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Fez stood outside of the strip club, the bass of the music reverberating through the building and filtering out into the night air. He shifted on his feet, his back aching slightly from standing for so long.
He had been shot 3 years prior. A drug deal gone wrong. The bullet had nicked his spinal cord, and he’d been paralyzed from the waist down. He had started going to physio right after his accident, and had started seeing Lexi not long after.
They were both under the impression that Fez couldn’t have children. So when Lexi had gotten pregnant, with twins no less, they had both been more than a little surprised.
Fez knew he had wanted the babies as soon as Lexi had told him she was pregnant. Lexi hadn’t been so sure. She eventually decided to keep the babies, and she and Fez had been dating since.
Since Lexi had gotten pregnant, he had made significant progress with his physiotherapy, and was now able to walk again. His physiotherapist had told him that because he had experienced a partial spinal cord injury rather than a complete one, and because he was so diligent with his physiotherapy, it wasn’t surprising to her that he had regained his ability to walk.
Fez heard the song inside the club change and he looked over his shoulder, peering through the smoke filled room as he watched Lexi walk onto the stage.
She was 6 months pregnant, and still stripping. Fez had wanted her to stop stripping while she was pregnant, but Lexi was adamant that she continue to work. Fez knew it had a lot to do with how she had grown up. She had been shuffled through the foster system after her parents had died, and she never wanted to be dependent on anyone but herself ever again.
Fez wished he could make her trust him fully. He wished that he could tell her that he’d take care of her and their babies. But he knew how her head worked. It was the same way that his worked. He thought that was part of the reason they had connected in the way that they did. They had both been through hard shit, and they didn’t trust people easily.
But as he watched her now, no top on, her full breasts and rounded belly on full display for a room full of horny, middle-aged men, he wanted nothing more than to walk into the club and pull her off the stage.
He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding against one another, and he took in a deep breath to keep his anger to a minimum.
He turned to look back outside, the territorial feeling he had regarding Lexi and their babies building inside of him.
He ran a hand over his face, and took in another deep, steadying breath, the November air cool as he inhaled it deep into his lungs. His back twinged again, and he closed his eyes, more frustration building inside of him as he shifted on his feet, the constant pain he felt in his back never ceasing.
He looked back over his shoulder and into the club, Lexi’s rounded body sauntering across the stage gracefully.
Fuck, he loved her. She was fucking perfect. Sweet, and smart, and beautiful. And now she was carrying his babies inside of her.
He watched as her eyes flitted over to where he was standing outside of the club. A long moment passed as she continued to look at him, her dark eyes locked onto his, and he felt a rush of heat rip through his chest when she gave him a smile, her beautiful lips stretching over her white teeth. He watched as she trailed her hands down across her full breasts, her fingers gliding across the pronounced swell of her round belly.
He couldn’t help the little smirk that made its way to his face at the show she was putting on for him.
His girl was fucking perfect. And she was his. And she was letting him know she knew that by the simple act of looking across the room at him as she trailed her hands across her heavy body, her fingers gliding across the tight skin covering the babies he had put inside of her.
His eyes snapped away from hers when he saw one of the men sitting in the front row shift. The man stood, a fistful of dollar bills in his hand. He roughly stuffed them into the front of Lexi's black G-string, and then he was grabbing the thin material of her panties and pulling her towards him.
Fez didn’t hesitate, and he began to walk into the club, anger rolling through his entire body. He watched as the man's free hand trailed across Lexi’s round belly, and then moved to squeeze one of her breasts harshly. Lexi tried pushing the man away, but the more she struggled to get away from him, the more aggressive the man became.
Fez was across the club in less than 5 seconds, and then he was grabbing the man by the back of his shirt. The man refused to let go of her thong, and Lexi’s G-string ripped as Fez pulled the man away from her.
A few of the other girls ran onto the stage, wrapping a robe around Lexi quickly. They tried to pull her off the stage and take her to the dressing room, but Lexi brushed them off as she watched Fez land the first punch to the man's face.
The man fell to the ground and Fez was quick to kneel over him, one of his hands gripping the man by the hair, his other hand landing blow after devastating blow to the now unconscious man underneath him.
He wanted to kill this fucking guy for touching his girl. For putting his hands on her. And so he continued to beat him, his knuckles crunching against bone, the floor beneath them unyielding as Fez beat the man’s now broken and bloodied face into it.
He didn’t want to stop. The thought of someone touching Lexi like that, some strangers hands on her breasts and belly. The thought of someone toughing her at all, filled Fez with a blind rage
Lexi watched in breathless silence as Fez’s bloodied fist continued to connect with the man's broken face. It felt like it went on forever, and Lexi was afraid that Fez was going to kill the guy. And then two of the other bouncers were running into the club and pulling Fez off of the bloodied body underneath him.
Fez pushed them off of him, his face pulled into a furious expression.
His eyes locked onto Lexi’s and she gulped nervously when she saw how furious his eyes were. His shoulders were set, his muscles rigid under the long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing. His eyes were locked onto hers as he began to walk deeper into the club, and Lexi felt her body flush hot at the sight of him. His gold chains swinging against his broad chest, his ringed fingers and hands covered in someone else’s blood.
He ripped his eyes from hers, and Lexi watched as his tall, broad body walked away from her and disappeared into the back of the club.
She made her way off of the stage, and moved towards the back room as fast as she could.
When she got into the dressing room, the other girls that were in there looked at her, some of them with amused looks on their faces, others with wide worried eyes.
“Where is he?” Lexi asked, her voice void of any levity.
One of the girls pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hall and Lexi began to make her way towards it.
The door was slightly ajar when she reached it, and she peered through the crack to see Fez rinsing his hands off in the sink, the red tinged water circling the drain before disappearing down it.
She pushed the door open, and watched as Fez’s head lifted, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. The expression on his face was still angry, and Lexi let her eyes drop from his as she closed the door and locked it behind her.
They were both quiet for a long moment, the only sound filling the small space was the running water.
Lexi trailed her hands across her round belly, the silk robe the girls had draped her in still wrapped around her body.
She moved to stand directly behind Fez, and lifted her hands up to run across his strong back. His hands stilled under the running water, and Lexi looked into the mirror to see that his eyes were already on her.
They stared at one another for a moment, and Lexi took a step towards him, her large belly bumping into his back as she slid her hands across his body, wrapping her arms around him as she moved to press her cheek to the top of his back.
She felt his body shift as he moved to turn the water off and grab a towel to dry his hands off. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief when she felt his strong hands move to rest on top of hers where they were pressed to his chest.
“You aight, baby?” He asked, his deep voice reverberating through her chest.
She nodded her head against his back, and she breathed in the scent of him; weed mixed with the earthy body wash he used.
She nuzzled her cheek against his back when she felt his hands squeeze hers a little tighter, the rings on his fingers cool against her skin.
Their babies kicked inside of her, and she knew Fez could feel them moving from where her belly was pressed against his lower back.
Fez Let go of her hands, and then he was turning around, his eyes meeting hers, her belly pressing into his abdomen. He lifted his hands to her face and cupped it in his hands gently, one of his thumbs brushing against her cheekbone.
“You ain’t working’ here no more.” He said, his face stoic, his voice deep.
Lexi furrowed her brow at his sudden command, a spike of irritation moving through her.
“Fezco. I’m not just—” She began, but she was cut off by Fez’s deep, authoritative voice.
“I wasn’t askin’ you, Lexi. You ain’t workin’ here no more.” He said, his blue eyes serious as he looked at her.
“You can’t tell me what to do.” She said, her face set into a defiant expression.
They both looked at one another for a long, tense moment, and then Fez was dropping his forehead to hers.
“Baby.” He said, his voice softer than it had been a moment before. She felt his nose brush against hers, and she closed her eyes as she slid her palms up his chest, her hands coming to grip the sides of his neck.
“You gonna keep dancin’ ’til your fuckin’ water breaks?” He asked, his breath hot against her face.
Her eyes shot open, and she pulled her face far enough away from his so she could look at him. She dropped her hands from where they were grasping his neck, and shoved at his chest.
“That’s not fair.” She said, irritation flooding her body once again.
“Nah, what’s not fair is me havin’ to watch my girl, who’s 6 months pregnant with my fuckin’ babies, dance in front of a bunch of horny ass mother fuckers.” He said, his blue eyes fiery as they locked onto hers.
“I’m not yours, Fezco. I don’t belong to you. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” She said tilting her chin up defiantly as she spoke.
“Nah, you ain’t mine. But they are.” He said, pressing his index and middle finger into her round belly.
“They’re mine, too.” She said, not budging in her stance.
She watched as Fez’s face hardened slightly, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked his teeth in irritated reproach.
Lexi was momentarily dazed when Fez gripped her by her hips and spun them around so her lower back was pressing into the bathroom counter. He looked down at her as he pressed his body closer to hers, her round stomach pressing into his abdomen.
Her breath hitched when Fez’s hands moved to the belt of her robe, his fingers pulling at the loose knot until it was undone and her robe was falling open. His eyes never left hers, and she shivered when he brought his right hand up, his fingers pressing into the divot between her collar bones. She felt her skin break out into goosebumps as he trailed his hand gently down her body, his fingers gliding across the space between her heavy breasts and her sternum. He tore his eyes from hers when his fingers reached the peak of her round belly, his gaze becoming fixed on her swollen stomach.
She let out a sigh despite herself when she felt his large hand press against the soft skin of her belly, his palm sliding across the round expanse of it.
“Ain’t no one allowed to touch you except for me.” He said, his hand pressed to the left side of her belly, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into the tight skin of it. The rings on his fingers were cool against her skin, and she watched his handsome face as he looked down at her stomach.
He lifted his eyes back up to meet hers, and Lexi felt heat pool between her legs.
He brought his other hand up to cup her jaw. Lexi had to hold back a moan when his thumb ran down the front of her throat, pressing gently against it. His face pulled into a satisfied smile when he felt her swallow.
“When you gon realize Imma take care of you?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“I don’t need you to take care of me.” Lexi said, her voice coming out more wanting than she intended it to.
Fez’s face broke out into a coy smile, and it had Lexi wanting to shove him away from her and pull him towards her at the same time.
“Lemme take care of you, baby.” He said, his neck craning down until his lips were ghosting across hers.
Lexi felt the last of her resolve break, her daughters shifting inside of her. God she wanted him bad right now. It felt like there was a bowling ball pressing down on her pelvis, and she rubbed her legs together to try to relieve some of the pressure.
Fez clocked the movement, and Lexi felt him smile against her mouth before pressing his lips to hers. She let out a soft sight, and Fez palmed the back of her head so he could deepen their kiss.
She let out a surprised little gasp when she felt Fez’s hands grab her ass and lift her onto the bathroom counter.
“I’m the only one who gets to touch you.” He said, his hands moving to her shoulders as he slid the rob off of her completely. “Especially when you carrying my babies.” He said.
Fez’s pupils were blown, the black of them swallowing up the blue, and Lexi wondered if her eyes looked the same as his.
She reached a hand down towards his jeans, her fingers pulling at his belt. Fez smiled at her, and Lexi wanted to get off the counter and leave him to take care of himself, but she was so incredibly horny, the pressure of her babies heavy on her cervix, and all she wanted was for Fez to fuck her until the feeling dissipated.
She watched as he undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down his legs.
“This what you want, baby?” He asked, a roguish smile on his face as he took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times.
He didn’t give Lexi a chance to answer before he was lining himself up with her entrance and pushing himself into her tight heat.
Lexi let out a high pitched cry, and her arms and legs wrapped around his broad body as she pulled him as close to her as her belly would allow. The heels she was still wearing dug into his ass, urging him to move.
Fez set a steady pace, pounding into her fast and hard. Lexi’s pussy was already so swollen from how far along she was in her pregnancy that she didn’t even have to reach down to touch herself. Fez’s dick driving into her, and his pelvis grinding against her clit, was enough to cause her orgasm to start to build quickly.
“Fuck.” She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her.
“That feel good, baby?” He asked, his hands gripping onto the soft flesh of her ass.
“So good.” She whined out, her back arching, her hips grinding into his as much as she could get them to.
“Say it.” Fez said, his hips rolling into hers at a relentless pace.
“Say what?” Lexi whined, almost unable to get the words out.
“That you’re mine.” Fez said, his voice deep, his breath hot against her neck.
He started fucking into her faster and harder, and Lexi let out a loud cry.
“I’m yours! Fuck!” She cried out. “I’m yours! You're mine!” She cried, unwilling to let him hold all the power in this moment.
She felt him smile against her neck, and she knew that he loved being hers as much as she loved being his.
“I’m yours, baby. All yours.” He said, his voice deep and breathless.
“Fuck!” She cried out, her orgasm hitting her all at once. Her whole body tensed and she wrapped herself around Fez tighter, her back arching even more so he could grind into her even deeper.
Fez continued to roll his hips into hers as he chased his own pleasure, and Lexi felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around her entire body as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm crash over her.
She felt the moment Fez came, his hips stuttering, his warm cum filling her up, his deep moan muffled into the side of her neck.
They stayed like that for a few minutes as they both caught their breath, and Lexi felt like she could have fallen asleep right there in his arms.
She licked her lips and let out a low sigh when he pulled out of her.
He took her face in his hands gently as he looked down at her and gave her a soft smile before pressing his lips to hers.
“Be right back, baby.” He said before opening the bathroom door and slipping out. Lexi closed her eyes and leaned back against the mirror, her hands coming up to run across her round belly.
Fez was opening the door moments later, a grey hoodie and a pair of sweatpants in his hand. The clothes she had worn here tonight.
He helped her off of the counter and into her sweatpants, the elastic waistband hugging her round stomach snuggly. She lifted her arms up into the air, and he let out a small laugh as he pulled the hoodie down her arms. He leaned down to press a kiss to the front of her belly before pulling the sweater over her stomach the rest of the way.
She smiled down at him, one of her hands gliding across the shorn hair on his head.
“Let’s go home, baby.” He said softly before pressing a languid kiss to her lips.
He took her hand in his and then he was opening the bathroom door.
The dressing room was filled with girls, and she knew by the amused smiles on their faces that they had all heard her and Fez fucking in the bathroom.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she tucked her chin to her chest to hide the small smile that had made its way to her lips.
“You two have a good night!” She heard Maddy’s teasing voice call from behind them as they made their way out of the back door and into the dark parking lot.
As his hand gripped hers tighter, and he turned to give her a coy smile, there was no doubt in Lexi’s mind that their night was going to end much better than it had started.