eliza 2.0 (@maseybaby)

requests are open!!!

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masterlist -

friendly neighbourhood spiderman (fluff)

i’m bored (fluff & smut)

from friends to lovers (fluff - instagram fic)

all you had to do was stay (angst, fluff, suggestive content)

all about you (series)

bedtime kisses (fluff)

a weekend to remember (fluff, suggestive content - instagram fic)

secret little rendezvous (smut)

welcome home (smut)

[riceybaby]

fun in the sun 🤍 - christian pulisic

instagram fic - you and puli share your honeymoon adventures

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@y/n✅

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y/n @/cmpulisic treating me like a princess on our honeymoon ❤️

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kaihavertz29 gross

lilyrose_depp have a great time darling!

cmpulisic gonna be a great week ❤️

@cmpulisic✅

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cmpulisic lazy days

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y/n and a very lazy morning too 😏

> cmpulisic wanna have a lazy evening as well?

> y/n was hoping for something a bit rougher this evening 🙄

> cmpulisic i can do that too

> benchilwell there are children on this app! and a mason!

> masonmount baby pulisic incoming!

@y/n✅

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y/n lil honeymoon photo dump ❤️

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cmpulisic my wife is gorgeous

> y/n as is my husband 🥰

> cmpulisic can’t argue with you there

> y/n so you agree? mason really is gorgeous

> cmpulisic even on our honeymoon you can’t resist can you 😑

> y/n never baby xoxo

@cmpulisic✅

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cmpulisic the love of my life in this one and the next ❤️ @/y/n

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y/n oh ur gonna get some stick for this i can tell

y/n but i love u 💞💞💞

masonmount this is proper soppy mate

benchilwell what’s up with you you’ve gone soft

> y/n leave him alone 😂

> cmpulisic i’m going to be even softer after what i’ve just found out

> y/n chris i would advise you to shut your mouth

> benchilwell ???

> cmpulisic 🤐🤐🤐

@cmpulisic✅

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cmpulisic me and the dogs are very excited about something

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kaihavertz29 you’re finally getting rid of the blonde?

> y/n i like it 🙄

masonmount any time now!

reecejames so so happy for you my brother ❤️

y/n tease

> cmpulisic how do you think we got in this situation in the first place?

> y/n too much wine and a broken condom?

> cmpulisic that too

@y/n✅

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y/n bursting with joy to announce that me and @/cmpulisic have a little one on the way!!!

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cmpulisic our little family ❤️

> y/n i still can’t believe i get to do this with you 🥰

kaihavertz29 well you two certainly had some fun in the sun 🤦🏻‍♂️

@cmpulisic✅

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cmpulisic ❤️❤️

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y/n my two favourite boys

> cmpulisic i’m still number one right

> y/n shut up chris

[riceybaby]

me, or him? 🤍 - mason mount x christian pulisic x reader

synopsis: the boys decide to play a game with you when you appear to favour christian over mason

warnings: dom!mason, softdom!christian, sub!reader, oral (f+m receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, cum play

It was a common occurrence. What started off as a drunken one night thing between you and two friends turned into a frequent rendezvous, a look at a party you were all at, or a late night message, and suddenly you would be back in bed with Mason and Christian. Never once had it crossed your mind to sleep with just Mason, or just Christian, the little trio the three of you had going on was working more than well enough.

And whilst they both had the common goal of fucking the life out of you, they couldn’t be more different in bed. Christian was sweet and patient, taking his time with you, and you used each other to explore the praise kink you both had. But then you couldn’t deny how much you loved the rough treatment you got from Mason, the degrading little comments and the bruises he left along your body making your head spin.

“You two look nice tonight” you said, your intention evident in your tone of voice as you sat on the stool in between them both at the bar. It was a fancy event, meaning the three of you were in your classiest outfits, but all you have been able to think about the entire evening is them taking you to a room and having their way with you, your thoughts a world away from the respectable atmosphere you found yourself in.

“As do you” smirked Chris in response, his eyes transfixed on your own. Mason took a sip of his drink with a tightened fist, trying to stop himself from staring too long. He was aware that the rest of his colleagues were in the room, something his teammate had seemed to have forgotten as his fingertips danced dangerously close to the hem of your dress. With a quick scan of the room, Mase decided it was safe to join in.

“Take this” he said with his lips to your neck, handing you the keys to Christian’s room. “We’re going to finish our drinks, and you’re going to go in there and strip to your underwear ready for us, ok?”

You nodded, getting up and starting to walk away before Mason grabbed your wrist. “Don’t we get a goodbye kiss?”

“I suppose so” you teased, checking no one was watching before taking Christian by the collar and placing a sweet kiss to his lips, tasting liquor and desire. He hummed against you and then pulled away, his eyes a dark, dark shade of lust. Mason was sat there expectantly, but with all your pent up frustration you just wanted them to take everything out on you, so you decided not to give him what he wanted.

“See you up there” you said with a wink, watching the annoyance spread on his face as he realised you were going to be a brat for the night. Mason didn’t like that. Christian? You would do anything he said. But Mason you always liked to push to the edge a little bit more, knowing what you would get in return.

Once you had got to the room, you did as you were told and laid on the bed in just your lingerie, a black set that sent both of them crazy. Not long after, you heard the door handle and soon Chris stood there at the foot of the bed, scanning every inch of skin on your body.

“Something tells me you’re in for it tonight, Y/N.”

“What? But I’ve been such a good girl, doing exactly what I’m told” you whine sarcastically, adding a pout at the end. He crawls on top of you, hot breath fanning against your tits, looking up at you and smiling. “You know Mason doesn’t like it when you tease him, he wants you bad.” His lips find your neck, nipping at the spot that produces his favourite sound. “And we’ve decided that if you’re going to act like a brat tonight, then we’re gonna have our fun with you.”

Confused to what he meant, you half replied with a moan as his fingers ran over your clothed clit, and half with a “What do you mean?”

“What he means, sweetheart, is that if you’re going to favour him, then we’re going to play a game to see just how true that is.” You lift up your head to see Mason stood where Christian was minutes ago, with his tie in his hand, motioning to you to walk over to him.

Chris turns your hips so you’re stood with your back to Mason’s chest, and his own hands cup your face. “Such pretty eyes Y/N, a shame we won’t get to see them.” Suddenly everything goes dark, the soft material being tied around your head and covering your sight. Two hands lead you back to the bed, lying you down on your back and spreading your legs open.

“We’re each going to take it in turns with you baby, and then all you’ve got to do is tell us who you preferred, me, or him” an American voice rings out, telling you who was talking. “Is that ok?”

“Yes”

“Good girl” he replies, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, and a light slap to your clit, making you jolt.

He moves away, and it’s silent in the room. Even without your sight however, you can sense the sexual tension. Just when you’re about to complain, you feel a soft kitten lick to your folds, causing you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It carried on, the boy kissing his way up your pussy until he reached your clit, and started to suck on it.

“Fuck” you muttered, your senses heightened, not expecting it to feel so good so quickly. “That feel good gorgeous?” It was Mason talking this time, but you had no way of telling if he was the one between your thighs or not. “So fucking good.”

The movements kept coming, swirling around your clit and entrance with their tongue until they recognised the signs that you were about to cum, your brows furrowing and breathing getting heavier. And then it all stopped, causing you to whine.

“That’s not fair. Can’t we have a competition of who can make me cum the hardest?” you say, trying to tease them into giving you what you want.

“Don’t push your luck.”

A different tongue laps you up, softer this time. You immediately cry out at the feeling, having just been edged and now being worked back up again. A soft kiss is placed to your clit, and a nibble too. They run their tongue in circles over it, causing you to lower your pussy further into their face, needing the relief they were giving you.

It was all feeling so good, that you couldn’t help but tell the boys you were getting close. A big mistake that was. The tongue lifted off of you, and a bright white light filled the room as you realise the blindfold had been taken off.

“So Y/N” Chris asks, fingers rubbing up and down your inner thighs where Mason’s stubble had left a mark, “Which did you prefer, the first or the second one?”

Both left your head spinning, and threatened to push you over the edge, but you couldn’t deny which one was your favourite. “The first one.”

Christian’s head turned to Mason, who was sat there with a devilish smirk on his face, clearly proud of himself. “Good choice” he says against your lips, after leaning forward and kissing you deeply. It must have been his tongue that you felt first, the same one that was now in your mouth. His kiss got more desperate, pushing all of him as close to you as he could until his bulge was straining in his trousers against your pelvis.

He puts his hand underneath the back of your head and turns it until you’re facing the other man in the room, letting Chris lean forward and have his taste. Whilst Mason’s tongue may be your favourite to be between your thighs, Chris’ was your favourite to be in your mouth, the soft and slow movements making you forget everything else for a moment. “I’m so fucking hard for you baby” he whispers against you. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”

Before you could answer, Mason was pulling your arm so you were sat up, noticing his trousers were already off and Chris was unbuttoning his own. Your eyes were fixed on Mason’s bulge, his cock being the bigger of the two. “Do you want a taste for yourself baby?” he asks into your ear, giving it a gentle bite when you nod. “And why’s that?” All three of you knew the answer he was waiting for. “Say it Y/N.”

“I’m a slut.”

“Good girl, and whose slut are you?” His lips had moved to sucking your sweet spot on your neck as Christian took off your bra and licked around your nipple, looking up as he waited for your answer.

“Both of yours.” A harsh slap fell against your arse from Mason’s hand. “That’s right, your our pretty little slut who’s gonna suck us both off, isn’t she”

“Fuck, yes daddy” you reply as Chris sucks extra hard. He moves so he’s sat in front of you, and you kneel down in front of him. After placing light kisses on him over his boxers, you slowly pull them down and despite not losing his eye contact, you can’t help but notice the way Mason is enjoying watching the two of you from the other side of the bed. Your tongue licks Chris from base to tip, causing a soft groan to escape his lips as he looks down at you and strokes your hair. He had been waiting for this all day. Lightly sucking on the tip, you pump him in your hand a few times before taking him all the way down your throat. “Shit Y/N, that’s it, just like that” he says. His grip on your hair tightens as he turns to look at Mason, shaking his head at him to tell him just how good your mouth felt. Mason watched as you bobbed your head up and down your teammates shaft, loving the way you took every inch and the way you made Chris lose all control, seeing his stomach begin to cave in. Mason’s cock was lying flat against his own stomach, practically begging to be touched. He let out a hiss as he finally rubbed himself, lowering his hands to fondle his balls, just teasing himself as he knew that if he let him properly touch himself, he would be cumming before Christian.

“Mase, come here”

You had heard the way he whimpered as he touched himself and wanted to feel both of them. He walked over to the two of you and stood next to Chris. Your mouth was now rapidly going up and down on him, and Mason was finding it so hot that he didn’t want to interfere. You took him in your hand, and started jerking him off. His head fell backwards, letting out strings of your name and various other words.

“Y/N baby, you feel so fucking good.”

“Wait till she’s got you down her throat mate, she’s being such a fucking good girl for me tonight.”

Mason didn’t want to wait, and you could tell Chris was getting close, so you switch your movements now having Mason down your throat, and your fingers lightly rubbing Christian. “Shit”. Mason quickly grabbed the headboard to stop his knees giving way. “You weren’t kidding.”

The American came to kneel behind you, reaching round to play with your clit and talk into your ear. “Take him deeper, Y/N. Take every inch you can.”

When you did, there was just the last little bit you couldn’t get to on your own, but Chris pushed your head down further until you had Mason all the way, moaning onto him as the circles on your clit spread up. “I’m gonna cum baby.”

At that Chris pulls you completely off, wanting to wait until the two were fucking you before either of you came. “Come sit on my lap.”

You did as you were told, Christian sitting against the headboard with his knees up as you straddled him, him running his dick up and down your folds. You try to sink down onto him but he stops you, and goes back to wetting his tip. “I want you to try and stay still for me. I’m going to fuck you and Mason’s going to control your hips, is that ok?” You nod and he pushes up, both of you gasping at how good it feels every time you do it. After a few thrusts, and once Christian’s attention had moved from your face to his cock disappearing into you, Mason gripped your hips and moved them so that you met each thrust. He wanted to see you in pure pleasure so he moves you even faster, Christian speeding up to match the pace. His head and eyes roll back, the feeling of you squeezing around him being overwhelming.

“He’s so deep Masey” you sob, throwing your head back into the crook of his neck, leaving the two boys to make eye contact.

“She’s so wet tonight, look she’s running down my fucking balls” he laughs.

“That’s because she loves being a whore for us, don’t you sweetheart.” Mason replies, placing another stinging slap to your arse. Christian jerks his head to the empty space on the bed next to him, signalling for Mason to sit down there. Once he’s in the same position Chris gives you a few more thrusts, his cheeks blushed, until he lifts you off and passes you over to Mason. The way they were manhandling you was so hot, usually there were more feelings involved but tonight they both just needed to shag you, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Mason wasted no time, immediately thrusting into you. His hair falls flat against his forehead, and somehow you manage to swipe it up and give him a gentle kiss. The room fills with the sound of both yours and his moans, and you can hear the grin in Chris’ voice when he asks you if you’re ok, placing wet, hot kisses to your shoulder.

“You’re so tight baby, I think I’m gonna cum”. Mason says, his knuckles white from where he’s been grasping the bedsheets. His cock was still splitting you open, and you bounced further down onto it, making him hit your g-spot.

“Cum inside me Masey” you moan, wanting to feel him coating your walls.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely”

With that he strains, his legs shaking and moans turning into grunts and pants. His thrusts get sloppier until he lets himself go, moaning out your name like a prayer. You feel his cum shooting into you, and he buries his head into your chest as he comes down from high. “I don’t know what the fuck you do to me but I love it” he laughs, completely spent. Your lips find his and it’s rushed and it’s messy but that’s the way it’s always been with him. “Go finish Christian off darling.”

Chris takes you in his arms, lying you down on the bed and eases his way back inside you. With every thrust he pushes Mason’s cum deeper inside you and the noise it’s making turns you on an obscene amount. His forehead pushes against yours, and all you can do is stare at his brown eyes and moan into his mouth to tell him how good you feel.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck you feel good” he whines into your ear, getting close to your high already. His fingers come down to your front to play with your clit once more, trying to get you as close as he is. The feeling of his fingers going up and down, and of him so big and deep inside of you was more than enough to do so, and you were grateful for Mason’s hand you were digging into to contain yourself.

“I’m so close baby”

“Me too Chris”

“I’m going to count to three, and on three I want you to cum all over me ok?”

“One” you started to lose all awareness of your surroundings, just knowing the two men were on the bed with you.

“Two” he slowed his movements down, trying to stop himself from cumming too soon.

“Three” you both let go, his face contorting in pleasure as he emptied himself into you, and you feeling your legs shake as your orgasm finally ripped through you. He carried on his thrusts, riding out your highs until you were both done.

You couldn’t help but jolt when Mason very gently ran his fingers through your folds, still so sensitive. He collected you, himself and Christian onto his fingers before pushing them into your mouth, and the two watched you hum to the taste.

“That good?”

“As good as always.”

You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and come back to find them both on the bed waiting for you. You lay on your side facing Mason, placing your head on his chest, and grab Christian’s arms so his body is wrapped around yours.

“Night” you yawn, knowing you’ll be doing this all over again in the morning and need all the energy you can get. Mason places a kiss on your forehead and turns out the light, while Chris squeezes your sides to wish you a good sleep, dreaming of all the things you’ll get up to in your lazy morning with them.

[riceybaby]

beach days 🤍 - mason mount

genre - fluff, suggestive content, instagram fic

summary - you, mason and your friends take a trip to the beach

@y/n✅

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y/n @/masonmount i look better in your shirt than you

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masonmount you look even better with my shirt on the floor

> y/n behave mister

masonmount ❤️❤️❤️

masonmount you’re so pretty

> y/n how many comments are you going to leave

> masonmount as many as it takes for you to get off your phone and come cuddle me

perrieedwards wanna wear my shirt instead?

> y/n come here then

@/masonmount✅

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masonmount sea you soon 🌊

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y/n 👏👏 10/10 for pun effort

> masonmount acting like you didn’t spend an hour coming up with it for me x

y/n sexsea boy

y/n SEXSEA BUOY

> masonmount stop this

@sophiaaemilia ✅

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sophiaaemilia two minutes after this mason fell in

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masonmount I didn’t fall in I jumped! 🙄

> y/n if jumping means getting your foot caught on the railing and bellyflopping into the water then yeah, you jumped

kaihavertz29 @/masonmount idiot

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[riceybaby]

hi!! hope you’re all well <3 so a while ago i started writing a series called ‘all about you’ where you’re in a famous band in a pr relationship with mason. i’ve kind of lost all interest in that series but still love the concept so i think i might just write lots of standalone fics based around that scenario?? but i also still desperately want to write a series, and i’ve got some other ideas planned. if this is what i did would that be something you would want to read?

[riceybaby]

i absolutely love all of @untruemason ‘s blurbs (go read them) and was inspired write this :)

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“Miss Y/N. You’re due on set in 5 minutes”

The knock pierced the bubble you had found yourself in with Mason, who currently had his head in between your legs.

“Mmm.” He laughs into you, forcing his arms further against your waist, keeping you against the wall. His tongue takes one last swipe against you before he looks up, brown puppy eyes a cruel contrast to the filth leaving his lips . “What if I just don’t let you finish? What if I spend the next 5 minutes teasing you so that you have to go out there looking like a pathetic slut who didn’t get the release she wanted?”

He could be such a tease, and he loved it. All the frustration he’d give you meant that you’d cum ten times harder.

“Mase, please.” you beg, tugging on his hair. He was relentless, placing the lightest of kisses all around where you wanted him most, grabbing the skin so lightly between his teeth and tugging on it, then watching as he let go.

“Two minutes Y/N.” The same voice rang from outside the door.

He smirks up at you, sticking his tongue out again. “Be a good girl and shut that pretty mouth, and you’ll walk out that door in two minutes happy.”

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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.

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“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.

[riceybaby]

welcome home 🤍 - mason mount (smut)

synopsis: after a defeat, you try to give mason a nice welcome as he arrives back from preseason

warnings: handjob, praise kink (m), very slight sub!mason

You could hear the fan on in your room, the one you had kept on through the night to deal with the heat, and yet you still felt warm as you woke up, warmer than usual. In your tired and barely with it state you tried to work out why, until you felt a pair of arms, ones that were not around you when you fell asleep last night, squeeze you tighter. That’s when you remembered Mason had came back in the middle of the night.

Careful not to wake him, you twisted around so you were now face to face, and took in the sight you had missed for weeks. His hair had grown out slightly since being in America, his skin more tanned and his muscles sharp, but he still had the flushed cheeks you loved to watch while he dozed. His chest rose and fell, and it just looked too good not to so you leant down and pressed light kisses to the skin there, secretly hoping they would wake him up so you could finally speak to the boy you had been missing so much. You looked back up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyelashes flickering, and slowly you were met with his eyes.

“Hey you” you whispered quietly, trying to work out what sort of mood he was in after the defeat right before he got on the plane home.

“I’ve not even been home two hours and you already can’t keep your hands off me” he cockily chuckled back, moving to put his hands in your hair and a kiss on your forehead.

“Oh well forgive me for missing you” you said, pretending to be offended. You rolled your eyes and turned back round so that your back was against his chest. “I just won’t put my hands on you at all then.”

“Shut up and come back here.” He lightly tickled your sides, causing you to squeal and he took that as his opportunity to turn you back round so you were on top of him. You sat up slightly, looking at his face and pressed light and fast kisses to every inch of skin you could see, all around his cheeks, on his forehead, his chin, and giving extra attention to his nose and freckles, making exaggerated kissing noises as you did.

“That better?”

“Much better”

His hands had moved to be at your sides, grazing them up and down until his thumb swiped over the side of your boob, and then he’d move them back down again until he met your hips. He wasted no time in connecting your lips, finally giving you the kiss you’d been thinking about since he left the house for the airport, and even though you couldn’t be closer in that moment it still didn’t feel like enough. He lifted his hips up slightly, so his boxers were rubbing against your underwear, but not enough to give either of you any satisfaction.

“You miss me?” He asked, inbetween kisses.

“So much”

“How much?” You knew exactly where he was heading with this line of questioning, but decided to play along anyway.

“More than you could ever know.” Your hand came to rest under his head, so you could perfectly angle his lips on to yours, and you added a little more pressure onto where you and him met, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“Hmm see I don’t know what that looks like”

“I could show you if you’d like Masey”

Rather than replying he just nodded into you, letting go of your lips so that you could move, but never once taking his eyes off you. You shifted so you were now straddling the top of his thighs, and leant down to repeat the kisses on his chest you left when you first woke up. Mason liked being both dominant and submissive in bed, but you could tell that right now he wanted you to do all the work. Your tongue made it’s way down his abs, stopping to bite at his champion’s league tattoo, smirking when he let out a heavy breath.

You reached his boxers, and started palming him over the top of them. He was flat against his stomach, aching to be touched after two weeks of having to do it himself, and whilst he didn’t mind it, he preferred your hand to his. “Come on, I just got battered 4-0, don’t tease” he laughed, desperately trying to get you to do something.

You leaned forward and mumbled a sorry against his lips, before kissing him once again. It was messy and passionate, but was both of your ways of telling the other how much you had missed them. Your hand tugged at the waistband of his boxers as he sat up against the headboard, his cue to lift up his hips so you could take them off. Once they had been tossed on the floor somewhere, you traced your fingers up the vein of his dick, causing him to bite down on your bottom lip at the sudden touch. Detaching yourself from him for only a moment, you placed your hand in front of his mouth, a silent ask for him to spit on it, and when he did you put your hand back on him. You played with only the head, getting him worked up, but the frustrated sound he let out told you to just finally give it to him.

You moved your hand up and down him, finding the rhythm you know he loves, him confirming it by moaning into your mouth. “That feel good baby?”

He hummed in response, already showing signs that he was close. It had been so long since he felt you touching him like this, and while the facetime sex you had was good, nothing compared to this. He was rock hard in your hand, lightly thrusting up to meet your movements.

“Shit Y/N” he breathed out, moving so that his hands were cupping your face, your foreheads touching and he was breathing into your mouth, trying to make the moment as intimate as he could.

“That’s it Mase, you look so pretty for me like this.” Hearing your compliments spurred him on, and he was now bucking himself up into your hand wildly. “I missed you so much baby, you gonna cum, just for me?”

“Fuck. Yeah, yeah” he whispered back, his voice cracking as he tried to keep himself together. His hands were still cupping your face yet he was managing to tug your hair at the same time, doing everything he could to stable himself.

“Good boy, come on then, cum for me.” He kicked his feet firmly into the mattress, arching his back so his hips were off the bed, and let out a loud groan of your name as he let himself go. His cum covered his chest and your hand, you slowing your jerks of him as you let him come down.

“So yeah I only missed you that much” you mumbled against his lips as he felt his body return to normal, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he was looking at you, as if you had hung the moon. His hand stroked through your hair as he kissed your cheek and whispered a tiny thank you. Before you could return it, the mischievous look in his eye that you knew to well returned.

“Last one to the shower loses” he says, giving a light slap to your arse and running off.

“Mason! You’ve had two hours sleep get back in bed.” You could hear the shower running already and knew that once Mason’s made up his mind up about something there was no changing it, so it looked like he would be returning the favour instead of fixing his jet lag.

“Don’t be a sore loser Y/N”

[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”

[riceybaby]

all about you #8 🤍 - sensual politics: part 1

synopsis - it’s album release party night! which means too much alcohol, too much dancing and too many feelings

“Who’s at the door?”

It was, or had been, quiet at Reece’s house until the doorbell broke the comfortable silence he and Lottie found themselves in. She knew she had to leave, the album party was tonight and she had to start getting ready hours before, yet she hadn’t managed to yet.

“Oh it’s just Mase, I left my training stuff at his so he came to drop it back round”

And sure enough it was Mason, giving an awkward hello to Lottie, realising that being the guy who your best friend is fake dating is a weird title to have, and he didn’t quite know how to act around her, or any of your friends. Especially when he was trying to distance himself from feeling any kind of way about you, yet not wanting to seem rude.

“No offence Mason, but I guess I should actually be leaving now” she says, stretching out her arms to wake herself up.

“Oh, bye” he mumbles back, watching his best friend give her a kiss goodbye before she collects her things and leaves.

“What the fuck was that?” Reece asks, staring at his mate incredulously. He had seen Mason act awkwardly before, but he had just stood there, not even looking at Lottie as he replied, choosing to stare at some pattern on the ceiling he apparently found incredibly interesting, and couldn’t have acted more aloof if he tried in such a short matter of time.

“What?”

“You standing there like a prick, that’s my girlfriend you know, wouldn’t hurt you to acknowledge she exists.”

Mason gave the most dramatic groan Reece had seen to this, and collapsed on the sofa opposite him, arm buried over his face.

“I don’t know what to do mate. I signed that stupid contract saying me and y/n would pretend to date, we’d both get the needed publicity out of it and it would all be great. But fuck I can’t even look at her without wanting to kiss her, she’s actually fucking perfect and there is nothing I can do. Do you know how much it kills to have to stand there, acting like her boyfriend when I can’t be her boyfriend? It’s actual torture. So the how the fuck am I supposed to act around her friends?”

Reece couldn’t help but laugh to himself; Mason was so used to never having to work for a girl, to have them practically throwing themselves at his feet that to see him stressing over one was rather hilarious.

“Mate, why don’t you just try telling her how you feel? I mean for the love of god if you want to stand a chance don’t tell her what you just said to me, but just like..make sure she knows you’re interested?”

Mason thought to himself, and realised that the solution was actually much more simple than he thought. Every kiss he had shared with you was nothing short of electric, and he knew he couldn’t be the only one feeling this way, what harm would it do to insinuate he felt something towards you? If you didn’t feel the same way, he would create some crap about how he was joking, and he was just going method for the part.

“Yeah, yeah I suppose”

- - - - - - - - - - -

The music coming from your speaker was blaring, but it was acting as a good distraction tactic. To say you had never been so nervous was an understatement. Tonight was the night, the album would be played to all your closest family and friends, celebrities and critics while you partied. You had no doubt that it was perfect, months of blood, sweat and tears went into encapsulating your heartache exactly the way you wanted to, but you just wanted everyone else to say it was perfect too.

You were in your bedroom, adding the finishing touches to your lipstick and giving yourself one last look in the mirror. The dress that you and Mason had bought together was tightly fitted on you, and as he put it, you looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. You hadn’t seen him since then, when his small act of zipping up your dress for you made you want to drop to your knees right there in front of him, and you knew that it was going to be a long night, fake dating yet also faking that you’re not dying to be real dating. Yeah, it was complicated.

You hear the doorbell ring, a sign that Mason was here bang on time, ready to pick you up. With one last look to the mirror, you turn of your speaker and make your way to the front door, and the sight you were met with was physically painful. He was stood in a dark blue suit and slightly messy hair, but your favourite part was the fact that his eyes seemingly didn’t know where to settle on you.

“So, do I look like a wag yet?” You ask, giving him a twirl of the dress he loved so much.

“Yeah you look…I-uh…You look really good” he stutters, cursing himself a million times over in his head at how he couldn’t be anymore obvious if he tried.

“Good. Let’s keep our thoughts innocent please” you tease, giving him a smack on the arse with your purse as you walked to his car. You wanted his thoughts to be anything but innocent, but you also didn’t want him knowing that. When you realise he wasn’t following you, you turn back around to see him staring at you whilst leant against the doorframe, shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek and chuckling. It was going to be a long night indeed.

He walks round to your side of the car, opening the door for you and offering an arm. The journey was quiet, just the sounds of the radio and Mason’s car filling the silence. You were already comfortable with him, but the one thing you could not stand was paparazzi. When it was staged like your dates, you had no problem as you knew exactly when and where they were. Tonight however, they had not been called and you knew they would be coming on their own accord, doing everything they can just to get a shot of each of you.

The fear of being swarmed consumed you so much you hadn’t even realised Mason has parked the car and turned the radio off. He could tell something was wrong, but also didn’t want to pry.

“Hey, you ok?” The sincere tone in his voice was obvious, turning to face you to see if everything was alright.

“Yeah. Yeah just nervous.” Your smile however, was obviously fake. Everything in Mason’s head was fighting against doing what he was thinking about, but he decided to just bite the bullet and do it. His hand came to graze over yours, just slowly circling the back of your palm. Your eyes find his darker ones as he interlocks them properly, and places a light kiss on the back.

“This is your night, enjoy it.”

[riceybaby]

a weekend to remember 🤍 - mason mount

genre: fluff, suggestive content, instagram fic

summary: your and mason’s trip to monaco, documented on your instagrams

@y/n ✅

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y/n day one and i’m already obsessed @/masonmount

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masonmount i’m obsessed with you❤️

> y/n people can see this ew go away

> nathanwood you weren’t saying that to him on the boat

> masonmount yeah you didn’t care when we…

> y/n finish that sentence I dare you

> masonmount did completely wholesome things 😇

@/masonmount ✅

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masonmount in Monaco 🇲🇨

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y/n wow who is this, u need a girlfriend?

> masonmount already got one, right pain in the arse she is ❤️

> y/n oops this is awkward..was on about the fit blonde

> masonmount oh yeah i bet you were 🙄😂

yungchalobah Fit 😮‍💨

@y/n ✅

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y/n nights like these ❤️

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nathanwood Mason’s sat here drooling over this come get him please

> masonmount Wtf no i’m not!

> nathanwood He’s zoomed in on your arse

> y/n he can have this arse if he comes upstairs

> nathanwood 🥴 you two are grim

zendaya that’s my girl

> y/n love you bby

@y/n ✅

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y/n found myself an F1 driver to give me a ride

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masonmount you can have a ride whenever you want

> y/n just did

sasha_rebecca my faves!!

florencepugh missing you two ❤️

[riceybaby]

bedtime kisses 🤍 - mason mount

synopsis - after a very long day, you and mason put your son to bed

It had been an exhausting day. Your two year old son was going through a phase where no matter how much you and Mason tried, he just would not do what he was told. After hours of gruelling to get him fed, changed, take him on a walk, fed and changed again, there was finally peace on the horizon as you walked into your living room to see your husband and son dozing off together, one tiny pinky holding onto a much larger one.

It was times like this when you fully got to appreciate how similar the pair looked. Henry had managed to get his eyes, his nose and his smile, that of which you were not mad about at all. Mase tells you that just means he’s going to grow up to be as lovely as his mummy, but you secretly hoped he ended up with the personality of his dad too. You looked at the time and saw it was 10pm, and to save yourself from having two very grumpy boys in the morning, you needed to get them both into bed.

“Masey” you whispered, leaning over him and pressing light kisses against his lips, “you fell asleep.”

He slowly opened his eyes and groaned, but a soft smile spread across his face when he saw you stood before him. It was obvious he hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but in the process of getting his son ready for bed, had managed to do the same to himself.

“Sorry baby” he said quietly, the sleep still laying thick in his voice. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your child came up to your face, cupping your cheek. “I’ll take him up, you go get yourself comfy, I won’t be too long.”

You told him it was fine and you would go up with him, so with a light kiss to your forehead, he slowly got up and took Henry in his arms. Careful to not wake him up, he picked up his Chelsea blanket and teddy bear, taking him and his two most prized possessions up the stairs. You however, had never met a baby who was such a light sleeper. The second he felt the movement of his dad climbing upwards, he began to stir and wriggle about.

“Shhh hey little guy” Mason cooed into his ear, ruffling his hair gently in an effort to familiarise his son with his surroundings. “It’s just mummy and daddy taking you to bed.”

Mason found himself being stared at by the big brown eyes that you had to love even more than you ever thought possible, as Henry just took him in, not entirely sure of what was going on but knowing that he felt safe in his dad’s arms.

“There you go buddy, just put your head back on my shoulder, that’s it, good boy.”

Despite that fact you watched Mason do this every day, it never failed to make you want to burst with love at the interactions between the pair. Henry was Mason’s world just as much as Mason was Henry’s, and watching your husband be the dad you always knew he would be was so precious it hurt.

When you got to his room, Mason reached down to put him into his bed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaning down to bed next to him. “You go back to sleep now ok buddy? Gotta get lots of energy so you can terrorise mummy while I’m at work tomorrow haven’t you?” (This earned him a light knee in the back from you) “Love you Hen, see you tomorrow.”

He placed one last kiss on his son, unable to stop himself smiling at how the two of you had managed to make such the perfect little guy. As he stood back up, he gave you a little grin, waiting for you to say your own goodnights before he could take you to bed.

“Night night darling.” Just like they were on his dad a minute ago, his eyes were now transfixed on yours, reaching out to grab a strand of your hair. “We’re gonna have lots of fun tomorrow aren’t we, no terrorising, maybe we can even watch Peter Rabbit again for the fifteenth time this week.” You could hear Mason chuckling behind you, him being reminded of the million tantrums that had been had this week over the movie not being on twenty. four. seven. “Sweet dreams baby.”

Mason turned his light off as you walked to your room, finally getting into bed, sleep threatening to hit you immediately, and it would have done if it wasn’t for your husband stood in front of you taking off his clothes.

“Stop staring”

“I’m not staring”

“Yes you are. If you keep staring at me like that another him is gonna happen and I’m not sure I could survive that”

You chuckled at that, patting down on the empty space next to you, signalling for him to get in. Once he was left in only his boxers, he practically jumped on top of you, earning himself a playful smack on the back. His head laid on your boobs, his eyes staring up at you as his fingers found yours and linked them together.

“Thank you”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, and simply looked at him questioningly.

“I know works been crazy recently, and you’ve had to be with him on your own more than usual, and my god I do not know how you do it. Don’t get me wrong I love the little guy to death, but bloody hell he’s a piece of work!” he chuckles, his smile only getting wider when you mirror his reaction. “So just. Thank you.”

You shake your head at him, leaning down to kiss his own. “Don’t you worry about it you. Trust me, you’re more of a handful than he’s ever been”

“Hey!”

“What, at least he can go five minutes without needing a cuddle before throwing a tantrum”

“Oi! You love my cuddles”

“Hmmm” You shifted yourself down so your faces were level, and you could playfully rub your noses together. “I suppose I do.”

[riceybaby]

all about you #7 🤍 - the honeymoon period

[riceybaby]

all about you #6 🤍 - cat got your tongue

synopsis: y/n and mason make another appearance out together, but the lines between what is real and what is an act are starting to blur

“Mason, Alexander McQueen is turning in his grave at the thought of you and your sweaty hands touching that dress. Keep them to yourself.”

You and Mason are at an outfit fitting for your album release party, which was in just a couple of days. The two of you posed for a few adorable photos before walking in the building, including ones of the two of you sticking your tongues out at each other before he picked you up and spun you around, the latter however was improvised by him on the spot. And just like your body, you felt your head begin to spin when he did it. To be honest, you already couldn’t wait for this deal to be over because constantly being this close to him and not letting yourself get feelings was proving harder than you thought.

“Ok fine. I’ll just sit here and watch you be all pretty then shall I, just pretend I’m not here” he fakes a dramatic sigh, giving you a cheeky grin as he sits down on one of the fancy chairs in the room. To say this wasn’t really his scene was an understatement, and so he had resided to running his hands through all the dresses, unsure what all the fuss was about.

“Can you…”

“Can I…?”

You didn’t want to get changed in front of Mason, yet the people dressing you were recording it as part of their YouTube series so you had to keep the act up even here, which had led to him coming in the changing room with you.

“Just turn around”

“You mean you’re not gonna let your boyfriend see you in your underwear? Am I that shit of a shag?”

“Mason! Please”

“Okay, okay” he chuckles, turning around the face the wall. He’s humming some song to keep him occupied, while you take your dress off the hanger. It’s a gorgeous red satin that perfectly accentuates your waist and tits, and quite frankly you look fucking hot wearing it.

You were now stood in just your underwear, and step inside the dress. The mirror clearly agreed with your thoughts about it as you couldn’t quite believe that was you looking this good. But as you go to zip the dress up, you find it’s just too far down so that it’s out of your reach.

“Um Mason, would it be ok if you just got the zip for me?” Your voice was quiet, after all you had still only known each other for 5 days and for all you knew he could be a judgemental prick. Maybe that was irrational, but still, this wasn’t a usual situation to be in.

“Yeah course” he says, turning around from the wall so that he’s now facing your exposed back. His left hand comes to rest with the lightest of touches against your hip, so gentle that if you couldn’t see it in the mirror in front of you, you wouldn’t have known it was there at all. His other hand takes hold off the zip, and begins to drag it up. Hot on your neck is his breath, the feeling making you jolt slightly along with his fingers accidentally grazing your back painfully slowly. He stands there behind you, and mumbles that he’s all done.

You look back into the mirror, dress completely on, looking as perfect as it did the last time. However that time you didn’t a man stood behind you, with a dumbstruck smile on his face, and for the first time since you met him his eyes weren’t on yours.

“You look..I mean you look..wow.” His voice cracks slightly with the last word, before he catches himself and his pride and changes his body language to act like he doesn’t care, arms coming up folded. Those big brown eyes are still running up and down your body though, not caring about how much he’s embarrassing himself right now.

“Cat got your tongue Mase?” you tease, trying to change the atmosphere before you say something you shouldn’t. You look hot in this dress, and it’s something you knew and now he knows too. Him acknowledging that though does not mean that he feels any particular way about you, and if your head could realise that it would be appreciated.

“No. You look fucking gorgeous. You’re the prettiest fake girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He says the last part in a sarcastic tone, but the rosy tint that had come across his cheeks was nothing of a joke. He suddenly feels like it’s getting incredibly hot in this room, his pulse going what feels like a million miles an hour, and turns back to sit in his chair to distract himself. One dress should not be affecting him this much. He knows that as soon as the two of you were out later for dinner whatever the hell was going on in his stomach would settle, but he couldn’t deny that this moment had done something to him that he wasn’t expecting.

But to you, the sarcastic tone was just proof that he didn’t like you like that, you were here to do a professional job and you desperately need to get that into your head before you get yourself hurt. My god, was Mason Mount about to be the death of you.

[riceybaby]

I’m loving your ‘all about you’ series!!🤍

tysm!!

[riceybaby]

all about you #5 🤍- a week in the life

@y/n ✅

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y/n a (very crazy) week in the life

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masonmount my girl! ❤️

> y/n 😘😘😘

lottiecrawford who’s that babe in the last picture

> y/n the loml 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

> masonmount @y/n thought that was me? 🤔

> rorythomas @masonmount u date one of us u date all of us

@y/n ✅

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y/n my baby got a buzz 🐝

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masonmount i’m buzzing about you baby

> y/n in the bin now 🗑

ellieryan so cute it’s as if you’re scripted 😉

> y/n you couldn’t write it 💘

> gregsamuelsmanagement ellie answer my message.

@masonmount ✅

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masonmount always trying to take pictures of me isn’t she 🙄

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y/n just trying to teach you your angles my love

> masonmount you can’t even see my face! 😂

> y/n exactly xoxo

> masonmount oh here she goes! just because I don’t spend all day with a camera to my face 😂

declanrice love u two bro

kaihavertz29 happy for you guys!

story posted by @y/n ✅

[riceybaby]

all about you #4 🤍 - spill your guts or fill your guts

synopsis: a game on a late night talk show leads to the world finding out a little more about you and mason

notes: italics indicate a flashback

“If I get asked about him I’m gonna scream the studio down”

You’re sat on the floor next to Lia, who’s in the middle of a slight mental breakdown it’s safe to say. The five of you are scheduled to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden later this evening for a one off show in London, but one of the showrunners had just been to your dressing room to tell you the games you were going to play had changed; rather than doing some singing game like you had planned, you were now going to play Spill Your Guts, Or Fill Your Guts, which was just about everyone’s worse nightmare.

She was fresh of a breakup from a famous actor, and all anyone wanted to know was of how it went down. While Greg called it ‘perfect timing’, Lia called it ‘the most awful thing to ever have happened to her’ (although the tabloids somehow translated that to ‘woman can’t hold down a relationship, there must be something wrong with her’, Taylor Swift style).

“Babe, it’s fine. You know what, you probably are gonna get asked about him. But one - you don’t have to answer, and two - if there’s one thing I can bet on more than you being asked about him, it’s me being asked about Mason, so don’t worry we’re in it together.”

Mason. Greg sure as hell wasn’t lying when he said the two of you would be dynamite for the tabloids. It had been just two days since your staged dates and everyone had fell for it quicker than lightning. On every newsstand you walked past, every Instagram post you saw, every tiktok you scrolled upon was of those two now infamous shots of you making out outside a restaurant. Everyone was lapping it up and just wanted to know, what were the two of you going to do next. The pressure had been put off Mason and his club drama, and instead people were invasively interested in his love life, which was exactly what you were aiming for. And for you? It was like kaleidoscopes of rumours were booming around you, from how many songs about him were going to be on the new album, to if you had already wrote another one about him.

As Lia nods and takes a shaky sip of water, the showrunner pops his head back through the door. “Girls, you’re on in 5.”

——————

“Ok! Let’s see what we’ve got here” James says, spinning round a table of foods that just looking at wanted to make you throw up. “We’ve got cows tongue, bull penis, blood jelly whatever that is, bird saliva, hot sauce, beetle juice, and fish eyes.” A groan from the audience matches your own thoughts, however you had watched this segment before and knew there was a very high chance the questions would lead to you eating some of these foods.

“Ok Ellie you’re up first. So Rory do you want to pick a food to ruin the friendship with.”

“Hahah, I think cows tongue is the least worse one so I’ll be nice and give you that babe.”

Ellie’s face is green, and you can’t blame her. All you want to do is hear her question to know just how bad these are going to be.

“Ok Ells,” Rory says, chuckling when she reads the question, “is it the rumour that you hooked up with Andrew Garfield at last years Met Gala true?”

The other four of you let out laughs upon hearing that too, finding the rumour ludicrous when you knew that Ellie in fact spent the whole of the event going round and finding all the free champagne flutes she could find.

“No! No it’s not. I mean I would have loved it was was, but it’s not. So does this mean I don’t have to eat..that?”

A few more rounds take place, causing Lia to eat a fish eye instead of answering if she has spoken to her ex recently, Rory downed the hot sauce instead of telling who the rudest celebrity she’s ever met was, and Lottie spilled that the place she and Reece most recently had sex was the back of his car after training. Well, they’ve gone through everyone else, so it must be your turn.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Lottie laughs, spinning the table round to the bird saliva, “I think this should be good”

“There’s no way in hell I am drinking that. How do they even get it?”

However as she goes to answer, Lottie falls silent, gives you a look as if to say ‘good luck’ and then reads the question. “How serious is your relationship with footballer Mason Mount?”

Well fuck. You’re an awful liar, everyone knows it. You’re a musician, not an actress. But it’s time to put on your best performance.

“I mean, we’ve obviously been on a couple of dates as the entire world has seen it seems like” you give a shy laugh as you say this, carefully calculating the next answer you may have to give.

“No trying to squirm away from the question Y/N” James says, giving you a smirk. PR relationships are well known within the industry and it’s clear he already has his suspicions too. “So those two dates, the first one was a double date with you right Lottie?”

“Yep” she nods.

“Ok so what happened there.”

“Mason, Y/N. Y/N, Mason.” Reece says, pointing between the two of you. You’ve been told by your publicists that all you needed to do was order a drink, and then have the four of you seen walking outside. You were told this was more of a ‘warm up’ before tomorrow night, when you would truly have to be on a date alone with Mason. Reece gets up with Lottie to get their drinks, leaving the two of you alone.

“So uh, hi.” you mumble, not entirely sure what to do. Do you act like you’re in a relationship, or do you only do that when you can feel the incessant flashing of a camera lurking somewhere nearby?

“Hey” he chuckles, flashing you that smile you’ve thought about maybe one time too many since to say it was professional. “Can I get you a drink?” he hands you the menu.

“No no don’t worry, I can get it”

“Well if I’m gonna act as your boyfriend I might as well play the part, right?”

“Alright then, I’ll have a sex on the beach please”

“One sex on the beach coming up” he winks at you, getting up from his seat and walking over to the bar. You hate the way he makes you feel, while yes everyone else is supposed to believe you’re madly in love, this is a strictly professional act you have going on but all you want to do is let him take you to the backseat of his car and have you in any way he desire.

You see the paparazzi in the bushes lingering, getting every shot and angle they possibly can from outside the building. The four of you get along like a house on fire, spending the rest of the evening telling stories about each other’s partners that no one else would have ever heard. After a couple of hours of eating and chatting, you figure you must have given the media the first sparks to ignite the wildfire of attention that’s about to come your way. You all make your way outside, hugging goodbye to your friends leaving you and Mason stood in a bubble of awkwardness and heart-pounding nerves.

“So? Same time tomorrow?” he jokes, knowing full well the two of you were already scheduled to repeat tonight tomorrow.

“Can’t wait loverboy” you tease, gaining a laugh out of him. It was different to the rest you had heard so far that evening, a shyer tone masking the rose coloured haze fogging his brain.

“Well I um, I guess I should be going. I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow?” He put his hand on your head at this, toying with the cameras but also was using this as an excuse to touch the hair you had nervously been twirling all night.

“See you then Mount”

“You know, the four of us just went out for dinner. We had a meal and drinks, a really good time.”

“Aw that’s lovely! Isn’t that lovely?” James says, more to the crowd than you, “and what about the second one?”

“He’s gonna be here in a minute”

You’re on the phone to Ellie, applying the last coat of lip gloss you can before Mason is supposed to arrive. Tonight you were going to a very fancy restaurant, and so you had dressed up to the nine’s. Your hair was curled, and you opted for a gorgeous little black dress, one that perfectly highlighted every one of your favourite aspects of your body.

“So what’s he like?”

Absolutely fucking perfect. And you had spent only three hours with him. You kept telling yourself that you couldn’t let yourself get involved with him; you’re not over your ex yet and plus, Mason’s not interested in you! He’s only in this for his personal gain, just like how you were supposed to be. But you couldn’t deny the way his eyes on you made you feel, like he had you wrapped around his fingers on strings making you want to say and do things a week ago you would have never dreamed of.

“Yeah he’s nice, very gentlemanly.” You were about to explain the way he had opened your car door for you the night before and given you a kiss on the cheek, but your doorbell started ringing.

“Oh he’s here, gotta go Ells, speak to you tomorrow”

“Bye lovey”

You quickly make your way downstairs, giving yourself one last look in the mirror to make sure you were looking your best before opening the door. There he was, stood in black trousers and a white shirt, leaning on the doorframe. In his hand were a bunch of red roses, ones you could tell just have been outrageously expensive.

“There’s no cameras around now you know, you didn’t have to bring me these”

“I know I just wanted to” he says, giving them to you with a hopeful grin, “I thought they would go well in your kitchen from that picture you showed me last night. If it’s weird then I can take them back or-“

“No, no that’s really sweet, thank you”

“No worries. Ready to go?”

The two of you get in his car, making small talk about how you were going to make this performance believable. You decided to discuss what you were both ok with, settling with that you would cuddle in the booth, kissing on the forehead at most, and then you’d have your big kiss moment outside after the meal. He pulls up outside, parks his car and turns to face you. “Let’s go make you the most talked about topic in the world.”

It’s killing you that he’s doing everything right. He holds open the door for you on the way in, pulls out your chair for you and tucks you into the table, orders your drink for you. Although you have to keep reminding yourself it’s all an act. You know he has to come across as the best boyfriend ever, and that’s what he’s doing. But for god’s sake is he good at it. Little do you know it’s not an act at all, he’s just genuinely lovely and chivalrous and from his perspective, if he’s going to have to go along with this lie he might as well be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.

After having scanned the menu for what felt like forever, you just cant’t decide between two meals. On one hand you are desperate to try the pasta special, and on the other you really wanted the steak. “I tell you what” he says, locking eyes with you “you get the pasta, I’ll get the steak and then we can split it between us.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal there Mount”

“Are you ever gonna call me Mason? Or is it always gonna be Mount with you, Y/L/N”

Your hands come to rest under your chin as you give him your proposition. “You make this the best fake date I’ve ever had, and then I’ll call you Mason”

He looks at you, eyes sparkling brown and crinkled, his grin so sickly sweet you can feel yourself melting just looking at it. “You’ve got yourself a deal there Y/L/N.”

The two of you spend your time waiting for your food getting to know each other, you finding out the story of the time him and his best friend Declan got lost in the middle of the sea in Dubai, while he would end the night being able to name all your family members and your favourite memories of them. He well and truly was charming the socks off you.

“Your pasta?” The waiter has come along with your food, placing the two meals in front of you both. Immediately you get stuck in, but are met with a bitter disappointment when the idea of the pasta ends up being miles away from the actual taste. As much as you try to pretend you’re liking it, the grimace on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by Mason.

“Hey, don’t worry I’ll just have that, you have the steak” he says, putting his half of the meat on your plate and taking your pasta for himself.

“No you wanted the steak too it’s fine I can just eat half”

He shakes his head at you, letting you know that while he doesn’t want to be pushy, you’re not going to win your first argument as faux boyfriend and girlfriend. “Enjoy your steak” he laughs.

The complete nonchalance with which he swapped your food, even though you could tell he didn’t enjoy the pasta all that much either made your heart pound a little faster than it already was. “Thank you” you almost whisper, hoping the genuine nature of your words shone through. After more eating and laughing, an alert pops up on his phone, and you notice the little girl he has as his lockscreen.

“Who’s that?” you point down, showing him you meant the picture and not the message.

“That’s my niece, Summer.” His entire face lights up like you haven’t seen before, the sparkle that was in his eyes earlier now illuminating. “She’s the sweetest little thing”

“You seem to really love her”

“Yeah, she’s the best” he chuckles, “I set up an Easter egg hunt for her the other day, and she was so excited running around dressed up as a little bunny, her face when she found the eggs was just hilarious.” You let him ramble on a little more about her, becoming slightly infatuated with the way you could radiate his love for her in every word he said, it was clear he was a family boy.

Before you know it it’s 10pm, and you know you need to be seen kissing soon before the paparazzi get bored and leave. Despite your protests, Mason pays the full cheque for you both saying that it was nothing.

“So how do you wanna do this?” he asks, moving his body closer to yours. You place your hand on the back of his neck, slowly playing with the hairs on the back of his head. “Don’t make me ask you to kiss me, Mount.”

And with that, he leans in. The moment his lips touch yours it’s like the sparks have exploded into electricity running up your spine. He’s rougher than you expected, moulding yourselves together with more force than you knew he would be willing to. His tongue licks your bottom lip, the two of you giggling into each other like teenagers as his tongue meets yours, sucking it once or twice so he can hear that noise again. His right arm comes round your head to meet the right side of your face, until you physically cannot be any closer. You keep at it for the next couple of seconds, stopping only once he’s stolen all the air from your lungs.

“Was that a good enough show for them?” he croakily huffs, slightly out of breath.

“It was perfect, Mason”

“Was that a Mason I heard?”

“It just might have been” you say, sticking out your tongue at him as you make your way to the car.

“I don’t know what to say! We went out and had a really good time and he means a lot to me.”

“And was that date with..your boyfriend?” James asks, pushing you to label it for everyone.

“Quite possibly” you lure, sipping on the straw of the drink placed next to you to distract you from the cheers of the audience. So there it was. To the world, you and Mason Mount were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, and it was only about to get crazier.