Your Shirt
Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex
Notes: haven’t wrote one in so long and decided to finally give it a go hope you like it
Your Shirt - Mason Mount fluff
As Mason lays beside Y/N in his bed, his heart swelled with a potent mixture of desire and pride as he gazed upon her wearing nothing but his England shirt, with his name proudly displayed on her back.
As much as she was from a different country she still felt the need to wear his country shirt with his name on her back
The fabric draped over her curves in a tantalizing display, accentuating her beauty and igniting a fierce sense of possessiveness within him.
He wanted her in a way they hadn’t been intimate yet
With each glance at her, Mason felt a surge of desire well up inside him, knowing that she had chosen to wear his shirt, a symbol of their connection and intimacy.
The sight of her wearing it filled him with a sense of validation and belonging, as if she had willingly wrapped herself in his identity, embracing all that he was.
It was the deeper, more profound sense of intimacy and trust that it represented.
In that moment, as they lay together in the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Mason felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the woman beside him, for her unwavering support and love.
As he reached out to trace the letters of his name on her back, Mason couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him, the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips sparking a fire within him that burned with a fierce intensity.
Their bodies pressed together in the quiet intimacy of their shared space, as much as he was supposed to be paying attention to the film she had picked he couldn’t help himself but letting his mind wander to how would it feel to have her ride him while wearing his name on her back
His mind was travelling to forbidden territory, fueled by the intoxicating sight of her wearing nothing but his England shirt.
With each gentle movement she made, the fabric of the shirt shifted against her skin, accentuating her curves and igniting a primal desire within him.
As he watched her, a vivid image began to form in his mind—a fantasy of Y/N pleasuring him while still wearing his shirt.
The thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, his body responding instinctively to the imagined sensation of her hands roaming his skin beneath the fabric.
Lost in the intensity of his desire, Mason couldn't help but hug her from behind while hiding his face on the curve of her neck and pulling her even closer enough to let her know that he was turned on
Y/N's innocent apology cut through Mason’s reverie, snapping him back to the present moment with a jolt.
He blinked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the realization of where his thoughts had taken him.
Y/N: "I'm sorry, Mase. I didn't mean to... you know, make you feel... turned on."
Her words were tentative, laced with a hint of uncertainty as she glanced at him, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush.
Mason: "No babe it's not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for."
His voice came out a little too hastily, a touch of awkwardness coloring his tone as he tried to reassure her.
Mason: "I mean, it's just... you look really good in my shirt, and... well, I couldn't help but let my mind wander a bit."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his candid admission, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she processed his words.
Y/N: "Oh, um... thank you. I guess I didn't realize the effect it would have on you." She said turning around to face him on his embrace
Mason: "Yeah, well... you have that effect on me, Y/N. You always have."
His words came out softer than he had intended, tinged with a vulnerability he hadn't planned on revealing.
But as he looked into Y/N's eyes, he knew that he couldn't hide the truth from her—that she had always held a power over him, a power that transcended words and boundaries.
Y/N's smile widened at his admission, a warmth spreading through her at the depth of his feelings
She felt bravely enough to bite her lips and take her hands to his hair.
Not before taking his hands further down on her body earning a gently tugging on her soft but cheek
Y/N: "You have that effect on me too”
In that moment, as they shared a knowing glance, Mason felt a sense of connection and understanding wash over him
He felt the need to pull her even closer even if it wasn’t physically possible anymore
As their eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding and vulnerability, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. In a surge of longing and desire, Mason leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from Y/N's.
With a whispered exhale, Y/N closed the remaining distance, her lips meeting his in a kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between them.
Their mouths moved together with a fervent hunger, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through their veins.
His hands found their way to Y/N's waist, under the shirt, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their bodies melding together in a primal dance of desire.
Y/N responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him, her heart racing with the intensity of their connection.
Their kiss was filled with an urgency born of longing and need, each touch a silent plea for more.
They lost themselves in the heat of the moment, the world falling away as they surrendered to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed them.
In that fleeting moment, as their lips met in a fervent embrace. There was no turning back anymore now
Lost in the intensity of the moment, they surrendered to the fire that burned between them, their kisses growing more urgent and desperate with each passing second.
Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other, consumed by the raw passion that ignited their souls
Mason reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face as he searched her eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation after pulling away from the kiss
Mason: "Are you okay? I didn't mean to... I mean, I hope I didn't..."
Y/N silenced him with a soft kiss, her lips meeting his in a tender embrace that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
Y/N: "I'm more than okay, Mase. I've never felt more alive than I do in this moment."
Mason felt a surge of relief wash over him at her words, his fears and doubts melting away in the warmth of her embrace.
Mason: "Good. Because I... I don't want to stop kissing you. Ever."
Their laughter mingled with the soft sounds of their shared breaths, filling the air with a sense of joy and contentment that seemed to transcend time and space.
Y/N: "Then don't. Kiss me again."
And with that simple invitation, Mason leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in another electrifying kiss














