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Summary: You leave town for a month to stay with your grandparents during summer vacation. When you come back you find that Fez has been… cranky in your absence. 

Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1,934

Author’s Note: I think I read another fanfic where reader was out sick for a week at work and the male character had been a complete bitch to the office while they were gone, so I decided to do that with Fez. I started this in April 2023… yeah life be life-ing. Comments are appreciated :)

“Thank God,” Ashtray said opening the door before you were even able to knock.

Confusion filled your eyes. “Uhh, good to see you too, Ash.”

“He’s been cranky as hell since you left,” he replied, pulling you into his and Fez’s place.

“Fez,” you questioned. Why would he be cranky? Something bad must have happened while you were away. It was summer break and you always spent a month at your grandparents. This was your first day back, and you were making your rounds visiting the people you missed the most. 

“What happened,” you asked. You texted and called Fez while you were away, but it was never the same as being in person. Maybe he didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t spend your vacation worrying about him.

Ashtray looked annoyed, rolling his eyes at you. “You left, duh,” he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You decided to let it slide. There was no way Fez was cranky for a whole month because you left. Ash was just a kid, so he must have been mistaken. 

You shook your head. “Where is he?”

“Bedroom.”

Immediately making your way to Fez, you turned down the hall walking towards Fez’s closed bedroom door. You knocked then patiently waited.

“What you knocking for,” Fez said, thinking it was Ash at his door. “You never knock.” The door swung open reveling your grinning face. 

“Hey, Fezco,” you said with a little happy wave. “Long time no see.”

hey y'all this is my first one shot, and I am kind nervous, but I just watched euphoria and thought this would be a good fic idea y/n goes to fez's house and gets drugged by mouse instead of rue leading to a steamy confession

You knock on your best friend Fezco's door. "Fez, open up! It's pouring out here!"

The door cracks open a moment later. "Y/N, you really shouldn't be here."

"Too bad, I'm starving," you reply,making a beeline for the kitchen. You grab your favorite chipst.

"Nah, Y/N, I'm serious. You gotta get the fuck up out my house," Fez insists.

"Man stop stressin," you reply, plopping down on his couch and flipping through the TV channels.

"My supplier's bout to swing by, and I don't want you here when he does," Fez explains, growing more tense.

"I'm hungry," you repeat, munching on another chip.

"Then take the fucking chips with you," he grumbles.

"You're being hella rude today, but—" Before you can finish, Fez's phone rings, breaking the tense silence.

After a long pause, Fezco shakes his head. "I could fucking kill you right now."

Fez heads to the door as you turn off the TV. A tall, tattooed guy, way taller and bulkier than you expected, steps in behind Fez. 

"Well, shit, I didn't know your bitch would be here," he says, eyeing you.

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"Hnngh— baby, please..."

Harry moaned breathlessly underneath your cunt, watching though damp lashes as your pretty tits rose and fell with every deep breath and moan that left your pretty lips, his hands were uselessly hoovering over your hips, but not quite touching yet. Touching you was like a moth into a flame.

You both were never made to last. You both were never even made to know each other, it just happened—you, the pretty and slightly drunk girl, smiling nervously and full-of-embarassment after you spilled your drink all over his shirt (but was worth it after seeing such huge man tits and nicely built torso).

After the pub meeting, casual waves throughout the streets turned into little "hi"s mutually shared, small talks, then little invitations for lunch together, things escalated to foreplay during his house visits, and then to this point.

"Please what, baby..? Use your words."

You breathed out, throwing your head back and letting out a low moan as you kept riding his mouth, feeling every little bit of his hot mouth inside you-- every lick, the hotness of his tongue, every little suck at your numb and the delicious friction of his mustache on your cunt. It all felt amazing. Harry moaned loudly, sweaty hands clumsily hoovering on your hips before shakily clasping over them, feeling the supple skin under his fingertips as he devoured you so good. Thankfully, holding you managed to keep him anchored and not lose his shit.

"Need you to— mmgh— to cum, please..."

His hips jerked upwards, getting off to eating you out and a few dirty words shared as his hands began to shake but still keeping a grip on you. He couldn't get entough of this, but he desperately needed to taste you. That sweet and hot high that only you provided him, intoxicating and sweet as kiwi on a summer noon.

"P-please, I— I promise I'll clean you up so good-- I'll drink you clean spotless, but please—"

He moaned pathetically, his hips still thrusting up to nothing in particular as he moaned right on your numb and lapped messily at the wetness of your slit. You laughed softly at his current predicament, gently running one hand over his brown locks as you kept riding his mouth.

"You know I can't say no to you."

You breathed out, followed by your mouth going slightly agape, closing your pretty eyes as you began to breathe out heavily and let out a few pretty moans. Your leyelashes gently brushing over your cheeks as you began to approach your high and gave in to Harry's desire-- your squirt and slick spurted out directly to his mouth and face, making him moan and immediately dive in like a man dying of thirst. His tongue lapped at your entrance and he chugged down every drop offered, a small damp spot forming on his pants as he was getting off to eating you out.

"Thank you baby... thank you so much..."

He moaned into your numb, giving it one last stroke with his tongue before you lifted from his greedy mouth, watching into the mess you turned him into. Both hands came upwards to cover his eyes from the light room and ran a hand over his curls, completely soaked from face to chest. Yeah, out of every place you preffer Harry being, is between your legs.