"Grey" Fezco O'Neill x black fem reader

1- Rude awakening

Author's note/ warnings: Panic attack, being heavily drunk/high and blacking out. Great way to start.

Betrayal is a feeling that over your lifetime you've grown to know far too well. It's never a singular emotion, but a mixture of many all hitting you at once. It completely freezes, even paralyzes you, the realization that everything you were told and thought you knew were nothing but lies. You feel so utterly stuck in place, as if your feet were glued to the floor that your body was an anchor. You weren't sure if it was the weed, god awful mixture in your red solo cup or the fact that you were watching your one-year relationship get thrown out the window, but right now you were fucked up.

You weren't completely sure how long you watched the awful sight of your boyfriend sloppily open mouth kiss a random freshman, but you knew it was far too long. You blinked a few times to make sure this wasn't some drunken hallucination. And... It wasn't. Quickly, you down the rest of your drink and carelessly wipe your mouth with your forearm. Placing the cup on the kitchen counter you use it to steady yourself, taking a deep breath you forced your lungs to accept the air as your mind started to run rampant.

You'd never been cheated on before, you had no idea how to act in this moment, but you knew one thing. You had to get your lick back. But it couldn't be with just anyone and looking around the room there honestly wasn't any good options. And it had to be someone who would really hurt him. Someone taller, richer, and cuter than him. Or one of his friends. You knew they'd all say yes to you in a heartbeat, but he'd get over that too quick.

You scanned the room for a second time, hoping your drunk brain just missed some fine ass nigga. But your eyes fall on a familiar freckled face, and it was almost like a light bulb went off in your mind.

*bitch, don't be stupid* whatever logic left in your mind yelled *look the other way NOW*

It was a stupid idea, a very stupid idea. Even in the non-sober state you were in now, you knew that. Plus you and Fezco had... history and a lot of it, so logically it made no sense to try to use him to make your now ex-boyfriend jealous. But right now you really didn't give a fuck about logic, you gave a fuck about payback.

"Wanna go upstairs?" You whisper into his ear, allowing your soft lips to hover over his skin and give him goosebumps.

You don't wait to hear his response because you already knew what it is, instead you make your way upstairs. Making sure your boyfriend and his lil freshman saw. You found literally the only empty room upstairs and sat on the bed patiently. And to no surprise, a minute later, Fezco walked through the door, locking it behind him.

*What now?* You realized you hadn't really thought this through.

"Hey kid wassup." 

The first time he talks to you in forever, and that's what he says. After everything? Standing up, you pushed the thought away and walked towards him. His light blue eyes look you up and down as you step closer.

"I just wanted to talk." You whispered using your extra soft voice.

Your index finger trace his gold chain from the side of his neck to his chest before hooking under it and caressing his skin.

"Just talk, huh?" There's a sudden rasp to his voice.

You shrug and move the hand to the back of his neck before adding your other one.

"We can do more than just talk." 

He doesn't say anything, but the blue in his eyes shrink and his pupils expand. You both knew to some extent this was a bad idea, but when his lips meet yours all you can think about is how you want, need more. He wants to be gentle, but you're far more needy than he is, driven by shots and revenge. Opposed to his drive of simply wanting you.