"Grey" Fezco O'Neill x black fem reader

4- McKay's party pt.2, 🍋

Content- nsfw, grinding fingering and dirty talk.

You knew when you agreed to wait with Fezco for Maddy that he'd end up taking you home. Fezco offered to take you to your house, but you declined and told him how your mom would smell the spilled alcohol, and it would get you in trouble. It was an obvious lie. Leslie had been hyper focused on Rue all summer even before she came back, and even if she wasn't, it's not like she'd be paying any attention to you.

Apologies weren't really something you were used to. Giving or receiving. You thought back to the last time you saw Fezco. His words, his touch, his presence were carved into your mind, opening a wound you convinced yourself was healed. That and forced you to realize the obvious difference between your ex's. One would ignore you and let you cry, and Fezco would hold and comfort you. And you had the audacity to compare them. Then again, you were really drunk.

"I was thinking we should talk." Fezco abruptly broke the car's calm silence and snapped you out of your thoughts. "Ya know uh since Rue's back I been thinking about how we-" He quickly corrects himself. "I ended things. And I realized I never gave you like a real reason and ever since you slept over Ashtray been asking bout you."

You can't control the big smile that spreads across your face. It was an odd thing, Ashtray missing you. The thought of him admitting it or mentioning it to Fezco was almost unimaginable. Almost.

"He has ?" You ask softly, smile still beaming.

"Yea." He chuckles. "He been on my ass about it."

You both laugh, and Fezco's smile matches yours. There's a light dust of pink over his skin and a building heat on yours. Maybe it was the two shots from earlier giving you a false sense of warmth, or maybe it was something else.

Once you were inside Fezco's house, you were greeted with an interesting surprise. You discarded your outfit and settled on wearing Fezco's teal palace cable knit sweater. Standing in his bathroom, your mouth hung in awe. Facial cleanser, moisturizer, cleansing water and even a brand-new toothbrush were waiting for you in a small pink bag. You turn to Fezco, who's face is now practically neon, and give him a curious smile.

"Uh." He thinks for a second. "That's all Ash."

He tells you, but it's clear you're not buying it.

"He was just tryna make sure you had everything you needed next time you came over."

You don't push any further and decide his excuse was good enough.

"Well I guess tomorrow imma need to give him a big thank you."

Being Fezco he gave you his bed and went to the living room to smoke and eventually sleep on the couch. But once you find yourself actually in his bed, you were suddenly wide awake. Your mind running a mile a minute, not all the thoughts were about him. But at least 95 percent were. You wished you could say they were all wholesome and sweet, but even the smallest amount of alcohol had a way of corrupting you. Not wanting to waste any time, you hopped out of the bed and made your way to the living room, where Fezco was finishing his blunt.

Being bold and taking him by surprise, you made your intention clear by sitting on his lap.

"You good?" He asked, voice deep and hoarse from smoking.

At first, you don't say anything and simply bring your head to his shoulder, keeping your eyes on his. Taking a deep inhale your nose fills with a comforting mix of weed and Fezco light hints of his cologne also peak through. It wasn't just comforting, it was seductive and almost intoxicating. It only made you want him more, miss him more.

And although he wasn't vocalizing it or showing it in his actions the way you were, Fezco felt the same way. It was a common thing between the two of you. Knowing you felt the same way without having to acknowledge it and just knowing. He watches you cautiously, not wanting to misinterpret the situation as you bring your lips to his.