FEZCO IMAGINES. [@sargeant-bxrnes]

temptation & retribution.*

࿐ ˚ . ✦ summary: fez had to work, and you had to tease him while doing so. and when you tempt fez... retribution ensues.

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warnings: slight mention of alcohol & drug consumption, cursing, pda, grinding, dirty talk, thigh riding, manhandling, fez being horny & mad ig

࿐ ˚ . ✦ word count: 3.5K

"No, sorry." Fez's voice was soft, yet firm. He didn't want the rejection to sting, but he didn't want to encourage you either.

"Please, just 5 more minutes." you said, holding on to him, trying to keep your boyfriend in bed.

"Sorry baby, can't," he denied, trying to break free from your hold as you peppered kisses down his neck, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. "Gotta go, I've got lotta clients tonite."

"I know..." you trailed off, the tips of your fingers caressing his skin as your lips pressed soft kisses down his neck. "But five minutes won't make a difference, will they?"

"If we do this, it ain't gonna be 'just five minutes'," he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the blood rushing down to his dick. "and I really gotta go to this thing ma, gotta earn my money and shit."

"Fine," you agreed in a half-defeated tone, leaning back on the bed, removing your body from on top of his. "Go."

Fez hurried to get out of bed, if he spent any more time with you, hearing your voice and touching your skin, he'd stay. And as much as he wanted to, he really needed the money.

"Look," he spoke, putting on his clothes as you stared at him from between the sheets. "Imma come back in a few hours, and promise Imma spend the rest of the nite between yo' legs. Doin' whateva you want me to."

That was a fine proposal, you couldn't lie. The idea of Fez spending hours between your legs sounded promising, even more so as he knows what he's doing.

"Fine..." you said, folding your arms in front of your chest to pretend you were still mad, but Fez wasn't blind, he saw how flustered you'd gotten.

Once he got dressed, he picked up his phone and other stuff, before leaving the room, he walked back to the bed.

"Imma be back later," he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, lingering closer there. "Don't get dressed, want ya' naked when I get back."

You huffed in amusement, Fezco smiled softly and quickly got out of your shared bedroom. Once he was gone, you threw your head back in the pillow and groaned.

He always said you were the tease. But what about him? The cheesy mf knew exactly what to say to get you wet way before touching you.