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It’s comments like this that make me smile from one ear to the other.

This has made me whole day, thank you so so so much 🥹🥹🥹xxx

I’m so grateful everyday that people enjoy what i write in my room with some music on. thank you endlessly 🫶🫶

Hat-trick off of the Pitch - MM7

Mason insists he can score hat-tricks on and off the pitch… SMUT‼️

“Wasn’t even a fucking foul.” Mason grumbled, his eyes focused on the telly in front of him.

“Well it wasn’t a clean tackle either.” You counter, making him look down at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Better actor than footballer.” Mason scoffed. He knew you didn’t actually care whether the tackle was clean or not, but annoying him was fun.

“Good things he’s not in Harry Potter because he’d fucking plummet 50 feet, then he’d know all about bloody diving.” Mason said, rolling his eyes at the tv as the player continued to roll on the floor, seemingly in pain.

“At least in Harry Potter they’ve Cedric Diggory.” You giggled, Mason laughing with you.

“He’s dead babe so you’re stuck with me.” He said, kissing the side of your head softly.

“Get up you fucking twit!”

This was going to be a fun night.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

As Emile put another ball into the net, the young player went sliding along the grass, causing your boyfriend to spring up from his seat, with his fist in the air.

“That’s how you fucking do it lad. Another one and you’re on a hat trick.” Mason commented, clapping as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t think he heard you babe.” You commented, as he told Emile, or rather the TV, some tips he had for him.

“But he could get a hat trick?” Mason commented like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So he like spins his hat, bring out his magic wand and then puts it on his head?” You teased, causing Mason to roll his eyes at you, as he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. Your legs straddling either side of his thighs.

“That wasn’t funny.” He commented, looking you dead in the eye.

“Sorry that my jokes aren’t good enough for you Mason.” You joked, as you wrapped your arms around his neck as his dropped to your bum.

“You know I score hat tricks on and off the pitch.” Mason said matter of factly.

His grin, which etched from one side of his face to the other told you his next comment wouldn’t be football related.

“One with my tongue.” He said, kissing your neck, as you tugged at the hair which lingered on the bottom of his neck.

“One with my fingers.” He said, as he continued further down your neck, reaching a spot below your collar bone which made you arch your back into him.

“One with my…” He said, as he slid your jumper off of your arms.

“Your what?” You said breathlessly.

“I’ll let you answer that one baby.” He commented, as he began to unbutton your work shirt.

“I d-d-don’t know.” You moaned as he slide the shirt off, and unclasped your bra as he took one nipple in his mouth.

“I think you do know baby.” He said, his mouth trailing across your breasts like he was following a map, not that he’d need one. He knew everything about your body.

“So why don’t you tell me pretty girl.” He mumbled as he took the other nipple in his mouth. You moaned at the contact, unable to think of anything other than Mason.

“I’m still waiting.” He said, snapping you out of your day dream.

“Your d-dick Mase.” You said, giving him what he wanted.

“That’s a good girl. My smart girl.” He cooed, placing sloppy kissed down the valley between your breasts.

Grinding your hips into his, he groaned at the sudden contact as you felt his hard on against your thigh. You gripped his hair, enjoying how much attention he was giving you.

Kissing him on the lips, you felt every inch of his love pour into you. His tongue found yours, as he softly bit your lip as you opened your mouth.

“These are the best things on earth.” Mason groaned into your mouth, as his hands gripped your boobs, softly fondling them, as you laughed and pulled him closer by his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He moved from your lips down your chin, down your neck, down back to your breasts. Lifting your hips slightly with one hand, he took your work skirt off as he moved your panties down your leg, as you kicked them to the side.

“And Mount is past the defenders, he has his eyes on the goal now.” Mason joked, and before you had time to respond, he plunged one finger into you.

“Oh Masey, that feels so good.” You praised him, as you met his mouth again in a passionate kiss. He added another finger, and you followed the pace he set with your hips as you felt the pressure build and build in your stomach.

“That’s it baby, doing so well.” Mason praised, watching lovingly as your head was thrown back, and your grip around his neck tightened. He moved his other hand to grab your chin, so he could look you in the eye.

As the feeling in your stomach increased, you moved your hips against his fingers faster, and Mason understood you were close so he plunged his fingers deeper while rubbing circles on your already over-sensitive clit.

“Mase that’s it, fuck.” You moaned, biting his shoulder as an intense wave of pleasure overcame your body.

“That’s it baby.” He praised, taking his fingers out. As you pulled back from his shoulder, he held up 3 fingers, and pushed one down.

“That’s one down.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“There’s time to talk when you’ve done all three.” You said, pulling him into yet another passionate kiss, as his hands tangled in your hair.

“Yes Ma’am.” Mason laughed, saluting at you, as he quickly moved you from his lap to the chair, as he hovered over you. His eyes scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said finally, with nothing but pure love in his honey-like eyes. One hand gripped your cheek as he kissed you, the other roaming your body greedily, as if he’d never touch your again.

Moving from your mouth, he kissed down your whole body, but before he went where you wanted him, he moved to your knee cap and kissed up your thigh. You groaned in anticipation, but the bastard repeated what he’d just done, yet this time on your other leg.

“Stop teasing Mase.” You groaned, looking down at him, as he looked up with devilish eyes.

“The midfielders are just looking for the striker now baby, you can’t rush the art of passing.” He said, but before you could respond, his lips found your clit as he began to lick fast strokes up and down, the exact motion he knew you loved.

Mason worked on you expertly, switching between your clit, before making his way down to your entrance and back up again. You gripped his hair, as the familiar sensation approached you again, almost embarrassingly fast.

“Mase don’t stop please.” You said, looking at him before he gently hit your clit with his nose and your head was thrown back, eyes at the back of your head. With one last breath, you came again, this time all over his face.

He sat back up, making his way back to your lips and you could taste yourself on him.

Your hands worked on the side of his shirt, as he helped you and pulled it up over his head. He quickly kicked his shorts and boxers off.

Mason met your lips again, and this new skin on skin contact was making you even more hungry for him.

“Extra times just came out Mount. Hurry the fuck up.” You groaned, the aching between your legs only increasing by each passing moment.

He laughed at you, before he readied himself at your entrance. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow, a way of making sure you were still okay with this. You nodded, and he wasted no time pushing himself into you.

“Fuck me.” Mason moaned, as he pulled out of you and pushed back in with more force than the first time. He kissed up and down your neck, as your nails scratched his back. Normally you’d try avoid that. It would definitely cause a tad of awkwardness in the dressing room, but now you didn’t have the energy to care. He felt too good.

Mason sped up, and the room was filled with your dirty moans and skin against skin. w could tell by the way his hips snapped into yours sporadically that he was close, but he slowed down and his hand snaked down your body to your clit.

This new branch of pleasure made you arch your back as you moaned into his mouth which was hanging open, as he used his free hand to support your back and keep you close to his chest.

“Mase.” You whined, as your thighs began to shake and he began to speed his thrusts up again.

“I know baby. You feel so good. You’ve been so good for me pretty girl.” Mason moaned into your mouth, as you began to squeeze against his dick.

You groaned one last time before you came all over Mason’s dick, he too shortly climaxing inside of you. He moaned as he collapsed into your chest.

You pushed the hair sticking to his forbear out of his face, as he smiled his dopey smile up at you.

Placing a quick kiss onto your lips, he checked the tv.

“And Mount with the perfect hat trick.” He sung, making you laugh, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and he snuggled into your neck.

The half time whistle sounded, and out the players came, before Mason turned the TV off.

“But England-”

“Couldn’t give a fuck what happens, let me love my girl.”

And that’s what he did all night, he loved on his girl.

And boy did he love her, and boy did she love him.

You still didn’t know if Emilie ever got a hat trick.

My attempt at smut, i hope you guys love it as much as i love you guys 🫶

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The Poison that Eats at You - MM7

Mason let’s his jealousy get the best of him, but there’s nothing confessing things in the dark and a few wet kisses can’t sort out ANGST‼️

Putting the finishing touches on your lips, you rubbed them together and pouted in the mirror, satisfied with your makeup, you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Where are you baby?” Mason laughed, a t-shirt tied around his eyes.

“Mase it’s not like this is my wedding dress, you can look at me.” You giggled as he stumbled around your room, his arms outstretched.

“Marco?” He said, as he tripped over a shoe.

“Polo.” You giggled, as he eventually found his way to you, but before he did, he tripped on a pair of shorts and fell into your arms.

“You could say I fell for you.” He joked, as you lifted the t-shirt above his eyes to see those gorgeous eyes. He smiled as he traced up and down your body.

“You look unreal.” Mason beamed, as he placed a kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you sniggered at the lipstick etched across his own lips. You lifted your thumb and wiped it off.

“Why’s my girl so gorgeous? I’m so punching.” He groaned, as he kicked you up effortlessly and set you on the bathroom counter as he searched for his aftershave.

“Bottom drawer.” You told him, and he ‘ahhed’ in response, and winked at you before applying.

“I’d rather just stay at home and be with my baby.” He whined, as he delicately circled shapes onto your thighs.

Your black dress was modest, yet incredibly sexy. What made the look was the Louis Vouton heels that currently hung off your feet. A treat you got yourself when you started your big girl job, and you were absolutely obsessed with them, and so was Mase. You hoped of the counter, as he span you around.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

Tonight was a gala event celebrating the end of the Premier League season. Mason was dreading going, and you knew that. He’d had a shit season, and he knew there’s be at least one snarky comment.

As you arrived at the event, Mason found the familiar face of Ben, as the pair of them chatted, you chatted to the date Ben had brung.

It was scary coming into a world like this, one where everyone knew. your business before you even knew it yourself. You could be one friendly face for her tonight.

“What do you want to drink love?” Mason asked from behind, his mouth close to your ear, his hands on your waist.

“Double vodka-”

“Coke.” He finished, interrupting you. “Knew you’d say that.” He grinned, grabbing your hand and placing a drink in it.

A double vodka and coke.

“If you knew why’d you ask?” You teased, turning around to face him, as he looked down at you.

“Ego boost.” He joked, shrugging his shoulders. He introduced himself to Ben’s date, while pressing you into his shoulder.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be that bad?

Tonight was bad, you take back everything you said.

“I’m going to nip to the bar, anyone want anything?” You asked, and you quickly remembered everything recited back at you.

Walking to the bar, you felt a hand across the bottom of your back, but it wasn’t Mase’s.

Quickly turning you were faced with Matt. Your ex boyfriend.

Matt was a physio at city, and he credited himself for the talent the players produced.

“Y/N darling, it’s been a while.” He said, smiling down at you. You cringed as you looked at his teeth. Someone had been to Turkey recently.

“Matt, it has been a while.” You said, a short grin from yourself to him, hoping he reciprocated that you did not want to talk to him.

He had treated you awfully, his ‘lad’ attitude showing nothing but disrespect to you, and you knew you deserved better. And better is what you got.

You got Mason.

As you went to pay, he stopped you, his cold hand gripping your wrist as he pushed it away.

“Ladies don’t pay, tut tut Mount.” He grinned. His stupid white teeth almost blinding you.

As you took your drinks, Mason noticed how long you were taking and headed up to the bar himself.

“Baby you oka-” Mason stopped when he seen what you were faced with.

“Great season Mount.” Matt snarled, his tone nasty and followed with hatred, like the venom of a snake. He was waiting to sink his teeth into Mason, and now, he had the opportunity.

“Wasn’t how I planned, but hey, life’s full of obstacles.” Mason said through gritted teeth, flashing him a toothy grin as his hand came protectively around your waist.

“How many goals did you get? 2, 3?” He questioned, counting with his hand as he held it up. Mason’s grip on you tightened.

“How many injuries did you prevent? 2, 3?” You retorted, and his eyes turned dark, before he laughed.

“Always quite the cheek on this one aye? You deal with that in bed to Mount? I know I did-”

Masons grip on you was completely lost, as he grabbed Matt’s shirt.

“Say one more thing about her and i’ll shove my fist so fucking far down your fat gob, it’ll come right out your ass.” Mason spat, before letting go of him.

Matt, obviously embarrassed, fixed his shirt before clearing his throat.

“Y/N, do you remember, what was it you said, “Mount looks like a good fuck, but there’s nothing up there.” As Matt tapped his brain. You stiffened at his words, his words that were completely untrue. You’d never comment on anyone in such an objective way, ever. Mason had to know that, but with Matt’s charm and his pantie eating grin, you too found yourself wondering, did you say that?

Mason slapped a few notes onto the bar, before he let go of your hand.

“Fuck you Heather.” Mason said, before he made his way out of the building.

Dumbfounded, you just stood there. Unsure of what to say or do.

“Aren’t you going to go after lover boy?” He said, taking a sip out of Mason’s drink to mess with you even more.

“Tastes cheap.” He said, and you were grabbing your handbag before swiftly making your way outside to find Mason, but not fast enough cause you would cause a scene.

Mason knew there was nothing in it, he knew you didn’t like him in that way, Matt he meant. But he hated how he touched you and how you didn’t pull away, he hated how he let him get to him. He hated himself for the whole situation.

He recognised the click-clack of your heels and sighed, watching his breath fly away in front of him, turning into nothing in seconds.

“Since when do you smoke?” You asked, seeing the cigarette between his two fingers. You weren’t even sure where he got it out off, and it pissed you off that he’d ran away from the situation.

Mason’s heart twinged in embarrassment when he watched your face follow the smoke exhaling from his lungs. This wasn’t him, but as of recently, with everything happening, he didn’t know who he fucking was.

Stamping the cigarette out on the ground, you moved in to kiss his cheek, to offer some sort of comfort. Anything.

But Mason moved his head, and swayed with his hands in his pockets as he stared up at the night sky in front of him.

No excuse to look at the stars, as none hung in the night sky, them too seeking shelter from the cold. Which cold you were unsure off. The winter night in London, or the coldness of your boyfriend who stood so close to you, yet you couldn’t have been further.

“Mase.” You pleaded, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

“Not in the mood darling.” He said, the bitterness dripping off his tongue like some poison as he spat the nickname out.

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As Mason payed the Taxi man, you opened the door of the house. The silence was thick in the air of the small cab, and Mason sat in the front seat beside the driver instead of his usual space beside you. Pressed into your side comfortably, chatting about your night out.

Waking into the house, Mason knew he’d messed up. He knew he overreacted, and he knew he had to apologise. But his pride got in the way, and instead he watched you take your heals off, take them into your hands and move upstairs.

He sat in the living room, head in his hands. The alcohol burned his tongue, and his throat longed for the words ‘sorry’ and ‘i messed up’ to come out, yet they got lodged in it, as he wished he could mould into the seat and just forget about tonight.

Removing your eyelashes, you stared at yourself in the mirror, and after cringing at your own reflection, you had to peel your eyes away. Scrubbing off your makeup, you brushed your teeth before you got changed for bed.

You lifted Mason’s shirt, your usual bedtime attire but your arms turned to jelly as if your body was allergic to the cotton material. The smell of his aftershave stung your eyes as you sighed and dropped the shirt, instead poking through your drawers to find a comfortable pair of pajama bottoms and the matching top.

After plaiting your hair, you noticed Mason leaning in the doorway. His shirt rolled up at the arms, and his eyes heavy with remorse. Your lip quivered and you looked away, knowing you’d start crying.

The moon snuck in through the gap in the open curtains, and basked the room in a soft light. The light reflecting every angle of his face. His stupidly beautiful face.

Climbing into bed, you chose to i ignore him. You heard him moving about as he shut the curtains and climbed in beside you, not daring to touch you, or even breathe near you, scared his jealousy might somehow sicken you.

He knew you were awake, and you knew he was awake, but you both waited for the other to speak first.

“Sweetheart.” Came softly from the other side of the bed.

“Don’t you sweetheart me Mason.” You huffed, still annoyed with how he’d treated the situation.

Mason heard your voice, and you were genuinely annoyed. His name was never a bad thing when it left your lips, but this one it was cold. And he felt it.

Mason gave up, instead turning around as he smelt your shampoo off of the pillowcases. The coconut one you insisted on.

He shuffled closer to you, his hand draping across your waist, as his nose nuzzled into your neck.

“Sweetheart.” He urged, begging you to look at him.

Mason moved closer to you, his chest completely flushed against your back, as he played with your hair.

“I’m sorry baby, i’m so fucking sorry.” He pleaded, hearing you sniff. At least you made a sound?

Mason’s voice cracked, and you knew he meant it. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body, and he didn’t lie. Not to you, not to anyone.

“I was immature, and stupid. I got annoyed because I realised, i’m so lucky to have you, and you could have anyone you bloody wanted, but you somehow chose me. I got scared when I seen you with him, and I know that’s not excuse, i’m not using it as one. I had a moment where I lost you, and I got so fucking scared Y/N, so scared.” Mason honestly admitted, and your heart heart knowing he was hearting.

“I know he’s well up, and I know he’s good at what he does, and i’m not. I’m shit at what I do, and I felt fragile when he went for that and I let that annoy me, and i’m sorry because I shouldn’t even be apologising right now because I shouldn’t of did what I did. I ruined your night.” Mason rambled, and you turned around and wrapped every limb you could around him. He held you tight, his hand rubbing your hair as he felt your breath on his neck.

“You’re stupid, and you’re a prick.” You said into his neck.

“I’m definitely stupid, and i’m definitely a prick.” He admitted, almost crying of happiness when he heard your soft giggles against his neck.

“Mason, I get how you felt, because it boils my blood every time I see another girl giggle with you, or bat her eyelashes at you.” He nodded in agreement, listening to you.

“And he’s such an asshole. He really is, and you should’ve fucking shoved your hand down his throat.” You laughed, both of you teary in this intimate moment.

“But Mason, you don’t ever get to treat me like you just did, you hear me?” You said through your tears, that he wiped away with his thumb as he nodded at you.

“I didn’t deserve that.” You said finally, and you seen the tears hush out of him.

“I know baby, you didn’t. You fucking didn’t, and i’m so sorry.” He mumbled into your neck, embarrassed that he let this man reduce him to tears.

You lifted his head, as you wiped his tears. Before placing a kiss to his lips, one that was mixed with tears, love and apologies.

“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed, wiping your tears away.

“I know, but i’m your idiot.” He said, poking your chest lightly.

“Love you. So much. Even if i’m a dick.” He laughed, before pulling you close.

“I know you do. And I love you. A lot.” You replied, placing both thighs on the other sides is his legs. “You’ve got nothing to be insecure about Mase. I’m yours. All of me.”

“I know that. And i’m yours.” He said, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.

You had all morning to talk, but right now your boy needed you, and that was all that mattered.

“Mase.” You said.

“Yes baby?” He replied.

“You’re not a shit footballer.”

I really like this one 🥹🥹 even if it broke my heart writing it :(((

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Hues of Red and Yellow - MM7

A beach day was Mase and his family has his mind wondering SMUT‼️

Waving goodbye to his family, you barely had time to even acknowledge where you were before Mason pulled you into the back seat of his car.

After a day at the beach with his family, and seeing you both simultaneously in a red bikini as well as playing with Summer, if had took everything in Mason to not come in his swimming trunks.

As you crawled into the back seat, you smiled at the sight in front of you. Mason’s hair was messy from being in and out of the water, and his face was hued red with the sun. The stubble on his cheek, as he grinned sheepishly at you while patting his thighs.

As you crawled in, his brown eyes followed you. The sun was just setting in Portsmouth, and everything glowed a honey-orange. Everything appeared as pop-art as orange bounced off of his tinted windows, and yellow reflected off of his eyes, and red dispersed from the mirrors at the front of the car.

Stumbling into his lap, he caught you as the pair of you laughed lightly. He brushed a stray piece of your hair out of your face, as he just stared at you.

The sun of today setting on the sky of tomorrow, and Mason looked at you.

You lightly kissed the new freckles on his face, as you felt his nose against yours.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He said, your eyes looking into each other. His hands were on either side of your waist, as he helped you settle comfortably into him, not that car sex was comfortable.

Your eyes fell shut as he worked his way down your neck, as you felt him smile into it.

Mason toyed with the joggers you’d pulled over your swimsuit, and patted your hips as he pulled them off softly. His hands worked up and down your thighs as his nose toyed on your jawline as he placed delicate kisses under your ear.

He was ethereal under this light. The pinks of the sky making him seem like something out of a movie.

Seeing you in your bikini, his eyes turned dark and he tightened his grip on your thighs, silently begging you to do something, anything.

You rocked your hips over his crotch, as your name fell from his lips. Moving your hands into his hair your gripped lightly, as you gave him what he wanted, and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one he wasted no time returning.

As he gripped your hips to guide your movements, you lifted them slightly, and as he lost contact with you, his eyes opened.

You smiled at him, as his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes.

“Enough of you.” He said, before pulling your jumper, or rather, his jumper over your shoulders. His thumb lightly caressed your jaw as he brought you closer, as you got lost in each others mouths. You swallowed his soft moans as you tugged on his hair lightly, slightly scratching his scalp.

You toyed with the shirt that was sticking to him due to the water he’d been in 15 minutes prior.

You giggled as he struggled to get the t-shirt off, and when he did, his hair was wild and sticking every which way, his lips rosy from the kiss.

He toyed with your bikini strap, as his other hand held your back, which held you close to him.

“You look so pretty in red.” He said, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yeah?” You said back, your own voice thick with love, lust, and every emotion between.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, as he moved his grip from your back to untie your bikini top. As it fell in front of him, he licked his lips. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your breasts as your mouth fell open, and eyes became glassy.

“That feel good?” He asked, his lips loving feverishly across your chest.

“So so good.” You nodded, as his hit on spot on your nipple that made you arch your back into him, as you tugged his hair to put him closer to where you wanted him.

Playing with his shorts, he soon got the hint, and hoisted you up so you could remove them, his lips not leaving your chest as he kissed everywhere be possibly could.

Mason was now clad in only his boxers, and you in your bikini bottoms, as he worked across your chest, your hand snuck into his boxers and you felt his hard on, lightly stroking your hand up and down.

“Fuck.” Mason mumbled into your chest, eyes shutting as his kisses became sloppier, and his moans filthier.

As your hand moved up and down his length, your chest was abandoned as Mason threw his head back against the seat of the car. His neck perfectly positioned for a few light marks.

You moved your lips across his neck, and stopped on the tattoo he had of your initials. Kissing around them in a heart motion, you felt him twitch in your hand as he thrusted his hips into your hand, craving more.

“You’re so good to me.” He said, his eyes at the back of his head.

“And you to me.” You replied.

You felt his hand trace across your thigh, as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and began to play with your clit, rubbing soft circles across it with the pad of his thumb. He pushed a finger in, and you fell against his chest as he pumped two in and out.

Your parted lips were on his, as your noses rubbed against each others. The attempted kiss failed, leaving you both giggling as he used his other and to properly kiss you.

You felt him increase the thrusts against your hand before he lifted yours away. Against his forehead, you mumbled into his mouth.

“You were so close Mase.” As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“My girl comes first, literally.” He said against your lips, as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to push your chest into his.

“So good Mase. You’re so good.” You said, and he smiled softly at you. Before long, you were coming over his fingers, as he moved his hand onto your bum to pull you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said, looking into you.

“I love you too.” You replied, your eyes glowing with nothing but love.

He removed the bikini bottoms from your legs, as he prepared himself for you.

“You okay?” He asked, fingers dancing across your cheek.

“Of course I am.” You said, as you slowly sank yourself on top of him, immediately feeling him in your stomach.

Your arms moved to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin. The groan that left his lips was ungodly, as he attached himself back onto your neck. His hands softly on your bum to help you move against him.

You didn’t notice the red leaving the sky, and the dark blue hues entering it. You also didn’t notice the fogged up windows, or the condensation dripping down them onto the seats. But what you did notice was the man in front of you, lips swollen, eyes shut, and there was nothing else in this world worth seeing.

Mason nipped at the skin on your neck, and you knew he’d left a bruise.

You began to clench around him, and his hand returned to your clit as he pressed on it hard.

“You close honey?” He asked, pushing the hair out of your face. You nodded at him, and he began to thrust his hips into yours faster, both of you moaning the new angle.

Rocking your hips against his, you felt the pressure build and you knew it was soon.

“Are you close Masey.” You said, and all he did was laugh.

“I’ve nearly came in my pants since I saw you in that bikini.” And you smiled into his shoulder, and his hands greedily roamed across your chest.

His thrusts became sloppier, and he pressed on your clit harder.

“One more sweetheart, come on.” He willed as you clenched against him, and that’s when you came around him, and the sight of you on top of him was enough to finish him off, and he too came inside of you.

The two of you panted into each others mouths as he held you close, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“You’re all i’ll ever need.” He said against your lips.

Only now did you notice the windows, and reaching out a finger your wrote your initial and his, with a plus in between. He finished it off with a heart, and suddenly, everything was right in the world.

I really like this one!! let me know what you think my loves xxx🫶🫶

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