BTS Hard Stan Account

you couldn’t believe it had been a whole year since you had your baby boy. you and fez watched him grow. watched him take his first steps. say his first words. eat food. smile. laugh and so many other things in this short year.

‘where had all the time gone?’ you thought to yourself as the were interrupted by wyatt attempting to walk toward you on the bed with a smile on his face.

“hi my baby!happy birthday!!!” you said grabbing him before he fell and kissing his face all over making him belly laugh.

“mama!” he babbled putting a smile on your face immediately

“yes i’m mama! and you’re wyatt” you said pointing to him

“i wy!” he said pointing to himself confidently

“yes good job! now let’s go find daddy!” you dias getting out of bed

walking to the kitchen you could already smell the pancakes and bacon instantly making wyatt smile.

“bacon and pancake daddy?” wyatt said to fez as you walked into the kitchen

“yeah little man! only for my birthday boy!” he said ruffling his orange curls on his head and kissing his forehead as wyatt laughed

“and good morning to you to ma.” he said connecting your lips which didn’t last long before wyatt pushed fez away

“no my mama.” he said with a pout on his face.

“we can’t share?” fez said pretending to be hurt by his words

“no no!” wyatt said hugging your neck as you laughed

“sorry birthday boy makes the rules!” you said winking at fez as he just smiled at you too.

“cmon let’s eat! i’m starvin’!” fez said going to wake ash up as you and wyatt sat down at the table.

“good mornin’ ash!” you said as ash walked into the kitchen sitting across from you

“morning y/n! happy birthday wy!!!” he said leaning forward and giving him a fist bump which he had taught him how to do.

“god i can’t believe he’s one already. i feel like it was just yesterday that fez woke me up to you screaming at us like you were dying or sum…” ash said as he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“to be fair it felt like i was dying so…it was reasonable for me to be doing!” you said scoffing at him and turning to smile at wy which he smiled back.

“aight! my bad!” ash said in defense putting his hands up making you laugh

“all done!” wyatt said wiping his hands on the napkin in front of him

“you all done lil’ man?” fez said from his left side

“all done dada!” wyatt said smiling at him

“okay bubba let’s go get ready for your party!” you said picking wyatt from his baby chair and taking him to get bathed and dressed.

you dressed wyatt in a cute and had ash watch him for a few minutes so you and fez could get ready cause you knew you could trust ash with your life.

“you all ready ma?” fez asked walking your behind you and placing his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder.

“yeah i just can’t believe our baby is one!” you said looking at him through the mirror as tears filled your eyes

“aw don’t cry ma! shii..” he said turning you around to face him so he could hug you.

“he’s just growing too fast! i miss when he was tiny.” you said pulling back so you could look at fez

“baby he’s still little! he’s only one before you know it he’s gonna be in college!” he said nervously smiling knowing that was probably the wrong thing to say.

“college?!?! god i can’t even think about that!” you said burying your head into his chest.

“i’m sorry baby let’s just-” fez was saying before the bathroom door flew open yiu two being met with ash holding wyatt in the baby carrier which was strapped to his chest.

“guys we’re gonna be late let’s-” he said as she walked in before he looked at you and saw your current state

“you okay y/n??” he said concern immediately taking over his face.

“yeah i’m fine ash. let’s go!” you said chuckling at the sight in front of you fez doing the same as he never would’ve thought he’d see the day his tough little brother was holding his son like he was some soccer mom or something.

“you look cute by the way.” you said smirking at ash and kissing his head teasing him.

“shut up y/n.” he said smiling as he grabbed wyatt’s baby bag throwing it over his shoulder.

“you’re a good uncle bro!” fez said as he laughed locking the door behind you two.

“yeah i know you don’t need to remind me! “ he said as you laughed taking wy out of the carrier and placing him in his car seat as ash took the carrier off and got into his seat.

the drive to the hall you had rented didn’t take long. 15 minutes tops. when you pulled into a park you saw a few of your friends getting their too.

“oh my gosh there’s my nephew!!!!! happy birthday wy!!!” maddy said her heels clicking on the pavement as she came over to you as you took wyatt out of his seat

“hi mads! thank you for coming!” you said as she kissed your cheek.

“oh please anything for you two!” she said as you passed her wyatt so you could get everything else out of the car but when you turned around ash and fez had already grabbed everything.

“thank you boys!!” you said smiling at them as they nodded and smiled back.

“anything for you ma.” fez said kissing your lips as he placed his hand around your waist and you all walked inside maddy ash and wyatt in front of you.

“oh my gosh!!” you said as you walked into the hall wyatt’s party was being held in. wyatt had an obsession with bears so you guys threw him a bear birthday party.

“mama bear!” he said looking back at you from where maddy was holding him.

“yes baby bears! do you like it?” you asked him with a smile on your face

“mhm!” he hummed smiling at you

“damn y/n i’m gonna have you throw me a birthday party next year.” ash said placing down the baby bag

“shi me too. this is fire ma.” fez said smirking over at you

“thank you baby.” you said kissing his cheek

“now let’s party!!!” maddy said making wyatt laugh in her arms

everyone had arrived and the party was in suite. wyatt was laughing and smiling the entire time. wyatt had gotten so many gifts you didn’t know where you were gonna fit all of them. you couldn’t even count how many times you had cried. watching him grow up was tough. it was around 6 and everyone was starting to go home.

“you ready ma?” fez asked walking up to you as you were saying bye to maddy and rue as he held a sleeping wyatt in his arms.

“yeah babe. where’s ash?” you said tiredly looking around

“he’s already out of by car cmon baby.” he said letting your lean your head against his shoulder opposite of the one wyatt’s head was rested on.

fez lead you to the car guiding you into the passenger seat before putting wyatt carefully into his seat.

“she sleep?” ash said when fez got into the car

“yeah why?” fez said starting the car and looking at him through the mirror.

“nah just wanted to tell you that you got lucky as shit bro. you better not even fuck this shit up. cause if you do i’ll move in with y/n and leave your ass on the street.” ash said leaning back in his seat and checking on wyatt

“nah bro this is the woman i’m gonna marry,ain’t gotta worry bout nun.” he said placing his hand on your thigh as he smiled at you.

“good cause i don’t wanna lose her or wy,ever.” ash said looking at fez in the mirror.

“you ain’t got nothing to worry about then.” he said looking back at him

when you got home ash took wyatt out of his seat as fez held you bridal side to his chest and carried you inside putting you into bed.

once he laid you down he checked on ash and wyatt and saw that ash had already put him to bed.

“thanks bro. now go get some sleep.” he said giving him a hug

“ight goodnight bro. tell y/n i said goodnight too.” he said walking to his room.

“yeah i will.” he said as he checked on wyatt before turning on his white noise machine and going into your shared bedroom.

he walked into your bathroom grabbing a few makeup wipes and walked out sitting beside you and carefully wiping your makeup off of your face.

“mm thank you baby.” you said groggily as he got up to throw the wipes away

“don’t worry about it ma.” he said taking his shirt off and getting into bed beside you. his arms immediately going around your waist.

“i love you. thanks for giving me wyatt and being so good to ash and me.” he said kissing your forehead

“mm don’t worry about it baby.” you said copying him as he laughed at you

“fez.” you said as you were slowly falling asleep.

“yeah baby?” he said doing the same

“wanna have another baby?” you said sleepily

“fuck yeah i do!” he said fully awake now as he looked down at your sleeping frame and smiled.

So Soft:

Summary/Request: “Short little fez blurb about cuddling and the fact that I guarantee hes touch starved.”

Tricks:

Summary/Request: “lil thing where Even tho Fez smokes, he can’t do any smoke tricks n y/n shows him how do to O’s, ghosts etc”

Jealousy:

Summary/Request: “Can you please do a blurb where Fez gets jealous because someone is hitting on his girl right in front of him”

Artist:

Summary/Request: “Could you pls do Fez x reader where the reader draws him whenever she’s bored and one day she leaves the sketchbook on the table.”

Debt Owed:

Summary/Request: “Omg what about this reader sees Ashtray bleeding or something then she helps him and he leads her to fez and says “she’s cool and I owe her one” or something like that.”

Embroidered:

Summary/Request: “The reader has a secret gift for her man, something that she knows will make his head spin.”

State Lines:

Summary/Request: “Fezco goes on his first trip with the reader, except he’s never been on a plane before and is a bit nervous.”

Playful Pleasure:

Summary/Request: “Fezco gets a call in the middle of a very intimate moment with his girlfriend. She’s disappointed that he answers it so she makes it a bit hard for him to stay focused.”

Innocence:

Summary/Request: “smutty blurb w fez where reader is innocent and doesn’t know what to do:)”

Vivid Image:

Summary/Request: “elliot or fez fluff after reader wakes up from a nightmare??”

Be Quiet:

Summary/Request: “reader x fez where he has his hand covering her mouth while they fuck so they dont wake up ash”

Engraved:

Summary/Request: “i remember how reader got underwear w fezs name on it and he flipped i wonder what he would say if she got a tattoo of his name”

Sinful:

Summary/Request: “soft dom fezco x reader smut PLEASE I AM BEGGING.”

Intimidation:

Summary/Request: “Fez meeting reader n she’s the first girl to realllyyy tell him off m stand up to him. I can imagine classic “shut the fuck up-“ angry kisses and sex”

Mini Us:

Summary/Request: “Maybe Fezco with a breeding kink and cockwarming?”

Pillow Talk:

Summary/Request: “could you write something like some pillow talk with fez where you talk about the future like having kids, marrying, a life after drug dealing etc”

Stewing:

Summary/Request: “Comforting fez after a long day?”

Stand By Me:

Summary/Request: “how bout fez slow dancing with the reader to ‘stand by me’?”

Rager:

Summary/Request: “sex with fez at a party? (established relationships)”

Over In Five:

Summary/Request: “I’ve just read the “Elliott x reader dirty talk over the phone” and I was thinking why don’t write something like that but with fez?”

Let Me In:

Summary/Request: “'open the door’ prompt but this time with reader and fezco?”

Control:

Summary/Request: “Could you do a one shot with fez where the reader gets vibrating panties and gives him the remote?”

Squirt:

Summary/Request: “A smutty blurb with fez where he makes the reader squirt for the first time”

Big Baby:

Summary/Request: “Omg could you pls do a fez blurb where we ask to wax his legs and he’s like being a total baby while we’re doing it!!”

I Got You:

Summary/Request: “Stripper reader dating fez and he sees a customer harassing her”

First Time:

Summary/Request: “hey can i request a blurb where fez and reader are doing it for the first time?”

Facial Hair:

Summary/Request: “I had an idea that Y/N would be very sad when Fez made the decision to shave off his beard. She would literally ask if he would please let her take a picture of him before he shaves because he knows she will miss seeing him like this. It’s like an environment of pure fluff and teasing.”

Proposal:

Summary/Request: “fez proposing and being all lowkey and relaxed like at home and the reader being super excited”

Bruises and Bandaids:

Summary/Request: “I’d love to see a story of Fez getting hurt and reader taking care of him ❤️ just angst and fluff!!”

Breasts are Best:

Summary/Request: “❣️Fez. Titty fuck. That’s it. ❣️”

Tainted Seats:

Summary/Request: “Hii, can you write a story about “car sex” with fez?”

Shy:

Summary/Request: “fez confessing his feelings to the reader and he being all shy about it 🥲”

The Question:

Summary/Request: “fez proposing and being all lowkey and relaxed like at home and the reader being super excited”

Steam:

Summary/Request: “Steamy shower sex for fezco x reader? <33”

Trapped:

Summary/Request: “hi lovey, can you do a smut where you let Fez go without a condom for the first time?”

Aftermath:

Summary/Request: “Please do a realistic imagine based on the aftermath of the finale😭 no one is writing about it!!! I need the reader to be there for fez and comforting him!! I beg you!!!”

Wedding Bells:

Summary/Request: “Ok so I have an idea about a fez smut lol, like it’s fez and the readers wedding day and they’re really happy to start this new chapter in their lives together but everyone keeping pulling them aside and they don’t really get to see each other as much as they want and idk maybe ash or rue notices this and creates some kind of distraction and fez takes advantage of that and pulls the reader into a bathroom stall”

Yoga:

Summary/Request: “Fez and reader doing yoga together. Like she does yoga and stretching around the house and she gets him to try with her and eventually starts making ash do it with her. Maybe fez walks in one day with her and ash doing it in the living room”

Snacks:

Summary/Request: “the night cal showed up to the store and fez stayed up all night with the gun, him and reader are together and she stays up all night with him even though he insists but she won’t leave him alone all night. he’s stressed all night but she’s there to take care of him”

Nerd:

Summary/Request: “May I please request a Fezco x reader where his gf is a huge Star Wars nerd? (Specifically like prequel era/Clone Wars)”

Aftercare:

Summary/Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could write about aftercare with fez and make it all fluff? If not it’s totally okay!”

Mobility Aids:

Summary/Request: “Imagine Fez is dating someone with a disability/medical condition where they need help moving around or they walk slow and Fez/Ashtray are both protective over her since she needs help, especially in public or with a lot of people around her”

Concussed:

Summary/Request: “can i request an fezco x reader & ash x platonic!reader where the reader hits their head and gets a pretty bad concussion and hides it from the boys and then the reader pass out in front of them?”

Family Decisions:

Summary/Request: “Can you do A blurb with fezco and the reader and it’s an angst but then they make up?”

No Reason to Freak:

Summary/Request: “Can you write a Fezco blurb where the reader comes out as being Bi to him.”

Be Discrete:

Summary/Request: “Fezco angst x100000. I just need to be in my sad and angry element atm lol”

Trust:

Summary/Request: “prompts: good girl, that’s it. spread your legs. eyes on me. i can’t seem to get enough of you. do you know how you make me feel? right there that’s it.”

Blocked:

Summary/Request: “Fezco fic where reader and him are trying to spend “time” together and everyone keeps cockblocking?”

The Play:

Summary/Request: “Can you do a fez x reader where lexi put a fez and reader bit in her play I will just want to now what that would be. "It the only couple that made me believe in love” said lexi"

Words:

Summary/Request: “fezco, Friends with benefits, soft dom if ya can :) “Use your words” and “did I stutter?””

Matching:

Summary/Request: “SUGAR DADDY SUGAR BABY FEZCO”

Drunk and High Enough:

Summary/Request: “Fezco, 21 💕💕”

Invitation:

Summary/Request: “Can you please do a fezco x shy reader. I don’t really care about the plot of the story I just love this trope :)”

Faking It:

Summary/Request: "Wondering if you would write something about faking an O"

Impatient:

Summary/Request: "Teasy Fezco with a lil smut mayhaps and also the line “are you blushing?”"

Cool It:

Summary/Request: "6 + 7 for Nate or fez!! ❤️"

Sunshine:

Summary/Request: "i was wondering if you could write smth like fezco x sunshine reader who has a rlly close platonic bond with ash and they’re both v protective of her"

Bathroom Counter:

Summary/Request: "new yrs sex w fez after he beat nate's ass<3"

Take a Breather:

Summary/Request: "Can you write a blurb with him with the prompts 8. 'I really don’t like you.’ - 'And I really don’t believe you.’ and 15. 'How does that feel?’"

Dangerous Woman:

Summary/Request: "I really loved loved loved loved loved your Dangerous Woman fic (I miss when Euphoria was so hyped) so I wanted to request a Fezco x dealer!reader?"

Rabbits:

Summary/Request: "i live for the fez x reader x (platonic) ash. i love when ash and reader banter and tease eachother 😭"

Uncle:

Summary/Request: "PLS MORE FEZ X READER X ASH(PLATONIC) THEY ARE SOOOO CUTE"

Spoiled:

Summary/Request: "'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!'"

Thick Thighs:

You got to this party with Fez, Ash, and Rue. The house was packed, but there was still space on the couch. Rue disappeared into the party while Ash settled outside to deal, leaving you and Fez together. "You look good," Fez offers you a shy smile, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at the compliment. "Thanks. I'm gonna get a drink. You want anything?" You stand and look down at where he's seated. "Nah, I'm good." Fez gazes up at you trying to keep his eyes on your face. With the dress you were wearing, Fez thinks he should've been given a medal for resisting the urge to look you up and down. "Alright. I'll be back."

Drink in hand, you made your way back to where Fez was, but you stop in your tracks. Where you previously sat was Lexi. She and Fez were talking, and you watched her say something that made him laugh. An uneasy feeling settled on your chest, jealousy simmering at the sight of Lexi holding his attention. Downing your entire drink, you headed back to the kitchen for a refill before walking out the house. You couldn't shake how at ease Fez was talking to Lexi, how his smile looked bigger as he kept eye contact with her.

You hand Ash the blunt before standing up. "I'm gonna head back in to get another drink." Ash rolls his eyes at you before muttering a 'yeah whatever' under his breath. Ash didn't know what exactly made you upset enough to need a distraction, but he knew his brother had something to do with it. Ash swears Fez can be an idiot sometimes, so fucking oblivious to the fact that the bestfriend he's been crushing on actually wants him too. If Fez ruins your friendship, Ash swears he might have to beat his brother up. Ash liked having you around, and he knows you won't be able to stand hanging out anymore if things get complicated because of the tension your mutual feelings have made.

You walk back to the house, trying your best not to glance at the couch. Fez caught sight of you walking past, wondering where you've been. "Yo Y/N!" He called out, but you ignored him. He wanted to get up to follow you, but Lexi brought him back into conversation. You stumble back out of the house again with another drink before bumping into Kat and Ethan. "Hey! You're here," you giggle before wrapping your arms around Kat. "And you're drunk," Kat says, laughing as she returns your hug. You shrug your shoulders at her before waving at Ethan who smiles back at you. He then turns, motioning to another person. Ethan introduces his friend, a tall brunette who nods his head at you.

The brunette keeps you company as you chug drink after drink. You would've remembered his name, but in your current state, you really couldn't be bothered to. He keeps talking, trying to get to know you while he tells you about himself. You try to remain polite, pretending to register what he was saying, but the drunker you got the more inconsequential everything became. From where you stood, you could still see Fez. Something about him seeming to not care about you not coming back, pissed you off. You couldn't help but frown. Of course he only saw you as a friend. It was stupid of you to think that all those times you've spent together, just lounging on his couch or spending time in their store, actually meant something other than friends keeping each other company. Somehow the daze you were in coupled by the lingering sadness, gave way to anger. You know what, fuck that. If Fez didn't like you then there was no point in holding back. You were waiting on nothing. Finishing your drink in one gulp, you turn to the brunette. "You wanna dance?" You cut whatsisname off, not waiting for his answer before grabbing his hand.

Fez watched you make your way to where everyone was dancing. The clench of his jaw was immediate as he saw you saunter in with a guy who was shamelessly staring at your ass. Fez had his brows furrowed as you started dancing. You were tipsy and high, and where the guy put his hands was no longer your concern. You were, however, hyperaware of Fezco's lingering glare. The bawling of his fist was notable, the veins on his arm straining. You couldn't help but smirk. Fuck, Fez looked good like this. The satisfaction of pissing him off was becoming an addicting buzz. With the way Fez was staring you down, a silent threat looming behind his eyes, you felt all tingly. You send a wink his way as you pressed closer to the guy, swaying your hips, and subtly grinding on him with his arms around your waist.

Lexi had excused herself to go find Cassie, and Fez merely nodded in acknowledgement. He hadn't broken eye contact with you, even as you turned your head, whispering something in the ear of the dickwad he wanted nothing more than to punch unconscious. Fez saw you two try to make your way out, but he was quick to grab your hand. "Where the fuck are you going Y/N?" Fez didn't know whether to get angrier or to be amused at your playful smile. Clearly, this was a game to you and you were enjoying his attention, even if it was laced with annoyance. "I'm going home with him." The smirk on your face doesn't falter even as Fez becomes even more intimidating. "Dude, let go of her." The brunette tries to meddle, and Fez glares at him. "She came here with me. Ain't no fucking way she's going anywhere with you," Fez spat, and before the other guy could respond, you were already being pulled away.

"Fez let me go!" You try to wiggle out of his grip as you struggled to keep up with him. He doesn't let up and ignores you. "Yo Ash! Let's get out of here," Fez calls out to his brother who grabs his bag and hurries to the car. The ride was quiet at first, but you were still a bit dopey from the weed, so you couldn't help but giggle in the backseat. "Why you acting like that shit was funny?" Fez snapped, his grip on the steering wheel tight. "Because it was," you bite back. "I was having fun with that guy then you come dragging me away like a fucking lunatic. Why didn't you just stay on the damn couch? Seemed like you were having the time of your life anyways." Fez caught you rolling your eyes through the rearview mirror. "The hell is that supposed to mean?" You huff at his reply. You were drunk, but you weren't about to confess to Fez now. It's not like this was the right time to tell him you were really into him, and that the stunt you pulled tonight was because you were jealous. "Whatever. Just take me home," you say as you slump back in your seat. "You're drunk and still high, so no. Sober up at our place."

Angel

Terrified

Mixed drinks and smoke rings - no new friends wrong place, wrong time everyone's business family portrait molly was a friend of mine downfalls kill the wolf part 8 I got you, babe this is going to hurt this hope is an anchor for my soul vodka and vulnerability the wrath of god has nothing on a mother what doesn't hold is bound to break You got a friend in me

Medicine

Mount Everest (series)

Godspeed- part 1 part 2 part 3

Wicked games

Angels and demons

Alone with you- part 1 part 2

Don't touch my girl- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

How to be a gentleman

Always my girl could you

Temptation and retribution

Answers to questions that are too obvious

New years chaos

The (over) protective pair

Baby can you see the tears (AO3 series)

Spellbound

Death by a thousand cuts

Unexpected high

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Take care

Since I've been loving you- I II III IV

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Dance Lessons

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Since you were five-years-old, you and Fezco had been best friends. Practically inseparable. Two halves of a whole.

He’d been your first kiss in kindergarten, and when you were sixteen and he seventeen—your first time.

It'd started out with the two of you lying together on the couch watching a movie, you pressed against his side, his arm around you, which had led to him tickling you on the floor, to him gently moving his hand under your shirt. And then he'd been given your blessing to remove each item of your clothing one-by-one until you were naked before him.

He'd seen you undressed before—more times than he could count—from you just getting out of the shower and raiding his closet for a t-shirt to wear to bed, dropping your towel right in front of him as you dressed, to you trying on clothes in front of him.

Not to mention the summer before, when there'd been a three-day blackout and the apartment had gotten to damn-near a hundred degrees. So the two of you had—through nervous giggles—stripped down naked and hold up in his room, lying on his bed and just talking. For hours.

You'd cursed the power when it came back on.

But this instance had been different. Context mattered. The most intimate thing the two of you had done before this was making out with tongue, his hands never touching any other part of you than your face or hips.

And so the both of you had spent the next fifteen minutes on the floor with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his face between your thighs. When you had finished, him kissing you there a few times, he'd rested his chin on your pelvic bone, smiling up at you.

He'd then gotten up, him taking your hand in his as he led you to his bedroom and the two of you had made love.

He'd been slow, gentle, sweet. His fingers twined between yours, soft kisses shared between the two of you as he eased himself in and out of you, telling you more times than you could count how much he loved you.

You'd cried after, tears of happiness, as he held you in his arms, pressed against his chest.

And that night something permanently shifted between the two of you. What you had, had become so much more than friendship. You couldn't even call it love, because you'd already had that before the sex.

Perhaps falling in love? But you'd already felt that toward him beforehand.

In the end, neither of you felt a need to put a label on what you had, what you were. You loved each other and that was all that mattered.

The two of you were faithful to one another. You didn't even look in another's direction. Your eyes were only for each other.

And you took care of him and he you.

You grew up in a rough household, which was putting it lightly. You showed up to Fez's with fresh bruises fairly regularly, until one day he'd had enough.

Eventually, the day came when he'd put his foot down and told you that you were moving in and that was the end of it. You'd agreed easily.

Fez wasn’t going to tolerate his abusive behavior toward you just on principal, but the fact he’d endured such treatment himself…your dad was lucky that Fez had let him live so long.

So, he'd driven you home, gathered your things—what little you had—loading them all into his car, but just before leaving, your dad had showed up, high as a kite, screaming that you weren't going anywhere.

He'd grabbed you, and hit you right in front of Fezco.

You'd never seen Fez lose his temper before that day. He'd hauled off on your dad, and when he released you, Fez had told you sternly to get in the car and to stay there.

You'd watched, trembling, as he beat your father to a bloody pulp. He'd then grabbed the back of his head by his hair, forcing him to look to the passenger side where you sat and he brought his mouth close to his ear, pointing to you, his top lip in a permanent sneer as he said something to him. Your dad had nodded fervently before Fezco let him go, his face smacking off of the pavement when he did.

He'd then walked around to the driver's side and sped away, holding your hand in his the entire time he drove the two of you back to what was now your new home.

Your hands had been trembling, but not out of fear of him. No, you were never afraid of him.

Rather afraid of your father calling the police on Fez just to get even.

Thankfully, that never happened.

You'd lightly ran the fingers of your opposite hand over his bloodied knuckles and he'd shrugged—reading your mind. "Be alright. He finally got what he had comin'."

That night, you'd showered with him, gently washing the blood from his face, tending to his now-swollen knuckles. He'd told you not to bother, but after, you'd put antibiotic ointment on them, wrapped them in clean bandages, and held a bag of frozen vegetables against them as the two of you lied in bed in silence.

Your being so quiet had made Fez uneasy. You were always talking his ear off—which he adored. But he knew you feared men; understood it. Your father had instilled such a feeling inside of you at a young age.

He'd never forget the one and only time you'd flinched at his touch.

When you were younger, you'd hid it well—your at-home life—but one day, when you were thirteen, the two of you had been hanging out at the shop, and you'd been helping Ash stock shelves. At one point, you'd turned and Fez had been behind you. He'd lifted his hand to grab something off the top shelf and you'd flinched so hard you'd slammed your head into the display, nearly knocking it over.

You'd burst into tears near-instantly, running into the back and locking yourself in the bathroom for nearly an hour.

He'd stood on the other side of that door, fighting back tears himself just from hearing you in so much pain. He'd begged softly for you to please let him in—all he wanted was to hold you—but you'd told him, quietly, that you didn't want to be touched at that moment.

He'd understood, but it had still stung. He wanted to be a safe place for you. A safe person. A safe man.

Once you had finally come out, your eyes and nose both red from crying, you'd slowly looked up to him and his eyes had been full of a feeling you couldn't place. Sympathy? Pity?

You later realized it had been love.

He'd sat you down and you finally told him everything.

He'd never been more angry in his entire life, but he didn't show that to you. Not for a moment. He never ever wanted you afraid of him. Not for one fucking second.

So you lying there next to him, completely silent... He couldn't not do—say—something.

He rolled over, setting the bag of vegetables to the side and he gently caressed your cheek. "I never meant to scare you. 'M sorry if-"

You raised your head up enough to press your lips to his, cutting him off. You kissed him long and deep and he let you, enjoying every moment.

When you pulled away, you gently ran your fingers through the beginnings of a beard that he was trying to grow. "I'm not scared of you."

He'd studied you for a moment, running the fingers of his injured hand through your soft hair, his eyes looking into yours before he finally pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering to you that he loved you before the two of you fell asleep, his body wrapped around your own.

Adjusting to living with Fez hadn't been all that difficult. You already spent nearly every day over there with him and Ash, cleaning, cooking, sometimes decorating. You'd even occasionally buy fresh flowers to put in cheap vases on the windowsill—Fez refusing to throw them out until they were brown and wilting. But you still worried, nonetheless, that he would eventually tire of you; deeming that he'd made a mistake in asking you to live with him.

Hanging out regularly was one thing. Being around each other every waking and non-waking moment of every day something else entirely. And what would Ash think?

Your fears of Ash feeling like you were just barging into he and his brother's home—because that's what the two of them practically were to one another—was put to rest the next morning, with Ash telling you over breakfast that it was "'bout damn time" and that he had apparently told Fez once that the two of them should've "taken your old man out a long time ago" after you showed up with a black eye one night.

Fez had only smirked, shrugging, replying with a "maybe so", brushing his foot against yours under the table.

In truth, it made Ash very happy to see the both of you together—whether you both wanted to call it "being together" or not—he thought it incredibly stupid that the two of you didn't just call yourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.

He'd never say it out loud, but he saw you as a maternal figure, and he was grateful to have you around all the time now. He told Fez it was just so they wouldn't have to worry about where to bury your dad's body anymore, but in reality...clean sheets, freshly-washed clothes, and hot dinners every night were a really nice thing to have. And there'd been that one time you'd taken care of him when he came down with the flu and spent the next three days puking up his fucking guts.

The three of you may've been small and all coming from broken homes, but together you made what felt like one big family.

You didn't mind—never had, really—that Fez was a drug-dealer. He'd talked to you about it a few days after your fully settling in, telling you that you living there was putting you at risk.

It'd been different when you were just there hanging out; if the police busted in, you could easily feign ignorance of his...business ventures.

He made it clear that he wanted you there, but understood if you left because you had some place better to live.

Even if the both of you knew you had nowhere else to go.

He told you if SWAT busted down the door, or he was arrested, you'd go down right alongside him as an accomplice. That no matter how much he may want to, he wouldn't be able to protect you from the cops, especially if he himself were behind bars.

You'd simply climbed into his lap, straddling him, and told him there was nowhere else you'd rather be—risk of arrest notwithstanding.

He loved you for it—loving him despite who and what he was—but the feeling that you deserved better was always there. But if you wanted to be there, he wasn't going to waste his breath trying to convince you otherwise.

Refusing to do so was the most selfish thing he'd probably ever done. Because you were his whole world and he didn't want to lose you. He wanted you there, with him.

Gradually, those lines between best friends and something more—maybe lovers—began to blur.

You'd given each other pecks on the lips before and told each other "love you" numerous times, but those pecks turned into deeper kisses, longer. "Love you" turned into "I love you".

The first time he'd seen you naked had been an accident. You'd just gotten out of the shower and had walked into his room to dress. He'd been unaware you were naked when he had pushed the cracked door open, leaning in the doorway, asking if you wanted to get takeout that night—Ash offering to go pick it up.

He'd froze when he saw you clutching one of his t-shirts to your middle, every inch of your naked frontside visible to him.

It was like his mind had short-circuited in that moment and all he could manage to do was stare. And stare. Eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open.

And while you hadn't frozen, you stood there anyway, wanting him to look at you. Finally, he had walked over, gently taking the t-shirt from your grip before unfolding it and slipping it on over your head. You looked up to him, tucking your hair back behind your ears, now slightly embarrassed. "Chinese sounds good."

He smiled down at you.

Over time, you started wearing more and more of Fez's clothes. Mostly to bed. And only ever just t-shirts. You eventually stopped bothering with panties. And he certainly noticed when you were in the kitchen, reaching for a glass on the top shelf of a cabinet. He told himself for the longest time he'd move them down lower, but never did.

He had offered to sleep on the pullout couch when you first moved in, telling you that his bed was all yours if you wanted it, but you'd instead asked "what if we just slept together". He liked that idea much better.

He himself usually slept naked, but opted for wearing boxers to bed for awhile for your sake. One night, however, he took them off beforehand, heart pounding, but curious what your reaction might be to him doing so. You'd merely glanced up to him, flushed, then said, "oh" before looking back to the book you were currently reading.

After he climbed into bed beside you, you eventually gave up on the page you'd tried to read five times in a row and decided to lie down for the night as well. It was almost three a.m. before you found sleep.

The next night, as payback—rather, you wanted to be naked beside him, but never would admit that out loud—you had come into the bedroom, Fez playing something on his Xbox, and shut the door behind you before reaching down to the hem of his t-shirt you had on and pulling it off, tossing it on the floor.

All you could remember was him cursing as he lost the round, his attention now firmly elsewhere.

And then it became nightly: the two of you going to bed naked, but never doing anything more intimate than talking before going to sleep.

Sometimes each of you would wake up with the other wrapped around you, but when morning came, neither of you said anything about it. It was just the way things were. Sometimes the two of you found each other in your sleep. Sometimes not.

Fez tried to drive you to and from school as much as possible, but between the shop and dealing, it wasn't always feasible, since he needed to be home a lot. You understood that, but always felt giddy when you saw his black Impala in the parking lot. Him usually leaning against the passenger side smoking, waiting for you.

Others would stare as you ran into his arms, squealing as he picked you up and spun you around—your legs wrapped around his middle—but neither of you paid your classmates any mind.

He'd drive you back home with his hand between your thighs, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your leg, his other hand resting over the steering wheel.

The one time you'd taken his hand and moved it under your panties instead, he'd swerved into another lane, nearly causing a wreck. You'd sheepishly apologized, and never did it again.

He'd merely told you with a laugh "Lemme know next time you're gonna do something like that, baby, so I can pull over first".

Sometimes, neither of you could wait that fifteen minute drive back home and he'd pull off into a secluded spot off the main road and you'd climb into his lap, unbuckling his belt, him pulling your panties to the side under your dress as he eased into you.

You both prayed your birth control had worked every time he came inside of you.

He had promised you in the dark of the bedroom one night, however, that if one day it didn't, he'd take care of you. Both of you. If that's what you wanted.

You'd pressed your naked body even closer to his and whispered that it would be.

After school, once your homework was completed, you'd sometimes clean the apartment, the windows open and your favorite music drifting down the hall as you checked in on his grandma every once in awhile, making sure she was alright.

Other times, you'd go to the shop with him and watch as he worked. Once, shortly before closing, you'd been sitting atop a freezer in the front near the register, which housed various types of ice-cream. Fez had been between your legs, which were wrapped around his middle, your panties already in his pocket. You'd had your fingers clutching the gold chain around his neck, holding him in place as the two of you kissed, his hands gripping your bare hips under your dress, your slickness making a wet spot on the front of his jeans.

Until you were rudely interrupted by a boy you went to school with, but had never bothered learning the name of. He was tall, brunet, with an unhappy look on his face as he watched the two of you.

"Could somebody ring me up already?" He said, voice full of impatience, if not also a hint of disgust.

Not that either of you cared.

Fez had given you a peck on the nose and stepped away with a "back to work; you gotta stop distracting me, shawty" before bagging his things and sending him on his way.

You laughed, since he was the one who'd lifted you onto the cooler in the first place, and stealing your panties had been all his idea.

The guy had given you a dirty look as he left, but as soon as Fezco had his lips on your neck and his hand between your thighs, you quickly forgot about him.

When Fez was making deals in the apartment, you were always instructed to stay in the bedroom with the door locked, and for you to stay quiet. You never argued, understanding he sometimes did business with some very nasty and dangerous people.

You feared for his safety at times, but he was good at what he did and had never had any negative altercations thus far.

And he was always packing.

Which may or may not have turned you on all the more when you were in his lap and could feel a gun in his waistband.

You once told him as much and his brows had raised, a quite-surprised expression overtaking his features. "really?" he asked in disbelief. All it had taken was moving his hand between your legs and a "really" in reply before the two of you had sex right there on the couch. Twice.

After that day, he began cleaning his guns a lot more often, right in front of you. You usually just smirked and laughed about it, but it always got him his desired result—you inevitably coming over and silently taking his hand, leading him into the bedroom.

There had been a night when the two of you were in the middle of having sex when someone had started pounding on the front door. You'd immediately froze, staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

Ash had been outside your door immediately, telling Fez to get a gun—he already had his—and come find out who it is.

Fez had slipped out of you, quickly dressing, telling you to stay put as he hid a pistol in the back of his pants, exiting the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.

You'd walked silently over to the door, pressed your ear up against it, and listened for something—anything. Praying whatever was about to transpire...if it ended badly, that it would be for the other party.

You heard male voices. You were unable to make out what was being said, but the voices weren't raised, and the door hadn't been slammed or kicked in. So you'd gone back to bed, now a bit calmer, and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

But you had fucked up in forgetting to lock the door.

When Fez found Mouse in the bedroom, looking down at you sleeping—thankfully clutching blankets to your front, only your back bare—his hand brushing some hair out of your face, tracing his knuckles along your soft cheek, Fez had filled with murderous rage.

"Get. Out. This room is off fuckin' limits."

Mouse had only glanced back to him. "Door was unlocked, homes. Told you I was lookin' for the bathroom. Guess I chose the wrong room," he said with a shrug.

Fez took a step closer. "Told you it was at the very end of the hall. This look like the end of the fuckin' hall to you?"

He was beginning to raise his voice and you stirred in your sleep, then settled again. Mouse turned a bit more toward him, raising a finger to his lips. Then, "She's fuckin' fine, man. Looks like you got yourself some A1 pussy, if I say so myself." He smirked. "Ever think of sharin' with a brother?"

If Fez didn't get him out of the bedroom and even further away from you, and soon, he was going to commit a felony.

"I don't fuckin' share, so no."

When Mouse looked back to him, not liking his tone, he immediately took note of the gun that was now-visible in his front waistband, his t-shirt tucked behind it.

Mouse then looked into his eyes, the two of them staring one another down for just a moment, before Mouse finally stepped away from you. "Normally, I wouldn't tolerate that threat shit. But I'll give you a pass tonight. I know how it can be when a bitch got you wrapped around her finger."

As they stepped back out into the hall, Fez locking, then closing the door behind him, he gave Mouse a simple reply: "Don't ever fuckin' talk about her like that again."

Rue becomes the first person Fez eventually refuses to deal to.

She doesn't take kindly to his refusal, and you can see how much her reaction to it hurts him—the obscenities she screams at him, yelling that he was the one who had made her into what she had become. All you could do was press yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around him, waiting for her to leave.

He'd leaned his head against one of the walls in the hall and whispered "I did the right thing, right?" to you, which you had replied that he had, that this was the best thing for her, and that you loved him.

But that day hadn't been the last time either of you would see her. Your dislike for her grows as she gets Fez involved in her own personal issues with your fellow classmates, like Nate Jacobs. The same boy who'd given you both such a nasty look the day you'd been enjoying one another's company atop the cooler.

Nate comes by one day, once again late at night, and Fez makes it clear that he's to stay clear of Rue and her friend, Jules.

Nate had insulted Fez, then had asked, after Fez had threatened his life—staring at you all the while—if the list of people he was to stay away from included anybody else, or if 'lil' miss white-trash-beautiful' was free game.

You'd raced over to Fez before he could do something he would end up regretting as he quickly stepped around the register, taking both of his hands in yours, telling him what Nate had said didn't matter and to just let it go—let him go. You'd begged him to just look at you, but he refused to do so until Nate had finally driven away.

And then he had. He'd removed his right hand from yours and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gripping your chin in his fingers, before looking into your eyes. "If he ever comes near you again, I won't hesitate to put his ass six feet in the fuckin' ground".

You never told him how wet that one comment alone had made you. He didn't need anymore encouragement to go after and kill him.

And then the cops had raided the apartment and you, Fez, and Ash had scrambled to flush all the drugs down the toilet, Fez panicking, telling you to climb out one of the windows, but you refused to leave the two of them.

And that night was the first time you'd not only had a gun pointed at you, but the first time you'd ended up in cuffs.

You and Ash had sat on the floor while the police questioned Fezco for the next over an hour about where the drugs were, all while he played stupid.

And then the cops had laid into you, telling you that they could help you—get you away from your "abusive lowlife boyfriend", that they could "get you into rehab if he had you strung out, if you'd just cooperate". You did just as you and Fez had rehearsed and used tears to your benefit, telling them you didn't have any idea what they were talking about. That the three of you had just been getting ready to make dinner when they'd torn your home apart.

That Fez loved you.

And then you took the lie a step further, telling them to please uncuff you. Your stomach hurt and you were worried all of this stress was going to make you miscarry. You'd begged them—you couldn't lose your baby.

Fez had sat there frozen, completely fucking petrified, staring at you, a thousand thoughts going through his head. The most prominent among them? He'd nearly gotten you killed all over a few grand in narcotics. You, and your and his baby both.

The sob story hadn't deterred the police in their interrogation. The most they'd done was uncuff your hands, which you'd then gingerly placed over your stomach.

Once the police had left, Fez had dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing his hands to your stomach, asking over and over again if you were ok, if the baby was ok.

Ash had called him "fuckin' stupid", asking if he'd really believed that.

Fez had looked up to you confused and your face went red with embarrassment. "I thought it would get them out faster."

Hurt flashed across his features then, and you felt sick with yourself.

That night, you'd apologized profusely in bed, but so did he.

In the end, the both of you decided there was nothing which needed forgiven.

Fez admitted, only for a moment, that the thought of the two of you having a baby had actually...excited him, even if he worried about what sort of life he could provide for the both of you.

And then you'd told him when the time came, the both of you would figure that out together; it wasn't all on him. And then you had had sex. And for the first time, even if it was incredibly stupid of him, Fez hoped something more would come from it.

When you'd expressed fear to Fez of what would happen with people he owed money and product to now that he couldn't pay them, he'd merely told you that he'd "take care of it".

When he came back home one night with a few grand in a duffel bag, you never asked where it had come from. You'd just helped him count and hide it.

And then you had washed his bloody clothes, telling him to also shower to remove the evidence of whatever he had done.

Fez hadn't told you his intentions for the New Year's Eve party at Virgil's. He'd simply told you that the three of you were going to have a good time. And on the way there, he'd promised to kiss you at midnight, earning a groan from Ash in the backseat, which had made you laugh.

As the clock struck closer to that time, however, Fez had excused himself from the couch the two of you were seated on, saying he was getting up to get a drink. You'd tensed up as you watched him and Nate converse for a moment, Nate looking at you for a moment.

And that's when Fez had busted a bottle over his head.

Nate had fallen to the floor, Fez climbing on top of him and beating him within an inch of his life.

You'd stood by, horrified, as Nate's face became more and more bloodied and swollen. It took two guys to pull Fez away and once they had, he'd quickly grabbed your hand, leading you out of the house, Ash already waiting in the car.

And that's when you realized it had all been pre-planned.

You'd asked him why on the way home, and he'd told you his theory that, after him threatening Nate, he'd been the one to call the cops. And him making a vulgar comment about you—once again—had been the last straw.

You and Fez fucked until you were sore that night.

Some weeks later, Nate's dad showed up and Ash beat the living hell out of him with the butt-end of a rifle every time he got smart as Fez questioned him, until blood was pouring from the top of his head.

The more he and Fez talked, the more confused every one of you grew. By the end, Fez had something monumental over Cal—and you supposed, by extension, Nate, as this getting out would ruin the entire Jacobs family—he'd made a sex-tape with Jules. He'd said at one point that he "didn't know". Fez had of course misinterpreted what he'd meant.

But you understood.

Either he was lying, or he truly hadn't known she was a minor. Either way, he had made a disc which contained...something that would land him in prison for perhaps the rest of his life. And if he was anything like his son, maybe he would deserve it.

You, Fez, and Ash had stayed up most of the night in the living room, Little House playing softly in the background as the three of you debated what to do with the new information you’d been given.

Ash wanted to report him to the police—destroy his and Nate’s life. Mostly Nate’s for the raid, which you were sure Ash would never get past.

You wanted to sit on it. You didn’t want to do anything rash. Not yet. You weren’t even sure that—once he was out of the hospital—you wanted Nate aware of what you all now knew about his father. It would’ve provided some sick sense of satisfaction to throw such a thing in his face, sure. But he’d—at least most likely—called the cops on you all once already.

There was no telling what he might do if you blew his entire life up in the worst way possible.

As for Fez, he’d stated the obvious: unless you all got ahold of a copy of that disc, what you all knew didn’t mean shit. Only having solid proof of what Cal had done would get you anywhere.

And so the subject was dropped. But it was always there, waiting. As was the paranoia of Nate going a step further in getting revenge after what had happened during New Years.

You lost a bit of sleep over it all for a few weeks.

That constant stress loomed over your head of losing everything.

And you knew if Nate did it—if he sought vengeance again—it would be the last time. Fezco would kill him. And you’d do whatever was asked of you to help. Even though you knew Fez would never involve you in such a thing.

He’d already tried to destroy the life you all had worked so hard to build and keep ahold of once. It wasn’t going to happen again.

But, surprisingly, once Nate had recovered and was back at school…nothing happened.

And just as you were beginning to grow comfortable again, Mouse was beginning to become more and more of a problem. Constantly pushing for Fez to sell more product and earn more money and give him a bigger cut.

Until the night Ash killed him with a hammer.

You’d been locked in the bedroom, same as always, some cheesy romance movie on TV which was slowly putting you to sleep, until you heard yelling.

You’d jolted awake, heart racing, fear running through you.

And then you’d done something very stupid.

You’d gone in the closet, retrieved one of Fez’s glocks and exited the bedroom. You’d stepped quietly down the hall—silent as can be, your heart pounding in your ears—then peeked around the corner and you had froze when you saw it.

Mouse was dead, Custer and Ash screaming at each other—blood pouring from Custer’s nose, which was now a bloody mess.

Ash insistent that, had he not done it, Mouse would’ve shot Fez.

You’d gasped, dropping the gun. It thumped against the floor, making all three of them turn toward you as you covered your mouth, tears now slipping from your eyes as you choked back panicked sobs.

Fez quickly stepped over to you, turning you away from the gruesome sight before you as he held you against his chest with one hand, the other coming up to cup the back of your head. He’d whispered soothing words, telling you—promising you—that everything would be ok. That he would explain it all to you later. But, for right now, he needed you to go back in the bedroom and not come back out until he told you otherwise.

You’d looked up to him, your chin wobbling, and nodded, turning to go back down the hall.

You had nightmares for weeks afterward. About Mouse not actually being dead and coming to kill all three of you. Or about the cops coming to take Fezco and Ash away. Once, you’d had a dream about Fezco standing over you with a pistol. You’d shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, a gunshot ringing in your ears.

You never told him about the last one.

The others you weren’t exactly able to hide. The two of you usually fell asleep with you in his arms, pressed close to his chest, his thigh wedged between both of your legs. So when you would start to whine or cry or thrash in your sleep…well, it obviously woke him as well. And usually it took the better part of an hour for him to calm you enough before you managed to fall back asleep.

You drug at school most days, daydreaming about getting back home, stripping, and crawling beneath the covers for a couple of hours before getting up to make dinner and do your homework.

Until you started waking to dinner having been prepared for you and Ash having done your homework, even if you insisted that him doing so wasn’t necessary—he had enough on his plate. But he usually just brushed such insistence off.

Eventually, the nightmares started to lessen and you did your best to forget about Mouse. About that night. And your life, once again, returned to normal.

The most exciting thing that even occurred came a few weeks later: the news coming to light that Nate had apparently been hooking up with Cassie while he and Maddy were broken up…or on a break…or whatever they were. You didn’t really care.

And then had come Lexi’s play, where she’d seemingly cast knock-off versions of all of her friends and their friends and aired all of their dirty laundry for the whole school to see.

You’d skipped it, but had heard bits-and-pieces about it around school. A small part of you even wished that you had gone to it just to see Maddy and Cassie beating the crap out of each other on-stage, if nothing else.

Instead, you had stayed home with Fez and Ash, the three of you eating dinner and then playing Monopoly, which you were sure Ash had cheated at, but you couldn’t prove how.

Fez had tried to bribe you into selling him your properties through the promise of whispered sexual favors—Ash yelling for him to ‘knock it the fuck off’, and that he ‘wasn’t being fair’. You’d given him Park Place without qualms and it had earned you half an hour of oral once you were both in bed for the night.

Boardwalk had earned you him tying you up and having his way with you. He’d asked how, exactly, that was supposed to be considered you winning something for yourself when he was getting to have all the fun, but you’d replied simply by spreading your legs and calling him daddy.

He’d had no idea what to do with that other than laugh.

You’d flushed out of embarrassment, having never called him that before, but he’d made love to you for over an hour anyway.

During the summer, between your junior and senior year, the best day of your life happened. Up until that point, that is, at least.

You’d gone out to run a few errands—Fez and Ash continuously sending you things they’d forgotten to ask you to pickup before you’d left—your fuse growing shorter with every item you had to backtrack in the Impala to go get.

When you finally got back to the apartment, ready to explode once you got through the door, you’d stopped, all anger leaving you when you took in the sight before you.

The windows were open, the apartment spotless, and candles and flowers everywhere. And right in front of you was Fezco, down on one knee, a small box with a ring inside in his trembling hand.

You’d dropped the groceries you’d been holding, your hands coming up to rest over your mouth as tears welled in your eyes.

You’d stepped closer, until he took your left hand in his, and he said so many sweet and loving things.

He told you how you were the love of his life, how you held his heart in the palms of your hands, how you were the only woman he had and would ever want. He told you how desperate he was to start the rest of his life with you as his wife, how he wanted to give you his name—the first of many things he wanted to give you—or, rather, continue to give you as he had already done so much for you.

And you’d dropped to your knees and kissed him, deeply. And you had of course said yes. And he’d slid the simple diamond ring on your finger that he’d found at a pawnshop almost an hour of town (he’d scoured all the ones nearby, but nothing had seemed right—none had been the one for you), until one was.

And then you’d made love right there on the floor.

Senior year, you stayed to yourself. You didn’t bother making friends with the other students, or seeing what their lives were like. You wanted no part in any of that—their breakups and fights and stupid shallow drama. You just focused on your life with Fez and Ash and their grandma, Marie.

You and Fez had actually gotten married two weeks after his proposal. It felt strange—sitting in the middle of English class as you filled out worksheets and kids snickered amongst themselves in the back—when you glanced down to your wedding ring, knowing you were now someone’s wife.

And you’d never felt happier.

A little over a month before graduation, you found out you were pregnant. And when you told Fez, presenting him with a custom-made t-shirt which said ‘Best Dad on the West Coast’, he’d cried, pressing kiss after kiss to your stomach, promising he would be the best father he could be.

You’d given Ash a similar gift, but instead of ‘dad’, it had said ‘brother’—since you considered him a sort of surrogate son—and he’d taken the t-shirt, nodding his head, his brows furrowed, and had excused himself after muttering ‘thanks’, and you knew it was so he could go cry in private.

When you graduated, the two of them, even Faye and Custer, had been in the crowd and they’d screamed…unbelievably loud as you walked the stage. You’d smiled so wide it made your cheeks hurt and all five of you had taken at least a hundred pictures after.

And then you’d all gone to dinner, Faye and Custer giving you a graduation gift, which had actually been a cute onesie for the baby, which said ‘mommy’s girl, daddy’s world’ on the front, causing tears to gush from your eyes, which you then blamed on the hormones.

You’d then all gone bowling and Custer had somehow managed to kick everyone’s asses, with Ash coming in as a close second. Faye had just wanted to play with the bumpers up, so you all had played another game while the guys watched—Custer and Fez drinking and joking while Ash complained that the bumpers defeated the whole purpose of the game (even if he did play with you all)—and Faye had won.

Ash had blamed it all on the bumpers, claiming they’d ‘thrown off his game’.

When you returned home, you’d been exhausted. You and Fez had taken a bath together and when you lied down in bed, he’d rubbed your feet until you fell asleep, clutching a small teddy bear to your chest.

You’d been sleeping with the toy off and on, insisting you wanted it to have your scent for when the baby finally came, so she’d have it to sleep with in her bassinet beside the bed.

Shortly before the baby was born, Fez had gotten himself out of dealing—which hadn’t been an easy feat, to put it lightly—and had then sold the store, which had earned you all enough for him to put a down payment on a house outside of East Highland.

The move had been a pain while pregnant. Not because you had helped, but because Fez, Ash, Faye, and Custer had all refused to let you so much as lift a single box.

You told yourself, as you sipped on lemonade and watched them carry box after box down to the U-Haul Fez had rented, that now was the time to enjoy being given time off. Because once the baby arrived, you wouldn’t be getting such a break for the next eighteen years.

And you couldn't wait.

Fez had gotten himself a job in a small mechanic shop, which he quickly worked up to being partner of after the older gentleman who owed it took a shine to him and his odd, if not endearing little family.

You’d watched, once the four of you were officially moved into your new home, as Ash and Fez worked on putting together furniture in the nursery, your hand resting over your pregnant belly as you stood in the doorway as they put together your daughter’s crib.

You’d then gone to check on Fez’s grandma. And while she, as ever, never spoke, you told her everything, the same as you always had, to ensure she was always involved in your lives.

And only a few weeks later, she had passed silently in her sleep. And while Fez and Ash had been distraught, you somehow felt like you knew she was at-peace. Like she’d been holding on long enough until you all had made it to finally let go.

You’d held Fez in bed, night after night, his cheek pressed against your belly as he cried, talking about how much he missed her, or just telling wild stories of her younger days to both you and your little one.

And in time, his and Ash’s grief turned to fond remembrance. They had both just hoped that Marie would hold on long enough to meet her granddaughter, but you promised they would one day meet anyway. And they did when you would go visit her at the cemetery.

When your little girl was born, she was loved and adored by everyone.

Faye and Custer became like a surrogate aunt and uncle. Ash was…an absolutely awesome older brother; you could tell much of how he treated being a brother came from all Fez had taught him. And Fez…well, you had to settle for only having half of his heart now. But the same went for him with yours.

And those two halves made a whole, just as they were always meant to. A whole, which belonged to your daughter and her alone.

When Hank, the owner of the auto shop, was ready to finally retire, Fez had panicked. He had a wife and baby girl to look after now—the two of you had decided that you should stay home and take care of your daughter instead of work (Fez was honestly just really old-fashioned at heart and wanted to provide for the both of you)—but his fears were quickly squashed when Hank signed the shop over to him.

He’d told Fez he’d become like a son to him, while your daughter had become the grandchild he’d never gotten to have. He wanted to make sure he did this one thing right—ensuring you all were well taken care of.

You had been inconsolable, you were so grateful when the two of them told you.

He ensured you that you all were doing him a favor, really. He’d put his life’s work into that shop, and now he knew it wouldn’t be torn down and replaced with some “nonsense hipster smoking joint”, as he’d put it. He knew Fez would look after it well.

And he did.

Fez hired Custer on, who’d also recently gotten himself and Faye moved into an apartment closer to the both of you—he no longer dealing and while it’d taken a lot of effort, Faye had gotten herself clean—and once Ash was older, he became his assistant manager.

He even taught your daughter, Carrie, a bit about cars as she grew older. Every now and again, someone from East Highland stopped in to have their car serviced, but you thankfully never saw Nate Jacobs again. You never bothered looking into what happened to the troubled young man; you didn’t really care.

When Hank passed, it hit Fez really hard. One night, after taking a bath, you’d found him in Carrie’s room, holding her as he cried silently. So you’d set down on the bed beside them and wrapped the both of them in your arms and cried with him and told him how much he had meant to him. That he would be honoring his memory as the new owner of the auto shop.

He tried to visit Hank’s grave weekly, and you did when you were able, always bringing fresh flowers, which you grew in your backyard with your daughter.

Eventually, Custer and Faye married as well, you serving as Faye’s maid-of-honor, and Fez as Custer’s best man at their wedding, which had had one hell of a reception afterward. Fez and you hadn’t gotten drunk like that since you were teenagers. Which had consequently resulted in another unexpected gift, which the two of you had decided to name Hank.

Ash eventually met a girl, and as you watched the two of them, you realized how much they reminded you of you and Fez when you were their age. It was a bit…unnerving, at times. But you knew they were just right for one another with that simple observation alone.

As the years went on, your family only grew. Custer and Faye eventually having a son of their own, Ash and his girlfriend getting married, your daughter growing up and one day meeting a girl, which she fell in love with. And your son finding himself an outgoing woman who always kept him on his toes.

And one day, you looked up, and that broken home where your father had ruled with fists was so far away, you could no longer see it.

All you could was the love right in front of you.

It’d taken unspeakable violence and struggle to get here, but you had made it.

"Ok," you pull up your legs underneath your body and reach out your hand in a silent request.

Fezco takes out his lighter from his pocket and places it on your palm.

You light it up, take a long drag, then ask him between the clouds that emerge from your lips. "How was your week, Fez?"

It's the same question you ask every time Fezco makes a drop to you.

Y/n—nineteen years old, a college student in a town somewhere close, but not close enough for you to be around at all times, only buys weed. The best strains he's got.

"It's been good, ma." Fezco always answers because ever since he's met you a year ago, he's known you to be earnest in your questions (and answers).

It's why he stays clever around you.

Whatever leaves your mouth, whether that's a question, a confession, or a moan, he knows it to be true.

One of the first things you told him was that: "I don't fake stuff for the sake of other people. Why the fuck should I? I'd just be lying to me and I'd rather not."

"Yeah?" You take another drag, and Fezco tries to keep his eyes only on your eyes this time. "You managed to start that course you were telling me about?"

This is what gets him.

The fact that you remember. It's been weeks since he saw you last and you still remember the tiny details of things he's said between rambles; things he knows other people — most of them — would have forgotten or not even heard in the first place.

"I did, actually," he smiles. Then he starts telling you about what he's been learning because he knows you only ask when you want to listen.

It's so easy to get lost in talking to you.

So easy to forget you're not his — and that the person who you're with sucks ass at doing the proper job of taking good care of the partner she's got — and it's even easier to pretend you could be his.

All he wanted was to be sitting next to you in bed, and feeling your lips on his.

He wants it again, and he knows you want it too.

Both of you are aware that staying in this hotel room is a fated curse to your attempt at not ending up with your mouths on each other, and both of you ignore that.

ㅤ

ㅤㅤbut your lips hang heavy underneath me, and I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me...

ㅤ

It takes one joint, one look, and a casual brush of fingers as he hands you the lighter one more time, and Fezco has you on his lap.

In under forty minutes of being together you two go from discussing how tricky and hard life is to talking about the world, Ashtray, your course, and, when you end up bringing up how stressed you are and shut your own lips to stop from talking "too much", Fezco lets it slip out:

"You never talk too much. Just say all you want, ma."

The way you look at him when he says it.

Fezco feels it underneath his skin.

He forgets sometimes that other people told you otherwise.

He wishes he could punch them in the throat, but he'd rather get all the words out of yours.

All the things you'd like to say and some asshole chick has branded on your mind that are useless—Fezco asks all he wants to hear and when you hand him the lighter back and your fingers meeting causes an electric charge between you two, both of you swallow around the tension.

This time, it's you who takes the leap.

"Hey, Fez?"

He wonders if someone else has the power to stop time like you do. "Yeah?" Can other people make the air feel static? Are there others who could make Fezco taste the words in his mouth?

"I thought a lot about what you said last time," you say. Confess.

He doesn't need to ask why, because he knows.

He said if you met him halfway, Fezco would do things he never ever dreamt about.

"Good," Fezco answers. "It was meant as food for thought."

That's when you touched his cheek and from that, all is history.

He launches forward, going for a taste of what he's craved since you walked through the door, and you willingly let him, opening yourself up to all he has to offer.

ㅤ

ㅤㅤ'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings and you clutched my brain and eased my ailing...

ㅤ

It's inevitable to let himself feel it all.

Fezco promised, he swore it would happen only that one time.

It was a fluke in the damn Matrix. He had had a good talk with a girl who made him talkative, fluttery and at ease like no one ever did before, and you two shared not only stories, but pains over a shared blunt.

It was the weed.

He told himself that for two whole weeks, trying to convince his reflection that thinking about the way you looked underneath him and how your moans and whines were the hottest thing he's ever witnessed was normal. How could he not? Fezco had never had sex like that.

Staring into a person's eyes. Having them grab your face and talk to you through it, telling him all the things he's doing right, that he's doing good.

When it happens again, Fezco lets go of any pretense that it's anything but you.

It's the way you touch him like he's more than just a body.

When he asks you if you want to turn around, the look you give him sends a shiver down his spine.

"Why?" you ask.

He shrugs his naked shoulders. Bites down on 'cause I'm scared, 'cause looking at you makes my head spin, 'cause I want more of it when it's done. "Dunno." He does know. "You see my face all the time?" he offers as a joke.

You cup his face between his hands and walk on your knees until your chests are touching. "I like your face," you whisper to him. "You're gorgeous. Why wouldn't I wanna look at it now?"

That creates a knot in his throat that he can't swallow down.

'Cause I was terrified it wasn't the face you wanted to see.

"Fez." You kiss him, and he revels in it. "I'm attracted to every single fucking thing about you—we're here, aren't we?" you ask, running your hands on his torso, all the way up to his neck. "I wanna see you when you touch me. You—I like that you look at me in the eyes. You look like you want me."

The words travel to all the corners of his body, and Fezco's caging you against the headboard of the bed in a second. "I want you so fucking bad, ma." He kisses you with all the fervor your words burned into him, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far. "Want you so bad I can barely think sometimes."

"Show me," you demand. Then, you smile. A real, happy smile this time. "C'mon." Your legs wrap around his waist like an invitation, permission, and a seal.

Who is Fezco to deny you anything, really?

ㅤ

ㅤㅤI'm sorry but I fell in love tonight. I didn't mean to fall in love tonight. You're looking like you fell in love tonight.

ㅤ

It's the shape of your lips that does it for him.

Fezco can't lie to himself or you when all he wants to do is kiss you.

Every inch of you.

He spends so much time between your legs that Fezco forgets there's an outside world he's a part of, and when he looks up at and sees you through the curves of your body, finding your eyes so clouded in the lust the desire he's giving you, Fezco only wants more.

The time he spends worshipping your thighs and burying his face in you, eating your pussy like he was starved for weeks and this is the only way to life, those are the only reason why he manages to not die when it's your turn to kneel in front of him.

Fezco kept trying to hide how in love he is when he woke up from a dream where you were in this same position and there was a halo around you.

He's never had dreams like that before.

It shook him so bad he started texting you, all worries be damned.

Those messages evolved into a call every now and then.

Fezco knows you two are only swimming deeper into these waters now, but neither of you cares. He knows you're there with him—he sees it in your eyes when you're on top of him and he has trouble keeping his eyes open because of how good you feel, how right it feels to have you clenching around him; it's there when you say:

"Look at me."

You want his eyes on you.

When he shot you a text before you went to a party a couple of weeks ago saying 'people are gonna love it, no one's gonna take their eyes off of you', all you replied with was:

They're not you.

Fezco has bled all over this same hotel room many times now because you left and took his heart with you right in your hands, but he knows you left yours with him, too.

He feels the weight of it when you're on top of him, and when you leave, it's still there.

"Don't leave, ma."

"I won't. I wanna stay."

Fezco will win over the rest of you. The heart he has, and the body he worships whenever you grant him the chance, but now he needs the head and mind attached to it to be only his and for that, he needs to sort out some things in his life. No matter how long it takes.

You look up at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. 6:45 am. You woke up early this morning and made breakfast for you and your husband Seungcheol.

After being done with preparing breakfast, you walk to your shared bedroom. as promised, to wake seungcheol up since he asked, no begged you last night to wake him up early for work.

Opening the door, you look over your bed and there is a Cheol, sleeping peacefully while his chest rises up and down as he softly snores.

You smile, feeling a bit guilty for waking him up from his beautiful moment. But a promise is a promise. So you walk up to him and sit on the bed. You admire his face features for a while, asking yourself how did you get so lucky to have someone like him.

You place your hand gently on his shoulder and shake him lightly. "Cheol, honey wake up" you mutter softly, as his brows furrow.

"Hmm..." he frowns, making you smile wider at his cuteness. but he doesn't show any sign of wanting to get out of bed.

"Cheool come on it's time to wake up, you'll be late to work" you shake his shoulder a bit more. "Hmm!" he whines, moving a bit, his brows still furrowed.

"Come on! you slept so much already" you whine out, hoping that he would at least open his eyes.

"No i didn't sleep much" he mumbles, with his deep and raspy morning voice.

"Yes you did. come on, you were the one who begged me last night to wake you up early" you shake him again. "What time is it?" he asks, eyes still closed. "It's almost 7am" you reply hoping that this would make him get up.

"Hmm..." he hums again, shifting in his place to find a more comfortable position. You roll your eyes.

You know seungcheol is a light sleeper, he would instantly get up after waking up. He's faking right now just because he doesn't want to get up.

"Come on, i made us breakfast" you smile a bit. "Hmhm" nothing to do. The idea of getting up doesn't even cross his mind.

Just then, an idea pops in your head as you smile mischievously. "Then...i'll kiss you until you wake up!" you state, getting closer to his face and start to pepper all over it. "Hmm! stop! stop the kissing!" he whines out, trying to stop you.

"Then get up"

"No"

"Seungcheol. You begged me last night to wake you up!"

"No i didn't"

"Yes you did!"

"Whatever, i don't remember"

Now, you don't know if he's acting like he doesn't remember or he just doesn't. But anyhow, he needs to get up.

"Get up~ i made us breakfast" you repeat, excited. "Hmm stop annoying me" you roll your eyes, again. "You really aren't going to get up?" "Hmm"

"Fine then! I'll go eat breakfast alone, don't mind me, just enjoy your sleep" you reply sarcastically as you get up to make your way out.

Just when you were about to get out, you hear your husband. "I'm awake now" he giggles. "Whatever" you reply, annoyed.

He gets up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, hugging you. "I'm still mad at you" you mumble. He just smiles, "You can't be mad at me, now let's go eat breakfast. Thank you for waking me up" he says, giving a peck on your cheek, making you smile again.

a/n: hi everyone! this is my very first fic. i know it lacks in different ways, probably did some grammar errors as well (english is not my first language), but still i hope you enjoy!

“Wait- but how was he working out to it without popping a boner?”

“That’s a very good question- one I did not stop to ask.”

“Yeah,” you let out a laugh, “what were you doing in the gym anyways?” 

“I hate you, and your stupidly horny boyfriend.”

Being on tour can be rough for a tiger boy like Soonyoung. Sure, he’s doing what he loves, performing, but he’s also… not doing what he loves (you). 

It’s especially hard for him when he’s in a country with an opposite time schedule to your own. Eleven-hour differences are a killer, but at least he has a whole album of pictures of you, and you’ve even taken to sending him audios every now and then.

They’re the type of audios that his members would identify as ‘porn,’ but to Soonyoung, they’re glorious ramblefaps that remind him of what he’s missing- as if he can’t remind himself enough already.

Days where he wakes up to new scandalous messages from you are some of his favourites, and when he checks his phone to find one waiting on his third day in LA - his second audio since arriving in the city - he’s downright ecstatic. 

He listens to the whole thing, in full, while slowly waking up. Soonyoung notes the ups and downs of the audio, the way you pick up your pace and slow down to edge yourself, and he quickly solidifies it in his memory.

Soonyoung is many things; he has a high resilience, an incessant need to prove himself in all areas. Even so, he needs to hear your ramblefaps alone before taking the sound with him to the gym. It’s the only way he’s able to keep a boner in check; if he busts one out first, then goes to work out, and finishes the audio in a bathroom or the closest deserted location.

Luckily for Soonyoung, his band has booked a whole LA property to share for the week they’re in the city, and the on-site gym has given him the privacy needed to already complete one workout listening to your sweet moans without too much hassle. 

Sure, Seungkwan had found him out, but Soonyoung really hadn’t tried that hard to hide what he was up to. 

He loves you, and he doesn’t care who in his group knows it. 

The audio you’ve sent is a little different than usual, and Soonyoung saunters into the gym with a grin on his face, ready to be equal parts amused by your humourous banter and turned on by your sounds.

“Shit.” It’s not the welcome he’d expected from Woozi, who stops spotting Dino to watch Soonyoung choosing dumbbells.

Dino also pauses his workout, sitting up, eyes following the self-proclaimed tiger.

“What are you guys looking at?” Soonyoung asks, taking a seat to begin arm curls.

“We heard you have a new playlist you listen to while working out,” Woozi says, deadpan. “And I want to remind you that Dino is very young-”

“I’m not a baby anymore,” Dino insists, but his unsure gaze returns to Soonyoung. “You’re not really listening to audios of your girlfriend, are you?”

“If it makes you feel better,” Soonyoung sighs, “I won’t listen to them until after you’re gone.”

Woozi grimaces. “That’s really not much better.” 

Soonyoung shrugs. “So I’ll listen to them now.”

“Aish-” Woozi groans, shaking his head. “We were just finishing up.”

“I want to stay a little longer,” Dino argues.

“No, you don’t” Woozi insists, grabbing the younger man’s arm to pull him to his feet. “How long is the audio this time? I’ll tell Jun and Joshie to wait a little before coming down here.”

Soonyoung’s surprised at Woozi’s offer, it’s almost nice. “Tell them to wait like, fifteen minutes?” he suggests. “Actually- maybe more like twenty.”

“You’re gross,” Woozi mutters as he drags Dino from the small gym.

Soonyoung’s already begun his workout with a few laughs, and he can anticipate the chuckles to come as he hits play on your audio and your cute little voice fills his headphones.

“Hey you-” he loves the way you still sound so shy at the start of these things. “So… a little birdie told me the cat’s out of the bag with this whole audio thing. And by a little birdie, I think we both know I mean Seungkwan.”

Soonyoung grins to himself, continuing his bicep curls with little care to the number of reps. He’s busy getting lost in your voice.

“I should have-” you sigh, and Soonyoung wonders for the second time if you’ve already started touching yourself. It’s hard to tell sometimes, you’re good at long rambles. “I should have known it would be hard for you to keep a secret- listening to me at the gym? What a dirty boy you are.” 

Of course he is, always the dirtiest boy, only for you.

“How’s that exhibition kink coming?” 

His grin widens.

“I uh-” it sounds like the phone shifts, there’s a rustle of fabric, and Soonyoung closes his eyes to imagine you lying in bed, “I missed you.”

He misses you too, like you wouldn’t believe. 

“It must be like- God, I don’t even know what time it is for you. I can’t keep up with all these changing places, changing times- but I do know that you’re asleep, or at least, you should be, if you know what’s good for you.”

There’s been once or twice where you’ve sent audios and he’s been awake- in instances like those, he skips the recording and calls you, eager to hear you in your post-orgasm bliss… and see if he can convince you to do a live show for him.

“I like the idea of you waking up to this today,” you continue, “going to the gym- being a menace. Are you in the gym, tiger boy? You probably are- I miss your pretty body. Miss the way you feel- miss touching you. Do you miss touching me?”

Fuck yeah he does. 

“Sometimes, when I get like this- I think about the fact that you left me with a toy smaller than you, and I get mad- but then I remember that you like to torture me with stuff like this. It takes longer to cum with a smaller toy- it doesn’t reach the spots you do… does it make for good, long audios? I bet you love knowing that I’m never truly satisfied- gives me something to look forward to when you come home.” 

You know him much too well. 

“I guess I always have my vibe though… can you hear it?”

The phone shifts again, and a buzzing sound fills Soonyoung’s senses. 

“Can you hear how wet I already am?” 

He can definitely hear you rubbing your pretty pussy along the toy, and he can see a perfect image of you in his mind’s eye. 

“The thought of you working out and listening to this-” you swallow thickly, “you’re gonna have to send me some pictures- you can do that, right, Soonyoung? For me?” 

Today, he’ll probably send you more than a few pictures.

“Fuck-” you whimper, and the sound of you grinding down on your vibe increases. Soonyoung turns up his volume, basking in it. “Feels so good- I think I’m almost ready for the other toy- almost wet enough-”

When you’d first started dating, you’d hardly been able to take one of his fingers without moaning like a whore in his ear. You’ve come a long way with your size training, but you definitely still need some good foreplay- when Soonyoung’s home, he has a thing for helping you squirt. It gets you all nice and perfectly lubed up for him, so easy to slip into- but while he’s on tour, you can never get yourself there, so he’s accustomed to audios of slow build ups and lots of moaning. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess. “Saw your instagram pictures- surfing? You really know how to make a girl needy- wet suit pulled down to show off your chest- fuck. Such a pretty, pretty boy-”

Soonyoung’s pride swells in his chest, and he moves to the shoulder press machine. 

For a few seconds, you don’t say anything, but your whimpers are music to his ears, and so are the sounds of the vibrator being rubbed along your wet pussy.

“Wish this was your tongue- miss your mouth, and your fingers- you reach spots I never could.”

“You and your small hands,” Soonyoung breathes to himself, shaking his head a little. He thinks you’re one of the most adorable people in the world.

“Don’t- don’t make fun of me,” you say next, as if reading his mind, “we both- we both know you like my small hands. Like the way they look wrapped around your cock- fuck! Miss it so bad- do you miss my hands the way I miss yours?” 

More than you’ll ever know.

Soonyoung clenches his teeth, opening his eyes to watch himself in the mirror. His biceps bulge with each push. It helps him calm down and ground himself for a moment- he can feel the way his body is beginning to get a little too excited. 

He needs to pace himself. You’re still a ways off from cumming, and Soonyoung likes to follow you through your audio.

“Okay, okay-” you take a deep breath, “I’m gonna grab my other toy now, think I’m ready-”

Soonyoung continues listening, waiting patiently while you shift on your bed.

“Now I just have to… slip this in- shit, Soonie- That’s just the head, I think I can get a little more-” 

His pretty kitten, biting off more than you can chew.

Your whimpers fill his brain, and he can hear the toy shifting in and out of your core, can hear the slight squeak of your bed as you begin to rock your hips-

“Okay, yeah- just, mmmfph- just a little more- fuck, wish this was you, wish this was you so fucking bad-” you take a shaky breath, “okay, it’s in-”

He can imagine your toes curling, head thrown back, eyes closed- you’re always such a vision for him.

“Fuck-” your voice is as airy as ever, he loves it when you get like this, “it’s so big- not as big as you, but still- I haven’t- mmmfph- I haven’t been using it much- fuck, feels so full-” 

The sound of your bed rocking returns, and then the vibrator- 

“Oh my god- fuck- feels so good today, I can’t- god, I miss you-” it sounds like you’re close to tears, and again, Soonyoung feels blood beginning to rush to his cock.

He opens his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror, trying to focus on calming down, but it’s hard when he has you moaning “wish you were here, wish you were here fucking me-” in his ear.

“Maybe- maybe I need to slow down- I’m gonna cum too fast,” you let out a small laugh, “I’ll try to hold off to the fifteen-minute mark- to give you at least part of a workout now that I know you listen to these in the gym-”

You’re so considerate of him. He hears the vibrations go down a notch, and you slow on your bed rocking too. 

“There- I’ll just go slow and deep- like you fuck me- like you tease me when I get close and you’re not ready for it yet- you love edging me.”

He does.  

“Fuck- my legs are shaking-” so are his arms.

You begin to moan again, rambling subsiding in favour of uncensored sounds of pleasure, and Soonyoung takes the opportunity to move to the leg press machine. 

“Hope you’re- hope you’re having a good workout, baby.”

He loves it when you call him baby- loves all the pretty pet names you give him.

“Fuck- this stupid toy really doesn’t hit the spots you do-” you groan again, fucking yourself harder- 

The sound of the silicon base hitting your wet pussy is enough to have Soonyoung nearly moaning-

He misses your pretty cunt- misses the way you taste, the way you get so wet for him. You’re always so responsive, and it’s one of the many things he loves about you.

“Want your cock-” you whimper. “Please, fuck- Soonyoung-”

The hair on the back of his neck raises with interest, he always begins to go feral when you call him by his full name. 

“Soonyoung-” you moan again, the vibrations going a notch louder. “Fuck- I’m so wet- fuck- need you so bad- oh my god-”

You’re close to cumming, and Soonyoung can’t even fault you for getting to the edge this fast. 

Standing from the workout machine, he quickly heads to the small bathroom next to the gym, closing the door and locking it.

You’ve been whimpering in his ear the whole time, and as soon as Soonyoung is shut into the privacy of the bathroom, he allows himself to focus on the blood rushing to his cock.

“Shit-” he mutters, lifting his shirt to expose his abdomen, catching the fabric in between his teeth to hold it there before reaching a hand into his sweatpants to pull out his hard, aching length. 

He’s already practically dripping in precum from edging himself throughout your whole audio, and he smooths it over his skin for lubrication-

“I’m gonna- fuck, Soonyoung, I’m gonna cum soon- can I cum? Please- I wanna cum- want you to cum- miss your cum-”

His little cum slut, god, he loves you so much-

“Wanna be filled so bad-” you continue to whine, voice getting pitchier. “This toy isn’t enough- fuck- it’s not enough- I’m so close-” 

You let out a strangled sound as the vibrations go up one final notch, the highest setting. 

“Shit- shit- please- I know you’re at the gym, but please- want you to cum with me- you’ll cum with me, right?” 

This is why he pre-vets your audios- if he’d been hit with this unexpectedly, he’d have fully busted a nut on the leg press machine.

“Fuck- ok, I’m almost there, I’m almost there- fuck- shit, shit, shit-” you let out something between a squeal and a gasp, and it has Soonyoung’s entire body tingling- he teeters on the edge with you, abdomen clenching with tension- “I’m cumming- Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung- oh my god- oh my god-” 

He’ll be damned if there’s ever a time when hearing you cum doesn’t immediately set him off as well. 

Soonyoung throws his head back, biting down on his shirt while he falls over the edge, coating his own chest and abdomen in rope upon rope of cum while your sounds fill his ears and drive him wild.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” you continue to whimper and whine as you both ride out your orgasms, and then you let out a loud gasp, the vibrations coming to an abrupt halt. 

He listens to your shaky breaths as his hand slowly comes to a stop on his cock.

After a beat of silence, your voice comes back, a teasing tone returning; “Did you cum with me, baby?” You give him the space to respond, and, knowing you can’t hear him anyways, Soonyoung simply nods, still trying to calm the rapid racing of his heart. “I’d like to imagine you came too- at least,” you sigh, “I hope you did.” 

He can’t help but smile.

“Sorry it was kind of short- like I said, I’ve been needy all day.” You swallow thickly, taking another deep breath. “I just miss you… a lot”

A few moments of comfortable quiet allow you both to continue catching your breaths. 

“I’m pretty tired, so I’m going to sleep now- but, I’ll send you a text when I wake up. Like I said earlier… send me some pics… please.” You release a small laugh. “Okay, goodnight Soonyoung, love you. Enjoy your workout.”

He’s done with his work out though. He’d been thinking he might be able to return to it earlier, but after cumming as hard as he just did- there’s no way he can go back to the machines. 

Soonyoung is quick to snap a few pictures of his abs, covered in cum, shirt still captured between his teeth- he knows these will make you as feral as you make him, something for you to wake up to. 

Then, he grabs a wet paper towel, cleaning himself, and thinking of all the ways he can really return the favour.

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You’re half asleep when you reach for your phone, latching onto the device and rolling onto your back to burrow under your duvet again. There are multiple notifications from Soonyoung, and you click on one absentmindedly, still blinking away the last inklings of hazy sleepiness.

The picture that immediately pops up and fills your screen nearly makes you choke, and you sit up, rubbing your eyes before focusing on the image of Soonyoung.

It’s a mirror selfie, his shirt caught between his teeth, washboard abs on show- and his body is dripping with cum. 

You zoom in with your fingers, licking your lips as you assess the photo- as you assess your boyfriend, in all his glory. 

He’s got the cutest little smirk, even with his shirt partially obscuring his mouth, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eye- you’re reminded why you love the charming gemini all over again. 

The next picture is a selfie without use of the mirror, and only half of Soonyoung’s face is in it. He’s holding the camera at an angle, showing off the teeth biting into fabric and a perfect shot of his chiseled torso. 

You’re wide awake now, sitting up in bed, sleeping shorts getting wetter by the second. 

There’s more than just images, you realize, as you exit the picture to send a message to your boyfriend. There are videos too. A few of them- and your heart flip flops in your chest.

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