Could you write friends to lovers smut with mason thames?
—I can teach you , Mason Thames
summary: You decide to play a ‘Get to know you’ game with your best friend Mason, but things turn south when a question asks about your first kiss. What if you said you didn’t have one yet?
warnings: suggestive, genuinely don’t know if I wrote his personality correctly or not, can you tell i’ve never kissed anyone or done this before, kissing, dry humping, is this ok to write with him being freshly 18… black compression shirt 😝
a/n: So because Mason is freshly 18, i’ll only be writing suggestive things for him! Literally like anything but P in V. Thank you for the request anon, we need more mason writers out here 🥸
dividers: dollywons
masterlist & requests
The Batman Lego Movie was on the tv on a very low volume, while you and Mason were on the couch. You were both playing We‘re Not Really Strangers which is a get to know you game. You decided to play it after Mason didn’t know your favorite book.
Mason sat next to you on the couch, the red cards scattered in the middle of you two.
“Can you not make a mess with your cards?” You laugh slightly as he topples over the cards in a pile.
“I’m not!” He smiles and picks them up, placing them on the coffee table and getting back under his batman blanket.
“Okay, okay, the question is..” He picks a card from the deck, your eyes staying on his. “What is your pet peeve?” He licks his lips, placing the card in his lap.
You rest your face on your hand, just examining him. Mason was taking over your mind more and more recently. Maybe it was the way he treated you with respect or the way he defended you or the way he looked in that black shirt-
“You crack your knuckles so much and-“
“I do not!” You sit up, laughing. “Okay, maybe I do, it’s a habit.”
“It annoys me so much, you know that, right?” He states, shaking his head, smiling. “Well, that’s my pet peeve.” He shrugs.
You crack your knuckles in front of him, starting with your index finger. As soon as he hears the sound, he reaches to you and smacks your hand lightly, holding them.
“I am not allowing you! You’re going to get arthritis or something.” He laughs, you struggling to get your hands away from his. He got stronger, a lot stronger.
“Oh please, you’ve cracked your back everyday for like ten years.” You say, calling him out. You remembered when he once tried to crack his back on a school chair, only for it to break.
“That’s different!”
“Okay, Mace.” You smile at him, rolling your eyes. He lets your hands go, lingering for just a second too long. You don’t miss how his face turns a light pink when you call him by that nickname.
“My turn!” You cheer, clapping for a moment. You pick up a red card, sitting up. You read it.
Oh shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“What?” He asks, interested in your sudden distress. “Is it bad?”
“No, no.” You shake your head, chuckling nervously, “It says describe your first kiss.” You place the card in your lap, just staring down for a moment too long.
The only thing is, you haven’t had your first kiss.
Should you make a story up? Tell him the truth?
It was silent. You didn’t speak, stumped on what to say. Mason didn’t grasp what was going on until you sighed.
“Mace, don’t make fun of me-“
“No promises.” He teases.
You crack a smirk and cross your arms. “Shush, for real this time.”
“Okay, okay, what’s up?” He listens intently, siting forward.
“I haven’t.. had my first kiss.” You admit slowly, closing your eyes, hands covering your face for a moment.
“Wait, wait, you’re joking, right?” He asks, confused. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head.
You shake your head no.
“What? I thought you’d for sure had one. You’re gorgeous how have you not?” His eyes widened, surprised on what came out of his mouth. Yours did too. Did he just call you gorgeous?
“Gorgeous?” You smirk, trying to tease him. “I didn’t know you thought I was gorgeous.” He moves closer. You blush, the redness becoming obvious on your face.
“Well, yeah. Have you seen yourself?” He looks you up and down. Jesus christ, your heart is going to fly out of your chest at this point.
“You’ve dated someone though, right?” He asks, moving on from the previous topic. Yeah, this couldn’t be any more embarrassing for you.
You place your head in your hands and laugh, shaking your head.
“There’s no way!” He places a hand on your shoulder, “Are you fucking with me?”
“No, Mason, no. Why would I lie about that? It’s just embarrassing.” You look up. Woah, suddenly he was a lot closer.
“It’s not that embarrassing when you compare it to the things i’ve done.” He shrugs, trying to make you feel better. Yeah, he was right, you guess.
It was silent for a long moment, Mason’s gears turning in his head. Yeah, you could just tell he had an idea.
“What’re you thinking?” You ask and tilt your head.
“I could teach you.” He offers, swallowing hard. Your stomach plummets and your mouth falls open a little bit. “Only if-“
“Yeah.” You respond without second thought. Yeah, you and Mason were friends, but you were crushing on him recently. Hard.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You nod, nervous. What if you were bad, what if you accidentally bit him or something?
“You’re overthinking. S’ fine, don’t worry about it.” He reassures you. This just makes your stomach twist and turn even more, your knees getting weak.
He moves the red cards to the coffee table and pats next to him. You move even closer to him, feeling his breath on your face. You had to look up slightly at him.
“Okay, so just go with the flow. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” He explains. “Just tilt your head a little and relax.” He looks down at your lips.
“You’re a shit teacher.”
“Shut up.” He pulls you in for a kiss, smiling into it. You pause at first but then get into it, remember what he said. The kiss was soft, slow and sweet.
He places one hand on your cheek, moving his thumb back and forth. You don’t know where to place your hands, like at all. He moves his free hand to yours, guiding your hand up and around his shoulder. You take it as a sign to climb into his lap, batman blanket now on the floor.
He looks up at you with those soft brown eyes, his lips red and swollen. His vanilla and cinnamon like scent invaded your senses. He smelt really good.
“You smell like fall.” You tell him casually, acting like you didn’t just kiss.
“I know. It’s your favorite season right?” He questions. You were so giddy, smiling like a madman.
“Yeah. How’d you know I like vanilla too?” You lick your lips, looking at him.
“I’ve known you for like ten years.” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.
“Fair,” You say, pulling him back in for a kiss. This time it’s rougher and messier, your hands grabbing the fabric of his black shirt.
He moans quietly into the kiss, not expecting you to pick up on the topic so quickly. He tilts his head, getting a deeper angle, placing a hand on your cheek once again.
You were on cloud 9, dreaming, in heaven, something of the sort. You just had your first kiss with your childhood (and now) crush. Could your life get any better?
He starts to make nosies into the kiss and you do too, rutting your hips. He makes a loud whimper.
Yeah, your life just got better.
You smile against his lips, continuing to rut against him. You both pant into one another’s mouths, the kiss getting sloppier.
He pulls back, a string of spit connecting you both. “Do you want to..?”
“Maybe.” You lick your lips, teasing him.
“Maybe?!”
“M’ joking, Mace,” You giggle as he plants kisses on the side of your jaw, leaving a trail of them down to your collar bone.
You moan softly, Mason’s grip on your hips tightening even more. Yeah, you definitely felt something under you now. He was hard.
You move your hips back and forth on him, not really knowing what you’re doing. You sigh, tilting your head to give him more space.
He sucks on a sensitive spot and you squeal out, moving your hips down. He groans loudly, finishing leaving a large purple mark on the side of your neck.
He pulls back, looking up at you with love and lust in his eyes. His hands start to move under your shirt, silently asking for permission. You nod quickly.
Your clothes were too hot for your body, your face probably beet red, and your lips swollen. You didn’t care as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
He takes your shirt off, throwing it across the room for you to find later. You had a black lace bra on, not expecting for this to happen at all.
“You’re- you’re beautiful.” He states, looking down at your lips as his breath hitches. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time it being gentler. It felt like this time you were kissing as a couple.
“Mason,” You moan out as he grinds you down on him, your arms tightening around his neck. You place a hand in his hair, pulling slightly.
“Say that again.” He exhales, infatuated by you. He kisses down your neck and around your bra, one hand caressing your right breast.
“Mason,” You moan a little louder, surprised by his movement.
“S’ this okay?” He slurred, looking up at you in between your boobs.
“Yeah, yeah, more than okay.” You nod rapidly as you grind on him more, finding a spot that hits just right. “Shit,” You whimper, the pleasure being a lot for your first time.. doing whatever this is.
“Yeah, there you go. You’re doing so good.” He praises and moves up to kiss you again. You made out for a while, the pleasure building up in your stomach.
“Mason-“ You whimper again, placing your head into the crook of his neck. He places a hand in your hair, moving your head up and to face him.
“I wanna see you, you look so good, so pretty like this.” He grinds with you, noises spilling out of both of you rapidly. His hand on your hip moves to your thigh, caressing it through your leggings.
“I can’t tell you how long i’ve wanted this. Kissing you- fuck,” He groans out, hips twitching. “I can’t last much longer.”
“Me either, Mace,” You confess, looking at him, his freckles prominent from how close you were.
You hump him faster, letting out a loud whimper. You kiss his cheek, and then a few of his freckles. His face gets red and his hips twitch.
“I can’t-“ Your mouth drops open and you throw your head back.
“There you go, come on,” He praises again, tapping your thigh to bring you back to earth. You come around the same time as he does, your noises mixing with one another’s.
Your breaths are heavy, your head is in the crook of his neck, and he kisses your forehead.
“I like you.” He confesses and you kiss the side of his neck with a smile.
“Really? I didn’t know.”
“Shut up.” He goes red and Lego Batman laughs on the tv. You both laugh loudly, holding each other tight.
“I never thought I would’ve done that while Lego Batman was on in the background.” Mason states and you sit up, pecking him on the lips.