#england nt imagine

[corriganatheart]

hiii could u write something about a baecation with jude? it can be a headcanon or a reg imagine whichever you prefer. and idk if you write smut but if you wanna add it in there i won’t complain 🫣

Synopsis: Jude takes you on a vacation for your anniversary.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

Genre: romantic, short

Warning: Mention of sexual activity 🔞

"Maybe we should have gone to Thailand," Jude says while scrolling through his phone. You rolled your eyes and continued to read the book in your hand.

It had been one hour since you boarded the private plane, and Jude had been bringing up different destinations that he could've chosen only because he wanted to get laid in every country. During your first vacation as a couple, you guys went to Bali, and for your two-year anniversary, he chose Bali because it meant a lot to both of you. Jude has always wanted to visit different countries because it was his mission to have sex with you everywhere so that if you leave him, your mind will only be filled with him. It was his way of saying you can never escape him without sounding psychotic.

“Baby,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You hate that he still has this effect on you even though you guys have been together for two years. “Let me eat you-“ You close your book and smack his head, causing him to wince. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. Jude tilts his head back and laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Do I need to answer that?” He asked and kissed you on the cheeks. You rolled your eyes and decided to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt him smirk through your hair. “Thank you so much for planning this,” you whispered. Jude lays his chin on your head while stroking your arm. “You know I would do anything for you,” he mumbles. You nod your head, knowing damn well he meant every word he said.

You guys still have a while until you reach your destination, and you are doing some work on your laptop while Jude is asleep next to you. His career had skyrocketed after the World Cup, and his schedule was hectic. He took on as much work as possible before taking this vacation, and it almost didn’t happen because he was getting so many business proposals. You had told Jude several times that you didn’t mind just spending it home and having a nice dinner, but he refused and wanted to take you somewhere special.

Staring at the beautiful man next to you, your heart filled with happiness and joy. When Jude first pursued you after you’d been part of a project he was in, you thought the relationship wouldn’t develop any more than a short fling. Football players were known to have brief relationships, and even though he was a perfect gentleman to you, you couldn’t help but be cautious. Jude proved you in many ways, and eventually, you had to give in and admit that he was the one for you; you couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering his smug face when you told him he won. “Huh, maybe Thailand wouldn’t have been a bad idea,” you mumbled after seeing Gio’s girlfriend post her vacation photos.

“You remember the first time we came here, baby?” Jude asked while your eyes scanned the beautiful resort and crystal blue water. “I remember the first time we made love here; gosh, it was amazing.” Your eyes widen at Jude while he smirks down at you. The translator awkwardly looked away while the employees smiled at Jude as if he had just said something angelic. If only they knew how devious he could be.

“Woah,” you said after arriving in your bedroom. It was huge, the size of an apartment. The bed was decorated with flowers and a gift basket with rich wine. The room has a large pool balcony with a perfect beach view, and it also has a dining area. “Jude, this is amazing,” you exclaimed while taking in the scenery. He has taken you on lavish vacations before, but this one has to be one of the best. “All for you, baby,” he whispered in your ear behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You chuckle after feeling something hard touching your skin from the back; he doesn’t want to waste any time. “Jude, we have to shower and get ready for dinner,” you mumbled, although you were rethinking it. “Dinner isn’t till an hour, babe,” he says, and you feel him tug at your waistband. You close your eyes and feel his mouth touch your neck; it is a gentle kiss to remind you that you can say no. Jude was a gentleman; he always has been. “It won’t take long; I’ll be quick,” he promised. You bite your bottom lips because you know damn well his definition of fast isn’t the same as yours. Jude needs more than an hour to be satisfied; he was a giver, not a taker, and it pleases him more than anything else to see you lose your mind because of him. “I’m so thankful for you,” he whispers before kissing your shoulders. “Thankful that you have always been there for me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you’re patient with me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you never give up on me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you give me your heart just as you have mine.” Gosh, you were a goner.

He gently places you on the bed; your clothing is scattered all over the floor with his. The wine and gift basket was somewhere on the floor now, and the only thing touching your back was the pedal of roses. He smiled down at you before going in for a kiss. Jude was perfect in every way, and his performance has always surprised you in every aspect. How he turns a slow emotional kiss into a hot kiss filled with his tongue fighting yours makes you feel so many ways. His mouth remains on yours while his right-hand travels down to your center. Jude promised he’d be quick, but you knew this would take at least an hour and a half. He wanted to take his time with you; he wanted to cherish the girl that he had been in love with since he laid eyes on her. The girl that makes him want to be a better person, the one girl that never seems to fail to make him smile. You were perfect for him, and he wouldn’t want you to forget that in any way. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispers while sliding a finger into you. You gasp when he wraps his lips around a nipple sucking and tucking as if his life depends on it. “Jude,” you whimper while fisting the sheets. “I could never let you go,” he said while sucking on your chest. “You’re forever, my girl.” It was pretty clear how in love you both were, and although you guys were still young, no one would understand how this felt. Jude stared down at you, his eyes darker than before as you fall apart in front of him, screaming his name. He closes his eyes and smiles, cherishing the way his name spills out of your mouth; he could listen to it all day.

After catching your breath, you sit and reach for him, but Jude grabs your hand midway. You frown, but he smiles and places your palm on his chest. “You feel that, Y/N?” He asked. You nod; your heartbeat matches his rapid one. “This is what you do to me,” he says. “It’s just you, baby; only you can do this.” The both of you smile at one another, and he lets you lean in and kiss him. He drops your hand and pushes you back down on the bed. “Jude, I want to,” you whined while grabbing his shaft. He shakes his head slightly and pins your hands above your head. “We have all the time in the world for that. Right now, I need to feel you,” he says with pleading eyes. You nod and look at his suitcase sitting near the bed. Jude’s eyes follow yours, and he bites his lower lips before looking back at you with hesitation, "I need to feel you…without a rubber,” he says. You panicked a little at that because you knew the risk. You guys had raw sex before but stopped after a pregnancy scare that almost caused a breakup. “Baby,” he pleads. Jude must have noticed the fear in your eyes because he sat up and pulled you up with him. “Look at me, love,” he said softly while one hand rubbed the side of your face. You look at him, and he smiles; gosh, it is a charming smile. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s me and you, Y/N. There is nothing to worry about. I want you with no barrier, and I know the consequences, but I wouldn’t want to do that with anyone else. I am always ready for anything with you. I love you, and it’s ok if you don’t want to but know that whatever happens, I am here.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at his face. “I love you so much, Jude, and I want you with nothing between us.”

This time, everything was better. There was no fear, and there was no alcohol in either of your systems. He pushed in without hesitation and let out a relieved sigh like he had wanted this for so long, and you were the same. There was nothing between you guys, and this was how it was supposed to be. Jude smiled down at you and kissed you softly. “You’re my everything.”

“Huh, Trent said he’s going to block me until I come back from vacation,” Jude chuckles while he types on his phone. “Why?” You asked while taking another sip of the rich wine. As you expected, Jude took his time with you and refused to get out of bed because he wanted to go for another round, so an hour later, you guys are having late dinner while watching the sunset on the other balcony. “He’s jealous. That’s what he gets for dumping his girlfriend.” You laugh, knowing damn well Trent will get another one in a couple of days. “Gio seems to be having fun in Thailand,” you said after seeing a photo he posted of him and his girlfriend. “Yeah, next time we are going there,” Jude says and sends a wink your way. You chuckle and shake your head before checking your DMS. Your eyes nearly pop out when a familiar name appears in the inbox. “What?” Jude asked after noticing the surprised look on your face. “Look who texted me,” you laughed and showed Jude the message. Jude’s jaw tenses, and he glares at your screen like he can murder the other person through it. “Why the fuck is that asshole texting you?” He asked angrily, but you know he wasn’t accusing you of anything; he was questioning the person's intention. “Chill, he probably wants me in one of his projects,” you shrugged. Jude frowns and chugs his glass of wine down. “Only you’re allowed to work with me,” Jude says. You roll your eyes and stare at the message; it is a simple hi and how are you? But knowing the person, you don’t think he wants any trouble with Jude. You close your phone and kiss a frowning Jude on the cheeks. “Come on; you know Pedri isn’t like that.” Jude’s lip twitched, and you giggled, “and besides, I prefer brown boys.”

The next day was filled with activities, from swimming to sailing on the yacht, but you guys had to go back to the hotel early because people were starting to recognize Jude. “Sorry, babe, but I promise I have a surprise for dinner,” Jude says and kisses your pouting lips. “Sometimes people forget that you’re human,” you whined. They didn’t even let Jude get in the car without pushing him and screaming for an autograph. It took at least thirty minutess for security to escort Jude safely to the car. “That’s the price I gotta pay, I guess,” Jude casually shrugged. You sigh and slump down on the sofa. You love his fans, but sometimes, it does it overwhelming. “Don’t stress about it, babe. I’m fine,” Jude says and lays his head on your lap. You smile and trace your finger along his jawline. “How come you get to win the genetic lottery? It’s not fair.” Jude laughs and grabs your hand before kissing the front of it. “And I thought my best accomplishment was winning you.”

You hold on to Jude’s hands as you guys climb the stairs to the roof. When he said you guys were going out for dinner, you thought a fancy restaurant, but apparently, the hotel staff set up a table on top of the roof. Your eyes glimmers when he opens the door to the roof. Rose petals are scattered everywhere on the floor while roses were lined up to create a path to the table. “Oh, Jude,” you said as you took in the beautiful picture. “This is amazing.” He guides you to the table and pull the seat out for you. The food was already here, but it was still warm, meaning the staff had finished preparing everything. “This is beautiful,” you said, looking at him and the view behind him. The sun was setting, and the beach reflected the sunset. “I had to make everything perfect,” he says. “Because it’s you.” You smile and place your hand on top of his. “Thank you for everything, baby.”

You guys ate, talked about Jude’s soccer future, talked about your job, and the future that you guys want. By the time you guys were done, it was dark, but there were lights lined up around the edge of the roof, and you knew Jude had come up with all these ideas. “Wanna dance?” Jude asked while holding out a hand. You smiled and grabbed it. Jude guides you guys away from the table, and suddenly, your guy's the song comes on. “This means so much to me. Thank you, Jude,” you smiled. He kisses your forehead, and you slowly dance to the song that holds a special place for both of you. “You know when I first asked you out on a date, I thought you hated me because you didn’t even look like you wanted to say yes,” Jude chuckles. You cringed at the memory, remembering how you I thought he was a total player. “But then you said yes after my constant pestering, and I thought I can’t fuck this up,” he says, making you smile. “After the date, I realized I needed you in my life. You were still questioning my intentions, of course, but I didn’t care; I was willing to take whatever you were willing to give me. Gosh, the months that we were just friends were draining because I had to hold myself back from flirting with you, touching you, reaching for you…but then I realized I needed to make a move before you became comfortable with us just being friends. I risked everything by kissing you even though I wasn’t sure how you felt about me. When you kissed me back, I realized one thing, I wanted you for the rest of my life.”

The song ended, and Jude pulled away. “I have another surprise for you,” he says. Another one? Jude wrapped his arm around your shoulder and turned, and in a second, The fireworks went off. “Omg, Jude!” You exclaimed while clapping your hands. Jude chuckles beside you, and you guys watch the magical firework. You were so mesmerized by the fireworks that you didn’t realize Jude’s arm had dropped from your shoulders. The next firework was brighter than the others and stayed up there longer. Your eyes widened, and your breathing tightened when you saw the words written on it. “Jude,” you mumbled and turned to him only to look down and see him on his knees with a ring in his hand. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked.

Epilogue

One week later

“Bruh, I can’t believe you did that,” Gavi slaps Pedri on the back while laughing.

Pedri groans and wants to take back a whole week of his life. Who let him drink with his asshole teammates that forced him to message his crush? It was humiliating because you left him on seen. “I hate all of you,” he said.

“Relax she has a boyfriend that’s why she left you on seen,” Gavi said. His effort of trying to cheer him up wasn’t doing much, especially with the teasing and laughing.

“Fiancé now,” Pedri corrected and shows Gavi the photo you took on a rooftop flaunting a diamond ring with Jude kissing your cheek.

You’re his crush, but he would never hit you up because he knows you’re dating Jude Bellingham, but his friends thought it would be funny. He was also drunk, and out of it, so he hit you up without thinking.

“That’s harsh, dude,” Gavi says while staring at his friend’s slightly heartbroken face. Pedri shrugged and grinned at Gavi, “yeah, coming from the guy that got a marriage proposal letter from Spain’s princess.” Gavi makes a disgusted face and shook his head. “Never happening.”



[blueaetherr]

can you write something like this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFDdKWHW/ with jude?

thank youu 💕

why wouldn't i?

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they pull the salt prank on jude

author's note: i would highly suggest watching the tik tok above, kinda(ish) gives context to the direction i took with this fic. enjoy, anon!

If there was one thing to learn about Jude, it was that he was kind, specifically a kind soul. He was careless yet careful and delicate. That, and everything else, was what many others loved about him; that was all that he was. On his good days, on his bad days, on those days where he wasn't provoked by any particular mood, he always came through to be kind—a gem—or simply, someone you wanted to be around if you weren't already.

It wasn't an aim, and it wasn't something that he tried to achieve or reach. That was just Jude, simply put; being kind—someone who would offer you a smile as he passed you, someone who would put others' needs before his own, someone whose hugs were calming and whole—was innate, uniquely something of Jude.

And this, by Jude, was projected to everyone around him. To his family, his friends, his partner, Y/N. From offering a hand when they reached the final step of the stairs to those compliments galore, and his ability to prioritise their peace of mind. His kindness, his pure heart, his personality, it could all stretch beyond wonders to reach Y/N.

But sometimes, or maybe more times than enough, did it go a bit too far or not far enough. For the soft soul he had, his kindness to his Y/N blinded him from potentially saying what needed to be said.

Y/N was setting up their phone when they heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Y/N laughed at the greeting, one that always remained sweet and adoring in their eyes. It also made them feel bad for the joke they were going to pull on Jude.

"I'm in here!" They called out, covering the spoon of salt with the pasta sauce.

Soon in came Jude, quickly coming by his partner's side and placing on kiss on the side of their head. Pulling away, he soon took notice of all the food in motion. "Oh my, God. You're making my favourite?" His face was beaming beyond one's usual timid happiness. He loved their cooking. It wasn't anything too simple or grand yet in his eyes, everything they made was some culinary excellence, tasting homemade. He couldn't deny any of their meals if he tried. And even if the meals were all too simple, he would remain believing that they were all too amazing.

"Thought you'd like some after training." Y/N shrugged with a small tug on their lips. Appearing somewhat nonchalant was the aim.

"You're amazing for this," he kissed their cheek once and then again, the second one lingering for a moment or two. "Thank you, love."

"It's just a little something. Speaking of," they mentioned as Jude wandered away to get a drink. Motioning to the pasta, they asked, "can you try this for me? I don't know if I put enough salt in it."

He nodded after closing the fridge and taking a drink of water. "Yeah, sure." Jude was always one to volunteer to do taste tests for Y/N before the meal was ready, wanting to make sure everything was all good for everyone else to eat.

"A'ight but careful," they warned as they held out the spoon with the pasta sauce on it. "It might be a bit hot." Chuckling softly as Jude blow on the spoon, they fed him the sauce.

Taking in a small breath, ready to sigh in relief and pure satisfaction, Jude's face quickly contorted. Initially, his facial expression expressed happiness that was wide and modest. But after the sauce rested in his mouth for far longer than it needed to, his face slowly deteriorated as it dropped a bit. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat, patting his chest. And yet on his face still remained a smile, one that appeared to be struggling and hurting. But a smile nonetheless; that was his intent anyways.

"So what do you think? Too little, too much?" Besides his facial expressions, they already knew that he wasn't feeling the food, not one bit. There was no oh that's really, really good! What did you put in it this time? There was also no I think I need to try it again just to make sure. His face remained so discombobulated and stressed that they had to contain themself from ruining the fun they were having.

Despite clearly not liking the sauce, despite the awful aftertaste left in his mouth, with his smile—gorgeous and kindly divine—he nodded and spoke, quicker than intended, "Yeah, yeah. It's all good."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Why wouldn't I?" Jude nodded, and this time with more conviction. If he was able to convince his partner to settle with his opinion, maybe he could then believe his own words. "It's great, like, really good. I mean—" He took another long sip of water; the aftertaste was far too strong and awful. "—maybe I would put a bit less salt in it. But other than that," he shrugged as his smile returned to his features. That struggle and hurt from before had faded for the most part. "it was great, loved it, really."

"And you're sure about that?"

Jude noticed a smirk slowly settling across their lips, making his smile falter a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't I—" His mouth fell open when he noticed the phone hidden by the knife rack. "No way! Why though?" He complained as he playfully shoved his partner who was in a small fit of laughter. The fact that he soon noticed the salt on the kitchen island behind them also didn't sit well with him, like he allowed himself to get played.

"It's just a bit of fun!" Calming down, sometime later or sooner, Y/N exhaled deeply as they got out their final laughs. "Why did you lie about that?"

"I feel like I have no room to judge your cooking skills with the ones I have," Jude admitted. He didn't cook or bake for them on the regular like Y/N did for him. If it wasn't them cooking or baking in the house, it was his mom, or their mom, or their sisters—honestly, anyone but him, even takeout beat him to it. It wasn't that he didn't try or that he was incapable in the kitchen. It was just for the best if he wasn't the one cooking. If there were other options than Jude then it would be for the better for everyone.

"Still though," they sighed, nudging him, "One day, which I hope never comes, I could accidentally do something wrong and you might just accept it."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, causing Y/N to laugh and Jude soon followed suit. And that was his denial voicing itself. They were right, and their friends were right; Jude was far too kind to criticise Y/N in any way, so much that he would accept their harmless mistakes without complaint. He wandered around the kitchen, aimlessly, "So if it actually doesn't taste like that, you think I could," shyly, Jude pointed to the pasta casserole, "you know?"

They couldn't help but roll their eyes, letting out a scoff. The appetite was still there and probably would remain for time to come. "Sure, why not?"

Offering him a small spoon of pasta sauce, making sure that it wasn't too hot, Y/N fed him the food. And there it all was, so clear and outstanding. His face grew with stunning delight, his eyes grew large with satisfaction as he dropped his head back, humming low. And there it was, that darling, darling smile of his, all at the cause of a sauce that Jude, personally, believed was cooked to perfection.

"You think I could try more of that?"

"Get changed, then we'll talk."

part 2

[jchnstones]

John Stones | Mini Valentines

in which john becomes his daughter’s first valentine, resulting in an excited Eden.

a/n: happy valentines day! back from the dead for one day only <3

when john stood at the letter box, fingers gripped to the card full of love, he couldn't help but think that this was a silly idea.

the previous night he'd clicked his pen and scribbled a quick message, signing it from a secret admirer. a glide of the tongue over the envelope sticks it into place, a last drag of the pen reads to eden. he hated the thought of boys one day sending his daughter cards that declared how much they love her, accompanied by bunches of flowers and cheap chocolates. that was his job, he thought, to love her so much she'd have no room left to fit anyone else's into her heart.

he sighs as the card leaves his his grip and falls into the red box, a snickered breath leaving his lips as he does so. perhaps it was silly, but at least her first valentines was daddy.

february 14th

Eden’s feet dangle from the stool tucked into the breakfast bar, her hands scooping up cereal with her spoon. you stand, arms crossed and back against the surface as you watch her, milk dripping from her chin as she licks her lips with every spoonful. "just like daddy, aren't you?" you mutter, fingers lacing through her hair. She beams, teeth showing briefly before she sloppily wipes her lips with the back of her tiny hand.

"and what's that supposed to mean?" john bounces through to the kitchen, one hand gripping a bunch of roses, the other some cards. “Postman’s been!” "john," you whine, lips pouting once you spot the flowers. "i thought we weren't doing valentines this year?" he holds them out towards you, bending over slightly as his lips pucker against yours. “can never help myself though, can I?” you take them from him, admiring their deep red colour before placing them on the counter.

"and a very special letter," john starts. he squints his eyes as he pretends to make out what the name says on the envelope. "for Eden!" she giggles, her palms clapping together as she watches her daddy place it down in front of her through the motion of an aeroplane. "mommy look." she struggles to hold the card, but once she has a hold of it with both hands, she waves it in the air to show you. "A letter for me." her cheeks bunch as her smile spreads across her face, into her eyes. john glows as he watches his daughter's excitement ooze from her bones. this is the moment he'd waited for for years. he glares over at you, pouting his bottom lip as his brows arch. how adorable.

"well open it then, lovebug." you call, watching as she stares at the card.

"daddy, what does it say?" Eden turns in her chair as she searches for john, who steps over to her. he takes it from her hands gently and bends over so his elbows are placed on the breakfast bar. you stand next to him, arm placed over his back as your head leans in to read along too.

“to Eden," john places his finger under the words as he reads, Eden’s eyes following along. her eyebrows furrow as her fingers rest on her cheeks. "i hope you have a great valentine's day and eat lots of yummy chocolates." she squeals as the thought of the sweet goods enters her mind.

“I love you to the moon and all the way back," the expression in johns voice makes your heart sink. he was so gentle with her, he adored her so much. "big bear hugs and sloppy kisses, love from your secret admirer." johns eyes gape at her as he closes the card, his lips tugging into a soft smile. her hands are now clasped over her open mouth, her little ponytails swinging from side to side as her body rocks through pure excitement.

"who is it?" she whispers, her green eyes studying johns face. he leans closer to her as you watch him, nose booping against Eden’s cheek. "well, perhaps we'll never know." he plants a kiss on her soft skin and slowly rises from his stance. he catches your eyes now and shares a content smile. to you, he screams of home and faint laughter from the next room; vanilla cupcakes on a rainy day and gentle fingertips tracing hearts on each other's back. he is warmth when it snows with hands like puzzle pieces so familiar to yours.

John opens his arm and scoops you closer to him, fingers squeezing around your waist.

[landoncrris]

Can you do one with mason where the reader was on a girls holiday or she was doing something for work in a different country then masons tells her he’ll pick her up from the airport and he forgets,so when she comes home with an Uber she finds him getting ready to go out and they have a fight but after the make up:)

forgotten - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

word count: 2.9k

You were on a girls trip for the past week, since your best friend was getting married soon and you decided to spend some time abroad. For her, it was the perfect way to relax since she has been busy organizing the wedding for the last few months. But also for you, since you have been busier than ever with work lately.

You spent the whole day lying on the beach, enjoying the sun and partying all night. So it was safe to say that you were more than ready to go home and spend a relaxing evening in front of the TV, snuggled up with your boyfriend. Who you missed more than anything, as you also barely spent any time with him lately due to your busy schedule. When he called you yesterday and asked when you would arrive, and then told you he would be waiting for you at the airport, relief flooded your body.

You called him as soon as you got off the plane and waited for your suitcase, but he didn’t answer the phone. You figured he was probably still on the road, so he didn’t pick up. But when you tried it again ten minutes later, he still didn’t answer the phone. You declined your friends’ offer to take an Uber together, thinking that if he was on his way, you couldn’t just leave yet.

But after you had waited outside in the cold for thirty minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t picking you up anytime soon. Which annoyed you, especially since you were tired and would have liked to just fall into bed. Your shivering body didn’t make the situation any better, and since you weren’t planning on standing in the cold, you weren’t exactly wearing warm clothes. However, there was also a part of you that was worried about whether something might have happened to him on the way. But you ignored that thought, thinking that he must have fallen asleep and didn’t set an alarm.

What you didn’t expect was that music was blaring from upstairs as you entered your shared home. You somehow managed to carry your things upstairs, which only made your mood even worse. And when you opened the door to your bedroom, the music got even louder, apparently coming from your bathroom. By then you guessed where he was and what he was up to.

He didn’t even acknowledge you when you opened the door, as he was busy looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his hair. It smelled as if he had showered not long ago, but he wasn’t dressed in comfortable clothes. No, he was wearing cargo pants and a grey sweater that was obviously sprayed with perfume, which you could smell even from your place at the door.

“Oh— for fucks sake, Y/N!” he suddenly yelled as he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He placed a hand on the spot where his heart was beating as he breathed heavily before a few breathless giggles left him. He turned down the music from his phone before walking over to you, placing his hands on your waist and his lips touching your forehead. In response, you didn’t move at all, not giving in to his touch like you normally would.

“Hey, love, I didn’t know you were home already.” he said softly before leaning in to kiss your lips. But you turned your head to the side before he could, causing him to furrow his brows. You could smell a small amount of alcohol on his breath, which only fueled your anger.

“What’s with you, grumpy?” he laughed, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. In response, you pulled his hands away from you and took a step back, his expression hardening as you were obviously not in a good mood at all. He just didn’t know why or what it had to do with him. You could read that in his face, which made you scoff.

“What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping away from you again to check the time and turn off the music altogether. But you decided to ignore his question, seeing that he obviously had to be somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“Out. With some friends. But i shouldn’t be long.” he said, as if it were no big deal. And it was in fact not a big deal to him. Apparently, he didn’t even know when you’d be home, which made you wonder if the rare free time the two of you got to spend together meant anything to him at all.

“You’re unbelievable.” you sighed, turning your back on him, thinking to yourself that you’ll just make the most of the evening by starting dinner. “You want to tell me what I did, maybe?” he called after you. But you kept walking anyway.

“If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

“Just tell me.” he sighed, putting his phone in his backpocket and walking down the stairs behind you. In the kitchen, you stopped and looked in the fridge to decide what to eat.

“So there’s absolutely no memory of you saying you’d pick me up at the airport?” He screwed up his face at that sentence, at which you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was silent for a moment, but you spoke up again just as he opened his mouth. “Oh right, I’m sorry, going out was more important, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were coming home tomorrow like you said you would.” he deliberately repeated your words to provoke you, which let you know that arguing with him was unnecessary at the moment. He obviously didn’t want to admit he was wrong. You put what you got from the fridge on the counter, not looking at him, and tried to calm down for a moment.

“I told you not even twenty-four hours ago that I was coming home today, Mason.” you sighed, while you started preparing your dinner, still without looking at him once.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I forgot, happens to everyone.”

“That’s not the point,” you groaned, finally looking at him as he glared at you from his spot on the other side of the kitchen island. He just raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to explain before looking at the time on his phone again. “I wanted nothing more than to come home and spend time with you. But no, you’re going out and forgot I was even coming home today.”

“What do you want me to do? I made plans with my friends first, I can’t cancel now.” he said. You then closed your eyes in frustration. Part of you still hoped he could stay, but the other, larger part of you just wanted him to leave because you were tired of talking to a wall.

“We made plans first tho.” you broke the eye contact and turned around, whereupon you heard him scoff behind you.

“Yeah, for which I thought was tomorrow.”

“Just leave, Mason.” you said, deciding that your evening would probably get worse if he stayed any longer and your argument might escalate because of it. What pissed you off again though was that he immediately did as you said and took his wallet and jacket from the counter, but before he left the room he muttered something else, “I’m late now anyway, thanks to you.”

After he left, you tried to make the most of your evening, showering after dinner and slipping into your pajamas before sitting down on the couch and turning on your favorite show. For hours, you told yourself, “Just one more episode,” and didn’t want to go to bed, even though you so desperately needed the sleep. Somehow you chose that excuse to keep waiting for Mason to come back, but you didn’t hear from him. All you saw was the picture of him that one of his friends had posted, grinning at the camera as usual. No sign of the little argument you had before he left.

Around midnight you finally decided to give up and go to bed, because waiting was pretty pointless, either you would ignore each other or fight again. But somehow you still couldn’t sleep properly, so a few hours after going to bed you heard him stumble into the house. But he didn’t come upstairs, which made you think he was trying to avoid you, when in fact you hadn’t done anything wrong. Unfortunately, he was just that stubborn.

As soon as you woke up the next morning, you remembered your argument from the night before, which made you want to go back to sleep and preferably not get up at all today. But you still had the feeling that as soon as you rolled over, Mason would be lying next to you, sleeping peacefully. But when you turned over, you found an empty bed and a completely clean room. There was no sign that he was in your bedroom, so you assumed he was sleeping in another room and wearing the same clothes as last night. Which only made you want to go back to sleep even more.

You weren’t actually mad at him for forgetting to pick you up or because he had plans with his friends, you just felt like he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him. Ever since you left for your short holiday, you had been counting the hours until you would finally see him again. But after he forgot about you, and after the way he welcomed you home, you were almost certain he wasn’t looking forward to your return as much as you were. Or as it seemed so far, not at all.

You did manage to get up after a while, though, especially since you were so hungry that you felt it would have been impossible to go back to sleep. When you went down the stairs, you definitely didn’t expect to notice the smell of food coming from the kitchen, since you didn’t hear anything from upstairs. And that’s why you expected Mason to still be asleep.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw him standing there in front of the stove, and he was indeed still wearing the same sweater as last night, except that he had gotten rid of his cargo pants, probably before he went to sleep. You saw him turn and look at you as you made your way to the fridge, but you tried to avoid any eye contact.

“Y/N.” he sighed, which sounded to you like he was annoyed. For a moment you felt bad, even though you had done nothing wrong.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” you said, quickly grabbing a yogurt from the fridge and wanting to head back upstairs where you couldn’t annoy him. But before you could leave, he stopped you by standing in front of you.

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,”

“It’s fine, I—”

“I made you breakfast,” he interrupted you, and a small smile appeared on his face as you finally looked up into his face instead of staring at your hands or his chest as you had been doing, “your favorite.” he added, whereupon you looked over to the counter where there was already a ready plate, so you guessed he was making himself breakfast right now too.

“You didn’t actually think making me breakfast was going to make everything fine again, did you?” you scoffed, trying to make your way past him, but he blocked your path with his arm this time, which certainly didn’t help your anger at him.

“Just stay and eat. Please?” at this you let out a defeated sigh and sat down on the bar stool across from the stove. You didn’t feel like arguing with him any further, especially not when he made you your favorite breakfast that you can never say no to. You just sat there for a few moments while you took a few bites of your food, still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted the silence between you, “I was an arse.” and you gave him a few more moments to see if there was more to his apology, maybe a better attempt than just saying “i’m sorry” but he said nothing more. Which only frustrated you that little bit more.

“It’s fine.” you sighed, trying once again to avoid another argument.

“You sure? Because a minute ago, you still seemed pretty upset.”

“I’m not upset, Mason.” you groaned, looking up at him you realized he wouldn’t recognize the secret message behind your words. And you weren’t in the mood to tell him, still ashamed of the fact that you clearly missed him more than he missed you. “Whatever, I’m not hungry anymore.” you said as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the bar stool, but he stopped you once again by stepping in front of you. You rolled your eyes. But he didn’t want you to leave while you were still angry, it was bad enough that you went to sleep angry because you promised that would never happen. Even though he knew he was the only one to blame, really.

“Y/N, talk to me, please.” he could see that something was bothering you, that you weren’t just upset or angry with him, because otherwise you would have acted very differently and certainly not as calmly as you were acting now.

“I’m not upset Mason,” you repeated what you had already said before looking him in the eye to tell him what you really meant by that, “I’m hurt.” you almost whispered, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, you spoke up and tried to walk past him again.

“It’s fine, really. I get it if you don’t want me around, so I’ll just spend the day with—”

“What?” he said quickly, pulling you to him by your wrist, whereupon you fell silent. “Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you around?”

“Because of how you acted.” you admitted, and as you looked into his eyes, you noticed that tears were threatening to spill over yours. At that, you looked down again. You didn’t even know what exactly had you so emotional, you just knew that you had missed him like crazy and that finally being with him again but not being able to do or say all the things you wanted to do because he had caused a stupid fight, was even worse than missing him.

“Y/N.” said Mason, trying to get you to look at him again. But when you didn’t, he forced you to look up by putting a hand under your chin. And when he too saw the tears that were in your eyes, his heart clenched. He hated seeing you like that, and knowing he was the cause of it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. He pressed his lips together into a line as his hand moved to your cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he thought of the right words to say.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I missed you so, so much— God, I don’t know why I acted the way I did. I had this whole perfect day planned today and I was so looking forward to it. I have no excuse for forgetting you and then acting like that, I was a total arse, but I really am so fucking sorry. I swear I will never hurt you again. Or make you feel like I don’t want you around, because if I could, I would have you around every second for the rest of my life, Y/N.” Mason said, all while never stop looking you in the eye. And even though part of you was still mad at him for what had happened, you believed him. That was more than enough to make you smile a little at that moment.

“Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” he said, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it. While his heart was pounding in his chest, afraid that what he said wasn’t enough. Though he really couldn’t blame you if you were still mad at him.

“For starters, you could finally hug me and welcome me home properly.” you said, which elicited an adorable smile from Mason. He didn’t have to be told twice, because he longed for it as much as you did, so he immediately wrapped his arms around you. As a result, you wrapped yours around his waist and hugged him tightly, while your head found its usual place right under his chin. Making him put his chin on your head, and as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo, he finally felt at peace again.

However, your moment was interrupted by a loud stomach growl that made you both giggle. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before breaking away from the embrace.

“Maybe you should eat your breakfast after all, love.”

[ladymarycrawley]

And I love you like never before - John Stones

Request: It’s your wedding day, but you’ve both agreed to see each other before the ceremony for a first look of your dress/his suit etc. and John asks you to tie his tie for him? And he’s just gazing lovingly at you whilst you tie it/he can’t believe how lucky he is? 

Warning: just one of the cheesiest pieces I’ve ever written. (I miss John sfm)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​ @stonesyy​ @johnstonesfc @prideofpd​

What if your future husband asks you to do such a dangerous thing such as seeing each other the day of your wedding ceremony, before saying "yes I do", pushing your luck?

At first you were skeptical about it when John asked it, begging you to be more realistic, as he was dying to see you in your wedding dress before walking down the aisle. You would have preferred to avoid it mainly because of the popular belief that it would have jinxed the whole marriage but the thought of seeing your boyfriend looking flawless in his suit was stronger than any possible bad luck.

You had to do it on the sly though as neither of your friends nor family would have agreed on you doing that so you just met in one of the empty rooms of the nineteenth century manor you would have celebrated the ceremony at.

You both excused yourselves from all the people around you saying you would have liked to go and take some air as you were growing impatient and nervous within each passing minute.

To be completely honest you weren't that comfortable in doing that because you were somehow scared the bad luck spell could have affected you, ruining your perfect day and what you hoped to be, your perfect marriage. John,on his part, insisted on seeing you so bad, promising that was just a popular saying and nothing bad could ever have happened. 

You let out a final, deep breath before meeting his needs.

You were nervous, quite nervous, about the whole thing you were going to face and your shaking legs were there to witness it.

The sudden sound of someone knocking on the door of the room where the meeting should have taken place made you shiver and wince, as you said "come in". John's beautiful face, perfectly shaved just the way you liked him to be, just with a hint of stubble, popped out from behind the door with a big grin.

"Hello there"

You smiled, a nervous smile as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hey"

You didn’t know whether to gasp or cry when you took in his tall figure wrapped in that expensive, dark blue suit. He looked so handsome, god-like. The most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on.

"You look gorgeous" You managed to say with a feeble voice, barely audible.

"Hey, are you okay? Where's your dress?" He asked, a bit concerned about your reaction and about the fact that you might have changed your mind.

"I'm fine, yeah" As an answer to his second question, you pointed at the white dress hanging on the door of the light wooden closet.

"It looks beautiful, wear it" His sweet encouragement made the first tears of the day roll down your cheeks.

"Damn John, you can't ruin my make-up yet" You giggled, your fingers tapping lightly on your face.

He giggled back, wrapping his hands around your wrists, pressing a kiss on your right hand first then passing to the left one before taking his lips closer to your forehead. 

"I didn't say anything. Too soon to cry, my love"

"I'm so nervous"

"You don't have too, everything'll go great"

"We shouldn't be doing this"

As the least superstitious person on Earth he was, he rolled his eyes. He just wanted to have you all to himself before anyone around would set their eyes on both of you, commenting on your dresses, how many kisses you gave each other and all of that that meant nothing to him.

"That's okay, nobody has to know we've seen each other"

You swallowed, getting lost in his eyes.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

He bent over a bit to reach your height and to meet your lips to kiss you but you moved your head to the side to dodge him, letting your lips graze against his nose instead. 

He looked confused by your gesture as you would never avoid his kisses.

"Don't wanna kiss you till we're husband and wife"

John scoffed, tucking a strand of your hair styled in soft waves, behind your ear.

"You're lucky I love you"

"You're the luckier one"

He smirked and playfully slapped your butt.

You smiled and finally took the dress from the hanger and went behind the room divider to put it on: a beautiful long sleeved one, with balloon sleeves, not too broad, and a square neckline making you look so elegant and sophisticated. 

"Let me see how gorgeous my future wife is with her wedding dress" The husky voice John said those words with made form a knot at the pit of your stomach. Maybe it was the infamous butterflies mixed with the nerves of the moment; a lethal mix you wouldn't recommend anyone.

"Do you want me to button it up?"

"I - I think I can do it" You stuttered while managing to adjust the dress over your body.

The moment you came in sight again, John couldn’t help but gasp: you were a vision in that dress that hugged your body perfectly, his beautiful princess. He let his eyes roam over your figure, biting on his lower lip while doing so.

"I know my make-up needs to be fixed and I still have to put the veil on" You justified yourself as if he could move some critiques towards your look.

"You're perfect"

"Thanks" You blushed, smiling shyly at him.

"You're my gorgeous baby" He cooed in your ear, kissing your temple "can't wait to call you my wife and take this dress off of you tonight"

"Well, maybe I'll change into another dress for the reception so you won't get the chance to take it off"

"Don't play with my feelings" 

You smiled, placing a kiss on his chin.

"We can have a quickie now, you know" He muttered as his hand was already making his way down your legs.

"JOHN!"

"It’s just a suggestion! Oh wait, you want to wait till we're married?"

"Yes"

"Aww, you're so sweet you want me to be your first and only one"

"You're such a dork"

"That's why you love me"

You mimicked his voice, brushing your nose against his. Behind him there was the pair of slingback heels you were going to wear on that special occasion and, even though the heels weren’t that high, you were still scared to fall and cause everyone to laugh at you. You kept your stare down on his white, immaculate shirt while running your hands over his light tie to adjust it.

"I'm afraid to fall though" You murmured under your breath. referring to the pair of shoes.

John chuckled, earning a glare from you.

"There's nothing to laugh about!"

"Yeah, I'd appreciate that"

"Oh you want me to say one of those things like "I'll be there holding your hand the whole time, if you fall we fall together" something like that?"

“Or “what if you fly?””

That line and the way he pronounced it, with a stupid, high pitched voice, made you burst out in a fit of laughter.

“Let me fix your tie, you dumbass”

“Yes please, it looks hideous” He asked  you in a chuckle. His look upon you was adoring as you were busy undoing the knot around his neck to make it look a little more neat. He felt the luckiest man on earth to get the chance to call you his, to have you as his wife for the rest of his life. Your children would have been blessed by having you as their mother as you were amazing, the most amazing woman according to him.

It was a matter of hours before you two would marry each other, you soon would get to call him, the love of your life, your husband. It still seemed unreal, too good to be true.

"Much better now" You muttered, placing your palms flat on his perfectly ironed light shirt.

He squeezed your face with his hand to bring your lips closer to his and left a peck on your wrinkled lips, due to his grip on your cheek "You're gorgeous" He whispered on your lips before kissing them.

"John! My make-up!" You whined about the kiss he just stole from you.

"I'm sure they'll fix it in a couple of minutes"

You giggled, rolling your eyes as they fell on the clock ticking, striking one hour closer to the fateful moment.

"You should leave, I have to finish getting ready"

John nodded, giving you one last look before walking towards the door.

"Do you love me?" You asked him all of a sudden.

"No"

"Dickhead"

He giggled at the way that foul word left your mouth, his head popping from behind the door, the only thing visible of his statuary body.

"I love you like never before"

You blushed madly as he closed the door with a soft smile on his lips before disappearing behind it.

When you entered the venue you were already a sobbing mess as your father was guiding you towards John. The City defender had a proud smile gracing his features, the look of wonder in his eyes as he took in your flawless figure covered in that white dress that looked amazing on you. Your soft and wavy hair would gently bounce over your shoulders with your make-up finally on point. Gladly the sheer white veil covering your face was covering your glassy eyes as well so you could hide your emotions a little more.

That last sentence you exchanged before meeting officially in front of all your loved ones wasn’t something he said just for the sake of saying some sweet words to you, it was from one of your favourite songs ever, Songbird by Fleetwood Mac, which happened to be the song you swayed to as your first dance as husband and wife. It was still something your mind was ignoring though, as you had to attend the whole ceremony first before finding out about John’s sweet surprise for you.

Your dad patted your hand lovingly and gave you a kiss on your temple before leaving you next to your fiancé who smiled and lifted the veil from your face.

"Hello there" He whispered, beaming.

"Hello to you" You whispered shakily, trying your best to stay calm and avoid fainting. Your fingers shaking against his.

"Everything’s okay" John answered back, in an attempt to calm you down, brushing his fingertips against yours in an almost imperceptible way.

The nerves were eating you alive but you were also the happiest woman ever, marrying your best friend and the love of your life.

When the moment of the exchange of the rings arrived you couldn’t control your tears anymore: when John promised to love you forever, in sickness and health till death do you part, warm tears started rolling down your face, making your soon to be husband smile as his eyes got watery too. The way he softly took your hand in his to slip the golden thin ring over your finger made you feel so loved, so lucky to have him in your life.

You did the same with his bigger, veiny hand and it was so soft and warm you didn’t want to let it go, you would have liked to feel his touch over your skin forever.

Gladly the moment when you were officially declared husband and wife arrived and he could finally kiss his bride.

"It was about time" He muttered over your smiling features before crashing his plumpy lips against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss.

The moment the reception was about to start, meaning you were finally about to find out what song you would've made your entrance to. As you entered the venue hand in hand with him, for the first time as Mr and Mrs Stones, everyone around was watching you both in awe, that same adoring gaze you had while walking down the aisle to reach him waiting for you at the altar. Your friends gushing over how beautiful you were, made you smile even wider, as your husband's friends and teammates would cheer on him. 

When you heard the notes of one of your favourite tunes playing in the hall, you freezed in your place as your body got covered in shivers and your eyes filled with emotional tears.

"I hate you" You giggled looking at John whom you knew was the only person to “blame” for the song choice.

In response he chuckled and took your hands to start swaying around, as if you were the only souls in the room, dancing as if you were in your own dimly lit kitchen by yourselves.

You turned red as tears started rolling down your cheeks again, hiding your head in John's neck. You were a really shy person after all so you being the centre of attention and being "exposed" like this made you want to hide and what better shield than your 6 foot 2 husband?

"Are you already regretting marrying me?" He asked ironically, alluding to your no-stop tears.

"Shut up" You chuckled, his cerulean eyes looking right into yours. The sight of his perfect face so close to yours made you feel the urge to graze your lips against his once again, ever so softly.

"How do I look as Mrs Stones?”

"Gorg, it suits you perfectly” He kissed your lips once again. You grazed your thumbs against his light stubble before complimenting him back.

“You are not bad yourself, you look quite good as Mr Stones”

"Can't wait to have you all to myself. I love so fucking much" He whispered against your ear, kissing your temple.

"We have all our life ahead of us and I love you so fucking much too"

"And I love you, I love you like never before"

[riceybaby]

should we just keep driving? 🤍 - mason mount (fluff & smut)

synopsis: you and mason take a roadtrip down to his hometown

warnings: breast play, oral (f+m), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, praise kink (f), cum play, softdom!mason and harddom! mason, masturbation (f+m)

“Is it too windy? I can close the roof back up for you if you want.”

Usually when Mason has an away game far from home, you watch the game on your tv and then get woken up at 4am to the sound of him revving his car on the driveway and trying, but failing, to sneak quietly into bed next to you. This time however, you had decided to go watch the game in person with him. He had a week off after this match, and you had managed to get yourself a couple days off work, so you both agreed that Mason would travel up with the squad, you would travel up in your car and then you’d take a roadtrip down to Portsmouth together to spend some time with his family. Whenever you had been before, Mason had taken you around the landmarks and most famous places, but this time he had promised you he’d show you the places that meant the most to him, where he grew up and found his feet, and you couldn’t be more excited.

“No no it’s fine, I like it like this” you replied, squeezing his hand that was on top of yours, whilst his other was on the wheel. Even when doing mundane tasks such as driving he found a way to be close and touching you, his favourite way of showing his love for you. Your plans were to drive half the way, stop off at a hotel on the outskirts of Portsmouth tonight, and then he would take you round tomorrow before you meet up with his family. You were simply just enjoying this moment, the summer wind blowing your hair, your boyfriend’s thumb rubbing against your hand and listening to your joint playlist, when one of your and his favourite songs comes blaring through the speaker. The two of you make eye contact and laugh, him not letting go of your hand as he moves to turn the music up, and starts drumming on the wheel. It was a well rehearsed routine, the two of you taking turns singing your lines to each other, before the chorus when you both screamed the lyrics out into the motorway wind for no one to hear but each other. The smile on Mason’s face was wide, it was rare the two of you got to spend as much time together as he would like so the thought of being stuck in a car with you for the next day sounded like the perfect idea to him. He planned on spending all day making you laugh today, fucking your brains out tonight, and then taking you round his secret hideouts tomorrow.

“Let’s play I Spy, oi don’t look at me like that” he says when you roll your eyes and laugh at his childish antics. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how he never let fame get to his head, never felt like he was too serious or important for anyone, and in fact was often the most immature person in the room.

“Alright go on then, I’ll start. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D.”

He looks around, genuinely confused because nothing that he can see begins with the letter ‘d’. He racks his brain trying to think what’s in the backseat, yet still nothing he can think of would fit.

“Oh, drink?”

“Nope.” He’s a sore loser and the most competitive person you know, so you can see how desperate he is to get it, refusing to lose something as simple to you as I Spy.

“Fine, I haven’t got a clue.”

You lean over him to readjust his mirror that was previously flipped shut, making sure he could see himself in it. “Dickhead”

He looks at you with eyes full of annoyance but the biggest grin on his face, refusing to admit he had just lost to you winding him up. “No that doesn’t count, you don’t get that point. I get that point.” It was amusing to you how even now he was still refusing to admit the loss.

“Alright Masey, if it makes you feel any better you can have the point. Your turn anyway.”

“Ok, I spy with my little eye something beginning with…P”

“People?”

“Nope”

“Pringles?”

“Try again”

“Passenger seat”

“Still no.” His eyebrows were raised with a big, goofy smile on his face and it kind of melted your heart at what a big kid he really is.

“Tell me then Mase.” He turns to look at you, abandoning the road and the cars in front of him, a bad habit you frequently tell him off for, as he would much rather be looking at you instead.

“It was prettiest girl in the world” he says, no tone to his voice to indicate sarcasm. You can’t help but spit out your drink laughing, knowing your boyfriend’s flirting skills were something rather pathetic, but he tries anyway.

“You’re so gross I can’t believe you actually just said that” you chuckle, wiping up the water that was still around your mouth.

“It’s not gross it’s meant to be romantic Y/N.” His ego bruised a little at the way you were still chuckling to yourself, but he also knew it was his favourite sound in the world and he would embarrass himself a million times over just to hear it once.

“No I know, it’s cute really” you lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek, giving him another when he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture. “Oi” you say, prodding his cheek with your finger. The car slows down as you hit a red light, and he more than returns the favour as he grips your face in one of his hands, the other resting at the back of your head. He messily slams your lips together, aware that he’s only got around 20 seconds until the light goes green again. You’re both aware that with the roof down anyone and everyone could see you, but with how good the other tastes neither of you care. His tongue’s sucking yours, him wanting to feel every bit of you that he can until you hit the next red. Your bubble is broken by the honking of other cars, and when you turn to look why you see the light has gone green. Mason however couldn’t care less, still trying to find your lips again.

“Green Mase” you mumble against him, pressing butterfly kisses to his chin.

“Hmm?”

“Green, the lights gone green.” He lets out a frustrated groan as he turns back around and continues driving, not before muttering a ‘love you’ into your neck.

The rest of your journey is filled with more singing, Mason stopping on the brakes whenever you try to take a sip of your drink, and you passionately throwing yourselves onto each other at every red light you get to, counting down the minutes until you get to your hotel room. You’re sat scrolling through tiktok, showing him any funny ones that you know he’ll laugh at when the sound of your stomach rumbling rips through the car.

“There’s a services station just a mile down, wanna stop and we can get some food?” He asks, turning on his headlights as the once blue sky grows dark.

“Yeah that sounds good, could kill for a burger right now.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get there, you two parking up before walking in. He tells you to go to the toilet and he’ll order both your food for you, and you walk back out to find him waiting for your order next to the sunglasses stand, wearing a pair of ridiculous bright neon green ones.

“What do you think?”

The poor boy genuinely has got no fashion taste, and has no idea how ridiculous he looks right now.

“I mean, they’re better than your godawful white ones?” He sticks his tongue out at you for this, remembering the mini argument you had before he left for Wimbledon about what glasses he should wear, you defiant that the white ones were the worst you’d ever seen.

Picking up a pair of tropical blue ones with giant pineapples on the side, he walks up to you and tucks your hair behind your ear before putting them on you. “Well aren’t you just the prettiest pineapple I ever did see.”

“Shut up” you laugh, turning around and noticing the photo booth. “Wanna get in?”

The pair of you pull across the curtain and go in, Mason sitting you down on his lap. You choose the setting of four long strip pictures, before deciding on your poses.

For the first one the two of simply smile at the camera in your glasses, you noticing how his smile can still be seen even in the reflection of the screen.

CLICK

For the second one you both pout and fold your arms, with you resting your head in the crook of his neck.

CLICK

Next you cup your hands on each other’s faces, attempting to kiss but you’re both smiling so hard it ends up being more like a clash of teeth than a clash of lips.

CLICK

For the last one you both stick out your tongues like you planned, but Mason turns your head so you’re facing each other, causing you to essentially lick each other’s tongues.

CLICK

“Told you you were gross”

“Hmm you love it” he replies, leaning in for another but being interrupted by the sound of your order number being called. You stumble out of the booth together, him picking up the pictures and making your way to the till. Both of you had completely forgotten about the glasses until the worker makes a joke about them, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Mason however couldn’t care less and instead walks over to the vendor selling them, asking how much they are. After paying he walks back over to you, taking yours back off your face and putting them in your bag. “They can be our roadtrip souvenir.”

You make your way back to the car, quickly opening the burger and taking a bite. The thought of food had been on your mind for hours and you can’t help but let out a moan when you eat it, failing to notice the way Mason’s trousers became a little bit tighter. Him staring at the food doesn’t go unnoticed by you though, so you open the fries and feed him one, to which he kisses your fingertip as a thank you.

“I really shouldn’t be eating these you know”

“Mase one fry isn’t going to get rid of your abs. Or two” you say, putting another one in his mouth. “Or three.” He hums at the taste and licks the salt off your fingers, and immediately after lets out a yawn.

“You ok? Want me to drive for a bit?” You run your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“No it’s alright darling, we’re not even 5 minutes away now.”

And before you knew it he was right, the hotel now in sight. The grip he has on your thigh tightens as he makes a sharp turn, leading you to think about every little thing he’s going to be doing with his hands for the rest of the evening. It only gets worse when he starts to reverse into the parking spot, for some reason the sight of him leaning his arm on your chair as he looks back turning you on more than it should. You both get out the car and he opens the boot, picking up all of your bags.

“You look sexy when you drive you know” you murmur into his neck, licking a stripe where you left your words.

“Don’t think I won’t fuck you on the hood of this car for everyone to see Y/N, because I will.”

“…I wouldn’t say no to that” you give him an innocent smile, letting your hand drift down to his stomach, toying with the waistband of his Calvin’s.

“Go up now and wait for me on the bed, I’ll bring these up.”

You practically run up to your room, unlocking the door, and taking it in. The two of you hadn’t booked a fancy one, but it was still very nice, with a balcony overlooking the town, and in the background you could see the sea. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind, you followed Mason’s orders and took off your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie and sat down on the bed. The second you got comfy you heard the door opening, and your boyfriend walk into the room, chucking your bags down on the floor. As he looked up and saw you, he cursed under his breath, taking in the sight. You were wearing his favourite set, a very sheer but very detailed black bra, with straps falling down to your panties which left very little to the imagination.

“You’ve been wearing that all day?”

“Mmhm, was wearing it all through out the match under your jersey, and all through out the car ride.” He lets out a groan, throwing his top and trousers off, before climbing on top of you. From this angle he had your boobs practically in his face, and your pussy right inbetween his knee, and it took everything in him not to bring you to orgasm by grinding it into you right there.

“Well then baby, we’ve got the whole night and the whole room to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” His eyes were darker than usual, his bottom lip cracking as he bit it, yet he still wanted to know you were enjoying whatever was going to happen.

There was a tentative tone to your voice as you replied, knowing he would be down for anything but still slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t we try something we’ve never done before?”

“Like what”

“I don’t know.” He knew you too well, he could tell there was something in the back of your mind that you wanted to try, he just had to get it out of you. His lips came to your neck, and his hands dug in at your waist, slowly rubbing the skin there.

“Yes you do, tell me”

“I, I wanna watch porn together.” A smirk flashes across his face. To everyone else, you were the sweet, innocent good girl, and yet none of them knew you were lying underneath him in a hotel room begging him to watch porn within you.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You sit up and open your laptop, ready to find a site.

“So Mase, what do you watch when I’m not there”

He opens his phone and goes on the private tab, scrolling through the sites on there. He seems disinterested as he looks, all that was coming up was stuff he watched when bored and you weren’t available to answer, nothing that he watched for fun. Until he stops.

“This. I like watching girls get themselves off.” This wasn’t exactly a surprise to you, thinking about the countless times he’s asked you to masturbate for him, whether that be on FaceTime when he’s away, when lying down next to him, or in front of the mirror while he’s sat behind you holding your legs open.

“Ok, we can watch that.”

You type the words in, scrolling through the videos to find one you like, getting distracted by Mason leaning over you, sucking on your neck and holding onto your hips. Unbeknownst to you, your neck is littered in a trail of hickeys he’s left, in a slightly misshapen heart, one you’ll find difficult to cover tomorrow morning. As you decide on one, you gently lift up his jaw to redirect him to the screen, and you sit there drawing shapes on his shoulder.

You can’t see the girl in the video’s face, the frame stopping just as it gets to her neck, but the rest of her is in view. As she moves, Mason copies her movements onto you. When she pushes her boobs together he grabs yours, paying extra attention by flicking your nipples with his thumb. She takes off her bra and he takes off yours, bending down to suck on your boobs. Her moans and his touch cause you to get wet much quicker than you usually would, knowing Mason’s going to be rock solid when he finally peels your panties off you. He moves between the two of them, making sure they both get enough attention, enjoying himself a bit too much to notice that the girl has moved on while he’s still there. You push his head down until he gets to your panties, and he looks back at the video to see the girl rubbing herself over them. He takes two of his fingers, finds your clit and lightly puts pressure over it, copying her moves exactly. She spanks her clit over her underwear so he does that to you, the moan that you let out sounding like music to his ears.

She kicks off her underwear, and spreads out her legs showing her pussy off to the camera. He kneels down on the bed and rips yours off with his teeth, groaning when he sees your wetness leaking out of you already. “Shit baby, you’re that wet already?”

“Mason touch me, please”

“Nah-uh, not until she does.” The girl was still showing herself, gathering herself on her fingers and spreading her lips out, and Mason uses the time to tease you, running his hands up and down your thighs, caressing the inside but skipping over the parts you want him to touch the most. She turns on her vibrator, placing it on her clit and lets out a soft scream at the sensation, causing you to rub your legs together and him to start delicately palming himself over his boxers.

“We should of brought yours” he says into your ear, licking down from it to your jaw.

“I think you’ll do just fine.” You can’t help but moan at his movements, the simplest touch driving you crazy. He instead uses his fingers, rubbing your clit in soft circles, finding the rhythm you’ve taught him to use. “Good girl baby, fuck you look so pretty spread out for me.”

“All for you” you whine back, not able to focus on anything but the feeling of him working you. The girl increases the intensity of her vibrations, so Mason increases the pressure, watching you buck your hips up to try and get more and roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“Mase you’re so fucking good, just like that.”

“You look absolutely gorgeous, look at the way you’re begging for more.” As he says that, the girl starts fingering herself, wasting no time in going straight in with three fingers due to how wet she was. “Do you want that baby? Do you want my fingers in you?”

“Please Mason please, I need you.”

He starts gentle, pushing one finger in, groaning at the squelch it makes, then a second, and then a third, until he’s got three of them slamming inside of you, curled perfectly to meet your g-spot. His tongue replaces his fingers on your clit, sucking and flicking you so well it takes everything in you not to scream.

“There’s no one around baby, let me hear how it feels, I need to know”

A stream of broken screams come out, unable to get the noises you want out because every cell of your body was telling you to just focus on the way his body felt against you. You had almost forgotten about the video, until you heard a splash hitting her hardwood floors, both you and Mason looking up to see her squirting and whining. The hand that was previously on Mason now goes under his boxers, pumping himself up and down quickly. The sounds you were making were getting him close, and now that was nearly taking him over the edge.

“Masey, I’m gonna cum”

“Cum nice and loud for me then.”

The vibrations of him talking against your clit finished you off, his fingers digging perfectly into the spot that sent you spiralling. It felt like everything went white as you let go, your juices trickling out of you and onto the sheets and him. Your scream of his name must have been audible for miles out, you letting out everything you had just for him. As you felt your breathing go back to normal, you brought his face up to yours, giving him a kiss and wiping away the bit of you that was running off the end of his nose.

Your attention was brought back to the video, where the girl was now on her hands and knees, fucking herself doggy style with a dildo. Mason came up behind you, teasing his cock that he had finally let out in your folds, getting the tip soaked. She took her dildo out, spanking her clit with it a couple times before fucking herself again, and you knew what was coming. The head of his cock hit your already sensitive clit, causing you to groan and whimper at the same time. He repeated the movements until he couldn’t stand it anymore, desperate to be inside of you, but loving the way your legs shook with every spank you took. Without warning he plunged inside you, thrusting as hard as he could. The position meant you both got to watch the video while taking one another, getting closer to the noises her mouth and pussy were making as she rammed the toy inside her.

“Shit baby, can you feel that as deep as I can?” he asked after readjusting slightly, his dick now the furthest inside you it had ever been, you not knowing it could reach this far. You couldn’t answer him, as hard as you tried to no words would come out, but the death grip you had on him told him the answer was yes. Instead all you did was wail. His cock was hitting every spot you needed it to, and all you could do was let out noises you knew he was going to tease you for.

“Is that all you can do?” he asked, lowly growling the words into your ear after bending forward, “are you that much of a slut for me that when you’ve got my cock you can’t do anything else? Just sit there, take it and whine about it? Always been my fucking whore haven’t you.”

“Yes Mase, yes.” He spanked your arse at that response, telling you that you should know better than that.

“What was that?”

“Yes daddy”

“Good girl baby.”

The girl on the video reached her high, letting out a sound Mason had only heard you make a couple times before, after hours of edging and teasing you, before she slid the dildo out and ended the video. Now with it just being you two, he’s desperate to finish and starts pounding away at your pussy, fucking it so hard you think it might break. One hand reaches down to your clit, the other to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides, pulling out every trick he can to get you to cum faster.

“Y/N baby I’m gonna cum”

“Cum inside me, please”

“You sure?” You don’t reply but just clench down, milking it out of him. The two of you reach your high at the same time, his hot cum coating your walls while you feel every bone in your body going fuzzy, causing you to shake and scream.

“Shhh baby I’ve got you, fuck that feels good doesn’t it, it’s ok let it out for me.”

You collapse on top of him, feeling him leaking out of you and his kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me gorgeous, I wasn’t too rough at the end there was I?”

You reassured him that you enjoyed it, before turning round so your back was flat against his chest, finding his fingers and interlocking them with yours. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how he’s proud of you and how excited he is for tomorrow, placing kisses to your neck, back and face inbetween praises. You slowly drift off to sleep, him watching how peaceful you look before doing the same himself.

The next morning you wake up to the sun filtering through the room, a slight pain on your hips from the bruises Mason left the night before but you would happily take them all over again. Your mind wanders to a fantasy he told you about recently, how he wants to be woken up by a blowjob, and you thought to yourself what better time than now.

Untangling your arms from him, you crawl down and gently turn him over so that he’s on his back, to be met with his cock flat against his stomach. You lick a strip up him, getting him wet before moving down to his balls. You take one in your mouth and one in your hand, playing with them as if you had all the time in the world, which you did, before switching. You could feel Mase stir slightly below you, knowing he would be up soon. Your tongue licks round the head, tasting his precum before bobbing him up and down your throat. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, working up to taking all of him.

“Well good morning to you too” you hear a raspy voice say, decorated in sleep. Looking up you’re met with his brown eyes, watching every movement of your mouth, transfixed on the way he can see the bulge of him in your throat. He had been having a dirty dream about you anyway, so it didn’t take him long to get there. His hands came up to your face and he took control slightly, fucking himself up to meet the thrusts of your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming” To that you moaned, wanting to finally taste him. He came in spurts, shooting down your throat, but the load was so heavy you couldn’t keep it all in. He leans forward, licking his cum that had escaped, up from the base of your neck to your lips.

“Morning baby” you smile, pecking his lips. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

You weren’t planning on going for another round in the shower, but when he took the soap and started massaging your boobs with it, you knew exactly where you were heading. Still in the spirit of trying something new, Mason takes down the shower head and angles the water pressure first against your boobs, getting your nipples hard, and then your clit. Your fingers grip into his back, trying to keep yourself up as he relentlessly circled the water against your clit. He moves so that you’re stood directly in front of him, your back to his chest, and he lifts your leg to the side giving him the access he needs to make you cum all over again. His hand takes yours, passing you the shower head. “Finish yourself off for me.”

He can tell you’re a little unsure of how to work it, usually just sticking to your fingers or your vibrator or your pillow, so he puts his hand back over yours and moves it with you, then taking it off once you start moaning again.

“That feel good?”

“Fuck it feels good.”

You cum for the third time that trip, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, causing him to lean down and kiss you as he plays with your nipples. You lift the shower head up, going to put it back on the stand before he grabs it again, pressing it back against your clit. “Give yourself another while I fuck you, one last one.”

The sound of the water running drowns out both your moans as he slides himself inside of you, everything soaked. His cock pounds into you, him leaning back slightly for leverage. You can hear him trying to control his breath, grunting through his teeth but your pussy is so good around him he’s finding it hard. He drills into you harder and harder, his hands on your waist now to fuck you down onto him. Your clit’s so overstimulated and sensitive, but you can’t take the pressure off, desperate to feel how good the high will eventually be.

“Mason” you moan, vision going blurry.

“Yeah baby?”

“Mase” you moan even louder, not sure why you’re saying his name, you just need him to know how good he’s making you feel. You press the shower head flat against you, humping yourself over it as you cum, insatiable in your movements.

He pulls out and cums with a load groan of your name all over the small of your back, watching it run down your arse and into your folds. His face falls into the crook of your shoulder, moving his hands to wrap your waist.

“You’re insane” he smiles into you, pressing light kisses and rubbing a hand over the top of your head. “I love you so much”

“I love you two” you whisper back, rubbing your hands over his arm and melting into his gentle sways. But then you get an idea.

“Wanna taste?“ you cheekily ask, running two fingers through your folds. He gives you a very quick yes, so you turn around and lift your fingers up to his mouth. His hands hold your wrist, guiding your fingers onto his tongue where he licks them clean. “ ‘s like fucking heaven, wait here, I’ll get you a towel”

The rest of the morning is spent with the two of you giving each other soft aftercare, him dressing you gently, careful to kiss any bruise or hickey he comes across, trying to remember how you got each one, and you ordering some breakfast for the two of you, sitting on his lap as you eat the croissants watching an episode of Friends.

You pack up your car and set off again, the mood of the drive much quieter this time. You’re simply just enjoying the comfortable silence you have together, him still not taking his hand off of yours. Every now and then one of you starts a conversation, him pointing out someone he used to know, and you mentioning how pretty the town is, but for the most part you both sit there basking in the afterglow.

He stops the car outside a big park, surprisingly empty for the time of day and the weather. Once he’s out the car himself, he comes round to your door, taking your hand and leading you up to the gate.

“So this is where I pretty much spent most of my childhood.” he says, smiling at the memories he has. “That gate over there is where my mum screamed at me after I snuck out in the middle of the night to play football, I learned to ride my bike on that bit over there” he points to a patch of path the other side, where a young girl was currently whizzing around on her bike, still with stabilisers on.

“In fact” he says, climbing up the hill towards a tree, “this is where I had my first kiss, right against this tree.”

“Oh so I see, this is just where you take all the girls you’re shagging then huh?”

“Only the really pretty ones.” He grabs your hand and pushes you against it, a sweet, innocent kiss just like he had here all those years ago, but this time it was with the girl he planned on marrying. You laugh into the kiss, stopping only to look at his brown eyes and the crinkles around them, which got bigger every time he looked at you. “Come on, swings are free.”

He sits on the swing set, you coming to sit on the one next to him where you both gently lift yourselves up. He looks back over at the little girl on her bike, now having took the stabilisers off and being wheeled around by her parents. “I was thinking maybe we could teach our kids to ride their bikes here.” The second the words leave his mouth he feels shy, you’d talked about having kids but never concrete plans about where you would raise them, and now he felt like he’d overstepped the mark. “You know, if that’s something that’s, you know”

“I’d love that Mase” you interrupt, watching the smile on his face grow. His phone went off, him looking down to see he had missed texts from his brother and sister, asking why the two of you were so late.

“Oops, looks like we should go.” You walk back to the car, but grab his hand right before he can open the door.

“Mase.”

He looks confused, normally you’re one to hate being late so he can’t understand why you’d delay yourselves even further.

“Thank you, for everything, this weekend. I love you”

“I love you too Y/N.” He presses one last sweet kiss against your lips, before you both get in the car and drive off to see his family, smiling to himself about how he couldn’t possibly love you more.

[cityzenchick]

That moment when .......... Jack has spotted you in amongst a group of cheering England fans, maintaining eye contact and smiling as he sips his drink ....... suddenly he declares out loud in his broad Brummie accent, "Don't look now lads ........ but I think I've just spotted my possible future missus .....", to which John and Harry immediately turn their heads, their eyes fixing on you in the same way that Jack's did ....... "ay I thought I told you not to look!" giggles Jack enjoying the fact that he saw you first ............

[elisascore]

the little things - mason mount x reader

hi :) this is my debut small fic revolving around the domestic concept of doing somebody’s necklace up for them. read here for my about me!

warnings/notes: this piece describes the reader as wearing a dress and uses feminine pet names such as ‘pretty girl’.

the exciting evening ahead of you had yet to begin as you got ready, after being invited out to a group meal and drinks by mason. him, alongside a few of his fellow england teammates and their partners, were all going out for a meal to celebrate their recent achievements on the field. you of course were therefore invited too, being more than happy to spend time with him and his football family.

giddy anticipation fluttered in your stomach, even after many months of dating and attending multiple similar occasions such as this one. everything still felt as if it were the first time; mason had always made you feel this beaming warmth, which has never faded with time. you were also excited to spend time with some of his teammates and their partners, as you’d got to know them well over the recent months. they were all just as welcoming as mason was at your presence in his life.

“you almost ready, love?” you heard mason call from the bedroom, his voice travelling through to where you were stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

“almost! just give me 5 more minutes,” you returned, fixing up the last touches of your makeup.

you were finally almost ready, giving your appearance another once over in the mirror, content with the way your dress hugged your body in just right places. it was a simple yet extremely flattering dress, and you smiled satisfactorily at your outfit choice for the night.

just as you were finishing up, you suddenly remembered the final additions to your outfit had yet to be added: jewellery. walking into the bedroom, you opened the top draw of your dresser, fishing out a bracelet, earrings and necklace that all matched. after slipping on the bracelet and quickly putting on the earrings, you walked over to mason in the hopes for some assistance with the very final touch.

“do you mind helping me put on my necklace, please? and then i’m ready,” you questioned, causing him to turn around from where he was stood fixing up his shirt sleeves.

his eyes twinkled upon seeing you in your dress, looking you up and down. it wasn’t in a sexual way, but in more of a ‘i cant believe they’re mine’ way, adoration instantly seeping its way onto his features.

with a grin, he reached out his hand to take the necklace and you turned around, making sure your hair was to the side to make it easier for him. he gently placed it around your neck and clasped it securely, letting it drop down your front, complimenting your look perfectly. before you turned around, you felt his lips lightly press a kiss to the back of your neck, sending a shudder down your spine. you couldn’t help but smile at the simple interaction you just shared, a warm feeling filling you once again. you loved mason’s small ways of showing affection - he didn’t always have to tell you he loves you, he often showed it instead.

finally spinning around to face him, soft smiles adorned both your faces as his hands came up to sit on your waist. you couldn’t help but lean in, kissing him gently as your arms naturally found themselves around his neck. you felt him smile into it, deepening it ever so slightly before pulling having to pull away.

“you look amazing, pretty girl.” his words were laced with sincerity as he looked into your eyes.

“thank you, you look very handsome yourself,” you giggled, his compliments still having the same effect on you several months later.

“ready to go now?” he finally removed his hands from your waist to check his watch as he asked, noticing it was almost exactly time to leave.

you nodded whilst reaching over to pick up your bag from the dresser, feeling his hand take yours as you walked over to the door. you gave his hand a small squeeze as you left the house, even more excited for the evening ahead.

a/n: thank you for reading :) i’m also really keen to find and interact with other authors and football blogs, so feel free to give me a shout if you are one! -el

[fodenswhore]

What I think the England NT players would be like on a night out together…

lol as i’m writing this england are getting beat 1-0 against italy xxxxx

jordan henderson

one of the dads. his partying days are long gone, you won’t catch him getting mortal. he’ll have a few pints but will leave it at that - he doesn’t want to disappoint the missus. you’ll find jordan in the corner of the pub/club with harry maguire and harry kane (the other dads) observing the rest of the lads and making sure they don’t get into too much trouble.

harry kane

harry is the head dad so he sticks to soda water or pepsi instead of alcohol. he’ll be the one to wrap things up at the end of the night and make sure everyone gets home safely. he’d probably be the only sober one out of all the lads tbf.

harry maguire

the final dad. big hazza would have one or two pints and would sip them slowly so that they last. you wouldn’t find him on the dance floor as the only dance move i reckon he’d be able to master would be the shuffle. he’d definitely message his wife with hourly updates and send her photos of his half finished pint captioned with the ‘👍🏻’ emoji to show that he was being sensible.

jack grealish

does. not. know. his. limit. jack would definitely be the most shitfaced out of the group. he’d be throwing back shots like it’s water and then he’d encourage everyone around him to join him. he’d end up with a killer hangover in the morning but would have absolutely no regrets and would be out the following weekend doing it all over again.

mason mount

mason basically just acts more and more like a child the more drunk he gets. 100% takes over the dance floor with dec causing the rest of the group to laugh and shake their heads. is always up for doing shots even though he knows he shouldn’t. is most likely to be the one throwing up in the toilets.

declan rice

mason 2.0 except maybe worse. dec sober is chaotic so imagine him drunk😭 absolutely tears up the dance floor and demands that ‘ice ice baby’ is played every two minutes. his go to dance move is doing knee slides across the floor like a kid at a school disco.

ben chilwell

loves the sesh. is the type of drunk to lose his phone on a night out and not realise until the morning after. doesn’t dance but loves a good sing along. will most likely be sorting his hair out in the toilet mirror whilst mason throws up.

kyle walker

everyone avoids him bc when kyle gets drunk he just talks utter shit. like way more than usual. if he manages to rope anyone into conversation he’ll just waffle on about literally anything and ask stupid philosophical questions like ‘what is the meaning of life?‘ or ‘do you think we live in a simulation?’

john stones

john gets more merry than drunk if that makes sense. basically, he drinks more than the dads but doesn’t drink as much as jack, mason and the young lads. he tends to avoid the dance floor however if valerie by amy winehouse comes on he’s up in a flash dragging kyle with him.

jordan pickford

pickford’s definitely a bit of a moody arse until he’s loosened up and had a few drinks. i think he’d be a bit like john, not too drunk but definitely not sober. when he’s had a drink i reckon jordan would make conversation with anyone, he seems like he’d be a good laugh. if he does get really drunk he’d be in the middle of the dance floor requesting hardcore drill songs.

phil foden

phil would definitely get ID’d multiple times throughout the night. he’d end up having to get the other lads to buy his drinks for him just to save the hassle of explaining his age. jack would definitely take the piss out of him for it, i can imagine him saying something like ‘awww is ickle phil too young to drink?’.

trent alexander arnold

sticks with the dads. you won’t get him on the dance floor but he does try to persuade hendo to have a little dance. trent doesn’t look like he’d drink beer so i reckon he’d drink lager or cider instead. or maybe gin idk. he’d convince the DJ to play dua lipa and then - only then - would he have a sing along.

[rubenfinity]

season's end ⤷ mason mount instagram au

genre: fluff

summary: as it was the final chelsea match of the season, your boyfriend mason invited you to the bridge.

note: a short and wholesome instagram au inspired by recent photos :)

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[corriganatheart]

hey could you write some fwb with jude plss make it long ofc if it’s possible <33 loved your writing

Jude was doing everything he could not to look your way, but it was hard, especially when your face was all flushed and your laughing was the only sound he could hear despite the stadium being filled with hundreds of fans. When you told him that you were attending his game, he acted cool about it, like he didn’t care, but deep down, he was delighted and excited to show off. That was all until he saw your plus one or, as Marco whispered in his ear, “your date,” before the little snake ran off laughing.

It was annoying, really, because he had many “plans” for the both of you after the game. Sure the plan might have something to do with you getting bent over in the locker room or getting finger on your way back to his place, but it all came crashing down when he spotted your plus one. You have started becoming close to a particular person from another team, and he wasn’t fond of that. You said he was your best friend, but Jude started as your friend too before the sexual tension became too much, and you both devoured one another during a drunk night at a party. After that, things got a little awkward, but you both couldn’t deny your attraction to one another. So you guys agreed on having sex with no strings attached. The rules were pretty simple, don’t catch feelings. He doesn’t remember who came up with that rule because now he looked stupid. Instead of focusing on the game, his mind was elsewhere, and although it didn’t cost the team any goals, it cost his pride.

Jude can’t deny that he was slowly getting attached to you. He met you through Trent, a friend of yours, and from the beginning, he knew he was in trouble. You caught his attention from day one, whether because he wanted to be friends or was curious about you; either way, he was fond of you. But Trent warned him not to do anything stupid because you were a good friend and he didn’t want to see you in pain, but who said Jude was going to hurt you? Sure he had broken hearts and hook up with plenty of girls, but that didn’t mean he was a jerk. If you wanted to hook up, he would’ve dragged you into Trent’s room right then and there, and if you didn’t want to, he would’ve accepted that too. Sex was always mutual with him, and he never returned to the same girl until you.

“Bellingham! Get your mind in the game!” Marius shouted in front of him before he glanced over at you and shook his head. Jude embarrassedly looked away after you finally made eye contact with him. No one knows of your sexual relationship with him; they just thought you were friends, and some thought you were Trent’s girlfriend, but that was debunked after you constantly showed up to Jude’s games without Trent. The older players, mainly Marius and Marco, can sense the tension between you two, but it was hard to conclude that you guys were hooking up since you would shamelessly get trapped in the other player's flirtatious advances. In the beginning, Jude didn’t mind because you did agree to see other people as long as you guys didn’t have sex with them to avoid complications, but Jude doesn’t remember the last time he was caught up with another girl. You have become the only girl in his life.

After scoring a goal, Jude runs around the stadium, waving to his fans until his eyes find you again. You were smiling and clapping your hands for him. Only for him, and he waved at you. Jude was going to mouth something until your friend slid his phone to you, and your attention diverted to the bright screen. He frowned and went back on the field with one of his teammates patting his back.

After the game, you wait for Jude outside of the locker room. Your friend has already left and insisted that you go with him, but you wanted to congratulate Jude on his win personally. It has been seven months since you started your secret hook-up relationship with Jude, and although you didn’t want to admit it, you began to like him beyond the sexual attraction. Jude was a sweet guy, to begin with, and you have always liked him, but Trent had warned you about his fuckboy ways, so you avoided his advances. But things changed after a game night at Trent’s place, where everyone got too drunk, and you went home with Jude. Absolutely no one knows about the arrangement, not even Trent. He has been a brother figure to you for a long time, and if he finds out that you are sleeping around with his best friend, he will murder Jude. That is why when you attend one of Jude’s games, you try to bring along someone, particularly a boy, to avoid any misunderstandings.

“Hey!” You happily said, causing Jude to turn around. He was in the middle of changing his shirt when you walked into the locker room after everyone left. “Hey,” Jude smirked and walked over to you, and leaned in for a kiss. “Congrats on the game,” you said, your arms now wrapped around his neck. Jude smiled and decided it was ok to leave his shirt off. “You didn’t seem to be invested in the game, though,” he frowned. You rolled your eyes and pinched the side of his face. “I was, but then my mind was focusing on something else,” you said. Jude stared at your smile; by now, he knew your body language more than anyone. People might think that smile is innocent and sweet, but he knew it had a different meaning. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking?” He asked, his hands now placed on your hips. “I was thinking about how hot Jude Bellingham is and the many things I would let him do to me,” you whispered, just in case someone was outside, although by now, they should all be gone. Jude smirked and pecked your lips one more time before leaning close to your ears and whispering, “wanna know a secret?” You lift an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. “I would absolutely do unimaginable things to you within a heartbeat.”

The sexual tension between you and Jude was always high, but something about this time was different. In the locker room, he absolutely devoured you, making sure you couldn’t stand by the time he was finished. After that, he carried you to his car and didn’t hesitate to touch you on the way to his house, saying dirty things that were way beyond this world. And when you guys got to his house, he wasted no time and carried you to his room and ripe all your clothes off. Jude was always rough, but today he was more rough than usual and more talkative than usual. He made sure you responded to all his demands and would stop moving his hip if you didn't. It was like he was reminding you of who you belong to, even though you guys aren’t together.

Sex with Jude has always been incredible, he was a pleaser, not a taker, but he enjoys it when you dominate him and loves it when you risk it all for him. He can also be very gentle sometimes. Like when he found out you failed an exam, he made it up to you by buying you food and watching movies until things got heated. Jude was also a sucker for cuddling after sex. It was weird because a fuckboy would never want to cuddle after sex, so when you first ask him about that, he shrugs and says he has never gone back to a girl, neither less cuddled with one. And casually says that you were the first girl he has ever been with more than once, and although it shouldn’t have, that made your heart skip a beat.

Like usual, you are wrapped around his sweaty body, listening to his breathing. Jude was exhausted from the game and the celebration sex. But he didn’t want to fall asleep because the last time he did, you left his house, and when he woke up, you posted on your Instagram story of you at the club with Trent and some other dudes. And what made it worse was that Trent is his best friend, and he should be telling these things to him, but Trent would murder him if he brought up this again.

“Stay,” Jude murmured when he felt you shift a little. You look up at his face, and his eyes are closed; his breathing is stable, and his face looks relaxed. You smile and trace his jaws; what a perfect face he has. “My friend’s birthday Is tonight. He expects me to be there,” you whispered. You feel Jude’s body tense up, and he tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “The friend you brought along?” He asked, his eyes remaining closed but the relaxed expression noticeably being replaced with a mix of anger and sadness. “Yes, Jude,” you said and pecked his tensed jawline. Jude didn’t say anything; the only noise coming from the room was his breathing and your own.

“You never spend the night here,” he mumbles. It was more for himself than for you; it was a gentle reminder of what this was. “Trent shows up to your place unannounced all the time; we can’t risk it,” you say and wrap your arms around his waist. “Would it be such a bad idea to tell him?” He asked. Your eyes widened, and you looked at Jude in shock; he was talking nonsense. “You know Trent will kill you, especially since this is a casual sex arrangement. I don’t want your friendship to be ruined because of me,” you said, trying to put some sense into him. Jude didn't respond; he let go of you, and immediately you wanted his arm back around your waist. As much as you wanted to stay with him, it would only complicate things. From the start, he agreed that this was just friend-with-benefits arrangement, and there was no further than that. Even if he was to let his guard down, you couldn't let yours down. Jude's friendship with Trent was at risk, and you didn't want to be the cause of that. Gosh, you are such a bad friend to both of them.

"Jude," you called out to him after putting your clothes back on. He was still in bed, naked and pretending to be asleep. "I'm leaving," you said. It was weird; you could've just left without letting him know; it has always been like that, but you've become so accustomed to staying a little longer after the sex that letting him know that you are leaving became a natural thing. Do people even do that after a hookup? "I'll see you at the same time in a couple of days?" you asked, even though it has become everyday. After a long pause, Jude finally acknowledges your words. "Sure," he bluntly said without opening his eyes.

"Yo, this party is wild!" your friend automatically said as soon as you stepped into the club. "Yeah, crazy wild," you said while looking around the pack place with several celebrities in sight. Is that Neymar with a couple of the other Brazilian football players? "Is Trent coming?" you yelled through the loud music. Your friend rolled his eyes and pointed to the upstairs of the club. "Already got his tongue in some girl," he shrugged. You just nodded, not really feeling the music or the environment. You don't know why your stomach felt uneasy after leaving Jude's place. If he had asked you to stay again, you probably would. As much as you don't want to admit it, that man has so much effect on you, and he doesn't even know it. He could keep you hidden from the world forever, and you'll be ok with that. He could call you a fuck buddy forever, and you'll be glad. He could wake you up at 3 in the morning just for a quickie, and you'll enjoy it to the fullest; but knowing the fact that he has so much control over you only scares you more. You guys never discuss it, but when would this arrangement end? Eventually, Jude would find someone, maybe one of the numerous models in his DMS, and you'll eventually have to move on with your life, but you guys have never discussed it. And you weren't looking forward to that day.

"Helllloooo Y/N!" your friend's loud scream took you back to reality. Right. You were in a club, not between the sheets with Jude. "I asked if you are going to sleep with that guy other there," your friend shouted, and your gaze followed his. Your eyes landed on a pair of brown eyes, which were barely noticeable, but the light he was under gave him all the justice he deserved. He was extremely handsome, sipping a glass of alcohol while staring at you. His braids were tied back, and after noticing you staring back, he shot you an enchanting smile that you eventually recognized. You have seen many fan edits of this man on TikTok, mainly because he always smiles before scoring a goal. Rafael Leão was his name; he plays alongside Christiano Ronaldo in the Portugees team and is one of the upcoming youngsters, Jude's rival.

You awkwardly shifted your gaze away from his after Jude once again, made his way into your mind. Gosh, you would usually be drunk by now, but why did you think about a guy you promised not to fall for yet stupidly did. If Trent found out, he would've cockily said, "I told you so," while comforting you through the rejection. "Oh, by the way, one of my victoria's secret model friends is very into Jude, and she wants his number," your friend said casually. You looked at him in shock; he was playing a wingman for his friend? And a victoria's secret model at that? How can you compete with that? You huffed and pushed your way to the bar. Some people called you names, but you didn't care; you just wanted to drown yourself in alcohol. "About the number," your friend said while typing on his phone, probably that high fashion girl. "Why can't she just message him on Instagram?" you bitterly said while telling the bartender what you wanted. Your friend looks up from his phone and stares at you before giving you a confused look. "Yeah, about that," he said, sounding slightly puzzled. "She did several times and even asked him that in person, but he rejected her and said he was already seeing someone." Your friend waited for you to respond, like a confirmation, but you just looked at him in shock. Jude was seeing someone? Could he mean you? There was no way he would've rejected someone like her for you, but again he also didn't hide his Instagram DMS and rejected or blocked them in front of you. Gosh, your mind was going crazy with this new information.

"Are you spoken for?" the husky voice that suddenly invaded your thoughts caused you to jump a little in the stool. You turned away from your friend to see Rafael standing before you. One of his hands is in the pocket of his jeans, while the other is holding the cup now filled with a different color of alcohol from before. "Excuse me?" you asked, still shocked that this guy was standing before you. Just recently, you have seen his face everywhere on TikTok, but now he was actually chatting with you, maybe trying to flirt. "Is this your boyfriend?" he asked while staring at your friend, who was obviously shaking from the glare that Rafael was throwing at him. "no-no boyfriend here," he mumbled and sent you a good luck look before staggering back into the crowd. The bartender had already placed your drink on the counter and was making drinks for other customers by the time you remembered the drink you ordered. You didn't hesitate to start drinking it, might need it more than ever.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Rafael said while sitting beside you. You realize the music wasn't as loud anymore, and you could hear him just fine, or maybe it was because he was so close to you. "I-ahum. It's fine," you mumbled. Rafael shot you that famous smile of his, and you realize it might actually be genuine. "I saw you walking in; you looked, and correct me if I am wrong. Out of place?" He asked. His question caught you off guard. Did you really look that unimpressed by the party? I mean, anyone would do anything to come to this party, but you were noticeably annoyed to be here. "It's my friend's party," you shrugged. Rafael hummed and continued to examine you, and maybe he was judging you or checking you out; you can't really tell. "What about you?" you asked; he didn't seem to enjoy this too much either. Instead of dancing with the girls gawking at him, he was openly chatting with a random girl that was only known to be friends with famous soccer players. You waited for him to say something like, "I needed an easy hookup," or "I wouldn't have met you if I didn't come," but instead, he said, "my girlfriend dragged me here." You nearly saw your life flash before your eyes. This man has a girlfriend, but he was over here wondering if you were spoken for? Oh gosh, you can only hear the news tomorrow. Girl caught trying to seduce Rafael Leão even though he has a girlfriend. You can already see the number of hate comments about how you don't deserve to be best friends with Trent or Jude; not like there weren't comments like that already.

"Tsh," your horrified face must've amused Rafael because he was chuckling under his palm, trying his best not to tip over the stool. What was so funny? "You could've seen your face," he said and continued to laugh. Yup, he was drunk. "What's so funny?" you scruffed, causing him to enjoy himself more. "Were you joking?" you asked, wanting him to say yes. "porra não!" he exclaimed. "I do have a girlfriend, but she is upstairs getting fuck by her ex," he said. You blinked and blinked again. No, don't tell me. "Yeah, it's who you are thinking of," he shrugged like it was nothing. "Are you trying to get revenge or what?" you cross your arms. Rafael stares at you like an idiot, causing you to loosen your arm. "No. I was genuinely interested in you."

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"For fuck sake," you mumbled and forced yourself to reach for your phone through the headaches and muscle aches. "Who the hell," you grumble while opening your text message; it was from your friends, Trent, and other family members. Your eyes search for Jude's but was only left disappointed after realizing he hasn't texted you since you left his place. You open Trent's message next, which was so long that you thought it would never end. You scan through the sentence, still half asleep. It was about the party and how he hooked up with a girl, and suddenly the text became violet and the word fucking Rafael and boyfriend in one sentence got your attention. You immediately rose from your bed, forgetting that you have a hungover, and clicked on the attachment Trent sent. It was an article and a picture of you and Rafael at the party. They had to choose the most intimate photo, only Rafael leaning into your ear while you laughed. It was a casual conversation, yet they made it seem like this wasn't the first time you had spoken. And to add to the mix, the article mentions you being a long-time friend of Jude Bellingham and you were betraying him by dating his rival. That was nonsense; Jude never said anything about Rafael being his rival; it was the internet's doing.

You immediately wanted to disappear as you hid your face in the pillow. This was all a big misunderstanding. You never went home with Rafael; he did make sure to call you an uber and threaten to murder the guy if anything happened to you. He also tried to get your number, but you declined and said you already have someone. Your drunk self also talks about your complicated love life, and Rafael voluntarily gives advance, and that was why you guys were whispering and laughing, and at the end of the night, he wanted to be friends.

You wanted to kill yourself, but it seemed like that wasn't an option when the loud knocking on your door caught you off guard. You groan and hurry to open the door after the knock gets louder and more aggressive. "Fuck I'm coming!" you yelled and swung the door open only regretting it after seeing Trent's angry face. He barged into your house, and you wanted nothing more than to hide away. He looks pissed, extremely pissed, while his arms are crossed, glaring daggers at you. Shit.

"Care to explain?" he asked. You bite your lower lips and look away, seemly embarrassed. "Really, Y/N? out of everyone, it had to be Rafael Leão? Fuck, I wouldn't even care if it was Richarlison or Bellingham, but it was that dude. The guy that everyone keeps comparing to Jude and me. The guy I nearly fought once, and I was given a red card because of him!" You were following Trent's every move and were watching him like a hawk. He looked displeased and disappointed, but who was he to judge? He was helping someone cheat yesterday. "Trent, you are not one to judge!" you yelled while pointing the finger at him. He was taken aback but was waiting for your next words. "You were the one fucking his girlfriend, and she was your ex at that!"Trent's eyes widened, and you wanted to frame his reaction; finally, you got him.

You watch as his face goes from shock to a confused look like he doesn't remember a thing. Of course, typically Trent. "Really, Trent?" you asked? Now you are the one with a disappointed look. "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know it was her?" he exclaimed with his hands dramatically on his chest. "You don't know who you fuck?" you asked; the least he can do is at least remember her face. "And by the way, I didn't do anything with Rafael. He wanted to chat, and then we parted ways," you bluntly said. This causes Trent to sigh in relief. "Thank goodness because I almost regretted saying yes to Jude," he mumbled. You raise an eyebrow, frowning at what he just said. "What are you talking about?" you asked.

Jude stares at the screen in his hand; it is filled with a news article about you and Rafael at the party. His brother had texted him this morning and asked if it was true, but he didn't know what to say because he didn't know. Morning practice was also chaotic because he wasn't focused. His teammates were irritated by that but paid no attention after Marius whispered something. He was jealous; of course, he was; why wouldn't he? You literally ditched him after sex for this party and ended up getting cozy with someone everyone claims to be his rival. It also didn't seem like this was your first time getting cozy with him, but this was the tabloid's doing; he knows you better than that.

Jude ignores your incoming call again; this must've been the 10th time this morning. It was hurting him to not answer your calls, but it was also hurting him to hear what you have to say. Was it to break up the arrangement with him because you found someone? Was it to tell him about the fun times you had? Or maybe it was a slight chance of you finally explaining a questionable action to him. He feels guilty that he was dwelling over this, especially since you guys aren't nothing more than sex partners. There was literally no reason for him to be jealous or sad over this, but he was letting his feelings get the best of him. Getting rid of you was harder than he thought, but it made it worse to think that he was also replaceable and there were other soccer players into you. Wanting to be in his position. Jude groans at the thought of that and angrily shuts off his phone.

Jude's shoulder slumps while reading Trent's numerous messages about talking with you this morning, how it was all a big misunderstanding, and so forth. He didn't need Trent's confirmation that this was all a misunderstanding, yet he was still bitter. The jealous reaction hadn't left his chest yet, and he was still ignoring your calls and messages. You guys weren't anything but fuck buddies, so what was even the point of getting upset? You had the right to go fuck around with anyone, and so did he. Jude scrolls through his Instagram dm, and fresh messages from many girls pop up; he angrily pressed on one of them and was angrily texting them, and at the last moment, an image of you flash through his eyes, and he pauses. Why was he hesitating? He used to do this always, setting up times to meet with a girl to relieve his stress. So why was he hesitating to send the message?

Oh. That's right, you have been the only girl on his mind ever since you smiled at him for the first time.

"What's going on, mate?" Marius's voice causes him to look up. He thought he was the only one left in the locker room, but Marius must've sensed something. "Still about the news? You know how the tabloids work." Jude sighs, puts his phone down, and continues putting on his socks. "If you love that girl, just ask her out," Marius said casually. Jude stops in the middle of rolling his socks up and stares at the older man. "Love?" he asked, dumbfounded by the word. "Yeah. I mean, you are wrapped around her fingers," Marius said while grabbing some stuff out of his locker. Jude doesn't say anything to the man; he has never thought of love because the feeling is so indifferent. That is something out of his vocabulary. "I-I don't th-" Jude paused and looked at the amused man looking down at him. He was enjoying confusing Jude. "Come on, Jude. You guys aren't slick. I know you guys have been doing the deeds for a while now, and I assume that was the arrangement since she brings people to the game," he shrugged before putting a hand on Jude's shoulder. "But you, my man, has caught feelings and doesn't know what to do with it. I understand that can be confusing, and that's fine, but you are in love, mate. But you both are too dumb to admit that to one another."

You frown at the image displayed In front of you. It was a picture of the famous model talking to Jude and touching his muscles. This was posted by a news outlet a couple of minutes ago, so it wasn’t that long, meaning he might still be out there. Your heart dropped, remembering that you hadn’t seen Jude for over a week now, and after he ignored your calls for so many days, you decided to give it a rest. He would tell you when he was ready to talk.

The caption says that the model was out for dinner with a couple of friends and bumped into Jude and his friends and joined them. It seems that way from the look of Jude’s bored face in the photo, yet you still felt sad. Was this how he felt when he saw the picture of you and Rafael? If that was the case, you don’t blame him for ignoring you. It has only been a week, but so many things happened in that little time. For example, Rafael’s snake ass decided to follow you on Instagram, causing more speculation, and he texted you saying it was to help you. Trent wasn’t too happy about that but was still embarrassed about what happened at the party, so he didn’t go as livid as the first time. Speaking of Trent, you still can’t believe what he told you that morning. He has known of your relationship with Jude for a while because Jude asked him to allow you to be his. Trent wasn’t happy about it but agreed after Jude begged on his knees. Trent never said if Jude’s action was because he wanted to continue the friends-with-benefits arrangement or because he really wanted to be with you. It was complicated because you don’t remember Jude ever being serious with someone, and the last relationship you had turned out to be a failure causing you to lose interest in a serious relationship. But if you were given this chance, you don’t think you’ll ever say no to him.

You were in the middle of brushing your when Trent decided to call you; you rolled your eyes when you heard him out of breath, and it was definitely not from playing soccer. “Seriously, Trent?” You asked and listened to some muffling followed by the door slamming. “What? I’m on vacation right now. Can’t I get dirty a little?” He asked. You huffed and tied your hair up in a messy bun, it was past midnight, and you really didn’t want to hear about which girl he was fucking. “Oh, by the way, I saw the pictures. Don’t let it get to you. That’s not his type,” he said, and you hear the sound of a car unlocking. You rolled your eyes and went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Trent did you just leave a girl alone?” You asked. Trent took a while to answer, but you could hear the yes from the other side. “You fucking idiot, I told you to stop treating girls like trash!” You scream through the phone. You hear him clear his throat on the other side before he casually says, “they know what they were getting into. It’s either sex or no me.” You frowned and were about to give him a sister talk when you heard your doorbell ring. The line was quiet, and so were you. “Aren’t you suppose to be out of town?” You asked. “I am Y/N,” you hear him say. You gulped and started making your way toward the door while listening to Trent speak nonsense about girls and how he would only have dated a girl if they had these aspects. You slowly open the door and nearly scream when you see who is standing in front of you.

Jude was still dressed in the same outfit as he wore in the picture, and both of his hands were in his pockets while he was staring you down. He smells like alcohol but looks sober enough to be here, ready to talk. Jude took you in from head to toe, and when his eyes went back to yours, they softened, and you were trying not to lunge at him and apologized. Jude then adverts his eyes to your phone, which is still placed over your ear, and then he looks back at you, demanding an explanation. Your eyes widened, forgetting that Trent was still on the phone, completely oblivious about what was happening. “Hey Trent Ahum-,” you didn’t get to finish because you heard the panic in Trent’s voice. “I-I didn’t describe you! They just have similar aspects to you! There is no way-noway I would like you more than a friend. Hahah you must be crazy to think I like you,” you were taken aback by what he said. What was he even blabbering about this whole time? Oh, right, he was talking about the type of girls, he would be serious with. “Hey Trent, Jude is here; I’ll talk to you later, ok?” The other line remains silent, so you decide to hang up; you’ll catch up with Trent some other day.

“Hey,” you said and smiled at him. Jude continues to look over your face before glancing at your lips and then back to your eyes. “Nothing happened between that girl and me. She just bumped into us, and she knew one of my friends, but there was nothing else.” You slowly nod and gesture to him to come In, but he shakes his head. You felt a sting in your chest. “I wasn’t ignoring you; I just needed time to think about what to say to you and how to do this properly.” He continues to say. You sighed and shook your head, “Jude, I should be the one apologizing. No-“ this boy did not want you to say another word because he completely ignored you and continued with what he was saying. “I haven’t reach out to you because Marius’s crazy ass told me that I might be in love with you and I didn’t know how to react to that because we made it clear that we are friends with benefit yet I was still jealous when those pictures of you and Rafael was surfacing but I was too scare to let you know in case you wanted to break things off and I would go crazy without you and I hate myself for agreeing that we were never going to be anything but fuck buddies because my stupid ass caught feelings not knowing how you would feel and this is all new to me yet I want it to be with you, and I needed to think things through on how I’ll break the news to you,” Jude was out of breath by the time he reached the end, and you were too stunned speak. He did not pause once to catch a breath. “Jude what news are you talking about?” You hesitantly asked.

Jude stared at you for at least a few minutes before he sighed and turned his head to the side before nervously looking back at you again. “I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he said.

For the next couple of minutes It felt like time went by slowly. You guys were staring at one another as if nothing else mattered and that you’ll both disappear if one of you moved or blinked. Jude still has his hands in his pocket, and your hands are still on your side. The sound of a television playing in your bedroom can be heard in the background, and the sound of drunk teenagers driving past can be heard behind Jude’s back. Your mind went back to that night when you made a promise to Jude that you won’t catch feelings, and you can’t remember him saying the same thing. It must’ve been you who only imagined that he had the same idea as you. You swore he said something down the line similar to that, maybe it was Sure. I’ll comply with your request, although it’ll be hard. You smile up at him, and his eyes soften, shoulders finally relaxing, and hands finally out of his pocket. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and lift your toes. He placed his hands on your hips like where they belonged…where they’ve always belonged. “I love you too, Jude,” you whispered.

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“Seriously baby?” Jude huffed, causing you to pinch his cheeks. You’ve just posted on your Instagram story of him sleeping earlier today, and he didn’t like how he looked, but you thought he looked so cute. “What? This is the cutest thing on earth!” You exclaimed, causing him to roll his eyes and wrap his arms over your shoulders. “The boys are going to tease me again,” he groans and lays his head back on the couch. You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the lips before going back on your phone again. “Look, babe Rafael is trending on Twitter for scoring in the Switzerland game,” you said and showed him a video of Rafael scoring and his teammates jumping on top of him. Jude frowns and pulls you closer to him. “I can’t believe the little ass followed me on Instagram and said that he helped us get together,” Jude groans as he pulls out his phone. You chuckled when you saw the text exchange between him and Rafael going from topics about you to soccer tips. “We’ll if it wasn’t for him, you probably won’t realize your desire for me,” you teased. Jude nods in agreement and places a a soft kiss on your forehead. “I know, baby and Trent is to thank, too,” he laughed. You nod and look back down at your phone but not paying attention to the screen. Trent… he hasn’t hung out with you and Jude since you made your relationship public. He did send a congratulations text, but after that, he made his presence rare in both of your lives.

“You hear me, baby?” Jude’s question brought you out of your thoughts. You raise an eyebrow, and Jude chuckles, “I said let’s make a baby,” he smirked. You blinked. And blinked again. “Jude Bellingham! You pervert!”

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desire - Mason Mount

warnings: english is not my first language. smut, oral sex (F&M) Be aware its my first time writing smut.  not proofread, might be mistakes Feedback is always accepted <3

summary: you can’t take your hands off your boyfriend

You slowly wake up as the alarm from your phone rang non-stop as you and your boyfriend both forgot to switch it off night before. You reached for it and turned it off, while slowly turning on your side to face Mason, who was sleeping and snoring slightly. Your eyes looked around the room as the clothes of the night before were all thrown around the room.

“Good morning” Mason said with his hand reaching your back, slowly moving down to your bum and looking down at you.

You chuckled to yourself as the memories came into your mind, the both of you were tipsy for going out with your friends, you teased Mason all night and what happened after was the reason why you had slight bruises on your hips. 

You felt the bed move, meaning your boyfriend was waking up, you moved closer as your hand found his chest, while your fingers tracked his tattoo. 

“Hi handsome” you reached up to kiss his lips and moved your hand down his boxers, slowly resting your hand there as Mason groaned in pleasure slightly. He grabbed your wrist pulling your hand back to his chest with a smirk on his face “will you even learn to not be a brat?” your boyfriend asked hovering over you. 

You chuckled biting your lips “But you love when i’m a brat don’t you?” you let your lips dance over his neck while leaving kisses there. 

His lips danced from your belly down on your inner thigh, you sighed happily as his fingers moved down your slit to collect the wetness that there was, which made Mason smirking on how he could make you crazy with just a touch.  

Mason smirked and moved both of your hands above your head as he moved down. His hand softly reached where the bruises were showing and glanced at you, who were already looking him.

You knew he felt sorry, so you smirked and moved your hips up, to let him know you didn’t mind it. 

You rested yourself on your elbows and watched him as he devoured as if it was his last meal. You rolled your eyes back as Mason moved his fingers fast and moved his tongue from side to side. You almost reached your high.

He kissed your pubic bone and with his thumb he circled your clit, while you pushed your hips against his face. Mason smirked to himself as he bought both his hands around your thighs to pull you closer and began moving his tongue between your folds, first up and down then he moved his attention to your clit and started sucking on it as he moved two fingers inside of you.

You moaned loudly, almost as the neighbour could hear and arched your back as Mason toyed with your clit. You were glad for his nose sometimes cause during these times it made you crazy.

"Are you close baby? Such a pretty pussy, all for me" Mason pulled away as he kept moving his fingers, you whimpered at his words, he was a master at dirty talks.

"Fuck me" you begged and looked into his eyes and he went back down to your clit. One of his hand moved to your breast and with two fingers, he rolled your nipples between them.

You could feel yourself getting closer now and Mason could noticed by the way you were clenching around his fingers, he moaned against you and pulled you closer, wanting you to finish. You moaned his name loudly as he pushed in another finger and his tongue moved faster.

"Cum darling, come for me" he groaned.

You arched your back pushing your pussy into his face more and reached your high while whimpering his name. He smirked to himself and pulled his fingers away while he cleaned you up with his tongue.

Mason moved up to you and cupped your face with his left hand, squeezing your cheeks.

"Open" he said, and as you did he placed his fingers into your mouth letting you taste yourself. You rolled your eyes back as you tasted yourself.  

You pushed Mason on his back and smirked as your hands went down on his cock, already hard for the foreplay he did on you. You kissed his chest slowly and moved down as your hand was already hard. You kissed his tip as his hand went on your head as he watched you, while groaning softly. 

“Come on princess, suck “ he smirked and you bit your lips softly, you moved on your elbows so you were face to face with his cock. 

“yes..daddy” you smirked and took his member into your mouth as you began to suck him off. He pushed your head down as he bucked his hips against your face. You whimpered against him as he hit the back of your throat with his tip. 

You breathed through your nome and looked at him moaning. He groaned loudly “take it all baby girl, i know you can” he threw his head back. 

You moved your head faster as one of your hand played with his balls. You looked at him and moaned at his look as he was so hot. You were pulled away at all sudden and you breathed hard as you looked at confused. He pulled you up towards him and kissed you, with his tongue.

“I want to cum in you darling” he pushed you on your knees and face against the mattress, you smirked and jiggled your ass as he chuckled 

“so eager are you?” he smirked.

He bought his hand on your pussy, rubbing your clit slowly as his other hand moved on his cock up and down, he lined his dick with your pussy before leaving a slap on your ass, that made you arch your back against him. He chuckled "look at you" he said biting his lips and moving his hand on your back, moving your hair. 

He moved you closer and with a hard thrust he pushed himself into you. You gasped and closed your eyes tightly at the feeling.

"I have fucked you so many times but you're always so tight for me" he began thrusting in and out at a fast pace while leaving slaps on your ass, you were sure you were gonna have his handprint all over it.

Your hand gripped on the sheets tightly as he kept moving, while slowly you turned your head to watch him, and you swore you could have cum just but the view.

He had sweat on his forehead and his head was throw back while both of his hands were on your ass cheeks. You whimpered and reached for one of his hand to old. Mason smirked and pushed your back against his chest as his thrust were now sloppier with you clenching around him.

"Fuck princess you're always so good for me aren't you" Mason moaned against your neck, as his finger went down to your clit and circled in fast moved, side to side. Your eyes rolled back.

"Please Mason can i cum?" You whimpered as you were reaching your high.

He hummed and thrusted faster as he wanted to cum with you. He bite his lips hard as he held you "fuck yes baby cum for me!" He moaned loudly as he filled you up with his cum.

You threw your head back at the sensation and moaned his name.

He did a couple of thrust before he pulled away from you and you fell into the mattress tiredly, you reached for him and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you, you did so good for me" Mason said and grabbed a wet tissue to clean you up. 

You smiled happily and watched him "i love you too". He picked you up and you chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his cheek.      "Ready for round two princess?" He smirked as he walked into the bathroom. You laughed softly "always" you kissed him.

[laurasstufff1]

The girl with the camera

Credits to @avenirdelight for the gif 🫶🏻

Summary: Mason and YN met in a not so friendly way, but that was just the beginning.

Warnings: cocky Mason.

Word count: 1.2k

Enjoy!! And please let me know if you have any suggestions for the following parts!!! :):)

***

There was a park that wasn’t really a park, but people used it as if it was: there were random groups of boys playing football, people riding their bikes or eating a picnic on the floor, which was a dangerous activity considering there were also dogs running around, and we all know dogs love stealing food. 

The environment was one of the highlights of the place, but also the sunsets: pink, red, orange, yellow, you swore you’ve seen all the colors in the sky when that time of the day came. The best views were up the hill, it had always been your favourite spot to capture that colours with your camera.

Today was no exception. There wasn’t much people around, though the sun wasn’t hidden behind the clouds, it was still cold.

Half an hour had passed, the Sun wasn’t setting just yet, but you kept yourself busy with the camera in your hands, an artifact too modern and with too many buttons and settings for your liking, you were still trying to learn how to use in this kind of landscapes, just nature and skies. 

Mason, on the other hand, was spending a rare day with his family. And he was happy until he saw the flash of a camera directing his way, although he rapidly forgot about it. But then he saw you pointing at them with your camera, he double checked again five minutes later, and then after to see you in the same position, and he had enough. 

Going up the not so high green hill, he couldn’t believe your audacity when he was already 50 meters away and you wouldn’t put the camera down. 

“Hey” he said in a rather rude tone while standing right in front, you were still sitting on the grass.

“Hi. Excuse me” you said moving to the left so he wouldn’t block the views. 

“Really??” He crossed his arms in front of him, moving again in front of you to block your camera lens with his body again “Now you guys are interested not only in me but also in my family?” He asked, and only then you realised why he was there. 

“Oh! No, I think you’ve got the wrong id-“

“No, you’ve got the wrong idea!” He fumed, and now you had to get up, although he was still much taller than you “I get that people recognised me and I’m ‘public’” he stopped to make air quotes “but I also have the right to have privacy with my family, don’t you think?” 

“Alright, calm down for a mo-”

“No I won’t! You guys are unbearable, stupidly unbearable!”

“Stop it!!” You were the one shouting now, and he was going to talk again but you were faster “Enough, Mason! I wasn’t taking pictures of you, I’m not a paparazzi” “That’s why you know my name, huh?” He mumbled. 

“The whole country knows you’re name, whether you like it or not!!! Oh my God” you hummed  not believing this was your first encounter with him, or how selfish, cocky and rude he was being.

“Yeah alright” he kept mumbling not having enough.

“You know what? Here” you took the camera off your neck and showed him the digital screen “you can see the pictures I took yourself”

“You don’t need to d-“

“I know I don’t” you cut him off “But I want you to see it, I don’t earn anything by lying” 

And so he stayed there, checking the pictures one by one while you sat on the floor, only know realising the sun was already set and you missed it all thanks to him.

“I’m sorry” he finally talked after going through the pictures a few minutes later. “I thought you were— you know. You were pointing at us with the camera”

“I was pointing at the sky Mason, the sky” you said picking up your bag from the grass and your camera from his hand. “Goodbye”

“I’m sorry again” you heard him say while you walked away. 

And that same night, while you were having dinner, you phone’s screen lighted up showing you the notification you were dying to get, but know you weren’t so sure. Too late to turn it down now. 

*

There wasn't any formal introduction, you just had, apart from your camera, a pass around your neck, with your staff number, your whole name, DNI, EAN code, and QRs. Of course, the ugliest photo of your face couldn’t miss either.

All you did that day was stand by the field, testing different settings, lenses, distances and all that boring stuff, and also talking with some other photographers of the club. 

How cool was your luck, you got the work in Chelsea FC after an ugly encounter with the star player. 

While you did that, Mason stared at you. Your face was familiar to him, and after a few minutes he realised who you were, and without any other reason his cheeks started burning. 

It felt only right to apologise to you once more after the session ended, and that’s what he did when he saw you checking the pictures in the camera the same way he did almost a week ago. 

He didn’t even say ‘hello’, just cleared his throat. It was for you to realise he was there. “I did take pictures of you today” you started saying without a greeting neither “but that’s my job now” you added now showing him the pass around your neck, whee you could clearly read Staff, and under it with smaller letters but as clear as before, Photographer.

“I didn’t know you worked here, never saw you around” he finally talked while stroking the back of his head, feeling clearly uncomfortable.

“I got the email the same night we meet. It was lovely evening, wasn’t it?”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed, I shouldn’t assumed that you were taking pictures of me and I should’ve talk to you differently”.

“It’s okay” you simply said, watching as his face light up after you pronounced the words.

“Really?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward now tha-”

“But I’m truly sorry” he talked again and you just nodded, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ “It’s just that I’m like, obsessed. I can’t go out anymore without someone recognizing me, and I love my fans, but sometimes I just want to walk alone, you know? And paparazzis are the same, even worst. Last year I ran into my cousin in a club and a magazine published a picture with my ‘girlfriend’” he made air quotes again, just like the same day you met “even my grandma called me, she thought the rumors were true and she got so worried” he had the intention of continuing talking, but he stopped when he heard your laugh “I’m glad you find it funny, because I didn’t” and that only made you laugh more.

“Sorry” you said drying the tears running down your face from the laughter “I’m sorry for laughing” you repeated “but it’s fine, really, I can understand. Just make sure to be nicer next time, because if I was actually taking pictures of you that day in the park, I wouldn’t have deleted them just to spite you” and now he was the one who chuckled “anyways, I have to leave. Guess I’ll see you around” you were already leaving when he talked again. 

“I never got your name!” He shouted

“YN!”

[landoncrris]

MM imagine request, were you two have a big argument before going to dinner with his family, so you don’t talk at all for most of the night and you feel uncomfortable and lonely, but then Summer asks you why you look so sad, so mason tell summer to ask you if you can forgive him, and yeah something like that, make it suuuper long pls 💕💕

the reason why they argued is so overused but i’m uncreative so 😀 also i tried to make it as long as possible but i’m SO bad at writing long fluffs, sorry x

he’s sorry - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

word count: 3.3k

“You never have time for me anymore, Mason.” you said, getting up from the sofa to get away from your boyfriend who had just told you he was going out with friends tonight. Just like he did every day for weeks, and when he didn’t, he was away because of his job, which meant you fell asleep every single day without him by your side.

“What do you mean? We live together, Y/N, don’t be so dramatic.” Mason scoffed, clearly not understanding what your problem was. It kind of made you feel like you really were being dramatic, because you knew he could do whatever he wanted and that you both had your own lives. Yet you felt kind of worthless to him, because just a few months ago he would have done anything to spend most of his free time with you and would have been perfectly content to cuddle all day and not go out every day, as was the case now.

“Yes, we live together, but I still hardly see you.” you said and left the room, hoping that you can end the argument before it got worse, at least for today. But you didn’t expect him to follow you, as he never did, he always gave you your space. This only proved to you even more that he wasn’t the same person anymore he once was, or that maybe he just didn’t care about what you wanted anymore.

“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, honestly. We’re spending time together today and you’re still here claiming we never do.” you scoffed as you got into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe to find a suitable outfit for today.

“You’re right. Sitting in a restaurant, your whole family is there, and we’re just talking a few words to each other. What a quality time.” you said rather calmly, but took your frustration out on the hangers and doors of your wardrobe. You really loved seeing his family, they were like family to you too, but considering the situation you and Mason were in, the day was ruined for you before you even got there.

“What else do you want? Sit home every day and do nothing?”

“No, Mason. But that you make some time for me, for us. After all, I’m still your girlfriend, in case you haven’t forgotten.” you heard him scoff as he sat down on the edge of the bed and silently watched you pick out some clothes and throw them on the floor because you didn’t know what to wear yet. This only frustrated you more and when he didn’t answer or bother to apologise or tell you that you were right, you turned around with a groan and looked at him.

“But sure, it’s okay. You just go out with your stupid friends every night, no problem.”

“Stupid friends? You don’t even know them.” he snorted, and the fact that this was his biggest problem with what you had just said hurt even more. You just muttered an “exactly” before bending down to pick up the clothes from the floor. You tried to calm yourself and hold back the tears that threatened to spill out as your vision blurred.

“You know what, Y/N? If you weren’t so clingy and needy all the time, maybe I’d spend more time with you.” Mason grumbled and was already on his way out of the room, clearly not caring that he had just said of the worst things he could say at you in this situation.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” was all he said, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone in your bedroom. You sat down on the foot of the bed where he had been sitting only moments ago, while his words repeated themselves over and over in your head. You wondered if you were wrong, if snapping at him was unnecessary, and if you were trying to control him too much. All this while your head hung low and you blinked your eyes to push back the tears and not ruin your make-up. Yet you were so close to picking up the phone and calling his mother to tell her you weren’t coming, for which you already had several excuses running around in your head. But you didn’t do it in the end, as you didn’t want to show him how much it hurt you. Instead, you wanted to pretend that you didn’t care, because if he wanted you to distance yourself, that was exactly what you were going to do.

“We have to go.” Mason knocked on the bathroom door because the music from your phone was far too loud for him to shout from downstairs. Fortunately, your favourite songs up until that moment were helping to lift your spirits, making you even more confident for today. Coming out of the bathroom only seconds later, you pushed past him, grabbed your handbag and coat from the bed and headed down the stairs. He still remained standing outside the bathroom door, watching your every move as he gulped, seeing how stunning you looked at that moment. You deliberately chose a dress that showed the perfect amount of cleavage and back, but still wasn’t too much for the fancy restaurant you were going to.

“You look good.” said Mason after clearing his throat, taking quick steps to follow you out the front door and to his car. But you didn’t answer, just rolled your eyes and waited for him to unlock the car. Usually he was always at the car before you to open the passenger door for you and waited until you got in to close it again. But today he didn’t. Today he just walked around the car, not even giving you a glance as he got in and drove off as soon as your door closed. And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t hurt you, you found it almost funny how such a small detail can ruin your mood and make your confidence disappear again.

The fifteen-minute drive was filled with nothing but silence, apart from the soft music playing in the background and the drumming of Mason’s fingers on the steering wheel when he stopped at a red light. As you sat there with your head in your hands looking out the window, you could see his reflection every now and then as it was already dark outside. He looked as handsome as ever, dressed in jeans and a button-up shirt that you would normally drool over. And it took everything in you not to do that now, just to look out the window and wait for him to look over at you too. Which never happened, his gaze was fixed on the road in front of him the whole time, which made you kind of regret being here, despite your plans to be the strong one.

“Can we talk?” His hand reached for your arm as the car stopped in front of the restaurant and you tried to unbuckle, but he stopped you before you could get out.

“We’re already late.”

“I’d rather be late than sit there and have us act like strangers.” he grumbled, but let go of your arm, giving you the choice. You then slumped back in your seat and looked over at him, but he still wasn’t looking at you. His gaze was still directed forward.

“So all that matters to you is that your family doesn’t find out?”

“I didn’t sa—”

“Sorry, I’m not going to pretend that everything is okay.” you said before opening the car door and getting out, hearing him groan quietly before closing it behind you. You waited until he got out of the car too to go inside together, because even though you couldn’t pretend that everything was fine, there was no point in pointing out the drama. But you still just walked side by side without him interlocking your hands or putting his arm around you. The unfamiliar feeling made you want to disappear again immediately.

When you entered the restaurant, Mason’s eyes immediately lit up and a bright smile made its way onto his face as he waved to his little niece. You gave everyone a small smile as you approached the table and they immediately attacked you with questions about how you were doing and said how glad they were to see you again. In response to those questions, you kept lying and saying you were fine, while you watched Mason with his niece in his arms, kissing all over her face before handing her back to his sister. And you were snapped out of your bubble when he instinctively offered to take your coat off, his hands brushing over your arms as he helped you out of it. You wanted to decline and say you were fine, but you also didn’t want to appear too rude in front of his family, so you accepted his offer with a small “thanks”

In the beginning you tried to talk to his family, especially about what had happened in your lives since you last saw each other. But after that you distanced yourself more and more and only spoke when someone specifically asked you something. That, and the fact that Mason’s hands were on the table the whole time — instead of on your thigh or around your shoulder as usual — certainly didn’t go unnoticed. They just didn’t want to bring it up at that moment so as not to ruin the mood. But when the topic of planning the next holiday together came up after the first course, they had to mention you both somehow.

“So, we were going to rent a house for all of us, yes?” asked Mason’s sister, searching her Ipad for the most beautiful houses she had already saved to show everyone and get everyone’s opinions.

“We’ll stay separately.” Mason spoke up, bringing back memories of a few weeks ago when you were lying in bed. Your head was resting on his bare chest while his fingers traced random patterns on the skin of your hips. At that time, you were already talking about your holiday alone, just before you planned to flew to where his family was, where you would spend another week on holiday. That ended with him admitting that he can never keep his hands off you, especially when you’re in bikinis and summer dresses all the time. Which lead to you both agreeing to take your own house for some private time.

“Seriously Mase? I’m certainly not going to look for a house near ours now, you can do that yourself.”

“Actually,” you spoke up, drawing all the attention to yourself, clearing your throat nervously, “I don’t know if I’m coming with you yet, so just rent one house, It’ll be fine.”

“Why not, sweetheart?” asked Mason’s mother with a pout so similar to his that it almost had you smiling.

“I have lots to prepare for Uni.”

“I’m sure you can take another week off, right? You need some time to relax too, Y/N, and we would be very happy to have you with us.” she replied, to which you just shrugged and let your gaze wander into your lap. At that moment, everyone else started talking about the house again.

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re coming with us yet?” asked Mason quietly as he turned to you, arms wrapped around his niece who was sitting on his lap playing with his thumbs.

“Like I just said.” you shrugged again, basically repeating the same reason you just said, although the real one was that you didn’t know if you were ready to go on holiday with him and his family if he carries on like he has for the past few weeks. Luckily, he didn’t have another chance to ask any more questions as his sister started talking to him from the other end of the table. You watched as she put her Ipad in his hand and told him to look at the houses too and pick his favourite. If it wasn’t for his niece, who tried to grab it every few seconds and say that she wanted to play with it, but every time just clicked on some random buttons.

“Can you take her for a moment please?” Mason groaned as he lifted her so she was standing on his thighs. Before he handed her to you when you nodded sheepishly. The little girl talked to you for a while, or at least tried to with the few words she knew, which always made you smile and giggle. But when she snuggled against your chest instead — tired because it was already so late, despite the nap she had taken earlier — you listened to them talk about their holiday again. And even though you had told them not to expect your presence, you still felt lonely. Lonely and uncomfortable, just because you had a fight with Mason, you didn’t know how to talk to them anymore, closing yourself off like you always did when something happened.

“Why you sad?” you heard from the girl on your lap, whereupon your gaze darted down to her eyes, for she had been watching your impression for some minutes.

“Huh? I’m fine, princess, just tired.” you replied with a smile, brushing her hair out of the way. But you noticed she wasn’t convinced as she reached out to tap Mason repeatedly on the arm. Until he turned his head to look down at her and raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“Why is Y/N sad?” At this, Mason’s gaze wandered back and forth between you and his niece, and a sympathetic smile spread across his face. He moved his chair a little closer, trying not to make too much noise. And when he was close enough, he leaned down to whisper something in her ear, so quietly that you couldn’t make out what it was, and it only added to the unease you felt at that moment. After he had finished speaking, she nodded frantically and her attention immediately returned to you.

For the next ten minutes, until the dessert arrived, she did her best to make you laugh, to lift your spirits, just as Mason had told her to do. She tried to talk to you again because she remembered how you laughed when she did it earlier. She also played with your hair, putting her little fingers on your cheek and wrapping them around your fingers. Occasionally she would tell you that you were pretty, which brought a blush to your cheeks because you taught her how to say that, as you always said that to her.

“Are you still sad?” she asked after a while, to which you shook your head and gave her a kiss on the forehead. For a few moments there was silence at the table, except for a few “thank yous” as dessert was handed. Then you got up to put the little girl back on her chair so that she could eat too.

“Uncle Masey asked if you could forgive him,” she whispered in your ear before you set her down. A small smile made its way onto your face at his action, though you obviously still felt the need for him to ask himself and apologise. “Will you?” she continued to ask, holding onto your finger.

“Don’t worry about it, princess.” you said, tying her hair into a small ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way while she ate, before returning to your chair. At that, Mason’s eyes fell back to his plate after watching you all this time. But when you sat down next to him, his eyes were on you again. So he immediately saw how unhappy you looked after you had taken the first bite of your brownie.

“Here, have mine.” he pushed his plate over to you, on which he knew was your favourite cake, which quickly became his favourite too after you made it so many times and therefore made him eat it all the time.

“No it’s fine.”

“Y/N. Take it. I really don’t mind.”

“No, honestly, I—”

“I insist.” he interrupted you, to which you nodded with a huff. You took his plate and pushed yours over to him instead, murmured a soft “thank you” and the smile he gave you made you almost forget about everything that had happened. The rest of the time you spent there — which actually wasn’t that long, as his family still had to drive a long way home — Mason was nothing but a complete gentleman to you, basically back to the way you knew him. On the drive home, on the other hand, silence reigned again, no one dared to say anything until you were in the safety of your home.

“Have you thought about what she asked you?” asked Mason as the car came to a stop in front of your house. “Have you thought about apologising?” you replied, but didn’t give him a chance to answer as you got out of the car and looked for the keys in your handbag.

“Actually I did, thank you for listening.” he called after you as he also got out of the car and locked it before following you into the house and upstairs. By the time he got there, you were already out of your dress and rummaging through your closet for a t-shirt, which was very unusual as you usually slept in one of his.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” you asked as you saw out of the corner of your eye him leaning against the door frame, before you pulled your T-shirt over your head.

“Actually, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because you were right.” he said, following you into the bathroom where you were removing your make-up. You only hummed, obviously waiting for him to elaborate why.

“And I’m sorry.”

“For what exactly?”

“Well, first of all, because I was away so often. I wasn’t planning on neglecting you. It was just my way of coping with how bad the season was going, I guess,” he explained as he leaned against the wall behind you, watching you through the mirror, “You know, I tried to push my life away from me. Even you, and I’m sorry for that, I really am.”

“And?...” you threw the cotton pad into the bin, turned around and leaned your back against the sink as you looked him properly in the eye for the first time since you had left the house.

“And for saying what I said,” he tested the waters by stepping closer to you, putting his hands on your hips, “I didn’t mean it— God, I don’t even know why I said it, you’re not too clingy. I love spending all day with you on the sofa cuddling too.” he pouted at you, which only got worse when you said nothing and continued to look at him sternly.

“Please forgive me? I promise you that I will spend more time with you again, that I will be there for you again because I love you, I love you so much, Y/N. Just, please?” he pleaded you with his eyes, his arms now wrapped around your waist, holding you close because he never wanted to let you go again. “I’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend ever.”

“You’re not the worst boyfriend ever.” you murmured, unable to suppress your smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Making him smile too.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“Mhm, not quite, you still have to make it up to me.”

“Oh?” he smirked and hugged you tighter, earning a light slap against his neck, that made him giggle adorably.

“Not like that you perv.”

[holymountdias]

Offside

RLC x (fem)reader

summary: Ruben comes back angry after a difficult match and acts cold towards you and makes you cry

word count: 2499

notes: angst, fluff, light smut

You couldn’t hold yourself back from cheering loudly when you saw your boyfriend Ruben on TV score his second goal of this season. Your smile was so wide from how proud and happy you were feeling for him. You watched how he started running in the field celebrating his goal, pulling the signature pose by putting his finger in front of his mouth when his teammates suddenly came up to congratulate him. Everyone looked so happy, hugging and praising him. The only sad part at that moment was that you weren’t there with him and oh God, how you wish you were there…but you tried to brush that thought away and instead start imagining the moment he would be back home and you would finally be able to share your happiness with him and of course kiss the heck out of him. Nothing could ruin that moment...

Except when it did.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"

You yelled when you heard one of the commentators saying that there is a possibility of the goal being cancelled for offside. Ruben and the rest of the team looked so confused and anxious. Then a replay of the goal was shown and the commentators said that Lukaku’s knee had slightly touched the ball before Ruben had passed the last defender of Wolves and got to score which lead to speculations for offside. Players from both teams were seen to be talking anxiously to the referee and after a long wait, the goal got ruled out for offside.

"fucking hell"

You whisperered to yourself, feeling frustrated and angry for the final decision. Then the camera showed Ruben shaking his head disappointedly while looking sad. Your heart immediately ached for him knowing how much affect it would have on him until the next match or so. You watched the rest of the match with less to almost no interest as your mood was ruined by what had occurred. The main reason you decided to keep on watching was in case your boyfriend scored again since you wouldn’t want to miss that. Of course you were happy for the team when Lukaku scored the next two goals, you were a Chelsea fan after all, but the thought of Ruben coming back sad because he lost his goal didn’t sit well with you. When the match finally ended with a disappointing result of 2-2 for the team, you decided to text him.

Y/n

hey, how are you feeling?

After sometime while you were cooking dinner, your phone tinged from a message notification probably meaning that Ruben had replied to your message.

Ruben

not the greatest, pretty tired too

ttyl

you sighed lightly after reading his text and typing ‘call me if u need anything, see yah’.

Putting your phone aside you decided to busy your mind with finishing dinner. It was much harder to do than being said though, since your worrying mind kept wondering back to Ruben. While cooking you would catch yourself glancing or checking your phone in case for any notifications but there was nothing. After two long hours of waiting you found yourself lying on the couch sleepily watching some TV. Then for what felt like the hundredth time you checked your phone once again only to notice that your last message was still not even read by him making you more anxious, so you decided to call him.

straight to voicemail, just great

After another hour you woke up to the sound of keys being pushed and the door opening, revealing your boyfriend. He looked exhausted but also mad; he wore a blank expression on his face for most of the part but you could see how his jaw would clench for a few seconds while he was moving.

"hey" you quietly greeted him after just waking up and stood up to slowly approach him

"I've got dinner ready if you are hungry, I will set up the table for you"

He seemed to pay no attention to you though as he was taking his shoes off and headed to your bedroom after hanging his jacket and leaving his bag behind. Your smile faded due to his cold behaviour and pushed your lips in to a thin line debating in your mind whether to follow him or not. You decided against it though, thinking that its better to give him some time to be by himself for now; so you went to warm up the food for him to eat once he was ready.

Half an hour later you heard Ruben coming in to the kitchen with his head a little wet from the shower while wearing a tight black t-shirt and some black trousers. The thin, tight shirt showed off his built muscles on his body, his broad shoulders were so evident and his naked arms looked so toned while angry veins popped out from them. He looked so sexy and you wanted nothing more than kiss him and let him take his frustration out on you but his attitude wasn’t helping you much. With the same expression as before he passed by you, walking up to the fridge and grabbing a can of beer from it. Leaning on the kitchen counter with your hands behind your back you stared at him waiting to say something to you but his full focus was on drinking his beer. You sighed quietly to yourself and decided to break the silence.

"i have dinner ready on the table for you."

"i’m not eating that."

Your face immediately scrunched up hearing his words. The way he said it made you so angry and sad at the same time. You understood that he was in a bad mood because of what happened and honestly fuck the food, if he didn’t want to eat, that’s on him but his tone was so rude, completely disregarding your effort to take care of him. You honestly didn’t know what else to do to help him out. Then he started walking out of the kitchen and headed towards the living room with the beer still in his hand and you following close behind.

"Can you cut the attitude and sit down for a minute and talk to me."

silence

"Look i know that the match didn’t go we-"

"i don’t want to fucking talk about it"

"But you cant ignore me the whole day; i’m trying to be here for you, but you are giving me no chance. Since you came you haven’t even spared a glance at me."

"Because i don’t want to y/n! I’m so fucking angry that i don’t want you around me right now"

He turned around to look at you this time and you could see the frustration in his eyes.

You chuckled “Well how can you expect me to be fine and sit around, when you are obviously feeling like shit”

He sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose as he held his head low.

"Look i get how you are feeling, i have felt like that before as well and i have learnt that bottling everything in does no good to anyone and most importantly you"

He then pushed his head back shutting his eyes closed tightly.

"If you just tried to let it all out you-"

"Just leave me the fuck alone!!"

He shouted while glaring at you; his hands tightened into fists so hard that the can of beer wrapped around his hand, disformed. Obviously you couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling tears welling up in your eyes after hearing his angry voice, you turned around heading quickly to your room.

Once you entered it and closed the door behind you, tears started running down your cheeks. You covered your mouth with your hand trying to shuffle the sounds from your crying but soon decided to take a shower to calm yourself down.

You quickly stripped down from your clothes and entered the shower. The water was not warm enough yet but you didn't care; being desperate to feel anything other than what you were feeling at that moment. With your eyes closed tightly you rubbed your hands all over your face, trying to get rid of all the tears and redness from your eyes and cheeks. As the water kept falling on you from above, you moved your hands through your hair, pushing everything back trying to relieve your body from all the tension. You mind was still working though; Ruben's loud tone of anger was playing over and over again. You moved your face out of the water, your chest rose and fell as hard breaths came out of you and you quickly placed your hands on the shower wall to steady yourself. The quietness of the room wasn't helping your mind as it kept wondering back to that moment and guilt started taking over you.

Had you perhaps pushed his buttons too far?

I mean you could understand that he needed his time but you were worried for him. You have seen him angry before but not like that; not to the point of him pushing you away or raising his voice at you out of anger. It hurt you to leave him all alone at this difficult time for him but if he wanted to act like that, then so be it.

Ruben was sitting on the couch, starring blankly at the TV, not really paying attention at the crappy show that was currently playing on it. Today’s events were still running through his thoughts and as if the match wasn’t enough to ruin his day, he had to snap at you as well.

“fuck”

A deep sigh left his lungs as he placed his forearms on his knees, burying his hands through his thin hair. 

The image of your glistening eyes being the first thing his sees as he shut his eyes. Having a fight with you was honestly the last thing he wanted to do ever, but especially today. 

The last few weeks have been difficult for the team; too many lows in such a short time, to the point where the pressure felt unbearable anymore. Getting scolded by the manager, working hard every day and when it finally seems like all the hard work pays off, the chance just gets ripped off of his hands. No words could ever truly describe how he felt when the final decision for his goal came out. But mostly anger was what had taken over his body.

After your fight he felt really guilty for making you cry and he thought about going after you to hold you and apologise for his shitty behaviour towards you, but he didn’t trust his mind or body enough. He needed some more time to calm himself down before he approached you again; too scared that he was going to mess it up again somehow. Looking at the two empty cans of beer sitting on top of the table, he debated wether it was now time to go and talk to you.

When he finally felt ready enough, he stood up and started heading to your shared bedroom. Entering, the sound of the shower running was evident from the bathroom and without much thought he went inside the bathroom as well and took off his clothes. With your head under the heavy water you didn’t hear any movements. You brought your head out of the water only when you felt a presence standing close behind. 

Twisting your head around, you saw Ruben reaching for you from behind and closing the distance between you. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist softly caging you inside his strong body and bent down to place his head on your empty shoulder. His action honestly almost made you tear up since you thought that it would be difficult to be around each other after what happened previously. You felt so relieved that he proved you wrong and you finally got to have him close to you again.

With his mouth close to your ear, you could hear his soft breaths, when he suddenly started trailing small kisses from your shoulder up to your ear.

“im sorry” he whispered to you and you turned your whole body around to look at him. 

“I know that it was wrong of me to act the way i acted since i came back and..-fuck the last few weeks have just been so tough- i-i just couldn’t control my emotions anymore, i couldn’t stand the pressure anymore, i’m really sorry baby”

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you brought his face close to yours and brushed your lips softly against his, giving him a light kiss.

“i’m sorry too, i should have given you more space and instead i just probably annoyed you.”

“No don’t say that..you were trying to be there for me and i just pushed you away like an asshole. i might have needed some more time to calm down but nothing was ok with how i treated you..”

He then placed a soft kiss on your forehead and went down to your lips, giving you light small kisses.

“Will you forgive me baby?”

You smiled a little as you felt his lips brushing yours lightly once again. You turned your gaze at him as you notice his eyes focusing on your lips. You pursed your lips leaning your head a little to the side as you made a thinking face.

“Hmm, should i?” you asked in a teasing tone.

“Hmh, you should”, he agreed placing his thumb on your lips and touching them softly.

“I think i need some more persuasion”, you whisper teasingly once again.

You then parted your lips against his thumb and then felt him tagging on your bottom lip with his finger, turning it downside. You watch him smirking once hearing your words and the next thing you know he is kissing you for real this time. The feeling of his soft lips against yours made your heart pound rapidly inside your chest. With his naked body against yours, the kiss gave you so much pleasure, making you kiss him harder. He groaned softly feeling your eagerness and he backed you up against the shower wall. As he was kissing you back with the same passion, he turned your face to the side making you open you mouth more and then you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth. His hands were wondering from your back down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it; making a moan slip past your lips. You two didn’t stop your intense make out, nibbling and tasting each other’s lips until you both got out breath. 

“I think i can be more persuasive in the next room” a small smirk forming on his lips as he breathed hard because of your kiss.

Knowing that he meant your bedroom, a small laugh came from you.

“lead the way baby”

[riceybaby]

secret little rendezvous 🤍 - mason mount (smut)

synopsis: a midnight walk between you and mason on holiday gets heated

warnings: skinny dipping, fingering, oral (m+f), mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, public sex, exhibitionism, cum play, choking, praise kink, daddy kink

“Just the bill, that would be great thanks”

You heard Mason talking to the waiter, but were too busy engrossed in a babbling conversation with his niece to look at him. For the past week the two of you had been living it up on holiday with his family, and you couldn’t have been having a better time, but tonight was your last night on the island. And as much as you love spending time with them, the closeness of your rooms and the thinness of the walls had meant you and your boyfriend hadn’t done more than make out and grind against each other the whole trip.

He was making it more than difficult tonight, and he knew it. His shirt meant that you could see through it and have a view of the tattoo on the side of his ribs, the one he loved to tease you with because he knows how much it drives you crazy. Not only that, but the more needy he gets, the more touchy he gets, whether he was trying or not. One hand was wrapped around your shoulders, aimlessly tracing shapes and patterns down the side of your arm, while his other was rested on your thigh, slowly moving up and down it all night. Whilst these touches may have seemed innocent to his family, just typical Mason unable to keep his hands off you, you knew that he was doing it so he didn’t stop himself from ripping your clothes off before he could. The dress you were wearing was making his head spin, him spitting out his water back into his glass in the villa when you came out the bedroom wearing it. It wasn’t anything special, but every move and every curve made him forget how to breathe, and how to keep his composure.

“So, when’s the wedding?” His brother asked, noticing how clingy and loved up the pair of you were acting tonight. His sister sent you a smirk, the two of you having talked about getting married just the night before, with you telling her you were practically counting down the days until Mason got down on one knee.

“To her? Can’t really stand her to be honest” he joked back, using the excuse to turn and look at you, taking everything in.

“No me neither, I refuse to marry a man who thinks it’s ok to cancel a date because a last minute sunbed appointment became available”

“Mason!” his mum reprimanded, rolling her eyes.

“Hey it was one time!” A slight tinged appearance became visible on his cheeks. “I learnt my lesson” he mumbled, burying his head into your neck and placing light kisses in the spot that usually would produce his favourite sound. But when he lingered in on the final one, letting his breath fan against your neck and his tongue touch you the slightest amount, you knew that was his way of letting you know you were in for it later.

You each made your way back to your villa, giving everyone hugs goodnight and sorting out the plans for the morning, and you would have been listening had mason not been stood behind you, toying with your hand. He was simply moving around the rings, opening and closing your fingers, and rubbing circles on the back of your palm, but it was just another sign of how desperate he was for you. When he cut off his mum, telling her the plans sounded great and you would see them tomorrow, you laughed and let yourself be dragged away by his arm.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you” you giggled, putting the key into the door to your room and turning it whilst his hands roamed all over you and his lips found your neck.

Before you could enter the room, he grabbed your hips and pressed you back against him, able to feel his bulge poking against your bum. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am for you right now” he whispered into your ear, leaving a little bite there. You turned to face him, his brown eyes sparkling in the light and lust, his tattoos on show as well as that cheeky grin you loved so much, and it took everything you had to deny him.

“I’m not fucking you in there”

“What? Why?”

“Mason you can hear every word that is said in the next room. I’m not entirely sure I want your family to hear me begging you to go deeper. Or if you want them all to know about your favourite nickname?” He snickered at this, knowing that as much as it killed him, you were right.

“And I can’t be in that room with you and not fuck you”

You weighed up your options for a minute. You guessed you could both just masturbate next to each other, but then again neither of you, especially him, kept your voices down when that happens. “I’ve been wanting to go on a walk at midnight along the beach all week, why don’t we go do that and by the time we get back we’ll both have forgotten all about it”

He sarcastically sulked at this, pretending to be annoyed that he wouldn’t get to shag you with an ocean view, but he would take up any opportunity to spend time with you so he agreed, and let himself be pulled away by you towards the sand.

His fingers intertwined with yours, shoulders brushing as you walked far out to the shore, kicking sand over each other’s feet. The noise of the sea waves crashing completely relaxed the two of you, loving nothing more than the man stood beside you and the moment you were in.

“So when would you want the wedding to be?” he shyly asked, completing catching you off guard. Of course you had talked about getting married a million times, but it had always been something you talked about as happening way into the future, you didn’t know if he wanted it right now the way you did.

“Hmm?”

“Let’s say I was to propose tomorrow, I’m not, but let’s say I was. Is that too soon to get a yes?”

You stayed silent for a minute, pretending to think about it. “Do I get a big ring?”

“The biggest” he grinned looking down at you.

“Then I suppose I’d say yes.” You brought your lips together, messily as your teeth clashed from both of you smiling like idiots, moaning slightly at the taste of him and wine. He whispered an ‘i love you’ against your lips, one you returned before he sat down and pulled you down too, so he was sat with his knees up and your back pressed flat against his chest, him rocking you both side to side gently. If you could take a picture of this moment and store it in a locket you would.

You stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence and sweet touches until he said something that shifted the atmosphere to what it was before. “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

“No, no I haven’t”

“Bet you’d look sexy doing it.”

You turned to face him, slowly sitting on top of him so you were straddling him, able to feel him hard beneath you for the second time that evening. “Mr Mount is this you trying to have your way with me?”

“Maybe” he replied, his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, hands moving to cup your boobs.

“Well I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He watched with intent eyes as you lifted up the hem off your dress, taking it all the way up at a painfully slow speed and groaning as you sat on top of him in just your underwear. Your fingers moved to unclasp your bra, taking it off one strap at a time until your top half was bare in front of him. His tongue reached out and licked a strip up your nipple, but you grabbed his chin and shook your head. “You said skinny dipping, not sex on the beach.”

He took off his clothes the quickest you’d ever seen him do it, him desperate to get you in that water. Once he’d took off his boxers, you both were entirely naked apart from the fact you still had his favourite pair of panties on. He leant down, placing the lace in between his teeth, and dragged them down, his lips grazing you as he did. He moved at an even more torturous pace than you did, taking his time until he had finally pulled them off. All he wanted to do in that moment was bury his head into you, and lick up the juices that he could already see, but instead he took you by the hand and led you into the water.

You walked until it was too deep for you, your feet unable to touch the seabed floor when he told you to jump so your legs were wrapped around him. Mason wasted no time in kissing you, his lips telling you every desire he had in that moment, his tongue finding yours and sucking on it, wanting to feel as close as he physically could. You move to his collarbone, licking a stripe up it and feel his grip on you arse tighten as he tries to control himself. The colour of his neck goes purple as you suck on it, humming sweetly against it to show him how much you love trying to make him feel good. A soft bite gets pressed there, you devouring every little gasp you pull from his mouth. Just as he goes to return the favour, you stop him, and swim so your at arms length away from him. He looks confused, but has little time to ask what’s going on as you scoop all the water you can under your arms and splash him in the face.

“You little shit Y/N” he laughed, getting even harder at the sound of you squealing as he chased you in the sea. A tsunami of water came your way as he splashed you back, him using it to lock you in from behind so your bodies were flush against each other. Neither of you say a word, the sexual tension deafening.

“Mase, have you ever had sex on the beach?”

And with that he threw you over his shoulder, storming out of the water until you were both back on the shore. He dropped down onto the sand, placing sloppy kisses on every bit of wet skin he could find, ravishing you like an animal. Each hand grabs one of your legs, spreading them apart so he is directly in front of your pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping baby.” He groaned, taking a finger and collecting all the wetness running out of you, and placing it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, moaning at the taste. “I taste good.”

“So fucking sweet.” He replied, taking his tongue and placing delicate licks over your slit. He could’ve swore he nearly came just from watching you get off on your own taste. He lapped up at you, fucking you with his tongue before moving on to your clit. His movements started slow, moving it around in light circles, enjoying the way it made you moan short and shallow breaths. But it had been so long since he heard you screaming for him that it didn’t take him long to suck on you, his lips acting like magic and making pleasure shoot through every vein you have. His fingers ran up and down your slit, getting them wet before he pushed them into you. Your pussy was throbbing for him and he could feel it, the grip and the noises only making him fuck you harder.

“Feel good darling?”

You couldn’t even reply, just nodded your head and pushed his further into you so you were grinding against his tongue and fingers. He curled his fingers inside you, aching to find the spot that makes you explode, and when you let out a pathetic wail of his name he knows he’s found it. The hand he’s got free reaches out to find yours, letting you squeeze it as hard as you can to avoid having the whole island know that your boyfriend is making you cum on the beach.

“That’s it, let it out for me”

As his words leave his lips you do as he says, toes curling, back arching and eyes screwed shut. He moved his fingers exactly as you like, pressing down on that spot and making your juices squirt all over his chest. His tongue rode out your high, stopping once your moans had turned into soft pants. He lifted up his head and stared at you for a moment, through the darkness he could still make out the flush of your cheeks and the rise and fall of your chest. You grab his face and bring him in for a kiss to say thank you, before moving your hand down to where he needs you the most. You knew how hard he had been all night, but you had never felt him like this. The tip was bright red, begging you to lick it, suck it, rub it, do anything to it.

He pulled you up so he was sat on his knees, with you on all fours underneath him. Your lipstick left marks down his abs, trailing all the way to his pubic bone whilst your fingers teased his inner thighs. The hiss that he let out when you grazed your finger over his slit made your wetter than you already were, feeling it sticking your thighs together, which got you even more excited at the prospect of Mason finding it. He had been sweet and giving to you all night, but you knew that right now was when that version of him was going to disappear. Your hands played with his balls, rubbing them whilst your mouth licked up and down his dick, tracing the vein. You took him in, bobbing up and down slowly a few times before coming off of him with a pop. His hands were cupping your face, lifting it up to look at him when you didn’t do anything more.

“Fuck my face Masey”

He lost his head at this innocent facade you were putting on, saying ‘Masey’ with the sweetest tone whilst asking him to do the dirtiest things to you. His hand found his base, and he rubbed his tip against your lips a couple times, watching the spit leak from your mouth to his shaft.

“Tell me if this gets too much.” He ploughed himself into your throat, the feeling of your mouth and tongue working around him getting him closer than he should be. Your hands moved to cup his arse, giving him full control to do whatever he wanted. His hips thrusted into you hard, making you sputter around him.

“Y/N. Fuck.”

He continued his movements, shoving himself all the way in, groaning loudly when you hollowed your cheeks around him. When his thrusts started faltering, you knew he was getting close. “Cum for me mase, please” you begged, knowing how much that turned him on. It only took a couple more thrusts, before he buried your head against his skin, and let go. His groans turned into whimpers as he shot his load into your mouth, biting his lip and staring at the stars above him. You swallowed every bit he gave you, wiping up the bits that ran out onto your chin.

“Wasn’t too rough was I?” he asked, bringing you up to face him so he could look at your eyes.

“No not at all, think you should fuck me even harder.”

He promised you that he would, but he just needed a minute to calm down from that orgasm. You laid down in front of him, still so turned on that you couldn’t help it when your hands started to cup your breasts. As took one hand and circled your clit with it, you let out soft moans of Mason’s name.

“Is this how you get yourself off when I’m away?” You rolled your eyes but nodded, knowing he became insatiable at the thought of you pleasuring yourself. “Show me how you do it”

Your eyes never left his, spreading your legs out again so he could see everything you were doing. One hand rubbed circles around your clit, while you put the other into Mason’s mouth, making him get your fingers wet for you. You sat up and sunk down on them, watching the way his mouth hung open at the sight of you riding your fingers. You found the rhythm you liked, fucking and rubbing yourself at the same speed. Mason delicately palmed himself, feeling himself start to get hard again.

“You look so fucking pretty Y/N, so fucking pretty” His hands ran up and down his own cock, tugging himself at the sight of you making yourself cum. He leant forward and pressed butterfly kisses against you, increasing the speed of his movements with every moan you let out.

“Mase I’m gonna cum”

“Good girl, cum for me then”

You exploded for the second time that night, your fingers completely coated in how wet you were. “Fuck Mason, shit. Oh shit” you whined, unable to keep the noises in. Your high was even better than your first, seeing him get off to you spurring you along. You were desperate to finally have him inside you, and with the way he was looking at you, you knew he was too.

You got up and straddled him again, taking him into your hands and running him through your folds. “Don’t tease” he sighed, bucking his hips up into you. Slowly you pushed him inside you, you sinking down on him until you had taken as much of him as you could manage from that angle. His hands were rested on your hips, and when you started bouncing on top of him, he guided your movements. At first you moved slowly, getting adjusted to the stretch of him inside you, but you were quickly taking all of him. Mason’s eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching the way his dick would disappear inside of you. The sounds were lewd; along with the sea, the slapping of skin, the wetness of your pussy and both your moans were the only sounds filling the air. Until they weren’t.

“Mason, Mason stop.” You said, pressing down on his chest until you were sat still on top of him. You both could hear the voices coming from the other side of the beach, knowing that you were no longer alone. “There’s people over there, just wait for them to leave.”

“It’s fine, they’re all the way over there, they’re not gonna see.”

“Could be a pap”

“Well then I hope we make front page news. Besides it’s just two people walking their dog”

You couldn’t deny that the thought of being caught or watched was turning you on, and Mason knew it too. He saw the way you bit your lip and rubbed your legs together as you looked back at the people, and knew that he was going to end up fucking you either way.

“Get on all fours baby”

You did as he said, turning around so you were in front of him, your arse and pussy in the air just for him. He came up behind you, and gave you no warning, immediately starting to thrust into you harshly. One hand came round to rub your clit, the other around your throat and you swear you couldn’t feel your legs. The way he was fucking you was so good, you could feel every movement inside your guts overwhelmingly. You tried to find something to hold onto, but the sand was just slipping through your grasp and so the only thing you could do was scream.

“Good girl baby, let them know how well you’re being fucked right now”

“Mason, please don’t stop. Please don’t stop daddy.”

Hearing that name sent him to overdrive. With every thrust he spanked you, fucking into you harder than he even knew he could. His dick felt so, so good inside you and his groans became louder than your screams. He felt you begin to throb around him, knowing you were going to orgasm and it was going to be a big one. You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he simply held it in place behind your back.

“No no baby, I want you to let those people over there know how it feels. How does it feel princess?”

“So good, so good” you said, your voice struggling to come out.

“And who’s making you feel this good?”

“You daddy”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. With the loudest moan you’d ever let out you felt yourself let go, squirting all over yourself, Mason’s cock and the sand. Your vision went blank and you couldn’t hear a thing, only being able to focus on the way he was still ploughing into you. The feeling of you convulsing around him took him over the edge, and he pulled out of you, turned you around, and came all over your face and tits. “Y/N fuck fuck fuck.” He groaned, letting every last drop fall onto you. When he had finished, he licked a line round your boobs, gathering as much of himself onto his tongue as he could before spitting it into your mouth. He laid down next to you, completely out of breath and just watching the sea crash against the sand.

“Well thats two things ticked off the bucket list”