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freshxsturniolo · 7 months ago

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4th July - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary / warnings ; inspired by jake webbers 4th july party vid!! mentions of jake, johnnie, carrington and tara as well as the triplets. flirting, fluff.

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"oh fuck, put me down" you laugh through a mouthful of beer, jake holding your legs on his shoulder as tara pressed down on the power button to the keg you were gripping hold of.

you hear the people around you laughing as you feel jake slowly lowering you to the ground and you whip your head back up, swolling down the beer. you wince as the liquid finally flushes through you and you feel two hands clap on your shoulders, the sound of your more recent friend carringtons voice in your ear.

"took that like a champ" he laughs, and you turn round to look at him with a grimace.

"that tastes like shit" you say, and he only laughs harder as he gives your shoulder a squeeze before walking off in the direction of the pool table.

you let your eyes adjust around you, the garden full of people you only half recognised, some you had never seen before in your life, before jake passes you an actual drink.

"here you go, m'lady" he chuckles, and you swat at his arm but take the drink gratefully.

"do you even know everyone here, jake?" you ask, looking around the garden again, and jake pulls you by the elbow closer to him as carrington now wants to take your place with the beer keg. a group of his friends already ready to hold his legs whilst tara stays put on the ground to be the one to assist him.

"no." jake admits, and you give him an eye and he shrugs. "some are johnnies friends. some carringtons. some i just invited to be nice." he laughs, and you can't help but laugh with him. he had always been so carefree.

johnnie comes bouncing over now, a giggle on his lips as he holds 3 jello shots in his hands.

"these were the last 3" he says, handing one to each you and jake.

"the last 3?!" you spit. "we spent hours making these last night. how many fucking people are here?" you laugh, but you all take the shots in one, grimacing as the vodka hits your mouth. you pass the empty container back to johnnie who hurries off to the throw them in the trash, at the same time someone you had never seen before catches jakes attention. he gives you elbow a quick rub of reassurance and you give him a smile, knowing you'll catch up with him later and set off to make yourself mingle with the people here.

but it only takes you a few steps before your eyes meet with the person you've been secretly waiting to arrive.. his blue eyes staring at you deeply.

you're drunk, you know you're drunk, the beer from the keg and the jello shot hitting you immediately after already copious amounts of alcohol you'd been drinking through the day, but you let your face stay calm as you give the blue eyed boy a small smile.

chris sturniolo is leaning against one of the fences in the garden, staring at you with a smile on his lips. his two brothers matt and nick are not too far away, but they're engrossed in a conversation with someone you don't recognise and are yet to notice you.

you take a deep sip from your cup and start the walk over to him. he's looking you up and down, which you can hardly expect anything less. you're wearing the exact same outfit as tara. little shorts and a bikini top, only yours is blue and hers is red, and you have to admit you'll likely a little too exposed. you feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of you, but you appreciate the way he looks you straight in the eyes as you finally reach him.

"that was pretty impressive" he says, nodding over to the keg you'd just been drinking from. you smile.

"what can i say? im a girl of many talents." you laugh, taking another sip from your drink.

"that you are" he says, before he pushes himself off the fence and engulfs you in a hug.

there was something unspoken between you and chris. you had only met a handful of times, two of those being super brief when he was filming videos for jake and tara, yet somehow you could not keep away from him. you were constantly texting, after exchanging numbers over instagram dm after the first time you met, and you had continued to conversate with each other ever since. sometimes they were just flowing conversations, how are yous and what you up tos, sometimes they were deeper, about work and about the industry and about stress, but sometimes they were flirtatious, youre so prettys and wow you look in that recent instagram post.

you dont know what it was about chris sturniolo, but you enjoyed every second of him.

as you pulled away from your hug, you gave him a smile.

"do you not want a drink?" you ask, and he takes a peak into your cup.

"yeah, go on then." he smiles.

"what about these two?" you say, pointing to his brothers who had yet to acknowledge you yet. chris chuckles.

"matts driving and nicks got a meeting early tomorrow."

"too bad" you smile, and you grab his hand without even thinking, pulling him into the direction of the kitchen. you weave past what feels like hundreds of people stopping every now and then as chris daps up the odd person he knows, jake and johnnie being two of them, before you finally make it to the kitchen. you let go of his hand once you're there.

"okay" you say, leaning over to take a look at the ray of beers lined up.

"we got corona, we got some miller, we got some vodka,"

"corna will do" he says into your ear above the music and the bustle of people around you. you lean over and grab him one, passing it across to him before finding the bottle opener. he goes to take it off you but you pull your arm away, placing your hand right at the top of his on his bottle and staring straight at him, before you use the bottle opener to take off the lid. all the whilst your eyes on his.

he can't help but chuckle at you as he takes a sip, and you're about to say something when arms wrap around your neck.

"CHRIS" the voice shouts, and your hand instantly goes up to the arm you as you feel it as carrington.

"hey, man" chris nods, and you notice as he looks at both of your skin touching each other. you can't pretend it doesn't make you smile. so you play with him, you rub your hand against carringtons arm as he keeps it in place, but uses his free arm to clink drinks with chris.

"how are ya?" carrington says, and you take a sip of your beer before moving your head to look up at him. he looks down at you straight away. "what?" carrington says, and you laugh.

"nothing, carry on" and you divert back to chris.

"yeah, good man. real good." chris says.

"as you should be" carrington says, before he bends down so his cheek is touching yours.

"you need to come film a section for jakes video" carrington says, and you let out a groan. you had forgotten jake had meant to be filming the whole thing and you suddenly realise you hadn't seen him with his camera once.

"okay, okay" you say, and carrington finally moves his hand from around your neck and automatically grabs onto your hand. he's already striking up conversation with someone who's just past the three of you, so you use the short couple seconds to look towards chris.

"well" you start, holding up your drink to salute. "short and sweet, but duty calls. i'll catch you later?"

chris smiles, saluting you with his drink. "of course" and he turns around to walk off. you let out a sigh before giving carringtons hand a quick tug, which he turns around to look at you, then to the empty space where chris just was, and he nods in understandmant as he guides you back through the crowd, back out into the garden, and smack into the front of jakes camera.

it only takes a short few seconds before you're laughing, both jake and carrington with their arms around your neck as they sing along to the my chemical romance song blasting through the speakers. you're soon then joined by your best friend tara, who hands you all a fresh shot of tequila, and before you know it you're feeling lose again. dancing with your best friends, no care in the world if the camera is there or isnt.

unbeknown to you, chris is trying his hardest to distract him selves with conversations with this brothers and his friends at the party, but his always found yours. you singing with jake, dancing with tara and johnnie. he doesn't miss every second you get close to carrington either, and he starts to doubt all the conversations the two of you have had over the last few months. had he got the wrong end of the stick? where you just being friendly and he'd let his guard down a little?

after a another hour, you knew you were drunk. not just drunk, but the type of drunk where you go one of two ways. you either stay happy and giddy, or you fall down a pit of annoyance and you simply want to be left alone, but the music and the people surrounding you where only lifting your spirits as you took yourself to the kitchen to get another drink. theres people everywhere shouting your name as you walk through, and you smile and say hi to them, a few of your friends stopping you for photos, but when you finally reach to drinks table you let out a sigh of relief, reaching into your back pocket for you phone just to stand alone for a second.

you click onto instagram, already having being tagged in a few peoples instagram stories from photos you'd been taking throughout the day, a video on carringtons story of you upside down taking the keg, and you laugh as you reshare them all, before a text pings through.

chris : any chance we can properly say hi now?

you smirk at his message but whip your head around to look behind you, and see him standing against the kitchen door looking at you. you roll your head back and laugh, holding out your hand for him to come and join you. you notice the corna you had given him earlier is long gone and is now replaced by what looks like a standard beer, but his eyes are slightly red and you know he's had more than one or two.

"hi" you joke as he reaches you, taking your hand slightly as you let them slip to the side of you. he laughs, before looking towards all the drinks.

"are you sure you're okay to drink anymore?" he says, but you can tell he's being kind and not patronising.

you give him a side eye. "why, have you been watching me?"

his cheeks flush a little. "hard not to." he says, as he looks down at your body. now your cheeks flush, but you laugh it off as you reach over for a beer.

"im good. im a good mood." you say, letting go of his hand now and opening the bottle. "i could do with a sit down, for a few minutes though. are matt and nick still here?"

he smiles. "yeah, we're sat by the pool."

you groan in pleasure. "ugh, perfect. i can dip my feet in."

and you grab his hand again, pulling him out into the garden and smiling at the fresh air. your eyes scan the poolside, but chris steps infront of you slightly to guide the way. you hiccup slightly, and bring your hand to your mouth, and chris turns to look at you.

"sorry" you giggle, and chris look down at you.

"you're so cute" he says, and you notice that his eyes linger toward your lips for a second, but you shake it off as you move over to the pool, finally spotting eyes with his two brothers.

they each jump up when they see you, engulfing you in a hug, each telling you how incredible you look, before you all sit down by the pool again. theres a few others sat around in a circle, tara being one of them and she sticks her tongue out at you, which you return, before you sit closest to the pool, sighing as you deep feet into the cold water.

"that good?" you hear, opening your eyes to see chris has sat directly next to you, breaking up the circle completely. you were planning on twisting around ever so slightly to join in the conversation, but chris has completely blocked the way. you had to admit it made you feel a little giddy.

"so good. its SO hot" you say, facing back towards the pool.

"you could say that" he says, and you whip your head to give him a stare, which he just laughs at. you had not seen him for the last month. both of you so busy with work projects, and he had not long been on a few trips with his brother matt, and he had only grown more attractive to look at. his hair was a little long, possibly from travelling so much, he had a small bit of stubble that you'd never seen on him before in person, he's wearing a plain white tee and as you look down, black shorts. his legs were crossed but his knee was just inches away from your thigh, and you smile.

"what you smiling at?" he asks now, and you divert your eyes back to him as he takes a drink.

"we've never been alone together, did you know that?" you ask, and he raises his eyebrow, to which you roll your eyes. "i mean," you start. "we're always with people. someone else is always in on the conversation. i think todays the first day we've sat alone."

he nods as he looks behind him at his brothers and friends surrounding us, all engrossed in their own drunken little words, not even noticing that you and chris have distanced ourselves off slightly. you sit up slightly now, moving your hands away from the ground and grab your drink, taking a deep swig from it.

"its about time, dont you think?" chris asks.

"yeah. it is." you smile.

"i have to ask you something-" he starts, and you raise your eyebrow in anticipation, but you notice as his eyes scan the garden, his cheeks flushing slightly. "are you and-"

but he's cut off by a loud squeal. you each look up towards the noise as you see both carrington and jake holding tara in the air. one under her arms and the other her feet as they edge towards the pool. you both immediately let out a laugh as you watch the commotion, before the throw her into the pool. the water splashes up and towards you and chris, and you both move backwards to try and miss it, failing miserably as you both accidentally clash shoulders and get soaked through anyway.

"JAKE" you squeal, just in time for tara to emerge from under the water. it amazes you that her make up stays in the exact same position as she pushes her hair backwards, now completely soaked through.

"you're next" jake says, running towards you.

"NO" you squeal, but it's too late before jakes hands are on your waist. tara is laughing in the pool, egging jake on, and you can't help but laugh as jake tries his hardest to get you to stand up. when he finally does so, you let out a squeal and you can't help but automatically fly your hands out to chris, who laughs as he grabs hold of your hand.

"he can't save you" jake says, and before you know it you're flung in the air, hitting the water right next to tara. when you reemerge, you let out a splutter and wipe at your nose, letting your eyes adjust to the garden around you, but its only a matter of seconds before both jake and carrington canon ball in at either side of you, more screams erupting as you get soaked through once again.

"you're both INSUFFERABLE" you scream over the music, and you dodge carrington as he goes to fling his arms over your shoulder. he holds his hands to his heart, pretending to be hurt, but before you know it tara has flung herself onto him. you laugh at the two of them, jake dancing around trying to persuade others to get in the pool, and then you let your eyes divert to chris again. he's watching you with a smile, and you suddenly remember the conversation you were having.

you keep your eyes locked on him as you swim up to him, his legs still crossed at the edge of the pool, and you plant your arms on the ground to keep yourself afloat.

"what where you saying, before we got interrupted?" you ask, reaching out for your beer not to far away. chris watches you, his eyes scanning over your face, down towards your boobs pressed against the edge of the pool and you notice his adams apple bop up and down as he takes a deep swollow.

"nothing. its okay" he says, and you raise your eyebrow at him.

"tell me" you whine, and he looks towards the pool. your eyes follow him as you see tara on carringtons back, bopping up and down the pool, and you look back to him.

"i just - i - is anything going on, between you and carrington?" he stutters, and it takes everything in you to not smile. one, at the ridiculousness of his questions, because no, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and carrington, but two, the fact he cared. he cared enough to ask. you look at him, and suddenly you feel even more attracted to him. maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you, but you pick up your hands and grab his.

"come in here" you say, and he widens his eyes.

"not a chance" he laughs.

"what you are scared of?"

"nothing"

"then get in" you say, and you let go of his hand, lay back, and push yourself off the wall of the pool and float backwards a little bit. when you look back up, he's staring at you intensely, but he still hasn't moved, so you shrug your shoulders and look towards carrington.

but that small little action makes something click inside of chris, and he's on his feet in an instant. you snap your head towards him, and you watch as he kicks off his shoes, socks following closely behind and a smile erupts over you face as you watch him. you hear nick and matt ask him what he's doing, but he ignores them as his t-shirt comes off next, and he gives you one last look before he dives in. theres a chorus of cheers around you as people notice another body in the pool, and a clap from carrington and jake as chris head reemerges from under the water. you laugh as you look at them, but when you look back to chris his eyes have never once left yours. his hair is wet through, in front of his eyes and already curling up, as he walks towards you. your heart is racing, theres something about this that feels different now. and when he finally reaches you he stops, pushing hair out of his eyes and rubbing at the water in his eyes.

when he's finished, you smile.

"is anything going on between me and carrington?" you repeat his words, and he looks at you intensely. and then you finally move. your hands around his neck immediately, your chest connecting with his as you move closer. this felt exciting, fireworks in your stomach. every single time you'd met up until now had been platonic. friends, who each time got more and more comfortable with each other. but the flirtatious texts had got more and more, the subtle comments on each other instagram posts had got more and more, and the alcohol surging through both of your bodies was giving a lot to answer for.

chris stares at you for a second, before a smile grows on his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer than you already where, and his eyes dropped down to look at your lips.

"thats what i asked" he says, but his voice had gone deeper.

he looks into your eyes and you smirk, a gravity pulling you together as you slowly move your head closer towards him, hands coming up into his hair before he finally closes that gap, his lips crashing against yours. it feels electric. you hate to be cliche but it feels like this has been brewing for so long and its finally happened. you can taste the hot dog he just had on his lips, but you don't care, because you probably taste like beer, and you can feel as his chest rises against yours, his hands slowly but surely sliding down until they cup the underneath of your butt, and you use it as a sign to bring your legs and wrap them around his waist. he smiles into the kiss, and you use it as your queue to let out a chuckle and pull away. you can feel his thumbs under the water caress you, and his eyes looked dazed.

"does that answer your question?" you ask, and he chuckles again, leaning in to pop a quick peck on your lip.

"yeah, it does." he says.

your eyes scan the people around you, and you notice that not a soul has looked in your direction. its like the two of you are wrapped in your own little bubble. when you look back towards him, his eyes are only on you.

"i want to take you home, right now" he whispers.

"do it then" you say back, feeling a little giddy, but he smiles at you and his next words make your heart swell.

"im going to be a gentleman, because i genuinely like you. are you free one day this week, for dinner?"

you smile, your heart beating. you're sure he can feel it against his chest.

"are you asking me on a date, christopher sturniolo?"

he smiles. "i am."

"then yes," you lean in and kiss him once more. "im free everyday this week."

"tomorrow?" he asks. you laugh, throwing your head back.

"tomorrow is good”

"great" he says, and then he spins you around in a circle, holding onto your tightly as you grip onto him even tighter, a laughter escaping the both of you as the world spins by.

all you know on that moment, is that there was something special brewing between you and the blue eyed boy.

didn’t intend for this to have more than one part but i kinda feel this going into a little few part series?? lemme know!

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hearts4golbach · 7 months ago

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Innocent.

pairing:

Carrington x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

adressing the carrington fic shortage

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warnings:

religion (christianity) mentioned, smut 18+, corruption kink if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION.)

word count:

1.0k

"and that's when I told him, I said 'honey, you hate red wine!'" your mother cackled from across the table.

Carrington, your boyfriend let out a small laugh. "that's hilarious." you said to your mother, trying to mask the sarcasm.

your parents had invited Carrington to dinner. you two had been dating for 7 months now, and you had never been happier. this was third dinner with your boyfriend and parents.

"mom, I think we drank too much to drive home." you lifted up your empty wine glass.

"why don't you two stay in the guest room?" your dad responded through a mouthful of food.

she gave your father a nasty look, mentally scolding him for talking with his mouth full. your mom hummed. "great idea! you two can come to church with us tomorrow morning!" she insisted.

you looked towards Carrington cautiously. "you want to?"

"yeah, sure. of course." he replied seriously. all he wanted was to make a good impression on your parents.

your mom began to pick up the empty plates off the table. Carrington shot out of his seat and began to help. "great! y/n, i'll text you what time you need to be ready by."

"mkay," you hugged both of your parents, wishing them a goodnight. "we'll see you guys in the morning."

Carrington thanked them for letting the two of you stay and said goodnight as well. you climbed the stairs with Carrington not far behind you. his hands slid down your waist, gripping your hips gently. you giggled, glancing behind you. he was staring at you, his eyes full of lust and admiration.

"you're fucking crazy," you muttered, closing the bedroom door behind you.

he pulled you close to him, your back pressing against his chest. "it's not crazy if you keep quiet." he kissed your neck.

you hummed in response. he turned you so you were facing him. his lips met yours, the craving for more of your kiss never subsided. his lips glided against yours gently as he ran you into the bed. your knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to fall back onto the plump mattress.

you smiled, watching as carrington crawled between your legs. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed down your neck. he worked at your shirt, taking it off and tossing it on the floor. "might make you pull up to church covered in hickeys," he teased as he sucked dark love bites into your breasts.

"that's not a good idea." you breathed out.

"that's why i wanna do it." he whispered as he bit your earlobe. his hand slid under your skirt, teasing your core through your panties. "stay quiet for me and i won't."

you bit your lip and nodded in agreement. you suppressed small moans as his thumb pressed your clit, making you buck up into his hand. "so needy," he muttered, placing kisses along your jaw. "roll onto your side, mama."

you did as he told. you watched as he slid off his pants. he left his shirt and boxers on before climbing in bed behind you. he spooned you, letting his hands roam your body. you grind onto his aching cock. he moved your skirt up, bunching it around your waist as he grippped your hips. he rolled his hips, his hard dick hitting your clit at the perfect angle. you slapped your hand over your mouth, preventing a loud moan from slipping out of your lips.

he scooted his boxers down just enough. his cock sprung out, the tip resting against your ass. he pulled the covers over the two of you before pulling your panties off. he scooted closed to you, one hand cupping your hip as he aligned his tip with your entrance.

"please," you whimpered, pushing yourself further back.

"someone isn't being very holy." he teased. his free hand covered your mouth as he thrusted into you.

you choked on a moan, your jaw falling slack as he thrusted into you slowly. he cupped your mouth tighter. "doing so fucking good, babe. stay quiet."

you held his hand over your mouth tight, squeezing your eyes closed as your body was overcome with pleasure. he thrusted inside of you at. slow pace, his tip rubbing your g spot with each thrust. sweat began to bead on your forehead.

"harder," your pleas were muffled by his hand.

carrington removed his hand from your mouth. "repeat that, love."

"harder," you whimpered, ending up being louder than he liked.

his middle and pointer finger slipped into your mouth. his thrusts began to pick up as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. he pistoned into you, making small whimpers escape from you. you clung onto his arm as you arched your back.

"you like that?" he teased in your ear. "you're doing so fucking good."

you whined as you pushed yourself back onto him. you nodded your head, agreeing to what Carrington had said. his fingers moved from your mouth to around your neck. he squeezed tightly, cutting off your moans. your eyes rolled back as he pounded your G spot.

you let out a raspy moan, "shit, i'm so fucking close." you turned your head to kiss him.

his lips melted into yours as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap as he kept the pace he was at. he gripped your throat tighter as you kissed. "i'm so glad you're mine." he muttered against your lips.

your walls spasmed around his cock as you came. he helped you ride out your high with a few thrusts as he came inside of you. he kissed your cheek. "you were amazing baby," you felt his cock soften inside of you before he pulled out.

he helped you adjust your clothing, making sure to clean you up the best he could. you rolled over to face him, nuzzling your head in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer.

Carrington gently kissed the top of your head. the two of you fell asleep not long after.

needless to say, you were walking a little wonky the next morning.

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carlottawllms · 1 year ago

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The Neighbour

Mason Mount x Reader Fluff / Smut Word Count: 9.9K

TW: Mentions of break-in

I really really hope you’ll like this one as I’m rather proud of it.

The thing is, I never meant for this to include as much smut as it does now. It was supposed to be a friends to lovers one with a tiny smutty scene, but then I got carried away (thank you Mason for dropping that video) and now there’s two smutty scenes in here.

It does have a plot tho – a cute one imo. Enjoy <3

As always, feedback is very much appreciated!

When Mason got home after a busy day at Carrington, he just wanted something to eat and to get on the couch. He was just back in full team training after his spell on the sidelines, so the sessions were still pretty exhausting and made his legs feel like they were about to fall off.

But when he turned the corner to his house and all he could see was police cars and an ambulance in his driveway, his heart dropped into his stomach.

“What the fuck?”

No one was supposed to be here as his parents were back in Portsmouth and his sister wasn’t due to visit for another two weeks so it couldn’t really be anything concerning his house, right?

Once he’d parked the car a little away from the scene to avoid getting in the way, he jogged over. The adrenaline in his body shot up to the tips of his hair the closer he got and the more people he saw running about.

“Sorry sir, you’re not allowed up here.”

In his haste, he hadn’t even noticed the barrier tape and the police man stopping him now with a hand on his arm.

“I live here.”, Mason explained as calmy as he could. “What’s going on?”

“You live in number 12?” The young officer raised his eyebrows in disbelief and Mason was quick in shaking his head as worry took over just as quickly. Number 12 was your house…

“No, in number 10, sorry. I’ve just seen the ambulance in my driveway. Number 12 is y/n y/l/n. Is she okay? What happened?”

In the few weeks Mason had been living here, he’d seen you often when he came home or left the house in the morning. Apparently, you had a similar schedule and after a few days of you sending him soft smiles whenever you saw him, he’d actually rung your doorbell and introduced himself properly.

He’d just talked to you this morning and you’d seemed more than fine. And now there was an emergency doctor and police men walking in and out of your house.

“You will understand that I cannot give any details about this for reasons of discretion, Mr. Mount. I can only advice you to go home or leave the scene please.”

“Can you at least let me know if she’s okay? I know her and I need to know if something happened to her. Please.”, he begged, knowing deep down that the officer wasn’t allowed to.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t tell you.”

Mason sighed quietly and nodded. The officer was just doing his job and taking it seriously and whilst it annoyed him that he wouldn’t get any information about you, he understood. He was about to bid his goodbye and leave when another officer joined.

“Mr. Mount?”

“Yeah?”

“Ms. y/l/n asked to let you pass. You can come and see her if you want to.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s pretty shaken-up, but physically she’s fine.”

Mason let out a sigh of relief at that. Whatever had happened you were at least not physically harmed. He contemplated asking the man about what had happened as he walked closer to where you were, but given he’d probably not get any information anyway, he decided to keep quiet and instead ask you in a bit.

You were sitting on the steps outside the front door, arms hugging your bent legs and chin propped up on your knees as you stared into space. A paramedic spoke to you, but from the way you kept nodding away, Mason could tell you weren’t really listening and the closer he got, the more obvious it became in what a sorry state you seemed to be.

The paramedic smiled at him politely before leaving and the second Mason kneeled down next to you, his heart broke. Your skin was pale, but on the tops of your cheeks it was all blotchy and your red-rimmed, glazed over eyes were a clear indication that you’d been crying.

“y/n, hey.”, he mumbled softly as he rested his hand on your ankle, fingers gently caressing the warm skin they could reach in an attempt to provide you with some comfort. “Are you okay? What happened?”

When you stayed quiet, Mason let you. He figured that whatever was wrong you were too overwhelmed to speak about it, so he opted for sitting down next to you and when you slightly leaned against him, he was quick in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side a little more.

“Whatever happened, I’m here now, okay? I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

As you felt him kissing the top of your head softly, it was like someone had opened the floodgates. Tears you’d tried so hard to hold back made it past the last line of defence and fell freely down your cheeks and before you could stop yourself, you turned your body and buried your face in his chest.

If Mason was surprised by your sudden need of proximity and affection, he didn’t show it in the slightest. He just grabbed your legs and placed them across his so he could pull you into a proper embrace and as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, you finally felt safe. Safe enough to let go of everything. And safe enough to let him in.

“Someone broke in.”, you choked, feeling Mason going stiff. “And they…they looked through all…all of my stuff and tou- touched it and…some things are go- gone and…it’s so scary, I just-“

Now that the shock slowly wore off and you had said it, you realised for the first time what had happened. A stranger had invaded your home, rummaged through all your things, touched them and even taken some of them. Someone had just burst the safe space you’d built for yourself like a balloon.

“Ssshh, it’s okay, y/n. You’re safe now, yeah? I’ve got you.”

Mason rocked you from side to side gently, holding you tight to his chest as he felt your hot tears against his neck. His heart hurt for you. Luckily, something like this had never happened to him, so he could only imagine how you felt, but the way your smaller body shook in his hold, told him everything he needed to know.

“I’m here whatever you need, okay?”

While he kept placing barely-there kisses on your hairline, he remembered how not too long ago, you’d confided in him that you’d come here alone and didn’t know many people, let alone were friends with anyone.

You’d moved in just a few weeks before him after leaving Brighton in a headlong rush to start a new job in Manchester. Mason knew from his own experience that it could take a little while to really feel comfortable, but only a few days ago you had told him that you finally had the feeling of being at home.

It made his blood boil how now a single person had managed to destroy that feeling within minutes.

“I I need to book a hotel room.”, you sighed after a very long while of silence and just being in his embrace. “I don’t think I can sleep here tonight.”

“You can stay at mine.”, Mason blurted out before he could even think about it, blushing heavily as he felt you going stiff in his embrace. “I totally get if you don’t want to, like we can look for a hotel you’d feel comfortable in, I just thought I’d offer cause it would make sense and…yeah.”

The surprise was visible in your expression as you pulled your face from his neck and Mason watched you wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie, itching to reach out and to it himself, but he was conscious of the fact that you were barely friends, and he shouldn’t overstep the mark.

“You can totally say no, y/n. Don’t feel like you have to say yes, it was just an offer.”

“No, I…you would do that? Like letting me sleep on the sofa?”

“Not the sofa.”, he smiled softly. “I’ve got a guestroom you can have.”

He could still see the mistiness in your eyes, but the small smile pulling at the corners of your lips had his heart stumbling. “I just don’t want to be a burden. Your job is exhausting and you-“

“Hey, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mean it, okay?” Mason carefully pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, causing a shiver roll up your spine. “You wouldn’t be a burden, y/n. In fact, I’d feel better knowing you’re somewhere safe and not alone to be honest.”

After giving it another thought you came to the conclusion that you’d actually feel better knowing there was someone around who’d protect you instead of sleeping in a random hotel room, so you agreed hesitantly.

“Thank you, Mason.”, you whispered. “I’m sure I can go back to mine tomorrow, it’s just a little overwhelming today and-“

“You can stay as long as you want or need to.”, he interrupted you softly as he cupped your jaw to maintain the eye contact. “I don’t mind it at all. If you feel safe enough to go back tomorrow, okay, but if you don’t, then please don’t force yourself. Yeah?”

“Promise me, you don’t mind it? I really don’t want to be in the way.”

“I promise you, y/n. You won’t be a burden, and neither will you be in the way. I’d be very happy to be there for you.”

“Okay then.”, you breathed. “Thank you.”

Mason just smiled at you and pulled you back into a hug, hands gently running up and down your back in reassurance. “Do you want to grab a couple of things, or would you rather we go and buy some stuff?”

Your heart skipped a beat at how caring and supportive he was, how he acted as if you’d been the bestest of friends for years and everything he was offering was totally normal.

“I erm…I’d like to grab some things I think.”

Mason nodded, noticing how hesitant you seemed as your eyes wandered over to the door, the officers had left open as they’d left a while ago. “Do you want me to come with you?”

With his hand on the small of your back, you made your way into your house. You’d already been inside with the police to check what was missing, but now being confronted with it all again had your throat closing up.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”, Mason mumbled when he noticed your change in demeanour. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into his side.

Not comfortable in your own house anymore, you went through the rooms quickly to get what you needed. You’d actually wanted to take some necessary things; pjs, toothbrush, things like that, but as you stood in front of your opened closet and couldn't be sure that the burglar hadn't touched any of it, you didn't feel like it anymore.

Mason, recognising your uncertainty immediately, clasped his hand around yours and pulled you back from the closet. “You can have some of my things to put on. I also have a spare toothbrush and if you don’t mind smelling like me, you can use my shower gel too.”

A few minutes later and only your charger in your hands, you left your house with Mason to spend the night at his.

1:04am. It felt like an eternity had passed since you’d last looked at the clock, but in truth it was less than 10 minutes. For hours, you’d been tossing and turning in hopes to get a few restful minutes, but no matter what you tried, sleep was out of the question.

The pictures of your thrashed place kept popping up the moment you closed your eyes and the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach just wouldn’t go away. You knew you were safe here. Mason was sleeping in a room just down the hall and you’d seen how he’d locked everything and set the alarm system, but your body wouldn’t settle.

With a sigh, you eventually gave up. Peeling yourself out of the comfy bedsheets, you placed your feet on the fluffy carpet and left the inviting warmth of your bed to quietly pad downstairs.

Much to your relief, as you were walking around in nothing, but your panties and an oversized t-shirt Mason had given you, all the blinds were closed. The lighting however, caused you a little headache. While the little lamps in the hallway were motion censored and had switched on by themselves, the kitchen was a different story. You had to search for a moment for a light switch and when you’d eventually found one, it wasn’t the one for the big light.

You allowed your eyes to wander over his beautiful kitchen for a moment. Matte black cabinets, light grey countertops, and matching decorations in what appeared to be precisely chosen places, like fresh lilies on the kitchen island. You really liked it.

His interior was exactly what you’d expected it to be. Neat, tidy and elegant, but not extravagant or like something straight out of a catalog. It had that special, personal touch, something that seemed to be so Mason.

“y/n?”

The shriek that left your mouth as you jumped out of your skin was probably loud enough to be heard throughout the whole neighbourhood as you hadn’t expected anyone to speak up. You clutched your chest in shock, wide eyes staring at Mason who’d scared you to death with his sudden appearance.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”, Mason cursed, holding his hands up in surrender with an apologetic expression on his face as he caught your wide opened eyes. “God, y/n, I really am sorry. I’ve just seen you there and…Sorry. Are you okay?”

Your heart was still racing in your chest, and you wouldn’t exactly say you were okay, but as you looked at him and took in his appearance, the shock over seeing him in a way you never thought you would, weighed heavier than the fact he’d scared you half to death.

Until today, Mason hadn’t been more than your neighbour or maybe even a friend, but now that he stood in front of you in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight boxers hugging his thick thighs and…well everything else…your mind went down the gutter.

You were aware that you stared at him for a little too long and that your gaze was literally everywhere but on his face, but as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help yourself. He was right there. Well, him and his best physical attributes…

Mason was handsome at the best of times and yeah maybe you’d thought about him in a certain way once or twice now – maybe even a little more often than that – but even in your wildest dreams, you’d never thought you’d actually see him like this.

And yet here he was. A pair of tight green Nike boxers far from hiding anything and his strong thighs full on display. You were only human…well and a woman.

“y/n?”

“It’s…erm.” You cleared your throat awkwardly, gaze dropping to the floor with bright red cheeks as you eventually realised, he’d seen you staring at him as if he was some sort of snack. “It’s fine. I erm…I just came here for some water.”

Just like you, Mason had to fight for his eyes to stay on your face. The shirt he’d given you just about reached you mid-thigh and the amount of soft skin you were showing off as you’d waived the shorts entirely, should be considered unhealthy in his eyes. He’d always thought you were beautiful, if not downright attractive, but seeing you in his shirt had his thoughts going wild.

It was a sight he’d hoped, but never expected to see anytime soon if ever.

“Couldn’t sleep?”, he asked, stepping around you as he made his way to the fridge. He actually didn’t need anything as he’d only gotten up when worry had taken over at hearing your door being opened, but now that he’d seen you barely dressed, he needed some sort of distraction.

“No, I erm kept waking up. But it’s okay, you can go back to sleep, Mason.” From the corner of your eye, you followed his every move and you internally scolded yourself for staring at the way the boxers hugged his bum so perfectly, but even if you’d tried, you couldn’t have stopped yourself.

He was incredibly attractive without even trying and as you were sure you’d never get to see him dressed in nothing but skin-tight boxers and a t-shirt in his dimly lit kitchen again, you allowed yourself to admire his body for a tiny bit longer.

“No, it’s fine.”, he smiled as he closed the door to the fridge, noticing how you quickly averted your eyes and tried to make it look as if you hadn’t been staring at him, but your flushed cheeks gave your flustered state away rather obviously. “I can stay up with you until you’re okay to go back to sleep.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Thank you though.”, you told him as you really didn’t want him to lose sleep and risk being tired in the morning because of you. “I’m fine. I’ll just go back up and try to sleep.”

Mason had no idea what came over him, but the moment you stepped away from the kitchen counter, ready to go back upstairs, his brain switched to autopilot. Two or three strides and he was right in front of you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you.

“Sure you’re okay?”, he asked, the back of his hand gently pressing against your cheek. “You’re a little warm.”

The moment you raised your gaze and locked it on his, the butterflies in your stomach went wild. There was this intense expression in his eyes; hazy and begging for the same thing that had been swirling through your mind for a while now and the moment his tongue darted out to subconsciously wet his lips, your mind went blank.

“I’m okay.”, you breathed. “It’s just…you make me nervous.”

For a few very long seconds, his brown eyes simply stared into yours and you could literally feel the thick tension in the room, but before you could even think of attempting something, Mason cupped the side of your neck with his hand and kissed you hungrily.

He walked you backwards until you were trapped in between his heavy body and the cooking island with nowhere to go but even if you’d had the chance, you wouldn’t have bailed anyway.

“Mase.”, you moaned quietly as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, and he was quick in using the chance to invade your mouth and brush his tongue against yours with slow, lazy strokes.

Mason was an insanely good kisser. His tongue playing with yours had your knees going week and in a poor attempt to steady yourself, you grabbed onto his shoulder as you buried the other hand into his soft hair.

The way you melted into his body a little more with every brush of his tongue against yours combined with your taste and the smell of your still slightly lingering perfume made him feel as if he was slowly losing his mind and the moment your fingernails scratched the sensitive skin on his neck, he breathed a deep moan into your mouth, hand propping up on the counter behind you for some better leverage.

Just like his, your brain was fogged, and you’d lost the ability to think straight the moment his eyes had locked on yours, but when Mason pressed his hips further into your body and you could feel his hard length digging into your lower stomach, even the farthest corner of your brain was completely consumed by him and the thought of feeling him in a certain way.

“I want you, Mase.”, you sighed against his lips, not even realising you’d used his nickname for the very first time, as you pulled away to catch your breath.

Only seconds later Mason had hoisted you up onto the cooking island as if you weighed nothing, hands firmly settled on your waist. As his lust clouded eyes locked on yours and made your tummy flip in anticipation, you wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back against where you needed him most, but Mason had different plans.

With one hand in your hair, he tilted your head back for better access to that soft skin of yours. His lips attached to your now exposed neck straight away, making you feel hot all over with the wet open mouth kisses he left on every tiny part of you that he could reach and when he gently bit the sensitive skin right above your pulse point and soothed the sting with his tongue, a gasp escaped your lips.

The low chuckle right by your ear had shudders rolling down your spine. That bastard knew exactly what to do to make you feel all sorts of things.

“I want you too baby.”, he murmured before sucking a hickey into the side of your neck and the feeling of it went straight to your core. “But I need a taste first.”

In the haze of pure desire and lust you hadn’t even noticed how his hands had travelled lower, but when his big warm hands found a home on your naked thighs, the tips of his fingers just about playing with the hem of your panties, you nodded quickly.

His wish surprised you as you hadn’t expected him to even waste a thought on going down on you before sticking his dick in and getting some for himself, but apparently Mason was different and actually interested in making this worth your while as well.

“No baby, I need your words. Think I can have a taste?”

You were sure that with the way he kept calling you baby and his bedroom eyes locked on yours, you would’ve agreed to whatever, so you were quick in nodding again. “Yes Mase.”, you affirmed.

“Good girl.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, laughing quietly as you chased him for more, but since he wasn’t one to deny you anything he kissed you heavily again whilst exploring more of the body he so desperately wanted to feel.

The first brush of his fingers against your core had you gasping into his mouth. It was still with your panties acting like some sort of barrier, but even now the feeling was mind-blowing already.

“God, I can already feel how wet you are for me.” Mason dropped his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the thought of feeling you properly in a little bit. “I’m dying to taste you, you have no idea.”

“Mase.”, you whined, making him chuckle at the way you so eagerly pulled his face out of your neck. “Don’t tease.”

The pleading and hazy expression in your eyes was all it took for him to throw his ideas of prolonging it out of the window. Within a couple of seconds, he’d gotten rid of your panties, and he came face to face with your dripping heat.

“So pretty.”, he hummed as he kissed his way up the inside of your thighs, hands following his lips and spreading your open for him a little more. “And all for me.”

A gasp tumbled from your lips as Mason eventually placed a kiss right where your thighs met, before running his tongue through your folds and humming at the sweet taste of you.

“Fuck Mase.” Your hand flew to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his soft hair as you tried to keep up the eye contact, but the intensity of his tongued bumping your clit and licking away at you had your eyes falling shut almost immediately. “Feels so good.”

In his determination to make you feel as good as possible, Mason made sure to pay attention to every tiny sound you made and the way your hand tightened in his hair whenever he did something particularly pleasurable.

“Yes…yes…god you’re so good at that.”

You felt him smiling against your core as you leaned back onto your forearms with moans continuously pouring from your lips. You were already close to reaching your high and if there was even a little free capacity in your brain, you’d certainly be embarrassed, but all you could think of right now was how good Mason was with his tongue.

“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, baby? Hm? Gonna show me how good you’re feeling?”

Your attempt at an answer turned into a load moan as without so much as a warning, he pushed two fingers inside of you. The force of pleasure running through you had your arm giving way underneath you and you melted into the cold surface of Mason’s cooking island.

The sound of your moans had his painfully hard cock pressing even further against the restraint of his boxers as he curled his fingers expertly inside of you. He relished in the sinful sounds you made, in reducing you to this state whilst exploring your soft warm walls and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around other parts of his body.

“Mase fuck…Oh god, yes right there.”, you gasped, back arching, as the pads of his fingers brushed that magical spot inside of you. “Keep going, Mase. Please keep going.”

And Mason did exactly that. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he brought you closer and closer and when he sucked your clit between his lips and brushed that one spot with a little more pressure than before, you tumbled over the edge.

Hot white pleasure shot through your veins and made you feel all sorts of things whilst a mixture of profanities and Mason’s name fell from your lips repeatedly as he rode you through one of the most intense highs you’d ever experienced.

He made sure to gradually slow his movements to bring you down gently, until his fingers stilled inside of you, and he pressed one last kiss to your clit.

“Fucking hell.”, you sighed breathlessly as you tried to regain your senses. One orgasm and you were sure he’d ruined sex for you forever as there was no way you’d find someone who could do it as good as him.

Mason gave you a minute to recover before carefully removing his fingers and licking them clean. “You taste like heaven, y/n.”, he hummed. His hands gently massaged your still slightly shaking thighs as he leaned over you.

“You’re okay there?”, he smiled softly as he noticed the state you were in and when you simply nodded slowly, he chuckled, satisfied with the state he’d put you into. “I’ll give you a second baby, but then you better have another one in you for me.”

You only hummed, unsure if you could actually take it after what he’d just done to you, but deep down you were dying to feel him inside of you.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer until he finally pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss and as you deepened the kiss and pushed your tongue against his, tasting yourself on it, Mason carefully brought you up in a sitting position. He cupped your bum with his large hands and pulled you closer to the edge whilst kissing you lazily as if you had all the time in the world.

“You sure you’re okay?” His hands moved up to your waist, fingers gently squeezing and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at his caring nature.

“Very sure, Mase.” You kissed him quickly, internally wondering if you were showing too much affection when most likely he didn’t see more than a one-time thing in this, but when he pushed a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned in to brush his nose against your cheek, your worries settled.

“Good cause I’m not done with you yet.” His deep voice had a pleasant shiver rolling down your spine and you let out a deep breath when he continued kissing over your jaw.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Whatever you want it to be baby.”, he hummed, fingers brushing over the faint mark he’d left on your neck.

You really needed him to stop calling you baby as it was slowly blurring the lines, but at the same time it sounded so sexy, you didn’t want him to use another pet name again. His lips followed an invisible path down the side of your neck, and you thought he’d leave another mark, but all you felt was his tongue licking a stripe up your throat.

With him teasing you like that you grew a little impatient. You wanted to feel him, all of him and since he made no attempt to speed things up, you let one of your hands travel down the front of his toned torso until you could cup his bulge over the fabric of his boxers.

The moan Mason let out the second you started stroking him sounded delicious and the fact that you were the one pulling sounds like that from him had a gush of heat rushing down to your centre. He stood perfectly still with his head buried in the crook of your neck, but you could feel his slightly ragged breath fanning over your heated skin whilst tiny moans kept falling from his lips.

“Feels so good.”, he whimpered as his hips bucked up into your hand, searching for a little more and whilst you’d have loved to tease him a little longer, you were dying to touch him without any barrier.

Too desperate to have each other, neither of you could be bothered to get rid of any of the clothes you were wearing, so Mason helped you to simply push his boxers down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. He was bigger than you’d expected, and you weren’t quite sure he would fit, but for some reason the thought of being full of him had the excitement building even more.

You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as you eventually wrapped your hand around his dick and rubbed your thumb through the precum on his tip. “Oh fuck, y/n.”

Your name falling from his lips sounded so sinful and hot, you didn’t think you could ever go without hearing it again. As you gently stroked his length, Mason had to prop up his arms on the surface next to your thighs. He felt way too good, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it to actually fucking you if you kept torturing him with the perfectly pressured strokes of your hand, but at the same time he desperately didn’t want you to stop.

Contrary to what people kept saying, it had been a while since someone had touched him the way you just did and the fact that you were ridiculously attractive and sitting in front of him in nothing, but his t-shirt didn’t really help with keeping it together either.

“God, you’re so good at that.”, he moaned pathetically loudly and, in an attempt, to muffle his sounds, he pressed his lips against yours in a heavy kiss. He was momentarily distracted by your tongue brushing against his, but when you squeezed his dick and ran your thumb over the protruding vein on the underside, he pulled away.

“Stop.”, he panted as he backed away a little, his head spinning from the pleasure running through his body.

You removed your hands from his body in an instant, surprised at his sudden change in demeanour and the thought of having done something wrong invaded your mind within a second.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in a while and-“

“No, no, no it wasn’t you.”, he rushed. His heart dropped when he caught on to what you were thinking. “Well, it was you, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”, he chuckled, stepping closer again and brushing his lips against yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I just nearly came then and there because you’re way too good at that and I really want to go all the way.”

You blushed heavily at his words and dropped your gaze to your hands, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“It felt insanely good, y/n, but I’m pretty sure fucking you will feel even better, you know?”

Mason leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulled you even closer to the edge of the granite countertop before spreading your legs a little wider. You breathed his name into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tightly when you felt him running the blunt head of his dick through your wet folds.

“Eyes on me baby.”, Mason whispered against your lips before pulling back a little and once your gaze was on his, he smiled. “Good girl. You’re ready?”

“Yes, Mase.”

You’d thought he might be hesitant and slow, but Mason surprised you with burying himself inside of you with one swift motion.

“Oh my god.” The feeling of him deep inside of you had your body going limp. You slumped forward, arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on your shoulder as you tried to adjust to his size.

The fact you hadn’t slept with anyone in a while combined with how big he was had you feeling a little lightheaded and you needed a moment to get used to all the sensations.

“I know.”, he sighed. “Fuck, you feel so good you have no idea.”

Mason bit the inside of his cheek so hard he feared he might draw blood, but the pain was the only thing keeping him from pounding into you. He knew you needed a moment. He could literally feel how tightly your walls were gripping his twitching dick.

You felt a little pathetic for how long you needed to get used to him, but after a while the painful burn turned into a pleasurable stretch, and you felt ready for what he had to offer.

“You can move, Mase.”, you mumbled as your lips trailed over his neck. The temptation of sucking a purple bruise into his soft skin was strong, but contrary to you, he couldn’t cover it up and since you didn’t want him to be the target for his teammate’s teasing, you opted for licking a stripe up to his pulse point. “Please fuck me.”

Mason’s eyes darkened the moment you locked yours on his. “Lay back, baby.”, he ordered, gently pushing you down on your back and although the t-shirt still covered most of your body, the sight in front of him was one he would never get tired of.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”, he growled lowly and that was about all the warning he gave you before moving his hips against yours. He started off slowly, giving you both a second to get accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of his dick rubbing against your soft walls, but it wasn’t long until he grabbed your hips and set a rather harsh pace.

Both of your moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping and created a rather dirty atmosphere in his kitchen, but even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back. The sight of him, head slightly bent so he could watch himself driving in and out of your wet heat, lips slightly parted and eyes closing in pleasure every once in a while, combined with his dick hitting deep inside of you made you feel all sorts of things.

“Fuck Mase…yes…oh my god.” Your back arched off the cooking island when he hit that magical spot inside of you, making you see stars for a moment. “Right there, oh fuck.”

Mason could feel how tightly your pussy gripped him and he had to fight to keep it together. He desperately wanted you to come first and to help you further along, he quickly got his thumb wet and attached it to your clit.

“Shit, Mase.” Your lips fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as his finger drew relentless circles on your already sensitive clit and it wasn’t long until you could feel the pleasure building up in your stomach. “I’m…I’m so close, Mase. Please.”

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”, he panted as he got closer and closer to his own high, but after a few more perfectly pressured circles against your nub and his dick hitting that special spot, he watched as you cried out, thighs shaking around his hips and face contorting from the white-hot pleasure running through your veins.

He tried his best to push you through it, but the way your walls clamped around him so tightly had him teetering dangerously close on the edge.

“You…you can cum inside of me.”, you panted. “It’s…safe.”

And that was all it took for him. With his name tumbling from his lips repeatedly he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your pulsating walls with his hot release.

“Holy shit.”, he breathed as he collapsed on top of you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands found their way into his hair. You brushed through the soft strands and scratched his scalp gently, trying to calm him down as you could feel his racing heart pounding against your ribs.

For a moment, the both of you just laid there. Him flopped on top of you, face hidden away in your neck and you beneath him, revelling in his heavy body pressing down on you, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. You could feel him softening inside of you, the sensation a stark contrast to how he’d handled you before and when you kissed the side of his head, it suddenly hit you.

You’d slept with Mason. Your neighbour and just about the only person you trusted around here at the moment. The only person you considered a friend. What if that shag had ruined it all? You knew how weird things could get after having slept with someone and usually the friendship or whatever it had been faded away. What if it happened to you and Mason too?

“I have to go and clean myself up.”, you mumbled, suddenly feeling all awkward as you gently pushed on his shoulders to get him to move.

“I don’t like this, but fine.”, Mason grumbled, but with a huff, he hoisted himself back up and sent you a lopsided grin. He gently pulled you back up in a sitting position before carefully pulling out. “Don’t be too long.”, he said and with a gentle peck to your lips he helped you down the cooking island.

Once he’d released you, you dashed to the bathroom to clean yourself up, realising too late that you’d left your panties on Mason’s kitchen floor and had nothing to wear now. Sighing, you made peace with the fact of having to pop downstairs again to pick them up and you instantly hoped that Mason would’ve gone to bed already by then.

Your reflection in the mirror wasn’t half as bad as you’d expected it to be. Your lips were a little swollen and a purple bruise was blossoming where Mason had sucked a little too harshly on your skin, but other than that and the fucked-out expression in your eyes, you looked surprisingly decent.

What wasn’t decent however, was the thoughts running riot in your mind.

There was no logical explanation for what had just happened. Other than, that he was an insanely handsome and attractive man, and you were a weak woman with a pathetic crush on your neighbour.

One-night-stands weren’t your cup of tea at all. You could count on less than one hand how many times you’d slept with someone without being in a relationship with them and you’d never planned on extending that list. Until Mason apparently.

The sex had been incredible, there was no denying that he was the best you’d ever had – and probably ever get – and you didn’t regret it, but at the same time you hated yourself for ruining a perfectly good beginning of a friendship. Let alone relationship. A word you refused to even think about.

Completely ignoring the fact that he was Mason Mount the football player, he was still Mason, the handsome, young man who could probably pull any woman he wanted. As if someone like him would ever go for someone like you.

But the worst part was that he now probably thought of you as someone who did this more often. Having one-night-stands. Shagging men in their kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you whispered to yourself. “What was I thinking?”

You knew freaking out wasn’t the solution and talking about this whole thing to clear the situation would be way better, but it was late, you were exhausted, and Mason was probably back to bed already so there really wasn’t much you could do.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you would tell him that you weren’t one of those women who threw themselves at men like that.

Not expecting anyone as you opened the door, you nearly screamed out loud as you came face to face with Mason.

“You erm…forgot these downstairs.” A blush coated his cheeks as he handed you the pair of panties you’d left in his kitchen.

“Thanks.” You quickly pulled them up your legs, trying not to flash him, although the attempt was completely unnecessary, since he’d already seen everything anyway. “Listen, Mase I-“

“Let’s not talk in the hallway, hm?” To your surprise, Mason gently grabbed your hand and without giving you the chance to say something, he pulled you with him towards his bedroom.

Your cheeks burned at the thought of facing him after what you’d just done, but even though you dreaded it, you knew it was probably for the best to get it out of the way before it led to misunderstandings.

Mason, feeling a little weird about it all himself too, flopped down in his bed, back against the headboard and as he could see the hesitant expression on your face whilst eyeing his bed, pulled you down to sit on his thighs. His hands found a home on your waist, fingers gently caressing you through the fabric of his t-shirt as he carefully observed your reaction to it all, wondering if sitting you on top of him like this was too much, but it wasn’t long before it burst out of you.

“Look Mase, I know this looks very much like the opposite and I don’t blame you for thinking like that about me, but I normally don’t do this.”, you told him. “Sleeping with men, I mean. Well, I do sleep with men, that’s not what I meant, like I do have sex with men, but only like in relationships cause I don’t really like the idea of randomly shagging someone…”

Mason watched the deep blush spreading over your cheeks the more you tried to explain yourself and he couldn’t help but find you incredibly endearing. With your gaze fixed on your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you didn’t notice the fond expression in Mason’s eyes as he watched you rambling on.

“And I don’t know what happened today, but I somehow…I don’t know you’re you and you make me nervous cause I like you and then it just happened, but I really want you to know that I’m not like other women who like do it all the time and-“

You were suddenly cut off by a pair of lips softly pressing against yours and although you were incredibly surprised, you reciprocated the careful kiss in an instant.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I like you too, y/n.”

Mason tried to kiss you again, but completely baffled by his words, you pulled away. “Wait, what?” Your eyes searched his for some kind of mockery, but all you could find in his big brown orbs was warmth and love. “You…you…like me?”

He watched your eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips just about caressing the soft skin he couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes, y/n. I really like you.” He gently cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing right beneath your eye. “I know it’s sudden and we haven’t known each other for that long yet, but lately seeing you in the morning and getting to talk to you, has been the best part of my day.”

The way Mason kept staring at you with a fond expression had your tummy flipping and although you still felt a little hesitant, you reached out for his free hand and pushed your fingers between his.

“You…this…you mean this wasn’t just a random shag?”

“No, y/n.”, he chuckled as he dropped his head for a second. He felt bad he’d given you the feeling of being one of many when you were so much more to him. “Like you, I don’t really like sleeping with women I barely know. I don’t have that much time anyway and the idea of wasting the free time I have with women who are mostly only interested in fucking a footballer just doesn’t seem appealing to me.”

“But I-“

“You’re different. I can’t give you a proper explanation why, but I’ve felt it.” Mason placed a soft kiss onto your forehead. “I loved that I got to talk to you every single morning before leaving for training, you know, just talking random things and easing my mind a little and I felt like every day I got to know you a little better and the more we spoke the more I figured that I liked you – more than I should.”

“You never said anything. Like I would’ve never guessed it meant so much to you.”, you said quietly and in absolute disbelief. This was Mason out of all people sitting right in front of you – or more like underneath you – handing you his little heart on a plate.

It all seemed so absurd. First the mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, then your mini panic attack in the bathroom, followed by Mason taking you into his room and placing you in his lap to tell you he liked you. All whilst both of you were still barely dressed.

You felt like you were in some sort of fever dream as there was no way any of this was real.

“I’d actually planned to invite you for dinner at my place, you know?”, Mason admitted with blushed cheeks. “Dating me can be a bit difficult, especially in the beginning, so I thought you’d feel more comfortable in the safety of my four walls, but then when I came home, there was this chaos here and my plan was out the window and...”

He interrupted himself, shaking his head and chuckling. He felt like a proper idiot. “I know it was the completely wrong order and I should have told you first that I like you before sticking my dick in, but you in my t-shirt…you were just so irresistible, and I really am sorry you thought you weren’t more than a quick shag for me.”

As he nudged his nose against yours, your tummy flipped again. “It’s fine, Mase. It's not like you couldn't have thought the same of me. After all, I’ve let you do all these things to me and made it look as if shagging random men was completely normal for me.”

“Oi, I’m not a random man, am I?” Mason tickled your sides in an attempt to lift the heavy tension in the room and the giggle you let out warmed his heart. God, he wanted to hear that sound forever. “Seriously though, I really do like you, and I would love to give us a try. If you want that too, that is.”

“I’d like that a lot, Mase.”, you breathed and after he’d taken the lead on so many occasions tonight, you felt like this time it was on you.

One of your hands found its place on the side of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him softly. His quiet hum against your lips before kissing you back made you feel all warm inside and although you should probably talk a little more, you couldn’t help but deepen it a little.

Kissing him felt amazing, feeling his tongue gently playing with yours made you feel all giddy inside and when his hands sneaked beneath your shirt and started caressing your skin, a tiny moan got lost in his mouth.

Neither of you could get enough of the other and whilst your hands were buried in his soft hair, Mason’s roamed all over your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. His fingers caressed the soft skin on your warm thighs, travelling all the way up to your waist where he squeezed gently before he eventually stroked up and down your sides, higher and higher until his thumbs brushed the underside of your boob carefully.

You pulled away to take a look at him and the moment your eyes locked on his, Mason noticed the hesitation. In his kitchen, it had appeared to be a no-strings-attached shag, but now that you’d talked, everything felt so different.

“I meant what I said, y/n.”, he whispered. “I really like you and I would love for you to give us a chance. You’re an incredible woman and so so beautiful, I hope you know that.”

Still a little unsettled by it all and marked by bad past experiences, you tried to read between the lines and find the catch, but all you could find was a smile, painted by pure and deep affection.

“We don’t have to do anything now, you know? We can just go to bed. You can sleep here or in your room, it’s up to you. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do something or that I only want you for sex, because it’s so much more for me. I don’t expect you to do anything with me now.”

“I’m not sure your body agrees, you know.”, you chuckled, nodding towards the bulge forming in his tight boxers.

“y/n.”, Mason groaned as a deep blush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but even he couldn’t hide the small laugh bubbling up inside of him. It was definitely the last thing he’d expected you to say. “I’m sorry okay? You’re in your panties, literally on top of me. It’s making me go insane. You’re making me go insane.”

“I can see that.”, you grinned. “What would you do if I left you hanging now? Take a shower?”

You had no idea what had happened, but his honest admission had set a boost of confidence free and now that you knew you were both on the same page, you couldn’t wait to experience what you hadn’t downstairs.

“Probably yes.”, he nodded as he curiously observed your every move. He watched the small smile spreading over your face whilst your hands moved down his torso until your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt.

“I don’t think you need that shower tonight, Mase.”

A deep sigh left his lips when you lightly scratched the soft skin of his tummy. It was the first time you touched him properly as you hadn’t gotten the chance to do so in the kitchen and his warm skin beneath yours sent shockwaves through your body.

The way Mason reacted to your touch gave you the confidence you needed to push his shirt up higher and when eventually Mason got the message and pulled it over his head you were left a little speechless.

Obviously, he was an athlete and you’d expected him to be fit and have a nice body, but what you’d right in front of you exceeded all your wildest expectations. Defined abs, the v-line disappearing under the waistband of his boxers and toned pecks, all covered by perfectly smooth skin. He looked perfect.

His muscles contracted beneath your touch, as you traced along his abs and sides with gentle fingers. You paid some extra attention to the mole slightly above his bellybutton before moving on to trace the Champions League tattoo on his side.

“You’re so beautiful.”, you whispered as you took your time to look all over his body in a way you hadn’t been able to before and you hated him a little for keeping himself hidden away before, but at the same time you felt as if now that you had more time and patience, you appreciated the sight more than you would’ve in the haste of before.

Not taking your hands off his body, you leaned down and kissed all over his collarbones and down his chest slowly, making sure to cover all of the warm skin you could reach and the way he quietly sighed kept you going.

Mason hissed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you teasingly flicked his nipple and when you sent him a cheeky smile, he shook his head. He liked this version of you just as much as any other you’d showed him so far.

A drawn-out moan flew past his lips the moment he felt you palming him over his boxers. The warm sensation gathered in his stomach almost immediately and although he would’ve loved to let you do your thing, he wanted this time to be special.

Mason pried your hand off his dick gently before pulling you in a little closer. “I want to do it properly this time.”, he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

“Properly?”

“Yeah like…I want to take my time with you, feel you properly. I don’t want it to be rushed and quick, more like slowly and…loving. I want to sleep with you this time, not fuck you, you know?”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. The sudden vulnerability and intimate honesty he laid out for you nothing what you’d expected, but for some reason it made it all feel even more intense and special.

“I want that, too, Mase.”, you whispered quietly and although he’d always seemed to be so confident in his own skin, you could see the relief rushing through him at hearing your words.

When Mason woke up the next morning, he expected to have you in his arms; head on his chest and leg draped across his, but to his surprise, the bed next to him was empty.

He knew it didn’t have to mean anything as there were about 50 different reasons for why you could’ve left without meaning to leave him, but his stomach still dropped and when you hadn’t emerged after another five minutes of lying in bed, thinking you’d maybe just gone to the loo, he eventually got up and dressed.

When you both had actually gone to sleep last night or rather this morning and you’d fallen asleep on his chest, he’d cursed today's training, but now that 164 thoughts about you were going through his head, he was quite happy to get some distraction.

Mason couldn't find a logical explanation for why you’d just taken off after everything that had happened. He’d thought that you were on the same side, and had the same idea for what was supposed to come for the two of you, but apparently, he’d read it all wrong.

Less then 10 minutes later he’d made it downstairs. His training bag got dropped by the door before he quickly dashed to the kitchen to grab himself one of those energy bars his brother had recommended, but the sight he was confronted by was one he would never complain about.

There you were, still dressed in his t-shirt and your hair mindlessly thrown up in a bun, as you swayed your hips to the music coming from the radio, quietly singing along. For a moment, Mason allowed himself to just take it in.

The domesticity of the whole thing had his heart warming in his chest and if it had been up to him, he would’ve just watched you forever, but soon enough you turned around.

“Jesus Mase.”, you yelped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. “Normal people say something to announce themselves and don't stand in the doorway looking at other people like creeps.”

Mason laughed quietly. “Sorry, I was just very surprised to see you here. I thought you’d left.”

“I would never.”, you smiled and after you’d placed a cup of coffee on the table, you made your way over to where he was still leaning against the door. “Morning.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you were supposed to, but ever since you’d kissed him for the first time you couldn’t stop, so before you could chicken out, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Morning.”, Mason hummed as he grabbed your waist to keep you close, suddenly feeling all warm and giddy inside. “What are you doing in my kitchen anyway?”

“So I know you get breakfast at Carrington, but I still wanted to make something as a little thank you for letting me stay and all that. I know it’s not much but-“

As his heart was threatening to burst his chest, Mason was quick in interrupting you with his lips against yours. He could feel you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his body as you kissed him back and, in that moment, he knew, that this was all he ever needed in life.

“There’s really no need to thank me, y/n.”, he whispered once he’d pulled back a little. “But I still appreciate it a lot.”

24 hours ago, you’d been y/n, his neighbour and maybe his friend, and now that he held you in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, he knew he didn’t need some dates to confirm what he was feeling.

“There’s no way I’ll ever let you go again, love. Stay with me?”, he mumbled into your hair and when he felt your lips stretching into a smile against his neck, it was all he needed to know your answer.

“Yes.”

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ladyinsturniolo · 2 months ago

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dj!matt & micro-influencer!reader meeting for the first time!

— to be aware of…. above pictures don’t define reader, use of y/n, recreational drug and alcohol use, a few already developed friendships, potentially incorrect dj terminology, grammar & spelling errors, semi-proofread, lmk if there’s more!!

the sun had just started setting, casting an orange glow over the furniture in your apartment through the window. the clinking of clutter echoed from the bathroom as you started getting ready. saturdays in california went fairly accordingly to unspoken plan, going out is a typical 20 something year olds event of choice on the weekends after all. a close friend, tara, offered to bring you out to some random house party in the hills… of course you said yes.

that brings you to now, stuck in a smoke filled room crammed full with far too many people. if it wasn’t for tara insisting on pregame shots you’d be drowning in the bodies and bumping music. you and tara were currently stood in the kitchen, boredom had just started seeping into your guys’ minds when tara got a text.

chri$

| u at the party? waiting for u at the booth if u want in

mrs. yummy 🙈

| otw!!! i’ve got a friend with me, is that okay?

chri$

| all good, come up

mere seconds later, you were being dragged through the swarms of people. the raven haired girl pulling you through the crowd only briefly explaining where you were moving to, something like ‘dj… friend of mine…more fun…’ that was all you heard… and really all you needed to hear.

when you finally made it to the booth, two taller guys, looking around their mid-20s stopped the two of you- but before they could even speak, a blue eyed boy with a black beanie on interjected. “i got them, they’re with me, let em’ up.” as the two men moved, the boy grabbed taras hand to guide her up the stairs and she held onto you.

the actual booth was crowded, not as bad as the party scene below however. as the unknown man and tara bantered for no longer than a brief second, she quickly turned around to you. “literally where are my manners,” she pulled the now familiar looking boy to face you, “y/n, this is chris.. he’s a good friend of mine!” chris smiled, tipping the drink in his hand at you softly. “s’ nice to meet you, y/n. glad to have you, make yourself at home or whatever the fuck i’m supposed to say…” chris said sarcastically. you’d known of tara’s group of friends, stalking on instagram late at night when bored does become a habit or something like that.

the tipsy giggle you let out was uncontrollable, “nice to meet you too, chris.” you smiled back in greeting, but before the exchange could continue, a drunken yell you knew too well cut you off. “Y/NNNN!!! TARA!!! finalllllly, my girls are here!!” the the partial weight of madison’s arm on your shoulder only has you stumbling with surprise for a second. you watched as tara had the same reaction, but you both giggled with glee nonetheless.

“already plastered, mads?” you hummed out teasingly, nudging your head against her lulling one gently as your hand found the brunettes wrist instinctively. “listen..listen… carrington made us pregame okay! remind me to never hang out with the boys before a party…” madison giggled as she glanced between you and tara.

the loud screech of the microphone turning on cut through the beat of ‘Les’ by Childish Gambino, which was met with boos before chris’ voice could be heard rasping through the speaker. “alright, cut that booing shit. we’ve got my boy matt up here in the booth tonight, he says he’s got some new shit in the mix for y’all t’night. turn up, and be safe!” it was then that a beat started playing once more, the lights pulsing with them.

“shit, it’s matt’s set.. let’s get up there!” tara yelled, pulling both you and madison through the group of people. the faces she pulled you around looked familiar.. this was her group of close friends.. tara invited you out with her close friends, you could almost cry if the lyrics if madison screaming the lyrics of her favorite song so slurred hadn’t made you giggle.

looking up, your eyes met matt’s side profile. he was a lot prettier in person over instagram… that was your initial thought, ‘why haven’t you come around sooner?’ was your second.

as the night pulled longer, and your attention pulled into new conversation and a few guts from particularly strong joint later… your thoughts never wavered from matt. so, when tara and madison got lost in conversation together, you lingered closer to the front railing of the dj booth. you wedged your way to the front, watching as his tongue poked his cheek, hands moving across the decks and mixers. matt looked up towards the crowd, glancing to the side for a second.. then double taking as he made eye contact with you. it only lasted a split second, as you felt a hand tug on your wrist; pulling you back through the crowd of people. “y/n! don’t run off like that!”

✻ ˖ ֹ ִ ⟢.

it was nearing the early hours of the morning when chris ushered matt into the little circle created by the group. “look whose finally off the clock!” chris said, shaking the boys shoulders, “chill, man.” matt spoke with slight annoyance as he tried to sip his modelo. “hey man, i’m just hyping you up after a good set.” chris replied, earning a resurgence of agreement from the group. “hey but we’ve gotta see what the newbie thinks, that’s what matters most.” carrington chuckled, earning a jab and a nudge from tara and madison.

you flushed, sudden attention and eyes beaming on you like a spotlight. though matt’s were the only ones you looked at in the moment - they were the ones beaming on you most intensely. “you’re awesome man.. totally awesome. like, really you are awesome at maintaining the crowd.. really… and your remixes are sick.. so sick.. you’re so cool.” you rambled, word vomit, shit. you rubbed your eyes, looking down and sighing in defeat. “let’s lay off the weed tonight, huh y/n?” tara giggled jokingly as she plucked the joint from your fingers.

however, when you looked up, he had the faintest smirk on his face… his eyes were still on you.

˖◛ . . A/N. thank you so so much for reading!!! if you would like to be added to the TL or have any thoughts, concerns, critiques, etc. let me know… bye bye now 🌹!!!

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respectmyfrench · 4 months ago

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Reasons Why I think Azzi will be a top draft pick

1. Her quick release. Her pretty shot. That high release is what I love the most about it. Her calmness through it all. Before she got injured, she was working on her spacing and movements in play which was seen in a game against Texas (https://youtu.be/WkpDcVeWME8?si=RmleTQeLKtLb31Ft). Her behind the arc shooting has improved (https://youtu.be/lzmMXGvJhXc?si=tbscjdhv1gQb8dsi) Her defense is also good. Good arm length and athletic build. She has good ball handling skills. An amazing off ball player. She needs to go crazy with her shooting this year and I think she can do it. I truly believe she’s one of the greatest shooters and she just needs to prove it to y’all because I know 🤷🏾‍♀️ lol. https://youtube.com/shorts/beOVqydEo3A?si=05uqnQYQQ76EMpwL this was a month ago btw.

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2. It's interesting that people say she might not be ready to join the league because she's not prepared for the physicality but I disagree. I think people underestimate her because she's a pretty player lol but she's also very strong. She's training with the best of the best from Chris brinkly, kelsey plum, to steph curry and under Armor etc. She handles contact well. Have y'all seen her new media pics? I know you see the increased muscle definition. She'll be alright. I actually think she’s in the best shape of her career right now https://youtu.be/EmEO5aweU2Y?si=VCmBVCzqWAMYmXjC

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3. I don't write people off for injuries. Gabby williams, also a huskie, tore her ACL twice. Sue Bird, another huskie, a dawg! Brittney Sykes, big hooper. Dijonai Carrington had 6. SIX knee surgeries. I know y'all see her hooping. I think Azzi will be available to play early or mid December.

4. Her mindset. She's super resilient and a fast learner. that's the type of player coaches love. If she keeps the same determined mentality she has and take the pressure off herself, she will be great.

5. Her marketing pull. Let’s keep in mind that this is also a business. You have to be really well off for you to not consider the amount of fans and sponsorship Azzi can bring to the team. She is extremely marketable and already has a large amount of endorsements not to mention she has the Steph Curry co-sign. Are you really letting someone Steph Curry co-signs any chance he gets go second round?? Pls be fr.

Work it out

Now with that being said, there are things she can improve on. We gotta keep it real with people we want to succeed right? Okay. So Azzi tend to overthink sometimes. You can see it when she misses some shots sometimes, she gets in her head but she has seemed a lot less tense in general recently which is great, I wouldn’t want her to feel pressured or stressed this season. I noticed how she didn’t let anyone decide her song choice for first night which may or may not have been a statement about not letting outside noise get to her🤔🤔I’m probably thinking deep into it lol but yeah. She seems more chill. Just go out and do her thing. Also I would love her free throw percentage to go up. When she’s hot, she’s hot. The threes start flying. More great shot selections will be her bestie this season. I truly believe for her to be amazing, she needs to separate herself from Paige (on the court). Hoop Politics on tik tok made a great point saying that she has to stop deffering to Paige. She can’t always look to Paige to bail her out or look to Paige when she sees her. She has to be more aggressive just like Paige has to be more selfish. https://youtu.be/kzbA4avszQw?si=64Cj6uDgAEwHp6D8 that pass from nika to azzi 😮‍💨whew too good. That quick release! Y’all see her on the court without Paige though? I’m seeing playmaking, floor general, all types of leadership. She needs to find a way to keep this energy while her and Paige are in the backcourt. Both of them playing like this is easily a 30 ball for both each game🤷🏾‍♀️ congrats to 2025 big east champs UConn pretty much

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Last thoughts

So final thoughts. Azzi is a top draft pick. Top 5 if she gets out this year. If she waits another year, I believe she’ll be top 3. The main reason I would want her to stay another year is so she can have practice leading a team and play more to get even more fit. Also to go on a championship run. I would soak up all the knowledge I can from geno while I still can. If she stays another year she can also prove she can stay healthy which of course also looks good. Ultimately this depends on her though and what she feels ready to do. There’s also the option to go straight overseas like Hoop Politics mentioned which I think also could be a good for her and then she’d be a top pick the following year.

So boom. Y’all been asking me in my messages for a while for me to post this. I appreciate that lol here it is.i hope it didn’t disappoint. My next one will be on Aubrey griffin, one of my top fav defenders in the ncaaw🤝🏾 https://youtu.be/LmMq57NUr4I?si=ACHa1cGo8nY7KB0p

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strangelysamantha · 2 months ago

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could I request carrington fluff? Maybe carrington gets recognized at store by some fans and they poorly treat reader, and he starts getting protective of her. Just a thought ;)

recognition ❀

carrington x fem!reader.

warnings: slight bullying, passive aggressive comments, swearing, protective carrington!

summary: after some fans expressed they weren’t fond of you, carrington doesn’t let it slide.

a/n: thank you for the request! love yall <3 like and comment and check out my master list for my other stories!! short lil fluff for yall!! 😽

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you were at target, shopping with carrington for a video idea you guys had. however, since you and carrington had started dating, it didn’t take long for fans to put two and two together. you guys tried to keep it under wraps, not wanting a bunch of opinions about it. but, with numerous pop up paparazzi, and countless edits, it was no secret to anyone. a lot of fans supported it, they thought you were good for him.

“carrington! we’re huge fans, can we get a photo?!” carrington grins, glad he’s getting recognition. “of course!” he posses with them, and they happily snap photographs. the fans geek at the interaction, they notice you lingering and furrow a brow. “whose that ugly troll following you?” he turns around, to see they were talking about you. “hey don’t say that stuff, being mean isn’t cool.” they laugh, “don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend. you could do so much better than her.” he’s visibly upset now, uncomfortable by the so called fans. he frowns, “real fans wouldn’t judge the people i care about.” they shrug, “we just think you’re hot. we don’t actually care.” the two of them break out in laughter.

“don’t say that shit about her, that makes you guys sound lame.” he stares at them and they frown in response. “if you treat people that way, you can’t consider yourself a supporter of me.” he turns around to grab your hand, leading you away from the fans. they scoff, walking off. he pulled you into an empty aisle. “i’m so sorry they said that stuff.” you nod, “it’s not your fault.” he sighs, “i know. but i wish i could make it stop.” you pull him into a hug, “you still defend me, that’s the most i could ask for.” he kissed you sweetly, “you okay?” you nod, “i’m doing really good. happy to be with you.” his arm wrap around your waist as he guides you through the store, “i’m the most happiest i’ve been, with you. i won’t let anyone get in the way of that.” his words bring you security, and you feel safe with him. “thank you carrington.” he smiles, “of course.” he knew that walking so close to you around a busy target, would attract more eyes. he didn’t mind though, he was comfortable with you. he wanted to protect you; let everyone be aware of his feelings for you.

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quinnysnursery · 6 months ago

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little!johnnie being super clingy w carrington but carrington loves it bc usually HE is the one being clingy when johnnie is big :(

johnnie would be following carrington around the house and constantly tugging on his shirt or hugging him from behind to get his attention <3

idk how familiar u are with carrington but i j think their friendship is cute !!

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[🦇] someone new | carrington & johnnie guilburt one-shot

paring : little!johnnie x babysitter!carrington x cg!jake

summary : carrington spends alone time with regressed johnnie for the first time and realizes he isn't the only clingy one in the house.

warning/extra tid-bits : minor crying

word count : 1,836

divider credit : me ^-^

a/n : first time writing carrington >.<

(sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

Carrington smiled, watching as Jake tickled Johnnie relentlessly. “Dada!” Johnnie’s high-pitched giggles were definitely a first for the brunette man.

Both Jake and Johnnie - though Jake mainly lead the conversation- had informed Carrington of Johnnie’s coping mechanism before he moved in.

“We totally understand if you want us to stay out of your hair.”

“It’s NOT a kink! It’s nothing remotely like that.”

Carrington wasn’t a monster. If his friends swore to him that it wasn’t a kink, then he believed them. Eventually doing some more research of his own, he came to a more cohesive understanding. Johnnie’s regression came as a way for him to relive his youth without having to be crammed on a tour bus and well, how could Carrington hate that?

He told both alternative men that no matter what, Johnnie was free to regress as he needed. He meant it too. Johnnie was here first, it felt wrong to ask him to lock himself away in his room. Plus, maybe Carrington was a little curious to see what Johnnie acted like in littlespace.

Though he never actually thought he’d see Johnnie little. Not that he was opposed to it! He just figured Johnnie was a private guy and thought little Johnnie was the same.

But, it was currently 3:30 pm on an afternoon and Carrington had found himself downstairs, watching Jake and Johnnie play wrestling on the couch.

“I got you!” Jake hummed, laughing as Johnnie attempted wiggling out of his tight hug. Another high-pitched squeal came from Johnnie, once again taking Carrington by surprise.

Realizing he was starring, Carrington sheepishly averted his eyes to the floor before beginning his walk to the kitchen.

“Carri-Carrin’ton h’lp!” Johnnie giggled, trying to push Jake’s arms to make him break the hug. Jake looked at Carrington, mouthing something about “You don’t have too”…but the brunette wanted too.

“Get off of him!” Carrington said playfully, tossing himself over the couch and helping Johnnie “escape” Jake’s grasp.

Johnnie instantly hid behind Carrington, wrinkling up his nose and holding his tongue out to his caregiver. Jake laughed before looking at his phone for the time. “Oh shoot, it’s lunch time. C’mon Johns, I promised you Daves.” The caregiver said, swiftly standing up and patting his pajama pants for his keys and wallet.

“Carri’ton come too?” Johnnie asked hopefully, still behind the brunette. “Uhh…it’s up to him, hun.” Jake explained, once again giving Carrington a look that said “No pressure!”.

He was going to make himself a grilled cheese and grab a coke from the fridge but…looking at Johnnie’s wide eyes…he couldn’t help but agree.

“I like Daves.” Carrington smiled, earning an excited cheer from Johnnie as he quickly began telling Carrington all about what he liked to order.

That’s how it started.

After that day, Little Johnnie seemed to always have some excuse as to why he ended up in Carrington’s room. Carrington couldn’t have cared less, he was absolutely delighted to hear what the mentally regressed boy’s excuse was each time.

“Carri’ton?” Johnnie mumbled, peeking his head around the white wooden door. Carrington turned his PC chair, a smile plastering itself onto his face at the sight of the emo boy.

It wasn’t just Johnnie’s clothing choices that made him look younger, though the baggier hoodies and sweatpants did help. It was the expression in Johnnie’s eyes. They were wide and looked around at everything just as a toddler would. Johnnie’s eyes held a childlike wonder when regressed, and Carrington couldn’t get enough of it.

“What’s going on, bud?” The brunette asked, placing his headphones on his neck. “Um…Jakey home?” Johnnie asked, wrapping a loose string from his hoodie around his finger anxiously. Carrington frowned, realizing the little was looking for his caregiver who’d left to film a video with Tara just moments prior.

“No bud, he left to film with Tara. Remember?” Carrington asked, before beginning to look around for his phone to text Jake.

“Oh..” Johnnie mumbled, his eyes darting around Carrington’s room. “I can text him for you, how does that sound?” Carrington offered, smiling as Johnnie nodded.

Johnnie pushed the door the rest of the way open, making his way to Carrington’s bed and instantly melting into the various fluffy blankets that Jake had bought him during their target video together.

“Comfy, huh?” The brunette smiled before sending Jake a text to let him know that Johnnie was little and in search of him. Johnnie nodded, his messy bed head flopping up and down as he did so.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Carrington offered the little, who was now shaking his head no.

“Thirsty?” Another shake.

Jesus, what did Jake do to keep the little entertained? Carrington tried racking his brain for things he’d seen Jake do whilst caregiving but ended up drawing a blank after realizing a big part of it was making sure Johnnie ate and drank.

It then dawned on Carrington that he didn’t really know what Little Johnnie liked.

“Carri’ton, ‘tuddles?” Johnnie’s words snapped the 22 year old boy back to reality.

“Yeah! We can cuddle.” Carrington smiled brightly as he stood up and fell onto his bed, engulfing the regressor into a bear hug.

His love language had been physical touch since he was a young boy, he’d always be seen leaning against his mom or following his sister around. This continued into adulthood, with Jake he’d constantly find himself holding onto the punk’s arm or wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He loved it. He loved being so close to other people that you could feel the connection via their touch. Johnnie though…Johnnie wasn’t opposed to Carrington’s touch, if he was then Carrington would’ve backed off instantly. Johnnie just wasn’t used to being shown love physically, resulting in his shoulders becoming stiff everytime Carrington would latch onto him.

Little Johnnie, seemed to have a completely different perspective on physical touch. Seeing as the little was currently trying to bury himself inside of Carrington’s ribcage.

“Okay, okay. I got you.” Carrington laughed as Johnnie fussed whilst getting comfortable. Somehow, his fingers found their way to Johnnie’s hair and that seemed to do the trick to get Johnnie settled.

The two stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, Johnnie occasionally popping his head off of Carrington’s chest to ask a question that made the brunette glad he paid some attention in school.

“Why can birds fly but we can’t?”

“Because our bones aren’t hollow, but theirs are.”

“But why can planes fly?”

“Because plane wings are made especially for flying.”

Eventually, that ended too. Leaving Johnnie playing with the strings on Carrington’s hoodie as Carrington’s fingers danced along his hair. “When’s Jakey gonna be home? M’ miss ‘im.” Johnnie mumbled, looking up at the brunette man with his big blue eyes.

“Um…I’m not sure bud, let’s check.” Carrington said, digging around the blankets before finding his phone and clicking on Jake’s texts.

“Stuck in rush hour traffic, you guys good?”

Carrington frowned, they were technically good but he wasn’t Johnnie’s caregiver. He knew his comfort could only last so long before the little got antsy.

“Whas’ it say?” Johnnie asked, a slight whine in his voice. “It says he got stuck in traffic, so it’s gonna be awhile.” Carrington’s face dropped when he realized the little’s lip was quivering.

“Hey…don’t cry, bud.” Carrington cooed, clicking off his pink phone and sitting up in his bed. Johnnie did the opposite, releasing all his tears at once as he launched himself at Carrington.

The regressed boy had fully wrapped his legs around Carrington’s torso, hiding his face in the crook of Carrington’s neck. It took everything for the brunette boy to not melt in a puddle right then.

Johnnie choked out a frustrated sob, mumbling something about “wanting Jakey now”.

“I know buddy, I know…” Carrington began soothing, rubbing Johnnie’s back gently. Jake wouldn’t be home for at least another hour and Johnnie was clearly very upset about this fact.

Racking his brain for any ideas, it dawned on Carrington that movies always calmed him down as a child.

“Hey, how about this…” Carrington began, earning the attention of Johnnie. Johnnie picked up his head, facing the brunette man who took the opportunity to wipe away Johnnie’s tears with his hoodie sleeve.

“D’ya wanna watch a movie? By the time it’s over, Jake should be home.” Carrington smiled, the promise of Jake being home by the time the movie was over was enough for Johnnie to immediately agree, tears a thing of the past.

“Okay! C’mon, let’s watch downstairs.” Carrington beamed, proud that he’d successfully navigated what could’ve been a meltdown.

“Popcorn?” Carrington offered, digging through their pantry. Johnnie nodded, making a small “mmhm!” noise with his mouth closed. The taller man nodded, unwrapping the popcorn package and placing it in the microwave.

Johnnie held on tightly to the back of Carrington’s hoodie, keeping the other hand near his mouth as he chewed on his thumb.

“Bud, I dunno if you should be chewing on yourself.” Carrington commented, earning a dissatisfied huff from the little. Carrington let out a small laugh, shaking his head. Johnnie wasn’t this stubborn out of littlespace.

It was interesting to see how different little Johnnie acted from big Johnnie. The way Johnnie watched Carrington’s every move, or the way Johnnie clung by his side with zero hesitation.

As the popcorn began popping, Johnnie’s grip on Carrington’s hoodie came loose and he opted for holding onto the man’s arm. Carrington smiled, assuring him that the popcorn had to pop, hence the name.

“We watch Skellin’ton?” Johnnie asked quietly as Carrington placed the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table, turning on the TV.

“Huh?” Carrington asked, furrowing his brow slightly. “Skellin’ton.” Johnnie spoke again, as if what he was saying was obvious.

Skellington? Who the hell was Skellington?

“Jaaack Skellin’ton.” Johnnie whined, shaking Carrington’s arm gently. “Oh! Nightmare before Christmas?!” Carrington asked, a smile wide on his face. Johnnie nodded excitedly, “Skellin’ton!” He beamed.

“Yes, we will watch Skellington.” Carrington agreed, a small laugh escaping his lips as he found the movie on Disney+.

The two shared the bowl of popcorn, Carrington commenting on how cool halloween town was which sparked Johnnie to excitedly explain that apparently there were other holiday towns that the movie never showed.

Carrington pretended not to know, because Johnnie seemed delighted to tell someone other than Jake this fact.

Eventually, Carrington felt a new weight be added on his shoulder. Looking over, the brunette boy couldn’t help but smile seeing that Johnnie had fallen asleep, hand gripping Carrington’s hoodie as if Carrington would even dream of leaving.

A few minutes later, just as the credits began to roll…a panicked Jake Webber entered the house, instantly stopping as he saw his little asleep on the couch.

“How’d it go?” Jake asked quietly, looking at the empty bowl of popcorn on the table. Looking down once more at Johnnie, Carrington answered,

“Good. It went good.”

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