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errythinisblue · 1 year

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I’m so so sorry I kept you waiting for so long! 💓But finally your requests are here (I hope you won’t mind I put them together 🙈)

Babying a boyfriend.

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: Taking care of a needy boyfriend can be tough, especially if said boyfriend is a needy Mason Mount.

Warnings: SMUT (near the end)

gif credits to @masonmiamor

“Baaaabe!” the muffled voice of your whiny boyfriend called you, for the millionth time in barely five minutes. “Baaaabe c’mere I miss you so so so much!”

You rolled your eyes as your lips curled up in a smile, as you finished cutting the vegetables you’d need to make soup for dinner. You cleaned your hands on a towel while you walked to the sofa, where you found Mason sprawled on its soft cushions.

“What is it that you want now?” you giggled as you spoke to him, staring at his sleepy face. You took a step closer to him, sweetly caressing his hair and running your nails on his scalp making him groan.

“Cuddles.” he stated, still partially under the anaesthesia effect, “I want cuddles. Aaaand, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to stay here doing nothing without you.” he almost slurred as he wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing his face in the middle of your thighs and groaning again from the discomfort in his face.

“Mase don’t!” you scolded him, making him whine again as you gently escaped his hold, “I don’t want you to get hurt, so just stay still please!”

“But I want you here!”

“I just left you alone for five minutes!” you giggled again as you saw Mason’s pouty lips and his frown, “I have dinner to cook, what are you gonna eat if you don’t let me go??”

“No! No!” the slight panic in his voice made you laugh out loud this time, “I don’t want to let you go! I- We can order something from Five Guys! I still want that cheeseburger.” he turned serious all of a sudden, a clear sign that the anaesthetic was wearing off.

“You can’t have a cheeseburger babe,” you shook your head, “not when you just removed your wisdom teeth.”

“I can and I will.” he frowned again, crossing his arms on his chest and defying you with all his stubbornness.

“No you won’t,” you kneeled in front of him, feeling as if you were trying to bargain with a moody toddler, “listen to me, will you?”

“No.” his pout turned deeper, before he side eyed you, relaxing his features, “Maybe.” he muttered as he touched his cheeks with his hands, wincing.

“Do you need some more ice?” you asked him, touching his leg, “Are you in pain?”

“I can’t stand to feel like this anymore!” he whined, his glossy eyes tearing at your heartstrings.

“Okay, listen, I’m gonna bring you some more ice for the pain, you just stay put and wait for me,” you softly spoke to him as your fingers draw figures on his forehead and between his eyebrows, “I’m gonna finish making soup and I’ll be back and give you all the cuddles in the world okay?”

“But I don’t want to eat soup!”

“I know baby,” you looked in his droopy eyes, “but do you remember what the doctor told you?”

“Only liquid food is allowed.” You and Mason said as one.

“Yeah baby, only liquid food,” you nodded your head at him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you looked at your boyfriend, “but it won’t be for too long okay? I promise you.”

“Can I help you make soup?”

“You should rest Mase,” your finger now touching his nose, “I’ll think about dinner.”

“Ugh but I wanna be close to you!”

“You can do all you want to me once I’m done I promise you,” you squeezed his thighs, getting back up from your knees and placing a soft kiss on his lips, “now rest!”

“All I want?? Really??” he raised his voice to make sure you heard him from the kitchen.

“Yeah babe!” you chuckled, as you whispered to yourself ‘You’ll probably be asleep as soon as your head touches the pillow anyway’.

“Thanks for cooking dinner babe,” Mason told you, the effects of the anaesthesia completely worn off by the time he had dinner, “I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.”

“You didn’t give me a hard time Mase,” you shrugged, “well, not that much!”

“Looks like I’ll have to cuddle you to repay you,” your boyfriend smirked, slightly wincing for the pain that he still felt in his face, “it’s the least I can do.” he said as he opened his arms to welcome you in his embrace.

“You don’t owe me anything, I love taking care of you,” you sighed as your head found its rest on his chest, “especially if I get free hugs in return!”

“You get free hugs and I get you all to myself,” he whispered in your ear, “I don’t really know who’s the luckiest one between us.”

“I am the lucky one baby, you were so cute all whiny and clingy!” you dreamily said, an awww sound escaping your lips as you thought about the afternoon you had to spend babying your man.

“Shall I remind you that I can make you a whiny mess too?” he breathed in your ear, earning a gasp from you.

“Don’t you even think about it!”

“Okay okay,” he chuckled breathily, “but it was you who told me, and I quote ‘You can do all you want to me once I’m done’, you even promised!”

“I didn’t mean that in a dirty way you perv!”

“You can’t blame me,” Mason shrugged, “when you say things like that I can’t really stop my mind from wandering…”

“Well you should,” you sighed as you got up from your spot on the sofa, “you have to rest and recover.”

“Where are you going now??” the whiny tone in his voice was back, making you laugh once again.

“I’m just gonna take a glass of water from the kitchen babe!”

“Are you thirsty??” he smirked, as he eyed you up and down.

“Mase stop it!” you warned him, pointing your finger at him.

“I was just asking.” he said as he licked his lips.

“And why were you so curious??”

“Because,” he said as he got up, coming to stand in front of you, “I might help with something…”

You laughed as you watched him wiggle his eyebrows in a suggestive way; Mason laughed with you, looking down at your beautiful lips as he caressed your face.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” he whispered, “I’m so lucky- ow-”

“Hey what’s wrong??” you asked him, afraid he might be in pain.

“My head is spinning, it’s better if I sit down…”

“Come on, I’ll help you,” you said, focusing on him, “better now?” you asked him, straddling his lap as you touched his hair.

“So much better,” he smirked, gently stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Did you just trick me??”

“Maybe I did,” he smiled, “but this fucking anaesthetic is making me feel so weak yet so horny at the same time! You look so irresistible right now!”

“Just right now?”

“You know it’s not like that.” he stated, “My attraction to you feels just stronger tonight.”

His hands went under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie, travelling from your stomach up to your boobs.

“Oh God your boobs are sooo perfect!” he groaned, “So, so perfect!”

“You like them?” you smirked, clearly feeling his arousal grow beneath you.

“I love them,” he rasped, “how I’d like to push my face in-”

“Mason!”

“I told you I’m horny!” he whined loudly.

“Yeah and with no filter still!”

“It’s not my fault you’re making things hard for me!” he shrugged, trying to bite his lip without feeling any pain, “Well you’re technically making me extremely hard by sitting on top of me but-”

“Okay okay! Enough!” you laughed as you stood from his lap, “I don’t want to make things more uncomfortable for you.” you said, suddenly feeling hot.

“Well, help me out then…” he suggested.

“Help you out?” you bit your lip, unable to admit that the feeling of his erection under you didn’t affect you in any way.

He just nodded; his eyes bore into yours, shining with both exhaustion and desire, the look in those dark brown pools making it impossible for you to resist him. While you kneeled in front of him, Mason parted his thighs slowly, making room for you as you crawled in between them; his breath got stuck in his throat while your hands untied his joggers, setting his cock free of any restraints.

“You keep taking care of me so well baby,” his tired smirk made you more aroused in an instant, “look at you, on your knees for me.”

“You like that don’t you?” you bit your lip as you stroked his cock.

“I like that very much.” he nodded, with his hooded eyes and his lips parted.

“Just promise me one thing,” you breathed against his lips, “if it becomes too much you stop me okay?”

“Okay baby…”

“Now just relax,” you mused, “I’ll take care of your needs…” you whispered against the sensitive skin of his dick, before you took him in your mouth.

“Jesus babe, you’re so good at this, fuck…” he groaned, his head spinning for real this time, and for a better reason.

The deep rhythm of his breathing, the sudden jerks of his hips, his soft moans and the cursing, were clear signals that Mason was indeed enjoying your attention, and all those signals only spurred you on.

You guided his dick further into your mouth, keeping a firm yet soft hold around its base as your head bobbed up and down. As Mason’s hand touched the back of your head, his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag around it.

“Oh fuuuck babe!” he whimpered, short of breath, “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer babe…”

You didn’t waste any time with words, you just gazed up at him; and when your eyes met his, Mason’s rolled in the back of his head at the sight.

“God, babe keep going please,” he urged, “don’t stop, I-I’m cumming!” he stuttered, as you could feel him twitching between your lips as his cum coated your throat.

“Are you still horny now?” you teased him while you rested your cheek on his thigh, watching as he tucked himself back into his underwear.

“Don’t tease me, you know I’m always horny,” he smirked, “but I have to say, I’m just really sleepy right now.”

“Let’s go to bed then.” you sighed as you stood back on your feet, offering him your hands to help him stand.

“You won’t leave me alone this time, right?” he pouted jokingly.

“I won’t, I swear!” you chuckled, as you walked him to your shared bedroom, “Uh uh, undress yourself first mister! I don’t want you sleeping in my bed with your clothes on!”

“Yeah, that’s just another excuse to get me naked!” he giggled sleepily, as he tried to remove his clothes, almost losing his balance in the meantime.

“Can’t you just sit while you undress yourself??” you told him off.

“Okay okay!” he raised his hands, listening to your words as he sat on his side of the bed, “But can you do me a favor babe?”

“What is it?” you asked him from the bathroom, coming out of it as you were still applying some night moisturiser on your face.

“Can you grab me a t-shirt to sleep in?” he asked you as he removed his hoodie, sticking with just his underwear on.

He was already rubbing his sleepy eyes by the time you walked back from the walk-in closet, and that sight made you smile.

“Come on, arms up!” you said as you smiled fondly at him.

“Yes ma’am!” he yawned, lifting his arms up for you to help him put the shirt on.

“Lay down now,” you whispered, holding the covers up for him, “I’ll be back soon baby.” you told him as you covered his body, kissing his forehead as you did so.

“Where are you going?” he sleepily mumbled.

“I just have to brush my teeth and I’ll be back,” you reassured him, “it won’t take long.”

“I’ll wait for you…”

“Okay baby.” you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he would be out like a light in a second.

And you weren’t wrong, his eyes closed and sleep found him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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a mason imagine where you’re pregnant with your second child and you tell your first child so you can surprise mason together, but one day he catches your first daughter drawing a family picture of you all and includes the second baby by accident and mason founds out you’re pregnant due to the drawing! super fluffy of course ☺️💗

Mummy’s Got One Growing Too

Note - so this fic obviously mentions pregnancy which if that’s not your thing then I totally get it but I absolutely loved writing this 🙊 would love to hear what you all think 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4k

Warnings - fluffy fluff

Feeling dizzy and sick like you had been for the past few days wasn’t something you felt regularly. living with Mason meant you pretty much always made sure the pair of you were eating correctly, drinking enough and generally taking care of yourselves but you knew something had been off the past few weeks.

You were tired beyond belief, everything ached and you were loosing your appetite a bit but you’d put all this down to stress. Life in the Mount household had been far from perfect lately what with Masons injury and the current mess that was Chelsea football club. Looking after Mason whilst also trying to look after your four year old little boy at the same time was proving to be a lot to handle and it was seeming starting to show it’s self in physical symptoms.

The dizziness was new though and had only come on in the last few days. You kept it to yourself as not to add anything else onto Masons plate but it was growing harder to keep from him and only getting worse. That night you sat in bed whilst Mason was putting Ollie to sleep, promising to make yourself a doctors appointment in the morning.

‘Do you know where I put that new bottle of aftershave?’ Mason questioned as he walked into your room and you were quick to jump up to help him find it.

‘Yeah it should be-‘ you started but were quickly stopping. Holding onto your forehead as you grabbed onto whatever you could, which turned out to the mattress as you fell forward, legs turning to jelly as your head spun and a loud whooshing noise ran between your ears.

‘Baby?’ You faintly heard and you felt Masons hands on your thighs, turning your body around so you were sat on the bed properly but he let you come to on your own as not to push you too much but you could tell he was frightened about what he’d just seen. ‘Are you okay, love?’

‘Yeah, sorry’ you giggled, looking up at him once you felt somewhat normal, hoping to reassure him it was just a blip and you were alright. ‘Just lost my bearings a bit’

‘You sure?’ I haven’t seen you that dizzy since before Ollie was born’ he laughed and it was like everything clicked into place for you.

Could it be? Could you really be pregnant again?the pair of you had never exactly been careful but another baby wasn’t in your plans right now, and you were unsure if Mason wanted another one what with everything going on. You felt like it would be more stress to add onto his plate but you couldnt get to far ahead of yourself as Mason was standing back up.

‘Stay there, just tell me where it is and I’ll get it’ he chuckled and you gave him a soft smile before letting him know you’d put it in one of the drawers of his wardrobe. You left him to rummage around whilst you thought over what to do, thinking back to when your last period was but you were so panicky that you couldn’t think of when it was. What about tests, did you have any in the house? Would they even be in date and fine to use? ‘Are you sure you’re alright, love? You look white a sheet’ Mason spoke, interrupting you out of your crazed thoughts.

‘Yeah sorry, it’s just been a bit of a long day’ you chuckled, moving back in the bed so you could lay down before he slid in next to you.

‘Yeah? I know things have been a bit tense lately but you would tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you?’

‘Of course’

‘Cause I love you a lot. Even if I haven’t been great at telling you or showing you how much lately’

‘Mase it’s-‘

‘Don’t say it’s fine. It’s not fine’ he told you, cupping your jaw as you stared back at him with glassy eyes. ‘I can’t even remember the last time I held you like this. You’re my girl and we’re supposed to be a team but youve been pulling most of the weight. I feel like I haven’t taken a proper look at you in weeks and you look exhausted’ he told you softly and you finally let a few tears escape your eyes that he kissed away softly. ‘I’m really sorry, baby’ he whispered, making you nuzzle into his neck so he didn’t see you cry anymore. ‘Let’s get some sleep yeah? How about you turn your alarm off and I’ll get Ollie up tomorrow. I’ve got a shoot in the afternoon that I can take him to and then after I can take him over to stay with lewis for the evening. He’s already said yes so it’s fine. We can just chill out yeah? Spend some time just the two of us’

‘I’d like that’ you whispered before he kissed your forehead and snuggled down. ‘I love you too, Mase. A lot’

You felt him press a heavy kiss to your lips before settling back down, holding you tightly in his arms and he stroked you back to help you drift off whilst placing feather light kisses to your hairline. You thought it might of been a struggle to get to sleep tonight with all the thoughts rushing around your head and what ifs, but Mason always knew how to settle you and you knew everything would be fine whatever the outcome.

Mason kept to his promise and got Ollie up and ready giving you a much needed lie in until he had to go to cobham for some rehabilitation sessions, leaving you alone with the little one and your racing thoughts. Would it be worth waiting to take a test? Would it be worth taking one at all? You didn’t feel like you could be pregnant but you never knew. Maybe it would be worth taking one just to settle your mind? In the end you told yourself you couldn’t wait anymore and you needed to get out of the house for your own sanity and grab a test to calm your mind.

‘Hey Ollie? How do you fancy going out for lunch today? We can go for a walk and look round the shops after?’ You asked him and he was up running about to get his shoes on before he’d even answered you properly, but you were grateful as you couldn’t stand another second in the house without knowing if there was a little human growing inside you or not, so after a quick trip to Ollie’s favourite coffee shop you made a trip into the pharmacy to pick up a few tests before a trip to the toy shop where he picked out some new crayons and a colouring book.

‘I’m just going to have a look for something in the other room okay? You stay here I won’t be long’ you told him with a kiss on his head before you made you way to the downstairs loo that was just across the hall. Sitting and waiting for those two minutes felt like a lifetime but soon enough you were turning the stick over to read the one little word that carried so much weight.

Pregnant

You gasped before choking out a sob. You hands started shaking as you placed the test down on the sink, no longer able to read the word as your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t believe it and you couldn’t believe how long it had taken you to realise this was the cause of all your issues. There was a mini mix of Mason and you growing and had been for over two months according to the test.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts before your little boy opened the door. His face full of concern as he looked at you crying on toilet floor.

‘Mummy? What’s wrong?’

You didn’t want to frighten him so you sent him a smile, opening your arms for him to run into. Giving him a massive squeeze before rubbing your eyes to clear the tears away.

‘Nothings wrong baby I promise’

‘You’re crying’

‘I know but they’re happy tears’ you laughed before letting him go, leading him back into the living room before sitting him on your lap. You felt like you were about to burst as you needed to tell someone and you figured it was no harm in telling him before you let Mason know later as you knew Ollie would pester you until he knew what was happening. ‘If I tell you a secret do you promise not to tell anyone? Not even daddy?’

‘I promise’ he nodded excitedly, pretending to zip his lips and you chuckled at his cheekiness. It was times like this he looked like Mason the most which made your heart hurt. You wished he was here so you could all share this moment together but it gave you a little bit of time to think of a way to tell him so you gave Ollie a quick kiss on the forehead before carrying on.

‘You remember when baby Mila was growing in auntie Jaz’s tummy?’ You asked him and he nodded his head, glancing down to your tummy and placing a gentle hand there which made you laugh. ‘Yes baby, mummy’s got one growing too now. And in a little while you’ll have your own brother or sister to play with. How does that sound?’

Ollie’s hand’s clenched into fists as he did a little excited dance on your lap, letting you know he was happy about it and you hugged him to you tightly as fresh tears welled up in your eyes. But you were soon knocked out of your trance but the front door opening Masons voice booming through the house.

‘Hello? I’m home. Is Ollie ready to go? I just need to get changed and I’ll take him’

The sudden realisation that a positive pregnancy test was still sitting on your downstairs bathroom sink made you jump up, dragging Ollie with you but thankfully he was already halfway up the stairs and nowhere near it but you caught the confused look he gave you both when you emerged. The test hidden in your back pocket

‘What are you doing?’ He laughed but you just brushed him off with a shake of your head.

‘Nothing. Ollie’s ready so be quick’ you laughed and he rolled his eyes before continuing on. You crouched down so you were Ollie’s level, holding him by his chubby cheeks so he’d look at you properly before you started placing little kisses all over his face, making him giggle adorably. ‘Remember baby. Not a word to anyone, yeah? Our secret until tomorrow’

‘Yes mummy’ he laughed, holding up his little finger for you link yours with which you did with a laugh before pulling him in for a big hug.

‘And you be good for uncle Lew yeah?’ You told him, his head nodding up and down furiously as you stood to grab his coat and bag. ‘Why don’t you go grab your new colouring things so you’ve got something to do at daddy’s shoot?’ You told him as Mason was making his way back down the stairs.

‘You alright?’ He asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. You wanted to blurt it out there and then but you knew the timing wasn’t right. You wanted to tell him when you had time, just the two of you so you just nodded before he kissed you again. This time slowly and gently, filling your tummy with butterflies just like he always did.

‘I’m ready’ Ollie shouted, running towards you both and hugging Masons legs so he could pick him up. Once he was both your heights you gave him a kiss on the cheek and a little tickle of his tummy, making him laugh.

‘Have a nice time. And remember, be a good boy’ you told him, kissing his cheek before turning to face Mason. ‘You be a good boy too’ you laughed, reaching up to kiss him gently as he chuckled.

‘I’m always a good boy. Come on then mate, let’s get going. Say bye to mummy’

‘Bye mummy’ Ollie sung, giving you a hug and kissing you on the cheek before Mason put him on the floor so he could go and get in the car, leaving you and Mason alone for him to pull you into a big hug.

‘I’ll see you later yeah?’ He whispered and you nodded into his neck before pulling away to give him a quick kiss. ‘Take it easy’ he winked and with one final kiss he was gone.

You knew you needed to nip back out to the shops to get a few things for dinner and on the way you thought over some ways that you could tell Mason about the sprog in your belly, scrolling through Pinterest before eventually picking up everything you needed and returning home.

You were antsy about his arrival, trying to distract yourself by making a start on dinner and when you heard the front door open, you felt your heart in your throat and you tried to swallow down the nervous lump. You had t thought about what part of the night would be best to tell him it if you could could even keep it in for much longer.

‘Baby?’ He bellowed, trying to locate you and you let out a nervous laugh, slightly apprehensive about how the night would go.

‘Kitchen’ you replied, hearing him making his way to you, his smiley face coming into view not long after before he made his way over to plant a kiss on you cheek.

‘You okay? How was your afternoon?’

‘Yeah fine thanks. How was your shoot?’

‘Yeah same old same old’ he told you, rolling his eyes with a smile. ‘Ollie seems to really like his new colouring stuff. In fact he drew us a really nice picture but I’m a little bit confused by it’ he laughed, pulling out a folded up piece of paper from his pocket that he flattened out. ‘You wanna have a look?’ He asked, placing it down in front of you before settling his hands on your hips as he looked over your shoulder to tell you about it.

‘What’s this?’ You laughed, eyes glancing over the page of what you assumed was Ollie’s depiction of your family and your heart warmed at the fact that was what he wanted to draw out of everything else in the world.

‘Well this is you apparently, and that’s one’s me’ Mason pointed, his lips by your ear as he described everything to you. ‘That one there with the ball is Ollie and that’s our dog Buster that apparently I have to get him. Not so sure when I agreed to that though’ he laughed before he pointed at the the other figure drawn to the right hand side next to the dog. ‘And this person here, this is his little sister that you’re apparently growing in your belly at the moment, but he’s not allowed to tell me anymore cause it’s a secret?’ he told you quietly and your whole body stiffened at his words, you blood running cold at the fact that he knew before you could tell him.

Your eyes began to fill up as he pulled back and turned you to face him, not sure what sort of expression you were expecting to meet but when he tilted you chin up to look at him, his kind glossy eyes and heartwarming smile settled you instantly and you felt stupid for even worrying about telling him.

‘Is it true? Are you pregnant?’

‘Yes’ you sobbed, throwing your arms around his shoulders and holding him as tightly as you could. ‘I found out this afternoon, I was gonna tell you tonight, I’m sorry’ you cried as he held you close you him, swaying you from side to side and he tried to calm your sobs down.

‘Hey, it’s okay. Come on love, just breathe for me yeah? You’re okay i promise’ he whispered, letting you get yourself together before you pulled back to take him in.

He looked so happy, his bright smile making you smile back at him just as hard before he held you by your face, pressing little kisses all over it before making his way to your lips, kissing you gently but pouring himself into you. Letting you know how loved and appreciated you were by his lips alone and you felt yourself turn to jelly as he grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you to sit on the counter. Slotting himself in between your legs as he came back to stroke your cheeks gently.

‘Are you okay? Are you feeling alright? I knew something was up but I never thought it could be this’ he laughed and you nodded at him whilst wiping your eyes as his soon spilled over with tears.

‘I’m alright. I didn’t know either like I’ve been feeling a bit rough but when you said you hadn’t seen me dizzy since before Ollie it all sort of clicked into place and I took a test earlier. It says I’m two months plus but I’ll have to make an appointment soon to get everything checked’

‘Well let me know I wanna be there’ he laughed, gently pulling up the bottom of your top so he could press kisses onto the bare skin of your tummy. ‘Hello baby, it’s your daddy. I love you so so much you have no idea’ he spoke to your belly and you laughed as you brushed you fingers through his hair. ‘And you’re gonna love your brother and your mummy too. Just like I do’

‘Oh yeah?’ You laughed ‘You sure you’re still gonna love me when I’m all fat again?’ And he looked back up to give you a soft loving stare.

‘You gave me my best friend in the world and you’re about to give me another one. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried’ he whispered making you shiver and your heart race at his sweet words. ‘You, and this little family we’re building mean absolutely everything to me, like more than I could ever tell you. I know I’ve been caught up in myself lately and I need to do better but I will, I promise’ he told you, tears still falling from his eyes and you brushed them away gently.

‘Thank you’ you whispered, pulling him in for a much needed kiss as you could tell you both needed some comfort. He held you at your waist gently, his thumb seeming to automatically stroke over your tummy softly like he was letting the baby know he was there and everything was okay.

‘No, thank you. You’re making me a dad again and it’s my favourite thing in the whole world like I could never repay you for any of this’ he uttered, the emotion taking over his voice before you held him close to you.

‘Would you like your present?’ You laughed and he looked at you in confusion before you passed him a small white box that had a doughnut inside and a handwritten message on the inside of the lid.

Eat me! Mummy doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly 💛

Mason laughed, picking it up to take a bite before you could stop him, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you tried to grab it but he was halfway across the kitchen in a flash.

‘Mase, you’ll ruin your dinner’ you laughed, gently getting down from the counter so you could take it off of him and he pouted but gave it up straight away.

‘Go sit down, I can finish dinner off. You need to be resting’ he told you. ‘I know us Mounts can be exhausting’

‘You can say that again’ you laughed, popping yourself down on the stool at the kitchen island. ‘I tell you what, I’m never telling Ollie any secrets again. He promised not to blab’ you smiled and he laughed loudly.

‘He’s was so excited though. I think he really wants a sister’ he laughed ‘which I think would be nice. You know, complete the set? I think I’d make a pretty good girl dad’

‘You’d make the best girl dad’ you smiled as he kissed your forehead gently.

‘Well you’re already the best mum and I’ve learnt everything I know from you’ he winked. ‘We’ll keep this between the three of us for now yeah? Maybe four if Ollie can’t keep his mouth shut around Lewis’ Mason laughed, picking his phone up to give him a quick call to see if he’d blabbed yet. ‘Nah apparently he’s promised he’s not said anything and Lewis seems none the wiser so I think we’re safe’ he told you, giving you a disapproving look as you were dishing the food up and not sat where he’d left you. ‘Come on then you two, let’s eat so we can have a cuddle’ he laughed and you felt your face flush at the fact he’d referred to you as a pair.

‘Can I see the test?’ Mason asked after dinner and you quickly retrieved it from your bedside drawer so he could read the words for himself as you cuddled up together on the sofa, you practically sitting in his lap as he rested his chin on your shoulder. ‘Two months, when was two months ago?’ He asked and you both counted back to the middle of January, your face flushing when you realised what date it must of been, his own face a look of shock when he realised when it could potentially be. ‘You don’t think it was mine and Decs birthday party do you? You know when we-

‘Had drunk sex in Decs summer house in his garden?’ You laughed ‘I mean the dates match up’

‘He’s gonna murder me when he finds out, he’ll make us name the baby after him and everything. Even if it is a little girl we’ll have to call it Declan’ he teased.

‘I’m not calling my baby Declan just cause you couldn’t keep it in your pants’ you laughed bringing him in for a kiss. ‘What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him’ you reasoned and he agreed before resting his head on your shoulder, his hand resting on your tummy just like he did when you were pregnant with Ollie, making you look back at him with a smile. ‘I love you so much, Mase’

‘I love you too, gorgeous. More than anything’ he whispered. ‘How are you feeling about it all?’

‘Scared’ you laughed, your own hand brushing up against his on your tummy and you felt him link your fingers together, making a safe little barrier to protect the tiny life inside you. ‘I’m not really sure it’s sunk in yet. How are you feeling?’

‘Excited’ he smiled, kissing your neck gently as he tried calm you. ‘You don’t need to be scared, love. I’m here for you. Anything you need I’ve got you yeah? I’m gonna take such good care of you. Both of you’ he reassured you

‘I know you will’ you whispered, eyes filling up for the millionth time that day as he kissed you gently and you knew you were in safe hands.

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sunny44 · 6 months

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We don’t like it

Pairing: Dad!Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: nothing I guess

Summary: Where Mason’s wife and daughter didn’t like when he shaved his beard.

Today I decided to do something I didn’t do for a long e time.

Shave my beard.

I’ve always been proud of my beard, It was my personal signature and something he'd nurtured for years.

The thick, well-groomed facial hair had become an integral part of him. Yet, there was one recurring scenario that made me hesitate every time I think of shaving it off - my wife and daughter reaction.

So today as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, razor in my hand, I couldn't help but wonder how the girl’s would react to this. My wife, Y/n, was undoubtedly the most vocal critic.

She claimed that it made me look hot and super attractive so she obviously didn’t like when I shave.

As the shaving foam covered my beard, I remembered the countless times my wife had protest when she sees me without the beard.

My daughter also didn’t like me without it but it was annoying me so much that I could wait any longer to shave it off.

But I had been contemplating this change for a while now. I knew my wife and daughter would initially be surprised, maybe even upset. However, I also believed they would eventually adjust to me with a clean face.

With a deep breath, I began to shave. As the beard disappeared bit by bit, I caught glimpses of my face that I didn’t even remember how it looked since I was with this beard for months.

Once I finished, I examined my clean-shaven face in the mirror and It felt strange, almost as if I had lost a part of myself but it was also liberating in a way I hadn't anticipated.

When I walked into the living room, I was met with a mixed reaction.

My daughter chocked, not sure how to react to this sudden change in her dad's appearance. But my wife, on the other hand, looked surprised but then broke into a smile.

"Wow, you look so different!" she exclaimed.

My daughter Lily got out of my wife’s lap, after a moment of uncertainty she came running to me and I took her in my lap and she began to run her little hands over my face, feeling my face without the beard but with a look of curiosity.

“I don’t like it.” She says after taking of her hand of my face and my wife started laughing.

“What, why?”

“I just don’t like it daddy.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“And what about you babe?”

“Well I didn’t like it either.” She says coming towards us. “You look hot, don’t get me wrong but nothing looks better on you than the beard. And you look so young that people may think your under 18.”

“Oh come on, I don’t look that young.”

“Yes you do Mase, your face used to look like this when we met 7 years.”

“I don’t look like I have 18.”

“Yes you do and you know that.”

“I’ll remember not to shave next time since my two girls hate me.” I said being dramatic and Y/n laughs while my daughter looks scared.

“No, I don’t hate you daddy.” She’s says hugging me tight.

“I know you don’t baby and I love you for that.” I kissed her cheek.

“Well don’t shave it next time please.”

“Yes daddy.” Sebe agree with her mom.

“Okay girls I won’t.” I kissed my wife and we sat on the sofa to watch a movie.

Bonus scene!

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“My girls didn’t like me without the beard.”

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livin4mybabes · 11 months

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everyone wants to be loved | mason mount & charles leclerc social media au

paring: mason mount x reader ; charles leclerc x reader summary: a love triangle between these three, choose your fighter... warnings: none author's note: It took me two days to do this but I really loved the result, I hope you do too…. there is a chance of a second part, let me know if you would like it and who you would choose. bwt request are open, see you soon 👀

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maseyfilms · 1 year

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request for mason or trent where they’re your boyfriend and you have a new guy friend from uni you’ve been hanging out with more and they get jealous but try to hide it until they blow up one day

POUTY LIPS AND NOSE KISSES

M.M.19

summary. mason it's mad you're hanging out with a friend from uni, but he deals with it in a very childish way

pairing. boyfriend!mason x girlfriend!reader

w.count. 698

warnings. pure fluff; kinda short

a/n. this took a whole different way from what i wanted it to be and i'm not sure it was exactly what you asked for, but i hope you enjoy it <3

Mason had been noticing that you've been spending more time with a new guy friend from university, and it made him feel uneasy.

Some weeks before, you came home from college, saying that you had met a really nice guy in your last class and that he invited you to have some coffee with him, and that was the reason you came home a little later.

He knew you wouldn't lie to him, but he also knew you were innocent and some times you didn't notice when guys were hitting on you.

When you texted him one day that you would go to dinner with some friends after college, he simply shrugged it off, until he saw his name on the screen. He tried not to let his jealousy show, but it was bubbling up inside of him.

Mason loves you and trusts you, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something more going on. And although he tried to bring it up, you reassured him that you were just friends, and he had nothing to worry about.

He tried to suppress his jealous feelings, hoping they would go away, but they only got worse. One day, when he saw you smiling to your phone, he knew you were texting your "friend".

He tried to bring your attention to him, kissing your jaw, pulling you closer to his lap, but it almost felt like you were avoiding him or something. It reached a point where he found himself snapping at you in a fit of rage and jealousy.

"Why do you always have to hang out with him? Are you not interested in me anymore?" he said, his voice rising, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the kitchen.

You were taken aback by his outburst, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny.

You change your gaze up from the device, frowning when you looked at his pouty lips.

"No, he's just a friend," you shrugged it off and shifted in your place in the sofa, having your body completely directed to the back of the sofa, looking at your boyfriend's sulking face. "what's wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe you're never home and we never hang out together anymore, because you're always with your friend Luke" His eyes roll back as he says the guys name, and your concern is brushed off with a smirk noticing your boyfriend childness.

You get up from your sitting position, making your way towards the kitchen. "Aww someone's getting jealous" You said, pouting mockingly.

"Shut up" He groaned, walking past you to the other side of the room, bringing out a chuckle from your lips as you swayed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back. "I'm not jealous, I just know you too well to know you don't realise when other guys are flirting with you"

He mumbled, and you smiled against his naked skin. "you're the cutest person ever, you know that?" You chuckled and got on your tiptoes to leave a soft peck on his cheek, turning him around and looking in those beautiful brown eyes you've grown to love. "i'm pretty sure Luke's not interested in me, in fact I was texting him to find out how his date with my friend Amelie went, since he was really excited about it"

With that he realized he had gone too far and sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"I know, it's fine though," You said, diving into his unfairly good looking face, and leaning to place your lips on his own, a gentle kiss to which he smiled as soon he felt your lips glued to his, hands travelling along your body, founding its place on your waist.

You two stood in silence for a few moments, until you spoke up.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

He smiled at you, his heart swelling with love as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," he said, kissing the whole way up from your jaw to your nose, leaving a small peck on the tip.

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mountschelsea · 1 year

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Enough is enough (2/2)

-not my gif-

Request- Something with mason where he stops being the hands on dad that you are used to and going out with his friends whenever he is free. You try talk to him about it and it ends in a fight. You need help so you go stay at your parents for a couple of weeks leaving mason to reflect and realise what an idiot he is. He comes to see you and sort things out and the baby is really happy to see him. Happy ending please xxx

You left that night.

Mason came home a couple hours later to find a note you left him.

Mason,

I can’t do this anymore. I have put up with this bullshit for to long and i’m over it.You don’t care about me or your child.I need to get away from you and this situation.Eva deserves better. I deserve better. Im not going to sit around making promises to her i cant keep. Don’t reach out. I think we both need time away. I really love you and Eva does too. Goodbye Mason.

Mason being a man obviously didn’t care that you asked him not to reach out. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting you non stop. He rang and rang your phone. He left so many voicemails he fulled up your inbox and couldn’t leave anymore.

Mason eventually fell asleep.

You on the other hand were still driving to your parents house, you had no idea what they would say or even if they would let you stay with them. You had no other choice. You knew mason would go to every single on of your friends house looking for you.

About an hour later you were there. Sat outside the house you left years ago not on good terms. You sat there for about 20 minutes building up the courage to ring the door bell. Finally you were ready.

Your finger hovered over the button. As you thought for a split second ‘am i actually going to do this’. You did.

You heard your mum shout for your dad to open the door. You were deep in your thoughts when your dads voice cut through them.

“y/n?” He saw your red puffy eyes. He took a while taking every detail of his little girl he hadnt seen in years. Until the landed on the baby carrier. His heart dropped. ‘He was a grandad?’

“Paul whats taking so long the house is getting cold.” Your mum muttered as she came to the door.

“Y/n baby?” She quickly noticed the baby and your crying eyes.

“Paul go get their bags.Come in sweetie.”

You entered everything looked the same. A few new pictures but other than that it was the same.

“Listen mum...” you were quickly interupted.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Mum i can..” you were cut off again.

“Did that boy lay his hands on my little girl.” your dad butted in.

“No” you finally got out.

“Look mum dad i will explain every thing tomorrow i just need to sleep.” just as you finished talking Eva started to cry.

“Don’t worry y/n we can handle her you go sleep.”

“are you sure?”

“i’m a mum remember, we’ll be fine”

you gave her a small smile before you left to go upstairs.

The next day you woke up to your phone ringing. Again and again. It seems mason had informed everyone you left and told them to try get in touch’. You replied to Lauren and Sofia explaining the whole situation and they promised not to tell Dec or Kai anything. You put your phone back on the bedside table and went to brush your teeth and do your skin care.

Just as you walked back in, your phone started vibrating. It was Mason. Again.

You don’t know what came over you put you answered.

“Y/n?” Mason said letting out a long breath.

“Mason i told you I needed space”

“Y/n please I’m sorry just come home”.

“No Mason I told you...” you were cut off by mason desperately speaking again.

“I know what you said, but I cant do this without you. Without Eva. Please. I know i messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll change.”

“Mason you know I can’t.”

“Where are you guys. I’ll come. We’ll talk. We can get through this.”

“I’m not telling where we are Mason. I’ve told you so many times. I need time and space.”

“Well I’m sorry for not want my child to stay in some random hotel.”

“We’re not in a hotel.”

“Come on Y/n, I’ve been to everyones house looking for you. Cut the bullshit.”

“NO MASON! YOU CUT THE BULLSHIT! OUR DAUGHTER IS SAFE AND HAPPY, SHE HASN’T EVEN ASKED FOR YOU ONCE! YOU ACT AS IF I’M TAKING HER AWAY FROM YOU WHEN YOU WERE NEVER THERE AT HOME. WE WILL TALK WHEN I WANT TO TALK.” You snapped at him before ending the call.

It wasn’t your ideal start to the day but what could you do.

You decided to go downstairs to get something to eat. You came down to Eva laughing at your Dad pulling funny faces and your mum cooking.

You have been at your parents a week now. You explained the whole thing to them expecting a ‘I told you so’ but all you got back was an apology. They said sorry for everything. For losing touch, for the way they acted the night you left and for not coming to your wedding.

You finally had decided to go home.

You packed up your’s and Eva’s things. You had an emotional goodbye with your parents and promised to stay in touch and then you were finally on the road again.

About an hour had past and you were pulling into the driveway of your’s and Mason’s shared home. You saw his car parked out side which meant he was in. You turned the car off and hesitantly got out. You were to tired to get your stuff out now so you only brought Eva’s baby bag.

You unlocked the door to see Mason stood there, he looked as if he hadn’t slept since you left. Eva was asleep as you carefully placed her carrier down. You shut the door behind you and you stood there for what felt like years but was only seconds.

Suddenly Mason started walking towards you and quickly grabbed you into the tightest hug ever. You went to speak before mason got there before you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t live without you. I need you. You and Eva are all i will ever need. I’m a stupid idiot. I was selfish and I can 100% see why you left but I can never live without you, so please forgive me. Please give me a second chance. I will never ever disrespect you ever again. I love you so much, I need you to survive.”

You stared at him for a moment before speaking.

“You are an idiot, but I love and need you too.”

_ Veryyy rushed and not proofread but i need more requests so please send some xx

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄𝐑 ft mason mount

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In which Mason helps you get through the mess of your life.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst + fluff / ☆

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: abandonment, language, abuse, a toxic relationship, and breakdown

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: another request coming in from my beautiful wifey <333 very explicit and heavy angst on this one, would not recommend if you get easily triggered. Read at your own risk!! (not yet proofread)

'Papa, will mom be back?' The little girl asked her dad, wondering. He looks at her, softening gaze meeting her curious doe-eyed. 'She won't, dearest. But she's in a better place now. She is not sick and finally free.' She held her dad's lap with her grabby hand and grin 'Like a bird, Papa?!' He smile, and petting her head 'Yes.'

'When will you be back, dad?' The girl stare at her dad, and he smiles at her 'Soon, don't wait for me, yeah?' Finally, he place a chaste kiss on her forehead before leaving the front porch.

'Dad?' His figure began to disappear, and the girl calls out for her dad a thousand times 'Dad? Dad! Come back.' But he never did. Not after that day.

You woke up from bed, head fuzzy and clouded. That dream, the dream you wished to not see and did not expect to see after all these years. A dream of your self-centered father. The man who swore on his life to your mom to take care of you but instead leave you and never come back. Like he never existed. A dream that awakens your past self, that you buried and keep hidden inside a locked box.

You rush to the bathroom, eyes teary and chest tight. You wash your face with cold water to freshen and left the room now seeing your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed with your phone in hand 'You... Alright?'

'Yes, lovely! Would you mind coming here for a moment, love?' Your hand sweats in anxiety as you stroll at him, and your eyes not daring to meet his sharp ones. 'What's this?' He asked, jaw packed with your phone holding up. You look at your phone to see a text history of you and your friend, Mason.

'I... We texted last night,' He hums ushering you to continue 'He told me to have a lunch with him-' A slap echoes the room, and your weaken body fell to the ground as you inhale in surprise 'Sounds like a date, don't you think?' His figure near your trembling form, and crouch down to your level 'And...?'

'I told him I can't. That's all.' He squashed your face using one hand 'Don't you dare lie to me?' Your eyes are moist sheet with tears 'I swear I'm not. I did decline his offer.' He pushes your face off so hard that your head accidentally clashes with the edge of the wall.

'Well alright then, you better not lie to me or you'll be dead. I'm going to work.' He left the room with a loud slam on the door and you cry. This is the third time this week. He hit you for absolutely no motive and leave you with harsh bruises on your body.

You get up and walk to the mirror noticing a trickle of blood past your head to your cheek realizing that you were bleeding on the head and the corner of your cheek form a light blue bruise. You sigh and get the first aid kit to treat yourself when your phone ring.

It was your morning alarm. You immediately fetch the wounds and then get ready for work.

'Good morning.' You passed a co-worker and left for your cabin room. The morning sun was just rising when you entered giving a nice firm warm of heat. You take off your coat and sat down on the swivel chair to begin working.

'Hello!~' Came the high-pitched voice of your best friend, Melinda. You smile at her as she offered you a nice hot cup of coffee 'Oh my goodness. Is that...' You hid the bruise using the scarf that's wrapped around your neck and fake a cough 'I fell off the stairs.' She shakes her head at you, hand ready to hold yours as she brings you to the medium-sized couch and settles down 'Everyone would be so mindless to not notice that. It's Billy innit?' You smile at her, eyes getting teary and red

'Oh, my God!' She came to hug your shuddering form and soothe your back 'That piece of scum! She rages, and tightens a hold around you 'I don't know what to do Mel, he's becoming worse nowadays, it hurts.' You wailed already ruining the mascara.

'Have you told Mason?' You shake your head at her 'I did, he wants to take action but I insist. I don't want to lose Billy. I'll be hopeless.' She shakes her head at you 'You will not. You have this job with a securing payment. You have me and Mason. You are not alone.' You push her away and smile weakly 'No Mel, you don't get it. Billy has been with me since day one ever since my father abandoned me. I'll not let him down.' She held your hand with her with a reassuring sigh 'Alright but if he ever did something ever again, you'll tell me alright?' You thanked her and she hugs you once more, and caressing your hair.

You were thankful when Mel offered to take half of your shift so you can home early or maybe just stroll around as you like to mind off of your problems.

And here you are walking around mindlessly around the city until your feet become sore and come to a halt.

You realize that you are somewhere familiar. Mason's neighborhood. You chuckle to yourself, I mean how dumb can you be to be hereafter all? He is probably out, training. You turn your heels around to walk back but a hand stops you 'Y/n?' You look up to see Mason. His eyes were curious and anxious 'What are you doing here-' His question was cut off by himself as he inspects the bruise on your cheek 'Come!' He pull you somewhere in the park of his neighborhood area and stopped by a bench 'Sit. We have to talk.' You shake your head, and hand prying off but it's futile 'Stop. Sit Y/n.'

You sighed but obeyed him anyways 'What happened Y/n? You told me you couldn't make it to today's lunch so what happened that led to this?' You sniffle and your hands tighten so that your knuckle turns white.

'I'm sorry Mase, he finds out and he hit me. I'm sorry.' He didn't waste a second to clasp onto you. For a moment he was quiet.

'Mase...?' And as you said that a loud broken sob radiates off him. He clutched on your shirt for dear life 'This cannot go on Y/n, he hurt you more. I can't see that. No.' You went to hug him back soothing him with a lazy smile 'I'll be fine Mount. I know he didn't mean it.'

He shake his head repeatedly 'No! You know he does!' You chuckle with tears burning to escape 'But what can I do, huh? Nothing.' He broke the hug and sought at you 'Y/n, I'll protect you. I'll take care of you better than he did. I will love you and give you the love you perfectly deserve. I'll love you every waking day and will never stop. So just choose me and leave him. I don't want you to suffer anymore. It's enough that you have to suffer all these years. I'm not gonna let you go again, I will not stand by and watch him wreck you. I won't. I love you and I'll protect you from him, from anyone who dares to lay their hands on you.' You gasp and sobs at his words.

Was this a confession? A confession you dreamt of having with the love of your life, whom you thought was Billy? Was this it? Your dream come true just like how you watched in Disney? Is this finally it? Your happily ever after.

You took his hand and nods. Mason went to hug you again and happily sigh 'I'll take care of you. I'll help you get through this mess and you can finally learn to love again. I promise.'

Months past, and you are gradually getting better with the help of your best friend, Mason. You left the home you once felt comfort in. You left the guy whom you thought was your happily ever after. You left and never come back.

Is this it? The comforting sensation your father felt once he left you and his miserable past? No. That was a selfish reason. If yes, then why not bring you with him. Why left you alone and cry yourself to sleep everyday? You will not compare the grateful you feel with him.

Today, you just got back from another appointment of yours with Mason and was on your way home when you got a phone call.

'Who is it?' You shrug putting back the phone inside your bag 'Spam call probably? Been getting it for this last few weeks.' You half-shrug your shoulder at the mention, and smile 'Really? You should take it next time. Maybe it's an important phone call, if not why bother calling so many times?' You shrugged once again 'Sure,' You two walks away, hands in hands to your car.

That night, when Mason was off to the bathroom you got the same phone call again and this time you decided to pick it up 'Hello?'

Mason got out of the bathroom seeing you on bed with your phone in hand, and you was looking down with sweats trickling your face 'Hey, you alright?' He climb on the bed and sneak an arm around you but you was quick to hug him and let a relieving sigh 'It's him.' He hums in confusion but hands still caressing your back 'Who-'

'My father.' He breaks off the hug to see you already on the verge of crying 'What did he say?' You shake your head at him, 'He wants us to reconnect again but I told him to buzz off. I don't want anything to do with him Mount!' You wail and went to hug him again. He sighs in the crook of your neck 'Ignore him and you'll be fine.'

It is indeed what you did but the constant phone call did not stop. No matter how many times you blocked him, he'll find away to get back at you and that scares you so much. You would occasionally picks up and tell him to stop bothering you but he never stops instead the amount of calls increasing.

Your mind is hazy and heavy. It was beginning to take a toll on you. Him and the problems he keeps babbling at you. Sometimes you find yourself locking yourself inside the bathroom and crying quietly to sleep.

Today was no different, the phone calls keep coming and you tries your best to avoid it until you cannot 'Leave me alone!' You shout breaking the phone over on the ground. Your knees buckle at the action as you totally breakdown.

Your wailing and crying heard around the house, your chest tightening and feels heavy. You slowly beginning to lose your breath and eyes hooded. A small voice coming at the back of your head. They were chanting everything he keeps saying at you.

'Çðmê ßå¢k!'

'Ì mï§§ ¥ðµ, Ðêårê§†'

'Çðmê ßå¢k †ð mê, ¥/ñ!'

You began shouting in helplessness. You yell at them to stop but it gradually getting louder. Your eyes were bloodshot and quavering 'Stop! Please stop...'

'Y/n.' The voice is muffling like you were underwater, once more the voice echoed inside your head and this time clearer. You open your eyes and see Mason, all panicked.

You pounced on him and cry 'Shush, I'm here. I'm sorry I left you...' You hum and cradle on top of him 'Help me Mase, it's scary. I'm scared.' He pecks your head and carry you to bed 'Get some sleep, you are tired.' Even though he was crying himself, he was looking unbothered.

You tried to fight the urge to doze off but after long enough fighting you finally fell asleep.

Mason stroke your hair unto his palm before he left the room to downstairs and get your phone. It was broken and shattering but gladly it's still working.

He dialed your father's recent number and he picked up 'Y/n? Oh my God! I'm glad you changed your mind...'

'Fuck off of her sight. You ruined her enough. You've done enough damaged to her. One more time you decided to bother her, I'll kill you.'

'Who is this?!' Your father shouted in anger 'Where is my daughter.'

'You are dead to her. Fuck off and never shows up again.'

He ended the call and throw your phone inside the bin. Then he left for the room and get you inside his arms 'No more worries for you. I'll protect you just like I promised.'

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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prompt 3 for mason 😍

y/n: your name

WARNING: THIS IS V AWFULLY WRITTEN SORRY

2nd person pov

“Y/N hun, did you get the cake?” Your mother asked on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah yeah I’m pulling into the garage right now.” You mumbled as you parked the car in the garage.

“Great thanks. Also heads up, there’s a guest here so mentally prepare yourself I suppose.” You mum added.

You scoffed, “You act like I’m incapable of talking to other adults.”

“You aren’t.” Your dad blurted into your mom’s phone.

“Hey! What do y—oh forget it. I’m coming through the garage door.” You spoke into the phone, trying to balance the cake while squeezing the phone in between your ear and shoulder.

You inwardly cheered as you managed to make your way from the garage to the kitchen without dropping anything. You were tempted to open the cake a snag a piece before laughter from the family room interrupted your devilish choices.

“Company.” You grumbled, hoping it wasn’t anyone too important.

Your gym set (black leggings, cropped black athletic tank and oversized gray zip up) would have to do.

You leaned against the kitchen wall, hoping to be able to decipher the voice on the other side. But alas, it was not meant to be. Shrugging your shoulders, you strode into the family room until you noticed him.

He stopped in the middle of his laughter once he noticed your presence. A smirk made its way onto his face.

“You fucking son of a bi—” You started before your brother, Leo (not Lio Messi) shushed you.

“Y/N. This is my best friend in London, Mason.” Leo smiled, introducing you to apparently, the man who was his best friend.

You’d never met him before, at least that’s what your family thought. Leo had moved to London a few months prior while you opted to stay in Southampton for studies. Mason was one of the good friends he’d gained during his time in the English capital.

You weren’t stupid. You watched football, avidly at that. You knew Mason Mount. What nobody besides you and Mason knew however, was that you two had met before. It was about three months ago, when you were visiting Leo for the first time.

You’d been on your drive back to Southhampton and were stopped at a service station in Croydon for some snacks. You were sleep deprived and exhausted but needed to get home to finish exam studying. You’d spotted your favourite ever, a terrys chocolate orange. There was only one left. Just as you were about to grab it, that wanker did as well.

And though you’re normally tended to be on the quieter side and non confrontational, that man brought out the worst in you. You both fought over it at the back of the store.

Hence solidifying your hatred of the man.

“Lovely to see you again. Hadn’t seen you since our time in the service station.” The smirk growing wider as he spoke.

He was the one who ended up getting that chocolate orange on that fateful night.

“Yeah we—” You began to speak but saw your family shift uncomfortably at the conversation between the two you.

You opted to bring it up later, and begrudgingly sat down as Leo covered up the awkward silence.

hours later***

You sat at the kitchen island huddled over your laptop, you’d now changed into nightwear. This, in your case, happened to be very similar to your regular clothing. An oversized jumper and athletic shorts.

“And so though it ended in chaos, the ancient civilizations of Greece and Persia will forever hold a history beyond that of their fabled tales.” You whispered to yourself as you typed the sentence on your laptop.

It was a last minute history essay which you’d completely forgot about and had began to bullshit at 2 in the morning.

You sighed in relief, realising you’d be able to go to sleep tonight. You were just about to pack up and head to your room for the night before you heard footsteps approaching you.

Weird. Everyone in your family were heavy sleepers, including you.

Unless it wa-wait. Please no.

You grimaced when you saw a tired Mason rubbing his temples looking like a mess. You snickered at the sight.

It took a bit for his eyes to readjust to the light, having the blink a few times upon seeing you.

“Not asleep yet?” He asked you, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

What kind of person drinks coffee at 2 in the morning?

“Had an essay to finish.” You muttered.

“Oh yeah? What about?” Mason asked.

You gazed at him with sceptisim. You found it odd that something like this would pique his interest.

“I don’t suppose you’d know anything about it.” You scoffed.

A lazy smile made its way onto his face.

“Come on Y/N. I thought we were past this.”

“You may be, but me no. Call me a bitch but I hold my grudges.” You spoke, trying to avoid eye contact.

Mason rolled his eyes and walked back to the guest room. You shrugged your shoulder, happy to be rid of him.

Then however, he appeared again. Your eyes zeroed in at what he was holding in his hands.

“Think fast.” He said, tossing the box at you.

Your hands sprang up and you were satisfied that you managed to catch it. It was a box, a large one at that. Full of several Terry’s Chocolate Oranges.

“Truce?” He offered.

You looked down at the chocolates, then to Mason, then back again.

“Fine.” You obliged.

You noticed the way he was looking at you. He stared at you like you were the only one. It was 2am, you were the only one in the room. You began to feel warm, nervous, and anxious under his gaze. Like he was scrutinising your every move.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You finally mustered up the courage to ask.

“Analysis.” He answered.

“Analysis? Are you good?” You shot him a strange look.

“I’m just trying to figure out why I acted the way I did at the service station.”

“Maybe because your were getting no playing time at Chelsea and you guys were losing every match.” You laughed, before quickly shutting yourself up.

“Sorry too soon.” You apologised.

To your surprised Mason cracked a smile. He then proceeded to walk over to you on the other side of the kitchen island, you swiveled your chair around to face him.

You sat while he stood. You looked up at him, still confused and nervous at what he was doing.

His arms flew to either side of you, basically caging you in.

You gulped nervously for several reasons. One, you obviously wanted him to act on it but you were kind of inexperienced and wouldn’t know what to do if he did. Two, you were in your parents house, they were sleeping just above your heads. Three, he was your brother’s best friend.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, placing emphasis on the what.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked, eyes fixated on you.

“Yes.” You answered immediately.

“The only reason I fought with you so hard was because I thought you were cute. I didnt really know how else to get a girl’s attention.” Mason admitted sheepishly.

“So you’re not usually a dick?” You inquired, a smile playing on your face.

“Usually no. To you, yes. I like our bantering.” He smirked.

“Me too.” You nodded, laughing.

You noticed he started to glance longingly at your lips.

But before you could think or act, you heard movement upstairs, someone shuffling in their room.

“My parents are upstairs.” You thought aloud.

Mason nodded about to speak before you both heard someone coming down the stairs. You acted on instinct, pecked him on the lips then scurried away to your room.

“Call me.” You mouthed, gesturing with your hands, inwardly celebrating when you saw him smile.

Somehow managing to get up to your room and in your bed without whoever was coming down the stairs noticing, a smile was on your face.

You quickly opened up your phone and began to text your two best friends.

Today starts a forbidden romance, just like in the movies. Upon reading your text you quickly deleted the message.

Oh shit. He didn’t have your number.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be just like the movies.

I was not feeling this one at all, was a bit chaotic. hope u enjoyed though <3

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lfc21 · 1 year

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mason mount fic please omg!!!

Hey! I can definitely do a Mason Mount fic. Do you have any ideas? 💕

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount y/n #mason mount masterlist #mason mount request #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader

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les-lestappen · 1 year

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“I couldn't sleep.” With mason mount pls!!

authors' note: here it is, hope you like it, it's supposed to be set right before euros quali, so right now lmao.

MASON MOUNT X READER:

You opened one eye and the other and saw Mason already awake, sat up and scrolling on his phone, with netflix in the background.

"Good morning" you said, cuddling up to him.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry I didn't think the tv was that loud."

"Don't worry about it. What time is it?"

"Almost five."

"Which means you have a flight in less than four hours."

"I guess"

"What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep" he mumbles, then quickly changes topic "What do you think of those long distance touch bracelets?"

"The ones that light up? I guess they're cute." you said, confused.

"You want one? I mean, two but I would have the other."

"If you feel like buying it, sure, but you'd have to take it off everytime you play anyway and knowing me I would probably lose it, I don't know if it's practical."

"Yeah you're right…" he says, looking a little lost. Then he takes his phone in his hands again and starts searching for something.

"What about a necklace then?"

"What is this about?"

"I want to get you a gift?"

"Is that a question?"

"No, I want to get you a gift."

"Why?"

"Cause I want to be a good boyfriend."

"You already are and you know I don't like you spending money on me."

"It's nothing I can't afford."

You smile "I know, you arrogant pretty rich boy."

He smiles back, kissing your forehead "At least I'm pretty."

"But seriously, I wanna give you something."

"Give me a kiss" you say and he gives you a quick kiss, still looking unsure.

"I feel like I should give you something, since I'm leaving today and all, you know to apologize…"

"Mase this is your job we're talking about. I don't want you to apologize cause you're playing for England, this is a good thing!"

"Yeah I know." he sighs "But everything is going to be more intense as the Euros start. Seeing each other is going to be more difficult and I already know I'll be stressed. I think it's unfair to you."

You smile and tell him "Come here." so that he's laying in your arms instead of sitting up.

You gently starts running a hand through his hair. "Mase look at me, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you, and I have to say it's kind of worth it."

"Just kind of?" he laughs

"We'll see. There's one thing I want from you: I want you focusing on the game, giving it your all as you always do and I'll be there, waiting and proud. Always."

He looks up at you with the biggest smile and slightly wet eyes.

"I love you Y/n." he says.

"I love you too Mason, now sleep." you answer, kissing his temple as he hugs you tighter, already yawning.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount #chelsea fc #chelsea #christian pulisic #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fic #mason mount imagine #euros 2024 #footballer x reader #football fic #request

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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maybe one where mason has been struggling alot? maybe he’s having a hard time at training and the start of the season hasn’t been working out how he wants it to so you surprise him at a game with his family and then you head home and have a takeaway for dinner and then cuddles on the couch leads to the softest most loving sex ever

This request was E V E R Y T H I N G, thank you so much for sending it to me! I loved writing it (and it shows judging how long it turned out!)! I really hope you’ll like it! 🤍

Mr Goalscorer

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: You love Mason with all your heart, and you’re set on demonstrating him that, both “on” and “off” the pitch.

Warnings: things get quite steamy at the end, you’ve been warned!

gif credits to @packjoker

Each time the moment of international duty came, you weren’t really happy to let Mason go; the days you’d have to spend apart weighed on you very much and you’d miss him dearly while he was away. But this time you were happy to let him go, well kind of.

The season didn’t start in the best way for him at Chelsea, and that was taking a toll on him you could tell. He was so dedicated, always busy training and keeping himself in the best of shapes; but on his face you could read that he felt like everything he did still wasn’t enough.

Your feelings about the whole situation were confirmed one night, a little over a week ago, when Mason came home from training exhausted and didn’t speak a word to you until you begged him to. In that moment you saw him for what he really was, or what he was trying to be; he acted strong, as if nothing was wrong, but when he started talking to you, you discovered that in fact it was just an act. In reality he was pained about the situation at the club, pained that he wasn’t playing like he wanted to, and afraid there was nothing more he could offer to his team.

That same night, while he laid on the sofa with his head in your lap, you reminded him that he could always come to you when something was bothering him. That same night, the night before he was supposed to leave with the National Team, you pushed him to do his best, putting your feelings aside and just thinking about what he needed the most: trusting himself and his talent once again, something you were sure he could do while he was away, with the help of his teammates.

“Do you reckon he can spot us up here??” you anxiously asked Jaz, biting your nails both in fear that he couldn’t see you were all there, ending up with no surprise at all, and in nervousness for the game that was about to start.

“First thing, stop biting those poor nails! You look like my brother when you do it…” she laughed, always keeping her hand on her bump, “Second, we’re pretty close to the pitch so, he’s gonna spot us for sure, don’t worry… our surprise won’t be ruined!” she added, taking your hand in hers.

Jaz’ words seemed to have eased your nerves; you planned this surprise as soon as Mason left your home for Saint George’s Park, and you wanted everything to be perfect of course; you wanted Mason to know you always had his back, always. You didn’t tell him anything, but you and Tony made sure you got some nice seats, not far behind England’s bench, so that Mason could easily see you there and feel your full support.

“I hope you’re right!” you gently smiled at her, leaning your head on her shoulder while Summer sat in your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.

While you were busy playing with the little girl and talking to her mother about her pregnancy, the English players were taking the usual walk around the pitch before the game; people were slowly making their way to their seats, meaning the stadium was still empty, mostly, and quite silent too.

All of a sudden, as Summer saw his favourite uncle getting closer, she shouted at the top of her little lungs for him.

“Uncle Maceyyy!” she screamed as she jumped on your lap, waving at him with her arms.

“Shhh Summer!” Jaz shushed her daughter out of instinct, raising a finger to her own lips, “Uncle Mason doesn’t know we’re here, it’s a surprise!”

“No wait, let her,” Debbie said chuckling, “he has to know we’re here one way or another!”

Mason’s ears perked up upon hearing the echo of a little voice that sounded extremely familiar, and he turned around in a haste, trying to figure out where that voice was coming from; he was sure that his mind was playing tricks on him since he knew no one would be coming to the game that night, so he just shook his head and kept on walking with Ben by his side while they chatted about the match.

As they neared the sideline, Mason laughed at something his teammate said and casually threw his head back, the crinkles by his eyes visible from where you were seated; you smiled upon seeing him so relaxed, thinking that being with the boys at camp was doing him some good, before you turned your attention back to the little girl in your lap.

“That can’t be…” Mason whispered, a shocked expression on his face upon spotting some familiar faces.

“What?” Ben asked dumbfounded, looking in the same direction his friend was looking too, “Wait, y/n’s here?? Your family’s here?? But you told me they couldn’t attend the game?”

“Yeah that’s what I thought too…” he smiled as his eyes were contoured by the usual crinkles once again, as they settled on a precise spot on the stands.

“Well that’s a nice surprise man!” his friend said, patting him on his shoulder.

“Yeah…yeah it is…” Mason chuckled, his heart picking up its pace upon seeing you all there.

“Uhm girls… I think he saw us!” Debbie said out of the blue, pointing at Mason, who had his eyes fixed on all of his family, but just on one person in particular, you.

“Oh…” you breathed once you moved your gaze from Summer to Mason; your eyes locked in those warm brown ones you adored and your mind went blank, “Yeah… he definitely saw us!” you added as you raised your hand and waved at him, finally releasing the breath you didn’t even know you were holding up until that moment.

England vs Germany was a real rollercoaster of emotions! What started like a pretty dull game, ended up like a thrilling one in the second half: especially from the moment Mason was subbed on. He entered the pitch full of energy, and played wonderfully; he not only changed the way England was playing, he even scored a goal himself!

You jumped up and down with Summer in your arms, and you both screamed his name when you saw Mason running towards where you were standing, pointing at you while he celebrated his goal. That only made you want to hug him even more, as you were sure everything was going to be easier for him now.

The moment finally came, as you were waiting for him with his family. He sneaked up behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, making you jump from the scare.

“Mase oh my God!” you laughed however, happy to be in his arms after all those days, even if he almost gave you a heart attack.

“Don’t you dare act surprised now!” he giggled, brushing his nose on the skin of your neck and inhaling your perfume that he missed so much, “I’m the one who should be surprised, why didn’t you tell me you were coming??” he almost whined, leaning his chin on the top of your head, eyes closed as he kept his arms firmly around your body while he relished in the feeling of being close to you once again.

“Because if she told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise then, genius!” Lewis chided, sticking his tongue out at his little brother.

“Always the funny one you are…” he playfully rolled his eyes at him, “Hey where’s Summer??”

“Boo uncle Macey!!!” she jumped at his side, clinging to his right leg in an attempt to scare him.

“I saw you! You didn’t scare me missy!” Mason laughed, removing himself from you and giving his full attention to the little girl.

“That’s not true! You’re veeery scared!” She shook her head while her uncle took her in his arms, her little ponytails dancing in the air, “Very very scared!”

“Am I??”

“Yes you are!” you turned around to give support to the poor girl in Mason’s hold, “You jumped out of your skin! You can’t tell me otherwise!”

“Hey whose side are you on???” Mason whined, making puppy eyes at you.

“Summer’s of course!” you winked at him, before you high fived his niece, “Us girls gotta stick together!”

“Oh I see how it is!” Mason pouted, before he tickled the both of you, laughing uncontrollably, “You teamed up against me during the game, I saw you two from the pitch!”

The bickering went on under the stare of his family, all of them looking at you with their eyes full of love and their wide smiles; and just as if you felt their stares on you, you both turned around and resumed talking with them. You started from congratulating him on the goal, and went on talking about football and how the camp was this time, all of this while you went to your cars.

After you said your goodbyes to his family you walked to car, with Mason holding tightly on your hand, almost as if he was afraid you would vanish in the air if he let go.

“Give me the keys babe.” he asked while you were helping him putting his bags in the hood of your car.

“I thought I was driving?” you told him dumbfounded, closing the hood of the car before you reached for your car keys in your purse.

“I’m not letting you drive this late at night,” he tutted, his hand opened wide and waiting for the keys in front of you, “especially not with this traffic. Keys now.”

“Okay okay!” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, secretly loving how careful he always was with you, “Here are your keys Mr Goalscorer. Happy now?”

“Yes,” he smiled softly as he closed the space between the two of you, “but I’d be way happier if you’d give me a kiss. You still didn’t give me one.”

“Well I didn’t think it was appropriate to smooch your face in front of your family, Mase…”

“Since when do you care??” he frowned, his voice turning to that cute, whiny tone he always used with you, knowing full well you couldn’t resist it.

“I always care.” you sassed him, “But I just saw you score the hottest goal ever… so, you get why I didn’t think it was appropriate?”

“I think I do…” his signature smirk appeared on his face, before he lowered his face and pressed his lips to yours, “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I thought you’d never ask…”

“Do you wanna order some take out on our way home?” Mason asked while he was reversing and driving out of the Red Parking, his free hand going instinctively on your right thigh.

“I don’t really feel like cooking right now so…” you said as you leaned your head against the headrest, turning to your right to look at your boyfriend, “Why not?”

“What are you in the mood for?” he looked in both directions as he made his way out of the car park, while the answer to his question appeared right in front of your eyes.

“I’d really like some Wagamama you know?” you jumped in your seat at the sight, pointing with your finger at the restaurant.

“You really can’t resist it, can you??” he chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Here, take my phone and order what you want, in that way we won’t have to wait too long for it to be delivered once we’re home…” he added, giving you his phone to do so.

“Fine,” you happily grinned at him, searching in the menu for the best option, “uhm what do I order for you??”

“I trust you with that decision,” he told you as his eyes were glued on the road in front of him, “just, nothing too spicy please… I’d like something more on the sweet side tonight…”

“Okay, nothing too spicy…” you spoke while you scrolled on his phone until you found the perfect dish for him, “I’ve got it! I’m done!”

“Good job babe,” he squeezed your thigh softly, “I can’t wait to be home now…”

“Yeah me too,” you sighed, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand, “I just want to eat our food on our sofa, in front of the tv and share all the cuddles in the world… you know, make up for lost time…”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking about,” he said, “I missed you while I was away…” he raised your now intertwined hands and kissed each and every one of your knuckles.

“I missed you too Mase…” you tightened the hold on his hand while he kissed it, carefully turning around and placing a lingering kiss on his jaw.

“Babe the food has arrived!” Mason called you from downstairs as soon as he closed the front door.

“I’m down in a minute!”

“Hurry up or it’s gonna get cold!” he warned as he carefully put the food on the coffee table, right in front of the sofa.

“Oh my God I could smell it from upstairs, I’m so hungry!” you hummed as soon as you sat down next to him, smelling the food from up close this time.

“You weren’t joking when you said you were gonna wear your pjs!” Mason laughed as he looked at you.

“Can you blame me? I want to be as comfortable as possible!” you explained, “Plus, in that way you can carry me to bed if I fall asleep, and I won’t have to wake up to change my clothes.”

“Just make sure you’re not cold babe,” he joked as he admired the smooth skin that was left uncovered by your silky pjs, “I don’t want your icy feet on me tonight…”

“I’ve got you to keep me warm,” you winked at him before you took your food from the table and leaned your back against the soft cushions, throwing your naked legs on his lap and earning a playful glare from him, “we still have to share all the cuddles in the world remember??”

“How can I forget?” he softly smiled, glad he was back home with you.

In between laughter and chats about the highlights of the game you were watching on tv, you quickly finished your food, just as quickly as you found yourself cuddled up, snug and cozy against Mason’s chest.

“I missed you so much Mason…” you murmured, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing even more the space between the two of you by placing your lips on the soft skin of his neck.

“Is that so?” he smirked before he placed his lips on your forehead, “Because you didn’t mention it to me when I called you, not even once…”

“I didn’t want to be a distraction…” you whined, gently biting on his skin and making him hiss, “You had to keep your mind on football, I didn’t want to be in the way!”

“You’d never be a distraction baby…” he whispered against your temple, pressing a loving kiss to it, “Well, not an unpleasant one…”

“That’s a bit of a contradiction, Mase…”

“Come here…” he instructed as the hand that was caressing your back moved to your hip. He helped you sit in his lap, well he helped you straddling him as your thighs were on both sides of his hips, his hands on them and yours on his face, caressing his beard while you waited for him to talk, “You make me feel good, you bring my feet back on the ground, and if this means I’ll get distracted then so be it… but you’re so much more than just a distraction, you’re my motivation, you’re what keeps me going… and I love you so much for this.”

“I love you too…” you whispered, almost out of breath upon hearing his sweet words.

“I mean every word I said babe,” he looked at you, deep into your eyes, while his thumbs went under the top of your pjs, touching the smooth skin of your tummy that was hidden from it, “you pushed me to do my best, to be confident again, and today I even got to score a goal! It was all thanks to you and the trust you have in me…”

“No chance,” you shushed him with your finger, “you scored because you’re talented Mase, not because of me, I didn’t do anything… it was all on you Mr Goalscorer…” you teased him once again with the nickname.

“You were there, and that’s everything that counts for me…” his voice dropped as his stare was burning into your eyes.

You could feel your faces gravitating towards each other’s, your breathing getting shorter by the minute, your lips grazing until they collided.

What started off as a loving, gentle kiss, turned into a heated one in the blink of an eye; Mason’s hands were cupping your face as he deepened the kiss; your tongues were fighting for dominance as if you were trying to battle on who missed the other more through a kiss.

Your hands started to move from his chest, up to his neck and in his hair, tugging at the short strands as if you wanted to keep him as close as possible.

“Take me to bed, Mase…” you breathed in his ear, hearing him groan back at your request.

“You wanna go to sleep?” he smirked, moving his hands from your waist to your butt and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now, honestly.” you bit your lip as the feeling of him getting hard under you was more than enough to keep you fully awake.

“And tell me, what’s on your mind then my love?”

“You.” you said, lowering your face towards his once again before you kissed the corner of his lips and rolled your hips down on his to create some sort of friction that you both were now so needy for.

“I love you…” Mason whispered as he held you tightly against his body.

“I love you too…”

“I gotta have you…” the neediness in his voice was more evident with each second that he was holding you; the close contact between your bodies igniting a fire deep within him, one that he couldn’t control any more.

“I’m not stopping you baby…”

“Hold on tight,” he instructed as his hands were now firmly placed under your butt, “I’m gonna take care of you…”

And he did, he carried you to bed while you just enjoyed the warmth that was radiating off his body; he never stopped leaving small kisses on your exposed shoulder, not even while he walked upstairs with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He whispered sweet, loving words into your ear that had you giggling from the happiness you were feeling just from having him home once again.

In between laughter, he gently lowered your body on the bed before he erupted in a fit of giggles once he understood you wouldn’t let him go, not even to get undressed.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled in your neck, nipping carefully on your skin.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

“But you have to let me pleasure you babe…” he said as he pressed his body down on yours, eliciting a moan from you.

“I want to make you feel good Mase…” you whined, raising your hips up to meet the slow rolling of his.

“You will, once I’m done with you…” he growled. His pupils were slowly dilating, he was famished for you, and his hunger was quickly making an appearance.

“Please Mason…”

“Please what?”

“I need you…” you breathed, “Please…”

“Where do you need me?” he whispered against your lips. His hand sneaked its way under your silky shorts, and he groaned when he felt how wet you already were for him, “You want me inside you?”

“Yes… please…” your breathing was getting laboured just from the touch of his fingers, “Oh fuck…” your head rolled back into the pillows as Mason’s eyes couldn’t part from the blissful expression painted on your face while he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you.

“I missed this baby,” he rasped, clearly getting more aroused by watching you, “I missed seeing you like this, all mine.”

“Fuck Mase I want more… I need more…” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, the feeling of his fingers inside you doing very little to satiate your need for him.

He stopped his movements, leaving his fingers inside of you while he kissed you fiercely. You bit down on his lower lip, hoping that it would help his resolution crumble, and it did.

He got off the bed but his eyes were still glued to you; his chest was rising and falling harshly, as he was trying to slow his breathing. His hands made quick work of removing his t-shirt, before he kicked off his trousers. He kneeled on the bed once again, unable to keep himself from kissing you any longer.

“You’re so beautiful…” he said in between kisses, “I’m so lucky to have you…” those words were escaping his mouth as he slowly undressed you, starting from your top, and then taking off your shorts.

He stared at you as he sat back on his heels: your naked body, sprawled in front of him, just for his eyes, called him in.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you blushed under his gaze, “Mase?” you chuckled as he didn’t have it in him to answer your question, he was too busy admiring you.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed as you were now kneeling on the bed in front of him, “I missed this… I know it wasn’t that long of a time but still-”

“Kiss me.” you blurted out. You placed your hands on his chest; your fingers caressed the warm skin on his collarbones and they slowly traced their way up his neck and into his hair while he hungrily put his mouth on yours.

Those words were all he needed to snap out of his trance, because as soon as his lips touched yours he was all over you. His hands moved on your body as if they followed a precise path: they gently touched your face, your jaw, and with each stroke of his tongue on yours they went lower, down to your boobs, grazing your ribcage and earning a whimper directly in his mouth.

As he heard the sounds you were making, he sat back on the bed, wrapping his arms around your middle and bringing you to straddle him once again, just with little to no clothes this time.

Mason’s lips never parted from yours, not when he freed his cock from his Calvin’s, not when he lowered your body enough to slip it inside of you.

“Fuck Mase…” you silently moaned as he stretched you out.

“Oh God… you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, with his mouth still on yours, “I don’t know how I am gonna resist you…”

“Don’t…” you moaned, “I want you to fuck me Mason please...”

“Shhh baby,” he smirked, before he had to bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan after a particularly deep roll of your hips, “I don’t want to rush things… I want to take my time with you…”

You could only moan back at his words, as Mason was making it really hard for you to form a simple word with the movement of his hips under you. His hands were slowly moving you over him, in a teasing rhythm that had you both whimpering in pleasure.

“You don’t know how much I love you…” Mason groaned in your neck while he helped your movements as he squeezed your butt, “Fuck, you feel so good…”

“I love you more…” you murmured in his ear, out of breath from how deep he was inside of you.

You let your hands slide from his hair to his back, right between his shoulder blades as you pushed his chest closer to yours. Your nails grazed his skin, making him hiss as his hips stilled at the sensation.

“Jesus baby,” he rasped, looking into your eyes with his black pools of desire, “you’re making me go crazy, fuck…” his strangled moan came out against the skin of your shoulder, while he was biting down on it.

“Do it again…”

“You want me to bite you?” Mason smirked up at you as you nodded, while his right hand tangled in your hair as he pulled on them; he had your neck on full display for him, a white canva that waited to be painted by his teeth.

His intention was never to hurt you of course, and it showed in the careful way he let your body down on the bed while he now hovered over you.

He was quick in entering you again, his dick twitching inside of you upon seeing the lust painted on your face. This time he wasn’t holding back, he wanted to let go, and for you to let go with him, under him, at his mercy. He knew you loved it like that.

“Am I fucking you good enough now babygirl?” he groaned as he could feel your nails on his skin once again.

“Yes…” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his hips and keeping him as close to you as possible, “you fuck me so good Mase…”

“Say it again.” he whimpered as he pounded into you, chasing both of your highs.

“Oh fuck Mason…” you whined as you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge under Mason’s thrusts.

“I love it when you moan my name baby…”

“I love you,” you said out of breath, your arms wrapping around his neck, your hands in his hair once again, “I love you so much…”

“I love you more…” he said as he stared down at you, “…so much more.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, as he whispered sweet words to you. The image you had in front of your eyes was one you wished you could keep in your mind forever: his eyes were full of lust, eyelids half closed as he was trying to not let go and cum right there and then; his parted, red lips were so inviting you had to resist every urge to kiss them as you were too busy taking him in; the muscles in his neck, in his shoulders, in his chest were contracting and relaxing under the fast rhythm of his hips.

“Like what you see?” he smirked as he took your lower lip between his teeth, igniting an even bigger fire inside of you, “You can’t lie, I can feel you clenching down on me baby…”

“I’m so close Mase, so so close…”

“Me too baby,” he brushed his lips on yours again, teasing you, “I’m right here with you…”

“Oh fuck!” you moaned as you felt his fingers drawing circles on your clit, giving your body the final jolt it needed to fall over the edge.

Your knuckles turned white as you tugged on the sheets at your sides; you missed this, the ecstatic feeling only Mason could provide you with. You missed Mason, and that was no secret.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you baby…” Mason groaned, caressing your face as he let go, finishing inside of you, “fuck… oh fuck I love you…”

After you both came down from your highs, you took a moment to just lay there in your tangle of limbs; the weight of Mason, that was still laying on top of you fully spent after the game and after your reunion, was comforting you, telling you he was back in your arms.

“Am I crushing you?” he asked out of the blue.

“Nothing I can’t handle…” you giggled.

“I think I’m too tired to move…” he confessed with his adorable, sleepy voice.

“Don’t move then…”

“I don’t wanna hurt you…” he said as he slowly removed himself from you, “C’mere now.” he pouted as he pulled you into his chest, already regretting having to separate your naked bodies.

“I’m not going anywhere that’s not close to you Mase…” you whispered in his ear, as you watched his eyes already falling shut after the intense day, “or should I say Mr Goalscorer?”

He chuckled, already half asleep, wrapping his arms tighter around your body, as he hid his face in your neck, where sleep finally found him.

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Be Bad For Once

Note - this one is a bit of a longie so strap in 😉 thank you to the anon for the request I kind of went a bit wild but I love writing female characters like this 🩷 I would really love some feedback as I’ve been working on this for a long time and it’s special to me 😂

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 9.4K

Warnings - fluffy and angsty

You knew dating a client was off limits, but there was something about Mason that meant you couldn’t help yourself. He was cheeky, confident and unbelievably sexy. You were pretty sure you’d never been this attracted to a man before and the fact you couldn’t do much about it only made it worse.

Technically his dad was your client, but since he worked for Mason it was basically the same thing, and you knew as soon as your eyes locked onto his deep brown ones you were done for.

You never seen a man as a necessity in your life, sure they were good fun sometimes but you had more important things to worry about like running your company and making sure everyone in your life was well looked after. Accounting was difficult at the best of times but setting up your own boutique company to cater for a few select clients had always been your dream and now you were living it, you weren’t about to let a man with a pretty smile take it away from you.

Tony was one of your favourite clients, fun and easy going, so when you checked your calendar and realised you had a meeting with him booked in for today you let out a sigh of relief.

You almost lost your cool when you walked into the meeting room to find Mason sat there alongside him, trying you hardest not to blush when you shook his hand and hating the way your body seemed to react to him every single time you saw him.

‘Good to see you, Mason. I didn’t know you were coming’

‘Recovering from an injury so I’ve got a bit of extra free time. Plus when dad said he was coming here I couldn’t pass up the opportunity’ he told you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine and you had to refrain from biting your lip.

The meeting went as well as it could, what with Mason looking at you like you were something to eat most of the way through. His eyes seeming to be glued onto your mouth every time you spoke so you focused on only speaking to Tony, pretending he wasn’t even there until he started asking questions. That cheeky smirk of his making your insides quiver and you weren’t sure how much longer you were supposed to resist him for.

‘I’m just popping to the loo and we’ll head out’ tony announced at the end, quietly slipping from the room as you were packing up your stuff to head back to your office.

‘Not gonna leave me in here are you?’ Mason asked lowly, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread wide and you had to grip your laptop in order not to crawl into his lap and kiss his face off. But you walked towards the door and held it open for him.

‘Of course not, we can go wait for your dad by the lift’

‘Sounds like someone doesn’t want to be alone with me’ he said on his way passed but you took a deep breath and followed him out, trying not to look at the way his jeans hugged his bum so perfectly but thankfully his dad was ready and waiting for you.

‘You all set’ you smiled as you approached him and he nodded before you all said your goodbyes. Mason held your hand for a little too long after your handshake and you let your walls slip a tiny bit as you offered him a cheeky smile in acknowledgement to which he pulled you in closer. Thankfully his dad had turned around to walk out so he couldn’t see but you felt you skin tingle at being so close to Mason.

‘Don’t miss me too much’ he whispered.

‘Trust me, I won’t’ you replied, and with one last wink he was following his dad out the door.

‘You need to warn me next time he’s here’ your assistant and work wife Carly suddenly told you as you waved them pair of them out the door. ‘I don’t know how you sit in a room with him and not jump him’

‘It’s really not that hard’ you lied, walking back to your office as she followed you.

‘You’re telling me you don’t find him attractive?’

‘I’ve got eyes, of course I do. But I know his type. He’s as cheeky as anything and he’s a client. I can’t go there’

‘You’re the boss, y/n. You can do what you want. But if you don’t want to… Can I go there?’ She asked playful and even though you gave her a stern look, she knew you were being lightheaded. ‘Fine, but we’re all going out for drinks tonight so that means you too. You owe me a cocktail for not letting me have a handsome man’ she huffed in jest.

What was meant to be a few quiet drinks with the girls had turned into all of you bundling into some random club. It was packed, dark and loud but was definitely needed after today and you’d made up your mind that you were on the hunt for someone to talk you home after all the built up tension that today had bought you.

It was still earlyish, but no one had caught your eye and as soon as you went to the bar for a breather from all your dancing, a drink was placed in front of you straight away.

‘I didn’t order this’ you told the barman, confused as to why he’d given it to you but he sent you a soft smile and nodded his head to the side.

‘Compliments of the vip area’ he told you before going on to serve the next customer.

You had no idea what that meant, looking over to where he’d motioned and your whole body froze. Even in the dark you could recognise that smile and your mouth fell open before you quickly shut it.

Mason gave you a tiny wave and you fought so hard not to return it but you gave in, acknowledging him with a small laugh before he nodded his head over to the velvet rope that separated him and made a motion like he wanted you to come and join him. You shook your head automatically, knowing if you went over there that anything could happen but the way he dropped his lip like he was disappointed made you shake your head and pick your drink up, walking over to where he’d motioned to. He let the bouncer know you were with him before leading you through the space to a quiet corner where you could finally hear yourself think.

‘I shouldn’t be here, what if someone see’s?’

‘No one knows who you are to me it’s fine’ he shrugged, sipping his drink whilst his brown eyes burnt into yours.

‘How did you know I was here?’

‘I’ve got eyes everywhere’ he winked and you rolled yours as he shook his head. ‘I’m kidding. Carly makes a great cup of tea but quiet she isn’t. I could hear her shouting for you to drop it like it’s hot from all the way over here. From what I could see I get why everyone was cheering’

You felt your face burn knowing that he’d seen you let loose like that so you tried to deflect and change the subject.

‘And this? What’s this?’ You asked, nodding to the drink before confirming it was your usual. ‘How did you know that’s what I drink?’

‘Lucky guess?’

‘Why are you here? Won’t you get into trouble if you’re caught somewhere like this while you’re injured?’

‘It probably won’t look great, but I’d definitely say it’s worth the risk tonight’ he winked and you shook your head with a laugh. ‘Anymore questions?’

‘I don’t think so’

You carried on talking, not about anything in particular but it was nice to see this side of him. Thoughts about someone taking you home vanishing as your brain focused on nothing but Mason. Wondering what that tongue could do every time he licked his lips, or how his fingers would feel as he stroked over his glass. You hated how attracted to him you were but you couldn’t stop yourself from holding back from him tonight.

‘Right, I’ve got a question for you. What are you doing after this?’ He asked. A strange twinkle in his eye that you tried to ignore but you had a funny feeling you knew what was coming next.

‘I don’t know. Probably getting some chips from the chicken shop over the road and going home to sleep?’

‘Could I maybe tempt you with another offer?’

‘No, but I know you’re going to try’

‘Come home with me’ he stated and you almost choked on your drink as you felt him place his hand on your thigh.

‘What? No way’

‘Why not?’ He laughed, looking at you like it was the most simple thing in the world. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want to’

‘Mason it’s not happening’

‘Look I get it, I’m a client and it’s wrong or whatever but I can’t get you out of my head. Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll stop’ he said seductively. His voice low as he continued to stroke over your thigh and you felt yourself shake your head at him to let him know you agreed before he pulled your chair closer to his. You gasped at the movement and watched how he laughed cheekily, pushing your hair back behind your ear before leaning in further so he could whisper into it. ‘Thought so. You’re always playing by the rules, just be bad for once yeah? Come back with me and let me show you how sexy I think you are’ he murmured, finally pressing a kiss to your jaw and you felt you tummy flip.

‘I need the loo’ you suddenly blurted, jumping off the seat and in the direction of the toilet and you heard Mason sigh as you left. He was overwhelming in the best way possible but you couldn’t think whilst his big brown eyes were looking into yours.

You knew you wanted him, you were just lying to yourself at this point but the thought of this opportunity not presenting itself again made your tummy churn. You knew you shouldn’t, you weren’t allowed, but that just made it all the more exciting to you and you made up your mind then and there that you were doing it. Even if it was just to get it out of your system so you could go back to having a normal client relationship you needed to have him in every way possible.

You weren’t long, coming out to find Mason waiting for you, gently grabbing your wrist so he could pull you into a quiet corridor where he pushed you up against the wall so he could cup your jaw gently. His body was pressed against yours, expression now serious as his eyes flicked all over your face with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect.

‘Im sorry. You know if I pushed things too far? I didn’t mean to’ he told you and you shook your head at him gently.

‘You didn’t’ you whispered but his face didn’t change.

‘You sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m just really fucking attracted to you and you make me a little crazy’ he confessed, causing you to giggle and his face to soften ever so slightly.

‘You make me crazy too’ you whispered and before you knew it he was kissing you softly.

Your whole body felt electrified as soon as his lips touched yours. It all felt a little bit wrong even though it felt right at the same time and you pulled him to you so you were as close as two bodies could be.

‘Take me home’ you told him as soon as you pulled away and his eyes widened in shock before nodding at you gently.

He lead you by the hand back through the vip area, his friends clearly watching as you heard a few cheers and jibes from across the room but Mason silenced them with his middle finger before taking you outside.

‘You still want those chips?’ He asked with a smile, nodding towards the chicken shop you’d mentioned earlier but you didn’t want to put him through going in there and someone recognising him so you shook your head and stood a little closer to him for warmth.

‘Mason? I was just thinking. My house is way closer’ you told him causing him to laugh before passing you his phone to put your address in for the Uber. You weren’t waiting long, his hand firmly planted on your thigh the whole way there and you traced random patterns on his arm as he watched you intently. Finally getting to touch him in a way you’d always wanted to and from the look in his eyes he was definitely enjoying it.

You’d barely got the door open and he was already kissing the back of your neck, smiling into your skin as his hands were all over your waist and bum.

‘All I could think about in that bloody meeting earlier was getting out of your clothes, I can’t believe i actually get to do it now’ he laughed, watching you walk inside your flat. His big eyes not knowing where to look as you beckoned him in, finally shutting the door to the outside world so you could have Mason right where you wanted him.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding head and an arm around your waist.

You were frozen to the spot, knowing exactly who it was and when you peered over your shoulder your heart fluttered at Masons sleepy face.

You turned as carefully as you could in his embrace, settling back down so you could look at him for a little bit and he seemed to move closer to you in his sleep. His hand traveling from your waist down to rest on your bum as he nestled his face further into the pillow.

He was gorgeous, there was no denying it. From the crinkles around his eyes, to the freckles on his cheeks and the small pout playing on his perfect pink lips. You could look at him all day, but you were trying your hardest to suppress those feelings bubbling away inside you. Last night was supposed to be a one off, a way to let off some steam and move on from him and this weird fascination but it didn’t work. You wanted him now more than ever but you knew it was all wrong.

You slipped out of bed, wishing you had gone to Masons so you could of gotten away from him quicker but you grabbed some fresh clothes and made you way into the bathroom for a quick shower and a change before heading down to the kitchen, wondering what on earth you were supposed t say to him when he woke up.

Mason came in five minutes later, dressed in the same clothes from last night and he gave you a warm smile but you couldn’t return it, eyes dropping to the floor so you couldn’t see his expression.

‘So um, can I buy you breakfast or something?’

‘I don’t eat breakfast’ you told him bluntly and you knew he was about to say something so you got in there first. ‘I don’t really have time, I need to leave for work soon’ you told him and he nodded solemnly.

‘I guess I’ll get out your hair then’ he said quietly, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead before walking towards to front door. You wanted to call out after him, wanted to pull him back and throw your arms around him so you could kiss him properly but you knew your voice wouldn’t be strong enough and you let him go. Sighing loudly when you heard the door close.

It’s not that you regretted last night or anything close to it. Mason was attractive and funny and way better in the bedroom than you thought he would be. But the way he made you feel scared you. Exposed and vulnerable, like you were made of glass and he could see right through you. Your idea of getting Mason out of your system clearly hadn’t worked out how you were expecting it to and you could feel a dark cloud hanging over you for the rest of the day.

You got to work in one piece, planning to sit alone in your office all day and pretend you weren’t sulking over Mason when a knock on your door bought you out of your slump. Carly proceeded to walk in with a coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other, placing them on your desk with a smile.

‘What’s this?’ You asked

‘Why don’t you open it up and find out’ she smiled and you opened the bag to find your favourite breakfast sandwich from a cafe just down the road, moaning as you took your first bite.

‘Oh Carls, you’re a life saver thank you’

‘Don’t thank me, I didn’t buy it’

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, fishing the napkin out of the bag but the writing on it captured your attention before she had chance to speak.

‘He came in and asked me to give it to you, I think he felt a little bit scared but how sweet. You must of made quite the impression in your meeting yesterday’

‘I slept with him last night’ you blurted and she nearly fell off her seat.

‘You what!?’

‘Keep your voice down’

‘I wondered where you went. You little minx I can’t believe it’

‘Look he was there randomly, we had a little chat and he came back to mine. The rest is history is they say’

‘What’s his dick like? Is it big? It looks big in those shorts sometimes’

‘We are not having this conversation right now. Or ever’ you laughed, noticing the excited look on Carly’s face but you knew you were about to let her down.

‘Well when are you seeing him next?’

‘Hopefully never’ you murmured and she gave you a confused look. ‘He’s a client, I shouldn’t of done it in the first place’

‘You can’t avoid him, by the looks of it he wants to take you out’

‘Carly i can’t’

‘You already have’ she laughed ‘technically Tony is your client but if you feel weird about it then why don’t you pass him over to Nicky, I’m sure she’d love to take him on’

‘But I like Tony’ you pouted. ‘He was one of my first clients I don’t wanna pass him over’

‘Just think about about it’ she laughed

‘I don’t need Mason. I don’t need any man. I’m fine with just me’

‘Oh honey none of us need a man. They’re just nice to have’ she winked ‘and I can’t think of anyone nicer than Mason’

She didn’t say another word, just gave you a knowing look before leaving you to your breakfast

You already had Masons number in your work phone, but it it felt weird to text him from there so even though it was probably way weirder to text him from your personal number, you copied it over and sent him a quick thank you for your breakfast and not even five minutes later you got a text from an unknown number.

You thought that might be the end of it with Mason, not hearing from him for a few days but that didn’t mean he’d left your thoughts. You thought after the weekend and a fresh start to the new week you’d be fine but when you arrived to a pretty bunch of blue roses on your desk on Monday you didn’t know how to feel. You knew they were from him immediately but you still checked the card, biting your lip to suppress a smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his cheesy words, quickly snapping a picture to send to him and the thought of talking to him made you a little bit giddy.

Your blood ran cold, instantly feeling sick as your heart pounded. You were so embarrassed but also confused and you could see he was already typing, not sure if you wanted see his next response but it was already sent before you had a chance to look away.

‘You’ve been here half an hour and I don’t think you’ve even turned your laptop on yet’ you heard Carly laugh. Looking up with as blush as you realised you’d been texting Mason and not doing much else. ‘Nice flowers’

‘He wants to take me to dinner tonight’

‘And you’ve told him no I bet’ she laughed, rolling her eyes. ‘Stop being such a wimp and go’

‘I’m not a wimp’ you protested

‘Yes you are, you know if you go you’ll enjoy yourself. That’s the only reason you’re saying no’

‘Is not’

‘Prove it’

You took a deep breath, picking your phone up to text him back, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy.

‘Happy now?’ You laughed, locking you phone and placing it on your desk before finally opening your laptop. Carly didn’t respond, just gave you a knowing smile before leaving your office and you tried to suppress the butterflies that were already swarming.

You left your office at six, ignoring the way Carly was winking at you but you finally checked your phone again. Mason letting you know he was parked up just around the corner, your heart leaping as you caught sight of him standing by the passenger door.

He was dressed in a beige collared jacket with a white T-shirt and black jeans and you sworn he’d never looked better. He smiled brightly, opening your door as you got closer and holding his hand out to help you in, but as usual in situations like this your miss independent spirit took over and you watched his face drop a little at the look you must of been giving him.

‘I’m not incapable of getting into car on my own’ you told him, watching him squirm slightly and your tummy dropped at the look on his face. You didn’t want to upset him in anyway and you felt awful as soon as the words left your lips so even though it went against everything you stood for, you took his hand. His eyes automatically flashed up to meet yours in shock and you quickly kissed his cheek before sliding inside. ‘So where are we going?’ You asked when he joined you, a shy smile taking over his face as he looked at you.

‘There’s this place that’s opened up not too far from me I thought we could try if that’s okay? I’ve got the menu up here’ he told you, passing you his phone and after a quick glance you let him know it was fine.

Things didn’t start out so great, the pair of you a little awkward still from the other night and you’d grown stroppy from the constant little things he was trying to do for you. Opening every door, holding out your chair and letting you order first. You knew he only meant well but you’d grown tired of it working in a male dominated industry and it made you feel like he thought you couldn’t do anything for yourself.

You tried to let it go though, relaxing as the night went on, talking about anything and everything you could think of from his family to you setting up your own company and your face began to hurt from the constant smiling. It was hopeless trying to be mad at him as he just melted you and for once you weren’t complaining. By the time dessert came he’d shuffled up right next to you so you could share and the subject of your romantic history and future came up.

‘So you’re telling me you’ve never had a proper boyfriend and you don’t want one?’ He asked, his head propped up in his hand as his looked at you with wide eyes and you laughed lightly at his expression.

‘Nope’

‘What’s you’re type though? Surely you have one’

‘Not necessarily. A nice smile helps but I’m not overly fussy’

‘What about growing up? You must of had like a celebrity crush. Come on, who’s the man of your dreams’ he teased, fluttering his eyelashes at you but you just shook your head in his direction.

‘I don’t have a man of my dreams cause I’m the woman of mine’ you told him confidently but he seemed a little confused by your words. ‘Not all of us grew up wanting to be a princess and have a man look after her. What’s the point of pining after something that might not exist when you have to power to be whatever you want to be? I always wanted to be my own woman with my own company who relies on herself and that exactly what I am. A man was never in the equation’

‘Okay, I have so many questions but I really need to kiss you’ he breathed, tilting your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a heavy kiss.

You couldn’t deny you felt the sparks, smiling onto his lips before he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You’d wanted to kiss him for about half an hour now so you were happy he’d taken the leap and even though public displays of affection were never really your thing but there was something about Masons kisses that meant you’d take what you could get so you let him carry on, giggling as he pulled away and continued to leave small kisses all over your cheeks.

‘That was sexy as hell’

‘Stop it’ you laughed, tapping him on his arm and even though he was keeping his lips off of you, his body stayed close.

‘I’m serious. But it raises another question’ he proved, and you raised your eyebrows so he could carry on. ‘If you’re so hell bent on being your own woman and not needing a man. Why did you say yes to date with me?’

It was a good question. One you couldn’t really answer straight away but you thought you might as well be honest with him.

‘Well, I can’t deny there obviously some level of attraction here’ you told him, watching him nod at you seductively and his eyes danced over you in agreement. ‘And now I’ve got everything else figured out so why not have a little bit of fun?’ You asked but his face faltered slightly.

‘Can I be honest?’ He whispered, looking back at you seriously and you nodded back. Unsure of what he was about to say but you wanted to hear him out. ‘I’m not here to have a little bit of fun. I like you, have done for a really long time and I was hoping we could make it more of a regular thing. If that’s not something you want then fine but I need you to tell me’

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You loved the fact he was so honest, laying his cards out in the table so you knew exactly where you stood with him and even though it went against everything you’d ever thought, you’d enjoyed your time with him tonight and you didn’t want things to stop here. The idea of hanging out with him more and developing whatever was going on here was more appealing than you thought it could be so you took his hand in yours and looked deep into his eyes.

‘You’re the only person I’ve ever let take me out on a date like this. The only man I’ve ever bent the rules for and the only one I’m quite happy to keep doing it with. Make of that what you will’ you told him, watching his face soften ever so slightly. ‘I’ll admit, when I slept with you last week it was supposed to be a one and done thing, like just to get you out of my system but it didn’t work. In fact it’s made me want you even more’ you laughed, looking up to find him smiling back at you brightly and you couldn’t help but reach up and peck him on the lips. ‘I hope that tells you everything you need to know. Now, did you pick this place cause you wanted us to try it or because it’s close to your house?’

‘Mix of both maybe?’ He winked cheekily and you squeezed his thigh in response. ‘You gonna let be buy you breakfast this time?’

‘Oh it’s a requirement’ you laughed, the nerves and excitement building up in your tummy at the thought of waking up next to him again.

After a small argument about who was paying the bill, he told you he would be as he invited you out and promised you could get the next one.

One date turned to two and then three until you’d been seeing each other for over two months. Time had flown by and even though it was all new to you, you loved having mason around and spending time with him. Sex was also a plus, not ever having gotten to know someone so intimately before and to say you were having the time of your life would be an understatement.

There were no labels, he knew better than to ask you and you knew you were just for each other but when you introduced him as your boyfriend to a friend at a work dinner you knew it made him happy. His hands not leaving you for the whole night as he stroked his thumb over your thigh.

You were a pair, but you loved that he never made you feel like you were dependent on him. You had your own separate lives and you grew to be his number one fan, just like he was for you. Supporting all your decisions and letting you rant at him about whatever you wanted to. Mason also promised to keep out of any work things so that you could still keep Tony as a client, confessing he only ever showed up to those meetings so he could see you and that half the time he never understood what you’re going on about anyway.

He was still Mason though, holding your door open for you, sending you gifts to work and trying his hardest to make you feel loved in his own way. It may have taken you a little while to come around but you secretly loved the way he took care of you, not trusting anyone else before to be so vulnerable around and so far you couldn’t fault him.

With Mason now in that weird middle ground between the end of the season and pre season, you seemed to be spending even more time with him than usual however tonight was girls night with it being a few birthdays that week in the office and you let him know you’d see him on Saturday for some well needed hangover cuddles.

Work had been slow all day, Mason on your mind just like always but a frantic knock on your door snapped your out of your thoughts and your tummy dropped at the look on Carly’s face.

‘I’m so sorry, y/n. Mr Jeffries is here and he seems pretty pissed. I’ve tried taking to him but he only wants to speak to you’ she told you, here voice shaky from fear but you gave her a smile to let her know you were on it.

‘Don’t worry Carls, I’ve got it’ you told her, grabbing his file before making your way to reception where he stood with his arms folded, his eyes dark and angry as the bore into you.

Martin Jeffries was nothing like any of your other clients, you normally took care of small independent businesses or individual clients but Martin was neither. Owner of a massive corporation that was only interested in paying as little tax as possible whilst being rude as he could. He’d always been described to you as a little eccentric but in your eyes he was just an arse and you didn’t want him as a client in the first place but he always paid his invoices on time and in the beginning he kept your business afloat. You weren’t sure if it was worth the hassle anymore though but you ushered him inside a meeting room to try and get to the bottom of what was happening.

‘What the hell is this?’ He asked, slapping down a piece of paper onto the table and even though you knew what it was, you still picked it up so you could glance over it. A £300 penalty from the tax man for failing to report his company shares by the deadline and whilst the amount was peanuts to him he seemed absolutely furious. ‘Are you going to explain to me why this wasn’t done?’

‘Mr Jeffries, I have called you and emailed you about this several times before the deadline but I never received a response. Unfortunately for share reporting the onus is on you as I can’t report them on your behalf’

‘You’ve always done it for me before’

‘No, I’ve checked your spreadsheet but the company always submits it. Sally normally does it’

‘I fired Sally’

‘Oh’ you breathed, it suddenly clicking into place what had happened. ‘Well Sally or no Sally, I can’t do it for you’

‘I’m not paying this for your incompetence’ he snarled, pushing the letter back to you and you were so shocked by his behaviour you weren’t quite sure what to do or say.

‘I strongly advise that you do. The longer you leave it the worse then penalty becomes’

‘No, you will be paying it’ he shouted, pointing his finger right in you face to try and intimidate you and unfortunately for you it was working but you refused to let him know that.

‘It’s nothing to do with me, you were given adequate warning and I’d appreciate it if you could keep your voice down, there’s no need to shout’

‘I will do no such thing. You forget, your business would be nothing without me and my custom. Now you fix this or I can make life very difficult for you’ he told you, hovering over you but you backed off and walked towards the door to open it, no longer comfortable in the room with just him.

‘I don’t like the way you’re talking to me and I think you should leave now’ you told him, making eye contact with Carly outside but the look on your face must of frightened her, picking up the phone immediately but you weren’t sure who she was calling.

‘I don’t know why I bothered with you lot in the first place. I should of known it was a mistake when you told me only women work here. You’re useless, the lot of you. I only stuck around cause you’re easy on the eye but you’re shit at your job and this whole thing is destined to fail. You think you’re so high and mighty but it’s only your tits that got you this far love, not your brains. Like a woman could ever build something like I have.? You clearly don’t have what it takes if you let simple things like this slip under the radar. You’re just a big joke. This is the real world, you’re not playing with dolls anymore’

You could feel your eyes stinging, unsure of what to do or say as the man in front of you tore all your achievements to shreds. You felt so small and hurt, like everything you believed in was a joke and you didn’t know how to respond but when two of your building’s security walked in, you met out a tiny sigh of relief.

‘How pathetic’ he laughed, walking towards the door as the two men lead him out. ‘You’ll be hearing from my lawyers!’ he screamed as the grabbed an arm each to take him away. You could feel your whole body shake as you ran back to your office, not wanting to see anyone for a while as you got yourself together again.

You were used to shitty clients every now and then but this was something else, every word of his cutting you right to the core and whenever you thought about it you could tell you were going to cry so you distracted yourself with paperwork, hoping to take your mind off of everything until Carly let you know that she’d spoken to the building security and they’d made sure to add him to the list of people no longer allowed to enter the building.

Your thoughts turned to tonight though, no longer wanting to be around the girls and pretend like you were fine when you were anything but. Quickly sending a text to Carly saying something had come up tonight and that you couldn’t make it. You felt awful, letting some man’s words effect you as much as they seemed to be but as soon as Carly let you know it was fine, there was only one other person you wanted to talk to.

Usually the idea of him making himself available for you on the off chance you needed him would make you roll your eyes in annoyance and whilst you were a bit pissy, you were too hurt to care right now. Just wanting to go to him and wrap yourself up in his warmth.

You knew he could tell something was up as soon as he saw you, but he knew better than to ask, just letting you get changed into some of his clothes before you watched a few films in bed. You told him you weren’t hungry but he still ordered pizza for the both of you and you ignored the way he smiled at you when you stole a slice out of the box.

The next morning the hurt had vanished, anger now in it’s place as your eyes adjusted around the room. Mason was still asleep but he was stirring so you shut your eyes and pretended you were still sleeping as you weren’t quite ready for his sympathy yet. He didn’t stay in bed long, getting up with a kiss to your cheek as he went downstairs and you could hear him rattling around in the kitchen making the pair of you some food.

The words of Martin yesterday kept repeating throughout your head, how you were nothing without him and it was your look that got you by made you see red and even though you tried to shut them out, you just got more and more angry. Eventually get out of bed to make your way downstairs knowing you’d have to face Mason eventually.

‘Here she is’ he smiled as you walked in but you just gave him a small smile, hoping that would be enough to settle him but you weren’t sure. He was almost done with cooking and soon enough he took your plate over to the breakfast bar and took a seat, pulling your stool out for you and the small act that you’d become accustomed too had you foaming at the mouth.

‘Why do you always do that’ you huffed, pulling the chair out even further before sitting down with a huff, your emotions getting the better of you as you look at him through narrowed eyes but he was staring back with a slight grin that just infuriated you even more.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Pulling chairs out for me, holding doors? I’m not incapable of doing anything for myself’

‘I never said you were’

‘I don’t need you to do all that for me, I’m my own woman I don’t need it’ you told him and you knew you were being mean to him but you couldn’t seem to stop and his usually cheeky smile that you adored was plastered all over his face and irritating you even further. ‘Why are you smiling at me like that’

‘Cause it’s hard to take you seriously about not needing me when you’re wearing my clothes’ he joked but his face softened as soon as he realised you didn’t find it funny. ‘Has something happened?’

‘No’ you told him, but he could see the lies written all over your face.

‘You’ve been quiet since yesterday and now you’re being a meanie’ he pouted, pulling your chair closer to his so he could place his legs either side of yours. ‘I can’t help of you don’t tell me’

‘I don’t need you to fix anything for me I can do it’

‘Hey, I never said you couldn’t’ he told you with a slight laugh as he gripped your jaw to make you look at him. ‘please love, I hate seeing you like this’

A wave of guilt washed over you as you realised you were being unfair to him but you still couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. In the end he simply kissed your forehead before standing up with a small sigh so he could make a start on the washing up and leave you eat on your own.

The kitchen was silent and your appetite was out the window as you stole small glances of Mason from behind. As the minutes passed you felt worse about what you’d said to him until you were eventually getting up and wrapping your arms around his middle.

You felt him relax a bit, sighing lightly before he wiped his hands and turned around in your arms so he could pull you into a hug and you held him tightly until you were ready to pull back and look at him, His face sad but understanding and you hated the fact you’d made him feel that way.

‘Sorry’ you whispered before he leant down to place a soft kiss on your lips, pulling you up by your thighs to sit you on the counter so you could look at him properly.

‘You know you don’t need to act so tough all the time with me’ he told you gently, placing his hands on your thighs ‘I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw you last night’

‘Sorry-‘

‘Shhh, it’s fine’ he whispered, kissing you again. ‘I just want you to know you can talk to me, you know? I’m here for you. Whatever you need’

‘I’m just not used to it. Any of it’ you whispered and his face soften, cottoning on to you meaning not just having someone to talk to, but all the other little gestures that came along with him.

‘I know. But you know it’s all out of love right? I don’t do any of those things because I think you need me to, I do them because I love you’ he whispered.

‘You what?’ You gasped, staring back at his nervous face and pink cheeks, your heart pounding at the words that had just come out of his mouth.

‘I said I love you’ he smiled, sounding more sure of himself this time. ‘And I’m not trying to change you. I love how you’re feisty and how you don’t take shit from anyone. Including me. I don’t want you to be different at all, yeah? I don’t want you to not be you and I hope you don’t think that’s what I’m trying to do’

‘I’m so sorry, I know it may sound stupid but I’m still trying to get my head round it all. Having a boyfriend was never in my plans’

‘I know. And I’m not here to try and take over your life or anything like that. I understand you more than you think and I know you like being in charge of your own life and making your own decisions. I’m just asking if I can stand besides you while you make them. Or behind’ he winked, moving his hands so he could pinch your bum gently and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. ‘Equals, yeah?

‘Yeah’ you whispered.

‘But, if you need me to tone it down a bit, I’ll try. I don’t ever mean to make you feel uncomfortable but it’s just how I was raised you know? Opening doors, holding your chair out for you, buying you flowers or whatever else. That’s how my dad shows my mum he loves her and I just picked up on it I guess but if you don’t like it, I’ll try and stop’ he explained and you felt yourself getting upset. In front of was the best thing that had happened to you in a while, promising that he loved you as you were yet you couldn’t give him the same. Here he stood offering to change himself to fit your needs at the expense of himself and the injustice of it all made your tummy churn.

If he could take you as you were then you could do the same.

‘Mase, no. You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to do that’ you told him, cupping his jaw so you could look him in his eyes. ‘I love you just as you are’ you told him softly and you melted at the way he smiled at you, finally hearing the words he’d been waiting for before he crashed his lips into yours.

‘Really?’

‘I promise. I really do and I don’t want you to change if that’s how you like to show it. I just…’

‘What love?’

‘I don’t like how you make me feel so vulnerable and open’ you laughed, hoping he’d get what you meant but his frowny face made you realised he’d taken it the wrong way. ‘That’s not a bad thing’ you laughed

‘Well it doesn’t exactly sound good’

‘I meant like I can’t pretend with you. You see me for who I am and no one else has done that’ you told him softly. ‘And I hate all this gushy mushy crap, but I can’t seem to help it with you’ you laughed, your heart settling at the way he smiled at you like he understood where you were coming from and he squeezed your thighs in appreciation.

‘I know you secretly love it. You wouldn’t come to me in your hour of need if you didn’t you would of just gone home’ he told you and even though you shook you’re head you knew he was right. You came here yesterday looking for his comfort after a bad day and the realisation made your head spin. ‘What happened yesterday love?’

You took a deep breath, looking up to him with tears in your eyes as you played with your fingers in your lap and you watched his face cloud over in concern. You’d never cried in front of Mason before so he knew something bad must of happened and you felt him hold you just that little bit tighter.

‘I had a really horrible client. Said some really awful things about me and the company like right to my face and I can usually take that sort of stuff but he was awful’

‘Baby’ Mason breathed, wiping under your eyes as your tears finally escaped but you let them fall, no longer worried about looking tough in front of him as you pulled him in for a hug. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Not really’ you spoke into his neck, feeling him pull you into him harder before he rubbed your back soothingly. ‘He made me feel so small and stupid. Like everything I worked for was nothing. All the promises I made for myself about standing up for me and my team just went out the window’

‘What did he say?’

‘Basically that I’m nothing without his money, I’ve only got this far cause I’ve got good tits and that this is the real world and I shouldn’t be playing with my dolls anymore’ you told him, your eyes becoming glassy as you shut them but you felt him go ridged in your arms, the anger oozing from him that someone had spoken to you in that way and he pulled back so he could grip your face gently. ‘You think I’d be used to comments like that now but-‘

‘No no’ he interrupted, his hard eyes looking at you as if he was furious that someone had spoken to you in that way and you felt a wave of relief was through you as your feelings were somewhat validated. ‘You should never expect to be spoken to like that. Not by anyone. I hope you told him where to shove it’

‘Not exactly. I was too shocked but thankfully Carly got security to take him away. He told me I’ll be hearing from his lawyer but he hasn’t got a leg to stand on so hopefully they figure that out and nothing comes from it. I terminated his contract though’

‘Good. That’s the least he deserves’ he told you, kissing your forehead and you smiled for the first time in a while as you felt the love pouring from him as he tried to comfort you. ‘I’m proud of you’

‘I’m not’

‘Why?’ He asked, looking at you confused. ‘Don’t let some idiotic man with a small dick get to you’

‘How do you know what his dick looks like’ you laughed but he just winked at you.

‘I don’t, but it made you smile’ he told you and you rolled your eyes before falling into him, letting him wrap his arms around you and hold you to his body as he stroked up and down your back. You couldn’t believe how at home you felt in his arms and how and you relished in the silence. He always knew when to speak and when to let you be and right now in his arms you couldn’t think of anywhere else better than here.

‘Thank you for looking after me’ you whispered and he kissed your forehead softly, letting his lips linger there for a while before he pulled back and gave you a soft smile.

‘Why don’t you let me take you out today? I know it was supposed to be for cuddles but I don’t want you to sit and moap about something that’s not your fault. Wherever you wanna go, we can’

‘I’m not really in the mood’ you told him but you could tell he wanted to make things better for you so you racked your brain to try and think of something, resting your hands on his chest and playing with the neck of his top. ‘There’s that farmers market in the park? Maybe we could have a look round and get some treats or something nice for dinner tonight? We could have a cute little picnic under the stars like we did that one time’ you asked and he smiled sweetly at you whilst nodding his head.

‘Of course. We’ll head out soon yeah? Cause that bakery stall always sells out of the brownies first and I keep missing out’ he told you with a laugh and you pecked him gently with a smile.

‘Thank you’ you whispered ‘for everything. I know i was a hard work at first and I’m still prone to a strop quite clearly but I’m so happy I have you. I’d hate to think what I’d be feeling right now if I was on my own’

‘What are you talking about at first?’ He winked and you tapped him on the shoulder in jest. ��You’re worth a million strops I promise’ he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘But I’m glad I’ve finally got you too’

Without another word he picked you up by your thighs to walk you out of the room.

‘My breakfast’ you pouted but she shook his head with a smile as he started walking you back up the stairs.

‘Sorry love, brownies are more important’ he told you and you couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you hid your face in his neck. Finally feeling content in the arms of your man.

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sunny44 · 7 months

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Car sex

Pairing: Mason Mount x girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: this is just smut so if you don’t like it you shouldn’t read it.

Summary: You and Mason were horny and that leads to the car sex.

Mason and I were horny and this was obvious to everyone who was watching us because since we arrived at the party we couldn't keep our hands off each other, if we weren't kissing we were in some corner laughing at the dirty things that Mason was whispering in my ear.

As soon as we left the party, we headed toward Mason's car and as soon as he starts to drive us home his hand stops on my thigh, he begins to give it a gentle squeeze and I place my hand on the back of his neck, running my nails lightly.

He takes his eye off the road, looking at me, while he raises his hand a little more getting close to my pussy, I start kissing his neck and biting his ear lobe, making a trail of kisses all over his face.

Soon he stops the car in some kind of abandoned parking lot, takes off his seat belt putting his hand on my neck pulling me for a kiss.

I feel him move his seat away a little while still kissing me and he puts his other hand on my ass, with the space he gave me I sit on his lap taking my hair off my shoulder and leaving it on one side.

On top of him I start to make back and forth movements and roll over on top of him, the one hand that was on my ass ended up on my waist assisting me in the movements, when I start to change the speed going faster and starting to decrease the intensity, I feel his hard cock close to my pussy.

I stop kissing and he takes off my dress and since I was without a bra I am half naked on top of him, soon his two hands are squeezing my breasts while I still make the movements on top of him.

“Baby, get in the back seat.” he says “please.”

I did what he asked and I get in the back seat as he starts to take off his shirt and pants, getting into his underwear.

I am half lying on the seat when he pulls my panties aside and begins to make circular movements on my clit little by little while kissing my breasts.

My moans are low and incoherent when he penetrates me with one finger and begins to thrust into me faster, I place both hands on his back and begin to scratch him lightly and when he penetrates me with the second finger my moan gets a little louder.

Because of the limited space in the car, the movements we have are minimal but soon he begins to press on my clit with his thumb making me moan even louder.

I'm so wet that his fingers go in and out easily and he increases the pace.

When I realize that I am close to my climax, he stops and dries the sweat from my face and keeps running his hand over it.

“Sit on the bench.” I said in his ear.

“Why?”

“Don't ask, just do it.

He does as I tell him, as soon as he sits down I begin to lower my panties.

I sit on top of him and finally his dick is inside me, I begin to move up and down while he stares at me non-stop.

I begin to make synchronized movements, going up and down faster and then slower.

Soon I stop and begin to make back and forth movements and hear Mason’s low moans.

He holds my waist tightly and begins to thrust hard, while we both moan together.

The noise of each thrust gets louder and louder, and I put both hands on his shoulder, and when I start to cum he goes even deeper and faster slapping my ass.

He stops thrusting fast and I go back to doing back and forth movements, when I feel that he had also cum I gradually stop the movements until I stop completely.

I begin to kiss him, the kiss was hot and horny for both of us, his hands that before were on my waist now go all over my body stopping at my hair and giving it a light tug.

I stop kissing and take a bite of my own lip as I go up and down again but he holds my waist tightly.

“Kneel down on the seat facing the back of the car and thrust your ass at me, now.

I do as he asked, at first he runs his hand all over my pussy and after that he runs his dick through it rubbing it against me.

But before I can think of anything else, he gets inside of me again.

Now with gentler movements he runs his hand along the entire length of my spine, the movements start to become a medium speed and he grabs my hair with one hand.

He intersperses the movements between smooth and medium for quite a while.

Until he strokes me hard going faster and faster, squeezing my own breasts while he is fucking me, the next thing I know he is pulling me closer to him and my back is against his chest wet with sweat.

We come together in our second time of the evening and he puts his face on my neck kissing it lightly.

Until we cum again he pulls out of me and sits down on the bench and I do the same, lying on his chest.

We spend some time recovering, until our breathing becomes less rapid and I start looking for my dress.

He puts on his pants and hands me the sweatshirt he was wearing.

“Put it on because it's not over yet, we're just going to change the scenario.

I put on his sweatshirt while he sits in the driver's seat and I go to the passenger seat.

I remove my panties and place them on his lap.

In all the time we had to drive Mason was jerking me off while one hand was on the steering wheel, the other was on me.

As soon as we arrived at his house, we went straight inside.

I take off the sweatshirt I was wearing, standing naked in his living room, I go up to him and pull him in for a kiss, he has me cross my legs around his waist and he sits down on the couch.

As soon as we stop the kiss, I take off his shirt and pants along with his underwear.

And he lays me down on the couch and we intertwine our hands, while he begins to slowly fuck me again.

Soon he stops and I keep moving while he stares into my eyes.

Mason lets out a low moan and I see that he has come again and I am almost getting there.

He starts pounding me faster until I cum again.

He lays down on top of me to control his breathing and a few minutes later, he picks me up on his lap and we head for the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as we get out of the long shower, he hands me a large shirt of his and I see that the bed is ready for us to go to sleep.

As soon as we do, he pulls me to lie on his chest and he begins to caress my back, while I stroke his hair.

I look up into his face and he gives me a smile and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose and kisses my mouth.

I start to go around the tattoo that he has on his ribs and I feel the caressing on my back slowly stopping and the next thing I know he is sleeping with a cute little peck.

I take advantage of this and give him another kiss and one on his chest also falling asleep quickly.

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ts1m1kas · 6 months

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Original Ask: so we all know that mason and declan are very close, and through declan, mason had gotten to know declan's cousin who was visiting during the holidays, his cousin was such a sweet girl that mason was instantly drawn to her with declan teasing him at first before he helped mason devise a plan to confess his love for her, however due to the unfortunate circumstance which saw the reader having to leave london and travel to italy with her family due to her father's job, mason never saw her again, until he made the shocking transfer to manchester united. in a rather interesting turn of events, the club has organized a charity event to support and help raise awareness children's cancer, one of the hosts was a renowned young doctor who is hosting the event, she is introduced to the manchester united squad and when mason saw her, he instantly recognized her 🥺 (@findingnemosworld)

Word Count: 1273 words

(author's note: another request from @findingnemosworld !! honestly, this sweetheart keeps my blog alive with her wonderful requests !! i honestly loved writing this so much, so thank you my love 🩷)

When Mason knocked on the door to his friend’s house as he had done many times before, he didn’t expect to be met with a girl he’d never seen before. He was taken aback at first. She was very pretty, and her face adorned a soft smile that made his heart beat faster than he’d care to admit.

“Can I help you?” she inquired, making Mason realise how much of a fool he had made of himself.

“Yeah, is Declan in?”

The girl opened the door wider and gestured for him to come inside.

“What’s your name?” she asked him.

“Mason.”

She nodded at him and then shouted, “Declan, Mason is here to see you!”

Declan came out of his room and thundered down the stairs.

“Hey Mase, you alright mate?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Declan then headed upstairs, gesturing to Mason to follow behind him. Once the pair were sat on Declan’s bed, Mason asked Declan who the mysterious girl was.

“That’s my cousin, Y/N. She’s visiting with her parents. Why?”

“Because she’s probably the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen Dec.”

“Oooo Masey has a crush. She is single to be fair mate, maybe you have a chance,” he said, laughing at the way Mason’s face turned red.

“Shut up, she doesn’t even know who I am. Why on earth would she be interested in me.”

“Mason. Are you forgetting you are a famous footballer, who plays for a Premier League team? Of course, she knows who you are.”

“Give it a rest Dec, I barely know the poor girl.”

Mason was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Declan? Can I come in?" They heard from outside the room.

“Yeah come in.”

Y/N opened the door and entered the room. She then stood nervously playing with her fingers before talking again, “My parents told me to come up and hang out with you. I’m sorry to intrude.”

“That’s fine Y/N, come sit down,” Declan told her gesturing towards the space next to Mason on his bed. Mason then shuffled to the side to make some more space for her.

Y/N smiled gratefully at him and settled herself down on the bed. The trio then talked together for hours. The two boys got to know more about Y/N, and they spent the hours laughing and joking together.

Mason then checked his phone and realised he had to go home. He said his goodbyes to the pair, promising to be back, and headed back to his house. The whole journey he thought about nothing but Y/N.

Declan’s phone went off a few hours after Mason had gone home. He turned it on and opened it to a message from Mason himself that read:

"Dec, I need you to get me a date with your cousin, I haven’t stopped thinking about her all evening."

He snorted with laughter. He knew it wouldn’t have been long until Mason asked him for his help. He sent him a quick text outlining his plan.

Over the next few weeks, the trio spent almost every day together. Mason and Y/N got very close over their time spent together. Both of them had fallen head over heels for each other.

Mason pulled up in Declan’s driveway, excited to see the two people he had seen more than anyone else all summer. But when he knocked on the front door, he wasn’t faced with Y/N like he normally was.

“Come in Mason.” Declan’s mum said smiling, “He’s upstairs.”

Mason thanked her and headed up the stairs. He knocked on Declan’s door to alert him that he was there, then let himself in.

“Where’s Y/N? She didn’t answer the door.” Mason asked his friend.

“She left yesterday evening.” Mason’s face dropped. “It was last minute, her dad had work. They had to go. I’m sorry Mase.”

At that moment, Mason felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. The first girl he had ever fallen in love with had slipped through his fingers. He was heartbroken. Declan tried his best to cheer his best friend up, but nothing worked. He was devastated.

Many years passed by, and there wasn’t a single day where Mason didn’t think of Y/N. Throughout his move to Manchester United, he could only think about whether or not she would be proud of him. She had left a hole behind with her departure, and for Mason, nothing could fill it.

He had been called by his manager, who told him about the charity gala that the team was attending. It had been set up by a group of young doctors to raise awareness about childhood cancer.

Mason was looking forward to going. He enjoyed using the status and platform he’d collected over the years to do good things.

He thought about Y/N as he straightened his tie. He was wearing a black tuxedo, and his hair was left un-gelled and soft. He wondered if she would like his suit, whether she would’ve been his date to the event and whether she thought about him as much as he thought about her.

He was picked up around 20 minutes later by a car his manager had organised. He sat in the back, looking forward to the event that lay ahead of him. Mason arrived, thanked his driver, and got out of the vehicle.

He was ushered by the crew to where the rest of the Manchester United squad stood. Paparazzi was in full force, photographing all the celebrities who arrived to support the cause.

Mason turned around to see Declan approaching him. He knew he was coming and he was thankful they’d arrived at the same time.

The pair greeted each other and headed inside. Once indoors, they were ushered over to a group of young doctors.

But Mason could not have prepared himself for what he was about to see. The doctors turned around to address the group and one of them looked too familiar for Mason. When he realised where from, his heart dropped.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. She didn’t expect to see Mason and Declan at the event, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t incredibly glad to see them.

“Could you excuse us for a minute?”

Y/N pulled Mason and Declan aside, and the minute they were in a more secluded area, she threw her arms around Mason. Once she’d finished, she moved over to Declan and hugged him too.

“I have missed you guys so much. I thought I’d never see you again.”

The boys agreed with her, and then Declan cleared his throat.

“I’ll leave you two alone now. I think Mason has some things to get off his chest.”

Declan walked off, leaving the pair alone. Y/N looked up at Mason as though she still couldn’t believe he was in front of her.

“Look, Y/N, I need to tell you this now because I’ve thought of nothing else for the past three years of my life. I love you. I’ve loved you since you opened the door for me at Declan’s house. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but there has been nothing else in my mind but you since we first met.”

“Mase, I love you too. I’d love nothing more than to be yours.”

Mason felt a weight be lifted off of his shoulders. He had spent so long, waiting for Y/N to be his. And his dream had finally come true. The pair were inseparable again for the rest of the night before they returned home. Together.

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mountschelsea · 1 year

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Enough is Enough [1/2]

Requests are open

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You and Mason were perfect.

You were high school sweethearts, you had dated for five years before he asked you to marry him. People called you guys crazy for getting married so young.

“You've barely seen the world and you're all ready settling down.” Your Dad scolded you and Mason.

Your Mum send him a warning look before continuing “Look y/n I just think what your dad and I are trying to say is that there are better options out there for you”

You held tightly onto Mason’s hand before talking, “Mason and I are getting married. I love him and he loves me. if you guys can't be supportive of this then I think it's best you stay out of mine and my soon to be husbands life.”

You and Mason left shortly after this and you had no idea if your parents would ever speak to you again.

“I mean I knew they didn't like you that much but they're being crazy, they were talking about you as if you weren't sat two feet away hearing everything. I just can't deal with them right now.” you breathed out a heavy sigh clearly annoyed at the whole situation.

“I know I know baby. I mean maybe they'll come around. They didn't like it when we started dating but the got used to that.” Mason softly spoke.

“That's the thing Mase they shouldn't have to get used to it, they should support my decisions in who I love. Plus I had to talk about you as if you were god to get them to even admit I was dating you” You laughed at the last bit as you said it.

Mason looked over from the drivers seat raising one eyebrow, “As if I was God? You were screaming oh God the other day babe. I’m pretty sure I am.”

“Ew gross Mase i’m not even sure I want to marry you now.”

“Mhm sure baby” He giggled out.

Fast forward 3 years

You and Mase got married that summer. You invited you parents and when they didn't come you were devastated. You spent half your wedding night crying into Mason’s shoulder asking him why they couldn't accept your decision. Mase comforted you stroking your hair, rubbing small circles on your arm or just touching you in anyway he could.

A week after your wedding you were ill. Mason would leave you in bed when he left for training and when he came back you were still there. He was growing more and more worried about you.

“When will you let me call the doctor?”

Just as you went to answer it clicked, the nausea, the fatigue, the thought of certain foods making you vomit.

“Mason what day is it?”,You asked in an urgent tone.

“Erm Thursday?”,he answered looking confused as to why you were so desperate to know.

“Thursday the what?!”

“The tenth. Why?” Growing more concerned as to why you needed to know so badly.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You stormed out of the bedroom into the bathroom.

Mason quickly followed and just as he got to the bathroom the door slammed in his face.

“Baby? Everything okay in there?”

Slowly the door creeped open.

“Masey I need you to go to the shops.”

“Um yeah okay. What do you need?” He said still wondering what your little outburst was about.

“A test”

He looked at you confused for a second.

“A pregnancy test Mase”

“You’re um you're pregnant?”

“Well I don't know yet that's why I need the test” Getting annoyed at the fact he was still stood in front of you not pulling out the driveway yet.

“Right.. yeah I'm going.”

Fast forward 2 years

You had just celebrated your little girls first birthday. Mason was the best dad anyone could ask for. He went to every doctor appointments. He held your hand through out it all. He tucked little Eva in every night. Until he didn’t.

He started going out every night. Stopped coming home for dinner. He wasn’t there when you went to sleep and he wasn’t there when you woke up. You had tried to talk to him but every time you brought it up he would jump the gun and get all defensive.

You had finally had enough. You were leaving and you were so as soon as you could.

This is my first time writing so no hate. Hope you guys enjoy and part 2 should be out soon!

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🍶𓂃⭑ᜊ: FOREVER GONE ft mason mount

🍶𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I won't spoil anything but you can probably guess based on the title, not very good at writing this kind of topic but pop off, I tried. Enjoy xx

🍶𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: heavy angst, mention of cheating, cursing, toxicity, self-harm and suicide.

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Numb. That is how you feel at this moment. Numb and pain. Two hours, you stand alone at the park like a fool, alone for two hours. The day you and your boyfriend are supposed to meet after his hectic weeks was you, alone, at the park waiting in the cold for him to come- but he never did.

Call, text, there's none from him. Your lip is icy cold and blue, your neck hair standing, and goosebumps all over from being exposed to the cold for so long. You could feel your tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, they fell like endless rain, and you try to console yourself by chanting 'It's okay' like a mantra inside your head, because deep down you know, he didn't mean it, did he?

You sit on one of the benches taking your phone out to call your brother to pick you but of course, you weren't gonna let him see you like this, at least not now. Your brother has never been fond of your boyfriend, he had a fuck boy face. He said.

You waited for at least ten more minutes to parch your tears before calling him 'Hey, can you pick me up at the same place you drop me?' Your brother, Liam didn't hesitate and bother to ask a second time and hung up after humming he'll be there in around ten minutes.

'Hey, Y/n!' You ran upstairs to your room, and completely broke down, it's another day after the event with your boyfriend ditching you, you complained to him about it and he reassured you he'll make it up to you but again today, he didn't come. He told you he had a last-minute meeting with his mates whom he hasn't met in a long moment. You understand, maybe he really couldn't make it, you know Mason. He'll never lie to you but you can't help but be overwhelmed, you put on your best fit today to meet him because you really missed him.

One month, it's been one month since the whole event, and Mason still hasn't reached out, the entirety month were you dressing up just to get a text or a simple call saying that he couldn't make it? You are devastated, every day becoming excruciatingly painful and gloomy. It was hard for you to go through this, alone. Mason was never there. Always meeting others but you. Sometimes you doubt him but that could just lead you to feel extremely guilty for doubting your beloved ones like that, you know him. He loves you so much to do such a thing, right?

Two months and still no Mason, these cruel events have to lead you to feel ravaged, to him, to yourself, and to this pointless relationship but was it pointless? No, because you two love each other so much. But it didn't help the fact that you became a whole different person, you barely eat, barely go out anymore, and attend college. You rarely went out to meet your parents and brother. You cage yourself inside your room, isolating yourself from the world slightly hoping that Mason would be at your door to console you.

Self-harming, two months of living feel like a catastrophe, not seeing your boyfriend had also led you to hurt yourself, you are helpless. Like a sick person now waiting for the day God took your life and eases you from this pain but you remember Mason, he wouldn't want that right? He won't want you to hurt yourself, he'll cry a lot too.

Two months and a half, today, despite everything you still leave the house to meet your boyfriend, finally you made a move. You brought him a cake you bake yourself to surprise him. A week from now is your anniversary, of course, you remembered. You intentionally celebrated in advance just because.

You knock on the door but nobody answered. You tried again but still, so you just let yourself in by punching codes in and the door open. The house was clouded over but still neat. You tread upstairs with the cake still in hand. The door was slightly creaking open, you peep one eye but it was dark inside. You could hear his light snores making you chuckle.

You open the door, ready to surprise him but what you see next was beyond your expectation. Mason was on the bed, sleeping naked with a woman. They were both sound asleep with his arm around her, she had his head against his chest. The cake dropped to the ground alerting both parties. The woman woke up first and screamed when she sees you. Mason groans and asks her 'What's wrong princess?'

The nickname he used to call you. She pointed at you and his eyes immediately averted to you, widening twice their size seeing you, with a smothered cake splashing all over the floor. Wet tears wetting your cheeks, your head fuzzy and your eyes blurring.

You couldn't stand another minute there and dash outside. Mason ran after you holding your hand just before you could walk out. 'Y/n wait?!' You swatted his hand and a slap echoed throughout the hall.

'What?! Fucking what is it?'

'Let me explain!' Another slap echoed as your chest heaved up and down 'You lied to me, you're fucking liar and a cheater!' You punched his chest multiple times and he lets you 'God stop!' He yanked you, arms holding tight onto your forearms. You let go and sighed

'Please, why are you doing this?' Body slumping to the ground, your knees weakening, just as you remember the previous scene 'Who is she, Mase? Why? Am I not enough? Why do you have to do this?' He joined you on the ground and hugged you 'I'm sorry, I... I don't know how to say this... I'm... I'm in love with her... I'm sorry, I fell out of love. I know I shouldn't have done this I'm so fucking sorry.' You pushed him away 'Hey, what the fuck?!' The girl from earlier helped him up and you scoff 'You! You are the reason he's like this! You fucking bitch! You take him away from me, you are the filthiest slut-'

Tap. Tap. Tap

Trickles of blood on the floor, your lip scratched. Mason had just slapped you even before he knows it 'Don't. Don't you say anything like that to my girlfriend.' Another course of tears and shame fill in you.

He hurt you, for her.

You huff in disbelief 'Your girlfriend? I'm your girlfriend Mason! I was there for you ever since you started this career! This fucking career that makes you who you are right now! You... Hurt me... For her...'

He turns away from you, hands protectively around her 'You still haven't told me why, why did you do this, to me?'

He turns away from you, arm protectively around her 'Just leave Y/n, leave and never, I mean, never come back.'

A soft gasp skips your mouth 'Right, I'll leave.' No more hurtful words. If this is what he wants. You give him because... You love him.

One week, one week and you've been locking yourself inside your room. Your brother and parents had tried to break in but you warned them every time not to. You would yell at them to let you be.

Tonight. On the date of your anniversary, as a present for Mason, you will fulfill his very last wish, the words he said to you.

'Just leave Y/n, leave and never, I mean, never come back.'

You don't wanna be cliche, Mason hates when you like that so you'll do it less cliche just as he likes it. You fill the tub with hot water but make it slightly lukewarm, just like how he likes it. You angled the camera where he can see you.

You lay on the tub, a razor in hand, and you smile at the camera, at him 'Happy anniversary, Mase.' Slowly, you slit your arm, where it is near your nerve, blood gushing out reading the tub, your vision blurry and head light.

You smile at the camera one last time before unconscious eats you. A tinge of lousy noise fill your drums, it was black and empty. But you feel at ease. The pain was no longer there but instead, a tinge of curiosity. What happens next?

The house felt empty as it is. There's no more of your contagious laughter, your parents felt it but your brother sees it. You aren't there to light up the house, you aren't there to mock him and your parents won't scold him anymore for hurting you. You just aren't there and this time you ain't coming back.

The funeral ended, and your brother now is inside your room holding onto the box that holds the camera you pin to only one person. He didn't know. Of course, he didn't. Why would he.

Your brother didn't send it but instead paid someone to. No, he won't be seeing the guy anymore, that guy will bring nothing but pain to his heart. He knows if he meets him now, the guy would probably send to the hospital and he would be sent to jail for attempting murder.

Mason on the other hand has already started living with guilt, it's eating him alive. He cut contact with the woman but could no longer reach you. Not until he got the box.

The letter said to play the video on the camera. It was you doing vlog.

'First and last vlog before I die.' Your face are gloomy and bags formed in your eyes but despite that you still chuckle.

'That asshole lied to me. He cheated on me with some random woman and he hurts me. See here, I got this fucking scratch on my lip because he fucking slapped me. Two months, he lied to me making excuses just so he could ditch me and meet with her. I've been in a relationship, for two months and a half with a cheater. Do you know how sting it feels, here? Bloody hell! I feel like dying over here!' You pushed your hair back and sighed

'I was hurt. So hurt and wonder why would he do such a thing. Am I not good enough? Should I try better? I tell myself every fucking second and I can't still find an answer, a logical answer to answer that damn question. But you see, I think I might know why but I could be wrong. Maybe it's because I was so fucking ugly! So clingy, fucking cliche, a dumb and thick-skulled bitch. A woman who cannot rely on anyone else but her boyfriend and he started to get annoyed at her. A fucking bitch who knows she couldn't lives without him while he can fuck any woman he laid his eyes upon and easily forget the memories they shared. Their thick and thin, with ups and downs. It was nothing to him but it was everything to her.'

'You know he told me I should leave, and you know, I think I should!' There's a movement and it finally stopped, the camera angled on a tub filled with water.

Mason gasped almost slipping his hand out of the camera

'I'm gonna die here!' A hand pointed out at the tub, Y/nfigures reappeared and she entered the tub slowly laying down 'Hey Mase. If you see this, I hope you don't feel too bad about it. This is not something I give to you so you would feel sorry, No! I'm doing this because you asked me to. I wanted to do it as a gift. I don't want you to feel an ounce of guilty after watching this. I wanted to do this. Today is our anniversary remember?" She hit her head on the tub and sighed 'Of course, you won't. You are busy with the other woman. I'm doing this because I love you even though you don't. I want to do this so you would know just how much I love you and everything you asked me to, I'll do it gladly....' Smiling at the camera, you bring the razor near your arm 'Happy Anniversary Mase.'

He watches the video until it ends eventually. Your brother busted the door open and pull you out of the tub and the video ended. He didn't notice it but his face was soaked with tears. Did you kill yourself? Did you die? Is that why he can't any longer reach you? He wants to die but you wouldn't want that. As you mentioned you don't want him to feel an ounce of regret.

'I'm sorry Y/n. I was a fucking dick for doing this to you. I will beg for forgiveness everyday, until the day we reunited again.' A wind gushed past his body, it was chilly but he felt warm. As if someone has hugs him.

'That day, Mason left everything behind. Swore to his life that he'll redeem once he meets you, the one that forever gone.

notes pt. 2: haha I hate this one, not really my kind of writing style but I swear I did my best. Very angsty I assume?? Feedbacks and comments are very back appreciated.

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