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ladymarycrawley · 6 months

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Forbidden but delightful - Mason Mount

Request: I actually had a imagine request for Mason Mount…where the reader works for him and they’ve always been fond of one another and one day she comes in wearing a guys jumper, it doesn’t fit her properly and it smells like a man. So Mason feels himself becoming jealous, when in reality it’s just her brothers jumper that she ended up wearing because she fell asleep at his babysitting his kids + @anon that asked me sth based on Mase's Nike shooting that got out out in august/september

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Tag list: @prideofpd , @johnstonesfc , @chelsealover , @masonxomount , @masterclassbaby

(gif credits to @bracedes)

A thing Mason promised himself he would have never done in his life was falling in love with someone that worked for him or that simply happened to cross his path for business reasons: he knew it would have been unprofessional but, most of all, he feared he would have ended up as the wronged party.

Another thing he knew deep down his heart was that promises are sometimes meant to be broken and the aforementioned one was one of those.

Since Y/N took on the role of his personal stylist she became the ever so present object of his thoughts as she charmed him since day one, when that shy smile of hers made him blush and ask for more, more moments of him in her company.

He knew she had something special but didn't know what that was, he only knew it was something that made him feel relaxed, at peace with the world around him. It was as if she held an aura of calmness that was never enough for him as his engaged lifestyle required a lot of it.

Needless to say they got along instantly and, as he was one of the most appreciated footballers on the planet, she soon became one of the most envied women for spending so much time with him. That time they would spend together wasn’t related to fashion matters only but quickly spread to their spare time too: after their work for a magazine, Mason invited her over to his house to celebrate their first job together.

In the meanwhile, on her part, a small sentence he said to her like “I’d like you to always feel at ease when you’re around me, we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want to but I’d like you to be totally yourself” was what made her like him as soon as his brother Lewis introduced him to her. What he expressed was quite an easy concept not to be taken for granted as a lot of famous people would likely treat their employees as servants, making their business life miserable but that wasn't his case.

Everyone loved Mason for being a down to earth guy, a family guy that always had the most beautiful smile painted across his lips and that smile was the second thing that made her weak to her knees: it could light up a dark room faster than artificial light and warm her heart at the same speed.

The second time it was her turn so she asked him to join her in going to a club in the centre of Manchester. It was just the prelude of their game of looks, subtle and unintended touches, sweet words. All of that happened without them even realising it as it felt so spontaneous, so right.

The crucial moment in their professional as well as personal career was when the Red Devils player was asked to feature in the next Nike Underwear campaign as one of their latest posterboys.

“That’s huge, I can't believe it” She kept on saying in disbelief as he was in a delighted mood too. That was probably the biggest job she got until then and they were both buzzing.

“I’m sure all the girlies will love me even more after this shooting” You joked, alluding to the shirtless pictures of Mason that would soon reach every corner of planet Earth through the worldwide coverage they would have had.

He blushed a little and chuckled. “Yep and they’ll probably hate you a little too cause you’re stealing their place”

“Me?? I’m just doing what I’ve been hired for and just got you the biggest shooting to date”

“Yeah but don’t flatter yourself sweetheart”

Sweetheart? Y/N would have never thought of hearing that nickname coming from his mouth and above all, addressed to her. The shade of bright pink that painted her cheeks after that exchange of words, matched her geranium skirt and that combination didn’t go unnoticed to her client who smirked, quite pleased with what his sentence ignited in her.

They both gave each other knowing looks, a look that made Mason’s heart beat faster and Y/N’s legs shake.

The stylist cleared her throat with a fit of coughing before looking at the time on her phone screen, deciding it was time for her to go home before things would have gone out of your hands.

“Are you already going home?”

“Yes, I have erm - a friend over for dinner, yeah” She nodded as if she was trying to convince herself to buy her own lie.

“Do I know her? Oh wait, is it your best friend?” The Englishman didn’t really care about her guest, he only wanted to spend a couple more minutes with her and make sure she wasn’t seeing any guy he would have to compete with.

“No no, you don’t know her…” She said dismissively, putting her bag on her shoulder.

“Is this mysterious friend a guy you haven’t told me about?” He said, crossing his hands and trying to sound as chilled as possible.

“Please! Not interested in any guy right now” Yeah, in any guy that wasn’t called Mason Mount. “Really have to go now, my house is a mess and she will be there in less than an hour… see you tomorrow, Mount, don’t be late cause we’ll check your Nike’s outfits out!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t…have fun tonight”

“Yep…thanks”

They almost whispered their goodbyes with a hint of sadness and delusion in their voices, as though neither of them wanted to leave each other nor wanted the other one to be left alone but the positions they were in forbid any kind of romantic relationship: it would have been too complicated and too risky.

The very risky thing though was the task she had to undertake the next day: some Nike people met Mason and Y/N at the sportswear brand’s headquarter in London and shared a quick chat to get to know each other better, before skipping to the part where they would explain the shooting they had in mind for Mason to be featured in.

She gulped the moment they showed them the underwear models they could have chosen among.

Y/N’s mind soon got crowded with not safe for work images, as the sight of the Manchester United player’s toned body covered only in a pair of tight boxers, smiling at her began getting more and more vivid.

She shook her head when the Mason in her mind bit on his lower lip and seductively brought his hands to his sides to take off the tiny piece of clothing covering his lower body.

“Are you okay?”

“Me? Oh yes, yes I’m so excited for this you have no idea” She laughed.

The people working with them smiled and left the room to do God’s knew what, leaving her and Mason alone.

He chuckled, lowering himself to her level so that his lips were close to her ear and whispered “Bet you’re more aroused than excited for this job”

You widen your eyes and hit him on the shoulder.

“I’m fully focused on my work, wasn’t thinking about anything vile”

“Even if you’re thinking about it that would be nothing wrong with it…I won’t tell anyone about your secret crush for me”

“Stop it! How old are you? 15??”

Mason giggled and swiftly pecked her cheek. “I love it when you get annoyed at me”

If someone would have seen that scene they would have thought they were a couple, a cute couple but sadly it wasn’t the truth and maybe would have never been…

Y/N arrived at work the day of the Nike shooting some minutes late and she entered the venue out of breath.

“Hi! Sorry everyone, stuck in traffic and it was horrible” She justified herself panting. What she just said was a white lie because she had nothing to do with London’s traffic: the night before her elder brother asked her to babysit his children because he had planned a night out with his wife and forgot to call someone to look after those two rascals that spent all the night shouting and running around the house.

She tried to say no when he asked her that favour, as she had a big day coming on but he said he really needed her help.

So she fell asleep on the sofa, after battling to put her nephews to bed, waking up just in time to go back home in a rush, begging her brother to give her a lift, and put on some knee-high boots that would have complimented that oversized grey jumper she borrowed from him to fight the coldness of the night.

Mason raised his eyebrows when he saw her, recognising immediately what she was wearing was a man’s jumper.

She styled it as if it was a dress and she looked so hot in his eyes but couldn’t stop thinking she must have spent the night with some man, that’s the reason why she was late.

The shooting went as planned: Mason looked genuinely flawless and sexy in that underwear, smiling at the camera and she kept on biting her lips as she couldn’t help thirsting over him as he looked nothing but hot ... that infatuation for him would have been the death of her.

She thanked that one person that asked for a little break because she needed a giant cup of coffee and some fresh air.

“You look good” Those were the first words she said to Mason that day.

“You too”

“No way, I look hideous as I’ve barely slept and arrived late on what’s the most important day in my career” She blurted annoyed at that, something unforgivable from her point of view.

The footballer started biting on his nails as he was clearly nervous and maybe needed some fresh air as well as she did.

“This…” The strong smell that tickled his nostrils interrupted him “...this smell, where does it come from?”

“Oh I think it’s my jumper” Y/N admitted shyly, referring to the garment that looked huge on her.

What Mason noticed made her blush, as if he caught her red-handed while doing something inappropriate and he glanced at her sideways, as if that inappropriate thing she did disappointed him somehow.

“It still smells like him...” She said under her breath but he still heard her and couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock: in his head they’re perfect together, smiling and laughing every day, even subtly flirting so he thought she was single and he could go on courting her but now she’s wearing another man’s clothes? The poor man was confused to say the least.

“You told me you weren’t interested in any man…”

“And I’m not”

He raised his head and smiled quite relieved with the real explanation behind all of that.

“So why are you wearing another man’s jumper?”

“Oh god Mase, are you jealous?? This is my brother’s. He asked me to babysit his kids last night and took this because I was cold and in a rush so it was literally the first decent thing I’ve found”

“Oh well…I was ready to mock you for your walk of shame actually”

“No dear, you’re dying for me to tell you I haven't slept with anyone last night and now you’re joking only because you didn’t get angry” You giggled, offering him a cup of hot coffee.

“Can I take you out tonight?”

“Mason I- I don’t think that’d be a good idea, I mean we’re working together”

“I know that but I’ll do my best to keep things separated, I promise” He gave you puppy eyes, making you giggle.

“If you wanna try…”

“You don’t wanna try?”

Of course she wanted to, she'd been dying too…and she'd been dying to know what his lips tasted of too: she quickly glanced around to make sure all the people involved in the shooting were still out and unexpectedly kissed him, the coffee flavour on his lips mixing with her nude lipstick.

“Now go on posing, nothing happened!”

Nothing could swipe Mason’s smirk off his face as he brushed his thumb over his lips that now tasted like her.

“Yeah...nothing happened”

Mixing work and private life wasn’t something they were willing to do but sometimes breaking the rules has that forbidden charm that brings to one’s soul the highest of delights and that’s a risk worth taking.

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fitfootballers · 8 months

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Declan Rice 🔥

#declan rice #arsenal #afc #england national football team #premier league #fit footballers #photoshoot #football #hot football players #footballers #footballer #epl #england nt #england national team #arsenal fc

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raphoupix · 3 months

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Mason Mount

#mason mount #cute mason #football #soccer #footballers #footballer #f1 #formula 1 #premier league #england nt #gif #football gif

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trentswhore · 1 month

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i have something very inappropriate to say

#trent alexander arnold #liverpool fc #england #premier league #taa66

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mapsontheweb · 4 months

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English Premier league 2023/24 map

#maps #premier league #england #soccer #2023 #2024

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ferraripoolfc · 1 month

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Of course this handsome man had to show how to mug down in this new kit!! I hope to see him play in it soon🫶🏾

#alexander arnold #he’s the prettiest #taa66 #trent alexander arnold #england national football team #liverpool #liverpool fc #premier league #liverpool football club #aesthetic #he mugged down #face card is out of this world

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itsftballnotsoccer · 27 days

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Footballers on Magazine Covers Spam

📸: Scott Trindle × The Sunday Times

#trent alexander arnold #magazine #premier league #liverpool fc #england nt

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pernillecfcw · 2 months

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Captain Chilly 🥶🥶

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glossyblue · 14 days

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"A RECIPE FOR LOVE"

glossyblue: hi, hope you're ok🙋🏻‍♀️🤍 sorry it's short, *english is not my first language*

Summary: baking cake with jude in your first year anniversary is so much fun and lovely.

Pairing: Jude bellingham × Y/N

Jude Bellingham and Y/N found themselves in their cozy little apartment, surrounded by the sweet aroma of baking chocolate cake. As they worked together to measure out the ingredients, Y/N couldn't help but tease Jude about his questionable measuring skills."Are you sure that's a cup of sugar and not a mountain?" Y/N joked, causing Jude to roll his eyes playfully. "I like my cakes sweet," Jude retorted with a grin, as he attempted to pour the sugar more carefully this time. Their banter continued as they mixed the batter, with Jude making a few questionable dance moves to the beat of the mixer. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling grateful for these silly moments they shared. As they poured the batter into the cake pans, Y/N accidentally spilled a bit on the counter, earning a mock gasp from Jude. "I thought you were the expert baker here!" he teased, grabbing a spoon to clean up the mess. Y/N chuckled, "Hey, a little mess adds character to the cake, right?" With the cake in the oven, they settled down at the kitchen table, sipping on mugs of hot cocoa. They reminisced about their favorite memories from the past year, sharing stories and dreams for the future. The warmth of the apartment and the love between them filled the room, creating a cozy atmosphere that felt like home. When the timer finally went off, they eagerly pulled the cake out of the oven, admiring their slightly lopsided creation. "It may not be perfect, but it's made with love," Y/N said, reaching for the frosting to cover up any imperfections. "Anything with you is exciting and romantic, my dear." And he kissed y/n's hair ...

As they sat down to enjoy the cake, they savored each bite, knowing that it wasn't just about the dessert itself, but the laughter, love, and memories they had created together in their cozy little kitchen.

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hellojude · 10 months

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Trent Alexander-Arnold

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lfc21 · 1 year

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TAA x Reader where they have a full blown argument whilst hes training with the liverpool lads. And trents anger gets the best of him. And the boys have to witness it. You can decided the ending

Trouble

At the moment everyday was becoming worst and worst. You and trent where constantly at each others throats wanting to pick out every bad thing the other does. It was driving you crazy just how difficult things where getting. It was bound to happen, every August when those boots are pulled back on and the seasons new shirt is pulled over his head you become second best, and the dance starts. You called this time of the year the dance as just when things where perfect trent had to take his feet and dance into a completely different piece and you where left to move on your own. You where completely selfish, you forever knew football was his number one but sometimes you wanted to be first, and not the one to fall into the role of his mother or friend. Alot of your arguments had become mainly house related - trent leaving his clothes across the bedroom floor, never cleaning up after making his ridiculous protein shakes and never bothering to put the toilet seat down.

It was bound to explode - and it did. The minute you walked through the door he had more than enough words written on his face meaning there was no need to listen.

"You going to ignore me all night then?" Trent quickly asked as you walked past his tall frame in the hall. You where fuming, you had anger taking over every part of your body and there was no way of you keeping a cool all night.

"Piss off trent" you mumbled as you pushed open the kitchen door. Your hands grasped the cold kitchen island feeling every piece of marble on your finger tips. You could hear his footsteps get louder as he rushed through the kitchen to fuel the fire. The cold hard marble cooled the burning feeling inside your body, the burning feeling that was going to burn you both alive.

"What's your issue with me?" Trent screeched as he stood infront of you with his arms up in defense.

"My issue with you? What about your issue with me?" You asked surprisingly at his obscene question. Trent was more than aware that he was in the wrong - it was his poor behaviour, his lack of effort and his demenia that showed you everything you needed to know.

"I have no issue!" He quickly shot back as he looked up from under his lashes. He watched you - the way you held your body, the way you spoke at if you didn't care anymore and the way you looked at him so desperately for him to be the same man he was. It was his own wrong doings.

"Then why are you being such a dickhead! Why do I keep coming home to half off your fucking wardrobe piled across the bedroom floor? Why do I keep having to clean up after your mess in the kitchen? Why do you never seem interested in a word I say? Trent your not the same, you have put me last again! And I'm done with playing the role of your fucking mother" you shouted back to him as you threw down the kitchen cloth onto the counter in anger. You could of punched the washing up liquid but you knew the mess that would of caused and it wouldn't be trent needing to clean it up.

"Where done then?! Ok" Trent replied only picking up on one of the many things you said. You shook your head in annoyance and watched his hunched body make a beeline for the door. You didn't bother chasing him, why should you? He did this to himself. His body was carrying nothing but regret - the memories of his ignorance came flooding back like a rain day in May. It was him. He knew he was the reason for this mess, yet he was to suffocated in his own ego to realise the mess he had made. It was to late.

As the night went on your mind wrapped around every possibility of what could happen. Where was he? Would he come back? Is it over? You couldn't understand but how where you expected to - you never thought this would happen, maybe it was just a bump in yours and Trent's road, a bump in which you could get over, hopefully. You tossed and turned in bed, you laid gently on his side of the bed inhaling every part of what was his scent. Your hand ran up and down the bed, your finger tips feeling every part of the soft cotton you slept upon under his protective touch. Your heart ached, you wanted him back, you wanted him safe. You let out an un ruling breath as your hand reached out for your phone, you felt a text was the right thing to do.

Stay safe x you typed with a nervous smile and shaky hands. you didn't know why this was such an anxious act but it felt unnatural. These circumstances where unnatural you weren't ever supposed to be sleeping alone without your Trent. Your eyes fell wide at the sight of the word seen sitting underneath your message, you had hopeful eyes and a small smile creeping on your face at the hope of his reply. minutes went on and it was still the same, you weren't getting your reply, you where getting nothing in return.

As the sun rose again and Trent's morning started at training everything seemed to be going wrong. The rain was falling down as if it was the last time the world could ever let water out. Trent's shirt was stuck to him and every piece of grass was making home on his skin. The rain was falling from every direction, running down his back and rolling along his face - he hated it.

"Trent what is with your face?" Curtis asked with a laughed as he noticed the sour expression and the darted eyes. Trent chose to ignore the young Scouser, he didn't want to speak, or train, or simply be without you. there was only one way Trent could let out his anger and that was by smashing any ball into the closest net. His foot came flying into the familiar bag of air, sending it flying over the cross bar with no sense of direction or aim. His eyes followed the landing off the ball, his mind was sent over the edge, his hands gripped his bip and sent it souring off his body with a loud groan. Curtis noticed the tense and angered man and knew something was wrong, the innocent midfielder clocked eyes with Klopp as he watched the manager usher them both back inside. Curtis knew he had to help, it was something serious - much more serious then he ever presumed.

"Trent lad what's wrong?" Curtis asked as they made a beeline into the changing rooms of the training centre. He watched as the door slammed open making a bang onto the white wall beside it. Trent threw his body onto his designated seat and stared at the floor beneath him.

"I have been a complete idiot" Trent announced not taking a second to look at the man he was speaking to.

"what do you mean?" Curtis curiously asked as he scratched his head and sat next to the right back. It was very rare anyone ever saw Trent in this state - the weary eyes, troublesome expressions and constant attitude he gave to everyone. He slept at his mums last night, he told her everything - his mistakes, his ignorance and his wrong doings. He slept without you, all alone, no one to protect - he felt empty. His mum knew he was sorry but she couldn't understand why he would hurt you, she loved you as if you where her very own.

"I was awful to y/n" Trent admitted as he looked at the man next to him. "I hurt her feelings, I was ignorant and didn't think about her or us and it was wrong of me mate" he added as his hands found there way to his hair and his eyes fell shut at the sound of his very own words.

"You need to talk to her" Curtis said as if it was the most obvious option. Trent's eyes opened at his suggestion, he had to, whether he liked it or not. His feet left the floor as he grabbed his bag and ran out the room, he offered his thanks to Curtis before running out of the building. This was now. his body fell into his car in a matter of seconds quickly slamming the door shut. Trent let out a huge breathe as his hands gripped the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white and his eyes turning dark. He didn't want to admit it - admit he was wrong, admit he was the reason for this all but it was the right thing to do and he knew it.

The drive home was so familiar, the drive he knew he would take whether he was angry, happy, sad or joyful, it was his natural journey. This was his route home to where he belonged most, his protected place, his home full of love and the girl he cared about most.

"Mum is y/n at home?" Trent quickly asked knowing his mum would be at your house today.

"yeah i am with her right now" she replied back softly aware of her surroundings. the moment she said that you knew he was on his way. All you wanted was him. The moments apart from him where hurting you the most, what was so hard with a sorry. Your heart started rasing and your mind felt the furthest away from ease.

"Right ok see you soon" trent quickly replied back with a smile as he drove down the streets of Liverpool.

The door opened. The sound of the metal keys smashing together and the footsteps of a heavy man filled the house. Your lungs filled with air as your mind filled with worries. Was this right? You sat up in your seat as his presence became known, a small smile was exchanged between himself and his mum as she politely got up from next to you.

"Don't worry love" dianne (Trents mum) said softly as she offered a gentle smile and a comforting touch to your shoulder. You watched as she left the room and Trents stance became tense.

"Erm" trent said to himself as he rested his bag on the kitchen island and looked around as if his home was an abandoned memory. He wasn't lost, how could he be? Every memory he had ever loved and cherished was held in this house, he wasn't lost he was confused.

"You can sit down you know" you announced with a smile as your head looked back over the couch in the joining room. Your smile might have been fake but it was what he needed.

"Right" trent replied with a smile as he nodded towards you and walked over to the ever so familiar plush couch. You lowered the tv as your head followed the movement of your boyfriend.

"How are you?" You asked with concern as he chucked himself on the couch with a loud exhale.

"Tired. Didn't get much sleep last night" he confessed with a roll of his eyes and a light laugh. You didn't seem to care, all you wanted was the truth and an apology, the idea of him telling you about his sleeping pattern and the many things he thought of whilst awake was not appealing to you in the slightest.

"What are we doing Trent?" You asked with no patience and little time to waste.

"Erm talking?" He questioned with a smile as he tried to work out the point of your question.

"No I mean this! Us. What are we doing just ignoring the whole situation" you blurted out as your hand found the locks of your hair and pulled through the stress of every strand. Trents eyes softened at your words, now was his time.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled as he leaned forward and retesed his elbows onto his knees, his large hands gripped his chin as his eyes stared up at yours. The ocean blue he saw in your eyes was what captivated the most, no words fell from his mouth but slight breathes fell from his lips. He was locked in.

"Trent you upset me! Why?" You asked with an ache in every word. You sat closer to him on the L shaped couch as his hands started to play with themselves. "This isn't supposed to happen" you added as you pointed to the pair of you.

"I wasn't thinking clearly! I was stupid and naive and thought that I was doing everything right but I wasn't instead I was hurting the person closest to me and I cant ever forgive myself for that! If I could I would take it back and promise you I would never hurt you but I cant so please y/n forgive me" Trent said with withdrawn eyes and shakey hands. "I love you. I love us. Please baby" he added with even more emotion then the last, his eyes started to fill with water and the words he spoke added every detail to his sculpted eyes. You weren't sure what to say, his words where full of emotion and power in which you had never seen from him before. Your hand carefully moved towards his and you felt your fingers run towards his own. Your eyes looked up at his as he carefully let his orbs lock into yours.

"You can't do it again" you announced with urge as you couldn't handle anymore words to be said. Your hands fell closer into his as your eyes didn't take a second away from one another's.

"Y/n I promise" he said in his ever so famous accent. You didn't reply, your words ment to little in this moment. Your hand rested on his neck as your lips fell onto his, your mind may not have been completely at ease but it was what felt right. His lips locked onto yours and you where back to the same old dance you where so familiar with. This wasn't the end yet it wasn't the start it was the middle and you where prepared to do it all over again. This was love. You where in love with trouble.

I have had this in my drafts for so long so I'm sorry if it's all kinds off bad but I wanted to get this idea out! I love have a trent perspective without the reader involved also. Please leave feedback and requests as it is greatly appreciated. My advent calendar has also still got some dates left if anyone has any ideas! Have a great day! @prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @tsimikasfamily @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @hendersons1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvansike @virgilvandickmedown @hopefulromantic1 @robbo-trent-fanfiction26

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ladymarycrawley · 3 months

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The man of my dreams - John Stones

Request: requested by my smutty and nasty mind

Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)

Tag list: @masonxomount , @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd, @kathb59 (not on my tag list but I thought you might interested), @chelsealover

John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.

That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.

"This isn't fair of you"

"What?"

"Walking around naked"

He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.

"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"

When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips.

It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.

John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.

You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.

"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.

You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof).

You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.

Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.

It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form

As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.

That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).

You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.

The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.

Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.

“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.

“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.

“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”

“How come?”

“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth.

It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.

He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.

“Come on, tell me what’s happening”

“Nope babe, everything’s okay”

“You had a nightmare?”

“No, not really…”

John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.

“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”

Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.

You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.

“I’m ready”

He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual.

You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead.

To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??

“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”

John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.

He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.

Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.

You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.

“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”

You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.

You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.

He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.

The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin.

He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between.

His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra.

His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were.

The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.

He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth.

John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest

You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.

The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.

His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.

When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.

What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.

That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.

John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.

“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.

“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”

You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.

He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.

“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.

It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.

“You like it, don’t you?”

You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth.

Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.

John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.

“Yes babe”

Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.

You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.

He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem.

At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there.

God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster

He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.

He was perfect and everything he did as well.

A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.

“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.

John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.

In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.

The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.

He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.

The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.

He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.

“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.

He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.

His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.

“Babe I - I'm cl-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris.

The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.

Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.

You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.

You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.

“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.

You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.

“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.

John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.

“You know what?”

“Mhh?”

“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”

You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.

John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.

“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.

“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.

It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.

He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.

“You cheeky boy!”

“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.

“Okay enough, my turn now!”

You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.

Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.

You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.

That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position.

John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.

“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.

“A shower?”

“Good girl”

"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.

He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"

You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…

TO BE CONTINUED ?

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