ok dani here’s a headcanon for you - i think ezra likes it when he has to shut up during sex, when he’s with someone who makes him stop talking for a change
Astrid, you sent me this in November 2021... It was supposed to be a five sentences challenge, but between three years ago and now, I went in a different direction. Sorry for the wait, but think it might have been worth it 😌
Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x f!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+!, smut, also: spoilers for Prospect)
You’ve been on the Green Moon together for two months now.
Ezra, hesitant to go back after what happened the last time he was here, was eventually won over because of the filters Kaslo Porting installed. Spore counts are low and dust is absent from the surface. On your joint income, you got a better landing pod - large enough to fit a bed, an ultrasonic shower. When it’s dark, it almost resembles an apartment. It’s where you spend the time you aren’t prospecting. You spend the day in the forest, finding and harvesting Aurelac, watching as Ezra extracts the gems. Even one-handed, he’s good at it, much better than you, efficiently switching between chemicals and tools.
Today’s harvest is fruitful; your collection case is almost full, which means you can almost go home. When you return to your pod, you share a meal. After, you take turns to freshen up, the vibrations relieving some of the ache in your arms and back.
When you step out of the shower, Ezra’s in bed, and you make your way to him. You watch as he turns the pages of the magazine in his lap in search of something, keeping the paper down with his palm when he finds what he’s looking for. His reading glasses are perched on the tip of his nose, threatening to slip off… until you reach down and carefully push them back up. Without looking up from his reading, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand in thanks.
“Do you think we should get this new edition of the Crusader Laser Scalpel?” he asks.
“New edition?” you reply. “It’s probably too expensive.”
Ezra looks up at you with a smile. “Not after we bring our case of gold back up.”
You lift the magazine, turning it so you can read. “Ralon’s latest laser tool for precision cutting now comes with a glove that effectively lowers the required skill level of individuals during harvesting,” you recite while you climb in Ezra’s lap. “Do you really think we need that?”
“The glove might… aid me with my cramps,” he says carefully, clenching and unclenching his fist.
Your expression immediately softens. Closing the magazine, you put it next to his pillow, before taking off his reading glasses, folding them neatly and putting them on top of the glossy front cover. Taking his hand in yours, you massage his palm. “We'll get it when we get back,” you agree.
Giving you a thankful smile, Ezra slumps back against the headboard, eyes slipping closed as you relieve the pain in his hand. His hips buck under you when your thumb rolls over a good spot, and you bite your lip when you feel how your close proximity and ministrations affect him.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs, his hand slipping from your grasp to settle on your warm thigh.
You stroke his face, thumb tracing the scar under his eye, sliding down his nose, over his moustache, to his full bottom lip. “About what?” you ask, amused, guiding his face closer.
A warm, rumbling sound leaves his throat when his mouth seals over yours. With a swipe of his tongue, he tastes you. “Making you sit on my cock,” he answers between kisses.
“Hmm, is that so?” you smile, heat pooling in your stomach at the simple admission. Reaching between the two of you, you pull the waistband of his boxers down, hooking the fabric under his balls. Ezra pulls away from your mouth with a groan, allowing you to swipe your tongue over your palm and close it around his hardening cock. With a few strokes, you get him wet, using the rest of your saliva on yourself when you hook your underwear to the side and drag your hand between your legs. Twin moans fill the room when you press yourself down against him, your pussy sliding along his shaft with an experimental roll of your hips. “Like this?”
“Not how I envisioned it, but….,” he laughs around a groan when your stiff clit rolls over the swollen tip of his cock, “...as always that pretty head of yours knows just how to make my fantasies even more erotic.”
Heated pride tingles up your spine. The muscles in your thighs work with more deliberation to move yourself up and down over his cock, your hands sliding up over Ezra’s bare chest to his shoulders to give yourself more leverage. A helpful hand reaches down, clamping over the soft skin at your hip to guide your movements while Ezra's thumb hooks your underwear out of the way.
His gaze is trained on the way he disappears between the lips of your pussy, babbling all the while, choruses of “Yeah, fuck”s, “Just like that”s, and “Don’t stop”s, mixed in with curious, affectionate nicknames for you he seems to be making up on the spot. On his third “It’s so good like this,” you shush him with a little laugh.
“Can’t,” he says, the word coming out breathy. “Not unless you were to make me.”
Your hips twitch when you drag yourself over him at a new angle, “Hmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He looks up and something changes in his expression, with a glint in his eye and a subtle upturn of one of the corners of his mouth. One of the hands you have on his shoulder moves, your thumb dipping in the hollow of his throat. “How?” you ask, fingers tightening on the side of his neck. “Like this?”
His throat bobs under your touch, voice rough when he says, “Close.”
With a frown, your hand slides upward, the slight stubble there scraping against your palm. Your fingers dig into the skin below his jaw. “Here?”
“Closer,” he manages. Sweat begins gathering at his brow, and his face turns a pretty shade of red.
Straightaway, your hand lifts from his neck to dig a thumb and forefinger into his cheeks, shoving his head back against the headboard. “Show me,” you growl, grinding down against him.
You expect him to cover your hand with his, to guide you to the right place and squeeze where he needs it. You don’t expect his mouth to open, his tongue to roll out, his eyes to find yours, shiny with lust… Something in you takes over, makes two fingers of the hand you hold his face with slide over his waiting tongue. His lips close around the digits immediately, his tongue swirling around them before he hollows his cheeks with a suck. When you begin to pull back, he whines, sucking harder until his mouth opens around your fingers. “That’s i–”
“Shh,” you say sharply. Your fingers thrust into his mouth, the tips of them skating along the back of his tongue and pushing down. His groan is muffled, saliva sputtering out over the back of your hand when he gags, tears springing into his eyes while you draw little circles over the slick muscle under your fingers. His cock throbs against your cunt, hardening under you while you clench on his shaft and coat him in more of your arousal. “Those are pretty sounds, Ezra. Those are the only ones I want to hear from you.”
Ezra’s eyes stay on yours, glazing over while his jaw drops further, allowing you to repeat your actions. Prepared this time, his throat only makes a squelching sound in response. It goes straight between your legs when it fills the room as you fuck his throat, when a thick string of spit begins sliding down his chin.
“I’m gonna make you come like this, baby,” you promise, your hips picking up speed as you spread your fingers on his tongue, before thrusting them back into the back of his throat. “And afterwards, I’m going to sit on this handsome face.”
