Request: Can you write a fic where the reader and taa are having sex and his BEREAL notification goes off? (as requested by @princessbetsy123-blog)
Warning: a bit smut at the beginning but just that
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover
“Oh Trent” You moaned as he was busy kissing your thighs. While his eyes were fixed on you, his fingers moved your mint green slip to the side to savour your wetness.
His skilled lips against your most sensistive spot was what you needed to unwind, after a long and stressful week. To have him all for you, his body and mind. You tilted your head back in pleasure as he would use his hand to keep your thighs open for him to have a better angle to taste you.
An even louder moan filled the room.
Your heels pressing against his back, his tongue trying to reach for the spot that would make you see stars.
No one could spoil that perfect, blissful time...except for his phone that started buzzing with the notification tone, calling his attention.
“Oh my god Trent, really?” You asked quite annoyed with him leaving what he was doing to go and check his phone.
“Shit” He hissed looking at the screen.
Trent giggled and showed you the BeReal notification that was asking him to post a picture of what he was doing in that moment.
“You won’t” You sounded quite threatening in the attempt to warn him.
“Why not? It’s private after all…”
You widened your eyes in shock and blushed violently: was he really thinking about posting a picture of you two having sex?? Seriously??
“No Trent, you won’t post this”
He smirked, giving you a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. He loved seeing you getting all shy and flustered from embarrassment, that was you being your truest self and he loved it.
He ignored your protest and snapped a photo of you, in your knickers only, your hair covering your breast together with a selfie of him pulling a funny face.
Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing while you weren’t amused by all of that in the slightest.
“Delete that thing now”
Of course Trent didn’t have the faintest idea of exposing you two like that, given also the fact that he had always been rather private about your relationship, so he just took it to tease you, he wanted to delete it and put the phone away but he didn’t realise he pressed the wrong button…
“Where were we?” He smirked, taking his position back between your thighs.
Damn, he was irresistible.
You smirked back at him and tried to relax under his touch, guiding his head back against your aching core.
Later that night, after having taken a hot shower, as Trent was busy cooking dinner for the two of you , you decided to relax a little scrolling through your phone but it turned out to be the least relaxing thing you could have done as an unknown number of notifications, alluding to an x-rated photo of you, appeared on your screen.
What were they referring to? Trent didn’t post that pic, he just took it and then deleted it…did some paparazzi hack your phone??
Trent seemed so calm at the stove, carelessly humming. You walked towards him as you needed to ask him what was happening.
“Trent…why are they all talking about some pictures of us?”
“It must be something caught by the paps” He answered absentmindedly while stirring what was boiling in the pot. “Where did you see it?”
“On my phone. I have like dozens of notifications asking or making jokes about this alleged photos but I don’t know what they’re talking about…it can’t be the BeReal one since you didn’t post it”
Those words triggered something in the Liverpool player’s head: he widened his eyes in shock and left what he was doing in a hurry to go and check his own phone. He was soon welcomed with the same unknown number of notifications, all about this supposed picture.
The only thing he could do was open the app, hoping his suspects were wrong but when he found that pic of the two of you in bed he snapped as a joke posted on his profile, he couldn’t do anything but curse himself.
Apart from all the comments, there were also some screenshots that had been taken…how could he be so clueless to have pressed the wrong button and posted it instead of deleting it?
“Erm…Y/N I -”
“TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD YOU POSTED THAT PIC!!” You screamed, looking at his phone screen in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to, I just -” He was trying to delete it while you were reporting it as sensitive content. “Did you just report it??”
“Yes, what did you expect me to do?? Oh god” You facepalmed yourself as you were already pondering the idea of not leaving the house ever again.
“Calm down baby. I’m so sorry, I should have ignored that stupid notification"
Needless to say you were panicking, the images of people talking about you on the web and those hideous titles on the tabloids vivid in your mind…it was too much to take. You felt like throwing up.
"Y/N? Are you okay?"
Trent huffed, mentally cursing himself, as he sat next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.
"Look, I'm so sorry, I've been an idiot, a complete idiot, but nothing bad will happen. I give you my word"
The unmistakable sincerity of his words made you raise your gaze to look him straight in the eyes.
You would've gone through fire for him as he always made sure to have your back so you should have trusted him that time too, he would have done everything in his power to protect you.
You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder.
"I love you"
"I love you too, drama queen" He giggled, pressing his lips against your forehead.
"I wouldn't have been a drama queen if you had paid attention to what you posted" You rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed.
"You're always a drama queen, don't blame it on me now"
Far be it from you to bring any more drama in that situation but your nose started smelling something burning.
"What's this burning smell?"
"What - OH FUCK" The meal Trent was preparing was long forgotten on the stove as the BeReal thing was your priority at the moment, so you had now another thing to worry about: your burnt dinner.
He jogged over to the kitchen as he was found with that unpleasant surprise.
You loved him so much you swore he looked like the most adorable puppy ever, with his big brown eyes now misty with disappointment and his lower lip stretched out in a pout. A smile spontaneously formed on your lips, as you hugged him from behind. Your head was resting against his back before you lifted it to place a loving kiss behind his neck.
"No dinner tonight I guess"
“Come on, I’m waiting for some joke about me being the worst boyfriend ever or something like that” He muttered, alluding to the snarky remarks you would usually make.
“You’re the worst boyfriend ever but at least you took a pic where I had my latest lingerie set on” Your joke made him giggle as he lovingly squeezed your hands wrapped around his middle.
Burnt food and a sexy scandal, what else could you have asked for for a perfect night in?
A plane flies a banner over Selhurst Park reading Kick Rapists Off The Pitch ahead of the Premier League match between Crystal Palace and Arsenal FC at Selhurst Park on August 5, 2022 in London, United Kingdom. (Photo by Charlotte Wilson/Offside/Offside via Getty Images)
a/n: so i wrote this in lit about an hour on the plane at 36,000ft so if it's rubbish let's blame that x sorry it's so short also stay tuned to the end for the surprise x
What struck Mason from the moment he met you was your confidence. He’ll admit that he was a bit cocky, and assumed that you’d be scared to talk to him, Ben and Reece when your mutual friend introduced you to them, but he was surprised (in a good way) when you immediately struck up a conversation with them. Your conversations spread all the way from football, in which you had a small amount of knowledge, to travel to discussing what you did for your job.
Your answer was ‘content creation’, and Mason was even more intrigued. So, you spent the rest of the night talking him through everything about being a YouTuber, from planning and scheduling content to analytics (which was your personal favourite thing about being a YouTuber; you loved statistics and demographics).
As your relationship with Mason grew, so did your following and subscriber count as people figured out who you were and your relationship with him. Your GRWM videos started to include ‘GRWM for match days’ and travel vlogs. Your view counts skyrocketed, with your most popular video being the Champions League win, titled ‘THEY WON!!!😭💙’. The fans absolutely loved your relationship with Mason, seeing how happy you made him and how you supported him. Even when your videos weren’t entirely related to football match days, you still incorporated Mason into the process, and you loved seeing how into it he got. One of his favourite things was to watch you edit, muttering to yourself about ‘how do I go about moving that’ and ‘now I need to detach that audio’, and occasionally muttering swearwords to yourself when you fucked up.
Your favourite videos to film were Q&A’s and would you rather with Mason. It offered fans a rare glimpse of life into their favourite couple, and it was what you were filming today.
You and Mason had sat down on the sofa with the camera stood opposite you, house slowly starting to be decorated for Christmas.
‘Ready?’ You asked, about to hit record.
‘Course babe, I’m always ready!’ His response made you snicker, and you started to record.
‘What’s up, guys, it’s me Y/N!’ You started with your signature introduction. ‘And I’m here today with my boyfriend, Mason!’ He laughed as you started to cheer quietly. You made a mental note to add a crowd applause sound effect in while you were editing.
‘Hi guys,’ he said, almost shyly.
‘Today we are going to be answering some questions you guys asked us over on my Instagram. What do you reckon they’re going to ask us, Mase?’ Mason’s heart fluttered at the nickname you had for him, then he started to laugh.
‘“When are you getting married?!”’ You both started laughing at that; it was definitely the most asked question, seeing as you guys had been dating for nearly four years. His own family had started asking the same question. Little did they know that Mason had a sneaky plan up his sleeve.
‘Okay, okay, let’s get into it!’ You pulled out your phone to read the questions. ‘First question: “Mason, what was your first impression of Y/N?”’ Mason cocked his head to think about the question for a moment.
‘I think what really struck me was your confidence, like a lot of people are very shy when they meet me, not to sound big-headed or anything. But you were so confident and walked right up to us and struck up a conversation, it was really refreshing. And obviously you’re very beautiful.’ You smiled shyly.
‘Aww, babe, isn’t he a cutie?’ He returned your smile, and the fans would soon see how much adoration he had for you just in that smile. ‘Next question, “Y/N, what’s your dream company to collab with?”. Hmmm, there are so many, and so many amazing brands that I’ve already had the privilege of working with, but I’m gonna have to say National Geographic. I’ve been a Nat Geo fan ever since I can remember, when other kids my age were watching Thomas the Tank Engine, I was watching dinosaur documentaries or scaring myself with documentaries about airplanes crashing.’ You turned to look at Mason, whose face was a mixture of amusement and concern.
‘You’re weird.’ You shrugged.
‘Indeed, but look where it got me!’ The fans loved these kinds of exchanges between the two of you; full of banter yet also full of love and mutual respect. Yours was a relationship many can only dream of. You made sure you reminded yourself every day of how lucky you were to have a man like him.
The questions continued for another ten or fifteen minutes, and then you started to close it down.
‘Alright guys, unfortunately that’s all we have time for today! We…’
‘Actually, Y/N,’ Mason interrupted you, making you look over at him in confusion. ‘I have one question myself.’ He dug around in his pockets, and your eyes filled with tears when he pulled out a little red box. ‘Will you marry me?’ You looked at him, bewildered and delighted all at once, before looking over at the camera.
‘This isn’t staged, I promise you, are you being serious?’ He nodded, grinning.
‘Course I’m serious, darlin’! You’re the love of my life and I can’t imagine spending my life without anyone else. So, will you marry me?’ He opened the box, and you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your entire life. You nodded fiercely, tears spilling over your cheeks as you pulled him in for a hug.
‘Yes, yes, of course I will!’ You choked out a sob, pulling back from the hug to let him slide the ring onto your finger. It sparkled in the reflection of your studio lights, making you sob again. ‘Oh god, Mase it’s beautiful,’ you mumbled through the tears.
‘I love you, darling.’ You brought your hands up to his face and gently held it as you kissed him happily, smiling into the kiss. Before it got too heated, you remembered you were on camera, so you pulled apart. Vaguely aware your mascara was probably running down your cheeks, you threw your arm around Mason’s neck.
‘Okay, now that we’re definitely finished, thanks everyone for watching, I hope you enjoyed this video, see you next time! We’re engaged!’ You showed the camera your ring, before pressing the record button again to stop the recording. You looked over at Mason, who had an incomprehensible expression on his face. ‘How long have you been planning that?’ He shrugged.
‘Since June’s Q&A.’ Your jaw dropped.
‘You’ve been planning it for five months?!’ He grinned.
‘Wanted to make sure you weren’t expecting it.’
‘Well you definitely succeeded in that.’
The video went live a few days later, and it’s fair to say you were the most excited you’d ever been to post a video. You titled it ‘November Q&A!🤍 Surprise at the end!!!’. Within minutes of the premiere, you were getting comments:
masonfan19: OMFG?? ARE YOU KIDDING THIS IS SO CUTE
y/nismyidol: this is my favourite video ever!!! your reaction omg😭 ENDGAME!!!
masony/nforeva: i can’t wait for the wedding vlog!!!!
footballer23: YOUR REACTION OMG😭
Mason’s fellow footballers were WhatsApping him with congratulations, and you even had companies sending you congratulations. What really made your day was a comment that appeared on your Instagram photo a few days later. It was a screenshot of you just after Mason asked you to marry him; your jaw was open and tears were visible in your eyes. The comment read:
natgeo: We love this, and we’d love for you to message us about working together! Congrats! 😁
Mason didn’t dare to say it, but your reaction to seeing that comment was almost as effusive as when he asked you to marry him.
Hi! could you write sth fluff with domestic mason. Maybe the reader and him cooking on a sunday night and doing facetime with ben. Then they cuddle in the sofa and talk about their plans on Monday. The night routine they do in the bathroom. Just domestic mason with his girlfriend!!!!
Sunday kind of love | Mason Mount fluff
Notes: I loved writing this! thank you for the request! enjoyyyy mainly just mason being a simp xx (Also this is loosely based off one of my fave songs- A Sunday kind of love: by Etta James!) gif by @movnt | 3.1k words
Blurb: One where after a Saturday night out you and mason spent a Sunday morning together filled with love.
Small rays of light project down harshly through the tinted windows in the back of the black cab you were currently crammed in. The light loosely reflecting shapes onto the side of your face, highlighting your most prominent features.
The sounds of his small giggles into your neck were warming your heart as you placed your hand in the short length of his hair, the other caressing his back. However, one of his hands had reached around your stomach and settled around your hip as his lips were placing barley thare kisses to the crease of your collar bone.
The light tickling sensation mixed with the alcohol in your system meant you couldn't contain your fits of giggles as you threw your head back in the leather seat of the taxi.
Your giggles. Your smile. He loved that laugh.
Mason wanted to bathe in the sound of your giggles, he loves when he makes you laugh. That obnoxiously loud sounding laugh that you always apologize for. He loved it when you couldn't control it.
In attempts to meet his wishes his hand that was gently snaked around your hip to hold you down inched higher. To the point where it was resting right along your stomach and now around your torso.
It was almost like you knew his next move as your knees came up in the air, your hand fighting his fingertips away from your side. But mason had the upper hand as he leaned into the warmth of your body more, dragging his fingertips up the sensitive skin of your side. His heart panged out of his chest when your chest erupted with fits of giggles, your back arching slightly as you fought to throw his hands off you.
He fawned over the way his name gently dropped from your lips, begging him to stop through giggles.
Mason pulled his face away from the warm crook of your neck, placing his forehead on yours as he watched the street lamps illuminate all his favorite colors in your eyes.
He couldn't wipe away his smile as he gently leaned forward, placing a sloppy kiss to your upper lip. Quick gentle one, full of warmth and love. The love that he felt the need to give to you every time he saw that goddamn smile and heard that stupid giggle.
Mason's eyes shot up to look at the recognisable street that he called home. When he moved his gaze back down all he saw was your loving smile, he loved this kind of love.
Sure it looked new, it looked fresh, it was the honeymoon stage as most would say. But it had been a couple years since he had met you and Mason was one hundred percent that this stage would never end, he wouldn't let it.
He relished in the feeling of you bringing your hand up, carseing the small stubble on his cheek. Before leaning forward and pecking the tip of his nose. God he is so incredibly in love with you.
It was a cold saturday night, you had stepped out of the taxi onto the cold floor of masons drive way. You stared down at your bare toes on the dull gray concrete floor. Your arms sheltered from the cold breeze due to the warmth of your boyfriend's helpful jacket.
You watched as mason said thank you to the driver shutting the door with one hand, your heels in his other hand as he turned to smile at you just standing there. He couldn't stop himself from feeling giddy at the way you looked. His jacket was almost longer than your dress, your bare legs on show as well as your white painted toes. He admired your lopsided smile and clearly tired eyes. He smirked at the way your hair was messy and out of place only on the right side from where you had been resting your head on his shoulder in the taxi, and how your lipstick was smudged from all the secret sloppy kisses you had shared in the club.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his fingertips gently resting on your waist as you both walked over to his front door. You heels that he had been carrying all night still in his hands as he gently grazed your stomach.
When Mason opened the door he stood back, ushering for you to walk in first. You stumbled through the door, watching Mason lock it behind him. The last of the warm breeze blew through the door, swaying his blown hair in the way you loved the most.
When he turned around you could see him now in a better light than in the taxi or the club.
His hair was a mess, he stank of the tequila that you had both been drinking all night. HIs eyes were bloodshot from the hours they had been open. You smiled at how his top button was undone, exposing his upper chest slightly. But your favorite was the small smudge of red around his cheek, the first kiss you had placed on him that night, not wanting to ruin your lipstick on his lips so soon, so you planted a soft kiss to kiss cheek. Little did you know the red stain and faint outline of your lips had stayed on his cheeks all night.
“I think I need some water.” You blurted out, you were sure you were standing still but the ground underneath you was spinning.
Mason giggled as he took you hand in his, pulling you through to the kitchen, he grabbed one of his glasses from the cupboard, walking over to the fridge to fill it with some cold water.
You pulled his jacket off, placing it down on one of his bar stools before you somehow managed to jump up on to his kitchen counter, sitting there waiting for him to bring you your water.
You were watching your feet dangle over his lower cupboards before mason walked over, placing his hand over your thigh, separating your legs so he could stand in between them. He gently held the small of your back as he took his own sip of your water before passing it to you.
He smirked at your frown before you bought the glass up to your lips, your throat itching at the cold sensation. When the glass was almost empty mason walked back over to the fridge, filling the glass up once more.
“Go up to bed love, I'll be up in a second.” He whispers in the quietness in his house.
You can't help but think about how lonely it must be for him in this large house on his own. Especially compared to your small apartment in the heart of london.
You never felt lonely in your own company until you met him. You body aching to spend every waking moment with him.
You gently nod your head before standing on your tiptoes, placing a peck to his cheek, wisping away out of the kitchen and up the carpeted stairs to his bedroom.
You make your way to his bathroom, staring at your reflection for a moment, motifited. You looked awful with your smudged lipstick and messy hair.
You try to pull the draw out under the sink, the draw mason had confirmed was yours.
You pulled the handle again but the draw wouldn't budge. You huffed out a groan, one that could be heard from where Mason was standing on the steps of his stairs. A smile crawling on his lips as he knew straight away you were struggling to open the draw again.
He placed the two glasses of water down on each of his bedside tables before walking into his bathroom where he found you, sat on the lid of the toilet seat, a pout on your face as you had been unsuccessful in opening the stuff draw.
“Need some help?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he lent into the doorway of his bathroom.
Your silent glare was enough for Mason to know you did need his help, you were always too stubborn to ask.
He walked forward, bending down his knees, pulling the draw open with ease before he looked up at your annoyed face. He reached in the drawer, pulling out what he knew you were exactly looking for, you make up a remover and a few other bits for your skincare routine.
Your heart thumped as he pulled out every single product that he knew you needed. He stood up for a second, pulling you up by your hand, gently placing a hand under your thigh as he hoisted you up onto his bathroom counter.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He placed the micellar water onto the cotton pads, as one of his hands then came to the back of your neck as he placed it gently over your eyes. He was gentle with the wipe, making sure he had used enough water and had enough wipes to take your makeup off fully.
Your heart swelled as you watched the tip of his tongue dart out of his mouth in concentration. Your hands gently wrapped around his waist as he slotted himself further into your legs.
When he had taken all of your makeup off he grabbed a damp towel, wetting and drying your skin once more before pulling away and placing a simple kiss to your cheeks and forehead.
Mason then placed a small amount of your favorite night cream in his hands, gently spreading the moisturizer around your skin, tapping it in just like how he had watched you do in the mirror most nights.
And once he was sure you were ready for bed, he grabbed your hair brush from the draw, gently brushing the back of your hair. As you leant forward, placing your head on his shoulder. He hasn't quite mastered the art of tying your hair up yet, and if he was being truthful he didn't want to. He loved waking up in the morning to find your hair sprawled out on his pillow, it was a gentle reminder that you were real and you were his.
And last but not least he grabbed the two toothbrushes from his pot, the blue one that belonged to you and the red one that belonged to him. He placed a small amount of water and toothpaste on your rush for you before handing it to you. Watching as you turned around to see yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth.
When you and mason were both done he then grabbed you off the counter, carrying you into the bedroom and placed you down. You pulled your dress over over your head, parading around in your skimpy little lingerie set before grabbing one of your favorite shirts from his top drawer. A draw he had also designated to you.
On the left side of the draw was some of your stuff, the other side was masons stuff that you had claimed to be yours. All of your favorite hoodies and t-shirts of his.
You put the shirt over your head before borrowing a pair of his boxers and climbing into his bed.
Mason hadn't long joined you, laying on his back so you could place your head on his chest, listening to the fast pitter patter of his heart beat. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, gently grazing the naked skin on your arm. You legs hanging over him for more warmth as you also placed your hand under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.
“Thank you for a really lovely night, mase.” You whispered, tucking your face into him more.
Mase. He loved it when you called him mase.
He leant forward, placing a kiss to your head before he pushed his nose into the mess of your hair. “I had a really good night too, y/n/n.”
“Tired?” He asked you.
“Knackered.” You mumbled into the warmth of his chest.
Mason smiled as he wrapped his arms around you more. He loved it when you stayed the night, he loved falling asleep with you in his arms, then waking up in the middle of the night, nuzzling back into your body when his sleep had dragged him away, holding you all through to the morning.
“Tomorrow we can make breakfast together, then catch up on love island?” He mumbled, the sleep evident in his voice.
“I'd love to, baby.” You whisper before you fall into a calm slumber, wrapped up in the warm arms of your boyfriend.
You loved nothing more than a late Saturday night, full of drunken kisses and giggles, making it all the way through to a Sunday morning tired kind of love.
You woke up in the morning by the slight russaling of Mason's body, you inched closer to him, wrapping your hands around his torso, acting as the big spoon.
Mason moved his head slightly, turning back to look at you, your eyes were shut, your breathing was shallow, but he knew you were awake by the small smile that toyed on your lips.
“Morning.” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He rolled over in hopes to plant a kiss to your lips but you pulled back.
“No, I have morning breath.” You giggled, “I need a shower first, mase.”
Mason groaned out his nickname before he flopped his body on top of yours, his face finding its favorite place, in the crook of your neck.
“My head hurts.” You moaned out, wrapping your arms and legs around your boyfriend like a panda.
“Awe, my poor baby.” Mason moved up to look at you, “Don't worry I'll look after you.” He smiles, pulling you on top of him for another hug.
You both lay there for a moment, appreciating the fact you both have a day off and can spend the full day in each other's company.
After what felt like hours of cuddling you jumped up to get in the shower and mason said he would wait downstairs for you with a cup of tea. You shower off any trace of last night off of you, throwing your damp hair up in a bun and running back into his bedroom to steal one of his hoodies.
When you get to his staircase the smell of cooked food runs along your nostrils. And the sight you see when you get to the bottom was just hot.
Mason was standing over his stove, frying some eggs, his hair was still messy, his boxers were loosely hanging over his waist, his toned chest on show as he held out a metal spatula in his other hand.
You walk over to him, gently wrapping your hands around him from behind, placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before leaning around him to see what he's cooking.
“Hey you.” You smile up at him once he turns around, placing the spatula on the end of the pan.
He doesn't reply, he just brings his hands down to meet yours, holding them tightly and bringing them up to wrap your arms around his shoulders as his fingers gently trace back down to your waist and back up to the small of your back, bringing you in for a tight hug.
He spins your slightly, leaning forward, mumbling the lyrics of the song that was faintly playing over the alexa he had put on. You knew straight away that the music was one of your playlists that he had chosen, and once again your heart beated out of your chest at the attentiveness of this man. He pulled you in then span you out, dancing with you to the faint sound of 60s love songs in his kitchen on a cold Sunday morning.
You giggle into his shoulder as he continues to hold you close, swaying with you for a couple more songs, trying to get you to laugh as much as he can.
God he loved that laugh.
“Mase.” You mumbled into his shoulder as you held him close.
“Mhm.” He mumbled into your hair, one of his hands held in your has you both continued to gently sway.
“Mason.” You push off of him, a smirk on your face as your mouth gapes open, you try to move your head around him but he stops you.
“What?” He furres his eyebrows at you, caught up in the moment.
“Is that burning smell your eggs?” You giggled, your lips pressing into a fine line as you tried to suppress your laughter.
Mason pulls away slightly, a confused look on his face, “My what- oh my god. My eggs!” He shouted, turning around to see his now burning eggs.
You can't help but giggle as you watch him scramble to move the pan off of the stove, giggling himself as he had just managed to save his eggs from burning.
“It's okay, it's okay. I saved them just in time.” He smiled at him, as he pretended to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
You lean into him once again, your arms around his torso as you lean up to give him a kiss, “You're cute.” You smile on his lips, pecking him a couple of times.
“I try to be.”
Mason forces you to go sit on the sofa and turn the tv on while he prepares some toast and avocado for you both, knowing it's your favorite.
When he finally joins you, you sit with your legs crossed on the sofa, a blanket over your legs and your plate resting on your knees as you and mason turn on some of the last few episodes of love island that you had both missed.
“I keep telling Woody he should go on this show.” Mason says with a mouthful of eggs, pointing at the tv.
You snort slightly at imagining your friend on the show, “We could totally look after his instagram for him.” You smirk.
“No, he would bottle it. He already shits himself around girls.” Mason laughs as he places both of your empty plates on the table in front of him, leaning in to cuddle you.
“He can't be that bad at talking to girls.” You smiled, watching as Mason laid his head down on your lap, closing his eyes for a moment as your hands found their way through his hair.
“Once me and Ben went through his instagram dms when he passed out drunk, y/n it was bad.” Mason said in a serious tone, you let out a little laugh and continued to watch the tv, your fingers gently tracing shapes around the back of his ear.
“You know I applied for love island a few years ago.” You smirk, you can't see his face but by the way you felt his eyelashes flutter on your leg you knew he was shocked at the new revelation.
“Wait, really? When?” Mason moves his neck around, looking up at you from his position in his lap.
“Yeah, back when the show first started to get popular. I think I applied for season four or five maybe.” You smiled down at him.
“You're having me on.” Mason smirked at you, he knew you were a bad liar.”
“What no, I'm telling the truth!” unfortunately your smile had given it away, as well as your ability to not be able to look into his eyes.
Mason let out a loud laugh before turning back to the tv.
“You know I totally believed you then for about thirty seconds.” He giggled at your little attempt to prank him.
You both cuddle up onto the sofa more, eventually the episode ends and you are all caught up. You take the dishes into the kitchen to be washed.
Mason follows you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, smiling sheepishly as he helps you place all of the bowls into the dishwasher.
He loved days like this, seeing you so comfortable in his house. It was days like today or when he had been away for a while and he came home late at night and you were already asleep in his bed, he wondered why you didn't live with him yet.
“Move in with me.” He blurted out, he couldn't stop himself, but now he had said it the fear of rejection was kicking in. He knew you hated how he left dirty glasses in his room, or how he would never wipe the floor when he got out of the shower. He was over thinking how you might actually hate how clingy he would be with you, or what if you couldn't agree what to watch on the tv.
“Wait, really?” He watched as you closed the dishwasher, putting it on before you turned to stand in front of him where he was leaning on the wall.
“Was I supposed to say no?” You mocked his shocked attitude.
“Mason, I would love to move in with you.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him for what felt like the millionth time that day, but he didn't mind as he always managed to melt into your touch.
“But I'd like to decorate first.” You placed your chin on his chest looking up at his putty face as you just offended the decor of his home.
“A few plants, and I think my pillows would look really nice in the living room.”
He smiled as he thought about having your yellow plates in his kitchen cupboard, and your blankets over his bed. He just held you tighter to let you know he was okay with that, it would be both your home too.
“I'm not taking the model of stamford bridge on the coffee table though.” He smirked, knowing your thoughts on the small model placed in the middle of his front room.
"You just want me here so I can't do your dirty washing for you!" You joked at him, mason leaguing because he cant deny he has always been awful with the washing machine.
He couldn't wait to live with you. To live every single day like he did today. To wake up and make you breakfast, knowing you will always be here when he got home from away days, he couldn't wait, and neither could you.
Blurb: Chelsea have had a bad run of games lately and your boyfriend isn’t paying you any attention as a result, leaving you both frustrated but for very different reasons.
FYI - This is based on the bad run of games, several injuries and the covid outbreak Chelsea had around Christmas time, I just didn’t get chance to finish it then.
You sat on his sofa, letting out a heavy sigh as you heard the whistle blow on the TV, the match ending in yet another draw for Chelsea. You knew this was going to hit Mason hard, being a perfectionist and having high expectations of himself and his team, but Chelsea had been going through a bad spell recently, something that Mason knew they would overcome eventually but it was still frustrating when they were failing to win the games that would normally be stacked in their favour.
It was an away game against Wolves and due to the recent spike in Covid cases, Mason told you to stay home instead of attending like you usually would, to try and reduce the chance of you catching it and having to isolate. You didn’t live with Mason, although you stayed over most nights, and as of recent you felt like it was a waste of time as he hardly spoke to you, but you knew he needed you there, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Tuchel was on all of their backs about their performances, but that wasn’t the only thing that was frustrating Mason; he was agitated that his personal affairs were now being affected as he couldn’t go out and let his hair down in his spare time, worried that he would have to miss games if he tested positive too which Chelsea could not afford at the moment due to their long list of injuries.
Instead he’s been sulking around his house for the past couple of weeks, re-watching their recent matches, staying at training a lot longer than usual, and if he wasn’t watching or reading about football, he was hiding in his games room. It wouldn’t bother you normally, that he was trying to distract himself from work, but at the moment it just felt like more obstacles in the way of him paying you any attention.
You hadn’t had sex in over a week, which was pretty much unheard of when it came to your relationship, unable to keep your hands off each other usually, but Mason hadn’t touched you since your quick fumble in the shower last weekend which only happened because he caught you having a moment to yourself and he felt obliged to give you what you wanted, only it wasn’t enough. Whenever you tried to instigate something he would brush you off, making up an excuse that he had something else to do and it was beginning to frustrate you. A lot.
So when you switched today’s game off after seeing him infuriated throughout it, you knew full well that your boyfriend would be returning home later in a bad mood, and you would be left craving the attention you so desperately needed from him, yet again.
You had an itch and it needed scratching, imminently.
You decided to prep dinner, settling on making Mason’s favourite in the hopes that it may lift his spirits a little and you made sure there was something in for him to drink, to take the edge off the disappointing day. You and Mason always took it turns to cook, but due to his recent mood he hadn’t really spent too much time in the kitchen, which was another thing that was bothering you. You had everything crossed that he might skip going straight to the PlayStation tonight, instead choosing to spend his Sunday evening with you, but you had your doubts.
When you heard the door open signalling Mason was home, you were in his bedroom sorting through your bag and pulling out a pair of pyjamas for you to put on after a shower. You made your way down the stairs, finding Mason in the kitchen in his Chelsea tracksuit, his face looking defeated.
“Hey baby” you smiled, making your way over to him.
He hummed in response, turning around to bury his head in the fridge as you neared him, already avoiding eye contact.
“I’ve prepped food, I’m going to make your fave… we haven’t had it for a while” you added wrapping your arms around him from behind.
“I’m not really hungry” he muttered as he shut the fridge door, pulling your arms from his waist.
“Well you might be later, I was thinking we could watch a film?” you suggested, trying to sound enthusiastic.
“I’m gonna go upstairs” he responded, avoiding your eye contact.
“Mason” you whined, watching him walk out of the kitchen but he didn’t turn around.
You picked up the packet of pasta that was sat on the side waiting for you to boil, and you threw it as hard as you could at the kitchen wall in the hopes of getting his attention, and the force of the collision caused the bag to split, sending the pasta shells flying all over the floor.
Now you were even more pissed off that you had to clear up the pasta from the floor and wasting a packet of penne. All for nothing, but you were too riled up to deal with that now so you followed him, marching up the stairs to find his whereabouts as you were not yet ready to leave this alone.
“Mason, I need to speak to you” you spoke with an assertive tone as you walked into his games room where you presumed he would be.
“Not now y/n” he warned, fiddling with the computer screen as he waited for his game to load.
“Yes now!” you snapped, walking over to his chair, “I’m sick of you ignoring me”.
“I said not now” you could tell he was annoyed before, but his harsh tone confirmed it even more.
“I know you’re upset Mase, but I just want to spend some time with you” you murmured, standing in front of him to block his view.
You leant over his body as you settled your hands on the arms of the chair, and you bit your lip as you gazed into his eyes, trying to plead with him to focus his attention on you, to give you something.
“Please baby” you whispered.
“I’m not in the mood” he shrugged, leaning his head to one side to try and see past you.
“So I’ve got to wait for you to win a game in order for you to fuck me?” you hissed, pulling yourself away from him.
He glared at you, his eyes narrowing as he warned you not to push it any further, but you did.
“I’ll be waiting all fucking season at this rate” you added whilst turning on your heel to leave the room, slamming the door behind you.
You heard the door open as you made your way across the landing heading for the stairs, feeling smug you had at least gotten a reaction out of him although you knew what you said was harsh, but you would apologise for it later.
“Who are you talking to like that?” he snarled, grabbing your wrist to stop you walking down the stairs.
He pulled you back towards him, pressing his body against you as he backed you against the wall. His eyes had darkened, his eyebrows knitted together as he breathed heavily, and his jaw clenched tighter as he waited for you to answer his question.
“You” you spat, his hand gripping around your throat lightly causing you to smirk under his grip.
“Try it again” he dared you, his eyebrow raising as he felt you swallow, “Go on”.
Your eyes flickered shut, not wanting to say anything else but his behaviour was exciting you; it was the biggest reaction from him you’d had all week, and you knew he’d never hurt you.
“Thought so” he breathed, his hand dropping from your throat as he stepped back into his games room.
“All talk” you muttered.
You knew you were taunting him; you were playing with fire.
You made your way back down the stairs, and just as you were walking towards the kitchen you heard his footsteps following you, hearing the thuds on his carpeted staircase as you smirked to yourself. You tried to act oblivious to his impending presence, pretending to hum along to a song in your head as you stepped into his kitchen, ready to continue making dinner for yourself.
“What is it you want?” he asked, clearing his throat quietly as he stood in the door frame.
You ignored him, tip toeing over the pasta shells scattered on the floor as the room remained silent, reaching to pick up the now empty packet first.
“So now you’re going to ignore me?” he sighed loudly when he realised you weren’t going to answer his first question.
“You’ve got some nerve” you growled, standing up and looking at him.
“I’ll ask again before I go back upstairs” he growled, “What is it you want?”.
“I want my fucking boyfriend back, and whoever this is…” you snarled whilst looking him up and down, your finger pointing straight at him, “Can get fucked”.
You stormed past him and headed up the stairs, and despite you not wanting him to, he mirrored every step you took until he appeared in the bathroom behind you. He watched you reach to turn the shower on, undressing yourself to just your underwear, and you did your best to ignore his presence as you carried on with your plan of having a shower and a chilled night, trying to not let him ruin your evening any further.
“So I can get fucked?” he repeated what you’d said downstairs, still trying to avoid the reason for his shitty behaviour and focusing solely on what you had said, which again annoyed you.
“Yeah” you shrugged, opening his bathroom cupboard to pull out your shampoo and conditioner that you left here for whenever you stayed over.
“Oh I can, can I?” he pushed, still avoiding the real problem.
“Yeah, you can Mason” you snapped back.
“Good to know” he laughed in disbelief before disappearing out of the room.
You were in a game of cat and mouse, but things needed sorting tonight before they escalated, so you went in pursuit of him again. He was sat in his gaming chair to no surprise, his headset covering his ears again with his eyes focused on his computer screen, his jaw clenching tight as you could see his muscles twitching from where you stood.
“You think this is funny?” you spat, standing a few feet away from him.
“No I fucking don’t” he said with a low voice as he turned to look at you.
“What are you laughing at then?” your tone sounding patronising.
“You” he growled, “You’re a joke, acting like a brat with everything going on”.
“Oh fuck off Mas-“ you argued, and just as you were about to turn and leave the room, he cut your words short.
“I’m going through hell with Chelsea at the moment, I can’t do anything in my spare time and now my girlfriend is throwing pasta around my fucking house because I wont shag her” he snapped.
“I’m not throw-“ you stuttered, a little take a back by his words.
“Then what was that all about downstairs?” he asked, his voice still raised.
“I’m sick of you coming home and ignoring me, you might be having a hard time at Chelsea at the moment Mason but that’s not my fault. I feel like you’re taking it out on me” you confessed, and your voice cracked a little when you spoke, “I love you, but you’re being a complete twat”.
“Dec?” Mason said with a questioning tone, his face turning to look at his computer screen as he realised his best friend had finally joined the game, although it was at an extremely inconvenient time, “One second mate”.
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably going to tell you this wasn’t a good time to talk and he’d be down later, but he surprised you.
“I’m having a shit time” he said as he lowered his voice, lifting the microphone on his headset away from his mouth, “I know I shouldn’t bring it home, but its hard not to”.
“Mase-“ you mumbled, but he cut you off again.
“So whilst I’m being criticised for my performance at Chelsea, you’re giving me a hard time and acting like a spoilt child… just because you’re horny” he said with a quiet voice still, raising his eyebrow at you in jest.
You pulled your face at him, because it was true, and although you were annoyed at how he’d behaved, maybe you hadn’t realised just how much stick he was getting at work daily.
“That’s not the only reason” you huffed.
His feet pushed his chair away from his desk slightly, and he slapped one hand on his thigh, his eyes burning into yours as he waited for you to get the hint of what he wanted from you.
“Sit” he finally said, waiting for you to take a seat on his lap.
“Is the camera on?” you muttered, not wanting any of his friends to witness you in just your black laced underwear.
He shook his head, and with that, you sat yourself over his thighs, your back pressing against his chest and his arms wrapped around you, his PlayStation controller in his hands resting in your lap.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed you begging for me?” he murmured against your neck, and when his warm breath blew over your skin, you clenched around nothing.
“You haven’t even looked at me all week” you gulped, one of his hands moving so he could turn your chin to look at him.
You saw the vulnerability in his eyes for a split second, his warm brown irises looking back at you apologetically, as if he was silently telling you that he knew he’d been an arse for the past couple of weeks.
“I have…” he smirked, “Just when you weren’t looking”.
You narrowed your eyes, wondering if he was being serious, trying to recall if you had noticed him sneakily looking at you this past week but you were sure you hadn’t.
“I’m sorry” he mouthed silently, pulling the microphone on his headset back down to his mouth, and throwing you a wink as he began talking to Declan who was at the other end of his conversation.
“Yeah mate, I know I’ve not been on for a while, it’s been shit at Chels but I fancied a game… are the other lads joining?” Mason asked, and your eyes searched over his face as he smiled smugly.
You couldn’t help but love him. He was the biggest pain in your arse, and even though the past couple of weeks had been hard work, he’d been acting very out of character and you were grateful that you might be getting your usual cheeky boyfriend back. His eyes fleeted between the screen and your face as he set the game up, and you couldn’t work out what he was up to when he kept trying to hide a smirk, which worried you.
Mason was a prankster, a windup merchant, and a huge tease, so it seemed like tonight was going to be no exception.
“Alright lads” he grinned, his tongue pinched between his teeth as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, “I can only jump on for one game as… something has popped up”.
Your stomach flipped at the thought of him giving you what you wanted finally, so you were more than happy to sit and watch him play until he’d finished if that’s what he wanted, as long as it meant you being with him.
The game started and you shifted back on his lap a little more, your feet no longer touching the floor as you got comfy. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, listening to him joking with the lads, and although you could only hear half of the conversation, it was nice to hear him laughing which he had hardly done in a while.
“Guys I need to go answer the front door, Y/N is going to attempt to play whilst I’m gone” you heard him say, which caused you to turn and look at him confused as you didn’t think you’d heard the doorbell, “Go easy on her”.
“Take over for me, you remember the controls yeah?” he asked, pushing the controller into your hands.
“Erm…” you mumbled, your eyes staring at the controls as he pointed and briefly explained which to press, having played a few games with him not too long ago.
His hands then came to his headset and he pulled it from his ears, before placing it over yours, your eyes trying to concentrate on the game in front of you, although you felt like you had no idea what you were doing, you were giving it a good go.
“Well done baby” he smiled when you had managed to actually work the controls correctly, and he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder as he watched the screen.
“Mason I don’t know what I’m doing” you chuckled, moving the headset so only one ear was covered, and your fingers pressed the buttons frantically as you tried your best to stay alive in the game.
“You do” he murmured against your spine, just as his fingers began to trace shapes over your thigh, “You know exactly what you’re doing”.
Your throat suddenly felt dry, and now you knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t believe you had fallen for his plan, to get you on his knee half naked, wearing a headset so you couldn’t make any noise, whilst he teased you beyond belief.
“Come on Y/N has Mason not taught you how to play?” you heard Declan joke through your ears.
“He’s been too busy sulking recently” you quipped, knowing that would get a reaction out of your boyfriend, but it’s the least he deserved.
You heard him tut, disapproving of your comment, and his fingers inched higher up your thigh whilst his other hand came to palm your breast.
You inhaled a deeper breath, knowing full well where this was going, and when his fingers dipped over the lace of your bra to pull it down, his fingers rolled your nipple between them, a breathy moan leaving your throat as the sensation sent a spark straight to your core.
“Mason” you whispered as a poor attempt at warning him, but you knew your words would be falling on deaf ears anyway.
“Keep playing” he sniggered, his mouth pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and I’ll do the same”.
You let out a pent-up breath when his other hand came between your legs, gently rubbing over the lace of your thong, providing just enough pressure for your clit to feel his pads circling over your slit. Your head rolled back, his fingers still playing with your nipple and he smirked against your body when he knew you were becoming aroused already.
“Shhh, they better not hear you” he warned.
Your eyes flickered shut for a brief moment when you felt his fingers move your underwear to the side, before pushing one finger through your already slick folds.
“Never takes much” he sniggered, and your legs naturally tried to close a little as you felt him run his finger up and down your slit.
He moved the hand from your breast down past your waist and to your thigh, parting your legs more over his own so he could keep them open, torturing you further. His finger continued to leisurely brush up and down, purposefully stopping just before your clit, teasing you beyond belief as now all you wanted was more and for him to make you cum.
“Please” you whimpered, your hand quickly moving the microphone away from your mouth and turning to look at him over your shoulder.
“Oh, is that you begging?” he smirked, smug with himself that it didn’t take long for you to play into his hands.
You nodded, your eyes pleading with him to stop tormenting you and just get on with it.
He slipped another finger between your folds, and when he dragged them all the way up to your clit and he finally brushed over the sensitive bud, you let out a breathy moan, your hips rocking instinctively.
“Play” he growled, his eyes looking at the screen in front of you both realising you had stopped.
You resumed pressing buttons on the controllers, although your lack of concentration meant you had no idea what was going on in the game currently.
He continued to circle over your clit agonisingly slowly, which was usually your favourite. He knew you hated it rushed, and how much you loved him dragging out any pleasure he inflicted on you, but right now you were beginning to hate yourself for it as it wasn’t exactly the best time for him to be making this last as long as possible.
“Fuck” you muttered under your breath, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers continued to circle over your sensitive clit.
He slid you off his knee, and when he stood up from the chair, he turned and sat you back down on the leather seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he dropped to his knees. Your lips parted as you watched him throw your legs over his shoulders, his hand pushing your underwear to the side once more before his tongue latched onto your clit soon after.
You threw your head back into the chair, his tongue working like magic as he wasted no time in gliding it over your clit repeatedly, although still keeping his movements slow and steady. You brought one hand from the controller into his hair, the game long forgotten as you focused on his head between your legs, almost bringing you to your high already.
Your legs clamped around his head whilst his tongue lapped up and down your folds, his lips sucking on your clit gently, and when he knew you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, he pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them against your sweet spot.
“Mase” you whimpered, still trying to stay as quiet as possible so that your moans couldn’t be picked up through the microphone, your other hand tugging at his hair harshly as you felt your body begin to shudder.
Your breathing turned into a heavy pant as he rode you through it, your teeth clamping down on your lower lip for fear of making any noise, and as he slipped his fingers out of you so he could lick them clean, you loosened your grip on his brunette locks.
“Where’s Y/N?” You heard a male voice ask through the headset, pulling you out of your daze.
“Probably with Mase somewhere, answering that door” Dec chuckled, presuming you had stopped playing the game as you were no longer paying any attention to it.
“I’m here” you managed to mumble with a hoarse voice, “I just… dropped the controller”.
“Oh right, well hurry up and come help us” another voice laughed, before letting out a disgruntled noise as a result of a move gone wrong in the game.
“I’m coming” you replied with a smirk, looking down at your boyfriend who was now lifting himself up from between your thighs.
“You just did” he mouthed, his tongue gliding over his glistening lower lip which only made you yearn for him more.
As he stood to his feet, he pulled you up with him, his foot pushing the chair out of the way when he moved to stand behind you. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck before his palm landed on your ass cheek, placing a rather harsh slap onto your skin as the pain rippled across your behind. You squirmed, your eyes blinking a few times whilst your skin turned red with the imprint of his hand, and your fingers gripped at the controller even harder as you bit down onto nothing.
He manoeuvred you closer to the desk and encouraged you to bend over for him, your forearms holding you up whilst your eyes still tried to focus on the graphics right in front of you. He pulled his dick free from the confines of his joggers and boxers, giving his length a few strokes as he looked down at your dripping pussy, holding the base of himself as he ran his tip through your slick folds.
“Play. The. Fucking. Game” he growled.
You smirked, loving every second of the game that he was playing, and when you finally felt his cock line up with your entrance for the first time in what felt like forever, your fingers immediately started tapping on the controller in your hands, doing just as he’d asked in case he changed his mind.
“Good girl” he hummed, before pushing himself inside of you, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt him stretch you out.
As much as you wanted to assist with whatever game Declan and the other boys were playing, play along just like Mason had demanded, you had no chance. The controller eventually fell from your hands and onto the desk, your palms lay flat on top of the wood to hold you steady as Mason’s hips snapped against you from behind, unable to hold yourself still as he buried himself deep inside of you.
He was relentless, and despite his friends being at the other end of his headset, he didn’t seem to care that the sound of his skin slapping against your behind echoed throughout the room. Your whines and whimpers growing louder as you struggled to stop them leaving your lips.
“Can’t concentrate baby?” he breathed, referring to the control that had disappeared from your hands and the noises you were making.
You couldn’t respond, feeling his cock drag against your walls as one of his hands dug into your hip fogging your brain, and all you could manage in response to his question was a shake of your head.
“See that red button” he breathed, “Press that for me princess”.
You lifted your head to look at what he was talking about, and when you noticed the button on the PlayStation, you reached to press it. You heard the console shut down, and just as the red light blinked off, he placed another harsh slap on your arse whilst letting out a moan himself, letting you know that nobody could hear you anymore. You clenched around him when the sting of his hand danced over your bum, his own high beginning to build quickly as it had felt like forever for him too.
“Fuck I’ve missed you” he moaned, no longer holding back as it was only the two of you now, “Really fucking missed you”.
“Fuck Mason…” you whimpered, his thrusts never letting up as he fucked you over his desk.
His hand weaved under your thigh, pulling your knee up and onto the table, giving him a new angle and allowing him to push deeper inside of you. His name poured out of your throat repeatedly and his hips began to falter, giving away that he was close.
“Cum for me Mase” you moaned.
Your voice pushed him over the edge, the sound of your words stuttering out of your mouth from each thrust that he threw into you, turning him on even more as he heard your voice get caught in your throat. He spilled inside of you, a groan of your name rolling off his tongue as he lazily rocked his hips against you, and his breathing turned frantic as he felt his heart beating loudly in his chest.
His head dropped to rest on your back for a moment, before he dropped your thigh from the desk, pulling you up and pressing a kiss over the top of your shoulder, and when he turned you around to face him, he littered your jaw with gentle kisses whilst he tried to catch his breath.
“I love you” he finally spoke, his forehead resting against yours, “and I’m sorry for being a dick recently too” he added with a pout.
“You can clean the pasta up as an apology” you smiled coyly.
“Was that not enough?” he asked in jest.
“No” you winked.
“Oh thanks” he laughed, wiping the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead.
“I love you too” you chuckled, before your brows pinched together as you scolded him, “But don’t ever ever ever, act like that with me again”.
“Don’t ever ever ever throw pasta around my house then” he joked.
“Ok, I promise I won’t” you smiled.
“I promise too” he breathed, before pressing a kiss over your lips.
Where there is a meet and greet at Stamford bridge, with Mason Mount, Ben Chilwell and Armando Broja, and when your friend bets you £50 to slip in your phone number when you meet Mason Mount, it’s a deal you can’t turn down.
Originally you were not gonna go to the meet and greet but when your best friend got tickets it wasn’t a deal you could turn down. The meet and greet was with Mason Mount, Ben Chilwell and Reece James.
It was rush once you finished work, you went home and got changed before heading straight back out. When you arrived there was already a queue which wasn’t a surprise.
“I’ll make you a deal” Your friend Ellie said “Oh god what?” you replied “I’ll give you £50 if you give Mason Mount your number” She said, giving you a smile which you knew meant she was dead serious.
After basically dumping your purse out for a pen and paper, you wrote down your phone number and instagram handle with two hearts.
When it was your turn you let Ellie go first, at least of there was a awkward moment after you handed Mason the piece of paper you could quickly make your getaway.
Your first photo was with Reece James, who honestly was a sweetheart, the media should focus more on him. You did get a photo with Ben Chilwell, you weren’t the biggest fan of him after that video of him at a zoo came out on social media, and finally you got your photo with Mason Mount and god you had to admit he was good looking.
After a quick photo you give him your small piece of paper before giving him a big smile, before making your way out before you could see how he would react.
“At least you will have a good story to tell your future kids, ah yes i made the first move on your father” Ellie said while you made your way to the tube station. “Stop, my guess is that he will throw the paper away and someone else collects it and looks me up and gets in touch” you replied coming up with the most ridiculous ￼scenario.
Since you had no work in the morning, you went to a bar not too far from your house with Ellie, she only lived about 10 minutes from you, so it wouldn’t be a far walk for either one. After a couple drinks, not too many so you would be able to get home no trouble.
It was the next morning, you took a minute or two to get use to your surroundings before looking at your phone, just flicking through notifications that came through while you were asleep.
It was when a random number had texted that caught your eye, it was very early and you were struggling to use your brain, so you just reply with a simply “hi who is this?” Not sure if you expected a reply or not, but you were certainly surprised to see a reply with a couple minutes.
“So you don’t remember giving someone your own phone number?” You read out loud which caused you to remember yesterday where you gave Mason Mount your number. You quickly replied “how am i meant to know for certain this is who i think it is?”
You decided to get on with your day rather than waiting for a reply. It’s when you sat down for breakfast you noticed the reply “check your instagram” and when you did you noticed Mason Mount had requested to follow you on instagram. “Holy crap it is you” You replied, before slamming your phone down.
I wrote this in bed half asleep that’s why it’s not actually that good, also part 2 anyone?
Request: I have a request of a drunk Mason with his newly pregnant girlfriend - him getting all emotional thinking the new baby will take his girl away from him. Stuff like lifting her shirt and talking to his baby saying things like “remember your mummy was mine first 🥺”
Warning: Mason may sound like a prick in this but it was just for the sake of the story 💔
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby
The moment you told Mason you were pregnant with your first child, he swore he couldn’t have been happier. He was literally on cloud nine, eager to live that unique and special experience with you, the love of his life.
As most of the things we have to deal with throughout our lifetime, it wasn’t all fun and games as expected. Actually you had to deal with a lot of changes that would come as the result of your newly found condition: the mood swings, the cravings, all the shopping for the baby, all the readings on how to teach things to your baby, how to grow him up perfectly and, at last but not least, all the potential dangers you had to be careful of.
It was a hell of a ride but it was worth it in the end, or that’s what you hoped at least.
He was absolutely crazy for you and he wanted to remember that image of you forever. Mason grabbed his Polaroid and took the most beautiful pictures of you naked, with your hair dishevelled on the pillow, the white bed sheets covering your lower body as you let your hands caress your baby bump.
In that moment the English footballer swore he never saw a woman as gorgeous as you, he really meant it when he said that the pregnancy made you even more beautiful than you already were. He thought it turned you into a goddess, as he couldn’t care less about the commonly called flaws you always complained about such as your stretch marks, your swollen feet, the extra weight you gained. He took every chance he got to make you feel loved, to give love to every inch of your body.
You sighed and shook your head as you got seated on the bed, looking for your t-shirt.
“Mason, stop it”
“You’re stunning, come on!” He giggled, holding the camera with one hand and lifting your chin up with the other, holding then your face in place to kiss you on the lips.
Mason shot a couple more pictures of you before putting the camera to the side and starting to kiss you passionately.
He was standing before you, balancing himself with his right leg bent over the mattress, at the side of your thigh.
The ardour that inflamed your kiss was so strong he straddled you, hovering over you, always being careful of your bump.
He gently led you towards the soft surface beneath, so you could be in a more comfortable position while he made you feel his love.
You didn’t have the slightest intention to move, you just wanted to stay there basking in the relaxing yet exciting feelings only he could give you. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle as his right hand was delicately keeping your thigh up while the left one was holding your arms back on the blanket, above your head.
A moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers fiddling with your knickers.
During the pregnancy, even if it was something common for most women, you started developing a sense of discomfort towards your body: it was inevitably changing but, since you've never been that self confident, those major changes were only increasing the doubts about the beauty or the attractiveness of your curves.
Mason was willing to do everything that was in his power to make you enjoy sex without making you feel guilty, embarrassed or in pain. That's why you spent a whole afternoon on a website the ob gyn suggested you to have pregnant sex safely, to learn all the pros and cons of such a pleasurable activity during a time where things might have gotten a little more difficult.
Whenever your mind took you back to that afternoon you couldn't help but smile, both because it was a funny memory and because seeing Mason so careful and attentive towards you to make you feel better, filled your heart with more love. But reading advice and theories was a thing, putting them into practice was another, even more so since your belly was getting bigger, leading you through the third trimester.
“Mase, the -”
“Yep, the belly is in the way, I know” You both giggled, Mason was really caught up in the moment he didn’t think about the six (nearly seven) months belly you had to deal with.
He sighed, sitting on the bed again.
"It's not just that, my back hurts a little more today"
Mason helped you up, careful not to hurt you, massaging your aching muscles.
"I just ruined your sex drive" You let out in a low voice, feeling kind of bad.
"Hey hey, you didn't ruin anything, that's okay" He kissed your temple in the sweetest way. "Here, let's see if this one is more comfortable" Mason gestured for you to lay back on the pillows he put there to ease your back pain so your body was resting on the edge of the bed while his body was standing before yours, a little bent over.
You smiled at each other until your boyfriend's lips moved upwards to kiss your forehead, tracing your jaw next and ending on your neck.
In order not to weigh on your stomach, Mason kneeled down on your bedroom floor as his hands were on your hips and his mouth was leaving little hot kisses and bites against the soft skin of your thighs.
You would have liked to have sex with your boyfriend so bad but apparently your body didn't have the same intention: apart from the back pain, there were also those hateful little voices in your head the kept on saying you were embarrassing, that you didn't deserve the hot man which was your boyfriend to to make love to you because you were obscene, which wasn't the truth of course.
"I - I can't do it" You placed your hands on Mason's shoulders to make him stop.
He raised his head, frowning at your sudden halt.
"Sorry babe, I can't do this" You sniffled in the attempt not to burst out crying.
"That's okay" Mason said in a low voice, getting back on his feet and helping you up.
Various thoughts were beginning to crowd Mason's head too: he started asking himself what could have possibly gone wrong, weren't you really okay or was he just underestimating some signals he should have been careful of? You weren't attracted to him anymore??
He tried to fight all that brainwork while helping you get your clothes back on, doing the same with himself some minutes later.
"I'm sorry Mase, I really wanted to do that but -"
"I know, I know. Don't worry, it's fine" He faked a smile and left a gentle peck over your lips before leaving your bedroom and going to his game room. He needed to distract his mind a bit and maybe you needed some time alone too.
You huffed and went to the bathroom to fill the bath tub with some hot water and a rose scented water bomb to relax your sore body and your tired mind all the same. Warm water would also reduce some of the weight your spine had to sustain whic was a huge relief, making bath time something you had been really looking forward to at least once a day.
The last thing on your mind was upsetting Mason but you were sure he would have understood how you were feeling during that delicate moment.
In the other room, Mason’s attempt not to dwell on what happened an hour ago didn’t work as he was there, with his headphones on, his fingers shifting over the controller, his stare fixed on the screen before him but his mind was still on you. He knew a thing as big as the arrival of a baby would have changed your priorities but it didn’t want you to change the way you looked at him: he still wanted to be your hero, your everything, he was afraid he wasn’t ready to leave hthe place in your heart for the baby girl who would have been there in a couple of months.
Maybe he was just a bit moody, maybe he was being childish but that concern was something that had been keeping him awake for a whole week now.
Mason turned off the console, putting away all the other devices he used during game time and started wandering around the house looking for you as he came to the conclusion that the best and wisest thing he could do was sharing what his real thoughts were with you, the love of his life and the mum of his daughter.
The first room he checked in was the right one as he pushed the bathroom’s door ajar open and the image of you, standing applying some moisturising over your legs, welcomed him.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he entered the room wrapped in a cloud of heat reminding him you liked to take your shower and bath in hot, very hot water.
“Why didn’t you call me to help you get out of the tub?”
“Didn’t want to disturb you plus I’ve managed to do it myself” You say, a small note of pride in your voice.
Mason’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in your every movement and passing you the clean underwear and pajamas (that is to say a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts) for the night.
"This may sound weird but... I don't like thieves"
"What?" You stopped massaging your face with the night lotion in order to understand what Mason was meaning with that apparent nonsense sentence he just spoke.
"Yeah I don't like people that steal things from me"
"Mason, are you okay? Who stole you what?"
He scoffed, somehow annoyed. He blankly stared down at his feet, as a child would do once getting scolded over something.
"Mase baby, sorry but I'm afraid I don't follow you"
You really were clueless about what he was complaining about, feeling a bit powerless too as you wanted to help him but it seemed kind of hard doing so with him not being clear about what his problem was. You noticed there was something weird in him that day but didn't understand what.
He huffed, getting closer to your body leaning against the basin, looking in the mirror in front of you reflecting both his pout and your frown.
Mason looked down at your exposed collarbone before moving a strand of hair behind your ear. He then laid his head where his glance was, uttering against your skin. "I don't want her to take you away from me"
"Oh Mase" You cooed. He was the cutest human being ever in that moment. He didn't seem like a man who was about to become a dad at all, he felt like a kid who's about to become the older brother and doesn’t want the newcomer to steal his parents' affection.
You started scratching the back of his neck affectionately, placing lingering kisses on the top of his head.
"I can assure you nothing bad will happen. She won't take me away from you, no one will ever. You two will be the most precious humans in my life, I'll love you more than words can express and I'll cherish every moment with the both of you"
Your lips took the place of your fingers, leaving kiss after kiss on his nape, where his hair was the shortest.
Mason sighed, a sad but relieved sigh, as if your remarks comforted him but he wasn't sure enough, as if he needed some more encouraging and endearing words from you.
"You know I love you, right?"
"I don't know"
"What does it mean you don't know??" Your tone feigning shock and disbelief.
"I don't know if you'll love her more than me"
"Oh…you're more of a child than the one I'm carrying in my belly, I swear"
He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm you were using to answer his apparently silly worry. Your reaction made him feel unappreciated, as you didn’t care enough about what caused him that sense of uneasiness.
Mason left you there standing in the bathroom as he let his stressed limbs lay on the soft bed in your bedroom.
“Mase? Are you serious?” You followed him in your room.
“Nevermind, don’t fell like talking now” He uttered, his words muffled as he was keeping his face flat against his pillow.
“Oh my goodness” You closed your eyes, stroking the bridge of your nose back and forth with your finger. The way he was acting was becoming rather annoying, to be honest, and you were too tired to fight for a useless cause with a grown man that was just, in your opinion, throwing a tantrum. “Okay. I’ll be on the sofa eating ice-cream and watching Netflix, if you wanna talk you know where to find me”
You left him there and went to take your spot on the grey sofa downstairs, ready to binge watch the latest season of Derry Girls while scoffing down what was left of your beloved brownie and cookie ice-cream that became a must of your pregnancy by now.
If there was something you hated dealing with was discussing with Mason especially now, where the smallest of inconvenience would bring tears to your eyes.
The moment your view was interrupted by the sound of his footsteps approaching, you sighed under your breath, determined to act as if you hadn't heard him. Until when he took a seat beside you and you felt his eyes burning through you.
“Do you want a spoonful?” You asked him to break the ice.
“Nope, I’d never steal my baby mama’s favourite ice-cream”
That line was supposed to bring a smile to your face and it succeeded in doing so.
“Stop talking about stealing”
You averted your sight from the screen only when Mason placed his head on your thighs, making the butterflies in your stomach come alive.
With your one free hand, you started stroking his cheeks, moving them to massage his scalp.
“What’s troubling you, Mase?”
After you heard him emitting a loud sigh you knew the thing was getting serious so you just paused the tv to have your full attention set on him.
“It’s just - I’m afraid the miss here will steal you from me, that you’ll give her all your love and attention and when it comes to me you’ll be too tired to even look at me”
“I’m so worried about this, Y/N. I know, this may sound as something childish or immature but I don’t want anything to change between us, apart from changing nappies and things like that”
You let out a soft chuckle and shifted in your seat to face him, as he had gotten up from your lap to seat properly.
“Look, I didn't mean to be harsh earlier, I’m sorry, but you hurt me when you said you weren’t sure whether I loved her more than you. I meant it when I said I’ll love you more than words can ever say. The baby will need all our attention and love and maybe yes, it’ll arrive a moment when we’ll be too tired to even kiss each other goodnight but it’s part of the process”
“I know but…I’m sorry, I wasn’t the one talking, it felt as if someone just took over me and spoke words I didn’t mean to say. I know it’s not easy having to deal with that ever growing belly but sometimes I just feel like I’m not doing enough to make you feel good and I hate that. I know she’ll need all our love, I’ve started loving her the moment you told me we would’ve become parents but sorry...I’ve been feeling weird lately” ”
The promise you made yourself not to cry, failed miserably and your orbs started getting watery with tears.
“You have nothing to reproach yourself for, Mason, really. It’s just - oh great, I’m a mess and she started kicking like a fucking footballer”
Mason chuckled and he promptly put his hand over the hump she formed pressing her feet against your belly.
“She learnt from the best” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“The fact is that…I appreciate every little thing you do to make my pregnancy a little more bearable and I’m so grateful for you, every single moment of my life but the truth is I don’t appreciate my changing body as much as you do and I always feel hideous, I’m really embarrassed of myself... the thought you want to make love to me feels absurd to me” You burst out crying and Mason had to hug you tightly to calm you down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make all of this about me”
“That’s okay and stop feeling sorry for everything. I love you so fucking much. I’m the one who has to be sorry” He let his lips linger against your forehead, detaching from your body when he felt your baby’s kick against his ribcage which was where your belly was leaning against.
He lowered himself further so his face was now at the same height as your stomach, lifting your t-shirt up so your bump was on full display. The moment Mason’s strokes met your swollen skin, your daughter calmed down a bit, giving you a rest.
“I think she’s a bit angry” You said, adjusting yourself against the armrest of the sofa so you could spread your bent legs more to let Mason make himself comfortable against your own body.
“Oh, daddy made you angry? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t mean to make his little princess angry, nor your mummy... it’s just that he loves your mummy so much…remember she was mine first, okay?”
“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you are drunk”
“I’m drunk in love”
“And now please baby, behave and don’t hurt mama cause she and dada have things to do”
“What kind of things do we have to do?”
“The ones where dada helps mama to love herself more…”
could you do a small blurb abt comforting mason after the fa cup game? <3
come here-mason mount
my heart is breaking for the team and mason :((
subject: hugging/snuggling with mase after he lost the game. you’re trying your best to cheer him up but he is placing so much pressure on himself. <\3
warning: fluff + language- note: my requests are open if you want me to do any fics <3
it was saddening seeing mason so upset and disappointed in himself after a match. at these moments you never knew if he was going to lash out on you or become vulnerable, but there was no point just staring at the floor. “do you want something to eat or?”
“no I’m good.” that was clearly a lie. you saw him walk off that pitch feeling like shit and walk through the door feeling even worse. his mannerisms changed after something he missed or regretted. he hung his head low, didn’t talk to you and basically shut you out.
“come sit with me y/n” mason reached his hands out reaching for you until you crawled your way into his grip “in a better mood I see.” you say, holding the back of his hand around your stomach.
“now that you have stopped ignoring me.” you sit there for a second, furrowing your eyebrows. “ignoring you?” you question. he nods slightly, nudging his head into the pillow attempting to get comfortable “well that’s not what I intended to do.”
“then talk to me.” he tightens the grip around your waist “how are you feeling?” you acted like it felt normal to be talking like this. but he had never really allowed himself to open up to you, even if it was about something small. mason wasn’t really a guy that showed his emotions to people. it was sort of comforting to know he trusted you and could rely on you.
“bummed.” as difficult as it was seeing him like this, you wanted to do something to help him. your fingertips traced around his torso, marking out every muscle. “mase it’s fine, the team doesn’t hate you for missing one penalty.”
“y/n, if I had maybe scored the fucking penalty we would’ve won.” he released the grip from your stomach leaving red markings imprinted around your waist. “mason you can’t do this to yourself every time something doesn’t go your way.” you were heartbroken seeing him like this. your hand trailed up his hair, brushing away the ends. gently, you place your head onto his chest, rubbing the side of his arm up and down.
“i love you y/n.” he looks down at you, admiring your body. your smile brings him warmth as you look back up to him. “I love you more mason.”
this is my first piece of writing so it most likely is not good. bare with me :)
a/n not totally happy with this one but the rq has been in my inbox for literal months (i started writing this fic in jan 2022 so it's been a long time coming but shit happened and we live, we move and we vibe!
You had started to feel a little off a couple days before Ben’s match. Just a little runny nose, sore throat and the occasional cough, nothing serious. You were self-medicating and trying to get as much rest as possible, but you could feel it was getting worse.
Sure enough, the morning of the Brentford match dawned with you feeling absolutely rubbish. Your throat burned, every muscle ached and your temperature had soared overnight. You were pretty much laying in a pool of your own sweat. The sun peering through the blinds made your head pound.
Ben stirred next to you.
‘Morning, babe,’ he mumbled. Even in your foggy, sickly state, his morning voice still sent shivers down your spine.
‘Morning.’ Your voice was a mere croak, and it made him sit up, concerned.
‘You don’t sound good, darling, are you feeling okay?’ He brought the back of his hand to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything?’
‘I didn’t want you to worry, I’ll be ok for the match, I just need some more rest,’ you replied, trying to stand up. Your progress was swiftly halted when the room started to spin before your eyes in a sudden wave of dizziness.
‘There is absolutely no way you are watching any match anywhere other than from the comfort of the sofa in front of the TV. I’m going to go and make you a peppermint tea and some chicken soup you can heat up for lunch.’ You would have complained, but your lack of energy prevented you from doing so. Besides that, you secretly liked Ben taking care of you. You were normally a very healthy person, rarely getting so much as a cold, so him taking care of you was a treat of some sorts.
As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Ben rummaging around in the kitchen carried up the stairs to your ears, followed shortly thereafter by the delicious smell of chicken soup.
Not long after, Ben came back upstairs, armed with Sudafed tablets, a hot water bottle, a mug of peppermint tea and your laptop, which you had left downstairs on the coffee table after doing some uni work.
‘I feel bad for leaving you like this…’ he admitted as he dropped the essentials on the bed, leaning over to stroke your hair back from your forehead. You shrugged weakly.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine in a couple days. Not as bad as swine flu or laryngitis.’ You couldn’t help but wince at the memory of having swine flu and laryngitis; the two illnesses had got you down less than 18 months apart, and it was the most sick you had ever been. Ben was so worried about you, he called the non-emergency line twice when you had swine flu.
‘Nothing will ever be as bad as that horrid swine flu. Sure you’ll be ok? Mum is on the end of the phone for anything, Dele and Harry are about 15 minutes away if you need anything, I’ll tell the team what’s going on so if I get a call from you I’ll get subbed off so I can be here…’ You just about had enough energy to giggle and take his hand.
‘Baby, I am fine. Just a little cold. Go do your job, I’ll be here when you get back.’ He bent down to kiss your forehead, ignoring your protests, before letting you go back to sleep.
When you woke up, you saw that it was just before kick off. You were feeling a little better having had some more sleep, so you kicked back the covers, popped on a hoodie of Ben’s, and shuffled downstairs to watch the game on the TV.
The team news came through on the Chelsea app, and you were delighted to see that Ben was starting. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to see it until after the match, you sent him a Snapchat of you curled up on the sofa, watching the match. After that, you texted him saying ‘good luck baby, cheering you on as always!!🤍 xx’
The match started, but you were only slightly paying attention. Your body had been fighting this horrid cold as hard as it could, and you were exhausted. The match continued and you were only just about able to follow the match in between power naps.
Just before halftime, however, came the moment both you and Ben had been waiting for all season.
You sat bolt upright, cheering softly through your croaky voice, as Ben celebrated his goal. The camera zoomed into him, and he made a heart with his hands and pointed at the camera. You sent him a heart back, even though he couldn’t see, and texted him ‘I told you it would come. I am so proud of you. You deserve this! See you soon, I love you🤍’. The halftime coverage started, and you allowed yourself to sit back down on your pillows, basking in the glory of your boyfriend’s goal. You knew it was coming, like you’d said to him in your text, it was just a case of him realising it.
When you awoke next, it was the door closing that stirred you from your slumber.
‘Darling?’ Ben’s voice was quiet as he padded through the house. You were vaguely aware of him walking over to you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. ‘You awake, sweetheart?’
You fumbled out a tiny ‘yes’, still foggy with sleep and sickness.
‘Temperature’s gone down, that’s good.’
‘You scored.’ He chuckled, knowing you weren’t exactly ‘with it’.
‘I did, darling, for you.’ Even in your slightly delirious stupor, your cheeks still flushed at his sweet comment. ‘Come on, darling, let’s get you to bed.’ You began to stand up, but soon felt yourself get swooped up into his arms bridal-style, smelling his cologne on his neck as you nuzzled your face into his neck.
‘Mmm, I missed you,’ you hummed groggily as he carefully manoeuvred you upstairs to your bedroom.
‘I was only gone for a few hours, darling,’ he chuckled in response.
‘But when one is sick it feels like much longer.’ Another chuckle left his lips, and you felt him kiss the top of your head.
‘Does one also go all posh when you get sick?’ You didn’t have enough energy to give him a retort back, just scoffing lightly.
Ben gently placed you on the bed, pulling the duvet up over you to keep you warm. You heard him in the ensuite next to your room, showering quickly and brushing his teeth. It was oddly comforting to hear him potter about in the bathroom, and by the time he came out of the bathroom, you were nearly fast asleep.
He turned off the lights, and clambered into bed beside you.
‘Want a cuddle, gorgeous? Or are you too hot?’ You didn’t have the energy to answer. Instead, you snuggled in close to him. His chest rumbled with a chuckle, an arm finding its way around your shoulders to pull you into his side. ‘Always up for a cuddle, that’s one of the many things I love about you, darling.’ The energy had completely gone, leaving you nothing to reply with. Ben knew, though, that you loved him. You didn’t have to, most of the time. It was in the way you looked at him, the way you went to every match you could even with your busy work schedule, the way you ran up to him after matches with the most radiant smile on your face, the way you always made sure you had a plate of dinner ready for him if it was a late finish… The little things added up, and Ben wasn’t great at maths, but he knew it added up to a whole lot of love from you, and he always made sure you felt it from him.