#ezra smut

[pedroshotwifey]

One Condition

This is actually a requested fic from the lovely @survivingandenduring! You can view the request here if you'd like!

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect)

Word count: 4.9k

Tags/warnings: unprotected piv sex, sex pollen trope, dubcon, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, oral sex, cum eating, so much cum like its kinda scary, Ezra being a nasty little freak, anal fingering, pain kink, big fat juicy plot twist, this is absolutely nasty shit, stuff I'm probably forgetting, I'm actually not sorry at all for this

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition.

A/N: Uhhh. don't look at me 🫣

*****

“Um, Marcus?” 

You look at your partner, who has the same worried expression on his face as you. 

“Yup.” 

It’s not a question. You’re both thinking the same thing; you’re in the wrong place. 

It looks similar to the planet you were supposed to be landing on, but most of the scenery here is a lush green instead of the blue hues you’d been expecting. It’d looked the exact same from above the atmosphere, but there is a clear difference now that you’re on the surface. 

Marcus mutters a curse under his breath but begins the landing sequence anyway. That’s probably for the best; that way the two of you can figure out where you really were, and then where you actually need to be going. 

Dust comes up around your shuttle as you touch ground, the greenery around you rustling a bit as the jets power down. You get up from your seat when you feel the craft settle enough for the floor to be stable. 

Marcus follows, shutting everything down and then unbuckling himself from the pilot’s chair. You’re already on the other side of the small contraption, looking through the maps you have stored in the tiny compartment of the far wall. He comes up next to you and pulls up the planet encyclopedias, trying to find a description that matches the world you’ve landed in. 

You spend the next few minutes flipping through various books and maps until Marcus comes across a planet that matches. He hands the book over and points at the section. 

“Here,” he points. “It looks like we're on a sister planet to the one we’re supposed to be on.” 

You hum in agreement, reading the small passage provided next to the picture.

“Alright, well, let’s get her powered back up.” 

Your partner sighs, running a hand over his face. You furrow your brows. His face has paled a bit and he seems a bit reluctant to follow your request. 

“Is there a problem?” 

“Yeah, actually. We’re out of fuel,” he admits, trying and failing miserably to maintain eye contact. 

You gape at him. 

“Marcus! You were supposed to fill her up before we fucking left! It says here that there’s no civilization!” 

He nods along as you scold him, knowing it’s well deserved. 

“Yeah, I know. I forgot until we were halfway here, but I knew it would take just enough to get us on planet, and we could get more from there. It’s not like I knew that we would be landing on the wrong planet” He spews it out, not defensive exactly, but regretful. 

You groan and walk back to the front of the ship, checking the fuel gauge. 

“We’re running on fumes right now, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough to get us to the neighboring planet.” 

You look at him, trying to keep your anger from showing up because you know that it was genuinely an accident, and Marcus isn’t usually one to mess up like this. But of course when he does, you get stranded on an unknown planet.  

Rubbing your eyes, you walk in a circle around the floor, trying to think of a plan. You can feel Marcus’s guilty eyes following you until you come to a stop. 

“Okay,” you start. “The book said that this planet is typically only used for mining aurelac, right?” 

Marcus nods slowly, obviously confused as to where you’re going with this. 

“Well then there should be at least a few miners on planet in that case, right?” 

He nods again, furrowing his brows in thought. 

“So we should go out and try to find someone to borrow some fuel from?” he asks. 

“Yes. Either that or see if there’s someone who can hitch us a ride.” 

He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, his gaze downcast to the floor as he thinks through the options.

“Yeah, seems like our best bet,” he agrees after a minute. 

Within a few minutes, you both pack small bags and suit up to withstand the harsh environment of the planet. According to the book, the air is extremely thin and can sometimes hold toxic chemicals depending on other factors. You follow Marcus out of the craft and watch as he makes sure everything’s sealed correctly, before you both start walking into the woods. 

“Do you know where you’re going?” you ask after you’ve been walking for a while.” 

Marcus looks at you, his expression still holding hints of guilt. 

“Not exactly. I think most of the mines are located in the forest though, so we’ll just have to keep walking and hope we come across—” 

“Shit, Marcus!” 

You yell for him as he stumbles across a root and tumbles down into a pit. It’s not super deep, but just enough so that he could have seriously hurt himself with that fall. You carefully slide down the side of it to join him. 

“Are you okay?”

He looks up at you from where he’s planted on his back and groans a bit. He opens his mouth to reply and that’s when you see that his mask is on the ground next to him, crushed into several pieces. 

“Shit,” he croaks, already feeling the effects of the thin air. 

You crouch down beside him, feeling him up for any injuries. 

“Does anything hurt?” 

“Just my head. It’s fucking pounding.” 

You sigh. “Probably from lack of airflow.” 

“C’mon,” you grunt, threading your arms under his. “Let’s get you back and hope that you don’t die.” 

He glares at you but allows you to help him into a sitting position.

“Well, isn’t this unfortunate? Two little birds trapped in a cage.” 

You both jolt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. You peer up to the top of the pit and find a man standing near the ledge, a blaster aimed directly at your head. He wears a shabby, brown suit with a bulbous helmet that would be almost funny looking if not for the imminent threat he poses. You slowly raise your hands and start to stand back up, a rush of fear creeping up your spine. 

“We’re not armed,” you start. “My friend’s mask just broke; we need help.” You try not to sound too panicked as you explain your situation to the stranger, praying to whoever may be listening that he’s not planning to shoot both of you.

“Don’t worry gem, I don’t want to kill you. I simply would like to assure myself that neither of you had plans of my own execution.” 

You furrow your brows at his choice of wording, his strange drawl only adding to your confusion. 

“I, uh. No.” What else can you really say to that?

You glance down at Marcus and see the same befuddled expression on his face. 

“I will warn you that your…friend”—he cocks a brow at you as he says it—”has chosen a rather unfortunate time to lose his filtration system. Assuming, of course,  you haven’t already discovered the effects of the tainted oxygen.” 

You shake your head as your mouth goes dry. 

“Is—is he going to be okay?” 

The stranger pauses for a moment as if in thought. He cocks his head and then looks back at you. 

“He should be as long as he receives the assistance he should require.” 

“What do you mean by that?” This comes from Marcus. 

The stranger frowns and lowers his gun, which he seems to have just remembered he was still holding up. 

“Are you not familiar with this planet’s cycles?” 

You both shake your heads.

The man sighs and kneels on the ledge extending a hand. You stare at it, neither of you making a move toward him. 

“Do you want to stay in this pit? I think it would be rather unsanitary to do so under your current circumstance.” 

You flash another glance at Marcus, who nods slightly toward you, encouraging you to take the other man’s hand. You step forward and place your palm in his, allowing him to pull you up, and then you kneel to help him hoist Marcus up as well. 

“I’m Ezra,” the man says once the three of you are standing. You introduce the two of you as well, figuring at this point that the stranger has to be at least mostly harmless. 

“Alright, well tell me, little bird; are you and Marcus of the romantic type?” 

You just stare at him, unsure of how to answer that, nor of why he would feel the need to ask in the first place. You can feel Marcus’s eyes on you as your cheeks begin to burn. 

“I–uh…” 

You let your eyes meet your partner’s, a silent conversation transpiring. You’ve engaged in some less than appropriate activities throughout your travels, but it’s always been strictly for stress release or simply a product of boredom. The last few months, it’s been more of an unspoken thing. 

The two of you care for each other and behave as most couples would, but you’ve never actually given each other the labels. You definitely never thought that the deciding conversation would be in the presence of a strange man who seems to be about to deliver some bad news. You’re about to answer when Marcus gives you a short nod, lifting the burden off of your shoulders. 

“Yeah, we are.” 

The man nods, though he’s clearly amused. You’re sure he can see what just happened and must have used context clues to figure the rest out out. 

“That’s fortunate for you. What’s circulating in the air currently is what could be described as an aphrodisiac. I’m sure you’re familiar with such?” 

You and Marcus exchange yet another glance. 

“Yes, we’ve heard of them,” you say. 

“Do you have a craft nearby?” Ezra asks, peering behind you as if he could spot one he missed before. 

You hesitate before answering. Even if he’s seemed to be helpful so far, can you really be sure it isn’t a trap? 

“We have a shuttle,” you decide on just to be on the safe side. “We’re out of fuel though. That’s why we're out here in the first place,” you add just in case the man has some extra laying around for some miraculous reason.

Just then, you near a heavy thud and a groan. You spin on your heel to find Marcus keeled over, his hands over his groin and his exposed skin covered in a layer of sweat more intense than what’s normal for this climate. You’re on your knees beside him within a second, your hands running over him until he flinches away as if you’d burned him. 

“Marcus! What’s happening?” You aim your question at Ezra, who’s still standing above the two of you with an almost pitying expression. 

“The effects are getting to him, little dove. I’m afraid you’re going to need to help him in a timely manner.” 

You think for a moment, knowing getting your partner all the way back to your shuttle is going to be a difficult task in the state that he’s in. 

“I have a camp not too far from our current location, I’m willing to offer up the space on one condition. And before you protest, we both know it’s not safe to engage in life saving activities out here in the open.” 

You stiffen at this. Of course there’s a catch; it’s not common to receive help from a random stranger without them expecting anything in return. You glance down to make sure his gun is still in its holster before narrowing your eyes at his face, not liking the way his smile has turned a bit wolfish. 

“What do you want? We don’t have any coin.” 

“Oh, no, gem. I don’t want your profits. I simply desire to join you and your handsome partner. It’s been a long time since I had something other than my own fist to keep me company.” 

“What?” you bark, slightly humiliated that he would suggest something like that, regardless of how handsome he may be. “No, I’m sleeping with a stranger in exchange for shelter!” 

“Now don’t get feisty, dove. I didn’t say it had to be you,” he says, watching Marcus with a newfound hunger. “Though it would probably be fortunate for your friend here that it was, assuming he is of the hetero kind.” 

“Don’t,” Marcus croaks, looking up at you the best he’s able to. 

You’re torn, knowing that Marcus needs help quick, but not wanting to give either of you up to this man. When it comes down to it though, you’re always going to choose what’s best for your partner. You look up at the man with disdain, knowing that you’re not going to have much of a choice here. 

“Fine. But not him.” 

Ezra’s smile broadens. 

“Very well, gem. Right this way.” 

He turns around and waits for you to get a near-delirious Marcus about halfway up so he’s propped by one of your shoulders. Noticing your struggle, Ezra comes to his other side and mirrors your position, one hand supporting around his waist. 

As you walk, Marcus’s temperature keeps rising and his groans get worse. Fortunately, the man wasn’t lying when he said he had a camp nearby; you only have to walk for about a minute before coming across it. 

He opens up the flap as you get closer, taking the zipper all the way down and helping you ease Marcus in. As you lay him down, you can see the bulge in his flight suit; almost twice what is normal. You hear Ezra zip the opening back up and then step in behind you. 

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t–” 

Marcus cuts himself off as he shakily pulls down the zipper on his suit, revealing his undershirt and boxers. His hand goes down the latter not a second later, a pornographic moan coming from him as his hand makes contact with his engorged cock. He starts stroking himself under the fabric, panting heavily, and it makes your mouth go dry despite the circumstances. 

“Shit, I-it’s not enough,” he grits out, pumping furiously. There are tears in his eyes as he looks at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“Better help him quick, little bird,” Ezra quips from behind you, already removing his attire as well. You comply, though for which man you’re not sure. 

You strip quickly, the three of you tearing your own clothes off at the same time, each of you stark naked at the end. You feel so exposed between the two of them, especially with Ezra, who doesn’t help at all by giving a lewd whistle at the sight of your bare body. 

You give him a look so nasty that you’re surprised he doesn’t drop dead. He raises his hands in defense. 

“Woah, little bird, I meant it only as a praise.” 

You ignore him and turn to Marcus, who’s just now shoving his boxers off. You gasp when his dick springs up, heavy, red, throbbing, and leaking an obscene amount of precum. It’s swollen to a point that looks almost painful. 

You swallow your nerves and try your best to ignore Ezra as you instruct Marcus to lay down on the cot. He tugs you with him, feral to get to you at this point. You fall over him and he immediately starts sucking and licking all the skin he can get to, his hips thrusting up into nothing. 

You see Ezra move out of the corner of your eye, taking a seat in the single chair inside the small tent. You lift your head as much as you can to make sure he’s not going to try anything. 

“Carry on, gem. I’m a patient man; I can wait my turn.” 

If you’re being honest, he looks a little too smug.

Suddenly Marcus is flipping you over, shoving you down to the bed on your back, whispering something you can’t quite catch. He doesn’t wait another second before you feel his cock at your underprepared cunt, and your eyes barely have a chance to go wide before he’s forcing himself into you, groaning wildly as he tugs you down onto him. 

It’s only then that you realize he had been whispering “sorry”. 

You scream and your hands come up to reflexively try to get him off. There are tears as he keeps shoving himself in, stretching you to your limit. Through your blurry vision, you can see tears in his as well, more of shame than of pleasure by his sympathetic expression. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“N-no,” you squeak even as your hands claw at his back from the discomfort. “It’s okay. Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

You close your eyes and try not to focus on the uncomfortable feeling between your legs as Marcus begins to unrelentingly slam his hip into yours. You hear a sound coming from beside you, and turn to see Ezra pumping himself through your blurry vision. It’s a sight that really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You moan despite yourself as the pain coming from your sore cunt turns into pleasure. You’re getting wetter and wetter as the seconds tick by, the glide of your partner’s cock becoming easier and more toe-curling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts to punch that spot deep inside you. You’re getting hot fast, sweat building up in every crease and crevice as your pussy seems to get more hungry for what Marcus is feeding it. 

Each thrust sends you up the bed, but Marcus holds onto you so that you don’t go too far. He’s grunting like a feral animal, his body maneuvering every which way until he finds the position that provides him with the most momentum.  

“Ohh that feels so fucking good, baby,” he hisses through his teeth. “Gods, you always take me so f-fucking well.”

You’ve never heard him talk like this before—with this level of vulgarity. You whimper, making eye contact with Ezra as Marcus nails something even more delicious within you. His gaze is heavy and on your face rather than on your body, which surprises you as much as it flatters you. 

“Does she suck cock just as well?” Ezra’s deepened voice comes from the chair, his eyes still on you as he asks the question. 

Marcus looks down at you, albeit with heavy lids, for your consent. You nod, already fucked out beyond thinking clearly. 

“Better,” comes Marcus’s reply, his stare just as heavy as Ezra’s. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” 

You moan at the thought of being taken from both ends, one of the domineering men on each side. This is going much better than anticipated, both your mind and body opening to the stranger despite your earlier protest. 

Ezra doesn’t have to be asked twice, already getting up to hover his thick cock over your face, slapping it gently against your lips. The cot is the perfect height for him to stick it into your mouth, though he waits. 

“You want this, gem?” 

You almost find it funny that he’s asking, considering he didn’t give you much of a choice earlier. You nod anyway, because you honestly do, your gaze is trained on it as your mouth waters. He threads one hand through your hair, pulling you into the right position, and then uses his tip to part your lips. 

He moans as he sinks in, his eyes fluttering shut as you immediately wrap your tongue around him. You find yourself groaning at his salty taste, savoring the weight of him as you start to pull him in. Your cunt throbs as he and Marcus both moan out at the same time, Marcus doubling over while Ezra bottoms out. 

Marcus brings one hand to your clit and begins rubbing up and down at a furious pace that would have made you scream if not for the other man’s cock in the way. Tears leak from your eyes as Ezra begins to pump in and out of you, his hips thrusting as he uses the hand in your hair to hold you where he wants. 

“Oh you feel devine, little gem,” he moans, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he picks up the pace. You can feel him hitting deep inside your throat, making you resist the urge to choke. It’s overwhelming but in the best way. 

“Oh, fuck!” Marcus nearly shouts the curse as his hips stutter. “Come with me baby, come on,” he urges, moving his hand quicker. 

Your back arches up at the feeling, though you’re still pinned by both men. Suddenly, everything flashes white, your hearing going dull as your entire body convulses with the power of your orgasm. You have just enough brain capacity to think that this has got to be the highest level of pleasure attainable. 

It goes on forever, your pussy pulsing as you sob and moan around Ezra’s cock. You faintly hear Marcus’s own moans and feel his dick twitch and throb within you, coating your walls in his creamy white spend.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until you open them again upon feeling your own drool dribbling down your cheeks to mix with your tears. Ezra coos down at you, wiping away the saliva though he doesn’t dare slow his pace. 

“M-messy little bird,” he laughs.

You glance back down at Marcus the best you can just to realize that he’s still hard as a fucking rock. He’s still riding out his own high, rocking slowly to prolong it as much as possible. His eyes flick back up to yours after a moment, and then to Ezra’s who watches him intently as he continues to defile your throat. 

The gurgling sounds coming from you should be downright disgusting, but they only add to the eroticness of what the three of you are doing right now. The tent seems to have filled with the thick scent and humidity of sex, making your head even more foggy than provided by your orgasm. 

Ezra’s not far after the two of you, grunting heavily and pulling on your hair to a painful level. He pulls out and strokes himself over your face, letting his cum splatter across your features right after you close your eyes. His thumb comes to your lips, making you open your mouth as he moans aloud. 

Some of his seed falls on your tongue, and you swallow it down as Ezra finishes the last few spurts. You open your eyes when you’re sure he’s done, panting and gasping despite your sore throat. 

It’s at the same time that the two men pull away from you, and you’re extremely confused until you see that they’re maintaining eye contact, seeming to have had a silent conversation while you’d been distracted. 

Suddenly, you’re being lifted by the both of them, your body being rearranged to their preference. You’re so fucking tired, but you do your best to comply with their actions. You’re being lifted onto Ezra’s lap when you finally understand their plan. 

His cock is only half-hard after his orgasm, but he begins rutting himself against you regardless as Marcus disappears from your line of sight. You half-collapse on Ezra, moaning as your clit gets stimulated thanks to his thrusts. 

“Second drawer, pretty boy,” he pants. You hear shuffling and then Marcus returning behind you before you get the chance to ask what he was doing. There’s a pop from behind you, and then a cold substance at your ass. 

You yelp at the unexpected feeling, only to be shushed by Ezra. 

“Hush now, gem. I’ve heard you have experience in this area.” 

He smirks at you as your cheeks heat. 

You moan suddenly as Marcus slips a finger past your tight ring of muscle, pumping a good few times before adding a second. He leans close and whispers praise into your ear, telling you how good you’re being for them, how well you’re taking it all. 

He works you up to three fingers before he pulls his hand from you and helps lift you up, propping you up enough for Ezra to notch his tip at your thoroughly soaked cunt. You help the slow descent down his shaft, your lips parting and eyes pinching shut at the sensation. 

Ezra chokes on a groan, squeezing both of your ass cheeks as you bottom out. 

“Fuck, little birdy, your heavenly cunt should be reserved for those of immortal status.” 

You don’t even have the energy to cringe at his wording, instead savoring the way he fills you so nicely, not as long as Marcus, but a good bit thicker. The coarse hairs above his cock rub against your oversensitive clit nicely, making you want to rut against him. Just then, you feel Marcus settle in behind you again, dragging you partially onto his lap so you’re over his cock. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, clearly having regained some of his gentlemanly status after quelling his lust a bit. You whimper and nod at him, and he starts to push inside of you. 

“Oh, Gods,” you moan, wrapping your arms around Ezra’s back and digging your nails in for stability. He hisses and increases his grip on your ass, keeping you spread for Marcus as his hips come flush against you. 

You’re already so full it’s dizzying, so when the two men start to move, you think you may come on the spot. Ezra goes first, pulling out a bit and then sinking back in, which is when Marcus makes his move, repeating the other man’s actions. Your knees are planted on the cot, giving you the opportunity to move with them. 

The three of you are panting, moaning messes, hot breaths fanning across each other’s skin as you nuzzle together. The pace starts out slow, but quickly picks up, increasing your combined noises. Both of the men start to grab at you, moving their hands and groping anything and everything they’re able to. 

You can feel their cocks rubbing against your middle wall, creating an intoxicating feeling that you know you’ll miss when this is over. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, being so full you can feel them in your stomach. 

Small whimpers begin to spill from your mouth, but are quickly caught by Ezra, who captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his spend from earlier mixed between your tongues. It’s difficult to keep it up with how much you’re being jostled, so he gives up after a moment and instead opts to lick his cum off of your sweaty cheek. You’re pleasantly surprised when you feel Marcus’s hand come up to grasp at your chin, tilting your face so that he’s able to do the same on the opposite side. 

The two of you clean your face with their tongues as they thrust into you at a punishing pace, somehow hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You let out a raspy groan, your hands scrambling over both of their bodies for purchase. 

A heat is beginning to build once again in your abdomen, pleasure licking up your spine. It only takes a few more alternating thrusts before you’re coming around their cocks with a scream. You tighten around both of their throbbing cocks, getting them closer to their own ends. 

Marcus comes first once again, still slightly affected by the drug from earlier. He bites onto your shoulder as he busts inside of you, slamming his hips up and locking in place, his hands coming up to squeeze your tits as his balls empty into your ass. 

Ezra follows right after, seemingly liking Marcus’s idea of a gag, and biting into your other shoulder. You scream again at the pressure of both men’s teeth, your arms raising so you can grasp both of their hair, holding them close. 

Your orgasm lingers for as long as theirs do, the three of you coming completely down at the same time. You stay in a sweaty heap for a long time, just trying to catch your breath and make sense of what’s real and what’s not. 

You all fall apart after a few minutes, exhaustion officially taking over you. You can feel both of the men’s cum leaking from your holes as they pull out and help you lay comfortable on the cot. They get situated next to you, and you’re all out like lights within the next minute. 

The next morning, Ezra’s waiting for the two of you with a portable can of fuel and an extra mask. Your departure is swift and unawkward, Ezra walking with the two of you back to your ship like you’ve known each other for years. It takes a bit longer than it should due to your body being practically fucking wrecked from last night, but both of the men help you get along. 

When you reach your craft, you all say your goodbyes, knowing this will more than likely be the last time you’ll come across this strange man. To be frank, you’re still a bit confused about what exactly transpired last night, but you choose to ignore it. Your head is pounding with what feels like the worst hangover you’ve ever had, and you’re just eager to get off of this nightmare planet. 

Ezra watches you fuel up your craft and then take off, smiling and honestly quite satisfied with himself. Neither of you even figured it out that he was the one who planted the trap and laced the dirt pit with the drug, nor that he may have let a bit more slip inside his tent.

***** I mean really, do we really expect anything less from Ezra?

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my thot:

Joel is a truck driver and reader is a hitch hiker he picked up several states before. They get along well enough (no sex...yet) THEN! one day, another hitch hiker approaches Joel looking for a ride - Ezra. He wants to know if you're available for some fun, and Joel has to decide if it's just him who gets you or if he's got room in his bunk for a threesome...

I leave the rest in your ever capable and good hands, baby!

Beefro👌🥩💜

Ride

Joel x F!reader x Ezra

18+, this is grump x sunshine x2, we got ass eating, ass spanking, 1 face slap, double penetration, and more. Very barely edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine, read at your own risk. Also again 18+ , minors fuck off thank you

Word count: 3,200 - “Drabble” lmaoooo yea it got away from me.

REO Speedwagon flowed through the truck speakers as you reach your hand out the open window, letting the wind move your hand up and down. You’ve kicked your bare feet up on the dash as you hum along quietly. Your companion, Joel, lets out a grunt as he gives you a side eyed glance. It’s been a couple of months since he picked you up on the side of the highway. Unhappy with how life was, you decided to say fuck this, packed a small bag and headed out for whatever adventure came your way. Unfortunately you didn’t plan on your car dying on you half way across the country. Which is how you found yourself stranded at a gas station in Nevada. There was a hotel next to it that you were able to get a room at. One morning you packed up and started walking down the highway. You didn’t go too far in case no one picked you up, you could still walk back to the hotel.

Wearing your shortest daisy duke shorts with an old white tshirt tied up in the front, you were determined to hitch a ride. Lo and behold here comes a semi truck just driving along. Quickly you stopped and stuck your thumb out to signal you needed a ride. At first the truck kept going but soon the driver pulled over. Smiling real big you started to run towards the truck.

Climbing up the side, you stuck your head in the window,

“Well hello there handsome. You got room for little ole me to join?”

The driver had a permanent scowl on his face it seemed. Very easy on the eyes, a soft belly that hung over his pants as he sat.

“Hop in darlin.” He said in a deep, gruff voice.

Something about the handsome, thick driver got you going. You could already feel yourself getting wet just from this small interaction.You couldn’t help but think of how much trouble you just found yourself in.

Present Day

It’s been a few weeks since Joel picked you up. A part of you is surprised he hasn’t dropped you off and left yet. Another part of you hopes he never does. For the most part Joel doesn’t talk a lot. He hasn’t really opened up about himself to you. But you are a talker, you love to chat and boy do you.

Leaned back with your bare feet on the dash with your hand outside the window, moving with the wind.

“I heard it from a friend whooo heard it from a friend who heard it from another you been messing around” you softly sang out loud. Turning your head to face Joel, giving him a big smile.

Joel returned your smile with a soft smile of his own.

Something about you has captivated him. Your beauty stunned him the first time he saw you. You had a pretty mouth he often daydreamed of but your little talking habit drove him crazy. As time went on though he found he actually enjoys hearing you go on and on about everything and nothing all at once. And now that’s he’s spent all this time with you, he’s not so willing to let you go. Ever. Whether you agreed or not, in Joel’s mind, you were his.

“Hey! Look! A hitchhiker! Can we help him Joel? Please? Like how you helped me?” You batted your eyelashes and gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

Joel saw a man walking down the highway, sticking his thumb out.

Looking at you, he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Without saying anything Joel pulled the truck over and the two of you waited on the man to catch up to the truck.

Ezra was a traveler, always on the move. The past few weeks he’s been spending his time in this little town keeping this pretty lady’s bed warm. That was until her husband came home and chased him away. Now he finds himself walking down this almost deserted highway. He has given up hope of finding a ride when he heard a truck rumbling behind him. As soon as he heard the engine he stuck his thumb out hoping the driver would be a Good Samaritan. The truck drove on by making Ezra let out a huff as he kicked the gravel up with his boot. As he looked back up he saw the truck pull over.

‘Holy shit it’s my lucky day after all’, he thought to himself as he started into a light jog to get to the truck as soon as he could.

Stepping up on the side steps, he gets up to the window and sees the prettiest little thing sitting passenger and . . A handsome old grump behind the wheel.

“ Hey there, any way I can catch a ride with you fine folks today? Destination doesn’t matter, just somewhere far from here.”

“Yea! We can take you with us! Hop in!” You reply in a higher pitched tone, sounding extra excited than one should sound when picking up a hitchhiker. You couldn’t help it though. The man was gorgeous. He had this little blonde patch of hair, beautiful, dark brown eyes and the most sweet sounding voice you’ve ever heard. As much as you’ve wanted Joel, he’s never given you any hint that he wants you in that way. And you’ve been dying to itch a particular scratch that you feel this hitchhiker could really scratch for you.

Giving you a big smile, Ezra pulls the door handle, opening the door as you get up and move to sit on the bunk between the two seats.

“Names Ezra. Nice to meet ya,” he puts his hand out towards Joel to shake.

“Joel.”

He says in a flat tone as he shakes his hand.

Ezra quickly gets the feeling that Joel isn’t much of a people person. He can see why Joel has such a pretty little companion as yourself, Joel’s handsome. Gruff and firm, no nonsense kind of guy. He wonders if he’s the type to be dominant in bed. Manhandle his partner and just throw them around, mold them into any position he wants. His own cock twitch’s at the thought.

“And who might you be young lady?”

You tell him your name as you let out a soft giggle, smiling and give him a little flutter of your lashes.

“What brings you out here Ezra?” You ask in your best flirty voice.

“Bit of a traveler. A nomad if you will. Don’t like to stay in one place too long. Wanna see the world ya know?”

“That’s so . . Romantic. Always on the move, seeing what the world has to offer. I bet you’ve met some wonderful people. Seen a lot beautiful women huh?”

Ezra can’t help but give you a smirk, loving how forward you are.

“Haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you honey.”

Joel loudly clears his throat making the both of you startle slightly and look at him.

“What about you handsome? With a pretty little thing by your side I’m sure you never look twice at anyone else huh?”

Joel’s jaw ticks as he gives Ezra this mean stare.

“This “pretty little thing” over here is mine,” he says bluntly before looking back at you, “and I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at the first man you see like a filthy fucking whore.”

Your mouth drops open, you’re stunned.

“Hey now no need to call her names. I get it, she’s off limits. No need to get mean buddy. I didn’t know.”

You turn your head giving Ezra a confused look before turning back to Joel.

“Excuse me but I am not yours. I am a free woman and on top of that you have never claimed me before now. I can do what I want with who I want thank you very much.”

Joel is pissed now, he pushes the arm rest back before swinging one of his legs to the side, opening his legs wide and then grabbing your upper arm and pulling you towards him. You stumble as you fall over his lap, his arm wrapping over your back holding you in place. His large hand covers the globes of your ass as he rubs it from the top down to the curve of your ass.

“You’re.” Smack. “Mine.” Smack.

He just spanked you. He actually spanked you. If you weren’t in shock over him claiming you, you definitely were now.

He gives you another smack and a whimper came tumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t even have a chance to try and conceal it. Joel stopped moving, hearing you whimper from his actions. He knew you’d be into some freaky shit. He looks over and sees Ezra sitting there, almost mesmerized by the display in front of him.

“Take your cock out.” Joel orders Ezra.

Stunned and very much turned on, he does what he says and takes his cock out of his pants. Spitting into his hand he brings it back down and slowly starts stroking himself.

Joel looks back down at you in his lap, the bottom of your ass spilling out of the little shorts you have on. He reaches down taking his fore and middle finger and rubs a long stripe up your pussy through your shorts.

“I guess I haven’t been taking care o’ ya. My girls pussy needs to be fucked don’t it? Poor thing. I’m sorry baby let’s fix that.”

His hand pulls back before he gives your clothed pussy a slap.

A wanton moan fills the cab of the truck.

He helps you up, sitting you on his lap. You see Ezra watching, touching himself. You can feel yourself begin to soak your shorts. You face Joel and lean in, your lips softly landing on his. You start to pull away when Joel kisses you back, grabbing the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. You allow his tongue to enter, licking around, tasting each other. All too soon Joel pulls back. He hand goes to your face, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fore finger. He rotates you to look at Ezra.

“Our guest looks like he needs some help baby. Be a good host, open up that pretty mouth.”

As soon as he releases your face, you get on your knees, in between the two seats, looking up at Ezra as you reach out and take him in your hand. You grip around the base, giving him a couple of tugs before leaning in and kissing the tip. You give it another kiss before you open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste the precum leaking out. You slowly start to take him into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his cock as you take as much of him as you can. His cock is about 6 inches, rather average but very girthy. You keep reminding yourself in your head to breath and relax. The more you relax the more you can swallow his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down as he watches you, letting out soft moans that spur you on.

Soon you feel Joel pull your hips up and work quickly on taking your shorts off. You pull off of Ezra’s cock with a wet pop as you go to pull your shirt off, revealing your tits to the men.

“Fffuckk.” Ezra mutters before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair, holding the back of his head to your breast as he sucks. You hear Joel behind you unbuttoning his pants and lewdly spitting on his hand.

“Lean back down baby let me see those sweet holes.”

Ezra releases your tit so you can bend over for Joel. You bend over, keeping your ass in the air as you take Ezra’s cock back into your mouth. Giving it a few sucks and finding a decent rhythm, your hand lets go so you can reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Joel.

“That’s it baby just like that.” Joel grunts. He spits on his forefinger and middle finger and swirling it around your puckered hole. He slowly pushes one finger in your ass making you choke on Ezra’s cock.

His finger stills inside, wiggling his finger around a few times before pulling back out. His other hand comes up and starts rubbing your wet pussy. Quickly finding your clit and giving it a few rubs before pushing his finger back into your ass. Joel finds a rhythm fast, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your ass. The sensation alone has you on edge, you begin to move faster on Ezra’s cock.

Joel starts to add a second finger in your ass causing you to let out a little welp.

“J-Joel! That’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“Shh baby you’re taking it. Taking it just fine. Let me kiss it better.”

Removing his fingers, Joel leans forward, holding your cheeks apart, licking a wide stripe up your ass. Your hands now on Ezra’s legs to keep yourself up right. You and Ezra lock eyes as you moan, feeling Joel swirl his tongue around your asshole, licking into it, making your pussy spasm around nothing.

Ezra cups your face, “That feel good sugar? You like feeling his tongue in such a forbidden hole? I bet your poor sweet pussy must be leaking by now.”

You can’t help but let out a sob. You need more, your neglected clit needs friction.

“Shh I know baby I know, let him French kiss that sweet hole. Let him make your sweet honey drip so we may feast.”

Joel pulls back, spit dripping down his chin,

“Get on the bed Ezra.”

He puts his arm under you, pulling you up. You fall back onto Joel, your legs shaking unable to hold you up.

Ezra makes quick work of taking his boots and pants off, pulling his shirt off as he slides by you to get on the bunk.

Once he’s settled on the bed laying on his back, Joel helps you get on the bunk next.

“Lay on top of him baby. You, hold her open for me.” He orders the two of you.

Ezra pulls you on top of him, your back against his chest. His hands holding the backs of your thighs, right behind your knee as your legs are bend. Holding you wide open. You can feel his cock in between your open cheeks.

Joel undresses and climbs on the bunk facing you.

“Goddamn. Never seen something more sinful or fucking beautiful than this.” He reaches down and grabs ahold of Ezra’s cock and starts pushing the tip towards your puckered hole.

“Joel! Nno! I- I can’t it won’t fit! Please!” You try to move but Ezra’s got a tight grip on you.

“Shh baby it’ll fit, I got you nice and ready back here. He’ll go slow baby.”

He watches your hole as the tip goes in, he takes his other hand and brings it to your pussy and starts rubbing circles on your clit.

You throw your head back and let out a moan, finally getting some friction on your cunt feels so good, you feel your whole body relax, momentarily forgetting about your asshole.

“That’s it baby let it happen,” he whispers before leaning forward and pulling your clit between his lips and sucking. His hand that guided the other man’s cock in you made its way down to his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Hearing him moan with you is making Joel’s cock leak. Ezra’s cock is almost all of the way in your ass now and it feels so good. You feel stuffed just from him.

Joel sits back up and just admires the two of you.

Taking himself in his hand he moves closer and swipes his cock through your folds a few times before slowly pushing into your pussy.

Your mouth is hanging wide open, your chest heaving as you watch Joel push you past any limits you could’ve had. Having both men now inside of you is an indescribable feeling. It’s a fullness like no other.

“ Oh fuck you both feel utterly divine. This must be heaven.” Ezra says breathlessly as he lays there inside of you, able to feel the weight of Joel’s cock inside your pussy.

“Move Ezra, go on. Let’s make her feel good.”

“Yes sir.”

He gives an experimental thrust, bouncing you slightly making Joel sink deeper into you.

He starts to build up a tempo, thrusting up into you while Joel stays still above you.

Soon Joel moves, finding a rhythm with Ezra. As one moves out the other moves in.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you lean back in ecstasy.

Joel’s quick to grab your throat, squeezing just right to make your eyes fly open.

“Keep your eyes on me baby, you will watch when I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”

Joel slaps you, not hard but enough to leave a slight sting. Your face turns slightly, the hand around your throat not giving you much movement. A wanton moan spilling from your lips.

“Yes Joel I’m s-sorry baby I won’t take my eyes off you again nngh ohh oh fuck oh fuck you feel so good. So full.”

Joel starts pounding harder into you, still squeezing your throat. Ezra’s holding onto your legs for dear life, the friction of Joel’s dick rubbing against him has him ready to burst.

“F-fuck nngh take our cum baby take every fucking drop you hear me?” Joel groans, you can tell both men are close.

“Mhmm cum inside me baby cum inside my little whore cunt. Mark my ass Ezra, I wanna feel you leak out of my holes oooh oh fuck oh fuck please cum baby!”

You reach down and start rubbing furiously at your clit, sending right over the edge. You let out a scream as you start coming, vision going blurry as tears escape your eyes. Your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Both men soon follow right behind you, spilling their seed deep inside both of your holes.

All three of you still, breathing heavy as Joel pulls out. Ezra’s soft cock slips out right after him as he lets go of your legs.

“Hold on baby don’t move.” Joel tells you before reaching down in between the bunk and the drivers seat, pulling out an old school Polaroid camera.

Aiming the camera at you and Ezra he snapped a shot and a Polaroid came spitting out. He grabbed the photo and sat it by his leg. Then he leaned forward and snapped another pic, this one a close up of your cunt and asshole leaking cum. Taking both photos and placing them on his seat before laying down next to Ezra as he pulls you into the middle.

No one really said a word. It was just the three of you, laying together, soft smiles shared, basking in the soft embrace of each other before falling asleep.

A/n: omg lmao so this was meant to be a drabble, this is one hell of a drabble 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you so so much for such a beautiful thot my sweet beef baby @beefrobeefcal !! I hope you love this! I hope yall enjoy this! I really loved writing this and thank you again for following me, reading, interacting, all of it! You guys are the best!

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[pedge-page]

Ezra is a pro at self sucking and you can't change my mind.

Mans is gargling that cock and sucking his cum straight from the source. Bent over like a fucking pill bug, he doesn't care. His dick is good, his head is better, and he stands by it.

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[jksprincess10]

Puppet || Sub!Ezra x reader

A/N: First time writing Ezra so please be kind. Let’s say the thesaurus was hella handy.

CWs: sub!Ezra, voyeurism, dubcon, non consensual situation (but both parties are into it later on),  drugging, f masturbation, degradation, Ezra finally shuts the fuck up for a bit, bondage, begging, teasing, bj, rough sex.  

When your ship crashed on this unexplored moon, you thought you’d be alone, and honestly, dead. But this strange man took you under his wing. He was well equipped for this hostile environment and he, in his words, meant no harm, little bird.

Cycles came and left as you stayed with the man. He was… hot 

and particularly annoying. 

You thought of more ways than one to shut him up.

One of them was to put a special herb that you could find on the Green Moon that caused every drowsiness. You collected some, to “help with your sleep”. But, in reality you put a small dose in the man’s water he always drank before bed.

“I feel peculiarly slumberous, little bird. I will lay down now.” Ezra said as he yawned and stretched. You looked at him indifferently as he laid down on his cot, and as you pretended to clean your suit filter.

Minutes later, you could hear his soft snores. Your tent companion never snored, except when he was in a very deep sleep. It worked. You’d finally have some fucking peace and quiet. You engaged in various activities that you couldn’t do with Ezra’s constant chitchatting. Only his snores and the life of the Green Moon were your background noises.

After a few hours, your eyes were closing by themselves. So, you hopped in the “shower”, that was a series of pipes put clumsily together that connected to a limited supply of water – and it was always lukewarm. Under this shower, you of course had a direct view of Ezra sleeping peacefully – usually, he would turn around and do something else while you were showering. But now, you could look at him: perfectly still, t-shirt pulled over his abdomen as his strong arm was over his forehead, mouth slightly open. In this dimly lit room by a lantern, you could distinguish a trail of dark hair under his bellybutton.

You found him attractive, yes. But you never truly looked at him, like this, vulnerable, almost… adorable.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, and you felt wrong for doing it, but you had needs. Your hand traveled south.

Until he started moving more. Fuck fuck fuck. Your hand stopped over your mound.

You knew when he woke up, he would probably be mad at you for drugging him. He could really hurt you. The man had very grey morals. You turned the water off and dried rapidly, tying a towel around you as you rummaged around in a panic. You found various straps Ezra used to fix different things.

Before he could move more, you straddled his hips, shivering at the rub of fabric on your naked thighs. You solidly and carefully tied his wrists together. He barely moved, barely made a sound. For good measure, you also wrapped a strap around his head, trapping his mouth. You went to your own cot and finished what you started.

Minutes later, you heard a muffled voice and trashing sounds. You turned to the side, and his wide eyes met with your naked figure.

“Slept well?” You asked. “Oh wait, you can’t talk.” You got down from your cot and approached him. “I should’ve given you a bigger dose, so you’d sleep better, hm?” You sat on the bed beside him, your hand caressing his dark hair with an unsettling softness. “Any undesired effects?” You looked down at him to inspect his skin, until your eyes met with the thick tent in his pajama’s pants. “Oh, interesting.”

He tried talking again, so you slowly undid the gag, but kept it close in case he annoyed you.

“Now, have I gone astray, little bird? Why am I restrained?” He didn’t seem bothered now that his mouth was free. He even looked like… he was enjoying himself, a devilish tint in the dark eyes that were absorbing your bare figure.

“Frankly? I was tired of your constant chitchatting. I wanted some peace.”

“I cannot really blame you, I am quite chatty.”

“I might keep you like this for a little while, though.” You said, thinking.

“I am afraid we might have a little complication that I need to tend to.” He said as he looked down to his clothed, clearly erected cock.

“I can help. On one condition.”

“Yes.”

“If you don’t talk.”

“I will put on my best… silent, performance.”

“Good, I don’t mind gagging you again.”

Your hands pushed on his arms, so he’d keep them over his head in a slightly uncomfortable position. He looked up at you with hungry eyes.

“I must say you look quite… appealing.”

“Shh.” Your lips met in a rough kiss, mostly dominated by you. You held him down with firm hands on his chest. Your tongue met his, your teeth teased his bottom lip. He moaned in your open mouth without any shame, and you felt him move under you for friction. You pulled away and looked down at him.

“Don’t move.” You saw the way his mouth opened to talk, but he bit back his words, remembering your conditions.

You slid down on his body like a snake and pulled on his shirt to reveal skin that hadn’t been really exposed to the sun. Your lips traced his throat, tasting the salty taste of sweat there, and you kept going down, until you found a raised nipple. You took the pinkish skin between your lips, sucking and grazing it with your teeth. His hips bucked up on instinct. You were also starved for human touch, but you wanted him to deserve it.

“Fucking pest, be still.” You grunted.

“I just… really wish you would…” One of your hands covered his mouth so he didn’t finish his sentence. Meanwhile, your lips kept exploring his chest. He was lean, muscles mostly concentrated in his flexed arms. You kissed the skin over his belly button, then traced his dark happy tail with the tip of your tongue. Ezra’s moans vibrated against your hand.

You freed him so you could use your hands to take off his bottoms. You could see the obscene prominence of his cock in his thin, grey briefs.

“Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?” You murmured to yourself, as you leaned down over his thighs. You sucked on the skin there, avoiding any contact with his aching cock. A colorful bruise formed on his pale skin. Ezra squirmed, biting back a moan as he pulled on his ties.

 “I implore you, little bird…”

You pulled down his briefs, his red and angry cock sprung out. You kissed the skin over it, avoiding his erection.

“Please, it’s excruciating.”

He sighed of relief when you licked from the base to the tip, but then, you moved away again. You straightened up, kneeling between his opened thighs to look at his pained expression. In the corner of his eyes, you could see the slight sparkle of fresh tears. Amused, you leaned down again to take the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking on it, tasting his salty precum. You let his cock fall from your mouth and you cupped his balls in your hand.

“Poor baby.” You mocked him. “You wanna cum, Ezra? It hurts?”

“Y-Yes.”

“If I let you cum, will you be good?”

Ezra nodded enthusiastically.

“How do you wanna cum, dirty pest?”

“I want to…fuck you, I beg of you, little bird.”

Hearing him being so crude dissolved every bit of resolve that you had left.

“Sit up. Good boy.” Ezra’s hands were still tied together, and he extended them with puppy-dog eyes. You sighed and cut the ties with a strong pull of your teeth. The man moved his tired bones, then lifted his hands in a defeated manner.

“I will not attempt anything. I swear.”

“Hmhm. You better not.” Your pelvis hovered over his as you bent your knees. You were still aroused from your solitary caresses performed earlier, so the head of his cock slid in pretty easily. You let out a long, relieved sigh as you felt him completely filling you up.

“In my years of living… I don’t think I have ever felt anything so divine.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips, and you grabbed the back of his head, tugging on the dark curls there to bring his face closer. Your lips ravaged his as you started moving up and down at a slow pace. Ezra’s moans died against your lips. You stopped moving for a few seconds, just taking the time to feel him filling you up.

“Please –” You bit on his bottom lip to shut him up, and you started moving again, but instead of moving up and down, you rolled your hips. You guessed he was pleased by the look on his face ; eyes rolled to the back of his skull, mouth opened – where you could see a bit of blood on his bottom lip - in a silent moan. You kept going at a steady rhythm, until he got tired of waiting. He pushed you away from him, and your back laid on his cot. You tried protesting, but he was stronger. The drugs had worn off by now – he felt less and less tired.

“I apologize, little bird.” Ezra held your wrists above your head with the use of one big hand, and he reinvaded your walls in one quick movement, thrusting almost immediately, setting a rough pace. You were left a moaning mess under him. “I will partake in your little games at later date.”

He was grunting like an animal and twitched between your tight walls, shooting ropes of cum inside you. Your body felt limp and you watched as he guided his dick out of your hole, the man’s gaze absorbed by the mixture of your juices.

“I’m sorry I drugged you.” You finally said.

“I am afraid apologizes won’t do this time, little bird.”

He slid an arm under you and turned you around, holding up your ass against his pelvis. He rummaged around to find the strap you used to tie his mouth shut with and tied your wrists against your back. You groaned, but you were too tired to fight him.

His half-hard cock slid between your folds, making you wince with how oversensitive you were.

“Ezra, please…”

“How did you call me? Pest? We’ll see about that.”  

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[tommysversion]

Ache: Ezra x AFAB!Reader

Summary: you and Ezra get hit by something mysterious in the atmosphere, and it has... interesting... results.

CWs: dubcon (sex pollen) / breeding kink / Ezra's filthy mouth / unsafe PIV sex / squirting / established relationship (kind of).

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

Tagging: @serenaxpedro , @ezras--moon & @bearsbeetsbeskar

You think you’re used to everything The Green has to offer; the toxic air, the asshole mercenaries, the long days. Think you can handle everything it has to give you, especially now you have a somewhat established situationship with your companion.

Hell, it’s almost nice, the routine you’ve established. Go out prospecting, make it back to the lander, decontaminate, eat, curl up together in a tangle of sweat and satisfaction, Ezra whispering poetry into your ear.

It would be almost romantic if nine times out of ten, you weren’t dripping his cum onto the sheets. Or maybe that’s what makes it so. You don’t want to think too hard about what you are; putting labels on it just complicates things. You’re his, as much as he’s yours, and that’s all there is to it. Anything else makes it too difficult, too real, and once it becomes real, it means you have something to lose.

Anyway.

You’re not sure what’s happened; it’s usually cool in the lander at night, but you’re sweating, overheating, and it has nothing to do with your lover’s hands on you.

Part of you wonders if the air filters have gone faulty again, but you aren’t exactly thinking about the science of the situation right now, far too consumed with need and heat that won’t go away, no matter how desperate you are as you pull him to you, rub your soaked cunt along his cock.

Normally he’d comment on how needy you are, taunt you for it, but whatever is coursing through you has hit him, too, and hit him hard. He’s just as needy as you are, which is saying something.

Usually, he’s the one in control, perfectly composed and whispering filth into your ear as he steadily fucks into you. Not now. He’s clawing at you, spreading your thighs roughly, as though the only thing that matters to him right now is getting your legs wide enough for him to fit between.

It’s a fair assessment; you completely understand it, just as desperate, dragging your dripping pussy along his length as he lifts you into his arms, into his lap, guides himself to your entrance and pulls you, unceremoniously, downwards.

You cry out, making absolutely zero attempt at muffling the sound as you sink onto him, impale your tight cunt on the perfect thickness of him, wriggle your hips to settle, but it’s not enough. He’s as deep inside you as he can get, hips flush to yours, but you still need more, and so does he.

He draws himself out half way before dragging you back down by the hips, drawing a desperate moan from you that jolts straight to his cock. You’re so tight around him, he can feel himself pulse and throb inside you, swears he can feel every drop of pre cum that you milk from his cock as it drips into your eager, welcoming cunt.

“Fuck, please, I need-“ you aren’t even entirely sure what you need; he’s already as deep inside you as he can get, rocking his hips steadily, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each deep stroke.

“I know, sweet thing, I know…” Ezra moans it into your shoulder, even though he doesn’t know either, can’t put into words what you both so desperately need, even though he feels it too. Maybe there’s no words for it, just an overwhelming desire and need to be intimate like this, as though he might actually combust into flames if he doesn’t fuck himself as deep into you as possible.

A tiny part of his brain registers, dimly, that that isn’t scientifically possible, but then again, what does he know? As far as he was aware, whatever the fuck you’ve both been hit by in the atmosphere isn’t scientifically possible, either. The bigger part of his brain - and, arguably, the part thinking with his achingly hard cock - doesn’t care about science right now. All that matters is the steady rhythm of pulling half out of you, slamming back in, over and over, drawing those sweet, unrestrained moans from your lips.

You’ve never been this loud before, this confident; Ezra supposes it’s something to do with the drugs, rather than anything else; it doesn’t hurt his ego, because either way it’s still him causing this reaction, causing you to drag your nails up his chest, leaving claw marks in your wake. He’ll wear those like badges of honour, he thinks, as he leans in and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucks a deep purple mark into the soft skin.

You claw at him again, bear down onto him, your voice a wordless symphony of moans and pleas, even if there’s no actual words coming out; he can tell, knows what you want from him. Harder, faster, deeper if he can get there. He does, doesn’t care about the ache he’ll feel later, just as much as you don’t care about the subtle pain as he slams into you. All that matters is this.

You lean in, have to lean up, even in this position, and steal a hungry, demanding kiss, one hand knitting into his hair to keep him close as you take what you need from him, uncaring that when you pull away, your lips are still connected by a faint string of saliva. Maybe any other time, you’d find that disgusting. Not now. Now all that matters is leaving as much of each other on the other as possible.

“Starving, aren’t you?” There’s that vicious glint in his dark eyes again as he nuzzles his face between your tits, pulls you down onto his cock particularly hard. “Can’t blame you.”

He sucks a hardened nipple into his mouth, moans at the taste of sweat and salt on your skin, holds you in place as your back arches. He isn’t gentle, teeth scraping, lips greedy; in his frenzied state he almost wishes you had something to give, would gladly lap at any liquid that he could draw from your body, especially when he’s commented before on how much he fucking loves your tits.

Maybe he should just do as you’ve begged of him before, as he’s considered, and fuck you so full of his spend that it takes, claim you as his, spend his nights worshipping at the altar of your body as it grows new life.

His cock throbs inside you at the thought as he pulls away to demand another kiss, moaning into it as his hips buck up against yours; you can only hold on, breathing ragged and desperate, no relief in sight no matter how many times you come for him. At least, not yet.

“C’mon, little dove, I know you can come for me, I can feel how close you are...”

You gasp out, half at the words, half because he finds your sweet spot, the thick head of his cock caressing it almost lovingly with each deep thrust.

“Fuck -“ you whine it out, drawn out and needy, “right there…”

He takes the hint, doesn’t change up the way he’s moving, keeps rutting into you like a man possessed, his hands holding you steady, stroking up and down your back as he urges you closer and closer, until you’re tightening painfully around him, back arching, aching cunt gushing over his cock, soaking him, you, his lap, the thin sheets.

It’s almost instant relief, like a fog in your head is cleared, but all you can do is cling to him; you have no idea how long you’ve been out of it, how long he’s been fucking you, but you’re aching and exhausted and yet still so desperate and determined that he’ll find pleasure too.

Whatever has hit you both clearly still has him in its grasp; part of you wonders if you should stop, now that you’re clear headed, but the way he’s holding onto you like you’re the last tether to life makes it impossible, even if you truly wanted to.

He nuzzles into your shoulder again, presses open mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, like he can’t get enough of your scent, your taste, all while keeping himself pressed deep inside you, grinding his hips up into yours.

“Fuck… fuck…” he’s more moaning than speaking; you’ve never heard him sound so desperate, so needy. It must do something to you, because he groans again, nips at the junction of throat and collarbone.

“So wet for me, little dove, so fucking wet, I could find nirvana in this sweet little cunt, fuck-“

Normally, Ezra is a little more restrained; a little more eloquent in his words, making even the most sinful thoughts sound like poetry. Hearing him like this, completely unrestrained, almost feral, sends you over the edge again, drugged or not. You don’t need to be hit with some weird shit in the atmosphere to come again for him, and you do, clinging to him, gasping and sobbing his name as he fucks you through it, trailing more bites and kisses in his wake.

“Gonna come soon, birdie.” His voice is soft in your ear as he kisses just below it. “Gonna stuff you so full of me you’ll be dripping for days…”

You whimper softly at the thought; so far you’ve only been held in his arms, half riding him, half being pulled down onto him. He takes advantage of your distraction to flip you, press you into the bunk so he can fuck deeper into you, harder and faster as he chases his own release, entirely blind to anything but pleasure.

You’re more than happy to be used, to feel the comforting weight of him pressing your body down, your legs hooked tightly around his waist. It’s as if your bodies were made for each other, and you know it, staring up at him through half lidded eyes, lips parted as you study him, that single blonde streak in his hair falling into his face as already dark eyes become depthless with lust as he slams into you one final time, holds himself there.

You can feel him pulsing inside you, feel every hot, thick rope of his spend that fills you as he finally collapses on top of you, panting into your shoulder.

“Fuck… fuck…” he breathes it out between deep breaths, sounding more and more like himself with each passing moment.

You reach up one shaky hand to stroke his hair, just wanting to touch him, to reassure him that you’re there with him.

Silence fills the lander for a few moments before he finally speaks again.

“Hey, birdie?”

“Yeah?” Your voice is still a little ragged, too.

“Think we need to change out the filters in our suits.”

He lifts his head to give you a little smirk; you stare at him for a moment before you laugh.

“Yeah. Yeah I think we do, too.”

Neither of you make any attempt to move; you can change the filters out before you go out again. For now, you just stay wrapped up in each other, enjoying the afterglow and the ache that comes with it.

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[absurdthirst]

Boyfriend for Hire {Ezra x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.1k

Warnings: Modern AU, escort work, technically prostitution, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, masturbation, angst, miscommunication

Comments: When you are instructed to bring your boyfriend to the company New Year's party, you have a problem. He doesn't actually exist. Hiring Ezra, an escort who provides companionship for those who can afford it, turns into something far different than what you imagined.

A/N: Happy late New Year!!!!

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“I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday season with your families.” You stare down at your checklist for the end of year board meeting and halfway turn out, knowing you will be working through the holiday to get ahead on some projects that will be happening in the year to come. “That brings me to our New Year’s Eve party.” The CEO captures your attention and you look up as he smiles happily. “This year, I’ve decided to host a party for all of our execs and junior execs. I want all of you to be there.” He turns towards you. “We can finally meet this mysterious beau you keep talking about but we never see you bring to work functions.”

Panicking slightly but trying to remain calm, you shake your head. “Uh, we have plans for the New Year.” You protest, making him frown. 

“Unless you are out of town, which you’ve already said you will be here, I expect all of my employees there.” He decrees. Shit….now you have to pull a non-existent boyfriend out of thin air. 

Ezra looks away from his laptop when his phone begins to ring, his work phone. He takes off his glasses and sets them down before he pushes the green button to answer the call. “Hello?” He answers after clearing his throat. 

“Um, hello. Is this Ezra?” A woman asks and Ezra smiles at how nervous she sounds. 

“This is he.” He responds, tapping his fingers on his desk. 

“I, um, I got your number from a friend. I have a New Year party to attend and I need a man to go with me…to pretend to be my boyfriend.” 

Ezra bites his lip to smother his chuckle at that, “that’s my speciality, little bird. Shall we meet for a drink and see if I’m a good fit?” He suggests. 

“Ye-yes. That sounds good.” Ezra lets you pick the time and place and after telling you he will be there, he hangs up with a smirk. He has a job for New Year’s Eve. Perfect.

You fidget as you wait, choosing a high top table away from the rest of the bar, your drink in front of you medicinal to keep you from jumping out of your skin. You know what you are. What you are perceived as. A workaholic. A bitch boss who demanded too much of your team and only cared about your career. 

It was true, you were career focused and you didn’t think it was a bad thing. However, when everyone started asking about your personal life, because apparently separation of work and home life doesn’t exist anymore, you had lied. Made up what sounded like the perfect man, at least not anyone you had ever dated. Now you need to produce this wonderful person and you have no clue how to go about it without hiring someone. You’ve not been on a date in years and you don’t really want to. Men are always insecure when they realize you hold more power or make more money, or whatever seems to emasculate them. “Shit.” You hiss, lifting your drink to your lips with a slight tremble to your hand.

Ezra spots the red dress you said you’d be wearing and makes his way over to the table, adjusting his jacket as he confidently strides over to you. “You must be my date for the evening.” He offers you the most charming smile he can muster as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “Ezra, at your service.” He declares and takes a seat opposite you, admiring you for a moment. You’re beautiful, not the usual elderly woman he is escorting to boring social events. You’re gorgeous in fact and he smiles, knowing this won’t be a difficult date for him unless you are an absolute bitch.

You introduce yourself and then lean back as the waiter comes over to take Ezra’s drink order, giving you a moment to observe him. He’s elegant, far more than what you expected. None of the greasy appeal you had assumed you would have to deal with. His date casual outfit looked like it would belong at any high class country club, although the blonde streak in his otherwise russet hair is shocking in its charm. “Ma’am? Another?” You break away from looking at Ezra and stare down at your ice. 

“Please.” You murmur and wait for Ezra to speak as the man walks away to fulfill the drink orders.

“So…New Year’s Eve? A work shindig. Tell me little bird, what kind of man are you searching for to accompany you to the party? I am well versed in being whatever gentleman you require. You give me the details and I will play whatever part you desire.”

Twisting in your chair, you pull out your notebook, having written down everything you’ve told your colleagues about this fictitious boyfriend. Sighing as you open it and turn it around to hand to him. “This is what I’ve told them about my…lover.” Boyfriend seems so very juvenile to say and you swallow harshly, waiting for him to scoff at the unrealistic spin you’ve woven.

Ezra takes the notebooks, reading your bullet points and he bites his lip at the imaginative meeting between you and your “lover” until he reads what your beau enjoys, how he treats you. “Chérie, you might’ve discovered the most perfect man on the planet.” He jokes softly and you sigh, reaching for the notebook. 

“I know I embellished but I- I wanted you - him - to sound good.” 

Ezra pulls the book away from your reach, “I didn’t say it was impossible to create. I am a talented actor, I can assure you that this man will be attending your party with you. I can be this man but…I’m not cheap.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say that price doesn’t matter, but what kind of executive would you be if you gave away your negotiating power? “What would be your cost? Expenses? What would I be paying for?” You ask, tucking the notebook back into your large bag and looking over to see the waiter bringing the drinks back to your table.

Ezra smiles and thanks the waiter for the drinks, pausing the conversation, then he looks back at you while he lifts his drink. “Cheers, Chérie.” He smiles and clinks his glass against yours. “I’m not cheap. I am very discreet. I am good at what I do. I guarantee by the end of the night everyone will be convinced that I am in fact your lover. Three thousand. For the night.” He tells you his price, knowing it’s high but he’s good at what he does.

He is pricey, especially when you consider what the going rate for escorts is. You aren’t blind, you’ve seen the expense reports for some of your male counterparts, claiming it as ‘entertainment’. However, you aren’t looking for sex, you want a sophisticated man to be able to charm those around you and give a convincing performance. You take a sip of your drink, contemplating the idea. “Agreed, I will pay you half upfront and half at the end of the night. However, if you are not convincing, I will keep the other half.” 

Ezra smirks, liking your moxie, and he shifts to lean closer to you, “oh don’t you fret, little bird. You’re gonna be thrilled by the end of the night.” He lifts his glass towards you and takes a sip of his drink. Leaning back in his seat, he’s excited to spend the New Year with you. 

****

As part of the package, Ezra picks you up in the town car he hired for the evening. A friend of a friend has a company and he has a deal with them. A few hundred bucks isn’t much when he’s making thousands. He knocks on the door of your ridiculously posh apartment and waits for you to answer, adjusting his bow tie to ensure he looks suitable for your beau.

Putting in your earrings, you quickly walk to the door and open it. “I-“ stopping mid-sentence, you take in the polished suit and the way that his hair is even more carefully styled. “You look fantastic.” You murmur. “Let me get my purse and wrap.”

Ezra nods, hanging by your front door. He doesn’t want to intrude and he waits patiently for you to come into the hallway after you lock your front door. “You look exquisite, chérie. I will surely be the envy of every man in the room.” He reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss the back of it. “Shall we go? The car is waiting.” He extends his arm after letting go of your hand, excited to remember all the tidbits he’s been memorizing since your meeting a few days ago.

Nervous as you take his arm, you allow Ezra to walk you towards the elevators. “Have you memorized the key points?” You ask softly, the clicking of your shoes on the marble floors the only thing you can hear beyond your quiet conversation. “When we met, first date?”

“We met in that coffee shop over on Desmond Street. Brewsters. We bumped into each other during the morning rush and that was it. I took you to dinner at Le Mar and brought you roses. We kissed that night but nothing else. We’ve been dating for ten months. It’s been bliss. I took you to the fair and bought you that pretty bracelet you’re wearing for your birthday. I know your middle name. I know where you were born. I know the town you grew up in. Trust me, baby, I am a professional.” He pushes the button to call the car, turning to look at you. He reaches up to caress your face.

Suitably impressed, you wonder why your cheeks heat up when he touches your cheek. “You have a scar.” You just realize it, seeing the thin, silvery scar on the apple of his left cheek. “Where did you get it? In case anyone asks, of course.” You don’t mention that you think that it’s charming, giving him an almost roguish appearance that makes you think of old fashioned duals for honor with his syrupy accent.

Ezra chuckles softly, “serving this country. I was lucky that’s all I got. I nearly lost my arm. Was shot a few times but made it through. You should probably mention that I was an army man. Might win some of those bigwigs you associate with over. They always appreciate a man in uniform I’ve found.” He snorts, remembering the amount of times he’s seen lust in their eyes imagining him in a uniform while their wives stood beside them for appearances. You press the button for the ground floor and Ezra stands beside you after you drop his arm.

“Oh.” You murmur to him. “Sorry.” You don’t know what to say to that. Instead, the silence settles between you as your elevator car takes you down and you step out into the ground floor. You take a deep breath, wishing you could just stay on your couch in your leggings and work on reports while watching the New Year’s Eve program on TV and drink the wine you had bought and the nibble on the little charcuterie board you had ordered with your groceries on a whim.

Ezra shakes his head, stopping you walking for a moment. “Hush. You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t send me to my death. Those bastards did. Let’s make this an amazing night for you.” He cups your cheek and leans in to softly peck your lips. “Come on chérie, let’s go impress your coworkers.” He winks and takes your hand to guide you to the town car.

“Thank you.” Ezra helps you into the car and slides in beside you as the driver closes the door. You are impressed that he went to the lengths that he has with ordering a car. You had half expected to have to order an Uber. “Where did you grow up?” You ask curiously. “Is your accent authentic or…dramatic?” 

Ezra smirks, “I’m not that good an actor. I’m from Louisiana. Born and raised until I joined the army and left for good. Moved here about five years ago after my - my incident. You like the accent? Or no?” He asks, watching you as the car pulls away from the curb towards the hotel your company picked out for the event.

“I like it.” You assure him, reaching over and patting his thigh before remembering yourself and pulling your hand back. 

“Don’t.” Ezra grabs your hand and pulls it back. “We would be comfortable touching each other, chérie.” He reminds you. “You have paid a lot of money to be with your ‘lover’ tonight.” 

You bite your lip, shyly looking away and clearing your throat. “You must think I am ridiculous, needing to hire you to pretend to be my lover.” You murmur. “I - I concentrate on work, not men.”

“That’s smart. Men fuck everything up. Men complicate things. You’re a smart girl, focusing on you and your work. The right man…he will come along eventually. I understand the pressure, the way people question you constantly. As a woman, you’re expected to settle down and marry, be with a man and have the American dream but not everyone is made for that. Some don’t want the man, some don’t want the kids, some don’t want the house. It’s 2022 for God’s sake, women should be able to do whatever they damn well want.” He says with conviction, “I’m - I mainly attend functions with older women whose husbands have passed.”

That catches your curiosity, wondering if he is some sort of a con man. Swindling sweet old ladies out of their money with sweet nothings and attention. “How did you decide to become an..an escort?” You lower your voice, not wanting to say it too loudly even though the window of the town car was up.

Ezra sighs, "um, it's a long story but the short version? I got out and back here I had physical therapy and therapy...lots of it. By the time I was healed, I couldn't find a job so I moved to the big city. When I got here, I got in touch with some friends who put me in touch with an older woman who wanted company - no sex just company - and from there, she referred me and so on. It pays well and no one cares about my résumé."

“Fascinating.” You truly mean that. It’s not like you are unaware of people paying for company, hell, you are doing it now. But his story on how he came to get into this is interesting. The things he must see and here while he’s providing entertainment are sure to be noteworthy. “Have you ever had disagreements with your clients?”

“Sometimes. Not everyone is a fit but as long as the terms are laid out, we don’t tend to have a lot of issues or complications. Communication is key so if you don’t like something, you need to tell me, chérie.” He orders softly, offering you an accompanying smile.

“I don’t understand why they wanted to do this on New Year’s Eve.” You huff even though you do know why. It’s an opportunity to get drunk and party, writing it off as a corporate expense. “I don’t like being out on nights like these.” You admit quietly, looking out the window at the crowded streets.

Ezra snorts, “I have always had a hatred for the new year. Another year wasted.” He sighs just as the car pulls up and he shifts to get out, holding his hand out for you to exit the car. He smiles at you, shifting into character as he prepares to face your coworkers and bosses.

Stepping out of the car, you’re nervous. All of this could be a disaster, what where you thinking? This was insane, you should have just told them you broke up with your mystery boyfriend but it’s too late now. Ezra’s hand is a lifeline and you cling to it, never really liking social functions. For work was fine, but you hate small talk and know that they will be judging you - and the man you brought.

Ezra squeezes your hand, noticing how stiff you have gone. “Relax, chérie. I’ll take care of you.” He promises, knowing it’s his job to take care of you but also, part of him wants to make sure this night goes well. You seem like a good woman despite your workaholic tendencies and he wants to ensure you impress your bosses. Walking into the ballroom, Ezra is impressed at the display and immediately a man approaches you, saying your name.

“Charles.” You smile warmly, reaching out to the CEO of the company as he stops in front of you. “You said to be here and here I am.” You chuckle and shake his hand, motioning to Ezra beside you. “And I have brought my significant other, as requested.” You introduce the two to one another quickly. 

Ezra extends his hand after letting go of you, shaking your boss’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you sir. My chérie has told me good things about you.” He offers a charming smile and Charles chuckles, “all good I hope?” He asks and Ezra nods, taking your hand in his again. “Of course. My lady works hard for your company. Workin’ all hours of the day and away from me.” He pouts playfully and leans in to kiss your cheek.

You hum, tilting your head as if it is a kiss you receive everyday rather than this being the first time. “Well, you know I love my job.” You smile and look back at Charles. “The party looks like a success, everyone is having fun.” Code for quickly getting smashed but it’s not sloppy yet.

Ezra lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “Yes. Yes. You should go have fun. Ezra…it was a pleasure to meet you.” Charles smiles and Ezra nods back, “come on chérie, let’s go get a glass of champagne.” Ezra guides you to the bar, gesturing for the bartender. “I think that went well.” He murmurs, leaning close to you so it looks like he’s murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

“Yes it did.” You look around the room, already ready to leave. Allowing Ezra to order for you, you are happily surprised when he orders a good vintage of champagne. If he is hanging around older, wealthy women, he would most likely have developed good taste and you appreciate it.

Ezra thanks the bartender and hands you the flute, lifting his own up. “To 2023.” He smiles, clinking his glass with yours. “I think it would be appropriate for me to kiss you…if you will allow it.” He adds, not wanting to overstep however, he can feel eyes on him and he wants to make a good impression.

You bite your lip for a brief second before you nod. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t wondered if he was a good kisser. The little crease in his bottom lip very distracting and you’ve glanced at several times. “I think a moderate kiss would be appropriate right now.” You murmur, knowing you don’t want to cause a scene.

There’s a part of Ezra that wants to kiss you, the way your lips part and the small furrow in your brow has him ready to kiss you silly. He doesn’t kiss during his usual bookings, most of the women are older and don’t require that of him. He gently grips your chin with his free hand, leaning in and his eyes meet yours for a brief moment until he closes them to press a soft kiss to your lips.

It steals your breath. Making your eyes glitter and your hand reaches up to grip his shoulder. Nearly overwhelmed just from the petal soft feel of his lips against yours. It’s not demanding, but you yield anyway, the softest moan echoing in your throat.

Your moan makes Ezra deepen the kiss a little. Sliding his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment until he pulls back and kisses the corner of your mouth. “Well, isn’t this adorable?” Cynthia, one of your department managers comes over to see you. “This must be the beau you’ve mentioned before. Though we never caught his name.” She clicks her tongue and Ezra extends his hand after lowering it from your chin. 

“Ezra, pleasure to meet you.” He offers her a charming smile while keeping his posture aligned towards you.

You and Cynthia never really see eye to eye. She has some kind of grudge against you since you were promoted over her although she didn’t have the skill set for your job. “Cynthia.” You nod politely and smile. “Where is your husband? I’m sure Ezra would like to meet him.” Her husband is boorish, but you have to pretend to enjoy his company to play nicely. 

“Oh he has a work meeting. He’s been so busy.” She waves it off and Ezra frowns, “work meeting? It’s New Year’s Eve.” He takes a sip of his champagne and pulls you close with his free arm. “It’s a shame he left his beautiful wife to see in the New Year alone.” He tuts, “I would surely perish if I wasn’t able to kiss my beautiful girl at midnight.”

You fluster, slapping at his chest lightly as you feel the heat creep up your cheeks. “You always say the most outrageous things.” You tease, like he is always showering you with praise. Your perfect man would, even though he is a figment of your imagination brought to life by paying Ezra three thousand dollars.

Ezra grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss on your skin. “I merely speak the truth, mon chérie.” He coos, nudging his nose against your hairline. 

Cynthia narrows her eyes slightly, “I can’t believe we are finally meeting Ezra. I thought she had made you up. You seemed too good to be true.” 

She raises her eyebrows when Ezra shakes his head, “she’s focused on her work and we like to keep our private life just that. Private.”

You don’t like the tone of Cynthia’s voice, but you bite your lip and lean into Ezra’s side. “He is my little escape from work when I need it. So I keep him away from our office.” You don’t like the accusation in her comments, especially because they are true. 

Cynthia hums, “very well. We had better mingle. I know everyone is just dying to meet your Ezra. Come on, let’s go mingle.” She reaches for Ezra’s hand and he pulls away from her. 

“I’ll let my partner lead tonight. We will need another drink before we continue our exploration around the room. Pleasure to meet you Cynthia.” He says a little sharply and she huffs before striding off. “I can see why you decided to indulge in a fantasy boyfriend.” He murmurs in your ear then kisses your neck when he catches the eyes of your coworkers now speaking to Cynthia.

“She is very competitive.” You snort, closing your eyes slightly in pleasure. “I’ve never seemed to understand why, but she wants to prove that I wasn’t the right fit for the position. She wanted it. Or wants it.” You indulge yourself and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for being here. I know you technically have to be, but thank you.”

Ezra wraps his arm around you and gestures for the bartender to order you another round. “I might have to be here but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He tells you truthfully, “you are a beautiful, smart woman and you deserve a perfect New Year’s Eve. You deserve your coworkers to know you are dearly loved and adored. You should be. You’re a good woman.” He murmurs, caressing your waist.

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such a strong attraction to someone. Your stomach clenches and you feel your pussy bottom out. “You are engaging and attractive, so I will take your words as the highest compliment.” You promise him, picking up your champagne glass when the bartender brings it and taking a small sip. You don’t like to get too drunk, but the bubbly is delicious.

Ezra grins, glad to hear that, and he looks over his shoulder as the band starts to play. He reaches for your glass, setting it down on the bar and he grabs your hand. “Let’s dance, chérie. I want to show you off to your coworkers.” He guides you onto the dance floor, pulling you close into his arms.

This is completely different than any other time you have been out with your coworkers. Often mandatory drinks where you have one and leave, or work dinners where the focus is work. This is an actual party. Letting yourself be pulled into his arms and smiling as the two of you start to move in time to the music.

Ezra has always prided himself on his dancing. His mother had taught him and after he came home injured, he promised himself that he’d learn to dance again. He promised his mom a dance before she died. Now, he’s swinging you around to the music, a smile on his face.

You know people are staring at you, but you don’t care. Too busy enjoying the moment and you let out a happy laugh when Ezra pushes you away to spin you around and pull you back close to him. “Wow.” You beam at him. “You are amazing.”

Ezra is pleased that you’re happy with him. “Not as amazing as you, mon chérie. Every man in this room wants to be me right now with how absolutely exquisite you look.” His hands slide lower, dangerously close to the curve of your ass. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your neck.

“I am.” You confess breathlessly, feeling like this is some kind of hazy dream. It would be a fantasy, and you are enjoying every minute of it. His hand flexes right above the swell of your ass and you wish he would just squeeze it, but you won’t beg for that. “Ezra…”

He knows what you want from him and he usually would never indulge in the physical affection his clients desire but you are different. His stomach twists with how beautiful you are - inside and out - and he obliges your wordless request, cupping your cheek to press his lips to yours.

The two of you dance in your own little world, your heart pounding as his tongue flicks against your lips and you let him in without a second's hesitation. Feeling like it is the most natural thing in the world, you have come to stop on the dance floor and you don’t even realize it.

People watch you and Ezra, some with mirth, some with surprise, quite a few with jealousy. Ezra keeps you close and only pulls back when the song ends, applause thundering in the ballroom and Ezra pecks your lips before he turns to clap his own hands. “The best dance I’ve had in a while.” He winks and takes your hand to guide you to a nearby table. “Are you hungry, chérie? You want some food?” He gestures to the buffet of hors d’oeuvres.

“We should, since we are drinking…” You hum, enjoying the warmth of his hand far more than you probably should. You know his rules, sex is off the table but right now that is all you can think about. Blaming it on the champagne, you look over to him. “Should we share a plate? Try a little of everything?”

Ezra nods, leaning down to kiss your forehead then he makes his way over to the buffet to grab a plate of food for you to share. He sits back down beside you, handing you some napkins. “Here you go, chérie. I can get more.” He tells you, winking at you as the band continues to play.

Picking up a spinach and cheese tart, you hold it out to Ezra to try. Surprising yourself because you are not trying to talk about work or slip away since you have been seen by the CEO. You are actually enjoying yourself. “Have a bite, sweetheart.” You coo playfully.

He eagerly leans forward, taking the bite and he can’t help but let his tongue touch your fingers before he chews. You are too delectable. Sexy and independent. Two qualities he greatly admires in a woman. He leans in to kiss your jaw after he finishes swallowing, “delicious.” He murmurs, pulling back to look at you.

Your lip is between your teeth and you wish that he would never stop. Food play has never been an ideal fantasy for you but now you want him to eat everything off your body.

“So this is your mystery boy toy?” Jackson, another department head, strides over. His posture is cocky as he looms over you and Ezra. “You gonna introduce me? I’m her work husband. She’s never mentioned you.” He wrinkles his nose at Ezra. Jackson has always wanted you, flirted with you, and now he’s not happy that you brought your mystery boyfriend to the party.

“Yes I have, you just haven’t listened.” You roll your eyes and look back at Ezra. “Ezra, this is Jackson. Jackson, Ezra.” You manage to make it appear that you are smiling but your teeth are clenched together in annoyance. “He is a colleague and not my work husband.”

“I shouldn’t be jealous, I know I’m a lucky bastard to have this exquisite creature as my lover. It’s, uh, interesting to make your acquaintance, Jackson. She’s never mentioned you. My name is Ezra. Lucky to belong to this exquisite woman you have the pleasure of spending your work days with.” Ezra reaches for your hand, kissing the back of it.

Jackson narrows his eyes, unhappy that the so-called boyfriend exists. He had been sure it was a figment of your imagination, no man was that perfect. Embarrassed that you would call him out about your work relationship, he presses on. “Don’t worry, Ethan, was it?” He purposefully says Ezra’s name wrong. “I take good care of her while she’s here. If I didn’t bring her lunch, she wouldn’t eat!”

Ezra frowns at that, looking over at you. “Is that true, amor? You don’t eat lunch? We shall have to rectify that. I shall be making you a lunch from now on.” He promises, not even looking back at Jackson. “And the name she moans in bed is Ezra, just so you know.”

Your cheeks flame hot but not because he’s embarrassed you, but because you are imagining doing just that - moaning his name in bed while he pounds into you. You have no idea what his dick size is but you can just tell he would be an attentive and exhausting lover. It makes you squirm slightly, needing friction and your suddenly dry mouth needs some more champagne.

Ezra watches you take a sip of champagne, your neck extended, and he bites his lip, deciding to take the chance. He leans in to kiss along your neck and you softly moan. His cock twitches in his pants and Jackson stands there for a moment until Ezra pulls away from you to look at him. “Are we keeping you from mingling?” He inquires and Jackson shakes his head, huffing before he stomps off. With a chuckle, Ezra kisses along your neck and down to your clavicle, “I must say, you smell simply divine, chérie.”

You whimper, shivering slightly at the feather light kisses along your skin. “I- wanted to- to seem like- like someone you would be with.” You admit breathlessly, aware of your reputation as dull. The sexy perfume was an indulgence beyond the clean scent you would wear into the office. Something that made you think of sex rather than work meetings.

Ezra hums, pulling back to look at you with a frown. “Why wouldn’t I be with someone like you?” He asks softly, hating the insecurities he finds swarming your eyes and he cups your cheek. “You’re a beautiful, smart, successful woman. You’re far too good for someone like me.”

You know that he is a companion, that you are paying him, but you also know that he has to be very intelligent in order to move in the circles that he does seamlessly. “I’m not.” You protest quietly, reminding yourself you had to pay him to pretend to be your lover. “I doubt you would be interested in someone like me. I am a workaholic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being dedicated to your work but you need to take time for yourself. For your pleasures. Indulgences. You only live once, mon chérie. Don’t waste your life working.” He tells you just as the band announces the countdown to midnight. “Come on, let’s see in the new year in style.” He stands up and extends his hand to you.

When the clock strikes midnight, Ezra pulls you close and presses his lips to yours. Cupping your cheek with one hand and his arm around your waist, he slides his tongue into your mouth with a groan and kisses you at midnight. Putting his heart behind it as he wants you to feel special.

It’s just for the night, you know this. Still, you cling to him, letting the streamers and balloons with the confetti fall around you. Noise makers being blown and others exchanging kisses. Although all you think about is Ezra. Making you whimper when he finally pulls away after half a minute of kissing into the New Year.

He grins when he pulls back, “happy new year, chérie.” He kisses your nose and pulls you close again, marveling at the display of balloons and confetti as the band begins to play “Auld Lang Syne.” He doesn’t ever break his rule of not sleeping with his client but you, pressed against him, feel marvelous and he leans down to kiss you again. This kiss is dirtier, sloppier, as he tries to wordlessly portray what he wants.

It shifts - this feeling between you. The spark ignites and you would be lying if you said you did not want him. Your own arms around him tighten and you press yourself against him shamelessly. If it wasn’t so rude, you would drag him out of here. Only when he pulls away to gulp down air do you dare voice it. “Should we leave?” You ask breathlessly. “Go back to mine?”

Ezra hesitates for a second, knowing he shouldn’t be doing this but he desperately wants you. He wants to make you moan his name, he wants to pull you apart piece by piece. “Let’s go.” He rasps, “do you have to say goodbye to anyone?” He asks, sliding his hand down to squeeze your ass.

You know none of them will miss you, you shake your head and whimper when he squeezes again. “Let- where is your driver?” You demand, ready to say fuck it and drag him to a bathroom. You don’t care right now.

Ezra nods, taking your hand after reluctantly letting you go, and he guides you to the exit. Practically dragging you through the hotel to the car he has waiting for you. He opens your door and helps you in before he gets in after you and slams the door. “Chérie, you are -” He surges forward to press his lips to yours, a rare display of speechlessness from Ezra.

This time the kiss is even more desperate, consuming. You moan louder now that you are in the safety of a vehicle and away from the prying eyes of your coworkers. Not worrying about what they will say about you. Instead you let your hands wander over Ezra’s suit, sliding under his jacket to the warmth underneath.

Ezra groans your name against your lips as your hands slide up his chest but when you touch his shoulder, he pulls back. “Sorry!” You rush out, wondering what you’ve done wrong and Ezra shifts away from you. 

“It’s okay, chérie. Just - gimme a moment.” He rasps, shifting a inch away from you as he tries to catch his breath and compose himself. He turns his head to look at you, an easy smile now on his face and he leans in to kiss along your neck.

You want to push away, something not being right about the way he reacted but you can’t make yourself. You will ask later. Ezra kisses at your pulse, his tongue pressing against it and making you groan. “Ezra….” You whisper breathlessly, your fingers sinking into his hair and your movement guides him to kiss down your chest into your cleavage.

He licks along your cleavage, dipping his tongue below the material of your dress and the car comes to a stop, the driver clearing his throat. He pecks your lips and shifts to get out of the car, adjusting himself before he offers you a hand. After paying the driver, he shuts the door and wraps his arm around your waist. “Come on, chérie. It’s a new year. Let’s celebrate it in style.” He kisses your cheek while you grab your keys for your building.

There are several other couples making their way back to their units, spirits high. You and Ezra cling to one another in the elevator and giggle with other drunken couples. Only pulling away from each other when the car stops on your floor and you pull him out into the hallway. “Happy New Year!” You call back to the other two couples still on the elevator as the doors close.

Ezra is eager as you struggle to unlock your door, his hands caressing your waist and his lips kissing along the nape of your neck. You pant and struggle to open the door so he takes the keys, swiftly opening the door to your apartment and he pushes it open, letting you lead.

Normally you don’t throw things around, keeping everything in its place so you can know where it’s at, but right now all you want is him. Tossing your keys, clutch and wrap to the floor, you swing around and press your lips to Ezra’s the moment he steps inside your apartment as you back him up against the door and close it.

He loves how eager you are and he feels the same way. His hands trying to touch every inch of you he can reach. He groans into your mouth when you start to push his shirt off of his shoulders and he’s grateful he remembered to wear a t-shirt underneath. His hands squeeze your ass and he tentatively reaches for the zipper of your dress, not wanting to overstep so he waits for your reaction before he continues, pulling the zipper down.

Biting your lip, you nod. Eternally grateful that you have worn something sexy underneath the dress. You didn’t wear it for Ezra, you wear things that make you feel good. Especially when it clashes with proper business attire during the week. This is merely a coincidence that you have lace and sheer material under your dress. Letting him peel your dress down to reveal your body to him, you wait for his reaction.

Ezra swallows harshly when he sees what you are wearing. “Oh chérie. You are - you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever had the honor of laying eyes on.” He coos, almost scared to touch you in case you disappear. He finally summons the courage and pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing against yours while his hands explore the newly exposed skin.

His hands feel like hot silk on your skin, caressing you and seemingly bringing you to life. This time your tongue flicks against the seam of his lips to beg entrance. Making you huff happily when he groans and opens to let you in. Your own hands move down to his belt buckle, ripping at it hastily.

Ezra groans, flicking open the lace bra and he pulls back so he can tug the straps down your arms, flinging the lingerie aside and he ducks down to take a nipple into his mouth, groaning against your warm flesh as he works the sensitive bud between his teeth.

“Ezraaaa!” You cry out, eyes widening before they close. You manage to get his belt open and then the suit pants. Shoving your hand down to wrap around a thick cock over his underwear, you moan sinfully when he twitches in your hand. “I- fuck, oh my god.” You whimper, imagining him inside you.

He hisses around your breast when you squeeze him and he swears he could cum then and there. “Fuck.” He curses as he switches to your other breast, his hands hooking in your panties and he pushes them down to your ankles. He pulls back and away from your grip, his breath hitching at how utterly devastating you are and he kneels, kissing your stomach as he lifts your leg onto his shoulder.

Your eyes widen when you realize what he is about to do. Unable to comment before he is nuzzling into your thigh, inhaling your scent right before his tongue swipes across your cunt with enough skill to make you cry out.

He is tentative, not in a hurry, but as soon as your tangy arousal hits his tongue, he’s ravenous. He growls, diving in to slide his tongue through your folds, flicking your clit and his hands grab your ass to pull you close.

Your knee threatens to buckle, but you stay upright. Looking down at the sharp curve of his nose as it presses into your mound. “Of fuck, shit Ezra-it’s-its been so long since someone’s done this.” You admit breathlessly.

He pulls back for just a moment so he can look at you. “A travesty, mon chérie. You should have this gorgeous pussy sucked and licked often.” He tuts and dives back in, doing just that and revealing in your cries.

The sounds you make are filthy, and loud. You know people passing by can hear and you don’t care. All you can think about is the way the tension in your belly is pulling tight and you’re going to cum. “Ezra, Ezra, Ezra!” You cry out, body trembling when you fall apart.

He keeps you upright, pushed against him, and he works you through it with lazy strokes of his tongue. He loves how he’s already pulled you apart and he kisses your clit for a moment until he offers you a lazy smirk, looking up into your hazy eyes.

“Oh my god.” Your entire body seems to melt under the pleasure of your orgasm. Panting as you look down at him and wonder how the fuck he’s going to top that. “I- wow.” You manage, a goofy grin on your face. “I don’t know if you can top that.”

Ezra smiles, “I can have a damn good attempt at it, chérie.” He stands, licking his lips and he kicks off his dress shoes and reaches for his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. He shrugs off the dress shirt and you reach for the hem of his long sleeved t-shirt. “I, uh, that stays. I don’t want to take it off.”

Your brow furrows in confusion as you look up at him, but his eyes have almost a pleading expression so you nod. “Okay, no problem.” You wonder if he has some scar that bothers him, it would make sense. Instead of making it a big deal, you turn and walk towards your bedroom, looking over your shoulder. “Come Ezra.” You order playfully.

Ezra exhales softly in relief and lets you guide him into your bedroom. It’s sophisticated and warm and he only gets a second to admire it before you are pushing him onto the mattress. “You’re eager, baby doll.” He chuckles, caressing your waist when you straddle his thigh and his hands slide up to squeeze your tits.

For a moment, your own insecurities rear their ugly head and you wonder if you seem desperate. Not that Ezra lets you think of that, or anything for long with his hands on you. Instead of pulling back, you lean forward and bite his bottom lip. “I am eager.” You confess. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Condom?” He rasps against your lip, his hands sliding down even more to squeeze your ass and rock you on his thigh. His cock is throbbing. It’s been a while since he’s had sex and even longer since he got to touch someone so utterly beautiful. His usual clients are older women who try to get him in their beds but he won’t sleep with them, no matter how much money they offer. He wants sex to be natural, something he desires, not just based on money. He loves the way you moan his name. “Condom, baby doll.” He repeats, needing to be inside of you.

“I- shit…” Your clit is grinding against his skin and it feels amazing. “I- I think they - I have some in the drawer.” You aren’t sure, it’s been so long and it’s on the tip of your tongue to tell him that you don’t need it, but you are strangers. No matter how natural and easy this seems, it wouldn’t be smart to sleep with him unprotected.

Ezra manages to reach into your nightstand, searching around for the condoms while his eyes watch you grind on his thigh, feeling how slick you are. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He growls, growing impatient but he manages to find a condom, ripping into it and handing it to you. “Put it on me, chérie and use my cock for your pleasure. I want to feel you cum, see you fall apart.” He orders, squeezing your hips when you take the condom from him.

Your hands shake as you roll the condom down his impressive length. Nearly leaning forward so you could take him into your mouth, but you stop yourself. Knowing that the two of you are too worked up for teasing. Once on, you are quickly moving over him, straddling his waist and lining him up to sink down on his cock far faster than what is probably necessary but you love the stretch of him.

“Fu-” Ezra’s words die on his tongue as you envelop him in your hot, tight cunt. His jaw clenches as you sink down onto him and he caresses your hips while his eyes threaten to close. “My - my God, chérie. You are - so delectable.”

Your own moan claws out of your throat while you circle your hips and press him deeper. “So good, Ezra.” You whine. “You feel so good.”

Ezra looks up at you, reaching up to grab your neck and drag you down towards his mouth so he can kiss you. He slides his tongue into your mouth and groans when you start to move, rocking on his cock. “Feel so good, chérie. So tight.” He murmurs, caressing your side until he can squeeze your ass.

It’s unusual, bracing your hands on his chest and feeling his shirt rather than skin, but you don’t let it stop you. “Been a-a long time.” You pant, starting to bounce on his cock a little faster and feeling a little rush of arousal to make it even slicker.

“Me too.” He confesses, watching you and he caresses your arms up to your shoulders as you bounce on his cock. He’s desperate to see you cum again but he can be patient. He grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks before he brings his hands down to smack them.

You squeal, rocking forward and clenching around him. “Fuck!” The sting of his hand feels amazing and you are immediately rocking back onto his cock even harder. “Again, more- fuck, please.” You beg, biting your lip as he twitches inside you and presses against something wonderful.

He repeats the action, loving your squeal of pleasure, and he loves your begging. Wanting to hear more, he grabs your hips and manages to flip you over onto your back without slipping out of you. He doesn’t waste a beat, pushing into you with a deep groan, he starts to fuck you.

Pulling your knees back, you gasp out his name. Loving how deep he surges into you with the harsh and steady slap of his hips. Rougher, just like you imagined. It’s thrilling to have a man who is polished outside the bedroom who knows how to fuck. Instead of touching his shoulders since he had tensed up, you grip his sides and moan.

He grabs your thigh, pushing it back against your stomach and he sinks even deeper, drawing moans from you both. “Fuck, chérie. You - you feel divine.” He moans and leans in to kiss along your neck. “Are you going to cum for me?” He murmurs against your flesh and he licks up to your jaw, biting as he steadily thrusts into you, adjusting the angle every other thrust until - “oh shit!” You squeal and he smirks against your skin. “There it is. That’s the stuff. Cum for me baby doll.”

It’s not hard to give into his demands. The hard pace coupled with the intensity of his focus on the angle that had made you squeal nearly makes your back arch up off the bed. “Ezra- gon- gonna c-cuuuuuuum!” You cry out, your entire body stiffening when your cunt clamps down around him and soaks his cock in your juices.

Seeing and feeling you cum around him has him groaning out your name, loud and wrecked as he thrusts into you. It’s true what he said, it’s been a while and he’s not sure if he’s going to last. “Fuck baby. I- I’m gonna - shit. Shitttt.” He hisses, barely managing to thrust a few more times before he cums, spilling harmlessly into the condom.

Panting, you nearly forget yourself and grab his shoulders but you manage to catch yourself. Lunging up, you press your forehead against his and kiss his lips for a long moment while he rides out his high. Collapsing back into the bed with a satisfied sigh.

Ezra grunts, closing his eyes as he revels in his high until he has to pull out. Gripping the condom, he pulls out of you and ties it off, tossing it onto the nightstand and he grabs you to pull you against his chest. “That was…absolutely indescribable.”

You relax against him, making sure you don’t touch his shoulder and smile. “Yes it was. Best way to ring in a new year.” You laugh and are shocked at how good you feel. You didn’t want to go work, or boot up your laptop. You wanted to stay right here. With Ezra. “It was wonderful.”

Ezra kisses your head, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He is sad to leave you tonight. The first time he's truly enjoyed the company of one of his clients and he knows his next client will pale in comparison to you. He sighs, shifting away from you. He knows you'll want him to go and he feels dirty to think about the remainder of the money but his rent is due today. He needs it.

There’s a shift and you are sad to feel it. Now that you are both satisfied, it’s time to remind yourself that this was a business transaction. The sex hopefully wasn’t a part of it, but you owe him the money you promised. “Let me-“ you slide out of the bed and reach for your robe. “I’ll get the rest of what I owe you.” You turn and rush out of the room, wondering if he had slept with you because he wanted to, or to make sure he was paid the full amount. Picking up your clutch off the floor, you open it to pull out the small envelope with fifteen hundred dollars in one hundred dollar bills in it. Sensing that he would prefer payment in cash rather than risk a check.

Ezra is behind you, grabbing his pants and shoes to redress while you gather the rest of the money. He feels dirty. He has never had sex with a client before and right now, he feels like he’s being paid for fucking you even though he wanted you, not for the money, but because he likes you. He is tying his shoes when you hold out the cash for him, standing there in your rope with your hair a mess and mascara smudged. You look like a fucking angel that he has dragged down into his hell. “Thank you chérie. I- I had a wonderful time. I hope you are satisfied?” He asks once he stands up, shoving the cash into his pants pocket.

“More than I ever expected to be.” You admit with a smile. It’s slightly awkward and you wish you knew what to say, but you aren’t smooth with things like this. “Thank you Ezra, for tonight. I know that we went beyond some of your boundaries, but I- I really had a great time with you.” You want to lean in and kiss him, but you don’t want to push.

Ezra smiles, reaching out to cup your cheek. “Me too. I had a great time. Best new year I’ve had in a while.” He admits and unable to resist, he leans in to kiss you softly one last time. “Thank you chérie. Happy New Year.” He grabs his jacket and tie from the floor and walks towards your front door, looking back at you one last time before he leaves.

****

It’s been two weeks since you’ve seen Ezra. You tap his card that you have on your desk, contemplating your next move. It’s been a distraction you don’t need but you can’t get him out of your mind. Popping up while you are working and especially when you are in bed alone, your hand or vibrator between your thighs. Sighing to yourself, you pick up your phone and select his contact information and hit call.

Ezra frowns when he sees your name come up on his phone. He keeps all his clients in his cell phone and his stomach twists as he picks up the phone and hits answer. “Chérie, my dear, how are you?” He answers, leaning back against his seat with a soft smile.

“Ezra.” Your stomach flips and flutters at the sound of his voice. You wonder if he’s thought about you at all. You hope he has. “I was wondering if you had a free evening this week?” You murmur softly, feeling unsure of yourself now. “For a- a dinner.”

He opens his agenda, searching the week. He has a couple of events with his older clients but he has a free night on Thursday. “I am free on Thursday night. I, uh, won’t charge as much for a dinner.” He says, unsure if he needs to keep this professional despite the way his heart is thumping in his chest.

Of course he wants payment. Your heart clenches, the hope that he had felt something during your time together dying. You’re a practical woman and try to see it as having a need met. Men did it all the time, why shouldn’t you. “Thursday will be fine.” Your voice is stronger this time. “Let me know your rate and where to meet you.”

“One thousand. I’ll text you the restaurant. I know a great bistro. Private and delicious. See you soon, chérie.” He murmurs before he hangs up. Hating how he is taking your money when he enjoys your company so much but he has to keep up appearances. He needs to be professional and practical.

One thousand dollars. It’s a lot, but you want to see Ezra again. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you never felt as good as you did when you were with him and you crave that feeling again. Opening your calendar, you make sure to block out that night as unavailable. You will be busy having dinner with Ezra.

****

Ezra adjusts his tie as he waits for you to arrive. You told him you’d meet him at the bistro and he stands when you walk in, looking absolutely gorgeous in a black silk shirt and jeans. “Chérie, you look absolutely delectable. I doubt I will need dessert from this bistro if I get to have you.” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly before he pulls the chair out for you.

You fluster at the compliment, unable to stop yourself from melting into his arms. The kiss was too brief and you sat as he pushed your chair in. “That would be up to you.” You promise, staring at his gorgeous form as he sits down before you put your napkin in your lap. The bistro is intimate and you wonder which one of his clients brings him here. “How have you been?”

Ezra shrugs, “not too busy. I’ve mainly been working on my manuscript. I’ve been working on a play. A re-enactment of my time during the war and how my life went to it. My therapist got me started on it, said that writing things down is healthy and it snowballed from there. You? I’m sure you’ve been busy with the new quarter.” He offers you a soft smile and reaches for your hand to squeeze it.

“It’s been busy.” You nod but you want to focus on his comment. “A manuscript? Ezra that’s- I’m sure it’s amazing.” Your skin tingles where his hand is touching you and you swear that your heart skipped a beat. “Have you been writing for long? I feel like you would be amazing at it.”

Ezra bites his lip and shrugs, “I, uh, I’ve been writing it on and off for months. Pausing when I can’t figure out the next step and resuming when it comes to me.” He caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, “I haven’t - I don’t have any backers and no one has read it yet so it could be utterly shit.”

“I doubt that.” You assure him. “You are far too eloquently spoken and a story weaver for that to be true.” You want to offer to help him but you aren’t sure if he would take offense. “You could always test a chapter, see how it’s received?”

Ezra sighs, “I don’t have the contacts. Actually, there’s this client whose husband is a publisher but she can hardly ask on my behalf.” He shakes his head, knowing the husband turns a blind eye to her evenings with Ezra going to events he doesn’t want to go to. “Perhaps…you would read it? See if you like it?”

“Of course.” You immediately nod, eager to read his writing and offer any suggestions you can. “You can send me whatever you would like me to read and I’ll give you my honest opinion.” It does sting to learn that he accompanies married women but it is none of your business.

The smile he offers you is sincere and wide and he squeezes your hand before he brings it to his lips to kiss the back of the. The waiter comes over and Ezra orders a bottle of red wine, “and two of the special.” Ezra orders, turning to look at you. “You gotta try this cheese soufflé. You’re not allergic are you?” He asks, silently cursing himself for getting ahead. He doesn’t know if you are lactose intolerant or vegan or have other requirements.

“Oh that sounds delicious.” You moan, your stomach agreeing with you by giving a particularly loud rumble of hunger. Wincing, you are thankful the waiter has already walked away and didn’t hear it. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten since…” you actually don’t remember when you’ve eaten last, you had gotten roped into a work meeting at lunch and hadn’t been able to get something.

Ezra frowns, “you haven’t eaten today?” He asks and you shake your head. He tuts, “that simply will not do. You must eat, I insist on it. You must prioritize yourself, chérie.” His tone is low but intense as his dark eyes focus on you.

“I forget at times.” You admit. “Or I drink enough coffee that I’m not hungry.” Your life is caffeine, perhaps too much of it.  You smile softly. “I do need someone to bring me lunch, I guess.” You joke, reminding him of his promise in front of Jackson.

Shaking his head, Ezra tuts, “I’ll come to your office and take you for lunch. Show that smarmy prick that you are treated right and I’ll make sure you get some lunch.” He remembers that he will have to charge but part of him doesn’t want to do that. He wants to spend time with you, find out more about you.

“No, you don’t have to do that.” You promise, knowing that it’s not his responsibility to take care of you. This is all pretend. “I will start having meals delivered to the office regularly and just have them say it’s from you. So no one suspects.” Why you didn’t think of it before, you don’t know. “I know you are a busy man.”

Ezra chuckles softly as the waiter comes over to open the bottle of wine. “I’m not that busy. Not too busy for you.” He says without truly thinking about it. He lets go of your hand and tastes the wine, nodding and thanking the waiter after he pours two glasses. “To us.” He toasts, a soft smile on his face as he looks at you.

“To us.” You murmur softly, wondering what he means by that as you take a sip of the wine. It’s delicious and you smile as you take another sip. “You seemed surprised to hear from me when I called.” You set your glass down and decide to be straightforward. “Did you not expect to?”

“I figured I’d had my use. Planted the seed about your boyfriend and you’d make the excuse that I work a lot, I’m away on business until you eventually reveal that I was too clingy and wanted too much from you - wanted you to cut back on work - so you broke up with me. You are sad but composed and me? I’m a wreck. You tell them I’m calling you over and over again to beg you to get back together but your job is more important. Impresses your bosses, confirms that you’re wanted and maybe, you’ll meet someone at work who can fulfill all your needs. This ain’t my first rodeo, chérie. I know how it goes.” He tells you. 

You snort, impressed with his genius and shake your head. “No office romances for me.” You tell him firmly. “I’ve seen too many of them go up in flames where  someone has to leave. No, I would prefer to have a lover outside of my profession. Even a competitor with another company  is not for me.”

Ezra hums and nods, understanding more about you. You are a strong, independent, smart woman and he loves it. “I can understand that.” He nods and leans back as the soufflés are placed on the table.

You send the waiter a smile of thanks and groan at the incredible smell. “Ezra, it smells delicious.” You are nearly drooling as you pick up your fork. “Thank you for having dinner with me. I- this is better than eating alone in my apartment while I work.”

“Chérie, It’s always a pleasure to spend time with you. Never, ever think that I don’t want to spend time with you. You’re - you’re so beautiful and smart. I just can’t believe you don’t have a man to spoil you.” He doesn’t say that because you’re paying him but it’s the truth. Deep down though, he’d be here regardless of the money.

“No one would want to put up with my work schedule.” You scoff, remembering how it was frowned on that you worked the way you did. “Men put in hours and they are praised for focusing on their careers, being a real go-getter. Women do it and it's unbecoming.” You roll your eyes and bring a piece of the soufflé to your lips. “Oh my god.” You groan happily at the taste, closing your eyes at how perfect it is. “This is delicious.” 

“Unfortunately some people still think women should be in the home.” Ezra rolls his eyes, “Neanderthals…every single one of them. I don’t subscribe to that archaic mentality. Women like you…they are capable, strong, independent. You pick a man based on how you feel about him, not based on what he can provide and that scares men. To have a woman not dependent on them? You have to be a strong character to enjoy a woman like you.” He winks and takes a bite of his own soufflé, a groan escaping his lips.

“Are you a strong character?” You ask flirtatiously, enjoying his outlook. “Why am I asking? Of course you are. You deal with women of all ages, some of them more independent than I am.” You hum, reaching for your wine again. “I am sure you have stories to tell. After your first book, you should write those stories down. Names changed for privacy, of course.”

With a chuckle, Ezra sets his fork down and nods, “oh there’s been some tales. Some women…they had lovers who they wished to make jealous. Some had occasions that I simply wasn’t prepared for…like a funeral as they didn’t tell me the event, just that it was a family function. Some wanted more from me than I was prepared to give.” He frowns at that one, remembering the way the woman groped him and offered far more money than they agreed. He doesn’t have sex with his clients…well didn’t…until you came along.

“Oh…..” you wonder if he counts you among those women now. You had assumed that he had wanted to sleep with you, but you had never heard anything from him and the only way you could spend time with him is if you paid him. “I’m sorry that you had bad experiences. You aren’t a piece of meat to be bought and treated how they want.” You offer, feeling slightly ashamed of the way you had practically begged him to fuck you.

“It’s nothing compared to what female escorts go through. Women don’t get nasty, they don’t threaten me or force me. I am lucky. I - I only have sex when I want sex and you…you’re the only client I’ve ever had sex with.” He reveals softly, his eyes flicking around the restaurant before they settle back on you.

“Ezra….” You reach out and touch his hand gently. “That night- I didn’t expect to sleep with you because I paid for your time.” You promise him quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear. “I wanted to be with you and it was amazing. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about someone everyday and replay something like I have with that night,”

Ezra inhales with a soft chuckle, squeezing your hand. “Baby doll, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment I left your apartment building. You are funny, intelligent, and devastatingly gorgeous. I- I want to spend more time with you.” He says and brings your hand to his mouth to press a kiss on the back of it.

Biting your lip, your stomach flips pleasantly. “I- I want to spend more time with you too.” You confess, smiling at him. “I broke down and called you because I couldn’t stay away.”

“I’m glad you called. I- I want to spend more time with you. It’s just - my rate-” He knows he should tell you he will be with you for free, he wants that, but he also will be sacrificing time he could be earning money from his other clients. 

“I can pay.” You rush out, knowing you’ll spend whatever it takes to feel like this again and again. 

Ezra bites his lip, knowing he shouldn’t do this but he wants you, “I can do a reduced rate so - so it’s not as expensive.”

“What would you think?” You ask him, feeling a negotiation coming on and you like that. It wouldn’t be fair to just demand his time for free and yet you know you don’t want to pay expensive rates every time you want to see him. Especially if it’s how you want to be spending time with him. “I think that it might be fair to say we might sleep together again, and I don’t want you to feel that I expect it - but there is chemistry between us…”

Ezra grins, nodding in agreement, “I feel it too. Rest assured, I feel this - this spark of chemistry between you and I, baby doll. What about…$500 a date? Nothing extra if we should happen to fall in bed.” He suggests, feeling dirty to take your money but he needs to survive.

You purse your lips and tilt your head towards him. “I was thinking $300 a date and I will pay for any dinners or activities.” You counter with a small smirk on your face.

He raises his eyebrows, cock twitching in his pants at the look in your eyes and he nods slowly. “$300? That’s a deal.” He reaches for your hand once more to shake it and he kisses the back of your hand. “I look forward to many more nights in your company, mon chérie.”

You make a little noise of pleasure, sure that your time together will result in you falling into bed together often. “I must confess something.” You slide your hand out of his delicately and pick up your wine again. “I want for you to come home with me tonight and let me pleasure you the same way you pleasured me last time.”

He can't stop the smirk on his face as you offer to pleasure him. "It is I who should be offering to pleasure you. You were...exquisite. I want to bury my face between your thighs and remain there until my dying day." He confesses, licking his lips as he remembers how you moaned his name.

You try not to take that to heart, knowing he is flattering you. Perhaps not like a paying client, that would be vulgar. More like a new romance. “Then I suggest you finish your dinner.” You tease, taking a sip of your wine and then picking up your fork. “I want to have you for dessert.”

Ezra dramatically picks up his fork, shoveling the food into his mouth and he downs the rest of the wine then he calls the waiter over. "Can you cork the wine and get us the check? My lady wants dessert at home." He winks at you and leans back in his seat.

You giggle quietly at how eager he is, knowing you’ve already soaked your own panties underneath your dress. Finishing your own dinner before you reach for your purse. “No, I will pay for tonight.” Ezra insists, making you pause, but you give in when he shoots you a serious look.

"I want to pay." He tells you, knowing he will feel guilty if you suck his cock tonight and he couldn't pay for dinner. He may be an escort but he's a gentleman first and foremost. He hands the waiter his card and signs the check when the waiter comes back over. "Are you ready to leave, chérie?"

“Absolutely.” You take his proffered arm when the two of you stand. It feels like you are a real couple, walking out after a fantastic meal to go home together. “Did you drive, or…?” You had taken an Uber, wanting to be able to drink if you wanted with no issue.”

"I took an Uber. I can't - I don't have a car." He admits and he bites his lip as he pulls out his phone to summon an Uber to take you both to your apartment. He wraps his arm around your waist while you wait for the car, leaning in to kiss your neck as you stand on the sidewalk.

Closing your eyes, you lean into him. “Ezra…” you murmur, feeling that pool of arousal in your core already. “Do you-“ You break off, hesitant to push but then you decide to ask. “Would you like to stay the night? Rather than going home? Or is that too much?”

Ezra bites his lip and looks at you, “I, um, I would like that. It’s not too much.” He assures you and leans in to kiss your neck, “I would surely be remiss to deny myself an opportunity to remain in your bed after our carnal pursuits.”

The Uber pulls up and you excitedly jump in, eager to get back to your apartment with Ezra. “I- god I wish we were already back there.” You whisper in his ear. “I have been thinking about you all week but my fingers haven’t been enough.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He promises, his hand on your knee sliding a little higher as the Uber drives towards your apartment building. “Been jerking off thinking about that exquisite pussy.” He whispers in your ear before he nips it with his teeth.

Shuddering, you let out a tiny moan, shifting your knees apart so he can move his hand a little higher. “Should have called me.” You pant. “I would have told you to come over. Jerk off on me.”

Ezra smirks, taking the hint, and he slides his hand higher until he is pressing against your clit through your jeans. Your responding whimper has him aching in his pants and he wishes he could finger you in this Uber but he’ll receive a bad rating. “You’re a naughty girl, baby doll. Would you have licked up my seed if I’d asked you?”

Blowing out a harsh breath, all you can do is nod, making a small sound of need. You could imagine it, on your knees in front of him while he is jerking his cock and telling you to open your mouth before covering your skin in his seed.

The Uber driver hears whispers and looks back to see Ezra has his hand between your legs. With a snort, he speeds up a little, certain that you want to be out of his car as much as he wants you out before you start to get frisky. 

Ezra chuckles at your squeak, his fingers rubbing you through the denim until the car pulls up outside of your building. “Thank you kindly.” Ezra says, withdrawing his hand and reaching into his wallet to hand a tip to the driver for your PDA. Once you’re on the sidewalk, Ezra wraps his arm around your waist to guide you towards the entrance, now desperate to feel you naked and beneath him.

This time the elevator ride is more tense, both of you not letting go of one another but there are others in the car. Making you nearly sigh in relief when the doors open to your floor. You smirk when the elevator closes again and rush towards your apartment, eager to have him inside you again.

Ezra reluctantly lets go of you so you can unlock your front door but he grabs your hips, kissing the back of your neck. “Hurry up, chérie. I want you to strip down and wrap those pretty lips around my cock.” His hands slide down to squeeze your ass and your hands shake until you finally get the door open.

Again, you are dumping everything and turning around to reach for him. Desperate to feel him. You feel him unbuttoning your shirt and push back so you can quickly strip down to your bare skin. Eager to get on your knees for him and watch him fall apart right against the door of your apartment.

Ezra groans at the skin you bare and his hands are immediately reaching for your bra. Last time was hesitant and new, now he’s hungry for you. His hands reach for your tits after you let him pull your bra down your arms and he pinches your nipple, wanting to be a little rougher.

“Fuck.” Your head rolls back and your chest pushes itself into his hands, loving how he’s being more aggressive. Still wearing your panties, you start to sink down to your knees but Ezra catches your arm, shaking his head. “No, chérie, I want your pussy to leak onto your floors.” He growls, making your cunt clench and you hastily follow his orders to remove your underwear before you kneel down in front of him,

He watches you as you kneel down and reach for his belt, expertly unbuckling it and he groans when you pull his throbbing cock out of his pants. “Fuck chérie.” He hisses which turns into a low moan when you take him into your mouth. “Shit.” He curses, eyes fluttering but he refuses to close them as he looks down at you.

You can feel him react. His cock throbbing in your mouth and you love it. Taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat. It’s going to be hard to take all of him, so you wrap your fingers around the base to start pumping while you get used to his girth.

“Fuck. Oh Jesus Christ. Chérie, your mouth- it’s heaven on earth.” He compliments breathlessly, trying to keep his hips still so he doesn’t choke you but fuck, it’s hard to not want more. You whimper and he caresses your cheek.

Humming around him, you already have spit sliding down your jaw and your eyes are watering but you don’t care. All you want is to see the wrecked look on his face. You hollow your cheek and press deeper, swallowing when you feel you are going to gag.

“Fuck baby.” He leans over slightly so he can squeeze your tit and he closes his eyes when you take him deeper. “Oh shit. I’m gonna - you’re gonna make me- you want - face? Mouth?” He pants out, not wanting to cum down your throat unless you want it. It’s been too long since someone sucked his cock.

You pull off for him for a split second. “Down my throat.” You gasp, taking him back into your mouth and looking up at him through your watery eyes. Letting go of the base of his cock, you grab his hips and pull him towards you, encouraging him to let go and use you.

Ezra hisses, rocking his hips and he groans when you swallow around him. A few thrusts of his hips, he is cumming down your throat in hot spurts, your name pulled from his lips.

You try to swallow it all, but it’s not something that you can manage. His cum spilling out from the edge of your lips to slide down your jaw while you gulp the rest of it down and let him ride out his pleasure, watching him as your cunt throbs.

Ezra pants, struggling to keep his eyes open as you let him drop from your mouth and he hisses, caresses your cheek before he scoops up his cum from your chin and pushes his fingers into you. “Jesus Christ, chérie. You - you are - fuck. Are you dripping?” He asks, shifting to kneel down and he cups your cunt, wanting to see if you are wet enough.

Whining, you grind against his fingers, wanting to feel him. You are soaked and ready to cum even though you know he is not going to be able to fuck you right now. “Fuck, Ez…” your eyes close and you lean forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

He rubs your clit, wanting you to cum while he recovers. You lean against him and he slides his fingers back to push two inside of you, groaning at how fucking wet you are. He presses his thumb against your clit, “want you to cum for me.”

You don’t care that you are still on the floor, his fingers inside you feel amazing. Thicker than your own and able to curl against that spot that makes your entire body light up in pleasure. “Fuck!” You gasp out, grabbing his arm to steady yours as your hips jerk towards him.

Ezra hisses when your walls flutter around his fingers, showing how close you are to cumming. “Yes baby doll.” He feels you gripping his arm and he tries to not flinch but he leans in to kiss your cheek. “Cum for me?” He asks, not telling you but asking you to cum for him.

His gruff request works, asking you to come apart for him does the trick. The clever fingers curl and press up against your g-spot again and you wail his name. Cunt spasming around his fingers while you soak them, thighs shaking in pleasure.

“Yes. That’s it chérie. Such a good girl for me.” He murmurs, working you through it and he groans when you lean forward to press your lips to his. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” He asks, cock hardening once again.

“Yes.” You whine breathlessly, lashes fluttering and you finally realize that you are holding onto his arm. Letting go without trying to draw attention to the fact that you feel him wince. “Here or in the bed again?”

“Bed.” He rasps, wanting to fuck you from behind. He groans as he helps you stand and he pushes his pants down, pulling off his shirt and he remains in his under shirt. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

You have no problem with that, leading him into your bedroom and you look over your shoulder as you kneel down on the bed. Smirking, you shake your hips at him invitingly. “Come fuck me.”

Ezra can’t help but reach out and smack your ass, loving the way the skin jiggles and he chuckles at the squeal that escapes your lips. “Condom?” He asks, his cock now aching with need and he grips his length, pumping himself a few times.

“Same drawer.” You bite your lip, wanting to ask if he would get screened so he didn’t have to wear a condom, but you don’t want to pressure him into something like that. You watch him open the drawer and pull out another foil packet, cunt clenching when you see his cock bobbing as he moves.

He rips it open and rolls it into his length, groaning as he pumps himself before he kneels behind you, gripping his cock to position himself at your entrance. “Fuckkkk chérie.” He hisses as he pushes into you. He leans over you, kissing along your neck as he pushes deep and gives you a moment to adjust around him.

He feels so deep in this position. Making your head fall to hand down and hips to push back against him as you moan. “Fuck Ezra, you- you’re so deep.” You whimper, walls fluttering around him as you enjoy the way he fills you. “God, I- be rough.” You beg, wanting to feel him for days after this.

Ezra follows your order, grabbing your hips and he sets a harsh pace, pushing into you with soft grunts escaping his lips. He wants to be rough, he wants to push into you hard and make you feel him for days. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.”

Gasps and whines are all you can manage through his harsh pace. Gripping the sheets in your fists while he pulls your hips back as he slams into you. His hips slap your ass and it feels like his cock is spearing up into your throat. You love and show him by clenching down around him every time he hits that perfect spot inside you. “Ez-Ez-Ezraaaaa!” 

Your moans spur him on and he leans over you, cupping your tits and massaging them as he rocks into you. “Fuck baby doll. You feel - you feel like heaven.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck and nipping, careful to not leave a mark.

Every thrust of his hips pushes you closer to cumming. That heat and tension curls in the pit of your stomach and makes you arch your back when he pinches your nipple harshly. Gasping out his name and closing your eyes. “Fuck baby, so close.” You pant, collapsing down to your elbows and laying your cheek against the bed. “Harder.” 

Ezra slides his hand down to rub your clit, wanting you to cum around his cock. He hisses your name, rocking into you. “Cum for me, mon chérie, please.” He begs wanting you to cum for him, to clench around him.

Within another dozen thrusts, you are doing just that. Almost a delayed cry of pleasure as you suck in a breath of air, you squeal out when you exhale. Your entire body responds to the overwhelming punch of his cock against your g-spot and you swear you feel him jerk to a halt, unable to move for a split second while you lock down around him. 

When you cum, he stills, unable to move and he kisses along your spine as you shake beneath him. He withdraws after a moment, shifting to kneel on the floor and he leans forward to lap at your clit, sensitive from your orgasm, and he pushes you into another one, wanting you to cum again. His hand squeezes his condom covered cock while his tongue pushes into you.

“Fuck, fuck!” You moan, unable to believe that he hadn’t just continued to fuck you. Making you pant and squirm under the broad strokes of his tongue. He’s relentless, not allowing you to settle down before he’s demanding your body give him more. Your stomach clenches and heaves when he curls his tongue deep and that sharp nose presses against your other hole and nearly breeches it, making you cry out again as another orgasm rushes over you. 

He works you through another orgasm, loving how responsive you are. He hisses your name and shifts to kneel behind you, pushing back into your fluttering cunt. “Oh Jesus Christ.” He groans and starts to fuck you, hard and fast as he seeks his own pleasure. “Fuck chérie, You are heaven sent.” He is close but he wants you to cum one more time so he starts to rub your clit, his cock pushing deep.

“Ezraaaaaa.” You whine shifting forward to lay down on the bed, Ezra following you where you are flat on your stomach. Turning your head, you watch him out of the corner over your eye. His fingers are trapped under you, rubbing your clit and you moan again.

He straddles your thighs, one hand grabbing your ass while the other continues rubbing your clit. He desperately needs you to cum, his cock aching as he pushes deeper than before, punching into your guts as he pants your name. “Cum, one last time. Cum for me baby doll.” He pleads, so close to his own orgasm and he needs you to cum one last time.

You scream his name, clenching down around his cock and soaking him in your juices. Panting out while he furiously rocks into you and seeks his own high. “Pl-please c-cum!” You beg, desperate to feel him cum, even if he’s wearing a condom.

He can’t hold back even if he tries, he pushes into you, gritting his teeth, and he thrusts a dozen more times before he’s burying his cock deep. Spilling into the condom, he groans, unable to say your name as lights flash behind his eyes, the pleasure consumes him and he slumps on top of you without pressing his weight into you. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pants, kissing your neck.

“Godddddddd.” You groan, laughing quietly as you pant. “That was so, so good.” You murmur, wishing you can kiss him. It’s strange to feel his shirt on your sweaty skin, but you understand that he has some kind of hang up about being shirtless. “Wish you had filled me up.” You slur, almost unaware that you had said it.

His cock twitches inside of you and he swallows harshly, “yeah? You want that? I’m clean. Always - always get tested monthly just in case. Shit, baby girl. You want me to fill you full of my cum next time? Make you drip?” He rasps, biting down on your shoulder.

Whining softly, you nod against the sheets. “Fuck, please Ezra.” You try not to think about why he gets tested monthly. It’s not your business and it’s not your place to feel possessive of him. Your cunt clenches around his softening cock and he hisses against your skin. “I want that.”

“Me too.” He murmurs, kissing your neck again and he grips the base of the condom before he pulls out of you. He sighs and shuffles off of the bed, tying off the condom and disposing of it before he lays down on the bed next to you again. “So good.” He murmurs, turning onto his side and cupping your cheek, leaning in to kiss you softly.

Turning, you lean into the kiss and enjoy it. Your eyes closing and humming against his lips until he pulls away. “Let me go get us some water.” You murmur, moving to shift off the bed. “Worked up a thirst and I know you must have too.” You want him to be comfortable. Especially since he’s staying.

Ezra watches you go with a soft smile on his face. You’re an incredible woman and he’s lucky to be in your company. He feels dirty for having you pay him but he has to pay his bills. When you come back into the room, he has his underwear on and he is sitting on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, chérie.” He says before he gulps down half the bottle. “I, um, I need - I want to show you…all of me.” He says, gesturing to his shirt.

You can feel the anxiety rolling off of him in thick waves, making him seem a little green around the gills. You set your own bottle of water down and move over to where he is sitting. “Only if you want to.” You promise, touching the back of his hand that’s resting on his thigh. “Just because we are spending time together and in bed together doesn’t mean you have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I want to. I- it’s just - you might be disgusted by my monstrous appearance. I- I was injured, as you know, and upon my return from war, I had surgeries and therapy and - I - my ex hated how I looked. Said I repulsed her and if you should happen to feel that way, I understand. I just - I feel like I want to show you all of me.” He swallows harshly and reaches for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head while his heart pounds in his chest.

You don’t say a word. Your eyes map the scars that crisscross over his torso and shoulders. He apparently almost lost his right arm, the deep scar tissue around it nearly cutting the meat of it in two. “Ezra…” standing, you slowly move towards him. You want to reach out and you do so ever so gently, not wanting him to flinch away. “I see a man who survived horrors and I’m glad you did.” You promise, touching his bare skin and caressing one of the marks on his body.

“You- chérie - You’re not repulsed? You - you don’t think I’m a monster?” He asks softly, his entire body sparking as you caress skin that hasn’t been touched in years. “You didn’t pay for a monster. You deserve more.”

“You are not a monster.” You want to scream at the bitch who planted that idea in his head. “You are a man who has seen war, and been marked by it. But that does not change who you are here.” Your hand drifts up to his heart and you press your palm there to feel his heart pounding. “I want what I see right now.” You promise him, leaning down and kissing his shoulder, one of the scars on his skin and look up at him. “You deserve more than to believe you are a monster.”

Ezra sighs, cupping your cheeks and he leans forward to press a kiss to your lips, unable to believe how fortunate he is to have you in his arms, with him. “Chérie…you are magnificent.” He murmurs against your lips and his heart pounds in his chest. He knows the lines are blurring for him between client and lover but he can’t seem to stop himself.

You sigh into the kiss, closing your eyes and you let your hands slowly caress his skin. Tracing the scars gently and reverently, wanting him to feel appreciated. When the kiss ends, you smile at him. “You can leave your shirt off around me. I don’t mind.”

Ezra swears he nearly cries when you kiss his shoulder and he knows in that moment, he falls for you. He swallows harshly and caresses your waist, “thank you chérie. Are you- are you thirsty? Let me get you some water.” He wants to look after you, he wants to care for you.

You smile at him, wondering if he has forgotten that you brought him water. “I’m good.” You promise. “If you need to do anything, the bathroom is through the door right there.” You offer.

Ezra was so caught up in his emotions, he forgot you brought in water and he nods, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You wanna watch a movie? It’s still kind of early.” He caresses your spine, just breathing you in.

There’s something incredibly domestic in the idea of watching a movie with him. Nodding, you smirk and send him a small wink. “As long as we don’t wear clothes.” You compromise teasingly, knowing that if he wants to get dressed, you won’t stop him. You don’t want him to be uncomfortable. “Here or in the living room?”

“Here. I want to keep you in my arms.” Now that Ezra has had skin to skin, he wants as much as possible. He was terrified you’d reject him, think of him as a monster but you haven’t rejected him so he wants to spend as much time as possible with you. He wants to feel you pressed against him.

“Perfect.” You kiss him again and stand up so you can pull the covers back and pile the pillows in the middle so you can cuddle together. You slide into bed and pat the spot next to you. “We can turn on something and just relax.”

He lays down, pulling you against him after you grab the remote. You’re both naked but he’s never been more comfortable. He kisses your neck while you scroll through Netflix. “What do you want to watch?” You ask and his hand caresses your waist before his fingers slide lower until he’s cupping your cunt. 

“Whatever you want to watch.” He murmurs, sliding his finger between your folds to slowly rub your clit.

“Ha.” You pant, the slow press of his finger against your bundle of nerves is incredibly distracting and you can already tell that neither one of you is going to pay attention to the TV. You quickly select a movie, not even aware of what it is and throw the remote down so you can give him the same amount of attention, your hands caressing his chest gently and your lips pressing against every scar you can reach.

His heart pounds in his chest as you caress skin he’s kept hidden since he left Louisiana and he adds a second finger, rubbing your clit with soft movements, in no rush to make you cum. He wants you to savor this, just enjoy the pleasure without any urgency. “Good movie choice.” He jokes, voice raspy as his cock starts to harden as the little whimpers and moans that escape your lips.

You moan, lips against his skin and your eyes flicker up to meet his. He’s someone you are paying for his time, but this feels like more. It feels real and for the first time in forever, you wish you were in a relationship. You wish you were with Ezra, that this was just a normal night. Continuing to kiss every mar and imperfection on his body, your other hand slips beneath the sheets and wraps around his half hard cock, holding him firmly.

Ezra hisses when you grip him, his fingers rubbing your clit a little harder and he shifts his hand, pushing two fingers into you, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You are perfection, mon chérie.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck before he presses his lips to yours, loving how breathless you are as you slowly work his cock.

It is the height of decadence. Lazily stroking a gorgeous man’s cock while his fingers pump into you just as slowly. Giving and taking pleasure as the movie plays and neither of you pay attention to it. “It is so easy with you.” You admit, almost afraid that you might say something stupid and break the spell over this moment.

Humming in agreement, Ezra works his fingers deeper into you, pressing his thumb against your clit a little harder as he wants you to cum again for him. “It’s because you’re so - so fucking perfect.” Ezra admits with a groan when you twist your wrist just right to make him moan your name.

You aren’t perfect. You know you aren’t. It’s not like every man you’ve tried to have a relationship with hasn’t pointed that out. You work too much, you don’t have time for them, you don’t mother them. Instead of focusing on that, you twist your wrist again when he curls his fingers deep. “Always easy with you.” You moan.

He loves hearing you say it even though you both know you’re paying for him to be here. He hisses your name and thrusts into your hand, pumping his fingers a little faster while the movie continues to play. “Are you going to cum for me, chérie?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your neck, biting down gently on your earlobe.

You groan out his name and your eyes flutter shut. “Eventually.” You tease, a small smirk on your lips. Squeezing his cock, you’re rewarded with him twitching in your hand and you pump him a little faster. “Only when you cum with me.”

He groans, loving the way your fingers feel wrapped around his cock and he hisses when you swipe your thumb over the edge. “Shit. You’re gonna - I need you to cum with me.” He pleads, continuing to pump his fingers despite his balls pulling tight to his body, warning him of his incoming orgasm.

“I’m going to, baby.” You pant, feeling your cunt start to flutter around his fingers deep inside you. “I’m gonna cum for you. Gonna cum all over your fingers.” You whine, turning your head and pressing your lips to his. Your moan pouring into his mouth while stars bust behind your eyes.

He groans when you clamp down on his fingers and you grip his cock just right in your hand, squeezing him so that he grunts into your mouth. His tongue slides against yours while his cock pulses in your hand, spurting his cum onto his stomach and chest, dripping onto your hand.

It’s beautiful, both of you coming apart together. Groaning into each other and riding out your pleasure panted out with every breath. “Ezra.” You whimper, kissing his lips again and again until his cock softens.

He withdraws his fingers, pushing them into his mouth with a groan to taste you and he cups your cheek with his wet hand, sliding his tongue back into your mouth. He has never felt this sexually charged. He’s almost ready to go again, certain that he would be if he was younger. “Fuck, my baby doll, you’re - you intoxicate me.”

You chuckle breathlessly, knowing that you feel the same but it has to be usual for him. Maybe he’s a little vulnerable because he’s exposed himself, but any number of women would give anything to have his attention and his touch. “Hopefully that doesn’t change anytime soon.” You murmur, shooting him a grin before you duck your head down and lick up some of the cum splattered on his skin.

“Jesus Christ.” Ezra hisses, caressing your cheek, and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, tasting his own cum on your lips and he smiles against your lips when you pull back. “Shall we restart that movie?” He jokes and you giggle, nodding as you snuggle into his side. 

****

The next morning, Ezra watches you get ready for work with a grin on his lips, loving this routine you go through. It’s unbelievably sexy to watch you get ready and he sits there in his pants, watching you as you put on your underwear. He knows he could easily watch you do this every morning and that scares him a little, how easy it is.

It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten dressed in front of anyone, but you don’t mind Ezra watching you. There’s something in his gaze that makes you feel warm and you like it. Humming to yourself as you rub lotion into your skin, you think about the outfits you haven’t worn in awhile and walk into your closet to pull out the business attire.

When you come out of your closet, Ezra groans at how beautiful you look in the blazer and skirt. He shifts, standing up and he walks over to you, kneeling down on the floor. His hands run along your legs and he pushes your skirt up. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, looking up at you and he hooks his fingers in the panties he watched you put on, pulling them down. “I want breakfast.” He teases, lifting your leg onto his shoulder before he slides his tongue through your folds.

“Ezraaaa.” You whine, thankful you don’t have your shoes on as your fingers tangle into his hair. You had expected him to leave first thing, or to not be interested in anything intimate, but his tongue proves you wrong. “Fuck- I- I’m going to be late.”

“Be late. For once in your fucking life.” He winks and dives back in, flicking his tongue against your clit until he sucks it into your mouth, groaning when you buck against his mouth. He grabs your ass, encouraging you to rock against his face. Once he’s made you cum, he will leave even though he’s going to hate it.”

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, his tongue flicking over your clit with expert precision. You vaguely think about calling in sick and staying like this with Ezra all day but he has places to be as well. “Fuck, fuck, you’re going to fuck me, right?” You gasp out. “Oh fuck, fill me up and let me ruin my panties all day?”

He groans into your pussy, wishing he could spend all day buried in your cunt but you have to work and he needs to spend time away from you before he gets even deeper. He slides his tongue into your cunt, his nose pressed against your clit and he fucking loves the way you rock against his face.

Your body loves the attention, primed for another orgasm by his skilled tongue or cock through most of the night. You hadn’t slept much but you feel invigorated. “Fuck Ez,” you whine, tugging on his hair until he groans into your cunt again and it sends you over the edge. Crying out wordlessly, you flood his tongue with your juices.

He laps it up, working you through it with his tongue while he savors everything you give him, his cock now aching and he caresses your legs as he pulls back to look up at you. “Chérie, you want - you want me to fuck you?” He rasps, chin glistening with your cum.

Despite the fact that you need to leave for work, you are nodding. Turning around and pulling your skirt up more as you bend over the bed. “Fuck me. God, I want to feel you all day, baby.” You beg, closing your eyes so you don’t ask him to be here when you get home.

Ezra doesn’t think about the condom, too focused on pulling his trousers down to pull his hard cock out, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing inside of you with a deep groan. His hands grip your hips and he doesn’t allow you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck you hard and fast.

Rocking up into the balls of your toes, you cry out when he punches deep. Loving how it feels like his cock is kissing your womb and hitting perfectly inside you. Mewling every time his hips slap against your ass, all you can do is take it and you Fucking love it. “Ez- oh-oh fuck!” You squeal when he pushes deep and hits your g-spot.

To feel you without protection has Ezra thinking he’s been allowed into heaven. He hisses and continues his hard pace, eyes fluttering closed with how wet and tight you are around him, so fucking hot. “Oh shit, baby doll, you feel - it’s so good. So goddamn fucking good.” He smacks your ass, loving the squeal that echoes in your bedroom.

Every thrust of his cock pushes you closer, legs starting to shake and you feel like you are about to combust. Pushing your hips back and where he roughly drills into you again, you shatter. Toes curling and back arching, you practically scream his name. Creaming all over his cock and you realize he’s not wearing a condom and it makes it even sweeter.

“Can I - fuck. Can I cum inside of you, chérie?” He asks, panting as he leans over you. His eyes fluttering closed as he bites down on your neck, trying to control himself as you squeeze his cock, soaking him and his entire body shakes as he tries to control himself and not cum inside of you without you saying yes.

“Yes! Fuck yes, Ezra cum inside me. Please cum inside me.” It’s borderline pathetic how desperate you sound but you reach back to grab his hip. “Fuck baby, fill me up.”

He can’t deny you anything, thrusting deep as he cums, painting your walls as the deep groan of your name bounces off of your bedroom walls. “Oh my fuck-” He chokes, cock pulsing as he slumps over you, filling you up with his hot seed.

The whine you let out is low, pleased, as he fills you up. Loving the slow rolls of his hips while he pumps every last drop into your cunt. Knowing you will be leaking him for hours while at work. “Fuck-I, no more condoms.” You pant. “Just like this, every time.”

Ezra kisses along your neck, unable to believe you trust him enough to cum inside of you. He’s never had that with a client but the line is blurring. You are no longer a client, you’re more than that and it terrified him. “Fuck yes. So good.” He murmurs and pulls out of you with a hiss. He grabs your panties, helping you step into them and pulls them up to keep his cum inside of you, stopping it from dripping on the floor. “You need to get to work, baby doll.” He smacks your ass before he pulls your skirt down.

Turning around, you press your lips to his again. It’s crazy how deeply you feel for him but you know that his time is money. As it is, you feel like you’ve taken advantage. “Let me know when you’re free again.” You murmur, straightening up so you can fix your appearance for work. “I would like to see you again soon.” Like tonight, but you don’t say that. You don’t want to be clingy.

“Me too.” Ezra murmurs, knowing he needs the $300 rate you agreed but he wants to say fuck the money and continue kissing you. However, he has obligations and when you step back to grab your purse, he feels dirty, he feels like he’s taking advantage of you. “Maybe tomorrow night. I have…I have an appointment tonight.” An older lady, a widow, who wants him to attend a function with him. He knows he will just be there to impress her friends but the money is too much to pass up. Maybe he can work on his writing this afternoon.

Taking out the bills, you fold them over and for a moment - fear that he is fucking you to make sure you come back floods your system. Making you falter for a moment before you press the bills into his hand and kiss his cheek. “I- I should leave.” You murmur, not sure of how to ask him to get dressed and leave with you. You aren’t together and you shouldn’t leave him in your apartment by himself.

Ezra nods, pulling up his trousers and tucking his shirt in before he shoves the money in his pant pocket. “I’ll see you soon, mon chérie.” He murmurs, kissing your cheek and he grabs his jacket while you lead him to the door. He knows you need to leave and he follows you out of your door. The elevator ride is silent and he watches you as you stare at the numbers on the screen. He wants to say something but what can he say? You want him for company and sex, he needs to push his silly feelings aside.

The doors open and you look up from your phone, stepping out into the lobby. “Thank you for last night.” You offer, wanting to kiss him but you aren’t sure about what you can do now that you’ve paid him for his time. Your phone beeps and you sigh, looking down at it. “I’m sorry, I am so late. Ask the doorman to get you a car if you need one.” You flash him a smile and turn around to hurry toward the doors that lead to where your car is waiting. 

Ezra watches you go with a sigh, knowing you just want him when you aren’t working. He needs to control his emotions and be professional. That’s what you are doing and he must follow suit. 

**** 

You snuggle into his chest, the morning light shining through the window and Ezra caresses your spine as you sleep against him. He didn’t get a lot of sleep, too busy thinking about work. Too busy thinking about you. You’ve been paying him to stay at your place for the past month, going out for dinners, you even took him to a work event. Three hundred dollars for every night he spends with you and you’ve spent a lot of money. He hates it and today, he’s going to end it. He can’t keep taking your money. You stir against him and he kisses your hair, “morning, chérie.”

A soft, sleepy smile starts on your face as you turn your head. Mornings with Ezra are amazing and you have slept better and been more relaxed than you ever remember being. It’s sad that you have to pay for a man that you’ve fallen in love with, but you understand it. Time is money and you knew that the first time you slept with him. “Morning.” You hum, scooting up to press your lips to his. “Hmmm, what time is it?” 

“It’s ten. You slept in. Someone must’ve kept you up all night long.” Ezra teases, pressing his lips to yours once more until he remembers that he has to end this. He sighs, shifting off of the bed. “My damn arm has gone dead. Let me - I need to piss.” He says, pulling away from you as he shuffles into the bathroom. He doesn’t know how he’s going to end this, it’s going to destroy him but it’s for the best. When he comes out, you are sitting up in bed, still sleepy and yet so gorgeous. “I’ll make you some coffee.” He says as he grabs his pants, pulling them on so he can have this conversation with you.

You rub your eyes, a little confused at why Ezra is rushing out of the bed. Although it’s late, you have been spending hours in bed on the weekends before you finally get up and venture out to get brunch. There’s something odd about it and it makes your stomach flutter nervously as you slide out of bed and grab your robe to tie around you before you make your way to the kitchen. “Do you want to go out and get coffee? Some breakfast?” You ask, coming over to kiss his bare back as he stands in front of your coffee maker. His back tenses and you slowly pull away, thinking he is having some pain this morning. Sometimes his scars ache. 

Ezra doesn’t respond as he works on fixing you a cup of coffee. “No. I, uh, I can’t go out for brunch today. I have…other obligations.” He lies and you frown, stepping back from him. 

“Oh. I, uh, okay.” You swallow harshly and he bites his lip as he watches you walk over to your purse on the counter. “I can pay you now. Let you leave and we can - we can see each other tomorrow.” You aren’t happy but what can you do? You can’t force him to stay. 

“No.” Ezra says, his voice almost wavering but he manages to remain strong. “I don’t - I don’t want your money and I can’t - I can’t see you again.”

“Oh.” Your heart breaks with his words and immediately you are trying to fight back tears. It’s stupid that you had gotten in so deep with this man when it was only supposed to be one evening, one stupid New Year’s party. “I see.” You manage to keep your voice steady and you turn to pull out the crisp, three one hundred dollar bills and you lay them on the counter for him. “Take the money, you spent last night with me.” You insist before you set the bag down. “I- I need to - excuse me.” You rush back towards your bedroom, needing to lock yourself in the bathroom for a moment so you don’t do something stupid like begging him to stay.

Frowning as you rush off, Ezra looks back towards the door you just slammed. He shakes his head, suddenly pissed that you are just dismissing him without even talking about it. He knows he’s the one ending this arrangement but that’s because of his feelings for you. You just seem to not give a fuck. That makes him furious. He stomps over to your door, banging on it. “You can’t just lock yourself away. I- is that it? We’re done?” He asks you through the door, leaning against it as he sighs, his heart breaking.

Inside the bathroom, you cover your mouth with your hand, tears pouring down your face. “What do you want, Ezra?” You sob. “Is this- I don’t understand.” Your heart feels like it’s about to explode and all you want is to be left alone so you can wallow in your misery. “Is it a shakedown for more money?” You didn’t think it was all fake, but maybe he had just been using you. Maybe this was to try to get you to offer him more.

He hates hearing you cry and he’s so mad that you think this is because he wants more money. “More money? Are you fucking joking with me, baby doll? I don’t give a shit about the money. I- I can’t keep taking your money when I- it’s not just work anymore. It never was. Not since the moment I met you. It’s never been an arrangement for me. Chérie, it’s always been for pleasure, because you’re incredible. I - I can’t keep taking your money when I’m in love with you. It’s not right and it’s best that I walk away now. I know you just wanted company and I’m the moron who caught feelings and it’s not fair to push that onto you.”

His confession just makes you sob harder, confused and hurt by all of this. Especially the suddenness of him not wanting to be with you anymore. “Don’t lie, Ezra!” You shout, curling your arms around yourself to try to provide some small comfort. “I know- I know that you were just doing your job. I know that the only way I would get to be with you was if I paid you. Why-” You voice breaks and you gasp out a sob of heart wrenching pain. “Why do you think I kept paying you? It’s the only way I could spend time with you! Stop making fun of me.”

Ezra frowns, “what - what the fuck are you talking about? Please. Please can you come out of there so I can talk to you properly? I’m not making fun of you, my love. I - I want to be with you. I just - you kept paying me and I - I’m a scoundrel and shouldn’t have taken your money. I’ll give every cent back to you. Just - just please, let me see you one last time before I go. I can’t - I know you don’t love me. I’ll go.”

You don’t want to, you don’t want to confront him. You’ve never been good in relationships, never wanted to fight or deal with the heartbreak associated with it. You would rather just leave, let him go but he’s in your house right now. Stumbling to the door, you know you look horrible with tears running down your cheeks and your nose running but you can’t care right now. You open the door and you can’t even look at him, staring down at your feet. “Please stop.” You beg him softly. “I know- I know I’m stupid but stop pretending.” You hiccup and try to wipe away your tears. “You don’t want to be with me, I know that. So just- go if you want.” 

Ezra’s heart breaks at your confession and he can’t stop himself from reaching out to cup your cheeks. “My love, oh mon chérie. You are - please - seeing you cry has me damn near ready to beat myself up.” He tenderly wipes your tears with his thumbs, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want your money. I want you. I love you. I’m - I’m a fool to let this arrangement have carried on for this long but I need you to know that I am madly in love with you and if you don’t feel the same, I will walk out that door. I will return your money. I cannot take it. I did not need to be paid for a single moment of this time together.”

Your chin trembles and wobbles while new tears spill over your lashes. Wanting so badly to believe him but why would he say he couldn’t see you anymore? “I- then why can’t you see me?” You ask. “I- I always want you here. I love you, Ezra. It’s why I’ve wanted you here. Everyday, I - I’ve wanted you. I paid you because I- I thought it was the only way I could have you.” 

He’s dumbstruck when you tell him you love him, taking a few moments to respond to you. “Why would you love me? I- I’m a monster. I- I don’t have a proper career. I spend my nights as a date for elderly women and I am not good enough for you.” He admits with a whisper, wiping away the new tears. “You deserve better than me.”

“I hate whoever told you that you’re a monster.” You hiss, shaking your head still cupped in his hands. Your own hands find his sides and you pull him closer. “You're not. You are a man who gives older ladies companionship and friendly banter, letting them feel young and wanted again.” You know he’s not sleeping with anyone else, you’ve actually met a few of his clients when you’ve been out to dinners. They are all sweet, lonely women who can pay for his company. “You are a writer, and a good one. Your book will be a bestseller, I know it.” The conversation has shifted focus and you find yourself defending him to him. “Why do I deserve better than the man I love?” 

Ezra swallows harshly, tears stinging in his eyes, and he leans in to press his forehead against yours. “Can you forgive me, mon chérie? For talking about leaving? I didn’t want to leave. I- I love you. I love you and I don’t want to go. I want you. If you can accept me as I am, I want you.” He murmurs, kissing your nose.

“There is nothing to accept, Ezra.” You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. “I love you, just as you are. I- you are perfect to me.” He never got upset at you when you worked at home, always let you finish up while he lounged beside you on his own computer or watched TV. Never tried to get you to change. Why would you want to change him?

He smiles, exhaling shakily then he presses his lips to yours, sweet but passionate as he breathes you in. He pulls back after a moment, “I love you, chérie. I love you more than life itself. I thank whatever deity is above that you called me for that New Year party. You’ve - you make me feel whole and accepted and loved. I could spend a lifetime repaying you for that.”

“I love you.” Now that you’ve said it, it’s almost second nature to repeat it. Addicted to the way it sounds when you tell him. “I- God, you don’t know how much you mean to me.” You promise, hugging him close and hiccuping again.

****

Ezra keeps his arm wrapped around your waist, smiling as you enter the ballroom for your company’s annual New Year party. Last year, you hired Ezra to come with you and now, he stands proud beside you. His book is now published and on the bestseller list like you predicted and he’s given up his escorting, now deciding to spend his nights with you and only you. “Have I told you you look gorgeous tonight, chérie?” He asks when you are standing at the bar, waiting on your champagne.

“Only when you tried to convince me to stay home and allow you to peel off my dress early.” You tease, leaning in and stealing a kiss. He’s officially moved in and every morning you wake up in his arms feels like a miracle. The second bedroom has been turned into his office, allowing him space to write and create. Often when you come home from work, you will sit on the sofa there and go through your emails while he finishes his self imposed writing limit. “But it pales in comparison to how handsome you are.”

Ezra bites his lip, staring at you and unable to believe how lucky he is to have you. You accept all of him, scars and blemishes, all of him. "Marry me." He blurts out, his dark eyes fixed on yours while you lean against the bar.

Rocking back, your eyes widen in surprise. “Ezra- what?” You forget how to breathe for a second and all you can hear is a slight buzzing in your ears. “I- you’re joking, right?” Ezra shakes his head, knowing it wasn’t the most articulate proposal in history, but he’s not joking. “You-you want me to marry you?” You whisper, unable to believe that this is actually happening. 

He clears his throat, reaching for your hands, and he turns you towards him. “Mon chérie, I- I adore you. I wake up and am beyond grateful that you are in my arms. I never thought I’d find someone like you. I never imagined being with a woman like you after coming back from the war. I love you, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my wife. Marry me.” He requests and lets go of your hands to reach into his pocket. “I planned to do this later but I- I can’t wait.” He opens the small velvet box, displaying the simple yet impressive diamond he had purchased for you.

Gasping softly, your hand covers your mouth as you stare at the perfection that Ezra has picked out for you. Making tears spring to your eyes as you imagine marrying this man. Something that you never thought was in the cards for you. “Yes!” You cry after a moment, laughing and flustered. “Yes, I will marry you.” Lunging forward, you throw your arms around him and kiss him fervently. “I love you.”

He wraps his arms around you, the ring box in his hand and he grins against your lips until he is pecking them over and over. “I love you.” He murmurs your name and takes the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger. Others have noticed the scene and are applauding, including your bosses who orders a bottle of champagne for you and Ezra. 

“Congratulations. Who would’ve thought you’d be getting engaged tonight?” Your boss winks at Ezra who chuckles, having emailed your boss to ask for the band to play your favorite song - the song that was playing during your first dance a year ago. 

The song begins to play and Ezra takes your hand, guiding you to the dance floor. “I want to show off my beautiful fiancée.” He smiles, pulling you into his arms and he begins to sway with you to the music while your entire company watches, the ring on your finger glistening. You have tears in your eyes when you rest your head on Ezra and he kisses your hair. You had hired him a year ago to pretend to be your boyfriend and tonight, you’ll be leaving with him as your fiancé.

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[frannyzooey]

In The Dark: 11

Ezra x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Series Masterlist

A/N: Thank you endlessly to both @mourningbirds1​ and @the-ginger-hedge-witch​ for helping me with this one - they both gave me endless reassurance and great advice, and I couldn’t have done it without them. ❤️

—

“This?”

You look up from the stack of used notebooks in your hands, glancing at the cover of the book Ezra’s holding. 

“No.”

He nods, placing it next to him before reaching for his beer, taking a long pull. He sets the bottle back down next to his thigh, reaching for the next book in the stack in front of him. 

“This one?”

You look up again, nodding. Watching him set that one into a box on his right, you make an internal face at how full it is already. 

“This?” 

You shake your head, and he places it just so in the discard pile. He picks up the next book, thumbing through the worn pages scribbled with ink in the margins and he flips it over, reading the back. 

Sitting on your floor, he’s bathed in a warm glow, a line of light from your lamp highlighting the curve of his nose and bringing to surface the rich brown blended into the darker strands of his hair. The light fades in its reach around his face, the whiskered cheek facing you darkened with shadow and when he absentmindedly reaches for his beer again, you watch the movement of his mouth, and the swallow of his throat.  Rain patters against the glass of the window in your living room, and the contrast between the bleak weather and the warmth of the room is cozy and comforting. 

“You can put that one in the donate pile,” you say, grabbing your phone from the floor. Ignoring the late hour listed on the screen, you swipe it open and switch the music in the room from Cat Power to “Modern Romance” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. 

He looks up at you with a grin, and you match it when you see his dimple, deep in his cheek. 

“Nice.”

The domesticity of the scene is littered all over the room: his shoes by the door, his jacket on the couch, takeout boxes on your coffee table. The book he’s reading (one he swiped from your stack the last time he was here) is on your kitchen table, one of your bookmarks keeping his spot. Street sounds waft through the glass underneath the thrum of the bass, the floors creaking above you as your neighbors shuffle around, and the two of you sit together on the floor, sorting.

He sets the book on top of the stack next to him, reaching for the next one and you go back to the notebooks in your hands, organizing them the same way. These are much harder to get rid of than books - the curled, filled pages holding thousands of words of your scrawled handwriting, and anything that holds a semblance of a story idea goes into one stack, while anything that has to do strictly with school goes into another. You open one, the aesthetics of the flowing black ink with the neat, blunt lines of bullet point highlighted text speaking directly to your soul and you admire the page for a moment before closing it, placing it in the keep pile.

“This one?”

He holds a romance book in his hand, and you laugh at the way he’s wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I mean, I should donate it……unless you wanna take it home?” you tease. 

“Oh, I’m taking all of these home, Birdie.” He turns the book to look at the summary on the back, reading it. “This one sounds filthy,” he murmurs. “I’m definitely gonna keep it.”

“You don’t have to bring them home,” you say, frowning. “I’ll find a place to drop them off. You don’t need to do that.”

“I don’t wanna give these away,” he answers, placing the book he’s holding down next to the rest of them. He picks up another one and flips through it, a look of affection stealing across his face at the sight of your haphazard lines, scrawled notes and highlights. He pauses for a moment, his voice quieting. “They have your writing in them.”

“My Birdie’s thoughts?” he continues, raising his eyebrows in question before closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Those belong only to me.”

You let your head tilt to the side, your face melting into a shy smile. Leaving your notebooks on the floor, you start to crawl towards him and he watches with amusement, his eyes darkening at the movement. 

“You’re insanely sweet, you know that?” you whisper when you get close, your mouth inches from his own and when he leans in for a kiss, you can taste the delicious, yeasty flavor of his beer on his tongue when you slip your own into his mouth. 

You deepen the kiss, your hand coming up to wrap around the nape of his neck and your fingers push through his cropped locks, silky under your touch. He hums, the deep sound shifting into a chuckle when you knock the stack of books over in your haste to climb into his lap and when you’re settled there, he pulls back, taking you in. 

“Does this mean we’re done for the night?” His hands find your waist, his eyes dragging up your torso to find your face. “Have we done enough work?”

Karen O’s voice filters through the boxes surrounding you, some already addressed with their international shipping address in his neat, all caps handwriting. Your thighs spread on his lap, you stretch in his hold and feel his hands glide down to your hips, the light scratch of his whiskered cheeks along the crevice of your breasts as he leans in to kiss you right over the neckline of your tank top. He places another on your collarbone, another along the slope of your neck when you lean into him and you nod, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Yea, we can be done. Lemme shower?” 

“Want some company?” His mouth molds around the hinge of your jaw, his tongue tasting the sweet flavor there and you melt, closing your eyes. His fingers inch up the hem of your shirt, his knuckles dragging slowly along the bare skin of your stomach. 

“No,” you sigh, nearly saying yes, but deciding you have something else in mind. “Go wait for me in bed.”

He pulls back, his eyebrows raising and you smile, cupping his face in your hands. 

“I’ll be right back,” you promise, brushing your mouth against his before standing and he watches you walk away from him, keeping his eyes on your ass until you turn out of his sight. 

–

You cherish it, while you can. 

The city slowly emerging from the bleak, gray winter, the sidewalks clear one day to stay clear, the buds on the trees bursting with delicate, new color. Your favorite place is the line of cherry blossoms along the Hudson; the worn benches underneath the reaching arch of branches the perfect place to read. The river seemed to glitter with newfound sun, the gentle waves sparkling in their ripple and it must be the relief of spring itself that made you see any sort of beauty in the murky brown waters of the Hudson River bay.

The sound of people had been muted all winter - their footsteps softened by the snow, or hid under the sound of slush splashing around tires - and the first time you’d heard a basketball pounding rhythmically on the concrete made you smile, as had the first early morning chirp of birds outside your window. 

Not that you had a ton of time to enjoy these things. The sounds of spring only reaching your ears between trips to the library, or around campus, or back and forth from school to home, you’ve been buried deep in your laptop and your books, only coming up for air when Ezra pulls you from the depths. 

Cee still hasn’t come around. Slow to trust, slow to forgive — you know she needs space, and so you let her have it. Head down as you walk to class, holing up in a different tucked away corner of the library, sticking to a coffee shop closer to your house. You imagine her spending her days the same — and sometimes you still have a fleeting urge to text her to commiserate, or bring her her favorite tea as a pick me up. The disappointment when you’re reminded of her absence weighs you down, but you understand it. And so you let it be. 

Ezra takes her place — not that he can take her place, but he takes up his own place. You’ve become something domesticated, something comfortable and you look forward to every single time he comes over. The secret thrill never wears off, and given the finite amount of time you have left in the city, he makes it his mission to show you all his favorite things. 

Revision until 9pm, then sushi across town. Researching all day Saturday, then a concert at a venue buried in the Bronx. That night you felt lighter than air: packed in a crowd of bodies, your sweat damp limbs winding around each other, just like you longed to do the night at The Library. His mouth dragged over your pulse point in front of everyone, pressed against the hinge of your jaw at the bar without a care in the world, and tasted the salt on your skin later that night when you brought him home. 

Spending the night when he can, you relish Sunday morning fucks —  the slow, syrupy kind that only intensify in sensation given the way you are each half asleep; your room cast in a blue wash as he drapes an arm over you, tucks you into the curl of his body and holds you in place as he slides into you from behind. Building and building, limbs tangling together in a humid embrace underneath your blanket, the solid weight of him presses you deep into the mattress with each stroke forward until the room is fully light and your expressions are slack and relaxed with release. 

Then coffee, while reading the paper in bed. 

Then breakfast, before venturing outside. 

Everything, while you’re here.

You both know what this is — a silent understanding of something momentary, something now, something you have to enjoy while you can. No rush to put words on it, because what would you say? This isn’t the thing where you get married, have kids. This isn’t the thing where you officially commit, right before you move halfway across the world for a year. 

This is the thing where it burns bright and intense for this moment in time — and then, when it runs out of oxygen, it gutters before going out. 

Sometimes you think these things, logic forcing its way through the rose colored haze that surrounds you in his presence — but then he looks at you and treats you the way he does, and you aren’t so sure. His fingers lacing with yours in public, his hand stroking the dip of your spine at the record store, his inability to go a day without talking to you on the phone. You want it to be more, you know that — but how? How could it be, when you’re leaving and you’re the age you are and he’s the age he is? 

The thought of asking the question makes apprehension settle in your gut, your body restless with nerves as you rinse the soap from your body, preparing to get out of the shower. In truth, you’ve thought about asking him for weeks now, but you don’t even know what you would say. You don’t know how to bring up the topic without sounding insecure and childish. 

Wait for me. Please. Even though I know you have a whole life without me and before me and you’re a grown man and that’s not a fair thing to ask. Wait for me. 

Or rather, tell me you’ll wait for me, without me having to ask. 

These things seem so unrealistic even through your yearning, that you press them down deep every time you see him, forcing yourself to be content with what you have. You want more, a solid answer defining what this is – but maybe you can’t do that right now. 

So right now, you’ll just cherish what you can, while you can. 

You step out of the shower, grabbing your towel and wiping the water from your limbs, you think about him in the other room. Him, waiting in there for you. Him, in your bed, staying the night. Him, choosing you — and the internal clock on your time left here ticks louder; your hand reaching for the tray of lipstick next to the mirror. 

Being with him has made you bolder, basking in the glow of his affection, love and guidance. Like he’s taken a piece of the confidence he holds within his being and gifted you with some of it, making you braver, more sure of yourself. 

Wiping the fog from the surface, you lean forward and start to line your fresh mouth with the dark shade; the color bold against your bare skin. You remember his face the first time you did this while he watched - the blatant want etched into his features, his eyes almost black with the truth. 

You finish up, capping the tube and when you’re done, you slip your robe on and open the door. Steam escaping into the hallway, you pad down to your bedroom and when you get there, you stop in the doorway, admiring the view.

He’s sitting with his back against your headboard, reading. One foot propped on the mattress, the other leg relaxed and extended, he’s wearing nothing but his black briefs and you soak in the image in front of you. An image that you only get for the next couple of weeks, but you push that from your mind as soon as it pops in, making your way over to him. Your hand curves over his shin, gliding up over his knee and the sparse hair on his thigh slips under your palm as you make your way up the lean muscle. 

He keeps his eyes on his book, though you can tell from the slight jump in his belly that he feels your touch. When you start to gingerly straddle his lap, he lets his foot slip down on the mattress to let his leg drop and give you space. 

Resting your plush seat on his thighs, you wait a beat and when he doesn’t look up at you, you tuck your fingertips underneath the waistband of his briefs, flicking your eyes back up to his face. The warmth of his skin presses against the back of your fingers, the trail of coarse hair from his navel leading down underneath the fabric brushing against them and you toy with the elastic band, waiting.

“What are you doing there, Birdie?” he murmurs, slowly turning the page.

You say nothing, pushing your fingers a little lower. You feel the base of his cock, stroking  featherlight against the thickness of it, just enough to see him twitch under the black cotton. He still doesn’t move.

“Excuse me, I’m re –” he starts in a stern tease, beginning to scold you when you reach up and pull the book from his hands, tossing it onto your floor. As soon as his hands are free, you lean into him, bracing yourself on his broad chest as you lean in and his hooded eyes immediately find the pout of your mouth, a small smile forming at the sight of your lips. His hands settle on your hips, tugging you closer. 

“It’s like you only want me for one thing,” he hums against your mouth right before you kiss him, and when you nod into the kiss, he smiles.

“Thank god.”

His hands sliding up your back to hold you in place, his kisses are immediately consuming. It’s like he gives them with his whole being, like he can’t get enough of your flavor, of the slide of your tongue, of the taste of your mouth on his and this one is no different, the heat between you rising as he sits up to meet you. When he tilts his head to deepen it, you have to hang onto his shoulders for purchase against his hunger. 

He tugs at the sash of your robe and you help him pull the knot open, his hands slipping under the thick fabric to push it off your shoulders and down and he groans softly into your mouth when he feels how soft your skin is from the shower. His tongue sliding deeper against yours, you open up for him, pressing your bare chest tight to his own and your fingers weave into his hair at the nape of his neck.

You’re so soft and pliant, your skin flush with warmth and he can’t stop mapping it with his hands; testing the weight of your breasts, thumbs stroking along the buttery soft sides. His hands splay broadly across your back, a weighted drag down your sides as you shuffle your knees closer and when you’re sitting directly on top of his cock, you can feel the heft of it slotted perfectly against where you need him. It makes you ache, knowing what it feels like he slides inside you and your hips grind down in a gentle circle; again, again. 

His hands drag down to cup your ass, his fingers spreading wide and the tips of them dig into you, guiding your movements on top of him. Pulling back from the kiss, you look down at his face as you cradle it in your hands and his lips are parted and kiss swollen, wet from your mouth. Your thumb presses into the divot of his bottom lip, and he kisses it. 

Looking at him for a moment, you take in the depth of his eyes - nearly black, in the dim light beside your bed. His dark brows, the lines surrounding his eyes, his mustache, his sparsely covered cheeks. Lower still, the pebbled line of his throat, the bob of it when he swallows as he sits under your gaze and you lean in for another kiss, pushing against his shoulders to force him back. 

Shifting your seat down his legs, you make sure he stays in place and when you start to tug his briefs down, he lets himself slip down low, taking you in with an amused look on his face. It’s not there for long though — not when you lean forward and give his hip an open mouthed kiss. And then another one, pressing against the soft slope of his belly. Another, your bottom lip pushing underneath the elastic. 

He lets a heavy breath out, letting his head tip back into your pillow, a low hum of want coming from his throat and though his pose is relaxed, you can feel the tension thrumming under his skin where your hand curves over the top of his thigh. 

He watches as you give him this. Not only this reward, but also this memory, and you hope he’ll hold it as tight as you will, because the way he’s looking at you right now will be burned into your mind forever. 

You shift lower still, working his briefs down around his thighs and then off, tossing them on the floor to join your robe and then continuing your kisses, you start at the inside of his knee. At the skim of your warm breath, he shifts his leg to the side, opening wider for you and your mouth travels up, your hand resting on the inside of his opposite thigh to hold him open. 

He is so warm, so fragrant, so soft when you rub your cheek along the buttery skin right before you kiss it, and you slide your hand up, circling his cock with your fingers. 

He lets out a low, pleased groan, his hips shifting on the bed as he bucks into your touch and it only takes a couple firm strokes to get him fully hard, waiting for your mouth. It’s close, your tongue laving at a patch of skin high on his thigh and when the heat of your breath gets to the base of his cock, he lets out a beautifully broken moan when you rest it there, pushing your lips against it in reverent kisses. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

The statement should sound more commanding, but it’s gentler than that, more like a murmured plea. Instead of doing what he asks though, your mouth molds around the delicate skin of his balls; your hand beginning to lazily stroke while you place another lingering kiss. He draws tight under your exploration, his fingers digging into the sheet by his hip and you lift the weight of them with your thumb, your tongue sliding along the seam on the underside. He hisses in pleasure, letting out a low curse. 

You come back up, letting your breasts drag along the inside of his thighs as you shift to place the rounded tip of his cock on your tongue and you stroke him more firmly, jerking him into the wet cavern of your mouth while he watches. 

There is always an arrogance to his expression that you love; to the way he holds himself. It’s something that radiates from his being for everyone to see, his confidence on unashamed display and even though you have him literally by the cock with his jaw slack as he takes in the lipstick smeared at the base of it, you can still feel him radiating control of the situation. Like you’re serving him right now, and he knows it. 

And fuck, it makes you wet. 

You wrap your lips around him, your tongue finding the dip just below the head and as you work it with your tongue, he bites his lip, arching his back. He groans again, deeper when you open up to slide your mouth halfway down his length and when you do it twice more, taking him deeper each time, his hand finds the back of your head, resting there. 

You’ve had other guys guide you like this before, and you hated it. Impatiently pushing you down further, making you gag because you weren’t ready when they forced themselves deeper, but there is something about the way that he does it that makes you burn bright with arousal, makes you moan around the weight of his cock. Maybe it’s the desperation in which he’s doing it, the inability to wait any longer until he feels the slick press of your throat. Or maybe it’s the way he’s starting to use you for his own pleasure, the knowledge of your reward coming as soon as he does. Like you feel so good he can’t stop himself. Like he needs you, just like you’ve always needed him. 

Whatever it is, your thighs press together as he thickens in your mouth, his hand cradling the base of your skull to push himself as deep as you’ll let him go and when you gag warm and wet, saliva flooding your mouth while a whine escapes with a heavy exhale out of your nose, he groans again, bucking into your mouth. 

“You always —,” he looks down at you, then lets his head tip back into the pillow as if you’re too much to look at. “The way you choke on it, I – fuck. Fuck.”

You pull back, wetness pooling around the corners of your mouth before you slide down to take him again and your hand pumps what you can’t fit in a slick, firm slide; your nails digging in the meat of his thigh before your hand slips down to cradle his balls, letting them press lightly against your palm. 

“I don’t wanna come in your mouth, Birdie. I —“ a hiss, when you mold your lips over the tip of his cock and suck. “I wanna fill that pussy up. I wanna see it soaked with me. I wanna make a mess.”

He is messy. He loves it — loves spitting on your soaked cunt before lapping it up, loves coming on your ass or your back or your stomach before rubbing it into your skin, loves to scoop it up with his fingers and push them into your mouth, or his own. Lube, saliva, sweat, come — your sheets are smeared with the evidence of his love when he leaves, and the only thing you don’t wash is the pillow. The one that smells like him. 

“Get up here. Please.”

You pull off and his hands are already greedily reaching for you, tugging you back up onto his lap. When he pulls you down to meet your mouth with his, you both can feel the wetness in your kiss, slick from sucking on him. It drives him wild, his kiss forcing your mouth open wider and your movements getting frantic, you reach down to guide him inside of you. 

He pushes home immediately, filling you with a smooth stroke forward and he swallows the puff of air you let out in surprise; his arm across your back to force you to stay in place. One hand across your lower back, the other wrapped under your arm to curl around the top of your shoulder and he starts to fuck you, your body bouncing lightly over him as you meet his every push. 

“No,” you moan, and his hold tightens, the hand on your lower back slipping down until his fingers push into the crevice of your ass to hold you there.

“Yes.” His hand moves lower, and you stiffen on top of him before melting into his touch when the pad of his finger brushes against the tight ring of muscle he finds. He fucks you harder, groaning as he feels it under his touch and your forearms brace on the pillow around his head as you clench down around him. God you want it, but you want something else. 

“No,” you repeat again, trying not to succumb to the way he overpowers you and you pull free from his hold, sitting up to take him deeper. This. This is what you wanted. This is what you want him to see, and miss.

Your back curves as you put yourself on display for him, and he automatically reaches for your breasts, the weight of them filling his hands. Your head tipped back, you can feel him knead and caress, map the smooth rounds with his calloused touch and his thumbs stroke your nipples, making them peak. 

“You look so fucking beautiful, Birdie.” His words bring your eyes back to his, and when you sit up straighter, he gets harder at the fleeting pinch of a frown over your features. He’s so deep like this, forced into you. You rock your hips again, adjusting until he slides smoothly and fills you just so. 

“You’re always so beautiful, but especially when you take my cock like this. When you ride it.” He watches you for a moment, the languid movement of your body on top of his lap. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how you like to fuck yourself on it.”

“Oh god, I do. I –” you bite your lip, your tongue running along the plush skin and when he arches his hips underneath you, you moan. “I wanted it so bad today. Just like this.”

“Yea? Just like this?” He sits up with a cinch, his hand wrapping around the nape of your neck to hold you in place and you squirm, biting back a whine. 

“Did you think about how I would barely be able to fit it into this tight pussy?” he whispers into your ear. “About how even when you’re so wet - and fuck, you are, Birdie, you always are, just for me – about how even when you’re so wet, we have to work it in?”

“It’s in – oh my god, it’s in. It’s in and I’m – it’s gonna make me come. Ezra, you’re gonna make me come.”

Your hips roll faster against his, your body unconsciously chasing the high of what’s building inside you, and the low, strong pull of arousal intensifies into something firmer, something stronger, something you can taste with every downward stroke onto his lap. 

“Say it again. I want to hear it again, okay?”

“Oh God, Ezra – oh, I –,” words leave you, your mind unable to focus on anything but the soothing, intoxicating fill of his cock and he delivers a swat to your ass, bringing you back to him and pushing you closer to the edge. “Fuck.”

Your tits bounce in front of his face, his mouth watering as your hips work as hard as they can and your fingers dig painfully into the meat of his shoulders, holding on tight. 

“Ezra. Ezra,” his name a chant, your words punctuated with every push forward. “You’re gonna make me come. You Ezra. Only you. Only –”

You keen, his hold keeping you steady as you lean back and let your release wash through you and the tight fist of your cunt keeps squeezing him, locking up around him in a pulse. He wonders briefly if your heart would match the same rhythm if he were to place his palm against your chest right now. 

“Come here,” he groans, pulling you tight against his body and he wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you backwards into the bed. He settles on top of you, hooking your knees up over the crook of his elbows one at a time before he gives you the first, full push inside and using the weight of his body behind it, he fucks in deeper, groaning loud over your breathless moans. 

Your bed is a nest of blankets, the pillows pushed onto the floor, the two of you locked in a rhythmic embrace and the sound of his flesh meeting yours is just as filthy as the grunts he’s letting out as he pounds into you. 

“Fuck me,” you whine, clenching your teeth and he grins breathlessly for a moment, before picking up the pace. 

“Like this, Birdie? You want it like this?” He quickly sits back on his heels, his hands wrapping around the back of your knees to force them into your chest and when he starts fucking down into you, black creeps around the edges of your vision. 

He feels so strong, so big, so solid above you right now as he manhandles you into position to make you take his cock and when he tips his head back and groans something filthy, the last thing you see is the ripple of his muscles along his sides before you close your eyes, tipping over the edge again with a cry, just as he does.

“Shit. Shit.” 

His voice thick with awe, a guttural groan pours from his throat; rain sliding down the window pane by your bed. 

–

Fitting the key in the lock, Ezra lets himself in the front door of the house. He had spent the night, and left you this morning to your writing after leaving a plate of food and a glass of water on the table in front of the couch. Slipping on his shoes, he ran his hand over his mouth as he stepped outside onto the street and he could smell you in his mustache; the scent of you pressed into his skin after he woke you up this morning with his head under the covers. 

The memory of your moans and your sleepy smile still lingering in his mind, his movements are light and carefree, loose in a way only a sated man can be when he swipes up the pile of mail after dropping his keys onto the table by the door, and walking towards the kitchen, he thumbs through the mixture of envelopes, distracted. 

“Oh, hey.”

The sound of Cee’s voice makes him look up, stopping. “Hey.” The greeting is tentative, his face matching the tone.

“Where ya been?”

The way she phrases it comes out like she’s trying to be casual, but the words are too tight and he shifts his jaw, dropping the mail on the table before shrugging out of his jacket. He gives her a meaningful look, tilting his head to the side. 

She nods, turning to finish making her coffee. The silence in the room is heavy for a moment and without saying anything more, she grabs the cup and leaves the room. 

Ezra sighs, scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck before rolling his head on his shoulders, as if he’s trying to relieve a tension that only just entered his body. He fights against it, his body instantly restless. 

There has been this weight to the house, weeks of it, and he’s tried everything he can to broach the subject with her. Eventually resigning to an awkward, stilted arrangement where they both know where he’s spending his time, but neither one acknowledges it, he hates it. A very direct person by nature, especially when it comes to the things he wants, the avoidance pulls at his skin, especially in contrast from how it feels to be with you. 

His natural instinct would be to always talk it out, but it’s hard when the other person is the opposite. Attempting to be careful and considerate about her feelings, he hasn’t pushed too far but there is something about the peace he felt in your bed earlier this morning in comparison with how uncomfortable he feels in his own that pushes him to end this stand-off. 

Fuck it.

Steeling himself, he walks down the hallway and raps on her door with his knuckles.

“Hey,” he takes a step in, “can I talk to you?”

She slips her headphones off, leaving them around her neck. She looks so small sitting there on her bed, her hands wrapped around her mug and he waits until she pauses the music on her phone. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he shifts a book to the side, making sure to keep her place. 

He takes a breath, then begins. 

“You know where I was, right?”

Her face betrays nothing, and she nods.

“I don’t –,” he starts, looking away from her. “I’m tired, Cee,” he sighs. His eyes close, his tense shoulders dropping before he leans forward, rubbing at the frown between his brows. 

“I’m tired of this.” He looks up at her, earnestly honest. “Aren’t you?”

She looks away from him, chastened.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it. I know.” He shifts on his seat, facing her. “But I – I gotta just say what I’m going to say and you can sit there and listen to it, or you can ignore it, or you can talk to me.” He bends his head, his eyes catching hers. 

“I’m sorry. I’m…..sorry for a lot of things. For going behind your back, for hiding something from you, for saying – saying some of the things I said when you found out.”

Having set her mug down, she picks at the comforter underneath her crossed legs and he resists the urge to stop because she looks so much like a child right now. She isn’t, he reminds himself. The two of them should be on equal ground rather than the tilted scales of parent and child, and he pushes forward, wanting to be honest with her. Wanting to confess, to relieve the weight in these walls. 

“But I am not sorry that I did it.” To say he is would be a lie, and thinking of you, he can’t even bring himself to say the words. He wouldn’t mean them. He shakes his head slowly. “I’m not sorry about that part.”

“I'm sorry that you felt you needed to see her behind my back,” she says quietly, anger held in the words. Not looking at him, she continues. “That you feel you can’t see anyone because of me.”

His words come back to him, guilt flooding his chest as he remembers the way he shouted them at her and he looks down for a moment, ashamed. 

“I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean – I was upset, and I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not true, that I don’t see anyone because of you.”

They sit in silence together, Ezra choosing his words carefully.

“I just —” he sighs, looking down at his hands, one rubbing the other in thought. “When you came to me, I tried so hard to put you first.”

Her head snaps up, eager to reassure him. “You did. I always felt like you did.“

He nods, agreeing. “I did. It’s been me and you for so long, you know? And I didn’t want you to feel like….left behind. Or forgotten, or neglected. I wanted you to know you had me.” 

He looks at her. “You come first. You’ve always come first. But I want this.” 

She continues looking at him, her face sliding from reluctant listening to sympathy and for a moment, she looks ashamed. 

“I don’t know why you didn’t just tell me? You’ve never lied to me. Ever.” 

He looks pained, his hand rubbing at the tattooed mark between his thumb and finger. 

“I think because I knew it was wrong? Because she’s so much younger, and —” he rubs his neck with his hand, “I don’t know. I think I knew you would be upset, but I didn’t want to stop. Selfish, I know.”

She thinks about how he cares for her — how he’s always cared for her, and how selfish would actually be the last word she’d describe him as. Maybe selfish with other people, definitely self interested at times, absolutely knows how to get what he wants when he wants it — but selfish, with her? Never. 

“I don’t — I don’t know. I get it, but it’s so uncomfortable now, knowing you’re…..sleeping together.”

He frowns, but nods. “Have you talked to her?”

She shakes her head. “No. I mean, she’s tried, but….”

He gives her a disappointed look, one heavily reminiscent of the ones he gave her when she was young. “You’re just gonna ice her out? Just gonna forget about her?”

“She’s leaving, so I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end.” She’s still angry, her jaw set as she bites out the words and he knows her well enough to see the mask over her vulnerability. He doesn’t say anything, letting her sit with what she just said and when she glances up at him, he sees a flash of shame before her face softens. 

“What are you gonna do? When she leaves?”

He lets out a heavy sigh, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Let her go, right?” He shrugs in resignation, sitting up straight. “Help her pack, drive her to the airport, and let her go. Same thing I would do with you.”

Cee frowns, looking away from him. 

“I’m sorry too,” she says eventually, pulling him from his thoughts. “I could have handled it all better, and……I didn’t.”

Avoiding his eyes, she continues. “I guess I was just — well, you know. I told you when we fought. Jealous. Hurt.” A pained expression passes over her features, and she shakes her head at herself. “I could have —“ she starts, abruptly stopping, letting out a deep exhale.

“Anyway,” she looks up, “I’m sorry.”

She does look sorry - genuinely sorry, even as she wrestles with the rest of her feelings and Ezra feels sympathy for her, for how she’s always been. Always a thinker, existing in her head as she navigates her feelings on her own time, feeling the need to push her insecurities deep down in order to keep a brave, uncaring face. Other people would be fooled, but not him. He’s seen her face enough to read it as clear as day; the apology she truly means for him, and the complex feelings she still has towards you. 

He’s lifted his mask, and even though she’s still partially wearing hers, at least it’s a start. 

“You’re fine.” His hand settles on her knee, squeezing it for a moment. “It’s fine.”

Knowing when to push and when to let her nurse her thoughts alone, he gives her one last look and stands from her bed. It’s then that she sees the small stack of books that were resting next to him. 

“What are those?” She bends forward, reaching to slide them closer and he turns, pausing on his way out. 

“Just something I grabbed for you. They were gonna be tossed, but I know how I can’t throw any possible treasures away.” He grins, and the corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile. “And I also know how you could never turn down a free book.”

She looks at the cover, a flicker of recognition on her face and she opens it, confirming when she sees your handwriting. She settles slowly back against her pillow, turning the pages, reading.

“I’m gonna shower,” Ezra says, watching her, “and then I’ll be in my work room, okay?” 

“Yea,” she responds, distracted. When he doesn’t say anything but continues to stand there, she looks up. 

“Yea, sounds good,” she replies with a short smile. 

He nods back at her, walking out into the hallway and as he takes the first deep breath he’s taken in weeks in his own home, she scoots down deeper into her bed; one hand reaching for her mug, the other holding the book open in her lap as she begins the first page.

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500 Followers Reading Recommendation List

Hi there! Happy Saturday!

I just wanted to say thank you to the 500 people that are following me. I started this account back in March/April to have fun, start writing again (I was in the thick of it with One Direction fanfiction from 2012-2017 and took a massive break from that... Iykyk) and to make friends. I’ve connected with so many of you, and I love seeing us all thirsting on the feed, and just being a community? Idk if that’s cheesy, but there are plenty of things that could be improved with how this fanbase operates but this is my favorite part.

I felt like the best way to celebrate and to have fun is to bring attention to other people’s writing that I enjoy. Frothing at the mouth, or maybe just kicking my feet, whatever. I’ve been stockpiling these since the beginning (mainly so I can keep track because I will forget what I’m reading through and I don’t want to miss anything) and want to just highlight as many people as I can. 

I hope you all can give these guys some love too. If any of these are not your cup of tea and you want to make comments or say something to one of these authors I highly encourage you to read this announcement I made a while ago. I stand by this and encourage others to do the same.

I tried to not repeat an author with a character, but I will say that each of these lovely people writes for multiple characters (not always in the Pedro character universe either) and I have and continue to read from their whole masterlist. 

This is in no way the whole ongoing list that I keep for myself to find something that I enjoy, and I am positive I have missed some amazing people. I encourage everyone to reblog and interact with authors as you find things you like, “popular” or not, so as to keep us all as what I described above-a community.

Most of these recommendations are smut, which is indicated with *. If there is no *, it either has none or it does not at the time of posting this. Proceed with caution. 🙂

(If I get anyone’s name or pronouns wrong, please let me know so I can fix it. I tried to do my due diligence, however, I am prone to mistype so a quick message will get it changed!)

Joel Miller

@softlyspector-Honeyed

Becca’s story Honeyed is everything my fluffy heart desires. It is so soft, and I can feel my heart ache when I read it (I mean this in a good way and idk how else to describe it.) Ellie and Sarah’s dynamic is also so interesting, and I love how she writes the different connections between them all. Becca’s descriptions and ability to immerse you into the story is top notch. 

@jrrmint- Dad’s Best Friend (Series)*

JJ’s series absolutely destroyed me, in the best way possible. The way he expresses his feelings is so very Joel, but also so very “every man I’ve ever interacted with”, and the way he is so protective of reader…oh my lord. Just brilliant. JJ is here to kill it, every fucking time. 

@darkroastjoel- A Safe Haven (series)*

Vee is extremely talented, even when she thinks otherwise. (Vee I love you so much omg). So much effort and care is put into what she writes, and I am always sitting at the edge of my seat. A Safe Haven is angsty, makes my heart flutter, and Joel is portrayed so well. Hiding a relationship while having issues in Peach’s home to help the community? Real-life anxiety. Vee’s Ellie is also one of my favorites and gives comedic relief when necessary (but also a wakeup call to Peach a lot of the time). Love love love.

@hier--soir-Back to Texas

Jessie you probably thought I was going to put your professor joel series here, and while that is so fucking good (screeching into a pillow so my husband doesn’t hear, good), this specific piece you wrote? Emotional damage. Tears, in my eyes, sniffling and trying to keep it together. It really just calls upon my daddy issues to read Joel so distraught and loving and anxious about visiting his home where he last saw Sarah. Ugh. Love you. 

@joelscruff- One Thing I’m Missing (series)*

Cat’s ability to suck you into the world she has created is insane. I highly recommend all of the things she writes, but some sweetness mixed with horniness always makes me want to just pass away. Accidentally falling asleep together? And now you BOTH can’t stop? Bye. So deliciously heart-wrenching. 

@atinylittlepain-Hungry Hearts (Series) *

Dear god this series has me crying, covering my face in embarrassment, drooling, and so much more. Summer love wrapped up with childhood crushes and bouncing back and forth between past and present? Thinking you know what’s best for the person you love and hurting them in the process? The flow of how Ginny writes keeps me on the hook no matter what she’s writing, and this is no different. I am absolutely able to lose myself in her writing and just be fully immersed, and I so so SO appreciate it.

@dev1lm4n-Porn Star Joel (series)*

Ann I swear to you, you’re the reason I am now obsessed with this “porn star” trope, specifically for Joel Miller. Joel having a secretive side job to make sure he keeps his family above water, but suddenly not able to think about anything other than reader, an exchange student living in his house? So fucking good. Sink your teeth in and just indulge. 

Frankie Morales

@pedropascalsx- Relief*

This had my gut in knots reading it. I have such a soft spot for Frankie as a character, and I remember the first time I read through this one-shot I gasped out loud at how mean you had written him. (This is a good thing, trust me). The smut is top shelf, mesmerizing.  Cristina has some of the best writing around with detail that is chef’s kiss. 

@peterhollandkait-Everthing I Know Leads Me Back to You

This is another series that I had first read when I was thinking about restarting my page, and Kait does not disappoint. The angst and heartbreak for sweet baby Frankie who is having issues is out of this world.

@javiscigarette-Just Focus on My Love*

Cami has this way about how she writes that I just consume so quickly and I don’t think I can ever stop. This one-shot called to me and calls me out at the same time for how often I will just play video games for hours. And the idea of Frankie? Coming to try and distract me? Yes please.

Javier Peña

@pascalsbby-Little Bunny*

Man, I just love Javier Peña. Whether he’s snarky and is a slut or is secretly really sweet. This one doesn’t disappoint either, with Kat having the ability to just get Javier to bring you home and on your knees…

@lokischocolatefountain -Salvation*

Married Javi and his struggles is the most insane way to get me hooked on him, but lokischocolatefountain did that. They have a whole “married javi” section of their masterlist that I find myself coming back to often!

@devilmademewriteit-Salvatore (series)*

When I was first reapproaching tumblr as a platform to write on, I came across Em’s writing. I was in the middle of watching Narcos, and it called out to me like a siren song, and I wasn’t able to stop reading it. I love a sassy Javi who is really just basically in love with you and trying to hide it, mixed in with some amazing smut. Absolutely brilliant Em!

@swiftispunk- Let Me and Use Me*

Hannah’s ability to call upon my niche needs at the moment freaks me out sometimes, because giiiirrrlllll. When I first read Let Me and the follow up Use Me, I melted into a puddle and had to be mopped up like snow being kicked off boots next to a wood stove. I will never ever EVER be over Javi P, and this two parter is reread OF-TEN. The idea that a man can read me so well, and just knows what I need? Yes please. 

Din Dijarin

@frannyzooey-Take Me To Church (Series) *

Kelli has an extensive masterlist that I have gone through a couple times (or more, ahem). Her Take Me to Church series is what made me interested in Din as a character, since I had never really watched the Star Wars saga. I have a soft spot for western AU’s that can’t be helped, so that just pushed me along as well. Kelli’s writing is always so fucking satisfying-good soup.  

@whatsnewalycat- Passenger (series) 

Aly has quite a few series that I am reading constantly. Again, never really had been interested in the Star Wars series (sue me, people) but her portrayal of Din as a truck driver and bounty hunter is so heavenly. I am typically under the covers with all the lights off reading her stuff because I get so excited and so honed in that I haven’t realized I’ve basically burrowed into my bed. 

@no-droids- Rough Day (series) *

Originally found on AO3, and I sure do loveeeeeeeee it. The wait is worth it, and the smut is spot on. I love the character growth that is shown in this series, and while I haven’t ever spoken with no-droids, I know they are insanely talented. An amazing read. 

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels

@fuckyeahdindjarin-Palomino (series) *

Cee doesn’t need a whole introduction but IMMA GIVE HER ONE. The amount of effort, and time and love she puts into her writing is shown when you’re reading on your phone, eyes barely open at 3 in the morning, telling yourself you’ll go to sleep after this next paragraph. And then of course, you don’t because something juicy is happening or you want to see how Jack is going to look lovingly at Darlin’ and you just stay up until you complete the chapter. Cee has some amazing amazing AMAZING series, and this is just one of them! 

@psychedelic-ink-Move Me, Baby *

Sil, if you don’t already know what you do to me, then here it is. You literally destroy me. This three-part series is as delectable as they come, being angsty and fluffy but also smut city babyyyyy. Sil is extremely talented and often has me questioning if I have a new kink or what exactly my deal is. 

Ezra (Prospect)

@the-ginger-hedge-witch- Adversity Western AU (Series)*

Ren. I stg. The ideas that you have send me into orbit. This is both Frankie and Ezra, but I am putting it under Ezra because the relationship between reader and Ezra is what I tend to focus on when I am reading this. Frankie’s relationship is also fascinating (and Ezra and Frankie together is extremely hot) but Ezra is written in this way that I just know is him exactly. She completely captured what Ezra’s cadence was (in my head at least) and I am infatuated with it.  

@ezrasversion-Heat*

Rue…my dear god. “Don’t stop on my account… unless of course you’d be more acquiescent to the idea of my assistance.” Like really?! I read this after I watched prospect for the first time and just about keeled over. How you captured how Ezra speaks was so spot on with the movie. So so good!

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[toxicanonymity]

Hiii how’s Ezra and his menace of a reader?? I hope he’s still fraught with guilt bc damn that’s hot

No pressure to write or whatever I just think about them half the day (the other half is for nw)

Ezra drabble 3

700, Ezra x f!reader

Last one: Ezra pt. 2, you baited/tricked him into somnophiling you

WARNINGS: I8+ AU where you can be briefly exposed outside. Degradation. Manhandling. Outdoors. Dubcon P in V. References to somnophilia. I feel like you or an anon asked what would happen if he found out but I can't find the msg sry. Unedited!

Ezra’s quiet the next day. You let him sweat it out for hours, making comments about how you’re tired, sore, asking him if anything happened. The tortured look on his face makes you tingle. He wants to confess. You can’t believe he fell for it, after all your involvement and encouragement during . . .the act. He really thinks you were talking in your sleep.

Finally, you put him out of his misery and degrade him about it. You're standing in the shade of a mossy tree when you chide, “So, Ez. . ." You lower your brow and cock your head at him. He swallows and looks at you with big eyes, and you ask, "Are you man enough to give it to me when I'm awake?"

His face changes as he grabs the fabric of your jumpsuit by the chest and shoves you up against the tree. You add, “or is the sleep what gets you off—ohhh shit, ohhhh”

He tightens his grip on your jumpsuit and slams you back against the tree. “I fear I thought too much of you, little bird. You're nothing but a common pigeon.” His nostrils flare. “And all your cooing is growing tiresome.” His eyes darken with the intent to intimidate, but you see his animal lust through the gaping black holes of his pupils. He’s right up against you. You reach down to grab his crotch. His cock is warm and semi-hard. You tingle and your panties moisten, already wet from torturing him.

You press your palm into his arousal between each word: "you. . .absolute. . .creep." He glares at you as he swells harder against your palm and you cradle your fingers around the growing bulge.

His jaw clenches, he snarls, and he shakes his head in anger. He releases the front of your jumpsuit only to forcibly remove your helmet, then unzip your suit and feverishly tears it down along with your underwear as you smirk in satisfaction. He takes off his helmet, too. He leaves it all at your feet then turns you around and shoves you chest first against the tree, the moss cushioning the harsh bark on only one side of your body. He’s pinning you there with an elbow as he unzips himself.

He presses his exposed mouth up against the nape of your neck and his breath is humid in your hair. “How sad to beg me like the filthiest fowl for a scrap of cock,” he bites as he frees his stiff manhood from his underwear. He presses his body all the way up against yours. He knees your legs apart, his jumpsuit still on, just unzipped, in contrast to yours pooled fully at your feet. Without his helmet on, you can hear every little sound he makes. He grunts as he lines himself up and as soon as he’s notched at your entrance he stuffs himself inside you with a weak groan. As your body adjusts, he pulls back his cock and says “Take your scrap, little bird.” Then he shoves the whole length into you and says, “No, take it all,” then bottoms out with a grunt. He rails you mercilessly against the tree, breathing heavily, moaning like it pains him every time he buries his stiff cock in your tight little hole.

"I suspect you would take anything," he pants. "Anywhere." He thrusts into you harder. Every word, Every moan, brings you closer until you're whimpering. "Oh Lord," Ezra breathes. "Look at you," he exhales an ill humored laugh. "Already fallin' apart between me and this bark." He braces his hand on the tree as he fucks you harder, sweating, stinking up the air.

He brings his mouth to your ear and shudders with a deep thrust. His next breath sends you over the edge. You whine as you cum on his cock. "Ezra," you moan, "god," you pant, "what the hell." You flutter around him, getting exactly what you wanted.

He slams his cock into you harder than ever and rasps, "now you'll take this seed, pigeon," plunges to the hilt again and erupts with a groan. He moans and whimpers and slowly thrusts as he empties his load into you.

As you catch your breath, you say, "you fucking creep."

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thank you for reading 🙏

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[pedroshotwifey]

Prompt #36 with Dieter or Ezra? 👀

Hi, my friend! I'm sorry this took a hot minute, but I hope you'll be happy with the result!

Better

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Tags/warnings: extreme overstimulation, sub reader, use of toys, orgasm control, light bdsm, restraints, tears, piv sex, subspace/disorientation, Ezra being Ezra and saying Ezra things

Summary: You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime

*****

“Ez?” 

You walk into your shared tent, confused as to why he’d suddenly abandoned you in the middle of your excursion. The two of you were almost ready to pack up anyway, but you thought the plan was to wait it out until the day was up. 

You come in to find him lounging on the bunk, spread out on his back with exhaustion. He’s breathing unnecessarily heavily, so much so that you would probably be worried if it was anyone other than Ezra. Sure, it’s hot outside, but not enough to entail that. So dramatic. 

“Ez, what the fuck are you doing?” 

His head snaps up this time, like he’s surprised to see you there. That’s when you notice that he has one hand down his pants. 

“Ez!” you gape. “Serously, what the fuck?”

“Sorry, little dove,” he pants, not caring to stop the jerking motions. “I thought I was strong enough to resist the temptation, but alas…” 

“Dude, we had like an hour left, you couldn’t have waited?” 

He just licks his lips in answer. “Well, now that you’re in here, you may as well strip and join me.” 

You sigh and plant your hands on your hips. He can be so damn unserious sometimes. He’s lucky he’s hot as hell despite everything else. 

“Fine,” you grumble and reach to unbutton your pants. You can’t really deny the way your panties started to grow wet the second you realized what he was up to. 

He watches you with a heavy gaze as you discard your clothes to the floor and walk toward him. He’s done the same, pulled all of his clothes off so that you’re both naked as he grabs you to lay you on the cot. You catch a peek of his stiff cock, already leaking and flushed from his playing. 

He immediately settles over you and flashes you a smirk as his hand trails down to cup your mound. You moan when he collects some of your slick and then starts to circle your clit, your arms coming up to wrap around him. 

“I know, flower. Feels good, doesn’t it?” 

You nod at him, burrowing your head in his chest as he works your clit. Your body begins to tremble and tense in anticipation, toes curling into the sheets below you. 

You claw at his back as you come, moaning as he works you through it. He doesn’t let up when you’re done though, instead inserting two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasp at the feeling and clench around him.

He starts to pump, watching your face as it contorts with pleasure every time he hooks his fingers to find the spot that makes you crazy. 

“Does that feel good, sweet thing?” 

“Mhm,” you whine, trying your best to focus on the glide of his thick fingers and the way his thumb comes up to flick your swollen clit. You know it’s not going to be long before your second orgasm takes over. 

He suddenly starts to go faster, using his whole arm to finger you at a furious pace, his hand turning so that his palm slaps your clit with each bruising thrust. You gasp and clutch onto him, moans spilling freely from your lips. He starts to mix another movement in, too, shoving his hand up and down and side to side in addition to deep and fucking deeper.

His name is on your lips as you come, an explosion going through your body and making you go weak. Your thighs shake and your ears ring with the force of it all. He doesn’t even slow as you go through it, just whispers filthy praise into your ear as he pulls more and more until there’s a third orgasm meshing with the other two. He slips another finger in and uses his other hand to press on your abdomen. 

You’re practically screaming at this point, your body writing beneath him as it tries to escape the constant pressure he keeps on your cunt. It’s so overwhelming and you’re already so overstimulated. Your body is covered in sweat, as is his from his rough movement. 

“Take my fingers so good, little bird. Almost as good as you take my cock” 

You keen up to him, your back arching as you look into his eyes and plead for him to stop that way since your words aren’t going to work any time soon. He smiles faintly and takes pity on you, slowly retracting his fingers. A squelching sound comes from where he disconnects, an obscene amount of wetness seeping out of your cunt. 

“Look at her, she’s so hungry for it,” Ezra observes as he watches your hole clench. 

You just pant, feeling thoroughly exhausted already. But you know you’re not done yet. Ezra hasn’t come, and there’s no stopping until he does. You’re about to offer to suck him off to save your poor, throbbing pussy when he speaks again. 

“Go get one of your toys, little dove. Let’s make this even better.” 

You nod at him, sliding out from under his body in a haze. Despite being so over-sensitive already, you trust him to make it good for you. You walk to your trunk and pull it open, digging around for a moment until you get a grasp on your favorite wand. It’s battery powered and relatively strong. 

Ezra cranes his neck to see what you selected and smiles as you turn around with it. 

“Good choice, little dove. I like that one, too.” 

Then his face lights up in a way that makes you want to bury the vibrator back where you found it. His eyes darken as he reaches his hand out for the toy. Maybe it’s the way your brain has already turned to mush, but you still hand it to him and obey him as he helps you back down. 

“On your back and spread those pretty legs, little flower.”

You do so, but not without questioning him as he starts to dig through his own trunk. “Wha–” 

“Don’t worry, dove. Just lay there and look pretty for me.” 

You lay your head back down on the cot, figuring you might as well save your energy for whatever the hell he’s about to do. You know well enough that when he gets into these moods, there’s no changing his mind. 

But you quickly snap your head back up when you hear a tearing sound. 

“Ez?” 

He looks away from the roll of tape in his hands to see your confused face. 

“Yes, bird?” 

“W-What are you doing?” 

He just grins and walks back to you, ripping the tape further from the roll.

“Legs open,” he instructs, completely ignoring your question. Your eyes widen in realization as he kneels between them and brings your wand up to the inside of your thigh, the tip of it facing your soaked pussy. He pushes your legs open until they start to tremble again from the stretch. 

“Ez…” 

He ignores you again as he keeps the toy lined up and then starts to secure it with the tape. It’s close enough so that if you closed your legs even the slightest bit, the tip would be right on your clit. Your cunt throbs at the idea. And when he reaches up to tie your hands together and leave you defenseless, you let out a moan. 

“Dirty little thing,” Ezra chuckles. “Knew you’d like this.” 

He lowers himself back down and lets your legs lay comfortably without his hips holding them open, the ball of the vibrator resting against your clit. You shiver at the contact, goosebumps popping up in anticipation. 

He watches your face carefully as he reaches for it and presses a button to turn it on. Your entire body jolts at the constant pressure that immediately starts to hit your clit. You whine loudly, squirming and trying to get away from the harsh vibrations. 

“Ez!” you squeal. “‘S too much!” 

“Aw, I think you can take it, little gem. Look at your sweet cunt, already crying for more,” he coos at you, doing nothing to stop it. 

You shake your head wildly as your orgasm starts to build. It’s borderline painful, your body still wiggling and trying everything it can to escape, but you’re trapped. Every time you move your legs to get away, you just press down harder on your clit. You yelp and writhe, even knowing that you’re going to get nowhere that way. 

You’re coming in no time, screaming as the vibrator stays on through the whole thing. Ezra just chuckles to himself as you whine and shake, your brain turning to mush as your ears ring. Everything feels like too much right now. Not just the vibrations between your legs, but also the light coming from the single bulb in the tent, the way the sheets beneath you cling to your sweaty skin, the way the tape around your wrists feels a little too hot. 

You feel for a second like you might pass out, the toy still going even after your orgasm subsides. But then Ezra must turn it off because you’re suddenly coming back down to earth, your panting breaths loud in your own ears. Your entire body sags with relief. 

You barely even register it as Ezra takes his spot back between your thighs, keeping you open for him with his thick waist as he starts to feed his throbbing cock into your soaked cunt. He groans above you as he practically slips right in without any kind of resistance. You moan sharply, your hands fisting air above your head as you take him. 

“Such a good gem,” Ezra whispers to you once he’s fully seated. You can’t even say anything back at this point, far too wrung out to think coherently, much less actually speak. You just  lay there, letting him slowly start thrusting into you. 

You close your eyes, content to just let him find his end. And then you fucking scream again. Everything goes white and your body jolts as he slams hard into you and turns the toy back on at the same time. Tears immediately jump to your eyes as he picks up a brutal pace and holds your thigh at just the perfect spot for that stupid vibrator to have the biggest effect. 

You openly sob as you come again, completely taken by surprise this time. Ezra groans louder, gripping you hard as he pummels his cock into your g-spot. Your tears stream down your cheeks and down your neck, into your hairline, into your ears. 

“Sweet little cunt you have, birdy. Squeezing me so tight.” 

You try to call his name, but it just comes out garbled and pathetic. You’ve never felt this overstimulated in your life, like you’re unable to really comprehend it all. 

“I know, darling thing. You’ll be okay,” he assures you as he puts a hand up to smooth down your sweat-dampened hair.

Finally, his pace starts to stutter and his groans grow louder and more uncontrolled. You’re lost in another wave of painful pleasure when he spills deep inside of you, twitching and making you cry out. He thrusts shallowly, not worried about anything but drawing his own orgasm out. 

“There you go, take it all for me. Just like that.” He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

He doesn’t wait long after until he turns the vibrator off again, and this time you really do find that you can’t open your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever been this exhausted in your life. Your cunt throbs and aches, your head pounds, and your body feels like it was hit by a truck as it shakes and trembles, numb in some places. You’re disoriented, not entirely sure where you are or how you got there. 

You just know that you’re soaked all over and in desperate need of sleep. It comes easy with the help of Ezra’s hand petting your hair and his soft chuckle coming from somewhere around you. You don’t bother to try opening your eyes again, you know that he’ll take care of you as long as he’s around. 

*****

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[thatredheadwriter]

Snowed In

ezra x f!reader

You and Ezra are snowed in at your little cabin and there’s nothing to do but each other.

I wrote this back before Christmas, but I’ve been a little distracted lately with my job that I hate and trying to figure out what I’m going to with my future. However, as the new year starts, I’m committed to doing more things that make me happy, which includes tumblr-ing and writing. I’ve missed this, and I’ve missed you. I hope you enjoy.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Ezra of Prospect. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

Set in canon universe

post-movie Ezra (aka one-arm Ezra)

No mention of Cee

Snowed in with Ezra

petnames  (Junebug, bug, sweetheart)

Swearing

Slight D/s dynamics

Threats of orgasm denial

Oral (f receiving)

Fingering (f receiving)

Anal sex (f receiving)

Aftercare

Cuddly Ezra

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

It’s eerily silent when you wake next to Ezra, save for his soft snores that fill the dark room. But even those seem muffled as you sit up in bed. You hiss when your feet hit the cold floor, and you wish you’d heeded Ezra’s advice last night when he’d told you that the two of you ought to trade off keeping the woodstove going. Now it burned dim, only ashes and embers glowing in the bottom of the firebox.

You don’t realize how much snow has fallen until you’re restarting the fire with fresh kindling and dry brush, and you stand to peek out the window. Everything you can see is covered in a heavy blanket of pristine white--deadly and beautiful.

“Come back to bed, bug,” Ezra rasps behind you, and you turn to see him spread out in the dim light, his broad, scarred chest out on display like a piece of art.

“Gotta get this fire started, Ez,” you shake your head at him, the lazy bastard watching you do all the work.

His words drip with promise, “I’ll warm you right up if you’ll only return to me, my little Junebug.” Words unsaid send a shudder down your spine.

Ezra is absolutely insatiable. Last night he’d laid you out on the rug under your feet and eaten his fill until you were physically unable to cum anymore, and he’d relished in the way his beard was soaked through with your many releases. After, he’d fucked his fist and cum over your tits before cleaning you with his mouth as you tried to catch your breath.

But it seems he still wants more. You could have seen it coming though, he can never resist fucking you when you wear his clothes, and you’d pulled on his discarded thermal at some point in the chilly night.

“It looks like we’re snowed in” you comment, like your mind hadn’t just replayed all the orgasms he’d given you in the last twelve hours, soaking your panties. “Hope you didn’t plan on getting out today.”

“You know exactly what my plans are bug,” Ezra growls, and you know you’re getting to him.

“I thought I might fix some breakfast, at least get some coffee started,” you muse, hiding your smile by stoking the growing flames. He hates to be ignored, and you can feel his irritation growing from across the room.

The springs of the mattress squeak and you look back to see Ezra propped up on his one arm, gaze harder than any aurelac boring straight into your own. “Bug, don’t test me,” he warns, a dangerous edge to his voice that makes you clench around nothing.

“Why not?” you ask defiantly, only a slight shake to your voice as you clench your thighs together.

Ezra is a patient man, and he knows the game you’re playing. It’s not a new one and he knows just what strings to pluck that will have you singing in his embrace.

“If you continue to defy me, little Junebug, I promise you won’t cum until we burn through the last of the wood in that pile.”

Your eyes widen when you realize he’s looking at the stack by the door, about four feet by four feet, enough for at least two more days in this remote little slice of paradise the two of you had built.

“Now come over here and let a starving man break his fast.”

A tiny squeak escapes your lips as you bound toward the bed and jump underneath the covers, giggling as Ezra peppers you with kisses.

“I love you,” he groans into your neck as a peck turns to a nibble. “Now let me warm you up little Junebug.”

His hand snakes down your torso, dipping into your panties and finding the wetness already pooled between your folds. You whimper into his mouth as his rough fingers circle your clit, and your hips buck up against him.

“Already so wet for me, darling,” he teases, sliding his hand down and slipping two thick fingers into your waiting cunt. “Did you enjoy teasing me?”

You don’t answer, too content with his ministrations to search for words to answer him with, but he pulls his hand away in retaliation.

“Yes, yes I did!” you gasp, hand flying down to clutch his wrist and keep him from moving away.

“Filthy girl,” he admonishes, nuzzling your ear.

“Please, Ezra,” you plead, rolling your hips against his fingers. Your orgasm is building quickly and you know the more you beg now the more forgiving he’ll be when it comes to letting you release.

“What do you need, Bug?” Ezra coos in your ear.

You whimper as he finds the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll. “Need your mouth, Ez.”

He chuckles darkly and pulls his hand away before you can protest. But he’s moving toward the foot of the bed and you know what’s coming next.

“Got my Junebug addicted, have I?” he asks with a hum, settling between your legs and tugging your soaked panties down your legs. 

“Kevva’a yes!” you throw your head back as he dives in, his tongue lapping eagerly at your clit as he scissors his fingers in and out of you. “Fucking addicted to you, Ez. Your fingers, that fu-ucking mouth,” your breath hitches as he nips at your clit, “Your cock too. Feels so good when you’re splitting me apart.”

A wave of pleasure washes over you and one of your hands leaves the bedding to tangle in Ezra’s curls, making him moan into your cunt as your nails scratch across his scalp.

“Gonna cum, Ezra,” you moan, bucking up into his face, but he doesn’t stop. Instead he pushes deeper, harder, grunting into you as you release on his tongue, riding out your high against his face. 

It’s too much and not enough all at once and you simply can’t get enough of Ezra. Your fingers in his hair tighten and you use your grip to pull him back up your body so you can kiss him, the taste of your own release making your cunt clench again.

“I need you inside, Ez,” you pant when he finally pulls away for a breath.

He seems to be contemplating something for a moment.

“Gonna let me fill this tight little ass?” he asks, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip as his hand palms your ass.

The thought makes you leak out onto the sheets below. You’d been toying with the idea for a while, Ezra easing you into it with his tongue and fingers and plenty of lube. It was dirty and filthy and yet Ezra held you so delicately when he teased you there, calling you his sweet little Junebug, urging you to relax in that sultry sweet voice you’d come to think of as home.

“Do you have the lube?” you breathe, and Ezra nods, eyes dark.

He leaves your side for just a second to retrieve it from the bedside drawer.

“I want you to fuck my ass, Ezra,” you purr, nuzzling into his neck. You feel his breath hitch and it makes your heart swell. He knows what this means, and the trust you’re placing in him.

“Shit, Junebug. How can I say no to that?” He places one last kiss to your temple before moving over you, shedding his underwear and letting his hard cock bob up against the swell of his stomach. He pushes your knees until they’re nearly to your chest, spread so he can watch your face as he coats his fingers with the lube before teasing open the puckered ring of muscle between your cheeks.

Ezra’s eyes flit between where his fingers are working you open and your face, completely transfixed by the way your face reacts to the way he’s pulling you apart.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he rasps, hand withdrawing from your ass to palm his cock, now aching and red.

“Please, Ezra, fuck me,” you beg, wiggling your ass and pulling your knees closer to your chest.

He’s slow as he pushes in, your hole and his cock already glistening with a generous layer of lube. It’s a different sensation than when he fills your cunt, but he feels even bigger this way, closer. 

When he’s fully seated inside of you, you both lie there for a moment in the silence, listening to your labored pants of pleasure mixing in the cool morning air.

“Fuckin’ move, Ez,” your nails scratch down his back, and you can’t help but clench around his length inside of you.

Ezra wastes no time finding a pace that leaves the both of you breathless, his hand tangling with yours and pressing into the bed as he fills you over and over again. He’s babbling above you now, words pouring out of him like a fountain.

“Squeezin’ me so damn tight, Bug. Can’t believe I’m so close to you. So fucking close you to,” his brow is furrowed tightly and you can tell he’s getting close to his release. Your hand not pinned by his slips down between you and finds your clit, rubbing hard.

“I’m gonna cum, Ezra,” you assure him, meeting his gaze. “Come on, Ez. Fill me up. I want to feel it,”

A strangled noise leaves his throat and you feel his length twitch inside of you, spurting hot ropes of cum into your ass as you tip over the edge into a soft release that leaves you trembling beneath him as he rides out his high.

The two of you stay joined together for a moment after you’ve cum, you comfortably smushed under Ezra’s familiar weight. But eventually he pulls away, making you whine as his cock slips out of your gaping hole.

You watch his back as he disappears into the small bathroom, returning after a minute redressed in a pair of thermal pants and a washcloth in hand. Ezra is gentle as he cleans his spend from between your cheeks, only once getting distracted by the trail of cum dripping out of your ass.

He tosses the rag aside, a problem for later, and rejoins you in the bed, pulling you close to his body.

“Thank you, Junebug,” he murmurs into your ear, hand slipping under your shirt to trace circles on your tummy.

“I think I should be thanking you, Ez,” you chuckle, twisting your neck so you can kiss him sweetly. “I’m certainly not cold anymore.”

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Day Eight: Cockwarming - Ezra (Prospect)

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WC: 1.4K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established relationship. Ezra's Pov and a little of Readers POV too. Fluff. Smut. Unprotected PIV. Cockwarming. Pregnancy. AN: Ohh, this one was sweet to write up and I hope you enjoy, my loves.

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Home is where the heart is and my heart calls to you, moonbeam - I’m almost there. 

Ezra thinks these thoughts with his inner voice, a warm smile on his lips as he makes his descent through the clouds to reach the land below. The space shuttle in which he rides upon shakes violently and after looking through the window, he sees why.

It’s raining. The clouds are dark and dreary, but he remains unfazed by the small probability of danger as his excitement weighs heavily on his current mood. Once he broke through to the other side, he could now see how torrential the rain was and he snickers at mother nature's twisted humour.

It’s evident that she chose today, the day of his arrival, to unleash her fury. The heavens were open, sporadic rays of light beamed through the billowing darkness above and down below, where his home awaits, large bodies of water pooled across the land surrounding his little house. 

The day may very well be dark and dreary, but no amount of rainfall can dampen Ezra’s spirit. It’s been a long and gruelling three months away from his motherland, completing job after job harvesting Aurelac from the green and after amassing a grand total of fifteen thousand credits for all the gems he collected, it was time to come home. Ezra yearns to reunited by his most precious gem of all - you. 

As soon as the shuttle touches down, Ezra moves quicker than the lightning flash in the skies above his head. He uses his backpack as an umbrella, holding it above his head and shielding himself as he glides up the path towards his front door. It’s dark, inside and outside, no lights are on and he enters without treading carefully to be quiet. The man is determined, more than he has ever been to see your beautiful face again. 

Opening the door to his bedroom and moving inside hastily, you quickly rise from the sheets with a defensive stance, clearly frightened of the unknown presence breaking in, however as soon as you lay your eyes upon your husband, you sigh his name with relief. “Ezra.”

“Moonbeam.” He breathes heavily, painfully, and immediately reaches out to cup your cheek. Your lips connecting with his in a bruising kiss, wordlessly telling the man that you missed him just as much as he did with you. It was passionate and desperate, speaking with need that you both felt mutually. It was the basic primal need to make love. Ezra picked up on it instantly and was glad you felt the same as he did because he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since he left you three long months ago.

However he opted to take his time first and foremost, to relish in the feeling of your touch with each passing second that he kisses you. Tongue slipping past your parted lips and tangling with your own, you make a surprised sound and massage your hands over his shoulders, the action drawing out a delectable groan from Ezra. He then responds to your compassionate gesture by lowering his hands to your hips and squeezing the flesh, which works beautifully with extracting a sweet sounding moan from you. 

Ezra sometimes has to fight the growth in his crotch when thinking about you too much, however the moment he laid his eyes upon you just a few seconds ago, his cock stirred with life, and after your moans reached his ears, blood now rushes to the organ between his legs. That primal need to make love to you grows rapidly, makes him become painfully hard and forms a tent in his slacks, impatient with the desire to be buried in your warm canal. 

Just to ease some of the ache, he lowers his hands once more and uses your ass to pull you into his rutting movements. You break from the kiss to breathe a needy whine, the noise driving Ezra beyond the realms of self control. He couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could you. “Oh moonbeam, I’m afraid my composure betrays me.” He groans while laying you down on your back. “I need your warm embrace.” 

“Then take it, Ezra and hurry.” You plead between delicate, though hurried, kisses on his lips. “I need to feel you too, my love - it’s been too long.” You admit and the little crack in your voice damn near breaks the man. It has indeed been too long, he agrees silently and helps you to remove his clothes. You’re wearing your night dress, thus providing him easier access, however his clothes are the only barrier keeping him from satiating his desires. 

Pathetic panting breaths fill the empty space around you both and the heavy pitter patter cadence of rain hitting the window audible in the background as thunder slowly rolls over the house; just a sample of Mothers nature's song playing for you and Ezra. Once the man is bare, he slots himself between your legs and grunts from the contact of his cock pushing into your slick folds. Minimal, yet delightful, that makes him want more. Cupping your cheek again and gazing into your eyes, you lift up your hips and take him inside with ease, the stretch providing a phenomenal sensation.

“Heavens!” Ezra groans, his brows pulling together in bliss and his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. Your mouth falls open with a throaty mewl, your fingers digging into the skin around the scruff of his neck as he bottoms out, however you expected the man to express how desperate he was to make love to you, but he didn’t move at all.

“Ez?” You whisper his name in question, wondering if he is okay, but the man just continues to gaze into your eyes, gently brushing the hair away from your face as he smiles. “Turtle dove, I have been lost without you.” He sighs softly. Resting his forehead against yours with a shuddering exhale escaping his lips as you clench around him, his words warmed your heart and made your cunt pulse. You smile too, even giggle a little at how drunk he looks, though Ezra hadn’t consumed a drop of alcohol, it was you that made him feel lightheaded. 

However, upon noticing him open his mouth to say something then stop before the words could roll off his tongue, your brows furrow with concern and you call him out on it. “What’s the matter Ez? I can tell something is on your mind.” 

“I am ashamed to admit that it has been too long.” He begins to share what’s bothering him and you notice the way his cheeks blush. “Too long without you and now I simply don’t have the power to move. I’m… I am sheltered by your warmth and it’s… Stars! It’s just so pleasant, moonbeam.” 

“Oh honey.” You giggle again, understanding what he was feeling right now and how to take care of it. “Switch positions and lay behind me instead.” You instruct and the man obliges without hesitation. Carefully pulling out of you, he moves to a spooning position then gently lines himself back up to slip inside your warmth again. The stretch was once again phenomenal, making you both moan together. Ezra then buries his chin into your neck with a deeply satisfied sigh, as if he were releasing all his woes and troubles in you velvety walls secured around him. 

“Moonbeam, explain why this feels just as good as sex?” He asks, then places his warm hand to your thigh, holding you still to bury himself deeper. You whine from the action, your hand reaching out to hold him, and now that he was comfortably positioned inside your heat, you lace your fingers between his and giggle humorously. “My dearest, it is really quite simple, don’t you see?” 

“Hm, I don’t think I do - enlighten me.” The man mumbles into your neck and after laying a kiss to your skin, he closes his tired eyes and feels a delicate flow of tranquillity washing over him. It was really quite bizarre to Ezra, he hasn’t ever experienced anything like this before, just to be seated inside your warmth and enjoy it as much as sex. No movements whatsoever, just enveloped by you, by your security and love. “It’s because of you.” He whispers, and you agree to an extent, however you had your own opinion on what it was exactly.

Pulling his hand over your strong growing baby bump, you feel Ezra smiling against your neck and it makes you smile also as you explain why he enjoys keeping his cock good and buried inside you. “It’s because you are home, Ezra and it’s like you always say to me-”

“Home is where the heart is.” You both whisper in unison.

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Aidan! 🎉🎉🎉 Congrats on your milestone, lovely, so well deserved!! 🎉🎉🎉 You're such an amazing person and I'm so happy for you! 🥰

To celebrate, please may I request 🖤 with my fav Pedro boy which is Ezra, of course. And I'd love the prompt 7. Is there space left in that bathtub?

No rush, take your time. Love you! 🖤🎉

A/N: Jett !!! Thank you!! I loved writing this Ezra ficlet, I hope you love it.

CW: canon divergent, dirty talk, fingering.

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You sighed happily as your naked body descended in the water. Only to be almost immediately bothered by Ezra bursting into the room unannounced.

“Is there space left in that bathtub, birdie?”

You looked up at him, at his body covered in mud and various substances, and you cringed.

“No. You’re too dirty.”

“I thought you enjoyed my sullied self.”

You felt heat rush to your face and looked away as Ezra undressed.

“Besides, we should ration the water. You’re being incredibly selfish, birdie.” He tutted.           

You made space for him, reluctantly, and felt his body take place behind yours. He wrapped an arm around you.  You could already feel his semi-hard cock on your lower back.

“You’ll make the water brown.” You mumbled.

“Apologies.” He said, but you had a feeling he wasn’t sorry. Distracted, Ezra’s fingers grazed your nipples until they hardened. Your back against his chest arched in a beautiful feline-like curve. “See? You love when I’m dirty.”

You whimpered at his equally dirty words, and his hand traveled south, until it found what it was looking for. With the tips of two of his calloused fingers, he circled your clit.

“Ezra…” You warned.

The curve of his nose caressed your neck. “Yes?” He breathed, and you could hear the stupid smirk in his voice. He kept going with his caresses in slow, lazy fingers.

“Faster.” You let out.

“Tell me how much you adore my dirty self, then.”

You groaned in frustration and bucked your hips against his touch, begging for more. Ezra made a disapproving noise, and you felt his free hand hold your throat gently.

“Say it.” He repeated sternly.

“I love when you’re dirty, Ezra.” You panted, and you were immediately rewarded with fast-paced rubs on your bud of pleasure, and with two of his fingers added inside you.

“There you go, birdie. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He said playfully as he bit the skin of your neck.

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[grogusmum]

At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning. Set in Ireland, reader is undescribed physically.

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A/N: Set before Swept Away somewhere between part 2 and 4 no new revelations on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running!

(Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

4/8/23 did some editing, mostly some typos and grammar issues found.

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You have never made love in the ocean. The exhilaration, from both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him, is unlike anythingyou have ever felt. 

The full moon rises, its glow sparkling over the waves. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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[absurdthirst]

Pink Powder & Diamonds {Ezra x F!Reader|

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: Disabilities, missing extremities, sex pollen, dub con-ish, masturbations, inability to cum, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Comments: Ezra comes back to the Green to harvest the Queen's lair with a new partner, you. When a mishap causes you to have to scavenge a filter off one of the bodies from his last trip to this cursed moon, it has startling results.

A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @pedropascalsx who had this amazing idea!

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The Green. You have heard the tales of the moon that is equal parts perilous and lucrative. If you were strong enough, smart enough and lucky enough - you could strike it rich. If you weren’t - the bodies of those that went before you littered the mossy floors of the forests and rotted away under the toxic atmosphere. Looking over from your chair, you watch him. His face is grim and you don’t miss the beads of sweat that break out on his forehead. Ever talkative Ezra has grown more and more quiet as the moon grows larger in your viewport. A beeping captures your attention and you look down at the instrument panel of your ship - ragged and beaten - but sturdy. “Time to atmosphere - two minutes.” You tell him as you silence the alarm and recheck your trajectory. 

Ezra grunts in response, anxious to get back to the Green that has haunted him since he escaped it the first time with Cee. She is thriving, escaping to enjoy a quiet life pursuing education but the pennies of disability benefits Ezra received were not enough to provide for his…more indulgent expenses, and he decided to return to the Green and seek the fortune that slipped through his fingers. Now that he is sporting one less limb due to darling Cee, he decided to enlist the help of a less experienced yet enthusiastic helper: you. 

He had met you during a bar crawl one night, drowning his sorrow and spending the credits he had been granted, and he found out that you are a fellow prospector. Something he did not believe due to your kindness, the sweet smile. You clearly hadn’t seen the harshness of the elements like he had. When you told him of your search for the queen’s lair, it was kismet. He needed a helper and you needed someone who knew where the lair resided. Ezra remains quiet, preparing himself for the terrain that awaits you both. Unforgiving and harsh, he knows you will need to use every ounce of strength to survive. He just needs to survive a second time. “Come on little lady, let’s get this tin can on the ground.”

Landing is always tricky, requiring your full attention and skills. Biting your lip, you ignore the alarms, watching your panel and adjusting the controls. Ezra had mapped out a landing sight before you had ever left, he didn’t want to be too close to the Queen’s lair, something about a man in pink powder and bodies. He had been pretty drunk that night and you just decided to accept it. “Breaking atmo.” You call out, watching as the flames give way to clear sky, the emerald green of the landscape below you dazzling.

Ezra grips the seat with his one hand, anxiety threatening to overwhelm him as you land expertly on the spot he had pre-planned and he looks over at you, a grin on his face as the dust settles. “Let’s go get our fortune, little lady.” He winks at you, suddenly confident.

You don’t mention how long it takes Ezra to get suited up. It’s a sore spot, considering the empty sleeve where his right arm used to be. He tries to hide it, but the extremely close quarters of your ship have let you witness his grunts and muffled curses as he tries to take care of simple tasks and sometimes fails. Still, you don’t offer. You don’t want to be snapped at like he had the first and only time you offered. Your tool kit is collected and rolled into your pack and you check your comms. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, watching him fiddle with his helmet.

Ezra grits his teeth, swallowing down the retort that you don’t deserve. It’s not your fault that he’s slower, his missing appendage has him struggling with the suit he hasn’t worn since leaving the Green. “I’m practically vibrating with readiness, little lady. Shall we embark on the hazy mistress known as the Green?”

You hum your agreement and the hiss of the door sounds slightly ominous. Depressurizing the ship and opening up the door to the wonders of the Green outside. You step out first, lowering the stairs and concentrate on your much heavier pack while Ezra comes down. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want you coddling him. “So we will camp near the Queen’s lair?” You had thought it off that he did not want to land the ship right near the site for easy storage of the Aurelac that was to make both of you ‘rich beyond your wildest dreams’ according to Ezra.

Ezra didn’t want the ship to be too close to the lair, in case Kevva decided to grant him even more misfortune and decree that the pink monster from his prior excavation would reemerge and finish the job. He wanted to protect you as much as he yearned for the aurelac. “Make haste little lady, we need to set up camp and get ourselves situated before the darkness arrives.”

“How long were you here?” You ask as you start out from the ship, taking in the area and noticing some abandoned equipment. “The last time.” It’s a story he had told but you weren’t sure of the timelines. 

“Far too long, little lady. My time on this forsaken moon was something I would rather forget considering the consequences of my time here. I am back, however, to finish what was started. I have a vendetta against this Kevva cursed moon and I swear by her name that I will retrieve what is rightfully mine.”

You fall silent as you follow him. Obviously unsure of what to talk about and you don’t want him to be upset. This was too important to squabble and have a falling out before you are back on the Pug. The Queen’s lair is fabled, a deposit so rich that you could relax for the rest of your life, maybe go to a planet where the air is fresh and soil clean to live. Buy land. It is a heady dream and you want it to become reality, but first you have to harvest aurelac. A lot of it.

Ezra retraces the fateful steps he had taken with Cee to the place that held a greater fortune than most would see in their lifetimes. He’s hungry for it, greedy for it. He deserves it after the sacrifices he had made. He finally approaches the camp where those bastards had attempted to kill himself and the little bird. “There she is…the queen’s lair.” He announces once he has found the location, thankfully devoid of any other prospectors.

Your eyes widen at the expanse of the pit. You see at least fifty aurelac pods, unmolested and waiting to be harvested. There is evidence of work, tools scattered and you see a body on one side. This is where Ezra had his last stand from what you understand. “Holy shit.” You whimper. “Kevva praised.”

“It’s the Mecca of aurelac, little lady.” Ezra grins, so excited that everything is where it was when he made a mad dash to escape this moon the first time. “Shall we begin our endeavor? There is lots to excavate.” He grunts as he sets his pack down, kicking the remains of the bastard who tried to rat him out.

You giggle, nearly ecstatic at the sight of the digsite that he had brought you too. It was true. Every single rambling tale that he had told you about the Queen’s lair was true. You had believed him because of Cee mostly, the holo chat with the younger girl confirming that if he was lying, it was a practiced one. But right here before your eyes was the proof that he hadn’t been deceiving you. “I’ll set up our tent first.” You shrug out of your pack and set it down with a loud thump. “That way we can get out of our suits soon.” 

Ezra nods, despite his anxiety to get started as soon as possible, and he feels guilty for not being able to assist you in the erection of the tent. The expedition would be over prior to the tent being set up. “I shall endeavor to prepare our tools for the harvest, little lady.” He announces, watching you start to bend over and open the pack. He’d be blind to not see how beautiful you are, even in that suit.

It takes longer than you wanted it to. The thick fabric is cumbersome and you need to make sure that it is completely sealed properly. The toxicity of the moon needs to be filtered out through the little pump that will recycle the air inside and keep the two of you safe while you are out of your suits. Which will only be when you are finished for the day and wish to get sleep. You plan on harvesting this prize as quickly as you can before anyone can come across you. You hear Ezra curse in your ear but you don’t look over, busy with your own tasks until you finally close the last heavy seam with the velcro flap. “It’s done.” You pant, standing straight with a groan and stepping back to admire your handiwork. 

“Good girl.” Ezra praises, feeling guilty once again for not assisting you with such a difficult task. He knows how heavy those tents are but he’d be more of a burden than a help. “Shall we begin? There is much to harvest and I wish for us to get a head start before any unwanted guests arrive to distract us.”

You sigh quietly, wishing you could take a break, but you understand his need for haste. Instead of arguing, you move over the tools that Ezra has set out as well as he could. “I will harvest a few sacs before I cut them open.” You decide as you pick up the bottle of brine and a knife before you turn towards Ezra. “Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds like a plan, little lady. I am in your hands. It’s a good thing you aren’t in mine…less than capable with one hand and a downtrodden disposition.” He grunts, shifting to get into the pit to assist you as best as he is able to.

Biting your lip, you approach the first pod that you come to. The bulbous dome indicates there is a sac underneath its membrane. It will be easier to work in a grid, to methodically work through the field and pluck every aurelac stone you can from this deposit. Looking up at Ezra, you grin when he nods encouragingly at you and proceed to slice into the first one. 

Ezra watches you work, your deft fingers expertly removing the gem from the sac. “Kevva. You are blessed, little lady. Truly, you are performing this task with more expertise than I could only dream of.” He admits, shifting closer to continue watching you until you hand him the stone and he deposits it safely in the briefcase you’d brought along.

You hum, brow knitted together and bite your lip while you carefully extract the next stone. One wrong move would waste the entire thing. Ruin the pull and you are greedy enough that you want them all. Every single gem in the Queen’s lair is coming back to the Pug with you. 

You’re incredible. Deftly working to extract the precious gems and Ezra feels terrible that he can’t help you. There’s days of work ahead of you and all he can do is guide and assist you with ramblings from his previous time on the Green. When the sun starts to set, it’s time to retire and Ezra is certain that you are exhausted. “We cannot be exposed in the darkness, little lady. The Saters will surely discover our presence and will take the opportunity to pounce once we are shrouded in darkness, we will resume our excavation tomorrow.”

You nod, looking at the deposit longingly but you don’t argue. “Okay.” You start to pack away your tools, knowing you can do it much more efficiently than Ezra can. He closes the case and locks it with a passcode that both of you know. It was one thing you had insisted on, transparency. You weren’t going to get screwed over and one armed or not - Ezra could manage a backstab if he was inclined to. “It will be good to get out of the suit and to eat.” You offer as you climb out of the pit. 

“Precisely, let’s relax. Kevva knows you need it after such an arduous day. You’ve truly been Kevva sent, little lady. I would have never endured such a journey without your abilities. I shall thank you once our expedition has come to a close but for now, I wish for you to know of my appreciation.” Ezra professes. 

“Don’t worry about it.” You pant, picking up your tools and throwing them back in your bag to haul over to the tent. It wasn’t far away, just at the edge of the trees Ezra told you that they had used for cover when escaping the Mercs. It would be dark enough that if anyone stumbled upon the Queen’s lair, they wouldn’t see your tent or vice versa. “You’ve changed my life too. Now I just want some food.” 

Ezra smiles, keeping his eyes forward as he carries the briefcase while you carry the tools. "Nutribar will have to suffice, however, I do have a tipple of brandy if you are interested in something to help you relax after such an arduous day. You tell me, little lady, what you want, and I shall endeavor to do everything in my power to ensure you have what you desire."

You chuckle at his grandiose comment. “You have a special stash of supplies hidden somewhere?” You tease as you come to the tent and walk around Ezra to unzip it to allow both of you to enter. The rattle of the scrubber is soothing and you cannot wait to get out of the suit. While it was safer, the suit is hot and you want to cool down. 

“Only a flask.” He chuckles, groaning as he removes his helmet after you secure the flap to block out the fumes outside. He grunts as he tries to strip out of the suit with one hand. It’s a struggle but he manages without your help. He rejects help whenever he can, pride making him stubborn. “Sometimes, after a hard day, even a swig is the most relaxing indulgence.”

“Mhm.” You could think of a few other things that were also relaxing indulgences but you don’t bring them up. Even though the older man was exceedingly handsome, he had not once made an overture. You glance back at that small tuft of blonde hair and wish you could play with it. Or trace the silvery scar on his left cheek. Instead, you remove your own helmet with a groan and start to strip off your suit to hang up after you set down your pack of tools. 

Ezra’s struggles continue and he tries to hang up his helmet when he loses his balance. “Shit!” He yells, stumbling backwards to the heap of his suit and he hears something crack as his foot lands haphazardly on something. “Fuck!” He tosses the helmet down and kneels on the floor, panicking because he knows what that sound was. “Kevva forgive me! Fuck!” He growls, holding up the remains of his crushed filter.

Shit….Your eyes widen when you see the filter is damaged beyond repair. It had been expensive to gather supplies and fuel for this trip so you had both agreed that you would forego spares. Ezra looks furious. “It’s - we’ll figure it out.” You tell him, your mind racing as you think about how you could possibly make this work. “Maybe we can scavenge for a filter?” 

Ezra shakes his head, “no. No. The Saters…they would kill me if they saw me again. We can’t risk it. Fuck!” He growls, tossing the useless filter across the tent. “I don’t - shit. I don’t know what to do.”

You reach out and touch his hand. “I will go check the bodies.” You tell him suddenly. “Check their filters, maybe one will work for your suit?” You know Ezra has a dark past with the bodies that were scattered around the dig site and you’re sure he doesn’t want to come face to face with their remains. 

Ezra knows he has to let you do that but he’s worried about you going out there. “Take your thrower. We won’t take any chances.” He is grateful the sun is just setting and he hopes you make haste to return to the tent. “Go now, little lady, before the darkness shrouds the forest.”

Hurrying back into your suit, you are trying to assure him that you will be alright. “I will check the one that is closest to the tent first.” You promise as you seal your suit and reach for your helmet. “If there isn’t a good one I will go to the next until I find what you need.” 

“Be careful. If you perish, we are both damned to decay on this Kevva forsaken moon.” He warns, feeling even guiltier for leaving you to go out there alone. “Fuck!” He rubs his cheek after you leave the safety of the tent, counting the seconds until you come back.

Your breathing seems to echo in your helmet as you turn on the light next to your ear, keeping your eyes moving from the ground in front of you to the surrounding woods. Looking for dangers, some other floater wandering or those Sater than Ezra was worried about meeting. Running towards the dig site and the first body you had seen. Nearly tripping over it in the dark when you finally reach the face down body, you reach down and roll it over, nearly gagging when you see the decomposing face in the shield. She’s pink. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the unnatural hue to her skin but you try not to think about it as you prop the slightly squishy body on its side, trying not to think of the human soup in the suit and start to unhook the hoses and filter from the suit. It would have to work, as much as you shudder. Ezra is depending on it. 

Ezra is anxious, tapping his knees as he sits on the bunk and waits for your return. He is worried about you, wishing he didn’t have his disability so he could’ve avoided this entire situation to begin with. He sighs, watching the flap of the tent and trying to listen for you over the roar of the scrubber. “Come on little lady.” He orders, rubbing his hand on his thigh.

It’s more difficult to get back to the tent. You hear something and quickly shut off your light, couching in the darkness as you open channels and try to control your breathing. Listening for anyone talking but there is nothing but the stillness of the Green. He hadn’t told you how uneasy the quiet would become. Finally, you creep out of your little spot and stand up, deciding that you would make your way back to the tent in the dark just in case. 

When the flap opens, Ezra exhales in relief before he remembers and holds his breath, waiting for you to seal the tent and the scrubber to work its magic on the potent air. “Did you get one?” He asks, a little impatient but this is the difference between life and death for him.

Immediately unsealing your helmet, you gasp, nodding quickly and holding up the hoses and the filter that had been hanging off the body. “I got it.” You pant out. Your nerves are on high alert and even though you have been walking, it feels like you’ve run for hours. “It- It should work.” 

Ezra grins, “Kevva, you’re incredible, little lady. I need - let me see if it works now before we settle in for the night.” He suggests, reaching for his suit and helmet, he doesn’t bother dressing in the suit, only attaching the filter and hoses to the clothing before he places the helmet on his head and switches the filter on. “It works!” His voice is slightly muffled since you have taken your own helmet off and aren’t on the comms. It works for a few moments until a pink dust sputters through the filter and fills his helmet, making Ezra cough. “Kevva. What in tarnation is that?” He chokes, inhaling more of the dust.

Shaking your head, you frown. “I - she was covered in it when I- when I rolled her over.” You murmur. “It has to be some kind of additive she put in her filter? Maybe some kind of drug.” You shrug slightly and start to strip out of your suit once more. Eager to relax now that Ezra has another filter and you can sleep since you had been too excited the night before. 

Ezra coughs again but removes the helmet, hoping he can let the filter run to get rid of that powder shit. When you both get into your respective cots, he’s sweating and his cock…Kevva, it’s hard as steel. He pants, wondering what was in that powder and he glances over to see you’re asleep. Good, it was a long day for you. He reaches into his pants, wrapping his fingers around his cock and groaning softly at the slight respite he discovers.

The next morning, you slowly blink as your alarm goes off. You had heard Ezra grunting and shifting on his cot last night. It seems like he hadn’t slept well, maybe because of his unease with being back on the Green. You don’t know, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before you look over at where he is still laying. 

Ezra barely slept, his body almost throbbing as much as his cock and no matter how much jerking off he did, he couldn’t cum. He tried, fuck he tried, but he just couldn’t do it. Nothing seemed to tip him over the edge, not evening when he thought of you. He grunts as he sits up, cock still aching with need that hasn’t been fulfilled.

“Ez.” You gape at him in shock. “You look unwell.” You murmur, shifting off your cot to move over to him but he waves you away. “I- I don’t think you should come out to the sight this morning. You look like you didn’t sleep at all. Why don’t you stay and rest for a bit while I get started?” You offer, knowing that he would be dangerous if he tries to help while he is in such a state. 

“I can’t. I require a distraction from this - this fever. Let me - I will accompany you. I shall enjoy the walk, perhaps it will allow me to be rid of this - this minor inconvenience.” He shifts off of the bed, knowing it’s unavoidable that you would see his hard cock.

When he stands, your eyes widen for a moment before you avert your gaze. It is obvious and you cannot help but bite your lip, your cunt clenching at the thought of the tent you had seen in the sweats he wears under his suit. He was obviously in need of release and you wonder if he had been unable to take care of himself or if he was simply trying to ignore it. “I will get suited up then.” You announce cheerfully. 

Your cheery disposition has Ezra’s cock twitching and his entire being annoyed. He can’t believe you’re so chipper when he is in agony, his cock aching with need that he can’t seem to fulfill no matter how many times he jerks his cock. Giving up in the end when it became too sore and his wrist began to ache. The satisfaction never the same since he was forced to use his left hand. Still, he soldiers on, getting dressed and then changing into his newly modified suit.

It takes long minutes until he is ready, and you ignore his curses as he struggles into his suit. You know he doesn’t want help and he seems to be in a mood so you quietly eat a nutribar. He finally gets his suit hooked up and you reach for one of the pouches of liquified foods. “Do you want me to hook you up, or are you not hungry?” 

“Not hungry.” He growls, irritated from both lack of sleep and his current predicament. He sighs, adjusts the suit before he places the helmet on his head. “Let’s just go get the harvest. I want to get off of this damn moon as soon as feasibly possible.” He is harsh but fuck, he’s exhausted. When he turns on the filter once you’re outside the tent, the pink dust starts to fill his helmet again.

You walk to the dig sight quietly, unsure of why Ezra’s mood has changed so drastically. Hoping that it is just the lack of sleep or being uncomfortable, you decide the best thing you can do is to work hard to harvest as many of the gems as possible.

Ezra is struggling to walk considering the sizable erection he’s sporting, and he is grumpy. Unable to talk as the pink dust continues spurting into his helmet. Eventually, he can’t continue walking, folding over as his heart pounds in his chest.

Hearing him grunt rather loudly, you turn around to find him doubled over. “Ezra!” It’s alarming, making you spin on your heel and rush back towards him. He should have stayed in the tent, but you have no idea what is wrong with him, worried that the Green is affecting him to the point where it’s manifesting physically. “What’s wrong?” 

“I can’t - little lady, I cannot burden you with the current issue my body is experiencing. It would not be fair. It appears that the pink powder has - has acted as some kind of aphrodisiac and therefore I am - fuck - hard as a rock.”

Shocked, you glance down at his crotch, even though the suit would hide his predicament. “I- okay.” You shake your head, feeling guilty because you are the one that had brought him the filter. “You need to get back to the tent. You can- you work out your stress and I will harvest the gems alone to give you privacy.” 

Ezra shakes his head, “I can’t leave you alone to harvest. It’s too dangerous.” 

You scoff, “Ezra, with all due respect, you couldn’t protect me in that state. You need to go back to the tent and deal with it.” 

Ezra wants to scream, he has this opportunity to make the most money he’s ever known and he can’t do it because his cock is hard. “Fuck. Fine. Fine. I will go back.” He pants after the pain sears through him once more.

You watch him turn and stumble back towards the tent, sighing softly before you resume your own trek to the sight. Yes, it will be more perilous with just yourself out there, especially since you could not see anyone approaching, but it cannot be helped. You will harvest as much as you can today and hopefully it will give Ezra time to work out the lust that is swimming in his veins. Ignoring the way that your cunt clenches at the thought of him jerking off, you huff at yourself. He doesn’t want your help with his issues. 

Ezra stumbles back to the tent, ripping off his suit, and when he’s in his tatty pants and shirt, he rips those off, his skin overheating. “Fuck. Fuck!” He growls, desperate to shove his pants down so he can pull his hard cock out. Wrapping his fingers around his length, he jerks himself off but he can’t seem to get himself to completion.

You are there for hours. Carefully cutting the sacks out of the ground and slicing them open. Knowing that you are making the both of you richer with every gem you carefully put into the case. Stopping to scan the area before continuing to stay as safe as you can. You wonder how Ezra is doing and decide that as soon as you fill this case you will head back to check on him. 

Ezra groans, sweat now dripping down his cheek as he lets go of his cock. “Fucking - Kevva you forsake me even jerking off my cock?” He growls, frustrated beyond all means. He can’t seem to cum. Nothing will alleviate the aching in his groin and he is exhausted, his wrist aches from overuse. He is still lost in the haze of lust and nothing will satiate it.

Packing up the case carefully, you leave the site and head back to the campsite. Hoping that Ezra has worked his issues out and is resting now. You click the comms when you are in sight of the tent, but you don’t hear him respond. There is no way for you to call out, so you simply unzip the tent and give him a moment before you throw the flap open and enter.

When you enter the tent, Ezra doesn’t even have the ability to look at you. He doesn’t have anything in his mind except trying to stop this ache. After you walk in, he can’t even muster any embarrassment, need just overtaking his body while he tries to jerk himself off again.

You bite your lip, trying to avoid looking over at him to give him a modicum of privacy. “No luck working it out of your system?” You ask after you pull your helmet off. You hear him now, the frantic near groaning in pain as he pants our rhythmically.

Ezra shakes his head, frantic and in near agony. “Fuck little lady. I just - nothing seems to work. My hand - it’s useless.” He groans, sweat dripping down his chest since he abandoned all of his clothes.

You have heard that sentiment from him several times after learning that his loss of limb is recent. “You have not cum at all?” You ask and Ezra growls. 

“No!” His frustration is evident and you bite your lip, the sound of him jerking his cock makes your stomach flip and your own heart speeds up in your chest. 

“What do you need?” You venture softly. 

Ezra doesn’t want to ask but honestly, at this stage, he has no choice. He chokes, feeling guiltier than ever before as his dark eyes focus on you. “Can you- little lady, what I require is beyond what I could request of you but I need your touch. Please.” He begs, body almost shaking with need.

Surprised that he has actually voiced it, you nod. It’s not like you would detest touching him. In fact,  you will enjoy being able to touch him like you wish. “Let me get out of my suit.” You murmur, starting to pull it off quickly and stripping down to your base layers. Ezra is practically whimpering, his hand still working over his cock even though you can see he is not finding any pleasure in it. After pausing for a moment, you pull your shirt over your head to reveal your unbound breasts and push your leggings down so you are as bare as he is. 

“Fuck little lady. You didn’t -” His protest of you stripping down dies on his lips when you reach out and replace his hand on his cock, your fingers wrapping around the throbbing length. “Kevva.” He hisses, “are you sure?”

You snort, wondering why he would think you would have your hand wrapped around his cock if you were not sure. “I will not mind touching you.” You admit, flustering slightly when you pump him. HIs cock is nearly raw, dry and you know it has to hurt. You keep your grip light, making him whimper and roll his hips forward but you step closer and sink down to your knees in front of him on his cot, leaning forward and taking the head into your mouth. 

“Kevva!” Ezra yelps, eyes widening as he looks down at you. His hand grabs the back of your head, not moving you but the feel of your wet, hot mouth on the head of his cock feels better than anything he has felt from his own hand for hours.

Humming, you grin as your tongue presses against the head and you love the salty little spurt of pre-cum that coats your tongue. You want to help him, he’s sweating and shaking, nearly at his breaking point. You would have come back soon if you had known he was suffering. Taking him deeper, you make it wet. Opening your mouth more and letting the saliva coat him generously before your lips slide back over the velvety skin of his cock. 

Ezra pants, eyes closing before he forces himself to look at you. You look gorgeous, practically angelic as you take his cock into your mouth over and over again. “Fuck. Sweet girl. I can’t - it’s too much. I’m going to cum.” He warns you, allowing you time to pull off of him.

You don’t pull away. You can tell he has not cum in this entire time he has been in agony. You keep the pressure, the suction of your mouth constant, reaching out and fondling his full and taunt balls in your hands. Willing him to fall over the edge for you. 

The cry that escapes Ezra’s lips is loud and full of relief. “Fuck!” He yelps, his fingers gripping your head as his cock pulses in your mouth. He groans, watching you as you swallow every drop that escapes his cock. He’s lost in the haze of pleasure, his entire body taunt and he groans your name.

He’s still hard when you pull off of him, but it might just be because he has been without release for so long. You hum, wiping your jaw where your split had rolled down your chin and grin up at him. “Better?” You ask, willing to let him rest if he was satisfied. It’s been a long day for him.

The brief moment of reprieve has Ezra slumping over, until the heat and the ache returns tenfold. “Shit. No. No, little lady. It appears that my - my damnation shall continue. I need - fuck - I need more.” He reaches down to grip his cock again, whining at the roughness of his hand compared to your velvet tongue.

You bite your lip, watching him slowly jerk himself off and grimacing in pain. “Do you want my mouth again?” You ask, feeling the slickness between your thighs and it drips down to the tent floor, soaking into the fabric. “Or do you want to fuck me?” 

Ezra’s eyes widen, “I don’t - I can’t - I’m - fuck little lady. Do not dare to bait me with such pretty invitations and then withdraw them once it becomes a reality. I desperately want to push inside what is undoubtedly one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking but only - only - if you allow me. If you do not fear that you will regret letting me into your body.”

Standing, you take his hand, pulling it away from his cock. Sliding it between your thighs and guiding him to your soaked folds. “This is what sucking your cock does to me, Ezra.” You admit with a small moan of pleasure at his touch. “I have- have been wanting to touch you and have you touch me.” 

Ezra’s eyes widen and his fingers slide through your folds, rubbing your clit. He groans, unable to believe you’re so wet. He knows you didn’t inhale the pink powder so this is all you. “Fuck baby. You want - Kevva - sit on my cock. Please.” He begs, wanting to be inside of you. 

Moaning when he pulls his fingers away and slides them into his mouth to taste your essence, you push him back into the cot gently. It would make sense for you to ride him, especially since he is still throbbing and leaking against his stomach. “I’ll sit on your cock.” You coo as you straddle him. “Imagined you filling me up, stretching me out in this beautiful, thick cock.” You wrap your hand around his length so you can position him at your entrance and start to slowly sink down on him.

The whine that escapes his lips is pathetic but he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed when your hot, silky cunt grips his throbbing cock. “Kevva have mercy.” He gasps, his hand gripping your hip. He can’t believe you are doing this for him and it has him on the edge of cumming already but he tries to hold off.

He’s gorgeous as he furrows his brow. You can feel the way that he is bracing his feet on the end of the cot and tensing under you. Instead of lifting off him, you circle your hips and grind down onto him, moaning quietly. “Feels so good.” You murmur. “I have an implant, want you to fill me up.”

Your permission has him on the edge and his chest heaves as he looks up at you. His hand sliding up your side until he cups your breast, pinching your nipple while your walls flutter around him. “Shit. You feel - you feel like what I have always envisioned nirvana - not that I would ever reach such a place - would feel like.”

You smile slightly, eyes closed while you continue to grind down on him. “Same.” You whimper when the head of his cock pushes deliciously against your back wall, pulsing harshly. “You fill me up so perfectly.” You rock back slightly, bracing yourself on his thighs and start to slowly roll your hips. Hoping he doesn’t mind the less than frantic pace while you get used to him. He’s thick and wonderful and you know you will ache after this.

The feel of your hot, wet cunt around his cock proves to be too much. With a hiss, he rocks up into you and paints your walls with his hot seed. “Shittttt.” He groans, feeling another slight moment of respite. “Shit I - i apologize little lady for the lack of warning.” He pants, thighs shaking beneath you as his cock throbs but remains hard as steel inside of you.

You give a small chuckle and lean forward to caress his chest. “Don’t worry about it.” You press your lips to his. “You do what you need to work this out of your system. At least you are cumming now.” He’s still hard, so you start to move again, feeling like he’s not done quite yet. The slick spurts of cum start to push out of you around his cock and slide down to pool at his groin.

Ezra’s hand grips your hip, wanting you to move a little faster, and he wants you to cum too so his hand shifts to find your clit. His dark eyes look up at you, so incredibly ethereal as you move on his cock, working yourself on his length as his cum drips down onto his skin but he doesn’t care, too focused on you.

“Oh, oh fuck.” You whimper when his thumb starts to rub your clit, pressing perfectly and haphazardly against your sensitive flesh. Giving him what he wants by starting to move faster, rocking back and forth on his cock and sitting straighter so he plunges deeper into your cunt. “Oh fuck.”

Ezra hisses when your walls grip him as you start to ride him, his thumb urgently pressing against your clit. He wants you to cum for him before he fills you again. The need still surges through him but he desperately wants you to cum first. “So fucking beautiful. Like an angel Kevva herself sent to me for salvation from the burning.

You love the flowery words, making your stomach clench and you whimper again as your eyes close. “Gonna take care of you.” You promise. “Don’t- don’t want you to hurt. Want you to feel good.” One hand slides up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers and your walls flutter again. “So close. Keep- keep rubbing.” You beg, needing to cum.

Ezra obeys eagerly, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit and sweat drips down his neck, landing on the bunk below. Each roll of your hips has him groaning your name as he gets closer to his own high, but he wants to watch you fall over the edge. “Cum for me, little lady.” He orders, voice raspy and throat dry.

That voice, that is what throws you over the edge. The normally drawn out cadence that sounds like syrup is rough and makes your entire body respond to his command. Throwing your head back,  you feel your cunt lock down around his cock as you cry out. The heated rush of pleasure melting through your veins and soaking his length in a wet gush. 

“Fuckkkkk.” Ezra groans, loving how you soak him and the look on your face as you cum. Mouth open as you toss your head back in pleasure. He’s addicted, fuck, he’s addicted. He continues rubbing your clit despite you stilling, thighs shaking as you straddle him, and he groans your name again. “Fuck.” He wishes he could turn you over, fuck you hard into the bunk, but he doesn’t have that ability anymore. “Hands. Get on your hands and knees.” He orders.

His fingers still move, overstimulating you while your body jerks and shakes on top of him, trying to continue moving. “Oh Kevva.” You pant, collapsing against his chest for a moment and his hand is trapped between you. “Give me- it’s been a long time since I’ve- since I’ve cum because of someone else.” You admit. “I’ll move again in a second.”

Ezra allows you the moment to relax despite the ache in his groin. Your comfort is of the utmost importance to him despite the pain he is experiencing from the drug still pulsing in his system. "Take your time, little lady." He sighs, rubbing your back with his hand after freeing it from between your bodies.

You can feel that he is still hard, the slight rolls of his hips not escaping your blissful state. Figuring that he is still in pain and needs to cum again, you sit up and kiss his lips. “Take what you need, Ez.” You murmur softly, “don’t worry if I cum again. Use me to deal with the pain.” 

His responding groan is strangled and he hisses when you shift away from him, making him sit up while you settle into your hands and knees. “Fuck. You are gorgeous.” He hisses, slapping your ass with his hand. He grips his cock with his hand, shuffling forward until he can position his cock at your entrance. He hisses with relief when he pushes deep inside of you, your hot, wet cunt enveloping him. “Fuck little lady. So - so awe inspiring. I could ramble off lines of poetry about this pussy but I’d much rather fuck it.”

Moaning in agreement, you rock back against him. Dropping down to your elbows so you can let him take control, press you down or move you as he needs to. “It’s so good, want you to - to fuck me like you imagined.” You pant. “Before this. I know you wanted to. I wanted to fuck you too.” 

Ezra hisses at the way your walls flutter around him as he pushes deeper into you. The way your cunt grips his cock makes him breathless and he growls, gripping your hip to give himself a moment. When he has his balance, he starts to rock his hips, pushing deep before he pulls out of you. He pushes deeper each time, his pace is slow but deliberate and he kisses your spine.

If you had expected him to be fucking into you fast and furiously, you were mistaken. Moaning softly,  you stretch your spine out, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Ezra, how are you feeling?” You pant quietly, wanting to make sure he is not in any pain. 

“Good. Still - still fucking burning but you feel so good baby. So fucking good around my cock. I can’t wait to feel you cum around me again and again and again. You’re like the sweetest cavern and I cannot wait to sample your honey.” His words are scrambled but he’s so lost in how you feel.

You let him keep the pace that seems to be best for him. Knowing that he wouldn’t make himself hurt. “Whatever you want.” You promise him. “I’m here. You’re going to rest and tomorrow we will harvest more aurelac.”

Grunts escape his lips and he rocks into you with hard but precise thrusts despite the heat still surging through him. He groans your name, his fingers digging into your hip. “Fuck. Want to see you dripping with diamonds while you take my cock. Want to see you drip your juices onto a fucking gem and then I want to fuck you while we lay on a beach on some planet somewhere, just enjoying life. No more bullshit. No more running or prospecting.”

Your brow shoots up in surprise but you moan at the idea. It’s heady, thinking about never worrying again and just being able to live and relax. “You gonna fuck me every day?” You pant out. “Getting addicted to your cock.”

“Kevva.” Ezra hisses, “if I had my way, you’d sit on my cock all day. We’d only move for bodily functions and we would indulge. Laze around and do everything we - we want. I’d indulge your every desire. Whatever my little lady requires.” He pants, lost in the fantasy of being buried inside of you like this every day.

You know that he is lost in a haze of drugged sex and pleasure from being buried in your body while he works through it. It wouldn’t be fair to hold him to it when this is over, but you moan at the idea, not opposed to it at all. When he gathers all his riches, he will not need you but he will leave you available to do what you wish by yourself. You rock back and clench around him, indulging in the vision of having a partner - him - for just a moment while you go what you wish. “So good.” You whine, closing your eyes while his cock hits something amazing. 

Kissing your back, Ezra bends over you, his chest pressed against your back as he rocks his hips. “So good, my gem. Fuck - so good. Feel so good. So much better than my hand.” He hisses, rocking into you a little faster as his next high builds up.

You hum, feeling his cock start to push into you faster, collapsing down onto your cheek on the cot and moaning when the change of angle feels amazing. “You - you look so good.” You pant out. “Hard and lusty with you-your cock in your hand.”

“You are - you are created by Aphrodite herself.” He groans, rocking deep and hard as he seeks his next orgasm. “Fuck. This tight little cunt is gonna make me cum.” He hisses, his hips slamming against your ass as he picks up his pace.

“Good.” You whimper, closing your eyes as he rocks you forward on the bed. York fingers twist in his blanket and you can feel the cum and arousal sliding down your lips and dripping onto the cot. “Want you to feel good.”

Ezra hisses, his cock pulsing as he pushes deep before he paints your walls with more hot seed, pushing it out with every rock of his hips and he groans out as the pleasure takes over from the pain, the heady lust relieved for a few special moments as his cock pulses.

The chances that Ezra is done are probably fifty-fifty, but you let him collapse on top of you and pant, his lips pressing against your back. Humming, you smile at how exhausted he sounds and you wonder if this is why he had such a bad night. He had tried the filter before going to bed to see if it worked. “I wonder what is in that filter?”

Pulling out of you, Ezra kisses down your spine until he can shuffle off of the bed. He kisses your thigh and before you can gasp, he slides his tongue through your cum slick folds, not caring around his own taste but he wants you to cum once more as a thank you to helping him. “Fuck.” He groans, sliding his tongue through your folds.

“Ezraaaa.” You moan, eyes closing and shudder. “You need to rest if you are done.” 

“Not until you cum.” He growls, nose pressing against your clit as his tongue sliding into your folds with a hum of delight. The urgency has passed and he wants to thank you for helping him through such a dire situation. “Little lady,” He smacks his lips together, “I want you to cum on my tongue.”

It’s decadent, bordering obscene to lay here with your ass up while Ezra licks through your folds. Making you clench slightly when his aquiline nose presses against your puckered hold and his moan vibrates against your clit. “Oh fuck.” You grip the edges of the cot and your toes curl. “Love that mouth. Your voice- tongue.” You whimper

Ezra is eager to please, lapping a little more at your cunt, sucking on your clit and his hand caresses your side, wanting to make you feel as good as you made him feel when he was buried in your cunt.

It doesn’t take you long. The fact that you’ve been fucking for hours have you primed for another orgasm. Instead of screaming through your, it slowly overtakes your system, making you shudder and cry out a garbled whine of his name.

Ezra feels your entire body shake and he grips your hip, keeping you close while his tongue slides through your folds, flicking over your clit until your hips jerk away from him. He groans, kissing your ass cheek before he playfully bites it. “Fuck little lady, that was - so fucking delicious. Glad the incessant torture of the powder has subsided.”

You lift your head and smirk, shifting so he can lay down beside you. “Now you can rest.” When he is on his back, you turn over and caress his cheek. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“Kevva, I’m starving…and thirsty.” He admits, knowing that it’s been a while since he last ate and the energy he’s used to jerk off and fuck you. He’s starting to realize that he wants to do it again, minus the pink powder. He wants you.

Kissing him gently, you nod. “Rest.” You urge him, “I will get you some water and something to eat.” Standing on shaky legs, you stumble over to the pack that contains your nurtibars and some water for him. You bring them over along with a pack of the sani-wipes so that you can clean both of you up.

Ezra flops down onto the bed, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat that accumulated there. He rests his head on the pillow, exhaling in relief that the burn of the powder has finally left his body. “I cannot verbalize the extent of my gratitude to you, little lady, for seeing me through such a trial.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you to die of misery.” You open the bottle for him, not giving him the chance to argue that he can do it and hand it to him while you open up his nutri-bar. He needs to rest and you don’t want to watch him struggle when you can help. “Death by lack of orgasm.”

Ezra grunts as he sits up, bracing himself on his arm before he is balanced and can drink the water from the bottle. He snorts, “fuck. That’s a shit way to go. I can only spend the rest of my days telling you how sincerely grateful I am for you allowing me the chance to seek relief in your body.”

You smirk and put the bar down beside him and open the wipes. He had filled you up several times, your cum and his crusted on the inside of your thighs. Your lips are tender from fucking for so long but it’s a pleasant type of burn. “Ez, you would have done the same for me, I know you would have.” You shoot him a grin. “Besides, I had the best orgasms I’ve had in cycles.”

Ezra smirks, pleased that you enjoyed it. “My cock is available for any pleasure you seek, little lady.” His face grows serious, “I meant what I said…I want to spend a luxurious life with you.” He murmurs, watching you with a smile as you clean up.

After you clean up, you pull another wipe out and come over to Ezra. He had spent a day sweating and agonizing over his inability to cum. Being careful of his presumably raw cock, you start cleaning him up as well. “First we need to finish harvesting the aurelac and then we can decide where we want to idle away our time and fortunes.” You promise, leaning in and giving him a tender kiss. “Together.”

With a soft smile, Ezra pulls you down onto him with his arm, “together, little lady. Let’s get some rest and tomorrow I will assist you with getting rich beyond our wildest dreams. I just need to flush that damn filter. Bastard powder nearly killed me. I’m a fragile being.” He chuckles, kissing your neck.

Snuggling into him, you wrap your arm around his waist and lean your head on his shoulder. Exhausted from the day harvesting gemstones and then fucking, you close your eyes. “Strong enough to survive the Green, Ezra.” You whisper. “And this time when you leave, you will have a ship full of riches.”

“I think I have discovered the greatest treasure on the Green. You, my little lady, make me the richest man in the entire universe. I wish to keep you by my side until I draw my last breath. Now, let’s test and tomorrow, we will harvest the Queen’s Lair and escape from this Kevva cursed moon.”

****

The tranquil waters lap against the crystal white sands on Armethia, the dual suns bright in the sky. There’s no one around you, just the way you enjoy it. 

After getting back to the Pug, you discovered the price of aurelac had tripled, making the Queen’s lair even more profitable. Some, of course, had been sent to Cee, to provide for her while she is in school and whatever she chooses to do. After some convincing, you had talked Ezra into being fitted with a synthetic arm, making him feel better and right now those arms are wrapped around you, his cock buried deep inside you.

Ezra groans, kissing your neck as you rock your hips to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, little lady. You are exquisite. I am a lucky son of a bitch. You're all mine. My diamond." He murmurs, kissing along your jaw and the diamonds around your neck sparkle in the sunlight streaming into your room.

You hum, turning your head to smile down at him, caressing his cheek and pressing your lips to his while both of you continue to languidly fuck each other. Passion has been constant since that day on the Green with the pink powder, never fading away and the love between you has grown as you have journeyed to where you are right now. “All yours.” You promise, grinding down onto him. “Yours and yours alone.”

Ezra knows he may have only been seeking the Queen’s Lair but in the end, he is rich beyond his wildest dreams. Forget the credits from the aurelac, he has you. For that, he will forever thank Kevva for his fortune. You are the most incredible creature and he is lucky to call you his. He will never step foot on the Green again but it has given him the family he secretly yearned for with Cee and you. His family and his fortune…may Kevva bless him until the day he dies. Hopefully buried inside of the woman he loves.

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not to be dramatic, but if you don't share more of your thoughts about reader calling ITD!ezra daddy, i might die

written just for you, my love ❤️

In The Dark Universe

Ezra x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, daddy kink

A/N: this isn’t part of the main story, so if daddy kink isn’t your thing, feel free to skip ❤️

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It had started the second you walked through their door.

Cheeks stung with cold of the new winter wind, the shower heard running down the hall, his hands had reached for you, pulling you through the threshold. You barely got your coat off before he backed you into the entryway wall, devouring your mouth with his.

I missed your pussy so much. So much. Fuck Birdie, I wanna taste it, he breathed over your chilled skin.

His hips sought refuge in the cradle of your thighs and your fingers slipped under any piece of fabric that you could in search of his hot skin. His beard rubbed raw against your face, his consuming kisses stoking an instant hunger as the desperate excess transferred from his body to yours and when Cee’s shower turned off, you almost couldn’t push him away.

That was the beginning, but it was far from the end.

Making the three of you dinner, he sat next to you when he ate. Cleaning the kitchen afterwards, his fingers constantly brushed yours while taking the plates and glasses from you. When Cee went to the bathroom, he pulled you flush against his body, nibbling the length of your neck.

Afterwards, he read on the couch while you studied and you felt the weight of his presence in the small space, the warmth of his skin still felt under your palms. His eyes on you, your own strayed to his figure more than they should have and it was starting to become too much.

Cee sitting at the table, you stood to get a drink and you felt his eyes track your movements; his book a prop in his hands.

You had thought that maybe he would leave you alone with her around, but he didn’t — he was simply biding his time.

He wanted your arousal to build

Standing too close behind you at the kitchen sink when Cee went to get something from her room

And build

Cupping you through your leggings while you let out a shaky sigh

And build

Digging his fingers into you while you braced yourself on the cool rim of the stainless steel and bit your lip to quell a moan

And build

That last one had you arching your back to press your ass against his lap, your face crumpling into a frown with a soft whimper. You looked so desperate, your features almost pained when he breathed warm into your ear and enveloped the lobe of it with his mouth. Your hand was ready to take his and push it underneath the waistband of your leggings to reward him with the slick wetness you knew he was after, but when you mouthed the word please with a strain, Cee shut the door to her room.

The warmth of his body lost immediately, he left you at the sink and plucking a dish towel from the counter to pretend he was drying a plate, he peeked at you out of the corner of his eye.

Still there, hands braced, taking a steadying breath.

He questioned for a moment if it was too much, especially with no real way tonight to give you what you needed. He thought maybe he should stop — but then Cee got a text.

“Oh shit.” Her eyes scanned her phone, her laptop hanging limp in her hand. “I forgot I was supposed to meet someone tonight. To go over their draft.” She looked up, a look of apology on her delicate features. “You wanna walk to the train together?”

Glancing at your materials spread all over their table, you shook your head.

“No, you go. I’ll pack up.”

“I’ll make sure she gets home alright,” Ezra said, and the deep pull of arousal in your belly increased tenfold, a physical blow that had you almost curling over.

He grinned.

–

She left, and after a beat, he grabbed your wrist to drag you down the hall.

Five minutes later, he had stripped your clothes off and placed you standing at the end of his bed.

Ten; his mouth latched onto your breast with a harsh suck while he fucked you with his slick soaked fingers.

Fifteen; he added a third, pulling them out right before you came, pushing you back on the bed so he could force you to the edge again, this time with his mouth.

Your body tensing, your thighs trembling against his cheeks, you pleaded for him to keep going as his arms curled around the top of your thighs to pull you open wider - but the second the sweet words left your lips, he pulled away.

“No,” you sobbed, your body thrumming like a live wire. Your hand slipped down to seek out your clit, and he tsked, knocking it away. Climbing over you, he smirked at the way your hips lifted unconsciously to seek him out.

It had been hours since that kiss in the hallway, hours surrounded by his heady presence, hours in which he took every single opportunity he was given to touch you, to let his eyes run over you, to let you feel the blatant want rolling off him in waves.

You’re were dying.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he praises with a low hum of content. “You want me to fuck you now?”

You nod instantly, your eyes closed with a frown at his deep voice breathing out the lewd words. “You want these?”

Bracing himself above you, he runs his fingers down the plane of your chest, over the slope of your belly and further down, he parts you, sliding them smoothly back inside.

Anything. You’d take anything right now; your hips rolling against his hand. You help him, placing your hand over his own larger one to push his fingers deeper, to fill you fuller and when you start to grind your clit against the heel of it, clenching greedily around the thick digits, he takes his hand away.

Slick drips down the curve of your ass as you whine, and he smiles.

“Roll over, baby,” he orders, kneeling to position you in place.

Getting on all fours in front of him, your pussy aligns just right with his aching cock, and he spreads you with one hand while he starts to fuck you with just the tip; his hold not letting you push back any further. “Is this what you want?”

Please, please, please, you chant breathlessly, your fingers flexing and bunching against his sheets, the emptiness driving you mad. Please Ezra, please – and the sweet pleading finally breaks him; your breath catching in your throat when he shoves himself in down to the base.

Starting slow, he smiles when you meet every one of his thrusts, clearly needing more. So wet, you take him effortlessly and encouraged by the slide, he starts to become brutal in his strokes and punishing in his pace.

You grip what you can to hang on, your fingers digging into the cool cotton as the ache inside you is finally being soothed by his cock. It’s loud - the slap of his skin against yours, the moans you let pour out into his comforter when you fall to rest on your elbows, his grunts with every push forward – and the crack of his palm against your ass covers them all; again, again.

“You like to get fucked like this?” he asks, panting the words out as he grasps your hair with a tug, pulling your head up and back. Your teeth clench together, the curve of your spine severe - but that spot inside that he’s fucking against blur pain with overwhelming pleasure, the tips of your breasts tightening with it. “You want it rough?”

It’s a lot - fuck, it’s a lot - and when all you can say is “uh huh” with a cry, he grips your hair tighter, slamming your ass back into the bones of his hips. The mesmerizing bounce of it on his cock is enough to make him almost come, heat building at the base of his spine, sweat beading along his tailbone and he lets your hair go, gripping bruisingly around the curve of your hips.

Black creeps along the edges of your vision, your mouth slack as you press your face into a pillow that floods your senses with the scent of him and your brow pinches with the weight of what’s building inside you. When he splays his hand across the width of your back to keep you face down as his hips snap against your ass harder, you don’t even realize when it slips from your mouth.

“Daddy,” the word barely audible, swallowed by cotton.

“Daddy,” said a little bit louder; this time, a plea as you tighten.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” louder still with a sob, your pussy pulling him deeper with every stroke and his hands wrap around the bends of your elbows, tugging you up into a kneeling position. You cry out, your voice hoarse.

“Daddy, huh?” His voice is thick with lust, laced with a edge of cruel teasing and you probably should be embarrassed, but arousal pushes over every sensation. “You can call me that. Want daddy to help you?”

You nod, his hand wrapping around the base of your throat and he grinds his cock deep, pushing in further than he’s ever gotten. You squirm in his hold, and he forces you down onto his lap.

“Fuck, Ez—,” you beg, a thick swallow felt under his palm and your nails dig into the flesh of his forearm, trying to adjust.

He shakes his head, his mouth dragging along the top of your spine. “No, baby. Not Ezra.”

Trapped by his hold on you, his hand is a weighty drag down the front of your body, his fingers seeking out your clit. He pulls your thigh open wider, and finding the pearl he can feel above where you’re stretched wide around him, you try to curl forward with a cry; arousal lighting a flame that washes hot over your skin.

“Daddy!” you plead, blatantly begging. “Daddy, daddy. Please daddy. Please fuck me.”

The release that was building inside you hurts, the weight of his cock resting heavy in your cunt not enough to do anything, your mind gone with the need to come.

The grin that stretches his whiskered cheeks is feral; his dimple deep. The pads of his fingers start a maddeningly slow circle and your clench around him is so tight it’s almost painful.

The husk of his voice makes you shiver when he speaks low into your ear, the sound of it almost lost under the pounding of your heart.

“Say it again, Birdie. Let daddy hear you.”

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