Fezco // Safe Space (𝔼𝕦𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒)

Chapter 7

Sofia's POV

I had sent Rue a text as soon as I got home. I told her to go home when she wakes up because I already knew she'd be in trouble with her mom once she got home for being out for so long. Maddy, however, covered for me and told our parents that I was with Rue. She also told Devin that I was drunk and going through some things mentally, but that I was safe with Rue at her friend's house. Hopefully he assumes that it's a female friend. 

Despite how late it was by the time I got home, Devin agreed to see me. So I was currently changing from Fez's clothes into my own outfit and spraying myself in perfume so he wouldn't accuse me of cheating with another guy. Devin was on his way, and I was ready to put my plan to action. If I can't leave him, I might as well get something beneficial from this relationship.

He pulled up a few minutes later, and I got in the passenger's seat. He pulled off away from my house without talking and only minutes later we were pulling out of the McDonald's drive thru and into the parking lot. It's not the best place, but he knew it would always make me happy at night.

I sipped on my milkshake while he parked the car, looking over at me. "What's going on, Sof?" he asks me seriously. "Nothing... I guess Maddy told you I had a lot of things on my mind." I mentioned casually. "Yeah and I'm worried about you. Look, I'm sorry about the way I acted the last time we saw each other... what I did to you, it wasn't right. I just wanna make things right with you." he said, leaning over to kiss me. I hesitated before kissing him back, not wanting him to touch me right now.

"Well... I've been thinking about getting a job or something. I won't be able to see you as much anymore." I tell him. "A job? why... what's the point of working when I already give you everything you want?" he asks me.

"Well, I can't just be codependent on you forever." I tell him honestly. "Uh... yes, you can, Sofia. Thats the point. You know I'm gonna marry you, right?" he says. I shiver at the thought, imagining how much worse he's gonna be once he puts a ring on my finger. I'll be the stupid house wife who gets cheated on for a living.

I sigh, taking a bite of my chicken nugget. "Honestly Devin, you already do so much for me... I can't keep asking you for things." I begin to tell him, knowing that stroking his ego works every time whenever I want something from him.

"Plus, I need to take responsibility for the things I want in life. And right now, I just want some extra spending money. Shopping is the only thing that helps me take my mind off of everything that's been going on in my head after... you know..." I trail off, hoping he would catch on to the fact that he was caught cheating on me again less than a month ago. He did and shook his head, taking my hand in his. 

"I'm really sorry about everything, Sofia. Just please... don't get a job." he says to me. He opens up his glove department, revealing a stack of cash. He takes out half and puts it in a rubber band, handing it to me. My face lit up and I smiled at him. "If you wanted to go shopping, that's all you had to say. Getting a job is pointless when you have me, plus you know how busy I've been recently. I can't afford to lose anymore time that we could be spending with each other. I know I haven't been available but-" I cut him off, kissing him passionately. 

After counting the cash while he was talking, I saw that it was well over $600, which was honestly all I needed. But he came in clutch just like he always does. We made out in the back seat shortly after, and he pulled away momentarily to pull 2 shots of rum out of his jacket pocket. "Picked you up a surprise" he told me and I smiled at him, opening mine and downing it immediately. He took his shot as well, then he ended up taking off my clothes while making out with me. In a McDonald's parking lot? Really? This is new...

Having sex with Devin didn't feel... right. It always felt disgusting after remembering all the times he had been with other girls shortly before/after sleeping with me. But still, I did it anyway. Not because I want to, but because I have to. When Devin wanted sex, there was never usually any way to turn him down. He would get too pushy, and if he knew that I was uncomfortable, he would get angry. So a lot of the time, I found myself faking my own pleasure for the sake of his. It made me feel pathetic.

I didn't feel like his girlfriend, I felt like a prostitute. But he always made sure to be gentle in the beginning. He thought it would turn me on, but the longer and slower I had to look him in the face only made me want to throw up. He wasn't always rough during sex, but he was still very inconsiderate of how comfortable I feel during certain positions and scenarios. He used to be attractive to me, but now he is the reason I struggle to get wet.

Suddenly, I thought of Fez. His face, his smile... the way he stands so close to me. I felt Devins dick slide deeper into me, my pussy finally getting wetter. I started bouncing myself back and forth against his body, closing my eyes and thinking of how Fez's lips would taste against mine. Or how big his hands would feel on my body. How big his dick would feel inside of me.

Fez without a shirt. Fez pinning me down against his bed. Fez with my legs wrapped around his torso. Fez with his face between my legs. Before I knew it, my stomach tightened up and I felt myself squirting all over him, my juices dripping down Devin's dick.

Devin finished shortly after, wiping up his mess with a tissue after he pulled himself away from me. I climbed back into the passenger's seat so I could get dressed. It wasn't hard to see that we weren't in love with each other, and I'm not sure why he wanted to keep me trapped if he wasn't passionate about me. But still I stayed.

I made sure the money he gave me was secured inside my purse before re-applying my lipstick in his mirror, knowing I would only be taking it off once I got home. Devin didn't like me when I looked sloppy, only when we were having sex. Aside from that, he wanted me to look classy at all times. Not like a hooker who just got railed.

After a few minutes of talking and finishing our food, he began driving me home. I couldn't help but think about the time I spent fantasizing about Fez. Did I really find him that attractive? I can't believe I came for the first time in months because I was thinking about him. That's actually insane. It made me want more.

I thought about the butterflies I got when we almost kissed before I left his house. Maybe I'm overthinking the whole thing, but nobody comes that close to another person's face without intending on coming closer.

We finally pulled up to my doorstep, and I gave him a peck on the lips before making my way back inside my house. I checked my phone to see that it was almost 6 in the morning and I decided to take a quick shower. I felt disgusting. Once I was done taking off my lipstick, I stepped into the steaming hot shower and let the water run down my body.

Was it wrong to think of Fez like that?  After stepping out, I applied some perfume and body lotion before getting dressed back into Fez's grey sweatpants and grey shirt. I wore my white air forces and applied some chapstick before over-doing the lipgloss as I always do. I threw a piece of gum in my mouth after brushing my teeth and picked my purse back up to count the money.

I counted $1,500 total. See what I mean? You wouldn't dump his ass either if you were me. City girls up 100 I thought to myself. Anyway- I picked up my phone and sent out a text, knowing my plan worked. Hopefully he was still awake.

me- can I come back?

Fez- yes 

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