#fez fluff

You'd called him earlier, asking for some hallucinogens, and since you'd had a crappy week and needed to unwind, Fezco had agreed to give you some.

"Well..."

Surprisingly enough, Fez and you had never gotten high together, so you weren't sure of how to bring it up or even imply the thought.

So you did what seemed easier to explain it, holding the tiny plastic bag he'd given you earlier in front of you, raising an eyebrow to question him silently.

"Oh no, ma..." Fez trailed off, not knowing what excuse to give.

"Please?"

"Ion get high with my own stuff, y'know dat."

"Technically speaking it's not your stuff anymore, I already bought it, so it's mine now."

"Stop playin with ma'head." he said, huffing in amusement. There was no flaw to your logic.

"Oh, c'mon Fez, this one's on me," you said and he just looked at you. "Last time you paid for my shit, let me invite you this one time."

Fez did want to get high with you. But there were several things that made him wanna say no, especially with the drug in question. It heightened everything, and he was afraid of the shit he may say in his high state.

But it's not like he could say 'no' to you either. You've been best friends for years, and Fezco always gave you what you wanted— except when it put you at too much risk, that's when he'd say no.

He'd never give you something bad, which was highly hypocritical considering he was a drug dealer, but Fez promised to himself to keep you as safe as he could, despite the money he could've been making if he sold you harder stuff.

"Alrite," he accepted with a small sigh, sitting down next to you on your couch. "Jus' this one time tho."

"Yeah right," you said with a small snort, taking two pills out of the small bag.

You gave a pill to Fez, who popped it in his mouth, leaning back on your couch to let it hit. His eyes were attentive on you though, of the way you placed the pill on your tongue and swallowed, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh.

He had to force himself to look away to interrupt the thoughts forming in his head, wondering why the hell he agreed to this.

You too laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as you waited for the pill to make effect. You felt Fez's eyes on you, and it was making you nervous, not in a bad way tho.

He felt it first, you knew as you heard him sigh heavily. You chuckled at his state, and just when you were about to tease him for being a 'lightweight', you felt it too.

It felt like a sudden wave of peace. All the sounds around you drowned out, replaced by silence. As for your body, it felt like when you're laying back on water, all your limbs relaxed and mind calm. The colors of everything around you seem brighter, more alive, almost like they had a life of their own.

The relaxed sound you let out made Fez turn to look at you, sitting there in pure bliss. He felt almost hypnotized by how you looked. Your skin seemed to be glowing under the light, your lips looked softer than ever. You looked gorgeous, and he wished he could somehow remember this moment forever.

"What?" You asked with a giggle, deciding to acknowledge the staring. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Nah, you just look..." Fez trailed off at the lack of words.—It's not that he didn't have a word to describe you, since about 10 crossed his mind— it's just that he didn't wanna screw things up.

You turned to look at him and understood why he couldn't explain it. He looked... god, his eyes looked as blue as the summer sky, the freckles on his skin seemed like galaxies. Fez looked... ethereal.

"Oh shit..." you muttered, still admiring him. "You look so, so pretty Fez."

Fezco felt dumb as fuck already, so definitely the blood that rushed to his neck and cheeks with that statement didn't make it any better.

"You kiddin me?" He rasped out, still too hypnotized with you to look away. "You be lookin like a whole angel rite now.”

“Oh don’t be silly.” you giggled, looking away so he wouldn’t notice your reddened cheeks.

“I ain’t playing with you,” he assured you. “You look like a fuckin’ angel, with the halo and shi’. For real, you glowing.”

Fez always said nice things to you, being as sweet as he is; but the way he'd said it now had you feeling a whole fucking butterfly sanctuary in your stomach.

Not trusting your own voice with an answer, you inched closer to him. He didn't move away, instead, he leant closer to you. Slowly, you moved your hand so it would rest on his cheek.

He exhaled heavily, the feeling of your soft skin touching his had him feeling all sorts of crazy shit. His eyes met yours, and by the look in them, Fez knew you were feeling the same.

With the tips of his fingers, Fez began to trail over your skin, the back of your hand, your wrist, and up your arm. It was nothing more than subtle touches, but they were more than enough to make your nerves feel electrified, excited in anticipation.

It felt so good and you wanted more.

You moved even closer, your body so close to him you could feel his warmth. With your thumb, you softly caressed his face, his cheek and getting dangerously close to his lips.

Fez kept trailing up, enjoying the feeling of your skin under his fingers, noticing how you got goosebumps as his hand got closer to your face.

Soon, his hand was in the side of your head, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he wetted his lips. Slowly, the space between both began to reduce, until your faces were inches away from each other. You could feel his lips brushing against yours, enough to have you wanting more.

And that's when the thread holding both of you back snapped.

Fez's lips crashed against yours roughly, while his hands held the sides of your face, cradling it. You welcomed the kiss by reciprocating it, your lips moving over his as you placed a hand over his.

It wasn't just any kiss. It was passionate, emotional, hungry, desperate, lustful.

Your bodies were pressed close as his tongue slipped into your mouth and you grabbed a handful of his shirt, tugging at it. One of his hands was now firmly placed on your hip, right over your clothes, his fingers gripping tightly as if trying to touch through the material as he pulled you closer.

A bite on his lip was all it took for him to completely lose himself in the kiss, completely forgetting everything else. All that existed to him was you. Just you.

The kiss turned even more intense once you straddled his lap. It was all teeth and tongue, desperate and filled with lust, you kept tugging at his shirt, trying to take it off and he grunted over your lips as he drew your body closer, wanting to feel more, to feel what the clothes were keeping away from him.

The realisation was kicking in, but instead of making you want to stop, it only encouraged you to keep going.

You were kissing Fez. Not just a peck on the lips or a small kiss. You were actually kissing him, a teeth-crashing-tongues-fighting-kiss.

He was the one to start the kiss, and he was the one to break it as well. Fez kept his hand on your hip so you wouldn't take it as a rejection, his eyes seeking yours immediately.

For a couple of seconds, the two of you did nothing but stare at the other, why? Hard to tell. It was as if you were waiting for Fez to pull back; and he expected the same thing.

His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, to your neck, your cleavage, and then his eyes met yours, darker than before and carrying a question within those blue orbs.

Without a word needed, you nodded your head at him, giving confirmation. You wanted it. You wanted him.

That's all he needed before crashing his lips against yours with the same desperation as before.

Things moved quickly from there, still with your lips pressed, you tugged at his clothes in an attempt to blindly take them off his body as his hands slowly but surely moved to the edge of your floral dress.

His jacket and shirt were off his body and your dress fell to the floor, his eyes trailed hungrily over your body before he smirked and pressed his lips back to yours, your hands immediately moving over his biceps and his back muscles, trailing the warm skin.

Slowly, you two had began to lay down on the couch, Fez gave you small kisses, constantly pulling away to throw the cushions away from the sofa, to make more room for both.

Your back was pressed against the couch as Fez crawled right on top of you, his lips pressed against yours as his arms caged you against the soft sofa. Anxious to feel something, you moved your hands to his back, trailing your nails down his muscles in a way that made him groan over your lips as his hips buckled into yours out of instinct.

The feeling of his sweatpants' material making friction with your core elicited a moan from your lips, dying on top of his lips as he swallowed the sound with the kiss. Since you'd arched your back, Fez could easily unhook your bra and get rid of it.

His lips started moving soon, kissing the edge of your jaw and down your neck, making a trail of kisses along its side and down to your collarbone, the valley of your breasts and even lower.

All you knew vanished when you felt his beard tickling your stomach, getting rid if your panties as his lips pressed softly against the insides of your thighs, up and down, kissing and licking everywhere except where you needed him.

"Fez..." you whispered a plea as his lips kept pressing softly against the inner side of your thighs, sucking messily enough to leave a mark.

"Yea'?" he asked, his breath tingling your skin.

Fez knew what you wanted, he wasn't blind, your wetness basically glistened, and he could smell how aroused you were.

But where's the fun in giving in? He wanted to hear you beg at least once.

"You know what."

"I-" he left a kiss just below your knee, on the inner side.

"dunno-" higher, at the middle of your thigh.

"what,-" so close you could feel his beard tickling.

"ya'-" his lips were back on your inner thighs, his tongue trailing over a bite he'd left earlier.

"mean." you could feel his breath against your folds, his lips probably inches away from where you desperately wanted him.

He was being such a fucking tease, and as much as it made you desperate, you had to admit it felt amazing. He was unbelievably hot.

To annoy him, or encourage him (you weren't sure), you closed your legs with a smirk, or attempted to, but Fez quickly placed one hand in each of your thighs, opening them again as his eyes moved to your face, where he caught sight of your playful smirk.

And when he smirked back at you... fuck, you knew you were in for a long night.

His lips finally pressed against where you needed him the most, his lips wrapped around your clit, twirling it around before sucking it, eliciting a moan from you.

One of his arms kept your legs spread, while the other one slowly moved along your skin, the tips of your fingers reaching one of your nipples, twisting it as his tongue slid inside you.

If possible, your back would've arched in pleasure, but Fez was doing a very good job at keeping you under his mercy.

His mind worked so clearly under intoxication, it was amazing.

One of his hand slid between your legs, his tongue flicking your clit as his thick fingers slowly slid inside you, pumping their way in as he slowly stretched you open.

"Fuck-" you mumbled, biting your lip as your back arched either way, your head pressed against the back of the couch as your eyes shut in pleasure. Fez's eyes were fixed on you, and he was sure he'd never been harder in his entire life.

His fingers fucked you while his tongue sucked and twirled around your clit, making you feel completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, moans escaped your lips without control and it encouraged Fez to keep going, his fingers curling against your special spot, and his tongue moving quicker.

In no time, your walls started to clench, you were so tight his fingers were slowed down, which only turned him even more. Your breath was erratical, walls clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking and nothing but his name escaped your lips.

You were close and he knew it. So he kept going, he didn't stop until you came so hard your entire body shook, it was such a pretty sight to see, Fez thought.

You opened your eyes and stared at him, your breathing still erratical and messy, your skin glistening with sweat.

The cocky smirk that appeared in Fez's wet lips caused a tornado inside you. You were barely recovering from one orgasm but that damn smirk made your walls clench around nothing.

You attempted to move away to return the favor, but his hands quickly took a hold of your hips, getting you back into place.

"I ain't done with you yet." he assured you with a rough tone and husky voice, though the smirk never left his lips.

His lips started to trail up your body, your inner thighs, pressing a kiss against your core to tease you further, his kisses were slow and tantalising, trying to get a reaction out of you.

His lips trailed up your lower stomach, he softly bit skin and licked after to ease the pain. He eventually made it back to your lips, where you tried to let him know how much you needed him by sliding your tongue in his mouth, your left hand holding the back of his head while the other one aimed to unbutton his jeans.

Your fingers worked quickly in getting rid of his lower clothes, after the relentless tugging on his hips, Fez decided to part his lips from yours to stand up, taking off his pants and boxers all in one. Your eyes trailed his body without shame, all the way from his broad shoulders, strong chest, the V line that directed to his dick, it was big. But you suspected that already (not that you'd admit you'd given thoughts to it)

Fez wanted to make a teasing comment about you, ogling his body, but all his remarks faded into a cloud of lust when you opened your thighs again, giving him a perfect sight of your arousal.

He quickly leant back on the couch, positioning himself on top of you as he trailed his warm tip over your folds, to get himself wet in your arousal and yes, to keep teasing you as well. He knew you were still sensible from the orgasm he'd caused you; you squirmed under him and hid a moan behind your bit lip when his tip grazed your entrance.

Just to make sure you wanted this, Fez glanced at your face again, eyes meeting yours as he raised his eyebrows. "You sure you can handle me, ma?"

"Get inside me already." you assured with a playful smirk, placing a kiss on the edge of his jaw.

"Whatever my girl wants." he mumbled over your skin as with a simple thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside you. Your hands automatically moved over to his shoulders to have something to hold on to, as your eyes widened in surprise. He was big, and he was stretching you out in a way that stinged, but in a good way.

Sensing the way you immediately clenched around him, Fez stood still, giving you time to adjust to him, his breath tingling your neck and his arms trapping your body against the sofa.

"What?" he couldn't keep himself from teasing; this is something he'd been dreaming of for years. "Too big for ya', Y/N?"

A sassy comment was about to escape your lips, but all it took to replace it with a moan was for Fez to thrust again, sliding out of you and thrusting inside you, pulling out and burying himself inside you again; setting up a pace and slowly but surely stretching you with his dick.

Your nails buried themselves in his strong freckled shoulders as he kept thrusting, you moved your hips slowly as well, meeting halfway with his, you clenched your walls just as he moved his hips back, making the thrust feel a thousand times better.

The pace was fast and rough, the couch squeaked underneath both, its wood and springs squeaking every time his body met yours with a thrust of his hips. He gripped the edge of the sofa and lifted his body up, so this way he had a new angle, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust as he used the edge of the sofa to pull himself up and down with more strenght.

He was completely ravishing you, leaving you speechless. You'd dreamt of this moment, and it definitely didn't compare to the real thing.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as you pushed your body against his, his dick going deeper now and reaching parts of you no one had ever touched before, his pelvic bone pushed against your clit with every thurst of his hips against yours.

"Fuck, Y/N," he mumbled over your skin as his hips kept their merciless rhythm. "You feel so fuckin good. Being so good t’me, angel.”

You wanted to say something in return, but no coherent sentence managed to make its way out of your lips, all you could do was moan and repeat his name like a prayer, which only encouraged Fez to move faster, even if he felt close to finishing.

His hips moved against yours, your hands held onto his shoulders firmly as you tightened your walls around him, letting him know you were close to finishing.

He kept going until you were screaming his name into the crook of his neck as you came undone around him, nails scratching down his back, walls clenching, thighs shaking and hips jerking into his.

He followed you shortly, and you felt him finishing inside you, his warmness filling you as his hips kept moving erratically, riding the feeling out as he panted in your neck.

Eventually, he stilled. Both took deep breaths to regain your composure, his body was slightly pressed on top of yours as he regained his strenght, two minutes later at much, Fez raised his body from on top of yours and pulled out of you slowly, taking a seat next to your body on the couch.

Your back was still pressed against the couch as you regained your breath, your eyes fixed on the ceiling while you recovered. It had felt so fucking good, and even though you wanted to, you didn't regret it in the least.

Fez let out a small sigh as he pressed his back against the backrest of the sofa, his head against the edge of the sofa as he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

You were completely spent. Too exhausted to move again, so you were almost falling asleep on the couch.

Fez noticed and sighed, getting up to clean himself and put on his boxers, walking down to the couch to clean you up as well, finding you asleep.

He couldn't just leave you there, so he picked you up on his arms and took you to your bed, where he carefully put you down, covering your body with the sheets.

He didn't know what to do, but luckily, you made a decision for him by holding onto his wrist, still tired but now awake at least.

"Stay the night," you mumbled, barely audible. "Please, baby."

'Baby.'

You woke up to an empty bed. Your memory was clear, and you remembered the previous night to such detail that you blushed immediately.

Where was Fez?

Right as you were about to get out of bed to look for him, the door of your bedroom opened and Fez walked in with a tray in hands.

He froze when he noticed you were awake, but eventually kept walking to you while you sat down. He placed the tray softly over your thighs, standing awkwardly next to the bed.

There was fruit, water and some chocolates on the tray, you smiled softly at Fez and mumbled a thank you, picking up a piece.

The silence was... awkward, to say the least. Even looking at Fez brought back memories of the previous night, of the way he'd quite literally fucked you to oblivion.

"Look..." he trailed off as he thought, taking a seat next to you.

Oh god. The worst scenarios crossed your mind. He was gonna tell you that it was a mistake. Or a one time thing that would never repeat. Or blame it on the drugs.

"I kno' we was high as fuck and shi' happens..." he nervously licked his lips. "But Ion want this to just be a fuck, y'know? I want more, like... more than just sex," he said, careful of his words. "S'somethin I been wantin’ since I saw you for the first time."

"Really?" you said, hoping the surprise would cover the genuine relief you were feeling.

"Shit, of course," he assured. "You the prettiest girl I kno'. And the smartest too. Bein' 'round you makes me happy, makes me feel chill, on fuckin' cloud 9," he was being so sweet. "I wanna be with you, for real, all in, if you want me."

It took you a few seconds to speak, because even though Fez had just confessed his feelings to you, confessing your own feelings for him was scary, admitting out loud that you were in love with your best friend. It would definitely change everything.

Fez took the silence as a negative answer, and it sure hurt like a bitch that you didn't feel the same way, but he wasn't going to force anything to happen. You two fucked, and that's it. He'd just have to get over—

"Of course I want you, Fez," you admitted with a shaky breath. "How could I not?"

Relief washed over both. The cat was out of the bag, finally. No more hiding feelings, no more pretending to not want to kiss the hell of each other. No more secrets.

Fez had never been good with words, they tripped on the way out and fucked things up; actions, however, were his thing. Which is why he smiled softly and leant closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was soft, his lips moving carefully and slowly over yours in devotion. A few seconds in tho, you felt him smiling in the middle of the kiss.

"What is it?" You asked in amusement.

"Nothin, I'm just happy," he replied with a little smile, and a light in his eyes that you'd never seen before. "I'm 'appy to finally get a chance to be with ya, you feel me?"

"Yeah, I 'feel ya'." You nodded, mimicking his voice and the way he spoke.

"With how we fucked last nite, bet yo’ ass you do."

"Oh my— Fez!" You exclaimed, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks as he started giggling like an idiot.

"Just sayin' you gonna be feelin me for days, angel."

"Oh, shut it now, you cocky little shit." You complained with a laugh, shoving a piece of fruit in his mouth to shut him up.

Fez bit the fruit and quickly swallowed before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours sweetly, trying his best to not smile again in the middle of the kiss.

He pursed his lips, as much as he tried to convince himself that you were only his brother's girlfriend, in a way, you were the closest thing he had to a mom figure, and he really cared for you as much as you did for him.

"I'll bring you your plate here, okay? But next time I cook dinner I better see you at the table, because we're a family, and that's where we belong, okay? Even those who have to stay momentarily,"

"Yes, Y/N," he let his guard down.

You walked back to the kitchen rubbing your eyes slightly.

"I told you he wasn't coming," Fez had a hint of sadness that he hadn't shaken off since his brother put him on silence mode.

"He just needs time to adapt to everything," you hugged his neck pecking his lips, "He'll be fine... eventually, okay?"

He nodded shyly grabbing your waist under one of his shirts you stole, one of the million white shirts he wore all the time. You kissed him slowly letting that little action serve as his comfort, a small reassurance that no matter how screwed up everything around him was, you were there, always.

"I love you," your nose touched his still not opening your eyes.

"I love you more,"

"Don't start something you can't win,"

Without missing the cue, he chuckled, "Oh, I'm gonna win," he bent his head back slightly to have a better view of you.

"Mmm, I wouldn't be too sure,"

"You guys make me sick," Fey lazily got up from her seat and disappeared into the bathroom.

"She's gonna do heroine isn't she?" you rhetorically asked.

"Yep,"

"We should go check on her," you suggested.

"Yep,"

"Okay, babygirl, let's go see your daddy." I whisper, pressing a kiss to Lily's cheek as we make our way across the parking lot. It was Fez's weekend with her, my heart breaking in my chest as I climb the stairs, not wanting to hand her off just yet.

I was dumped yesterday- cheated on- my heart in sharp pieces that I was forced to pick up to maintain my daily life. My boyfriend- ex boyfriend- Mark, was a jerk; a jerk who Fezco never liked so I could only imagine that he would be relieved to hear that Mark was finally out of our daughters life. It was still hard nonetheless. Now I'm alone, no one to talk to or share my feelings with, no one to touch.

Fezco and I decided to call it quits two weeks after Lily was born which was about a year ago. We had been together since high school, close as close can be but then we found out we were pregnant and things just shifted. I knew that he would be a good dad simply based off of how he took care of Ash his whole life. And Ash ended up sort of okay- a bit homicidal and quick to shoot anyone who looks at him the wrong way- but a good kid nonetheless.

He was good throughout the pregnancy, being with me every step of the way but we realized quickly that we couldn't keep up just getting by. It would've taken a toll on Lily and we would've ended up hating each other over time. Now we would speak briefly when picking up or dropping Lily off, but that was it.

Fezco smiles softly at me, his eyes flickering down to the sleeping infant in my arms. She's quiet, her long eyelashes resting against her cheek as she snores, not a care or worry in the world. I must look terrible, my eyes red and dry, my cheeks stained with tears.

"You alright there, ma?" Fez asks, his eyebrows pulling together as he takes Lily from me, a whine leaving my lips at the distance between her and I. She's my best friend, my baby, and when I'm upset, she's the only one I want to be around. I just sniffle simply, taking a deep breath with I shrug.

"Just some personal stuff, I guess. Gonna miss lovebug, here." I reach out, my hand brushing over the top of Lily's head as a soft smile stretches over her lips. Fez just looks at me sadly before turning back to look into the apartment.

"You wanna come in?" He questions simply, my eyes widening at the offer. "C'mon, I haven't seen you this run down in a while." He laughs, my eyes rolling playfully as I nod hesitantly, stepping past him and into the apartment. I haven't been here in a while, but nothing seemed to be different. Still the same old decor and terrible wall paper that their grandma was keen on keeping up. "You want water or somethin'?" I shake my head, sitting down at the kitchen table as Fez watches me, bouncing Lily gently in his arms. He looks down at her fondly and sweetly, pressing his lips to the spot between her brows. "I'm gonna go put her to bed, uh, make yourself comfy." He sends me a simple smile, one that's more out of courtesy, the smile never reaching his eyes. I watch as he walks out of the room, my stomach swirling in anxiety at the thought of being alone with him, without Lily as a buffer, for the first time in a year. I would have to tell him about Mark, knowing that he'd probably be relieved. He didn't like when random people were around Lily in a grocery store let alone a whole other man being in her day to day life.

"You sure you don't need anything?" Fez reappears a moment later, his hand reaching up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. "Not really sure what to do in this type'a situation." He chuckles sheepishly, moving to sit next to me at the kitchen table.

"It's alright." I whisper, my hands fidgeting in my lap as I take a deep, shaky breath in. "Mark cheated on me. I found out yesterday." My cheeks warm in embarrassment as my eyes flicker away from him, waiting for the 'I told you so' speech. But he doesn't say anything, his jaw just grits, his brows pulling together as he sighs.

"You alright- fuck, sorry, 'course you're not." He laughs bashfully, rubbing a hand over the top of his head as I laugh tearily, reaching up to wipe my tears away.

"I just feel like shit." I chuckle, running a hand through my hair as he snorts.

"You look like it too-"

"Shut the fuck up." I reach across the table, slapping his arm as he chuckles, his gaze shy. Our interaction makes me smile, liking the back and forth banter that Fez and I always had. I don't know why breaking up drew this line between us, especially with a daughter, you'd think that we'd still be friends. It was always just too hard. "I don't know, sometimes I just don't wanna bother you with this shit. I know you don't like Mark- fuck, I barely liked Mark..." I trail off as he rolls his eyes at the mans name, visibly cringing. "I just didn't want to be alone all the time." I mutter sadly, biting at the inside of my cheek while my eyes train to a spot on the floor.

"You're not alone. Don't know who told you that but-" He cuts himself off with an incredulous laugh, shrugging his shoulders at me as my brows pull together. He looks at me, realizing that I meant what I said and that I truly feel alone. "You seriously tellin' me that you thought that just because we decided not to be together that we had to, like, hate each other?" He asks, leaning against the table as my eyes flicker down, avoiding his analytical gaze.

"It's just hard to act like we didn't date for almost four years. Like it's weird to be friends and move on with other people and have a kid together." I explain, his face falling as his head shakes simply.

"I haven't moved on." He replies simply, my lips parting in quiet shock. "You kind of just made the decision that we couldn't figure it out. Watched you move on with fucking Mark and hated it. Couldn't fucking stand the guy but couldn't stand to see you wit' anyone else." He admits lowly, his eyes lifting to look at my confused and shocked expression. He just stutters a bit, his cheeks flushing as he adjusts himself in his seat, realizing the weight behind his words. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump that on you- shit." He whispers, dragging his hand over his face as I clear my throat, all worries and concerns of Mark out the window at this new information. Did he really just casually say that he missed me?

"Fez, I-" I start but all words fall short as he stands. I watch him as he walks to my side of the table, bending down to quickly capture my lips in his. I gasp quietly, his hand resting against my cheek as he tilts my chin upwards with his thumb. My legs wobble as I stand, my arms winding around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to me, his free hand moving to grip my hip. His lips are heated against mine, the kiss messy and hot. It's almost as if no time had gone by, his hands knowing exactly what to do and his lips skillful against my own. "Fuck, Fez." I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he presses sweet kisses against my cheek. "I missed you, god- we're such fucking idiots." I giggle breathlessly, my thighs clenching at the gruff laugh that leaves his swollen lips.

"You're the fucking idiot. I been here, waiting on my ass for you." His forehead rests against mine, a stupid grin on both of our lips. "I don't know how to politely ask for permission to fuck you so-"

"God, please just do it." I sigh, immediately thrown over his shoulder at my words. I giggle as I pound my fists playfully against his back, his hand slapping my ass. I moan at the feeling, watching as the tile turns into carpet, his bedroom door closing behind us. He tosses me onto the bed without another word, his hand pulling his shirt over his head. He stares at me, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.

"You know how long I been waitin' for you to come around? To be inside you again?" He asks, his flirty words dripping in arousal. His pupils are blown, lip tucked in between his teeth as he reaches down to hook his fingers in my sweatpants. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now." He admits with a shocked laugh, slipping my pants off of my body, tossing them to the floor behind him. He slips between my thighs, grinding against me in the process. I moan, my head thrown back as he chuckles, his lips dragging against my throat.

"Fez, you can take your time later. I will literally do anything if you just touch me." I plead, the air in my lungs escaping me completely as he stalls, his eyes dangerously mischievous as he smirks. "Yes, I said anything. Right now I just want to feel you inside of me." He nods quickly at my begging, pushing himself out of his pants as I reach down, slipping my hand between my thighs. He watches me with hooded eyes as my fingers dance over my clit, my back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, angel." He moans, batting my hand away as I whine, his thumb quickly replacing mine. "You can't even wait for me to fuck you senseless, can you?" He asks teasingly, my head spinning as he skillfully drags his thumb against me. He knew just what to do, what to do with his fingers, what to say. He's always known me from the inside out and he's proving that he still does.

His hands slip up my shirt as he leans over me, his hands kneading my breasts as my hips jump. My eyes flutter shut as I hear him shuffle out of his boxers, his tip dragging against me as I whine.

"Take a deep breath." He mutters against my lips, my chest rising in a heave. He slowly enters me, his worried eyes watching me as I hiss. "Good girl, spread your legs for me." He whispers, my thighs parting a bit as he nudges himself further inside of me. By the time he bottoms out, there's a thin layer of sweat coating both of our bodies. "Fuck- you're taking me so well." He groans, his hips pulling back to thrust into me. I cling to him as his thrusts grow in momentum, a blissed smile on my face.

"Missed feeling you inside of me." I grin, my nails digging into his shoulder as he smiles proudly.

"Yeah? I bet you thought of me when he was fucking you." His dirty words make me clench around him, knowing exactly what to say to drive me crazy. "I bet you would touch yourself thinkin' bout me fucking you nice and good." He was right, there were many times that I was left unsatisfied, my fingers slipping between my thighs as I pictured him between them.

"Fez-" He captures my lips in a heated kiss, his hand traveling down between us to rub circles against my clit. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you're gonna forget that douchebags name." He grunts, my high quickly approaching as he pounds into me, his whole body moving to lean upwards. His fingers leave my clit, both of his hands pulling me to him by my thighs as he slips in and out of me. The angle is new and very much appreciated, his thumb returning over my wet clit, his eyes looking down at the movement.

"Fuck baby, so hot." He groans, his head dipping a bit as he chases his high, well aware that I was barreling towards the edge too. "Wanna feel you cum around me." He whispers, his lip tucked between his teeth as my breasts bounce, my hands reaching up to knead them, my head thrown back in pleasure.

"Please, Fez- fuck I'm coming!" I cry out, my hips twitching as I fall over the edge, my thighs trembling beside him as his orgasm hits him. He twitches inside of me, the feeling of him filling me up making my head spin with satisfaction. It was a feeling that I missed over the last few months, thankful that he got the balls to tell me he missed me.

He falls on top of me with a laugh, staying inside of me as he softens. I rub his heaving back, my fingers tracing along the freckles that litter his skin. My lips press against his shoulder, my eyelids heavy.

"I love you, I missed you, I want you." He whispers against my cheek, my heart warming at his words.

"You've got me."

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"Come on, ma. Y'know he deserved it." He tried to reason as they entered the house. The car ride to the house was complete silence. What're you supposed to say after you saw your boyfriend almost beat someone to death?

"Doesn't make things better." You voiced back, walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. Of course, Nate deserved it, he's a horrible person. But Fez shouldn't have been the person to do it; He'd already been targeted by the Jacobs and this just worsens it.

You took a moment to yourself, trying to calm down. You didn't wanna argue with him. Especially with Ash home. Ashtray grew up in this world, you know that, but you didn't want him to have to listen to you guys fight.

You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and opened the door. "You gonna let me clean your hands up or what?"

He sat on the toilet lid while you stayed standing, and started to dab at the wounds on his hands with a cotton ball. "Fuck." He hissed as the alcohol hit the skin. "What you get for acting like that." You said.

"You still on that shit, for real?" You didn't respond. "I did that shit to protect you and your friends. Ion know how you gonna be mad at me for tryna make sure he didn't fuck with you again."

"That's not even the point," You continued to clean his fingers up. "The point is that you know he can fuck shit up all he wants because of who he is, and who his dad is, but you still fought him. You say you're protecting me but this just makes things worse."

"I don't give a fuck what they gonna try doing to me. All I care about is that he keeps his bitchass away from my girl." He didn't like arguing with you. He knew his actions were sometimes questionable, but they were from a good place. He loved you, and if protecting you meant beating the shit out of Nate motherfuckin Jacobs, then so be it.

You continued to clean his hands in silence, completely over this whole thing. Yeah, he's trying to protect you, but how's he gonna protect you when he's behind bars cause Cal Jacobs tries taking this to the police?

"There." You mumbled. "Thanks." He stood up and watched as you picked up all the cotton balls and threw them away. You started to walk out of the bathroom, but he caught your hand and pulled you back to him.

"Fez, I'm tired. Lemme go to bed." You tried to pull away. "Hold on." He started to speak again, "You know I love you, ma. Everything I do is for you and Ash." He spoke quietly, looking down at you.

"I know." You responded, "And I trust you, and I know you can handle yourself. But when you put yourself into these situations, it's hard for me to not worry about you."

He laughed a little bit, "I always got you, ma. You ain't gotta worry bout me. That's my job." You smiled up at him, and at that moment you knew this Nate thing would blow over.