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[christianpulisexy]

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

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

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

Hat-trick off of the Pitch - MM7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get up you fucking twit!”

This was going to be a fun night.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your what?” You said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But England-”

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

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

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

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

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

[christianpulisexy]

The Poison that Eats at You - MM7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

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

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

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

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

“Double vodka-”

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

A double vodka and coke.

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

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

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be that bad?

Tonight was bad, you take back everything you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got Mason.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mase.” You said.

“Yes baby?” He replied.

“You’re not a shit footballer.”

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

[christianpulisexy]

Hues of Red and Yellow - MM7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you to me.” You replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[christianpulisexy]

Hat-trick off of the Pitch - MM7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get up you fucking twit!”

This was going to be a fun night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your what?” You said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But England-”

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

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

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

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

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

[christianpulisexy]

Kiss Cam - MM7

Mason wants his girlfriend to meet his parents. But little does she know, more than just his parents will be meeting her.

Waking up, the sunlight gently shining into your room. Your brain replayed the last few scenes of your dream, something about a walking tree, before they were loose forever. Stretching, you noticed the lump in the bed was still there. The lump being none other than your boyfriend.

His back turned away from you, you delicately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he hummed with the contact of your cool hands on his warm back. You gently kissed the two freckles just below his neck, as he turned around to face you.

Mason’s brown eyes, like a burning hearth on a cold day looked into yours, as he mouthed “Good morning.” to you, before you too mouthed “good morning.” back.

He pulled you closer into him, and your head rested against his beating heart. A heart that beat for you.

“Did you sleep okay m’love.” Mason mumbled, his cheek buried into your hair, as he placed a soft kiss on it.

“There was someone annoying me all night.” You mumbled against his chest, feeling his laugh before you heard it.

“Fine then. If that’s how it is.” Mason giggled before pretending to push you off of the bed, before he quickly pulled you back into his chest safely.

“Mason!” You squealed, as you felt your leg go over the edge.

“If it’s not the consequence of my own actions.” He laughed, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

You two sat in a comfortable silence.

“I slept just flawlessly.” You said to him, answering his question.

“Yeah? I slept just exquisitely.” Mason said back to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your relationship was fairly new, the pair of you dating for half a year. Yet at the same time, your relationship was definitely not new. Mason and you had met at school, when you got paired together during food tech and had to make apple crumble together. After a visit to your head of year and a ban on any further participation, it was safe to say, you’d found a new friend. Eventually that friendship turned into a crush, and 4 years later, a relationship.

“I need to shower. But it’s so lonely.” Mason said, poking your back lightly. “So so so lonely.” He finished, kissing your cheek with every ‘so’ he said.

“Is that your way of asking me to shower with you? Very smooth Masey.” You giggled into his chest as he pulled you impossibly closer.

“Is that you saying yes?” He said, significantly quieter than before.

“Yes.” You nodded again this chest.

Mason rolled on top of you, so that you were underneath him, his hands on your hips. Before they snaked up your body as he began to tickle you.

“Mason stop!” You said, your whole body squirming underneath him. Before long, you were both breathless with giggles as he stared down at you, before dramatically lifting his wrist to check his none existent clock.

“Oh look it’s time to shower!” Mason said, before he got out of bed, and tugged you down by your feet, before you wrapped your legs around his waist as he kicked the door open with his foot.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, making sure not to slip on any water, Mason quickly followed behind with a towel around his waist.

“You should come to the match today.” He said, as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

“Mase you know I’d love too but-” You stopped, unsure of what really was holding you back from going.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t pressure you or anything.” He said, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snuggled into his chest, as he brought his arm to your head.

“Baby please, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought it would be a good time for you to meet everyone.” He confessed.

Meet everyone? What did he mean by that?

“Meet everyone?” You said, peering up at him.

“Yeah everyone like mum, dad, Lewis and whatever. Mums been doing my bloody head in, ‘Mase you can’t keep talking about her and not expect me to by dying to meet her!’” Mason said, imitating his mum, which made you laugh.

“Yeah. I’d love to. I need something to wear though, I was planning on staying in my pajamas the whole day. Wait. What if they don’t like me? What if they ask me football questions and I don’t know them? I still don’t get the offside rule. Or omg, what if they think i’m with you because of money-”

With every word that left your lips, Mason’s eyebrows moved either up his face before he eventually cut you off with a kiss. Grabbing our thigh lightly, he directed you to the bathroom counter, which he placed you on, before slotting himself between your knees. His hands rubbed your thighs lovingly, as he just stared at you, making you blush.

“They. Are. Going. To. Fucking. Love. You.” Mason said, lightly placing a kiss on your lips for every word he said.

“I’m finally doing it. I’m meeting the parents.” You giggled, scratching his hair slightly.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.”

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Mason gave you one last goodbye kiss before he made his way to the stadium. It was the last match of the season, so there would be a few surprises. Chelsea posting a teasing video on their instagram of a camera quickly moving around before stopping at two people. You and Mason had debated over what it could be, both having no real answer.

“My favourite part of the game will be getting my well done kiss when we win.” Mason said cheekily before he left. You lightly slapped his butt before he left, blowing you one last kiss.

Pulling a Mount jersey on, you were ready to go.

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Sitting in Mason’s box, you tapped your foot anxiously waiting for his family to arrive. When the door suddenly opened, you got up and turned around to see his mum and dad standing there. His mum immediately seeing you, and pulling you into a hug.

“Oh I’ve heard so much about you Y/N! You’re even more beautiful in person than what Mason described!” She gushed, as you felt yourself blush.

“Where are my manners? I’m Y/N. It’s so lovely to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you too. Was warned about this one especially.” You joked, nodding your head towards his brother Lewis who gave you a hug.

“You’ll come to learn i’m the better Mount in this family.” He joked.

“I think you’ll find that, that is myself.” His dad joked, pulling you into a hug too.

You settled into a pleasant conversation, automatically feeling at home. You sighed in content as out came the players, and out come your boy.

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Football Mase was completely different than the Mason at home. Cheeks burning red, and a short temper, you watched him argue with the referee, his hands telling the story colourfully. His usual calm, kind eyes were a fiery hot, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

As the full time whistle blew, and Mason proving his statement earlier on correct, they did win. And during his lap of applause, a voice boomed out of the speakers.

“Ladies and gentleman, we would appreciate if you could take your seats as quickly as possible.”

Unsure of what that meant, you settled back into your seat, making eye contact with Mason as he too shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what was happening.

The stadium went dark as the crowd oohhed and what was happening. Green, blue, purples lights danced around the stadium before the words “Building Bridges at the Bridge.” appeared on the screen, as the crowd cheered, unaware of what that meant. The stadium went dark again, before ‘Kiss Cam’ appeared on the screen, with pictures of both Mason and Kai with pouty faces moved on the screen as well. You laughed, as the camera whizzed around, stopping on Ben and Reece who stood unaware on the pitch.

Reece, who pulled a face when the crowd laughed soon realised what was happening as he pointed at the screen. Ben laughed too, before Ben kissed Reece’s cheek, making the whole stadium laugh.

The game went on, and the ooh’s of the stadium increased when couples were chose. You too laughed along with Debbie, until your laugh was stole from you when you seen yourself appear on the screen, along with a random man sat beside you. He gave you a sheepish look, one that you returned back.

You seen Mason bite his lip, before he said something and began to climb the barrier, as he began to run up the steps to his box.

As he got into the box, he quickly span you around and dipped you into a kiss, as you felt the whole stadium erupt in cheers. As you smiled into the kiss, he helped you back up.

“Guess we’re not so secret anymore.” He winked.

Don’t know how I feel about this … but I hope you guys like it!!! Thanks for all the love Xx🥹🥹🥹

[christianpulisexy]

𝗄𝖾𝗒⁀➷

✩ = fluff

❥ = smut

༊ = angst

fluff:

Always a Bridesmaid ✩

Kiss Cam ✩

smut:

Hat-trick off the Pitch ✩+ ❥

Hues of Red and Yellow ✩+ ❥

angst:

The Poison that Eats at You ༊ + ✩

[christianpulisexy]

Always the Bridesmaid - MM7

From bridesmaid dress shopping, from phone calls of a couple madly in love. Weddings bring about joy, love, and happiness. But why did no one tell you what else they bring?

“Hiya beautiful ladies. We’re here for a bridesmaid consultation, is that right?” Said a woman, which snapped you out of your daydream.

“We are indeed.” Jasmin replied, as both you and the other girls smiled at her.

“Then why are we still standing here? We’ve got dresses to find!”

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“Y/N, how about you pop in here love and we’ll get you started.” Lauren replied, throwing you a wink as the other girls hooted as you left your bag on the seat. You even felt a slight slap of your butt, and turned to see Jasmin smirking at you.

“Wait till I tell my boyfriend that there’s someone else interested in me.” You replied, making her laugh.

“I changed your boyfriend nappy, I can’t take nothing he says seriously.”

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“So what exactly are you looking for?” Lauren asked you, a notebook at the ready, as she too smiled at yourself and Jasmin’s sibling like antics.

“Well I have a fuller bust so there’s certain necklines that just so look good on me. I’m scared that my boobs will poke someone in the eye.” You said sincerely, the room erupting in both nods of familiarly or laughs.

“So there’s the redeeming quality my brother found in you.” Jasmin remarked, as you throw her a look.

“I’ll have you know I have a charming personality. Anyways, i’m not comfortable in higher necklines because I feel like they make my bust look lower on my body, thin straps too. I feel like they’re about to snap if I even move an inch. Things that are too baggy make me look boxy.” You said to Lauren, as she scribbled down what you had just told her.

“So i’m thinking a crossed neckline or a straight one. So we’ll head back, pull out a few pieces and see what feels right for you my lovely.”

“Perfect!”

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As Lauren took your measurements, you weren’t sure where you should look, meeting her eyes would cause you to giggle, and you didn’t want her to think you were rude.

“You’re made of honour then.” Lauren said, breaking the silence in the small fitting room.

“Yeah, Jasmin is like the big sister I never had. I have 3 older brothers, so I never had the big sister experience, and then she came along and I did get it.” You told her, and Lauren could see the affection you had for her in your eyes. Words may be telling, but the eyes never lie.

“How lovely! How did you two meet?” She asked, moving the measuring tape to your waist.

“Her younger brother is my boyfriend.” You told her and you willed yourself not to blush.

“Stupid question, I was literally there when she said the whole brother redeeming quality thing.” Lauren scolded herself, making you laugh lightly. Lauren stood up, and popped a few dresses in.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

As you stepped out in a one shoulder piece, the girls clapped and you heard compliments like ‘just stunning’ and ‘incredible’ being thrown about.

“You look gorgeous!” Another bridesmaid remarked, and you knew she was sincere.

“I hate it on me.” You said, the white lights of the room making you spot every detail as yoj analysed the dress.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Someone else said.

“It’s pretty, but I feel like I have to constantly suck in when i’m wearing it. I won’t be comfortable in this at all.” You sighed in defeat.

Next dress!

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Dress after dress, you were frustrated and sweaty that nothing was right.

“I have this sweetheart neckline, it’s silk. We can try it.” Lauren said, spotting you were annoyed.

“Let’s give it a go.”

As you walked out, you knew this dress was the one. It made you feel good, and that was what you came here for. Jasmin snapped a picture of you, as she smiled at you.

“I think this dress is the one.” She said.

“I think so too.”

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Arriving into your apartment after your dress fitting, you headlined to the fridge for a snack, eventually deciding on a chocolate yoghurt. As you searched for a spoon, you felt buzzing in your back pocket. Taking the phone out, you smiled at the contact name.

“No you’re not seeing the dress.” You laughed, as you heard Mason sigh in defeat.

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” He said matter of factly.

“You weren’t?” You snorted.

“Nope. Just wanted to see how your day was beautiful.” He said, stressing the syllables on the ‘ope’.

“So you’re not at all interested in what my dress looks like?” You said.

“Nope.” He said again, obviously lying.

“So i’ll just not show you then.” You replied, popping the spoon into the sink.

“Baby come on. Please let me see. I’ll beg, i’ll get down on my knees. I’ll climb a balcony. Please.” He said, his voice getting whiner by the second.

“You’ve been reduced to begging. How pathetic.” You teased, as you heard his laugh through your phone that was balanced on your shoulder as you tugged your shoes off.

Why are these laces so tight?

“Baby come on. Don’t call yourself pathetic.” Mason teased back, as you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t beg.” You said bluntly.

“You don’t?” He taunted.

“I just like to tell you what I want.” You said, finally getting your other shoe off.

“Should I remind you what you said last night?” He teased.

“I remember. No need to bring it up.” You cringed, well aware of the state Mason got you in.

“Mason please-” He began, before you quickly cut him off.

“Right shut up, I get it.”

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Forward 10 months, at the wedding.

“Mase.” You groaned in frustration, struggling with the zipper on your dress.

“This bloody zippers doing my head in, and if I don’t get it zipped up in 2 seconds, I will rip it off.” You said, flopping down on the chair. Instantly, Mason pops his head in, humour in his eyes as he obviously finds your disgruntled state funny.

He makes his way over to you, pulling you off of the bed, as he zips your dress up. Placing a delicate kiss on your spine.

“You look breathtaking.” He says, before spinning you around to get a good look at you. You blush under his intense stare, still not entirely sure how to take a compliment. A quick kiss to his cheek shows him you’re grateful. You wipe the bit of lipstick that is left on his cheek, and your hand lingers there.

“You look very handsome in your suit too.” You say, as you take in his appearance. The jacket covering his broad shoulders was doing things to you.

“We best get going.” He says, taking your hand in his before placing a quick kiss onto it. Your intertwine your arm into his, before quickly running back to grab your lipgloss.

Can’t forget that.

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The ceremony was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but shed a few tears. As you wiped one away, you caught Mason’s eye and you knew he’d tease you for it later on.

“Cry baby.” He mouthed, before you stuck your tongue out at him. You can’t help but wonder, what will your big day be like. But you’re snapped out of your daydream seeing the new couple kiss for the first time.

One day, you thought. And little did you know, your thoughts mirrored Mason’s.

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The reception was a little girls dream. The candle lit room from something in a fairytale, and you couldn’t help but just stare at the decor. From the roses hanging from the ceiling, to the soft music in the background, the violinist telling a story with just the movement of his hands memorised you into a dreamlike trance. It was perfect.

As yourself and Mason chatted to a cousin of his, you sipped on your drink as you laughed at his uncles story of his nightmare golfing trip with a work colleague.

“And then I said to him, ‘What would you have done.’ and he just looked at me, and said ‘Shit i’ve dropped my clubs.’ So I obviously got out of the cart to have a nosey, and the fucker drives off. I didn’t even have time to scratch my arse, and he was away like a bat out of hell!” He finished, as the table erupted in laughter.

Was the story funny? No, not at all. It was borderline cringe, but the table had been sipping on wine all night, so everything was automatically funnier.

“I’m going to pop to the loo. You fine here.” Mason said, leaning into you as he placed a kiss above your ear.

“Yeah i’m grand.” You replied, comfortable with his family. He winked at you, before dandering off to the toilets.

As time went on, you ended up with Mason’s little cousin in your arms. Giggling at the little girl, as you held up your hand so she could play with your bracelets. As Mason returned, he felt his heart thump and thump against his chest. He feared his ribs might break. If he could take a picture, and capture this moment he would.

He then remembered, he could in fact take a picture. Best invention ever.

He came over to you, instantly meeting your eyes as you smiled up at him, and then to the little girl resting in your arms as you explained the book in front of you to her.

“Hiya gorgeous girl. Aren’t you a vision in your dress.” Mason cooed, pressing a sloppy kiss to the girls cheek as she grinned back at him. As he took her chubby cheeks in his hands, he couldn’t help but imagine another baby in your arms.

Your baby. His baby.

“She’s just the prettiest girl on the planet isn’t she!” You cooed at her, as she too babbled at you, her little hands grabbing at you, as you moved her into a more comfortable position on your lap. Mason settled into you, as your head rested on his strong shoulder, a hand coming around your waist to meet both you and the little girl in your arms.

You sighed in content. This was what life was supposed to be like.

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After you had shared a dance with Tony, still sipping on whatever was in your hand, you were more than tipsy. A hand grabbed your waist and turned you around, before he took one of your hands in his, and left the other on your waist.

As the song slowed, so did time. Every person, every problem, every setback was gone. It was just you and him.

As you swayed to the music, you leaned into his chest as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You know I couldn’t help but think about how good of a mummy you’d be.” He said, your eyes snapping up at him, as he looked up at your with pure affection.

“Our baby would have the best daddy.” You whispered, not even sure he heard it.

Even if Mason hadn’t heard, his heart had. And his heart would hold onto that. His heart wouldn’t forget.

“I hope the next wedding we’re slow dancing at is our own.” He said, twirling you to the music.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I love you, and it makes me sad that I can’t tell you in a more romantic way, like you can. But I do love you, a lot. As much as I love football. Actually, you’re better than football-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

“I love you too dork.” You laughed, as he felt you smile into the kiss.

“But i’m your dork.” He grinned.

“Yes you are my dork. Now and forever.”

This is so shitty and I hate everything about it, but it’s something! New fics coming your way🫶