on cloud nine.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez & you have been best friends for years, and you’d never gotten high together, until now. what neither of you two knew, is that it would change your lives forever.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: drug mention & consumption, cursing. sexual tension, manhandling, dirty talk. (high) sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering. kinda dom!fez [this one is FILTHY, fr]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 4K

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Fez could’ve sworn that you would be the death of him one day, you got him feeling all sort of shit he couldn’t put a name to.

He felt his heart racing as you looked up at him from the couch, your hand carefully holding his wrist, not letting him go.

You were giving him your best puppy eyes, those you knew got Fez weak as hell. Looking up at him though your lashes, pouting your lips just a little.

“Please, stay,” you asked your best friend. “You barely spend time with me anymore.”

“’s not because I don’t wanna, I’ve been busy, that all.” Fezco replied, looking down at you with his pretty blue eyes.

“Well, are you busy now?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Well no but—”

“Then stay, please, Fez.”

You missed hanging out with him. Lately he’d been really busy and barely having time to do anything else. You missed having him around, but couldn’t exactly explain why to him.

“What you wanna do?” He asked, eyeing you suspiciously, as he was getting an idea.

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

“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.”

Fezdid 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 neededhim.

"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.

You really had him on cloud nine.