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twinflamin · 2 years

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Flourish

Mason Mount x reader

Summary: You have a house warming party for your new place in London, and you invite a few friends round to join. When everyone leaves and your best friend Mason stays back, as he wants to tell you how he’s been feeling about you for a very long time...

Disclaimer: Fluff, SMUT

"...And this is the lounge, make yourselves comfortable guys, and would anyone like a drink?".

You were showing off your best hostess skills, welcoming your friends to your new flat in London. They all knew you had worked hard to get a place like this and how much you deserved it. A stylish flat in a London sky rise block didn't come cheap, It had been a long time coming to get this place, what better way to show it off than throwing a party.

You helped top up a few of your friends glasses with red and white wine, apart from Mason, your best friend. You grabbed him a bottle of his favourite beer from the fridge. You'd bought them yourself just for him, as you knew he didn't like wine. You knew this man inside and out, same as he did with you. But recently, you were having some trouble reading him. He almost seemed like he was being a little less open with you, less time together, less phone calls, and he looked tense around you. You sat down next to him on the sofa whilst your other friends engaged in conversation. He shuffled along to make some space for you. He only lifted his head to give you a quick smile and thanked you for the bottle, quickly taking a large swig.

Why did he have your head spinning recently? You'd known him for years now, growing up together as teenagers. He was your best friend, just a friend...right?

You had admitted to yourself over the past week, you'd seen him in a new light. He was always comfortable changing clothes around you, but whenever he took his shirt off recently, you'd have to drag your eyes away in fear of shamelessly roaming your eyes up and down his beautiful physique. His smile would make you blush, and his compliments spawned butterflies in your stomach. He could never feel this way about you...could he?

A few hours later, the last few of your friends were saying their goodbyes. "Thank you for tonight Y/N! That was a brilliant party, and we love the flat!". You giggled, helping the drunk men and women out the front door, "Thanks for coming guys, see you soon!". With that, you locked the door and you were alone.

Lying down across your sofa in the dark, you looked over the city out your windows in the silence, relaxing into the cushions.

"You comfortable there?"

You shot up from the sofa, seeing who was standing above you, It was Mason. "Mase! I thought you'd left you dickhead!" you yelped, throwing a pillow at him. He laughed at you, throwing the pillow to the side, and settling down next to you on the sofa. "Sorry, just had a look around the place, It's nice".

He seemed more relaxed now it was just the two of you, an arm resting back on the sofa and his body was twisted to face towards you. His eyes gazing into yours, he looked in awe at you. Why did he have to look at you like that...

"Y/N, I need to tell you something..." he let out, as if he'd been holding his breath.

"You can tell me anything. What is it", you propped yourself up, sitting up straight, and looking right back into his eyes.

"Well, you know how we've been best friends for a really long time...". You just nodded in response, wanting him to get to the point. "And, I never want to lose you as a friend...like your just...the best person in my life Y/N, you really are", you grinned back at his confession.

"But I can't keep lying to you about how I feel. I've felt this way for years now and I can't hide it from you anymore. And it just keeps growing and growing everyday and there's no stopping it...and honestly...I don't want to stop it. But please when I tell you this, just promise me we'll always be friends...".

"Yeah sure, just tell me what it is" you hurried him, urging him to get this off his chest. You were hoping and wishing he was going to admit he had been feeling the same way as you were feeling now. You shuffled slightly closer to him on the sofa, your knees touching. He didn't move away, only wanting you closer.

"Ok, but no matter what you say afterwards, I'll always be your best friend ok?" Mason was now rambling.

"Mase, please just tell me" you begged.

"I've just felt like this for nearly 3 years now and I just need to say it and you don't have to say anythi-".

You couldn't take it anymore, you leaned over, smashing your lips to his. Mason froze, feeling you so suddenly. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, inhaling you, leaning into the kiss. He moved his lips against yours slowly, feeling you, tasting you. You brought your hands up to his cheeks, running you thumbs over the sharpness of his beard. You felt him run a hand over your knee up your thigh, the touch ignited your body as if it was alight, and that tingling feeling that Mason had brought to your core for months, was screaming for attention. He wanted you, and you wanted him.

You pulled back to make sure he was ok. There was only silence, his eyes burning back into yours, and panting as his heart was beating out of his chest.

"I like you too Mason..." you whispered as you faces were so close. A great beaming smile spread across Mason's face, you smiled back as you nervously laughed together. Confirming both of you had been keeping this crushing secret from each other for a while, and it felt so good that it was finally free.

He took a breath, letting his feelings spill "I've liked you for so long, you have no idea how hard it's been, seeing you with other lads. Even when you would have one night stands it would kill me Y/N to see you like that with someone else". You ran a hand softly through his hair and leaned your forehead against his. He hummed at your touch.

"I wish you had told me sooner, I've been wanting to kiss you for ages" you admitted, those butterflies beginning to build as you shared your truth. Under your touch, Mason still felt a little stiff as he was in shock.

You ran your other hand over his chest covered by his t shirt, feeling his muscular chest and running it down to his abs. Still combing your hand through his short hair, Mason let out less of a hum, and more of a moan. He kept watching you, and he kept his hands on your legs, not wanting to push anything too far. You two were now playing with fire as the mood in the room switched.

"Is this ok?" you asked him. You had both had a couple drinks each, but both feeling completely sober. Only drunk on each other's touch. He only breathed out a simple, "Yes".

You placed a few kisses on his cheek, along his jawline and down to his neck. You began laying hot open mouth kisses to his pulse point, sucking and licking at the skin. Mason let out a few quiet moans, as he let his hands roam your body, a hand grabbing at your waist and a hand in your hair. You knew all of Mason's edges and features, but being able to explore them, touch them, taste them, it had your heart pounding in excitement.

He pulled you back and quickly brought your lips back up to his. Arms pulled you in close, lifting your body to sit over him, straddling his hips. You wrapped your arms over his wide shoulders as your body pooled around his. Mason pushed his tounge into your mouth, you sensed he wasn't feeling as nervous anymore. He pushed your hips down into his, a burning friction needing to be itched for both of you. You moaned at the feeling, so dirty and filthy, you never thought you'd feel him this way.

Wanting to feel him closer, you pulled back to Mason's disappointment. But only to see his face light up as you lifted your mini dress over your head, leaving you in a matching light pink bra and underwear. The lacey material wasn't doing much to shield the contact between your core and Mason's now noticeable erection, pressing agonisingly against the material of his jeans.

Growing in confidence, Mason stroked his finger tips over your chest, running his hands over the dips and edges of your breasts. He caressed over where you nipples lay underneath your bra, making you throw your head up to the ceiling and moaned out loud.

"You're sensitive aren't you?" Mason sniggered, loving how much you'd fall apart for him, always wanting to have you moaning under his touch.

You looked back down him, and rolled your hips over his, directly where his shaft would line up with your core. Mason was now moaning, head gently falling back against the sofa edge. "Speak for yourself" you smirked.

In a flash, he had wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you so you were lying back against the sofa. He crawled over you, reaching up to connect your lips again. You both smiled into the kiss, opening your mouth again to brush your tongue against his. Mason sat up to rid of his clothes, pulling his t shirt over his head and began working on his jeans, quickly threading his legs out of them. Meanwhile you lay there, admiring him, finally able to look across his build with no shame.

Since finally admitting your feelings to each other just moments ago, things drastically sped up, now only desperate to feel each other the closest way possible. Mason back on top of you, he helped you out of your bra. He fulfilled another dream of his, which was laying kisses across your breasts, teasing your nipples as you writhed under him. He trailed his kisses down to your core, pulling on the material, over your legs and dropping them to the floor.

Sitting up, you continued to give him the neediest of kisses, whilst your hands worked on his boxers. Feeling him over the cotton before pulling them down, Mason had to pull away to moan out loud at your touch, the contact shooting through him. Finally removing his boxers, his face towered directly over yours, scanning your eyes for any sign of doubt or fear. He was feeling every emotion as it was only you that flooded his senses. Your legs spread open, he stroked a finger through your folds to feel if you were wet enough. The two of you had dived straight into the main act before any foreplay, so he wanted to make sure you felt open enough.

You hissed at his touch, it was deliciously sore, and you just wanted to feel him fill you up. He stroked his hard self against your clit, and teasing your entrance.

"Mason please baby, I need you" you cried, you were aching for him.

Baby.

You had never called him that, and hearing yourself say it, especially moan those words, felt incredible. Only feeling the screw tighten even more in your stomach.

Mason pushed into you, filling you up all the way. You both moan out loud in sync. The plus of having your own place was that you could make as much noise as you wanted.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He yells out loud, as he begins to rock into you. You wrap your legs around him, and your hands grab at his shoulders leaving nail marks as you enjoyed the deep bruising pleasure of him hitting your g spot every time. No one has ever fucked you this good before, you secretly knew Mason was a dark horse, but you'd never known just how good this man could be in bed.

You reached up, wanting to taste his lips again. You kissed roughly, teeth clashed and lips were bitten, as you lost control over your bodies. Mason pressed his face into your neck, moaning with near every thrust. A glimmer of sweat was beginning to show over his skin, putting everything he could into you. He was pressed so closely to you, that you felt his pelvic bone brush against your clit with every movement, the pleasure flourishing from your head to your toes.

You were close, no man had made you cum without at least fingering you or eating you out before. For the first time, Mason was going to make you cum, you had dreams about this moment. Mason's hips began to stutter, his breaths hot and thick on your skin as he came inside of you, pressing and snapping his skin against yours. You pushed your hips as high and as close to him as you could, finally feeling your orgasm shower over you.

You must've been glowing, as your body felt lighter than a feather. Mason remained inside of you, holding your thighs around him as he lay beside you not wanting to crush you. You couldn't let go of each other, not wanting the sweet moments of post-love making to end. But finally you got yourself up as you had to clean up yourself. Firstly laying a soft kiss against Mason's lips, you quickly threw his t shirt over your body, shielding yourself in the dark room, and dashed to the bathroom.

When you came back, Mason was sat up and had pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa to cover his lower body. You freed yourself from his t shirt, wanting to feel him skin to skin again, already missing it. Settling down next to him under the blanket, as he wrapped his arm around you, you snuggled into his side and breathed in his scent.

"Y/N?..." Mason hummed deeply, still in his afterglow from your love making.

"Yes Mason".

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You looked up from his side, smiling at your not-so-much best friend anymore. You adored him.

"I'd love to" you smiled, as he leaned down capturing your lips in another kiss.

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Just Trust Me

Leah Williamson x female reader smut 18+

Summary/Request: Leah gets jealous when another teammate flirts with you when your all on holiday. But back in your villa, you assure her there’s nothing to worry about

Disclaimer: slight angst, smut, fluff

“Marco!” Beth shouted again, her hands covering her eyes as she slowly walked through the water.

You crept up behind her and shouted, “Polo!”. Beth swiftly turned around, reaching her arms out and leaping through the water to catch you. She fell on top of you, diving under the water with her.

You both jumped up above the surface laughing. “I got you! I finally win!” Beth exclaimed.

“Only took you the whole day, think I’m the winner” you proudly boasted. Beth shook her head, with a cheeky grin on her face. “Right I’ve had enough of your bragging” she splashed the water right in the face.

You wipes your eyes, and pulled a joking shocked face. “Oh it’s on Mead” splashing back, both of you giggling as the water fight went on.

Meanwhile, all the other girls were relaxing on the sun beds or next to the mini bar. You and your arsenal teammates had rented a private Villa for the summer in Spain, enjoying the last of your time off before the new football season started.

On a solo sun lounger at the side lay Leah Williamson. Lying in her bikini under a shade, a book in hand and a pair of sunglasses shielding where she was looking. She had been observing you and Beth’s little play around in the pool for a while, it made her jaw clench and her chest to feel tense.

You and Leah had been secretly dating outside of the squad for a few months. With all of the media painting a bright light on Leah, you thought it was best to keep things just between you too, including away from the other girls. But this unfortunately meant she couldn’t treat you like her girlfriend out in the open.

Seeing you giggle away at Beth’s antic’s, and how she would take any advance to lift you up in the water or over her shoulder. It was that physical touch and how she would make you smile that hurt. Dressed in that tiny bikini, how beautiful you looked, she felt lonely on the poolside.

“Woah Y/N watch your bikini there” Beth said, loud enough for Leah to hear who was paying close attention. After Beth had put you back down in the water, your bikini top strap had fallen from your shoulder, showing more of your cleavage as your nipple was nearly exposed. Beth leaned over and dragged the strap back up your arm, then slowly moving her hand down back down, caressing your wet skin.

“Oh thanks Beth, that was a close one” you smiled back innocently, you didn’t see Beth as anything romantic, she was a friend. But Leah’s head was spinning after seeing Beth touch you like that. That was nothing of innocence. Making a point, she threw her book to the stone floor, making a bang and catching the attention of all the girls. It went quiet.

Beth turned in the water to face Leah, still stood very close to you, “you ok Leah?” sounding concerned for her teammate.

Leah huffed, but looking at the two of you, “Yeah I’m just great. You two have fun, I’m going inside, it’s too hot for me out here”. She stood up and walked swiftly into the Villa. All the team looked around, shrugging off Leah's comment and continued with their conversation, too tired or drunk to follow her.

You knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the heat. Beth turned back to you to continue talking to you, but you had to do something else.

“I’m just gonna go get a drink, I’ll see you in a bit” you said to her, Beth nodded and smiled. You climbed out of the pool, briefly drying off with your towel and quickly heading to find Leah.

You went up to her room, where her door was shut. You knocked quietly, and Leah opened the door slowly, her brows narrowed and mouth drew thin. You both stood there for a few seconds in silence, not knowing what to say.

“Can I come in?” You politely asked.

“Sure you can” Leah sarcastically said.

You walked inside, where Leah swung the door shut, letting it slam. “Are you ok baby? What happened out there?" you asked in concern.

“What do you mean, nothing happened. You can leave and get back to Beth if you want” Leah spat.

Your face pulled sour at her comment, “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

Leah stormed round to the other side of the bed away from you, “Seemed like you were having a good time with her, I’m just sat bored on my own on holiday with my mates and my girlfriend. No big deal”

“Excuse me? Why are you angry at me because your not having fun?” you huffed back.

“I am having fun”

“then why are you upset?“

“I'm NOT upset!” she shouted. She had never shouted at you like that before.

Leah stormed into her en-suite bathroom, you followed after her, you were not ending this argument like this.

She ran the tap in the sink with cool water and splashing it in her face to cool off. You looked back at her in the mirror, trying to figure her out.

“Your not jealous are you?” You hid your smile. Leah looked up and back at you through the mirror, she pulled a questioning face, “No. I’m not jealous”. She went back to rubbing the cool water on her face and staring down into the sink.

You walked up next to her, and turned the tap off.

“Your jealous, why Leah” you said bluntly, forcing an answer out of her.

Leah tutted, and turned to stand closer to you, her face softened.. “Can you not see what she’s trying to do? She’s not stupid Y/N, and neither are you!” she let out. “When she kept holding your body to hers, and when she was messing with your bikini, it just got on my nerves”.

Leah sat up on the bathroom counter, looking down to the floor, her face still dripping water droplets. Stepping closer, you grabbed a hand towel and softly patted her face. You gently opened her legs a little, so you could stand between them. Putting the towel to the side and holding her face in both your hands, Leah leaned into your touch with a deep sigh.

“You have nothing to be worried about, I don’t want Beth, I only want you. And if she ever tried anything serious, I’d be telling her to fuck off”.

Leah looked up to you, her eyes indicating how embarrassed she was from her doubt. She did trust you, she just didn’t trust other people. And you could see how needy she was feeling.

“You know, I didn’t know you had a jealous side to you” you smirked, moving your hands down from her face to the soft skin of her thighs.

Leah shook her head, “I’m sorry I acted that way I’m-“

“Shhh, I think you should let me make you feel better” you said softly as you parted her thighs a little wider.

You leaned in to her, drawing her lips to yours. You placed soft and velvety kisses to her lips, as Leah's shoulder loosened their tension and gave into you. As you pulled her face closer to yours, Leah hummed at the feeling of you taking control, opening her mouth as you pushed your tongue between her lips. You ran your hands down to her waist, tickling the skin, making Leah's hips start to squirm on the counter.

Leah moved her arms to wrap around your neck, and her long legs naturally wrapped themselves around your waist. Leah audibly moaned a whiney hum into your mouth, making you pull back. You were faced with a very needy Leah, her eyes pulled up to you like a lost puppy, her lips plump and wet.

"So needy, aren't you", you teased, loving seeing your girlfriend all worked up like this.

Leah bit her bottom lip and nodded, her legs and arms still tightly wrapped around you.

"I bet your so wet for me right now baby" you looked as her face pleaded for you to stop the teasing, but you couldn't resist, you were loving this. Your hand fell down in between her legs and met her bikini bottoms covering her core, and gently stroked over the material, which was now warm and wet with her juices.

"Might have to change your bikini baby, you're soaked through" you whispered breathlessly, feeling turned on yourself. The pad of your thumb found her clit as you pushed over the bikini and rubbing in circles, you watched how Leah's face twisted at the sensation.

"Please..."

"What baby?", you needed to hear her say that again, it might've been the sexiest sound you had ever heard. You worked your thumb faster against her, edging her on.

"I said...Please Y/N, please I need more" she moaned out loud. And you answered to her request.

Quickly, you pulled on the sides of the bottoms on her hips as she lifted her legs. You slide them down her legs and threw them behind you to the floor. Pushing her legs open wide, you swiped your finger tips through her dripping folds. Leah immediately gripped onto your shoulders and roughly kissing you. As your fingers began their magic, rubbing deeply on her bundle of nerves and making sure she was as wet as possible, your tongue played around with hers. Occasionally biting and tugging on her bottom lip.

Pulling away, you trailed your kisses down to her neck and across her neck. You rubbed her nipples which were still hidden by the bikini top, and by surprise, Leah promptly lifted the bikini top above her head and let it follow where her bottoms lay on the floor.

"My dirty girl wants even more does she?" you looked up at her, as you kitten licked on her rock hard nipples. Leah could only nod quickly as she bit harshly down on her lip at the feeling. Your girl looked gorgeous as she was sat there naked and bare.

"Oh I'll give you more", leaving her breasts and falling further down, you kneeled on the bathroom floor so you were face to face with her pussy, which was well and truly dripping. A sheen of wetness glistened through her folds and over her clit, it was beautiful.

One lick from her entrance up to her clip, Leah's moan rattled and echoed through the bathroom. She was gripping onto the counter top, legs spread wide and her chest was heavy as she panted. You pushed open mouth kisses against her clit, pulling on it gently with your lips. She was a mess, all that could leave her mouth were uncontrollable moans and gasps, a loss for words and a gorgeous sight for you and you looked up to her face.

Stroking gently, you teased her hole with a single finger, not pushing it fully inside of her just yet. You wanted to hear her beg one more time before making her cum. You continued to dance your tounge over her clit, until you felt two strong hands reach through your hair, tugging on it lightly and trying to push you even further in between her legs.

"Y/N please! Fuck me!" Leah moaned maybe too loudly, as the girls were only outside. But she didn't care, her brain had turned to mush as the only feeling running through her body was the throbbing from her pussy.

You pushed two fingers with ease into her pussy, and began to thrust quickly. You curled you fingers up inside her, nudging that g-spot with each stoke. The sounds from your mouth to her clit where the most sinful noises, turning you both on even more. You sucked and slurped up her juices, she tasted so sweet and tart.

Leah wrapped her legs around your shoulders, locking your head against her pussy. Her orgasm was about to be explosive. But you pushed on one of her thighs, so she could set one of her feet up on the bathroom counter. The new position meant she was so much more stretched out.

As Leah's moans became louder, you worked your fingers even faster. And soon she was finally cumming over your fingers, and even squirted a little as you kept fucking her roughly. You pushed her through her orgasm until her hands were pushing you away from the overstimulation. You licked her up a little, cleaning the last of her wetness that had fallen over her inner thighs.

Standing up, Leah was still panting, her eyes fogged over as she was still coming down from her high. You were smiling at her, loving her little post orgasm glow, and placed a loving kiss to her lips. You both hummed against your lips as Leah tasted herself.

"Feel better?" seeing if your 'making up' had fixed Leah's green-eyed monster of jealously.

She could only smile with rosey cheeks, "Yes I am, I'm sorry again for over reacting-".

"I don't want you to apologise, you've done nothing wrong. I love you and I know you trust me baby" pecking little kisses across her face, making her giggle, "I love you too, and I do trust you" smiling against your cheek.

"Now I think we should get you dressed, can't have any of the other team looking at my girl. Especially like this" you noticed down to her body as she was still naked and pressed against yours.

"That's not jealously I hear is it?" Leah quipped, knowing you are just as protective over her as she is with you.

"No, no, course I'm not jealous. Why would I have to be jealous when I'm the one who's just had my head between your legs for the past 10 minutes hm?".

Leah giggled, kissing you again. She knew only you could do this to her, Make her walls come down and make her fold under your touch. A side no other girls or teammates would be having anytime soon as long as you were around.

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Take Control - Part 2

Leah Williamson x female reader SMUT

Summary: Leah now knows about your secret love for her dark side, and you ask her to fulfil some of your fantasies. Your treat for your winner.

Disclaimer: SMUT, sexual themes and bad language, 18+

Part 1

You and Leah were back at the party, keeping your cool as if what had just gone down in the upstairs suite hadn’t happened. If anyone would have caught you, you’re pretty sure you would be banned from Wembley.

A strong sexual tension lay quietly between you two for the rest of the party. Every time Leah slightly touched you or looked at you, your heart would skip a beat.

You didn’t want to drag her away again, she deserved a celebration with her friends and family. But fuck was this a difficult act to keep up, the unspoken acts of before on your mind, playing over and over again.

Relief, as people started to leave, and the party was coming to a close, You and Leah said bye to her family and friends, and you headed to her car.

The car ride home was silent. Quietly Leah was thinking about wanting to just grab you and have her way with you on those black leather seats. This was agony for you, knowing what was going to happen as you got home.

You get out of the car, walking up to the front door, Leah quickly fumbling to get the keys to unlock the door. The anticipation getting to her. You both hadn’t said a word, just feeling how your breath quickened and your body started to warm.

Finally in the house, and Leah slams you up against the front door, slamming it shut.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You breath shivered, feeling aroused from her behaviour.

“For me to have my way with you?”

You were shaking in excitement and let out a soft moan “Yes”

“Yes what” Leah leaned in closer, her breath like a growl.

You smiled innocently, “Yes Leah”

“Good girl, now no touching, good girls don’t touch, and good girls beg for it. I want you to beg for me baby, tell me what you want” Leah states bluntly, laying her attention to your neck and sucking at your skin. She moaned and breathed roughly on your skin, mixing with the loud and wet kisses her lips made against you. Your eyes fluttering back leaning against the door.

“I want you to fuck me Leah”

Swiftly pulling back, Leah grabbed your shirt with her name on the back and pulled it up and over your head, throwing it away. She did the same to her own, now stood in her sports bra and you in your lace one.

She drags you upstairs, into your shared bedroom with a grand king sized bed, throwing you down on the mattress, and shuffling up to the pillows to get comfortable. She leans over you, finally capturing your lips, you had been missing her taste since back at the party.

Your hands stroked up Leah’s arms and up to her neck to bring her in closer, wanting to touch her. But she was quick to snack them away and trap them above your head with one hand.

“What did I say Y/N”. Her other hand began to trail it’s way around your neck, settling to give you a light squeeze.

“No *gasp*, no... touching” you finally let out, distracted by her fingers controlling your body as she played with you. She had you like a puppet on a string.

“Good girl”

She squeezed your neck a little harder, your eyes rolling back as you let out a restricted and breathy moan. You spread your legs a little more for her to lay in between. Leah grinded into your covered pussy, and the sensation was fucking delicious.

She let go of her hold on you, and began to work on the button of your jeans. Pulling them from your legs and throwing them across the bedroom. There was no waiting around after all the teasing, and Leah was done playing games, she wanted to get down to the real dirty stuff.

Making quick work, she swiped off your lace panties nearly ripping them. She grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide open so she was face to face with your dripping cunt.

Diving down, she gently licked up your slit and you were already throwing your head back against the bed. You resisted to grab onto her hair as she trailed up to your clit, latching onto the bud and sucking it harshly.

“Fuck Leah!” you yelped, not keeping up with the immediate pleasure she had forced your body into. You had only just arrived at the house not even 5 minutes ago, and Leah was already pushing you to your first orgasm.

She started to feel how your clit would pulse and throb between her lips, and she knew you were ready for more. Taking her index finger, she slowly pushing it inside of you and began to steadily fuck you.

Her teeth took a hold of your clit, gently biting it, forcing a hiss from you as you lifted your hips up from the bed. She smirked looking up at you, “I know you want more Y/N”.

She wasn’t asking, she was telling you to beg, and that’s all you let out, “Please give me more Leah, please I need to cum” you moaned pathetically for her, but you were desperate and greedy, wanting all she could give you.

Leah gave you what you asked for, but on her terms. Taking another finger, she began to thrust two fingers into you at the same slow and teeth-grinding pace. Your hips lifted up again from the bed, grinding along into her face and matching her thrusts.

“Fuck your so wet Y/N” Leah moaned.

You really were, you could feel how easily Leah’s fingers slipped in and out of you, and how open you felt. You could hear all of your wet juices when her knuckles bumped your entrance.

Not helping herself, Leah wanted to push your limits. Spitting down to your entrance to make sure you were completely soaked, slowly she pushed in a third finger. You quickly gasped at the feeling, looking down to her fixated eyes on your pussy. She was hypnotised how you stretched and squeezed around her.

“Leah” you moaned loudly, she had never fucked you like this before, but it never felt so good. Once you were comfortable with feeling so full and stretched, she began to fuck you faster, curling her fingers slightly to hit your g spot. Your brain had disconnected from your hips as you began thrusting up to meet her hand.

“Your going to cum all me Y/N aren’t you, such a messy brat aren’t you baby” Leah’s pupils were dilatated, hungry to taste your orgasm. Still fucking you, she leaned back down to suck and nibble on your clit, sending you into overdrive, your orgasm now rapidly building.

You let out a squeal, as all you could think about what the pleasure flooding your body and seeing Leah’s face in between your legs. How her shoulders shook as she used her body strength to fuck you. Your body was alight as you came, screaming out Leah’s name, chanting it over and over as you began to squirt.

Your juices showered out of you uncontrollably, and Leah fucked you all the way through it. You covered her arm and face with your squirt. As you came down from your high, she cleaned you up with her tongue, not letting a drop go to waste. You twitched when ever she nudged your clit, toying with your overstimulated nerves, still coming down from some very intense sex.

Once she was done, she wiped her chin with the back of her hand and lay next to you on the bed, side by side, listening to each other’s heavy breathing.

“I should’ve always known you were a pillow princess” Leah quietly giggled, earning a slap on the shoulder from you.

“I’m not! It’s just something I always wanted to try!” you whined, you knew too well that Leah liked it just as much whenever you topped her. “And anyways, who’s always the big baby when it comes to cuddles hmm?” you looked at her with squinted eyes.

Leah smiled “Course I am for cuddles, can you blame me”. Back to her normal soft self, she reached over you spooning your legs together and pulled you in for a warm hug, nuzzling into your neck.

You brought a hand to her blonde locks, stroking it delicately. You couldn’t blame her, you loved to have her swept up into your arms as much as you loved to be in hers. Her breathing slowed as she started to drift off to sleep, as did yours. Both exhausted from a very eventful day.

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Better than I know myself

Mason Mount x reader

Summary/Request: Reader and Mason take part in GQ’s couples quiz. His fans reaction afterwards catches both your attention

Disclaimer: Fluff, sexual innuendo’s

You were in the GQ studios in London, all ready on set for your quiz. You had your cards ready as you and your boyfriend sat on two black chairs, facing each other. The director gave you the thumbs up and camera’s were rolling.

“Hi guys I’m Y/N Y/LN, I’m here with my boyfriend, Chelsea golden boy, TikTok heart throb, fan-girl favourite...”

“OK! that’s enough you” Mason said sarcastically and smiled, feeling embarrassed from your teasing. You giggled at his nerves.

“I’m with my amazing and talented boyfriend, Mason Mount. We are with GQ today, and were going to see how well he knows me with these questions” you announce and wave the cards with questions around in your hand.

Mason rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath, hyping himself up in excitement. “Let’s do this”.

“Ok first question here we go” you began as you read the first card. “What’s my favourite colour?”

“That’s easyyy, It’s blue”. cocky Mason out to play for the camera’s you thought, you smiled loving his cheekiness.

“That’s correct it is blue” you praised and shuffled the cards.

“It’s Chelsea blue, my favourite” Mason shot you a wink with a smile which you loved.

“Ok next question, what was I wearing when we first met?”. Mason’s confidence was knocked as he wasn’t sure.

“baby, how am I supposed to remember that. That was years ago!”, Mason sulked.

You gasped, pulling a shocked face jokingly, “are you kidding, It was such as special moment! I’ll give you a hint” leaning over to him in the chair and tried to remind him.

“It’s something you wear when It’s warm, and when I go for a swim...”

“OH, you had that bikini on I remember now! Course because we met on holiday”, mentally the boy face planted his head at his memory.

“Can you remember what this bikini looked like? gonna have to answer if you want the point” you said.

Mason let out a chuffed laugh, and dragged his tongue across his lips, the memories coming back of how good you looked on that sunny day. “Well I remember there wasn’t much of a bikini was there?” he teased, recalling how small the bikini was and how much it revealed of your chest and bum.

You cleared your throat, feeling a little embarrassed “Ok moving on”, you quickly put the card to the bottom of the pile. Mason, now teasing you at your own quiz.

“What’s my favourite Tv show?” you asked him.

“You mean our favourite Tv show, It’s Game of Thrones!” Mason cheered how he knew that one right off the bat. He remembered how you had told him you had never watched it, so he sat with you all curled up on the sofa every night, and watched every episode until the end. Mason would gladly re-watch that show for about the tenth time for you.

“We have the same favourite everything, we’re so annoying” you laughed behind the cards. “It’s not annoying, Just means we’re the perfect couple I guess”.

You both laughed at his cringey comment. But you secretly were each others biggest fans. You were too good for each other.

“Oh! How about this one”, you found a card which you liked. “How many tattoo’s do I have and where are they?”

“I can do this”, Mason, winding you and the camera up again, pretended to warm his hands up, cracking his knuckles and his neck, side to side. You role your eyes with a smirk, the boy loved to showboat.

He began his answer, “You have two on your arm, there and there” he pointed on his own arm to present their where-abouts.

“That’s right, keep going” you said.

“Then there’s one on your ribcage, about here. And you have a little one on your ankle here” pointing them out.

“Yes well done” you nodded, impressed.

“And then there’s my favourite one, on your lower back. Only I know you have that one, don’t I Y/N”. He sat still and just smiled with a big toothy grin, knowing he had just exposed a secret of yours. Your parents didn’t even know about that tattoo.

You gave in, “Yes, that’s true, only you Mase”.

Mason waved his hands in front of him, as if he was holding something, picturing the scene, “I always remember that one because It’s where I put my hand when we-”

“Mason!!” you interrupted him before he could expose too much infomation for the camera’s. You gave yourself a mental reminder to not let your parents watch this interview.

You both laughed at his behaviour, you shaking your head, and continued on with the quiz.

A few days later, and you and Mason were at home together. After a long day at work for the two of you, you were settled down on the sofa together in a cuddle. Mason was scrolling through Netflix until you both agreed on something, as you were curled on by his side.

Suddenly your phone let off a ping, a little too loud as your tired selves groaned at the high pitched bell. It might be something urgent as only important alerts should be coming through your phone when you had it silenced. You took your phone off the table to see what it was about.

It was a text message from your sister, and it simply read:

You two are the cringest couple ever lol

That’s a bit random you thought, you started to type back your reply as Mason continued to scroll for your evening watch. “Who was it?” he groaned.

“My sister, she said we’re the cringest couple ever?”

Mason turned to you, about to question your sisters odd comment to make at this hour, until his phone also began to ping, and again, and again, and your’s began to join in. More and more messages and pings were flooding in.

You sat up from Mason, “What the hell is going on! Did we do something Mason?”.

“No we haven’t. Don’t worry, Let me have a look” Mason said calming you down and hitting the twitter app which he usually keeps closed to avoid looking at hateful comments. But he was met with nothing of the sorts.

This is so cute!!

You guys are perfect for eachother <3

When’s the wedding??

“Mason look! our interview is out!” you found on Instagram where GQ had tagged you and Mason in a few posts. Fan’s were going crazy over your quiz video, and you had captured the hearts of the world. You cheeks were burning as your smile only grew. You were feeling all the love that was beaming from your phone screen, it made you emotional.

“I think I’ve just found my favourite comment...” Mason smirked, burying his giggles with the neck of his hoodie. He turned the phone towards you where he showed you the fan comment.

Mason Mount rly just told the world Y/N Y/LN likes it from behind.

“Mason!” you gasped and tried to grab the phone from him, tackling him down onto the sofa where you lay on top of him. Mason burst into a fit of giggles, holding the phone out of your reach. He knew the comment was very well, true, but of course only he could be the fact checker of that ;)

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Cupid at work

Mason Mount x reader Fluff

Summary: Post London Derby against Spurs at the Bridge, Mason greets his friends and family at his box and finds an unlikely connection with you.

After the fight between the managers, coming down into the tunnel was hectic. Players shouting and threatening another fight. But Mason’s was in his own thoughts.

His brain was clouded, they nearly had the 3 points. Going round and round, what if he had done more, what if he could’ve defended more before spurs second goal? What if his chances were on target? What if he scored?

This season could be going better, and he was still a little gutted over missing out on another ballon o’dor nomination. His family and friends persistently telling him, he deserves to be on that list. It was all getting him down, as that could’ve only been controlled by his own success.

After a scolding in the changing room from the gaffer, and a cold shower to clean himself from the heat, he changed and made his way up to to the boxes to see his friends and family, he would rather be anywhere else than caught up in all the drama right now. They lost out on a win, end of story.

Mason headed upstairs, along to his box and made his way in.

Nathan and Carlotta were there to greet him, along with his family and few other mates the two had invited to the bridge.

“That was one hell of a game mate, you played really well” said Nathan, a smile on his honest face, proud of his friends work.

“I agree, you were brilliant. try and forget about all that drama down there” Carlotta comforted Mason.

“Yeah, Tuchel isn’t too happy, but, we knew it was gonna be a tough one. Just keep thinking how close we were to a win” Mason’s head was down, avoiding eye contact at his disappointment in his performance.

“It’s only the second week back mate, and anyways, you’ve got Leeds away next week” Nathan laughed. Mason had developed a bit of a pattern playing against Leeds, luck seemed to be on his side in grabbing a goal for the team.

The three joined the others in the box, enjoying the VIP benefits and getting the stress off of Mason’s mind before they would leave.

Mason was sat at one of the tables near the mini bar. Possibly against what his coaches think he deserved after the result, but he helped himself to a few drinks. He looked down sorrowful, at his third or forth bottle of beer, he couldn’t quite remember. But he couldn’t wait to just get home and go to bed after today’s events.

Carlotta approached his lone table, along side another woman as Carlotta was dragging her slightly towards him.

“Hey Mase, remember when I mentioned about my friend Y/N? I thought you would like to finally meet her so I brought her along”

He looked up to greet you, being polite, despite the dark cloud over his head. He didn’t want to be rude no matter what mood he was in. He was greeted with your eyes. It was like something switched, and the room became brighter.

Carlotta had brought you up in a few conversations to Mason, how you had always wanted to come to the bridge, and how you were always busy travelling and wanted to see more of London. He had never even seen a photo of you but, you did sound intriguing, mysterious.

His mouth hung open as he gazed across your face, your hair, your smile, as time stopped for a split second and the noise went quiet. For the first time that evening the guilt of the match had disappeared at just the sight of you.

You smiled softly at his gaze, and you reached out for a handshake, “Nice to finally meet you”

Still holding a strong stare and taking you all in, he slowly reaches to take your hand.

“Same”.

It was all he could let out in that moment, he, quite embarrassingly, had forgotten how to speak. He didn’t mean to be blunt, but the little love bug seemed to had caught his tongue.

Carlotta looked at Masons dopey stare on his face, and it clicked. “Erm” she laughed, “well you two can get to know each other, I’m going to get another drink”. And she quickly dashed off, most likely to buzz about to Nathan about how she might be the best new matchmaker in town.

You continued to stare at each other, simply in surprise at what had clicked, what spark was igniting between you two. Both of you could feel it, and it was burning up inside you. You realised you were awkwardly still holding hands, and quickly released, breaking the touch, placing your hands back by your side. Mason was back to his bottle, taking a quick sip hoping to feel some effect.

You let out a nervous laugh at his shyness, and moved the chair next to him join him at the lonely table. “You played so well, I bet it was difficult in this heat”.

Mason let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, happy you spoke first. “Yeah it was tough, just wanted that win though. So many times I could of scored, feels like I let them down”. He dropped his head again, his lip trembled at the end of his words. The overwhelming feeling of defeat that he never liked to feel again getting the best of him.

You saw this, his sadness was a tough sight for yourself. You had heard so much good about this man, so much strength, and his spirit. You felt like you had gotten to know his so well in the past 90 mins he played. You admired his passion.

You leaned forward where his shoulders slumped, getting down to his level and closer to him. You whispered, “Out of the whole team, I think you were the best, you really carried it today. I don’t even think we would’ve had two goals without you”.

He looked at you as he took in your kind words. Your smile was warm, soothing his pain. He smiled back, “you think so?”. You nodded, seeing his eyes light up a little at your words.

“Thanks, that means a lot. I won’t be telling the team that don’t worry” he whispered back. He secretly wished he was your favourite player out of the team, his own little cheerleader.

You giggled at him, “feel free too, but it didn’t come from me ok?”. You two were both giggling, you were very much strangers still, but you both felt an organic and natural ‘vibe’ that just seemed to be there. It felt comfortable, like home.

Mason felt this feeling and had an idea. With the gush of adrenaline just by being around you, he shoots his shot. “So, usually after a game, I have a few mates round mine, just to chill and stuff after the game. Do you wanna come?”.

Your eyebrows lifted at his request. It was very last minute having the time to join everyone at the match, and now he wanted you round his. It was a good thing you loved spontaneous plans.

He almost winced at his own words, thinking it was a little too bold. I mean, you had just met him and, sure you were friends with Carlotta but, you’ve probably got your own life, he thought. And why would you want to be spending your Sunday night round a guy she had just met?

Mason mumbled out, “I mean you��ve probably got better things to be doing, and you’ve probably had enough of football today so it’s fine if you don’t want-“

“I’d love to, that sounds nice Mason”

His name on your lips was bliss. He couldn’t tell whether his heart was falling, or if it was flying high. He had a bright toothy grin plastered on his face, definitely giving away his joy for your choice to take his invitation. Not his smoothest of moments.

“I’m happy to hear that Y/N” he sighed, and you sent that same glowing grin back.

Meanwhile, across the small room, Carlotta and Nathan observed your little moment.

“£20 he asks her out tonight” Nathan shot his bid to Carlotta.

“Not your boldest bet. You don’t know my girl Woody, £20 she asks him out” she shoots back.

The pair shook on it, watching they’re friends blossom this newly found puppy love before them. The bet would stay hidden from Mason and Y/N, and so would Carlotta’s plan to set you two up in the first place. I guess Cupid is among us.

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Camera shy

Mason Mount x reader shot

Summary/Request: reader and Mason are invited to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein

Disclaimer: Fluff, sexual tension

You walked out of makeup in your dressing gown and slippers, keeping yourself warm as you were only in an underwear set. You barely had any makeup on, the artists had only done a few touch ups, giving your skin a healthy glow. They had lightly blow dried your hair, and everything else was all naturally you.

The studio was set with a plain white backdrop. The crew were finishing up the final last touches with lights and camera equipment. You sat yourself on your chair that had your name on your back as you waited for the shoot to start, and waited for your co-model, Mason Mount to arrive.

You hadn’t met him, but you definitely knew who Mason was. A heartthrob of the UK and you were definitely on board with what his fans saw in him. Your friends all witnessed your bashful and excited reaction when you got the call, asking you to be in a Calvin Klein underwear photoshoot with him.

You were both seen as two of the greatest role models of the year, at such a young age as well. Mason with being one of the top youngsters in football, and yourself with your rapid climb to fame with singing and performing your music. And being seen together on a Magazine cover would most likely break the internet, twitter trend, all the above.

Mason walked onto set in his dressing gown. You quietly thought to yourself how you couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. He walked past the crew, and took his seat right next to you. You found confidence and spoke to him first,

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’m meeting you and were about to do a photoshoot together”

He laughed with a smile, “I know right, never mind in our underwear”

When he said that, a struck of nerves hit your stomach. You fancied this boy and he was about to see you, a lot of you, and even touch you whilst you were only in a pair of panties and a bra, it was nerve wrecking. But then again, this was also work, and you both had a job to do. Pushing your feelings to the side, you nodded to him,

“Have you ever done anything like this before?”

He nodded, “I’ve done shoots for football and a few other things, but nothing like this” noticing down to his lower half, referencing to the pair of boxers was all he was wearing under the gown. “What about you?”.

“I’ve modelled a little and done some shoots for my music, but same, not like this”. You did the same as him, pointing at your dressing gown, you both laughed, nerves slowly fading.

“Your definitely gonna have to help me if I get stuck” he shrugged, he was nervous.

You reached out a pinkie finger, “Only if you do the same for me”. You smiled, wanting him to be comfortable. He sent a warm smile back, and hooked his pinkie around yours, “Deal”.

One of the crew came over to you two and said they were ready to begin. They offered to take our dressing gowns for you. Mason took his off first, and he had nothing to be shy about. He was only in a small pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, your eyes briefly roamed his arms, chest and abs, very careful of being caught, quickly flashing your eyes further down to were a noticeable bulge pushed against the boxers.

Mason looked at you and you quickly tore your eyes away. You untied the front slowly, and shed your gown, your only shield for your nerves was now gone. Your chest wasn’t huge, but you weren’t little either, the white material flaunting the roundness of your breasts. As the cool air of the studio hit your skin, you felt your nipples slightly harden, showing through the fabric. The underwear that sat on your hips was a thong, and displayed everything you had, a light plumpness to your hips, thighs, and your bum was beautifully on display.

There was no point in trying to cover yourself with your arms, as everyone would be seeing you like this for the next few hours, so you resisted. You looked up to Mason, to see his head swiftly change direction to the wall. Had he been staring at you too?

The photoshoot began, you and Mason were instructed how to hold each other and where to look and touch. You would’ve been enjoying it a lot more if it wasn’t for all the cameras and eyes.

Moving from pose to pose, the director then had an idea. He had you two face each other, closer than you had before. Chest to chest, almost nose to nose. You had nowhere else to look but into Mason’s eyes. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, reaching on of your hands to the back of his head, feeling through he light buzz of hair, tickling and burning your skin.

Mason’s hands took a hold of the lows of your waist but not your hips, not wanting to hide the Calvin Klein logo along your panties. They lay flat and spread against your skin. A final touch of the pose, Mason tucked a couple of fingers under the sides of your panties, a very sexy touch to the pose. You looked passionate and lustful for one another, what the Calvin brand was all about.

You were both breathing heavy, both close to almost breaking from the tension you had held for each other since you first met. Mason’s eyes shifted down to your lips and back to yours eyes. He knew it would be inappropriate to make a move during the shoot, but he couldn’t escape the idea of wanting to kiss you. He gave your waist and hips and light squeeze, making you inhale sharply at the gesture. He smirked at your reaction, that he had this effect on you.

You pulled on his neck to bring his face closer, your foreheads touching. Your noses lightly brushed, both of you scanning across each other faces, looking into your details, your freckles and scars. You both wanted to feel more of each others skin on yours, and slowly forgetting about the photoshoot. In your own little bubble.

“Yes perfect! Hold it there!” the director exclaimed

And that you did, holding on tight, taking him all in.

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Take Control - Part 1

Leah Williamson x female reader SMUT

Summary: You go to watch your girlfriend, Leah, play with the England squad in the Euro’s semi final. You secretly love how aggressive she is on the pitch, and you let her know how much you want her after the win.

Disclaimer: SMUT, sexual themes and bad language, 18+

It’s matchday, and England were through to the semi-final of the women’s Euro’s. You were beyond proud of your girlfriend, one of the many things you loved and admired about her was her dedication to her sport, and how she had worked her way up to captain of the squad.

You were in your suite with Leah’s family, sitting by her mother’s side, sharing a bottle of wine between you. Her mother was so warm to you and your relationship with her daughter, taking you in as one of her own.

Amanda asked “How’s she been feeling today?”

“She’s been ok, calm and cool, as usual” you smiled. Leah always did stay so settled, she always knew how to calm you down if you were having a bad day. But just like she could read you, you could read her.

“Think she’s been hiding the nerves, setting an example for the team” you admitted.

“I think so too, nerves can be good too, gives her that edge she needs”.

Amanda was right, tonight the girls were going to fight for this. They needed the win.

The crowds began to roar and flags flew high around Bramall Lane stadium, the two teams emerged from the tunnel and took their places at the front of the pitch. You could see Leah, stood proudly, she looked so good you thought. You really wanted them to win, they deserved it so much.

The whistle blew and the game began. You saw how Leah was pushing every time she got the ball, the drive she had past the other players.

She would shout down the pitch to players to move and push. And a side which she never showed around you personally, she had this aggressive force to the opposition players.

It was only at football games where you would see her act like this, never at home. If you ever had an argument, it was calm, no shouting. But what if you did want to hear this, aggression. What if it made you feel a certain way.

Your mind swayed from the game in front of you to somewhere else. Leah wasn’t rough in bed, she was so loving and gentle as were you to her. She was selfless, making sure you came and that you were feeling all you could from her touches and kisses.

What if you wanted her to be rough, to slap you from behind, to choke you, to edge you so you were all soft her in arms, to make you scream her name so loud and beg her to make you cum.

You were snapped out your thoughts when Leah’s family jumped from their seats in the suite and the crowd went crazy. Beth Mead had scored England’s first goal, pushing us into the lead.

It was a little inappropriate to be thinking about what you wanted your girlfriend to do to you, when you were sat directly next to her own mother, and wearing her daughters name on your back in your team shirt. You poured yourself another glass of wine to help settle yourself, but you may have just poured fuel on the fire, the cause for your surprising arousal mid game.

The clock was stopped and the whistle blew full-time, and England were on their way to the final! Screams from young and old of joy carried around the stadium. Amanda had her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug as you all jumped up and down.

She suggested we should all go down, congratulate the team and find Leah. You couldn’t wait to hold her, but you also felt nervous, the usual butterflies, but you wanted nothing more than to get her home and congratulate her yourself.

Walking through press and team staff to the stands beside the pitch, your eyes scouting the white tops for your love. You then spotted that rainbow captain armband, would it be nice if she would tie your arms back with it... or blindfold you...

“Hey!”

Your mind had stuttered again, as you blinked a few times as you see Leah waving and making her way towards you and her family. When did you become so kinky? Now’s not the time Y/N!

“Well done Leah!” “We’re so proud of you!” her family praised.

She turned to you and reached for a hug, you threw your arms around her neck with hers around your waist, only separated by the barrier “You were incredible, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”.

“oh really?” she smirked, hugging me closer.

“You looked so good out there” you pulled back and looked her in the eyes, eyes wondering to her lips for a split second, “like, so so good”.

Leah was reading you, she knew you were feeling turned on, and this surprised her as she didn’t know where this had came from, but she wasn’t going to stop you. If anything, she wanted to keep it going.

She gave you a light peck on the lips as her family and many fans were there, and you all made your way back through the tunnel for Leah to change, and so you could all celebrate.

All the players and they’re family made their way back in to the big main suite where we could all congratulate the team. Leah was sat with a drink in he hand, head tilted back as she laughed at something one of the other players said, she looked relaxed, happy.

But you concentrated on how her tongue danced and wetted across the lip, how she stood with her broad shoulders pushed back and her legs slightly spread.

You walked over, wanting her attention “Hi guys”, you smiled to the other girls. They said hi back as they continued with there story. Quietly, you caught Leah’s eye and nodded to take her away. She placed her drink down, stood and quietly excused herself, walking to you.

“Hey you, everything ok?” Leah asked. As you walked and led her out of the suite hall, she placed her hand on the small of your back. Her slightest touch igniting that arousal that had stuck with you all day. That damn crazy effect she had over you.

“Everything’s great, but I just wanted to congratulate you myself”

“That’s nice babe thank you” placing a delicate peck to your check, you smiled. “and where is my kidnapper taking me to?”. You laughed, you did look like you were dragging her away from the party, but you were sure she wouldn’t mind once you two got to it.

You reached your small family suite which was now empty, “Well, I just wanted to say well done for your game, in private” ending your statement with a small smirk. Leah saw in your eyes you were up to no good.

You opened the suite door, letting the two of you in and locking it behind. Blinds had been closed and the place looked like it had been cleaned, all done for the night, and no interruptions expected. Perfect.

“What you up to Y/N” Leah smirked, slowly pacing her way towards you, arms in pockets and eyes narrowed , teasing you. You felt nervous again, as you began to feel the heat in your underwear, all because of these fantasies you had about her.

“You looked different on the pitch today you know, I really liked it”

“Really, what did you like” she was stood in front of you now, running her fingertips up the skin of your arms, climbing to your body. You were frozen as you began to admit your dirty thoughts to her.

“I like when you took charge, and how you look so rough when you play”. Her arms weaved down the sides of your breasts and down to your lower back, bringing you at chest to chest. Her eyes were soft, but dark, looking across your face and lips. The butterflies were punching away at your stomach whenever she looked up to meet your eyes. “What else” she said.

“I liked how dominating you looked, and you look so good in that captain armband”. Her hands found themselves under the back of your shirt, stroking the skin. She leaned forward and placed light pecked kisses to your neck, ever so slowly. You granted her, lifting your head back for her to give you more.

“Do you like it when I’m rough in a game” she said between a kiss before going back in for more, and harder.

“Yes” you breathed out, eyes closed, as her tongue wetted your neck and up to your jawline.

“Is that what you want? for me to be rough with you?” her kisses were now heavy on your neck, sucking long and deeply. Her fingers under your shirt had found your waist and teased down your ribs. You didn’t respond, your breath had picked up from the verbal and physical edging.

Leah pulled back from your neck, your chin taken into your hand and pulled down so you could look her in the eye, taking you by surprise. Her hands stopped and you froze.

“Do you want me to be rough Y/N. I need the words baby”

With one last breathy moan, you let it out “Yes, yes please”

A spark was set off in Leah, she really liked it when you begged it like that. She was lying if she said she hadn’t thought about wanting to make you submissive, begging mess.

In a flash, lips were on lips. Her arms found their way back under your shirt as your flew to her shoulders. She squeezed the sides of your waist, pushing the shirt up bit by bit. She pushed her tongue into your mouth, you both circled them, you loved her taste. She pulled back, and bite your bottom lip, where you let out a vocal moan.

She pushed your shirt up and over your head, and she pushed her own off, not letting you decide which clothes were coming off. She kissed you again, fingers finding the clasp of your bra and removing it. Her hand grasped one of your boobs, massaging it harshly. Fingers found your nipple where she teased and circled it with pace. You were moaning into her mouth and fidgeting and you felt how wet you were between your legs.

Your hands moved to have a play at her bra she had changed into after the game. Leah felt your touch against the fabric, then forcefully taking your hand away. “No touching” she said breaking the kiss. You pulled a sad face, but secretly loving how dominating she was becoming. Quickly, she dragged you to the small sofa chair in the corner of the room, she was now wanting you just as much as you wanted her. As much as she wanted to tease you all night long, she was going to be rough and quick with you.

She pushed you down, back against the back against the chair and sitting down. She pulled your shoes off and made progress on your jeans. You tried to push her buttons again, where you reached out to touch her skin. She harshly again removed them to the sides of the chair and gave you a dark stare whilst un buttoning your jeans and pulling them down. You were sat in your underwear, and you just wanted to be played with by her, her little toy.

Leah threw her shoes off, and then slowly, pulling her joggers down. You weren’t allowed to touch, only watch. She smirked as you watch you fidget in the chair, legs tightly squeezing together, trying to stop the throbbing between your legs. She leaned over you in the chair, and pecked your lips softly. She leaned down to her knees and surfed the feathered kisses down you jaw, your neck, chest, her tongue twirled your nipples a little, where you let out a little hum. “Leah please”. “Please what Y/N, tell me what you want”.

“I want... I want you to fuck me”

That was a green light for Leah. Her hand made it’s way to your underwear, toying a little with the lace. Pulling at the material away from your hip, then letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped at the pain, surprised how much you liked the sting. She gripped on your thighs and pushed them apart for her to lean over and stand between. You were so turned on for you, you couldn’t stop this desperate feeling to be fucked, you reached for another touch of her skin, trying to push her hand down to your pussy.

She wasn’t having this misbehaviour after asking to be dominated. One hand still on your thighs, the other grabbed your wrists and pushed them against the sofa chair just above your hair where you lay. “No touching baby, don’t make me ask you again” She warned you, her voice dark. You nodded as you gave her those puppy eyes, still begging for this teasing to be over. She pushed your legs up and open, you were so wilding spready for her in this pose, with your knees still bent.

She brushed her fingers tips over where your pussy was under your lace underwear, back and forth. She pulled the material to the side when she was satisfied. spreading you open, she pushed against your clit. Your head flew back against the chair and you pulled on her hand that still held your wrists in place. She toyed with your clit back and forth, she wanted you nice and wet before she went further. She swept up some of your juices that were beginning to from you, and with a flat palm, rubbed against you clit harshly. She was moaning at the site of you like this too, “Look at you, your such as mess already”. This had you biting down on your bottom lip and you tried to control your body as Leah controlled your every move.

She stopped her movements, and looked up to you. “I want you to keep moaning and saying my name, if you stop, I stop”. You nodded nervously, you didn’t want her stop put you were becoming putty under her fingers, you fear you would. She pushed with two fingers slowly at your entrance, and crept them through your slick walls. Your mouth fell open in silence as she filled you, reaching the point where her knuckle pushed against you. “What did I say baby, what did I tell you to do”. You mummered back to her demand, “Keep moaning, or you stop”. She smirked, “That’s right, now make some noise baby girl”.

Her knuckles stayed locked against you as her fingers moved quickly inside of you, stroking on your walls, pumping at your g spot. You let out a scream as all the words you had been wanting to say came out, “Fuck! baby oh my god ah! fuck please! please more baby!”. Leah breathed, in a trance from how your body reacted as you thrusted up to her, completely under her spell. “Say my name, I want you to say my name”.

“Oh, Leah! please Leah, more please!”

“Good girl”

She steadied herself on her feet, took her took fingers out a little, and began to thrust away roughly. Your pussy squelched at her fingers and your pussy was leaking all it could. You continued to moan out for her, chanting and calling her name like a hymn. Your toes began to curl and your knuckles turned white, as you felt your high rising. Suddenly, your pussy’s wetness became audibly louder, as you both looked down to see you starting to squirt as you came. “Fuck Leah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard!”. You juices came and showered across Leah’s fingers and hand as your legs shake and your hips push up to her fingers to feel her deeper. She pushed you through your high and slowed down her thrusts, you let out small hums of delight. Your hips came to a stand still as you settled and relaxed.

“I didn’t take you for a pillow princess” Leah giggled. You laughed back and pushed her shoulder at her teasing. She adjusted your underwear, and helped you stand. “I’m not sure who enjoyed that more, you or me” You said. “Definitely me, you should’ve told me earlier you liked it rough” she pulled on your waist and held you close, you arms wrapping around hers. “I honestly didn’t, guess you lean something new everyday”. “Tomorrow you’ll be telling me you like boys” Leah laughed out. “Who needs a dick when I’ve got the England captain” you winked, pulling her in for another kiss. You had to get cleaned up and changed to return to the party, but you were tempted to make an excuse to bring your winner home early for further celebrations.

Part 2

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Driving it blind

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: When a new relationship shares a emotional moment, It’s only going to bring you closer. Based on the French Grand Prix and the crash Charles had.

Disclaimer: Angst, Fluff

His scream continued to echo through your ears as you sat in Charles’s motorhome waiting for him to return from the garage. The race was finally over, and Charles would be on his way back to compose himself as advised by Ferrari before interviews.

Your relationship with Charles was new, you were official but he wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He made you feel safe, and even when you found out he drove in formula 1, such a dangerous sport with high risk, he reminded you often that he would be ok, and that he would think of you before putting himself in any dangerous position.

This was the first time you had seen him race. Luckily enough you were in France for work and had the time to come and support him on race day. You were nervous to watch him, but excited to watch what he lives and breaths for. It felt good to support and share his passion, one of the things you liked about him so much.

Sadly, this race was not on Charles’s side as he crashed into the barrier. You heart sunk as you saw him on the big garage screens making his way back to medical to check he was ok.

The door swung open to the motorhome and Charles appeared, throwing his helmet to the floor with a loud bang, making you jump. Another bang followed as the door fell back into place, locking as it shut.

He threw himself down on the sofa beside you, hands covering his face as his head hung low. This was not the Charles you knew, no cheeky wink as he greeted you or a sweet kiss to say hello. This was his other side, a new side you hadn’t seen yet, where you would also take in with open arms.

Cautiously, you slowly reached your arm out to touch his shoulder, unsure whether he would push you away or not. Your kindness greeted him and he took it in, suddenly reaching out for you to bury his face into your shoulder as your arms surrounded him, holding each other close.

The pain he felt from what had just happened radiated, as you shared this tearful moment with him. His breath was heavy, breathing you in and just wanting that gutted feeling to disappear. But he felt guilty, and didn’t want to lean all the worry on you.

He sat himself up and wiped his eyes, tears threatening to fall again, “I’m sorry Y/N, sorry if this is too much”.

“Do not apologise, this is what I’m here for, your problems are my problems too. I’m just happy your safe and didn’t get hurt”, a sob almost breaking from you just at the thought of that crash being much worse than it could of been.

Charles gave a light smile at your words “I guess I’m just sorry you have to see me this way, I was picturing winning this weekend, and then coming to see you, and just picking you up and kissing you” with a smile on your faces, his happy thoughts and words making each other feel better.

You grinned, “well next time, you can definitely do that, I can’t wait”.

“I just can’t believe crashed, I’m such an idiot, and that stupid car as well” Charles continued to bury himself down.

“You are not an idiot, have you forgotten about the rest of this weekend? your one of the best drivers out there!” you pushed these words of praise at him, hoping some would get through.

He sat in silence a little longer. To most people, even his family, he would push away at these talks. But for you, he listened, and he believed every word you said. He would stop repeating saying sorry like you had asked him, and he would be honest, he trusted you.

“It was looking really good, until the throttle just stopped. I’m having so much bad luck at the moment” he said.

“You deserve so much better than what happened today. I know and everyone else knows you are a winner, and todays loses will only make you come back stronger my darling”.

He appreciated every word you said. He loved how you had such as caring soul, and he had yet to find any negatives. You hadn’t been together or seen much of each other for very long, with him travelling and training most days, and you working constantly away, it was hard to see which direction this relationship was going in.

“Do you think you could give this loser a kiss?” he quietly asked, coming back to the Charles you knew.

“Your no loser Charles, come here”, before he would argue back, you closed the gap between your lips. He leaned in for your comfort. Holding his cheeks, and gently brushing away the tears, you both kissed sweetly, leaning back against the sofa.

You didn’t want to stop feeling his touch as his hands surfed their way across your body and your skin. Your hand held tight to his neck and weaved into his jet black hair.

Charles didn’t want you go to back to work after today, he couldn't stand the distance. He wanted your company more often, and he wanted to share more time and experiences with you. There was a question weighing on his mind. He couldn't do it today as it would not be the way he would want it to be, But soon, very soon, he knew he was to ask you to be his girlfriend.

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Princess Treatment

Mason Mount x reader Fluff

Summary: There’s a happy 1 year anniversary happening for you and Mason to celebrate, and he knows just how his girl likes to be treated.

Disclaimer: pure fluff

Mason held up another shirt for you to decide on, he was stuck between the white and the blue. He was already dressed in his smart black trousers, he wanted to look his best, and who better to ask than the girl that admired him the most.

It was your 1 year anniversary and Mason was taking you out for dinner. You were both typically the ‘stay in and watch a movie’ type of pair when it came to a date night. Your schedules had you both so busy, that having each others company and a cuddle was more than enough to ask for. But tonight was special, would be rude not to switch it up.

You pointed at the blue shirt, knowing he would be happy with your choice. Smiling, he lifted his t shirt over his head to change, walking to stand in front of the full length mirror in the walk in wardrobe.

You come up behind him and circle your arms around his waist, you place a kiss on the bare skin of his back, and laying your cheek against him. You breathed in his scent that always had a hook on you.

“You excited for tonight?” Mason asked

“I can’t wait” you hummed

He drops the shirt to the floor and slowly turns in your arms, wrapping his arms around your frame, “I’m just happy I have you all to myself tonight” you say quietly.

He breaths a light laugh and grins “Tonight’s all about you and me”

he presses your foreheads together lightly, he angles his face to yours and captures your lips in a light kiss. You initiate a slow open mouth kiss as you inhale and enjoy his touch around your frame.

Your kisses become a little more desperate and messy, your breath becomes heavier, and your fingers finding his cheeks, bringing his face closer for more. Masons arms wrap you up so your are chest to chest, and you let out a light moan as he gives you a squeeze.

Mason eventually pulls away for air, and to excuse himself before this got out of hand. Couldn’t have any distractions tonight, he had a plan and you had to be on time to the table he had booked. As he pulled back, you pulled a face of disappointment, not wanting the kiss to end.

“we have plenty of time for that when we get back, need to have you on your best behaviour in the restaurant. I’ll always remember what happened last time...” he smirked.

Last time. you could never forget. It was earlier on in your relationship when you started seeing each other and you were a few dates down the line. A dinner reservation, which had started with a few dirty text messages before he had even picked you up from your place, already had you impatient for his company.

This escalated to seductive leg touches underneath the table and your siren eyes staring him down, telling him exactly what you wanted to do to him. Cut to half way through your main course and excusing yourselves to the private bathrooms to release the tension between you. Safe to say the poor waitress who caught you two wasn’t very happy.

Now in his shirt, Mason was ready and had left you to some privacy to get changed. You stood up to the mirror, smoothing down the dress against all your curves and edges. The dress showed off all of Mason’s favourite parts which he liked to remind you of. Your hips and bum were looking well presented, your thighs just edging out underneath the short dress.

A final flick of the hair, and a rub of the freshly glossed lips, you were happy with the outcome. You were really excited for tonight, and it had been a while since you had the chance to dress yourself up.

You slowly emerged down the stairs, to see where Mason was waiting by the front door for you. Checking his phone to see the car outside ready for you two, then, he looked up.

You left the bottom step steadily in your heels, slowly walking towards him. His eyes burned into yours and looked down your figure. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth hung slightly open, the boy was in awe.

Smirking, you pressed your finger under his chin to push his mouth shut. His eyes staring into yours as he gulped. You had him feeling nervous with how good you were looking, still in disbelief at how on earth did he manage to bag a girl like you.

“Is this an improvement from joggers and a t shirt?” you said, proud of yourself that you had this effect on him.

He grinned “You know I love you in whatever your wearing, specially in my clothes...”. Leaning closer, he whispered to your ear, his lips ghostly close to your skin, “and with nothing on”.

You playfully gave a shove to his chest at his games, you chuckled, always loving his cheekiness. “What happened to being on our best behaviour?” you teased back.

“We’re not at the restaurant yet love” he gave a cheeky wink back, knowing how he would get away with that one.

“You look gorgeous Y/N” “So do you Mason”. You were both glowing.

With a peck on the lips, he took his hand into yours. Opening the front door to head to the car waiting for you outside.

Your car arrived in London city centre, Mason thanked the driver and hopped out his side of the car. As you collected your bag and adjusted your dress, you reached for the handle when the door flew open before you.

Mason had ran around the back of the car to open your door for you. You laughed at his antics, he was acting like a little boy on his first date. You thanked him and took his hand as he helped you out the car.

Walking into the restaurant, Mason gave his name for the booking. The place was huge, high rise ceilings with delicate flowers that decorated across wooden beams and tables. A warm glow of candles and florescent lights set a loving mood, as a gentle piano and live music played at the front of house.

“This place is incredible, where did you find it?” you whispered to Mason, your arms hooked together as he held you to his side. “A few of the boys suggested it to me, I’ve wanted to take you here for a while, but I wanted it to be for something special”. He couldn’t of been more right, it was something special.

The waitress led you past the tables, still gawking at the atmosphere of the place, but you were confused why you were passing all the beautiful scenery. She led you to a small set of stairs, up to a door.

Mason thanked her and took your hand, grinning at your reaction as you were still very confused. He was so excited to see what he had prepared for you.

“Ladies first” he said, pushing on the door for you to walk through. The feeling of fresh air touched your skin, you could hear a light hum of the city, quiet enough to still hear the music from the restaurant singing over it. You looked up to see the night sky, which lucky enough, was clear to where you could see the stars.

Walking forward, you saw the view of London, on a private balcony, a candle lit table with two chairs. The balcony was decorated just like the restaurant but the lights from London town twinkled and glistened beside you, glowing upon a very romantic date for just you and your boyfriend.

You slowly paced towards the balcony edge, placing your hands on the bar. Mason came up behind you, he was hopeful your quiet reaction was a good one. Hands crept to the plush of your hips, holding you close and you both took in the views.

He spoke, “What do you think?”

Not wanting to turn your back to the scenery, leaning into his chest as he rested his chin in the nook of your shoulder, you replied quietly, “It’s incredible Mason, I don’t know what to say”.

He pulled on your hips, asking to see your face if you were ok after hearing your quiet response. You turned to him and circled your arms around his neck, and looking up at him, a twinkle in your eye as a tear was near enough to break free. “Are you ok? It’s not too much is it? We can just sit inside of you don’t- “

You pulled him in close, cutting him off and in for a deep kiss. He was taken by surprise but he felt safe with your reaction and relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes and kissing you back.

One could say you were simply taking advantage of the benefits of having a private balcony, but there was no wrong in doing so. You nails lightly scratched the back of his neck, moaning as his tongue grazed against yours. He hummed back, squeezing the curves of your hips and lower back he had been desperate to grab in your dress. You both kissed for a while, not wanting to let go.

One final long loving kiss, you looked back at him, both catching your breath. “Would I be right saying that this is going well so far?” he teased. You beamed a smile back at him, you giggled, “Yes, it definitely is”.

“You deserve the best and only the best darlin”.

Mason gave you a peck to your forehead before you resumed back to you spot before, watching over the view and the stars above. His hands stayed where they were before, comfortably touching on your hips, and not so secretly making their way further down to touch more.

“You keep going like that Mason and this date will be cut short” you warned him, but quietly smiling as you secretly liked his intensions. “I’ll try and contain myself but no promises” he whispered back, releasing the seductive touches to hold you in a warm hug instead.

You smiled, for the first time ever, a thought crossed your mind that had teased it’s way into your head before, but tonight you knew it was true. You loved Mason so much, he was the one for you. You knew one day, this man would be your husband.

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6am

Mason x reader SMUT

Summary: An early start at work for you means you have to leave Mason all alone in bed, but it wouldn’t be so bad if he made you a couple minutes late, would it?

Disclaimer: SMUT 18+, highly sexual content, swearing and fluff.

A loud buzz from your bedside table wakes you from your sleep, as your phone alarm vibrates against the wood. Reaching over to turn it off and check the time...6am. You had work in a couple hours, as usual, and needed to start getting ready.

The blinds of Mason’s bedroom were folded slightly, but not enough to stop the early daylight breaking free into the bedroom. It was too early for the chirps of birds, as outside remained quiet. Just a light breeze of the air humming on the open window.

There’s a sweetness in the early morning silence, and you don’t mind the early work rises when you get to wake up to an aurora like this.

You slowly peel back the duvet to get out of bed, until an arm tightens it’s grip around your waist, preventing you moving any further.

“No” Mason mumbled, his face smushed into the cotton pillow.

Mason had gotten in late last night. 1am to be exact. He had been away on an overseas football trip with Chelsea for the past week, getting in some hard training before the new season. With the plane journey and car back to his house last night, all he wanted to do was crash into bed and sleep by his girlfriends side.

As he opened the bedroom door, it was pitch black in the room, and he heard your light purrs coming from the bed as you slept. He dumped his things outside the bedroom, stripped down to his boxers, and gently climbed under the duvet next to you.

With the most utter care, he slide his body closer to yours, an arm round your waist, and a leg between yours, careful not to disturb you. To his delight, your body responded, and you naturally pulled him in closer, enveloping you both in the perfect spoon. With a final whisper, “goodnight love” and a kiss on your head, he drifted off to sleep.

“Baby I have to get ready for work”. Mason at this point would’ve only had around 5 hours of sleep, not enough for the young athlete. “I haven’t seen you for a whole week, let me give my girlfriend a cuddle at least” he moaned again.

You chuckled at his needy behaviour, “you have seen me, over FaceTime”. “That’s not the same Y/N”. He pulled you even closer, his hand had burrowed down to the bottom of your t shirt and found the skin of your stomach, tracing small shapes.

You liked when he showed this soft caring side, one of the many reasons you loved your boyfriend. He then snug his chin into your neck and whispered into your ear with a deep exhale.

“Those FaceTime’s weren’t enough for me”.

You felt a light grind from his bottom half, and a light prod of ‘something hard’ to your lace covered entrance. This warmed you up down there as he slowly began to rock sleepily against you, joint by the hips.

His lips captured the delicate skin of your neck, his lips leaving a path of kisses one after another. “I can tell, feels like you’ve been missing something”.

Of course that feeling you were talking about was Mason’s very prominent hard-on that was begging for permission to be touched.

Another grind and he’s shifting his knee further between your legs to open them wide. His hand continued to climb up your top, now reaching the steep of your chest, teasing it’s way to grab a handful of your boob. His dick was pressed against you so hard, you could even feel him pulsating and throbbing through his boxers.

“You’ve had me fucking pent up for the past week, I was so hard every night I couldn’t sleep” his breath was getting heavier in your ear, his voice, hungrier.

Your breath was starting to pick up too, as you felt your underwear starting to feel slick and hot with your own arousal. You lifted your arm to stroke the back of his neck, edging him on. Mason began places deeper open mouth kisses on your neck, sucking and lathering up your sweet skin.

“I’m sorry, I could’ve helped you over the phone if you wanted”. He bites your earlobe before groaning, “It’s too late for that now baby, can you not feel what you’ve done to me?”

He takes your leg that sandwiched on top of his, hooks it under his arm and lifts it up. He soft strokes become thrusts, as if he’s already fucking you. It was perfect access, between your thin lace underwear and his cotton boxers. Such a delicious pressure.

You let out a moan and it almost breaks Mason, seeing you beginning to break down like this under his touch.

He shifts a hand that’s underneath you to pull the bottom of the top up past your chest to reveal your bare breasts, he grabs one of them and begins to play away at it, twirling a nipple between two fingers.

You arch your back and neck at the sensation, already so sensitive at his teasing. “Mason” you release a whimpered moan, and he knows he’s got you. Your on the tipping point. “Y/N” he replies, waiting for your next words.

“Help yourself to what you’ve been missing my love”.

That was it, that’s all he needed. Releasing your leg and breast, he flips you under him and laying himself flat between your legs, feeling the contact against your pussy. Your legs naturally wrapped themselves around his waist tightly. Reaching out, you grab the back of his neck in force with both hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

You were heated and messy, tasting each other’s tongues, sliding your lips against each other and pulling back in for more and more. You broke apart quickly to lift the barrier of your oversized t shirt, that left you with one barrier each.

He dropped back down to kiss you again, opened mouth kisses pulling at your lips as you let him in. You tease him a little, sneaking you hand down to his boxers and feeling his hard dick through the fabric. He grabbed your hand, clasping one and the other above your head so you couldn’t touch him.

You stopped kissing in surprise, looking up to your now trapped hands and back into his eyes, burning into yours above you. He wanted control, he needed to feel all that he had been missing.

Using his free hand, he did the job himself, pulling on the elastic at the top of his boxers to release himself. You looked down, licking your lips at what was about to appear. You saw how hard he was as his dick lunged out from his boxers and was a rock in full length.

Pulling the rest of his boxers down past his feet, he kicked them out of sight. Still holding onto your hands, he sat up slightly, with a smirk on his face, as he knew he had you desperate for him.

You looked so divine, with you legs spread wide, only to be covered by such a tiny frail material. You boobs and nipples were pulp, and your eyes were just begging, your face blushed with lust. You didn’t resist the restraint he had on your wrists, and you gave him a small smile back, as if to say, ‘I’m all yours’.

With his free hand, Mason began to stroke himself in front of you. He watched your face twist, you look fixedly at his dick as he dragged his hand up and down, your mouth sat slightly open, a coating of saliva filling your mouth as you were literally drooling for his dick.

He smirked, knowing his neck move would please you. He gathered a ball of spit in his mouth, brought his hand in distance and spat, then began his strokes again, faster, this time with an audible wetness to his dick.

Now you really started to feel yourself getting wet and you began to struggle.

You let out a little moan, watching this whole scene in front of you, not being able to touch or taste. You rolled your hips slightly on the mattress in desperation, and shifted your legs inwards slightly, unable to handle how turned on you were. Mason stopped stroking himself and pushed your legs fully back open with force.

You whined from his actions as you continued to stare down his dripping dick, well lubricated from his spit and the pre cum, which was beginning to tease out the tip.

His speed quickly increased as he suddenly felt like he was nearly going to cum. Mason felt himself so close to his climax, as he let out a few growls of pleasure. His eyes tight shut, squeezing back and forth as much as he could, he felt the pressure snap as he came.

His cum rained across your stomach and thighs below him, even landing across your lace underwear where it would of hit your pussy if it wasn’t protected. You found yourself also moaning at the sight, desperate for him to be inside of you.

That whole show he had put on had your pussy screaming for attention. Regaining a steady breath, Mason opened his eyes and viewed the mess across your skin. Letting go of your hands, he was about to lean over to grab a tissue when you stopped him but grabbing his wrist.

Confused, because why wouldn’t you not want to be cleaned up, he sat back, his dick now soft, and waited for your next move, which you could bet all the money in the world, he would not be ready for...

Shuffling further up the bed, you stared him down with an innocent smile. You lowered a finger to your stomach and slowly swiped up a droplet of Mason’s cum. You brought it up to your mouth and sucked it dry, swallowing it like a sweet treat and humming in enjoyment. Lowering your hand once again you began to clean yourself up, not wasting a single drop, making sure to not miss a spot and quickly devouring.

Mason sat there with his mouth hung open, frozen to the spot, and he felt his dick already coming back to life. Feeling extra powerful, using your free hand, you traced it down your now clean stomach, across your midriff, and tucked into the lace of your underwear.

Lowering your fingers down to touch your clit, dancing the fingers across the nerves, you moaned to yourself as you continued to suck your fingers.

Mason was done, you had beat him at his own game once again, leaving him desperate and throbbing once more.

He lunged forward at you, the lion inside finally snapping and had to have all of you. Releasing your fingers from your mouth and pussy, he towered over you once more and roughly kissed you. You clung your arms across his back and dug your nails deep as you kissed you necked and sucked away on your pulse point.

“Fuck me Mase please, just fuck me now” you moaned out for him. He dragged your underwear to the side, there just wasn’t enough time to kick them off, he had to be inside you now. He couldn’t even bare to tease you anymore, pulling his body as close to you as you could, chest to chest, he finally entered you.

You both gasped at the sensation, and you knew, this wasn’t going to be a very long fuck. “Fuck Y/N your so tight”, Mason moaned deep into your neck, and pushing all the way in until his balls were flat against your arse.

You had him locked in with your ankles crossed on his back as he began to fuck you with rhythm. The morning was no longer silent, as your skin clapped together at every thrust he made and broke across the bedroom walls. Mason was fucking you fast, wanting to make you cum.

He felt how you squeezed him at every push and pull, literally milking him for another orgasm. You were trying to match his pace and push your hips up from the mattress to feel him as deep as you could, pushing the limits of your cervix.

The wet sounds coming from your pussy adjusting to Mason’s force were music to both yours ears, meaning you were nearly there. Mason looked up into your eyes knowing there wasn’t much left in him after going full speed the entire time.

You took to his neck and ear lobe, sucking away and whispering sweet words of encouragement. “Please cum for me, Mase please in my wet pussy, please fill me up baby”.

Those were the magic words as Mason came for the second time this morning. “Oh Fuck, Y/N!” he let out as he continued thrusting until he had cummed all he had left of himself inside of you.

You were still moaning yourself, feeling the warm of his cum and his soft thrusts still had you on edge. Mason felt bad he had came before you, almost feeling like he had let you down.

“Mason please, I’m so close, please make me cum”. You were almost sobbing, in such desperate need for that release only he could give you, an orgasm like no other.

It was so fast you couldn’t prepare, but he quickly pulled out and laid down beside you. He gathered your leg up, cocked up in the air to the side, and a hand over your waist and down to start touching you clit. You were in the same position as you had woken up, but it was about to end very differently.

Legs wide open he had perfect access to your pussy. He angled his fingers at your opening, taking two and pushing them inside of you and began to thrust at lightening speed. You immediately arched your back and your head flew back deep into the pillows. “Ah Fuck Mason! Ah! Ah!” you screamed out as he fingered you oh so good.

His other hand strummed back and forth against your clit, really pushing you to your limits. You then, squirted across the bed through Mason’s fingers thrusting away. Your orgasm was showering down across Mason’s arm, your thighs and across the white sheets to be soaked. You let out everything you had, feeling the wetness of Mason’s cum and your squirting running out of you.

His fingers came to a halt, slowly pulling out of your pulsating pussy and you both, with a sigh, fell on your back with your arms stretched out on the bed. Catching your breath and still coming down from your orgasm. You were positive that was some of the best sex you’ve ever had.

Turning your head to Mason, he was catching his breath with his eyes closed, a sheen of sweat over his forehead and down his neck had dampened his hair. You rolled towards him, still both naked, and still wanting to feel him skin to skin.

You reached out touching his arm, to where he turned to you feeling your affection. You both smiled at the moment. It was tough being a busy working couple. You were still both so young and savoured every moment like this, even if the long days and short nights made it tough.

Mason leant over to close the face between your lips, already missing the feeling of kissing you, when another loud buzz from your phone went off again.

It was your second alarm you would set for yourself in case you slept in. You huffed and shut your eyes in disappointment, remembering you still had a long day of work to get ready for.

Quickly giving Mason a peck on the lips, you turned to reach for your phone to turn off the alarm which read...6:30am.

“That was 30 minutes?” Mason questioned, still needing to regain a bit of composure of whatever in the 50 shades had just happened with you two.

You smiled at his bewildered face “Time flies when your having fun”. “Now you seriously need to catch up on that sleep you’ve lost, but I do suggest you shower and change these sheets first” flashbacks to certain messes which were made just moments ago.

Mason smiled just thinking back to everything, only wondering how it wasn’t a sweet dream he’s having but it was all real. You got up from the bed, not bothering to cover up as you were jumping straight in the shower first as you were running slightly late due to your activities.

“I will don’t worry, you get yourself away for work then, I’ll be waiting for you when your back”. You reached the en suite door about to leave him, you look at the sight of your handsome sexy boyfriend all laid out on your shared king sized bed, “I’m happy your back Mase, I missed you” you said with a smile.

“I missed you too baby, but next time I’m away, think I’m gonna have to take you with me” Mason chuckled, The boy still feeling the glow of his morning glory. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready.

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Grab Somebody, drink a little more - Part 2

Mason Mount x reader

Summary: It’s your last night on your vacation in Miami and a handsome stranger wants to dance the night away with you...and be the best tour guide. Based around the (controversial) trip to Miami Mason and his friends took back in January.

Disclaimer: Bad Language, sexual and mature themes

Part 1

You had no idea how someone could move like that. The dancer had grasped onto the pole, wrapping and twirling around it in such elegance. In time with the music, she the span around the pole and slowly slide herself into the splits. It was such a beautiful dance, and by god was it sexy. You watched as you were led into a new booth in the strip club you had just arrived into. It was set up top on a balcony platform, and you had an incredible view of the place. You watched as some of your friends, especially the guys, gawking at the dancers. You thought it was funny how women could cast such a spell on them silly boys.

Mason had ordered in some more drinks, some large bottles of vodka and some lemonade mixer to get you started. Jaden, the blonde which you learned the name earlier, was quick to grab the vodka bottle and begin tipping it 180′ and into his mouth. This earned some cheers and chants from the group, as he entertained the booth. “Oi save some for the rest of us!” Mason laughed, swiping the bottle from Jayden who was squinting his eyes in pain, trying to swallow his last sip he stole. Mason heard you giggling at Jayden’s performance, and he turned to you with the large bottle of spirit. He took a small swig himself, cringing at the bitter taste, but also trying to show off to you. “Not the same as your beloved tequila hm?” you teased. “Doesn’t even come close love, you want a try?”. Through a smile and doe eyes in the club lights, you took his offer.

Mason gently placed his hand on your chin and slowly pushed your head back. You swore you felt your body temperature go up a degree from such a simple touch. A light stroke from his thumb on your lip, asking politely for you to open your mouth. Holding eye contact with him, you did as he asked, opening wide. His fingertips retracted to the back of your neck as he stood over you, his height was perfect for looking down on you. He lifted the vodka bottle, tilted it above you and let the liquid stream into you mouth little by little. Concentrating, you closed your eyes as you gulped a few times, feeling the painful yet delicious burn, until he lifted the bottle and his hand on your neck away and sat back up straight. The room span for a second, feeling the alcohol really running through your bloodstream now. “How was that?” Mason asked, not taking his eyes off you once. You felt a slight droplet of the vodka had run down your chin. Looking into Mason’s eyes seductively, you brushed up the vodka with your finger and sucked it into your mouth with a pop. “It was fun, thank you” keeping up with your innocent little manner, which by the look on Mason’s cheeky face, he was loving.

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One bottle of vodka down, and the night was in good swing. Mason hadn’t left your side and always kept some form of contact, whether that was a small hand on your back, or a connection of your thighs as you sat next to each other. He made you laugh, a lot, a smile had never left your face the entire time he was there.

The music was so loud and the lights so bright, Mason leaned in near your ear so you could hear him, “You know you look so beautiful” he complimented. “What sorry?” you giggled, not being able to hear him as the bass picked up in the song that was playing. “I said you look really beautiful!” he beamed, meaning every word. You dropped your head with a smile, admittingly feeling too shy to respond. He had been showering you with compliments all night, and just like he had promised, his little one liners were starting to work on you. He couldn’t stop himself, but eyes up lead their way from the edges of your short dress, your thighs, your stomach, your neck, watching as the techno lights would flow and reflect across your skin and face. “And that dress...that dress is just, wow”. Mason had a hungry stare in his eyes, and you couldn’t blame the the alcohol or the humidity anymore, he was really making you feel worked up and you wanted more.

Your ears chimed in as you heard the song change to On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez and Pitbull. You looked down over the balcony and onto the crowds of the club floor, cheering as the song was warming up, it clearly a club favourite. Mason followed your eyes, seeing how you wanted to join the fun. “You wanna dance?” offering you a hand. You slotted yours into his, enveloping your fingers together as you made your way down to the main dance floor. He squeezed your hand a few times as he led you through the crowd. You looked up to see the runway and pole dancers situated up on platforms. The girls posing and modelling their moves as dollar bills would be thrown for them. You thought why would Mason want to be dancing with you when there’s basically naked girls showing all they’ve got right in front of him, it made you feel a little insecure, because these girls were out of this world in your opinion.

Mason turned to you when he had found a good spot to dance for you two with enough room, and reached to hold you closer with both hands. He saw you looking at the dancers, and a slightly timid look on your face, that smile taking it’s first break for the night since he had met you. “You know, I could only imagine how sexy you would look up there” Mason said, awarded with another gaze up and down your body, standing back to get a better look at you, he was such as big flirt. “You would just want me all to yourself instead of for all eyes to see”. “Actually that’s very true, guess I’d have to get one of those private rooms for a dance wouldn’t I”. Mason steps closer, dragging his hands to reach around your waist. “Yes you would, however, those do cost extra, you know, for the special treatment”, you now took the next step closer, placing your hands on his chest and letting them stroke down down his body. “how soon can I make an enquiry” he was so close now it was almost a whisper. His hands giving you a light squeeze on your waist, and his eyes looking down at your lips. “I believe I’m available for the rest of the night”, your hands slithered their way around the back of his neck and you leaned up to his ear. “If you want me”, you purred and Mason almost shivered at your words of seduction.

The music had switched up just before the chorus. You and Mason practically wrapped round each other as you rock and sway to the rhythm.

“Dance the night away, Live your life and stay young on the floor”

Your eyes kept their stare on each other. You slowly turned your back to him, adjusting and letting your hands slide to hold onto the back of his neck. Mason found a comfortable spot for his head to slot by your neck, and you felt his breath against your skin. His hands continued to grasp onto your hips, giving them light squeezes and scratches, feeling so needy to feel more of you.

“Dance the night away, Grab somebody, drink a little more”

Mason help a grip on your hips and pulled them flush against his front, releasing a heavy sigh into your ear. His action’s had you feeling blushed and hot, you grabbed and threaded your fingers through his hair, and tilted your head back. Still swaying with the music, Mason saw an opening and took it, laying soft open mouth kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder.

“La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, tonight we gon’be it on the floor”

The people around you had picked up their energy as the beat dropped on the chorus. Smoke machines and confetti rained above the party. Amongst all the chaos and crazy, you and Mason were in your own, very steamy, little bubble. His opened mouthed kisses because thicker on your neck, leaves a pattern of marks as he tasted your skin. You grinded your hips to the music back into his crotch, and you could definitely feel he was having some effect down there as you danced for him. He released his lips from your neck, “fuck me Y/N”, he was panting, you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was turned him on, and you felt powerful.

He swiftly pulls you around so your facing him and once again, pulls you close so there’s no space between you. Naturally your arms are wrapped around each other, and you were now closer than ever. Nose to nose and mixing your sweet scents to become one. One of his hands teasingly slips down and grabs your bum, causing you to bite your lip. Really feeling the music, you lean back and tilt your head up to the ceiling, swaying to the song with your eyes shut, enjoying Mason’s hold on you. You continued to sway in a rhythm and Mason’s eyes couldn’t help but go to your chest, where your dress outlined your breasts perfectly as you flaunted your physic for him. And this was too much teasing for him, he finally snapped. Rougher than before, he pulled you back up and face to face with him, dancing coming to a halt.

His eyes burning into yours, you feel his hand softy rest on your check. You look at his lips, telling him what you want. He closes the gap, parting your lips and letting him in, you kissed. You lips grazed against each others, slotting perfecting between one and other. grasping onto his shoulders and into his hair, wanting to be as close as possible to him. He opened his mouth more, pushing his tongue against yours, bringing out a small kitten moan from you. He continued to stroke your face, tracing your cheekbones, spreading goose bumps across your body.

Suddenly, a loud bang caused you to get a fright and quickly retract from the kiss, holding tight onto Mason. Screams of joy from the people around you were heard, as more canons and smoke machines went off. You look above you, and to your surprise, dollar bills had begun to fall from the strip club ceiling. It was literally raining money. Everyone was cheering and screaming, trying to grab the falling cash. You looked back to Mason with a smile, and you both laughed at what was happening around you and how your moment was interrupted. He shot another smile at you and you gave him a surprise peck on the lips. You just couldn’t get enough.

Most of the money had finished falling down and settled on the dance floor, it had literally coated every surface. It was so thick, you could feel the bills had gathered around your high heels. This money had to be put to some good use somehow, and you smirked when you had an idea. Mason watched you as you bent down, sweeping up a large hand full of dollar bills from the floor. You literally had a stack of money in your hand, now that felt good. You waved the money back and forth, teasing Mason as he looked at you, waiting what your next move was. “Next round of tequila shots on me?” you asked, offering some form of repayment for all the treatment he had paid for tonight. He liked the sound of that idea, taking your hand, he led you back through the crowds to get your well deserved drinks from the bar. You had a thought that this definitely wouldn't be your last visit to Miami.

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Grab Somebody, drink a little more - Part 1

Mason Mount x reader

Disclaimer: Bad language

You poured yourself one last small glass of rose wine. You had to take it easy with pre drinks tonight as you had all gone pretty hard all week. It was your last night out in Miami with your friends, and it had been the best vacation ever. You all had wanted to come here for the party scene for so long and it had gone up and beyond all of your expectations. You and the girls had been getting ready for another night of dancing and drinking in your shared hotel room, and your boy friends(not boyfriends) had a separate room next door. Taking another sip, you felt like the so called ‘liquid confidence’ was working a bit of magic. You thought you’d check yourself out one last time before it was time to go, so, taking your glass with you, you walked over to the large mirror covering one of the bedroom walls.

Taking in your complexion, you had glammed yourself up for the special night to come. The coastal sun from the past week had given your skin a delicious glow, and the humid air had taken to your hair and let the silky locks have a light wave to them. You had done your makeup lightly, because you knew you would just sweat it all off in the first club you go to, however, a darker eye and a glossy lip had you satisfied. And to put the look together, a mini golden dress, minimal gold jewellery, and a pair of strappy black heels. You felt feminine, yet sexy and bold, and you couldn’t wait to get out there.

“Let’s get a group photo!” one of your friends exclaimed. All grabbing your wine glasses, you posed for a selfie, pouting and posing away. Those would definitely be going straight on her Instagram. After getting the rest of the rose wine down, you felt a light buzz from the drink and you were ready to party.

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The club was crowded as you and a couple girls queued for a drink. Well when you say queued, it was more like pushing to wherever there was a gap and a bartender in sight. “What should we all get?” one of the girls asked you. “Could get some cocktails in?” I said. She smirked at me, “you read my mind girl” and she got her way to the front of the bar ready to order. I followed her lead to help and leaned against the counter, placing my hands on the marble top.

It was very loud and busy, and we were still trying to get a bartenders attention, then you felt a light push on your side. A brunette man had shuffled in the newly opened space next to you, also looking to get himself and his friends some drinks. First thing you took in though when he placed his arms up on the marble top was an expensive looking gold watch on his left wrist. He was also decorated in a pearl bracelet and a peal necklace. Covered across broad shoulders was a white t shirt and jacket, and a a simple pair of blue jeans. Also sat on top of his brown locks were a pair of black sunglasses. It was a different look but you liked it, you couldn’t imagine how much his clothes cost. Hell, you were so close to this man, he even smelt like money, as you smelt a musky but clean cologne.

“Have you been served sir?” a bartender in a black shirt asked the brunette man, not catching you and your poor friend, who had been flailing her arms around to catch his attention for the past 5 minutes. “No but these women were here before me, have you been served yet love?”. He was now looking at you for the first time, a gentle yet attractive face. “No we haven’t, could we get some cocktails please?” you addressed the bartender, “what would you like?”, “8 martini’s please”, “coming right up”, he flipped the shaker up in the air, caught it in style, and got to work.

“8 martini’s? that sounds like a fun night” the man next to you smirked, that smile had a teasing manor about it, and you wanted to play the game. “Now that would be fun if they were all for me, but I don’t think my friends would be very happy if I stole their drinks”. He chuckled to himself “That wouldn’t be great would It, I’m tempted to just keep the tray of tequila shots to myself when I order them”. You pulled a puzzled face, “I think you should spare them the pain, I hate tequila”. “How can you hate tequila It’s the best!”, you continued to pull a cringed face which made him laugh. “How about if you do one of the tequila shots, I pay for your martini’s?”. “Are you crazy? That’s way too expensive”. He shrugged and leaned in slightly, “It will be worth it if I get to share a shot with you”. You wanted to see what direction he was taking this in, he had you intrigued.

You and your friend started handing the cocktails to your friends through the crowd. You head back to the bar front to see how much you had cost the brunette. “That’s $100.71 miss” the bartender said as he started on the tequila shots. “Put those on my card too mate” the man smiled down at you, that was a huge favour for meeting someone only a few minutes ago. “That’s a lot to pay for, are you sure?” you felt guilty. “Of course I’m sure, also I didn’t catch your name love”. You wouldn’t of minded if he just called you love for the rest of the night, but you replied “It’s Y/N”, he gave a small but warm smile “Y/N, I’m Mason” offering a light handshake which you took, you both giggled at the innocence of the gesture.

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You weren’t drunk but a little tipsy was definitely a way to describe how you felt. And talking to Mason made you feel confident, you wanted to be seen by him as impressive, he made you feel almost, giddy. Your two groups of friends had now became one, and you had discovered Mason had hired out a VIP booth. You all joined them in their booth and got some more drinks in, enjoying your night. “I can’t believe we haven’t already come here this week! This club is amazing!” one of your friends shouted to the girls, clearly a little worse for wear after too many shots. One of Mason’s friends with blonde locks and a big cocky smile on his face leaned over, “We’ve been here all week, get treated like regulars now right Mase?”. Mason replied, shouting over the music “yeah know this place like the back of my hand now”. “are you gonna hang out with me? are you gonna show me around?” your friend said with a whiney voice, leaning in a little closer to Mason, a bit too close for your liking. If only she could hear herself, you thought. She really needed to get herself back to the hotel. “Course, I’m the best tour guide” said Mason.

Suddenly, your friend’s face took a turn from her bubbly self, she looked a little dazed. Before you know it, all those cocktails and shots had came back up and she had vomited across the VIP booth floor. “Fucking hell erghhh, aw for fuck’s sake come on Y/F/N !!, someone get her back to the hotel!” all your friends were yelling and some having a small laugh at the state of the party girl. “Recon you could start that tour by showing her the exit Mase?” you said coldly. He looked a little surprised by your cheeky comment, maybe gathering you didn’t like his flirty side with your friend, he wanted to see how far he could push your buttons tonight. “We’ll get her home guys don’t worry, you guys stay out and we’ll see you back at the hotel” a couple of your friends said, looking a little tired themselves so they didn’t mind. It had been a long week.

The dilemma you had now was the booth was ruined, Y/F/N had managed to bring up enough that it made even standing near the booth make you all feel ill. “Well then, strip club anyone?” Mason’s blonde haired pal spoke again. You had never been to a strip club before, and that sounded perfect for the last night in Miami. Mason’s friends agreed amongst your friends that they would book some cars to head there. Walking out of the club together, you felt a hand place on the small of your back and a head peer over your shoulder. “And our first stop on our tour is the club exit, exciting isn’t it?” Mason being cheeky again. You turned to get a look at him and rolled you eyes, still with a smirk on your face which you couldn’t take off every time he talked to you. “I really hope you’ve got some better lines than that Mason because those don’t work on me”. “Oh I’ve got plenty of better ones up my sleeve Y/N” Mason gave you a wink, “and I’m gonna have those working on you before the night is over”.

Part 2

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Coffee Stained Papers

Mason Mount x female reader

Fluff

The 5am starts in the studio really did take a beating out of you. Hopefully the double shot espresso you were currently sipping was going to wake you up a bit. Behind the camera, the studio was dark, apart from the stage lights glowing across the ‘This Morning’ set. You had already done your rounds, making sure the pillows on the sofa were fluffed and arranging some small table pieces and flowers. As a producer on set, you took pride in your job, and working on such a delightful show made all the early starts all worth it.

You were skimming through this episodes scripts. Your fingertips tracing the lines on the yellow paper, concentrating as your tired eyes were aching, still waiting for that coffee to kick in. You came across today’s schedule, quickly going through the list of names when your finger came to a halt on a specific guest...

11:45am - Mason Mount

Honestly, you didn’t know half the guests that came on this show, you didn’t have a lot of time to be researching what each guest was on here for, that was someone else’s job. But saw that name and you were brought back to watching the Euro’s with your friends last summer, all of them drooling and gawking at the tv screen at the young sweaty boys, and especially over the one and only, Mr Mason Mount. You didn’t pay much attention to how the boys were looking and frankly, you hadn't really noticed him. I suppose today, you were about to see what all the obsession was about...

The double doors swung open at the back of set as all the camera and crew members came pooling in and the noise that came with them. The crowd of staff took place at their stations, camera crew and lightings all getting ready. You collected the pile of yellow script papers and quickly tried to make some progress on downing the rest of your coffee, seeing your team working hard and setting up for the day, you walked out of the big room and through the double doors. Your heels clipped and clopped through the corridor, making your way to hair and beauty, still sipping away on the coffee cup and shuffling the pile of scripts in your arms. You turned a sharp corner in the corridor and knocked into someone, dropping the coffee cup, the script papers all went up in the air, and you had fell with a thump on your bum to the floor. A little dizzy, you looked up and saw what you had crashed into, or specifically, who.

The yellow paper seemed to fall like leaves from a tree, slowly and softly as you looked into the man’s eyes. He too had found himself on the floor after the collision, scratching his head in confusion. He stopped and looked into your eyes, It went quiet between you too, staring at each other, you felt nervous and shy. After a few seconds, he crawled forwards towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder gently.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you ok? you came flying around that corner I didn’t see you”

You didn’t know if you were still feeling dizzy from the tumble, or if this was another feeling you couldn’t describe as this man’s face was now closer up and you could take a better look. Deep brown eyes were darting back and forth between yours and across your face in worry. You noticed he had light brown hair, cut short and looked soft to the touch. A neat beard which suited his face, and plush pink lips. You were knocked out of your thoughts when you noticed those lips were moving and he was trying to talk to you.

“Can you hear me? have you hurt yourself? I can call someone to come help”

“No no It’s ok! I’m ok thank you, are you alright?” I asked him, feeling a bit embarrassed I’d just been staring at him when he was trying to make sure I was ok.

“Yes I’m all good, definitely taken some worse falls than that before, but at least I saw them coming haha”. That smile, now his smile had my attention. Those pearly whites and blushed cheeks, even the creases around his eyes as he grinned had you gaping once again. You had to snap yourself out of it and act professional, you had no idea who this man was and never mind it being entirely inappropriate in your work place. “Are you sure your ok? you looked a little zoned out when I tried to talk to you” he says. “Yes I’m fine, I was just a little dizzy. I’m so sorry”. He smiles again, “accidents happen, it’s all good. Here, let me help you up”. He takes to his own feet, he’s tall, and broad. He bends down and reaches out a hand, you take it. Wrapping around your small hand and squeezing lightly, feeling the way his thumb wraps around the back of your hand comfortably. He lifts you up from the floor and you regain your balance back in your heels. Now you can see the height difference between you, even in your heels you were short, and you had to slightly tilt your head up to get another good look at him.

“thank you...?” you questioned and puzzled him for a name,

“Mason, and no problem...?”

It was him, it all clicked and you finally understood what all the fuss and obsession was about with this boy. You thought, what your friends would do to be face to face with him and here you were, butterflies taking that same thump to the floor of your stomach. You were quiet to admit to yourself you felt a little nervous to meet him on set, but you certainly didn’t think this would be how you two would break the ice.

“Y/N...your a guest on our show today aren’t you? I’m the producer on This Morning”. He smiles again, a smile you could get used to, “Nice to meet you, erm, do you want a hand with all this?” he nodded to all the papers and spilled coffee on the floor, you had completely forgotten about, and remembered you were in a rush. “Oh my god, I literally forgot about these, if you wouldn't mind, yes please”. Both of you bending down, you began gathering all the papers together, but you had also noticed that the reminder of your coffee had spilled on one of the scripts. “For god’s sake” you moaned. “how am I gonna give this to a guest covered in coffee, what a mess”. “I could take that one? It was my fault that It’s got coffee on it in the first place. I don’t mind”. You said “what? no, I’ll go and print a new one, It’s ok, here have a clean one” trying to hand him one of the scripts that wasn’t stained. “No don’t stress, I really don’t mind, and wouldn’t wanna give you anymore work to do. Being the producer sounds busy”. you had collected all the scripts and the empty coffee cup, he offered his hand up from the floor again and you smiled, and took it, feeling that warm touch again.

“I like to keep busy. I like being busy so much I’m going to go get you a new script”. You were stopped in your path and he blocked your way with his chest, nearly bumping into him, again. He looked down at you with a gentle smile “No your not, it’s just a script, no worries. Here, hand it over”. He really didn’t give you an option did he, and being honest with yourself, you quite liked how he told you what to do. You smiled back and without a word, gently pushed the stained script on his chest, and he takes it. “Happy now?” you smirked. “Very” he replies back with another cheeky smirk. You feel a buzz in your pocket, quickly getting it out and seeing the time was close to the camera’s going live. “I’m going to have to dash sorry, got to get these scripts to people. If you need anything come see me, I’m always running around here like crazy so you’ll probably bump into me again”. “I hope I do, let’s hope I can catch you this time” He laughs, and captures me with a big grin on my own face, I wouldn’t mind falling into those arms and against that chest I thought.

One more smile and a goodbye, I slip past him, slightly brushing shoulders. That contact let loose another cage of butterflies in my stomach. He makes his way towards set as I head towards the makeup and beauty room down the hall, I couldn’t help myself but to get one more peak at Mason. Once I’m about to lose sight of him and turn another corner in the corridor, I turn my head round, only to be met with a guilty Mason also looking back at me, with a blush across his cheeks that spread across his nose and a sweet grin staring back at me. I give him one last smile before he also catches the blush that’s about spread across my face, and he disappears round the corner and off to set. Today was going to be a fun day at work, something a little different you thought to yourself.

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This episode felt like it was dragging slightly, and as guilty as you felt, you weren’t interested in the other guests the show had on and were waiting for a certain someone to take the stage at 11:45am. You were stood behind the main screen camera, headphones on, script in one hand and another coffee in the other, watching Phillip and Holly talk and laugh away, they really were a brilliant pair to work with.

A light tap on your shoulder, brought you to turn and see, once again, Mason and another man who looked similar to him standing side by side. You popped down the script and coffee on a small table and set your headphones back to relax against your neck. “Hi again” Mason said. “Hey, how you feeling?” his set call was coming up soon in about 15 mins. “I’m good, just a little nervous I guess, I’ve done interviews before but nothing like this”. “You’ll be great, Phillip and Holly are just the same on camera as they are off, just think of it as a normal chat” you gave a comforting smile to calm his nerves, and he gave you one back. “Thanks for the advice, also this is my brother Lewis”. “Hello there, It’s Y/N isn’t it?” Lewis leaned forward and gave a friendly wave. “Yeah it is, nice to meet you. Were so happy to have Mason on the show with us”. “Yeah just hopefully Mase’s face doesn’t crack the camera’s”. Mason gives Lewis a light dig in the arm as he quietly sniggers. “haha no chance, that’s why I work behind the camera, there’s no way they’d want my face on tv” you say. “I’m gonna have to disagree with you there, think you’d look gorgeous” Mason gives a cheeky wink, and this time, does catch you blushing.

“Mase what’s happened to your script? you can’t even read half of it the words are smudged” Lewis says flipping through Mason’s coffee stained script from before, giving it a crinkly look to it, looking more yellow with brown polka dots compared to a fresh copy. “Oh well that was all Y/N’s fault you see” Mason laughed, earning now a light push on the shoulder from you. “It was an accident and I could’ve gotten you a new one but you refused” you said smiling, he leaned in slightly closer, he whispered back “well I wanted to keep it, It’s a good story to tell of how we first met, how I literally swept you off your feet?”. You both studied each other for a second, with light smiles smacked on both your faces. “Go away you, get yourself ready, your up next” you smile lightly pushing him away, to go over to the corner and wait to be called up. Was Mason flirting with you?

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“How do you think he’s doing?” Lewis said quietly to me. You were both behind one of the main camera screens in the studio, watching Mason have his interview. “He’s doing really well, he’s a natural” you said, still watching Mason chat away with Phillip and Holly. It was a really good interview, and your favourite part had to be watching those TikToks of him after getting his wisdom teeth removed, that’s where he had a little nervous smile sat on his face. That was all thanks to Lewis next to me who had sent in those and was giggling away.

“You know, he was talking about you before, when you bumped into each other”. “what did he say?” feeling excited that Mason had been gossiping to his brother about you. “He said he’s just seen the most beautiful girl he’s ever met, and was nervous to ask you out on a date, think he said something about going for a coffee?”. A coffee, of course, you smiled, “why didn’t he just ask me?”. “I’m not sure, he’s been really quiet since meeting you this morning, I’m very sorry but I think Mase might have a crush on you” Lewis giggled. “Nothing to be sorry about, think I might have to accept his offer on that coffee date”, still watching Mason through the screen as Phillip and Holly began wrapping up their set to cut to breaks. You looked over the camera and over the the set stage, with Mason sat in that stunning rugby jumper and smart trousers, that brunette cheeky boy was looking over right at you now. You both shared a small smile each, and in the early mornings of all the hard work and running around, you felt like you were in need for another coffee, and Mason Mount was about to take you for your next cup.

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