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"Happy Halloween!" Mariah smiled excitedly as she handed Ashtray a Halloween donut from the box of Krispy Kreme she and Fezco bought last night.

Ashtray stared at the vampire donut in his hand before he glared up at Mariah as she grabbed a donut for herself and joined him at the table while Fezco walked into the kitchen from using the bathroom.

"I know you were dressed as a bunny last night, but that gave you no reason to fuck like bunnies when you got home," Ashtray scolded the two as he watched Fezco sit right next to his girl.

"Shut up, I bought you donuts," Mariah frowned.

"Every time I took my headphones off it was the same bed hitting the wall sound, I'm traumatized!" Ashtray gave them a look.

"You aight," Fezco mumbled with a laugh, taking a bite from Mariah's donut before he grabbed his own.

"You wanna see the pictures?" Mariah asked Ashtray and smiled, reaching for the envelope she dropped on the table of pictures that were printed last night at the club.

"Of you fucking!!!????" Ashtray exclaimed, giving her a look of disgust.

Mariah's eyes widened while Fezco laughed, "Noooo, of us at the party! Oh my god, get your head out of the gutter."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a few pictures from the envelope, searching for the pictures of her and Fezco together.

"Look," Mariah excitedly plucked a picture of her and her man from the mix to show Ashtray, smiling as he took a good look at it.

Ashtray scoffed before shaking his head with a smirk on his face, "You're too hot for Fez."

"Shut up, your brother's the finest man on this planet," Mariah scoffed back before Fezco could say anything, turning her head to face him. "Don't listen to him baby, I literally drool every time I see you."

Fezco smirked and shook his head at her before giving her a quick kiss and grabbing another donut.

"I hope I never fall in love, I don't wanna be like you," Ashtray grumbled, also reaching for another donut.

"Okay, don't be crying when you realize you're gonna die alone," Mariah rolled her eyes.

"Everyone dies alone," Ashtray remarked with an eyeroll. "Dumb ass."

"Not me!! Babe, if you die, I die," Mariah let Fezco know and smiled.

"You'd kill yourself?" Ashtray squinted at her, he knew she was serious.

"Yeah, unless I die from a broken heart first," Mariah nodded, making Fezco laugh and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her all close to him.

"You trippen, I ain't dyin and you sure as hell ain't dyin," He mumbled in her ear before giving the skin behind it a kiss.

Ashtray gagged. "Nah, you will, cause I'm fucking killing you."

"Why are you so bitter today?" Mariah asked him, lowkey fed up with his attitude. "It's Halloween."

"Word, fuck is up wit you?" Fezco agreed and furrowed his eyebrows at his little brother.

Ashtray scoffed, "Nothing, I'm just tired of both of you."

"Aweee you want a hug?" Mariah cooed and opened her arms for him.

"No," Ashtray replied sternly, giving her a look, although deep down, he thought a hug would be nice.

Mariah giggled before escaping Fezco's embrace and pulling Ashtray into a hug, Fezco watching rather amused as Ashtray fake grimaced.

"I love you Rollingtrayyyy," Mariah smiled, her arms wrapped tightly around the kid. Ashtray glared at Fezco as he hugged her back, making him laugh.

When Mariah pulled away, Ashtray practically pushed her off him, making her roll her eyes and grab one of the pictures of her and Fezco off the table to stick on the fridge.

"You goin trick or treating tonight?" Fezco asked Ashtray, watching Mariah arrange a few random magnets into a heart around their picture. "Take a couple dimes wit you, re up's next week."

Ashtray nodded in response, glancing over at his Al Capone costume hung on his door that Mariah helped him put together.

He could say whatever he wanted about her, but he couldn't say that she wasn't literally the sweetest girl in the world to him after she went out of her way to help him with his costume.

She went out of her way to do quite a lot for him and Fezco, like clean here and there and cook them breakfast and dinner. It didn't sound like much, but it meant a lot to the two boys.

If things didn't end up working out with Fezco and Mariah–which was unlikely as fuck–and if it were somehow Fezco's fault, Ashtray was gonna fuck him up for ruining it. Even if it wasn't his fault, Ashtray would fuck him up for letting her go.

Ashtray could whine and complain about them and their couple things, and he could gag every time he heard them flirting or saw them kissing, but deep down he was happy they were together. Extremely.

So happy that sometimes he disregarded them and their couple things, like now as he joined them in the living room to binge watch all the Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episodes while eating the rest of the box of Halloween decorated donuts and other snacks they had laying around the house.

Mariah decided to hop in the shower a little after noon, Fezco getting up off the couch with her to join in, making Ashtray give them both disgusted looks as they disappeared into the hallway, then went to lock himself in his room and away from them.

After their regular degular shower together, Mariah started to prep her face to do her makeup and blow dried her hair so she could straighten it while Fezco decided to go out and get some food, dragging Ashtray with him.

Mariah was trying on her dress and making sure she still liked it on herself when they returned with bags of McDonald's a few minutes later, blushing at the way Fezco teasingly whistled when he entered his room to see her smoothing her dress down along her body in front of his mirror.

She smiled at him through the mirror for a second, bashfully looking away as he closed the door a little.

"You might be a angel but we sinning tonight fosho," Fezco mumbled, setting their bag of food on his bed as he took a seat.

Mariah giggled, shaking her head at him before she grabbed the shirt she was wearing before and put it on over her dress to continue getting ready.

"Definitely sinning once you put that suit onnn," Mariah said in a singy song voice, eyes flickering over to the suit apart of Fezco's costume that she laid out out on his bed for him.

Fezco was going as a mob boss, and Mariah was going as an angel. She really wanted to do a couple's costume, she'd always wanted to do matching costumes with her boyfriend, but due to asking previous guys to dress up with her in the past and always being rejected and told that that was stupid, she didn't ask Fezco.

Although she felt like he might've been down with it with the way he had been saying, hinting almost, that she would've looked hot as his mob boss' wife. He was too cute.

After they ate, Mariah continued getting ready while Fezco lit up a joint and smoked for a good while before he decided he should probably get dressed too.

He was buttoning his shirt up in front of the mirror when Mariah finished straightening her hair, feeling her hands sneak their way up his back and onto his shoulders as she stood on her toes and pressed herself against his back, giving his neck a kiss before she caught him off guard and licked a stripe up the skin.

"I ain't even got the whole suit on yet," Fezco told her with a shy laugh at the tickling feeling her tongue made on his neck.

"And you're already the finest mob boss I ever seen," Mariah smiled as he buttoned the last button and snuck his arm behind her, pulling her besides him.

"Lemme see you," He said as he checked her out for a second. "If anybody ask, you my guardian angel, aight? Tryna turn a mob boss towards the right path or somethin."

Mariah smiled at his attempt to somehow correlate their costumes together. Maybe she should've asked.

"Hmmm no, I think ima just tell everyone you're a pimp and I'm your personal prostitute."

Fezco's eyebrows shot up, laughing and shaking his head, "Nah, you not sayin that."

"We'll see," Mariah smirked.

"Nah, we not gonna see nothin. You not sayin that," Fezco gave her a look.

"And if I do?"

Fezco narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend, licking his lips before giving her a once over.

The look in his eyes as they swept down her body was enough to shut her the fuck up, knowing he was gonna really fuck her up if she didn't, giggling and reaching up to give him a kiss.

"I'm kidding," She half lied.

"Mhm," Fezco hummed, shaking his head at her before he put his vest on and then grabbed his jacket. "So what are you dressed as?"

"Your guardian angel," Mariah smiled innocently. She was telling at least one person otherwise.

"And my good girl," Fezco drawled out with a teasing smirk, he knew Mariah loved when he called her that.

She playfully rolled her eyes at him before cupping his pretty face in her hands, taking his attention away from the jacket he was about to put on to make eye contact with his girl.

"What happened to my shy Fezco?"

"Shut the fuck up bruh," He laughed, making Mariah smile at the crinkles around his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks.

She giggled at his laugh, gently pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his nose.

"Being kissed by an angel feels nice," He mumbled as he slid his arms into his jacket and pulled it on.

"I bet fucking an angel feels even nicer," Mariah whispered, watching him fix his jacket on himself.

She loved this suit on him, and like he'd been dying to see her in her bunny costume, she'd been dying to see him in this suit again after he tried it on a few days ago.

Something about a man in a suit–something about her man in a suit. She was for sure not being let back into heaven after her night with him.

"You gon send me straight to heaven, ain't nothin new though," Fezco sighed as Mariah ran her hand along his chest.

"I think there's something wrong with us, why are we this thirsty right now?" Mariah giggled, stepping away from him to grab her heels.

Fezco looked over his shoulder at her and furrowed his eyebrows, "You seen yourself?"

Mariah sat down on the bed, slipping her feet into her heels with a laugh. "You're right, stupid question. We needa chill though."

She glanced at her phone placed on the bedside table as it buzzed, picking it up in her hand and reading a few texts from Isabella when she opened her phone.

"Aweee, Reyna's so cute in her lil ladybug costume. My lil lovebug," Mariah smiled at the pictures of Reyna and Carlos in their costumes that Isabella sent, reading a text saying that Reyna wanted to Facetime. "Ima call her real quick."

Fezco listened to his girl talk on the phone with her niece while he straightened out his costume, smiling and walking over when Reyna asked for him.

"Sup kid," Fezco greeted her as Mariah pulled him down to sit with her, arm around his head.

"Hi," Reyna shyly smiled.

"Yo, you got a sick ladybug costume, I'm jealous," Fezco told her.

"Thank you," Reyna giggled, making Mariah scoff.

"Why you over here giggling homegirl, this is my man," Mariah let her know, recognizing that giggle as one of her own whenever Fezco said something cute.

"Bro shut up," Fezco laughed at Mariah, nudging her cheek with his finger before getting up.

"I miss you Titi," Reyna changed the subject on the other side of the phone.

It'd been days since Mariah had been home, and she didn't miss a thing about being home, but hearing that Reyna missed her warmed her heart.

"Awe I miss you too, lovebug. Don't worry, I'm going home tomorrow, okay?" Mariah assured her with a smile.

After Mariah got off the phone with Reyna, her eyes drifted up to stare at Fezco, who was clasping his chains around his neck.

She got butterflies at the pure sight of him, which Fezco noticed after he felt her eyes on him. They made eye contact through the mirror, Mariah giggling when Fezco winked at her before they broke out into smiles.

"Come here," Mariah said and held her arms out, standing up herself and walking over to her man.

"Wassup?" Fezco asked her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging back with one of his arms.

"Nothing, I just love you," She smiled.

"Yeah, well, I jus love you more," Fezco grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Hmmmm I don't know about that," Mariah disagreed, gently grabbing his face in her hands. Fezco leaned his head down after she motioned for him to, blushing at the feeling of her lips on his forehead in return.

"I do," He said with a slight shrug, smoothing his hand down her back.

"You look super handsome," Mariah smiled, moving her arms to wrap around his neck now. "But I bet you'd look better on top of me."

Fezco clicked his tongue, remembering her saying something about they needed to chill.

He secured his arm around her waist, dragging her to the bed and trying to fight the smile forming on his face at her uncontrollable laughter as he pinned her down, getting all in her face.

"This what you wanted?" He teased, his lips ghosting hers as he placed a hand on her thigh to keep her legs spread so there was room for him to stand between.

"Yes," Mariah shamelessly admitted with a smile.

Fezco's lips curled up into a mischievous smile, his eyes staring into Mariah's soul as his hand slowly inched towards the panties she wore under her dress.

He slipped a finger into them, not missing the way Mariah's breath hitched under him, only making him smile even bigger.

Mariah bit back any hurry up's because she knew if she said anything about his turtle ass fucking movements, he was gonna start moving like an elderly turtle, and she was far too impatient for that. But she would die to hear him raise his voice at her for being a brat, so she was torn.

Fezco almost felt bad for what he was about to do as he felt how wet his girl was for him, but he knew he'd definitely make it up to her later.

"C'mon, we gotta get goin," He mumbled, withdrawing his finger from her and fixing her panties and her dress.

"You did not," Mariah raised her eyebrows at her boyfriend in disbelief.

Fezco smirked, holding a hand out for her to take so he could help her off as he licked his other hand's pointer and middle finger clean.

"I fucking hate you," Mariah rolled her eyes, pulling his fingers out his mouth to keep her from dripping, which by the looks of it, she wasn't too far off.

"You sure? Cause you was sayin you loved me not too long ago," Fezco quizzed.

"That was back when you weren't an asshole."

He just laughed, shaking his head as he opened his bedroom door and walked out, "C'mon, beautiful."

"Why's she mad?" Ashtray narrowed his eyes at Mariah after she ignored something Fezco asked her while he drove to drop off Ashtray in the rich neighborhoods before going to the party.

Fezco glanced over at Mariah, smirking at the way she ignored Ashtray's question along with Fezco's previous question.

"No idea," Fezco shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not mad, I'm–I'm not even gonna say it," Mariah rolled her eyes. "Your brother's an asshole and I'm not fucking him for the rest of the month."

Ashtray almost clapped, happy he wouldn't have to hear their clapping when he remembered that it was the last day of the fucking month.

"It's the 31st, Mariah," Ashtray pointed out and gave her a confused look, making Fezco laugh. "There's like 4 hours left in the month."

After Fezco dropped Ashtray off, he and Mariah were left to drive to the party in silence, but it was a comfortable silence although she was mad but not mad at him. Even though she was mad but not mad, she still let him drop his hand in her thigh and hold her hand in his.

But like always, she couldn't stay not-mad at Fezco, especially not when he opened the car door for her and helped her out of his car once he parked.

Mariah fixed her hair in the reflection of the car window while Fezco stuffed whatever he could into his pockets to sell, glancing at his girl as she watched as he closed the door to the backseat.

Fezco walked into the party with his girl close behind him, tightly gripping onto his hand as she followed. It wasn't until they were inside and it wasn't all crowded that he pulled her to walk in front of him, letting go of her hand to place his on the small of her back.

"Lets get drinks," Mariah told Fezco, glancing over her shoulder at him when she saw a few people pouring themselves drinks in the kitchen. "I don't think I've ever seen you drunk."

"And you never will," Fezco laughed.

That was a lie. Fezco wasn't much of a drinker, but whenever he did drink at a party, he found himself getting tipsy pretty fast. And usually he'd stop before he got drunk, but whatever it was that Mariah mixed together was actually really good and he couldn't.

"Okay wait, slow down," Mariah giggled, taking the red solo cup from his hand as he downed the rest of his third drink.

They had been seated outside by the pool on a couch, people coming up to Fezco to make a purchase every once in a while. Mariah had gone to get them refills every time their cups were empty, and Fezco only let her go alone because he could see her from where he sat.

He had told her when they sat down that if she needed to go use the bathroom or anything that he'd go with her, that he wasn't gonna let his girl walk around this party alone.

Mariah was sat on his lap, replacing his cup with the blunt he passed her a few seconds ago instead, "I thought you weren't much of a drinker."

Fezco clicked his tongue at her teasing tone and smiled, shaking his head, "I'm not."

"You sure?" She laughed, watching him place his blunt between his lips.

"Mhmm," He hummed a response, rubbing his hand along her side hip as he let the smoke escape his lips while he stared at his girl on his lap in awe. "Yo, so like, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"Shut up," Mariah laughed.

"Someone better call up god, homeboy done lost one'a his angels," Fezco mumbled, smiling at the way Mariah blushed at his corny ass jokes.

She smiled down at him and leaned in, giving him a few kisses and giggling in between.

Mariah looked up away from him upon seeing someone approach them out of the corner of her eye, recognizing Rue as she sat down.

Fezco followed Mariah's sightline to look at Rue, half nodding at her as his girl backed off of him.

"Hey, wassup kid?" Fezco greeted her.

"Hey," Rue awkwardly waved at the couple, looking at Fezco and occasionally glancing at Mariah. "Uh, look I owe you an apology."

"Nah, c'mon now. We're good," Fezco insisted, subconsciously tapping his fingers along Mariah's thigh.

"I um...I said some really fucked up shit I didn't mean," Rue went on to apologize anyway.

"Listen, Rue," Fezco spoke up as she stammered, looking for what to say. "You a drug addict, I don't take nothin a drug addict says personally cause I don't believe nothin a drug addict say."

Mariah stared at the side of her man's face as he spoke, then glanced at Rue, who awkwardly sat at the end of the couch.

"I love you, I hate you. You the best. Go fuck yourself. It's all the same shit, you know what I'm sayin?" Fezco continued. "Y'all just lookin for a angle in."

Rue sighed, "Yeah, I know, but...as your friend, I need you to know that I'm sorry. And I love you."

"I love you too, kid," Fezco said back.

"And Mariah, I'm also really sorry for what I said to you. Fez should've let you beat me up, cause I deserves it," Rue said to the girl on Fezco's lap.

"Yeah, you did," Mariah agreed, making Fezco nudge her side. "It's okay though," She added with a smile.

Fezco stared up at his girl as she smiled at Rue, remembering that he never got the chance to introduce the two since he hadn't talked to Rue after her outburst outside his door.

Fezco sat up straight from where he slouched on the sofa, tightening his arm around Mariah's hips so she wouldn't fall with his movements, feeling Mariah place her hand that wasn't holding their red solo cups on his shoulder to steady herself.

"Yo, I never got the chance to introduce y'all," Fezco brought up, lowkey excited to introduce his girl to someone. "Ma, this Rue, and Rue, this my girl."

Mariah smiled, her heart melting at hearing him introduce her as my girl.

"It's nice to meet you," Mariah said to Rue, wrapping an arm around Fezco's shoulders.

"Likewise," Rue smiled, watching Mariah take a sip from her cup before she exchanged looks with Fezco and widened her eyes because she couldn't believe how hot this girl on his lap was. "And I'm really sorry about everything."

"No it's okay, if Fezco forgives you then I do too," Mariah assured her, taking a look at her costume. "Who are you dressed as?"

"I'm Marlene Dietrich," Rue answered. "The actress."

Mariah exchanged looks with Fezco because she didn't know who that was, making him laugh.

"What are you guys?" Rue changed the subject.

"He's a pimp and I'm his prostitute," Mariah answered before Fezco could, making him kiss his teeth while Rue burst out laughing.

"Fuck did I tell you?" Fezco asked Mariah with an eyebrow raise, shaking his head at her.

Mariah rolled her eyes, "He's a mob boss and I'm his guardian angel tryna steer him in the right path or whatever. So wack."

"I think I like the pimp and prostitute better," Rue said in between laughs.

"Don't encourage her bruh," Fezco continued shaking his head, staring up at Mariah before letting out a laugh and turning to Rue. "So like, you sober?"

Rue smiled, letting out a sigh, "Yeah."

"And how's that?"

"You know, it's weird. I've been fucked up so long that it kind of feels like a new drug," Rue explained.

"I feel you," Fezco nodded, his eyes flickering between his blunt and his girlfriend on his lap before they fell on some girl–that girl Rue wouldn't shut up about a while back as she stumbled near the pool. "Yo, ain't that your homegirl right there?"

The three turned to watch Jules fall into the pool, making Mariah cover her mouth with her hand to muffle a laugh while Rue shot up in her seat to go help her.

"Yo, you fucked up," Fezco told Mariah and laughed.

"You're laughing too," She scoffed, poking his chest. "You wanna go dance?"

"Nah, I'm working," Fezco excused.

"Come on, please? Just one song, I promise," Mariah smiled.

"Nah, you over here tellin Rue you my prostitute after I told you not to say that," Fezco reminded her. "Ion think I should go dance with you when you don't listen."

"I'm sorryyyy," Mariah dragged out, leaning all close and smushing their faces together. "Please?"

Fezco side eyed her as she stared at him, taking a hit of his blunt before sighing in defeat. He couldn't ever say no to her, even if he tried.

And before he knew it, he was among other partygoers, taking sips from his girlfriend's drink and rubbing his hand along her ass while she threw it back on him.

Wherever people went to have fun, Fezco was there to do business. The fair, the strip club, parties.

But with Mariah, he found himself allowing himself to have fun, no matter where he was at. His girl brought out a new side to him.

His grandma would probably smack him upside the head for letting a girl get in the way of his work–

What would his grandma think of him walking around the East Highland fair with his girl and her niece when he was supposed to be handing out tickets? What would she think if she saw him slipping bills into her bra to keep her on his lap at the strip club? What would she say if she saw him now, a red solo cup in his hand and a joint held between his fingers while his girl danced on him in the middle of a Halloween party when he should be sat on a couch and wait for customers to approach him?

Shit, if his grandma had any sort of consciousness, she was most likely already disappointed–she and Fezco shared a wall, and like he said, he swore Mariah almost woke his grandma up once. So if she had any consciousness, she would have heard them, and she would've known.

But Fezco couldn't care any fucking less.

And that night, Fezco didn't care about anything that wasn't his girl.

Because that night, Fezco realized that he was in love with his girl.

She promised that it'd only be one song, so as soon as the song was done, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people, his heart fluttering at the giggles that escaped her lips.

"You wanna cut?" He asked her as he lead her outside, pulling her under his arm.

"Aren't you working?" She reminded him.

"Yeah but," Fezco paused, peering down at her. "Fuck it. Let's go do sum else."

And by sum else, Fezco meant her riding him in his car before they found a random haunted house and went in, trick or treating at the neighboring houses before they both decided to go to Fezco's store and grab more drinks.

Fezco sat on the counter, watching Mariah mix a Dr. Pepper with a strawberry Fanta, insisting that it was the best soda combination in the world as she took a sip, laughing at the weird look he gave her.

"You wanna taste?" Mariah asked Fezco.

"I guess," He reached for the cup, but was pulled into a kiss instead, where he could definitely taste the soda mixture.

He smiled against her lips, neither of them pulling away, which only intensified things as Fezco slid his hands under Mariah's dress.

But they were interrupted by Ashtray walking into the store with a few people behind him, stopping in his tracks and portraying a horrified expression at his brother and his girl making out on the counter.

"Seriously? It's still October!" Ashtray shouted, scoffing and opening the door to the freezer.

Fezco and Mariah pulled away all quick, both looking back at Ashtray and his friends (or whoever the fuck they were) while Fezco fixed Mariah's dress.

"The fuck is this?" Fezco half nodded at Ashtray as Mariah rubbed off her lipstick stains from around his lips.

"I should be asking your nasty asses the same thing," Ashtray gave the couple a look. "They're all giving me a hundred bucks to tattoo them. Please don't start fucking and scare my clients away."

Ashtray disappeared into the freezer, letting the door shut behind him as he started to set up his tattoo station.

"You wanna get a tattoo?" Fezco asked Mariah, ignoring what Ashtray said as he started to kiss her again.

Mariah laughed against his lips, placing her hands on the sides of his face to look him in the eyes. "Maybe. You?"

"Maybe," Fezco shrugged, his eyes falling onto the butterfly tattooed onto her wrist.

"What would you get?" Mariah asked.

Fezco thought about it for a second before he smirked and reached into the pocket of his pants for his wallet, opening it and pulling out the lil paper with Mariah's lip stick print.

"No you wouldn't," Mariah laughed, blushing at his thought as he stared at the kiss.

"Yeah I would," Fezco mocked her laugh and smiled.

"Really?" Her heart warmed. "It's forever."

Fezco shrugged, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. "We forever."

Her heart melted.

Mariah smiled bashfully, still holding his face in her hands. "Don't make me cry, babe."

"I'm not trying to," He gave her a funny look and laughed before he held up the kiss on the paper.

After Ashtray finished tattooing all the people he brought along with him, Mariah watched him tattoo Fezco, smiling and hugging Fezco's arm for comfort as he got her kiss print tattooed over his heart.

"I want a tattoo too," Mariah decided as Ashtray placed some clear wrap over the frsshly inked skin on Fezco's chest, leaning in all close to whisper in his ear. "But I don't think Ash should do it."

She knew Fezco had some experience with tattooing, he taught Ashtray and even did his face tattoos on him.

"Word?" Fezco asked, squinting at her and fighting the smirk that threatened to appear.

"You guys are fucking sick, I'm going back out," Ashtray gave them looks before grabbing his pillow case and his phone, shaking his head at the two as he walked out the freezer.

"Be safe kid," Fezco called out, getting up off the chair and pulling Mariah all close to him. "So where you want this tattoo at, hmm?"

Mariah smiled, slowly turning and lifting the bottom of her dress up to show Fezco the heart tattooed on her butt, the one she knew he loved so much.

"I feel like the letter F would look reallyyyy cute inside the heart," Mariah smiled innocently.

Fezco swore his heart stopped for a second, his cheeks going pink. "You sure?"

"Positive," Mariah nodded.

"You know tattoos is a sin, right? They gonna let you back into heaven?" Fezco teased her, rubbing his thumb on the heart tattoo.

"I don't know, and I don't really care," Mariah smiled. "That way I can stay with you."

Fezco smiled at that, looking around and Ashtray's set up, and grabbing the stencil marker before he tapped his girlfriend's ass, motioning for her to lay on the chair.

Mariah didn't feel the pain of the tattoo at all, just the vibration of the tattoo needle inking into her skin. It actually felt nice, feeling Fezco's big hand spreading the skin while he tattoed his own initial into the heart, his favorite tattoo of hers.

He had kissed the skin before he got to tattooing, which gave her a fuck ton of butterflies.

Fezco tried to ignore her damp panties while he inked her, smirking to himself because he was gonna fuck her dumb the second he was done tattooing her.

"You feelin aight?" Fezco asked once he finished, hearing her hum back a response as he rubbed a finger between her folds. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Earlier," He smirked as she glanced back at him, continuing coating his finger in her. "Lemme make it up to you."

"Okayy," She agreed excitedly, feeling his fingers hook themselves into the waistband of her panties and pull them down carefully, mindful of her fresh tattoo.

Mariah let out a laugh watching Fezco stuff her panties into his pocket, both of them exchanging smiles before he pulled her into his arms.

"I love you," He told her as she pulled his suit jacket off of him.

"I love you more Superman."

im in luv with them both ♥💋

but I'm a slut for this man in his costume🙈