#op:w

[matbaerzal]

Especially after that video yesterday - like post workout romp with Tyson...

A/N: this is about a million years late eheheh I feel a little rusty, so excuse me for whatever this turns out to be Reader pronouns: she/her Warnings: smut; shower sex, showerhead action, unprotected sex, cream pie, a little overstimulation (but on Tyson's part). unedited Words: 1,2K

You have a love-hate relationship with Tyson's home gym.

On one hand, he wakes up before you most of the time for his morning workout. On the other hand, he'd still be in the gym when you get out of bed, and waking up to a sweaty boyfriend breathing heavily was a great sight to see in the mornings.

You've made a habit out of bringing him a drink as soon as you wake up, admittedly for selfish reasons. You bring one for yourself as well and watch him as he finishes his workout. It would end with you pressing your thighs together, as he gives you a quick kiss once he's done. But before you could deepen the kiss he'd leave after saying he was going to go shower.

This morning you're greeted by him lifting weights, panting with each movement – you're eyes are glued to his muscles as he notices you.

He drops the weights and smiles "morning" he breathes. He grabs a towel as he makes his way over to you, wiping off the sweat on his face before accepting your cold drink.

He chugs half of it down before his free hand lands on your waist.

"Thank you – sleep well?"

"Uh huh," you nod before kissing his lips quickly.

Before you can lean back he chases your lips, his hand on your waist keeping you in your spot as he gives you a proper kiss.

"Got any cardio on your workout schedule today?" you hum as you lean back with a teasing shine in your eyes.

"I did some minutes on the treadmill earlier," he says, oblivious, taking another sip of his drink.

"Wanna do some minutes on me too?"

He struggles to swallow as a surprised laugh threatens to spill from his lips. "Was wondering when you were going to admit to it" he smirks, setting his drink down on the table next to you, taking yours right after, and doing the same.

"Admit to what?" You bat your eyelashes

"C'mon- I've been hoping you'd get the hint and join me in the shower"

"Well, what are we waiting for?" you lean in to kiss him, but he dodges you.

"We're waiting for you to admit why you've been watching me work out in the mornings".

"You look hot when you work out"

"Thank you. And-?" His hands caress your waist, sliding up so he can brush his thumb against your breasts. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Your breath catches in your throat, he's waiting for you to speak, and at the same time making it harder to find the words. "And I've been wanting you" – his eyebrow lifts expectantly – "I've been wanting you to fuck me" you elaborate.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard" he lifts you up, pressing his lips against yours as you wrap your legs around him. He carries you both to the nearest bathroom effortlessly. He puts you back down once you're there, turning the shower on before you both take your clothes off. The water's already hot when you step in, Tyson doesn't waste time, pressing you against the still-cold tiles. You whimper into his mouth as your skin touches the wall. Your hand wraps around his hard cock, just as his hand moves between your legs.

"Get you this wet, huh?"

"uh huh"

"Every morning?" he smirks, circling a finger on your clit.

"Think about me during your post work out showers?" you bite back.

"Wanna know what I think about?" his question is rhetorical, as he turns you around before you get the chance to answer. Your place your hands on the wall as he bends you over just a little. "Think about sliding into your pussy. just. like. this."

You moan out as he sinks into you, his hands grabbing your hips as he sets a slow pace. "Fuck, Tyson" you press your face into the tile as you finally get what you've been waiting for. He moves your wet hair over to one shoulder as he leans in to kiss your neck. "You take my cock so well baby".

You nod – "feels so good"

The sounds of your wet skin slapping together fills the space as his hands roam your body, they stop once he cups your tits. His fingers flick against your nipples, and the feeling shoots straight down between your legs making you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Yeah that's it, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that" he kisses your neck again, slowing his own movements, letting you control the pace. He groans into your ear as you push back against him again and again.

"Please, Tys-" you clench around him, desperate for release.

"What do you need, baby?"

"More" is all you can manage to say.

He kisses your temple before leaning away, biting his lip as he stops to admire the way your body moves, your pussy wrapped around his dick perfectly. He reaches up with one hand to take the showerhead down, changing the pressure before he wraps his hand around, seeing your body jolt as the water hits your clit.

"Hold it there for me, yeah?" he waits until your shaky hand wraps around the shower head before his hands hold your hips still again as he sets a hard and steady pace.

Your legs buckle as your pleasure builds, nearing its climax. Tyson wraps an arm around you, keeping you up. His name's leaving your lips, on repeat, as he brings you over the edge. You drop the showerhead as your hand comes up the wall again, your body shaking as he fucks you through your high.

Your throbbing pussy has Tyson spiraling, moaning, holding your body tight, hips stuttering, giving a few more thrusts before he's spilling his load into you. You gather enough strength to roll your hips against his, dying to hear his voice turn desperate when his dick gets a little too sensitive. He growls, fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to hold you still.

"You want to cum again don't you?" his voice is strained as he speaks, moving one hand between your legs, keeping his still hard cock in you as he starts to play with your clit.

"Tyson" you gasp.

He grinds against you, unable to help himself even though it's borderline painful. The feeling of your slippery walls, filled with his cum is too good to resist, especially with the way you're clenching around him, mewling into your hand as you quickly near another high.

"Fuck, baby please" he begs you, needing you to cum soon before he can't take anymore. You nod your head repeatedly, your toes curling as you feel your second orgasm rushing through you. He pulls out, leaning his head against your back, breathing heavily, keeping his fingers against your clit until your whimpering for him to stop.

He turns you around, both your bodies feeling heavy as you get wrapped up in each other, lips moving against one another as the final waves of pleasure leave your bodies.

As you both land again, you notice the showerhead on the floor, a tired giggle leaving you. Tyson huffs amusedly as he leans down and picks it up, putting it back up on its holder again. wordlessly he grabs the soap and you both wash each other whilst sharing lazy kisses. Your skin is wrinkly by the time you get out.

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[matbaerzal]

Blurb request: "i don't think we can keep this a secret much longer." With Tyson jost

You and Tyson had been on and off for as long as you'd known each other, but a few months ago you'd called it off completely. Both of you promised your friends it was real this time, all of them rolling their eyes – they'd heard it all before. They finally believed you after a while, and the two of you could hang out with your friends without being asked a hundred questions about when you were getting back together again.

Then the two of you kissed.

When your friends had found faith in you again, you did the one thing you'd promised wasn't going to happen. No one had seen you kiss, no one had seen you leave together, no one knew you spent the night at his place, no one knew you fell back into the same old cycle.

Except it felt different this time.

No expectations, just you and him. It felt nice to have a clean slate. You kept it from your friends because even the two of you were unsure in the beginning, not wanting to tell them only to possibly repeat history yet again. But as time passed you became sure you could make it work this time – you'd learned from your previous mistakes, found a healthy way to communicate, and compromised your wants and needs.

Then it got a little exciting sneaking around, smirking at each other across tables when you were with your friends, feet nudging against feet, entangled if you were close enough, stealing touches when they weren't looking.

You both knew you could make it now, you were confident. But you also knew that your friends might not believe you.

You're laying on his couch, your head on his chest as his fingers drew a pattern on your back when your phone rings.

You groan as you turn and reach over to his coffee table to get it, showing him the screen to signal him to be quiet as you sit up.

"Hey, are you home?" your friend asks.

"Uuhh no, why?"

"I'm just in the area, wondered if you wanted to grab a coffee – where are you at?"

"oh I'm out" you panic

"Yeah duh, out where?"

"For a walk"

"You lost or something?" your friend laughs at your inability to answer her question.

"What? No"

Tyson chuckles at your flustered state, sometimes he wondered how you'd gotten away with keeping this hidden for as long as you had.

"Who was that?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you with someone"

You hit Tyson's chest, glaring at him to keep quiet. "No – look I've got to go, I'll call you later" you hang up.

"You're a terrible liar" he smirks at you.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No, but you're really cute when you're panicking" he sits up next to you, his hand finding the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"I don't think we can keep this a secret much longer." you sigh

"I know"

"Our friends are going to murder us"

"I know" he chuckles. "I'll die happy at least" he adds, making you pull him in for another kiss.

"Cheesy" you tease him.

"You love it"

"I love you"

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, a soft smile on his lips as he says the three words back to you. He nudges you to lay down on the couch again, savoring your little bubble for just a moment longer before you have to talk about how to break the news.

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[matbaerzal]

how about mat wants to shave the playoff beard but knows you’ll miss it so you ask him to eat you out one last time before he shaves it (i would kill to have that face in between my thighs)

Sorry for the waiiit, ik the playoffs were agesss ago 😅 let's post this as a manifestation that we get to see the beard again sooner rather than later ✨ I have yet again put my trust in Grammarly so pls excuse any typos

Warnings: pre-established relationship, smut, beard burn, eating out, multiple orgasms, a hint of biting, squirting (oopsie), and some sweet aftercare to wrap it all up... I just went for it with this one hehe Words: 1,6K

"Babe?" you hear Mat shout from the bathroom.

"Yeah" you reply as you make your way over.

"Have you seen my razor?" he's squatted down looking through the bathroom cabinets, running a hand through his hair.

You bite your lip, you'd been dreading this moment and as he looks up at you, you avert his eyes and shake your head.

"No?" he arches a brow at you, slightly amused at your behavior - he knows you too well.

"No" your voice is weak as you drag the word out a little, you don't trust yourself to form a bigger sentence. He stands up and walks closer to you. "So you have absolutely no idea where it could be?" his arm reaches out to brush over the skin on your shoulder, you feel almost shy under his gaze knowing you'll have to admit to him that you hid his razor last week.

You huff out a breath, "I'm not telling you"

He lets out a surprised laugh, "is that so?"

"I'm not ready yet" you shake your head, bringing a hand up to run through his beard to emphasize your statement.

"Well, I am" he gives you a soft smile.

You know you can't stop him from doing it, you know he needs to - for more than one reason. One of them being Lou's stupid rule, another being that he needed to let go of the playoffs.

"I know" you sigh, looking fingers still scratching at his beard, starting to miss it already.

His smile grows a little before he leans in to kiss you. "Now where did you hide it?" He says. "In my sock drawer," you admit, kissing him in an attempt to stall him. When he tries to break the kiss you chase his lips, grabbing onto his t-shirt to keep him close.

He breaks the kiss again, but as you let out a moan in protest his lips find your neck - his beard tickling your skin giving you goosebumps.

"How about I give you a little something to remember it by, hmm? make it last a couple days?" he murmurs into your ear.

You lean back to look into his eyes, checking if he's being serious.

"How does that sound?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you think about it.

You're nodding before you can gather yourself to speak - "yes, please". You've barely finished talking when he lifts you up by your waist, making you squeal as you wrap yourself around him. He carries you over to your shared bed. He gets on his knees on the bed with you in his arms still, attaching his lips to yours as he lowers you down on your back gently.

He sits up, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, taking it off smoothly. You set your weight on one of your elbows, reaching out to admire his toned chest with your other arm.

He grabs your hand, kissing your palm before placing it on his cheek making you feel his facial hair as he leans down - "focus, baby" he winks. His lips are on yours again as he works on undressing you, only breaking the kiss when he has to. He nuzzles into your neck once you're naked underneath him. And as you lay your back down on the bed you move your neck to feel more of him, feeling him smirk against your skin.

He's leaving kisses as he makes his way down your body, making himself comfortable between your legs. He gives you teasing kisses on your bare thighs, making sure to rub his cheeks against them, scratching your skin, which has you moving your hips in desperation - getting wetter by the second.

"Mat, please"

He smiles into the skin on your inner thigh, kissing his way closer to your center, "this what you want?" he ghosts his lips over your pussy, so close you can feel his breath.

"Yes"

You moan out as he licks through your folds, he wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure they're close enough so you can feel his beard on your skin as he sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan. You grab ahold of his hair, biting your lip into your mouth as his tongue works against you.

He makes sure to move his head, making the skin on your thigh feel rough from the scratching, your senses overloaded between the slight pain and immense pleasure.

You start to feel it in your stomach, tightening your hold on his hair as your mouth opens in a silent moan. You know that he knows when he starts sticking to one motion with his tongue with determination. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum on his tongue, pressing your thighs even closer around his head. He doesn't let up when you start to feel too sensitive, making you moan his name in protest.

He breaks away only to say "you can take it, I've got you" before he's moving one of his hands to your entrance, the other stays locked around your thigh as he pushes two fingers in. He knows you'd let him know if it was too much to handle. His tongue is relentless against your clit as he hooks his finger into your sweet spot making you come undone again shortly after.

He stills his fingers, keeping them in you as he finally looks up at you. You moan at the sight of him, his lips are red and swollen and his beard- you clench down on his fingers when you see it. Your arousal is spread around his lips, making his facial hair glisten.

"That feel good, baby?" he smiles, you bite your lip and nod. He rests his cheek against your inner thigh starting to move his fingers again once your breathing's evened out. Your skin is already burning from the friction, but it's drowned out as his fingers move in and out of you. You sit up a little and reach a hand out to cup his cheek, feeling your wetness on him, he doesn't take his eyes off of yours as his thumb finds your clit.

"Mat-" you sigh out,

"Yeah, that's it" he encourages, his eyes growing impossibly darker as he takes in the glow your sweat has left on your skin. He can feel your pussy get wetter and wetter as he fucks his fingers into you. As your back falls back onto the bed you grab your chest, your skin tingling when he wipes off the wetness around his mouth on your thigh before nipping at your skin.

Your breath quickens again, and he feels you pulse around his fingers - he looks down to see them disappear into you. His eyes move between your pussy and your face, a smug expression growing on his face as he makes an observation.

"You're gonna squirt, aren't you?" he coos.

You furrow your brows in pleasure, unable to reply as you moan out. Your vision blurs as his fingers move just the way you need them to, back arching as you feel your orgasm approach.

"there you go, pretty"

You feel your pussy gush around him, hearing him groan as you can't keep your eyes open, pleasure taking over your whole body. You can hear how wet it is as he removes his fingers to rub your clit, making you gush again. As you try to close your legs he removes his fingers from your center, kissing your thighs, stomach, hips, anywhere his lips can reach as you start to come down. He moves up your body, taking you into his arms to have you cuddled up against his side. he leaves soft kisses on your face, smiling as he sees your blissful expression despite how tired you might feel now.

When you finally open your eyes he's looking at you with a soft smirk - "might have to consider growing it out again before the season starts if that's what I get".

"Yes, please" you let out a small laugh, your voice croaky as you nuzzle further into him.

He kisses your temple "m'gonna draw you a bath, ok? be right back"

You nod, closing your eyes again, hearing him turn the water on. another moment passes before he's back, helping you out of bed and into the bathtub. It's not quite full yet, but he stays by your side until it gets to a level where he can join you without it spilling over the sides. He turns the water off before leaning in to kiss your lips.

"I'm just going to change the sheets quickly - because someone made a mess all over them - and then I'll be back"

Your cheeks flush with warmth, biting your lip. "Sorry" you drag the word out.

"Don't be" he laughs, "I love it when you squirt for me, you know that" he gives you one more kiss before going back to your bedroom. He comes back in no time, already undressed, getting into the bathtub behind you. You lay your head back on his shoulder, and smile as his beard tickles your skin softly when he kisses your neck. His hands wrap around you to rub the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Gotta get some lotion on that after" he murmurs.

You nod, humming in agreement. "There's some in the cabinet there" you point nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I know where the lotion is" and you know he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can't see it.

"Well, you didn't seem to know where your razor was" you tease.

"Who's fault was that, eh?" he tickles your side making you jolt with a laugh, splashing some water over the edge of the bathtub in the process.

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[matbaerzal]

open your eyes | T. Jost

gif by @hockeyhoetation

Request: fucking in front of a mirror gives tyson a big ego boost bc he forces you to see how good he is at pleasing you and he loves seeing his dick disappear between your folds Warnings: plotless smut; softdom!tys, oral (fem receiving), spitting, unprotected sex. Reader info: she/her Words: 1,6K

Tyson wraps his arms around you from behind. His eyes are glued on your face as you look at the details on the framing of his new massive mirror in his bedroom.

"What do you think?" he smirks.

"It's nice – really nice. Goes well with the rest of the room" you say innocently, unsuspecting.

His lips ghost the skin on your neck, making your eyes snap to his reflection, "yeah?" he's teasing you, but you don't know what for.

"Yeah, the style matches your bed," your eyes drift to the bed right behind you in the mirror.

His hands move, sneaking under your top, bunching it up at your waist. His soft touch tickles your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips kiss up the length of your neck. "Hmm, didn't think about that," he says absentmindedly between kisses.

Your breath is getting heavy as you move your head to the side to give him more space.

"Wanna know why I bought it?"

You nod as his fingers brush over your nipples, palming your breasts, your eyes closing with a sigh.

"Words, baby" he pinches one nipple as a warning.

"Why'd you buy it?"

"Open your eyes"

You do as you're told, looking at his face in the mirror. He pulls you impossibly closer as he continues to tease your nipples. His mouth is by your ear when he murmurs into your ear. "Look at yourself – you're so beautiful like this, desperate for me to touch you. And you're fucking gorgeous when you're full of my cock." You press your thighs together, feeling your pussy drip onto your panties as he continues talking. "Want you to see it, want you to look at yourself as you cum – think you can do that for me?"

"Yes"

"Good girl"

One of his hands comes out from underneath your top, wrapping softly around your neck to turn your head back towards him, kissing your lips shortly before he's peeling all your clothes off.

"Sit on the edge of the bed for me" ha says once all your clothes are on the floor. He removes his own t-shirt as you sit down and look up at him. "Spread your legs," he licks his lips, kneeling down in front of you. Your eyes follow him, swallowing in anticipation as his breath fans across your inner thighs.

He tuts, "eyes up, love"

You lean back on your hands, reluctantly lifting your gaze to look into the mirror again. You bite your lips as his back muscles flex when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh, holding you in place. His beard scratches the inside of your thigh as he leaves a kiss against your skin.

He doesn’t waste any more time, as much as he loved teasing you, this was about something else. He looks up at you briefly as his tongue licks against your clit, making sure you’re still looking in the mirror. He always felt powerful when he had you like this, being solely responsible for your pleasure, being able to draw those pretty noises from you. But he’d been away a lot lately, hadn’t been able to give you the attention you deserved – It’s not that he was worried you’d lose interest, but he wanted to show you, remind you, that he was the one making you feel like this.

You grip the sheets as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the way he works his tongue on you making it hard to sit upright. Your eyes travel to your breasts as your chest falls and rises with each breath, your hard nipples begging to be touched. Leaning your weight onto one arm you brush your fingers across your nipples, the whimper you let out as you pinch one of them making Tyson look up at you again. He smirks at the sight of you, your eyes locked onto yourself in the mirror.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Y- Fuck” he flicks his tongue against your clit, interrupting you before looking up at you, a brow arched as he waits for an answer. “Yes, so fucking good”

“Look at that pretty face of yours,” he says before his mouth is on you again. You hadn’t yet dared to look at your face, almost feeling shy to meet your own eyes, but the way he said it compells you to obey. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see yourself, everything he’s making you feel is painted across your face. He’s found the perfect pattern, set the perfect pace, and it’s like the pleasure is doubled when you’re faced with yourself in the mirror. It’s all too much, your arm gives out making you fall down onto the mattress – getting lost in the pleasure you close your eyes, palming both your breasts, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

Then he stops, “baby if you want to cum, you’ll do as I say”

A whimper near a cry leaves you when your high slips away from you. "PleaseIneedyou" your words are barely intelligible, so desperate it’s almost embarrassing.

His touch leaves you completely and when your eyes flutter open you see him unzip his jeans before he’s pushing them down, along with his boxers. Before you have time to admire him, he’s coming back to you. The way you part your legs doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he chooses to ignore it, smirking as he hooks a hand under each of your knees effortlessly moving your body. He positions you so you’re laying on the edge of the bed before he leans over you. He grabs hold of your cheek, pushing your head to the side and holding it there against the mattress giving you no choice but to look into the mirror again. He meets your eyes in the reflection, "look at you" he coos, his soft tone contrasts the way he's handling you, making your head spin. "Can't even speak properly, huh? I haven't even fucked you yet"

He looks down between your legs as he drags his tip through your folds. You can hear it as he spreads your arousal around, leaving you whimpering as he taps his cock against your clit.

"Please" you try again, "I need you"

A drop of spit falls from his mouth onto your pussy, he gathers the messy mix of your wetness and spreads it across his length as he positions his tip by your entrance. Your senses are heightened again as you look at yourself, seeing him leaning above you, his eyes locked onto his own length as he pushes into you. He groans at the sight, your lips wrapping around him coating him with arousal, leaving him glistening as he draws his hips back out slowly. He moves his hand from your cheek, resting his weight on it next to your head as he lifts one of your thighs, hooking it around his waist as he sets his pace.

Seeing yourself like this, watching as you get fucked from a different perspective, leaves you dizzy. Even though you’re more aware of how you look than ever, you don’t care – you feel so good.

Tyson sees the look on your face, his whole body warming at how confident you look. He leans down to kiss your neck, moaning your name into your ear. Your back arches as he murmurs praise into your ear, “fuck- you’re so beautiful” “you take my cock so well” “so good for me, fucking perfect”.

His grip on your thigh tightens as he fucks into you harder, leaning his forehead against your cheek for a moment as you clench around him, feeling yourself get close again. He sucks in a deep breath before leaning back up, “baby, look at me- I need you to look at me”

The blush painted across his skin and the sweat makes his skin glow. His dark eyes look into yours, a growl leaves him as your pussy clenches up again and again. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum" his voice is laced with pleasure, skin flushed and brows furrowed as he slows his pace to savor the way you feel wrapped around him.

“Play with your clit for me- yeah that’s it”

You moan out, clawing at his skin with your free hand. You feel it build in your stomach as you rub circles on your clit, he sets his hard pace again chasing his own high. Instinct takes over as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, the sounds of your hips snapping together filling the room. Your orgasms crash through you, clinging onto one another as you fuck each other through it. Your thighs shake and your toes curl as he fills you up. He stills inside of you and your hand – now covered in your juices – holds him to you as he grinds against you. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he comes down. His weight falls on you after he stills completely, wrapping his arms around you as he turns you both around, making sure he’s still inside of you.

He holds you to his chest, kissing your neck, your collarbones, your cheeks, and finally your lips. Your tongues move lazily against each other as your pulse settles again. His fingers trace patterns on your back as you rest your forehead against his. You bite your lips as you start moving your hips slowly, smirking as he groans before grabbing hold of your hips to keep you still.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he laughs.

You pout as he lifts your hips just enough for his cock to slip out, shifting your hips so you’re straddling his lower abs. “Give me another minute, yeah?” he smiles softly giving your hips a comforting squeeze.

“Feel free to get yourself off while you wait though” he winks, putting his hands behind his head.

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lmk what you think 😇

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[matbaerzal]

the guest speaker | M. Mount

This is part 1 of all the small moments series: Part 2: the early stages Part 3: so hot you're hurting my feelings Prologue: the night we met

Summary: Someone very unexpected turns up as a guest speaker at your Monday morning lecture. Reader info: student!reader, she/her A/N: I guess it's sort of an AU, but not really... I honestly winged this one a little. Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions, smutttt (in a lecture hall on your professor's desk) Words: 3,6K

The second you took your seat for your Monday morning lecture you started setting up. Setting your bag on the seat next to you to save a seat for your friend, Riley, who tends to show up late, placing your laptop in front of you and a little notebook on the side. You drank your coffee and scrolled through your phone whilst you waited, not really paying attention to the people that started filling the room.

Your professor walks in, saying his usual "good morning" to which the class usually half-heartedly replies, though they seemed more enthusiastic today as chatter filled the room. You didn't bother looking up from your phone as you texted your friend asking her how far away she was. You were actually excited for today's lecture but after a long weekend, you just needed some extra time waking up.

You'd gone out on Saturday, you hadn't had too much to drink, honestly on that side of things you felt fine. But waking up in a stranger's bed, however, had left you to spend your whole Sunday overthinking things. He’d been great, like really great, like better-than-your ex-boyfriend-had-ever-been great. You hadn’t expected it – obviously, you hope for great sex when you leave with someone, but you know better than that. You know that a stranger isn’t going to know what you like and don’t like, won’t know what gets you going, but this guy had read you like a book and made you question everything. In a state of panic, you’d left before he woke up, even the thought of the awkward morning small talk had you cringing. And although it hadn’t come up, you knew who he was, of course you did. You assumed he did this a lot, that he had a routine by now, he’d know what to say to politely hint that you should make your way home. So you convinced yourself that it’d be easier for you both if you left without a word. Riley had given you flak for it, insisting that you should’ve stayed, given him your number – but you knew it probably didn’t work like that.

With a minute left until the lecture started, Riley had left you on read, but your head lifts up when you hear her voice. “I’m right here” she answers your previous text in person with a smile – “I’m even early today” she adds, showing you the time on her phone.

“Barely” you laugh as the clock strikes 9, removing your bag from her seat.

“At least I’m on time” she whispers to you as your professor starts talking.

You roll your eyes at her, lock your phone and look down to put it in the pocket of your coat. Riley gasps quietly and taps you with the back of her hand, “is that-?”

You look back up at her, confused, but her eyes are glued on someone at the front of the lecture – you turn to look at whoever it is with a frown.

The second you see who it is, warmth floods across your face as your eyes widen, you want to slide down in your seat to hide but you’re completely frozen. The fact that you like sitting a little further back in the room would have been a comfort if it weren’t for the fact that he was already staring at you with a smirk. You got a feeling he’d been waiting for you to notice him, feeling satisfied as he now finally saw your reaction.

“We’re joined by a guest speaker today, everyone this is, well-I’m-sure-you-all-know, Mason Mount” your professor speaks, looking proud of himself.

Mason Mount snaps out of your little staring contest, softening his smile as his eyes scan the room giving a small wave. You have to physically stop yourself from making a noise at the back of your throat when his eyes land back on you, squinting his eyes at you giving you a subtle nod along with a smirk. You try to act unphased, covering your shock with a cough, but you doubt he buys it.

“This is too good” Riley whispers before she’s even uttered the words you’re shushing her, kicking her shin with your foot, resisting the urge to glare at her.

He seemed annoyingly collected as he spoke, an attitude you tried to mirror whenever his eyes lingered on you. Your notebook remains untouched, not a single word of what was being said was registering in your brain. You didn’t expect to see him again, especially not here. “He’s even hotter in daylight” Riley had whispered to you before she opened her notebook. She knows you would need to rely on her to take notes, and she’s trying her best not to freak out with you. But it became increasingly harder as you were asked to discuss a list of questions with the person beside you. She nudges you, snapping you out of it and making you look at her.

“oh, babe” she gives you a sympathetic smile, taking in the state you’re in. To her best effort she manages to not laugh at the situation. She glances to the side, eyes widening as she looks back at you – “he’s coming over”

“What? nonono”

“Get it together”

“Fuck off”

“Shush-”

“How are we getting on?” Mason speaks, giving Riley a small smile before he focuses on you, arching a brow.

“Great!” Riley answers, setting off on a thread of lies about what the two of you had been “discussing”. Mason hums and nods along, but his focus mainly stays on you and yeah, he was hotter in daylight. The dim lighting in the club had not done his eyes justice – you were sure that the iridescent light also didn’t make them reach their full potential. His hand came up to scratch through his beard and you tried your best to not let your mind wander to what his fingers had felt like inside of you.

Your professor spoke up again, making Mason jump a little. He looked over his shoulder quickly, before taking a step towards your desk.

“May I?” he spoke softly nodding his head towards your notebook and pen.

“Yeah” you manage to find your voice for the first time since he came over.

He quickly scribbles down something, before he slides your items back to you. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, lingering for just another moment before he walks back to join your professor at the front of the room. They start summarizing the lecture, but yet again Mason had left you unable to concentrate.

“Wait for me outside after?” said the writing in your notebook.

Riley leans over and reads it too, “guess our plans are cancelled then” she smirks at you. You try to protest but she won’t have it, ignoring you as she starts to pack her things up. You sigh in defeat and follow suit.

“See you all next Monday” your professor barely gets the words out before people start standing up and walking to the front of the class, phones out to no doubt ask Mason for a photo. You and Riley are some of the only ones who go straight to the door. You glance at Mason who’s already looking at you with hope in his eyes and you give him a smile and nod to confirm that you’ll wait outside.

Riley can’t help but laugh as you stop outside of the lecture hall – “honestly what are the chances?”

“Fuck me,” you say in disbelief, letting out a breath in what feels like the first time in forever.

“Oh, I’m sure he will” she teases you.

You give her a shove as people start to file out of the room, and your nerves pick up. Riley reads your body language – “you alright?”. You nod, she sees through your white lie, but knows questioning it won’t do any good, instead, she gives you a reassuring smile.

Mason and the professor walk out shortly after, exchanging the end of a conversation before your professor makes his way towards his office.

“I’ll send you the notes later” Riley walks backwards for a few steps – “have fun” she sings before she leaves you and Mason in the hallway.

“Hey” you feel shy and awkward – painfully sober – words don’t flow as easily for you without the liquid courage.

“Had a busy morning then?” he arches a brow.

“Huh?”

“On Sunday?”

You tear your eyes away from his, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks heat up – “something like that” you mumble.

“How did I do?” he tries to change the subject, but you don’t catch on.

“I’m sorry?” your eyes widen, thinking he meant he wanted you to rate his performance on Saturday.

He lets out a chuckle – “In there,” he points to the lecture hall to clarify.

“Oh, yeah” you clear your throat, embarrassed to say the least, “I- uh, I was a little distracted, but I’m sure it was fine”

“Huh, wonder why” he scratches his beard with a playful glint in his eye. “Maybe I could give you a private lecture, y’know, to catch you up on anything you might have missed”

You hope you weren’t reading into things as you grab his hand, the look he’s giving you filling you with confidence as you pull him back towards the door to the lecture hall, “sure, I won’t say no to a little repetition”

Mason looks both ways to check if anyone’s around as you open the door – there isn’t. You’ve caught him off guard, but he’s pleasantly surprised by your actions, “ok, wow”.

“Are you sure?” he breathes out as you close the door behind you two.

You let go of his hand as you walk back towards the desk, holding his eye contact as you bite your lip and nod, “can you lock the door?”

He’s quick as he turns around, fumbling a bit as he finds the lock, pulling the handle after just to double-check that it’s locked. When he turns back around you’ve taken a seat on the desk, excitement running through your body at the thought of what you’re about to do.

“You’re full of surprises,” he says as he walks towards you, his hand cautious as he touches your knee. You part your legs for him, pulling him closer.

“If anyone’s been surprised today, it’s me” you laugh.

“Didn’t expect to see me, huh?”

“Not really” you shake your head.

“I could tell” he teases, moving his hand further up your leg.

He leans in closer, his nose touches yours and a breath gets caught in your throat.

“Didn’t expect to see you today either, but fuck- I’m glad I did” he speaks as he closes his eyes.

His lips ghost yours, his breath fanning across your skin. As he finally presses his lips against yours your hands find his neck before your wrap your arms around it to keep him there. It heats up instantly as his tongue touches your bottom lips making you sink into the kiss, following his lead. For a moment you forget where you are, revelling in the feeling of his hands on you. Then as you move to lean back on one of your hands, you knock over a few items on the desk – waking you both up from the trance you’re in.

“We have to make this quick.” you breathe out as you break the kiss.

He groans, grinding into you making you feel how hard he is against your core. You toy with the hem of his crew neck, he takes the hint and pulls it off over his shoulders. You could hardly forget what he looked like, but the images burned into your memory didn’t compare to seeing him in person again. He unbuttons your jeans and looks at you as he pulls the zipper down. You bite your lip as his fingers skirt over the top of your panties.

“Mason, please”

He dips his fingers under the fabric, his free hands grabbing your neck to capture your lips in another kiss as he discovers how wet you already are. He can’t help himself, as he coats his fingers with your arousal before sinking them into you. You let out a strangled moan as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit whenever he moves his fingers. You palm him through his jeans and he leans his forehead against yours as you rub his length. You fumble with the button before you pull the zipper down, pushing his jeans along with his boxers down just enough to free his cock.

You lean away from him to gather some spit in your mouth, licking your fingers to wet them before wrapping your hand around his length. You match the slow pace of his fingers, his hips bucking into your hand a little as you wipe your thumb over his tip.

“Fuck-” he swears under his breath, furrowing his brows “do you have a condom?”. He sounds desperate as he stills his fingers. It takes you a second to process his words, your mind blank from the pleasure, but you’re nodding frantically when you do.

“Yeah, I think so” you look down at your bag on the floor and he removes his fingers from you to let you get what you need, your pussy clenches at the loss. Your feet touch the ground, as you bend down to look for your clutch wallet in your bag. You open it once you find it, sighing out in relief as you find a condom tucked into one of the pockets. You stand up and hand it to him, taking the moment he uses to open it and roll it on to peel your jeans down your legs along with your panties.

You turn to face the desk, looking over your shoulder as you lean forward, supporting your weight on one hand. His eyes grow darker when you lift your leg up to rest your knee on the desk. Mason grabs your hip, looking down as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. You can faintly hear the lecture going on in the room next door, and he meets your eyes again. He pushes his tip in, squeezing your hip as you gasp out.

“Gonna have to be quiet, can you do that for me?” he murmurs, leaning forward to give your shoulder a kiss.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He wraps his arm around you, grabbing your neck to turn your head further back so he can kiss you as he pushes his dick all the way in. You hum a quiet moan into the kiss as he sets a slow pace at first. He snaps his hips harder against you leaving you gasping into his mouth. He can’t help the breathy groan that leaves him as you clench around him, and he hides his face in your neck, moving one hand to cover your mouth as the other finds your clit.

“Fuck- you take me so well” his voice is hushed as he speaks against your skin. You moan into his hand, clenching down on him again as his fingers circle your clit. Your legs start to feel weak and your grip the edge of the desk to hold yourself up. He reads you like an open book, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this – so he pulls out.

“Wanna see your face” he turns you around and lifts you up, putting you on the desk with ease. He guides you to lay down and pushes your top up to reveal your bra, pulling that down to play with your nipples as he nudges his nose against yours and you chase his lips. He moves down your body, smirking up at you as he licks your nipples on his way down and you arch your back to press your chest into him.

You move your legs to rest your knees on his shoulders as he settles between your legs. He softly kisses your clit before wrapping his lips around it, his tongue licks through your folds and he groans as he tastes your arousal. “I can’t get enough of you,” he thinks out loud, before sucking your clit into his mouth unable to help himself from savouring you despite where you are.

“Mason” you urge him with a breathy moan, trying to remind him that you really don’t have time for this, no matter how much you want it. He hums against you to tease you, making you pull his hair to get his mouth off you.

“Mason, please fuck me”

“So polite” he smiles, kissing your stomach before he’s standing up, your legs falling off his shoulders in the process but he catches them, letting them rest on the inside of his elbows. He grips your thighs to slide you to the edge of the desk and you reach a hand down to guide his tip to your entrance. He sinks into you, and lets go of your right leg to cup your cheek as he kisses you. You can hear how wet you are as his cock slides in and out, making you whimper into the kiss.

His hips find the perfect pace, the way he’s fucking into you has your toes curling. He adjusts the angle of his hips, brushing past your g-spot with every thrust now – the moan you let out can’t be helped and he quickly moves his hand to cover your mouth again. Once you’ve quieted down he taps two fingers against your lips, a silent ask for you to part them. You suck his fingers into your mouth, he pulls them out once you’ve wet them for him, sneaking his hand between your bodies to find your clit. You feel him everywhere, and it overwhelms you with pleasure – you throw your head back and bite down on your own hand to suppress another moan.

Mason admires the way your skin glows with sweat, he knows you’re close by the way your pussy flutters around him having committed it to memory from the last time. You felt heavenly, your pussy wrapped around him might drive him crazy.

“You gonna cum for me?” he urges you as he could feel himself get closer and closer as well – there was no way he’d cum without seeing you unravel first.

You nod, you remove your hand from your mouth but you can’t find the words, a shuddering breath leaving you instead.

“Good girl – that's a good fucking girl,” he murmurs into your ear, his words sink into your skin, warming you up. You arch into him, your hand grips onto his hair to pull him close making his lips ghost yours. Your other hand searches for something to grab onto as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more, on the verge of snapping. He grabs your free hand in his, pinning it by the side of your head as he keeps his perfect pace. Your pussy starts to flutter around him as your orgasm starts to run through you.

“That’s it” he coos, capturing your lips in a kiss to swallow your moans, fucking you through your high as his own approaches. With another couple of frantic thrusts, he spills into the condom, kissing you harder to suppress his groan. His hands wrap around you, pulling you up, through your hazy mind you wrap your own arms over his shoulders as he buries his head in your neck. You breathe heavily in unison, and you feel him smile against your skin making you let out a laugh.

“Fuck me” you swear, still wrapping your head around the fact that you’d just fucked Mason on your professor’s desk. Knowing that every Monday from now, there was no way you’d be able to pay attention.

“I just did” he leans back to look at you with a smirk, “but by all means, I’ll do it again”

Your head falls to his chest with a laugh – “maybe not here” you scrunch your nose as you look back up at him.

He can’t help but kiss you, “you’re probably right”.

He squeezes your hip reassuringly as he slides out of you before looking for a bin. He sees one under the desk, and while you stand up he walks over to discard the condom. Your legs feel a little weak as you find your panties and jeans. Looking over you see Mason covering the condom with a few pieces of paper, and your cheeks flush with warmth at the thought of anyone finding it.

You both get dressed and for the first time since you met him, he seems a little shy, the fact that the last time you’d slept together you’d left without a word hitting him now. He clears his throat before speaking, lacking the confidence he usually has – “do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” his eyes study yours as he waits for your answer

“Not yet” you hum taking a step towards him.

“Can I take you out?” he’s slightly more confident, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I’d really like that” you smile.

“Yeah?” He grins before adding “can I borrow your notebook again?”

“Uh- sure” you’re confused, but entertain him nonetheless, grabbing your bag to fish out your notebook and pen before handing them to him. He flips to the page he wrote on earlier and scribbles down something quickly before handing it back to you.

“I’m not letting you leave before I give you my number this time” he gives you a pointed but playful look.

— — —

Next part >

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount smut #op:w #op:smut #football imagine #all the small moments fic

[matbaerzal]

what id give to have mat balls deep inside of me and holding my hands as we both reach our highs

I got this request ages ago, but I felt inspired to finish it tonight by a certain someone's gifset (thanks @ryanpulock , this is your fault.. there's no beard in this one though, sorryyy) Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (use a condom bbys) Words: 1,1K

You hadn't seen Mat in months. He'd gone home during the off-season, and you'd stayed in New York.

Things between you were complicated - well, no, more like unclear. You would tell people you were friends, but everyone knew that was a lie, but you weren't dating either. For all you knew, he could be seeing other people too, and he'd have every right to. When you first started sleeping together, you were seeing other people. But as things developed between you, you'd stopped seeing those people, and now the last time you had sex was the last time you saw Mat.

He'd spent a little time in New York before going home, and the two of you wanted to try something new. So you both went and got tested, and as soon as you were both clear you had the best sex of your life for a whole week. Feeling him bare inside of you filling you with his cum had been so intimate, and something had shifted between you two, but you never talked about it. It wasn't like you'd not kept in touch, you talked almost every day. But now that he was home you just assumed he'd live his life in B.C., even though you couldn't bring yourself to sleep with someone else, you wouldn't blame him for doing so - at least you tried your best to not get jealous thinking about it.

Mat had come back to Long Island last night and was on his way over right now and before you know it there's a knock on your door. You barely have time to take him in after opening the door before his lips are attached to yours.

"Fuck, I've missed you" he moves you both into your apartment before he pushes you against the door, closing it in the process, hands roaming your body as his lips find your neck.

You moan - "I've missed you too" your hands finding his hair, threading through it finally after all this time.

You stumble your way to your bedroom, lips attached, only breaking apart to laugh as your feet trip up a little every now and then.

"Need you" he begs, clawing at your clothes - you find yourself nodding in agreement.

Time's a blur as your clothes find their way onto the floor, your bodies landing in your bed. He's between your legs drawing sounds of pleasure from you with his tongue.

"Taste so fuckin' good for me"

His grip on you makes it near impossible for you to move your hips the way you desperately need to when his grunts vibrate against your clit. It's almost embarrassing how fast you cum, but you don't care as he smirks against you. His lips mark the path as he makes his way up your body.

"I wanna feel you around me, all of you" he's breathless, pausing for a moment before adding. "I don't- I haven't slept with anyone since-" hopefully searching your eyes as he trails off.

Your body flushes with warmth, "I haven't either"

There's something in the way he looks at you that you can't quite place, it remains unspoken as his lips find yours again. You break the kiss with a moan as he drags the tip of his cock between your lips, teasing your clit.

"You want it?" he murmurs.

"Yes Mat, please" you breathe out.

He spits onto his hand before spreading it on his length, notching his cock at your entrance before pushing in, filling you up inch by inch. You grab his arms, breathing deeply to adjust to him after all this time. His thumb flicks your clit as he stays still deep inside of you. He drops his forehead against yours as you clench around him.

"it's even better than I remembered, fuck-"

You moan his name as his thumb continues flicking against you but his hips stay still - "please, fuck me"

He kisses your lips, speaking against your lips "wanna make you cum like this for me - wanna feel your pussy as you cum around me".

You whimper, clenching around him again, feeling yourself get wetter from his words.

He leans back to watch your face, holding your hip with one hand letting you move your hips just slightly as his thumb finds the perfect pace, circling your clit in sync with your breath. He speeds up when he notices your breaths getting shorter watching your pleasure-ridden face as you try to fuck yourself on his cock to no avail.

He remembers this part clearly. The way your pussy flutters around him, how your back arches, and the look on your face - "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"yes, please please keep going"

He groans out as your orgasm hits you, holding your hip tighter as your legs start to shake, pleasure taking over your body. His thumb doesn't give up until the wave has passed, giving you just a moment before he starts moving his hips.

Your hands desperately search for something to hold as your senses go into overload. He hooks your thighs on his waist before leaning down, taking your hands in his and pressing them down to the mattress on each side of your head. His nose brushes against yours as he sets a slow pace, grinding against you each time he bottoms out.

You feel him everywhere, your body tingling with the way he's making you feel. The look in his eyes from earlier is still there as you gaze into them, only now you know what it is - it's in your eyes too.

His name leaves your lips as you squeeze his hands.

"I know, me too baby" he murmurs.

His lips find yours again, barely leaving them until you're both panting, breaths mixing together as you both reach your highs. He puts his weight on you when you've come down, knowing you don't mind - knowing you actually love to feel him on top of you. He nuzzles into your neck as he slips out of you and you sigh when you feel his lips on your skin. Your fingers switch between tracing patterns on his back and brushing through his hair. His lips kiss you wherever he can reach as his hands get reacquainted with your curves. You're not sure how long you stay cuddled up, but it doesn't feel long enough when he starts to move away from you.

"C'mon," he pulls you with him to the bathroom where he turns the shower on. As you take turns washing each other, you feel his love for you through his hands. Neither of you needs to say it, you both know now, but he still presses you against the shower wall, tilting your head up to kiss you.

"I love you"

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #op:smut #nhl imagine #op:blurb #op:w #barzy:talk

[matbaerzal]

the early stages | M. Mount

This is part 3 of all the small moments series: Part 1: the guest speaker Part 3: so hot you're hurting my feelings Prologue: the night we met

Summary: As you and Mason get to know each other you try to figure out what the two of you need to make things work. Reader info: student!reader, she/her A/N: thanks for all the kind words on the first part :) It wasn't mentioned in the first part because I honestly didn't plan that far, but the reader is studying something sports-related (like physiotherapy or sport psychology) at St. Mary's University! Warnings: uni stress (?), swearing, smut; unprotected sex. Words: 5K

After Mason gave you his number you’d agreed that he’d pick you up later for your date, giving you both some time to take a much-needed shower. He’d picked out a low-key restaurant, sending you the details beforehand so you could study the menu as you got ready.

Sitting at the table across from him felt strangely formal, compared to your other two encounters at least. You weren’t sure how to act at first but the longer the two of you talked and got to know each other, the more comfortable you got.

You smile at the waitress and thank her as she places your food in front of you. The conversation you’d been having dies down a little as you take the first few bites of your food. His brown eyes looking at you softly to catch your reaction, he silently asks you what you think as he chews his own food. You nod instantly, humming to let him know you like it.

“Amazing,” you say as you’ve finally swallowed.

“Mmm- You’ve gotta try this too,” Mason says, his hand in front of his mouth as he hadn’t finished chewing before he spoke. Gathering the essential parts of his dish on a fork and offering it to you over the table. You take a quick sip of water before leaning over the table a little, meeting his eyes as you accept his offer. He holds the fork for you as you take the bite, and your cheeks flush with warmth at the intimacy of the gesture.

“It’s my favourite,” he says, watching you intently, and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks.

“It’s really good- do you wanna try some of mine?” you offer. Before he’s even said yes, his fork has reached over the table and grabbed a bit of your dish making you laugh at his eagerness.

He then picks up where you’d left the conversation before your food arrived, reminding you where in your story you were. Your heart picks up at the level of attention he’s paying you – it’s minimal effort, but an effort not a lot of guys show. The way he’s looking at you as you speak, hanging onto every word, makes you realize how wrong you’d been in leaving that morning.

“So-” he begins after you’ve finished your story, not yet knowing how he wants to word himself.

“Mhm,” you say, wiping a napkin over your mouth delicately.

“Yesterday morning” he arches a brow a little sheepishly, the way he says it sounds like a question.

You were far from the first girl he’d taken home, but no one had ever walked out before he woke up. It left him caught off guard – he surprised himself as he felt disappointed that the bed was empty next to him. Sure, the sex had been great, really great, but honestly, you’d intrigued him from the first moment you met by the bar. You were funny, sweet, and you had really kind eyes.

You feel a little embarrassed, making you avoid his gaze for a moment as you collect yourself. All day yesterday you’d tried to convince yourself that leaving before he woke up was the right thing to do – that it saved you both trouble and you were unlikely to see each other again anyway. But when you saw him this morning it was like the universe was telling you how wrong you had been.

“I guess I freaked myself out a little” you don’t know how else to put it.

“How come?”

You huff out a breath, “the morning after is always awkward, right?”

He scrunches his nose a little and nods.

“And I made some assumptions-” you take a moment to think, choosing your words carefully, “-about you. Which I realize wasn’t fair, but in the moment I figured I’d save us the awkwardness of you trying to get me to leave”

He lets your words sink in for a second – you didn’t need to tell him what assumptions you’d made, and he couldn’t really blame you either. Sure, he’d normally at least offer his overnight guests tea to be polite, but he rarely had intentions of seeing them again. You had no way of knowing that he didn’t normally talk and smile and laugh as much as he had with you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, making him smile

“No, it’s ok, I understand” his eyes are genuine before he smirks, “you missed out on a hell of a breakfast though, not to mention tea.”

You laugh, a small weight lifts off your shoulders from his joke about it and you smirk back – “I’ll believe it when I see it”

“Well, are you free this weekend?” he quips, hoping to get a chance to prove himself.

“Yeah” you bite your lip.

— — —

You were late.

For the first time, you were late for your class. The tables had turned, and Riley was having too much fun pointing it out to you in your text messages.

You’d ended up seeing Mason again during the weekend. He’d had a match on Saturday, but he picked you up after to take you back to his place, where he made you both dinner. You ended up on the couch after, putting on a series which you both ignored, too caught up in each other’s lips. Inevitably you ended up in his bedroom, where he had you moaning out his name in pleasure, coming on his tongue and then his cock as you rode him. The next morning, as promised, he made you breakfast, which you ate in bed, along with a cup of tea. Then he had to go to training for a bit, but he told you to make yourself at home while he was gone. You took a shower in his absence, unable to help yourself from snooping at what kind of products he had. Then you got comfortable on his couch, continuing the show you’d “watched” the day before until he came back. He had the rest of the day off, and he kept telling you to let him know when you wanted to go home. He knew you had a lecture the next day – how could he forget? But you didn’t want to leave, and before you knew it, it was late. He was the one that noticed, urging you both up off the couch so he could drive you home.

You’d gotten back to your place at a reasonable-ish time in the end but he’d occupied your mind completely, and at one point you gave up even trying to sleep because you didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, you’d put on your favorite series and watched who knows how many episodes before sleep finally took over your body. One too many snoozes to your alarm the next morning had left you scrambling out of bed when Riley called you. She knew you must’ve slept in or something when she didn’t get a text from you before class. You’d thrown on the first outfit you came across and ran out the door – breakfast be damned.

You were out of breath when you walked into your lecture hall over half an hour late, avoiding the stares you’d attracted as you walked to your seat. Riley moved her bag out of your seat, and slid a breakfast muffin and a coffee over to you, “coffee’s probably cold, but-” she whispered with a shrug.

“Thank you” you sigh out in relief.

You hastily pull out your laptop and notebook, but as you flip open your notebook you’re quickly reminded of how the next few hours will play out for you. His handwriting stares back at you before you flip the page over to an empty one, lifting your eyes to the desk at the front of the room. The desk where you and Mason had fucked only a week ago. Riley looks at you, and bites her tongue – you’d told her, of course – maybe one day she could joke about it without you turning into an embarrassed mess.

You lose count of the number of times your thoughts wander, having to physically shake your head out of it. Having an essay due in a few weeks, you can’t keep going like this. He was going to make you fail this module at this rate – no, it wouldn’t be fair to blame him, you think. But you couldn’t afford to let a guy come before your studies, no matter how perfect he seemed. And, you’d only known him a couple weeks.

You need to set some rules for yourself – you can still meet up with him, but you do have to prioritize your education. So after he texts you after your lecture to see if you’re free on Wednesday evening, you tell yourself you have to turn him down. You suggest the weekend instead, but that doesn’t work out for him. And that’s how it goes the following week too, neither of you finding a time that fits into your schedule. With your deadline coming up you’re getting more and more stressed, leaving his messages unanswered for hours as you turn your phone off to study. You feel stupid using the same excuse over and over, there’s only so much you can blame your studies before it becomes repetitive. And you don’t want to bother him too much with the fact that you’re stressed either, he definitely has more important things to worry about.

— — —

Four days before your essay’s due Riley begs you to take some time off and message Mason to see if he has time to meet up. She convinces you to let go of the books for an evening, but your hopes aren’t high as you send a text to Mason. You’re surprised when he says yes, but he lets you know he only has a few hours to spare so he suggests he drives over to your place in Twickenham. You both settle on getting a coffee and going for a little walk by the Thames. You have a little over half an hour to make yourself presentable as he said he would drive as soon as he could.

Time goes by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it he’s calling you to let you know he’s found a parking spot and is waiting outside. You grab a coat and let him know you’ll be right down as you give your two roommates a nonchalant wave when you walk out the door.

“Hi” you breathe out when you see him, a little out of breath from rushing down the stairs of your building.

“Hey” he greets you with a brief hug.

Having not seen him in what felt like so long, the ice that had been broken between you felt like it had frozen over again – at least just a little bit.

“There’s this cute café right around the corner, coffee’s really good” you nudge your head in its direction.

“Lead the way,” he smiles.

You make small talk as you wait for your coffees, catching up but only scratching the surface really. You try to steer the conversation over to him because the only thing you’d been up to lately was burying yourself in books and articles and you’d rather not think about that right now. He opens the door for you as you walk out, following your lead as you made your way to the trail next to the river.

“Enough about me, how have you been?” he takes a sip of his coffee, making a hum of approval when he tastes it.

You breathe out a laugh, trying to mask the stress you’ve been under – “I’ve been alright” you try.

“Yeah?” he’s asking you to elaborate.

“There’s just a lot to do right now,”

“Yeah, I figured. How’s your essay going?”

You take a sip of your coffee as you think about how to answer him – “honestly, It’s really stressing me out” you decide to admit.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m so behind on everything. I’ve got one essay due in four days, and another one a week after that, and then there’s work placement. And I feel like I don’t have time to do anything else between all of that. And then there’s you- I’ve felt so bad for not making an effort, and I know how it must look – like using the same excuse over and over-“. You notice how long you’ve been talking as you reach the river, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your outburst. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ramble on like that”

“Hey, no.” he shakes his head, turning towards you, reaching out to put a caring hand on your shoulder, “you don’t have to apologize for rambling.” he gives you a stern but soft look. “and you don’t have to feel bad for being busy, if anyone knows how life can get in the way sometimes, it’s me”

You take a deep breath as you look into his eyes – it’s like his gaze warms you up from the inside out.

“Now, do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction?” He smiles.

There’s no doubt in your mind when you answer him – “a distraction, please”

He rests his arm over your shoulder as you start walking down the path, and as he sets off on an embarrassing story from his childhood, your hand finds a place on his back. He’s already successfully taken your mind off it because all you can think about is how nice and natural this feels. His hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth, squeezing it slightly whenever he laughs. His whole body leaning into you whenever something’s particularly funny.

Eventually, you turn around and walk back the way you came, and as you walk down a narrower part of the path a lady with her dog is coming to pass you. The dog stops by you and Mason removes his hand from your shoulder as you both give the dog a cuddle. It’s a brief interaction as the lady gives you a smile but continues on her way and calls for her dog. Your hand brushes against his as you start walking again, and just as you think about how much you want to hold it, his fingers intertwine with yours.

“I’d really like to see you again soon,” he says as you get closer to your place again.

“Yeah, me too” you smile, squeezing his hand gently.

“How about – after you’ve submitted your essay, of course – we have dinner at my place. You can stay over again if you’d like”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect” You smile.

— — —

You ended up going to Mason’s the day after you’d submitted your essay. He had training in the evening, so it did get a little late but you insisted it was fine that the two of you just watched a movie or something. You could go for brunch together in the morning and have dinner some other time.

You were actually grateful that you ended up staying in, feeling perfectly content in your comfy clothes cuddled into Mason’s side on the couch – with your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around you had found its way under your hoodie tracing circles on the skin of your back. You’re both wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, the cold weather outside calling for cozy attire.

“Ahh, don’t go in there” he comments on the scary movie you’d put on, pulling you closer to him as one of the characters goes into a room they shouldn’t.

You let out a small laugh at his reaction, feeling his body tense up a little under you – “are you scared?” you tease him.

“No” he scoffs only to flinch at a jumpscare a second later, making you fully laugh at him.

“Mhm, very convincing” you smile.

“Finding this funny, are you?” he arches a brow as he looks down at you.

“Yeah, it’s good to know who’d be saving who if it ever came to it”

“Oh yeah?” his fingers tickle your side, and despite your best effort to hide it, your body reacts, trying to shy away from his touch. He quickly moves you both so you’re under him, using both hands to tickle your sides now.

“Mason!” you stammer through your laughter, trying to push his hands away before you surrender, covering your face with your hands, trying to wiggle away. He stops tickling you, a smug smirk on his face when you look at him again.

“So you’d tickle them to death?” you know it’s not the best idea to poke fun at him again, but you can’t help it. The look he gives you almost makes you regret it, but as he pins your hands over your head and puts his weight on you, you really don’t.

“Yeah, I’d tickle them to death,” he says sarcastically, as he moves your hands slightly to adjust his grip to one hand. His free hand finds your waist, where he’d tickled you earlier, you tense up, expecting him to tickle you again. Instead, his fingertips ghost your skin making you shiver. You spread your legs, biting your lip as you feel him against your core.

You forget all about the movie and your teasing as his lips find yours. He frees your hands to support himself above you, you don’t waste a second before threading your fingers through his hair. As he adjusts his positioning he rubs against you, and despite the layers of clothing between you two, you can’t help the moan you let out against his lips. He smirks into the kiss as you wrap your legs around him, urging him to do it again. Grabbing your hip with one hand he starts grinding against you.

“Mason” moments earlier he’d had you saying his name in protest, but now it’s nothing but a plead.

“Yes?” he’s got that smug look on his face still as he grinds against you even firmer than before. You feel him hardening against you as you start to move your hips to match his movements. His hand sneaks up under your hoodie again, and he knew you weren’t wearing a bra but he still can’t help but smile as he feels the bare skin. As he palms your breast, his thumb brushes over your hard nipple. Your body leans into his touch, a whimper falling from your lips.

“Mase” you try again, you want more, need more, but the words don’t come out.

“Tell me what you need baby,”

You gasp quietly as he lifts your hoodie to reveal your chest. It’s the first time that word has left his lips, you realize. Baby – it sends a wave of warmth through your body, it’s like you can feel his gaze on you as his brown eyes take you in. He’s watching you intently as he waits for you to answer,

“More, I need more”

“Yeah?” he smiles before leaning down to kiss your neck. He nips at your skin before moving down, leaving a kiss between your breasts, his hips stopping. as his lips wrap around your nipple and his thumb continues to play with the other, you don’t know if you’re whimpering at the loss of friction or from the way his mouth feels on you. The little noises you make are like music to his ears.

“This what you wanted?” he speaks against your skin, looking up at you as he continues to suck on your nipples.

You lift your hips, missing the fiction. You shake your head – “need you”

“M’ right here, baby”

Baby – there it is again. You know you’ve soaked through your panties at this point.

You claw at his hoodie, urging him to take it off – the second after it lands next to the couch he’s lifting your hoddie over your head as well. Your hands travel down his back as he captures your lips in a kiss, your fingers sneaking beneath the waistband of his sweatpants as your tongues meet. You push the material past his bum along with his underwear. He hums into the kiss as he helps you remove his clothes, lips not leaving yours once as he kicks the material off his legs.

“Lemme taste you,” he says as his hands urge your sweatpants off too, You’re nodding as you lift your hips for him, making it easier for him to pull them down. He leaves your panties on, smirking as he sees the darkened, glistening fabric between your legs.

“Look at you” he coos.

You sink into the couch as he makes himself comfortable between your legs. He bites his lip as he grabs the crotch of your panties, sliding the fabric back and forth to tease you making you buck your hips up.

“Stop teasing” you thread your fingers through his hair and he kisses the inside of your thigh as he slides your panties to the side. You gasp as his tongue licks through your folds, flicking against your clit before he closes his mouth around it working his tongue against you just how you like it. He quickly breaks away to remove your underwear, his mouth is back on you the second your last item of clothing is off. He hums against you as you grip his hair again, tighter this time. He nuzzles into you as he pins one of your thighs to the couch, grabbing a hold of the other. Your chest rises and falls with every breath you take at the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Want you to cum on my tongue” his voice has grown rougher, the short glimpse you get of his swollen pink lips has your hips chasing after his touch.

“Please”

His mouth is back on you in a second, the vibration from his hums making it hard to keep your eyes open – you throw your head back feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. You say his name breathily, you want to tell him to keep going, that you’re almost there, but he knows. He repeats the pattern of his tongue on you until your toes are curling as pleasure takes over your body, running through you like a wave. He works you through your high, moaning as he tastes you, when you pull him off you by his hair he rests his forehead against your stomach. He smiles against your skin, leaving a kiss there before he moves up your body.

“Hi,” he says cheekily when he’s level with your face. Your eyes blink open, a lazy smile on your face when he leans in for a short kiss. “Hey” you murmur, your hand scratching softly through his stubble. You feel his hard length against your thigh and lick your lips as your mind runs, trying to figure out what you want next. You talked about it briefly the last time you spent the night, and the thought of getting off the couch to search for a condom really wasn’t tempting.

“Wanna ride you,” you say.

“Yeah?” he bites his lip, his head turning to locate the nearest condom, but you turn it back to look at you.

“Wanna feel all of you” you feel shy as you say it out loud.

He has to keep himself from groaning as he searches your eyes, swallowing it down to double-check if he’d heard you right – “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you push on his shoulder to signal him to sit down on the couch so you can straddle him.

His eyes darken as you take your seat in his lap, grabbing the base of his cock as you lift your hips up. He runs his tip through your folds, tapping it a couple times against your clit before he leads it to your entrance so you can sink down on him. You go slowly, grabbing his shoulders, gasping as you take him inch by inch.

He throws his head back – “shit-” he runs a hand through his hair “fuck, you feel good”

You lean your forehead against his as he picks his head back up, taking a moment to savor him. His hands grab your hips as you wrap your arms around him over his shoulders. His fingers sink into your skin as you start to move. You lean back again, making it easier to find a good pace as you ride him – whimpering at how deep inside of you his bare cock is, how it feels. You grind on him, just the way you’d found out he likes, the way that leaves him a groaning mess underneath you. He uses the grip he has on your hips to help your movements, so tight you can feel his nails biting into your skin.

“Look at you baby, taking me so well” he moans, biting his lips as he watches the way your pussy takes his cock before looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. You nod, nails scratching at his chest softly – “love how you feel inside of me”

You feel yourself nearing the edge again, brows furrowing as he hits all the right places inside of you when he starts to move his hips to match the way you move. He moves a hand to rub his fingers against your clit, desperate to see you cum for him. He takes deep breaths as he feels your pussy flutter around him, holding off his own orgasm as he fucks you through yours. You look unbelievable on top of him, skin glowing, pleasure painted across your face.

“I’m gonna-” his voice breaks, “where do you want it?” he manages to let out.

You lift your hips and he slips out of you, your weak legs manage to move so you’re between his legs to take his tip into your mouth as your hand wraps around his length. It doesn’t take him long until he’s spilling into your mouth with the way you’re working your hand and mouth on him. As his warm load fills your mouth you swallow around him, looking up at him, watching his rosy chest rise and fall as he catches his breath. When he comes to, he cups your cheek, urging you back up so he can kiss you. It’s soft and breathy, interrupted by smiles and small laughs.

You leave him on the couch to make a quick trip to the bathroom. When you come back he gets up from the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his bedroom. After you both get ready for bed and get comfortable under the sheets it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep

— — —

You both have a slow morning, waking up and falling back asleep a couple times before you get out of bed. You decide to go straight for brunch, having a quick snack with your tea instead of making breakfast before getting ready. He brings you to his favourite local café and gives you a couple recommendations from the menu as you wonder what to order.

As you eat he asks you about your studies, hoping to get on the topic of your stress again to see if there was something he could do to ease your mind.

“I do have another essay coming up pretty soon” you give him a half-assed smile. “Haven’t started it yet but I think I know what I want to write about.”

“Do you get stressed out, like you did last time, for every essay?” he says from a place of worry.

“More or less” you laugh, but it’s humorless.

He gives you a familiar look, the same pointed but soft look he’d given you after you’d apologized for rambling to him when you went for a walk. “Ok, so-” he starts, pausing to make sure you’re listening. You are, of course, you hang on to every word he says. “I don’t care if you have to write or study or whatever, I’d just like to see you more often – I promise I won’t distract you” he smiles, reaching a hand across the table to hold yours. “Well, I’ll try not to” he adds with a laugh.

“I’d like that” your cheeks feel warm under his gaze.

“I might be of some help too, y’know,” he says smugly, “in one of your subjects, at least” he winks.

“Nothing personal, but you’d do more damage than good then,” you admit.

“Oh?” he laughs.

“I can’t even concentrate in that lecture hall because of you”

“Because of me?”

You nod.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that dragged me in there and asked me to lock the door” he teases you.

“Yeah, yeah” you brush him off, unable to keep the smile off your face. “I’m just saying I don’t need more images of you teaching me in my head,” you say before thinking.

“Not into roleplay then,” he smirks.

“Shut up” you slap his hand.

He clears his throat, his smile softening before he speaks again – “no, but seriously if you need help studying I could at least try to help out”

“Thank you”

As you finish eating, he feels a little more at ease, knowing that you now knew that you didn’t need to isolate yourself whenever you got busy with university – knowing that he might be able to see you more often. You feel a little more at ease too, knowing he doesn’t expect you to drop everything so you could see each other, you don’t expect that from him either. It wouldn’t be easy to find the time all the time, but with a mutual understanding, you have a chance to make it work.

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[matbaerzal]

josty with a breeding kink loves fucking you senseless and filling you up with his cum after seeing you spend all evening playing with the kids at your family gathering

warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, cumplay, swearing. a/n: I cheekily linked another cumplay blurb, it's not necessary to read before this, but I couldn't resist the self-promo! words: 700 tagging: @princessphilly for the VDay breeding challenge 👀

On the drive back home from the family gathering, his mind wandered. He knew he wanted kids, more specifically he knew he wanted kids with you – couldn't wait to see what a great mother you'd be, couldn't wait to try his best to be a great father. The two of you had already discussed it, and had thrown out condoms a while ago – you weren't actively trying yet, didn't really keep an eye on your cycle and all that, but you wouldn't mind at all if it happened.

He'd lost his mind the first time he came inside of you, completely mesmerized. He loved seeing your pussy covered in his cum, pushing it back inside of you with his fingers, giving both you and him a taste afterward.

He's pressing you against the wall when you get home, kissing your neck, "wanna give you a baby" it slips past his lips, spoken against your skin.

Your eyes widen, whimpering at his words – "Tys"

"You want that?" he leans back to look at you, "want me to fuck a baby in you?"

You're nodding before you can find the words – "fuck- please Tyson"

You rush to your bedroom, your clothes removed as you go, leaving you both in your underwear as you reach your bed. He wastes no time unclasping your bra before he urges you onto the bed. He pulls down his boxers before he joins you, his fingers finding your covered pussy as he kisses you. He groans into the kiss when he feels that you've soaked through your panties already.

"So nice and wet for me, ready to take my cock"

"Please, I need it"

He pulls your panties down your legs before pinning one of your legs to your chest, running his tip through your folds, biting his lip as he teases your clit. He sinks into you with ease, squeezing your thigh as you gasp.

He sets a slow but hard pace, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He's making you feel so good, but you need more.

"Need you deeper" you beg.

He nods, pulling out to grab a pillow that he smoothly puts under your hips with your help. You both moan out at the new angle, with your hips elevated you're able to feel him even deeper inside of you. "That's it, baby" he coos as you clench around him, "that pretty pussy of yours is begging for my cum, you want it?"

"Please, please, give it to me" you cry out.

He wraps both arms around your thighs, using his hands to pin your stomach down as he thrusts into you. One of your hands comes down to play with your clit, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge, the other grabbing your chest, teasing your own nipple.

"Hold on- fuck- m' almost there" he urges you as he notices how close you are.

You notice how close he is as well, your whole body warming up at the thought of him filling you up, "come for me Tys, give me your cum"

He growls, his thrusts getting more determined. The room fills with the sound of your skin slapping against each other along with your breathy moans as you reach your highs together. Your pussy flutters around him as you feel his load spill inside of you. You remove your fingers from your clit as it gets sensitive, his hips stuttering until he's emptied himself into you.

He's breathing heavily, as he leans down to kiss you – it's sloppy as you both catch your breaths. He breaks apart before kissing your forehead, lifting himself up again to pull out of you, watching your pussy intently to see some of his cum dripping out. He catches it with his tip, his hand holding the base of his length.

"Don't want to waste a drop" he says as he pushes his cum back into you with his cock, fucking you still, slowly, despite how sensitive he feels. It's messy and filthy, but the look on your face when his thumb finds your clit keeps him going until you're cumming around him again.

#tyson jost #tyson jost smut #tyson jost imagine #nhl smut #op:smut #op:w #jost:talk #vdaybreedchallenge

[matbaerzal]

hands to myself | A. Beauvillier

Summary: Anthony can't keep his eyes, or hands, off you – but the fundraiser you're at really isn't the time or place. Warnings: swearing, teasing in public, plotless smut; a lot of boob-play, titty fucking, nipple biting/pinching, fingering, unprotected sex. also, pls excuse my french. Words: 2,8K Tagging: @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 hi 👀 @matbarzyy thank you for your help 💕

The cowl neck dress you were wearing called for you to go braless, and the cold air you were met with outside before you went into the venue had made your nipples hard instantly. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Anthony, the fabric was dark and hid it well enough, but he knew. Before the charity event had even started he wanted to pull down the material to get his mouth on your skin, and if he had to suffer for hours then so did you.

In a room full of people there was only so much he could do to tease you, but he found a way.

As a photographer approached you, he wrapped a hand tightly around your waist, slowly but surely moving it up until his hand was dangerously close to actually palming your breast. You both knew he was skirting the line of what was appropriate, and that it was only the beginning of his antics. And later as you were mingling with some people from the foundation he had you pressed against him, trying to be subtle as he checked out your cleavage anytime he looked over at you.

His teammates had caught on though, only because he couldn’t stop staring, practically drooling over you. Mat had called him out on it, making him blush as the rest of the guys laughed at him, luckily you were at the bar at the time so you were spared the embarrassment of your boyfriend's inability to control himself. You could tell though, as his cheeks were still red when you came back, and because he kept his hands to himself when you sat down next to him.

You missed it now though, the attention, the rush of the risk.

You do your best to focus on the conversation around the table as you try to think of how you’re going to get Tito to touch you again. You knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate, but you couldn’t care less, not when you’d probably already soaked through your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs every time you pressed your thighs together. As you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom it’s with every intention of teasing him that you adjust your straps and run your hands over your chest to smooth out the fabric. Smiling innocently at him you finally stand up and walk towards the bathrooms. You give him a glance over your shoulder, biting your lip as he watches you walk away.

– – –

As you reapply your lipstick, a thought pops into your head. After looking around, making sure you’re alone, you play with your nipples until they’re hard again – it doesn’t take long. You adjust your dress once again so it’d be impossible for Tito not to notice before grabbing your bag and making your way out.

The first thing you’re met with when you open the door is him leaning against the opposite wall, his eyes instantly falling to your chest.

“My eyes are up here” you joke.

“Don’t give me that, I know you’re doing this on purpose”

“Doing what?” you bat your eyes innocently.

He tuts, pushing himself off the wall. His hand cups your cheeks as he captures your lips in a hot kiss that you quickly deepen – melting into him completely. He presses you against the wall, and you gasp into the kiss as he presses his hips into you making his hard cock impossible to ignore.

“You know exactly what you’re doing “ he growls against your lips.

Your breath is stuck in your throat as he picks his head up to look around, he spots whatever it is he’s looking for and drags you along with him. After opening the fire escape door he pushes you against the railing of the staircase. It digs into your back, and before you know it he’s pressing his face into your chest, his breath hot on your skin as he carefully tugs at the fabric. The second your nipple is free his mouth is on it, your head tilting back as his tongue licks around it. You feel the vibrations from the moan he lets out throughout your whole body. His hand comes up to palm your other boob, thumb brushing across your nipple over the fabric before he pulls it down, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You wrap your fingers around the railing to keep yourself standing. His name leaves your lips in a moan – a little louder than intended. His mouth leaves you with a pop as he smirks at you, covering your lips in a kiss as his other hand replaces his mouth. You break the kiss with a surprised moan as he pinches both your nipples hard.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” he mocks you as if he’s not just as desperate as you are.

All you can do is nod, however, the witty comeback dying on your tongue as his mouth finds your nipple, the one he hadn’t tasted yet.

“Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you right now, wouldn’t you?”

You arch your back, pressing your chest further into him – “please”.

“Please? Oh, baby, I’m not going to fuck you yet”

– – –

Your whole body is hot, his hand on your thigh burning into your skin when you’re back at the table for dessert. Once he’d pulled the top of your dress back up, you’d scowled at him finding all the strength you had to walk away without showing him how shaky your legs were. He’d smirked, waiting a second before following you, acting as if nothing had happened when he sat down next to you.

The guys are discussing where to go after the event is finished, but you’re silently praying Anthony will come up with some excuse to not go. You didn’t trust yourself to speak clearly, let alone come up with a plausible lie. You’re relieved when he declines the invitation, saying something about how you had a small headache, which you guess was believable as you hadn’t really said much since you came back.

He presses a kiss to your temple as you wait for your coats to be brought back to you, it’s the most innocent gesture he’s made all evening, but it still leaves you catching your breath. Your driver is already waiting for you when you exit the building, opening the door for you as Anthony holds onto your hand when you get in. The driver closes your door before walking around and opening the door for Anthony as well. He doesn’t waste any time rolling up the partition, not really caring how rude it might seem – he knew he wouldn’t make the drive without touching you.

He speaks your name softly as if he didn’t already have your attention. He slides over to you, “c’mere”. Cupping your cheek he nudges his nose against yours before he’s kissing you again. His free hand can’t help itself, palming your breast again.

“Tito” you whine.

“I know baby, I know”

He’s freeing your tits again, leaning down to kiss your skin. You thread your fingers through his hair, pressing your legs together as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, moaning around it, “you’re so fucking perfect, mon ange”

You feel your pussy throb as he continues kissing, licking, biting your sensitive chest. He’s completely lost in it, taking note of every breath, moan and whimper you make. He doesn’t even notice as your hand travels down your body – neither do you to be fair, it’s completely instinctual. You bit your lip as your fingers push your dress up enough for your panties to be revealed. You gasp as your fingers run across the soaked fabric, Anthony’s none the wiser, thinking you gasped as his teeth nipped at your skin. It’s not until you push your panties aside and run your fingers through your folds that he notices what you’re doing. The wet noise is unmistakable to his ears.

“Fuck- baby you’re dripping,” he says in awe.

You nod, “All evening” you admit, cheeks warm when he looks up at you.

“Poor thing, been needing to cum for so long?”

“Mhm,” you circle your clit.

His hand brushes yours away – “let me, I’ve got you”

He kisses your lips, swallowing your moan as he sinks two of his fingers into you. His thumb finds your clit instantly as he hooks his fingers against your sweet spot. His fingers hit the spot, again and again, making your head spin. You clench around him, stomach tightening already.

“Aw baby, are you cumming?” he flicks his thumb against your clit just the way you like it as your mouth opens in a silent scream, unable to answer as your thighs shake with pleasure. He fucks you through it, fingers slowing down as you catch your breath. When you’ve come down, you notice the car has stopped outside his place. Your cheeks flush with warmth as you wonder how long you’ve been parked, how long the driver had had to wait, or if he’d heard anything. It doesn’t help that Tito is licking his fingers clean without a worry in the world. When he sees your expression however he smiles softly – “We only just got here, timed it perfectly” he winks.

– – –

His arm is wrapped tightly around you, keeping you steady as you make your way to his apartment. He leads your head into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of your head as you stand in the elevator. The feeling in your legs has come back by the time you reach his floor, and you take his hand pulling him quickly towards his door as soon as you can.

You push his jacket off his shoulders when his door closes behind you, pulling on his tie next as you walk back toward his bedroom. His tie falls to the floor, his shirt following suit, his clothes marking the path you’ve walked. His fingertips run softly up your legs, taking your dress with him, you lift your arms to help him pull it off.

His lips part as he takes you in, always looking at you as if it was the first time, wanting to savor every moment. His eyes follow your movements as you run your fingers down your neck to between your breasts – “how do you want me?”

His eyes darken, snapping to your face. He unbuckles his belt, nudging his head toward the bed, “lie down, on your back”

Once he’s naked he makes his way over to you, leaning down to give you a soft kiss before straddling your chest. He doesn’t need to tell you what to do, he’s had you like this before. His cock rests between your breasts as you press them together, looking up at him as you stick your tongue out for him. He swears under his breath as his tip touches your tongue, rocking his hips slowly back and forth. He gathers the spit in his mouth, letting it fall from his lips and onto his length. Before he can spread it around with his hand, some of it drips onto your chest, leaving your skin wet and slippery as he starts to fuck your tits again. His hand grips onto your hair, holding your head up so you can take more of his tip into your mouth.

You’re pressing your thighs together, hips swirling, your pussy begging for attention. He notices your restlessness, pulling his hips back, letting go of your hair to cup your cheek. Your lips chase after his cock as it slips out, eager to please, but he places his thumb inside your mouth instead. You close your lips around it as he smiles down at you. He swears under his breath, in awe of you – “such a good girl”. You smile, your heartbeat picking up from his praise.

“Need me to fuck you, baby?”

You nod eagerly, humming before you swirl your tongue around his thumb.

“Yeah, you want my cock don’t you?” he murmurs as he removes his thumb from your mouth, pushing off on his hands to kneel next to you. “How do you want it, ma chérie?”

You turn to your side with your back to him, wiggling your butt toward him as you look over your shoulder, “like this”

He swiftly removes your panties before he lays down behind you, his hand running down your side before he pushes your knee up to spread your legs for him. He kisses your neck as he grabs a hold of his cock, sliding his tip through your folds, coating his tip with your juices before he pushes into you slowly. You feel his breath on your neck as he fills you up, swearing under his breath when he stills to let you both adjust for a moment.

“Tito” you turn your head, silently pleading for him to move.

His hand comes up to cup your breast as he nods, thrusting into you. You sink into the bed as he rests his arm under your head. You grip the sheets with one hand, the other coming up to cover the one he’s gripping your boob with. He can easily nudge his nose against yours now, your breaths mixing together as he sets a hard pace.

The sounds of his hips meeting yours fills the room. You bring a hand down to play with your clit and he buries his face in your neck, his moans muffled as you clench around him. His fingers brush across your nipple, swearing under his breath at how responsive you are to his touch – so sensitive from the attention he’s been giving your breast all evening.

“Wanna see you” he mutters.

He pulls out, moving you onto your back fully before he gets between your legs. He can’t help himself as he sees your pussy spread out for him, lowering his body down to get a taste of you. “Laisse moi te goûter” he looks up at you as he kisses your inner thigh. “Yes,” you say breathlessly, your legs parting even further.

His tongue is soft against you, giving you nothing but small teasing licks that leave you whining for more. You thread your fingers through his hair, making him smirk against you. Relief washes through your body as he finally sucks your clit into his mouth. The sounds of his tongue against you send shivers down your spine making you arch your back. He can tell your high is slowly building again, humming against you as he takes one last taste of you. He uses his fingers to spread your lips, looking up at you as he spits. You buck your hips up as his fingers run through your folds before he spits again.

He moves to lean over you again, grabbing the base of his cock, sliding into you easily. He grabs your thighs, holding you in place as he thrusts into you. You lay your arms over your head, biting your lip as you run your eyes across his body. His skin glowing from the sweat, a slight blush on his chest, his swollen lips parted as he looks at you. He can’t take his eyes off your tits as they bounce each time he thrusts into you,

“Fuck, your-” his mind blanks as your pussy squeezes him. With a grunt, he picks up his pace, “your tits look incredible”

You suck in a deep breath, pushing your breasts further out for him. His hand comes up to palm one of them before leaning in to wrap his lips around your nipple again making it wet before he leans back and flicks his thumb across it.

He grinds against you, his tip right against your sweet spot making you moan out – “baby, keep doing that”

You feel your high building in your stomach as you wrap your legs around him, he leans down swallowing your moans with kisses. The change in his breathing tells you he’s getting close too. You thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close as the pleasure builds before you reach your peak. He starts fucking into you again, chasing his own high, spilling into you with a couple of harsh thrusts.

He hides his face in your neck as you both come down, your hands running up and down his back as you catch your breath.

His face lifts again, his fingers brushing a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiles down at you. He tries to pull his hips back slowly, but you tighten your legs around him, shaking your head – “stay” you mouth, not finding your voice. His body sinks into yours again making you relax your legs. You pull him in for a kiss, melting into it as his tongue licks against your bottom lip.

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all the small moments masterlist

In the order of which the parts were posted ** = Smut

Part 1: the guest speaker ** (3,6K words) Someone very unexpected turns up as a guest speaker at your Monday morning lecture.

Part 2: the early stages ** (5K words) As you and Mason get to know each other you try to figure out what the two of you need to make things work.

Part 3: so hot you’re hurting my feelings ** (3,7K words) Falling for someone you don’t get to see that often has its challenges.

Prologue: the night we met (1,4K words) A little look back to the night you and Mason met.

Part 4: those three words ** (in progress) Feel free to let me know if there's anything in particular that you'd like to see in part 4 xx

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the night we met | M. Mount

This is the prologue of the all the small moments series: Part 1: the guest speaker Part 2: the early stages Part 3: so hot you’re hurting my feelings

Summary: A little look back to the night you and Mason met. Reader info: student!reader, she/her. Warnings: alcohol mentions, bad pick-up lines (tw: tour guide mention) Words: 1,4K

You'd been catching each other's eyes all night, but neither had approached the other yet. You'd started a wordless game between the two of you – you weren't sure of the rules but you knew you wanted to win, you wanted him to come to you. You'd brushed past one another at the start of the night, almost making you spill your drink, but his hand steadied you.

You could still feel it on your waist.

His brown eyes had stared into yours, before you even realized who he was you'd been overcome with how handsome he was. A breath was stuck in his throat as he took you in as well, needing to shake himself out of it before he could speak. His hand disappeared from your waist – there was no way he could focus as long as it remained there.

"I'm so sorry, you alright?"

"Sorry, yeah, uh thanks"

Your cheeks felt warm, your whole body hot under his gaze. Without another word you'd left him there, needing to find your friends. The exchange probably only lasted a few seconds, but you felt like you'd been gone for much longer than that.

But now you were on the opposite sides of the room, making eye contact over the top of your drinks. “Just go over to him already,” one of the girls in your friend group says. “What��s the fun in that?” you glance over at her for a second before meeting his eyes again. “Well, you’ll not be having any fun when he finds something better to do” she’s not the one your closest to say the least. “Please, he’s been staring at her all night, if he wanted someone else he would’ve moved on already” Riley points out making you turn your head towards her with a smile, her words filling you with confidence.

You decided to take Riley with you to the dance floor in an effort to get to him, having just enough alcohol in your system to make you feel carefree – making it easy to dance even though you knew you had eyes on you. In fact, the way he was looking at you fuelled you. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, the way you were moving your body making it hard to ignore.

You could see his friends urging him to go over too, making you smirk, but he sat back, probably still convinced you’d come to him first.

You were starting to feel hot, from the dancing, the crowd, and from him. You let Riley know you were going to the bar to get something to drink, she stayed as you left the crowd looking back one more time at Mason to make sure he was keeping his eyes on you – he was.

The bar was a little crowded, not too much, but enough to make you have to wait a little to get served. The guy next to you does a double-take as he looks at you, you sigh, not in the mood for small talk (with him anyway) but you know he’s about to open his mouth. You’re short with your answers, hoping the bartender will serve you soon as you do the bare minimum to talk to this guy – Conor his name was.

Someone clears their throat behind you, “there you are” he says looking at you. You can’t help but smirk as Mason forces his way between you and the guy you’d been speaking to. Just then the bartender looks between all of you, not remembering who came to the bar first – Conor is quick to order a beer, pay, and leave the bar without another word. Mason looks at you smugly, too smug for someone who’d just lost your game, but you don’t mention it. Instead, he speaks first, “what do you want to drink?”

You give your order to the bartender waiting before he gives his own. The two of you look at each other whilst your drinks are being made, the way you’d been doing all night. The first time you saw him up close you hadn’t had time to admire him properly, hadn’t noticed his freckles or the smile lines by his eyes. You’re broken out of your staring contest as the bartender sets your drinks in front of you. Mason pays before turning his look back to you.

"I haven't seen you here before"

"Well, it's my first time here" you hide the cringe you feel from his choice of words, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Really?" he raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah" you take a sip of your drink.

"If you need someone to show you around London, I've been told I'm a great tour guide"

You cover your mouth in an effort to not spit your drink all over him, containing your laughter as you try to swallow. Was this all he had? "First time in this club, I mean" you laugh. "Does that line usually work?" you add, quirking your eyebrow teasingly.

Even in the dim light, you can see the blush on his cheeks.

"It's not-" he tries to deny having used it before but he sighs when you give him a look, "a time or two". He scratches the back of his neck, eyes scanning your face as he tries to figure out how you could see right through him even though you'd only met a few hours ago.

“A time or two?” you’re a little surprised.

“What?”

“I’m just trying to picture a scenario where that line would’ve worked” you smirk at him.

“I’ll have you know they were very satisfied with their tours” you can tell he’s being a little serious even though he tries to play it off jokingly. You take his statement with a pinch of salt, a lot of guys would think they were worthy of a five-star rating, but no guy was ever really interested in hearing the actual reviews. Though, you guess you could find out by the end of the night. Something about how terrible his pickup lines were, despite how well known he was, intrigued you. You guessed he never really had to work for it, so he wouldn’t know that they were that bad. He could probably say anything and some girl would still leave with him – just because he's Mason Mount. You wanted to make him work for it.

“Ok, so what’s your go-to?” you say.

“Tour destination?”

“No, pick up line” you laugh – “I really hope I’m a great tour guide isn’t it ”

“What makes you think I have a go-to?”

“You seem like the type”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You hum, pretending to think about it for a moment before you reply, “haven’t decided yet”

“So, let’s hear them,” you remind him

He takes a moment to think of a line to say, he’d never really thought about the success rate of the lines he rotated before. Though he had a feeling that few to none would work on you, so instead he tried to think of the cheesiest ones, hoping to make you laugh the way you did earlier.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before”

“Oh yeah?” you entertain him, but only as much as you would entertain someone telling a knock-knock joke.

“Yeah, I’m pretty I’ve seen you in my dreams”

That earns him an eye roll and a scoff with a hint of a smile that you tried to hide – he was on the right track.

“You look great in that dress, but you’d look even better in my arms”

You scrunch your nose at that one, your smile growing just a little.

“Wanna know what this jacket is made of?”

“Boyfriend material,” you say at the same time, though your tone is much more sarcastic than his, making him laugh.

“I take it that one’s your favorite so far,”

“You need help” you shake your head at him, long past trying to hide your smile anymore.

“Actually I do, yeah, I’ve lost my phone number, so can I have yours?” he fishes out his phone, feeling a little bold as he asks for your number. That one makes you laugh properly, if only by how quick he’d been. You look down at his phone then up to his face again – you couldn’t make it this easy for him.

“Ask me again later” you smile.

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so hot you're hurting my feelings | M. Mount

This is part 3 of all the small moments series: Part 1: the guest speaker Part 2: the early stages Prologue: the night we met

Summary: Falling for someone you don't get to see that often has its challenges. Song: so hot you're hurting my feelings - Caroline Polachek Reader info: student!reader, she/her A/N: decided to name this little series because it just looks neater ahah Warnings: swearing, long-distance, smut; phone sex. Words: 3,7K

It was a really busy time of the year for the both of you, getting a day off at the same time seemed like a luxury now. You had to settle for half days and rushed dates for longer than you liked. You'd taken on a job at a pub during the weekends, to maybe save up some money, which had made it harder for either of you to spend the night at the other's place. He had a home game in five days, and then he was coming to yours right after. You both had a full day off after and you'd been counting down the days, dying to finally have some quality time together with him.

You'd just finished a big group project, the last assignment before your exams, and managed to get a decent grade – one you were proud of. Which is why you find yourself in a club with Riley and a few other friends. You're standing by the bar waiting for another round of drinks when your phone vibrates, seeing Mason's name makes you open it instantly. You instinctively hid your phone screen from the view of others as you unlocked it.

Mason: have fun tonight! x Mason: can't wait to see you soon xx

You audibly gasp at the photo attached. He's laying in bed, his hair laying messily across his forehead. Despite the dim lighting, you can clearly see his soft smile, tired eyes, and bare chest. You can't take your eyes off of him, wanting nothing more than to leave the bar, jump on a flight to wherever he was if only to get a couple of hours with him. You bite the inside of your cheek before you snap a quick photo of yourself pouting, and type out your reply.

You: sending me photos like that only makes it worse x You: ur so hot, it's hurting my feelings You: miss you xx

Mason: you look stunning as always xx Mason: miss you too, five more days, baby x

You sigh, typing a quick reply back to him as the two drinks you ordered for Riley and yourself is put in front of you. You thank the bartender before putting your phone back in your pocket, carrying the drinks over to your table where Riley is with a girl she met earlier. Riley thanks you as you slide her drink over to her, standing on the opposite side of the tall table. Of course, you were happy she'd found someone she hit it off with tonight, but with how much you missed Mason, you felt a little, not jealous, but- longing?... Yeah, longing to have him with you.

Riley meets your eye, the small look she gives you is an unspoken “you alright?”. You nod, before eyeing your drink. You could stand here and sulk, or you could find your other friends out on the floor and possibly have some fun. You take a large sip of your drink, “I'm going to find the other girls” you say to Riley before you finish off the rest of your drink. She's taken off guard a little but lets out a small cheer at your actions, following your lead – “fuck it, wanna come with?” she says to her new ‘friend’ nudging her head towards where you just started to walk.

You lose track of how many drinks you've had as the night goes on, feeling the buzz in your body as you dance with your friends. Celine, another girl from your studies you'd recently gotten to know also has a boyfriend, so the two of you paired off and shooed away anyone that tried anything. Everything blurs together as the time passes you by, swinging your hips to the beat, singing along to the lyrics, laughing at the advances guys make toward you. Soon you’re getting your coats before stumbling out of the club, waiting for your uber, saying goodbye to the remaining girls as it arrives, hugging Riley, and making a joke that’s probably not funny about how she’s definitely about to get laid.

You make minimal conversation with your driver as you watch the city pass you by, your head spinning just a little – not enough to make you sick, though just enough that it has you zoning out, and before you know it you've arrived at your place. You struggle just a little to get out of the car, getting your key out as you get close to the entrance of your building.

You kick your shoes off when you get in, only after it makes a little more noise than intended do you remember your roommates. You tiptoe to the kitchen to get a snack and some much-needed water before your make your way to your room. After shrugging off your clothes and finding one of Mason's hoodies that you'd stolen you sit on the bed and eat your snacks. As you snuggle into the hoodie, his perfume fills your senses. Absentmindedly you reach for your phone, pulling up your messages.

You: I misss yu

You're typing another message wishing him a good morning, guessing he's asleep by now but you jump, his name flashing across your screen as he calls you.

“You should be asleep” you frown holding your phone up to your face waiting for him to pop up on your screen, the traces of alcohol are just a little evident in your voice.

“You messaged me” he looks tired as he turns on his bedside lamp, and you suddenly feel a little guilty.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I woke up a few minutes ago, needed a drink” he explains, shaking his head softly, easing your mind. After looking at him properly you notice he seems a little flushed, but you don't get a chance to ask before he speaks again, “D'you have fun?”.

“Mhm, but now I'm in bed – cold and alone” you pout, the alcohol making you needy and a little dramatic. You take another bite of your snack and he lets out a small, fond laugh.

“I know, baby, me too” there's a slight pause before he speaks again, “have you had some water? Taken your makeup off?”

“I've had some water,” you say, choosing to ignore his second question, knowing he already knows you haven't taken your makeup off.

“Have some more water, and get a makeup wipe – always complain when you don't” he reminds you, making you whine a little, but you know he's right.

You huff as you drag yourself out of bed, taking your glass and phone with you as you go back to the kitchen. You put your phone down on the counter so he can't see you properly but he hears you fill up the glass and take a small sip.

“Now, drink the whole glass and fill it back up”

You poke your head into the frame of your camera so he can see you roll your eyes, your tone as sarcastic as can be – “yes daddy”

It catches him off guard a little having to clear his throat, and cover it up with a laugh, shaking his head at you. You pick your phone back up once you've done what he told you to do, as you walk back into your bedroom he reminds you to get a makeup wipe as you're about to get back into bed.

“Should brush your teeth too, babe”

“You saying my breath stinks?” you pull a face at him as you rub the wipe against your face.

“Can smell it all the way here” he smirks.

“Rude” you feign offense, unable to hold your laugh back as he snorts out a laugh himself.

Once you've followed all his directions you finally get back in bed, under the covers, all lights off except the one on your nightstand. You're not sure who yawns first, but you're suddenly reminded how late it is.

“Mase, you need to sleep” Your eyes going wide at the realization.

“Yeah, yea-” he tries to brush you off, holding off another yawn.

“You have a game tomorrow!”

“Wanted to make sure you were alright first”

“Don't know what I'd do without you” you smile softly as you cuddle into your pillow.

“You'd be waking up with smudged makeup and stinky breath” he can't resist saying.

“Fuck off” you laugh.

“I miss you.”

Even though the image of him on your screen is dark and you can't see him properly, you feel the weight of his words. He wants to say more, but not like this – not on the phone, not when you're still a little drunk, and not when you're about to fall asleep. So he gives you a smile instead as you say you miss him back, you're holding back those three words you actually want to say yourself. You don't want to say them like this – you want to be able to hug him, to kiss him, to see his smile in person when you finally say it.

“Get some sleep, I'll call you tomorrow,” you say tiredly.

“Goodnight, baby”

— — —

You wake up late the next morning, with thankfully only a mild headache. You quickly drink the remaining water in your glass, smiling as you remember Mason instructing you around last night. You grab your phone to message him only to find a message from him.

Mason: good morning xx Mason: how's your head? x

You: haven't had any complaints yet! 😏

Smiling at your own little joke, you picture his laugh when he opens it. You don't expect him to reply straight away, and he doesn’t – You know he's most likely busy preparing for the game later today. Before you get out of bed you send another little message, knowing that the water he made you drink only did you good.

You: only a mild headache, think you're partially to thank for that x

He does eventually get back to you later in the day, replying to your joke before he calls you.

Mason: definitely no complaints here baby x

The phone call you share is kept short as he soon has to put his phone away to get ready for the game. You wish him good luck and tell him to call you later after the game when he can. You decide to order yourself some food, venturing into your living room to see if your roommates want any. You're slightly relieved as you find they’re not in. They weren't the worst – not the best either – but you couldn't wait until your lease was up by the end of the semester so you could find a place with Riley. You silently hope that they don't come back anytime soon so you could watch the game in the living room unbothered.

Your food arrives just before warmups. Although you were fairly certain he'd be in the line-up you'd still smiled proudly when you'd gotten the notification earlier. That smile returns as he shows up on your TV, your heart speeding up at how good he looks. He plays well, even gets a goal – his celebration's a little cocky, making your heart race.

You're not sure when it happened – when you fell in love – but the moment you realized was still clear in your mind. You puzzled all the small moments together in your mind, and once you'd completed the puzzle there was no denying it, you almost felt dumb for not realizing it sooner. Like how your heart would burst when he bought you flowers, a small smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks as he gave them to you. Or the time he texted you as your lecture was finishing telling you he was waiting for you at the car park, surprising you with an afternoon date. You were practically skipping on the way over to him. Or the time he introduced you to his friends, he’d made you both late and you hated being late, and despite the little bickering between you, you couldn't be annoyed at him too long as he assured you that his friends definitely wouldn't blame you for being late – finding his self-awareness endearing. “He runs on his own time, this one” Ben had assured you with a laugh when you apologized. You didn’t know what to do with yourself when it hit you, you'd just said goodbye before he had to leave on this trip a few days ago – the feeling overwhelmed you, especially since you couldn’t tell him.

Chelsea wins, and you can't wait to tell him how proud you are when he calls you later – but you know you'll have to hold yourself back from saying those three words.

You clean up your mess in the living room before you go back to your bedroom. You knew your roommates could come back at any time so you'd rather wait for Mason to call in the comfort of your room instead of having to move off the couch when they came back. Your post-game phone calls had a tendency of getting long, especially after a win, Mason's adrenaline and your excitement made you both talk, and talk, and talk.

You get your laptop and put a series on to pass the time and soon enough your phone rings. You rush to pause the series, a smile spreading across your face as you accept the call. He's all smiles as cheers and praise fall from your lips

“Yeah, that felt good” he comments on his goal before commenting on how he couldn't have done it without the pass from Hakim – ever so humble.

“You looked good” you smirk.

There's a small blush on his cheeks as he lets out a sheepish laugh, “yeah?”

“You know I like it when you get cocky”

“Yes, I do” it's his turn to smirk.

“You're in your room right?” he says after a beat. He knew you were, but what he really wanted to know was if you were alone. He didn’t have a lot of time before he had to leave for the airport, they’d been given an hour to pack their bags, and he’d shoved his stuff and packed up quickly before he called you so he had as much time as possible.

“Yeah, why?”

“Door's closed?” he ignores your question.

“Yes,” you laugh, giving him a confused expression.

“I uh-” he blushes, covering his face with his hand. “The reason I woke up last night was because-” he clears his throat, thoughts wandering back, “I had a dream about you, about us” he scratches the back of his neck.

“Oh” you can tell by how flustered he is what kind of dream it was, so when you ask “what kind of dream?” it's only to tease.

He huffs out a breath, his hand falling to rest on his chest, grabbing his shirt to keep it from traveling down his body – “it was very vivid”

“Yeah?” the two of you hadn't really done this before. Sure, you'd sent teasing text and maybe some photos that you wouldn't show to anyone else, but what you were about to do – or what you hoped you were about to do – you'd never done.

“It was almost like I could feel you”

“What was I doing?” you bite your lip, hands itching to touch yourself.

“We were in my bed, you were on top of me“ he eases into it, letting himself get comfortable before he tells you the rest. “You were wearing that blue set I like so much, panties slid to the side, riding me – baby, you looked incredible”

You whimper his name, your hand having absentmindedly found its way between your legs, your body desperate for some friction.

“Are you touching yourself?” his eyes darken as he realizes.

Warmth flushes through your body, and you let your hand dip under your clothing to feel how wet you are already – “yes” you breathe out, “are you?” you have a feeling he isn't yet, but you want him to.

“I am now” He groans as he finally lets his hand brush over his hard-on. “Lay down for me, ok? Put your phone on the bed next to you” his words are just as soft as they were when he was instructing you around last night, but this time around they send a shiver through your body. You do as he says, and you hear him doing the same thing.

“Tell me what you're doing” he pleads.

“My hand-” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little shy, worried about sounding silly. You close your eyes and take a deep breath trying to clear your mind.

“It's ok baby, take your time” he coos, your body relaxes, a rush of pleasure spreading through your body as he somehow reads your mind from miles away.

“I've slipped my hand into my panties, to feel how wet I am for you.”

“Take them off”

You hear him moving as well when you follow his instructions. Your hand slips between your legs again once you've taken your leggings and cotton panties off.

“Baby, I'm so hard” he admits, he's pushed his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. “Slip your fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours”

You let out a small moan, coating two of your fingers in your arousal before you slip them in.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are” he groans, you hear him spit into his palm, desperate for his hand to feel as close to the way you do as possible – it could never get anywhere near, but it would have to do.

“My fingers don't compare to yours” you whimper, usually that would cross your mind whenever you got yourself off, and while you missed him in those moments, having him with you but not physically was overwhelming.

“Add another for me”

You do as he says, bucking against your hand as you slip a third finger inside your pussy. You could hear his breaths, in sync with your own. The faint wet sounds of his hand working his cock have you clenching around your fingers, letting your moans and whimpers fill the room.

Suddenly you hear your front door open, the clear conversation between your roommates as they enter your flat a harsh reminder of how thin your walls are.

“Fuck-” you whisper.

“Yeah, does that feel good?” he moans

“No-, shit-”

“No?” you hear his hand stop.

“My roommates just came back home” you whine.

There's a slight pause before he speaks, “have to be quiet for me then, baby” – you can hear his smirk.

“Mason” you want to protest, but your body betrays you when you hear him start the movements of his hand again – your own doing the same. You turn your body, laying on your side so you can press your face into the pillow if your need to.

He moans your name back to you, quietly.

It's shuddering breaths and small muffled moans from then on, face pressed to the pillow as you fuck yourself on your fingers. His moans make it feel like he's there with you, and just for a moment, it’s like you can feel his breath on you. You're nearing the edge, and you silently plead that neither of your roommates come knocking at your door, desperate for a release.

“Baby, are you close?” you whisper.

“Yeah” his voice has changed, and you can tell just how close he is by that one word.

“Me too” you moan. You both listen intently to each other's moans, cluing in on how close to the edge the other is, holding off for just a moment so you can find your release together. When it finally comes, you bite onto your pillow, your legs shaking, your mind going blank for a moment before your hand stills.

You both catch your breaths as you come down, letting out small laughs as the post-orgasm bliss settles into your bodies. You find your cotton panties, scrunching your nose a little as you use them to wipe your wetness on your fingers off.

“Shit, I've made a mess” you hear him say.

“Hmm?” you lift your phone up to see if you can see him, but his phone is still laying on the bed.

“I've got cum on my team hoodie,” he says in a more hushed voice

You can't help the loud laugh that escapes you.

“This is your fault” he finally picks his phone up, showing you the new stains on his hoodie that he's still wearing.

“Can't blame me for your poor aim” you manage to say through your laughter.

“Heyy!” he puts the phone back down to take his hoodie off, you get a small glimpse of his bare chest before he rolls the hoodie together and walks out of frame. You hear him open his bag, searching through it to find a new top to wear. He reappears after a moment, and you smirk at the inevitable questions he's about to get on why he isn't wearing a team sweater.

“Take it off next time maybe” you suggest.

“You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Not like I could see you anyways” you scoff.

“We'll have to fix that then, for next time” he smirks.

“You'd like that wouldn't you?” you throw back at him.

“Yeah, I really would”

There's a small pause as you both stare at each other through the screen. You can’t wait to see him, can’t wait to actually feel him too. Three words rest on the tips of your tongues as you both smile softly.

“Listen, I have to go soon- I'll message you when we've landed”

“Okay” you smile

“I uh-” he takes in a small breath “I'll see you soon, yeah?”

“Can't wait” you bite your lip.

There's another pause, the unsaid words floating in the air. You're broken out of your own heads as you hear a knock on his door.

“Right, I really need to go now” his smile feels bittersweet as he blows you a kiss.

You blow him one back, saying your goodbyes before reluctantly hanging up. Yet again your room feels empty, but you try to remind yourself that you'll see him again soon.

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Next part > (prologue)

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[matbaerzal]

i’m begging you to pls expand on the thot about tyson playing with your cum

also what do you think his moans sound like?

first off: his moans?? His voice is a little deep at times but soft if you get what I mean. So, I think they'd be breathy, mixed with some deep grunts. I feel like he's the kind of guy that would moan at your taste, and just from observing your pleasure too. I also feel like his voice would crack a little as he moans, especially if he's getting close.

anyyways... here's the cumplay:

He didn't know he had a thing for it before he met you. But one night after a long time apart he hadn't been able to stop himself, a blushing mess as he spilled into you embarrassingly quickly - without making you cum first no less.

You tease him about it - "I'm that good, huh?"

"Baby, you're the best" he kisses you, "m'gonna make it up to you".

You whimper as he slides out of you. His lips marking it's way down your body as he makes his way between your legs. Some of his cum has dripped out of your pussy, mixing with your arousal - he's mesmerized at the sight. His finger curious as he spreads his cum between your wet folds. You thigh jolts as he nudges your clit, two fingers rubbing against it just the way you like.

You're writhing for him within seconds, and he licks his lips as more of his cum pours out of you. He catches it with his fingers, dipping them inside of you. Everything about it makes him go crazy - how slick you are, the way you clench around his fingers, how he can practically feel your clit throbbing under his thumb.

"Wish you could see how fucking good you look right now" his head is swimming with ideas, knowing he needs to do this again and again. You whimper as he pulls his fingers out, he's so caught up in it all that he's teasing you inadvertently.

"Baby, you look so hot with my cum leaking out of you, you have to see" he's urging you to sit up against the pillows. Showing you his glistening fingers, "Clench your pussy for me, push some more cum out".

You don't even have to think about it, his words alone making your pussy clench around nothing - and you feel it dripping out, looking down to see as he catches it with his fingers again. "Yeah, good girl, just like that"

You can't take your eyes away as his fingers sink into you again, your mouth agape. The noise of your slick walls fills the room and a moan escapes you as he plays with your clit again - "please"

He realises instantly what he's done, "oh baby, I'm sorry, need me to make you cum, yeah?" he coos. You nod and his expert fingers don't stop until your head's thrown back and your pussy flutters around him.

You know you're in for a long night when he cuddles you against him - his cock hard again, fingers wandering over your skin, a hungry look in his eyes.

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unwrap me like a present | T. Jost

Summary: After you gift Tyson a red lingerie set and put it on in front of him he has to wait until your dinner guest leave before he can finally touch you the way he wants to. A/N: pls ignore any potential plotholes, also I did not proofread this I am trusting Grammarly Warnings: SMUT, teasing, ice-play, no cond*m, spank*ng, rough-ish (idk what words I can use on here anymore lmao) Words: 4K almost

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“I have one more present to give you before your mom and sister arrive” you smile at Tyson, biting your bottom lip - excited to see his reaction. The two of you were about to get dressed, the food cooking in the kitchen was at a point where it could manage to be left alone for a moment. He’d just taken his t-shirt off leaving him in just a pair of gray sweatpants.

“Oh, you didn’t have to- what’s this?” he eyes the box you hand him, the silk bow tied around it piquing his curiosity.

“Open it” you smile, toying with the tie of your silk robe that you’d been wearing since you got out of the bathroom after your shower earlier. He sits down on the bed before pulling on the bow carefully to undo it. He lifts the lid, placing it next to him to lift the silk paper hiding your gift. You’re watching him intently as he realizes what you’ve given him. He swears under his breath, looking up at you as his fingers explore the delicate lace as if to picture how it would look on your body. He pulls out piece by piece laying it on the bed carefully, admiring it, knowing the shade of red would complement your skin perfectly. Lastly, he pulls out a pair of sheer black stockings

“Baby-” he’s at a loss for words.

“You like it?” you try to fight a smirk, looking at him innocently.

“Do I like it? I love it”

You can’t fight the smirk anymore as you untie the silk robe, watching his eyes darken as it falls to the floor to reveal your naked body. You walk toward him, his hands finding your waist on instinct as you stand between his thighs. You place a hand on his chin, giving him a soft kiss before taking his hands off your waist.

“Will you hand me the bra?” you speak against his lips.

It takes him a second to react, too overwhelmed by what you’re doing to him to think properly. He nods, barely taking his eyes off of you as he finds the bra next to him before handing it to you. You take it from his hands, slipping the straps onto your arms, turning around slowly, looking over your shoulder to see him biting his lips as he eyes your ass - before you can speak his hands come to squeeze it.

“Help me with the clasp?” you stop yourself from pressing your thighs together. You hadn’t thought about how his touches would rile you up when you’d planned this, but you’re determined to follow your plan. He doesn’t question you, his hands coming up to close the clasp at your back. You adjust the bra so it sits right around your chest as you turn back around.

Tyson can’t keep his hands off of you, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he palms your covered boobs. He licks his lips, wanting nothing more than to move the lace out of the way so he can suck your nipples into his mouth.

You tsk him, “no touching unless I say so - now hand me the garter belt, baby” you nudge your head towards where it was laying next to him, holding your hand out expectantly. He huffs out a breath, “you’re killing me here” he protests but hands it to you regardless. You ask for the stockings as you put the garter belt on around your waist. You take one of the stockings from his hands, carefully gathering up the nylon before taking a small step back so you can place your foot on the bed next to him. He doesn’t know where to look as you slowly pull the stocking up your leg. His eyes finally land between your legs to see your lips glistening with arousal, making it known to him that you were torturing yourself as much as you were torturing him. He’s stuck in place as you take the other stocking from him, repeating the steps on your other leg. He palms his painfully hard cock as he gets another peek at your pussy.

“Baby, please, can I just have a little taste?” his mouth is watering for you, and the way you clench around nothing at his words doesn’t go unnoticed by him, giving him a sliver of hope that you might say yes.

You’re so close to saying yes, so close to throwing your plan out the window, but you take a deep breath as you look at him. A bright idea pops into your head that is sure to drive him wild. You hold his eye contact for a second before his eyes fall to where your hand is trailing down your body, two of your fingers finding their way between your legs. You hold back a moan as you run them through your folds to coat them in your arousal before you hold them out for him.

“Sure, have a taste” you try your best to keep your voice steady.

He groans, throwing his head back in frustration. “Two can play this game” he quickly thinks, picking his head back up to grab your wrist. His lips wrap around your fingers, making sure to look up at you as his tongue laps up the taste of you, moaning, making sure you know just what you’re missing by turning him down. You force yourself to take your hand back from him, growing wetter by the second.

You clear your throat, putting your leg down before fastening the stockings to the belt and picking up the panties without asking him, not trusting your own voice to ask him for them. You turn around again, giving him a view of your ass as you pull the final piece of the set up your legs. You turn your head to look at him, making sure he stays put as you get the dress that you’d picked out. You unzip the back before taking it off the hanger, walking over to him before putting it on. You turn back around and you’re about to ask him to help you when you hear him stand up, you feel his hand on your waist, his other finding the zipper before pulling it up. Once he’s done he grabs your hips with both hands, kissing your neck as he presses his hard cock against your ass.

“If you think you’re getting away with what you just did, you’re wrong baby.”

You gasp as he kisses your sweet spot, biting down on it before soothing the skin with his tongue - leaving your skin pulsing. His lips leave you as you hear the doorbell, his arm wraps around you finding its way to your neck, turning your head towards him. He gives you a hot kiss that doesn’t last nearly as long as you want it to.

“Be a good girl and greet our guests, yeah? I’m gonna be another minute” he presses your ass against him again as if you’d forgotten how hard he was - you hadn’t.

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If your plan to tease him hadn’t already come back to bite you in the ass, it certainly was now.

Tyson had come downstairs a few minutes after you, his face a little flushed, but without knowing you wouldn’t be able to tell. It hadn’t taken him long to get off, feeling a little filthy as he jerked himself off to the thought of you while you were downstairs catching up with his family. But it was either that, a cold shower or trying to hide it. He knew a cold shower wouldn’t help at all and there was no way he’d be able to hide his hard cock - it was painfully obvious.

He looked smug, having been able to take the edge off, whilst you were left wet and wanting more. You held your own though, managing to push it to the back of your mind as you ate your dinner and chatted with Kacey. But after you’d served dessert his hand traveled up your thigh from your knee, pushing the fabric of your dress up as his hand got higher and higher. He found the top of your stocking, his fingers stopping to play with the strap of your garter belt, dangerously close to opening the clip that held your stockings up. His hand didn’t move further, however, touching you just enough to make you flustered. You had to find a way to take back the reins, or at least get a breather from his teasing.

After dessert Tyson went to get some boards games, his hand coming out from under your dress, smoothing it out as he kissed your cheek before he stood up. You start clearing the table, Laura and Kacey helping out so it’s done in no time. The plates and everything gets stacked in the kitchen for you to worry about later as Tyson comes back with a few options.

Laura and Kacey walk back to the table to decide what game to play and you call Tyson over to help you with something in the kitchen. Your open-plan layout didn’t allow you to take drastic action, but you figured you could get the job done without drawing attention to you both.

“What’s up?” he smiles at you, not yet caught up with the fact that you didn’t actually need help with anything.

“Did you think about me?” you keep your voice low.

“What?” he’s puzzled

“When you got yourself off”

Tyson whips his head to look at where his mom and sister are standing, giving you a stern look.

“Oh please, you had your hand under my dress right in front of them and now you’re shy?”

He speaks your name like he’s giving you a warning. You smirk at him, taking a step closer to him, running your hands up his shirt slowly before they land at his collar to make it seem like you’re adjusting it for him. You press your thigh against his groin subtly.

“Did you think about me?” you ask again, whispering this time.

“Of course I did” he swallows back a groan.

You lean in to kiss his cheek, “It’s a shame I couldn’t help you out, would’ve loved to have my lips around your cock, tasting you”. You kiss his cheek again before leaving his personal space, the whole interaction seeming sweet and innocent to his family who’d caught a glimpse of it. You walk over to them, leaving Tyson to watch you as he needed a minute to think about anything else. He was already half-hard again, but the images of you in the lingerie set that had been running through his mind as he’d stroked himself earlier were making a reappearance, and not helping the situation.

He’s losing badly.

His sister had chosen to play Codenames and called dibs on him as a teammate as they usually won. But his usual competitiveness was lost, he was too distracted by you. Sure, you looked innocent as you high-fived his mom after another victory - but you knew exactly what you’d done to him.

“One more,” Kacey looks at her mom, knowing they had to leave soon, but wanting to at least win one round before leaving. “C’mon Tyson, get your head in the game” she gives him a look, her competitive nature similar to his own. She’s left disappointed though as you managed to keep pushing his buttons. Spilling drops of your drink past your lips, making eye contact with him as you wiped it off with your finger before sucking it into your mouth. Your actions were quick, but time moved in slow motion for him as he watched your movements intently. The clues that Kacey gave him went straight over his head and he kept choosing the wrong cards.

“Drive safe,” you say as Laura and Kacey walk towards their car, you and Tyson wait in the doorway, waving at them until they’re out of your driveway. Tyson grabs your waist and leans in to speak a demand into your ear - “bedroom, now.”

His eyes are dark when you look at him, you have no smart comment or teasing words left, even if you did you’re not sure you would use them. All you do is nod and obey.

He doesn’t follow you instantly like you thought he would, and your mind starts to wonder what he’s up to. As you get on top of the bed you wonder how long you might be waiting, and whether or not you should take your dress off.

When you hear him walk up the stairs you quickly straighten your back and fix your hair, smoothing out the sheets surrounding where you’re kneeling - giddy with anticipation and thankful he hadn’t left you waiting long. He opens the door and his eyes find you instantly. He’s got a small bowl in his hands, when he places it on the nightstand you see the ice cubes. You press your thighs together, feeling how wet you still are, you bite your lip as he looks at you again.

“C’mere,” his voice is softer than before as he holds a hand out for you to help you off the bed. “Turn around for me” he instructs next and doesn’t waste time in dragging the zipper of your dress down once you’ve done so. Your dress falls to the floor as he pushes the material off of your body. He kisses your shoulder softly before turning you around. He takes a small step back to admire you before speaking again - “get back on the bed, beautiful”. You turn and go to get back in your previous kneeling position but he stops you before you can get settled. “Lay down on your back for me” he watches you closely, keeping his eyes on you until your head rests on the pillow before he walks over to your dresser. You recognize the silk ribbon he returns with as the one that had been wrapped around the gift box you’d given him.

“Arms up”

You raise your hands above your head, gathering your wrists together, knowing exactly what he’s about to do. He kneels on the bed next to you, giving you a quick kiss before wrapping the silk around your wrists and tying a bow. It’s not bound to be strong and you reckon if you pull hard enough it would come undone. But you figure you’ve played with him enough, and at this point, you were already in enough trouble. But the kind of trouble that would still leave you satisfied by the end, and you were afraid if you disobeyed him now, he might leave you hot and bothered.

“You’ve found your manners, I see,” he says as if he’d just read your mind, and you nod. He arches a brow at you expectantly, “yes” you use your voice like he wants you to. He leans over to the nightstand and gets an ice cube, making you gasp as it hits the skin by your collarbone. He slowly drags it down your body between your boobs, over your stomach, and around your belly button before dragging it back up. “Open up” he taps it against your lips and drops it into your mouth before he moves to position himself between your legs.

“Aww baby, even your panties are soaked” he feigns a pitiful tone. Your whimper is muffled by the melting ice in your mouth, his fingers cold as they travel up your thigh.

“You kept up a good act down there, but I know how desperate you’ve been for me to touch you all day”

“Tyson” you moan after swallowing the last of the melted ice, moving your hips instinctively, proving his point.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please, touch me,”

“I am touching you,” he moves his hand higher on your thigh with a smirk. He leans across to get another ice cube, his groin pressing against your core making you moan out again. The contact doesn’t last long however as he leans back again, the ice cube in hand. He hovers his hand over your body, he gauges your reaction as cold drops of water drip from his hand onto your skin, goosebumps forming all over your body.

“Tyson, please- I need you to touch me”

He smiles, popping what’s left of the ice cube into his mouth before quickly getting another one. He pops that one into his mouth too, his hands coming up to your chest. A shiver runs through your body at his cold touch, your hard nipples poking through the lace. He pulls the lace down, looking up at you as he leans down, the ice cube poking out between his lips as he circles it around your exposed nipple. You arch your back, moving your chest into him, hands grabbing the pillow to keep yourself from moving them to touch his hair. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, his cold tongue feeling harsh against it, making your hips buck up into his. His hands move to pin your hips down as his mouth leaves you with a pop.

“You got yourself into this, baby - don’t know what you’re so desperate for” he teases.

“I’m desperate to have you inside of me” you counter with a pout.

“Yeah?” his hand travels down your body, the tips of his fingers finally dipping into your panties. He can’t help but groan when he feels how wet you really are - “that desperate, huh?” he manages to collect himself to make a dig at you.

“Yes,” you moan as he taps your clit. “Your cock would slide in so easily, baby, fill me up so perfectly”. For a second you think you have him, it’s the way his eyes darken. He removes his hand to drag your panties down your legs, you lift your hips to help him. The sound you make when he gets another ice cube is nothing but desperate. He smirks as he pops it into his mouth, you find some comfort when he positions his face between your legs, but not much.

He licks your clit, the coldness making you jump but he wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you in place. He laps up your arousal moaning at your taste, the vibration making your toes curl. You grab the pillow above your head tight as he circles his tongue around your clit, the wet noises filling the room. His tongue is getting warmer as the ice has melted completely, your chest rising and falling with every sharp breath. You’re about to tell him you’re close when he takes one last lick before looking up at you, a disappointed moan leaving you instead.

“Wanted a proper taste first” he winks up at you.

When he moves up your body again you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck when he’s close enough. Pulling him into a hot kiss, wrapping your legs around him. Your tongues melt together as his hand travels up your arm to blindly search for the silk to pull the bow loose. You thread your fingers through his hair when they’re finally free. He tries to break apart but you follow his lips, making him smile into the kiss.

“Baby” he tries to say, speaking your name to get your attention in between kisses. “Need to get undressed if I’m gonna fuck you properly”

That gets your attention, fingers leaving his hair to claw at his shirt instead. He gives you one more kiss before he’s standing up next to the bed, undressing quickly as your fingers come down to play with your clit. He narrows his eyes at you as he drags his pants and underwear down in one go, his shirt already off leaving him naked in front of you. You bite your lip as you eye his hard cock. Your hand reaches out for him and he gives his cock a tug as he gets back on the bed. He grabs the hand you offered him and gives it a kiss before dropping it and brushing your other hand away from your clit. He taps his tip against you, dragging himself through your folds.

“This what you want?”

You nod - “yes, give it to me, please”

He guides his tip to your entrance, pushing the tip in before letting go of his cock to hold your thigh against his waist before he slips all the way in. His first couple thrusts are slow and soft, but your nails dig into his skin as he starts to thrust into you harder.

“Fuck, you feel good” he rests his forehead against yours

You nod, your words lost as he hits your sweet spot, your fingers thread through his hair again. You’re moaning against each other’s lips as you both finally get what you’ve been waiting all evening for. Having already been on edge it doesn’t take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Tyson, I’m-”

“I know, baby, I know - let go for me”

His words throw you over the edge, your pussy fluttering as you cum around him. He fucks you through it, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your forehead as your body shakes.

He pulls out, giving your lips one more kiss that muffles your whimper before he speaks, “get on your stomach for me,”

His hands help you, bending your knees to raise your ass, he gives it a slap before grabbing it. You turn your head that’s resting on the sheets to get a peek at him as he enters you again. Your hands grab the sheets as he finds the perfect rhythm. He’s so deep inside of you from this angle, filling you up so well. You try to say it, but the words come out intelligible. You can tell by his moans that he’s getting closer, the way it cracks when you clench around him giving it away. His hand finds its way around your middle to play with your clit.

“Need you to cum with me”

You’re nodding, “keep going, just like that”

His fingers stay on your clit, his hips keep moving just the way you like it and it’s sending you towards another orgasm fast. He pulls you up against him with his free hand, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his hips stutter, his broken moans muffled into your skin. Just as you feel him spill inside of you, you fall apart. Despite how sensitive he is he keeps going as you cum around him again, coating him with your wetness, his own cum making it even sloppier. He gives a final harsh thrust before he falls on the bed, pulling you with him so you land on your sides, his cock sliding out of you in the process.

Your breaths are heavy as you come down, bodies warm and skin sweaty. When you turn your head to look at him through hooded eyes he’s got a single curl stuck to his forehead. He’s looking back at you with a lazy smile on his face. His hand comes up to your chin to turn your head a little further, you hum into the kiss despite the awkward angle.

“Have I told you that I love you?” he speaks against your lips

Too tired to think of something witty you smile back at him with a nod - “I love you too”

“We need a bath,” he says, but doesn’t move an inch.

“Yeah, we do,” you agree, but only move to turn around to lay your head on his chest.

Just another moment, you silently agree

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You have this theory that you could make him cum by barely touching him if you praised him enough. You haven't tested it out yet though

We need to hear more on this thot, pls k thx :)

Warnings: smut, praise kink, swearing Words: 900ish

You've put on something you feel sexy in, something you know he'll like - something that'll make it hard for him to keep his hands off of you.

He knew you'd be taking the ropes by the tone of your voice when you told him to take his clothes off and sit down at the end of the bed. There was a pillow there on the floor making his mind wander thinking about what you had in store for him.

As you get down on your knees in between his thighs, making yourself comfortable on the pillow, he swears under his breath. But he has no idea what you were planning to do, if he did he wouldn't be looking so smug where he sat, leaned back on his arms.

You softly kiss his thigh before looking up at him. "You played so well tonight, baby"

He arches a brow at you, "Yeah?"

"Yeah" you pause, "couldn't stop thinking about how I'd reward you for your goal"

"Did you decide?" he swallows in anticipation.

You nod, "it might not seem like a reward at first but I promise it'll be worth it."

His eyes widen before he furrows his brows in confusion.

"There'll be no touching unless I say so, ok?" you continue

He groans, but nods and grabs the sheets under his hands to restrain himself, now that he knows he can't touch you he only wants to do it more.

You grab the base of his cock, unable to help yourself from licking his tip to taste his pre-cum. "You taste so good" you hum, letting your lips move against him as you speak just to tease him.

You keep hold of his cock, but your lips find the top of his thighs leaving a kiss there before looking back up at him. "Can't wait to feel you inside of me later,"

His eyes grow darker, his hips moving involuntarily at your words. You run your hand up his cock, your thumb tracing the thick vein on its way up. "Such a pretty cock. So perfect, always fills me up so good" you give his head a squeeze before moving your hand to his thigh. He whimpers, his hands itching to touch you. You kiss his thigh again - "will you let me ride your thigh later, baby?"

"Yeah" he moans breathlessly.

"Yeah? I love riding your thighs, I got wet just thinking about it earlier"

He throws his head back with a groan, his hips thrusting off the bed a little, but you do your best to hold him down

"Please touch me" you can hear the desperation in his voice, your pussy clenching around nothing from the way he looks right now. Chest flushed, the few drops of sweat on his skin making him glow, his eyes begging you as he looks back at you.

"Want you to cum just like this baby, you look so beautiful when you cum"

"Fuck-" your name falls from his lips like a plea.

"Think you can do that for me, hmm? Can you cum for me without me touching you?"

He's shaking his head, lips parted and brows furrowed and even though you don't take your eyes off of his you can see his cock twitch at your words.

"I think you can," you give his cock a short kiss - "you're doing so good for me"

You let him move his hips as you shower him with praises, your hands caressing his thighs, lips pressing anywhere but where he really wants you. You give into touching him only when you really can't resist - when you need a taste.

His breathing's getting shallow and short, his cock pulsing, his moans breaking when you let your breath fan across it, your lips so so close he can almost feel them. His knuckles grasp the sheets so hard the skin's getting red. The furrow between his brows is another sign that he's close to unraveling in front of you.

"That's it, baby, let go for me"

"Need you," he begs - "please"

You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the thought of seeing him cum. He's been so good, and you can't help yourself as you drag your tongue up his shaft.

His thighs tense up instantly and his moans fill the room. His cock pulses under your tongue as ropes of cum land on his stomach, you wrap your lips around his tips to milk it for as long as you can - your hand coming up to help.

He looks completely fucked when your mouth leaves him with a pop, and he moans in disbelief as you lick the cum off his stomach.

"You can touch me now" you breathlessly say, he wastes no time pulling you up to straddle his thigh, grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

"That felt so good baby, but please never do that to me again."

"Just wanted to see if I could do it" you bite your lip. He pulls your lip from your teeth to kiss you again, his hold on you tightening as he presses you down on his thigh - "c'mon, it's my turn to see you cum" he speaks against your lips.

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Pocket Square | D. Ricciardo

Summary: Daniel uses your black lace panties as a pocket square / based on this post Warnings: It's smut with a side of plot.. it's also kind of public, but no one catches you :) Words: 800ish

Your body feels like it's on fire as he pushes you against the door to close it. His hand swiftly finding the lock to make sure no one interrupts you. You were for his eyes only right now.

The dress you were wearing had been driving him crazy all day. But he'd been a gentleman, kept his touches PG in contrast to his thoughts. He'd tried to wait until he could take his time with you, but when your hands started wandering, your words started teasing he couldn't help himself any longer. Now you only had 15 minutes until he had to be ready to be on the runway for the Amber Lounge.

His suit was already on, it had been your tipping point really. There was something about him in a suit - it was a sight you didn't see too often. Maybe it was the way his bowtie brought your attention to his strong neck. Or how the lines of the suit accentuated his frame. Or how confident he looked. Or how the thought of carefully removing each item of clothing to reveal what was underneath made you wetter than you'd like to admit.

So here you were in a random toilet, his hands pinning yours above your head as your tongues meet. He groans into your mouth as he frees one of his hands to hook your leg at his waist to grind against you.

"Wanna taste you" he groans against your lips making you whimper. "You want that, huh? Want my lips on that sweet pussy of yours?"

"Fuck, yes- Daniel please"

He doesn't waste any time freeing your hands so he can get on his knees. He slides your panties down your legs and lifts one of them to rest on his shoulder before his hand slowly travels back up the length of your leg to tease you.

You can hear how wet you are as his fingers touch your lips to spread your arousal. He gives your clit a quick kiss, your head bumping into the door as you squirm with impatience.

"Shhh, baby, I got you" he murmurs before he spreads your lips with his fingers, his tongue licking a stripe through them before finally landing on your clit. You bite the palm of your hand to stay quiet as he works his tongue perfectly against you. He loved you like this and knew exactly what to do to get you desperate enough to grind against his mouth. You didn't even know you were doing it half of the time, your hips living a life of their own as you fuck yourself on his tongue.

He's groaning against you, enjoying this as much as you. It's not until he grabs a hold of your hips that you notice you'd been moving them - he buries his face into you making you moan out his name. It's stuck on repeat like a scratched record as he pushes you towards your orgasm. Your hips are stuck, grabbing a hold of his hair to feel some kind of control.

Looking down at him, he's completely lost in giving you pleasure, and though you know he's not about to stop you can't help the words tumbling out of your mouth as the knot in your stomach tightens, "keep going, keep going, keep goi-"

Your toes curl, your back arches off of the door, his eyes are on you and it's a look that says "cum for me". Your vision goes blurry and it crashes through you, wave after wave rolls as his tongue laps against you. He's soft as he works you through it, bringing you down from your high slowly, licking up all your cum.

He playfully bites the inside of your thigh as you look down at him. "If I could stop time-" he trails off, you bite your lip and nod, carefully running your hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it again. It looked unsuspicious enough for you now.

Before you can stop him he's grabbed his pocket square, running it through your folds carefully before turning it around to clean his mouth.

"Daniel-" you stare at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Aren't you supposed to have that for the show"

He shrugs, "nah, I'll use this". He picks up your panties, winking at you as he stands up, folding them neatly before placing them where his pocket square was. He adjusts your dress, kissing your lips as if he didn't just make you wet all over again.

"This is much prettier anyways, and dare I say risqué," he says, putting on a silly accent at the last word. He checks himself in the mirror, admiring the newest addition of your black lacy fabric.

"C'mon gotta get you that first-row spot, I heard there's this really hot Australian in the show, wouldn't want you to miss him," he smirks

You slap his arm, before checking yourself in the mirror too- "babe, you look beautiful" he grabs your hand, slowly opening the door to peek his head out. You assume it's clear as he opens it wider, walking the two of you out. You don't hesitate to match his slight hurry, you really didn't want to miss the hot Australian guy in the fashion show.

A/N: I have NO problem writing more of this if anyone wants that hjdskajf

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