let me love you
mason mount x reader - one-night stand, smut and fluff
warnings: discussion and consumption of alcohol, brief mention of drugs, brief mention of infidelity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, praise and degradation, crying during sex, asphyxiation, overstimulation, i think that's it but pls lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 10.4k+
rating: M
a/n: hey guys! this is the first instalment of a new trilogy from the ariana grande series! the next two parts after this will be titled safety net and into you (after the two songs ofc), and hopefully it won't take me too long to get those out! this hasn't been proofread so pls forgive any mistakes lol. lmk what you think, hope you enjoy! <3
āYou alright, love? Can I-ā āIām not interested,ā I respond shortly, not even looking in his direction as I pass by, following after Steph and Isla as they lead me through the club. We walked through the front entrance less than a minute ago, and Iāve already had four different guys try it on with me. They must really appreciate my skin-tight, tiny black dress, and the face of makeup I spent an hour doing.
The back room is cut off by a velvet rope, manned by four big and burly bouncers. They donāt even ask for our names or IDs, moving the rope out of our way as soon as we approach and letting us through without a word. I feel myself relax as soon as the curtain falls shut behind us, the music that was blasting in the main room becoming a low pulse in the background so I can actually hear myself think.
āBenny!ā Steph exclaims when she spots her boyfriend across the room, forgetting about us and rushing over to him. I almost want to remind her that sheās here with her friends, but I canāt be annoyed when I see his face light up at the sight of her, his arms outstretched so she can fall into them, instantly dropping into his lap and pressing her lips to his.
āYou can go to your boyfriend as well, if you want,ā I say amusedly to Isla, the girl already making eye contact with Cal, the boy beckoning her over with a cocky head motion. āNah, itās girlsā night,ā she says, though she sounds completely unconvincing, and I roll my eyes. āJust go. Iāll be fine. Gonna get myself a drink, or five,ā I say drily, Isla laughing. āIāll be back in a couple minutes though, okay?ā she promises, and I nod, watching her go and join him.
Most girls who have just gotten out of a relationship would feel shitty at seeing their friends and their boyfriends together, but I couldnāt care less if I tried. In fact, Iām relieved Iām single now. My ex was so boring that I canāt even remember the last time I was in the club, and it feels good to be back. Iām ready to get drunk as hell, snort some blow and then get a box of 20 nuggets on the way home.
āThree shots of tequila and a glass of rosĆ©, please,ā I ask the bartender, the boy instantly starting on my drinks as I get my phone out of my bag, checking through my notifications. I laugh to myself when I see that Iāve got seven texts and three missed calls from my ex. Someone must have spotted me at the bar we went to before this place and reported back to him already, so now heās saying heāll pick me up and take me back to his at the end of the night if I want him to. Iād rather crash at Steph and Benās and have to listen to them having sex in the next room.
āLime and salt with the tequila shots?ā the bartender asks, and I nod instantly. Tequila isnāt complete without lime and salt, and I think Iāll need whatever help I can get to stomach these shots. Itās been a while since I drank tequila that wasnāt in a cocktail, and I donāt wanna end up vomiting all over the boujee back room of this club.
āy/n,ā a vaguely familiar voice says from behind me, and I turn to see Mason Mount standing there, looking heart-flutteringly handsome with his flattering all-black outfit, his perfectly trimmed beard, and his short hair long enough to tangle your fingers into. Not to mention his dark eyes that sparkle brighter even than the thin silver chain around his neck, visible where his top two buttons are undone.
āMason. Hi. Long time, no see,ā I reply with a smile, stepping forward to hug him. The last time I saw him, he was so slim, all skin and bone without an ounce of muscle on him, but heās bulked up since, his arms feeling strong and sturdy when he wraps them around me. āItās been too long,ā he agrees as we break apart, which is kind of him to say.
Weāre more acquaintances than friends, and even that feels like a bit of a stretch. My best friends date two of his teammates, so we used to see each other fleetingly at parties or on match days, but we barely spoke when we did see each other, just polite greetings and superficial small talk. And even those encounters became a rarity after I got into a relationship with my ex-boyfriend, a player on a different team, and became a social recluse. Not seeing Mason for so long has made me forget how beautiful he is.
āShould I give you my condolences or my congratulations?ā he asks with a mirthful glint in his eyes, and I canāt help but let out a little laugh. āCongratulations, definitely. Iām glad to finally be free,ā I say drily as the bartender puts a wineglass down in front of me. I pick it up, clinking it against Masonās whiskey tumbler, both of us taking long sips of our drinks.
āI didnāt realise you drank,ā I say, knowing that Benās in the minority as a footballer who loves a good drink from time to time. āI donāt, really. Weāve been here an hour and Iām still on my first,ā he says bashfully, making me laugh. āYou chose the worst possible spirit. If you donāt drink often, youāre supposed to have a vodka and coke or something. A drink where you canāt even taste the alcohol. Whiskeyās awful,ā I say, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
āYouāre an expert on alcohol then?ā he asks amusedly, the bartender putting my three tequila shots down in front of me just as he finished speaking. āDonāt tell me theyāre all for you,ā he says with mild shock on his face, and I nod proudly. āIām newly single and everyone here knows it. I need all the help I can get to get through the night,ā I say drily, putting down my wineglass as an idea appears in my mind. It's a terrible idea ā the entire room will be watching if I do this, and itāll only enrage my ex when he finds out ā but the boy standing next to me is far too enticing for me to decide not to do this.
āCan I borrow your hand?ā I ask innocently, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. āMy⦠hand?ā he echoes, and I nod amusedly. āTo take my shots,ā I clarify, the boy still looking lost. āYouāve never done tequila shots before?ā I ask, Mason shaking his head, looking intrigued. āCan I?ā I ask, holding a hand out to him, and he nods, putting down his drink and resting his hand in mine.
āSo first, youāre supposed to coat your tongue in salt, so that itās easier to drink the tequila. Traditionally, you put salt on this part of someoneās hand and lick it off,ā I say, running a manicured nail down the skin that connects his thumb to the rest of his hand. āAnd youāre supposed to lick the skin before you even put the salt on,ā I add, the boy raising an amused eyebrow. āGo ahead then,ā he prompts, victory unfurling in my chest as I pass him a lime to hold in his empty hand.
I lift his hand to my mouth, eyes locked with his as I drag my tongue along his skin, his pupils dilating as he watches me. I shake some salt out onto the damp part of his skin, licking that up too, my tongue stinging with the sharp flavour. I pick up the shot, knocking it back and trying my best not to wince, before taking his other hand into mine, lifting it so he can put the lime in my mouth, my eyes on his as I suck the juice out of it, the tips of his fingers touching my lips.
āBit much just for a shot, isnāt it?ā he asks amusedly, though his darkened eyes and slightly heavier breathing betray him, the boy clearly worked up. āPeople do body shots with tequila, which is even worse. Licking salt and sucking limes off different parts of peopleās bodies,ā I tell him, the look on his face making it instantly obvious that his mind is imagining what it would be like to do body shots with me. I wonder which part of my body heād choose.
āWell, if youāre about to ask me if you can do body shots in the middle of the room, Iām gonna have to decline,ā he jokes, prompting a soft laugh from me. āI have more decorum than to do body shots in public,ā I smile, the boy grinning. āOnly in private then?ā āOnly in private,ā I confirm, both of us laughing.
āHere, you do one of these. Not as a body shot. Just a normal one,ā I say, and he looks conflicted. āIāll set it up for you,ā I smile, licking my own hand and pouring out the salt before picking up a lime, resting it in my exposed collarbone. Heās instantly convinced, a dark grin on his face as he lifts my hand to his mouth. He licks up the salt along with my own saliva on my hand, before picking up the shot and knocking it back impossibly fast, trying to get to the last step as quickly as possible. He slides a hand around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer and leaning down to take the lime, his lips brushing my skin so lightly that I wonder if I imagined it.
He sucks the lime dry, dropping the peel in the empty shot glass with a grin before licking some juice from his lip, my eyes zoning in on the action, my stomach tightening with desire. He really is a beautiful man, and I know Iāll be disappointed if I donāt go home with him tonight.
āGonna do your last one?ā he asks, not waiting for my answer before he sets it up, putting the lime between his teeth, a challenging glint in his eyes. Never one to back down, I lick up the salt, knock back the shot, and push myself up onto my tip toes, leaning in and taking the lime from his mouth, being careful not to let our lips touch. If he wants a kiss from me, heās gonna have to be a big boy and ask for one.
The disappointment in his face almost makes me laugh as I swallow down the sour lime juice, putting the peel and the empty glass down on the bar. Iām suddenly aware of lots of eyes on us, whispered conversation filling the room, and I smile. āWe got people talking.ā āYour ex wonāt be happy.ā āForgive me if I donāt particularly care,ā I say drily, sipping on my wine, and the boy grins. āLetās give him something to be really angry about then,ā he suggests, and I raise an intrigued eyebrow.
āCome home with me. I hate going to the club. Your friends have ditched you for their boyfriends. Thereās no reason for us to be here,ā he murmurs, and I feel butterflies fill my stomach, so tempted by the thought. āIāve only been here ten minutes, if that. It feels like a waste of an outfit, and my hair and makeup took ages,ā I say forlornly, and he laughs. āIām enjoying your outfit, babe, and your hair and makeup. Itās not a waste,ā he promises, and I feel myself swaying even more at the pet name. āI wanted to get drunk tonight,ā I pout, and he rolls his eyes amusedly. āI have loads of wine at home. You can take your pick,ā he offers, and Iām convinced.
āOkay. Letās say bye to our friends and then go,ā I say before downing my wine, the boy offering me his arm so I can link mine through it. He leads me over to where his friends sit, Isla and Steph part of the group, and they all try to pretend they werenāt just watching and talking about us.
āWeāre gonna go and get something to eat,ā Mason says, not even trying to come up with a decent excuse, and badly-stifled laughter runs around the group. āThose limes didnāt fill you up?ā Ben asks, Steph elbowing him in his side amongst more laughter. āOkay. Just text us when you get home,ā Isla says, directing the comment to me, and I nod though I know her and Steph will be checking my location anyway.
āLook after her, Mount. Iāll kill you if something happens to her,ā Steph warns, Mason nodding seriously. āHeāll take care of her, donāt worry,ā Cal says, clearly making a dirty joke, and Isla hits him with her bag as they all laugh again. āYouāre all so annoying,ā I sigh, the boys laughing even harder at that, and I just wave goodbye to Isla and Steph as Mason leads me away from them and towards the exit.
We have to walk single-file in the main room because of how packed it is, so Mason untangles our arms, clasping my hand tightly in his instead, leading the way around the edge of the room and looking back every few seconds to check Iām okay. I can just imagine the tabloids in the morning, not to mention the blurry photos and videos of us on Twitter and TikTok. The football world and the celeb gossip scene is gonna have a field day with this.
I canāt help the shiver that racks through my body the second we step outside, Mason instantly shrugging off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. I donāt even have a chance to protest because the valet approaches us, Mason grabbing his wallet from his pocket, handing the valet his ticket.
āYou drove?ā I ask when the valet goes to get his car, and he nods. āSo I could make a quick escape if I wanted to. Iāve only had three sips of whiskey.ā āAnd a tequila shot,ā I add, the boy grinning. āAnd a tequila shot,ā he repeats, my phone making several text notification noises a moment later. I get my phone out of my bag, unable to hold back a laugh at seeing that itās Steph and Isla blowing up the group chat, clearly not as cool, calm and collected about the whole thing as they pretended to be before.
āThe girls?ā he asks amusedly, and I nod with a little sigh. āTheyāre freaking out. Sending texts in all caps to the groupchat,ā I say, the boy laughing. āIām surprised they didnāt say anything when we were still inside.ā āGirl code. You have to play it cool. Canāt let the guy get a big head from thinking that itās a big deal that your friendās going home with him,ā I tell him, his grin growing. āIs it a big deal?ā āKind of, I guess. Iāve been in a relationship for a couple years, and I wasnāt one for⦠going home with guys even before that,ā I tell him, and he tilts his head thoughtfully.
āWhat about after your relationship? Youāve been broken up for a while now, havenāt you?ā he asks, and I nod. āYeah. Two weeks since we announced it, but I dumped him about a month ago.ā āAnd you havenāt⦠had a rebound in that month?ā he asks, and I shake my head shyly, the boy looking satisfied at that. āIām honoured.ā āYou should be,ā I reply, Mason laughing.
The valet pulls up in front of us in Masonās Lamborghini, jumping out and handing Mason the keys, the boy thanking him graciously which earns him brownie points. Seems basic, but when your ex was rude and arrogant, you appreciate a guy with manners. He opens the passenger side door for me, grinning at my thanks as I climb in, the boy shutting the door behind me before walking around to the driverās side.
āConnect your phone,ā he prompts, and I open my Settings app, clicking on the Bluetooth section and scrolling past all my saved devices to connect to his car. āWow. How many cars have you connected to?ā he asks, and I let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. āA fair few. Iām a certified passenger princess,ā I claim, flipping my hair over my shoulder, and he just laughs, pulling away from the curb.
āWhat music do you like?ā I ask, scrolling through my playlists. āI mainly listen to American rap, but I donāt know if thatās the vibe,ā he says, and I raise an eyebrow. āWhatās the vibe, Mount?ā I ask amusedly, the boy failing to hold back his smile. āHeartbreak music. You just got out of a two-year-long relationship,ā he reminds me, and I scoff. āYeah, right. I was more heartbroken when I was still in the relationship than I am now,ā I laugh, Mason silent for a few seconds.
āI know youāre probably sick of having this conversation but⦠what happened with him?ā he asks, and I let out a little sigh, clicking on my āgimme the auxā playlist, full of songs that I play in other peopleās cars to prove Iāve got good music taste. Playboi Carti comes on, Mason looking impressed, and I try not to laugh at how successful this playlist is at its purpose.
āOur relationship got really boring towards the end. He stopped taking me on dates, buying me gifts, even complimenting me. We just spent all our time at home, watching boxsets and having sex. He became really complacent, and I realised that I deserve to be treated like a princess in a relationship, and not taken for granted or made to feel unloved the way I did. I communicated to him that I was unhappy in our relationship, and he turned around and said that he was too and thatās why he slept with the clubās social media girl,ā I say flatly, Masonās mouth falling open in shock.
āThat is not what I was expecting you to say. Wow. Iām so sorry, y/n,ā he says, and I wave it off. āItās fine, donāt worry. It didnāt really hurt me, because I just wasnāt in love with him anymore towards the end. I felt disrespected and angry, but not upset,ā I say, Mason nodding in understanding as he drives, one hand resting on the wheel whilst the other moves the gearstick every now and then. Heās a sexy driver, completely relaxed behind the wheel, his eyes flitting to the mirrors from time to time.
āWas he at least good in bed?ā he asks, and I laugh, surprised at the question. āHe was okay. Not the best, not the worst,ā I say fairly. āSame as how he is on the pitch then,ā Mason mutters, surprising another laugh out of me. āAt least heās consistent,ā I say, Masonās response interrupted by my phone suddenly ringing through his car speakers, a familiar phone number appearing on the screen.
āSpam call?ā he asks, and I laugh. āSort of. Itās him. My ex,ā I say as I reject the call, Masonās eyes widening in amusement. āNo way. You didnāt even change his contact name to ādead to meā or something. Just straight deleted his contact?ā he asks, and I nod with a laugh. āFor him to be dead to me, Iād have to actually care about him, and I genuinely donāt,ā I say, my phone ringing with another call from him.
āPlease let me answer and speak to him,ā Mason says, and I shake my head instantly. āNo way. Heāll literally go insane,ā I say, Mason grinning. āAll the more reason.ā āNo way. Donāt your teams play against each other soon? Heāll probably go out of his way to injure you if you piss him off,ā I say, Mason scoffing. āYeah, right. I could take him.ā āOkay, skinny white boy. Itās not worth the risk,ā I say, Mason looking at me with big, persuasive eyes. āI wonāt even speak. I just wanna hear what he says to you,ā he says as the ringing stops, disappointment on his face.
āHeāll phone again. He calls three times and then gives up,ā I say, Mason looking hopeful. āAnd youāre gonna answer this time?ā he asks, and I sigh. āYeah, okay. If itāll make you that happy,ā I say, Mason grinning widely. He waits, almost excited for the phone to ring, unable to hold back a laugh when it rings again. āGo on, then,ā he prompts, and I press the green button, waiting for it to connect.
āy/n. Where are you?ā his voice blares out from the speakers, both of us wincing. āFucking hell. Are you shouting directly into your phone speaker? Why was that so loud?ā I complain, my ex letting out an irritated noise. āWhere are you?ā āIn a car.ā āWhose car?ā āMason Mountās car,ā I say, Mason grinning at the momentary stunned silence.
āI didnāt think it was true.ā āWho told you?ā āTwitter. Itās already everywhere,ā he says, and I roll my eyes. āWell, yeah. Itās true.ā āWhy are you in his car?ā āWhat do you mean? Weāre driving somewhere. Why else would I be in his car?ā I say irritably, Mason stifling laughter. āWhere are you driving?ā āItās actually none of your business, at all,ā I remind him, a sigh sounding through the car speakers.
āI know, but⦠itās just killing me to not know whatās going on with you. All the rumours and shit, I just hate it. First, youāve moved on with Central Cee, and then, youāre getting a marriage proposal from an Indian prince, and now, youāre dating another Prem footballer? Itās driving me insane,ā he says, and I roll my eyes again.
āYou shouldāve thought about that before cheating on me and taking me for granted. Weāre done now, so you donāt get to ask questions about my life and expect answers.ā āFine, okay. Just at least tell me if youāve got a new boyfriend now.ā āI donāt. Iām single.ā āSo itās just casual sex then?ā āSheās hanging up now,ā Mason says, a brief stunned silence following his words.
āWho the fuck do you th-ā āBye!ā I shout, hanging up on him, and Mason and I burst into laughter. āRight, Iād better block his number because heās gonna spam call me now,ā I say, having to reject a call so I can block him. āHeās insane.ā āTell me about it,ā I mutter, feeling relieved when I finally block his number.
āWhatās this about Central Cee and an Indian prince then?ā he asks, trying his best to seem relaxed but clearly curious, and I canāt help but laugh. āCench and I arenāt dating. We were in the studio together for my next album, and we wanted WingStop, but delivery wasnāt available, so we drove to the nearest one and collected our order instead. People saw me in his car and the rumours started. But the Indian prince stuff is actually true. A prince spoke at some international relations meeting and mentioned wanting me as a wife in his speech,ā I say offhandedly, Masonās eyes wide.
āWow. Have you responded?ā āNo. How do you publicly reject a marriage proposal from a prince without putting yourself in serious danger?ā I say, Mason laughing. āWhat are you gonna do though? Just ignore it?ā āThatās exactly what Iām gonna do. Pretend it never happened and pray I donāt run into him until both of us are married so he canāt bring it up,ā I say drily, the boy shaking his head amusedly.
āSo you wanna get married one day?ā āAt some point, yeah, I think so. Not for a long time, though. I wasted a couple years of my youth being in a shitty relationship, so I wanna enjoy myself for a while now. I donāt think Iāll even start dating again ātil Iām close to my 30s. Iām more than happy to be single for a while now,ā I say, Mason nodding.
āFair enough. Dating again when youāre⦠27, 28? Then marriage a few years later. Any kids?ā he asks, and I nod instantly. āDefinitely. I want a few. At least four. Two boys, two girls,ā I say dreamily, Mason laughing. āYou canāt choose, y/n.ā āI can if I adopt.ā āYou want to adopt?ā he asks surprisedly, and I shrug. āMaybe. Itās always an option. Iām not sure if I have the pain threshold to go through pregnancy, and the idea of giving kids who would ordinarily struggle the chance for a better life and better opportunities seems really appealing to me. Why bring more children into the world when I can help the ones that are already here?ā I say, Mason smiling softly.
āThatās really sweet. I think youād make an amazing mother. Biological or adoptive,ā he says kindly, my heart warming. āThanks, Mase. Iām sure youāll be an amazing parent too,ā I say, the boy grinning. āOur kids will be lucky,ā he says, making me choke on my own gasp. āOur kids? Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, arenāt you, Mount?ā I ask amusedly, the boy just looking content with his own joke. āNever say never, y/n. You donāt know what relationship we might have in a few yearsā time,ā he says in a mystical tone, and I just roll my eyes. āYeah, weāll see,ā I mutter, Mason just laughing.
We fall into a comfortable silence, Mason tapping his fingers on the wheel in time to the Lil Baby song thatās playing. I shift in my seat, my dress riding up to a point where itās barely even covering my crotch, and I pull it down, able to feel Masonās eyes on me as I do so. I can also feel him smirk to himself, obviously amused at how Iām trying to cover up while weāre literally on our way back to his house.
āCold?ā he asks, not even waiting for my answer before he turns up the heat. āYour jacketās keeping me warm,ā I say, pulling it closer around me. Itās still holding the heat from his body when he was wearing it, and it holds his scent as well, something fresh and expensive.
āYou look good in it,ā he says, and I raise an amused eyebrow. āYeah?ā āYeah. It makes the outfit, I think,ā he grins, making me laugh. āI did think it was missing something, to be fair,ā I joke, his smile alerting me to the fact that heās about to make a joke that heās already very proud of. āIt was missing the rest of its material,ā he says, and I gasp, hitting his shoulder lightly as he bites his lip to hold back laughter. To be fair, the dress is pretty tiny. The neckline barely covers my nipples and the hem barely covers my ass, not to mention the fact that itās practically a second skin and it has the thinnest little straps that just about manage to hold it up.
āDonāt shame me.ā āIām not shaming you! Itās hypocritical to shame something you like, isnāt it?ā he asks with a grin. āYou like it?ā āYeah, I do. I love your skimpy little dress,ā he laughs, making me roll my eyes. āI had to wear something to give me the confidence to walk into a club for the first time in over two years.ā āYou donāt have to explain yourself. Honestly, Iām just hoping youāre wearing outfits like this every time I see you.ā āIāll wear it to your next match,ā I smile, and he falls into a thoughtful silent for a moment. āActually⦠maybe not then. Iād end up shooting into our own goal if I spot you in the stands wearing a dress like this,ā he says drily, the car slowing down as he pulls into a familiar residential area.
āYou live around here?ā I ask, and he nods. āAbout thirty seconds down this road.ā āIām literally five minutes away from here. Iām always at the Co-op at the top of the road,ā I say, the boy looking surprised. āNo way. Iām always there as well. How have we never run into each other?ā āIām glad we havenāt. I always look an absolute mess when I go, and Iām usually buying alcohol,ā I admit, Mason laughing. āShould I be concerned about your alcoholism?ā he asks, and I shake my head with a laugh. āItās not that bad, I promise. I barely had a drop when I was with my ex.ā āOh. In that case, drink as much as you want. I wonāt even try to stop you,ā he grins, clearly trying to communicate that heād be better for me thank my ex, and I just roll my eyes amusedly.
He pulls up to his house a few moments later, reversing onto the drive with his head turned, hand on the back of my seat. It takes every ounce of my self-control to not watch him, knowing Iāll probably throw myself at him the second I see him doing the sexy reversing thing. He turns off the engine, climbing out of the car and rushing around to help me out, grinning like heās proud of himself for being so gentlemanly. He motions for me to lead the way up to the front door, following me up the drive and unlocking the door using the security system keypad set into the brick beside it.
I step into the front hall, slipping off my uncomfortable heels, my feet relieved at being flat on the cold floor. He flicks a switch beside the door as he shuts it behind us, flooding the room with light, and I find myself impressed at how nicely decorated it is. Itās also spotless enough that I can tell it was cleaned today, and I find myself unusually jealous at the thought of some girl cleaning his house. I try to comfort myself with the possibility that his cleaning staff are male, though the thoughtās tinged with doubt.
āLet me get you a drink before you start getting withdrawal symptoms,ā he jokes, stepping around me and leading me to the kitchen. Itās similar to my own, with a big island in the middle of the room, and I admire the furnishings, impressed at his taste in dĆ©cor. āYour house is beautiful,ā I say quietly, not wanting to disrupt the complete silence filling the room. āThanks. My mum helped me choose everything,ā he admits, making me laugh. āWell, your mumās got good taste,ā I say, the boy smiling at hearing a compliment for his mum.
āWhich wine do you want?ā he asks, opening the wine fridge. āIām happy with whatever,ā I say, and he raises an eyebrow. āYou must have a favourite. Just come and choose,ā he says amusedly, busying himself with getting a wineglass and ice out for me as I look through the many unopened bottles in the fridge. I spot a bottle of Asti, instantly won over, and I get it out carefully, shutting the fridge and bringing the bottle to the island where heās standing.
āWhy do you have so much wine if you donāt drink it?ā I ask, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he watches me pour out a half glass, dropping in two ice cubes with the little silver tongs he hands me. āSo Iāve got something to give the girls I bring home after a night out,ā he grins, and I pretend to hit him with the tongs, the boy ducking with a laugh.
āIām joking, Iām joking! The wine fridge was already there when I bought the house, and Mum said I might as well just fill it up so it doesnāt look weird, and so Iāve got options for people to choose from when I host,ā he explains, and I nod in understanding, putting the wine bottle back in the fridge as he puts the ice away.
āSo do you do that on a regular basis? Bring girls home after a night out?ā I ask casually, Mason looking amused at my question. āNot regularly. A couple times. But Iāve never let them choose their favourite wine from my wine fridge,ā he adds, making me laugh. āI guess Iām special then.ā āSo special, babe.ā āIām honoured,ā I say drily, taking a sip from my glass as he laughs.
āCan I use your toilet?ā I ask, the boy nodding. āItās just down that way. Door on the left,ā he says, and I walk down the corridor he points at, opening one of the doors. āThatās your right, y/n, not your left,ā he laughs as I stop myself from stepping into a store cupboard. āOh. I struggle remembering my left and right.ā āClearly,ā he says amusedly, my eyes landing on something in his cupboard.
āWow, this is quite a board game collection,ā I say, Mason coming to stand behind me as I admire the three shelves lined with board game boxes. āI know itās not why you came back to mine but⦠do you wanna play one?ā he says excitedly, like a big kid. āExcuse you, Mason Mount, but playing a board game is exactly the reason I came back to yours,ā I lie, pretending to be outraged by his insinuation, and he rolls his eyes. āYeah, right. The only game you came here to play is an adult version of Twister,ā he grins, wiggling his eyebrows, and I canāt help but burst into laughter at the terrible joke, Mason unable to hold back his own.
āWhat game shall we play then?ā I ask, and he looks surprised. āWait, you really want to?ā āDonāt tell me youāre scared of losing to me, Mount,ā I taunt, his competitive streak taking over when he raises a patronising eyebrow. āCanāt be scared of something that has a less-than-1% chance of happening,ā he replies childishly, and I scoff. āPut your money where your mouth is then. Letās play,ā I challenge, and he holds out a hand for me to shake. āYouāre on.ā
And five minutes later, here we are. Two grown adults on the carpeted floor of his living room on a Saturday night in our clubbing clothes, two Guess Who? boards set up between us and my wineglass on the coffee table beside us, music playing from his sound system in the background. Masonās lying on his front, legs outstretched, while Iām sitting with my legs bent to the side, keeping my thighs clamped shut.
āOkay, shall I start?ā āWait,ā he says suddenly, that mischievous glint in his eyes again, āletās⦠raise the stakes a bit.ā āDonāt tell me you wanna put money on Guess Who?, because that is a low Iām not ready to go to,ā I say with narrowed eyes, the boy laughing. āNo, not money. What about⦠clothes?ā he suggests, and I tilt my head in confusion. āThe loser buys the winner a new wardrobe?ā āNo, y/n. You lose a round, you lose an item of clothing,ā he grins, and my eyes widen in surprise.
āDonāt chicken out on me now, babe,ā he taunts, and I roll my eyes, my own competitive streak appearing. āIām no chicken, but itās unfair on me. Youāre wearing way more than I am,ā I pout, and heās silent for a moment, obviously working it out. āNo, weāve got the same. Iāve got socks, boxers, trousers and shirt. Youāve got dress, bra, pants and my jacket,ā he lists off, and I bite my lip, feeling awkward about having to tell him heās overestimating what Iāve got on. āIām not wearing a bra. Or pants,ā I say quietly, his mouth falling open for a moment.
āNothing under your dress?ā āNope.ā āRight. I guess thatās not as simple then,ā he says, clearly trying not to laugh, and I donāt reply for a moment, debating whether or not Iām bold enough for this. And then I decide, fuck it. āItās still simple in my eyes. I told you, Mount. Iām not a chicken,ā I murmur, his eyes darkening as he grins. āYouāre sure?ā 100%.ā āLetās do it, then,ā he says, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
We start the most competitive game of Guess Who? ever, both of us aggressively tapping down the tiles on our boards. I win the first round, downing half of my wine in celebration as he pulls his socks off. He throws one at me, my scream as I bat it away making him burst into laughter. He wins the next round, and I reluctantly take off his jacket, resting it on the sofa as he gives me a greasy grin, bursting into laughter again when I lean over to swat at him.
āYouād better pray you donāt lose the next round,ā he says, sitting up with his shoulders in a competitive stance, and I smile confidently. āOh, donāt worry, Iām not going to,ā I promise, and Iām right. I win the next round, managing to guess correctly when I still have six people left to guess from, and his mouth falls open at how lucky I am.
āWhat shall I take off then?ā āYouāre letting me choose?ā I ask, the boy nodding, lips quirked up in amusement. āShirt. Obviously,ā I say, the boy laughing as his hands lift to undo the buttons on his shirt. Our eyes are locked together as he shrugs his shirt off, but once heās shirtless, I canāt resist the temptation to let my gaze slide over his bare torso, muscles and tan skin and tattoos galore. Desire settles low in my stomach as he watches me admire him, a darkly satisfied look on his face. His light-hearted and jokey side is slowly melting away, leaving a very intimidating side in its wake.
āWhen youāre finished⦠Iām ready to beat you again,ā he says in a low tone laced with mirth, and I roll my eyes. āDonāt bet on it, babe. Iām winning this round as well,ā I say with conviction, and Iām right again. It comes down to the wire this time, pretty much anyoneās game, but I manage to scrape the win at the last second, the boy looking outraged that he didnāt.
He stands up as I sip victoriously on the last of my wine, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers before pushing them down his strong legs and kicking them aside. I feel my pulse quickening as I look up at him standing there in nothing but his Calvins, a noticeable tent in them already. He grins at me as he sits back down, and I avoid his amused gaze, resetting my Guess Who? board.
āLast round,ā he reminds me, and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, knowing whatās coming right after this round. He doesnāt seem to be trying very hard to win, but my nervousness distract me from concentrating, and by the time he makes his guess, Iāve still got half my board up. I canāt even muster up the disappointment at losing, too on edge about the fact that Iām about to strip off my dress to leave myself naked in Mason Mountās living room.
āWhy do you look like youāre about to vomit?ā he asks amusedly, stretching out his legs and leaning back on his elbows. āToo much to drink,ā I say weakly, the boy sighing. āy/n, if youāve changed your mind, you can say so. Donāt worry ab-ā āNo, itās not that. Iām just⦠I havenāt slept with anyone other than my ex in the last three years. And almost every time we slept together, it was boring and never felt special. It was just a really dull part of our routine. This is different. I feel nervous,ā I admit, Mason chuckling softly.
āCome here,ā he says softly as he pushes the Guess Who? boards aside, speaking in a tone that no-one would ever be able to say no to, and I crawl across the carpet towards him. When I reach him, he slides an arm around my waist, effortlessly lifting me to straddle him, his bulge pressing directly onto my core.
āThereās nothing to be nervous about, y/n. Weāll take this as slowly as you want to, and we donāt have to do it at all if you decide you donāt want to. Thereās only one thing I want you to feel tonight, and that isnāt anxiety,ā he murmurs, one of his hands resting on my back as he lifts the other hand to brush a lock of hair back from my face, butterflies exploding in my stomach.
āWe can play another game if you want? Or I can get you another glass of wine before you start getting withdrawal shakes?ā he jokes lightly, and I canāt hold back my giggle, the boy smiling at the sound. āIām okay,ā I say, lifting my hands to rest on his bare chest, his skin hot against my palms. āYeah?ā āYeah. I donāt want games, or wine. All I want is you,ā I say shyly, his grin growing. āThat works out well then.ā āYeah?ā āYeah. Iām already yours, babe,ā he murmurs, sliding his hand up to the back of my neck and pulling me closer.
My eyes slide shut as he kisses me, his lips pushing mine apart and his tongue sliding into my mouth. The kiss is sweet wine and bitter tequila, my head going light at the taste of him on my mouth while his hands roam up and down my sides. I slide my hands up his chest to the back of his neck, using my grip on him to press my torso against his, accidently rocking forward against his bulge. The friction makes me whimper into his mouth, and he groans at the noise, gripping my waist to press me down again, stealing the breath from each otherās mouths as though the only air that works for either of us comes from each otherās lungs.
The kiss escalates quickly, my hands gripping onto his hair as his fingers press into my waist tightly enough to leave bruises, controlling my movements so Iām grinding down onto him, both of us moaning into each otherās mouths. His skin is so hot against mine, and I realise I want to touch every inch of it, my hands sliding down from his hair to explore the curves and ridges of his strong body.
āCan I?ā he asks against my lips as his hands slip down to my thighs, tips of his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. I hum into the kiss as response, his hands instantly disappearing under my dress and sliding over my bare skin, pulling the material up with them. We break apart briefly so he can pull it over my head, throwing it over his shoulder as he reconnects our lips, my boobs smushed against his chest. His hands explore my completely naked body as I continue grinding down onto him, unclothed core dripping arousal all over his underwear.
āFuck, youāre so wet. I need toā¦ā he breathes into my mouth, lying back and bringing my body down on top of his before rolling us over, the soft carpet against my skin as he hovers over me. āCan I touch you?ā āPlease,ā I whisper, his hand instantly moving down to push my legs apart, two fingers lightly swiping across my folds to collect up my arousal. He lifts his hand to his mouth, tasting me on his skin, and he lets out an appreciative noise.
āYou taste so good, babe,ā he praises, slipping the two fingers between my lips, and I suck on them gently, able to taste myself. He takes his hand from my mouth, replacing it with his own mouth and capturing my lips in a kiss, absorbing the moan I let out when he pushes those two fingers into me. He remains still for a few moments to let me adjust, distracting me from the stretch with a messy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing.
He breaks away from me when he starts moving his fingers, slowing sliding them in and out of me, my walls fluttering around them as I bite down on my lip to hold back any noises. His eyes are trained on my face, watching intently for my reactions as he presses his thumb down on my clit, my back arching up from the floor as my breath catches in my throat.
He curls his fingers inside me, a pathetic whimper escaping my lips, and he fails at trying to hold back his satisfaction at the sound. āI know, baby, I know,ā he murmurs, half-soothingly and half-patronisingly, his tone making me gush around his fingers. Heās trying his best to take it slow but he canāt resist increasing his pace, rocking his hand against me so his palm rubs my clit whilst his fingers move inside me, little moans falling from my lips every few seconds.
āThatās it, babe, good girl. Let me hear how good it feels,ā he prompts with a small grin, replacing his palm with his thumb and rubbing hard and slow circles on my clit, forcing a desperate whimper out of me. I look up at him, stomach turning when I realise heās still watching me, eyes studying my face as his fingers work their magic, and I can barely maintain his eye contact, hearing him chuckle when my back arches up again, a gentle moan escaping my lips.
āFuck, you sound so pretty,ā he mutters, fingers curling inside me again, and I canāt help but clamp my thighs together, overwhelmed at the sensation. āWant me to stop?ā he asks, hand stopping its movements, and I shake my head desperately, needing him to stop but needing him to carry on even more. He grins amusedly as he pulls one of my legs up so it bends at the knee between our bodies, allowing his fingers to go even deeper inside me. āFuck, Mason,ā I breathe out when his fingers brush against that spot inside me, and he curses under his breath at hearing his name on my lips.
I clutch at the carpet as his fingers continue to thrust into me at a ever-quickening pace, an obscene squelching filling the room. āGod, youāre so wet. Soaking my carpet, dirty girl,ā he chuckles, and I let out whine after whimper as he starts to bring me to the edge. āYouāre doing all the work now, y/n. Feels good, baby?ā he asks softly, tone laced with cockiness, and I only realise after he says it that Iām grinding down onto his hand, each movement sending gentle waves of pleasure through me.
My body squirms beneath his, walls clenching around him, and he knows that Iām close, his pace quickening as he whispers honeyed filth into my ear. āClose, babe?ā he asks, and all I can do is nod, letting out a loud moan. āFuck, bet my neighbours are gonna come knocking soon with a noise complaint. But how could anyone complain about your pretty noises, babe?ā he grins, the thought of being heard only prompting a fresh wave of arousal that soaks his skin.
āFuck, Mason, Iām gonnaā¦ā I trail off, feeling myself get closer with every brush of his thumb at my clit and every curl of his fingers inside me. āGonna cum, babe? You wanna cum on my fingers?ā he whispers against my ear, and I just let out a moan in response, teetering at the edge. Iām so close, and then he takes his fingers out of me, my orgasm disappearing within seconds, and I whine, eyes filling with tears of frustration and desperation.
āDonāt complain, babe. Iām not done,ā he murmurs soothingly as he moves down my body, pressing kisses my skin. He briefly sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making me sigh in pleasure, before continuing down my body, pushing my legs apart so he can settle between them.
He doesnāt waste any time, immediately burying his head between my inner thighs and sucking my clit into his mouth. I let out a moan of his name, fingers tangling into his hair as he alternates between flicking his tongue over my clit and slurping at my folds noisily like a man starved. It doesnāt take long for my orgasm to build up again, and I fall over the edge when he pushes his tongue inside me, his nose pressing against my clit.
My vision goes blurry as I moan out loudly, fingers gripping onto his soft locks for any form of stability as the pleasure crashes through my body in strong waves, my limbs tense and tight. As my orgasm subsides, my body goes slack beneath him, and he takes it upon himself to continue eating me out. I whine at the overstimulation, body squirming as he sucks and flicks my clit whilst thrusting one finger into me.
āMase, I canāt. Itās too much,ā I whimper between moans, tears steadily running down my face, and when he finally gives me reprieve, I let out a long sigh of relief, a dark grin on his face as he sits up on his knees. āYouāre not done already, are you, babe? Havenāt even let me fuck you yet,ā he murmurs, slipping a hand into his Calvins and touching himself, my core flooding with arousal at the sight.
I sit up, pulling his underwear down just enough to free his cock, mouth-watering at the sight of it. I canāt resist from leaning down and sucking the head between my lips, his salty pre-cum coating my tongue. āAs much as Iād love to feel your mouth right now, babe, Iād love to be inside you even more. Gonna let me fuck you?ā he asks as I sit up, and I nod shyly, his grin growing.
āLet me grab a condom from ups-ā āNo, donāt. Iām on birth control, and Iām clean,ā I say, his eyes darkening. āAre you sure?ā āAre you clean?ā āYeah.ā āThen, yeah, Iām sure. I wanna feel you raw,ā I breathe out, his pupils blown out completely with lust. āFuck. Yeah. Okay, then. How dāyou want it?ā he asks, and I think it over for a moment. Missionaryās always been my favourite ā Iām a simple girl ā but for a one-night stand with a friend of a friend, it feels a bit too intimate. The last thing I need is to stare into his pretty eyes while he fucks me. Iāll end up falling in love.
āFrom behind,ā I murmur quietly, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes before he grins, making me question if Iām imagining it. āGet on your hands and knees for me, babe,ā he prompts, and I do as he says, anticipating his touch on me. And then he smacks my ass harshly, making me let out a pained yelp, before he rubs the area soothingly.
āThis is fucking perfect,ā he mutters, groping my ass cheeks like a horny teenage boy, and I push back into him, needing him to fuck me. āOkay, okay, I get the hint,ā he laughs, his hands disappearing from my ass a moment later. I let out a moan the second I feel him running the head of his cock down my folds, another escaping my lips when he begins pushing into me.
āGood girl. Thatās a good girl,ā he says, voice soft and soothing as he slowly sinks into me, the slightly painful stretch tearing a sob from my throat, and he rubs my back soothingly as he bottoms out. āFeels so big,ā I whimper, and he chuckles lightly, his ego obviously inflated. āYouāre taking it so well, babe,ā he praises as he stays still inside me, allowing me to adjust. āPlease, Mason, move,ā I plead, and his hands stop rubbing, gripping my waist instead. āSure?ā he asks, though I can feel that heās practically itching to fuck me. āYes, need you,ā I breathe out, and he doesnāt hesitate any longer.
He pulls out before slamming back in, winding me. Heās ruthless, pounding into me so hard that his balls slap against my thighs, hands digging into my waist, both our skin damp with sweat. My head falls forward, and he leans over to grab my hair in one hand, tugging it to hold my head up, the pull only slightly painful. He fucks into me, hard, with no restraint, my head bent back at an uncomfortable angle, my moans projecting around the room. āDoes my pretty baby like being fucked like this?ā he asks, the pet name making me gush, and my moans seem to be answer enough for him, a strained chuckle falling from his lips.
He props one foot up on the floor, allowing him to hammer into me at a bruising pace, cock filling me up completely, having me completely blissed out. āYou take it so well, babe. So well. You take it like such a good little slut,ā he breathes out between grunts, and itās heart-stopping, toe-curling, tear-inducing, the way heās fucking me, so good I canāt think of anything but him, and how fucking amazing this feels.
My arms give way before I can realise how much theyāre aching, and I fall face first into the carpet. āShit, baby, Iām sorry. Are you tired?ā he asks gently, his cock stilling inside me, and I try to lift myself back up, desperate to feel him again. He slips an arm around my stomach and, at first, I think heās just trying to help me back into position but, instead, he pulls me all the way up so my back is pressed to his front, my body weight resting partially on my knees but mainly on him.
He continues fucking into me in this new position, but at an agonisingly slow pace. He rocks into me, cock dragging against my walls leisurely, and I can feel it even more like this, can feel every inch filling me up and stretching me out. I let out a loud moan of his name and he slips two fingers into my mouth to shut me up.
āYouāre so loud, babe. Gonna have the neighbours knocking on the door, but I donāt wanna rush. Wanna take my time with you. Isnāt that what you want, baby? Want me to fuck you nice and slow?ā he murmurs against my ear, and I let out a garbled moan around his fingers, my wetness dripping down my own thighs.
He takes the sound as a yes, grinning against my neck as he fucks me deep, and I whimper and whine around his fingers as he lets out sinfully soft grunts and groans against my skin. He brings a hand to rest at the base of my neck, fingers still in my mouth. āFeels good?ā he asks, and I just about manage to nod as my eyes roll back, a little laugh falling from his lips.
His hand around my neck tightens, cutting off my airways slightly, and I let out an unintelligible string of curses around his fingers, my breathing quickly becoming laboured. I clench around him sporadically, quickly feeling my high approaching, and he can feel it too, keeping his torturous pace with a smirk pressed to the side of my throat.
He releases my neck after a few moments and I gasp for air, my inhale cut off when he puts a hand on my forehead and pulls my head back far enough for us to make eye contact, his face just as handsome upside down. His eyes are dark, skin flushed, and hair pasted down to his forehead with sweat.
āFuck, youāre so pretty, babe. This body is so perfect. So beautiful, and so good for me, with your pretty noises. My pretty baby,ā he murmurs, my body weakening and my heart skipping beats at all the praise. Iām so close, but I just need more ā his pace is mind-blowing, and the dirty talk has butterflies going wild in my stomach, but itās not enough to push me over the edge.
āFaster, Mase,ā I mumble around his fingers, and he shakes his head amusedly. āYouāre crying, babe. You canāt even handle this, and you want it faster?ā he chuckles before complying, pounding into me hard enough that the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room, filling my ears along with the sounds escaping my lips. He slips his fingers out of my mouth, reaching down to rub at my clit in circles fast enough to match his thrusts, and Iām hurtling towards my orgasm.
āClose, babe? Gonna cum for me? Come on, baby, itās gonna feel so good,ā he breathes against my ear, one hand groping my boobs whilst the other keeps a steady pace at my clit, and the mixture of all the different sensations whilst he whispers filth in my ear makes me hit my high, my mouth falling open in a silent scream before letting out a moan of his name.
My walls clamp down around him so tightly that he canāt even move, so he keeps rubbing my clit to get me through my orgasm, murmuring praise and encouragement in my ear before pressing soft kisses to my skin. When I start coming down from my high and my walls loosen around him, he pushes me down so Iām resting on my elbows, his hands gripping onto my waist. He pounds into me, chasing his own orgasm, and it washes over him within a few seconds, the sexiest moan of my name falling from his lips as he fills me up with his cum.
For a long few seconds, the quiet music and our heavy breathing are the only noises in the room, and I take a while to try and compose myself with my head resting on the carpet. āYou okay, babe?ā Mason asks breathlessly as he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, and I turn over to look up at him, nodding with a small smile. He grins at me, pushing my legs apart to watch his cum drip out of me, eyes trained on my face as he collects it up with two fingers and pushes It back into me. I try to say his name reprimandingly, but it comes out as a moan, and he chuckles as I push his hand away.
āCome on. Letās⦠get you cleaned up,ā he says, easily lifting me up into his arms and carrying me out of the room bridal-style. He takes me up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, putting me down gently on the bed. He puts on a lamp and disappears into what probably is an en suite bathroom, coming back with a damp towel a few seconds later.
āYour house⦠really is lovely,ā I say through a yawn as he cleans me up with the towel, wiping up all the sweat on my skin, the saliva around my mouth and the cum between my legs. āAfter what just happened, youāre thinking about my dĆ©cor?ā he laughs, and I roll my eyes. āI mean, to be fair, my head was in your carpet, and it was very soft, soā¦ā I say, trying to keep a straight face but unable to hold back my giggle when he bursts out laughing.
āDo you want some clothes? A t-shirt or a hoodie? And you can borrow some of my boxers if you want underwear,ā he offers, and I laugh. āIāll sleep like this. If you donāt mind,ā I add afterwards, though the look on his face clearly shows that he really doesnāt mind at all. āYeah, thatās fine,ā he grins, getting up from the bed and going into the bathroom again. I stare at the ceiling, already getting flashbacks about what just happened, feeling myself getting wet again. Iām praying he doesnāt have training early tomorrow because I need him again in the morning.
I listen to what heās doing, hearing the tap running and then shutting off a little while later before he comes back into the room. I listen to him leave, his footsteps going down the stairs, light switches being flicked and the music being turned off before his footsteps come back up and he steps into the room. I look over, the boy grinning at me. Heās wearing new underwear and looking fresher, like heās splashed water on his face and combed his hair. He climbs into the bed beside me, sitting with his head resting against the headboard, back on the pillow. I move to lie in the circle of his arm, my head on his chest, and I can hear his heart beating through his skin.
āSo⦠gonna let me take you on a date?ā he asks suddenly, and I donāt react for a few seconds. āUm⦠no way.ā āNo?ā he asks, sounding surprised, and I sigh. āNope. I told you, Iām not looking for a relationship anytime soon,ā I say, and he laughs. āA date doesnāt equal a relationship, y/n,ā he says, and I lift my head to look up at him, arms resting across his chest.
āYeah, but one date with me is all it would take for you to fall in love,ā I say as though itās obvious, and he nods amusedly. āAnd thatās a bad thing?ā āYes. I donāt have the time, patience or energy to deal with someone being in love with right now,ā I say dramatically, though we both know Iām speaking the truth, and he just nods thoughtfully.
āOkay. If you donāt want me to love you, then at least let me⦠love you,ā he grins, making me laugh. āYou mean physically instead of emotionally, right?ā I ask, and he nods. āYeah. Letās turn this into a thing. No strings attached and all of that,ā he says, and I raise an amused eyebrow. āWhat makes you think Iād wanna do this again?ā I ask jokingly, and he clutches his chest like heās hurt. āYour moans and your crying made me think youād wanna do it again,ā he says, and I cover my face in embarrassment, the boy laughing.
āOkay, yeah. We can turn this into a thing. You just have to promise me that youāre happy with this not being serious, that you wonāt let any feelings get involved.ā āI promise.ā āAnd promise me you wonāt sleep with anyone else while weāre doing this.ā āI promise.ā āAnd promise m-ā āy/n!ā he laughs, āweāre gonna be friends-with-benefits. Nothing more. I promise. Okay?ā he says, and I nod amusedly, putting my head back down on his chest. He strokes my hair gently as I trace lines over his abs and, before I know it, Iām drifting off, the steady beat of his heart lulling me into sleep.












