenly so thick he thought he might choke if it weren’t for the delicate brush of your mouth against his skin in the dead of night.
In the way your brow creased and a pretty pout puckered your lips, soft whine bleeding into your tone when things didn’t go according to your plan, and the way you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky as he kissed it away, murmuring hushed reassurances into the soft flesh of your neck.
You’d even managed to grow on Ash in the months that had passed, and that was saying something considering the kid regarded newcomers with a steely disposition and indifference like no other. He liked that you didn’t treat him like a kid, acknowledged him as an equal. The fact that you fed him like it was your day job probably didn’t hurt your case either.
Fezco spent more time than he’d ever admit to you wondering what kind of saint he had to have been in a past life to deserve you in this one. Your world was one that should never have been be meshed with his and yet they were entwined, gnarled together like the roots of a tree.
He could recall the first drop meeting you’d been present for like it was yesterday, could see the way your legs that’d been swinging carelessly from your spot on the kitchen counter stilled and the resounding pop of pink bubblegum between your lips quieted at the sight of men you didn’t know taking residence in your place of comfort.
Your stubborn nature had refused to let your intimidation seep through the cracks of your carefully constructed facade, but Fezco knew. He knew in the tense set of your jaw, the way your eyes flicked exclusively between his frame and your rhinestone dotted nails as your spine straightened.
It made his chest ache and his throat tighten, the shame and the doubt wrapping itself around him like thorny vines digging in.
You shouldn’t have been there. You should have been somewhere warmer, somewhere safe, flashing those eyes shining with cherries and wine at a better man on a better path. Those notions that hung over his head like a guillotine carried him all the way to the couch that night, arm wrapping you up and holding you to him like it’s the last time it ever would.
“Imma need you to listen, baby,” The words tasted bitter in his mouth and you were already pulling yourself from his grip, looking into his eyes like you were looking through glass. You’d always been able to see his thoughts more clearly than he could himself.
“No,” Your voice was hard and even as you regarded him with fire in your stare despite the unshed tears already welling in your eyes. “No, absolutely not. You don’t get to pick now to be a coward.”
Fezco spoke lowly, words rumbling quietly from his throat as he felt his heart splinter in his chest. “This ain’t the life for you, baby.”
“That’s not up to you to decide,” You asserted, anger burning hot in your veins. “My life is mine, you don’t get to choose it’s course just because shit gets a little scary.”
“I know who you are, what your life is, and what it means to be part of it and I’m still here,” You were pressing yourself against him now, fingertips framing his bearded jaw like they were made to find their home there, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. “I’m staying here.”
With that, he was pulling you to him by the nape of your neck, hand twisting into a fist in your hair as he licked into the cup of your mouth. It didn’t take long before he was flipping your skirt up over your hips, lips drifting down to press a kiss to the cute little bow just below the waist band of your panties before pulling them to the side and fucking you stupid against the cushions.
His pretty baby, whose face lit up like a billboard every time you climbed into the passenger seat of his car and flashed a fresh set of nails at him, too damn cute to be fair. You turned his minutes into hours, every memory with you suspended in freeze-frame behind his eyelids.
He wasn’t sure what to call the space in between but he always thought of you in those intervals.
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hi! could you write something of fez's girlfriend actually getting along with faye and he's lowkey jealous of all the attentions she's giving to faye
— Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x F!Reader
— Summary: Fezco's not used to sharing his girl's attention. When Faye arrives, he and Ash think that you are going to hate the new visitor. The only problem is—you're too kind to hate someone you don't know, and when she's not causing issues, Faye can be... fun. That's when you find out Fezco's definitely not a fan of sharing you.
— Word count: 1.2k
— A/n: Warning for drug use. I love this drabble idea so here we go!
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— jealous, babe? —
When Faye shows up, Ash arrives from school, looks at her frame sitting on the couch and the first words out of his mouth are, "Yo. Your girl's gonna fuckin' kill ya." He was laughing, too, shaking his head like he couldn't believe Fezco would bring another girl home.
Ash had missed you were there in a corner, though.
He missed you until you asked, "Why?" and he jumped like something bit him.
Faye had looked between you and Ash and echoed. "Yeah, why?"
Needless to say, Ash was not the first one to make that assumption. Everyone thinks you and Faye would hate each other but, as it turns out, when she's not shooting heroine in your boyfriend's bathroom, you two get along kinda... great.
And the funniest thing to watch is the least expected one—Fezco is the one who ends up jealous.
It starts with Faye coming to you for anything.
She realizes that when you're around, she has a bigger chance of being entertained than trying to engage with Fezco. He's not her biggest fan — Fez hates strangers in his personal space — and at the end of the day, she's just a girl.
A girl who has periods, who's missing her boyfriend, who's running from the cops and who would like just some company to smoke a blunt at the staircase.
It starts with Faye noticing you can be that company, and it evolves to you two laughing until you're wheezing outside the trailer, sharing stories about past boyfriends.
"What was so funny?" Fez asks when you're at his place later that day. Faye is knocked out on the couch, and Fez is sitting at the balcony watching you cook.
"Earlier today." Fezco's looking at you with a curious look, his puppy eyes making your heart skip its usual beat at the sight of him. "Could hear you two laughin' from here."
"Oh!" You chuckle at the memory, and then put the lid on the pan. "Faye was just telling me about her exes before your friend."
"Word?" Fezco hums. "And she's that funny?"
You frown a little. Fezco's tone is usually lighter than this. You walk to him until you're standing between his legs. "I mean... we were both mad high."
He sighs. "Is she tryin' to get you to do anythin'? 'Cause I told her to—"
"Fez," you interrupt. He closes his mouth, and you lean in to kiss the frow on his forhead. "You know I don't do that shit, babe. She could offer me heroin or coke or whatever and swear it's the best high since the dawn of times and I'd still say no."
"Good." He wraps his arms around you, then kisses you for real. "I don't want my girl around that shit."
It's the first time he shows any sign of jealousy.
The next couple of days, you notice it the little things—the way Fezco frowns when he sees Faye showing you things on her phone, his eyes accompanying you through the corridors of the pharmacy as you pick up supplies not only for you, how he sometimes perks up when all of you are at home at night and you and Faye are talking to each other in the kitchen.
Fez looks like he wants to ask, like he wants to join the conversation, but never does.
He's not the best at making friends.
Plus—even if he doesn't hate the girl, Fezco hates shortcomings, and every day Faye stays at his place, there's a chance that cops will come knocking.
It makes sense he's wary of her—you even tell him you understand.
Still. It's funny to see his face when he walks in and sees you both in face masks, exfoliating each other's legs like it's spa day.
"Are you two havin' a girls' night?"
Faye, high out of her ass, smiles so big and genuine that you have to smile too. "Yeah!" She must forget he's not her biggest fan for a moment because the next words out of her mouth make you burst out laughing. "Join us!"
Fezco sees you laughing, sighs, and leaves his room while shaking his head, mumbling to himself under his breath.
At least he closes the door behind him.
The day after the Spa Incident, you allow Faye to do the grocery shopping for the house. She has some money her boyfriend gave her and given how she's stayed away from the heroin since she arrived, you let her feel useful.
It also gives you time to cuddle your grumpy boyfriend on the couch, make out with him until he's groaning and squeezing you all over, and nothing beats that.
Fezco lets his guard down when he's around you.
He laughs easier, he makes jokes no one else other than Ash gets to hear, he speaks his mind. You two have only a couple of hours before he has to take the shift at the shop, so you make use of that time.
"I can't wait 'till she's gone, man," he comments. You're straddling Fezco's lap, and he's got his face shoved on your chest.
The words vibrate on your skin, and you laugh at him. "She's not that bad."
"It ain't about her bein' that bad, ma. She's just problem," he argues.
You sigh deeply at that. He's right, even if you hate that he is. "Yeah." You think about the things she's told you and how lost Faye truly is. "I hope she finds a better path, though. Wherever she goes."
At that, Fezco pulls his head back until he can look at you. He's frowning and pouting a little, and you're about to ask what's wrong when he says, "You're too nice, lil' mama."
You feel the heat on your cheeks, and look away from those green eyes that still somehow manage to make you blush even after all this time. "Shut up. I'm not that nice."
Fezco laughs at that. "Sure you are."
"I literally went to Ash's school building with a big ass wrench and threatened a bunch of fifteen-year-olds, like, last week," you roll your eyes.
Fezco smacks his teeth, and slaps your ass playfully. "Protective lil' mama, too. They was messin' with Ash. You know that doesn't count."
"Eh," you shrug your shoulders. "I'm just—I got to know her, y'know? A lot of people you think you hate 'till you get to know them."
"Yeah, that's true," Fezco pulls you closer by the waist. "'m just petty 'cause she steals you from me."
That makes you laugh. Hearing him admit it is funny to you. "No, she doesn't."
"Yeah, she does, man." He sounds a little bit like Ashtray right now when you pull the plug in his PS4 and tell him to get his ass in his room to finish his damn work. "I don't like sharin' your attention, I think."
"I know." Fezco grabs you by the neck, and your smile is too big for a kiss right now, but he's got access to the rest of your face anyway, so it's all good. "I love your attention too much, ma."
"'s all yours, Fez."
"Just like you."
"Just like me." You feel his lips on your cheeks, on your eyelids, and you giggle. "You're my big baby, aren't ya?"
The next kiss on your forehead trembles with his laughter. "Yeh. Just don't tell anyone."
No one would believe me. And they don't gotta know, anyway.
You decide to make the most of the next hour you two have alone, after all, Fezco seems to be needing a reminder of just how much you're all his at the end of the day.
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࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez & you have been best friends for years, and you’d never gotten high together, until now. what neither of you two knew, is that it would change your lives forever.
࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: drug mention & consumption, cursing. sexual tension, manhandling, dirty talk. (high) sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering. kinda dom!fez [this one is FILTHY, fr]
࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 4K
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Fez could've sworn that you would be the death of him one day, you got him feeling all sort of shit he couldn't put a name to.
He felt his heart racing as you looked up at him from the couch, your hand carefully holding his wrist, not letting him go.
You were giving him your best puppy eyes, those you knew got Fez weak as hell. Looking up at him though your lashes, pouting your lips just a little.
"Please, stay," you asked your best friend. "You barely spend time with me anymore."
"'s not because I don't wanna, I've been busy, that all." Fezco replied, looking down at you with his pretty blue eyes.
"Well, are you busy now?" you raised your eyebrow at him.
"Well no but—"
"Then stay, please, Fez."
You missed hanging out with him. Lately he'd been really busy and barely having time to do anything else. You missed having him around, but couldn't exactly explain why to him.
"What you wanna do?" He asked, eyeing you suspiciously, as he was getting an idea.
You'd called him earlier, asking for some hallucinogens, and since you'd had a crappy week and needed to unwind, Fezco had agreed to give you some.
Surprisingly enough, Fez and you had never gotten high together, so you weren't sure of how to bring it up or even imply the thought.
So you did what seemed easier to explain it, holding the tiny plastic bag he'd given you earlier in front of you, raising an eyebrow to question him silently.
"Oh no, ma..." Fez trailed off, not knowing what excuse to give.
"Ion get high with my own stuff, y'know dat."
"Technically speaking it's not your stuff anymore, I already bought it, so it's mine now."
"Stop playin with ma'head." he said, huffing in amusement. There was no flaw to your logic.
"Oh, c'mon Fez, this one's on me," you said and he just looked at you. "Last time you paid for my shit, let me invite you this one time."
Fez did want to get high with you. But there were several things that made him wanna say no, especially with the drug in question. It heightened everything, and he was afraid of the shit he may say in his high state.
But it's not like he could say 'no' to you either. You've been best friends for years, and Fezco always gave you what you wanted— except when it put you at too much risk, that's when he'd say no.
He'd never give you something bad, which was highly hypocritical considering he was a drug dealer, but Fez promised to himself to keep you as safe as he could, despite the money he could've been making if he sold you harder stuff.
"Alrite," he accepted with a small sigh, sitting down next to you on your couch. "Jus' this one time tho."
"Yeah right," you said with a small snort, taking two pills out of the small bag.
You gave a pill to Fez, who popped it in his mouth, leaning back on your couch to let it hit. His eyes were attentive on you though, of the way you placed the pill on your tongue and swallowed, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh.
He had to force himself to look away to interrupt the thoughts forming in his head, wondering why the hell he agreed to this.
You too laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as you waited for the pill to make effect. You felt Fez's eyes on you, and it was making you nervous, not in a bad way tho.
He felt it first, you knew as you heard him sigh heavily. You chuckled at his state, and just when you were about to tease him for being a 'lightweight', you felt it too.
It felt like a sudden wave of peace. All the sounds around you drowned out, replaced by silence. As for your body, it felt like when you're laying back on water, all your limbs relaxed and mind calm. The colors of everything around you seem brighter, more alive, almost like they had a life of their own.
The relaxed sound you let out made Fez turn to look at you, sitting there in pure bliss. He felt almost hypnotized by how you looked. Your skin seemed to be glowing under the light, your lips looked softer than ever. You looked gorgeous, and he wished he could somehow remember this moment forever.
"What?" You asked with a giggle, deciding to acknowledge the staring. "Do I have something on my face?"
"Nah, you just look..." Fez trailed off at the lack of words.—It's not that he didn't have a word to describe you, since about 10 crossed his mind— it's just that he didn't wanna screw things up.
You turned to look at him and understood why he couldn't explain it. He looked... god, his eyes looked as blue as the summer sky, the freckles on his skin seemed like galaxies. Fez looked... ethereal.
"Oh shit..." you muttered, still admiring him. "You look so, so pretty Fez."
Fezco felt dumb as fuck already, so definitely the blood that rushed to his neck and cheeks with that statement didn't make it any better.
"You kiddin me?" He rasped out, still too hypnotized with you to look away. "You be lookin like a whole angel rite now.”
“Oh don’t be silly.” you giggled, looking away so he wouldn’t notice your reddened cheeks.
“I ain’t playing with you,” he assured you. “You look like a fuckin’ angel, with the halo and shi’. For real, you glowing.”
Fez always said nice things to you, being as sweet as he is; but the way he'd said it now had you feeling a whole fucking butterfly sanctuary in your stomach.
Not trusting your own voice with an answer, you inched closer to him. He didn't move away, instead, he leant closer to you. Slowly, you moved your hand so it would rest on his cheek.
He exhaled heavily, the feeling of your soft skin touching his had him feeling all sorts of crazy shit. His eyes met yours, and by the look in them, Fez knew you were feeling the same.
With the tips of his fingers, Fez began to trail over your skin, the back of your hand, your wrist, and up your arm. It was nothing more than subtle touches, but they were more than enough to make your nerves feel electrified, excited in anticipation.
It felt so good and you wanted more.
You moved even closer, your body so close to him you could feel his warmth. With your thumb, you softly caressed his face, his cheek and getting dangerously close to his lips.
Fez kept trailing up, enjoying the feeling of your skin under his fingers, noticing how you got goosebumps as his hand got closer to your face.
Soon, his hand was in the side of your head, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he wetted his lips. Slowly, the space between both began to reduce, until your faces were inches away from each other. You could feel his lips brushing against yours, enough to have you wanting more.
And that's when the thread holding both of you back snapped.
Fez's lips crashed against yours roughly, while his hands held the sides of your face, cradling it. You welcomed the kiss by reciprocating it, your lips moving over his as you placed a hand over his.
It wasn't just any kiss. It was passionate, emotional, hungry, desperate, lustful.
Your bodies were pressed close as his tongue slipped into your mouth and you grabbed a handful of his shirt, tugging at it. One of his hands was now firmly placed on your hip, right over your clothes, his fingers gripping tightly as if trying to touch through the material as he pulled you closer.
A bite on his lip was all it took for him to completely lose himself in the kiss, completely forgetting everything else. All that existed to him was you. Just you.
The kiss turned even more intense once you straddled his lap. It was all teeth and tongue, desperate and filled with lust, you kept tugging at his shirt, trying to take it off and he grunted over your lips as he drew your body closer, wanting to feel more, to feel what the clothes were keeping away from him.
The realisation was kicking in, but instead of making you want to stop, it only encouraged you to keep going.
You were kissing Fez. Not just a peck on the lips or a small kiss. You were actually kissing him, a teeth-crashing-tongues-fighting-kiss.
He was the one to start the kiss, and he was the one to break it as well. Fez kept his hand on your hip so you wouldn't take it as a rejection, his eyes seeking yours immediately.
For a couple of seconds, the two of you did nothing but stare at the other, why? Hard to tell. It was as if you were waiting for Fez to pull back; and he expected the same thing.
His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, to your neck, your cleavage, and then his eyes met yours, darker than before and carrying a question within those blue orbs.
Without a word needed, you nodded your head at him, giving confirmation. You wanted it. You wanted him.
That's all he needed before crashing his lips against yours with the same desperation as before.
Things moved quickly from there, still with your lips pressed, you tugged at his clothes in an attempt to blindly take them off his body as his hands slowly but surely moved to the edge of your floral dress.
His jacket and shirt were off his body and your dress fell to the floor, his eyes trailed hungrily over your body before he smirked and pressed his lips back to yours, your hands immediately moving over his biceps and his back muscles, trailing the warm skin.
Slowly, you two had began to lay down on the couch, Fez gave you small kisses, constantly pulling away to throw the cushions away from the sofa, to make more room for both.
Your back was pressed against the couch as Fez crawled right on top of you, his lips pressed against yours as his arms caged you against the soft sofa. Anxious to feel something, you moved your hands to his back, trailing your nails down his muscles in a way that made him groan over your lips as his hips buckled into yours out of instinct.
The feeling of his sweatpants' material making friction with your core elicited a moan from your lips, dying on top of his lips as he swallowed the sound with the kiss. Since you'd arched your back, Fez could easily unhook your bra and get rid of it.
His lips started moving soon, kissing the edge of your jaw and down your neck, making a trail of kisses along its side and down to your collarbone, the valley of your breasts and even lower.
All you knew vanished when you felt his beard tickling your stomach, getting rid if your panties as his lips pressed softly against the insides of your thighs, up and down, kissing and licking everywhere except where you needed him.
"Fez..." you whispered a plea as his lips kept pressing softly against the inner side of your thighs, sucking messily enough to leave a mark.
"Yea'?" he asked, his breath tingling your skin.
Fez knew what you wanted, he wasn't blind, your wetness basically glistened, and he could smell how aroused you were.
But where's the fun in giving in? He wanted to hear you beg at least once.
"You know what."
"I-" he left a kiss just below your knee, on the inner side.
"dunno-" higher, at the middle of your thigh.
"what,-" so close you could feel his beard tickling.
"ya'-" his lips were back on your inner thighs, his tongue trailing over a bite he'd left earlier.
"mean." you could feel his breath against your folds, his lips probably inches away from where you desperately wanted him.
He was being such a fucking tease, and as much as it made you desperate, you had to admit it felt amazing. He was unbelievably hot.
To annoy him, or encourage him (you weren't sure), you closed your legs with a smirk, or attempted to, but Fez quickly placed one hand in each of your thighs, opening them again as his eyes moved to your face, where he caught sight of your playful smirk.
And when he smirked back at you... fuck, you knew you were in for a long night.
His lips finally pressed against where you needed him the most, his lips wrapped around your clit, twirling it around before sucking it, eliciting a moan from you.
One of his arms kept your legs spread, while the other one slowly moved along your skin, the tips of your fingers reaching one of your nipples, twisting it as his tongue slid inside you.
If possible, your back would've arched in pleasure, but Fez was doing a very good job at keeping you under his mercy.
His mind worked so clearly under intoxication, it was amazing.
One of his hand slid between your legs, his tongue flicking your clit as his thick fingers slowly slid inside you, pumping their way in as he slowly stretched you open.
"Fuck-" you mumbled, biting your lip as your back arched either way, your head pressed against the back of the couch as your eyes shut in pleasure. Fez's eyes were fixed on you, and he was sure he'd never been harder in his entire life.
His fingers fucked you while his tongue sucked and twirled around your clit, making you feel completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, moans escaped your lips without control and it encouraged Fez to keep going, his fingers curling against your special spot, and his tongue moving quicker.
In no time, your walls started to clench, you were so tight his fingers were slowed down, which only turned him even more. Your breath was erratical, walls clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking and nothing but his name escaped your lips.
You were close and he knew it. So he kept going, he didn't stop until you came so hard your entire body shook, it was such a pretty sight to see, Fez thought.
You opened your eyes and stared at him, your breathing still erratical and messy, your skin glistening with sweat.
The cocky smirk that appeared in Fez's wet lips caused a tornado inside you. You were barely recovering from one orgasm but that damn smirk made your walls clench around nothing.
You attempted to move away to return the favor, but his hands quickly took a hold of your hips, getting you back into place.
"I ain't done with you yet." he assured you with a rough tone and husky voice, though the smirk never left his lips.
His lips started to trail up your body, your inner thighs, pressing a kiss against your core to tease you further, his kisses were slow and tantalising, trying to get a reaction out of you.
His lips trailed up your lower stomach, he softly bit skin and licked after to ease the pain. He eventually made it back to your lips, where you tried to let him know how much you needed him by sliding your tongue in his mouth, your left hand holding the back of his head while the other one aimed to unbutton his jeans.
Your fingers worked quickly in getting rid of his lower clothes, after the relentless tugging on his hips, Fez decided to part his lips from yours to stand up, taking off his pants and boxers all in one. Your eyes trailed his body without shame, all the way from his broad shoulders, strong chest, the V line that directed to his dick, it was big. But you suspected that already (not that you'd admit you'd given thoughts to it)
Fez wanted to make a teasing comment about you, ogling his body, but all his remarks faded into a cloud of lust when you opened your thighs again, giving him a perfect sight of your arousal.
He quickly leant back on the couch, positioning himself on top of you as he trailed his warm tip over your folds, to get himself wet in your arousal and yes, to keep teasing you as well. He knew you were still sensible from the orgasm he'd caused you; you squirmed under him and hid a moan behind your bit lip when his tip grazed your entrance.
Just to make sure you wanted this, Fez glanced at your face again, eyes meeting yours as he raised his eyebrows. "You sure you can handle me, ma?"
"Get inside me already." you assured with a playful smirk, placing a kiss on the edge of his jaw.
"Whatever my girl wants." he mumbled over your skin as with a simple thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside you. Your hands automatically moved over to his shoulders to have something to hold on to, as your eyes widened in surprise. He was big, and he was stretching you out in a way that stinged, but in a good way.
Sensing the way you immediately clenched around him, Fez stood still, giving you time to adjust to him, his breath tingling your neck and his arms trapping your body against the sofa.
"What?" he couldn't keep himself from teasing; this is something he'd been dreaming of for years. "Too big for ya', Y/N?"
A sassy comment was about to escape your lips, but all it took to replace it with a moan was for Fez to thrust again, sliding out of you and thrusting inside you, pulling out and burying himself inside you again; setting up a pace and slowly but surely stretching you with his dick.
Your nails buried themselves in his strong freckled shoulders as he kept thrusting, you moved your hips slowly as well, meeting halfway with his, you clenched your walls just as he moved his hips back, making the thrust feel a thousand times better.
The pace was fast and rough, the couch squeaked underneath both, its wood and springs squeaking every time his body met yours with a thrust of his hips. He gripped the edge of the sofa and lifted his body up, so this way he had a new angle, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust as he used the edge of the sofa to pull himself up and down with more strenght.
He was completely ravishing you, leaving you speechless. You'd dreamt of this moment, and it definitely didn't compare to the real thing.
Your legs wrapped around his hips as you pushed your body against his, his dick going deeper now and reaching parts of you no one had ever touched before, his pelvic bone pushed against your clit with every thurst of his hips against yours.
"Fuck, Y/N," he mumbled over your skin as his hips kept their merciless rhythm. "You feel so fuckin good. Being so good t’me, angel.”
You wanted to say something in return, but no coherent sentence managed to make its way out of your lips, all you could do was moan and repeat his name like a prayer, which only encouraged Fez to move faster, even if he felt close to finishing.
His hips moved against yours, your hands held onto his shoulders firmly as you tightened your walls around him, letting him know you were close to finishing.
He kept going until you were screaming his name into the crook of his neck as you came undone around him, nails scratching down his back, walls clenching, thighs shaking and hips jerking into his.
He followed you shortly, and you felt him finishing inside you, his warmness filling you as his hips kept moving erratically, riding the feeling out as he panted in your neck.
Eventually, he stilled. Both took deep breaths to regain your composure, his body was slightly pressed on top of yours as he regained his strenght, two minutes later at much, Fez raised his body from on top of yours and pulled out of you slowly, taking a seat next to your body on the couch.
Your back was still pressed against the couch as you regained your breath, your eyes fixed on the ceiling while you recovered. It had felt so fucking good, and even though you wanted to, you didn't regret it in the least.
Fez let out a small sigh as he pressed his back against the backrest of the sofa, his head against the edge of the sofa as he closed his eyes for a few seconds.
You were completely spent. Too exhausted to move again, so you were almost falling asleep on the couch.
Fez noticed and sighed, getting up to clean himself and put on his boxers, walking down to the couch to clean you up as well, finding you asleep.
He couldn't just leave you there, so he picked you up on his arms and took you to your bed, where he carefully put you down, covering your body with the sheets.
He didn't know what to do, but luckily, you made a decision for him by holding onto his wrist, still tired but now awake at least.
"Stay the night," you mumbled, barely audible. "Please, baby."
You woke up to an empty bed. Your memory was clear, and you remembered the previous night to such detail that you blushed immediately.
Where was Fez?
Right as you were about to get out of bed to look for him, the door of your bedroom opened and Fez walked in with a tray in hands.
He froze when he noticed you were awake, but eventually kept walking to you while you sat down. He placed the tray softly over your thighs, standing awkwardly next to the bed.
There was fruit, water and some chocolates on the tray, you smiled softly at Fez and mumbled a thank you, picking up a piece.
The silence was... awkward, to say the least. Even looking at Fez brought back memories of the previous night, of the way he'd quite literally fucked you to oblivion.
"Look..." he trailed off as he thought, taking a seat next to you.
Oh god. The worst scenarios crossed your mind. He was gonna tell you that it was a mistake. Or a one time thing that would never repeat. Or blame it on the drugs.
"I kno' we was high as fuck and shi' happens..." he nervously licked his lips. "But Ion want this to just be a fuck, y'know? I want more, like... more than just sex," he said, careful of his words. "S'somethin I been wantin’ since I saw you for the first time."
"Really?" you said, hoping the surprise would cover the genuine relief you were feeling.
"Shit, of course," he assured. "You the prettiest girl I kno'. And the smartest too. Bein' 'round you makes me happy, makes me feel chill, on fuckin' cloud 9," he was being so sweet. "I wanna be with you, for real, all in, if you want me."
It took you a few seconds to speak, because even though Fez had just confessed his feelings to you, confessing your own feelings for him was scary, admitting out loud that you were in love with your best friend. It would definitely change everything.
Fez took the silence as a negative answer, and it sure hurt like a bitch that you didn't feel the same way, but he wasn't going to force anything to happen. You two fucked, and that's it. He'd just have to get over—
"Of course I want you, Fez," you admitted with a shaky breath. "How could I not?"
Relief washed over both. The cat was out of the bag, finally. No more hiding feelings, no more pretending to not want to kiss the hell of each other. No more secrets.
Fez had never been good with words, they tripped on the way out and fucked things up; actions, however, were his thing. Which is why he smiled softly and leant closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.
The kiss was soft, his lips moving carefully and slowly over yours in devotion. A few seconds in tho, you felt him smiling in the middle of the kiss.
"What is it?" You asked in amusement.
"Nothin, I'm just happy," he replied with a little smile, and a light in his eyes that you'd never seen before. "I'm 'appy to finally get a chance to be with ya, you feel me?"
"Yeah, I 'feel ya'." You nodded, mimicking his voice and the way he spoke.
"With how we fucked last nite, bet yo’ ass you do."
"Oh my— Fez!" You exclaimed, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks as he started giggling like an idiot.
"Just sayin' you gonna be feelin me for days, angel."
"Oh, shut it now, you cocky little shit." You complained with a laugh, shoving a piece of fruit in his mouth to shut him up.
Fez bit the fruit and quickly swallowed before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours sweetly, trying his best to not smile again in the middle of the kiss.
You really had him on cloud nine.
don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader (Part 2)
summary: fezco gets a new roommate and you don’t love the idea
warning: guns, drugs use/description, cursing, almost smut (there will be in the future), cal jacobs 🤡
a/n: here it is!! as people requested. i hope everyone enjoys it, i’m feeling a bit anxious about it since the first part did so well sooo hopefully y’all like this one just as much 🥲 feedback is appreaciated, lmk if you wanna be tagged and see y’all next week, happy reading 🦋
You stayed with Fezco that night. He wanted you close, having the slight fear that Nate was fine and was going to come back for him. You helped him with his knuckles and basically questioned him the whole night about why he would do such a thing. Why do it in front of so many people? Why risk it that much? But instead of a full constructed answer, he answered with:
“Ion wanna get you involved, ma.”
“Involved in what?”
“Stop askin’ so many questions, babe. I ain’t gonna answer shit.” He replied and stood up from the couch, walking towards the bathroom to get in the shower.
“I’m sorry, Fez!” You shouted before slumming against the couch again, sighing in defeat.
You stopped asking questions and a few days after that Custer, Faye’s boyfriend, called asking Fezco for help. Apparently, the bitch pushed the motel manager over the railing from the second floor and of course, the cops were after her. And Custer’s brilliant idea? To send Faye, a junkie, to a drug dealer’s house. Saying that you were pissed was an understatement. You were furious.
You couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid but yet, there you were. Sitting next to Fez in the car, on your way to pick up Faye behind a dumpster. You both pulled up in an alleyway and the headlights shone brightly which made it easy to find the blonde peeking her head out of a corner. She bolted towards the car, getting in the backseat before Fez drove off as you turned around in your seat to look at her. Her nose was bloody and it ran down to her lips.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Faye said with a defensive attitude causing you to raise your eyebrows and turn back around.
“The only reason that I went so crazy is because the motel manager kept saying such mean things.” She continued, trying to explain.
“I honestly don’t give a fuck.” Fez said, never taking his eyes off the road.
You all made it back home and Faye sat down on the little stairs that led to the living room while you walked past her to go to the kitchen. You grabbed a paper towel and handed it to her so she could clean up before going back to do the dishes. Fezco finished emptying his pockets and walked in Faye’s direction.
“Yo, don’t touch nothin’ “He said walked past her.
“Don’t talk to Ash.”
“Okay.” she muttered.
“And don’t go in my fuckin’ room, all right? That’s private for me and my girl.” Fez sat at the dining room chair, going back to the sandwich you made him for dinner.
“I promise.” Faye replied looking up to see you in the kitchen.
“Want some of my sandwich?” Fez offered, feeling nothing but pity for the girl.
“Okay.” She stood up and walked up to the dining room area before sitting next to him.
“I can make you one if you’d like.” You said from the kitchen. You didn’t see this, but Fezco was mouthing ‘say yes, they’re fuckin’ amazing’ to the blonde which caused her to slightly chuckle.
“Um.. yeah, I’d love one!” Faye shouted back.
Ash didn’t talk to Fez after seeing Faye in the house. He was that pissed. You attempted to be the mediator but it went to shit when Astray slammed his bedroom door. Everything you all say for breakfast, Ash would stand up and leave whenever Faye sat down. Like that particular morning.
You gave the boys some cereal and as they ate you made yourself some coffee. After a moment, Faye walked out with the shortest skirt you’ve ever seen, an open vest and her bralette underneath. You looked at her for a second and went back to what you were doing but the shock was too much.
Faye was bending down with the fridge door wide open to grab a Coca Cola can which made her ass peek out from the back. You looked towards the boys to see Ash looking at her in annoyance and slight disgust before turning his eyes back to Fez, giving him a death stare. She closed the fridge and walked towards the dining room which made Ash get up and leave.
“Good morning!” She said, opening the sofa can with her foot on the table.
“Morning.” Fez muttered and continued eating his cereal. He finished his bowl and stood up, going to the kitchen.
“Thanks, ma.” He muttered and pecked your forehead.
“You’re welcome. Now… who's gonna tell her to stop wearing that?” You whispered and turned off the faucet before turning around as you crossed your arms over his chest.
“Did you not see that skirt?” You questioned.
“The only ass I have my eyes on is yours, ma. Don’t worry ‘bout anything.” He whispered as he walked closer to you.
“She’s been looking at you funny…wearing sexy outfits and shit… it’s annoying as fuck, it doesn’t feel good from my point of view.” You looked at him with a slight frown before you hit the inside of your cheek.
“She just gon be here for a bit longer, I promise.” Fezco said and pecked your lips before moving away to his room to get showered.
That night, he invited you and Faye to go over to the convenience store with him. So you wouldn’t have to stay alone with her for so long. You decided to go, suddenly feeling trapped in the house.
The store was empty at the moment and you were leaning against the register counter talking to Fez as Faye sat at a corner looking everywhere. Ash was behind the fridges, working on the drugs and the money as usual. You were looking at the ground, chuckling at some Fez said when a customer walked in.
“Lexi Howard.” Fezco called out with a smile.
“Hi.” She smiled back before waving at you.
“How you doin’?”
“I’m good, um…” Lexi began as she walked to stand in front of the red head but stopped when she saw Faye.
“Hi, I’m Faye.” The blonde said and smiled.
“I’m Lexi, um.. weren’t you guys..” She said pointing at you and Fez, referring to your relationship.
“Yeah, yeah, we together. She’s just statin’ with me for a bit, but, but she’s cool, though.” He replied, intertwining your fingers with his.
“What brings you out here anyway?”
“Oh, I just came to get a, a drink.” Lexi smiled and turned, walking towards the last fridge.
“Okay, well, we got plenty of those. Um…do you need help finding anything?”
“No, I'm okay.” Lexi replied with her arms over chest as she continued to stare at the fridge.
“Um…Lex, that’s the malt liquor.” You said softly as you stood up straight.
“Yeah, I know.” She muttered and looked to the side, watching Cal Jacobs walk in. You could tell she was nervous. Lexi’s body language changed and her face radiated fear along with uneasiness.
“Good evening.” Cal said, causing you to look at him, as well as Fezco.
“Hello.” You smiled and almost immediately frowned when you saw an odd shape in the pocket of his jacket.
It looked like a gun. Of course, you didn’t want to risk it so you acted like you were reaching for something next to Fez which made you end up next to him. So, in case anything went south, you were covering him. Cal walked down the side of the store, walking in front of Faye, who followed him with his eyes.
“What’s up, man?” Fezco muttered, following him with his eyes as well. He turned to Lexi scared and then turned to look at Ash in between the shelves of the fridge. The teen looked at Cal and as well as in there, you could feel the tension in the store.
“You got any spearmint gum?” He asked, looking at you.
“I’m not sure, the gum’s over there.” You replied, pointing behind you with your thumb. Cal walked slowly past you, looking down at you which made you reach back to grab Fezco’s leg. As he got closer, Lexi walked away to the back of the store, trying to get away from him.
“This your store?” He asked, grabbing the gum packet before walking to the back of the store where Lexi was hiding.
“It’s a family business.” Fezco replied, grabbing your hand that was on his thigh.
“Do your parents own it?”
“You usually ask this many questions, man?”
He appeared back in front of you, with a bag of chips in hand. Your eyes drifted to the side a bit, sneaking a look at Lexi to see that she was unharmed but still looking down in fear.
“Just you.” Cal said, looking at Fezco.
“She tell you who I am?” He asked, nodding his head towards Lexi. His eyes drifted to you, looking at you up and down which caused you to shift in your spot. Now you know why Nate always made you feel uncomfortable. His father was the same way.
“Nah, man.” Fezco replied.
“Are you a cop?” Faye asked.
“No.” He turned to her and placed his hand back in his pocket. The shape of the gun came into view again, causing you to stand up straighter, attempting to cover up Fez a bit more. Ash was seeing this so he grabbed the cereal box and reached his hand inside to grab the gun, getting it ready to shoot. Cal’s hand moved out of the pocket to reveal a 20 dollar bill, which he slid next to you, under the register.
“Just a concerned father.” He muttered before turning around to walk back to his car. Fez stood up and walked out, watching him drive away as the lights began to flicker over him.
You walked towards the back to find Lexi but saw her run out to her bike. You followed but she paddled fast, getting far away from the store.
“Lexi!” You shouted but she kept biking away.
“Shit.” You muttered to yourself and turned around walking back inside.
“Where’s Lexi?” Fezco asked, walking inside.
“She probably went home, I don’t know but she’s long gone by now.” You sighed, leaning against the register.
“Don’t stand in front of me like that.” Fezco said harshly.
“Why not? I was just protecting yo-”
“Don’t ever stand in front of me like that… If he had a gun he would’ve shot you and that’s the last thing I wanna see. We clear?” He asked, raising his voice. You nodded and crossed your arms over your chest before walking to stand next to Faye. You didn’t talk to Fezco for the rest of the night.
Around midnight, he closed up the store so it was time to go home. The car ride was quiet and you kept looking out the window as you fidgeted with your fingers. When you arrived at the house, Ash went straight to his bedroom and Faye went directly to the couch as Fezco emptied his pockets at the front door. You went to the kitchen, looking for some water as you replayed the store scene in your head.
Fezco changed the temperature on the thermostat and walked into the living room with a shotgun. He walked across the room and closed the curtains as Faye exhaled a cloud of smoke from her blunt. You placed the empty glass in the sink and walked out of the kitchen.
“Night.” You muttered and walked towards the bedroom without looking at Fezco. You got into the shower and after into your pjs before getting comfortable in bed.
You must’ve been really tired cause you fell asleep waiting for your boyfriend cause a loud clutter woke you up. You lifted your head from the pillow to see Fezco peacefully sleeping next to you. His eyes fluttered open, immediately looking at you to check if you were okay. You rubbed your eyes as you got out of bed and opened the door to see a dark hallway.
Fezco came from behind you, gun in hand as he slowly checked every room. All that was left was the bathroom so you tiptoed towards it and slowly opened the door to see Faye. She was laying on the floor, in front of the toilet with a needle in her thigh.
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Faye whispered.
“Fez!” You called out before walking to stand next to her. He walked in a few seconds later and just stared in shock.
“I fell.” She whispered again.
“Come on, kid. Let’s get you to bed.” Fez muttered and placed his gun on top of the toilet as you kneeled next to her, carefully taking out the needle. You threw it in the sink, getting it out from everyone’s reach before helping Fez pick her up to get her in the shower. You stayed with her while the redhead looked for clean clothes to put her in. After a few minutes, Fez carried her back to the couch, pulling the knitted blanket over her as you threw away the drug residue left on the coffee table.
“Is it true you killed Mouse?” Faye whispered, causing you to whip your head to look at her.
“Go to sleep.” Fezco replied before walking towards you to tap your shoulder. You looked up and he nodded his head towards the hallway. You stood up and cleaned your hands off on your pj shorts before grabbing Fezco’s extended hand.
“You should call Custer tomorrow. See what’s gonna happen with her.” You whispered, walking into the bedroom.
“Yeah, for real, I can’t let her havin’ an OD ‘ere.” He muttered, getting into bed. You hummed, walking over to your side of your bed but stopped seeing the redhead’s back towards you.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked, making him turn on his back to look at you.
“I ain’t mad.”
“Look, I know it bothered you… what I did at the store but I’m not gonna apologize for wanting to protect you.” You said, shaking your head as you looked at the ground.
“It was obvious that he had a gun and-”
“He was gonna shoot you if he decided to whip that shit out.” Fez spoke, cutting you off.
“So? So?!” He raised his voice.
“Yeah, why does it matter?!” You raised your voice as well.
“Why?! Fuck, Y/n. You don’t understand, you don’t get it.”
“What don’t I get?!”
“That if somethin’ happened to you I would die ‘cause I can’t fuckin’ live without you!” Fezco shouted, sitting up on the bed with his back against the headboard. He sighed and rubbed his shaved head as you carefully got into bed, crawling towards him. You swung your leg over his lap and cupped his cheeks, pulling his head upward to look into his blue orbs.
“I can’t live without you either and that’s why I stepped in front of you. I’ll cover you…as many times as I need.” You whispered.
Fezco lifted his hands from your thighs and cupped your face as your hands lowered to his chest. He pulled you in and connected your lips together. They moved in perfect sync as your hands moved lower to the hem of his white t-shirt, lifting it slightly. You pulled back from the kiss and lifted his shirt over his head before going back to cup his cheeks.
The kiss continued, getting heated by the second as Fezco’s hand traveled under your shirt, touching your whole back. You pulled away once again and took your shirt off, giving him a clear view of your tits. Your nipples hardened almost immediately as you leaned in again to continue the kiss. Your hands traveled down his torso to the strings of his pajama pants to untie it before burying your hand inside to notice that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Fez grabbed your waist and turned you around so you were underneath him as his lips traveled down your neck. You began to whimper, feeling his beard scratch your skin as he continued to create hickeys over your skin. His lips trailed down chest and engulfed them around one of your nipples, sucking on it slightly. You bit your lip to contain your moan as Fezco pulled down your pajama shorts along with your underwear.
“I wanna hear you, ma. Let me ‘ear you.” Fez muttered causing you to whimper as your hands ran over his shaved head. He kept kissing lower and lower until finally reaching your navel where he gave you a peck before parting from you. His lips reconnected to yours in a soft loving kiss. Your nails went down his back and onto his lower back to begin pushing down his pants. His ass was exposed, giving you the chance to lightly squeeze it, knowing it would annoy him.
“Ey, yo, what is that?” Fezco asked in surprise as you laughed, pushing your head back while your hands went up to his shoulders.
“I had to.” You laughed hysterically as he began to laugh too, burying his head in your neck.
“Why you gotta grab it like that?”
“You have a really nice ass, Fezzy.” You laughed as one of your hands went to the top of his head and the other to the back of his neck. Fezco lifted his head and looked at you as you chuckled with a wide smile. He couldn’t help but admire you for a second.
“I love you.” He muttered as you looked into his eyes with a small grin.
“I love you too.” You whispered, tracing your fingers down his beard.
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