football imagines {premier league}

Mason Mount

- half a broken heart.
*part three.

You were practically living at his house, waking up to his face in the morning wasn't something you could complain about, the sex was constant neither of you being able to keep your hands of one another. Each time he looked at you with them goddam bedroom eyes you melted just a little, you couldn't help but grow an attachment to him. You knew it was 'just sex' but part of you wished it was more. You wish you could wake him up with cute kisses instead of seductive ones, or cuddle up to him on the couch just to be close to his body instead of him always turning into something more, taking a shower together would be a sign of affection, not a sign for him to take you from behind.

Guilt would over rule your body when you had these thoughts, knowing girls would kill to be in your position, but you couldn't help wanting more. It hurt your heart to know he didn't feel the same way, him only seeing you as an 'object'. He didn't realise how much it hurt you when he came home with other girls, but it was his house he was allowed to do it. You agreed to a rule where it said he was allowed. But hearing him moan a name other than yours as you lay in his spare room broke your heart. It wasn't even a one time thing, night upon night it was a different girl. You hadn't realised that every girl looked like you, same hair colour, same eye colour, height as close to yours as he could find.

"Y/N?" Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice, you loved when he said your name, something about it making you think you were all his, but deep down we all knew you weren't. You only replied with a hum as you looked at your brew perched on the kitchen island staring blankly at it, feeling to sick too drink it, knowing there was another girl upstairs.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he looked at you with confusion, wondering why you was sat in the kitchen alone just gone midnight.

"Trying to distract myself" you said with a small smile, trying your hardest to cover up your true emotions.

"Distract yourself from what love?" the heart aching at the sound of the nickname.

"The moans coming from your room" you lightly spoke as if it was a joke, making sure he couldn't tell that you were hurt, broke.

"She's gone, she left hours ago Y/N, kicked her out, weren't feeling it" he stated, pulling out a stool to come and sit next to you, you turned your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Oh, yay" you spoke sarcastically moving to walk up the stairs, heading towards the spare room, as he quickly followed you, his eyes not leaving your ass as he walked behind you up the stairs.

"Nice view" he remarked, the smirk evident in his tone as you rolled your eyes.

"Why you going in there missy?" he asked as he watched you walk past his room. "To sleep" you shot back, hand already trembling for the handle.

"Oh, there won't be much sleeping tonight" he smirked back at you, you knew exactly what was going through that mind of his as he strutted towards you, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up, taking you to his room. Once again you was thrown on the all to familiar covers as they moulded around your body, he instantly started kissing down your stomach as you lay there needing more and more by the second, whining under his touch.

And finally he reached the area you needed him most, his mouth working absolute wonders, holding your hips down as you wiggled under him, moaning his name over and over again. You returned the favour, his moans even louder than yours were as you have complete control over him, grabbing his thighs as he makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair, hips buckling against your mouth as he comes underdone under you. The night continues that way, you on top, then you under him, from behind, in the shower, several rounds of pleasure as you drink up each other's bodies, wondering how the two of you even managed to get yourselves into this mess.

"Morning." He mumbled beside you, stretching out and then patting you on the head jokingly. A lazy eyed smile was the only reply you could make, too tired to talk.

"You still coming tonight?" he asked as you looked at him dumbfounded, what was tonight?

"Tonight?" you asked confused. "Yeah, England team are having a party" he said, as if you'd have known.

"As your plus one?" you smirked at him knowing you'd be introduced to everyone as nothing but a friend. "My special plus one" he winked, throwing the covers back and walking towards the bathroom, you watched his naked body walk away from you.

The day flew by, the both of you getting on with your own things. You began getting ready around seven, deciding on a short black dress that complimented your body extremely well, knowing it would be hard for Mason to keep his eyes off you.

The two of you walked into the venue hand in hand, getting some very confused looks from his teammates when he introduced you as his friend, just like you knew he would. The evening was nice, much like the company, you got on with everyone, chatting away with Ben as your eyes scanned the room wondering where Mason had got too..

That's when you stopped mid sentence, heart dropping at the sight as Ben followed your eye-line to see why you're face had turned stone cold.

His questions were answered when he saw Mason, but Mason wasn't alone.. A tacky girl grinding against his crotch as he pulled her closer to him, eyes darkening as he watched her, the same eyes that were looking into yours last night, bitten lip as he tried to hide the fat smirk on his face. The smirk he made at you when he questioned why you didn't walk straight into his room, the same lip bite as the one he was making when you took him to the back of your throat, it was a lump, one that was asking you to cry. You shouldn't be crying, you shouldn't even be annoyed. He's not yours. It's not like he hasn't done it before, technically he's allowed to do this.. it's in the rules.

Half your heart couldn't help but break, but the other half wanted revenge..

Two can play this game Mason..