The Neighbour
Mason Mount x Reader Fluff / Smut Word Count: 9.9K
TW: Mentions of break-in
I really really hope you’ll like this one as I’m rather proud of it.
The thing is, I never meant for this to include as much smut as it does now. It was supposed to be a friends to lovers one with a tiny smutty scene, but then I got carried away (thank you Mason for dropping that video) and now there’s two smutty scenes in here.
It does have a plot tho – a cute one imo. Enjoy <3
As always, feedback is very much appreciated!
When Mason got home after a busy day at Carrington, he just wanted something to eat and to get on the couch. He was just back in full team training after his spell on the sidelines, so the sessions were still pretty exhausting and made his legs feel like they were about to fall off.
But when he turned the corner to his house and all he could see was police cars and an ambulance in his driveway, his heart dropped into his stomach.
“What the fuck?”
No one was supposed to be here as his parents were back in Portsmouth and his sister wasn’t due to visit for another two weeks so it couldn’t really be anything concerning his house, right?
Once he’d parked the car a little away from the scene to avoid getting in the way, he jogged over. The adrenaline in his body shot up to the tips of his hair the closer he got and the more people he saw running about.
“Sorry sir, you’re not allowed up here.”
In his haste, he hadn’t even noticed the barrier tape and the police man stopping him now with a hand on his arm.
“I live here.”, Mason explained as calmy as he could. “What’s going on?”
“You live in number 12?” The young officer raised his eyebrows in disbelief and Mason was quick in shaking his head as worry took over just as quickly. Number 12 was your house…
“No, in number 10, sorry. I’ve just seen the ambulance in my driveway. Number 12 is y/n y/l/n. Is she okay? What happened?”
In the few weeks Mason had been living here, he’d seen you often when he came home or left the house in the morning. Apparently, you had a similar schedule and after a few days of you sending him soft smiles whenever you saw him, he’d actually rung your doorbell and introduced himself properly.
He’d just talked to you this morning and you’d seemed more than fine. And now there was an emergency doctor and police men walking in and out of your house.
“You will understand that I cannot give any details about this for reasons of discretion, Mr. Mount. I can only advice you to go home or leave the scene please.”
“Can you at least let me know if she’s okay? I know her and I need to know if something happened to her. Please.”, he begged, knowing deep down that the officer wasn’t allowed to.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t tell you.”
Mason sighed quietly and nodded. The officer was just doing his job and taking it seriously and whilst it annoyed him that he wouldn’t get any information about you, he understood. He was about to bid his goodbye and leave when another officer joined.
“Mr. Mount?”
“Yeah?”
“Ms. y/l/n asked to let you pass. You can come and see her if you want to.”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s pretty shaken-up, but physically she’s fine.”
Mason let out a sigh of relief at that. Whatever had happened you were at least not physically harmed. He contemplated asking the man about what had happened as he walked closer to where you were, but given he’d probably not get any information anyway, he decided to keep quiet and instead ask you in a bit.
You were sitting on the steps outside the front door, arms hugging your bent legs and chin propped up on your knees as you stared into space. A paramedic spoke to you, but from the way you kept nodding away, Mason could tell you weren’t really listening and the closer he got, the more obvious it became in what a sorry state you seemed to be.
The paramedic smiled at him politely before leaving and the second Mason kneeled down next to you, his heart broke. Your skin was pale, but on the tops of your cheeks it was all blotchy and your red-rimmed, glazed over eyes were a clear indication that you’d been crying.
“y/n, hey.”, he mumbled softly as he rested his hand on your ankle, fingers gently caressing the warm skin they could reach in an attempt to provide you with some comfort. “Are you okay? What happened?”
When you stayed quiet, Mason let you. He figured that whatever was wrong you were too overwhelmed to speak about it, so he opted for sitting down next to you and when you slightly leaned against him, he was quick in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side a little more.
“Whatever happened, I’m here now, okay? I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”
As you felt him kissing the top of your head softly, it was like someone had opened the floodgates. Tears you’d tried so hard to hold back made it past the last line of defence and fell freely down your cheeks and before you could stop yourself, you turned your body and buried your face in his chest.
If Mason was surprised by your sudden need of proximity and affection, he didn’t show it in the slightest. He just grabbed your legs and placed them across his so he could pull you into a proper embrace and as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, you finally felt safe. Safe enough to let go of everything. And safe enough to let him in.
“Someone broke in.”, you choked, feeling Mason going stiff. “And they…they looked through all…all of my stuff and tou- touched it and…some things are go- gone and…it’s so scary, I just-“
Now that the shock slowly wore off and you had said it, you realised for the first time what had happened. A stranger had invaded your home, rummaged through all your things, touched them and even taken some of them. Someone had just burst the safe space you’d built for yourself like a balloon.
“Ssshh, it’s okay, y/n. You’re safe now, yeah? I’ve got you.”
Mason rocked you from side to side gently, holding you tight to his chest as he felt your hot tears against his neck. His heart hurt for you. Luckily, something like this had never happened to him, so he could only imagine how you felt, but the way your smaller body shook in his hold, told him everything he needed to know.
“I’m here whatever you need, okay?”
While he kept placing barely-there kisses on your hairline, he remembered how not too long ago, you’d confided in him that you’d come here alone and didn’t know many people, let alone were friends with anyone.
You’d moved in just a few weeks before him after leaving Brighton in a headlong rush to start a new job in Manchester. Mason knew from his own experience that it could take a little while to really feel comfortable, but only a few days ago you had told him that you finally had the feeling of being at home.
It made his blood boil how now a single person had managed to destroy that feeling within minutes.
“I I need to book a hotel room.”, you sighed after a very long while of silence and just being in his embrace. “I don’t think I can sleep here tonight.”
“You can stay at mine.”, Mason blurted out before he could even think about it, blushing heavily as he felt you going stiff in his embrace. “I totally get if you don’t want to, like we can look for a hotel you’d feel comfortable in, I just thought I’d offer cause it would make sense and…yeah.”
The surprise was visible in your expression as you pulled your face from his neck and Mason watched you wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie, itching to reach out and to it himself, but he was conscious of the fact that you were barely friends, and he shouldn’t overstep the mark.
“You can totally say no, y/n. Don’t feel like you have to say yes, it was just an offer.”
“No, I…you would do that? Like letting me sleep on the sofa?”
“Not the sofa.”, he smiled softly. “I’ve got a guestroom you can have.”
He could still see the mistiness in your eyes, but the small smile pulling at the corners of your lips had his heart stumbling. “I just don’t want to be a burden. Your job is exhausting and you-“
“Hey, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mean it, okay?” Mason carefully pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, causing a shiver roll up your spine. “You wouldn’t be a burden, y/n. In fact, I’d feel better knowing you’re somewhere safe and not alone to be honest.”
After giving it another thought you came to the conclusion that you’d actually feel better knowing there was someone around who’d protect you instead of sleeping in a random hotel room, so you agreed hesitantly.
“Thank you, Mason.”, you whispered. “I’m sure I can go back to mine tomorrow, it’s just a little overwhelming today and-“
“You can stay as long as you want or need to.”, he interrupted you softly as he cupped your jaw to maintain the eye contact. “I don’t mind it at all. If you feel safe enough to go back tomorrow, okay, but if you don’t, then please don’t force yourself. Yeah?”
“Promise me, you don’t mind it? I really don’t want to be in the way.”
“I promise you, y/n. You won’t be a burden, and neither will you be in the way. I’d be very happy to be there for you.”
“Okay then.”, you breathed. “Thank you.”
Mason just smiled at you and pulled you back into a hug, hands gently running up and down your back in reassurance. “Do you want to grab a couple of things, or would you rather we go and buy some stuff?”
Your heart skipped a beat at how caring and supportive he was, how he acted as if you’d been the bestest of friends for years and everything he was offering was totally normal.
“I erm…I’d like to grab some things I think.”
Mason nodded, noticing how hesitant you seemed as your eyes wandered over to the door, the officers had left open as they’d left a while ago. “Do you want me to come with you?”
With his hand on the small of your back, you made your way into your house. You’d already been inside with the police to check what was missing, but now being confronted with it all again had your throat closing up.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”, Mason mumbled when he noticed your change in demeanour. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into his side.
Not comfortable in your own house anymore, you went through the rooms quickly to get what you needed. You’d actually wanted to take some necessary things; pjs, toothbrush, things like that, but as you stood in front of your opened closet and couldn't be sure that the burglar hadn't touched any of it, you didn't feel like it anymore.
Mason, recognising your uncertainty immediately, clasped his hand around yours and pulled you back from the closet. “You can have some of my things to put on. I also have a spare toothbrush and if you don’t mind smelling like me, you can use my shower gel too.”
A few minutes later and only your charger in your hands, you left your house with Mason to spend the night at his.
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1:04am. It felt like an eternity had passed since you’d last looked at the clock, but in truth it was less than 10 minutes. For hours, you’d been tossing and turning in hopes to get a few restful minutes, but no matter what you tried, sleep was out of the question.
The pictures of your thrashed place kept popping up the moment you closed your eyes and the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach just wouldn’t go away. You knew you were safe here. Mason was sleeping in a room just down the hall and you’d seen how he’d locked everything and set the alarm system, but your body wouldn’t settle.
With a sigh, you eventually gave up. Peeling yourself out of the comfy bedsheets, you placed your feet on the fluffy carpet and left the inviting warmth of your bed to quietly pad downstairs.
Much to your relief, as you were walking around in nothing, but your panties and an oversized t-shirt Mason had given you, all the blinds were closed. The lighting however, caused you a little headache. While the little lamps in the hallway were motion censored and had switched on by themselves, the kitchen was a different story. You had to search for a moment for a light switch and when you’d eventually found one, it wasn’t the one for the big light.
You allowed your eyes to wander over his beautiful kitchen for a moment. Matte black cabinets, light grey countertops, and matching decorations in what appeared to be precisely chosen places, like fresh lilies on the kitchen island. You really liked it.
His interior was exactly what you’d expected it to be. Neat, tidy and elegant, but not extravagant or like something straight out of a catalog. It had that special, personal touch, something that seemed to be so Mason.
“y/n?”
The shriek that left your mouth as you jumped out of your skin was probably loud enough to be heard throughout the whole neighbourhood as you hadn’t expected anyone to speak up. You clutched your chest in shock, wide eyes staring at Mason who’d scared you to death with his sudden appearance.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”, Mason cursed, holding his hands up in surrender with an apologetic expression on his face as he caught your wide opened eyes. “God, y/n, I really am sorry. I’ve just seen you there and…Sorry. Are you okay?”
Your heart was still racing in your chest, and you wouldn’t exactly say you were okay, but as you looked at him and took in his appearance, the shock over seeing him in a way you never thought you would, weighed heavier than the fact he’d scared you half to death.
Until today, Mason hadn’t been more than your neighbour or maybe even a friend, but now that he stood in front of you in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight boxers hugging his thick thighs and…well everything else…your mind went down the gutter.
You were aware that you stared at him for a little too long and that your gaze was literally everywhere but on his face, but as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help yourself. He was right there. Well, him and his best physical attributes…
Mason was handsome at the best of times and yeah maybe you’d thought about him in a certain way once or twice now – maybe even a little more often than that – but even in your wildest dreams, you’d never thought you’d actually see him like this.
And yet here he was. A pair of tight green Nike boxers far from hiding anything and his strong thighs full on display. You were only human…well and a woman.
“y/n?”
“It’s…erm.” You cleared your throat awkwardly, gaze dropping to the floor with bright red cheeks as you eventually realised, he’d seen you staring at him as if he was some sort of snack. “It’s fine. I erm…I just came here for some water.”
Just like you, Mason had to fight for his eyes to stay on your face. The shirt he’d given you just about reached you mid-thigh and the amount of soft skin you were showing off as you’d waived the shorts entirely, should be considered unhealthy in his eyes. He’d always thought you were beautiful, if not downright attractive, but seeing you in his shirt had his thoughts going wild.
It was a sight he’d hoped, but never expected to see anytime soon if ever.
“Couldn’t sleep?”, he asked, stepping around you as he made his way to the fridge. He actually didn’t need anything as he’d only gotten up when worry had taken over at hearing your door being opened, but now that he’d seen you barely dressed, he needed some sort of distraction.
“No, I erm kept waking up. But it’s okay, you can go back to sleep, Mason.” From the corner of your eye, you followed his every move and you internally scolded yourself for staring at the way the boxers hugged his bum so perfectly, but even if you’d tried, you couldn’t have stopped yourself.
He was incredibly attractive without even trying and as you were sure you’d never get to see him dressed in nothing but skin-tight boxers and a t-shirt in his dimly lit kitchen again, you allowed yourself to admire his body for a tiny bit longer.
“No, it’s fine.”, he smiled as he closed the door to the fridge, noticing how you quickly averted your eyes and tried to make it look as if you hadn’t been staring at him, but your flushed cheeks gave your flustered state away rather obviously. “I can stay up with you until you’re okay to go back to sleep.”
“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Thank you though.”, you told him as you really didn’t want him to lose sleep and risk being tired in the morning because of you. “I’m fine. I’ll just go back up and try to sleep.”
Mason had no idea what came over him, but the moment you stepped away from the kitchen counter, ready to go back upstairs, his brain switched to autopilot. Two or three strides and he was right in front of you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you.
“Sure you’re okay?”, he asked, the back of his hand gently pressing against your cheek. “You’re a little warm.”
The moment you raised your gaze and locked it on his, the butterflies in your stomach went wild. There was this intense expression in his eyes; hazy and begging for the same thing that had been swirling through your mind for a while now and the moment his tongue darted out to subconsciously wet his lips, your mind went blank.
“I’m okay.”, you breathed. “It’s just…you make me nervous.”
For a few very long seconds, his brown eyes simply stared into yours and you could literally feel the thick tension in the room, but before you could even think of attempting something, Mason cupped the side of your neck with his hand and kissed you hungrily.
He walked you backwards until you were trapped in between his heavy body and the cooking island with nowhere to go but even if you’d had the chance, you wouldn’t have bailed anyway.
“Mase.”, you moaned quietly as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, and he was quick in using the chance to invade your mouth and brush his tongue against yours with slow, lazy strokes.
Mason was an insanely good kisser. His tongue playing with yours had your knees going week and in a poor attempt to steady yourself, you grabbed onto his shoulder as you buried the other hand into his soft hair.
The way you melted into his body a little more with every brush of his tongue against yours combined with your taste and the smell of your still slightly lingering perfume made him feel as if he was slowly losing his mind and the moment your fingernails scratched the sensitive skin on his neck, he breathed a deep moan into your mouth, hand propping up on the counter behind you for some better leverage.
Just like his, your brain was fogged, and you’d lost the ability to think straight the moment his eyes had locked on yours, but when Mason pressed his hips further into your body and you could feel his hard length digging into your lower stomach, even the farthest corner of your brain was completely consumed by him and the thought of feeling him in a certain way.
“I want you, Mase.”, you sighed against his lips, not even realising you’d used his nickname for the very first time, as you pulled away to catch your breath.
Only seconds later Mason had hoisted you up onto the cooking island as if you weighed nothing, hands firmly settled on your waist. As his lust clouded eyes locked on yours and made your tummy flip in anticipation, you wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back against where you needed him most, but Mason had different plans.
With one hand in your hair, he tilted your head back for better access to that soft skin of yours. His lips attached to your now exposed neck straight away, making you feel hot all over with the wet open mouth kisses he left on every tiny part of you that he could reach and when he gently bit the sensitive skin right above your pulse point and soothed the sting with his tongue, a gasp escaped your lips.
The low chuckle right by your ear had shudders rolling down your spine. That bastard knew exactly what to do to make you feel all sorts of things.
“I want you too baby.”, he murmured before sucking a hickey into the side of your neck and the feeling of it went straight to your core. “But I need a taste first.”
In the haze of pure desire and lust you hadn’t even noticed how his hands had travelled lower, but when his big warm hands found a home on your naked thighs, the tips of his fingers just about playing with the hem of your panties, you nodded quickly.
His wish surprised you as you hadn’t expected him to even waste a thought on going down on you before sticking his dick in and getting some for himself, but apparently Mason was different and actually interested in making this worth your while as well.
“No baby, I need your words. Think I can have a taste?”
You were sure that with the way he kept calling you baby and his bedroom eyes locked on yours, you would’ve agreed to whatever, so you were quick in nodding again. “Yes Mase.”, you affirmed.
“Good girl.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, laughing quietly as you chased him for more, but since he wasn’t one to deny you anything he kissed you heavily again whilst exploring more of the body he so desperately wanted to feel.
The first brush of his fingers against your core had you gasping into his mouth. It was still with your panties acting like some sort of barrier, but even now the feeling was mind-blowing already.
“God, I can already feel how wet you are for me.” Mason dropped his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the thought of feeling you properly in a little bit. “I’m dying to taste you, you have no idea.”
“Mase.”, you whined, making him chuckle at the way you so eagerly pulled his face out of your neck. “Don’t tease.”
The pleading and hazy expression in your eyes was all it took for him to throw his ideas of prolonging it out of the window. Within a couple of seconds, he’d gotten rid of your panties, and he came face to face with your dripping heat.
“So pretty.”, he hummed as he kissed his way up the inside of your thighs, hands following his lips and spreading your open for him a little more. “And all for me.”
A gasp tumbled from your lips as Mason eventually placed a kiss right where your thighs met, before running his tongue through your folds and humming at the sweet taste of you.
“Fuck Mase.” Your hand flew to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his soft hair as you tried to keep up the eye contact, but the intensity of his tongued bumping your clit and licking away at you had your eyes falling shut almost immediately. “Feels so good.”
In his determination to make you feel as good as possible, Mason made sure to pay attention to every tiny sound you made and the way your hand tightened in his hair whenever he did something particularly pleasurable.
“Yes…yes…god you’re so good at that.”
You felt him smiling against your core as you leaned back onto your forearms with moans continuously pouring from your lips. You were already close to reaching your high and if there was even a little free capacity in your brain, you’d certainly be embarrassed, but all you could think of right now was how good Mason was with his tongue.
“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, baby? Hm? Gonna show me how good you’re feeling?”
Your attempt at an answer turned into a load moan as without so much as a warning, he pushed two fingers inside of you. The force of pleasure running through you had your arm giving way underneath you and you melted into the cold surface of Mason’s cooking island.
The sound of your moans had his painfully hard cock pressing even further against the restraint of his boxers as he curled his fingers expertly inside of you. He relished in the sinful sounds you made, in reducing you to this state whilst exploring your soft warm walls and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around other parts of his body.
“Mase fuck…Oh god, yes right there.”, you gasped, back arching, as the pads of his fingers brushed that magical spot inside of you. “Keep going, Mase. Please keep going.”
And Mason did exactly that. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he brought you closer and closer and when he sucked your clit between his lips and brushed that one spot with a little more pressure than before, you tumbled over the edge.
Hot white pleasure shot through your veins and made you feel all sorts of things whilst a mixture of profanities and Mason’s name fell from your lips repeatedly as he rode you through one of the most intense highs you’d ever experienced.
He made sure to gradually slow his movements to bring you down gently, until his fingers stilled inside of you, and he pressed one last kiss to your clit.
“Fucking hell.”, you sighed breathlessly as you tried to regain your senses. One orgasm and you were sure he’d ruined sex for you forever as there was no way you’d find someone who could do it as good as him.
Mason gave you a minute to recover before carefully removing his fingers and licking them clean. “You taste like heaven, y/n.”, he hummed. His hands gently massaged your still slightly shaking thighs as he leaned over you.
“You’re okay there?”, he smiled softly as he noticed the state you were in and when you simply nodded slowly, he chuckled, satisfied with the state he’d put you into. “I’ll give you a second baby, but then you better have another one in you for me.”
You only hummed, unsure if you could actually take it after what he’d just done to you, but deep down you were dying to feel him inside of you.
With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer until he finally pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss and as you deepened the kiss and pushed your tongue against his, tasting yourself on it, Mason carefully brought you up in a sitting position. He cupped your bum with his large hands and pulled you closer to the edge whilst kissing you lazily as if you had all the time in the world.
“You sure you’re okay?” His hands moved up to your waist, fingers gently squeezing and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at his caring nature.
“Very sure, Mase.” You kissed him quickly, internally wondering if you were showing too much affection when most likely he didn’t see more than a one-time thing in this, but when he pushed a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned in to brush his nose against your cheek, your worries settled.
“Good cause I’m not done with you yet.” His deep voice had a pleasant shiver rolling down your spine and you let out a deep breath when he continued kissing over your jaw.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Whatever you want it to be baby.”, he hummed, fingers brushing over the faint mark he’d left on your neck.
You really needed him to stop calling you baby as it was slowly blurring the lines, but at the same time it sounded so sexy, you didn’t want him to use another pet name again. His lips followed an invisible path down the side of your neck, and you thought he’d leave another mark, but all you felt was his tongue licking a stripe up your throat.
With him teasing you like that you grew a little impatient. You wanted to feel him, all of him and since he made no attempt to speed things up, you let one of your hands travel down the front of his toned torso until you could cup his bulge over the fabric of his boxers.
The moan Mason let out the second you started stroking him sounded delicious and the fact that you were the one pulling sounds like that from him had a gush of heat rushing down to your centre. He stood perfectly still with his head buried in the crook of your neck, but you could feel his slightly ragged breath fanning over your heated skin whilst tiny moans kept falling from his lips.
“Feels so good.”, he whimpered as his hips bucked up into your hand, searching for a little more and whilst you’d have loved to tease him a little longer, you were dying to touch him without any barrier.
Too desperate to have each other, neither of you could be bothered to get rid of any of the clothes you were wearing, so Mason helped you to simply push his boxers down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. He was bigger than you’d expected, and you weren’t quite sure he would fit, but for some reason the thought of being full of him had the excitement building even more.
You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as you eventually wrapped your hand around his dick and rubbed your thumb through the precum on his tip. “Oh fuck, y/n.”
Your name falling from his lips sounded so sinful and hot, you didn’t think you could ever go without hearing it again. As you gently stroked his length, Mason had to prop up his arms on the surface next to your thighs. He felt way too good, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it to actually fucking you if you kept torturing him with the perfectly pressured strokes of your hand, but at the same time he desperately didn’t want you to stop.
Contrary to what people kept saying, it had been a while since someone had touched him the way you just did and the fact that you were ridiculously attractive and sitting in front of him in nothing, but his t-shirt didn’t really help with keeping it together either.
“God, you’re so good at that.”, he moaned pathetically loudly and, in an attempt, to muffle his sounds, he pressed his lips against yours in a heavy kiss. He was momentarily distracted by your tongue brushing against his, but when you squeezed his dick and ran your thumb over the protruding vein on the underside, he pulled away.
“Stop.”, he panted as he backed away a little, his head spinning from the pleasure running through his body.
You removed your hands from his body in an instant, surprised at his sudden change in demeanour and the thought of having done something wrong invaded your mind within a second.
“Sorry, I haven’t done this in a while and-“
“No, no, no it wasn’t you.”, he rushed. His heart dropped when he caught on to what you were thinking. “Well, it was you, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”, he chuckled, stepping closer again and brushing his lips against yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I just nearly came then and there because you’re way too good at that and I really want to go all the way.”
You blushed heavily at his words and dropped your gaze to your hands, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.
“It felt insanely good, y/n, but I’m pretty sure fucking you will feel even better, you know?”
Mason leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulled you even closer to the edge of the granite countertop before spreading your legs a little wider. You breathed his name into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tightly when you felt him running the blunt head of his dick through your wet folds.
“Eyes on me baby.”, Mason whispered against your lips before pulling back a little and once your gaze was on his, he smiled. “Good girl. You’re ready?”
“Yes, Mase.”
You’d thought he might be hesitant and slow, but Mason surprised you with burying himself inside of you with one swift motion.
“Oh my god.” The feeling of him deep inside of you had your body going limp. You slumped forward, arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on your shoulder as you tried to adjust to his size.
The fact you hadn’t slept with anyone in a while combined with how big he was had you feeling a little lightheaded and you needed a moment to get used to all the sensations.
“I know.”, he sighed. “Fuck, you feel so good you have no idea.”
Mason bit the inside of his cheek so hard he feared he might draw blood, but the pain was the only thing keeping him from pounding into you. He knew you needed a moment. He could literally feel how tightly your walls were gripping his twitching dick.
You felt a little pathetic for how long you needed to get used to him, but after a while the painful burn turned into a pleasurable stretch, and you felt ready for what he had to offer.
“You can move, Mase.”, you mumbled as your lips trailed over his neck. The temptation of sucking a purple bruise into his soft skin was strong, but contrary to you, he couldn’t cover it up and since you didn’t want him to be the target for his teammate’s teasing, you opted for licking a stripe up to his pulse point. “Please fuck me.”
Mason’s eyes darkened the moment you locked yours on his. “Lay back, baby.”, he ordered, gently pushing you down on your back and although the t-shirt still covered most of your body, the sight in front of him was one he would never get tired of.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”, he growled lowly and that was about all the warning he gave you before moving his hips against yours. He started off slowly, giving you both a second to get accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of his dick rubbing against your soft walls, but it wasn’t long until he grabbed your hips and set a rather harsh pace.
Both of your moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping and created a rather dirty atmosphere in his kitchen, but even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back. The sight of him, head slightly bent so he could watch himself driving in and out of your wet heat, lips slightly parted and eyes closing in pleasure every once in a while, combined with his dick hitting deep inside of you made you feel all sorts of things.
“Fuck Mase…yes…oh my god.” Your back arched off the cooking island when he hit that magical spot inside of you, making you see stars for a moment. “Right there, oh fuck.”
Mason could feel how tightly your pussy gripped him and he had to fight to keep it together. He desperately wanted you to come first and to help you further along, he quickly got his thumb wet and attached it to your clit.
“Shit, Mase.” Your lips fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as his finger drew relentless circles on your already sensitive clit and it wasn’t long until you could feel the pleasure building up in your stomach. “I’m…I’m so close, Mase. Please.”
“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”, he panted as he got closer and closer to his own high, but after a few more perfectly pressured circles against your nub and his dick hitting that special spot, he watched as you cried out, thighs shaking around his hips and face contorting from the white-hot pleasure running through your veins.
He tried his best to push you through it, but the way your walls clamped around him so tightly had him teetering dangerously close on the edge.
“You…you can cum inside of me.”, you panted. “It’s…safe.”
And that was all it took for him. With his name tumbling from his lips repeatedly he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your pulsating walls with his hot release.
“Holy shit.”, he breathed as he collapsed on top of you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.
Your hands found their way into his hair. You brushed through the soft strands and scratched his scalp gently, trying to calm him down as you could feel his racing heart pounding against your ribs.
For a moment, the both of you just laid there. Him flopped on top of you, face hidden away in your neck and you beneath him, revelling in his heavy body pressing down on you, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. You could feel him softening inside of you, the sensation a stark contrast to how he’d handled you before and when you kissed the side of his head, it suddenly hit you.
You’d slept with Mason. Your neighbour and just about the only person you trusted around here at the moment. The only person you considered a friend. What if that shag had ruined it all? You knew how weird things could get after having slept with someone and usually the friendship or whatever it had been faded away. What if it happened to you and Mason too?
“I have to go and clean myself up.”, you mumbled, suddenly feeling all awkward as you gently pushed on his shoulders to get him to move.
“I don’t like this, but fine.”, Mason grumbled, but with a huff, he hoisted himself back up and sent you a lopsided grin. He gently pulled you back up in a sitting position before carefully pulling out. “Don’t be too long.”, he said and with a gentle peck to your lips he helped you down the cooking island.
Once he’d released you, you dashed to the bathroom to clean yourself up, realising too late that you’d left your panties on Mason’s kitchen floor and had nothing to wear now. Sighing, you made peace with the fact of having to pop downstairs again to pick them up and you instantly hoped that Mason would’ve gone to bed already by then.
Your reflection in the mirror wasn’t half as bad as you’d expected it to be. Your lips were a little swollen and a purple bruise was blossoming where Mason had sucked a little too harshly on your skin, but other than that and the fucked-out expression in your eyes, you looked surprisingly decent.
What wasn’t decent however, was the thoughts running riot in your mind.
There was no logical explanation for what had just happened. Other than, that he was an insanely handsome and attractive man, and you were a weak woman with a pathetic crush on your neighbour.
One-night-stands weren’t your cup of tea at all. You could count on less than one hand how many times you’d slept with someone without being in a relationship with them and you’d never planned on extending that list. Until Mason apparently.
The sex had been incredible, there was no denying that he was the best you’d ever had – and probably ever get – and you didn’t regret it, but at the same time you hated yourself for ruining a perfectly good beginning of a friendship. Let alone relationship. A word you refused to even think about.
Completely ignoring the fact that he was Mason Mount the football player, he was still Mason, the handsome, young man who could probably pull any woman he wanted. As if someone like him would ever go for someone like you.
But the worst part was that he now probably thought of you as someone who did this more often. Having one-night-stands. Shagging men in their kitchen.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you whispered to yourself. “What was I thinking?”
You knew freaking out wasn’t the solution and talking about this whole thing to clear the situation would be way better, but it was late, you were exhausted, and Mason was probably back to bed already so there really wasn’t much you could do.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you would tell him that you weren’t one of those women who threw themselves at men like that.
Not expecting anyone as you opened the door, you nearly screamed out loud as you came face to face with Mason.
“You erm…forgot these downstairs.” A blush coated his cheeks as he handed you the pair of panties you’d left in his kitchen.
“Thanks.” You quickly pulled them up your legs, trying not to flash him, although the attempt was completely unnecessary, since he’d already seen everything anyway. “Listen, Mase I-“
“Let’s not talk in the hallway, hm?” To your surprise, Mason gently grabbed your hand and without giving you the chance to say something, he pulled you with him towards his bedroom.
Your cheeks burned at the thought of facing him after what you’d just done, but even though you dreaded it, you knew it was probably for the best to get it out of the way before it led to misunderstandings.
Mason, feeling a little weird about it all himself too, flopped down in his bed, back against the headboard and as he could see the hesitant expression on your face whilst eyeing his bed, pulled you down to sit on his thighs. His hands found a home on your waist, fingers gently caressing you through the fabric of his t-shirt as he carefully observed your reaction to it all, wondering if sitting you on top of him like this was too much, but it wasn’t long before it burst out of you.
“Look Mase, I know this looks very much like the opposite and I don’t blame you for thinking like that about me, but I normally don’t do this.”, you told him. “Sleeping with men, I mean. Well, I do sleep with men, that’s not what I meant, like I do have sex with men, but only like in relationships cause I don’t really like the idea of randomly shagging someone…”
Mason watched the deep blush spreading over your cheeks the more you tried to explain yourself and he couldn’t help but find you incredibly endearing. With your gaze fixed on your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you didn’t notice the fond expression in Mason’s eyes as he watched you rambling on.
“And I don’t know what happened today, but I somehow…I don’t know you’re you and you make me nervous cause I like you and then it just happened, but I really want you to know that I’m not like other women who like do it all the time and-“
You were suddenly cut off by a pair of lips softly pressing against yours and although you were incredibly surprised, you reciprocated the careful kiss in an instant.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, I like you too, y/n.”
Mason tried to kiss you again, but completely baffled by his words, you pulled away. “Wait, what?” Your eyes searched his for some kind of mockery, but all you could find in his big brown orbs was warmth and love. “You…you…like me?”
He watched your eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips just about caressing the soft skin he couldn’t get enough of.
“Yes, y/n. I really like you.” He gently cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing right beneath your eye. “I know it’s sudden and we haven’t known each other for that long yet, but lately seeing you in the morning and getting to talk to you, has been the best part of my day.”
The way Mason kept staring at you with a fond expression had your tummy flipping and although you still felt a little hesitant, you reached out for his free hand and pushed your fingers between his.
“You…this…you mean this wasn’t just a random shag?”
“No, y/n.”, he chuckled as he dropped his head for a second. He felt bad he’d given you the feeling of being one of many when you were so much more to him. “Like you, I don’t really like sleeping with women I barely know. I don’t have that much time anyway and the idea of wasting the free time I have with women who are mostly only interested in fucking a footballer just doesn’t seem appealing to me.”
“But I-“
“You’re different. I can’t give you a proper explanation why, but I’ve felt it.” Mason placed a soft kiss onto your forehead. “I loved that I got to talk to you every single morning before leaving for training, you know, just talking random things and easing my mind a little and I felt like every day I got to know you a little better and the more we spoke the more I figured that I liked you – more than I should.”
“You never said anything. Like I would’ve never guessed it meant so much to you.”, you said quietly and in absolute disbelief. This was Mason out of all people sitting right in front of you – or more like underneath you – handing you his little heart on a plate.
It all seemed so absurd. First the mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, then your mini panic attack in the bathroom, followed by Mason taking you into his room and placing you in his lap to tell you he liked you. All whilst both of you were still barely dressed.
You felt like you were in some sort of fever dream as there was no way any of this was real.
“I’d actually planned to invite you for dinner at my place, you know?”, Mason admitted with blushed cheeks. “Dating me can be a bit difficult, especially in the beginning, so I thought you’d feel more comfortable in the safety of my four walls, but then when I came home, there was this chaos here and my plan was out the window and...”
He interrupted himself, shaking his head and chuckling. He felt like a proper idiot. “I know it was the completely wrong order and I should have told you first that I like you before sticking my dick in, but you in my t-shirt…you were just so irresistible, and I really am sorry you thought you weren’t more than a quick shag for me.”
As he nudged his nose against yours, your tummy flipped again. “It’s fine, Mase. It's not like you couldn't have thought the same of me. After all, I’ve let you do all these things to me and made it look as if shagging random men was completely normal for me.”
“Oi, I’m not a random man, am I?” Mason tickled your sides in an attempt to lift the heavy tension in the room and the giggle you let out warmed his heart. God, he wanted to hear that sound forever. “Seriously though, I really do like you, and I would love to give us a try. If you want that too, that is.”
“I’d like that a lot, Mase.”, you breathed and after he’d taken the lead on so many occasions tonight, you felt like this time it was on you.
One of your hands found its place on the side of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him softly. His quiet hum against your lips before kissing you back made you feel all warm inside and although you should probably talk a little more, you couldn’t help but deepen it a little.
Kissing him felt amazing, feeling his tongue gently playing with yours made you feel all giddy inside and when his hands sneaked beneath your shirt and started caressing your skin, a tiny moan got lost in his mouth.
Neither of you could get enough of the other and whilst your hands were buried in his soft hair, Mason’s roamed all over your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. His fingers caressed the soft skin on your warm thighs, travelling all the way up to your waist where he squeezed gently before he eventually stroked up and down your sides, higher and higher until his thumbs brushed the underside of your boob carefully.
You pulled away to take a look at him and the moment your eyes locked on his, Mason noticed the hesitation. In his kitchen, it had appeared to be a no-strings-attached shag, but now that you’d talked, everything felt so different.
“I meant what I said, y/n.”, he whispered. “I really like you and I would love for you to give us a chance. You’re an incredible woman and so so beautiful, I hope you know that.”
Still a little unsettled by it all and marked by bad past experiences, you tried to read between the lines and find the catch, but all you could find was a smile, painted by pure and deep affection.
“We don’t have to do anything now, you know? We can just go to bed. You can sleep here or in your room, it’s up to you. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do something or that I only want you for sex, because it’s so much more for me. I don’t expect you to do anything with me now.”
“I’m not sure your body agrees, you know.”, you chuckled, nodding towards the bulge forming in his tight boxers.
“y/n.”, Mason groaned as a deep blush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but even he couldn’t hide the small laugh bubbling up inside of him. It was definitely the last thing he’d expected you to say. “I’m sorry okay? You’re in your panties, literally on top of me. It’s making me go insane. You’re making me go insane.”
“I can see that.”, you grinned. “What would you do if I left you hanging now? Take a shower?”
You had no idea what had happened, but his honest admission had set a boost of confidence free and now that you knew you were both on the same page, you couldn’t wait to experience what you hadn’t downstairs.
“Probably yes.”, he nodded as he curiously observed your every move. He watched the small smile spreading over your face whilst your hands moved down his torso until your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt.
“I don’t think you need that shower tonight, Mase.”
A deep sigh left his lips when you lightly scratched the soft skin of his tummy. It was the first time you touched him properly as you hadn’t gotten the chance to do so in the kitchen and his warm skin beneath yours sent shockwaves through your body.
The way Mason reacted to your touch gave you the confidence you needed to push his shirt up higher and when eventually Mason got the message and pulled it over his head you were left a little speechless.
Obviously, he was an athlete and you’d expected him to be fit and have a nice body, but what you’d right in front of you exceeded all your wildest expectations. Defined abs, the v-line disappearing under the waistband of his boxers and toned pecks, all covered by perfectly smooth skin. He looked perfect.
His muscles contracted beneath your touch, as you traced along his abs and sides with gentle fingers. You paid some extra attention to the mole slightly above his bellybutton before moving on to trace the Champions League tattoo on his side.
“You’re so beautiful.”, you whispered as you took your time to look all over his body in a way you hadn’t been able to before and you hated him a little for keeping himself hidden away before, but at the same time you felt as if now that you had more time and patience, you appreciated the sight more than you would’ve in the haste of before.
Not taking your hands off his body, you leaned down and kissed all over his collarbones and down his chest slowly, making sure to cover all of the warm skin you could reach and the way he quietly sighed kept you going.
Mason hissed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you teasingly flicked his nipple and when you sent him a cheeky smile, he shook his head. He liked this version of you just as much as any other you’d showed him so far.
A drawn-out moan flew past his lips the moment he felt you palming him over his boxers. The warm sensation gathered in his stomach almost immediately and although he would’ve loved to let you do your thing, he wanted this time to be special.
Mason pried your hand off his dick gently before pulling you in a little closer. “I want to do it properly this time.”, he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you softly.
“Properly?”
“Yeah like…I want to take my time with you, feel you properly. I don’t want it to be rushed and quick, more like slowly and…loving. I want to sleep with you this time, not fuck you, you know?”
Your heart stumbled in your chest. The sudden vulnerability and intimate honesty he laid out for you nothing what you’d expected, but for some reason it made it all feel even more intense and special.
“I want that, too, Mase.”, you whispered quietly and although he’d always seemed to be so confident in his own skin, you could see the relief rushing through him at hearing your words.
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When Mason woke up the next morning, he expected to have you in his arms; head on his chest and leg draped across his, but to his surprise, the bed next to him was empty.
He knew it didn’t have to mean anything as there were about 50 different reasons for why you could’ve left without meaning to leave him, but his stomach still dropped and when you hadn’t emerged after another five minutes of lying in bed, thinking you’d maybe just gone to the loo, he eventually got up and dressed.
When you both had actually gone to sleep last night or rather this morning and you’d fallen asleep on his chest, he’d cursed today's training, but now that 164 thoughts about you were going through his head, he was quite happy to get some distraction.
Mason couldn't find a logical explanation for why you’d just taken off after everything that had happened. He’d thought that you were on the same side, and had the same idea for what was supposed to come for the two of you, but apparently, he’d read it all wrong.
Less then 10 minutes later he’d made it downstairs. His training bag got dropped by the door before he quickly dashed to the kitchen to grab himself one of those energy bars his brother had recommended, but the sight he was confronted by was one he would never complain about.
There you were, still dressed in his t-shirt and your hair mindlessly thrown up in a bun, as you swayed your hips to the music coming from the radio, quietly singing along. For a moment, Mason allowed himself to just take it in.
The domesticity of the whole thing had his heart warming in his chest and if it had been up to him, he would’ve just watched you forever, but soon enough you turned around.
“Jesus Mase.”, you yelped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. “Normal people say something to announce themselves and don't stand in the doorway looking at other people like creeps.”
Mason laughed quietly. “Sorry, I was just very surprised to see you here. I thought you’d left.”
“I would never.”, you smiled and after you’d placed a cup of coffee on the table, you made your way over to where he was still leaning against the door. “Morning.”
You weren’t exactly sure if you were supposed to, but ever since you’d kissed him for the first time you couldn’t stop, so before you could chicken out, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Morning.”, Mason hummed as he grabbed your waist to keep you close, suddenly feeling all warm and giddy inside. “What are you doing in my kitchen anyway?”
“So I know you get breakfast at Carrington, but I still wanted to make something as a little thank you for letting me stay and all that. I know it’s not much but-“
As his heart was threatening to burst his chest, Mason was quick in interrupting you with his lips against yours. He could feel you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his body as you kissed him back and, in that moment, he knew, that this was all he ever needed in life.
“There’s really no need to thank me, y/n.”, he whispered once he’d pulled back a little. “But I still appreciate it a lot.”
24 hours ago, you’d been y/n, his neighbour and maybe his friend, and now that he held you in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, he knew he didn’t need some dates to confirm what he was feeling.
“There’s no way I’ll ever let you go again, love. Stay with me?”, he mumbled into your hair and when he felt your lips stretching into a smile against his neck, it was all he needed to know your answer.
“Yes.”
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