Ezra Miller One shots.

Warmth

Ezra Miller x Reader

Summary: Ezra's mother knitted you a uncomfortable sweater.

You unlocked Ezra's front door with your key. His house was as clean as possible, it looked messy due to him owning a bunch of items; items that would be titled as "worthless", yet they still meant something to Ezra.

You shivered in the cold air. Ezra's house was deemed as freezing. He always had the AC on full blast. You never understood why.

You set your bag down on his couch, quickly kicking off your shoes and putting them beside Ezra's neatly.

Looking around his house. There was fog on the windows. You walked over to Ezra's room, he had some clothes laid out on the bed.

You jumped onto his bed and hid under the covers. Under his multiple blankets; it was warm and comfortable.

You felt the weight of the blankets on your body. Suddenly the door opened a bit more. You took your head out from under the covers. There behold Ezra was standing in front of the bed with a towel wrapped around his hips.

You could see his V-line, toned abs, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. The droplets would eventually flow down his back or stomach.

You tore your eyes off of him. No matter how many times you've seen Ezra's body, it always does stuff to you.

Ezra smirked as he grabbed his clean pair of underwear. You put your head back under the blanket until he had his underwear on.

You sat more up, letting the blanket drop to your lap. You stared at Ezra's hair. It was darker when it was wet, it feel onto either side of his face, dripping with drips.

"Are you cold? Mom made something for you again." Ezra chuckled, knowing what happened last time his mother made you something.

It was a article of clothing, a sweater to be exact. The sweater was hand knit out of a itchy material. You ended up getting a really bad rash all over your arms and ribs.

She has also made you a hat, scarf, mittens, slippers, headband, she made your cat a outfit.

Each time you wore whatever she knit, you broke out in hives and rashes.

You looked at Ezra with a smile on your face. "I'm not cold. Your house is cold." You hummed, looking down at his collarbones. They popped out so perfectly.

Ezra grinned, "Really? My mom still wants a picture of you in the sweater." Ezra chimed. He looked down at your arms, they had goose bumps on them. He wasn't sure if it was because of his fresh body or the cold air.

"Seriously? I love your mom but she keeps making me these itchy knitted stuff and they make me itch really hard." You complained, there was no whining in your voice though.

"If you loved her you would take the picture, sweetheart." Ezra joked, Ezra sat down on the bed beside you.

You scoffed, tracing a hand over Ezra's spinal bone. "I was thinking of doing something else..." you hummed, pausing for a second. "But I guess we'll take the picture." You shrugged. Removing your hand off of Ezra.

He looked a bit annoyed at you teasing him. "I was just joking, my mom doesn't want a picture." Ezra argued. He felt a incredible sensation whenever you touched him so subtly.

You shrugged your shoulders. Licking your lips at the sight of his toned arms. "Can we watch that movie you were asking about?" You chided, trying not to sound excited.

Ezra was holding back from kissing you passionately. "Umm yeah- sure- of course." Ezra stumbled on his words.