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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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thinking about frat!peter leaving a conversation with someone or a group to take you upstairs because you looked at him with “fuck me” eyes

god i fucking LOVE frat!peter

You were Peter's girl.

He’s made that clear, every party he has has his arm thrown around your neck. He’ll press his lips to your temple or cheek when you walk away for a moment and return. He talks to you during beer pong games, ignoring his teammate entirely. He always comes to find you when you’re supposed to arrive and he always, always kisses you hello.

It was odd when you didn’t have him all over you when you walked in, even weirder when he wasn’t in the kitchen or garage. You texted him but was left on delivered, you wonder if he had made a run to the liquor store and forgot to tell you, you wouldn’t dare entertain the idea of him hooking up with another girl.

No, you were his girl. He made it clear.

Unless…

You stomped up the staircase off from the kitchen, upstairs was mostly off limits during parties. The only exception being the first bathroom on the right of the stairs, Peter’s room was to the left off the side. Without even glancing at the line you took a sharp left and paused at his door.

You took in a breath and pressed your ear against his door, you heard nothing but his standing fan running. Still not convinced you knocked lightly and pushed the door open, you blinked at the dark doom and flicked the lights on. His room was empty and his bed made, you grinned, at least he listened to one thing you told him.

In defeat you shut the door and head back downstairs, you check your phone for a response and frown. Peter’s never ditched you at a party before, and it especially hurt because you hadn’t seen him in a week since he’s been so busy with school and the frat.

“Have you seen Peter?” You tugged at the arm of a fraternity brother, he pulled a thinking face then nodded. “I think he was with Mallory, he said to let him know when you were here.” Your face screwed up, “who’s Mallory?” His friend smiled, “Trent’s friend! Parker’s been chattin’ ‘em up, they seem to be getting along pretty cool.”

So much for being ‘his girl’.

“Oh. Well, if you see him let him know I went home.”

His friend grabbed you when you turned to leave, “naw, don’t leave! Parker had specific instructions to let him know when you get here.” You scoff, “I don’t want to bother him and Mallory.” In an instant his friend slapped his forehead, you winced at the clap.

“Aw shit, you think Mallory’s a chick. It’s Chuck Mallory, Trent’s friend from back home.”

Oh. Well, that makes things better. But, still. Why isn’t he finding you himself? You were his girl!

“Where is he?”

Jarred shoves you towards the living room with an elbow, “outside, I think Mallory got him to smoke some weed.” You oo and thank him before walking away, high Peter was your favorite. When Peter was drunk he was loose and lovey, when he was high he was giddy and cuddly.

And cuddly Peter was exactly what you needed, you haven’t seen him in a whole week! You were itching to have him in your hold, let alone feel his lips on yours or have his body on yours in his bed.

Your legs felt light when you reached the back patio, you saw him across the yard hovering near the jungle gym, a small playhouse and swings crawling with drunk friend groups. His arms covered in a white and black flannel, his right arm was across his chest as he scratched at his left shoulder, the hand dangled the neck of a beer bottle.

You walk down the three steps and bumped shoulders with another guy, Adam, you share an astronomy class. “Hey!” His hands balance your shoulders, you wobble and hold on to his wrists, you laugh at the small adrenaline rush and smile, “hey!”

“You’re walking how I felt after that test wednesday.” You laugh and put your weight on one hip, Adam’s hand dropped to grab his drink, the other fell to a casual hold on your elbow. There was no inkling of attraction, just a friendly gesture.

“If you don’t feel confident I don’t have a chance.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t sweat it. I’d put four bucks on the line you got higher than me.”

You look over his face and hold out the hand he was grabbing, “I’ll take you up on that,” he grins and shakes your hand hard, “bet it is.” Adam looks to his side before holding tighter and pulling you in, “I’ve got a frat boy on my ten about to burn my head off.” You turn to look but Adam’s hand cups your face to keep you looking at him, “make him jealous, c’mon. It’ll be fun.”

You grab his hand off your face and grin, “for you or for me?” Your classmate shrugs, “my date bailed, entertain me.” You rolled your eyes but brought him in for an exaggerated hug, “mine made me come find him, all because his friend brought some new, cooler than me, guy over.”

When you pulled back you peeked a glance at Peter, his eyes narrowed in on the side of Adam’s face like you weren’t even there. He’s made it clear you were his girl and this guy doesn’t get it. You tapped your hand on Adam’s chest, “my guess is when I walk over there he’s going to make a big gesture of grabbing me and kissing me, making sure you watch.”

The blonde steps away, “I’ll be watching, and waiting on my four bucks!” You turn with a gasp, your hand over your heart, “you said I’d win!” Adam waves you off, “that’s before it was a real bet!”

You smirk and turn back around to your boy, his lips pulled into a neutral state. Peter’s pulled from the pack, standing on the outskirts facing you two perfectly, his eyes flash between the guy on the porch and you sauntering closer on the grass.

You approach him with a wide smile and wrap your arms around him, his arms stay glued to his side, he’s trying to be upset but you hum and tilt him side to side. “Careful, if you don’t hug me back he may think I’m free game.” Immediately he tugs his arms from under you and presses you tight against him, his lips pressing tiny kisses to your head. “Who’s our new friend?”

You snort and squeeze tight before stepping back, Peter wraps his arm around your neck. “Adam, we share astronomy.”

Your boy drops a breath dramatically, “thank god it’s not chemistry.” You grip at his love handles and he pushes you away, “you’re lucky I even came to find you! Jarred told me all about you and Mallory.” The exaggeration of the name lets Peter know you thought it was a girl he tsks and shakes his head.

“C’mon, trouble. You know you’re my girl.”

“Do I?” The not so subtle quip made Peter give you a faulty smile, more and more you’ve been dropping hints that the lack of a label but the implication of one was bothering you.

“I’d hope so, here. Trouble, meet Mallory, he’s staying with us for a few days. His dad is a web developer.”

Suddenly you understood why he ditched you, his two most favorite things in one room. Nerding out and networking.

Mallory, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes stretched out a hand. He shamelessly looked you up and down, a cocky smirk spread, “oh, hello, trouble.”

Before you could respond Peter pulled your back into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, “oh no, this one’s my girl. My trouble, not yours.” You relaxed in his hold, his possessiveness made you feel jittery.

“Easy up, Parker. I’ve got my eye on the blonde.” You followed his eyesight to the window, a group of blondes hovered. “Which one?” His smile made you happy to be in Peter’s arms, you snuggled in further with the answer. “Yes.”

You blink submissively and plaster on a dumb smile, “it’s honestly so nice of you to have such an unspecified type. You’ll give anyone a shot, huh?” Peter gripped your hip but didn’t say anything, his new friend had an amused grin, he wasn’t used to a girl challenging him.

“Some of the girls I’ve fucked could be concidered charity work, maybe I could collect one more?”

Trent shoved on Mallory’s chest, “cool it, prick. Parker’s girl is good to have around, apologize.”

You could feel how stiff Peter’s chest was at his comment, the boy apologized and you nodded but Peter still felt seized up, until Mallory broke the silence.

“Yo, Parker. Did I tell you about the internship program?” And you could feel Peter’s indecisiveness, he wanted to bark back at him but he also could use an internship, you pulled away from him and nodded at the shaggy hair.

“Pete, you were just talking about that like, two weeks ago.”

And the conversation flowed, the group talked back and forth and even with the jab, Mallory included you in the conversation and you could see the charismatic side of him, as much as you didn’t want to. After twenty minutes the group walked to an empty picnic table, Mallory sat on the top of the table, pausing mid conversation to lick his wrapped blunt, pressing the seal.

Ethan, Chris and Trent sat on the left side of the table, you, Peter and Dylan sat on the right. Dylan was also perched on the top of the table, his feet on the bench. Peter sat with his back to the table, his neck turned to the left to look at his new friend, your right shoulder rested on the side of the table, your legs thrown over Peter’s lap as he ran his hands up and down your shins. You rested your head on your fist, your elbow on the table as well.

You stared at Peter’s face as he made conversation in the group and laughed, you weren’t paying much attention but felt your heart lurch at every grin he casted and you laughed when he did.

Peter felt eyes burning a hole through him, he looked at you and grinned. ‘What?’ he mouthed, ‘nothing,’ you replied. He gave you a look that said ‘you’re being weird,’ you leaned in closer and tapped his cheek. As if you’d have to ask, he met you and pressed his bottom lip against your top, his hand holding onto your knee. You smiled against his lips, then pressed another kiss, “I missed you,” Peter hums, “missed you too.”

“Oi! You helped Trent cheat?” You shook your head when you pulled from Peter, Mallory smacked against your arm. Peter looked at you surprised, “no! Don’t- Don’t say it like that!” You looked around and hissed, “I just helped him understand a few questions better. During a test. For a final. By passing notes. But absolutely no cheating!”

“Trouble, what?” You grinned back at your boy nervously and looked at Trent as if you’ve been betrayed. Peter patted the side of your thigh, you ignored his call and Trent grinned with his hands up, “you won cool points forever, sorry babe.”

You groan and point around the table, “that never happened, okay!”

Mallory lit the blunt and passed it down the line, Ethan laughed at the quick silence. “If you guys think that’s funny I should tell you about the time she helped Parker study for an anatomy quiz.”

“Peter!” You gesture to his friend at the far side of the table, the others getting a laugh at your reaction. You sputter and shove at his arm, you can’t help but smile yourself. Peter jolts when you attack his side, you’re letting his friends see his ‘boyfriend side’, the one that giggles when you tickle him and leans into your touch, breathless and smiley when you end the attack.

“Stop making fun of my girl, she takes it out on me!” You prove his point and tickle his side again, he pulls your hips and throws you to straddle him. You can’t help but yelp at the sudden movement, you oof when you slam against his hips, his hands bolt your own down on your thighs.

If you could’ve clenched your thighs you would’ve, you forgot how quick he could throw you around. It’s been the longest week of your life since you met him. Dylan whistles and his gang claps, you roll your eyes, “Parker just earned top dog of the week!”

Dylan noogies Peter’s hat, you smack his hand away and place a protective hand, “leave my baby alone.” Ethan holds his hand across the table, “tell your baby to take a hit,” you extend your own, Peter takes the time to wrap his arm around your back, you return with a smile, you raise the blunt to his mouth, “take a hit.”

You watch Peter lean his head forward and take a hit, your look down and your warm smile melted into one of admiration. The lit end engulfed in red and orange, a single stream of smoke raised, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a longer hit, his eyes flashed up and saw the ardor in your eyes.

His fingers pushed into your thigh and you pulled away, you watched him blow out the smoke slowly while you took your own inhale, your only thoughts on Peter, no interest in the other conversations. You held the tobacco back up and bit your lip when his fingers brushed yours for another toke, “you’re looking at me funny,” he spoke between his inhale, you took the hat off his head, his head tilted at first, pausing to stop you but letting you do it when you flashed a frown.

You set the cap on the bench next to you, your fingers immediately fixing his curls and adjusting his hat hair. “You’re smokin’ babe.” You shook out his curls, you curled your fingers into them, his lips shot up to kiss your wrist, “thanks, honey.”

Your heart clenched, more and more he’s like your boyfriend. He’s laying it on thick tonight, you press a kiss to his lips, neither one of you a fan of heavy pda, him more than you, especially in front of his brothers. Peter holds the blunt behind your back and tugs you closer, he breaks away and his glazed eyes peered at your lips and to your eyes, “I love…” You listen closer and tug his shirt, he stops himself, “I love kissing you,”

You press a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips graze to his ear, “that all?” You looked back at his face but he cleared his throat and looked behind you to hand the blunt off to Dylan. You’re teasing, that’s all. You poke at his cheeks, “don’t get all freaked out, I’m kidding, petey.”

You humph when his hand covers your mouth, his eyes shoot to his friends. He’s in the clear, no one heard. If any one of his friends heard the pet name they’d bully him to death, simp him to shame. He’d never ever hear the end of it.

Peter’s eyes burrowed into yours, “absolutely not.”

“Petey.” You mumbled it into his hand, he pressed against your mouth harder. He gave you a death stare, you giggled and pulled at his wrist, he gave you a warning glance but let it fall away.

You took a deep breath and leaned to whisper in his ear, your hands cupped around your mouth. “petey, petey, petey.” His fingers dig into your sides, as you curl into him he pushes your hips away.

“You’re being a menace tonight, trouble.”

You wheezed against him and pushed his hand away, “I’m sorry!”

And the moment you looked back up at him he understood, you had a look on your face only he was lucky enough to see. It was the same look you gave him when he was pushing into you, as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades and cried out his name. The same look when you lay breathless, your fingers tangled in his hair pulling as tight as you could grinding your hips against his face.

“I just missed you this week,” you whispered the words and fixed his collar, he missed you too.

Peter grabbed your fingers and kissed them, “okay, then go pee, baby.” He spoke loudly and laughed, catching the attention of his friends but they continued with the conversation. You furrowed your brow, you went to speak but he continued, “okay, then let’s go.” He patted your thighs and you scrambled to get off them, he stood up and grabbed your hand to tug you up.

Peter gave a salute to his friend group, “be right back,” you nodded and followed his path inside. Your boy tugged you up the stairs and to his room, his hat was tossed to his dresser and he ripped his flannel off.

You smiled when you realized what he did, you told him you hated how his friends jeered him on when it was assumed you were about to have sex. It makes you feel icky. You give him a sudden hug, he stills but wraps his own arm around you.

“You okay?”

“You did that for me?”

Peter kisses the top of your head, “you give me the look, I make the excuse.”

Then smacks your backside, “now get naked, if we take longer than thirty minutes they’ll ask questions.”

You pull your shirt off and flop on the center of his bed, “yes, sir.”

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lorarri · 9 months ago

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★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐁𝟓

summary , the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

pairing , jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader

main masterlist | football masterlist

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yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5

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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now

user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass

user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user it couple is cookin ya'll

user love that mother is living her best life

user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump

user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

user madam who got you those flowers

user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter

user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple

user are you dating jude?

user Y/N come home the kids miss you

user 4th wdc pending...

user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?

user love my soon to be parents

user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card

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TRENTSKI

JUDITH

EXPLAIN YOUR SELF

JUDITH

huh?

RICE RICE BABY

did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?

JUDITH

yes?

SANCHOOOO

SO YOU ADMIT IT

IT IS YOU

MEEK MEALS

glad you finally got together

I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7

JACK RABBIT

I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her

STAR BOY

right?

his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned

proud of you bro

JUDITH

thx kyo

I always knew you were a real one

TRENTSKI

damn I see how it is then....

RICE RICE BABY

trents going dark lads

in his sad girl era

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

so wait who knows about you 2 being together?

SANCHOOOO

besides the entire intent after that photo dump?

MEEK MEALS

LMFAOOO

STAR BOY

tell lewis he's the goat

JUDITH

hahah funny

let us have our damatic soft launch

obvi you guys know

the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles

I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday

JACK RABBIT

mate your fucked

TRENTSKI

DAMN

secret forbbiden romance

didn't know you were built like that jude

MEEK MEALS

what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER

SANCHOOOO

pray for jude guys

these might be his last days with us

STAR BOY

he shall be missed

JACK RABBIT

dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter

JUDITH

thanks guys...

wiss me luck

TRENTSKI

break a leg

RICE RICE BABY

don't die

MEEK MEALS

good luck

SANCHOOOO

you going to die

STAR BOY

what colour coffin do you want?

I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones

JACK RABBIT

do you need a get away driver?

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis

JUDITH

I feel so loved rn

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he's a good lad

but if he hurt's you

winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern

okay dad I'll relay that message to him

good

also don't forget to use projection...

DAD OMG STOP

carlossainz55 replied to your story!

¡HALA MADRID!

maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?

also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins

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what does he smell like?

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insidekatmind · 2 months ago

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The Unexpected Encounter- Trent Arnold x reader feat.Jude Bellingham

London was a mosaic of lights and memories that hit you like a punch in the gut every time you walked its streets. This time, though, the city felt different. Maybe because you were back with Jude Bellingham, the guy who had managed to pick up the pieces of your heart after your breakup with Trent Arnold.

Years had passed since the last time you saw Trent. Your story had been intense but crumbled under the weight of expectations and the different paths your lives had taken. Jude, with his sweetness and unconditional support, had become your safe haven.

Jude had been called up to play in the Euros with England, and the two of you decided to arrive a few days earlier to enjoy some time together.

---

It was a quiet evening, and Jude insisted on taking you to an elegant restaurant in central London.

"You can't come to London without trying this place," he said with a smile, his soft accent making your heart melt.

As you entered, your eyes landed on a group of people at the bar. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized that familiar figure: Trent. He was there with a few teammates, laughing and chatting as if nothing had changed.

"Are you okay?" Jude asked, noticing your sudden silence.

"He's here," you murmured, trying to stay calm.

Jude followed your gaze and understood immediately. "Trent," he said, his tone neutral but with a hint of surprise.

Before you could respond, Trent looked up and saw you. His eyes met yours for a moment that felt like an eternity. Then his gaze shifted to Jude.

Later, while Jude went to the bathroom, Trent seized the chance to approach your table.

"I didn’t think you’d come back to London," he said, his voice deeper than you remembered.

"Neither did I," you replied, trying to sound indifferent.

"And now you're with Jude?" he asked, his intense gaze making you uncomfortable.

"Yeah, we've been together for a while," you answered, trying to keep your composure.

Trent shook his head, a bitter half-smile on his face. "It's ironic, isn’t it? One of my best friends."

"I didn’t plan any of this, Trent. It just happened," you replied firmly.

"It always just happens, doesn’t it?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But did you ever think about how complicated this would be?"

"Is something wrong?" Jude's voice interrupted the conversation, and you turned to see him approaching. His gaze shifted between you and Trent, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Nothing important," Trent replied, though his tone betrayed irritation.

"If it’s not important, then maybe it’s better to let us finish our dinner," Jude said, his tone calm but firm.

Trent stared at him for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Enjoy London," he said, directing the words to you with a look that seemed to hold everything he couldn’t say aloud.

---

Later that evening, back at the hotel, Jude sat on the bed and looked at you intently.

"So?" he asked.

"So what?" you tried to buy time, knowing exactly where he was going.

"How do you feel after seeing him again?"

You sighed, sitting down next to him. "It’s not easy. It never was with him."

"I’m sorry if I put you in a tough spot," Jude said, taking your hand.

"It’s not your fault. I love you, Jude. Trent is part of the past. You’re my present, and I want you to be my future."

Jude smiled, pulling you closer. "And I want to be all that for you. But if there’s anything you want to tell me about him, we can talk about it."

You shook your head, looking into his eyes. "There’s nothing to say. It’s over with him. With you, it’s everything."

Jude kissed you softly, and in that moment, you knew you had made the right choice.

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drowning-in-paragraphs · 4 months ago

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MIRROR

a/n: I had no idea if posting this was a good idea or not, but it's better to let it out than to leave it forgotten in the drafts. I hope you like it… I’ll leave this here, and I’ll retreat slowly…

jude bellingham x exgf!reader (trent alexander-arnold´s sister)

warnings: +18 content, p in v, protected sex, dom!Jude, dirty talk… kinda angsty, english is not my first language.

summary: Stuck at your brother's party, you struggle to get over Jude, your ex, who brings back old feelings every time you look at him. Despite your attempts to flirt with other guys, Trent and Jude always end up shooing them away, and your anger only grows. When Jude's gaze meets yours, the tension becomes electric. Before you know it, you both find yourself in the bathroom, where your chemistry ignites in a heated encounter that ignores all the rules you once swore you wouldn't break.

The music thumped through the walls of Trent’s house, vibrating through your chest as you hovered at the edge of the crowded living room. You hated these kinds of parties—too many people, too much noise—but it was Trent’s place, and everyone had shown up. Jude had shown up.

Of course he had.

It was one of your brother’s bests mates. He was laughing with a group of people just across the room, so close, yet worlds away.

You hated that seeing him still twisted your heart, hated that he looked so good, so unbothered, like you hadn’t been wrecked when he walked away from you months ago. He had told you that the distance was going to hurt you, but the one who ended up hurting you was him. You two hadn’t spoken since. Not properly, anyway. But you’d been here before—sharing space, always with Trent in between, always keeping it civil for the sake of everyone.

You tipped your glass back, willing the alcohol to dull the sharp edge of your emotions. Your eyes drifted toward the guy you’d been talking to earlier. Nothing serious. Just a distraction. He was cute, and more importantly, available. A brief smile played on your lips, and you moved to join him in the living room, leaving the bitter knot of emotion behind. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy the game of flirtation, the feeling of reclaiming control.

But you felt it before you saw him. Jude, his presence like a gravitational pull. As soon as the guy got too close, a hand on your arm, you saw him. Jude, out of the corner of your eye—his jaw tight, gaze burning.

"Oi, mate," Jude said, his voice low but firm as he stepped in, placing himself between you and the guy you wanted to shag, blocking him with a casual but unmistakable tension in his posture. "I think you're done here."

Your heart skipped a beat, anger flaring hot. Before you could protest, Trent appeared, a protective shadow beside Jude. Not again, please. Of course, Trent. Always watching, always hovering. You loved him a lot, but right now, you hated his guts. Hated that they were both treating you like something fragile, like you couldn’t make your own choices.

The worst thing was, it was the third time that night.

The guy glanced at Trent, then Jude, clearly uncomfortable. He wasn´t even looking at you anymore. "I didn’t mean any harm, man—"

"Yeah, you did. That´s my little sister" Trent cut in, his voice cold. "You're leaving now."

With one last quick glance at you, the guy mumbled something; probably an apology, and slinked off into the crowd. You stood there, furious, fists clenched at your sides. "What the hell, Jude? Trent?"

Jude’s eyes met yours, the weight of everything unsaid passing between you both. "Y/N, come on, don´t do this," he said quietly, almost too soft to hear over the loud music.

"Do what?" you snapped, taking a step closer. Your chest was tight, your words sharp. "Move on? Because I can’t just stand around waiting for you to stop playing games. You left me, Jude. Remember?"

His gaze dropped, pain flickering behind his eyes, and probably embarrasment due to your brother being there, jjjbut before he could say anything, Trent stepped in. “He’s right, you don’t need a guy,” he said, his voice more gentle than you expected. “You don´t know anything about him. I don't even know where he came from.”

You let out a frustrated breath, your mind reeling from the double wall of protection. You didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Jude stood there, silent, but you saw the tension in his shoulders, the conflict in his expression.

Without another word, you turned on your heel, pushing through the crowd, your skin burning with anger and unspoken feelings. The party roared on, oblivious to the storm that had just passed. Trent and Jude watched you go, and you didn’t have to look back to know they wouldn’t follow.

The rest of the party goes by relatively smoothly. Jude can feel you glaring at him the whole time, practically boring holes into his forehead with your flaming eyes. He winces when the song finishes and he watches you slide through the crowd, storming from the living room.

He shouldn't go to you. He knows he shouldn't. But he does anyway, standing up, avoiding Trent’s attention and hurrying after you. You see him coming so you pick up your pace, thumping up the stairs.

Jude follows faster, only a few steps behind you. You hesitate on the first landing, unsure which room will keep you safest from him.

Then you see the bathroom down the hall and make a break for it, rushing to get to safety with Jude hot on your heels driving you faster and faster.

You slip into the bathroom and go to slam the door shut, but a familiar hand grabs the wood and stops it. You let out an indignant squawk as he barges into the bathroom and shuts the door.

"Get out, Bellingham."

"No," He says firmly, staring down at you irritably. He can't help it, he has to explain himself.

"You know I'm right. That dude was not-

"Fuck off," you interrupt him, your voice raw with anger. "I was so calm talking to him until you both came over like a pair of lunatics."

Jude snaps, replying angrily, "Yes, because throwing yourself desperately at him is calmly talking. He was the third man in the night… "

"And yet, this was the third time that the two of you had no right to interfere. Especially you."

You’re so flippant, so nonchalant about the fact that you could've just been used or hurt by a random guy. Broken. Maybe, without your brother and his constant attention on you during the night, you could’ve committed a mistake. But none of that mattered now, your anger was bigger than your rational thoughts.

Jude clenches his fists, only growing angrier when you say flatly:

"Ben and I should be in my room right now. What a bunch of cockblockers...”

Was it really his name Ben? You couldn’t remember properly.

"I bet Trent would love to hear that from her little sister. Sometimes you forget that not everybody has good intentions.”

His heart sinks when he recognizes a ruthless glint in your eye, your lips quirking when you replie, "He seemed pretty nice. It was the third guy in this party that left scared. Shouldn’t you just give me a list of the ones that you and Trent consider appropriate for me?”

None. He wants to say.

Jude sees red, his hands flying to his hair and tugging in frustration. He turns his back on you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I can’t stand to see it. You know that. You do it in front of my eyes.”

"You have no right to be hovering around me scaring the guys that approach me, Jude.”

That's it. What you’ve been waiting all night to happen. At a moment you thought that you weren’t going to see it, but finally, Jude explodes, whirling around and smacking his hand down on the porcelain sink.

This makes you yelp as he yells, "Yes I do! I do have a right. Because I miss you, dammit!"

You stared at him, your lips parted in obvious shock. Your lips. Jude feels his gaze drawn to them like a magnet.

And then you’re both moving, crashing together before either can stop it.

Jude let's out a groan at the contact, his hands grabbing at your hips. Finally. Your breathing hitches when he bites down on your lower lip harshly. He's still mad, still fucking furious with you. You can tell from the way he's kissing you, hot and so needy it makes your knees shake.

You moan when his tongue eagerly slips into your mouth, rediscovering and reclaiming. There's no fighting for dominance—Jude has it already. You surrender to his control, opening up for it greedily. You want this, you need this.

Your hands fly to his shirt tugging and pulling at it until he finally gets the message and pulls away long enough to shrug the shirt off over his head. You grow dizzy at the sight of his muscular torso, your tongue flicking out to wet your swollen lips. It was obvious he'd been training extra hard. What wasn't obvious was the hours Jude spent working out to avoid thinking of you.

He growls low in the back of his throat at the sight of your pupils blown wide. He pulls you back to him, returning his wanting lips to yours. Your hands shake as they slide up over his shoulder blades and the back of his neck.

Jude smirks at the action, giving him plenty of time to slide his lips over his jaw and down to the hollow of your throat. He groans at the feel of you, the taste of your skin. You smell like lavender and the alcohol you´d been drinking. He wants to drown in it. Drown in you.

You gasp when his teeth tug at your skin. He bites and sucks and licks until there is a growing red mark on the side of your throat. Trent is going to kill you both. Your head lolls to the opposite side, weak to his sinful ministrations. Eager for more. Jude licks a stripe from your jaw to the skin under your ear. He pauses when something bumps his nose.

Earrings. The earrings. You still wore them. You still wore the ones that he gifted you.

His heart nearly explodes because maybe this meant it wasn't over, maybe he could undo the things that had been done. His hands fly back into action, untucking your blue t from your jeans and pulling back enough to tug it up over your head.

He lets out a curse when he realizes this whole time you hadn't been wearing a bra. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, waiting before doing anything. Maybe this is a mistake.

You must notice his hesitation, because your cool palms suddenly cup his face and bring his lips back to yours. It's your turn to bite his lip, your teeth playfully nipping at the soft swollen curve of his lower one. The kiss is still angry, hot, and so delicious it makes your toes curl.

No, this was definitely not a mistake.

Jude shakes his head when you try to drop to your knees. He knows what you think he wants. But you’re wrong.

"Turn around," He mumbles huskily, his erection painful in his jeans. He had to have you, he needed to have you.

"No," you scoff, trying to return your lips to his.

"I said turn around," he growls, not missing the way your thighs clench together and your eyes flash. You narrow your eyes but do as you’re told, yelping when Jude pins you front to the sink. Your eyes find yourself in the mirror and you’re taken aback by how needy you look, wanton and hungry. For him. You was always hungry for him.

Jude’s thoughts are disrupted when your ass arches into his cock, making him curse under his breath.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

You smile wickedly at him in the mirror, Jude growing cross at the action. He was in control. He needed to because you’d been slipping through his fingers like sand ever since he went to play to Madrid.

You see the change in him, his eyes darkening sinfully. You gasp and grip the sink tightly when he thrusts against you, your legs shaking from the spark of pleasure.

You were embarrassed, your cheeks turning red when you watch in the mirror as a moan flew from your lips. You try to turn around, but his hands keep you pinned there.

You moan again when you feel his fingers at your front, deftly unbuttoning your pants before slipping his hand inside.

Jude leans his forehead against your back, momentarily breathless from the feeling of your fingers dipping into your slick heat.

"Ju- Jude," you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as he slowly thrusts one finger in and out of you. It's not enough, not when you knows his cock is just out of reach and can fill you the way you want—need to be.

His hand moves from you core, leaving you feeling empty and on fire with need.

Jude mutters huskily, "Open your eyes. I want you to watch. I want you to see what only I can do to you."

Goosebumps erupt across your skin at his words, your mouth running dry when your pants and panties join the pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes flicker open, because while you want to tell him to piss off, that he isn't in charge of you any more….you want to see it too.

“You still on the-?” He asks, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Yes,” you interrupt him immediately.

His belt buckle clinks when he tosses it to the floor. You watch with wide open eyes as he shoves his jeans down just enough to pull his pulsing member out. You run your tongue along your lower lip, your eyes stuck on the spot of the mirror where you can see Jude languidly stroking himself. You want to do it. You go to turn, desperate to hold him in her hand, but Jude reaches up and firmly holds you in place, saying rudely, "Don't."

Your head falls foreword with a gasp when you feel the tip of him teasing your entrance, just barely sliding in before retreating. It was torture. You try desperately to arch back into him, groaning when Jude tuts and stills your hips with his hand.

"Look," He says firmly. You raise your head and stare at Jude in the mirror, your lustfilled gazes locked onto each other as he slowly thrusts into you. Jude swears at the feeling of being inside of you again, moans loudly when you clench around him.

His hand comes around to cup your throat, keeping your head exactly in front of the mirror as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. Your knuckles turn white from your grip on the sink, unable to stop the uninhibited moan that tears from your throat. He was filling you so deliciously, so completely in this position. He's slow, but hard and rough in his movements. You cry out when he brushes against that explosive spot within you that has your back arching and your hands scrambling for something better to hold onto.

The contrast of his warm body against your back and the cold sink pressing into you front leaves you breathless.

"Please, Jude," you moan, your head slumping back to rest on his shoulder with your eyes closed. He connects your lips for a harsh, soul shattering kiss. He moans into your open mouth when you circle your hips back on his, trying to get more. The hand that was caressing your throat covers your own that you have pressed against the mirror, his fingers interlocking with yours as he complies with your wishes. He knows what you need.

He thrusts into you faster, harder, the hand not holding yours coming down to grab your hip. You can't make sense of the sounds coming from your own mouth because it's just so good. It's so good with Jude. Because it's the only time you willingly give someone control over your heart, your body.

That familiar warm sensation coils in your lower belly, growing bigger and more warm with each thrust.

"Jude, I-I..." You trail off with a groan, your hips bucking back into his wildly as you approach the peak of arousal, Jude growling huskily in your ear.

"Look, Y/N. Look in the mirror."

It takes all of your strength to open your eyes and lean your head forward, your gaze first finding where your and his hand are locked together, pressed up against the mirror.

Then you find yourself, again shocked by the arousal in your eyes and the poutyness of your swollen lips. You glance up at Jude in the reflection, nearly moaning at how sinful he looks. He commands the energy in the room, his jaw clenched tight as he too fights back his climax. You watch you both now, desperate for this to not end. It was too good.

When his fingers glide across your stomach and dip down to circle your clit your vision goes white, your mouth falling open as a voiceless cry tries to leave you. Jude swears, watching in the mirror as your eyes roll back and your throat bobs and you climax around him, your clenching walls finishing him off and making him groan loudly against your shoulder.

He slumps against you, his arm holding you up as your legs shake against his. He presses a few sloppy kisses to the skin of your back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain his breath.

That is when you realize, what have you done. How you have fallen again in this loop. Or how you’d let yourself be touched by the man that left you not so long ago shattered.

"Y/N," He whispers hoarsely, taking in your pink cheeks and cloudy gaze. Lust turns to fear as you quickly separate your hands and bodies, scrambling to pull on your clothes.

Jude feels fear tighten in his chest too, because you’re pulling away faster than he can reel you in.

"Y/N, wait-

The bathroom door slams shut as you flee, barely dressed before disappearing. Your entire body is hot as you can still feel his touch and shame washes over you. You run to one of the bedrooms, hoping Trent doesn’t find you. But most of all, hoping Jude will get out of your mind once and for all.

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dramaticallytotal · 1 month ago

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TDWT Headcanons Pt. 7

Part 1 Last Part

• Leshawna, Cody, Noah, Harold, Sierra, Gwen, Ezekiel, and Duncan have allergies. Leshawna with pineapples, Cody with so many freaking bugs and goat saliva, Noah is allergic to bees, wasps, pollen, and dust. Harold has many but most notably crab apples and gummy slugs. Sierra is a little allergic to soy. Gwen is allergic to eucalyptus. Finally, Ezekiel has a slight allergy to peanuts. It's not bad, but he really hates it because he likes the taste of peanuts.

• Noah has so much blackmail on Chris it's not even funny. Mainly, it's embarrassing blackmail because the man has a bad habit of texting Noah his 3 am. thoughts, and they are all so freaking stupid.

One of his favorites was "Do you think Chef would love me if I was worm?"

Followed by

"Do you think he'd love me more if I could cook?"

Then

"Would he love me if I was a cooking worm like that stupid animated rat?"

• New Labels!! We all know everyone gets a label, so I'm either giving them new ones or tweaking their old ones or leaving them the same. We shall go alphabetically.

- Alejandro: The Arch Villain. It's simple and to the point!

- Blaineley: The Gossip Queen. I feel like she should have gotten one despite not being in the season that long.

- Bridgette: The Surfing Hostess. A mix of her original ones, plus acknowledging her being co-host of Aftermath

- Cody: The Geeky Drama Bro. A reference to his band The Drama Brothers mixed with his original label.

- Courtney: The Intimidating Overachiever. I just wanted to make it longer XD

- DJ: The Teddy Bear. Why mess with perfection?

- Duncan: The JD. Chris thought it was a clever musical reference, plus it stands for Juvenile Delinquent.

- Eva: The Powerhouse Stunt Girl. Noah made him change it to something positive with the power of blackmail.✨️

- Gwen: Living Goth Girl. Look... Noah was sleeping deprived, and one of the interns was blasting, Living Dead Girl and his half asleep brain thought it was hilarious. Chris's fully awake brain agreed.

- Harold: Uber Geek Bro. Mix of other labels plus his band name.

- Heather: The Queen Bee. Why mess with perfection x 2.

- Izzy: Izz-sane Actress. Chris could not help himself and gave her a pun. Noah made him put the actress.

- Leshawna: The Reality Queen. A nod to her and Tyler's run of reality TV shows. Despite what Blaineley said, it wasn't Leshawna's desperate grab for her former fame. All the shows asked her to guest star, and she did great.

- Lindsay: Her Hotness. A callback to her Admiral Lindsay Her Hotness role. Noah knows it was a fan favorite character arch. Thus, he added it.

- Noah: The High IQ. Why mess with perfection x 3, plus, Noah thinks it will help people underestimate him again.

- Owen: Big O. Chris and Noah just went with Izzy's nickname for Owen.

- Sierra: Obsessive Uber-Fan. It fits, and it makes the cast just believe she is a super fan, and then they meet her and are like "ooooh...you were not kidding about the Obsessive part."

- Trent: Loverboy. Short. Sweet. To the point XD

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Bonus:

- Chef: The Chef-of-all-trades. Because he does basically everything and Noah thought it was funny.

- Chris: The Host With The Most. Chris wanted to keep his classic label. (Noah calls him The Host With The Most Issues in his head.)

• When they were making the labels, Noah had to resort to spraying Chris with a spray bottle if he accidentally said something that would be seen as offensive. This morphed into Noah spraying him if he was being a diva, difficult, or just plain dumb.

• Noah immediately clocked Alejandro as too good to be true the moment they were in the craft services tent after being "rescued" by Chris and Chef. How? Because Noah was immediately attracted to him and Noah had bad taste in guys (or so his sisters say). Also, because, hello???? He auditioned to be on a show called Total Drama Dirtbags.

• Also also, Noah seems to attract ...eccentric types of people, and Alejandro chose to sit next to him on the bus. Well, in the seats across from him, seeing as he was sitting with Eva, and she chose the window seat. And he actually talked to him. To Noah, that was a big clue.

• When Noah and Blaineley get introduced to the merge people they each have to sing their own song. Blaineley, of course, songs her song Blaine-rific. Noah sings a parody of the song Roxie from Chicago with worked around lyrics, but he's hoping to spite the producers, and hopes they have to pay royalties or something for his song.

• Blaineley is pissed when she watches Noah's song because he got a costume that resembles Roxie's in the movie version somewhat, and some of the male interns even joined in as his background dancers and singer. He hoped Noelle was freaking proud because he performed the hell out of that song!

• Alejandro is definitely not jealous of all the boys pretending (they better be pretending) to fawn over Noah

• It's another instance of Alejandro being stunned by Noah, then he sees him in the wedding dress and blushes so hard.

• Bridgette and Noah are pretty good friends. They weirdly enough bonded over recipes since Bridgette is vegan, and Noah being Tamil eats a lot of vegan dishes whenever his mother cooks.

• Owen, Leshawna, Noah, Gwen, Alejandro, Courtney, Dj, and Tyler can all cook really damn good. Owen picked it up when he was trying diets, and he has actually lost some weight cooking for himself and his family. He's really proud. (So is Team E-Scope.) Leshawna because her aunties taught her and the senior volunteers at the shelters she helps at taught her too. DJ because of his Momma, of course. Gwen because she wanted to help her mom out, and sometimes, her mom was just so tired after working. Noah because his family sees cooking as a bonding experience. Alejandro learned so he could impress more people, but also his Nana wanted him to be self-reliant. Courtney because she didn't want to have to rely on others when she could do it herself. Tyler is a surprise, but he found out he could cook well when he started cooking for Lindsay for dates.

• Harold burned water once.

• Izzy isn't allowed in the kitchen. She likes to experiment too much.

• In Rapa Nui, when Chris was wearing the super short shorts, all the contestants there screamed in horror, and some even threw themselves to the floor. Noah slammed his face into the closest surface, which happened to be a very chiseled chest. Alejandro hid his face in Noah's hair.

• Chris was not amused at everyone's dramatics.

• I need you all to know that the Rapa Nui challenge isn't even a challenge because they couldn't close the rock fast enough, and Noah got picked up by the condor and taken to the nest. Which means he got his eggs all in the nest at once. Which means he automatically won.

• Chris comes up with a last-minute second challenge that whoever saves Noah gets immunity as well. (Someone save his son!)

• Noah is just trying not to freak out as the giant condor preens his hair like he's one of her chicks.

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kteezy997 · 1 year ago

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my best friend's sister//t.c.

Warnings: smut, losing virginity, male receiving explicit oral sex, secret sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

y/n had called Timothee, saying that there was an emergency and she needed him to come to her apartment right away. Naturally, he was quite worried. On the drive to her place, he hoped that she wasn't seriously hurt, as she was the younger sister of his best friend. He'd known her for years, even when she was still a teenager, and he cared for her deeply.

He arrived at her place just moments after the phone call, hurried to her apartment and knocked on the door.

"Hey, thank you so much for coming." she said upon opening the door and gesturing for him to come in.

She didn't seem to be hurt or even in any sort of panic, which did relieve him some.

"Are you okay? What's the emergency?" Timmy asked as he stepped into the apartment.

"Here, let's go to the living room to talk." she said, leading the way and sitting on the couch.

Timmy opted for a chair across from her, wondering why they were getting comfortable if there was something the matter. "So what's going on, y/n? You've got me worried over here."

Y/n had her hands on her lap, she sighed, "Okay, so there really is no emergency. But I did want to ask you something."

He frowned at her, "You wanted to ask me something? You couldn't just text me or tell me over the phone? You had me rush over here like you'd been stabbed." he shook his head slightly in disbelief.

She could sense the tiny bit of annoyance in his tone, and she genuinely felt bad. "I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know of another way of getting you over here without Trent finding out.” She fiddled idly with her fingers, nervousness began to overwhelm her. "Okay, I'm just gonna say it: I want you to help me lose my virginity."

Timmy was stunned, didn't expect any part of that equation. She's a virgin? And she wants me to be the first? He couldn't believe it. Y/n had always been a cute, smart, and sweet girl. Surely, guys her age were nuts about her. And why on earth would she pick her brother's best friend to deflower her?

"I never would have guess that you hadn't had sex yet." was the first thought he said aloud.

"I know, and my friends won't stop giving me crap for it, they say I just need to do it, to just get it over with." she shrugged. "And I trust you, Timmy. I know that you care about me, and you’re really sweet and you’re protective of me, so I know that I'd feel safe."

She knew it was the nerves that were making her ramble, but she blushed as she thought of the next thing she would say to him, "I've kinda always had a little crush on you." she tucked a piece of her long hair behind her ear, "I want to do it with you."

"Me?” Timmy touched his chest, “Out of everyone you know, you picked your brother's best friend? Do you want Trent to kill me?"

She giggled, "No, of course not. The only way that he would ever find out would be if you told him. Because I'm not going to tell him. I wouldn’t tell anyone it was you. I'd just tell my friends it was some random guy." she waved her hand nonchalantly.

Timmy sighed, putting his chin in his hand, thinking the whole thing over and eventually saying, "I don't know, y/n. I like you, I do. I always did think you were cute, but don’t you think you're a little too young for me?”

"I'm twenty-two and you're twenty-eight, so you're really not that much older. We’re both adults here. Besides, I'm not asking you to marry me, or to even date me." She looked at him, then with a smirk she took her top off.

Timmy's eyes widened as he felt tension rise in his body. He cleared his throat, feeling hot as he took in the sight of her bareness in front of him.

"Look, I bought lingerie for the occasion." she announced, setting her shoulders back, showing her black, mesh bra off to him. Her nipples nearly popped out the top of the see through bra. "I think the bra is a little small, but do you like it?" she looked down at her bra, then up at Timmy who seemed to be at loss for words.

He swallowed hard, "Y-yes."

Y/n got up off the couch, kneeling down in front of him. She put her hands on his thighs, "May I kiss you?"

Timmy, hesitant to disrespect his friend, but so turned on by y/n, responded, "Do your worst."

She leaned forward, narrowing in on his lips with her eyes, she licked her own lips to moisten them.

Timmy felt a sense of excitement as he felt her lips meeting his. She kept her mouth closed and the kiss chaste for a moment, then her hand was on his jaw, and she parted her lips. He let his tongue slip in her mouth, and she opened wider for him. She moaned and they were fighting for dominance in the kiss.

He gave her a peck and lingered on her wet lips as he pulled away. As he looked at her after, he could see that her skin was flush, and her lips swollen.

She wasn't just Trent's little sister anymore. She was a beautiful, desirable woman before him. His eyes scanned down her face, her neck, down to her plump breasts, barely covered with the black mesh material. It was just then that he noticed mini embroidered black stars on her bra. The black material did little to conceal the color and hardness of her nipples.

"Can I... suck you off?" her eyes wandered down to the tent forming in his pants. "Please?"

Fuck, no girl had ever asked to suck my dick before. He nodded insistently, "Mm-hmm." he hummed his response.

Her fingers unzipped his jeans, and she pulled his boxers down to allow his cock to plop out. She giggled, "You're hard. And it's so big, Timmy." she carefully put her hand around the base, "Wow. So pretty." She kitten licked his thick, red tip before moaning softly as she took him in her mouth.

Timmy closed his eyes for a second, just trying to process what was happening. Was he really going to fuck Trent’s little sister? Damn, how was she so good at this?

He looked down at y/n, working her mouth on his cock like it was her job. Soft, sloppy sounds left her lips as she sucked him, bobbing her head like she really knew what she was doing. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Timmy asked with a chuckle and his hand caressing her hair.

She let her lips pop off his cock, “I just watch a lot of porn.” she admitted with a grin. She licked her fingers, then let the saliva coat his length before she started to pump him with her hand.

Timmy relaxed, letting her jerk his cock.

She would gently squeeze his tip in her palm with each thrust, and she looked up at his face to watch him as he started to moan. “Am I doing a good job?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yes, s’good.” he shuddered, biting his lip.

She smiled, then licked a strip on the underside of his cock. She kissed the tip, gently massaging his balls with her fingers as she put her lips around his cock once more. She suckled his cock, placing her hands on his lower stomach, letting them slide up under his shirt.

Timmy put his hands on her arms as she explored underneath his shirt. Somehow, she kept his dick in her mouth, still sucking. “You’re so amazing already, y/n.” he praised in a huffy breath.

“Mm.” she hummed around his cock, taking it in her hand as she took her mouth away, “So you’ll do it?!” she blurted. She bit her lip, waiting for his reply.

“Yes. Just pinky swear we won’t tell anybody.” Timmy declared, holding his pinky out to her.

Y/n grinned, and locked her pinky finger around his. “Do you wanna fuck me in my bed?” she asked, her brows raised.

“Fuck yeah.” he breathed out, letting her take him by the hand and lead the way.

Y/n took her pants off upon entering her bedroom, revealing the matching panties to her bra, the see through material leaving nothing to Timmy's imagination.

He wanted to ruin her. He wanted to take her innocence and own it. The best part was that no one outside the two of them would ever know a thing.

As if she read his mind, she said, "You can be as rough with me as you want to. I'll let you know if it's too much."

"Noted." he answered, shoving her on the bed.

Y/n gasped as her body hit the bed in a rush. She grinned, eager to take him.

Timmy out his hands on either side of her ass, then tucked his fingers into the sides of her panties to pull them down.

She wiggled her butt in anticipation. She felt his fingers between her folds, and she shuddered.

"So wet. You knew I would do this for you, didn't you? You've been planning this." he said, plainly.

Then, before she could even reply, she heard his jeans hit the floor. She inhaled a sharp breath as he grabbed her hips. He climbed onto the bed, she felt his weight on her legs as he straddled them, then the tip of his cock was at her hole. She exhaled as he pushed his length into her.

"Fuck." Timmy muttered under his breath, taking his cock out just to put it right back in again.

He bottomed out, and she yelped softly in pain.

"You good?" he asked, his hands resting on her lower back, "Want me to stop?"

"No! The pain will subside, I know it will. Just please, don't stop." y/n begged.

Timmy went on thrusting his cock into her unbelievably tight pussy, gently kneading her ass to relieve some tension within her body.

She whimpered and moaned, but soon, there were cries of pleasure.

He took her pleasant sounds as a sign to work his hips faster, and seep deeper into her. He felt as if his cock was in a vice grip, he groaned, shook his head, and held y/n down so he could fuck her hard.

It was all she could do to lay there and take him. She gripped the sheets and whined as his cock carved into her pussy. It was everything she had wished for when it came to her first time, and even more.

"Yes, I'm yours to destroy, Timothee!" she cried as he rocked into her roughly.

Timmy grabbed her hair, pulling her upward onto all fours, he leaned forward, putting his cheek to hers as she gasped in surprise. "You're all mine, that's right. No man gets to feel this perfect, tight pussy but me. And it's our secret." With that, he kissed her on the cheek.

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FUNGIRL A Trent Alexander-Arnold + Original Character Erotic series.

Chapter 5

18+ Minors DNI

As a California native Amber was not fond of cold weather, although she loved winter fashion she held a deep disdain for the chill the season brought with it.

However, when Trent asked her if she wanted to spend a cold, rainy Thursday evening in North London watching as he and the rest of Liverpool’s squad took on their red rivals Arsenal, she accepted his invitation without hesitation.

“Thank you for coming,” Trent smirked as his eyes ran over Amber’s bundled figure, biting his lip to stifle a grin as he noticed that she'd worn the earrings he gave her.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Amber blushed, conscious of their incredibly public setting, standing in the private visitor's lounge of the Emirates Stadium, the room around them buzzing as the rest of his teammates socialized throughout the room as they prepared to head back to their hotel for the evening.

“You look good,” Trent murmured as he bowed his head towards her so no one else heard his rather forward compliment. Amber felt her cheeks heat even more, a mix of embarrassment and thrill coursing through her. She glanced around, ensuring no one was paying them any mind, before meeting his gaze.

“Trent, we’re in public,” she whispered, trying to maintain a semblance of decorum despite the fluttering in her stomach.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing. “What? You don’t like it?” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Because I think you look fucking stunning. Your ass looks amazing in these leggings.”

Amber bit her lip, torn between wanting to blush and wanting to roll her eyes at his flirtation. “You’re incorrigible,” she replied, though a smile tugged at her lips.

“Maybe,” he said, straightening up and flashing her that charming grin that always made her heart race. “But you’re going to let me take them off later.”

Before she could respond, one of his teammates, a tall guy with a friendly demeanour, approached them. “Hey, Trent! We’re heading out soon,” he explained before offering Amber a polite smile and leaving again.

“Yeah, just give me a second!” Trent called back, then turned to Amber, his expression softening. “Are you still coming to see me later?” he asked, his tone shifting to something more serious, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.

Amber hesitated, her heart racing at the thought of what that would entail. “I… I don’t know, Trent. It’s late, and I don’t want to be a distraction for you,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “You’re not a distraction. You’re the only thing I want to focus on tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

The sincerity in his voice made her pulse quicken. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it seemed to strip away the noise of the room around them.

“Just say yes,” Trent urged, his voice low and earnest. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Amber felt a rush of emotions—excitement, apprehension, and a flutter of desire. She bit her lip, weighing her options. The thrill of being with him, of stepping into something more intimate, was intoxicating. But the reality of their public lives loomed over her like a shadow.

“Okay,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll come.”

A grin broke across Trent’s face, lighting up his features. “You won’t regret it,” he said, his confidence radiating. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her cheek in a soft, lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

“Just give me a few minutes to wrap things up here,” he added, stepping back slightly but keeping his gaze locked on hers. “I’ll text you when I’m done.”

Amber nodded, her heart racing as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions. “I’ll be waiting,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

As Trent turned to rejoin his teammates, she couldn’t help but watch him go, her mind racing with thoughts of what the night might hold. The atmosphere in the lounge buzzed around her, but all she could focus on was the promise of their time together.

Around ten minutes later as she sat in the Uber back to her apartment, her phone buzzed in her purse. She fished it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Trent’s name flash on the screen.

Trent: Almost done. Can’t wait to have you to myself 🤤

She smiled at the message, her excitement bubbling over. Amber quickly typed a response, her fingers dancing over the screen.

Amber: Me too! Just got in. What time should I get to your hotel?

She hit send and leaned back in her seat, her mind racing with anticipation. The thought of being alone with Trent sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She replayed their earlier conversation in her head, the way he had looked at her, the heat of his breath against her ear. It was exhilarating.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed again.

Trent: Just give me 30 minutes. I’ll be ready for you.

Amber felt a rush of adrenaline at his words. Thirty minutes felt like an eternity, but she knew it would be worth the wait. She could already picture the way he would look at her, the way his hands would explore her body, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before.

Amber: Sounds good! I’ll be there.

She tucked her phone back into her purse, her heart racing as the Uber navigated through the city streets. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and she found herself mentally preparing for what was to come. Would it be as thrilling as she imagined? Would they cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed?

As the car pulled up to the hotel, Amber took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She stepped out, smoothing her hair and adjusting her outfit, wanting to look perfect for him. The lobby was bustling with guests and staff, but she felt like she was in her little world, her focus solely on Trent.

She made her way to the elevator, her heart pounding in her chest. As the doors slid shut, she glanced at her reflection in the polished metal, taking a moment to appreciate the way the soft lighting highlighted her features. She felt beautiful, and she hoped Trent would think so too.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, she stepped out and walked down the corridor to his room. Each step felt like a countdown to something monumental. She reached his door and paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

With a deep breath, she knocked softly. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and she felt a rush of nerves. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Trent, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted black t-shirt and joggers. His hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “You made it.”

“Of course,” Amber replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. As she walked past him, she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sent a thrill through her. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere that made her heart race even faster.

Trent closed the door behind her, and she turned to face him, her breath hitching as he took a step closer. “You look incredible,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her, making her feel exposed yet desired.

“Thanks,” she replied, her cheeks warming under his scrutiny. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He chuckled softly, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “About you.”

Amber’s heart raced at his words, and she felt a rush of confidence. “What exactly have you been thinking?” she asked, her voice teasing as she took a step closer, closing the gap between them.

Trent’s eyes darkened with desire, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “About how much I want you,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss that sent sparks flying through her body. She melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the moment.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the world outside fading away. All that mattered was the heat between them, the chemistry that crackled like electricity. When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Trent’s eyes were filled with a mix of hunger and affection.

Trent's hands roamed her curves possessively as he backed her towards the hotel bed, their lips never breaking contact. His body pressed against hers, the bulge in his joggers making it clear how much he desired her. "Fuck, I've missed you," he murmured against her mouth between kisses, as his hands unzipped her jacket pushing it from her shoulders.

Amber moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch with an insatiable hunger. She had missed him too, more than she cared to admit. As he backed her towards the bed, she kicked off her shoes and let the jacket fall to the floor, not caring about it at that moment.

Trent's hands were everywhere, exploring her curves with a sense of urgency that matched hers. He cupped her breasts through the thin material of her top, thumbing over nipples that pebbled under his touch. Amber arched into him, craving more contact.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Trent pulled back just enough to tug off her top and unclasp her breasts spilling free, caramel peaks begging for attention as he gazed at them hungrily.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered before taking one nipple between his lips and suckling hard. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Amber teetered the lines between being incredibly sexy and impossibly cute and Trent fucking loved it, she oozed sex appeal all while maintaining an air of innocence that drove him wild. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and every soft gasp that escaped her lips only fueled his desire further.

“Trent,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, urging him to continue. The sensation of his warm mouth on her was intoxicating, and she felt herself melting under his touch.

He switched to her other breast, lavishing attention on it as his hands roamed down her sides, exploring every curve. His fingers danced along the waistband of her leggings, teasingly brushing against her skin. “I’ve wanted you all fucking week,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Amber’s breath hitched as he finally slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his touch igniting a fire within her.

“Is she still mine?” Trent asked as his fingers slipped into her leggings and beneath her panties his fingertips found her clit, all while maintaining a heated eye contact with her.

“Yes,” Amber whimpered.

“Have you been touching yourself?” he snarled erotically as her wet flesh squelched against his fingers. “Making this little pussy cum?”

Amber nodded her head as she looked up at Trent through her lashes, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth as she stood topless and flushed-cheeked before him.

“Can you show me how baby?” he asked, their lips mere inches apart as he breathed her in.

Reaching for the waistband of her leggings, Amber pulled them down her thighs allowing them to pool around her feet before stepping out of them.

Turning her back to Trent, Amber slowly crawled onto the bed, letting out a strangled cry as he sent a harsh slap to her ass, kneading the reddened flesh between his fingers.

Trent's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Amber crawl onto the bed, her luscious curves on full display. He couldn't resist the urge to claim what was his, so he gave her ass a firm slap, making it jiggle enticingly before kneading the reddened flesh between his fingers.

“Fucking perfect,” Trent groaned.

Trent's eyes gleamed with possessiveness as he watched Amber crawl onto the bed, her ass cheek still red from his earlier spank. He couldn't resist giving it another firm smack before trailing his fingers down to rub her slick folds.

"Such a good girl," he praised huskily, circling her clit with a finger. "Now show me how you make yourself cum."

Amber whimpered as she turned over laying on her back and parting her legs, bending them at the knee as her fingers found her clit and she arched into her touch.

Amber moaned softly as she initiated her touch, fingers circling her clit with a desperate need. Her hips bucked slightly off the bed as she searched for that elusive pleasure.

Trent watched intently, his gaze devouring every inch of her exposed skin. The sight of her pleasuring herself was incredibly arousing, and he found himself rock-hard in his joggers.

"Like that?" Amber whimpered, glancing up at him through half-lidded eyes. "I do it like this..."

She began to rub faster, applying more pressure to her sensitive nub. Trent could see the flush on her cheeks deepen, hear the hitch in her breaths as she chased her orgasm.

"That's it," he encouraged roughly. "Play with your little pussy."

Amber's movements became erratic as she neared the edge. She needed more; she needed him.

"Trent," she gasped out between ragged breaths. "Please...you do it better.”

At Amber's word a growl ripped from Trent’s mouth as he stepped toward her, wrapping his hand around her slender ankle so he could tug her to the edge of the bed.

Trent's eyes darkened with lust as he tugged Amber to the edge of the bed, his fingers digging into her soft skin. His free hand reached down to palm his bulging cock through his joggers, giving it a rough squeeze.

"Like this?" he rasped, mimicking her earlier motions on her clit, groaning in approval of how wet she was.

Amber could only nod her head as she looked up at Trent with wide, lust-filled eyes her toes curling as he continued to play with her. She was his completely, he owned her body and treated it as such.

Amber let out a squeal as Trent teasingly spanked her clit, his lips curving into a smirk as she reached down in an attempt to push his hand away.

As Trent spanked Amber's clit, he could see the desire burning in her eyes. He loved watching her squirm under his touch, feeling how wet she was for him.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," he growled, rubbing faster against her sensitive nub. "I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside this tight little pussy."

Amber gasped and writhed beneath him as he expertly played with her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

"Yes...Trent...please..." she whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Patience," he taunted softly before leaning down to capture one peaked nipple between his lips once more. He sucked hard on it while continuing to torment Amber's throbbing clit with deliberate strokes of his fingers.

The dual sensations pushed Amber over the limit and she came undone with a keening cry. Her back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

With Amber's orgasm subsiding, Trent slowly released her nipple from his mouth, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched her chest heave with ragged breaths. He continued to stroke her sensitive clit in slow, teasing circles, prolonging the aftershocks of pleasure.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he praised huskily, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and leaving a trail of kisses along her skin. "I could watch you fall apart for hours."

Amber whimpered softly at his words, still riding the waves of ecstasy. She felt boneless beneath him, every movement magnified by the intense sensations coursing through her body.

Trent pulled back slightly to gaze down at her flushed face, drinking in the sight of postorgasmic bliss etched on her features. His cock throbbed insistently against his joggers, demanding attention.

"I want you now," Trent growled, his voice low and demanding as he hovered over her. "I need to be inside you."

Amber's eyes fluttered open, heavy with lust and a hint of fear at the intensity of his gaze. She nodded slowly, her lips parting as she panted softly.

Trent wasted no time, quickly divesting himself of his joggers and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and proud, leaking precum at the tip. Amber's breath caught at the sight, her mouth-watering with desire.

He moved between her thighs once more, notches of precum easing the way as he lined up with her entrance. With a slow thrust of his hips, he sank into her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch.

"Fuck," Amber moaned as he filled her, their bodies joining in a perfect union. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness beyond measure that had them both gasping for air.

“You’re so deep!” she gasped as Trent came to rest his forehead against Amber’s, their eyes locked as Trent fucked her with a slowed conviction.

Trent groaned as he finally bottomed out inside Amber, the tight heat of her pussy enveloping him like a vice. He paused for a moment to savour the sensation of his cock kissing feverishly against her cervix before pulling out and pushing in again, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Trent's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips snapping against Amber's as he chased his own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans.

"You feel incredible," Trent rasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and wet for me."

Amber responded with a needy whimper, her nails digging into Trent's back as she arched to meet each deep stroke. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock in an attempt to draw out every last drop of pleasure.

As Trent continued to pound into her, Amber felt herself teetering on the brink once more. Her body tensed, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Close?" he panted against her ear before nipping at the lobe.

"Yes!" Amber gasped out desperately as waves of ecstasy began to crash over her again. "Trent, I'm...I'm going to...!"

Her words trailed off into a keening wail as she shattered around him, her pussy spasming wildly in orgasmic bliss. The intense contractions milked Trent's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

He groaned loudly, the sound torn from his throat as he buried himself deep and came hard inside her. His seed pulsed hotly against her cervix, filling her up with his release.

They clung to each other as the aftershocks rocked their joined bodies, panting heavily in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Trent gently rolled them onto their sides, still connected intimately.

For a long moment, they simply lay there basking in the afterglow, savoring the closeness and satisfaction that only raw physical intimacy could provide.

After peeling themselves from the bed and into the shower, which resulted in another round, Trent’s head rested on Amber’s stomach as he lay between her legs, his face partially beneath the t-shirt she wore as she softly ran her nails up and down his bare back.

The moonlight filtered through the open curtains, illuminating the dimly lit hotel suite. The gentle rhythm of Amber's fingers against Trent's skin created a soothing atmosphere, punctuated only by the soft sounds of their breathing. Trent felt a sense of peace envelope him, the worries of the outside world fading away as he nestled closer to her waiting for their room service to arrive.

Smoothing his hands over Amber’s thighs, he let out a breath he'd been holding before pressing a kiss to her flat stomach as they lay in their post-coital daze.

Amber let out a contented sigh, her fingers gently dancing across Trent's back as she felt him press a soft kiss to her stomach. She tilted her head, gazing down at his peaceful profile illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

“When are you going to come and see me in Liverpool again, maybe come and watch me play at a home game?” Trent asked lifting his head slightly, his eyes searching hers with a mix of hope and curiosity. The question hung in the air, a blend of longing and anticipation.

Amber smiled, her heart swelling at the thought. “When are you going to invite me?” she replied, her voice warm and sincere. “Just let me know when your next home game is, and I’ll be there.”

“We have Real Madrid at home next weekend, the weather is supposed to be shitty but I’ll do my best to make sure you stay dry and warm if you can come.” He smiled softly.

“I’d love to,” Amber smiled as lifted himself with his arms so their faces were levelled, blushing as he leaned into her and pressed a kiss to her plump lips.

“Are you able to stay for a little longer than just the weekend?” Trent asked hopefully.

“How long is longer than the weekend?” Amber asked with a smirk, wrapping her arms around Trent’s muscular shoulders.

“I’m flying to Italy with the team on Tuesday evening, so maybe till Monday evening if you’re free.”

Amber's heart raced at the thought of extending her stay. “You want me to stay with you until Monday?” she asked, her voice teasing yet filled with genuine curiosity.

“Absolutely,” Trent replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I mean, I’d love to have you around before I leave.”

“Kiss me and I’ll decide,” Amber teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Trent chuckled, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth sent a thrill through her, and she felt herself melting into the moment. When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Amber couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” she said, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I’ll stay until Monday.”

“You didn’t really have a choice” Trent smirked, his playful tone making Amber laugh. “I would’ve eaten you out until you said yes.”

Amber's laughter was sweet music to Trent's ears, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she gazed up at him. "Oh really?" she teased, her fingers trailing down his back in a teasing caress. "And just how long do you think it would take for you to 'eat me out' into submission?"

Trent grinned wickedly, his eyes darkened with lust. "Long enough for you to forget your own name," he purred, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Amber shivered at the promise in his words, feeling a heated pool low in her belly. She knew exactly what kind of dirty talk and hot sex lay ahead if she spent a long weekend in Liverpool with him... and God help her, she couldn't wait.

"You’re an addict," she whispered teasingly, wrapping her legs around Trent's waist as he settled between them once more.

Just as Trent’s lips found Amber’s neck again, the door knocked softly, interrupting their moment. They both froze, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of disappointment at the interruption.

“Room service!” came the cheerful voice from the other side of the door.

Trent sighed dramatically, pulling away slightly to look at Amber with a playful pout. “As much as I love food, I’d much rather be devouring you right now.”

Amber laughed, her cheeks flushed with warmth. “Well, we can’t let the food get cold. Besides, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to ‘devour’ me later.”

“True,” he conceded, reluctantly rolling off her and standing up. “But I’m definitely going to make you pay for this interruption.”

Amber smirked, watching him as he walked to the door, his bare back muscles flexing with each step. She admired the view, feeling a rush of affection for the man who had so effortlessly captured her heart.

Trent opened the door, revealing a cart laden with an impressive array of dishes. The aroma wafted into the room, making Amber’s stomach growl in anticipation.

“Wow, you really went all out,” she said, her eyes widening as she took in the spread. There were pasta dishes, a selection of appetizers, and even a decadent dessert.

“I don't know about you, but I'm fucking starving,” Trent said as he grabbed a fry, dropping it into his mouth and moaning in approval.

Amber chuckled at his enthusiasm, her stomach echoing his sentiment. “You’re such a kid,” she teased, watching him as he eagerly began to set the table on the bed.

Patting the space beside her, Amber made room on the bed so Trent could join her. Sharing a cheeseburger, large fries and a margarita pizza between them , they settled in, the atmosphere shifting from intimate to cozy. The cart was a feast for the senses, and Amber couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment, the warmth of the food and the closeness of Trent making her heart swell.

“Have some” Trent encouraged, holding up a slice of pizza. “You have to try this.”

Amber leaned forward, taking a bite from his hand, her lips brushing against his fingers as she did. “Mmm, that’s really good,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “But I really can't eat everything, I really can't afford to.”

“You’re beautiful,” Trent said, his gaze unwavering as he watched her savor the pizza. “You don’t need to worry about that. Enjoy yourself.”

Amber felt a warmth spread through her at his compliment, her cheeks flushing slightly.

When they were done with their meal, they leaned back against the headboard, feeling pleasantly full and content. The remnants of their feast lay scattered around them, but the atmosphere was still charged with a sense of intimacy and connection.

“Thank you for this,” Amber said softly, glancing sideways at Trent. “I really needed a night like this.”

Trent turned to her, his expression serious for a moment. “I’m glad. You deserve to be spoiled every once in a while.” He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin.

Trent’s eyes softened, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. It was sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier encounters, but it sent a thrill through her nonetheless.

As the night went on, Amber found herself in Trent’s arms once again, her head resting in the crease of his neck as his hands remained beneath her t-shirt as he got lost in the comfort of her.

Innocent kisses quickly transpired into something so much more erotic as Trent’s fingers reached between them to move Amber’s panties to the side.

“Can I have you again?” he asked hotly against her lips, catching her bottom one between his teeth.

Nodding her head, Amber gave Trent free reign of her body, allowing him to twist and turn her until she was positioned to his liking—on her back, the T-shirt she previously wore discarded to the floor and a pillow beneath her lower back, propping her up.

Amber’s hands ran over Trent’s rock-hard abs, his skin smooth beneath her fingertips as she gazed up into his eyes. Reaching between their bodies, hot with want, he lined himself up at Amber’s pussy, groaning as he slipped inside her tight confines, having his way with her body until they both lay sated and covered in a sheen of sweat, tangled in the sheets.

Pulling amber’s body on top of his, Trent wrapped his arms around her needing as physically close as he currently felt towards her emotionally, the feeling both comforting and terrifying simultaneously.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 10 - He’s All Yours | ‘Ours’

The final day of your trip to New York arrived. You and Trent wanted to do some shopping. It was cold but still sunny out so you opted to head down to SoHo for it. You hit it up Prada, Aime Leon Dore, Acne Studios, and all your favorites. You wanted to stop at Sporty & Rich as well so you pushed Teddy in her pram down the pavement of Greene Street holding Trent’s hand. About half way down the block a Tiktokker came up to you trying to film a video.

“Your family is gorgeous, do you mind if I ask you a few questions for a video?” The boy asked, standing with a microphone while someone else filmed for him. You looked at Trent to see his reaction. You didn’t mind but you also weren’t the famous athlete.

“Thanks, mate. Yeah, it’s no problem.” Trent answered him while he pressed a kiss to your hair before he leaned over to check on Teddy. Seeing him elicited a giggle from her as she kicked her feet in her seat.

“Can I get your names first?” The interviewer asked politely. You looked at Trent for him to respond. You didn’t know what his plan of action would be here so you wanted him to take the lead.

“This is my fiancé, Y/N, I’m Trent, and this is Teddy.” He spoke soft and slow like always as he tickled her tummy. She continued in her fit of giggles with a big smile.

“Nice to meet you all. Where are you from, bro? That accent is crazy.” The kid laughed a little surprised by Trent’s diction. You guessed you were around it so much you hardly heard it anymore but you understood why someone living in New York might be confused by the Liverpudlian accent.

“It’s definitely something.” You giggled resting your head on Trent's shoulder. “I’m from here but he’s English.” You looked up at Trent as you informed the tiktokker.

“Nah, no way that’s English. It’s not.” The boy tried to convince you Trent wasn’t English. He wasn’t going to succeed obviously, it was just a bit of banter but he obviously assumed everyone in England had one accent that you presumably believed to be the more London posh one.

“Hate to disappoint, bro but I’m definitely from the north of England. Liverpool.” Trent confirmed he in fact was English.

“Oh sick. Do you guys watch soccer then? That’s big there right?” He asked genuinely curious. You appreciated the conversational manner he was trying to induce. It was friendly and polite. Normal. You both laughed a little not trying to be rude or patronizing but it was funny.Trent was famous but if you didn’t follow football it was a bit of a reach to recognize him. Nevertheless, to say you watched ‘soccer’ would be an understatement.

“Yeah… I guess you could say we do. Our life pretty much revolves around it.” You giggled more before Teddy started making some noises. You crouched down to her level. You picked her up and she clung to you eagerly.

“Wow, she’s adorable. So do you mind running me through your fits?” The boy cooed as his camera man moved for a different angle to include the full length of what you were wearing.

“Aw, thank you. Yeah, this is our little Teddy bear. She’s in Moncler.” You pinched her chubby cheek rubbing your cold nose against hers.” Erm… and I’m wearing Max Mara.” You were in a long Teddy coat that felt like you were still wrapped up in bed. “Louis Vuitton boots and a silly Saint Laurent take out box for a purse.” You laughed displaying your bag.

“That purse is incredible. I love it. What drew you to that?” He asked inspecting the kitschy leather box.

“It was a pregnancy craving. I give him a baby, he gives me a bag. It was a simple transaction.” you teased with a slight laugh looking at Trent amused.

“A bag?” Trent joked emphasizing that he most definitely bought you more than one singular bag during your ‘cravings’. He was in a Prada coat, trousers and trainers. Simple and all black. The kid had a few questions but flicked back to you.

“Mind talking me through some of your jewelry?” He asked so you nodded and started going piece by piece. “ My necklace is Van Cleef.” You smiled. It was the one you always wore that Trent gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. Only now it was a little funny because as you went through the rings on your finger, from your right hand starting with a David Yurman pinky ring first then to your Spinelli Kilcollin. You jumped over to your left hand and ultimately got to your ring finger with its newly adorned ring.

“Holy shit! That ring is insane. It’s beautiful. Congratulations. Bro, can I ask what do you do for work.” The boy keenly asked Trent curious what some random man he was interviewing on the street did to afford that. Trent rubbed his hand over his face, a little embarrassed by the spotlight on him and the size of your ring. He wanted you to have it be that way though. He designed it from scratch practically and he frankly believed you deserved a bigger one.

“I’m a footballer.” Trent answered plain and simple like always. With people he didn’t know Trent was always concise. He didn’t beat around the bush.

“Like the NFL?” The interviewer's eyes widened, starting to believe he was talking to a professional athlete. He was, just not kind he was initially thinking. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Trent was strong and athletic. I mean, he’s perfect and sexy but him playing in the NFL would be far fetched. You mouthed a ‘sorry’ up at Trent for your blunt reaction holding onto his bicep

“No.” Trent laughed with you, agreeing that it definitely was funny. “Nah, mate. Soccer, I guess.” Trent cringed saying the word. “I play in the Premier League.” He further explained. You felt his body tense saying that word. It made you smile remembering in the first few weeks of dating he convinced you to drop the word soccer entirely.

“Oh that’s so cool. Shit, now I feel like an idiot. I asked if you watched it.” He laughed nervously running his hand through his hair staring at the ground. You reached your arm out to pat his arm reassuring him it wasn’t a big deal.

“Don’t, he’s not that big of a deal.” You teased. Trent squeezed your waist silently complaining that you’d say that joke or not. The TikTok interview ended and he asked for your instagram handles to tag you when it was posted. You shared them not thinking much.

“Um 11 million followers is a big deal, Jesus.” The interviewer looked at his friend who was filming as you walked away with your family.

You sat in an airport lounge waiting to board your flight back into Manchester. You were slumped on a couch with your forever accessory clung to you. Teddy cooed away as if she was having a full conversation with you. You nodded along with ‘yeahs’ and ‘mmhmms’ entertaining her. You peeked your head up briefly away from her though to check on Trent. He was sitting across from you, legs spread scrolling through his phone. He looked good. Really good so you sent him a cheeky text.

‘Dadddyyyy 🥵🥵🥵’

You obviously sent it as a joke. You watched him read it and shake his head. He didn’t pick his gaze up though. He just shot you a text back.

‘Relax, please. We’re in an airport 🙄’

“Never stopped you before.” You said aloud. After receiving his response.

“Yeah, well, it’s stopping me right now.” He laughed. He stood up and walked over to you, plopping down on the couch you were sitting on. “Ted, isn’t mummy silly?” He cooed. She just drooled a little and you shrugged as if Teddy had responded ‘no, dad she’s not.’ You cuddled into him and laid on his chest as cozy and appropriately as you could given your location.

“I was thinking… T, do you think it’s bad we told that TikToker we were engaged?” You asked him quietly looking at your ring currently resting on Trent’s thigh.

“Do you not want to be engaged?” He said in a dramatic overly offended way. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “Give it back then.” He swiftly went to take your ring off your finger. You snatched your hand away from him before he could.

“T! Stop! I’m so serious.” You laughed despite trying not to. “I’m worried.” You looked at him with fear in your eyes. A look he hated to see and a look he always wanted to fix as quick as possible. He sat up a little and cupped one of your cheeks.

“Nah, baby it’ll be the same thing we’ve done with other news as always. If people find out, people find out. If we want to post, we can post. Try not stress about this one. Let’s just enjoy this. Me and you.” He cooed soft and securely. He had a tone he’d fall into that just calmed your whole body. You collapsed into his chest some more before Teddy pulled at his shirt. “Oh yeah, sorry, you too. You’re included obviously.” He joked looking at her.

“We’re a package deal, aren’t we, baby?” You kissed Teddy’s cheek before returning your head to its comfortable place on Trent. You pulled Teddy with you.

“Sign me up then.” Trent cooed, wrapping his arms around both of you. “My girls always.”

You boarded the plane and walked to first class. Trent handled all of your carry ons. You sat down holding teddy and everything was fine. That was until Trent sat down and gently pinched Teddy’s chubby little leg and she screamed with a loud giggle.

“Shhhhh. Teddy girl, you have to be quiet.” He said muddied in a laugh. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He looked at you wide eyed and jaw slacked about how loud she seemed on the quiet plane.

“Oh” you began to laugh. “I forgot you haven’t flown with this cute girl yet.” You squished Teddy into a hug recalling your first flight. You have to give credit where it’s due she was actually pretty well behaved it’s just that her squeals seemed to be inordinately loud in the cabin of the plane.

“Oh my days. Can’t be doing that, Ted.” He picked her up from you. And sat her on his lap over on his seat next to the window. He rested his chin on the top of her head while they looked outside. She kicked and giggled, pulling on his hair having the time of her life with daddy.

“Yeah, you handle all that.” You laughed gesturing to Teddy. “I need to sleep on this flight.” You smiled connivingly, watching Teddy stir about in his lap.

“You sleep. Me and Ted will hang. Right, baby bear?” Trent cooed looking down at her. She had a big smile on her face and that was all that really mattered. He reached his hand out and squeezed yours. Before you knew it you were landing back in England.

You got home and collapsed on to your livingroom couch. The dogs ran chaotically towards you hopping onto the cushions and laid on you excited you were finally back home.

“Hi boyssss…” you cooed giving them all the attention they so missed. Marcel usually watched them if you weren’t around. You don’t know how you’d survive without Trent’s family. They did so much for you. You were so blessed to be invited into the Alexander-Arnold family. Every so often for the last few days you’d get reminded that you were going to change your name. It felt strange. You hadn’t really digested it fully yet. Trent came over to sit after he had changed Teddy.

“Want to watch a movie or something? I’m exhausted and I have training early tomorrow.” Trent said handing you your baby and proceeding to practically lay on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his head in your lap.

“You pick.” You hummed, not upset by his intrusion of your space.

Teddy was 6 months old today. You were in the kitchen and Teddy was in her high chair. Trent was off for training soon so you were making breakfast for him and Teddy. Lately, you’d been skipping breakfast. You were finding that getting the baby weight off wasn’t has easy as you had anticipated. You’d always been so fit and athletic you thought you’d just bounce back but that wasn’t the case. You were working out again but it was hard to find the time or energy now when you were taking care of a baby al day. It definitely didn’t help that you lived with someone who was chronically in shape. Trent’s fitness was an essential part of his job. Teddy was still breastfeeding. It was still her main source of nutrition which was fine but it wasn’t enough so you were beginning to introduce solid food to her. She was growing so fast it almost made you a little sad. The breakfast for your 6 month old today was porridge and mashed fruit.

“That looks…. “ Trent made a face not particularly enticed by the dish walking into the kitchen. You laughed at him. He pushed the plate away from you before he came to give a kiss.

“It’s good for a 6 month old!!! Huh, Ted? Getting to be such a big girl!” You cooed excitedly as she wiggled in her chair with hungry eyes.

“My baby bear, gotta stop growing please. Have to stay just like this forever.” Trent cooed sitting next to her. He gave her a big kiss against her little pout with an ever dramatic ‘Mwah’ sound that she loved. She giggled grabbing at him with her tiny hands.

“Like what happened?” You walked towards the two of them with her food. “She got so old. I feel like we just brought her home.” You cooed taking a seat.

“Yeah…” he hummed reminiscing about your first days as a family of 3. “We did a really good job to be fair like she’s perfect. Look at this face.” He squished her cheeks together with one of his big hands. Anytime Trent did anything, said anything, Teddy would be giggling away. Completely in love and very amused by him. .

“That’s genuinely your face, T. She is you.” You teased him. They looked just about identical. Even Dianne was shocked from the second she saw Teddy at the hospital the day she was born. They were twins and Trent loved it. You did like it too. Whenever he was away it was like you had a mini version of him around that didn’t talk or eat as much.

“Mmmm, it’s yummy, baby.” You took a baby spoon and tried to get Teddy to eat. “T, eat some. She’ll do it if you do it.” He gave you a face like ‘are you fucking having a laugh?’ He had a weird thing with food textures and porridge was on the list of things he’d prefer to avoid .

“Mmm yum Ted.” He grimaced while swallowing the smallest possible bit of your baby’s food. He turned away from Teddy for only you to see and made a face as if he was going to be sick.

“Very convincing, T.” You laughed. “Not even our 6 month old is buying that.” You teased him for his poor performance. He was such a drama queen all the time which was getting progressively more funny as his actions mirrored the ones your literal child did. You continued feeding her porridge and fruit as Teddy finally gave in. You fed her slowly and patiently but persistent. You felt a little guilty though pushing so hard for her to eat. It was ironic trying to get your baby girl to eat her breakfast to grow strong and be healthy when you were currently skipping meals to get back to what once was. What was unfortunate was the likelihood of returning back to your body you had before a baby was slim, almost impossible. You could get fit, lose weight but the big changes, your hips, your boobs, things had changed that you couldn’t alter. You had thought you kept a pretty tight lid on your feelings about your body because Trent hated when you spoke negatively about yourself. You may have kept quiet but the thing was, you weren’t all that subtle with your actions. You thought he didn’t notice but he kept tabs on you all the time. He knew you struggled. You'd talked about it plenty of times and he wanted to make sure you were okay with out making you uncomfortable. So this morning as he drank a protein shake and your little girl devoured all her food. It wasn’t lost on him you sat at the table and only had a lemon water. Trent’s livelihood depended on his fitness. It stressed you out wondering what people would think about the way you looked now. When you looked in the mirror it felt like a different person. The anxiety was almost debilitating as you got ready for a home match at Anfield. Trent was ecstatic because you finally caved and decided that at 6 months you could probably bring Teddy to finally go see him play.

You got into your car with Teddy tucked in her car seat. She was in her red Liverpool jersey #66 with daddy on the back. She had on a sweat set (imagine this in red) with it and tiny white Nike trainers on. She looked really really cute. You didn’t really dress yourself with the same team spirit per se as you had dressed her. You’d been to too many games at this point. It was just one of many. You threw on a pair of dark jeans that were finally starting to fit you again, an oversized black Celine sweater that was Trent’s you stole with black Dior slingback heels and you guessed what was a topical red shearling bag from Khaite. You walked through the stadium keeping a low profile. No one else from the Alexander-Arnold family was going tonight so you didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention. Although it was particularly unhelpful that the spitting image of Trent in your arms would squeal and try to point at the walls anytime you walked past a massive image of him. You held Teddy in your arms outside the box overlooking the pitch.

“Is that daddy? Do you see dada?” You cooed sweet and she giggled just simply hearing about him. You attempted to point down to where Trent was warming up. Following his movements with your finger for her but you were pretty sure she couldn’t make out that it was him but it was still fun and cute to watch. Trent stopped his preparations momentarily to scan the stands for you. He found the box and combed through the people to find you and Teddy. He blew you a kiss and made a heart with his hands. You laughed and squeezed Teddy some more. “Say hi to dada, Ted. We’ll blow him a kiss, okay?” Helping her press her palm to her pout identical to his to blow him a kiss. “Good job, Teddy bear.” You praised her efforts. You blew him your own kiss. Andy came over to Trent on the pitch and threw his arm around his shoulder. You could see them yapping away you assumed about Teddy. Andy waved and so you did back. Having Teddy at the match was really special. This was a moment you and Trent always dreamed of.

When the final whistle blew you waited upstairs for Trent as you always did but this time you had company. It was fun and nice. You felt like you had made yourself a best friend and even though she couldn’t even talk yet. You just liked her company.

“I heard the real TAA is here tonight.” You heard Andy’s voice before you could see him. A few boys walked into the room. Trent obviously came first directly over to you. He planted a big kiss on your lips and then took Teddy to say hi to the other guys that came up with him.

“I think congratulations are in order. Go on, let’s see it.” Robbo pressed eager to see your new engagement ring. You stuck out your hand and wiggled your fingers to show it off. They oooo’d and ahhh’d teasing you and Trent all out of love.

“Thank you.” You smiled cheekily watching your fiancé walk to the big glass windows of the box with Teddy in his arms. He proudly pointed around the stadium telling her little things, the pitch, the goals.

“I wanna bring her down to the pitch.” Trent turned to you. You nodded. When you got down to the level Trent walked you out through the tunnel. You didn’t do this often so it was still a pretty cool experience for you. Trent didn’t bat an eye, it was old hat for him. You intertwined your hand with Trent’s as he carried Teddy out onto the pitch. He walked to the center and sat down with her on the perfectly cut and pristine grass.

“This is where daddy works. What do you think, baby? Maybe you can play here one day like me.” He babbled away as Teddy’s eyes lit watching his animated face explain to her how a corner kick works. Necessary information for your 6 month old. It was precious watching them. You stood a small distance away letting them have their moment but you were getting nervous she was cold after being outside for so long.

“T, can you zip her up please, I don’t want her to get chilly.” You cooed sweetly as Teddy cuddled close to Trent. He smiled and placed the back of his hand onto her chubby cheek trying to gage if she was. He looked at her little nose that was starting to run and he felt bad.

“Are you chilly, baby bear?” Trent cooed but she just giggled clumsily falling onto his chest nuzzling her face to his. “Okay, C’mere.” Trent picked her up some and zipped her tiny puffer coat and then unzipped the Nike tech he was in. He held her closer to his chest and zipped his jacket up over the two of them. “Much better now, hm?” He kissed her forehead. You stayed way to late at Anfield but Trent was happy. When it was getting closer to when Teddy usually went down for bed, you needed to call it a night and get home.

After her first match, Teddy definitely was able to put together that when you watched matches on TV it was daddy. When the cameras would pan to just Trent she would squeal and wiggle on your lap. She couldn’t talk yet but you felt like she was getting there making ‘da’ noises when she saw him. She finally was getting the ability to perceive music and toys. She’d hold the bear rattle Marcel got her for Christmas all day just shaking it and giggling. Every time he was over at your house he was gassed that it was her toy of choice to hold. You were so relieved she was a happy baby. It made you feel like you were doing an okay job. Her giggle acting as a confirmation. She was actively paying attention and responding to her name a bit more now too. It was amazing to watch something, a human, your baby, grow and learn.

You laid on the couch one late afternoon with Teddy cuddled up to you under a blanket watching a show on tv for her. She started to whine and you deduced that she was hungry or thirsty. You paused the show and suddenly she began to cry.

“What, Ted? What’s wrong.” You attempted to soothe her but laughed a little bit that when you hit play again for the show to resume she seemed to calm. You stood up with the show still playing on the telly, holding her to walk but she began to cry again. “Teddy, I can’t get you what you want if you won’t let me go and sorry, but you’re not big enough to sit on the couch without me, are you?” You giggled. You wiped away her tears and plopped yourself back down feeling defeated but determined to find a solution. Your solution was somewhere else in the house. You grabbed your phone and FaceTimed Trent. He was in the cinema watching god knows what. He answered assuming it was going to be you so his tone was slightly different than the one he had if he was speaking to Teddy.

“What do you…” he paused realizing it wasn’t just you. “Oh, wow. What did I do to deserve a call from the most beautiful girls in the world?” You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness and readjusted your hold of Teddy.

“We’re thirsty.” You said plain and simple but gave him no other context. Teddy sniffled with a tiny grin and her breathing began to slowed now that she was able to see Trent.

“Okay?” Trent was slightly confused. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, he just didn’t know or understand what he was being asked to do. He sat up a bit straighter in his chair.

“Teddy girl, do you need a baba?” You cooed looking at her. Again, she couldn’t talk but Trent picked up on what he was indirectly being asked to do now.

“I’m going to get it but just out of curiosity, why you couldn't?” He laughed. You paused the TV again and Teddy began to fuss pulling at your shirt. Her breathing getting shorter, tears welling. Trent nodded catching on that clearly Teddy was in a mood. “I see. Alright, I will be right there, baby bear.” A short while later he arrived, bottle in hand.

“I have a baba for a Ms. Teddy Alexander Arnold.” You heard Trent’s footsteps walk around the couch. Teddy’s eyes lit up seeing Trent come in. She grabbed eagerly for her bottle. “I don’t even get a thank you? Sheessshhh.” He dropped down on the seat next to you on the couch.

“Can you say thank you, dada? We love you so much. Takes such good care of us. Huh?” You rested your head onto Trent. He leaned back and kicked his feet up on the couch grabbing Teddy to lay on his chest with her bottle.

“Just like mummy, ya know? So needy for daddy.” Trent continued to babble to Teddy teasing you indirectly.

“Excuse me?” You laughed with feigned offense. You attempted to cuddle up into Trent but Teddy wasn’t having it. She let out grumpy ‘pah’ noises. She scrunched her nose. Your eyes widened, surprised by her response. “Sorry, okay. He’s all yours I guess.” You held your hands up in innocence. You pretended to be outwardly upset for Teddy to understand and see. You pouted your lips dramatically. The thing was that it actually did hurt your feelings a little. She loved being with Trent all the time lately. Why did she not want you there as well?

“Can mummy join, please? Have to share.” Trent cooed to her. He pulled you into him despite her protests. He kissed you on the lips and you would’ve thought she had gotten hurt or something. The way she yelped. She almost started to cry again, eyes watering, getting upset and annoyed you were kissing her dad. Her grubby little hands grabbing for Trent.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Daddy’s all yours. He was mine first just saying.” You playfully bit at one of her chubby legs dangling off Trent’s torso. “I’m gonna go start dinner for us.” You turned looking up at Trent.

“Yeah, alright. Thank you, baby.” Trent cooed, squeezing you to him once more to your daughters displeasure before you got up. About halfway to the kitchen you could hear her giggles start up again. You had thought they were a confirmation of you doing a good job but maybe you weren’t, maybe only Trent was. Insecurity getting the best of you, not even just the best, it was getting all of you.

“Wowwww mummmmy.” Trent had come home from training to find you in the kitchen bouncing Teddy on your hip. You turned your head to look at him unimpressed. As of late, you didn’t feel very great about yourself and certainly far from sexy.

“Please stop.” You rejected his compliment. He had come home in the late afternoon but you had plans to go out tonight. Dianne was going to take Teddy and the turnaround time you had was tight so you were getting a little stressed.

“You’ve been looking so good lately, honest.” He came up and held you from behind, placing tender kisses onto the most sensitive parts of your neck. You hummed. Even though you weren't feeling your sexiest Trent definitely knew just how to make you feel good.

“I am going to feed her then I have to go get ready, shower and all that before your mum comes over.” You turned in to Trent. Teddy grabbing onto his jumper excited he was finally back home.

“I can help you shower if you want.” He gave you a cheeky smile that was so pretty and very hard to resist but you couldn’t do that right now. You really had to hurry. Teddy had been attached to you all day preventing you from getting things you needed to do done.

“No, T.” You laughed. “Someone needs to watch this little bear. Been so fussy all day.” You handed her to him and to no surprise she was thrilled. “She literally cried every time I did anything but hold her.” It only made matters worse when you handed her to him she was calm, giggly, and happy. Of course, she'd behave for him. You hopped upstairs and jumped into the shower starting the process of getting ready. When you were finished you sat in your wardrobe and sighed. You felt like absolutely nothing looked good. Nothing fit right. Trent walked into your bedroom with Teddy swinging her around as they both laughed away. As envious as you were becoming about her attachment to him, you did really love to hear the sound of their combined giggles.

“Does this look okay? I just feel like my clothes don’t look right anymore or am I supposed to dress more like a mum?” you asked Trent as you gave him a twirl in a red rhinestone mini dress. It was almost see through. It had a draped neckline that usually you would love how your boobs looked in something like that but now after breastfeeding it just felt…wrong to do for some reason. It was unreasonable short when when you put on your heels. Everything was just off.

“Baby. This is fucking sexy trust me…” Trent slapped his hand over his mouth after he heard himself curse in front of Teddy. You laughed at his reaction. “I actually might need to leave the room before I get too excited. Your boobs look amazing, your legs look amazing. And let’s be real here… That face is just stunning. You could wear a paper bag and still be gorgeous.” You softly smiled appreciating his compliment and attempt to boost your confidence. Trent sat on the bed with Teddy playing while you finished getting ready. You could tell he had picked up on her favoritism lately but didn’t want to bring it up in case it mad you feel worse but he was trying though.

“Ted, doesn’t mummy look beautiful? You have the most pretty mummy.” he cooed while playing with her growing curls. You faked a smile knowing it was said with love, it just was confusing you that for some reason you were having to convince your own baby to like you. Dianne came over and Teddy cried as you left. It hurt you every time she was upset but it definitely was on your mind now wondering if she was upset you were leaving or because he was.

You came home later than expected and probably a little drunker than you anticipated too. You were passionately and messily making out practically before you could even make it into the house. You were all over each other. Trent was determined and when he had his mind set on something particularly when it came to matter like fucking you he was going to get his way. He pushed you up against the kitchen island raising the hem of your dress, creeping his big hands closer to where you wanted them. You moaned lost in the moment. He was trying to fuck in the your kitchen. He lifted you up from under your thighs and placed you on the cold marble surface.

“Oh my fucking god. You’re so sexy, baby” he groaned between messy kisses then beginning to work some down your neck. It occurred to you very quickly though the second you heard him that he was speaking fairly loud.

“T! T! Wait!” you yelped stifling a moan you wanted to let out, feeling his plump lips on your skin. “Your mum! Your mum. Hold on!” You pushed your palm against his chest trying to distance him from you. When he heard you mention his mum, things halted fast. He groaned, annoyed that you had a point. Embarrassingly, Dianne definitely must've heard you. She came down from upstairs with a cheeky smug smile on her face asking if you were having fun. She clearly heard. You knew she knew you two had sex. Hell, you had a baby together but you were still embarrassed. You said thank you and she headed out. Trent moved rapidly to your bedroom. You stopped in Teddy’s nursery first to check if she was still asleep, which she was soundly. You kissed her forehead and walked back to your room. You weren't exactly surprised when you came in and found Trentnt sat on your bed in only his boxers, cock tenting hard in them, leaning back on his arms, legs spread. You'd be lying if you said you weren't immediately turned on. You stood in front of him and slowly peeled the straps of your dress off your shoulders. You let the fabric drop to the floor leaving you in just a matching lacy set.

“C’mere right now.” Trent commanded you. You could see the fire and lust burning behind his stare. You pushed his chest with your palm laying him back on the bed. You straddled over him, casually grinding your wet covered core over his cock. You grabbed his one hand and dragged it over your bare stomach, around to your back and up to the clasp of your lace bralette. He unhooked it with ease, you tits bouncing out free from the material.

“Is this what you wanted downstairs?” You cooed seductively, getting yourself all excited for what was about to happen. In true form, Trent of course had to be just a tad annoying.

“Hey, hey, my daughters in the other room…” he teased acting as if this was all your idea, that he didnt start this whole thing, that he didnt want to fuck you right now. You huffed annoyed and stopped moving on top of him. He laughed a little and held your hips making sure you didn't get off him.

“Please daddy.” you whined slyly knowing he wouldn't be able to resist. You watched the teasing smirk he had drop almost instantaneously. A small smile grew on your face watching his reaction. You began rolling your hips again aching for the contact. You moaned when your clit rubbed against his bulge. Trent kept one hand on your hip guiding your movements but brought his other to cup your cheek then swiftly dragged his thumb across your lips. He slipped it into your mouth with ease. You sucked on it like you would his cock. He groaned when your eyes began to flutter closed with a sigh. You desperately sped up your movements grinding on top of him simultaneously swirling your tongue around his finger. He pulled it out and slipped his now wet fingers down through your folds. Suave as ever he dipped two of his fingers inside of you. You moaned blinking down at him begging without a word. He curled his fingers just the way you liked.

“Do you want more, baby? Tell me what you want me to do for you.” He cooed, enjoying his view of you falling apart on top of him just from his fingers. Your pussy clenched with a whine at the way he spoke to you. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Mmhhm, T. please, baby.” You hummed as you nodded. “I want you to fuck me, please. I want you to make me take your cock.” Your dirty words were enough to stop all the teasing. You both were completely naked in an instant. He smiled looking up at you in awe. Somehow if it was even possible he was harder than he was before. You helped him line his hard cock already leaking precum with your entrance. He groaned as you sank down on him taking his whole length. You threw your head back at the feeling of him finally inside of you.

“You look so sexy, right now, baby. Fuckkk. Look so sexy riding me, sexy taking my cock. You looked so fucking good tonight I needed this.” He ranted watching as you began to bounce on his cock.

“Ah fuck, T you feel so good.” you mewed as your body rocked back and forth on top of him. Your tits bouncing perfectly for him. He cheekily sucked and bit your nipples.

“Take my cock so well. Makes me wanna cum right now in this pretty pussy. Get you pregnant all over again.” His words set you off. You crumbled on top of him in a fit of cries. You fell onto his chest clinging to him as he hit a spot so deep inside you had no choice other than to fall into an earth shattering orgasm. Your pussy spasmed gushing messily onto his cock and abs.

“Holy shit. Oh my god, T.” you whined blissfully overstimulated as he thrusted deeper up into you rolling his hips leaving kisses all along your neck. He reached his hand down between your two sweaty bodies and began to rub your clit knowing he was getting close to his own release.

“That’s it. Be a good girl f’me. Just gimme one more. I’ll fill you up, baby. You want that?” you couldn't think straight anymore. You just moaned as he rubbed your clit in circular motions harder and faster. Your second orgasm washed over you as he simultaneously came inside of you, his hips stuttering and growing sloppier before he slowly came to a stop pumping you full of his cum just as he had promised he would. You got off of him onto wobbly legs collapsing on the bed next to him with your skin shiny, your heart racing, and his cum dripping down your thighs. Trent laughed a little looking at you with loving eyes.

“That was so good, T” you giggled leaning over on him. “I hope we didn't wake Ted.” you got nervous momentarily grabbing for the baby monitor to check. You were relieved to see her still fast asleep. It seemed obvious but you loved having sex with Trent it always put you in a great mood. You loved when he was in control of you but still sweet. It was just the best.

“It's always good.” he confirmed your review before he kissed your forehead and pulled you into his strong slightly sweaty body some more. “It’ll keep being good for the rest of your life. You’re locked into this now. Mrs. Alexander-Arnold.” he teased pinching at your cheek. You cleaned up and got ready for bed. Trent was out like a light fairly quickly. He was exhausted from training, your night out, then what followed when you got home. You were tired as well but your mind was running a mile a minute. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had a Pinterest board for years building what your ideal wedding would look like. You started to piece together though more real ideas that fit your current taste and factoring what would be reflective of your relationship with Trent. You scrolled on your phone looking at the all the images you’d saved and that’s when it hit you. Trent’s words ringing in your head again and again. ‘Mrs. Alexander-Arnold’ Trent’s surname was so important to him. The whole TAA thing was almost like a brand and you understood that. You had dreamed probably before you even met him of becoming Y/N Alexander-Arnold. It just was so real now as you looked down at your ring finger and over at the man who gave it to you. You typed out your new name to really see it. In a strange way it made you sad. Like it wasn't really your name. You wanted to take his surname and had planned on it but as it got later and later into the night you just felt like there had been so much change happening in your life, so much was new, so much was giving you anxiety. You had moved countries, you got a house, you had a baby, your body looked so different, you were engaged, and now you weren't even sure your baby liked you. That's a stretch you knew she did but her obsession and preference for Trent was starting to really upset you. All of this was so overwhelming. You weren't you. You weren't exactly the most secure or confident person before all of these things had happened but now you felt less like yourself than ever. You could feel a lump growing in your throat, tears building. Not only were you experiencing severe anxiety you felt so guilty about it all. All of these things were exciting and happy. And you were happy about each and every one of them. You had never loved your life more… then why was this so difficult? You couldn't help it or hold back the tears anymore. You started to cry attempting to be quiet. You rolled over to face away from Trent. He was asleep but not deep enough to miss the sound of your short breaths and sniffles. Your body shaking lightly. He hugged you from behind pulling you into him.

“Baby, what’s wrong. Are you okay?” he whispered resting his chin onto your shoulder. The stubble from his facial hair tickling your bare skin.

“I don’t know. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll go downstairs. I’m sorry.” you apologized feeling bad you woke him up.

“No you won't. You’re gonna stay right here with me. C’mere.” he hugged you tighter, kissing your cheek. “Do you want to talk about what's going on or do you just want me to hold you until you feel up for it?” He asked patiently and lovingly. It made you feel worse he was being so sweet.

“No, it's stupid anyways. I’m sorry.” you apologized again nuzzling your face against his. Your tears were still running down your cheeks now getting on him.

“It's not stupid if it’s making you upset. I don't like when you're upset, baby. I got you, alright? Whatever’s going on we can work on it together. I’ll take care of you. Promise” he wiped your tear stained cheeks with his thumb.

“Maybe tomorrow or something. Thank you for being here, T. I love you so much” You felt much calmer in his arms but it didn't exactly fix any of your worries.

“I love you more than I can even put into words. I’m always here for you… forever.” he kissed your cheek again. He nestled his head into the nape of your neck and closed his eyes holding you securely. “Not going anywhere so if you want to talk or you need me, you got me.” he cooed. You let him doze off. He was tired, you were tired, you both needed sleep and you needed time to figure out how you would even articulate what you were feeling to him. Maybe tomorrow.

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I was pleasantly surprised to see Trent’s return at the start of the episode, because his ending struck me as a definitive one. Were you also surprised to have a bigger role this season? I found out that Trent would be featuring more in season three in between seasons one and two. You see, I had a really interesting thing happen with this role. After I finished my very first scene in the first season, I was walking through the car park and Jason stopped me and said, “Hey, it’s really good to have you onboard. I love what you’re doing with Trent.” And we had a three-minute conversation that changed the course of my career and Trent’s life.

Well, now I have to hear about this conversation. I said to him that I felt the reason Trent was the way he was has to do with his father. He had a dad who really wanted him to be a manly man and be sporty, but Trent wasn’t that guy. So he hit the library and donned intellect as his shield and armor. Jason was looking at me sort of mystified, and he said, “Hey, I’m going to tell you something. This whole show is about bad dads.” And I said, “Really?” And he said, “Yeah. The reason Ted is the way he is is because his father committed suicide and he decided to embrace life and adopt that positive attitude.” And I was like, “Oh, wow. Well, this is really resonating with Trent as well.” And then I said, “I think he’s bored of sports journalism. There’s more in there. He’s not living the life he wants to live.” Jason just nodded and went, “Okay, yeah, great.” And that was it. It sparked something that was maybe already in Jason and it certainly fanned the flames for what’s going to happen in season three.

There’s a moment in the season-one episode “Trent Crimm: The Independent” when Trent is tasked with basically eviscerating Ted in the press. Of course, that’s not what happens at all because he realizes he’s dealing with somebody quite special and unique. During that scene in the Indian restaurant, Ted says something that blows Trent’s heart open: “It’s not about the winning and losing, it’s about these boys becoming the best versions of themselves both on and off the pitch, and it ain’t always easy, especially if they’ve had a tough childhood.” That spoke directly to me with Trent’s backstory. As a boy, he’d always wanted to hear something like that. He’s now looking at this extraordinary father figure, which really does change Trent’s perspective and sends him on a journey in the background.

[please click on the link for more of the interview, including the fact that Lance did in fact flinch like a motherfucker every time Roy yelled at him]

#ted lasso #trent crimm #mcLOSING IT #JAMES LANCE LITERALLY CHARMING HIS WAY INTO A BIGGER ROLE #also the daddy issues #just - chef's kiss #I just need to go lie down this whole article is a lot #trent crimm: independent of the independent #believe mothereffers

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧

Trent Alexander Arnold x reader

Instagram Au

Notes: This is the first social media Au's I've made and it was a lot of fun, though I'll admit it took a lot longer than it should. Don't know about this to be honest

All photos are from instagram or pinterest

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hi do you have any music recs for somebody who's trapped in the industrial rock/metal (kmfdm, nin, etc) cycle and wants to explore more lesser known and weird industrial artists?

Yesssss of course! I’ll try to list some artists I think would directly interest you based on your liking industrial rock. Hopefully this isn’t too much, for each band I’ll link a song from an album I’d recommend starting with :) I’m also not sure how much you know BEYOND the two bands you listed so if these are really obvious and you already know them I’m sorry 😭🙏

My immediate biased answer right now is Foetus because I’ve been obsessed recently. If you like the rock elements of industrial rock I genuinely think Foetus is perfectly accessible but he’s also so deranged and theatrical. Raymond Watts of KMFDM would collaborate with him and honestly once you get into Foetus you realize how much of Raymond’s early stuff is just directly taking inspo lol. Check out the album Nail.

I don’t know from the list you gave if you listen to Skinny Puppy or not, if you don’t you definitely should though. Incredibly important to the formation of what would become industrial rock and also my favorite band of all time. Trent even directly sampled the Skuppy song “Dig It” for “Down In It.” I’d specifically recommend checking out The Process (the most industrial rock of their discography) or Rabies (the most metal—they collaborated with Al Jourgensen of Ministry for it!) to start in your case.

The cool thing with industrial is so many of the older bands are all connected once you go back a bit, so if you find yourself liking a certain artist you can start exploring who they’ve worked with and a whole world of music opens up to you. Two early Skinny Puppy collaborators are The Legendary Pink Dots and Severed Heads. Both of those are also all time favorites and they can really shift your sense of what industrial music is and means because they sound very different from what industrial would become over time. Both formed between 1979-1980. Two favorites from them (off albums that I think are the best starting points!):

Going back a bit further, for the early pioneers I think you’d enjoy Einstürzende Neubauten and Cabaret Voltaire. Both of them were involved from the very beginning of the development of the genre and everything that came after them is in part thanks to them (as well as the other pioneers, but I’m trying not to overwhelm and I think these guys are really good starting points). You can really hear their influence if you trace the progression of the genre from them to the bands they worked with. Start with Neubauten’s Haus Der Lüge since that’s their most well known, & I’d say Cabaret Voltaire’s Code is a good balance between their very experimental early stuff and their most synthpop later stuff.

Of course I do think it’s worth checking out Throbbing Gristle if you haven’t. They’re the OG OGs that actually named the genre and everything. They are significantly less accessible and might not as quickly be your thing but imo they are worth knowing about so you can really hear where it all comes from. Maybe this is just my own preference but I feel like going back through the history and watching the progression and evolution of all of this was a huge part of what made me fully fall in love with the industrial genre and all of its weirdness. It made it feel like such a full and lively subculture of so many different people taking direct inspiration from each other over the years. Coil and SPK as well.

(SPK has very little on Spotify so a Bandcamp link it’ll be, and I’d recommend starting with Coil’s Horse Rotorvator which is not on Spotify but IS on YouTube, though one of the songs IS on Spotify…. lol)

What I basically gave you is a very very quick descent from 90s industrial rock to the beginning of the genre, obviously give or take a couple hundred bands lmao. I guess to me the best thing to do when you’re looking into these genres is to get deeper into the history of ‘em. There’s nothing wrong with preferring bands like NIN or KMFDM to bands like SPK and Throbbing Gristle, but I think it can really deepen your relationship to the former to at least know about the latter and what they sounded like and were doing.

I’m out of song links I’m allowed for a single post but I’ll also share a handful of other bands you can check out:

Nocturnal Emissions (start with Viral Shedding)

Fad Gadget (start with Fireside Favorites; Tovey was influential for both industrial and goth!)

Babyland (I’ve just recently been listening to them more, check out You Suck Crap)

Lead Into Gold (the solo project of Ministry’s Paul Barker, extremely good both old and new material, check out The Sun Behind the Sun)

If you haven’t yet just in general check out Wax Trax! Records because NIN and KMFDM were directly working with all those guys and that label put out some of the greatest music of all time. Ministry I assume you know if you like industrial metal but you gotta listen through Ministry’s discography starting from Twitch to Filth Pig, Revolting Cocks’ first two albums, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, Front 242, Nitzer Ebb, Die Warzau, they’re not actually Wax Trax! but Electric Hellfire Club… etc. That’s obviously a lot of names and might be a bit more overwhelming but just starting with one and going thru who each band member has worked with will open up a MASSIVE world of music.

Umm or disregard all that and if you truly want weird music just listen to Caroliner.

^picture of their stageshow

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hiii could i please request you write something about jealous freddie? either he sees reader being close with a teammate or one is flirting with her? (maybe mace?) w smut…? 👀 pretty please? 🥺

ohhh, nonny...this is just diabolical.

hope you like some toxicity.

WARNING: smut under the cut.

OF PRYING TEAMMATES AND JEALOUS BOYFRIENDS

“You’re fucking him.”

Your boyfriend’s voice rang in your ears as you paced around his living room, fingers massaging your temples. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re fucking him,” he repeated, adding extra emphasis just to prove his point. His tone cut through you like a knife. It was another baseless accusation from him, and you couldn’t pinpoint why he kept doing it to save your life. Why didn’t he trust you? You gave him no reason to think you’d do that to him. You loved him.

“I’m not fucking anyone, Trent,” you folded your arms, “and especially not your teammate. I’ve been helping him with his finances — which I told you about — and that was that. I don’t have feelings for him, and I sure as hell have no interest in swapping spit with him.”

Trent sighed deeply and mirrored your pose. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten jealous, and from the looks of it, it wouldn’t be the last. Oftentimes when you looked at him, all you could see was someone foreign to you. He was like a shell of himself. It was as if the man you met all those months ago had vanished. Perhaps he had, because you slowly felt him slipping away, and you couldn’t stop it no matter how hard you tried.

You were hurt.

“You don’t believe me,” you finally stated. “You think I’m cheating on you with Mason. You actually think I’d do that to you.” A tear rolled down your cheek and you lifted a shaky hand to wipe it away. You wanted to keep your composure, but you knew it would be near impossible if this kept going the way it was. The inevitable end to this argument was coming, and that was exactly what you feared.

“The guy undresses you with his eyes every time he’s within five feet of you. You don’t think I’ve noticed that?”

“Trent, that doesn’t mean I reciprocate!”

“You haven’t made an effort to stop him, have you?” His tone was bitter, but his words came from somewhere else. Somewhere inside, he was hurting, and like always, he was covering it up with anger. This wasn’t new to you, and it’s why you’ve stayed with him. You were certain that it was something you could work through, to break through his exterior piece by piece, but with each passing day, it seemed to be a harder and harder task. “Or have I missed something?”

You swallowed. “You’d still be jealous all the same. We’d still be here, and we’d still be arguing. And it’s not like you’ve said anything to him, either. It doesn’t make any difference, don’t you get that?”

“You think it’s easy being a thousand miles away all the damn time, and when I finally get to see you, this is what I always deal with?”

Of anything he could have said, that was a contender for the worst. He knew your struggle, and he knew how difficult the distance between you was. It put a strain on your relationship long before this. You were beginning to fear that some of its damage couldn’t be repaired.

“Are you fucking serious?” you shouted back, allowing another stray tear to fall. You wanted him to see your pain and anger. You wanted him to know what he was doing to you, because maybe, just maybe, he would begin to understand how you felt. “You know how hard it’s been for me to gather up the money to visit you. You know I’ve been working day in and day out, and this is the thanks I get? I spend my hard-earned money to travel halfway across the country to see you, and that’s what I’m met with. A cheating accusation and our distance thrown in my face? Fuck that.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you continued, finally getting this off your chest. “I’m sick of feeling useless and isolated. I’m sick of being treated like some whore that can’t keep her eyes and hands off of other men when all I’ve ever done is support you!”

“So what are you saying, then?” he asked. “It’s over? We’re done?”

“Is that what you want this to be?”

He didn’t reply. That was all you needed.

“Fuck you, Trent.”

You walked out, bags in hand, and left him alone with his thoughts in his living room. The tears you held back finally surfaced and ran down your cheeks, melting your makeup. You didn’t care, however, as you piled your things into a taxi cab and headed back to the airport, where you were supposed to be hours later.

You were supposed to get breakfast with Trent before you left for home again. You were supposed to let him properly send you off and leave you with a soft kiss on the head like he always did, one that you would carry with you for the whole flight as you watched Boston disappear from under you.

But instead, you sat alone in the back of a cab, patting your cheeks down with an old tissue and hoping the mascara stains wouldn’t run too deep.

- - -

Time passed slowly. You buried yourself in your work to try and eliminate at least some of the pain. Although you could keep it from most, the ones closest to you knew that it was all an act. You were hurting; there was no denying that. When the effect inevitably wore off, it all crashed harder on you. This was the man you loved so dearly for two years of your life, and now there was a hole in your heart that was shaped just like him.

Mason didn’t make things any easier. You had to keep contacting him, and you were always so sure that nothing was going to come of it. He was known as such a respectable person, so why would Trent be right? It’s not like any of his other claims had something to back them up. He wouldn’t do anything, you were sure of it.

You were wrong.

“I mean, did I seriously do something so bad?” you asked him as you sat on his couch. You had to go to Boston for work and some of the guys found out and stopped by your hotel to visit, one of them being Mason. You went over some minor details with his bills while he was there and quickly got off-topic. You strayed off in conversation after getting a little bored, and there you were, spilling all of your problems to him. “I never did anything to make him think I’d cheat.”

“You didn’t,” he reassured you, nodding his head. “He’s a dick. You deserve better.”

“He’s your teammate, Mason. You don’t have to dog on him,” you shook your head back. “We could have worked it out but I stormed off. I’m part of the problem.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, and you jumped. “You don’t need him.”

What was he doing?

You kept quiet — out of shock or fear, you weren’t sure — and he took your silence as a cue to move his hand up your leg. You froze. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, and you couldn’t find the words to dismiss him. This wasn’t what you wanted. It was never what you wanted. This was his fault, and you were always too blind to see it. Trent was right. He did want you. But you didn’t want him. You finally came to your senses when he forced his lips on yours, so smug that you could feel how cocky he was. You shoved him back with all of the strength you had and stood up.

You screamed. You cried. You kicked him out.

You never wanted to see him again.

Your trembling hands picked up the phone and dialed Trent’s number, only to no avail. Missed call after missed call, a pit in your stomach formed. He didn’t want to talk to you anymore, and the only person to blame was yourself. If you had stayed that night, everything would have been okay. It was always okay. Now, it was over. Everything you worked for in the past two years was gone.

Until you heard a knock on your hotel room’s door. You assumed it was Mason again and told him to go away, but it was persistent. They kept knocking and ignored your pleas. Whoever was on the other side wasn’t him; you could feel it through the desperation of the knocks and the energy seeping through the door. So you opened it.

Of course, it was him.

You threw your arms around Trent and all but sobbed into his chest. Everything you thought was over turned out to be on its way back to you the whole time. You were stupid to think he’d ever let you get away that easily. You thought you lost him because of some idiot who happened to be his teammate. You weren’t going to let him go again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered into your hair. “You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m a dick.”

“You were right.”

“What?”

“He was coming onto me. I was too stupid to see it, so I never said anything, and I,” you shook your head, and a tear fell, “I paid the price. That asshole just tried to kiss me.”

“I’ll kill him,” his eyes were dark. “I’ll fucking kill him. Is he still here?”

“No,” you vigorously shook your head. “He’s gone. I threw him out. That’s why I was calling you. I needed to apologize, and—”

“—no apologizing. You did nothing wrong.” He pulled back and looked down at you, eyes glazing over your body. He leaned over and kissed the side of your head, lips lingering just centimeters away from your skin. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I missed you.”

You kissed him, hard. He returned it fervently and tugged your body against his. You tilted your head and parted your lips, allowing him to roll his tongue along yours. He was so eager to taste you again after what felt like years, and you could feel it. He needed you, and you never again wondered what it would feel like to have a man be desperate for you.

“Missed you, too,” you finally mumbled against his lips.

He hoisted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers dug into the underside of your thighs, and you suppressed a moan. As you swiftly removed your shirt, he walked to the couch where you were not long before and sat down with you in his lap. You ground against him, trying to release some tension but only creating more. He groaned.

“Did he sit here?” he asked, hands traveling up your sides. You nodded. The pads of his fingers brushed along your bare skin that dripped with sweat from the fireplace lit just across from your spot on the couch. Sick of the growing heat between the fireplace and your bodies, he tore his shirt off and tossed it to the side with yours. “He’s a loser.”

“I—I know.”

You gasped when his fingers dipped into your loose pants and rubbed between your legs, only covered by a thin layer of fabric. You moaned, palm fastened on his shoulder for stability as your hips rolled against his fingers. You wanted more. He knew that. He wouldn’t give it to you until he was sure he was the only thought in your pretty little head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. His fingers pulled the fabric aside, now damp from the arousal that pooled beneath it. He grinned as he dragged them along the skin, thoroughly coating them. They would’ve glistened had they been exposed to light. “He wishes he could have you like this,” he referred to the wetness between your legs, knowing it was all for him.

Your breath hitched and you nodded, pushing your hips forward as you tried to chase his fingers. You couldn’t get the pressure you needed.

“He’ll never get to see you like this,” he added, “right?”

“Right,” you half-whined, and he finally pushed his fingers inside.

You groaned as he moved them in a push-pull motion, slick with your arousal as they glided in and out. His free hand gripped your waist and kept you in place, legs tight around him. His eyes watched you, so reactive to his touch, and he couldn’t get enough.

“That’s right,” he whispered and leaned in, slotting his lips with yours again. He swallowed your moans, which he loved and would often tell you to let him hear, but this time he didn’t need to. He opted to feel them as they reverberated in his mouth, how ridiculously needy you were for him.

Your hands tangled in his chestnut hair as you felt yourself getting closer. Your hips rolled into him again and again, matching his rhythm and helping him bring you there. He sped up when he felt your walls constricting around him. He curled his fingers just slightly and kept pushing them in until they finally reached where you needed them to, repeatedly hitting just the right spot.

With a weak groan, you came, burying your face in his shoulder as you rode out your high. The hand on your waist kept you up, your body already weak from the release of its pent-up tension. Droplets of thick, white liquid dripped down his fingers, but he didn’t stop moving them until he was sure you were finished. He pulled them out tantalizingly slow, letting you feel every inch until they were in front of his face. You watched as he cleaned them off with a satisfied hum.

His hand cupped your cheek and pulled you down to kiss you gently. This was different than before. Rather than something of possessiveness, it was an apology. He needed you to know that he was still there; the man you fell in love with. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He just made you fall apart in his arms, yet you already wanted more.

“Move in with me,” he mumbled against your mouth, and you froze, pulling back.

“What?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

You swallowed, “But what about my job, and my family…and…”

“I found places in Boston,” he cut you off. “We can talk to them. Work something out.” The serious look in his eyes as he spoke to you was unmistakable. He wanted this with you (so badly that he even planned on making a whole deal of asking you, but he couldn’t wait any longer). “We can always visit and call home. I do it all the time. We can make it work. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” he smiled, holding your waist.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’ll move in.”

His smile grew and he pulled you into him, burying his face in your neck. His hand stroked your hair gently, and he planted a kiss on the back of your head. “I’m so sorry about everything,” he kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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