The gold (Declan Rice/Ben Chilwell)
[ In which you’re Mason’s little sister and you and Declan have been together for months behind Mason’s back. You go to a party for the England NT, and he pretends he’s never met you. ]
y’all be warned declans a real dick in this <3
I’m sure he’s lovely irl but I needed a villain <3
gif creds : @nizilicious
It wasn’t very often that your brother asked you to come to these sorts of events with him, usually choosing to bring whatever fling he was currently with. This time, however, he’d asked you to join him to a get-together with the England NT. Mason had warned you that it was going to be more of a party to get absolutely pissed than anything, but you’d still agreed to join him.
He’d asked you last-minute and you hadn’t had the chance to let your boyfriend of seven months know that you’d be joining him at the party, along with your brother. You and Declan had been together (behind Mason’s - and everyone else’s) back, for just over half a year now. He loved privacy, he said. So it’d be better if we just kept it all a secret, he said.
And you hadn’t really minded. Dec was kind, and loving - a little stubborn at times, but you liked that about him. He treated you decently, and you two had a decent relationship. He wasn’t a Prince Charming, and he wasn’t a perfect boyfriend - but was there ever such a thing?
Mason helped you out of the car, allowing you to use him to balance yourself as your heels hit the pavement. The two of you made it inside the pub, which they’d hired for the night. Of course they had.
The two of you were surrounded by Mason’s teammates the second the two of you entered the pub, greeting and hugging and laughing. Mason introduced you to the group with a simple: “Boys, this is my sister, stay the fuck away.”
Mason took you away to meet someone ‘of utmost importance’, and before you know it you were standing right in front of your boyfriend, whose eyes travelled up and down your body with a frown. “Hey Dec.” You tried, looking between him and your brother.
“Do you two know each other?” Mason inquired, giving Dec a warning look.
“Nah mate.” Declan was quick to shut him down. “Never met her.” He shrugged then, and gave you a look that had you wanting to hide and never be found. “I’m Declan.” He introduced himself, eyes still narrowed in silent warning. He clearly didn’t want you to tell Mase.
You said your name with a soft nod of your head, and took a step back when Mason let out a pleased sound at your ‘first meeting’ with his best mate, and the two fell into easy conversation.
You moved away from the pair and headed to the bar to fix yourself a drink, taking a seat. You decided to send Declan a text, trying to diffuse the tense situation.
—Nice to meet you, Dec.
The reply was almost instant and it made you frown even more than you already were.
—Stop fucking playing. This isn’t funny. Stay away tonight and we can talk in the morning.
You sit at the bar for most of the night, sipping your drink slowly as you watch the men catch up and fool around from afar. You’d always liked people-watching, anyway - and the drink was pretty good.
It was two minutes to twelve when you overheard a voice you knew well, chatting away to his friends.
“And Mount’s sister?” Someone remarked. “Would you get with her?”
Declan’s first reply was one that made you feel like crying.
“Nah, I’m more of a fling kind a guy anyway - and mate- as if I would ever go for Mason’s sister. Have you seen her? D’you really think I would stoop that fucking low? Complete opposite of my type, that’s for fucking sure.” He laughed then, but the sound wasn’t comforting like it usually was. Now his laughter sounded cruel, and acted like a soundtrack to the breaking of your heart. “I’d rather fuck Mason himself than that girl.”
“That’s enough, Rice.” You heard Chilwell’s voice, with a very sharp edge to it. “Show some fucking respect.”
You were crying now, tears falling into your drink as you pushed your chair away from the bar, and walked towards the door. You were done for tonight, and you needed some fresh air. A call of your name made you turn around, and you spun back to meet eyes with your supposed boyfriend. You could see the realisation in his eyes, he knew that you’d heard, and he even looked slightly apologetic.
“Wait-“ You hear behind you, but you don’t listen until there’s a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop. “Come on, sweetheart.” He said, voice sweet now, as he tried to talk you down. “I didn’t mean any of it - I love you.”
“You’re a fucking tosser, Rice.” You spat, shrugging his hand off. “We’re fucking done.” You gave him a shove backwards, and turned your back on him again, walking into the rain without a clear destination, just an urge to get as far away from him as possible.
He called our your name again, following you further into the pouring rain. “Sweetheart!” His voice cracking as he yelled, and he seemed to be crying too, now. “Please - I didn’t mean to-“
“What the fuck have you done, Dec?” You heard your brother, voice strained as he spoke to his supposed best mate, giving him a proper shove backwards. “What the fuck have I just heard inside?” Mason was fuming. “What the hell did you say about my sister?”
“Mase-“ He hiccuped, shaking his head as he tried to regain some of his composure. “I-“ He took a deep breath. “For fuck’s sake.”
“What is your fucking problem, Dec?”
You continued to walk as you heard the boys shout at each other, but you couldn’t be bothered to separate them, simply continuing on your way into the rain. You’d always found the rain peaceful, it’s constant pouring creating that rhythmic sound of continuous pattering. You quickly found a nice place to sit down, a piece of elevated pavement, where you could sit comfortably, pulling your knees to your chest. You couldn’t even find it in you to cry, anymore.
You heard footsteps then, but they were soft, and gentle - as if the person who they belonged to didn’t want to disturb your peace. They draped a large coat over you, an oversized Chelsea jumper, before they sat down next to you. You could recognise Benji from his cologne alone, and couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face when you realised who’d come after you.
He waited until you looked at him, and when you did - you could see the worry in his eyes. “Wanna talk about it, Mount?” He said softly, eyes kind - smile hesitant.
You shrugged in response as a shiver ran down your spine- the cold rain affecting your temperature.
“Dunno.” You offered, pretending to be careless about the subject. “Rice is a fucking tosser.”
He chuckled softly. “Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.” Ben shuffled a little closer to you, fighting the urge to wrap his arm around you to provide you with some more warmth. He just - didn’t want to overstep. “Can I…” He questioned softly, and only proceeded when he saw you nod with ferocity. “What was going on between you and him?”
“I don’t even know, Benji.” You answered with a sigh, cuddling closer to him. “I thought he genuinely liked me - but now I’m more inclined to believe that he was just trying to get under Mason’s skin.”
“I wanted to deck him for the shit he was saying about you.” He remarked, and you felt his hold on you tighten. “I almost did.”
You smiled, nudging him with your head. “I know. I heard you defend me.” You paused, just looking into his eyes for a little bit, admiring the way the moonlight complimented them perfectly. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” He retorted. “No one ever gets to say that type of stuff about my…” You tensed, awaiting the rest of his reply. “…uh, about you, as long as I’m around.” He finished hesitantly.
“About your?…” You questioned, eyebrows raised as you looked at him through your wet lashes. Bloody rain.
“Do you need me to spell it out, Mount?” He whispered, and you could almost feel how nervous he was.
“No.” Came your reply as you broke the eye contact, snuggled back into his side and let out a comfortable sigh. “We should talk about this when I’m not heartbroken, and we’re not sitting in the pouring rain at three in the bloody morning.”
He kissed the top of your head and made a soft sound of agreement. “That is a brilliant idea.”
Dad Mason or Declan please 🤗🤗 if Ines not the dad, then his the uncle 🤩🤩
POOH BEAR — Declan Rice
summary: when y/n and declan both kept their pregnancy in private and after giving birth, they decided to share their son’s daily activities on social media (p/s: y/n is mason younger sister)
warning: english is not my first language
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declanrice I know it’s a bit late to announce this news but my lovely fiancé y/n had gave birth to a healthy little boy, he’s 6 months old and his name is Bear Ewan Rice 🐻
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jeffrey_99 Welcome to this world baby Bear
hheq 🐻 hii
y/username hii my baby bear
masonmount ✓ I can't believe that my little sister and my best friend now have a baby together
declanrice ✓ You have to now 😏
benchilwell ✓ Baby Bear is here
judebellingham ✓ You are so lucky mate
declanrice ✓ Yea, SO SO SO LUCKY
england ✓ Congratulations @y/username & @declanrice!!
y/username Thank you 🙏🏻
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y/username My name is Bear, but mummy love Pooh bear so mummy and daddy use to call me Pooh 😁
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declanrice ✓ My son 🥺
y/username He miss you already dec
declanrice ✓ Oh no my baby 🥺🥺
y/username And i miss you too
declanrice ✓ I’m gonna leave everything and came home to you
bellahadid ✓ Do you have any plan tomorrow?
y/username Yea we have plan tomorrow 🥺 why?
bellahadid ✓ Nothing, just miss you y/n
y/username What?! haha 😂😂
trww Look at his feed
declanrice Morning with my two sunshine ☀️
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masonmount ✓ You and your wife and Bear hurry up, everyone is waiting 🐸
lukeshaw23 ✓ I can’t wait to meet Bear
benchilwell ✓ I'm busy today so I can't go out with everyone and Bear 😞😞
y/username Uh oh Bear is missing you too uncle Ben
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declanrice It was a fateful day the day i met y/n, even though she's Mason's little sister, I've never talked to her, but y/n made me happiest man than ever and now thinking back if i had canceled that interview then maybe I wouldn't have married her and maybe Bear wouldn't have appeared either in my life. How lucky i am
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erlkwe You’re so FUCKING handsome 🤌
slow_bit_by I wanna see your son face declan
declanrice ✓ Sadly that we decided not to show pictures of our son's face on social media, you know.. for privacy
declan_rice is there anyone here like me, i really adore y/n but i like to see Declan with h/ex/n more..
georginahelias i think y/n is the 3rd person, stealing someone else's lover
y/bff/n I wasn't supposed to say anything but I saw you guys commenting and talking about my best friend and her husband so I'll make it clear, looks like you haven't heard of Declan and h/ex/n broke up 2 years ago when y/n dated Declan and by the way, h/ex/n was really the one who cheated on Declan and only dated Declan for his money. Is it all clear now? 🙂
declanrice ✓ First of all, my wife is not the one who interfered in the love affair between me and my ex-girlfriend. It was me who realized that the love between me and h/ex/n was no longer the same, more specifically, i realized that she loved me not only for money but also for many other things (not in a healthy ways). Second, i started to realize my feelings for y/n was when I first met y/n 2 years after I broke up with h/ex/n… I never really wanted to talk about it on social media often to people we don't know, but the way you leave a comment about my wife like this, i’m really disappointed in you as a Declan Rice fan. I hope this is the first and also the last time I bring this up. I also hope you don't judge other people's private lives without really knowing it. Especially saying things that are not true about my wife as well as me and our families. Thank you! @declan_rice @georginahelias
y/username Awww thank you baby 🥺
declanrice ✓ y/n, you don't deserve this
weyygew Please read everything carefully before commenting 🙂🙂
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y/username Who is this???????
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hoskelsw Its Declan 🍚
nathanwood_ Y/n we miss Bear
y/username You guys don’t miss me??
jazbenham How was Bear? Is he cry alot??
y/username Nope he’a totally fine
benham_7 You and Rice make such a cute baby
y/username Haha 😆
ricedayandnight Declan so good looking, urghhh
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declanrice Oops someone tired already 🥺🥺
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masonmount ✓ GUYS I’M BEAR EWAN RICE GODFATHER 😀😀😀😀
maceymason @hallofreddin Ahhhhh
freddenhwq Congratz @masonmount
sonnyperkins ✓ 😍😍
ricefan I see his face 😯
y/username Yea he having so much fun today
declanrice While Bear is sleeping, shouldn't we spend some time alone? 😎
y/username 😆 We shoulddd!!!!
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y/username He seems to have a hunch, so he woke up just as we were getting ready to go out for a romantic dinner.. but Bear is awake 😜
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declanrice ✓ So funny, when he woke up, he saw me he wasn't crying until he saw you 😂
iloverice The outfit 🥺 So adorable
joeyrewwini I'm so curious about some cute stories between you and Declan when you both start to date
uswithracgel Yea yea, do you mind tell us
tashlataaylor I wanted to know too
masonmount ✓ Me me me i wanna hear
y/username 🙄 Speaking of cute, sweet things he did for me, while i was dating Declan he did quite a lot of sweet things for me, I clearly remember that day we had a small arguments. I accidently yelled at him, but in the end he didn't get mad and he also cooked me a dinner… And he said to me “I know you're upset, so every time you feel that way, i will accept everything just to make you happy and i love you” and there’s time when we celebrate our 3 years anniversary, he ask me to have kids with him then i ask him “How many kids do you want with me in the future?”, he said “I personally want 6 kids with you and only you..”. That’s it
declanrice ✓ It’s time for us to make baby number 2
y/username Isn’t it too soon 😂😂
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declanrice Daddy Bear, Mommy Bear & Baby Bear… Welcome to the BEAR FAMILY!! Grrgg 🐻
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h/mom/n The caption is so cute 😂 Nanna Bear is here too 😂
y/username Ello there Nanny Bear
h/dad/n Oh ello there Nanny Bear, i’m Gramps Bear 🤜🤛
y/username So funny 😂😂
masonmount ✓ Gosh you’re such a big fan of Pooh Bear 🙂 Don't tell me my next niece/nephew name is Pooh?
declanrice ✓ She is gonna name our next child Pooh 🥲 but idk if ‘Pooh’ is its first or middle name…
masonmount ✓ Do anything to make her change her mind, plzz
benchilwell ✓ I mean Pooh is kinda cute
y/username Yea, only @benchilwell know me best
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A begging game at the boxing
Mason Mount x Reader
Word Count: 6.9k
After he’s been acting up since your threesome with Dec, you and Mason end up playing a game of teasing whilst out at the boxing, but who wins?
This is a follow on from: Two’s company, three’s even better
Since your three-way evening of passion with Mason and Dec, things between you and Mason had gone a little sour. The first few days were fine, until he started making snide remarks about Dec, and you potentially enjoying him more than Mason. He’d hardly touched you since that evening and it was really starting to bother you, especially as normally he struggles to keep his hands to himself. He clearly was overthinking it and you realised the whole thing had been a big mistake, despite it being his idea in the first place.
You were both attending the Joshua V Usyk fight this evening, although you weren’t really in the mood to be in the company of Mason at the moment, you had no option but to go as his Dad had arranged the tickets and you didn’t want to let him down. He was picking you both up at 5oclock and had offered to drive Dec too so you still had a few hours to get ready, even though you were not feeling up to getting glam. Mason’s stylist was on her way over to show him some outfits she had picked out for him, secretly hoping anything she had chosen would be awful. You had met her briefly on a couple of occasions before today, she seemed like a nice girl and Mason got on well with her as she dressed a few of his other friends through football, and when she arrived you decided to take yourself off for a shower to get out of the way, trying to avoid revealing the tension between you and Mason. When you jumped out of the shower you were scanning over your clothes, deciding what to wear; not wanting to be overdressed as it was a boxing match, but still needing to look presentable as cameras would be on Mason and it was one of your first outings together in public since being ‘official’.
You pulled out a pair of jeans, a top and a pair of heels, laying them out on the bed before blow drying your hair, and you pulled on your robe so you could pop downstairs to grab yourself a drink whilst you finished off getting ready. From the kitchen you could see Mason stood in the garden, currently wearing an all-black outfit as the stylist was fetching a jacket from the rail she had brought with her. You watched from inside as they chatted away, giggling at each other every so often, whilst you sipped on the glass of wine you had just poured.
“Oh y/n come and have a look, what do you think?” his stylist shouted over to you through the patio doors when she noticed you were there.
“Yeah, looks good” You grumbled through gritted teeth as you walked over to them both, not really wanting to give him the satisfaction that he looked nice.
“All eyes on Mase tonight” she added, as she pulled the jacket off the hanger to pass to him.
“All thanks to you” he smiled at her, before moving his gaze to you and then back to her clearly trying to piss you off “Where would I be without you hey?” he added.
You clenched your jaw, trying to look the least bit bothered as you knew he was doing it on purpose to try and get a reaction out of you.
“Do you know what you’re wearing?” she asked as she turned around to you whilst Mason put the jacket on.
“Not too sure, wouldn’t want to upstage prince charming would I” you sneered, taking a gulp of your wine.
“Would that be possible?” he joked, the arrogance forcing you to bite your tongue so you didn’t snap.
“What do you think of the jacket?” she asked, chuckling at Mason’s joke, smoothing out his collar.
“Yeah it’s nice” you mumbled as you began to walk off.
“As nice as Dec?” he teased with one eyebrow raised, and your neck snapped back around to scowl at him, letting him know he’d pushed his luck.
“The jackets nice, just a shame about the person wearing it” you scoffed as you stormed off, putting your now empty glass down on the kitchen island before heading back upstairs.
No way was that cocky shit going to wind you up anymore tonight. If he wants to be a prick, then you’ll play him at his own game, but ten times worse. You finished getting yourself ready, applying more make up than you were originally planning on, then you added loose curls into your hair and finally slipped into the sexiest set of lingerie you own, which included a suspender belt and stockings.
You were done with being made to feel guilty about Declan, yes you enjoyed yourself in the moment but it was a onetime thing and nothing more.
You stepped into your favourite black stilettos and then rummaged through the wardrobe looking for the perfect addition to your outfit, your Burberry trench coat. You weren’t going to wear anything else under it and you wanted Mason to know that before you had to leave the house, so you stood in the bathroom and put your arms through the sleeves of the coat, leaving the buttons and belt undone for now.
You heard Mason saying his goodbyes to the stylist, followed by his footsteps coming up the stairs as he searched for you.
“You nearly ready?” he shouted.
“I’ll be ready for 5, just like your dad said” you snapped, topping up your lip gloss in the mirror.
“Dec will be here in a minute” he added as his footsteps neared
“Can’t wait” you sniggered, running a quick glance over your outfit, or the lack of it.
“Did you really have to react like that before?” he scolded, as he stepped into the bathroom doorway
“You’re the one acting like an arsehole” you replied whilst staring in the mirror, twirling your fingers in your hair to style the curls just how you wanted them to fall.
“Yeah because you clearly preferred Dec the other night” he snarled, pulling his collar away from his neck at the sight of you.
You could see his reaction in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes widening and his cheeks burning up as he looked you up and down, and his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to work out why you already had your coat on before you had gotten dressed.
“Then I guess there’s no point fucking you ever again is there” you sighed as you spritzed yourself with Mason’s favourite perfume you only ever wear on specials occasions, “I may as well just fuck Dec from now on after the way you’ve treated me”.
“You don’t mean that” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor as he felt uncomfortable hearing those words.
The doorbell rang.
“That must be your dad… or Dec, better get going hadn’t we” you smiled as you tied your coat belt before grabbing your bag and pushing past him.
He watched as you walked down the stairs in nothing but a coat and underwear, having to take a few moments to regain his thoughts and realise that’s what you were going out in tonight.
“Tony! How are you?” you grinned as you answered the door to Masons dad.
“Oh, I’m good thanks, how are you? All ready to go?” he questioned, popping his head through the doorway looking for Mason.
“Pretty boy is still doing his hair… and I think that might be Dec now” you smiled, walking to the kitchen to get your house keys after noticing Dec pulling onto the drive to park up next to Mason’s car.
Tony said he would wait in the car with Declan whilst you locked up, and Mason eventually came down the stairs as you stood tapping a finger on your watch, his jaw clenched and his darker than usual eyes giving you daggers. As you turned to set the house alarm, Mason pressed his chest against your back, his lips ghosting your ear which sent shivers down your spine.
“Are you really coming out dressed like that?” he growled through gritted teeth.
“You better hope it’s not windy out babe, wouldn’t want either of them to see up my dress would we?” you smirked as you tilted your head back to him.
“You’re not fucking wearing one!” his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. Silly me.” you replied sarcastically, tapping him on the chest before stepping out of the house and locking the door behind you both.
On the drive there, Mason decided to sit in the back with you, despite you telling him to sit in the front with his dad, but he was having none of it. He wasn’t leaving you on a back seat with Declan ever again, especially with the way you were acting.
As his dad interrogated both of the lads about this week’s training, throwing the odd question in your direction to make you feel included, you made sure your coat had hitched up enough to show the band from your stockings and your bare thighs. Mason glanced down every few seconds, licking his lips and then bringing his eyes up to yours as he replied to his dad’s questions half-heartedly, not paying much attention to the conversation.
Fifteen minutes into the journey and a few death stares from Mason later, you were halfway to the arena where the boxing was taking place, deciding you needed to wind your boyfriend up a little more.
“It’s a bit hot in here, can we turn the air con on please” you asked, fanning your face with your hand.
“I’m not surprised, why don’t you take your coat off?” his dad replied, as he fiddled with the settings on the car dash.
Mason’s fingers rubbed his forehead and he bit his lip at his dad’s words, knowing there was nothing else underneath your coat he was telling you to remove.
“Good idea” you grinned as you started untying the belt on your trenchcoat slowly.
Masons arm snapped in front of you, grabbing your hand still whilst his other rubbed his temple as he stared out of the window. You were clearly getting to him, which is exactly what you wanted and it was his own fault for starting it.
“What’s up with you mate?” Dec probed, turning around to look at Mason’s head which was now in his hand, noticing his odd behaviour.
“I’ve got a headache” Mason mumbled as he turned to look at you “A massive one!”.
The three of them exchanged conversation as you scrolled through your phone in a huff, until a familiar song came on the radio, grabbing your attention. Divinyls – Touch Myself. You chuckled to yourself as you listened to the lyrics.
Seen as though you couldn’t actually sit on the back seat of his dad’s car in nothing but lingerie, you decided to try and test Mason one more time by stroking your fingers along your own thigh, waiting for it to grab Mason’s attention. Once it did, you slowly tickled your skin higher and higher until you reached your thong, Mason’s eyes fixed on your hand as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed the knot in his throat, anticipating your next move.
“Dec, did you dress yourself or pay an over-priced and pointless stylist too?” you smirked, as you parted your knees slightly.
“Myself…” he shrugged, trying to perfect his hair in the overhead mirror of the car, Mason’s eyebrows knitting together at you as a warning.
“Maybe you should dress Mason from now on…” you teased as you licked your lips, ignoring Mason’s warning all together.
Your fingers fell onto the material of your underwear as you slowly rubbed over your clit, looking at Mason with innocent doe eyes. As you continued to circle your fingers over your underwear with your breathing beginning to slow, Mason had to readjust himself slightly, his hardening bulge starting to show through the black trousers he was wearing.
When you eventually pulled up at the arena, Mason’s dad led the way inside as you linked Declan’s arm to steady yourself in your heels, Mason trailing behind you both which encouraged you to keep throwing a few winks back to him over your shoulder. You finally found your seats, Tony asking to take your coat to which you told him you were feeling a little chilly so would keep hold of it for the time being, and Declan had excused himself to try find his seat and the old school friend who he was supposed to be meeting there.
“What’s with the fucking dramatics?” Mason hissed in your ear as you sat down, his dad going to the bar for you both after asking what you were both drinking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about daddy?” you teased, looking around the area to see if you could spot anyone you knew.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about y/n” he muttered as his fingers turned your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes “Let’s not forget who you’re here with”.
“Your dad… or Declan?” you asked, trying to turn your gaze away from him.
“Me!” he snapped quietly, turning your face back to him again “You can stop winding me up now, I’m over it.”
“Oh, are you really?” you chuckled, rolling your eyes trying to pull away again.
“Yes. I’m calling quits, and I can’t wait to rip that coat off you when we get home baby” he growled in your ear knowing it usually turns you on, moving his hand to your thigh as he brushed his thumb over the band of your stocking towards the end of his sentence.
“Absolutely not! And if you think any of this is yours tonight, you can think again” you whispered in his ear before slapping his hand off your thigh and standing up when his dad came back with the drinks for you.
As you leant over Mason to take your drink from his dad, thanking him for going to the bar so you didn’t have to queue, Mason slipped his hand up the back of your leg, his fingers tracing the skin on your inner thigh until he was at the highest point of your legs, just under your bum.
“What did I just say?” you quietly scowled down at him, goosebumps on your skin from his touch.
“Remind me?” he pouted as he bit his lip, grazing his fingertips over your underwear before you sat back down, trying to act like you didn’t want to rip his clothes off there and then.
“Oi, Geeza” Dec grinned as he shouted over to Mason, his friend walking over with his hand stretched out ready to shake his.
“Oh look, your favourite fuck is back” he mumbled as he stood up to greet Dec’s friend before leaning into him for a brotherly hug.
He clearly wasn’t over it, or you were now just in a war of trying to get one up on each other. Declan and his friend sat with you for a few of the undercards as the seats were not yet occupied, so you kept going to the bar for yourself, throwing back the drinks because you were bored to tears listening to the four of them talk about boxing. When Declan and Matt eventually went to their allocated seats before the main fight, Mason’s attention finally turned back to you.
“You given in yet?” his fingers tracing the skin on your thigh.
“Given in to what?” you grumbled as you stirred the straw in your glass, keeping your eyes on his fingers.
“Pretending like I won’t be fucking you later” he winked before removing his fingers and popping a piece of chewing gum into his mouth.
“You won’t be” you snorted, sucking up the remaining few sips of your drink.
“You and me both know you won’t be able to keep your hands off me later” he said as he started chewing the gum rather obnoxiously, his fingers finding your thigh again “I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had, you told me yourself”.
“What happened to me enjoying Dec more?” you asked as you nodded over to where Declan was sat.
“Doesn’t matter who you enjoyed more, you’re mine not his” he whispered as he leant into your ear “But after tonight, you’ll never question who is better. You’ll be begging for me”.
He continued swirling the gum around in his mouth with an attitude that made your pussy ache, even if you were still slightly pissed off with him. You didn’t reply, instead you shot up and walked to the toilet to grab a breather away from Mason who was beginning to drive you up the wall. You wanted to scream in his face one minute and then sit on it the next, but that’s why you loved him, and as you composed yourself in the mirror, your phone pinged with a message.
[Mason] Want to play a game?
[You] Go on…
[Mason] First one to kiss the other loses?
[You] What’s your prize?
[You] What’s mine?
[Mason] Whatever you want…
[Mason] Never going to happen so, deal!
I mean it would definitely make the rest of the evening more interesting, and if you were being honest with yourself, even if he was being a cocky twat you still wanted to fuck his brains out, so if you lost, it was still a win in your eyes. Plus, you didn’t actually want Dec, you just wanted to wind your boyfriend up even more. Who could get the other one to buckle under pressure through a night of teasing each other? Definitely more entertaining than boxing.
You needed a bold move to start with, so you jumped in a toilet cubicle, whipped the coat off and took a low angle photo of yourself from behind, a full booty shot showing your pert cheeks in the lace underwear and suspenders that you know would drive him crazy. You saved it, not wanting to send it until you were around to witness his reaction, then quickly wrapped your coat around you again and grabbed yourself a drink from the bar whilst you watched him from afar interact with a few sports journalists and a couple of his other friends he’d bumped into.
You sent the photo.
Luckily he’d stepped away from the eyes of others whilst he opened the message, his head falling back as he bit his lip, cheeks looking a little flushed all of a sudden at the surprise you had sent. He looked around, trying to find you in the sea of people that were starting to seat themselves ready for the main event and when he spotted you, he smirked and shook his head, before walking over to you at the bar.
“It’ll take more than that to break me baby” he whispered in your ear, “Do you need another drink?”.
“Getting me drunk won’t break me…. baby” you teased as you prodded your index finger on his chest, but nodding to the drink offer.
“You sure about that?” he whispered again, his lips now grazing your neck gently.
“You can’t cheat” you gasped as the hairs on your neck stood to attention.
“I said first one to kiss, I didn’t set any other rules” he smirked, before passing you the drink he’d ordered.
“Ok fine. It’ll still be the easiest game I’ve ever won” you gloated, sucking on your straw seductively.
“Don’t underestimate me” he groaned, taking your hand to lead you out into the fire exit stairwell.
As soon as you were out of the sight of everyone else, his hand gripped your neck causing you to fall back into the wall and you gasped at the sudden impact of him pinning you against it.
“Are you sure you don’t want fucking tonight?” he teased as he slid his tongue over your neck, his other hand moving under your coat to grab your arse.
“By who? You or Dec?” your eyebrow lifted, as the corner of your mouth lifted into a smirk.
He brought his face back up to yours to study your expression, his eyes full of lust, and he looked down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze before leaning in slightly, his lips millimetres from yours.
“You just raised the bar with that comment” his hand tightening slightly around your neck as he licked his lips, his tongue almost brushing yours.
“Give me a kiss” you pouted, your fingers now stroking the back of his head.
“No chance!” he smirked as he backed away, grabbing the handle of the stairwell door, holding it open for you to go back into the arena and smacking your arse on the way past.
When you returned back to your seats, Mason settled his arm around you whilst you were talking to the couple next to you.
Your phoned pinged with a message.
[Mason] Round 2?
You turned to him confused, presuming he had missed the rest of the message off or maybe he was talking about the boxing, until it vibrated again and started automatically playing the video he had sent through after. It was a video you had recorded of him on his knees, eating you out as his dessert in the toilet of the restaurant you had been to couple of weeks before, and you grew flustered as you could hear yourself moaning his name, the video zooming in on his face as he devoured you.
“Behave” you mumbled under your breath, your body tensing up at the thought of someone spotting the screen of your phone as your tried to turn it off quickly.
“Not fancy it before the fight starts?” he nuzzled into your neck, gently nipping at your ear and sending a tingle straight to your groin.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, coughing quietly to clear your throat so you could swallow the huge lump that had appeared in it. Mason was grinning at the idea of you being turned on by his move, a move that he knew had definitely worked in his favour.
“Meet me in the stairwell again” he squeezed your thigh and stood up, shifting out of the row of seats.
“Ring walks in five minutes Mase” his dad announced, Mason replying he was just nipping to the bar.
You left it a few moments before making an excuse that you needed to use the bathroom, before you quickly shuffled your way to the fire exit door you were at earlier, and as you pushed the door open, Mason was leaning back with one foot against the wall.
“Are you sure you don’t want round 2?” he pulled on your coat belt so it fell open, his hands settling on your waist pulling you in closer to him. Your legs straddled his thigh that was raised as he pushed it up even higher into your groin “I seem to remember you moaning a little louder than usual that night?”.
“Like this?” you whimpered, as you began to moan at the pressure of him against you.
You began to rock your hips, riding his thigh as you exaggerated your noises and breathing and he quickly turned to stand behind you, your palms and cheek pressing into the wall as he pushed you against it. He fell down behind you, pushing your coat above your hips so he could see your bum in the lingerie you were teasing him with, grabbing both arse cheeks before biting them, whilst your legs trembled at the thought of what he may be about to do.
“I could just move these to the side and…” he whispered as his fingers slipped under the back of your thong when he tugged on the material, insinuating he was going to slip them to one side which would reveal you were already so wet for him.
Your head fell back as you closed your eyes in frustration, being teased as you wanted him to carry on and bury his face in you from behind, but you didn’t want to lose the bet.
“I’ll see you later” he growled into your buttocks, before placing a kiss on one cheek then standing up to give it a harsh slap.
“Will you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, his eyes meeting yours as you turned around to face him.
“Don’t act like you’re not already dripping for me y/n” he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear with a smile, before walking off to open the door and back into the area alone.
You had to take a moment to yourself as you lay back against the wall, trying to decide if you wanted to give in and let him rail you as soon as possible, or whether to carry on this torture in the hope he might give in first.
Once the boxing started, you and Mason were both now in your seats trying to focus on the fight in front of you, but your minds were wandering as to who would make the next move. He would brush his fingers up your thigh every now and then to torment you, and there wasn’t a whole lot more you could do to him whilst you were sat there under his dad’s watchful eye.
Mason explained that he’d been asked to do a quick interview after the boxing before you could leave and that Dec was going out after it so he was going to leave his car at the house overnight. You both weren’t in the right frame of mind to be going out drinking any later than the boxing, knowing one of you were bound to give in to your little game soon, so you both agreed to just go straight home.
Once the fight came to an end, Mason placed a kiss on your hand, before popping another chewing gum in his mouth and wandering off to find Dec for the interview they were asked to do. You took yourself off to the toilet again to top up your lip gloss, combing your fingers through your hair and then you decided to quickly whip your thong off, stuffing it into your coat pocket for one last shot at seducing Mason before you got home.
You glanced the room, looking for him near the boxing ring in the crowds of cameras, spotting him anxiously toying with the gum in his mouth whilst waiting for Dec to stop gossiping with someone else before the interview could begin. You peacocked your way over to him, gently placed a kiss on his cheek to avoid anyone noticing what you were doing, whilst pushing your underwear into the inside pocket of his jacket. As he looked at you confused, he pushed his hand into the same pocket and slowly peaked inside at what you had just given to him. When he realised just what it was, he shot a grin in your direction as he chuckled under his breath, just as the interview was starting.
During the interview, Dec had to do most of the talking as Mason was clearly distracted by his thoughts, you.
You stood with your arms folded, tapping on your watch again whilst you curled your lips to exaggerate a sad face. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you for more than a few seconds at a time which was clearly annoying the journalist he was speaking to, and his tongue continued to play with the gum visibly between his teeth whilst his smile beamed every time he looked over to you.
Had you won?
Was this all you had to do to have him this excited?
Once the interview was finally over and you could join him and Declan, his arm wrapped around your waist instinctively, and his grip would tighten every time Dec would turn his attention to you.
“Who do you think would win out of a fight with me and Mason?” Dec joked as he lifted his arms to imply he was showing off his muscles even though he was wearing a jacket.
“That’s not even up for debate, me obviously” Mason snorted, turning his head to look at you with a disgruntled expression as he stopped chewing his gum abruptly.
“Yeah right Mase, I’ve got better physicality than you lets not forget that” Dec laughed.
“How about a tiebreaker?” you suggested, stepping forward to brush Declan’s lips with the pad of your thumb.
Mason’s eyes burned in the back of your head and you swore you could actually feel the heat of rage coming from him. You turned to stand beside Declan, pouting at your boyfriend now you were facing him, waiting for his reaction to your teasing.
“Seriously?” Dec questioned as his eyes flitted between yours and Masons face, his cheeks flushing whilst his feet shifted under him, trying to work out if you were joking or not.
“You know Dec, I’m not wearing any knic…” you teased before you were interrupted
“No Dec, not seriously” Mason snapped, grabbing your wrist to march you away and out of Declan’s view.
“Oh Daddy, stop being so jeal…” you chuckled as he was still dragging you down the corridor before he cut you off again
“Enough!” he demanded as he spat his gum out onto the floor next to you, the aggressive tone in his voice catching you off guard, as it’s one you had never heard from him before.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.. or should I say who?” you taunted him as you stopped in your tracks, testing Mason’s patience which was really starting to wear thin now, “Because lets face it, I’m going to win this bet and then I get to fuck Dec… again”.
“I want you so much y/n, I wish I’d never suggested this game” he groaned as his voice lowered, placing one hand onto the wall beside your head and the other around your waist.
“Kiss me then” you pulled his face in closer, begging for his lips to touch you when he rested his forehead against yours.
You’d forgotten all about the game at this point, you didn’t want him to kiss you so he would lose, you just wanted him.
“I can’t. You’re mine. I can’t lose” he whimpered, his eyes closing painfully as you witnessed him swallow the lump in his throat.
“I know I am” you whispered as you melted into his mouth.
Your hands slid from the back of his head to his cheeks when your lips crashed against his, leading to a passionate kiss and he let out a soft moan in response to winning the game.
You gave in, you knew you would never win. There was no way he was going to let Dec have you again, no matter how much you tried to seduce him, and that was enough for you to give up.
Mason’s dad was dropping you back home and even though Dec was not joining you for the journey back, Mason still sat in the back with you leaving the passenger seat empty. You didn’t say a word the whole ride home, you just half listened as Mason and his dad talked over the outcome of the boxing, paying more attention to your boyfriend’s hand locked between your fingers, his thumb brushing over yours and lifting it towards his mouth to kiss every so often. You started to drift off towards the end of the car ride as it was late and you were starting to feel the effects of one too many Gin & Tonics, so when you pulled up on your driveway, Mason nudged you awake and you quietly said your goodbyes to his dad. You propped yourself up against his car as you fumbled around your bag for the house keys, getting frustrated because the rain was pouring down and you were both getting soaked outside.
“Come on baby hurry up, I’m soaked” he pleaded as he paced between you and the front door to try keep the security light on for you to see.
“I’m trying” you cried, still rooting through your bag “I’m the one half dressed, no knickers on remember”.
As you rummaged through your bag, Mason took his jacket off, pulling it over his head to try and shelter his already wet hair from the rain, before moving towards you to try cover your head too.
“I can’t see, besides I’m already wet” you groaned as you palmed at the jacket that was blocking the security light, “Got it!”.
Those words were like a switch and Mason dropped his jacket and pushed your bag out of your hands, dropping everything to the floor and sending the key bouncing along the paving stones. His hands buried in your wet hair whilst yours were left frozen mid air, his kiss startling you. He bit on to your bottom lip as his hips pressed into you, pinning you to his car, his eager hands groping your body as he’d waited all night for this.
“I won the bet right?” he breathed into your mouth as he untied your coat.
“Mhmm” you moaned, gasping for air between his kisses and the feel of the cold, heavy, rain falling onto you.
“Then I’m claiming my prize now” his tongue slid down your neck as he untied your coat.
“It’s raini…” you muttered; your breath visible between as your skin shivered at the cold
“Shhh, you be a good girl now” he pressed his index finger against your lips and his words caused you to blush, “Because you’ve been a bad one all night”.
He pulled your coat off your shoulders as he slid down underneath you, forcing your legs apart. You were freezing, and stood in nothing but your lingerie, your thong still missing in Mason’s pocket, whilst his hands gripped your hips as he pressed his face to your groin, his tongue immediately grazing over your clit. Your hips bucked into his face in response as your fingers tangled into his hair and he grabbed at the back of your thighs, still stroking his tongue over you; you were wet through and through, but not just from the rain.
Mason pulled himself away licking his lips as he stood up, forcing you taste yourself on his tongue when he pushed it into your mouth, before guiding your side steps to the front of his car as he bent you over the bonnet, placing a harsh slap against your arse which had an extra sting from the cold weather.
“Mason…” you begged for him, your palms trying to hold your chest up from the car.
“Move” he growled as he grabbed your hair, pulling you back to stand up as he changed his mind.
He wrapped his other hand around you, his fingers gripping your throat before he quickly moved you and threw you over Declan’s car bonnet.
“Seen as though you’ve been tormenting me about Dec all night, how about I make you beg for me whilst your half naked on his car” he growled in your ear as he leant over your shoulder, his weight on your back pushing you into the car.
His hand weaved between your thighs from behind, slipping his fingers inside of you and you moaned at every movement he made as your breathing began to hitch.
“Is this enough for you?” he barked, marking your arse with another slap with his free hand.
You shook your head, trying to control your breathing as your body pressed into the car. You wanted to turn yourself around so you could beg for him, but every time you tried to lift yourself up, he would force you back down. Your legs began to tremble, not only from the cold but from the sensations his fingers were giving you, feeling your high beginning to build already.
“Cat got your tongue this time?” he sneered as he flipped you over and spread your legs to either side of him.
“Please Mason” you pleaded, trying to grab at the button on his pants so you could free him, your heels digging into the front grill of the car to try and pull yourself up, probably causing questionable damage.
“Not yet baby, you haven’t begged enough” he smirked, slapping your hands away from him before throwing your legs over his shoulders.
“Please Mason, I need you inside me” you cried, frustrated as he stilled his fingers inside of you each time he knew you were close to reaching your high.
“I’m not sure you mean it” he pulled his fingers from you as he slowly tugged his button undone, reaching in his trousers as he groaned your name whilst his eyes focused on yours.
“Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before, show me I’ll only ever need you” you squirmed in anticipation of seeing him.
He pulled his hard cock free over the band of his boxers when your legs that were now wrapped around him instinctively yanked him closer to you. He teased you, biting his lip as he looked down, watching his tip slide up your fold before rubbing it over your already sensitive clit.
“Are you sure?” he pouted, one hand wrapping around your neck as he held his cock at your entrance.
“I’m begging you!” you screamed, arching your back as your body craved him.
Mason thrusted into you as soon as you said those words, deep, lustful strokes as you moaned out loud at each one. The rain was still pouring over you both, your hair stuck to your face and neck at this point, the droplets running down his face and off the tip of his nose and chin. His jaw was clenching with every movement, the veins in his forearms and temple nearly bursting out of his skin, and his thumb circled over your clit as he spat down onto your groin, his breathing turning into a heavy pant as his hips sank deeper and deeper with each push.
“Fuck Mason, I’m gonna cum” you cried, your eyes trying to stay open to watch him as the rain poured over your face.
“Cum all over me baby” he moaned as his own thrusts started to lose rhythm.
Your whole body exploded and you clenched around him as you orgasmed, sounds leaving your mouth that were anything but holy. As soon as you had cum, Mason pulled out of you and you only noticed he was picking your coats, your bag, and the house key up as you gathered your thoughts, the evidence of your orgasm leaking onto Declan’s car bonnet.
“Hurry up” he yelled as he quickly unlocked the front door, pushing yourself off the car and running to the house struggling to slow yourself once you were inside, causing you to crash into the back of him.
You both skidded and dropped onto the hallway floor, and disregarding that it was an accident, you climbed on top of him ripping at his soaked t-shirt to pull it off as quick as possible. He shifted so he could help pull the wet material off his torso, your tongue gliding over his nipples the minute they were visible, and you crawled down his body, licking every groove of his abdominal muscles when you pulled his unbuttoned pants and boxers down, freeing him again. You span yourself around in a 180 degree, your groin hovering over his face as you took him into your mouth, swallowing every inch of him that would fit before his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to choke immediately. Your hand gripped around any part of him that wouldn’t fit, split trailing out of your mouth already as you began bobbing up and down, tasting his precum as he twitched at the feeling of your tongue swirling around him.
Mason’s hands were on your hips pulling you down onto his face, his nose bumping your clit as he groaned, lapping up every last bit of your first orgasm and shaking his head as he revelled in your taste. His now perfected tongue strokes were moving against your clit, causing your thighs to tingle as you moaned onto his cock, the sensation of your next release building up. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, whilst watering at the sight of what you were devouring yourself. His hands stroked up your back to find your bra strap, unhooking the clasp so he could pull the lace material from your arms. When your breasts were freed, his palms ran over them, fingers brushing over your nipples just how he knows you like it. You cried through your second orgasm onto him and he bucked up into your mouth at the vibration, causing you to gag and pull away so you could gasp for air. As your mouth slipped off his cock, his hands pushed at your behind, pushing you off him but keeping you on all fours although your knees and hands were slipping due to the rain that was all over the floor from his clothes and your bodies. He knelt behind you, grabbing at your waist with his fingers through your suspender belt. He pushed himself into you, the force causing your hands to slip and your face nearly hitting the floor. His hands grabbed your hair, trying to hold your face up from the marble tiles but still forcing you to arch your back for him ,meaning he could get as deep as possible.
He continued to smash his hips into the back of you, your insides still quivering from your own high, and his growls were growing louder as he began to lose a regular motion in his thrusts, his fingertips now digging into your skin before crying out your name as he spilled into you. His head rested on your back for a few moments, the sweat from his forehead pressing into your skin as he tried to compose himself.
Mason fell onto his back as he tried to catch his breath, his arm pulling you in closer to his side. His thumb brushed against your shoulder as you ran your fingers across his chest, watching his breathing begin to slow.
“Give me a few minutes and we go again yeah?” he hummed as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.