#hoepieces

TW smut, if you don’t want to read it yet ❤️

shy!subby!reader losing her virginity to trent and letting him have all the control

Hello!! I love this so much I seriously hope you like it!! I’ve been dreaming about this😩

Warnings: SMUT!! Soft Dom, loss of virginity, innocence kink and idk I write this before I start writing😭

You had been dating Trent for a while, exactly 7 months, and as much as you wanted to think of him as this great man who was okay with your constant shallow touches, you knew that was a man, a footballer, a man who probably needed to let out so much energy and you couldn’t push it any further.

Trent was a man sculpted by God, the way his body looked and the way his body operated was something you never dared to not admire. From his broad shoulders, to his abs, and his legs and his toned arms, it was all too much, you were convinced he was God’s apology for creating the other specimen of hooligans.

Never in a million years, would you have thought a premier league footballer was going to be an issue of yours, but there you were, standing in front of your mirror, giving yourself a harsh analysis. You liked the way your body looked in the close to nonexistent white lace lingerie you were wearing. You wanted to send a message, and as much as you knew you had to say it, you didn’t want to tell Trent that you were a virgin, you just wanted him to get it.

You had called him prior to your little session, and told him to come spend the night cause you missed him, an excuse that usually works with him effectively. He knew the drill, you were going to watch a movie, abandon it and start making out, your hand would guide his to your boobs then you’d jump up and go get something to wear cause ‘it got cold’.

But not tonight. Tonight, you had plans of making Trent the happiest man, with your little knowledge from your wattpad years, and your vague ideas of what you’ve watched, you knew one thing for certain, no man wouldn’t love being your first. Men were naturally territorial, and as much as you wanted to group Trent differently, he was much like these men, someone who probably would lose his eyeballs if he knew you were letting him be the first man in your bed.

So you got ready, lathered up in coconut lotion, angelic no make up make up on, hair done just how he always liked it, white silk nightgown that covered your white lingerie, it was a planned attack. Your nerves almost ruined your body, but the fact that he was going to be your first, assured you that he’d love the idea.

You waited in your kitchen, debating whether or not to go into your room and spray the entire bottle of your perfume on your head, scared of the tiniest details not fitting Trent’s liking. You were pulled out of it when the doorbell rang, indicating Trent’s arrival. You took a deep breath, choosing to play it safe and move the same way you’ve always move when he came over, to not ruin the surprise. You opened the door, watching his smile grow wide as he looked down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning forward to peck your lips.

“Hey baby.” He said as he walked into the house with you in his arms still, closing the door with his foot.

“Hi baby, I missed you.” You pouted as you silently begged for another kiss.

His plump lips fell on yours softly, and you gracefully held back a moan as you thought of his lips kissing other parts of you. You took his hand and moved him to the living room, wanting to keep it normal and out of any forms of suspicion.

“You look good in white.” He said as he slapped your ass that was moving in front of him.

“You think?” You pulled him to the couch, giving him a tiny kiss as you laid curled into his side.

“I’m sure. Almost as good as you do in red. Angelic.” His arm wrapped around you as he started flicking through the shows.

Half an hour passed by and your body was getting hotter by the minute, the way Trent’s tongue kept poking out as he focused on the show playing, and the way he looked, it was too much and you could barely understand what was happening to you. You mindlessly started drawing patterns on his chest as you laid your hand on his shirt, acting like you were too lost in the show as well.

“Trent.” You wanted your voice to sound hotter and lower, but your nerves were kicking in and you ended up sounding quite instead.

He hummed next to you, waiting for you to speak up. You wanted to scream, the pressure of needing his tongue on your core was crushing you, and there was no way of letting him know other than saying it.

“Aren’t you bored?” You asked him as you continued to draw patterns on his abdomen.

“Not really, but you seem like you are, what’s up?” You moved your head to look at him, his attentive eyes looking down at you waiting for an answer.

“I was talking to my friends the other day, and I’ve got a question for you.” You were lying, but he didn’t need to know that, just like you didn’t need to know the answer to your question. He nodded, urging you to go on, now clearly intrigued.

“So basically, Sally told me that her boyfriend told her he wished she was a virgin, so that he’d be her first. I don’t think all men think like that, but, what do you think?” You kept your doe eyes, looking up at him, begging him silently to understand.

“Depends, are you a virgin?” He spoke so nonchalantly, almost as if he was sure you weren’t. You kept silent, trying to weigh out the possible answers you could give. His eyebrows furrowed, looking down at you with a puzzled expression.

“Are you a virgin, Y/N?” His voice was soft, trying to see your reaction. You looked at him, trying to keep a soft gaze and hide your anxiety, debating how you’d confess to that. You nodded slowly, watching how his pupils turned a shade darker at the realization.

“Baby, don’t play with me right now, is it true?” His hand brushed some strands away from your face, resting on your cheek. You nodded again, keeping your stance as innocent as you could. He groaned, obviously the idea of you being an innocent virgin worked it’s wonders like you expected.

“I want you to be my first, would you want that?” You dropped your voice, speaking so softly barely above a whisper as you looked into his eyes.

You knew the game you were playing was very expected, but you didn’t think he’d be as responsive to all of your assumptions, and sadly, he was just like any other man, but in every other aspect, he wasn’t.

“Very much. You don’t know how long I’ve been doubting myself. But don’t let this pressure you or anything, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay baby?” He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, still holding your face in place delicately.

“I know, but I don’t want you to doubt yourself, I want you.” You moved his hand from your face, standing up to look at him fully.

You extended your arm, holding out your hand for him, ready to walk him into your room so you could show him. Once he hooked his hand into yours, you pulled him towards the room, quietly trying to steady your breathing and calm yourself.

“Wait, you do want that, right?” You stopped, looking back at him and waiting for his answer. You smiled upon seeing him nod vigorously, clearly excited to have you. Once in the room, you sat him down on the edge of the bed, and stepped back, ready to lose all of yourself for him.

“Okay, I can’t promise to know a lot, but I do know you like white on me, so I just want you to take me and do whatever it is you want. I trust you T.” You spoke softly, slowly scrunching up your night gown as you tried to give him a sexy strip show.

It seemed to have worked, cause the groan he let out once your night gown was thrown to the side gave you an undeniable boost of confidence. You were getting coy under his gaze, but the more he stared at your body with hungry eyes, the more you understood how hot you were to him. He motioned for you to come closer, and when you were standing in front of his figure, he leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss was slow at first, just him testing the waters, and his lips were moving slowly on yours, loud smooches filled the room and were interrupted by your whimper when he slapped your ass. The way his lips worked on yours almost made you dizzy, you wanted to beg him to touch you elsewhere with his lips. He stood up and turned you around, switching places with you, his fingers were holding your cheek as his lips devoured yours.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, I promise. Anytime you feel like anything is too much, let me know, okay?” His fingers brushed against your cheek as he spoke softly to you.

You nodded a bit too enthusiastically and he chuckled at your excitement. You didn’t know why you were so shy at first, what could he possibly say that would make you blush in embarrassment?

“Okay baby, now, have you ever had your pussy eaten?” His low voice sent shivers to your spine, the way he spoke almost too much for you. Your face heated up, and eyes dilated a bit as you heard him chuckle at your reaction. You shook your head no, too shy to even speak up now.

“Do you want your pussy eaten?” He spoke so close to your ear, you could feel his breath on your skin and it ignited your fire. You nodded but he didn’t seem too interested.

“No love, you’re going to have to speak up.” He hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling your face heat up to a new level, but you knew that was probably the easiest thing to say and that whatever was coming next would be too hard to ignore, so you swallowed and looked at him.

“I want my pussy eaten, please.” You kept your eyes as innocent as you could, the way you spoke adding to the effect, you watched the way his lids got heavy for a moment, clearly processing what you said.

He moved you to lay on your back and hovered you, leaving kisses on your exposed skin, latching his lips to your neck and softly biting. His lips kept moving downwards, kissing the top of your boobs, sucking a bit on the delicate surface. Your body was still somewhat covered, the white lace barely leaving anything for his imagination, he leaned down to lick your hard nipples, perked up under his touch. He sucked on your left nipple as he pinched your right in between his fingers through the thin material, moving to do the same to your other side as you moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck, I want to give them all the attention in the world, but not now.” He said as he moved his lips lower down your abdomen. His kissed lead him lower to where you needed him the most.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, the only man you’ll ever need.” He spoke so lowly, a new voice you’ve never heard him pull before. He positioned his lips on your upper thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on your lotioned skin.

He moved your legs, giving himself more space as he opened them wider, placing your calves on his shoulder as he kissed up and down your inner thighs. He moved his mouth closer to your covered core, placing a kiss that sent fire to your senses.

“I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He didn’t give you any time to process as he hungrily kissed your core, biting the material away and then snapping it back.

His fingers skillfully removed your underwear, roaming at the skin exposed to him, moving again towards your now wet core. You looked down and saw how his eyes sparkled with desire, memorizing how glowy your pussy looked for him.

“Fuck.” A groan left his lips as he spread you wider with his fingers. He leaned in to lick a straight strip across your exposed core, running his tongue in a circle around your clit. The moan you screamed was so lewd you sounded pornographic, music to his ears is what he told you, licking another strip. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d be bare in front of Trent, letting him lick you up, but there you were, and you were more than content.

“Get these wet for me baby.” He raised his two fingers to your mouth, telling you to lick them. You did as you were told, looking down at his eyes, focused on getting him riled up. You swirled your tongue around his thick fingers how you’d want to swirl it around his cock, looking into his eyes and sucking on them with puckered lips.

He trailed his fingers down your skin and again near your pussy, dragging them across your lips before sliding them into you slowly. He tried stretching you out, watching how your face reacted just to ensure you were enjoying it.

“You ever fingered yourself pretty girl?” You gasped at how good his fingers felt pushing deeper inside of you.

“Answer me angel.” He leaned in with his fingers still pumping in and out of you, to suck on your clit.

“Y-Yes, but it never felt this good T.” You whimpered pathetically, trying to not think of how embarrassing you sounded.

“My good girl. My angel. Look at you, you like getting stretched by me? How does it feel to have my fingers for the first time?” He spoke against your clit as he gave it kitten licks, the sound of his breathing mixed with his fingers sliding in and out of you was erotic.

“So good T, so fucking good. I want more of you, please.” You let out in a begging manner, practically on your knees for his cock to be inside of you.

“Anything you want, anything for you angel.” He stood up, looking down at you as he licked his fingers clean. “You taste amazing. So pure.” He hummed in appreciation, looking down at your shy smile.

You watched him look around the room and then groan, unable to find a condom.

“Y/N, do you have any condoms?” He looked down at you, subliminally begging you to give him a good answer. You nodded, pointed to the drawer next to your bed. “Wow, you really planned this huh?” He said as he walked towards the drawer. You giggled, embarrassed of how well planned you were, when he raised the sealed box at you.

He took his shirt off, fumbling with his pants as he pushed them down revealing his prominent bulge in his white Calvin’s. “Looks like we’re matching baby.” You said as you raised your manicured toenails up his thigh.

“You’re so cute.” He laughed as he grabbed your foot, placing a kiss on your ankle.

He moved your hand to grip his cock, shaking it a bit as he looked at your shocked face. Never have you ever thought Trent was going to be lacking, but the weight of his dick alone scared you. You let your fingers hook under the strap and slide his boxers down, clearly too excited to see what you’ve been touching.

His thick length sprung out, looking way too big for your hands, let alone for your pussy. You were mesmerized and you didn’t realize how long you had been staring until he chuckled.

“Don’t worry angel, we’ll take it slow. I’ve got you.” He kissed your palms before opening up the condom box. He made sure that you were watching him slide the condom over his shaft, silently teaching you for future reference.

“As much as I want to see your tits bouncing, this white lace is doing something to me.” His fingers circled your nipples as he spoke, touching the skin through the fabric.

“Angel, if there’s anything you don’t want, let me know, at any time we can stop. Please.” His tone was so soft as he spoke to you, giving your heart a warm hug of care.

“I want you. Please T, I just want you to fill me up.” You shook your head, speaking in a sultry voice that you knew was going to do wonders on him. His head was thrown back, somehow fighting not breaking you in half after your confession that rushed blood to his other head.

“Fuck baby, I’ve only wanted to do that for so long.” He ran his hand along his length, pumping it a few times.

“Baby, can I blow you?” You didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but you couldn’t resist the sight of him. He chuckled, looking at you and trying to resist your eyes. “No angel, it’s all about you today, we can do that another time. I just want to make you feel good.” He spoke as he lined himself with your entrance, hooking your leg up his hip.

“Ready?” He spoke as he teased you, rubbing his head across your core. You nodded, biting your lip at the intimacy you both were sharing. “If anything hurts, let me know and we can stop at any time. Clear angel?” He spoke with an assuring tone, giving you an evident message that he only wanted to make sure you enjoyed it. You nodded, muttering a tiny clear as he propped himself and pushed his tip in.

The pain of being stretched out for the first time was cruel, but as his lips kept distracting you, leaving kisses on your chest and your neck, it disappeared slowly. He pushed in as slowly as he could, careful not to hurt you.

“You alright angel?” His lips hovered over your jaw, laying kisses on the skin.

“Mhm. Stay still for a moment please.” You whispered, trying to keep the pain of being stretched out at the back of your mind. After a moment, you told him to start moving, and slowly you felt your pain turning from a stinging push to a more pleasurable one, and soon enough, you could feel him pumping in out of you. The way his hands held you and the way his lips latched onto your covered nipples was exaggerating the pleasure, a new series of noises was heard, your moans were erotic and loud, bouncing off the walls and sending him into a frenzy.

His hips were snapping at yours, skin making lewd sounds that could only be heard in the filthiest of pornos, his grunts made your brain fog, all of your senses picking up Trent. The way your skin felt and the way your body was full, it was because of Trent, the way his scent was filling up your nose and the way your ears only picked up his sounds, it was all Trent in your brain.

“You’re being so good for me angel, so good.” He spoke so close to your ear, placing a kiss on the soft spot under it. His body started going at full speed with the moans and the ring murmurs you gave him, determined to give you a great time. His fingers firmly pushed your face that was resting on it’s side, to straighten it, looking right into your eyes before he laid his lips on yours. The way he kissed you was so amusing and he feverishly bit your bottom lip. It drove you crazy, his tongue roaming in your mouth and his cock pounding in you, it was too much.

“T, I think I’m close.” You whispered against his lips.

“I know baby, me too, come with me angel.” His lips again hooked onto yours, swallowing all of your moans and whimpers. You felt your abs clench, the walls of your pussy tightening around him, sending a message of how close you were. The pleasure you felt was impeccable and beyond impressive, so much of your own thinking was busy with the images of you both doing the same over multiple other surfaces in your house. Your nails dug into his back, feeling all his muscles tighten as he held you in place. The relief washed over you both at the same time, loud sounds leaving both of your lips as you sloppily tried to kiss each other silent.

It was too much but it felt too good, his breath on your neck as he sloppily pulled in and out of you, climbing down your orgasms. He finally pulled out, leaving a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your skin lovingly. He moved around the room to throw the condom away.

“You did so well beautiful.” He kissed your forehead and laid on the bed beside you. “I’m so happy you were my first, I trust you so much T.” You leaned in to peck his lips, smiling against them.

OMG!!!!

You're so sweet! I missed you too! I know I've been MIA for like, a while... I just... my mental state was a disaster zone there for a while. I'm coming around though and I love that for me and my sanity.

Trent has seen you around and couldn’t resist thinking about fucking you. The day finally came and he showed you how much he wanted you.

Warnings; smut🫣

He knew he liked you. He knew that seeing you a couple days ago at the match and in the box was going to drive him insane, the picture of you burnt into his memory, the black cap you wore and the emerald green joggers he didn’t understand, he knew the image of you laughing along your friends and his teammates was going to chase him for weeks on end.

He went home that day, looked you up on Instagram, stalked your profile while silently thanking heavens it was public. You were so pretty to him, a girl that he wanted to keep as close to him as he could, and he knew that there must have been a long line of men in your DMs, but he didn’t care, he wanted you and he was going to have you.

Fast forward to now, the following weekend, he saw you at his teammate’s birthday dinner, a cozy setting at his house with a few people that he loved and cared about. He knew that you must have been a special friend of his teammate if you were invited, and he watched you enter the room, tiny purse in hand as your cherry red nails shone, your silk black pants and your silk white top adding to your aura that he wanted to engulf, he was truly amazed. The way you carried yourself and introduced yourself to everyone, even though most of the attendees knew you, he found you so graceful.

You sat down next to another friend, chatting in a language he couldn’t make up from a far. He watched you laugh too much for his liking, jealousy bubbling that another man could get your attention the way he only dreamed. He noticed how your hands were kept to yourself, clearly not too sucked up in the conversation to lose yourself, it gave him hope that you might just see that man as a friend and nothing else. He watched how the man looked at you, eyes barely focusing on your face as they keep wandering to your cleavage.

He felt disgusted, almost territorial, he didn’t understand why another man felt like it was okay to look at something he wanted. Trent knew he didn’t even know you yet, but something about another man lapping up how you looked, other than him, made him lose it. He watched you excuse yourself, and from the way your lips moved, it was either you were going to the bathroom or seeing someone named Beth. His eyes followed suit, checking your route and waiting for a perfect moment to trail behind you.

He stood up walking towards where you were, the area in front of the bathroom had a nice mirror, one that he dreamed he could fuck you in front of. He watched you lean back against the table, waiting for god knows what. You were so hot to him, something so close yet so out of reach, and his anxiety for once, was going to die down just to let him ask you out. He walked up to you, hesitating over what he was going to say, but he believed in himself and his ability to find the correct words when he reached you.

“Hey.” His voice echoed. Looking down at you was harder than he anticipated, magnificent eyes and a warm smile appearing in front of him.

“Hello.” Your voice was delicious music to his ears, and he could already hear you moaning and whimpering for him.

“You’re really pretty.” His brain blurted out the truth, looking down at you with a surprised expression, not believing how straight forward he was being for once.

You giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back up at him and all he could think of was how much he wanted to grab your hair as he fucked you senseless into the pillow.

“Thank you.” Your soft voice made him so happy, a surprising amount of tingles reaching across every patch of skin he had.

“Was that your boyfriend?” He hated how straightforward he was being, thinking it sounded like him being a creep.

“No, were you watching me?” You chuckled and his heart relaxed a bit, watching you look at him curiously.

He nodded, not ashamed anymore, excited to pass the awkward stage and get closer to knowing you.

“Would you want to go out sometime?” Once again, his stomach was doing flips, his unusual sense of social confidence boosting through his mouth.

“I actually would love that, and you’ve been checking me out for so long, it’s only fair.”

“Are you fair to everyone who asks you out?”

“No, just the hot ones.” He watched your eyelids drop, a new sexiness arising to your aura.

He leaned his hands behind your body and on the table, grabbing your unattended phone as he got deadly closer to your face, not breaking eye contact. He got the phone and swiped it in front of your face, unlocking it, all without breaking eye contact. He then put his phone number is as you assumed, looking at your phone briefly.

“I’ll text you. Don’t leave me hanging.” His mouth brushed against your ears, softly whispering before he left back to the table. Your eyes could not peel off his back as he walked, his cream colored shirt barely stopping you from imagining his detailed muscles.

A few days passed by and you were going to go out with Trent, waiting in your foyer for his arrival 5 minutes earlier than when he promised to show up. You looked down at your toes, white gel reflecting back light as it bounced off the lamps. You liked how you looked, another silk dress thrown on you, easy to take off. You weren’t one to fuck on the first date, but Trent was truly something unholy, the way his eyes looked at you and the way his lips were so plump, you wanted that man more than anything and you didn’t mind abandoning your rule for once.

When Trent arrived, he opened the door for you and you almost felt his gaze burn on your ass, the man in front of you seemingly so handsome and pristine yet couldn’t handle you not bouncing on his dick as quickly as he wanted you to. The date was lovely, slow conversations formed and a new aspect of Trent was gained. He was not only a handsome and successful athlete, he was a smart man too, a very wise one at that, the more you spoke to him throughout the night, the more you liked him. You didn’t want to spend another night dreaming about him ramming into you, but before you could sneakily trail your foot up his leg under the dinner table, your phone rang, your friend’s name clear as day.

“Don’t take that, you can answer later tonight.” His voice was low, and you almost felt offended that he thought you’d answer in his presence but you shrugged it off.

“Wasn’t planning to, don’t wanna miss a word you say.” Your sultry voice sent shivers down his spine, he was so enchanted by the way you spoke and in that moment he knew you were game just like he was.

The drive back from the restaurant was quite, just some Don Toliver playing on shuffle in the background, but nothing else was happening. He drove rather quietly and you didn’t understand if he was shy or didn’t want to speak to you.

“I had fun.” His hand left his side, sliding over to your thigh to rub a few gentle touches.

“So did I.” You smiled at him, feeling warmth as he flashed you a toothy grin. You looked down at your thighs, still feeling his hand and seeing it rest comfortably on your skin. “Kinda don’t want it to end just yet.” You said looking down at his hand, knowing he’d get the memo.

“Yeah?” He looked over at you, brow cocked and smirk present. You nodded, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

Getting out of the car and into your house was not a hard task, but with his hands all over you and your lips entangled with his, it was suddenly difficult. You walked into the house, slamming the door after your bodies, his hands were gripping as much flesh of yours as he could reach, roaming under your dress and laying on the delicate skin. His lips attacked your neck as he asked where your room was.

The trip to your room was short, difficulty levels of it increasing as you had to depart your swollen lips from his to get up the stairs, his hands were restless though, still touching on your back and laying on your ass with a rough squeeze.

“Have I told you how beautiful you looked today?” You looked back at him with a smile. “You’re already in my room and about to take my dress off, no need for the casualties.” You chuckled as you walked up to your bed, dragging him to you by his extended hand. His giggle was low, but you could see him laughing and shaking his head at you.

“I mean it. I wanna show you how beautiful you look for me.” His eyes diverted around your room, looking for your ensuite bathroom or at least a mirror big enough. His eyes landed on a wide mirror stuck in the end of your room, on top of a desk that he could already see himself bending you over. He took his shirt off and pulled you up to the desk off the bed.

Your mind already knew what he wanted to do, and it sent tingles to your clit, so hot as you glanced at how he looked at you almost like he was about to devour you. You leaned facing the desk, him sinking behind you, it was already fogging up your brain. His big hands trailed up and down your thighs, reaching your underwear from under your dress and dragging it down. He helped you remove it and step out of it, eager to touch on you. Your flowy dress was pissing him off so much, getting in the way of his mouth on the back of your upper thighs, he stepped up, unzipping your dress and watching it fall, your neck finally looking bare in front of him.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to fuck you in front of a mirror?” He spoke in your ear as he fondled with your covered boobs, squeezing them harshly. You couldn’t believe the man behind you, so eager for you, meanwhile you thought you were gonna look stupidly all over him, he was obsessed with you.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket before losing his pants and boxers. You could feel him hard on your thigh, but you cringed at the action, you couldn’t believe how he must have planned it, walking with a condom in his back pocket like a whore. However, you didn’t care, you weren’t going to date him nor marry him, you just needed a quick fuck and the hottest guy in the prem was not a bad pair at all.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice how his hands travelled to hold you by your waist, his other hand guiding his shaft to your entrance. “Ready?” He looked at you in the mirror, your lipstick was gone, transported onto his lips as well, your perfect make up and mascara looked heavenly but he wanted to see them run. You nodded and he slipped his cock in you, shutting his eyes in content but quickly opening them to look at your face. Your mouth was parted and your eyes were squeezed shut, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were and he had to hold himself from cumming when he heard you whimper.

His actions were sped up, the more he snapped at your skin with his, the louder your moans grew, music to his ears and art to his eyes, seeing your face break down and your voice scream for him was something he had only dreamed of, never thought he’d get it in real life and so soon. His eyes couldn’t tear themselves from your face, looking at how you took him was something so special to him. His hand roamed up, squeezing your boob as his lips ducked to attack your neck.

“Fuck.” You moaned out as his lips kissed on your soft spot. It was so delicate how he kissed you, contradicting with his dick railing you. You loved every part of what was happening, and no longer thought of him as cringey, yes you wouldn’t ever be seen around him again, but the way he was working around your body, you knew you’d crave more.

“You’re so pretty, fuck, I want you all to myself Y/N.” His hips were restless, feeling you wrap around his cock tightly, indicating you were close. You threw your head back, mumbling a tiny so close that you knew he heard. Your abs were clenching and you felt your pussy walls grip on to him as you reached your high, his groans told you he was right there with you, and when he unclasped your bra, pinching your nipples as the bra rested on the desk stuck around your wrists, you couldn’t take it anymore. A loud moan was heard, your head back on his shoulder as you felt the life of you leave.

One hand grabbed your face, forcing you to look at your fucked out self in the mirror, eyes barely open as you moaned his name. His lips got closer to your ear, looking into your eyes in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, cumming on my cock, look at how good you look fucked out.” His sloppy thrusts we’re sending your sensitive core over the edge, almost doing too much for you.

“Look how beautiful, all because of me. God, I wish you were all mine Y/N, I’d take good care of you like this every night.” He pulled your face back to his, kissing you hungrily as he rode out his high. It was too much of a fog on your brain, you couldn’t think of what you were saying as you mumbled yours on his lips.

Mason’s sly looks and games to try and get you to notice his infatuation with you have never been enough, so when he sees your ex getting way too comfy around you, he loses all patience.

Warnings: fluff, jealous boy Mason, possessive Mason & cursing!

Mason had enough, he didn’t like the fact that you seemed so daft and dense, ignoring all his possible remarks and hints, but he especially didn’t like the fact that you were giggling with your ex. He wasn’t close enough to where you were to hear what was happening, but he could bet all of his money on the fact that your ex wasn’t that funny, and that nothing could’ve prompted you to laugh that hard. Yet, there you were, throwing your head back and touching his arm, laughing at whatever nonsense he had been saying.

Mason went back to picking out the apples, before rolling his eyes at your chirpy voice telling your ex goodbye. He knew a grocery store wasn’t an ideal place for his meltdown, but he couldn’t help but sprinkle some attitude. Ignoring you as you checked the cart filled with food, asking him if the green apples were hard enough.

“Yeah, not the only thing that’s hard enough.” He mumbled, pushing the cart towards the check out.

“Speak up Mason, I can’t hear you.” You trailed behind him, playing with your nails.

“It’s nothing.” His stiff back turned to you as his mind raced.

He never once thought he’d have to say it loud and clear, but seeing you speak to your ex with so much happiness and laughter truly flipped something in him, that he didn’t mind letting you know about his feelings without digging through the corners.

When you went up to the car, he made sure to open and close your door, huffing before he entered the car beside you. He didn’t know how to start such an awkward conversation, but he knew he needed to. The weird idea that he had to send you flowers, ask you out on dates and cuddle with you most nights, yet you still saw all of these as platonic activities tore into his brain.

He was fed up, and he knew that it was so easy for you to not only miss obvious hints, but also ignore them completely because you usually think you’re not correct and never trust your instincts. The way he was driving showed how distressed he was, focusing on the road but his mind was running with all the ideas of how to let you know what he needed to say.

“Hello? Earth to Mason, what’s going on with you?” You nudged his arm, trying to grasp his attention.

His head whipped quickly at you, remembering you were right beside him all along, and he got angry. He got pissed at how close you both were, but you still never ended up being together and you never ended up being exclusively with him. He didn’t like the fact that you were so close to him every night, but he still had to watch men move on you at bars and parties, he always wanted to swat them away, but he didn’t have the permission to.

“What were you guys talking about anyways?” He didn’t have the patience to control his words anymore, letting it out with no shame whatsoever.

“What? You mean with Justin?” You asked confused, moving your eyes back to him. You watched him nod, his body giving a different energy that seemed unfamiliar to you, almost as if he was jealous, but you decided to ignore it because of how unrealistic that sounded.

“Just catching up, he said he wanted to try again.” Your fingers went back to swiping on your phone, looking at the your Spotify playlists.

“And that’s why you were laughing so much? Cause the idea is hilarious, right?” His head kept whipping between you and the road, constantly removing his eyes off the road to look at you.

“No cause he was funny. What’s with the interrogation?” You scrunched your brows at your screen, trying to understand what was happening on Mason’s side.

“Just curious. He was never that funny back in the day, right?” He shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as he could but it didn’t land how he wished to.

“Mason, he was always funny. What’s up with you? Got a guy who’s intrigued or something?” You rested your head on the seat, looking up at him with questioning eyes.

“Do you think I’d let a guy be intrigued about you with me?” He scoffed, parking the car abruptly by the side of the road, fully turning his body to your side.

“I don’t know Mason. Why are you acting so weird?” You looked around, trying to find out if there was a reason for his stop.

“Y/N, you really don’t know anything? Fuck me you’re daft.” He raised his hands, sliding them down his face as he groaned at your oblivious state.

“Daft? What the hell is going on that I’m not picking up Mason?” Your voice raised the tinniest smidge, not knowing was was going on and already getting impatient.

“Everything. Oh my days, everything! You’re not picking up on clues and hints and actual straightforward questions and claims, you’re never picking them up and it’s so annoying! Laughing with your ex about getting back together, meanwhile I’m on the other side of the store, getting us apples so we’d eat for our apple dip. Come on Y/N, use your inside voice!” His voice was louder, and usually you’d be annoyed but he was being too sweet, your ears tuned down the yelling and only focused on how he was practically confessing his crush to you.

“Wow.” You breathed out, not knowing what to say at all.

“Wow? Wow? That’s all you could say? What did you think I come cuddle in the middle of the night because I want to pursue my dreams of being a teddy bear? What the hell is wow Y/N? You didn’t know?” He spoke with a harsh tone, pissing you off and confirming your theory.

“Mason, you never once told me, I thought we were just being friendly!” You looked at him, not knowing what to do and just feeling lost.

“Way too friendly! Now that you know, what are you gonna do about it? I can’t take this anymore, Y/N I really like you. I can’t stand seeing you with your ex like that and I surely can’t take all these men in your DMs, please, this is too much for me.” His voice was again raised, laced with pain and disappointment. He appeared to be so angry at himself and at the consequences that you both had to deal with.

“Mason, I can’t say I haven’t noticed, but I always thought I was wrong or dramatic, a crush on you is something I’ve had for so long but I tried to push it as far as I could.” Your eyes couldn’t face him, still focused on your phone in your lap.

“But why?! Why are you pushing it away? You’ve noticed all that I’ve been doing but pushed it away?” He screeched, not believing you were aware all along but still acted like he wasn’t trying.

“Mason I thought I was being delusional! I don’t know! I got scared that I was reading too much into it.” You hurried the words out, clearly more than nervous now.

“Reading too much into it? Y/N I literally sleep in your arms every weekend! No friends do that, no matter how close! We speak about the future and I always bring you up in mine, friends can pick up phones Y/N, no need for me to accommodate anything to a friend.” He sighed, frustration washing over him as he processed how you didn’t think much of anything he used to do.

“Mason, what are you trying to say?” You rested your head on the seat again, eyes closed as you prepared to get his final answer.

“I want you. That’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t want to see you with an ex giggling, I don’t want to see you in the club drinking and dancing with a ton of guys’ eyes on you, I want you to myself and I don’t care what it takes.” His voice was a lower tone, hand reached out to yours as he tried to find any confirmation in your eyes.

The thought of you and Mason together had crossed your mind multiple times before, the cuddles in the middle of the night, the random kisses on your cheeks, the bursts of laughter you both got from nothing, it was all too much to try and ignore and the more they happened, the more you thought about him being yours.

You wanted to always go to his matches as his girl, show up in his jersey, scream at the ref whenever he gives Mason an unfair booking, you wanted to be loudly in love with Mason Mount, but the insecurities of him just kidding or being just your friend always crept up and you found yourself retreating and rethinking your entire hopes.

Mason was a man that you would’ve done anything to keep in your life and if that meant you were going to move on and not have your special bond with him, then you accepted it.

“Mason, this is all so much right now.” You immediately regretted your words, not knowing that he couldn’t hear your thoughts.

The look in his eyes was heart crushing, the way his head dropped and he nodded slowly, it was all happening too fast and you couldn’t realize what was going on. For the first time in the night, you saw him relax his body in his seat, head resting back and his chest moving up and down in a normal pace.

“We don’t have to talk about it now, maybe later. Maybe we should go get ice cream and talk about it, cause I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He moved his hands towards the steering wheel, moving the car back on the road.

Your heart fluttered at the man in front of you, reading your mind and knowing exactly what to say and what you needed. It never dawned on you how perfect you two were together, but when you looked over at him, his relaxed state and his focused eyes, he was everything you needed. You couldn’t control yourself, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek, then placing another one and another one. Covering all the skin he gave you access to with your lipstick, it was too much, the way he spoke so softly to you, the way he was so angry with the idea of you and any other man that wasn’t him, he truly loved and cared for you and even if he didn’t say it, you could always feel it.

“That’s a change, what happened?” He smiled at you, looking back and forth at you and the road.

“It’s too much cause I’ve liked you for far too long. I used to think you would’ve never given me the time of day, but this changes everything.” You leaned back in your seat, looking over at him with the widest smile.

“I thought you would’ve never given me the time of day!” He laughed, looking at you with wide eyes and shaking his head. He brought your hand in his, kissing the back of it as he smiled at you before returning his eyes back to the road.

“We can talk more about this over ice cream, yeah?”

At a party, you stumbled upon a Photo Booth. A good idea to get a few kisses and love yous in.

Warnings: this is a tiny thing I’ve wanted to write for a while bc these pictures are SO cute!!! It’s so fluffy😩🥰

“Oh my god!” You stopped Mason in his tracks, pointing to the photo booth in the corner of the party.

“Oh we need to go in! I want a new picture of us for my wallet.” He lead you towards the photo booth, swatting the curtain away so you could enter.

Once inside, he settled in next to you, giving you a peck on your cheek. The music playing was too loud, you could barely hear each other, but you could see in his eyes that he wanted you to move and sit on his lap instead. He moved you with his hands on your waist, propping you on his lap as his arms wrapped around your body and his head rested on your chest.

“Okay, you ready?” He asked you as he pressed a few buttons on the screen. You nodded and hummed watching how he looked at you like you hung up the moon and the stars.

He smiled at the camera, holding you closer as he laid his head on your chest and you laid your head on his, leaning it to hold him tighter.

“Quickly do a funny face!” He said as he poked his tongue out, while you crossed your eyes. He laughed when he looked up and saw your failed attempt of crossing your eyes, making you laugh as well.

“What? I never really learnt, my mom said my eyes would get stuck like that forever.” You laughed again, looking at him as he chuckled loudly enough.

“She was right.” He said as he pulled your face down to his, laying a kiss on your cheek for the picture.

You closed your eyes, enjoying being in his arms and loved by him. Many months prior, you would’ve never been able to even tolerate him being in the same room as you, immediately leaving due to your undeniable crush on him, but now, having him love on you in a photo booth because he needed a new picture for his wallet, it was too much. It made you feel giddy and warm with love and admiration for the man in your arms.

“I love you Mase.” You leaned in to kiss him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek. You felt him blush under your touch and you smiled knowing your effect on him. The sound of the camera clicking was loud enough for you both to hear, despite the music blaring outside.

“I love you, so much.” He kissed your lips one more time as he looked at you with a warm glow in his eyes. It made your stomach explode with butterflies, the man you adored was yours and nothing in the world was going to prove otherwise.

“Okay let’s go see the pictures.” He pecked your cheek again, helping you up.

You walked out and the blasting music was one of your favorite songs. Unforgettable by French Montana was playing, and you both were smiling like idiots at each other. The irony of the song playing at such a delicate moment where the both of you were filled with love for one another was so beautiful.

Mason wrapped his arms around you and rested his head in the crook of your neck, holding the roll of pictures in his fingers.

“So, I’m gonna let you choose which ones you want and we can cut them up.” He spoke in your ear, pulling you closer to him.

“What a noble man! I know you want the one of us kissing, so I’ll let you have that, but I want the smiling one and the one where we’re laughing.” You pointed at the ones you wanted, unable to take your eyes off the one of you two laughing like idiots, clearly too far out of it to notice the camera fluttering and capturing your moment.

“Alright, to be fair, any picture of you and I will work for me.” He pecked you cheek, inhaling your scent as he walked you back to your initial destination, the bar.

One of Mason, where the boys decide to prank him with Viagra and then he can't keep his hands off his girlfriend.

Thank you.

Hello!! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like it. I’m sorry this is late and thank you for being so polite, I love this idea so much, hope you like it!!🥰

warnings: smut, cursing.

“What is going on with you today?” You giggled as Mason’s hand reached for your ass for the seventeenth time in the past hour.

His hands caressed the sides of your ass, squeezing harshly as he stood glued to your back. You could practically feel nothing since you’ve been running away from him, subconsciously, walking around the house getting all sorts of chores done with him on your tail. But now that his front was stitched to your back, you could feel the issue, hardened shaft imprinting on your senses as he kept moving his hand up and down your body and sides.

“Can’t a man just love on his girl?” His lips immediately attacked your neck, hands firmly sat on your waist as he sneakily pressed his body against yours.

“Yes he can, but you’ve been way too excited, and you either took some shady pill or you snuck a bottle in there.” He laughed, placing another kiss to your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You know better than anyone that no bottles need to be snuck anywhere. The shady pill however, was put in my drink without me knowing in training, so yes, I am a little too excited.” He rested his head on your shoulder, walking with you to the couch.

You laughed, straddling his lap as your fingers flew in his hair, rummaging around as your tongues swayed together. Your waist was held down firmly on his groin, grinding on him as hard as you could, excited to see how you’ll get him out of that situation.

“You’re so hot Y/N.” His hands gripped onto you, helping you roll your body on his hard on, trying to get any sort of relief.

“Wait till you see what I have planned for you Mase.” You slid off, helping him take off his joggers and boxers. Quickly his hands navigated the shirt off you, leaving you in your bra that he seemingly loved from the groan that left his lips.

You ran your finger around his tip, flattening the pad on his tip and levitating your finger to show a trail of precum appearing. You didn’t want to leave the show of his red tip but from the harsh breaths he was taking, you knew he had a different party going on. You looked at his face, scrunched and focused on your finger teasing him.

“You know, now that you’ve gotten yourself all tangled up in that, I’d assume you’d do anything to get some steam off, right Mase?” You spoke closely to his ear, ducking your face to put your lips on his neck, as your fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Yes, please help me feel good baby.” His head was thrown back, immediately unable to stay up with your fingers on his shaft.

Your lips felt warm on his skin, making him whimper with each stroke of your fingers getting tighter and tighter around him. You sucked on his neck, determined to leave a light purple mark that he’d try to hide the next day in vain.

“Don’t worry, I want to see you cum and make my fingers all messy.” You gave his cheek a sweet peck, removing yourself completely and leaning your head to kiss his tip before taking him completely in.

The sudden movement and sense made him moan, a sound so explicit you felt your thighs tighten without noticing. You hollowed your cheeks, trying to grip on what wasn’t covered by your palm. The warm feeling of your cheeks against his length made him whimper, overjoyed with all the new feelings he felt. You moved your head back, stroking lazily now as you looked into his eyes.

Your face was still close to his cock, just watching him look down on your hand and how his lip was tucked into his teeth. You leaned in with your eyes still on his and puckered your lip on the side under his head, sucking as your fingers slowly and tightly gripped on his shaft. The harsher the breaths he took, the more you wanted to suck on him. You moved your mouth to his tip, sucking with open and puckered lips, focusing on his eyes and how they tried to stay open the harder you sucked on him.

You leaned back, fixing your posture to be right next to him, hand still glued to his cock as you started kissing him. Your lips were flush against his, tongues swaying with each other, the more you stroked the more he moaned into your mouth, letting you know he was having a great time.

“You like it Mase? You like knowing your girl is gonna make you cum? Look at my nails, you like how they look around you?” You spoke so closely to his mouth, he felt your lips move with each word you let out, the more you spoke, the more his brain fogged up, all the thoughts in his brain disappearing. He entered a state of dumb and begging, all that was on his mind was cumming, but he knew you better than to think you would’ve given it to him that easy.

“Please, Y/N please, I can’t take it anymore.” He whined as he watched how your fingers kept pumping him up and down.

“Already? No baby, you’ll have to wait till I’m done with you.” You dipped your head again, kissing all over his length, reaching to the top and licking his head slowly whilst pumping him. You knew it wasn’t something he would’ve wanted to do at the moment, but his tiny pleading voice was all that you needed to be convinced.

“Fine, you can cum, but only if you promise there’s another one for me. I want to ride you so bad.” You swirled your tongue around his head, lapping up all of the leaking you’ve been given.

As if on command, he started groaning and your hands felt his cock twitch under your touch, splattering white ropes on his shirt and on your hand. As you expected, your fingers were covered and so was your left cheek, the warm liquid shooting up on your skin made you tingle, practically ready to have him fuck you senseless.

“Good boy, you’re always so obedient for me Mase.” You said lowly as you leaned back, licking your fingers clean and removing all the cum from on your cheek. You stood up to remove your shorts and your underwear, looking at his flushed state with an amount of lust that you’ve never felt before.

“I’m gonna ride you now, and I want to see you, I want to feel all of you when you make me jump on your dick, okay?” You said as you adjusted your body on top of him, glad the both of you agreed to skip the condom a while ago. The way he nodded vigorously as you spoke to him was so satisfying, you loved seeing him so obedient and silent, simply trying to please you and get your approval.

You sunk yourself down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of him sliding in you so easily with one of the most erotic sounds in the world. You looked at him, seemingly too out of it and extremely overwhelmed with all of the warmth surrounding his cock, his eyes were shut and his breathing was unstable.

“Look in my eyes baby, I want you to see how good you make me feel with your cock.” You gripped his chin with your fingers, forcing him to look at your bouncing state. Your body was levitating and dropping on his length, feeling all of him hit inside of you in a delicious angle, your boobs rising and falling in his face added to his horny glow, making him all too irresistible.

“You’re so pretty Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you.” His mouth moved towards your messy bra, your boobs were poking out and his fingers unclasped the hook as his mouth attacked your exposed skin. The feeling of your pussy gripping on him and applying more warm pressure almost made him scream, wanting so much more of you. His lips got attached to your nipple, and with each bite and lick he gave, your other nipple was getting pinched just to dramatically draw out the long pain of waiting for your other side to get greeted with his lips.

His tongue traced circles all around your nipples, leaving marks on your skin as his lips harshly sucked on you. Your waist was gripped firmly by him, guiding you up and down as your hands rested on his shoulders, your fingers travelled to his hair, holding on the strands and pulling as you heard the snapping of your skin against his.

“Baby, I’m so sensitive, please.” His head was ducked in your boobs, resting as his breathing became more uneven.

“What is the pill not working already?” You bounced on him, the sound of your voice was breathy and strained.

“Please, I want to cum. I can’t take seeing you like this and not cumming.” He splattered kisses across your chest, head still resting on your moving body.

“Nope. Hold on like a good boy for me.” You bounced faster, barely leaving him any chance to lay his head on your chest anymore, jumping up and down with your hands on his clothed chest for balance.

The sounds you were both making were enough to send you over the edge, but when he started twitching inside of you, your felt your abdomen clench and your walls tighten around him. A familiar burn in your lower stomach was felt, muscles getting tighter the more you bounced and you knew the knot in your stomach was about to explode. You started bouncing slower, giving him lazy strokes to ease yourself into it while looking at his face.

“Look at me baby, you want to cum?”

His eyes shot open again, looking at you desperately and nodding as you moved slower on his cock.

“Okay, cum.” You said as you felt your body clench, all parts of your joints hurting in a delicious burn, it was too much for you and you knew he would’ve wanted to go another round so you let him off easily.

You saw how his head rested on the couch, dropping as he grunted and groaned at the feeling of his cock shooting his cum up your body. The way his face looked so relieved and relaxed was enough to send you over the edge, flowing around his cock as you felt your abdomen relax. You slowly stopped rolling your hips on him, letting him breathe before leaning in to kiss his neck.

Where Kylian and Reader couldn’t see that they were acting like a couple most of the time, but everyone else saw it, now they recall the times where they looked and acted like a couple more than usual.

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Warnings: just a tiny fluffy thing!

The grocery shopping trips.

You didn’t mind going on your own, but something about going anywhere without Kylian didn’t sit right with you, it felt like you were betraying him in a way, so you waited for him to pick you up, just to go together.

The songs you sang in the car, they never sent you any message, but it was always a shock when people heard them. Songs filled with love confessions and admissions of adoration, stuff that would surely spark at least some faux interest in any two human beings, but not you two.

The whole trip, both of you were holding each other one way or another, walking hand in hand down the juice aisle, like two idiots. The cart was pushed by the both of you, and as impractical as it was, Kylian’s body moved behind yours, sandwiching you between the cart and his body. It was ridiculous how the both of you thought nothing of it, but to others, you looked like a pair of newly weds.

At home, Kylian carried all the bags in one go, refusing to let you carry anything, ensuring you were just looking pretty and staring at his toned arms. Even in the kitchen, he swayed so smoothly around the area, putting stuff away in a home that he was too familiar with, but wasn’t his. It felt domestic, and it was one of the first moments you both recalled when you got together.

The Mario Kart marathon.

You were sat between Kylian’s thighs, his legs tangled around your waist to hold you down, as you laid your head back, rested against his chest. It started with one game, but then Kylian swore he would win, and it escalated to an hour of Mario Kart, with the both of you focused on the screen.

“I’m going to win this time, you’ll see.” You heard him say behind you, his arms resting on his knees, fingers clicking on the controller.

“If you win, I’ll give you whatever you want Kyky.” Your voice wasn’t meant to sound as soft as it did, but it came out in a sultry tone, giving Kylian a sense of something he couldn’t understand yet.

His lips left a kiss on top of your head, eyes still on the screen, determined to win more than ever, for some unknown reason, after your promise.

The people watching and eating dessert in the rain.

The back of the restaurant wasn’t ideal for people watching, but it was a good place to hide from the rain, and the paparazzi and it gave you some sight of the people, so the both of you sat there, in the booth, next to each other. The lights were romantically dimmed, ironically, the both of you were sharing a crème brûlée, watching how everyone ran from the rain.

“He’s going to step into the puddle, watch.” You said softly, tapping his shoulder.

“Oof! Wearing nice shoes too! Thank god that’s not me.” His words cut by your spoon moving towards his lips, giving him another bite.

“Could never be you, Kyky. You’re way too smart, plus I force you to check the weather app every time.” Your spoon entered your mouth, the man next to you nodding in agreement.

“I know. Thank god for you my love.” His hands travelled to yours, squeezing it as he smiled at your focused face, watching how perplexed you were by those who couldn’t avoid the puddle.

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WARNINGS: sub!Mason!!! Smutty smut, cursing, pet names, possessive reader, degrading kink (!!!). I have no idea what else, i write these before i start writing.

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You rested your body on the couch, taking in the scene in front of you. Mason begged you to come along, he pestered you for days, followed you around the house and clung onto you for hours, just so you would go along with him to Reece's birthday party. And there you were, dressed in the black flared leather pants he liked so much, and the lilac corset top that he couldn't wait to see on you, your legs crossed as you swayed your black heels clung foot slightly, taking in Mason's antics.

You didn't mean to allow him all that time with the three fangirls who were touching his arms and laughing at his ridiculous jokes, but you wanted to see how he'd act like when you completely stepped back. You didn't mean to look at him with an uninterested stare, and you surely didn't mean to wave at him sarcastically when he waved at you all the way from across the bar. You hated being jealous, and for the most part, you were successful in hiding it, but Mason's brain rot sometimes forced you to show it, clear as day, just like you were doing in that moment.

"He looks like he's about to get abducted." Sophia leaned in to whisper in your ear, and as much as you wanted to send her a glare and shut her up, you turned around and laughed, calmly agreeing.

This was the stage you reached before getting scary jealous, you were calm, positive that he was going to pay for the amount of times he allowed the three girls to grip his biceps, six, you counted them, taking notes mentally of how many times you would be punishing him.

Your eyes were glued to his, studying his body language, trying to keep yourself from interfering until needed. His social skills were through the roof, he knew how to crack a smile out of everyone and he knew how to blend in with any crowd, but he usually got lost in his own world, and never saw much of others intentions. This was why you were aware he didn't mean to let them flirt shamelessly with him, you knew in his little football obsessed mind, they were just enjoying his jokes and appreciating his 'gains'. When one of them leaned in to whisper what you could only guess to be a lewd statement, from the pure shock and disgust on his face, you decided it was enough of your role as a viewer and you walked to where he was.

"Thank you ladies, I'll take it from here, you've been lovely and quite funny, hope you don't mind being the stars of my groupchat tonight!" You didn't wait to hear whatever they were about to say, holding Mason's arm and leading him towards the couch you were watching him from.

Mason's face was confused, walking with you, muttering a confused what, unaware of what had just happened. When you gathered your jacket and your bag, you turned around and gave him his jacket as well, indicating that you were ready to leave. His parted mouth quickly closed, he knew he was fucked, giving you a small nod as he turned to say goodbye to his friends. You walked towards where Reece was, giving him a quick hug and wishing him a happy birthday, before you hugged Sophia and waved at everyone and went straight to the door.

You could hear Mason's footsteps behind you, with the music fading more and more the faster you walked towards the door. You waited by the valet as Mason hurried to give him the number, your arms were crossed, jaw was clenched and it was clear you were furious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize what was happening." He snaked his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear, trying to throw any of the negative energy away, but you were still as a statue, not ready to crack.

When you didn't reply, he sighed and gave your temple a quick kiss, accepting the silent treatment and his fate. You immediately moved away from his grasp, getting in the car as quick as you could, not even allowing him the time to open the door for you. Watching as he turned to his side of the car, disappointed that you practically slammed the door in his face and didn't allow him to get the door for you, you felt bad, but not bad enough to speak to him.

The car ride was slow, his hand tried to lay on your thigh, just to test the waters, but you swatted it away. When you passed by an empty parking lot you both used to hang out in, an idea popped in your head, and for the first time in a couple minutes you spoke to him.

"Turn around." You didn't even bother looking at him, your voice was flat and he knew better than to doubt you.

"Did you forget something?" His genuine confusion almost made you giggle, but you kept your eyes on the road, refusing to look at him.

"No, but it seems like you forgot something, you're dating me, remember?" You turned your face towards his, giving him a small smile.

"Baby, of course I remember, I would never have it any other way." His voice was filled with guilt, trying to convince you of his true intentions.

"Didn't seem like it, I think you need to be reminded, turn left and park in our usual spot." Your voice was low, and if Mason knew anything about the combination of your low voice and that parking lot, it was that he was about to have the most fun lesson he's ever gotten.

When the car was parked in the empty lot, you turned your body to Mason's, after unlocking your seatbelt. You took off your jacket, the anger and brilliance of your idea warming you up enough. He gulped at the sight of your skin shimmering against the moonlight that softly shone in the car. To say he was excited would be an understatement, he knew you've been wanting to switch stuff up in the bedroom and, however much you tried to convince him to let you take control, it never worked as much as the look you were giving him did.

"So, here's the thing, you know our safe word, right?" You watched as he nodded vigorously, feeling the blood rush to his lower body upon hearing your sultry voice.

"Words, Mount." Your fingers danced on his chest, toying with the button of his white shirt.

"Caramel."

"Good boy, for the very first time tonight, you've done something right." Your fingers were now rubbing his chest, feeling his skin shiver, not from the December cold, but from your touch.

"Do I get a reward?" He tried to sound smart, to reason with you and get something out of it, but he didn't know what you had planned for him.

"A reward? What for? Being a whore all night doesn't get you a reward, letting girls touch what you know is mine, doesn't get you a reward. You're getting something else." You stepped out of the car, checking your surroundings, opening the door for him when you saw it was completely empty.

"Get out." You stepped to the side, watching as he hesitantly got out of the car to stand next to you. You could tell he was excited, already liking that now you were the one degrading him.

"You're not going to leave me stranded, right baby?" He laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension in the air, but you just grabbed him to the front of the car.

"No, you were being a whore in public, so I just thought it would be fair to treat you like one in public as well." You didn't give him time to process, before pushing your lips on his.

Your hands were not touching his arms, just rested on his chest, fisting his shirt trying to bring him as close as you could to your body. You could feel your lips moulding onto his, shamelessly letting your teeth pull his bottom lip, before leaning back and looking at him.

His eyes were wide, pupils already a shade darker, lips glittery with your gloss and almost swollen. He loved it, his dick hardening at the thoughts of what else you had in mind.

"Baby, this is, I don't know, I love this." He moved to kiss you again, but you backed away, leaving him with furrowed brows.

"You don't get to have what you want tonight. I make the rules, and my first rule is, you will not lay a finger on me, unless instructed otherwise. I also won't be touching your arms, they've had too many hands on them tonight." You didn't look at him, hands unbuttoning his pants to touch him.

You heard a gulp and a tiny yes, urging you to put your hands on his dick print, resting on top of his boxer. You looked up at him, his eyes glued on your lips, you understood that he wanted to kiss you, but you didn't want to give him any satisfaction. Your fingers gripped his dick, the fabric and your fingers being too tight for him, he let out a moan, and you felt a tiny patch of wetness forming under your fingertip that was rubbing his tip through the fabric.

"Look at you, moaning when I haven't even started, you're not a good boy after all, right? Mason Mount, caught with girlfriend in a parking lot, moaning for her to touch him, what would Lewis do to kill that story?" Your lips were so close to his, ghosting over them, if you moved less of an inch, they'd be touching, but you just wanted to tease him, knowing he can feel your breath on his lips and not kiss them.

"I don't care, I just want to feel good, please." His voice was breathy, trying to hold back from letting another moan out.

"Sorry baby, you won't get that, you're gonna put yourself to use, and you'll make me feel good." Your lips were now on his neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses, getting dangerously close to his favourite spot, you could feel him crumble.

"Y/N, please, I just want you to make me feel good, please, your own rules, but make me feel good." His eyes were soft and pleading, begging to see a hint of approval in your own, but you still wanted to push him over the edge.

He watched as you sunk to your knees, pulling down his pants and boxers just enough to free his dick, red and angry, you could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to his tip. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you puckered your lips around his tip, giving it a harsh suck. The way he moaned almost made you drop the whole act and fully take him in, but you held your ground, leaning back to give his tip a kitten lick, still maintaining eye contact.

"Here's what's going to happen, I'll make you feel so good, the best you've ever had, but, if you cum, you won't get to touch me for a month, am I clear?" Your eyes were looking at him through your eyelashes, his face was red and he was deemed to accept your deal, a nod was given but it wasn't enough for you.

"Use your fucking words." Your hands squeezed his length, watching as he hissed and threw his head back, hands resting on the car, body almost losing balance.

"Yes, you're clear. But please do something, my cock hurts, please baby." His head fell to the front, ready to watch his dick disappear in your mouth.

"Good boy." You breathed on his tip, the words flying shivers down his skin as he groaned at your words.

Your hand hugged what you couldn't take in, and you decided to focus on the tip to really play with him. Your lips warm against his head, sucking and giving kitten licks, insisting you send him into a spiral. When you heard him moan, you took your lips off, licking a stripe from the base to the head, leaving a kiss so delicate on it, only to do the same again with a different side, rotating your tongue around his base, giving him five kisses on the tip.

Your other hand crept under his balls, cupping them and gripping them softly, determined to make him cum. Your lips open and wet, leaving kisses all over his dick, no part of his skin went uncovered. The more you heard him whimper with his tip getting sucked on and his balls massaged, the more you were inclined to see him cum.

"Shit, baby I'm going to cum, shit shit shit." His voice was strained, head again being thrown back, and when he felt your cheeks hollow around him, he thrusted his hips forward, trying to have all of him down your throat.

But you stopped, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, getting up to your feet again. He looked so frustrated, angry even, unhappy with how he almost got what he wanted but still didn't, despite his great efforts to not fly his fingers in your hair and give you a make shift ponytail, he still didn't get what he wanted.

"No you won't. Sorry, not sorry." You rested you body next to his, leaning back on the car, looking at a shocked Mason.

"Doo you want to fuck me? Or are you going to keep your dick out for no reason?" You said as you unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down, not caring that your butt was going to be touching the filthy car.

"Yes, yes I do, will you let me?" Mason was fully in between your parted legs, leaning down to kiss you when you motioned for him to do so with your finger.

You felt him hungrily crash your lips on his, fisting his hands against the car, dying to touch you but not wanting to deal with the consequences. His lips nipped your bottom lip, tongue brushing over it right after, but you didn't let him in, subliminally telling him to get off you.

"Here's what's gonna happen, you're going to fuck me, make me cum, but you will not be cumming and you are not allowed to touch me." Your hands gripped his length, bringing him closer to your folds, running it and down.

"What? That's unfair!" His voice showed his real frustration for a second, and he noticed how your brow raised up, immediately regretting speaking up.

"Either that, or you don't touch me at all and we just go home." Your finger was rubbing his tip, eyes locked with his.

"Baby, I want to touch you though, can't we compromise?" His lip was tucked in between his teeth, watching how close your brought his tip to your slit, moaning at the sight.

"I don't know baby, can you not be a whore? Can you not allow skanks to touch you all over? You tell me." Your hand didn't rest, touching his length and pumping him, and even though your voice was soft, he knew you were secretly reprimanding him.

"I'm sorry, I won't touch you, but please, let me control the pace?" His eyes were hopeful and when he sounded so submissive and obedient while begging, you nodded your head slowly. He smirked in appreciation, ready to meet your demands, sighing when he felt you slide his tip in you. His eyes were locked on your face, he thought if he couldn't touch and kiss you, the least he could do is appreciate how your face reacted to him filling you up.

You whimpered, feeling him bury his dick further in your core, slowly pulling himself out just to lean in again and push in you. His thrusts were slow and you knew he was trying his best to build up your desire.

"Look at you, fucking your girlfriend on a car, in public, you're shameless."

"Anything for you love, whatever you need, I will always do."

"I bet you like it, the idea of someone seeing us, how would you feel if someone was watching us right now? Thinking about being in your shoes, fucking me on your car, I bet you wouldn't like it." You wanted to mess with him and you knew you succeeded when his thrusts got quicker and harsher, slapping skin echoing in the air.

His fists tighter as they struggled to stay on the car, begging to touch you, his eyes were shut, trying to shake all these images you put in his head.

"I don't care, you're with me now, let them watch, I just want to make you feel good." His eyes were opened, focusing on his length going in and out of you, trying to reassure himself that you were his.

"Good boy, you can touch me." You smirked when you saw his eyes glisten looking at you, his hands immediately holding your hips, keeping them still as he thrusted harder in you.

"Thank you baby, I love you, I only want you." His eyes were still focused on your face and you understood what was happening, his dick twitching inside you told you all you needed to know.

You leaned up to kiss him, hands on his back and his neck, trying to relish his touch. You felt yourself get tighter around him, your abs hurting in a blasphemous way, so good you whispered for him to cum as well.

On command, Mason grunted, his thrusts rapid and vigorous, trying to drive you both to letting go together.

"Thank you. Fuck, thank you baby, thank you so much." His voice low, forehead rested against yours, spilling in you as he felt your walls become slick with the both of you. Panting and breathing heavily, thrusting sloppier than before, trying to let it all out as he felt a wash of relief fall on him.

Your face was more relaxed, kissing all over his face, cherishing his presence as you breathed him in. He smiled back at you, pulling out to get tissues from the car to clean you up.

"I'm so sorry baby, I swear I didn't know." He said while cleaning up the remaining of him that was spilling out of you.

"It's okay, know you didn't, and I'm sure the next six days will pass by as quickly as ever, you won't even notice." You said as you buttoned his pants while he did yours.

His brows scrunched looking at you, leaning to get your jacket on your figure, clearly lost in translation.

"What six days?" He left a peck on your cheek, before leading you to the passenger seat, opening the door for you and placing his hand on your head to not bump your head going in.

You waited till he turned all the way to his side, getting in the car next to you, buckling his seatbelt.

"You know, the amount of times these girls gripped your biceps, six. So, for six days you won't touch me." You sounded so nonchalant, aware of the man's dropped jaw.

"Baby, that's not fair, you just give me the best time and now you're taking it away from me?" He whined, hand on your thigh, while the other was navigating the car.

"Sorry, you won't get off as easy."

"Yeah for six fucking days, you're cruel." His tone was playful but heavy with wonder of how he was going to survive six days without touching you.

"I'll double it right now." Threatening in a playful tone, but he knew you were serious.

"NO! You're finding excuses to ignore me at this point."