Boy Next Door - mason dye - For Francesca (smut)

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Requested imagine from my girlie Francesca, I will not mention her wattpad for personal reasons.
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"Oh Mason baby! You make me so wet!"

Francesca's eyes went wide and she turned towards her window to see Mason, the boy next door, hanging out of his window moaning at her. She walked towards the window, opening it and glaring at him.
"Can I help you?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No, not really. I was just mocking you." He shrugged and her eyebrows scrunched together.
"How would you be mocking me? I've never moaned for you." She stated and he chuckled.
"That's not what I heard" He smirked, "Because from what I heard, we were having hot, streamy sex in your dream." Francesca's jaw dropped.
"How dare you assume that, I have a boyfriend!" She exclaimed and he snorted.
"I'm not assuming baby girl, I heard it with my own two ears. It was rather a turn on, to hear your real moans." He winked and her face contorted with anger and embarrassment.

She slammed her window closed and left her room. Her mother, Teresa, was making up avocado toast as she slumped down into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Mum, I'm going insane." Francesca stated and her mother looked at her confused.
"Why's that hun?" Her mother asked going back to the toast.
"Two words, Mason Dye." Was all she needed to say for her mother to nod in understanding.
"You complain about him all the time, I'm starting to think you have a little crush going on." Francesca's father, Antonio, added in as he entered the kitchen.
"No way! He is the worst!" Francesca spat out and her father raised his eyebrows.
"Well you're gonna have a blast tonight." He laughed as he took a piece of toast and her mother gave him a look as if to tell him to 'shut up'.
"What's happening tonight?" She asked looking at the two. Antonio shook his head and walked off.
"You are spending the night at the Dye's house. You can't say or do anything about it because it's already planned." Her mother explained and Francesca's jaw dropped.
"Please elaborate on how this is necessary?" She questioned with anger lacing her tone as she spoke.

"Your father and I are going to dinner for work and Mr Dye is attending with his wife. We decided that you'll just stay there tonight, seeing as we will be home late. Plus, you two will keep each other out of trouble." Teresa explained.
"Is Tae at least gonna be there?" She asked and her mother shook her head, so Francesca got up from her chair and stormed to her room. She slammed her door and flopped face first onto her bed.

She was already so embarrassed about Mason hearing her moan for him, now she will have to deal with being him teasing her about it.
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Francesca's parents walked her over to the Dye household, which was just next door. They were all dressed nicely and Francesca watched in awe at how cute her parents were. They knocked on the door and Francesca stood behind them holding her overnight bag. The door opened revealing Mason's parents, whom looked absolutely gorgeous and handsome.

"Francesca darl! Come in sweetie! Mason is just in his room, so go drop your bag in the spare room and go on in. Make yourself at home." His mother chirped as she pulled Francesca through the door.
"Okay thank you." She smiled as she thanked Mrs Dye before calling out to her mother and father, "Bye mum, bye dad. I love yous!"

They bided goodbyes and they left in the taxi. Francesca was now left standing in the middle of the house all alone. She ran her hands over her skirt and fixed her straps of her singlet before walking upstairs. She put her bag in the spare bedroom and went to Mason's room, like Mrs Dye said to.

She knew the Dye house like her own. She spent most of her life here as a child through until she was about 15 years old, but now she's 17. So she knew where everyone's rooms was and where everything is. She walked into Mason's room and sat on his bed. His shower was going, which meant he was in the shower. So Francesca flopped on her back and went on her phone.

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