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elisascore · 1 year

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lord have MERCY😭😭

Dressing Room

PAIRING: mason mount x reader!

SUMMARY: mason fucking you in the dressing room

WORD COUNT: 1.7k words

“Hmm no not that one,” you denied shaking your head as your boyfriend Mason Mount held up the fifth dress towards you from the store.

“Babyy,” he groaned rolling his eyes with frustration. “You said you wanted me to help pick you out a dress but the ones I pick up to show you, you say no,” he said frustratedly as he placed the dress back on the clothing rack. You sighed. It was true. You had been searching for a new dress before you went to Portsmouth to see his family, and honestly, you felt like your nerves were denying the dresses more than you.

“I know,” you replied softly seeing the frustration in his eyes. “Look how about this,” you spoke, trying to compromise. “You go pick out two dresses and I’ll pick out two and then I’ll try them on and pick one of them, deal?”

He gave you a sly grin before nodding.

“Be right back,” he said with more enthusiasm than expected before walking back to the area you had just come from. You quickly searched the isle for your two dresses before finding your way to Mason who waited patiently by the dressing room.

“Took you long enough,” he spoke with cockiness. You rolled your eyes before opening the door.

“Shut up,” you mumbled before attempting to shut the door, only to be pushed back open by Mason.

“Mason, no!“ you scolded. All there was in the dressing room with a mirror and a chair, definitely not enough room for the two of you.

“What? I’m not standing out here and waiting. I want to see how good they look on my girl,” he responded sitting down on the chair.

“Mason, I can barely even move in here to put the dresses on, never mind you sitting here as well,” you responded. He shrugged his shoulders before pulling his phone out waiting for you to the dresses on, making it obvious that he wasn’t leaving. You huffed as you picked up the first dress you had grabbed. It was a simple white ruffled dress. Nothing too extra. It had tied around your chest, but it was a bit too short so you shook your head before taking it off.

“That one looked good baby,” Mason said, his tone just a bit deeper than before but you hadn’t noticed, your mind only focused on making a good impression.

You had met his family once before, but you always got so nervous. Mason was the only one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and he was so family oriented it would make things hard if they didn’t like you.

Mason's eyes travelled up and down your body as you let the dress fall to your ankle before stepping out of it, hanging it back on the hook on the wall.

“Okay give me one of yours,” you asked as you stood there with your thong and bra on only. Mason hesitated a second before he handed you a small strapless black dress.

“Mason, what is that?” You asked with disappointment as you stared at the dress with wide eyes.

“What?” He chuckled. You quickly pulled the dress up your body, throwing your hands in the air as you turned towards him. Your breasts were basically hanging out of the dress, one slight bend and your ass would be hanging out too.

“There’s no way I can wear this in front of your family,” you scoffed while looking behind you in the mirror.

“No,” he responded before lifting a dress that was more appropriate in the air. “This is for when we go see my family - but that,” he said pointing at the skin tight dress you were in. “Is for me.”

You grinned, squinting your eyes at him to scold him before turning to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Okay it’s not bad,” you responded.

You looked hot.

You jumped when you felt a hand on the back of your thigh, only centimetres away from your ass.

“Mase,” you whined as you put your hair to the side but Mason's hand only pushed further up, his fingertips gracing along your slit. You jumped while gasping.

“Babe!” You whispered with your wide eyes.

“What?” He responded, his voice deep and low as he stood up from the stool, his chest eye level with you as he towered over you.

“Stop,” you whispered placing your hands on his chest.

“But you look so fucking hot princess,” placing his hands on your ass and squeezing it a little, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“Mason stop!” You said pushing against him slightly. “Someone will hear us,” you said worriedly because you were scared of getting caught.

“No, they won’t baby, just be quiet for me yeah?” He responded before his lips found their way to your neck again giving you butterflies and he knew that was a weak spot for you. You bit your lip, holding in a moan you wanted to let out so badly. Mason's hands made their way to cup your breasts, squeezing him as his teeth nibbled slightly against your skin.

You wanted to make him stop. You knew there were too many people around for you not to get caught but at the same time, it was turning you on so much.

“Baby,” you moaned out as the feeling of his hands and lips caressing your body sent shivers through you. “We can’t,” you spoke, but you couldn’t even convince yourself at this point.

“Okay,” he agreed while his lips stayed moving against your jaw. Even though he agreed to stop, he didn’t stop kissing you. You threw your head back in pleasure as one of Mason’s hands found its way to your now soaking core, rubbing slowly up and down.

“Mase,” you moaned out again, pushing against his shoulders as your last attempt to stop what was about to happen, but you and Mason both knew you didn’t want him to stop.

“Shush princess,” he whispered as he moved your hair to tuck behind your ear.

“If you stay quiet, no one will know,” he responded before tugging on the dress and pulling it down. You sighed heavily caving in as he turned your body around, making you face the mirror. He pulled the dress back up over your hip, before tugging on your thong until they dropped to your ankles. He grabbed ahold of your hands, placing them against the mirror before you felt his tip push into you, his hips harshly thrusting against yours.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned out as he went deep in you, filling your walls up.

“Sshh,” Mason said as his hands gripped against your hips, holding your body still as he continued to thrust into you.

You looked up in the mirror, watching Mason as he focused on his shaft sliding in and out of you, his biceps flexing with each move, and his eyebrows furrowed together as he focused on fucking you.

You moaned out at the sight of him, the fact that he was fucking you in such a public place had your knees trembling.

You looked back at Mason in confusion as you felt him pull out but not insert back in. He noticed your confusion so he grabbed you by the hips turning you around.

“Jump,” he demanded quietly. Your eyes widened as you realised what he was wanting. How could he possibly expect you to be quiet? You agreed anyways though, placing your hands on his shoulders as you lift yourself, his hand immediately grabbing ahold of your thighs to catch you.

You gasped loudly, a giggle following shortly after he slammed your back against the wall, causing a rattling noise through the small box of a room. Mason held you up with one arm as his other lined himself back up before thrusting his hips against yours.

You tugged tightly against his hair as your back slid up and down the wall with each thrust of his, your teeth squeezed tightly around your bottom lip trying to hold in the moans you so badly wanted to let out. You tugged on his shirt lifting it up his back as you watched his back muscles flexing in the mirror as his biceps continued clenching as he held onto your thighs tightly keeping you up.

Mason kept his head laid down in the crease of your neck, deep breathing was all you could hear from him with a few grunts.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, only to get a large hand practically slammed against your lips.

“I need you to be quiet princess we don’t want anyone finding out how dirty you are, practically begging me to fuck you, this is for my eyes only,” he groaned out before he lowered his head back down, thrusting harder into you bringing you into orgasm. You moaned deeply into his hand, your eyes rolling as you felt your clit pulsing as you clenched around Mason, bringing him to his own climax. He dug his head deep into your chest as he let out a deep groan as his dick twitched inside of you, filling you up.

You breathed heavily with a smirk as he lowered you down, your legs wobbling some once they landed.

“I don’t doubt one bit that someone heard you,” he breathed out as he tucked himself back into his jeans. You giggled as you quickly tried to change into your clothes.

Honestly, you were going to be shocked if someone didn’t hear you. You were more than loud and quite a few times without realising it. Mason just made you feel so good you’ve never been able to hold it in.

“Well, what the fuck did you expect?” You asked with a sarcastic tone as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“Come on babe let’s go,” he rushed causing you to stop your movements.

“Hey,” you said grabbing his attention. “This was your idea,” you said with a smirk. He grinned back, thinking about the hot sex you both had just had before grabbing your purse.

“Yeah but now I want to get out of here,” he replied grabbing the door handle. You shook your head before following behind him.

There were a few dirty looks from employees that were standing close to the dressing room, which led you to believe somebody had for sure heard you.

“God that was amazing,” Mason beamed once you got in the car.

“Yeah but we forgot the dresses” you laughed.

#this was so good!! i have… many thoughts #nsfw warning #reading recs

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elisascore · 1 year

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i present to you: my fave boys accompanied with tinder messages for each one

#i thought this was a funny idea okay #why can’t they be the ones sending me these…. dhmu💔#mason mount #marcus rashford #jack grealish #christian pulisic

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elisascore · 1 year

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i adore this😭

fairy lights and stocking fillers - mason mount

the first out of five mini christmas fics and one of the most domestic cutest of them all <3333

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

you followed mason down the stairs, carrying a few boxes each into the living room, only adding to the overload of brown moving boxes. with it being one of mason’s only days off in december, you decided to haul out all of your christmas decorations, old and new, to decorate your apartment with christmas cheer. the sun was just about setting, highlighting the room with these oranges shadows, and giving it that perfect decoration ambience.

“i’m assuming my job is to take out this monstrosity?” you turned around and giggled at masons less than delighted expression, as he hovered above the long box, his hand on his hip and his head shaking. he let out a sigh and dumped the box onto the sofa. “you’re very lucky i love you..”

you rolled your eyes hearing his dramatic grunts in the background and focused on your task of putting smaller decorations all around the house. the colour scheme you were aiming for was a white christmas, especially since england was notorious for its lack of snow, but splashes of red throughout to represent a pop of colour. firstly it was the festive cushions for the armchair and sofas, tilting them slightly to an angle for that ‘lived in’ feel. to follow was the fairy lights, those that used to be bunting on your bedroom ceilings, but surpringsly, dangled at a perfect height over the open walkways into the kitchen and dining room. then you pulled out the garlands debbie had gifted you, attaching some to the fireplace and some along the bannister.

“hey babe, you coming to do the tree?”

like a young child all over again, you dropped the branches out of your hands and dashed around the corner, sliding along the floor in your socks to stop right next to him. “smooth babe” mason laughed, passing over one of the baubles to you.

you stood up onto your tiptoes to place your bauble on one of the top branches, as mason reached around the back, doing this similar ritual over and over. your tree slowly began to take its shape, the twinkle lights shining perfectly against the colours of the baubles, until you were able to stand back, an arm around each others back, admiring your beautiful handy work.

“it’s just.. woah.” you breathed out.

mason smiled, reaching down into one of the boxes and handing over an ornament in the palm of his hand - only the most special ornament of all, the star for the top of the tree, your parents had gifted you and mason as a housewarming present so close to christmas.

you felt your lips curl up into your cheeks in a wide smile, crinkling beside your eyes as you jumped up onto mason’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck. “do the honours your highness.” you slapped his head gently before taking the star from him, and slid it so effortlessly onto the top of the tree. it felt complete, like this final finishing touch had just solidified the whole look and feel of the room.

“it’s perfect..” you giggled, tightening your arms back around his neck and laying your head sideways down onto his head. “how about i go make us some hot chocolate, bring in some biscuits, and we make a start on our movie list?” you hummed back in response, as mason leant back to place a kiss onto the side of your head.

he eventually let you back down onto the floor for you to slip away and finish off the final perfection bits, whilst mason dashed around the corner into the kitchen.

you grabbed two stockings out from the final box, with all of your new christmas decorations for your first christmas, pinning them onto the fireplace - one for mason, with his initials, and one for you, with your own. just as you leant back to call for mason to admire to your sweet touch, a pair of arms snaked around your waist and mason’s chin planted down onto your shoulder.

“you like?”

you asked, as you reached back a hand and stroked your fingers along his cheek playing with the stray arms as you did so.

“i love.” he pressed a long loving kiss onto your cheek and tightened his grip on your hips. “like a real family..”

#the domesticity… crying brb #reading recs

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elisascore · 1 year

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our man is FLEXIBLE

#he really said 🤸‍♂️#and made it hot #mason mount

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elisascore · 1 year

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obsessed with this so far!!!

lessons in love // ii

Warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink, spitting, d/s and you know the drill, just straight nastiness

Words: 3.6k

Summary: you and mason finally make it official after you make him dinner

part: i

ii. take each day as it comes

Spending time with Mason brings a smile on your face. No matter how busy the two of you are, you always manage a five-minute call at the end of the day as the bare minimum. He asks about your day, wishes you a good morning, and always lets you know that he’s thinking about you. He sends you pictures of himself at training, pulling silly faces when he’s on his break. You know that with the World Cup coming up, he’s working even harder than ever yet he still makes time for you. It’s crazy how someone you have known for such a short amount of time has made such an impact on you and makes such an effort to know that you’re valued.

Between the dates the two of you have had, you’re unbelievably happy. Mason is someone that instantly makes others feel at ease but to you, he’s almost a calming force in your crazy life. He’s your little slice of tranquillity. No matter how bad your day is, he brings sunshine back into it and on a good day, he keeps you going. Like an undeserving miracle, he’s barreled into your life and changed it for the better.

He makes time speed up, every moment you have with him feels fleeting no matter how long you’re in each other’s presence. The Mason you get is not the same Mason you share with the rest of the world. He’s everything he portrays himself to be but somehow more real. You love learning more and more about him because it doesn’t feel like learning. It feels like falling in love.

Needing to speak to him, you grab your phone and type out a quick message. There’s no fear or games with Mason and it makes you feel good. Stable. Like you’re not some part of a game.

Do you have any plans for tonight?xx

Nope. What have you got in mind?x

Come over. I want to spend some time with you xx

What time?x

7?xx

Perf, I’ll see you then x

Yeah, you will ;). Also, don’t eat, I’m making dinner. Let me know if there’s anything you can’t eat/don’t like xx

Grinning like an idiot, you get back to work. Even with the monotony of the day, you feel invincible. None of the rude emails or the shortness of your colleagues are able to ruin your mood. It feels almost stupid to hinge so much of your happiness on a guy but you can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve felt wanted. That you’ve felt seen by another person.

For once, you don’t feel the need to have your read receipts on - you know that Mason will always respond when he has the time to, Plus, when he is busy, you know that you can rely on the mountains of content of him on the Internet to satiate that hunger. It’s not the same but you’re able to hear his voice and watching him charm everybody that ever speaks to him. Watching him be a bit of a dork never fails to make you laugh.

Your fridge is empty so you rush to order some groceries for delivery once you get home, taking note of everything Mason has told you he can’t eat. It makes you nervous just thinking about cooking for Mason but you need to see him. It’s been a few weeks since your last date owing to the two of your schedules. Between court and the rest of your caseload, you’d been unable to leave the office at a normal time the last few days. Mason has been incredibly understanding but each time you tell him that you can’t see him, you feel like such a prick. You’re so undeserving of his understanding.

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You set up the table in your living room, using a candle as the centrepiece. It’s perfect for a romantic date in once the lights are dimmed. Your hands get a little clammy once you realise that Mason may not like what you’ve done although you’re very much aware that he wouldn’t tell you. Once again, doubt fills your mind: what if he doesn’t like your cooking or if he thinks that you’re trying too hard. Maybe he’ll find tonight too romantic…

Between getting dinner ready and making the house look presentable, you almost forget to get ready yourself. Jumping in the shower, you wash off your makeup and hope for the best. Despite having been on a few dates beforehand, you’re still worried about making a good impression. It still makes no sense to you as to what Mason sees in someone as bland as yourself.

Hey beautiful, I’m just about to leave the house. I’ll see you in a bit x

I can’t wait to see you, Mase xx

Same here, sweetheart x

Whilst his messages make your heart flutter, you become flustered at the time restraints you’re facing. Whilst dinner is almost ready, it feels as if you’re wholly unprepared for the evening. It feels stupid to wory so much now, since he’s already on his way but you can’t shake the insecurity. The feelings of inadequacy are overwhelming.

Mason turns up with a bouquet of sunflowers and roses. Before you even think about thanking him, you greet him with a kiss, pulling him into your home.

‘I’ve missed you,’ you admit, looking at the floor in embarrassment before taking the outstretched flowers. ‘Thank you, Mason, they’re beautiful.’

‘I’ve missed you too, sweetheart,’ he tilts your chin up so you’re looking into his soulful eyes before he kisses you once more. It’s slow and sensual, his tongue gently entering your mouth, prompting you to let out a soft moan. ‘And you’re more than welcome.’

‘Take a seat, I’m just preparing dinner and I’ll put these flowers in some water.’

You rush off back to the kitchen, not wanting to burn dinner, giving the pot a quick stir before getting some water for the flowers. From the sound of your heart in your ears, you don’t even notice Mason was following you until his hands wrap around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest as his head rests on your shoulders.

‘This is awfully domestic,’ you joke, sighing into his touch, your body getting a little limper against his. The warmth of Mason’s body slows down your heart, the nerves vacating as you return your focus to dinner.

‘Yeah, I like it.’ Mason mumbles into your neck. ‘Dinner smells amazing, by the way.’

Humming in response, you mix the pasta sauce once more before reaching into your drawer for a spoon, still enveloped in Mason’s arms. Scooping a little sauce onto the spoon, you make sure none of it is dripping before turning to Mason, and offering him a taste. Watching him expectantly, Mason leans his head towards the spoon, tasting dinner before you take it from his mouth and taste the sauce yourself.

‘Fuck,’ he groans. ‘This is so much better than anything I can cook myself.’

‘Thank you,’ you giggle before pecking him on the lips. ‘Do you think it needs anything? I’m thinking maybe a little more salt.’

‘Baby, whatever you think it needs.’

He watches as you add a little soy sauce and curry powder into the mixture, giving it a quick stir before the two of you taste it once more. Mason lets out a low hum of approval as you nod your head, asking him to get you the pasta from the fridge. He lets go of you to find the well-needed carbs and in a moment of sacrilege, you put said fresh pasta into your sauce. It saves time and yet another dish.

‘You didn’t just do what I think you did,’ Mason gawks at you, disbelief evident in his face.

‘What?’ you feign innocence/

‘Did you just put pasta into the sauce?’

‘It’ll cook in there!’ you protest. ‘It will thicken the sauce and cook at the same time - the sauce is bubbling and it’s not like I used dry pasta!’

‘Okay, next time I’ll cook dinner,’ he narrows his eyes at you.

Grabbing his face in your hands, you force Mason to look into your eyes. Trying your best to suppress your own laughter, you kiss his cheek, the tip of his nose and then his other cheek before kissing his lips gently. He holds onto your hips before one hand trails up to your neck and the other makes its way to your arse.

‘Listen, you’ve already admitted that I’m a better cook than you so don’t question my methods. It works, I do it all the time.’

‘I can hear the entirety of Italy crying in anguish.’

‘That’s okay with me. It’s only the two of us here so who cares?’

‘Fair enough, pretty girl,’ he kisses you once more and your heart flutters at the nickname. You trace absentminded circles into his back for a few moments before remembering that it’s time to serve up dinner. Breaking away from his embrace, you give Mason one last quick kiss. ‘Do you need any help, baby?’

‘Can you please get some pasta bowls from the top cupboard, please?’ you fail to hide the glee in your voice from all of the pet names he’s been calling you, giddy from the affection and attention you’re getting from him. Rushing to the fridge, you get the parmesan and some butter. Adding the latter to the sauce, you mix it into the sauce until it’s glossy and begin to plate them up.

‘Thanks, babe,’ you say, the word rolling off of your tongue without any resistance. It feels right and you’re spurred on by how affectionate he’s been since he arrived at your house. Grabbing two forks and spoons from the drawer, you grab both plates and beckon, with your head, for Mason to follow you.

Placing Mason’s plate on one end of the table, you do the same with yours before handing him his cutlery. The soft glow of the candle accentuates the warmth of his brown eyes and you can’t help but to just look at the handsome man in front of you for a few moments. All you can think about is how lucky you are to be sat with him. To have him in your life.

‘Thank you.’ Mason holds your hand and squeezes it before taking a bite of the pasta. ‘Okay, this is really good, I admit it.’

‘I told you not to judge the process.’ you tease, sticking your tongue out before taking a bite of your own food. ‘When it comes to pasta, I’m always right. You’ll be wise to remember that, Mr Mount.’

‘Oh, yeah?’ he laughs. ‘Is that why you’re serving tagliettle tonight?’

‘It’s your favourite and you’re my guest so I thought that I’d compromise on serving you the best pasta.’

‘So, are you saying that you weren’t going to serve me the best?’ he teases, his smirk reaching his eyes and you take a moment to appreciate the smile lines he has.

‘’That’s exactly what I’m saying, sweetheart. Do you have a problem with it?’’

‘I’m so hurt,’ he jokes, clutching his chest in jest.

‘You’re such a dork, Mason,’ you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite of your food.

‘Yeah, and you love it.’

‘Oh, really?’ you feign innocence. ‘I had no idea about that.’

‘Oh, you know you do, baby.’

‘Maybe I do, so what?’

‘Eat your dinner and I’ll show you,’ he says, voice husky and you rush to finish your food in anticipation for whatever Mason has in stall for you.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you eat, stealing glances at each other. Your thighs squeeze in anticipation and you offer Mason another serving once he’s done.

‘I’m good for now, sweetheart,’ he says lowly, walking over to you and making you stand so you’re seated on his lap as you finish your last few bites. Mason traces circles into your arm and peppers kisses on your skin, distracting you. ‘Keep eating, baby, you’ve got to keep your strength up.’

You don’t even need to look at him to see how his eyes are twinkling. He continues his ministrations on your skin but every time you stop eating, he stops. It’s clear that his dominant side is coming out and your heart races at the thought of him dominating you in other areas, too.

Once you’re finished, you turn back to look at Mason before resting your head on his shoulder, your hand trailing his thighs. What you wouldn’t do to ride them… Fully turning your body around to straddle him, your hands lace into Mason’s hair and you kiss him, his stubble rubbing against the soft skin on your face.

Instantly, Mason’s takes control of the kiss, his fingers digging into your thighs as your hips involuntarily back and grind against him. As the two of you pull apart, Mason grabs your chin and pushes your head up so that you’re facing the ceiling, offering your neck and chest area to him.

‘Is this okay, baby?’ he asks pulling your head down so that you’re looking into his eyes. He’s completely sincere and studies every aspect of your face, inspecting it, to see if you’re not into it.

‘This is exactly what I want, Mason,’ you whisper, kissing him once more.’ This is what I like. Please give me more.’

‘Please give me more, what?’ Mason chides, his eyes dark and laced with lust.

‘Daddy? Sir?’ You study his face this time, trying to work out what he likes. It’s the way his gaze somehow darkens even more when you call him the former that you realise that you’ve worked out exactly what he likes. ‘Please give me more, daddy. I want you, daddy.’

It’s as if something snaps inside of Mason and he holds you even tighter, kissing you with a renewed fervour, as he devours your mouth, tasting and memorising every part of it. Like a man starved, his mouth moulds to yours, tongue gazing against yours. Mason bites your bottom lip, tugging it and releasing it, appreciating how swollen it is.

‘Where’s your bedroom?’ he asks between kisses on your neck and collarbone. You’re so glad you wore the tiny black dress tonight. You give Mason the directions and he carries you to your bed before throwing you onto the mattress. ‘Are you going to be a good girl for daddy tonight?’

Eagerly, you nod hiking up the bottom of your dress so he can see the tiny thong you’re wearing. It’s completely soaked, your arousal already running down your legs. Mason kneels on the bed, his head between your parted thighs and you gasp when he licks your cunt through the soaked fabric.

‘You need to use your words, baby,’ he warns, teasing you with his tongue once more, pressing his tongue against your covered clit. ‘I like it when my good girl uses her words but since we’ve just started, I’ll take it easy on you.’

Your thighs clench around his head and Mason tuts against your skin, pulling your legs apart. Realising your mistake, you try to speak, ‘sorry, daddy.’

‘Good girl,’ he chuckles, ripping your thong from your body. The cool air hitting your hot cunt causes goosebumps to erupt all over your body. His praise going straight to your core. ‘What does my baby want?’

‘You, daddy,’ you whine. ‘Anything daddy wants to give me.’

You hear Mason do a sharp inhale at your words. As a reward, his lips are on your clit, lapping at it and making you squirm as he inserts a single finger into you, curling it before pulling it out. Your thighs once again tighten around him and he adds another finger. Your soaking cunt takes him in easily and you moan at his deft fingers as his tongue continues to lap up your wetness.

‘You’re such a good girl for me, I could die with my head buried between your thighs.’

You whimper and whine in response, your back arching and eyes squeezing shut as he continues to pleasure you. Your body grows weak from the sensations of his tongue and fingers and his facial hair grazing across all of your most sensitive areas. Instinctively, your hands go to your breasts, teasing your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Pleasure grows in your stomach and you begin to feel lightheaded as your body readies itself for an orgasm.

‘Please don’t stop, daddy,’ you beg, biting down on your bottom lip. ‘I’m so close, daddy. It feels so good.’

‘Okay, pretty girl, come for me,’ he commands before adding a third finger into you. His teeth gently grazing across your clit sends you over the edge, your body shaking from the veracity of the orgasm washing over your body. Your legs tremble as your back arches off of the bed so intensely that Mason has to hold you down, his fingers pressing so hard into your skin that you know that you’ll bruise.

As your body settled down a little, Mason watches you, your lips parted as you struggle to get your breath back. He pushes your dress from your shoulders and you lift your body up a little so he can completely discard it.

‘Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,’ he praises, stripping down and rubbing his cock. ‘It makes daddy so happy to see you like this.’

Mason continues to stroke his cock and you push yourself up to fully take him in. Reaching out, you trace the dragon on his side before your eyes go to his cock, already weeping precum.

‘Daddy,’ you look up at him through your eyelashes. ‘Please can I have a taste?’

‘Daddy needs to fuck you, baby,’ he admits. ‘I can’t wait.’

Pouting, you run the pad of your thumb over his weeping cock, trying to gather up the liquid before popping it in your mouth and savouring the taste. Mason growls, pushing you back onto the bed and lining his cock up with your soaking cunt. He pushes into you, a burning stretch is felt as he bottoms out inside of you. Mason braces himself on his arms, either side of your head and you let out a loud moan, your mouth open from his intrusion. You feel him spit into your mouth and instantly swallow it, your walls clenching at his actions.

‘Thank you, daddy,’ you whimper as your sore cunt flutters around his thick cock. Your hips rock, meeting his thrusts as he pounds into you, his balls slapping and hitting against your skin.

‘You’re such a good girl,’ he groans out, picking up speed. ‘Taking daddy so well. It’s like you were made for me.’

Your nails dig into his skin as your ankles dig into his arse to pull him deeper inside of you. You feel the familiar tightening in your stomach and you whimper and moan, letting Mason know just how close you are. You know that he is too by the way his thrusts get sloppier.

‘Cum, baby,’ he pants resting his forehead against yours and you let go, your body completely taking over, your walls clenching around him, begging him to cum inside of you. Your legs hold Mason inside of you as he groans, throwing his head back as he cums inside of you, coating your walls with thick streams of cum.

‘Fuck,’ you whimper as he pulls out of your sensitive sex. ‘Thank you.’

‘Oh baby,’ Mason cooes. ‘Thank you for taking me so well.’

He traces a finger across your cheek as he falls into bed beside you, his body flushed red from the physical exertion. You scoot over to kiss him gently as the two of you try to get your breath back.

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You wake up to Mason’s arm slung over your stomach, keeping you close to him. Gently rolling over in an attempt to not disturb him, you take a moment to really appreciate how peaceful he looks asleep. You brush a some hair away from his face and smile, a warm feeling in your heart overtaking the soreness of the night before.

‘Morning,’ he whispers, fighting to open his eyes. Even like this, he looks angelic, with a satiated smile on his face.

‘Good morning,’ you kiss the tip of his nose. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you.’

You play with his hair, combing it with your fingers as Mason closes his eyes once more. He pulls you close to him so that you can feel his breath fan your face. He draws random, idle shapes on your bare back, the two of you content in the touch of the other.

‘You didn’t, baby,’ he assures you. ‘Did you enjoy last night?’

‘Yeah,’ you smile. ‘I always enjoy my time with you.’

‘Me too,’ he admits, opening his eyes fully. ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’

‘Yeah, I’d love to.’

‘Good because I considered you my girlfriend before last night, I just needed to hear you say it.’

Playfully, you slap his chest laughing, ‘you’re such a dork.’

‘Yes, but I’m officially your dork now.’ he reminds you, tapping the tip of your nose.

‘I really don’t deserve to have you in my life,’ you sigh, content.

‘That’s not true, pretty girl,’ he says with all seriousness. ‘You deserve even better than what I can give you. You deserve the world.’

‘As do you.’

#both parts are so so good :)#reading recs #nsfw warning

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Marcus Rashford of England celebrates after scoring his side's third goal during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Group B match between Wales and England at Ahmad Bin Ali Stadium- 29.11.2022

📸: ALEX LIVESEY - DANEHOUSE

#🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 look at my boyyyy #marcus rashford

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elisascore · 1 year

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MARCUS RASHFORD YOU ANGEL.

#so so happy for my boy

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elisascore · 1 year

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this is so sweet!! :,)

World cup baby

Masterlist

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1226

Summary: Mason is nervous to know about the worldcup squad

Warnings: Fluff, Angst? And a little grumpy/nervous Mason

Notes: Just a short little oneshot. And also I don't know how the process works so lets just pretend that they see the list if that's not how it actually works.

Thursday afternoon was always lazy. It had been a long week of work and only one to go before the weekend. You still had some work to do but you'd finished the office day early and did the rest at home in your couch

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason gruffed from the door opening, your head turned to him with a frown. "What is that tone?" you huffed at him

He didn't even respond to your remark, same annoyed expression on his face "what's for lunch?"

You blinked at him, not understanding where the mood came from, he had just been playing with some of his friends which usually left him in a good mood but apparently not today.

"I don't know" you said calmly, looking as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"I'm hungry"

You scoffed, shaking your head at your boyfriend "Well then cook or order something i'm not your fucking servant" you spat, turning back to you computer as he left to the kitchen with a sigh, you couldn't help but to death glare at his back when he left the room, feeling immensely annoyed.

You were boiling inside. He had been moody all week, you knew why, you knew he was anxious for the team news. The world cup squad were about to be announced in an hour and even if his spot where most likely guaranteed he was nervous and anxious and he took it out on you, and you were tired of it.

You didn't see Mason for the next thirty minutes, assuming he was up playing or being grumpy somewhere. You didn't want to have anything to do with him when he was in this mood.

When the clock had turned half past two you gave up. Your own stomach growling for food so you did the one thing you didn’t want to and went up to his office/game room having expected him to have had gone up there again but it was dark and closed.

“Mason?!”

You didn’t get any answer so you continued your searching to your bedroom.

“Mason?” You asked carefully as you pushed the door open. He was sitting in the bed over the bed-sheets. Head rested back against the bed frame and a tired expression on his face.

You didn’t know what to do because you didn’t know what he wanted right now

Mason lifted his eyes and looked at you with sad eyes, “come here” he whispered. You slowly walked towards the bed and sat down on the opposite side but ge was quick to pull you closer so you where half laying next to him, his head in your neck .

“I’m really sorry, I know I’ve been acting shitty and I know I’ve been a dick.”

“It’s okay. I understand why”

"It’s still not okay" Mason hummed, kissing your skin where your shoulder and neck met.

“Why are you so stressed? You already have a pretty much given spot”

“I know but I can't relax until I see it” he sighed.

You sighed too “Are you still hungry?” You asked lowly. Leaving the topic because you knew that the only thing that would calm him down was as he said, seeing his name on the list.

“Yeah” he hummed “let’s order something then” you decided moving to leave the bed but he quickly stopped you

“Y/n, I’m really sorry. Are we okay?”

You couldn’t stop your smile. Leaning back to peck his lips. “We’re completely fine Mase. But if you’re a grump I will meet you with the same attitude.”

Mason smiled at you. Pulling you down to kiss him for real.

“As you should, what about a movie?”

You both moved to the kitchen, going trough the cabins for snacks but you found none. "What's the clock?" You asked Mason who shrugged, pulling his phone from his pocket "14:45"

"What about we go down and buy snacks and by the time we're home the squad will be out" you suggested. Mason threw one arm around you and kissed the side of your head with a soft smile "Sounds good"

It didn't take many minutes down to the shop and after a round in the snacks aisle you had your needed amount and walked back home again.

"What's the time?" he asked, nervously. He had been really quite the whole walk back. "Check your phone" you shrugged but he shook his head "I turned it off" "Well... it's 15:04 you announced while he unlocked the door, quickly walking in and starting to unpack the bag. "Do you want me to read it out for you?" You suggested sweetly, seeing how anxious he was.

"Please"

"Okay" you hummed, going into Instagram where you knew it would be easiest to find it and immediately found the list. Mason was still with his back against you as he unpacked and you sneaked a quick scan to search for his name which was there, as expected.

"Okay, here we go" you said, watching him stop unpacking and leaning with his hands against the counter.

"So, goalies Pickford, Pope and Ramsdale. Defenders Walket, Stones, Trippier, Dier, Maguire, Alexander Arnold, Coady, Shaw, White. Middles are Bellingham, Gallagher, Henderson, Philips, Rice and Mason Mount"

You heard him let out a pent up breath and you couldn't help but to chuckle and go over to hug his back. "Congrats" you smiled as he turned around, wrapping his own arms around you, kissing you sweetly "Thank you" he grinned.

"Okay" you hummed, breaking free from his grip which made him frown "What? I need to read the rest. I am interested at least"

"Okay okay, go on" he chuckled, leaning against the counter again but this time facing you.

"So, forwards are Grealish, Foden, Kane, Sterling, Maddison oh wow that's nice, eh Saka, Wilson and Rashford" you ended, looking as he hummed thinking over the squad "It's a good squad"

"I think it's the best squad since we met" you agreed, walking back into his embrace which he happily welcomed. "I'm gonna have to look a lot more into that but first, pizza?" You nodded, happy this was all over. You had around a week until he was supposed to gather with the squad so that meant some nice relaxing time and of course build up for Mason but at least you would spend some time together.

You had decided together that you wouldn't be going to Qatar if he was in the team. You didn't what to with all the political aspects nor could you considering work so you were going to be home and that meant at least three weeks with the group games and then hopefully of course they would go further, if they stayed the whole time which they probably would regardless of how far they would come it was a month. Quite some time but it felt like the best decision at the moment.

Your pizza was delivered and Mason had picked out some cheesy rom-com and you'd poured up all the snacks and the drinks. All settled for a cozy evening.

"I'm really gonna miss you" he hummed as he wrapped his arms around you in the couch, making you smile and kiss his cheek "I'm gonna miss you too" you murmured, kissing him with a smile on your face.

#reading recs

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