#trent alexander Arnold smut

[cinnaleaf]

ESSENCE OF US - CH 14: HEARTBREAK ANNIVERSARY*

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | CH 13 | MASTERLIST | CH 15 [soon]

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: drama, angst, fluff, smut, language, short smau, [redacted] wc: ~10.9k (sry lol) song inspo: Sweetness x Elmiene ft. Leon Thomas (fav song rn! so underrated) 💌: heavens gates are closed for me full stop no comma

“You’re gonna bite right through the pen cap if you keep chewing on it” Trent teased, breaking through the silence in the car. He glanced at you from the driver’s seat with his eyes crinkling in the corners as he caught you with the pen cap clutched between your teeth. You quickly pulled the cap from your mouth and held it tightly in your hand instead.

“Sorry..” you muttered, embarrassed. “I just..ugh. This whole thing feels weird. I just wanna do the creative stuff, y’know?” You glanced down at the folder in your lap. “This other stuff is...just not for me.”

Trent quietly chuckled as the soft pops of his gum filled the space between his words. “You sound like me when I’ve got media duties. ‘I just wanna play football’” he mimicked in an imitated complaining tone.

You slumped back into the passenger seat with your eyes drifting back to the folder on your lap like it was a ticking time bomb. “I just hate that I have to do this..” you admitted quietly. “It’s not like I don’t trust them but..” you trailed off, staring at the window while the car moved through the passing streets. 

“Baby,” Trent spoke softly, cutting through your thoughts. He moved his hand from the gear shift to rest it above your knee. “You’re not doing this because you don’t trust them. It’s just to protect what’s yours, yeah? There’s a difference.”

You nodded, gnawing at the inside of your cheek. “NDAs just feel so corporate. Like.. ‘Hi, welcome back to work. Here’s some legally binding paperwork to remind you not to gossip and spill any of my secrets.’ It makes me look like a snob, right?”

Trent laughed and shook his head. “Nah, it doesn’t. It makes you look like someone who built something amazing from scratch and doesn’t want it wrecked by somebody running their mouth. If they have any sense then they’ll sign the paper without a fuss.”

“Maybe” you sighed, still staring at the folder that held the paperwork. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have for something that was light enough to blow away with the wind. “It’s not just about the store though... it’s everything. My life, my family...you. And if they’re leaking stuff…”

Trent gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, sensing your spiralling thoughts. “And that’s exactly why you’re doing this. If Ziggy didn’t catch them it could be way worse by now. First it’s believable rumours, then it’s ‘Trent’s secret baby mum spotted in Liverpool.’”

You snapped your neck at him, eyeing him with annoyance. “Out of all the things to come out of your mouth...why would you say that? That’s not even funny Trent..I’m sure there are girls lining up for that opportunity.”

“I’m just saying,” he added, laughing softly. “Better to nip it now than deal with stuff like that later. It’s not like you’re firing them or anything. You’re being smart about your business.”

Maybe he was right, but that didn’t stop the feeling of your stomach twisting from anxiety. You tilted your head back, staring at the roof of the car like it could give you some sort of divine intervention to avoid this whole mess. “This is going to be so awkward..” you groaned with your dread evident. 

Your thoughts drifted to your assistants who had become such a big part of daily life at Les Notes d’Amour. Tara always had an infectious energy that made the store feel a little brighter. She was bubbly, and sometimes way too chatty for her own good. It wasn’t hard to picture a LFC loving uni student spilling something to someone without realizing how far it could spiral, whether it was accidentally or not. Ember was the complete opposite of Tara, and was often sharp, calm, and systematic. Her precision was one of the reasons you hired her in the first place. It was always like she was two steps ahead of everyone else, and you liked that since you were an overthinker. You knew you could always count on her to get things done while you were away. She didn’t seem like the gossiping type, but you didn’t really know much about either of them outside of Les Notes.

“Maybe I should’ve done this when Camille mentioned it” you quietly acknowledged as the storefront came into view. “Or maybe I should’ve just let her dad handle the hiring process. That would’ve saved me from this headache.”

Trent steered into a parking spot in front of the shop and cut the engine. “Nah. It’s better coming from you. Your store, your rules.”

His optimism was appreciated, but your mind was already racing as you wondered how the conversation could go. Would Tara burst into tears and make it more awkward than it already was going to be? Would Ember cross her arms and roll her eyes over something so trivial? Or even worse, would one of them get offended enough to quit on the spot?

You chewed on your lip, staring at the folder as if it could detonate at any second. You didn’t know what to expect, despite trying to come up with every possibility in your head. The uncertainty was the worst part of it. They weren’t just assistants anymore; Tara and Ember were an essential part of your business now. The thought of finding someone else to fit into your carefully built world felt exhausting if they took this upcoming conversation the wrong way.

“I don’t know if they’re going to take it well…” you trailed off, not wanting to open the car door and go inside.

Trent leaned over and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. His fingers brushed against your arm as he spoke softly. “You’re overthinking it baby,” he said. “It’s just to protect yourself and what’s yours.”

You nodded, but the thought of Tara breaking into tears or Ember giving you the cold shoulder made the knot in your stomach tighten. You were supposed to be teaching them how to make batches of Rêveur today, but the little folder in your lap could completely derail your plans for the day. With a sigh, you stared at the Les Notes d’Amour gold lettered sign through the car’s window before stepping out of the car, gripping the folder tightly against your chest. Trent followed a few steps behind you, giving you the space you needed to handle things on your own. When you walked toward the store, you could hear the faint sound of humming coming from inside. The sound of Tara’s bubbly energy already made you feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. It really wasn’t that all that deep, but in your mind it felt like the world was about to crumble beneath you.

The door jingled as you stepped inside and Tara stood at the counter, arranging a set of fragrances into neat rows, her glasses slipped down her nose slightly from the concentration. She glanced up when she heard the door and her face lit up with her usual bouncy enthusiasm. 

“Oh! Hi, Y/N! Morning, Trent!” she chirped. “You’re early today!”

Ember was across the room, sorting through email requests for custom fragrances. She glanced over briefly, nodding in acknowledgement. “Morning” she said in her usual direct tone before returning back to her task.

Trent nudged your shoulder gently before wandering toward your workstation. He picked up a few of your scent vials and held them to the light, inspecting them like they were a puzzle he was trying to solve. He opened one and gave it a sniff, frowning curiously as if he was mentally cataloguing the notes of each vial. A boutique filled with delicate glass and the constant hum of creativity wasn’t his world, but somehow he fit in perfectly. It comforted you, even if the pressure of the conversation ahead felt heavier than ever.

“Tara. Ember..” you said, clearing your throat awkwardly as you gestured toward your office in the back. “Can we talk for a few minutes?”

Tara immediately froze with her hands hovering over a glass bottle. “Oh.. yeah, of course! Is everything okay?” Her voice was chipper, but you could sense the nervousness creeping into her tone. Ember pushed back her chair and stood up with her usual composure. “Sure,” she said simply, but her gaze flicked between you and the folder in your hands before she followed Tara to the back. You caught Trent’s eye as you passed him and he gave you an encouraging smile.

“You got this baby” he mouthed before turning his attention back to the vials.

The air felt suffocating as the three of you settled into your office. Tara sat down immediately and folded her hands nervously in her lap, while Ember leaned into her chair with her arms crossed. She had an unreadable, but not unfriendly expression. You set the folder down on the desk and took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say while both girls stared back at you.

“Sooo. Umm..” you began in a shaky voice. Your hands were clenched together in your lap as you tried to will yourself to stay calm. “First off..I just wanted to say how much I appreciate both of you and everything you do. Both of you are an important part of this place. I mean that.”

Tara smiled nervously and Ember tilted her head, studying you like she was waiting for you to get to the point. 

“But..” you continued in a hesitant voice. “Something happened recently. There’s been some information about me that’s been leaked online these last couple of months. Nothing huge..but enough to make me feel like I should probably set some boundaries..okay?”

Tara’s nervous smile disappeared as she fidgeted with the bottom hem of her top. “I– I swear I didn’t mean for anything to happen.” she stammered in a trembling voice. “I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time! I never wanted to hurt you or anything. I’m so sorry.”

Ember glanced at the folder in front of you, curiously. “What kind of boundaries are we talking about?” she asked in a calm but direct tone.

You opened the folder and slid two copies of the NDAs across the smooth surface of the desk. “It’s not about anything specific, really” you said, trying to sound as neutral as you could be, even if you were kind of lying.

“It’s more about making sure everything that happens here stays here. I just need to know we’re all on the same page and that anything you hear or see working here doesn’t leave these walls.”

Tara’s eyes darted to the papers in front of her and then back at you. “Oh my god. This is because you’re pregnant isn’t it?” she blurted out. “I only mentioned it in my group chat! One of my friends messaged SpillTheBeans after I said not to. I really didn’t mean for it to –”

“Tara I’m not pregnant” you cut her off with an awkward laugh, trying to diffuse the tension. “The only baby I have is this place. Which is why I need you to sign this paper.” You pulled out a pen, tapping the ballpoint against the signature line. “Just sign here and we’ll be good.”

Tara’s eyes went wide as she bolted upright in the chair. “Oh my god, I thought I was getting fired!” she blurted out, clutching her chest like the words were exhausting her. “I’ve been waiting for it to happen for days. I even texted my mum and asked her if I could move back in…she said no, by the way!”

Her rambling spilled out so fast you could hardly keep up. Even Ember gave her a side eye.

“What? I’m not…no. You’re not fired Tara” you reassured, trying to keep your tone calm despite her dramatics. “It’s not that serious. We can just move forward from it, okay? Just don’t let it happen again.”

Tara reached for the pen so fast she almost knocked it off the desk. “Yeah, sure! I’ll sign whatever you want girl!” she exclaimed while scribbling her name on the line. “You could tell me you’re actually secretly dating Jude Bellingham right now and I’d take it to my grave.”

“Um, no. That’s definitely not happening” you replied, trying not to laugh at the thought of you dating Jude in some twisted alternate reality. 

Ember leaned forward next when Tara handed her the pen but her movements were slower. She picked up the pen and twirled it between her fingers to read through the paperwork before signing her name. “Yup. Seems fair” she replied plainly, sliding the paper back toward you. When you reached to pick it up, Ember’s phone vibrated against the desk surface. She snatched the phone quickly, trying to silence the buzzing noise.

“Sorry. Just my boyfriend making dinner plans,” she muttered before placing her phone into her pocket.

“Okay...I’m not that strict, Ember. I don’t care if you use your phone.”

Ember shrugged and brushed her fingers against her pocket to make sure her phone was tucked away. “He’s just.. really big on planning. Always wants everything figured out ahead of time.”

You smiled to try and lighten the mood. “Oh! He’s like me then? I always need to plan for everything.”

“Yeah something like that.”

Tara leaned forward to chime in eagerly. “My boyfriend is the total opposite. He’ll text and ask to grab a drink and then suddenly it’s a whole night out. Spontaneous dates are the best though!”

Tara was a yapper. You didn’t know why she was suddenly oversharing. Maybe it was to compensate for leaking rumours about you, but either way, your eyes were glazing over from her talking so much.

“Oh! Since we’re all booed up, we should do a triple date sometime!” she added, looking between you and Ember with excitement evident.

You raised your eyebrow and gave her a deadpan look that made her backpedal immediately. “Okay..okay. Too soon. Got it!”

“Very” you replied while laughing and shaking your head. “But speaking of planning things out…Trent and I are going away for a bit so I need to make sure everything’s running smoothly while I’m gone.”

“Oohh, it’s giving holiday vibes” Tara chirped with a smile. “Where are you going? Somewhere boujee like Dubai I bet. Be careful though. I heard the girlies go there to–”

“Yeah, no. Dubai’s not on the list. Definitely somewhere sunny though” you smiled back, keeping it vague because the last thing you needed was people leaking your location, even if you did just make them sign an NDA. “We just need some time to recharge for our anniversary. That’s why I’m gonna teach you how to make Rêveur today.”

Tara clapped her hands together excitedly while Ember scribbled down things in her notebook. “Finally! I’ve been dying to learn. It’ll be so fun to say I helped make Rêveur. Iconic.”

“Uh, yeah...fun. We have to get everything exactly the same every single time though. No shortcuts. If one thing goes wrong the batch will be ruined and people will notice, trust.” 

Ember glanced up from her notebook with her pen mid air. “No pressure or anything, right?” she laughed. “Is there anything specific we should know?”

“Not trying to scare you,” you began with a reassuring smile. “But the oils can burn if you’re not careful so just keep an eye on them, okay? It’ll turn the whole batch rancid and you don’t want to smell that.”

Ember moved her pen across the paper, noting everything down with focus. “What’s the safe range?”

“Maybe 70 or 80 degrees” you recited, getting into your own element. “Anything higher and it’ll burn. Anything lower and it’ll separate. Just don’t turn the heat off completely unless it gets really out of hand.”

Tara was listening with wide eyes, but she looked confused as hell. “Wait..do we just..guess if it’s too hot or not? This is exactly why I switched my major to public relations. I’m more of a vibe person.”

“That...definitely explains a lot honestly” you joked. She cringed, catching your shade about the leaks. “Just follow Ember’s lead. She seems like she’ll be good at this.”

Just as you led them to the other room to start, Trent casually strolled in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips to which Tara let out a dramatic ‘aww’.

“So cute,” she cooed.

Trent leaned in close to your ear, whispering. “Fancy a train ride after this?” He pulled out his phone, showing the date at the top of his home screen, which featured a photo of your smiling face. 

“Maybe” you dragged the word out, trying to push him away from you because he was starting to distract you. “Go stand over there T. Every time you distract me I mess something up. Move.”

“Damn” Trent drawled, stepping back with a grin with his hands up in defeat. “Didn’t know I was a hazard.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back, refocusing your attention on the task before you. “Okay!” you said, clasping your hands together while looking at Tara and Ember, who were now watching you closely. “Starting with the base note blend…”

Both girls nodded as you continued to speak. Ember jotted something down in her notebook and Tara leaned in, determined to follow along closely and learn despite her initial confusion earlier. You grabbed the first vial and smiled to yourself.

After this, I can really relax. Seriously this time.

The lesson went a lot smoother than you expected. Ember was quick to learn and caught on easily. Tara was a little slower but seemed to be enjoying herself and asking questions to make sure she understood correctly. You had original apprehension, but everything felt like it was under control this time. Once everything was cleaned up and instructions were finalized, you dismissed your assistants for the day. Tara waved with enthusiasm and promised to remember everything she learned. Ember gave you a quick nod and smile before heading out as she typed away on her phone and disappeared through the door.

An hour later, you and Trent pulled up to an area that looked nothing like Lime Street.

“T…I thought you said we were going on the train?” you asked inquisitively. “This is just a building. I’m confused.”

Trent looked smug as he parked the car. “I said train ride, yeah? I didn’t say where or how.”

You gave him a side eye while unbuckling your seatbelt. “Nuh uh. This feels like a set up. What are you up to?”

Trent laughed as he got out of the car and jogged around to open the door on the passenger’s side. He extended his hand out to help you. “Baby relax. You’re gonna love it.”

You took his hand and creased your brows while narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not convinced. This looks like a place where someone would pull off a heist or something.”

“Nah. Nothing like that,” he reaffirmed while leading you to the building with your hands intertwined in his.

The moment you stepped inside, your skepticism turned into curiosity. The space was dimly lit and the faint sound of train wheels clicking on tracks played in the background. You adjusted your eyes and took in the sight of a perfectly crafted train interior that somewhat mimicked the train you took the day you ran into Trent for the first time.

Your jaw dropped. “No way…”

Trent squeezed your side, pleased with your reaction. “It’s an escape room.”

You spun your face at him, confused all over again. “An escape room? What does that have to do with–?”

“Look closer” he said, gesturing to a seat where a hoodie and a pair of sunglasses were carefully placed. “Ring any bells?”

The realization hit you like a freight train. “No. You didn’t…”

“I did,” his grin widened. “I figured it would be more fun than just taking the train again. Thought we could relive the day with a little twist, y’know?”

You looked around the room, your heart swelling with affection. “You had them recreate our meet cute? This is…”

“Romantic?” he finished your sentence smugly, proud of his accomplishment. 

“Cheesy as hell” you corrected him, but you couldn’t stop smiling. “But I love it.”

“Thought you might” he said, tugging you toward the seat with the hoodie. “Let’s see if we’re smart enough to get out of here.”

The first clue was tucked into the hoodie pocket. It looked like the same hoodie Trent wore the day you met him. A slip of paper read: 

What starts with the sun but ends with the moon?

You groaned, holding it up for him to see. “Okay..what does that even mean? The sky?”

Trent smirked and leaned against the seat like he knew the answer, but didn’t want to give it to you just yet. “Nah baby. Just think about it.”

You glanced back at the clue, still confused. “Um, I am thinking about it..I really don’t know. A sunset? Time?” You threw out ideas, suddenly remembering the cheeky comment you made about his hoodie and sunglasses that day. “Wait..is it an eclipse thing?”

“Close. Think simpler.”

Your mind churned before it finally clicked for you. “A day!” you blurted out. “Starts with the sun and ends with the moon.”

Trent nodded, grinning as he reached into a luggage rack to pull out an envelope. “I knew you would get it eventually.”

You snatched the envelope from his hand, rolling your eyes. The second clue had a small calendar drawn on it with a single number circled – 22. The day you first met. 

“Okay. Too predictable Trent..”

“Is it?” he asked. “Could just be the start of a combo…”

The two of you scanned the fake train car, piecing together the rest of the lock combination from the small details that were hidden throughout the room. There were train tickets tucked into a seat pocket, coordinates of London and Liverpool printed on a travel map, and a tiny key taped underneath a windowsill. After solving each clue, you ended up with 2206 as the final code.

“2206. What’s the 6 from?” you wondered out loud.

Trent smiled as he punched the code into the lock box near the door. “That’s the platform the train left from. London to Liverpool..platform six.”

Your jaw dropped again as the lock box opened. “How do you know that? You didn’t even get on at that stop.”

Trent shrugged and pulled you into a quick kiss. “That day is burned into my brain forever. Had to do my research.”

You shook your head and ran your fingers along his jawline lightly before opening the next compartment. “You really went all out for this. Kinda scared of what you have planned for our official anniversary.”

Inside the compartment was a miniature bottle of a fragrance. “Musk” you said, sniffing the vial thoughtfully. “This was in the escape room? T, did you take this from–”

“Nah, I had nothing to do with that one.” he interrupted, holding his hands up. “Just the universe messing with us again.” He took the bottle out of your hand and sniffed it. “Maybe we could add it as one of the last ingredients? And make it unisex so anyone can wear it..”

His suggestion made you smile while you watched him analyze the scent in a similar way he did with bergamot that fateful day on the train. “That’s...actually not a bad idea. But we need one more to balance it all out.” You didn’t have your notebook with you, so you quickly pulled out your phone to type it into your notes app. You reached for Trent’s hand to intertwine it with yours to pull him along to the next clue. “I can’t believe you had them do all of this for us..”

As you turned the corner, the scene shifted to a football themed section. There was a goalpost, a whiteboard, and lockers lining the wall. Trent’s eyes lit up instantly and you knew you lost him to his competitive side.

“Aight” he began, cracking his knuckles and stepping forward. “My time to shine.”

You stifled a laugh. “Baby you’re not on the pitch. It’s just an escape room.”

Trent smiled as he took in the sight of the room. “Doesn’t matter. I’m still gonna win.”

Amused by his determination, you egged him on. “Okay vice captain. Lead the way.”

The football themed section had Trent written all over it. The lockers were labelled with Liverpool legends like Gerrard and Dalglish. On the whiteboard, a series of Xs and Os formed a tactical setup with a question written above it:

What year did Liverpool win their first European Cup?

Trent snorted and crossed his arms, like the question was something ingrained in his memory. “Easy. 1977. Rome. Borussia Mönchengladbach.”

The board beeped as a hidden compartment clicked open and revealed a small key. You scoffed at him in disbelief. “How do you know that? You weren’t even born yet.”

“History baby,” he replied. “Can’t wear the badge without knowing where it came from.”

You handed him the small key, shaking your head. “Nerd.”

“Maybe. But I’m a nerd who just unlocked the next step.”

Trent slid the key into a lock on the side of a locker and the door swung open to reveal a small podium holding a mini golden football. Another note was propped up beside it that read:

Score a goal, but don’t forget to hit the crossbar first.

“Oh here we fucking go” you muttered. “They’re really feeding into your ego now.”

Trent grinned as he pulled you in for a kiss. “You could be supportive like a normal girlfriend…”

You laughed and cupped your hands around your mouth to slip into your best commentator impression, mocking him with your support. “The man with the golden touch..stepping up to the challenge of a lifetime.”

“Keep it up and I’ll miss on purpose.” he teased, setting up the ball.

“You won’t” you shot back. “I’ll boo you…”

Trent lined up his shot and took a few steps back. The ball sailed into the air and struck the crossbar with the only type of ease your boyfriend could accomplish.

“WOW WHAT A HIT!” you yelled, jumping up and down like you were in the Kop. “Alexander-Arnold with a stunning strike!”

Trent turned, grinning ear to ear as he pointed at you. “You’re not bad at that…but it’s not good either. Gotta work on the commentator voice.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and moved over to the makeshift goalpost. “Okay. Let’s try this then. I’m the keeper now.”

Trent gave you a curious look, wondering if you were serious, but when you didn’t move, his look turned into amusement. “You gonna try to stop me? Alright. No mercy baby.”

You clapped your hands and bounced on your toes like you saw keepers do on match days. “I’m channelling my inner Alisson Becker. You’re not getting past me T.”

Trent set the ball down again and shook his head at your antics, but he was enjoying every second judging by the smile that hadn't faltered from his face. He took a few steps back, focused and ready while you spread your arms dramatically across the goal.

“And it’s Y/N L/N in goal!” you yelled in your best – yet below average, commentator voice. “Can she keep Trent Alexander-Arnold from clinching the game?”

“Not a chance,” Trent whispered under his breath, smirking. You really thought he would take it easy on you but he didn’t. He didn’t have to try too hard and the ball flew into the net easily. You lunged for it, trying to make the save, but your foot did something weird, making you tumble to the floor and land on your side, groaning. Trent jogged over, trying and failing not to laugh as he crouched beside you.

“You okay baby?”

You rolled onto your back, squinting up at him while rubbing your hip. “Fuck. How does Ali do this? He makes it look so easy.”

Trent reached out a hand to lift you to your feet. “You have the heart for it..I’ll give you that.”

You took his hand to let him pull you up as you brushed yourself off. “Next time I’m saving it.”

“Next time, huh?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “We’ll see. It’s game over for now, though.”

The final compartment snapped open with a thud, revealing a small envelope. Trent grabbed it, beaming as he opened it up. Inside was a handwritten note:

Congratulations on finding your way out! Here’s to your next adventure together.

Alongside the note were dinner reservations on the date of your official anniversary. You weren’t familiar with the restaurant, but the name sounded familiar – Lovebirds. Next to it, an itinerary to go to St. Barts, featuring photos of a private villa with direct beach access.

You blinked at the papers in Trent’s hand, struggling to process the details. “Wait..what is this?”

He turned the envelope toward you so that you could see it better. “Dinner plans for our anniversary. And St. Barts.” he confessed with a smile, still not faltering. “Private villa, just you and me. Direct beach access and no distractions.”

“You planned all of this?”

Trent laughed and folded the papers to tuck them back into the envelope. “Well I had some help, but yeah. Thought we deserved something special.”

You threw your arms around him and gave him a kiss. “I don't even know what to say. You’re too sweet.”

“Don’t say anything,” he murmured into your hair. “Just show up in your bikini.”

You laughed, pulling back to look at his face. “I love you..and I’m really glad you sat next to me on the train that day.”

Trent’s eyes softened as he played with the necklace around your neck. “Same here. I can’t imagine living life without you baby. I love you too.”

The two of you made your way back to the car, hand in hand as the sun started to set over the horizon to create a cotton candy sky. “What's next?” you asked.

“Let’s go eat and figure out where the night takes us?” He recommended. “Unless you wanna make another perfume note in the car..”

You burst out laughing and swatted at his chest. “You’re such a boy.”

---

The next few weeks passed by way too fast, but they were filled with happy milestones. When Ezzie and Ziggy’s 16th birthday rolled around, it was celebrated with Trent’s family instead of your parents. His mum and dad took over hosting duties and transformed their home into a comfortable space that was overflowing with kind heartedness and laughter. Celebrating with them felt more natural than it ever did in the cold confines of your parent’s picture perfect home. Trent’s parents took your siblings in without any hesitation, and treated them like they were their own children.

The day of their birthday kicked off with Ziggy’s signing day. He officially joined Liverpool’s U18 team. The dimpled grin on his face was infectious as he showed off his new kit. The back of his shirt proudly displayed “L/N” in bold lettering and the number he chose: 16. You assumed he chose it because he signed on the day of his birthday, but you really didn’t know for sure.

“Sixteen huh?” you mocked as he spun around in the room to make sure everyone could see. “Let me guess...some deep meaningful choice about this being your year or something?”

Ziggy was enjoying the attention and smirked. “Nah, not everything has to be deep. I just like the number.”

“He’s lying!” Ezzie interrupted. “It’s because Trent wears 66. He just changed one number.”

Ziggy glared at her and flung the kit to lay on his shoulder. “Damn. Just let me have this.”

“Bubby..” Ezzie said sweetly, tilting her head as she used a childhood nickname that always wound him up. “You can have it. Just not without me calling you out first.”

Before your brother could retort, Dianne’s voice floated in from the living room. “You two..let’s save the bickering for later. We’re celebrating, remember?”

Trent’s dad popped his head into the kitchen, tongs in hand. “Z, you think you have what it takes to make first team one day? Come outside, let’s see if you can get past me.”

“You? You’re too old.. I don’t wanna embarrass you at your own house.” Ziggy scoffed, heading toward the garden in disbelief. “You’re not even the best defender in this house right now.”

“That would be me,” Trent chimed in, leaning against the fridge while smiling.

“Nah, it’s me.” Tyler cut in, walking in the room with Marcel trailing behind him. “I’d be out there instead if I didn’t give it up for you.”

Marcel snorted. “Bro you haven’t defended anything since I was a baby.” 

You stood next to the counter, slicing a piece of cake. “A family full of stars here, huh? Football, fashion...and whatever Tyler is claiming these days.”

“Aye” Tyler interjected. “I’m a dad. And I work.”

“Do you? Because the girlies are saying PLG is a money laundering scheme” you raised your brow, genuinely asking and not trying to throw shade...or maybe you were throwing shade.

The whole house burst into laughter, Marcel’s being the loudest of all despite not doing much more than Tyler. You took a bite of the white chocolate raspberry birthday cake, savouring the sweet flavour while everyone scattered around the house to do their own thing. Your anxiety still existed, but seemingly melted away once you were surrounded by the people you cared about the most. You took another bite of cake, surveying the warmth and love filling the house.

I could get used to this. This is nice.

The days following the twins birthday were a blur of activity. Ezzie’s modelling career was in full swing, and her first campaign with Miu Miu took off. Your sister’s face now adorned billboards and screens in New York, Paris and London. She was kind of iconic for someone who had just turned 16, and you were living for it. Your mum had definitely ate her words, rightfully so. 

Meanwhile, Camille was splitting her time between Manchester, Paris, and Barcelona. Her relationship with Jules grew stronger with every passing day and the two of them were officially the most fashionable couple you knew. Camille’s voice hummed through the phone one day as you shuffled around your newly expanded wardrobe in you and Trent’s home. You were partially listening while you went through your clean laundry, trying to place everything in their new spot.

“I think Jules might be my soulmate” she gushed with her voice tinged with dreaminess that was very out of character for her. “I’ve been planning out outfits for the next month and he just gets it Y/N. He even coordinates with me sometimes. Who is this man?”

You froze mid fold, barely believing your ears. “Camille? Camille Saint-Clair??” you said slowly, dragging out her first name and surname for emphasis. “Is this my best friend? Soulmates and coordinating outfits with a man is crazy.”

She groaned but the dreaminess in her voice was still unmistakable, the girl was in love. “Shut up. I just– I may be falling for him a little. But I’m still me.”

“Anyway,” she added, trying to switch the subject back to you. “What about you and your lover boy? Where are you two going for your anniversary?”

You filled her in on Trent’s surprise escape room debacle and the upcoming trip to St. Barts, to which she simply responded:

“Don’t get pregnant. Use your butt..or mouth. Seriously. There’s an epidemic out here and the world doesn’t need anymore Aquariuses or Pisces.”

You giggled and shook your head. “Isn’t your dad a–” “Yeah, he is.. so trust me when I say that. Use your butt girl.”

Before you could fully recover from Camille’s out of pocket advice after ending the call, Trent walked into the bedroom shirtless with a towel slung over his shoulder from just getting out of the shower.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, stretching his arm behind his head as he sprawled out on the bed. 

You made your way to the bed and sat on top of him. “Camille,” you smirked, grazing your hands over his toned abdominal muscles. “She gave me some interesting advice for our anniversary.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Nooo” you sang, leaning over to kiss him. “I think we’ll have enough time for me to use all three holes.”

“Three holes? Huh??”

Before you could explain, Trent’s phone rang with a FaceTime call. You glanced at the screen to see Jude’s name flashing across the screen. You groaned and picked up the phone to answer, turning the phone toward Trent’s face, but Jude started talking before either of you could speak.

“Aye! What’s good bro? What are you up to?” Jude’s smile filled the screen.

“Just chilling,” Trent replied, sitting up slightly with his hand palming over your thigh, gently massaging your soft skin. “Why? What’s up?”

“Mate, I’m scheming. Me, Jobe, Toby – lad’s night out at the club. You down?” Jude waggled his eyebrows for emphasis, already sold on his own plan.

Trent shook his head. “Nah. Not tonight man.”

“Bro come on,” Jude groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. “It’s been ages. Don’t do me like this. I’ll keep the girls away so Y/N won’t get mad.”

You cut in with a pointed tone. “Jude..he’s not going anywhere tonight.”

Jude squinted at the camera, trying to figure out where your voice was coming from, but he didn’t realize you were the one holding the phone until you turned the phone back to your face. “Y/N don’t tell me you’re one of those girls. He’s a grown man..let him have some fun.”

“Jude it’s the night before our anniversary” you noted firmly. “Fun doesn’t include babysitting you lot.”

“Babysitting? I’m not a child” Jude protested. “Well..maybe Jobe is but I’m capable of looking after myself.”

“The child in question can drive and cook..you can’t.” you quipped, turning the phone back to Trent. “Tell him, T.”

Trent laughed and shook his head. “Sorry man. Boss has spoken. You understand.”

Jude sighed dramatically, acting like somebody had just broken his heart into a thousand pieces. “Fine, ditch us for Y/N. But don’t come complaining when you realize what you’re missing. Proper memories being made without you, for sure!”

Trent smirked, raising his hands higher on your thigh which made you erupt into a fit of giggles. “I’m good with the memories I’m about to make. Next time though.”

“Ah, fair. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Happy anniversary by the way!”

At Les Notes d’Amour, things had fallen into a pleasant rhythm that you were comfortable with. Ember and Tara managed to keep the Rêveur production on track without any hiccups. There were no other unexpected leaks, no missed steps, and no drama – just the way you liked it. There were a couple of moments when Tara’s bubbly personality led her into long tangents about footballers or her latest obsession with matcha boba. You occasionally had to step in with a gentle “Tara.. focus,” but overall, the shop felt stable in their hands. 

With your anniversary creeping closer, you found yourself balancing preparations for your trip to St. Barts and figuring out how to celebrate with Trent before your flight. You hadn’t given him the watch yet, saving it for the perfect moment. 

But today was the day.

You stood in front of the mirror that night, adjusting your dress. As you zipped it up halfway, you heard Trent’s footsteps behind you.

“Need a hand?” he asked in a low voice.

You turned a little to look at him through the mirror. A flashback of him fucking you while you watched in the mirror flashed across your mind. “Are you offering to help or to undo it? Because last time you said you were going to help…”

“Both” he replied instantly, stepping behind you to slide the zipper the rest of the way up. His broad hands caressed your sides and he scanned your figure in the mirror. “We’ll just save the other part for later. Or we can have a quickie…”

The warmth from Trent’s breath tickled against your neck as his hands lingered on your waist to pull you flush against him. The smell of Rêveur and your perfume wrapped around you to create the most perfect, intoxicating scent that paired amazingly well together. His eyes met yours in the mirror and darkened, filled with a mixture of love and carnal desire.

“Don’t” you warned, swatting his hand playfully. “We have all night and next week for that.”

“I’m just appreciating the beautiful view” he said smoothly, running his hands up and down your sides. He leaned in closer to the crook of your neck, inhaling softly. “You smell so good. What did you decide to name this one?”

You smiled and adjusted the petaled drapes falling across your shoulders. “It’s called Vanille Étoilée.” You caught his gaze in the mirror and continued. “It means starry vanilla in French. Sweet like honeyed vanilla, warm like amber, but soft enough to stay on my skin for a long time like the stars in the sky. Thought it was fitting because it compliments Rêveur pretty well..”

“Vanille Étoilée” he repeated. Surprisingly the French words rolled off his tongue with ease despite his scouser accent. “I like it.” Trent dipped his head down to kiss the corner of your jaw and trailed the kisses down to your collarbone. “Smells…” He paused and placed another kiss on your skin while inhaling you again, “so fucking good.”

You turned around to press a hand to his chest and stepped back. “Okay..enough. You can’t just jump straight to dessert. Have some decorum.”

Stepping into Lovebirds felt like stepping into an ethereal fairytale. The outside world was replaced with an atmosphere that was enchanting. Golden lighting pranced off lush greenery that framed the private alcoves scattered throughout the room. Each one was designed to give diners a sense of secluded romance. There were ornamental branches stretched above with interwoven leaves and lights to give the ceiling a romantic glow. You could hear a subtle twine of acoustics playing a gentle tune to add to the ambiance.

Trent’s hand rested on the curve of your back and his fingers grazed the exposed skin. “This place is nice” he murmured in a whispered tone as his gaze shifted from one part of the room to another.

“Yeah, it is. The name is really fitting innit?” you replied, glancing up at him with a smile. The place truly did feel like it was designed with soulmates in mind. There were multiple details that echoed the love and connection shared between lifelong partners. You followed the host as they led you to a table nestled beside a trickling indoor fountain. 

The table may as well have been a piece of art itself. There was a delicate feather motif that ran along its edges and two menus were placed neatly on top of silky soft cloth. Both menus were embossed in gold lettering with your names, which caught you by surprise. Trent definitely had used up all his creativity with the escape room idea, so there was no way in hell he had any part in the decor for the table. But if it wasn’t him..who did?

The waiter approached minutes later with a carefully balanced tray of artfully crafted drinks.

“Good evening” he began with a warm smile. “To start, we have two cocktails inspired by our esteemed guests.” He set a golden hued drink in front of Trent first.

“This is the Golden Hour. It has a blend of whiskey, ginger beer, and a touch of citrus, topped with golden edible flakes. It’s got strength and finesse, much like Mr. Alexander-Arnold’s touch on the pitch.”

Trent tilted his head, amused and curious as he lifted the drink to inspect it. “Golden Hour?” he mused, swirling the drink slightly to watch the edible flakes diffuse across the liquid. “Can’t argue with that.”

“And for you” the waiter continued, placing a glass in front of you. “We have the Moonlit Muse. It’s a delicate mix of lychee, vanilla vodka, and champagne served with an iridescent shimmer. Sweet and complex, inspired by your work and artistry as a perfumer.”

You took a sip, feeling the sweetness of the lychee and fizziness of the champagne intertwine to create a perfect start to the evening. “This is incredible” you complimented with a smile. “Thank you!”

The food was just as impressive. Trent opted for a ribeye steak that was charred to perfection and served with truffle butter, garlic mashed potatoes, and seared shrimp. Your dish was a salmon fillet plated with saffron and champagne cream sauce that rested on a bed of wilted spinach and buttered baby carrots. There was a garnish of edible flowers on the plate, making it almost too pretty to eat. 

The chef approached your table shortly after you both finished eating. She was dressed in a cleanly pressed chef’s coat with her name embroidered elegantly on the chest. She clasped her hands in front of her.

“I hope the evening has been everything you hoped for lovebirds” she cheered in a joyful tone.

You blinked, staring at her for a minute before you realized she was the same chef from the private cooking class you had with Trent the day you made things official. “Wait..you’re the chef from the class we took last year!”

Her smile widened and she nodded. “Yes, that’s me. I didn’t think you would remember.”

“Of course I remember!” you exclaimed, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you. “We nearly burned down your kitchen with our nonsense.”

“Best date we ever had so far. Hands down.” Trent added, smiling back at the chef.

“I can’t thank you two enough” The chef spoke proudly. “The night the video went viral I started getting all sorts of requests for catering, private events, cooking classes and it just snowballed from there. When this space became available.. I couldn't resist it.”

“Wow” you breathed, glancing around at the beautifully curated space with new appreciation. “That’s really amazing. This place is stunning.”

“Thank you” she responded sincerely. “I owe you two more than you know. That night wasn’t just a turning point professionally. It reminded me of why I love what I do. Seeing the joy on your faces that night..even covered in flour, was a reminder of what food can bring to people. I just wanted to say thank you..for everything.”

The waiter appeared again, carrying two perfectly risen soufflés. The delicate tops were dusted with powdered sugar and you could smell the faint aroma of chocolate wafting through the air. The chef grinned as she set the desserts in front of you. After taking a quick photo with the chef, you could finally dig into your soufflés.

“Enjoy lovebirds! Happy anniversary!” the chef cheered, holding a hand over her heart dramatically as she walked away to head back to the kitchen.

You scooped your spoon into the airy dessert. “Mmm, finally! This was so worth it. Best soufflé ever.”

Trent nodded in agreement, savouring his first bite. “Third time’s the charm, huh?”

After finishing dessert, you turned to Trent with a sly smile and reached into your clutch to pull out a carefully wrapped box. You slid the box across the table toward him. “This is for you..”

Trent’s curiosity piqued as he grabbed the box and unopened it with care to reveal the watch with the midnight blue dial and moon phase indicator. “Damn. This is nice!” he excitedly yelled out while clasping the watch onto his wrist. “What’s this thing on here?”

“It’s a moon phase indicator. So you don’t have to google when the full moons are anymore.”

Trent looked up at you, his brown eyes filled with adoration. “Not gonna lie. This might be the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You rolled your eyes, assuming he was doing too much over a silly little watch, even if it was expensive. “T..it’s just a watch. I don’t think–”

“Nah. Not just a watch” he corrected you, calibrating the moon phase indicator with his hand. “I feel like I’m always buying gifts for everyone else..so this is nice. I love it. I love you.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile and stop the happy tears that were threatening to spill over your lash line. “Aww baby. Don’t make me cry in public. I love you too.”

Trent leaned over to give you a tender, soft kiss on your lips before pulling back, both of you smiling like idiots at each other. You giggled awkwardly and looked around.

“Sooo..um..where’s my gift?” you questioned him jokingly. “Not that this dinner wasn’t amazing but..”

Trent smirked and leaned back in his chair. “It’s at home. It’s being set up as we speak.”

After another hour of conversation, you finally headed back home to see what Trent had planned. When you made it back to the house, you hopped out of the car before Trent could even put it in park mode.

“Close your eyes,” Trent instructed you as you made your way into the house. You closed your eyelids while he led you up the stairs. “Don’t look yet.”

“I’m not looking!” you yelled, but you were willing your pupils to see through the thin skin of your eyelids.

“Alright, ready?” Trent spoke softly into your ear and positioned you in front of the bedroom door.

“Yes..” you replied impatiently, itching to open the door yourself. “Can I look?”

Trent nodded but he forgot your eyes were still closed, so you both stood there awkwardly for a minute before you spoke up again. “Umm..Trent??”

“Oh shit! I forgot.” He laughed, opening the door. “Yeah, open your eyes baby.”

When you opened your eyes, your breath caught. The bedroom was decorated with balloons that hovered near the elevated ceiling. Illuminated candles softly flickered and danced across the wall to cast shadows that felt alive, like they were celebrating along with you. The bedside table had a rose bouquet that was so large it was almost falling over. On the bed, a collection of gifts were neatly arranged in wrapping paper of your favorite colors, topped with curled and tied ribbons.

Your hand flew to your mouth and your eyes filled with tears. “Trent…”

He leaned into you to kiss you on your cheek. “Happy anniversary baby.”

As the scene washed over you, you traced your fingers over the silk ribbons on the gifts. “I only got you a watch and you did all of this? T this is way too much..”

“Nah, it’s not. Just showing how much I appreciate you.”

Smiling, you sat down on the edge of the bed and grazed your fingers over a smaller box that was tucked behind the others. “What’s this one?” you asked, reaching for it.

Before you could lift the lid, Trent’s hand shot out and snatched the box away from you with a quickness that caught you off guard and made you frown. “Nah! Not that one. You can’t open that yet.”

This box in particular was the engagement ring he was keeping hidden away for another year or two. Whoever was responsible for the setup must’ve accidentally mistaken it for an anniversary gift, nearly ruining the night all together.

You creased your brow and stood on your tippy toes to reach it. “Why not? What’s in it? Let me see!”

“Nope” he laughed as he moved it further out of your reach and nestled it into a drawer. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

“What surprise?” you questioned him, trying to reach toward the drawer without him realizing, but he was faster than you. He gripped your hand mid air and pulled you into him. You instinctively put your arms around his shoulders and his lips found yours to silence anymore of your protests. You pulled away from him, grinning as you bit your bottom lip. “You’re trying to distract me from that box…”

His face nestled into the crook of your neck and he nibbled on the skin above your collarbone. “Is it working?” 

Your hum of approval melted into a soft sigh as Trent’s lips continued to brush against the delicate curve of your neck. With each kiss, he trailed down slower to map out coordinates of love. His hands trailed up from your hips to the bare curve of your back under the silky fabric of your dress. He thumbs padded massaging circles on your skin that made it hard to think about anything other than the feeling of him against you.

“Maybe…” you mumbled in a quiet voice.

“Good” Trent continued peppering you with kisses. “Let me finish distracting you then.”

Trent’s hands traced over the zipper of your dress, slowly unzipping it until the silky fabric was tossed to the floor. “You’re so fucking beautiful” he muffled against your skin, brushing over the laced trim on your panties.

“You’re talking too much” you whined, arching into him to silently beg for more than what he was giving you at the moment.

“Yeah?” His fingers hooked under the lace trim, pulling them down to reveal your slick core. “You want more?”

You nodded, “Please.”

Trent kissed his way down your stomach, nibbling on your skin with his hungry lips. When he finally reached your pussy, he paused, glancing up at you with a cocky look while licking his lips. 

“Trent” you panted, gripping the sheets as his breath fanned over where you really wanted him. “Don’t tease me. I need you..”

“Ah..so impatient” he smirked, kissing your inner thigh. He flicked his tongue out, licking a stripe between your pussy that made your back arch off the bed. “Let me hear you baby.”

“Shit” you gasped, gripping his head with your hands as his tongue started working against your clit in a slow, intentional pace that had you squirming and arching underneath him.

“Stay still” he commanded, gripping your thighs to pin you in place. You tried to comply, but you couldn’t stop trying to push your hips against him to chase your high. 

The flicks of his tongue and pressure from him lightly suctioning your clit made you moan his name loudly and buck into him. Just as you were about to reach the point of no return, Trent’s phone rang loudly on the bedside table, cutting through your bliss immediately.

“Fuck me” you groaned, pulling a pillow against your face in frustration.

“We’re getting to that part…” he joked, already pulling back from your core to glance at the screen. “It’s Jude.”

“I really don’t care who it is,” you snapped, pulling at his arm to bring his attention back to you and the orgasm you desperately needed. “Do. Not. Answer.”

He pondered for a second like he was torn, but then the phone started ringing again and you could see the gears turning in his head. “I’ll just tell him I’m busy real quick.”

“Trent,” you warned in a dangerously low voice. “I swear if you answer that fucking phone right now…”

“Alright! I’m not answering it” He declined the call, tossing the phone aside. “Happy now?”

“Ask me again after you make me c– oh my god, yesss” your words quickly turned into moans of pleasure as he dove back in, tongue on your clit and fingers curling and thrusting inside of you.

“You taste so fucking good” he whispered, still lapping against your clit with vigor. “Cum for me baby.”

You whimpered his name when his tongue danced against your clit faster. You felt the pressure build and snap all at once before you could warn him, but he didn’t remove himself from your clit and kept licking until you were squirming from overstimulation.

“Mmh, T..I can’t” you begged, pushing against his shoulders. When he finally rose from your core, he licked his lips and trailed kisses back up to your lips.

“You good?” he asked, kissing your neck. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me” you replied, pulling at one of his belt loops so that he would get the hint to take his clothes off. His clothing quickly joined your dress on the floor and he stroked his dick a few times before pushing into your slick folds, slow and steady so that you could adjust to the girth before he started moving.

“Goddamn” he muttered through tight teeth. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax baby.”

“I can’t” you moaned back, gasping for air in between thrusts. “F-fuck. I’m gonna cum again.”

The desperation you had for him made him laugh, stroking his ego as he stroked into you, but it quickly turned into a groan when you rolled your hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep doing that.” he stuttered, gripping your hips to guide you. “Fuck, baby. Just like that....good girl.”

The wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving in tandem filled up the room, dramatized by your breathless moans of pleasure. The tightness in your core threatened to snap and Trent’s movements became more frenzied as his fingers gripped deep into your skin.

“I love you. I love the way you fuck me” you needily moaned, trying to push him over the horizon. “Cum in me. Please Trent? Fill me up.”

“Shit” he hissed, faltering his hips for a split second to force himself to slow down. “I can’t baby. We said–”

You rocked up against him so more of his cock filled you. The way his jaw clenched in concentration and the way his body shook let you know he was fighting against the inevitable. “Pleaseee. I want it.”

“Fuckkkk” he groaned, holding you in place as he tried to gain control. He moved his hips more slow and shallow. “You’re squeezing me.”

You whimpered and raked your nails down his back as your pussy began to flutter and milk him. “Oh my god, I love you” you moaned over and over again as you came undone around his dick. He filled you up shortly after, his control shattering like glass with one last groan.

“I love you too” he muttered between a kiss attack on your lips. “You’re my everything..my forever.”

“Is that so?” you cooed, wrapping your arms around him to cherish the moment.

While you were enjoying your alone time with Trent, both of your phones were being bombarded with calls and notifications. The internet was set ablaze once again. A little too literally this time around:

SpillTheBeansUK 🚨 Y/N L/N, girlfriend of Liverpool star Trent Alexander-Arnold, is at the center of chaos tonight after her boutique Les Notes d’Amour burned to the ground in suspected arson. Arrested? None other than her assistant Ember F, and her EX-BOYFRIEND Aaron C – a shady ex-businessman who’s now dating Ember. 😳🔥 Coincidence? We’re not so sure… 👀

astrologychica99: omg remember when that tarot reader mentioned the tower card in the comments? THEY WERE RIGHT!!

PerfumeObsessed32: does this mean my bottle of rêveur isn’t coming?? i’ve been waiting!!!

BaddieFromBrum: not y’all worried about your rêveur order when her shop just literally burned down.. you’re so unserious

ELovesChaos: whoever’s writing her life needs to chill. give her a break i beg!

EauDeGossip: imagine finding out your ex and your assistant are plotting against you? i’d be in jail!

FragranceFanatic89: does anyone know if she’s okay? is she safe?

MadMadness: so ember went from assistant to arsonist?? girl.. seek help!!

DidUCatchIt: can we talk about the name ember? the signs were there people! 

scousergirl4lyfe: if I was Y/N i’d never trust a single soul again..like ever. not even trent

IconicAndTired: not STB becoming the BBC of mess 😭 i live for this page

WriterPlsChill: WTF?!?!

4AMTHOUGHT: end of an era 💔😭

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What was supposed to be a peaceful and quiet night before a romantic holiday, was cut short by frantic banging on the door. Trent froze and looked around, not expecting anyone at this hour. “What the fuck?”

“Who is that?” you asked, startled by the sudden noise.

“No fucking clue. Did you order something?” he asked back, taking a quick glance over his shoulder.

“No...”

Both of you quickly sat up to get dressed in more comfortable clothing but the banging didn’t stop. While descending the stairs, muffled voices became clearer – more familiar to the ear. Trent unlocked the door cautiously, only for it to fly open with Camille and Jude barrelling in.

“Are you okay?!” Camille’s voice cracked as she reached for you, wrapping you into her arms tightly.

“Huh? I’m fine! Why are you acting so weird?” you asked with a pounding heart.

Jude’s usual playful personality wasn’t there and was replaced by a serious expression instead, like he took pity on you. “Mate..she needs to sit down” he whispered to Trent, who was looking increasingly tense.

“For what? What’s going on?”

Before Jude could answer, headlights and blue flashes from a police car flooded through the windows in an ominous pattern. 

When the uniformed officer arrived at the door, he stood solemnly in the doorway. “Is Y/N L/N here?”

Your mouth went dry. “Um..yeah. That’s me” you said softly, stepping forward despite Trent’s attempt to hold you back.

“Sorry to inform you Miss L/N..but your store was destroyed in a fire tonight. It’s been ruled as suspected arson.”

The words hit you like a bus. You weren’t able to process the sentence the officer just delivered. “My store?” you whispered, repeating as if that would make the truth hurt any less. Your knees wobbled and Trent’s arm shot out to steady you. “No…” you added, voice trembling. “That’s not possible. I was literally just there the other day.”

The officer glanced at Trent, hesitating before continuing. “I’m sorry Miss L/N. There’s no saving it. The building is completely gone.”

The moment he ended his sentence the air was knocked out from your lungs. You felt nothing. Suddenly your legs couldn’t support you anymore. You collapsed into Trent’s chest and a broken cry tore from your throat. You felt your heart shatter into sharp shards that could never be repaired or mended. “No, no, no” you repeated, clinging onto Trent to keep you tethered to reality, but his presence didn’t do much to stop the slurry of cruel, twisted dark thoughts emitting from your brain.

“Baby breathe” Trent coached in a low, shaky voice. “I got you.”

You couldn’t do that. Every breath suddenly felt like you were inhaling smoke, suffocating under the weight of words that just kept getting worse the more the officer spoke. Les Notes d’Amour – the place you poured your entire heart and soul into – was reduced to nothing more than a pile of smoky, pulverized ash. All thanks to a series of carefully crafted events that was supposed to be your ‘serendipity’.

It didn’t seem like that anymore after the officer said the names. 

“Aaron Caldwell was arrested at the scene, along with Ember Flanagan. Your other assistant, Tara, was found safe at home.”

Your body immediately went rigid. “Aaron?” you croaked, pulling away from Trent.

The officer nodded with a grim expression. “Yes ma’am. It appears he and Miss Flanagan conspired on this together.”

He wasn’t supposed to be able to get to you again, or so you thought. Camille told you she made sure of it. His name carried so much pain that you vowed to never say it again, but this whole situation caught you off guard.

“He wasn’t supposed to..” you whispered in a broken voice. “He wasn’t supposed to be able to get to me again.” You turned to Camille who was now frozen with tears in her own eyes. “Camille you promised me!”

Her face looked guilty, but she had nothing to be guilty for; it honestly wasn’t her fault.

“I didn’t know about Ember,” she stammered. “I didn’t know they were together. I’m so sorry.”

Her apology didn’t register in your ears. Nothing did. Your chest heaved up and down as the panic finally set in fully. Every bad memory, every moment of manipulation and betrayal crushing you all at once. You couldn’t see nor could you hear. All you felt were the walls of life encasing you in misery now that your dream had erupted in flames. You heard distorted voices of Jude, Camille, and Trent trying to comfort you, but their voices barely registered over the one screaming at you in your mind.

Camille crouched in front of you with tears streaming down her face. “Y/N..you’re not alone, okay? We’re here.”

Of course her words were meant to be comforting, but it only made things worse as the ache in your chest grew tighter. “I don’t care!” you screamed, yanking your hands away from hers. “None of this matters anymore! He ruined everything! This would’ve never happened if I never–”

“Baby stop” Trent’s voice was breaking now too. He pulled you into him again, whispering against your ear. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He’s arrested.”

You pulled away, tears streaming down your anguished face as you stared at Trent with a broken, jaded expression. “I’m not talking about Aaron” you choked out, raw and heavy.

“I’m talking about you.”

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Under the Liverpool Stars~Trent Alexander Arnold

It was a cool evening in Liverpool. The streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, creating a magical atmosphere. You were sitting in a cozy bar, lost in your thoughts, reading a book while sipping a warm cup of tea, when a deep, slightly hesitant voice pulled you from your reverie.

"Excuse me... is this seat taken?"

You looked up and found yourself face to face with Trent Alexander-Arnold. For a moment, you were taken aback, but quickly composed yourself.

"Oh, no, it's free. Please, go ahead."

He smiled, placed his coffee on the table, and sat down. He seemed relaxed, wearing a casual coat and a beanie that tried to hide his identity, but it didn't quite work. After a brief silence, he noticed your book.

"You're reading Pride and Prejudice? It's one of my sister's favorites. She always tells me I should read it, but I’ve never gotten around to it."

"Really? It’s a classic. Maybe you should listen to her, she has excellent taste."

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound that seemed to fill the space around you.

"You might convince me to read it... if you give me a good reason."

You tilted your head, studying him. "Well, if you like a good love story with sharp dialogue and complex characters, this is perfect. But what kind of books do you usually read?"

He scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "Honestly, I don’t read much. I spend most of my time training or playing. But I like stories that teach me something. Like biographies or self-help books."

The conversation flowed naturally, and Trent was curious, kind, and surprisingly humble. He didn’t talk much about football unless you brought it up, and he seemed more interested in learning about you—what you liked to do, your dreams, your hobbies.

After an hour, he said, "You know, I wasn’t expecting to have such a nice conversation tonight. It’s rare to meet someone to talk to so... authentically."

You smiled, a little shy. "It’s been nice for me too. It’s not every day you meet a... famous footballer in an ordinary bar."

He laughed again, but his tone grew more serious. "Listen, can I ask you something? Would you like to meet again? Maybe next time I could take you to a special place. Not just any bar."

Your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t sure what to expect from this meeting, but there was something about him that made you feel at ease.

"I’d like that."

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Weeks passed, and you and Trent began to see each other regularly. He took you to beautiful spots around Liverpool, introduced you to some of his friends, and even brought you into his family circle, where they welcomed you warmly. One evening, as you walked along the Mersey, he stopped and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"You know, since I met you, everything feels different. Football has always been my life, but with you... it’s like there’s more. Something bigger."

He took your hand, his touch warm against the cool breeze.

"I don’t know what you think, but I want to see where this takes us. I really want you to be part of my life."

Your heart melted. Looking into his eyes, you found nothing but sincerity and affection.

"I want that too, Trent. I want to be here, with you."

And so, under the stars of Liverpool, your love story began to take shape—a unique combination of two different worlds that had crossed paths by chance but were destined to intertwine.

[footballffbarbiex]

When World's Collide.

another of my "need to get these thoughts out" kinda blurbs.

idk if anyone is even still into this pairing but I am so idgaf. enjoy. (and yes, I already know where this is gonna go for a proper full length smut, should it be wanted)

warnings: restraints, teasing. full piece warnings may include and more may be added: restraints, teasing, edging, oral (m+f), fingering, threat of breeding, threesome, protected sex, dirty talk, size kink, praise.

A/N: I realise the tone of this may seem...a little non consensual, but I assure you it is. lets just say, she has an agreement between them for FWB and has previously divulged that she would have a threesome with the two of them. there's only so much back story I can try to slip into this snippet for context. but it's fully consensual. don't come for me.

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"Shh, shh, shhhhh," Trent hums as you begin to tug at the restraints. his lips are against your ear as he whispers the instruction, with one finger pressing against your own lips as another silent command.

you hadn't felt him climb onto the bed, but the heat from his body tells you that he's not simply standing at the side of it, he's right there next to you. had you fallen asleep and not noticed him do so? no, you're certain you'd remember waking up at least.

"did you think we'd forgotten about you?" he asks, the tip of his nose rubbing against your cheek and you inhale the smell of his aftershave.

we?

"aww, you did, didn't you?" the voice hadn't come from Trent and against your better judgement, your head snaps to the side it came from to try and see him. the fabric covering your eyes annoys you now more than ever, the feel of it each time you move your eyes, your eyelashes fluttering against it makes you want to rip the eye mask off even more.

your body reacts and he laughs. "oh baby, if you're like this now before I've even touched you..." the voice trails off ever so quietly and you now feel another dip on the mattress. you'd know that unmistakable voice anywhere, and your pussy clenches at the sound of it as images of the two of them looking down at your body in such way leaves you feeling a mess.

"you liked the gift that I left for you, I see..." Dominik's voice sounds again and it's only now that you realise the underwear that you're wearing wasn't left by Trent like you'd initially thought.

"the gift that you..." you repeated to yourself out loud and he chuckles.

"what did you think was going to happen when you were playing us off against each other?" Dom's voice is closer now and a hand from the side of you where he seems closest traces gently over your leg. your instinct is to pull it away but those delicate touches turn harsher as his hand holds your leg in place.

"I don't know what you mean," you try and bluff but it sounds every bit the lie it is.

you hear the movements as much as you feel them; the footsteps, the way the mattress dips under the weight of another, the rattle of the handcuffs against the frame as his body jolts yours and finally the feel of the eye mask being tore away from your face. the sudden brightness of the room makes you squint, even though it's dimly lit from what you'd set up earlier.

Dom's face looks equally as annoyed as Trent's as you look between them. "you don't know what I mean?" Dom asks, tone just as pissed as his expression. "so you didn't say to me earlier how you'd be interested to see what pretty little noises you'd make while gagging on his cock if I fucked you?"

before you have chance to reply or really react, Trent intersects "or how you said to me that I'd find you here and that if I didn't want to walk in on Dom filling up your pussy instead of me, then I'd better get here quickly otherwise I'd be forced to watch how to really get you off?"

"Oh is that what she said?" Dom asks Trent, momentarily forgetting what they were doing, with genuine interest and changes his expression to one of pride. "Anyway, it sounds like you invited us both here for this." Dom turns back to you, and the hand which had gripped your leg begins to move gently once more, exploring over your thigh from your knee to the hem of the underwear. "and you're laid out like a fucking gift to be taken."

"sounds like the two of you have an ego clash and are now here to make a point." you backchat, trying to ignore the way your pussy reacts to having his fingers so dangerously close to the two points that you'd love nothing more than for him to touch.

"I'm not here to make a point princess, I'm here to prove your point." Dom grins.

you hate that he knows your body so well. you know that he's capable of bringing you to an orgasm quickly and earth shatteringly. he's spent hours getting to know what you like, what you love and mastering it all. Trent can bring out the best - and worst of your desires - in you, but Dom brings a whole new meaning to worship. your body knows his touch, knows what it's capable of and acts on its own accord, tilting your hips towards him pleadingly.

"look at you, so needy." Trent tuts, his dark eyes seem darker as lust glazes them.

"is this what you wanted?" Dom asks, sitting beside you now as his fingers stroke gently over your covered pussy. you buck beneath his touch, silently trying to manoeuvre his fingers to where your clit is.

ah ah ah, they both seem to mutter, forcing you to clench your teeth and wait impatiently. both had very different styles when it came to being with you, leaving you wondering how they would work together.

"spread your legs wider," Trent instructs and you do so, not wanting to give them reason to edge you. "it's a nice set," Trent says, running a finger over the cup of your bra, taking in the way it hugs your body in the way it should.

"what can I say?" Dom begins, circling his finger over your clit until it makes you whimper. he adjusts himself and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lower abdomen, across to your hip, grazing your skin with his facial hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your thigh and playfully nips at the inside of it before you feel the heat from his mouth over your clothed slit, "I have excellent taste."

[szariahwroteit]

A snippet of Chapter 1.

18+ Minors DNI.

"Wanting is sexy," Lauren said over the phone, giggling as she heard Trent scoff in response to her suggestion.

"Waiting on you doesn't feel sexy," he sighed. "It's the very opposite."

"That's because you're looking at it the wrong way," she pointed out. "Plus, if things are that bad, isn't there anyone to fill the void in Liverpool?"

"I don't want anyone to fill the void, I want to fill you," Trent explained in desperation, making Lauren blush although she knew he couldn't see her.

"But I'm working," she smirked.

"Paris is an hour away," Trent countered, his voice low and teasing. "You could be here in no time. Just think about it—dinner, a little wine, and then... well, you know."

"What do I know?" Lauren asked making Trent chuckle.

"You know exactly what I mean," he replied, his tone playful yet suggestive. "But if you need me to spell it out, I'd be more than happy to."

Lauren bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're quite the charmer, Trent. But I really do have a lot on my plate right now. The show is launching soon, and I can't afford to get distracted."

"Distraction can be good for you," he countered, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Sometimes you need to step away from work and just enjoy life. Besides, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice, and it made her stomach flutter. "You're quite the salesman, Trent. But what if I show up and you're just a terrible host?"

"I can assure you, I'm an excellent host," Trent replied, his voice smooth and confident. "I've got a great place, good food, and I promise to keep the wine flowing. What more could you want?"

Lauren chuckled, feeling the tension in the air shift slightly. "Okay, but what if I show up and you turn out to be a terrible cook?"

"Then we'll order takeout, and I'll take the blame," he said, his tone light. "I want you and all you've done this entire conversation is make excuses why we can't see one another."

"You want me?" Lauren echoed.

"Really fucking bad," Trent said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and I just want to spend some time together—just us."

Lauren felt her heart race at his admission. "You're not making this easy for me, you know," she said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

"Good," he replied, a playful edge to his tone. "I don't want it to be easy. I want you to want it as much as I do."

She bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "You're really laying it on thick, Trent."

"Only because I mean it," he said, his sincerity cutting through the playful banter. "I know you're busy, but life is too short to keep waiting for the perfect moment. Sometimes you just have to take a leap."

Lauren sighed, torn between her responsibilities and the undeniable chemistry between them. "You make a compelling argument," she admitted, her resolve beginning to crumble.

"Then what do you say? One night in Liverpool? Just you and me?" Trent pressed, his voice low and inviting.

"Okay, but just for one night," she relented, feeling a rush of excitement. "I can't make this a habit."

"Make what a habit?" Trent asked, enjoying how flustered he made her.

"Running off to see you whenever you call," Lauren replied, trying to sound serious but failing to hide her smile. "I have a job to do, you know."

"Sure, but everyone deserves a break," he said, his tone teasing. "And I promise, I'll make it worth your while. Just think of it as a little reward for all your hard work."

"Is that what you call it? A reward?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds more like a temptation."

"Temptation can be good for the soul," he countered, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Especially when it involves two people who clearly want each other."

Lauren felt her cheeks flush again. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

"Only the ones that matter," he replied, his tone playful yet sincere. "Please, come to me."

As a footballer, Trent's schedule didn't allow room for impromptu flights to curb his desires. If it did, weeks wouldn't have passed since he'd seen Lauren last.

"Fine," she huffed in an attempt to mask her excitement at the idea of seeing him again. "Should I start looking for hot..."

"You'll stay at my place with me," Trent said cutting her off before she had the chance to properly ask her question.

"Wait, what?" Lauren blinked, caught off guard by his boldness. "You're serious?"

"Absolutely," he replied, his tone unwavering. "I want you here, with me. No need for hotel rooms. Just us, in my space."

She felt a rush of warmth at his words, but a part of her hesitated. "What if it gets... complicated?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "What if things are awkward or strained."

"Complicated can be good," Trent said, his voice low and inviting. "It means there's something real between us. I'm not asking for forever, just one night to see where this chemistry takes us."

Lauren bit her lip, weighing her options. The idea of spending the night with him was thrilling, but it also felt like stepping into uncharted territory.

Although she and Trent had been intimate twice before, this would be the first time she'd ever flown to him and been in his space.

The previous two times they hooked up were rather spontaneous, the first time being after an award ceremony in London after one too many drinks and the second took place the following night after Trent asked her to dinner upon waking up with her in his hotel room earlier that morning.

Weeks had passed since, and if Lauren was being completely honest with herself she expected nothing more. In her mind, their flirty banter and sexual chemistry would eventually fizzle out, but it hadn't. If anything, it had intensified, each conversation laced with a tension that was impossible to ignore. The playful teasing had morphed into something deeper, something that made her heart race and her thoughts spiral into fantasies she hadn't dared to entertain before.

"Are you coming?" Trent asked, his voice breaking through her thoughts, laced with a hint of impatience and desire.

"Right, sorry," Lauren said, shaking her head as if to clear it. "I'm just... processing everything."

"I promise I won't bite—unless you want me to." Trent teased, eagerly awaiting Lauren to accept his invitation.

She laughed, the tension easing slightly. "You're incorrigible."

"Only for you," he said, his voice softening. "But seriously, I want you here. I want to show you a good time, and I want to see where this goes. No pressure, just us."

Lauren took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Okay, I'll do it," she said finally, her heart racing at the thought. "I'll come to Liverpool."

"There you go!" Trent's voice lit up with excitement. "If you promise to stay as sexy as you are, I promise to show you an incredible time in my city."

"Your city?" Lauren asked teasingly.

As a former soccer player whose career had taken her across the globe, she knew firsthand that Trent wasn't exaggerating, but she enjoyed their flirtatious back and forth.

"I'm the man in Liverpool," Trent laughed making Lauren do the same.

"I'm sure you are, but I'll let you go now." She said with a playful tone, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I need to book my flight and figure out what to pack."

"I'll handle all of that for you and send you the details, all you need to do is get here," Trent said confidently. "I'll arrange for a car to pick you up from the airport. Just focus on looking stunning when you arrive."

"Wow, you are going all out, aren't you?" Lauren replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of his efforts. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," he assured her, his tone sincere. "I just want you here with me."

"Are you okay to catch an early morning flight?" Trent asked after a few moments of silence on both ends of the call.

"Early morning is perfect, I'm going to have to pack my bag really quickly and then go to bed if I don't want to look like a zombie tomorrow when I get to Liverpool." She rambled.

"I've seen you after a long night and zombie wasn't the first thing I thought when I woke up beside you," Trent said smoothly, casting his mind back to the morning after their first encounter.

Lauren felt her cheeks heat up at the memory. "You're just saying that to flatter me," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide her smile.

"Not at all," Trent insisted, his voice warm and genuine. "You looked stunning, even with messy hair and sleepy eyes. You're adorable."

"Adorable? That's not exactly the word I'd use to describe myself," she laughed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and delight.

"Trust me, it works for you," he said, his tone playful. "But, get some rest tonight, okay?"

"Alright, I'll try," she promised, already feeling the excitement bubbling inside her. "But I can't make any guarantees."

"Just do your best," he replied, his voice low and teasing. "And remember, I'm here waiting on you."

"Now you're really laying it on thick," Lauren said, shaking her head, though she couldn't help but smile.

"Only because I want you to feel as excited as I am," he said, his sincerity shining through. "This is going to be fun, I promise."

"Fun, huh? I'll hold you to that," she said, feeling a thrill of anticipation. "Okay, I need to get off the phone and start packing."

"Go for it. I'll text you the details for the car and everything else you need," Trent said. "And don't forget to text me when you land. I want to know the second you touch down in Liverpool."

"Will do," Lauren replied, her heart racing at the thought of seeing him again. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

"Believe it," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to see you, Lauren. Just you and me, finally."

"Finally," she echoed, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "Alright, I'll talk to you soon."

"Talk soon," Trent said, and she could hear the smile in his voice as they hung up.

As Lauren set about packing her bag, she couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration coursing through her. This was a leap into the unknown, but it felt right. She was ready to embrace whatever came next, especially if it meant being with Trent again.

With each item she folded into her suitcase, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves. What would it be like to spend a night with him in his space? Would things between them be awkward when they were face to face again?

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. No need to overthink it. She was going to Liverpool for one night of fun, and she intended to enjoy every moment of it.

After packing her essentials, heels, her Chanel sneakers and a few outfit choices, she set her alarm for the early morning flight and climbed into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Trent and the adventure that awaited her.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, Lauren found her best friend's number unsure of if she needed to be hyped up or talked down about travelling to Liverpool to visit Trent.

After their first night together, Ashley was the first person Lauren thought to call and share the news with. Ashley had been her confidante through all the ups and downs of her love life, and Lauren knew she needed her input now more than ever.

"Hey, mama! What's up?" Ashley answered, her voice bright and cheerful.

"Hey, Ash. So, I did something a little crazy," Lauren said, biting her lip as she paced the room.

"Oh? Do tell!" Ashley replied, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm flying to Liverpool to see Trent," Lauren confessed, her heart racing at the admission.

There was a brief pause on the other end before Ashley squealed, "Oh my God, Lauren! That's amazing! When?"

"Tomorrow morning," Lauren said, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. "He's sending a private jet to pick me up from Charles De Gaulle."

"Wow, look at you! Getting tricked on!" Ashley exclaimed. "So, what's the plan? Are you two going to have a spend time together? Maybe a little... you know?"

"Yeah, that's the idea," Lauren admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But I'm also kind of freaking out. What if it's awkward? The previous two times were super spontaneous, what if the vibe isn't there?"

"Listen, you've already had sex with him. You know there's chemistry," Ashley reassured her. "This could be the start of something or just a quick trip for some good sex. Just go with the flow and enjoy it!"

"I know, but what if things are weird? I mean, we had fun in London, but what if everything just feels off?" Lauren said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Lauren, you deserve to have fun and enjoy yourself, fuck the small details! You've been working so hard. Don't overthink it," Ashley urged. "Just take it one step at a time. If it feels right, go for it!"

"Okay, you're right," Lauren said, feeling a little more at ease. "I just need to let go of my worries and enjoy the moment."

"I've been telling you that since we were kids," Ashley said teasingly. "Pack a few cute outfit choices and go and live your movie, if Trent didn't want you he wouldn't be flying you to him in the morning."

Lauren chuckled at Ashley's enthusiasm, feeling a wave of reassurance wash over her. "You always know how to hype me up. I just hope I don't make a fool of myself."

"You won't," Ashley insisted. "Just remember, confidence is key. You're a catch, and if he's flying you out, he knows it too. Just be yourself, and everything will fall into place."

"Thanks, Ash. I needed that," Lauren said, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I'll keep you updated, okay?"

"Absolutely! Text me the moment you land. I want all the juicy details!" Ashley replied, her excitement palpable.

"Deal," Lauren said, feeling a renewed sense of excitement. "I'll make sure to send you a play-by-play."

"Good! Now go get some sleep. You've got a big day ahead of you!" Ashley encouraged teasingly.

"Right, sleep. I'll try," Lauren replied, glancing at the clock. "Thanks for being my cheerleader, as always."

"Anytime! You know I'm your biggest fan," Ashley said warmly. "Now go, before I keep you on the phone all night!"

"Okay, okay! I'm hanging up now," Lauren laughed, feeling lighter after their conversation. "Talk soon!"

"Can't wait! Bye!" Ashley said, and they hung up.

As she lay there, her mind raced with thoughts of Trent and the adventure that awaited her. Would they pick up right where they left off? Would it feel just as thrilling as before?

With a smile on her face, she closed her eyes, letting the anticipation wash over her. She was ready for this new chapter, ready to see where the day would take them.

The next morning, Lauren woke up to her alarm blaring. She groaned, rolling over to silence it, but the excitement quickly replaced her sleepiness. Today was the day.

After a quick shower and a light breakfast, she finished getting ready, carefully applying her makeup and styling her hair. She dressed in a comfortable outfit for the flight, opting for a pair of leggings and a soft button-up sweater that were both incredibly casual, but did an amazing job of accentuating her figure.

With her suitcase in hand, she headed out the door, her heart racing with anticipation. The car Trent had arranged to take her to the airport was waiting for her outside, and she felt a wave of excitement wash over her as she climbed in.

"Good morning, Miss," the driver said with a smile as he opened the door for her, his accent thick but welcoming.

"Good morning!" Lauren replied, her nerves bubbling beneath the surface.

As they drove to the airport, she couldn't help but think about what awaited her in Liverpool. Would Trent be waiting for her with that charming smile? Would they pick up right where they left off, or would the dynamic shift now that they were in his territory?

The driver pulled up to the terminal, and Lauren took a deep breath, stepping out of the car. She grabbed her suitcase and made her way inside, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves.

After checking in and going through security, she found a quiet spot to sit and wait for her flight. She pulled out her phone and sent Trent a quick text, "On my way! Can't wait to see you!"

Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with a reply, "Counting down the minutes!"

As she boarded the plane, Lauren felt a rush of exhilaration. This was it. She was taking a leap, and she was ready to see where it would lead.

The flight was quick, and before she knew it, they were landing in Liverpool. As the plane touched down, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves come over her. She grabbed her bag and made her way to the exit, her heart racing with anticipation.

Once she stepped into the terminal, she quickly texted Trent, "Just landed."

"Welcome to Liverpool!" the driver said as he greeted her outside the airport. "I was sent to collect you and drop you off."

"Thank you!" Lauren replied, feeling a rush of excitement as she climbed into the car.

As they drove through the city, she took in the sights, her heart racing at the thought of seeing Trent again. The anticipation was almost overwhelming, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of what was to come.

When they finally arrived at Trent's place, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. The driver opened the door for her, and she stepped out, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Here we are," he smiled, as Lauren took in her surroundings.

Trent's mansion was absolutely stunning, tucked away in a quiet corner of Liverpool, surrounded by lush greenery and a beautifully manicured garden. The exterior was a blend of modern architecture and classic charm, with large windows that hinted at the elegance within.

"Wow," Lauren breathed, taking a moment to appreciate the view. "This place is incredible.”

"It is," the driver agreed, gesturing for her to follow him to the front door. He knocked lightly, and within moments, the door swung open to reveal Trent, his face lighting up with a smile, showing off his perfect rows of teeth.

"Lauren!" he exclaimed, stepping forward to pull her into a warm embrace. The scent of his cologne enveloped her, and she felt a rush of comfort and desire all at once.

"Hey, you," she said, pulling back to look at him. He looked even more handsome in person, dressed casually in a fitted t-shit and sweats that accentuated his muscular arms and torso.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, gesturing for her to step inside, before turning his attention to his driver to thank him for picking Lauren up and closing the door behind them.

"This definitely wouldn't be considered humble, but thank you for the welcome," she smiled softly as their eyes met, her cheeks warming as Trent broke their gaze, his eyes falling to her plump lips before finding hers again.

Trent had every intention of responding to Lauren's playful comment, but the way he felt as he observed her in his space rendered him speechless for the moment.

He didn't think the image of her standing in the entryway of his home would turn him on just as much as it currently was.

He took a moment to appreciate the way the soft fabric of her sweater hugged her curves and how her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. It was as if she had stepped straight out of his fantasies and into his reality, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Would you like to get settled?" Trent drawled, reaching for her bag so he could carry it. A chill ran down his spine as their fingers grazed, the lingering a little longer than necessary.

"Yes please,"

Lauren replied, her heart racing as she followed him further into the house. The interior was just as stunning as the exterior, with high ceilings, modern art adorning the walls, and an open floor plan that made the space feel inviting and warm.

Trent led her to a beautifully decorated guest room, complete with a plush bed, a small seating area, and large windows that overlooked the garden. "This is your room," he said, setting her bag down. "Make yourself at home."

"Wow, this is lovely," Lauren said, stepping inside and taking in the cozy atmosphere. "You really went all out." She blushed taking in the lit candles around the guest bedroom.

"I didn't want to be forward and assume you'd sleep in my bed," Trent said with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe. "But I figured you'd appreciate a nice space to unwind."

Lauren chuckled, feeling a mix of warmth and excitement at his words. "I do. It's beautiful."

"Although, I'd sleep in your bed if you wanted me to," she continued barely above a whisper, her nipples hardening beneath her sweater as she came to stand in front of Trent.

He wasn't an incredibly tall man, but he was tall enough to dwarf Lauren, and although their height difference was something she'd taken notice of, his was his muscular build that she'd caught herself daydreaming about at random times after their first encounter. The way his strong hands gripped her as he treated her body as though it belonged to him.

Trent's eyes darkened with desire at her words, and he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was an unmistakable seriousness behind it.

Lauren felt her breath hitch in her throat, the heat radiating between them palpable. "Maybe," she replied, her heart racing as she met his gaze. The playful banter had shifted into something more intense, and she could feel the chemistry crackling in the air.

"Because if it is, I might just take you up on that offer," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

She swallowed hard, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. "I mean, I am only here for one night..." she trailed off, her mind racing with possibilities.

Trent stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. "Exactly. Just one night. We should make the most of it." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin.

Lauren felt her cheeks flush as she leaned into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. "We should," she said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"I've wanted you for weeks," Trent started, fighting hard against the urge to rip her clothes off and toss her onto the bed. "Now I have you here, I want to take my time."

Lauren's breath caught in her throat at his words, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. The way he looked at her, with that intense gaze filled with desire.

Raising his hand to her chest, Trent gently grazed a finger over her hardened right nipple, before raising his hand higher to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"You're perfect," he murmured.

Lauren felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her body responding to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. The warmth of his hand lingered on her skin, igniting a fire within her that she had been trying to suppress. "Trent..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching now, the air thick with tension. "I want to savour every moment with you," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I've waited too long for this."

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt. Instead, all she found was desire—raw and unfiltered. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her curiosity piqued, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Trent's gaze darkened further, and he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. "How about we start with a little wine, some snacks and a movie in the lounge?"

Lauren felt a thrill of excitement at the suggestion, her mind racing with possibilities. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Lead the way."

Trent took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he guided her through the spacious living area. The decor was modern yet cozy, with plush sofas and art pieces that spoke of his personality. She couldn't help but admire the way he had curated his space, making it feel inviting and warm.

As they reached the kitchen, Trent opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses with practised ease. "I hope you like Merlot," he said, handing her a glass.

"I do," Lauren replied, taking a sip and savouring the rich flavour. "This is nice."

"Now for the snacks," Trent smirked, taking hold of her hand so he could lead her into his pantry.

"I know first-hand, as an athlete working hard to keep your body in shape is part of the job role, but the fact you're completely chiselled and your pantry looks like this is crazy," Lauren said teasingly, clutching her glass as she looked up at Trent.

Trent chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "What can I say? I like to indulge now and then. Balance is key, right?" He gestured to the array of gourmet snacks he had.

"Okay, I'll give you that," Lauren said, her mouth watering at the sight.

Grabbing a few things to snack on, Lauren allowed Trent to lead her out of his pantry and into his lounge, placing his glass of wine on a coffee table that sat adjacent to his plush, sprawling sofa.

Allowing her to get comfortable first, Trent grabbed the television remote and a blanket before joining Lauren on the sofa. He settled in beside her, the warmth of his body radiating against her side, sending a thrill through her.

"Alright, let's see what we have here," he said, flipping through the channels before finally settling on a romantic comedy. "I think this will be a good choice to start with."

Lauren smiled, feeling the tension in the air shift slightly as the opening credits rolled. She took a sip of her wine, glancing sideways at Trent, who was focused on the screen but occasionally stealing glances at her.

As the movie played, they shared snacks and laughter, the atmosphere light and easy. Lauren found herself relaxing more with each passing moment, the initial nerves fading away.

"See? This isn't so bad," Trent said, nudging her playfully with his shoulder. "Just two friends enjoying a movie together."

"Friends, huh?" Lauren replied, raising an eyebrow. "I thought we were more acquaintances."

Trent turned to her, a smirk playing on his lips. "In that case, you're the only acquaintance I have ever met who turns me on just by being in my space."

Lauren felt her cheeks heat up at his words, a mix of flattery and excitement coursing through her. "Is that so?" she replied, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the smile creeping onto her face. "I must be doing something right then."

"Oh, you're definitely doing something right," Trent said, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "It's not just your looks, though. It's the way you carry yourself, the way you laugh. It's intoxicating."

"Now you're just trying to flatter me," Lauren said, her voice teasing as she took another sip of her wine.

"Maybe a little," he admitted, a playful grin spreading across his face. "But I'm also being honest. I've been looking forward to this for weeks."

"Me too," she confessed, her heart fluttering at the thought. "I just hope I don't disappoint."

"Trust me, you won't," he said, his tone serious now. "Just be yourself. That's all I want."

Lauren felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She leaned back against the sofa, feeling more at ease as the movie played on. They shared playful banter throughout, their laughter filling the room and creating a comfortable atmosphere.

As the film reached a particularly romantic scene, Lauren felt the tension shift again. Trent turned to her, his expression serious, and she could feel the air thickening between them.

"Do you believe in chemistry?" he asked, his voice low and earnest.

"I think I do," she replied, her heart racing.

"Good," he said, leaning in slightly closer. "Because I think ours is fucking crazy."

Lauren's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, the intensity of his eyes sending shivers down her spine. "What do you want to do about it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Trent's gaze flickered to her lips before returning to her eyes. "I want to explore it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see where this leads us."

"Tonight?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Tonight," he confirmed, his voice steady. "But only if you're ready."

Lauren felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. She had come here for a reason, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. "I want to," she said, her voice firm.

"Good," he replied, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Can I kiss you now?"

"Yes,"

With that, Trent leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Lauren felt her heart race as she melted into him, the warmth of his body enveloping her. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within her that she had been trying to suppress.

Trent's hand slipped down her back, stopping just shy of her ass as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her leggings, ready to peel them off of her.

Lauren moaned when she felt his tongue gently coaxing her lips apart, inviting her to deepen the kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as she pulled him closer.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment. The movie played on in the background, but neither of them paid it any mind. All that mattered was the heat building between them, the undeniable chemistry that had been simmering since their first encounter.

Trent's hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Lauren felt a thrill run through her as she pressed herself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body against hers. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he responded to her touch, and it only fueled her desire.

"God, you're incredible," he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and inviting. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," Lauren admitted, her heart racing as she pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "I just didn't know if it would actually happen."

"Neither did I," Trent confessed, his gaze intense. "But now that you're here....," he trailed off, his hands firmly gripping her ass as he looked up into her eyes from his seat beneath her.

Lauren felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks at his words, the intensity of his gaze making her pulse quicken. The way he held her, so possessively yet tenderly, sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing in around them, and it was exhilarating.

"Now that I'm here..." she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart racing as she leaned in closer, their lips almost touching again. "What do you want to do?"

Trent's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers once more, this time with more urgency. "I want to have you in every way I possibly can," he murmured against her lips, his breath mingling with hers.

Lauren's breath hitched at his words, the promise of what was to come igniting a fire within her. "Then have me," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

With that, Trent surged forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that sent sparks flying. His hands roamed her body, exploring the curves he had dreamed of touching since the last time he saw her.

As they kissed, Lauren felt herself getting lost in the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their bubble of desire.

Pulling away from her lips, Trent reached for one of the buttons holding together her sweater, his fingers deftly working to undo it. "I want to see you," he said, his voice low and filled with a mix of urgency and reverence.

Lauren's heart raced as she felt the cool air hit her skin, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the chill. "Trent..." she breathed, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her.

"Trust me," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. "I promise to take my time."

With that, he slowly pushed the fabric aside, revealing her small, but beautifully rounded breasts, all but salivating at the sight of them.

Trent's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Lauren, her skin glowing under the soft light of the room. The delicate lace of her bra contrasted beautifully with her smooth skin, and he felt a surge of desire wash over him.

You can find the rest of Chapter 1 and all ten chapters of the story so far via the link above.

[mattsunsdollie]

Thinking about trent coming home from a particularly exhausting game. Keeping your relationship private you settle with supporting him from the comfort of his home, wearing his jersey of course.

He wasn’t sure if it was because the image of having you arched on all fours last night that kept popping in his head. Or you prancing around his home wearing his jersey with the tiniest shorts on the planet. Either way he was hardly able to concentrate in the game.

He always came straight home to you after games, but tonight he was doing 60 in a 35 zone. Eager couldn’t even describe how much his desire was for you. When he finally made his way through the house, looking for you and finding you sprawled on the couch still wearing the jersey.

Grabbing your ankle and dragging you closer to him. Feeling his large body pressed against you, you feel his erection on the outside of your leg “Need it now love, don’t mind if I play rough with you right?”

[paddockletters]

chihiro | trent alexander-arnold

request:Can you please write something for Trent inspired by chihiro something angst when Trent becomes distant toward the reader (gf or wife ) and less attentive . But she still gives him all of her but soon realizes that it breaks her, and it breaks her more because he hasn't realized pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader summary: You find yourself in a heart-wrenching struggle as Trent pulls away, leaving you to question your worth. Despite your devotion, his distance shatters your spirit. As you confront the painful truth, a life-changing decision awaits, forcing you to choose between love and self-preservation. warnings: angst, gaslighting author's note: i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it, ... Well, as I always say... english is not my first language so sorry me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me— and my requests are open!👀

I’ve been feeling it for a while now—the distance, the way Trent pulls away without even realizing it. At first, I thought it was just me being too sensitive, that maybe I was expecting too much. But as the days went on, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. He was no longer the person who used to look at me like I was his entire world. Now, it felt like I was just... there.

I remember the early days, the way he used to hold me so tight, like he was afraid I’d disappear. I’d catch him staring at me with that boyish smile of his, and he’d say, "What? Can’t I look at my girl?" I’d laugh and tell him he was ridiculous, but I loved it. I loved the way he made me feel seen, loved, important. That version of Trent feels like a distant memory now.

Now? Now he barely looks at me.

The other night, I tried to talk to him—really talk. I had been holding it in for too long, trying to give him space, hoping he’d notice on his own that something was wrong. But he didn’t. So, I brought it up, carefully, not wanting to start a fight.

"Trent," I said, sitting on the couch while he scrolled through his phone, "I feel like we’re not… us anymore."

He glanced up, brow furrowing for a moment before looking back at his screen. "What do you mean?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just… I miss you. I miss how we used to be. Lately, it feels like you’re a million miles away, even when you’re sitting right next to me."

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I’ve been busy. You know that."

"I know, but…" I hesitated. "It’s more than that, Trent. I feel like I’m losing you, and I don’t know how to fix it."

His response was so simple, so dismissive. "You’re overthinking it."

Overthinking it. That’s what he said. And maybe I was, but it didn’t change the fact that I felt like I was pouring everything I had into this relationship while he was barely giving me scraps in return.

I gave him a small, sad smile, hoping it would break through his detachment. "I’m not trying to push you away, I just want… I just want us to be close again."

Trent shifted uncomfortably, clearly not in the mood for a deep conversation. "We’re fine. I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of this."

The silence that followed his words was suffocating. I remember how my chest tightened, and I had to fight back the tears threatening to spill over. Why couldn’t he see it? Why couldn’t he see that I was breaking right in front of him?

There was a time he would come home, exhausted from training, and still find the energy to cuddle up with me on the couch, kissing my forehead, telling me about his day. I remember one evening after a tough match, he had pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me, and whispered, "You’re the best part of my day, you know that?"

But those days feel like they belong to a different lifetime now.

Another night, I cooked his favorite meal, hoping it would spark something between us—bring him back to me. He came home late, as usual, tired and distracted. He barely glanced at the dinner I’d spent hours preparing.

"Thanks," he muttered, barely looking at the table. He grabbed a plate and sat down, eyes glued to the TV, like I wasn’t even there.

I sat across from him, pushing my food around my plate, trying to find the courage to say something, but the words died in my throat. It wasn’t just that he was distant; it was like I had become invisible to him.

When did it get this bad? I wondered, feeling a heaviness in my chest. The love I had for him was still there, burning painfully bright, but it was slowly killing me to keep holding on when he wasn’t holding on to me.

And then came the night it all fell apart.

I couldn’t sleep. I had spent hours lying next to him, staring at the ceiling, my heart aching with the weight of everything left unsaid. I needed to say something, to make him understand, but I didn’t know how.

I slipped out of bed and went to the living room, sitting in the dark, hugging my knees to my chest. I must have been there for a while because, at some point, Trent came out, rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you out here?" His voice was groggy, but there was no concern in it. Just exhaustion.

I looked up at him, tears already spilling down my cheeks. "I can’t do this anymore, Trent."

He frowned, confused. "Do what?"

"This." I gestured between us. "Us. Whatever this has become. I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not. I’m breaking, Trent, and you don’t even see it."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "What do you want me to say? I’m doing the best I can."

"But your best isn’t enough anymore," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I’ve given you everything—my love, my time, my heart—and I’m still left feeling like I’m not enough. Like I’m the only one fighting for us."

He sat down across from me, sighing heavily. "I don’t know what you want from me."

"I want you to care," I said, my voice breaking. "I want you to look at me the way you used to. I want to feel like I matter to you again."

There was a long silence. I stared at him, hoping—praying—that he would say something, anything, to make me feel like I hadn’t lost him completely. But all he did was look away, rubbing his face in frustration.

And that was it. That was the moment I knew. He didn’t have it in him anymore, and I couldn’t keep pouring my love into someone who wasn’t willing to do the same.

"I love you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "But I can’t keep hurting like this."

He looked at me, his eyes finally softening, but it was too late. "I don’t want to lose you."

I smiled sadly through my tears. "You already have."

That night, after Trent and I sat in silence, I knew it wasn’t just a phase. It wasn’t going to change overnight or even at all. The weight of it all was too much, and I didn’t know how to carry it anymore. My hands were shaking as I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts. I needed to talk to someone—someone who might understand.

My thumb hovered over my best friend's name, Jess. I hadn’t told her much about what had been going on, mainly because I didn’t want to admit how bad things were. But now, it was like the dam had broken, and I needed to get it all out.

I hit call.

She picked up after a couple of rings, her voice groggy. "Hey, what’s up? It’s late, everything okay?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady my voice. "Not really."

Her tone shifted instantly, becoming more alert. "What happened? Is it Trent?"

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. "Yeah. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore, Jess. It’s like I don’t exist to him. I love him so much, but I feel like I’m losing myself in the process of holding on to him."

There was a pause on the other end. Jess wasn’t one to sugarcoat things, but she also wasn’t the type to push unless I was ready.

"Has he said anything about how he feels? Have you guys talked?" she asked cautiously.

"We tried. Well, I tried. It’s like he doesn’t even see the problem. He keeps saying I’m overthinking it, that I’m making a big deal out of nothing. But it’s not nothing, Jess. It’s killing me."

There was another silence, and then she let out a deep sigh. "Babe, you deserve someone who sees you, who cares enough to put in the effort. I know you love him, but if he’s not giving you anything to hold on to, what are you supposed to do?"

I leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "I don’t know. I don’t know if I can keep doing this. I want to believe things will get better, but he’s so... distant. Like he’s already gone, and I’m the only one holding on."

Jess’s voice softened. "Have you thought about what would happen if you walked away?"

My breath caught in my throat. I had thought about it—many times. But actually doing it? The idea felt like ripping my own heart out. "Yeah. I’ve thought about it. But I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let him go."

“You are. You’re stronger than you think,” she said firmly. “But don’t make any decisions until you’re sure. Give it some time, see if he changes. But if he doesn’t... you deserve better, and you know that.”

The next day, I found myself dialing a number I hadn’t used in a while—Trent’s mom. She and I had always gotten along, and part of me wondered if she could help, if maybe she’d seen this side of him before.

"Hello?" Her warm, familiar voice answered, and for a moment, I felt a little less alone.

"Hey, it’s me," I said quietly.

"Oh, sweetheart, it’s so good to hear from you! How are you?"

I hesitated, my voice catching in my throat. "Not great, to be honest."

She paused, clearly sensing the heaviness in my tone. "Is everything okay with you and Trent?"

I let out a shaky breath, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilling over. "I don’t know. I feel like I’ve lost him. He’s been so distant, and I don’t know how to reach him. I don’t know what to do anymore."

She was silent for a moment, and then she sighed. "I’m so sorry, love. I’ve noticed he’s been a bit off lately, but I didn’t want to interfere. You know how he is—sometimes he gets so wrapped up in his own world that he doesn’t realize how it affects the people around him."

"Yeah," I whispered, wiping my eyes. "But I feel like I’m breaking, and he doesn’t even see it."

“Have you told him this? Really told him?” she asked gently.

"I tried. I told him how I felt, but he just brushes it off, like I’m overreacting."

There was a long pause before she spoke again, her voice soft. "I know he loves you. He may not show it the way you need right now, but I know he does. But if he’s not making you feel loved, if he’s not making you feel like you matter, you have to think about what’s best for you. You can’t keep giving and giving until there’s nothing left of yourself."

Her words hit me like a punch to the chest because they were the truth I hadn’t wanted to face. I couldn’t keep pouring everything I had into Trent if he wasn’t willing to meet me halfway.

"I don’t know what to do," I admitted, my voice breaking. "I don’t want to lose him, but I can’t keep living like this."

"No one can tell you what to do, love. Only you know what’s right for you. But whatever you decide, you deserve to be happy. Don’t settle for less than that."

That night, after talking to Trent’s mom, I lay in bed next to him, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. The silence between us was louder than ever, and for the first time, I wondered if this was how it was always going to be. If I was going to spend the rest of my life feeling like a ghost in my own relationship.

I thought back to the last time we’d had a real conversation—weeks ago, maybe more. I had asked for space, told him I needed some time to clear my head, to figure things out for myself. I had been so overwhelmed by everything then, but I thought that maybe stepping away, even for a little while, would make me feel better.

"I need to be alone for a bit," I had said quietly, standing in the doorway of our bedroom, my hand still gripping the edge of the doorframe.

He’d looked at me, his face unreadable, but nodded. "Take your time."

It had been a relief at first. I had gone for a long walk, let my thoughts run wild as I tried to make sense of what had been happening between us. I’d told myself that once I came back, we could figure things out, rebuild what had been crumbling.

But when I returned that night, the house had felt different. Colder. Like something essential had disappeared. And Trent… he wasn’t there in the way I needed him to be. Physically, yes, he was there. But emotionally, mentally? It was like he had already checked out. I had walked back into the same room, into the same life, but somehow, I was the one who felt lost.

Now, as I lay beside him, I could still feel that same emptiness between us. I rolled over, my back to him, blinking back tears as I whispered, "I miss you."

He didn’t respond. I don’t even think he heard me.

And that’s when I knew—I had taken a break, hoping to come back to something familiar, something that we could still fix. But instead, I had returned to someone who was already gone.

Weeks passed after that night. The silence between us only grew, consuming every corner of our relationship. I kept hoping—foolishly—that maybe something would change, that Trent would look at me the way he used to, or that he would finally notice the cracks that had been widening for months. But nothing came. No words, no apologies, no acknowledgment of the distance that had turned us from lovers into strangers.

One morning, I woke up and knew. It was like the weight of everything had finally sunk deep enough for me to let go. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep waiting for him to realize how much this was breaking me. So, I packed my things in silence. The room felt eerily calm, like it knew what was coming before I did.

Trent was at training, and for the first time, I was glad he wasn’t there. I didn’t have the strength to explain myself again, to beg for him to see me, to see us—the version of us that once existed. I left him a note on the bed, my hand trembling as I wrote the words that had been festering inside me for weeks.

"I can’t do this anymore. I gave you everything I had, but somewhere along the way, you stopped giving me anything back. I love you, Trent, but I love myself too much to keep breaking for someone who doesn’t even realize I’m shattered. Take care of yourself. Goodbye."

I walked out the door, my chest tight with pain, but for the first time in months, there was also a small sense of relief. I hadn’t felt this light in ages, even if it was paired with heartbreak. The hardest part was over. I was leaving.

"I guess this is it," I had said, my voice barely a whisper.

Now, weeks later, I sat in my new apartment, staring out the window as the city buzzed below. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. The space around me was mine, filled with my own choices, my own life. But the ache in my chest was still there, lingering like a bruise that hadn’t quite healed.

It took time—too much time—but I finally realized something that had been staring me in the face all along. I had been waiting for him to notice me, to care enough to fight for us, but Trent had already made his choice. He’d been gone long before I ever walked out that door.

And now, after everything, I was the one who was finally gone. And for the first time in weeks, I realized… I wasn’t going to come back.

Then, one evening, while scrolling through my phone, I saw a text from a number I almost didn’t recognize anymore. It was Trent.

"I didn’t realize until now. You were gone, and I didn’t even notice. I’m sorry… for everything."

I stared at the message for a long time, feeling the tears pool in my eyes, but I didn’t reply. Because now, it was too late.

He had finally realized. But I was already gone.

[furybymoonlight]

Master of Assists

gifs by @trenty

Trent was a master of assists, both on the field and between the sheets.

Genre/Warning: NSFW!, smut, comfort, fluff, make-up sex (kind of)

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/reader

***

“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

The man kissed and nibbled on her lips, palms glided up along her thighs enticingly before slipping beneath her dress to finally squeezed her arse. Every fine hair on her body stood up, her pain dimmed at the spark of erotic sensation that he was giving her.

“You’re in pain babe…just…let me assist you. I am good at that…..haven’t you heard?”

***

AN: Unbeta’d. Sorry in advance for any errors as I’m not a native. I just write for fun (and sanity). This was supposed to be a drabble but all the words just kept pouring out. OTL

Another wave of pain punched her in the gut, but she tried her best to keep the smile on her face, nodding here and there to look like she was following the conversation with her aunts and cousins. God, the days leading up to her monthly period were the worst. All she wanted was to curl up in the bed with her boyfriend, with a cup of tea on the bedside and a heat pad on her belly. This was not possible at the moment because one, she was currently celebrating her mother’s birthday party with families and friends and two, she was currently at odds with her man.

She stole a look at her boyfriend from the corner of her eyes, who was currently talking with his father and hers, as well as some of her uncles. Wearing a dark lime dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and khaki-colored trousers, he looked so handsome. Then again, Trent had always looked amazing in everything…and nothing. Now…if only they were on speaking terms...

Her stomach suddenly twisted again, painful enough that she wished she had a seat at that moment, but it wasn’t her day. Being such a social butterfly, her mom had reserved a small courtyard in a restaurant for a standing garden party. There were a few seats, but they were all taken by the elders. The muscles in her belly contracted again and this time she winced, almost stumbled to the side. She really needed to sit down. Excusing herself from the conversation, she made her way towards the restaurant building.

Trent saw her smiling from the side and had to hold himself back not to go straight to her. She looked so beautiful, he was itching to trace the smile on her face with his fingertips…then his lips, but the memory of their fight last night held him back.

They didn’t fight often as a couple. Being long-time best friends turned lovers, their understanding of each other was on the next level of intimate. Since she was currently studying abroad, they physically had little time together. It was not easy, but they made it work, and whenever they could be together, they usually made the most of it.

Their fight the night before was a rare occurrence. Now that they’re entering the second year of their relationship, Trent felt like it was time to go public. Sure, their families and close friends had known about them for a long time, but he wanted to make it official to the world. He was tired of being careful with her in public, didn’t like treating her as if she was just a family friend. He was also fed up with their hidden dates as well. She on the other hand, didn’t think it was the right time. Having entered her last term in Uni, she was focusing on her final project and finding a job. The last thing she needed was to have public eyes scrutinizing her every move. Neither of them wanted to back down, and they both said some words to each other that they instantly regretted. However, pride prevented them to instantly rectify the matters, which led to the still unresolved tension between them.

He replied to a question from his father before taking another glance at her. It was then that he realized something was not right. Her smile seemed forced, while her eyes lacked their usual luster. He felt a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach when the next second, she swayed a bit to the side. She recovered quickly that it wasn’t obvious for the people in her circle of conversation, but he was just so in tune with her, that for him, it was as clear as day. He was beginning to walk towards her when she made her exit from the courtyard in a haste.

Dropping down to the first available chair that she saw, a sigh of relief left her mouth. The courtyard and the building were connected by a hallway with a few chairs and tables along the strip, as well as restrooms. As it was past lunchtime, the area was currently empty, of which she was grateful. She closed her eyes, leaning against the back rest. It was almost summer, so the weather was warm, but the softly blowing wind gave her a bit of comfort. The calling of her name, accompanied by a familiar scent, her favorite, made her open her eyes.

“Babe…are you okay? Should we go to a doctor?”

She found Trent kneeling in front of her, worry apparent in his dark coffee eyes. She gave him a small reassuring smile.

“Not really…but I’ll live, just my PMS kicking in.”

She winced again as her stomach coiled.

“You’re in pain. Do you want to go home?”

He said softly, cupping her face in one palm, thumb pad softly brushed her cheeks to soothe her. She was his princess, he didn’t like seeing her in even a bit of discomfort.

‘’Can’t. Have to stay at least until the cake cutting.’’

She muttered, closing her eyes again while leaning her face against his large palm, seeking comfort in his warmth.

“How can I help?”

“Cuddling with me in bed…giving me a heatpad, or hot tea, or better, orgasm…lots of things really, none for now though, pity.”

She said without even thinking, her eyes still shut.

“Orgasm huh?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she found her boyfriend looking at her, dark autumn eyes glinted with desire and mischief.

“Well yes, but we can’t-”

She squealed before covering her mouth with one hand as he swept her in his arms. Ten seconds later they were in an empty restroom, where he easily put her on the counter between the dual sinks. Her dress bunched up her thighs as he parted her legs so he could stand between her lower limbs.

“Trent, no, this is crazy.”

The man kissed and nibbled on her lips, palms glided up along her thighs enticingly before slipping beneath her dress to finally squeezed her arse. Every fine hair on her body stood up, her pain dimmed at the spark of erotic sensation that he was giving her.

“You’re in pain babe…just…let me assist you. I am good at that…..haven’t you heard?”

He said against her lips, before trailing kisses along her jawline, then further along the column of her neck. She instinctively tilted her head to accommodate him. Her mind already shutting down, she didn’t realize that he had sneakily unbuttoned the front of her dress.

“Well…you’re kind of a master at that…or so they said – babe!”

She squealed as he countered her cheeky response with a bite on the swell of her breast.

“Or so they said? I guess I need to prove my ability to you then.”

His hand already slipped around her back to unclip her bra but she stilled his movement, though half-heartedly.

“Baby…somebody may walk in.”

He could see the warring conflict in her pretty orbs and in the way her tongue swiped her bottom lip due to her anxiousness. She didn’t mean to tempt him, but he instantly felt himself hardened even more at that simple act. As if he ever needed any more incentive to ravish her. They once had a random debate on what’s the best pressure level for his car summer tire where she stared at him for a second too long, lips adorably jutted in disagreement and suddenly, there was a literal pressure against his jeans. He was so whipped for her, it was almost laughable.

“I’ve locked the door…now stop thinking…just let me take care of you love, all right?”

His palm gently unknotted the tense muscles on her back and she sighed in bliss, her body relaxing under his touch. He bared her breasts then, taking one hard peak into his mouth, fingers slipping into her slick entrance. He groaned into her creamy flesh, she was already soaked, a bit faster than he had predicted. Looked like her PMS came with a silver lining.

She tugged his head back, hissing as he bit on the hardened tip, reluctant to let the pebbled bud go. She tugged harder and he reluctantly let go.

‘’Need you in me, now.’’

She said in almost a plea. There was a sense of yearning in her tone that called to his primal side. Anything she wished for, he’d provide.

His trousers and pants down in record time, he pushed her panties to the side and plunged into her in one smooth move. He grunted silently. God, she felt so perfect around him, being in her was his literal definition of heaven. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him, urging him to move with a sway of her hip. He moved then, thrusting into her again and again, wordlessly leading her in their carnal dance.

Pleasure scorched her insides, pulsating stronger with every slam from him that it threatened to burn her to ashes. A drop of sweat trickled down Trent’s temple, along his defined jawline and she couldn’t resist a lick. His eyes flared at her sensuous act, the rhythm of his thrusts growing erratic.

A loud mewl just left her mouth when the conversing sound of people nearby reached them. Their eyes widened, bodies froze for a few seconds, but then she saw his smirk and her inner muscle clenched in response. Oh, she just instinctively knew he was going to do something that she loved and hated at the same time. Pulling himself out, he made her stand before turning her around so they both faced the mirror. Her legs trembled and she put her hands on the counter to stabilize herself. He spread her legs before burrowing into her again from behind, grazing her sweet spot immediately, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her which was thankfully muffled by his left palm. Meanwhile, his right hand fondled her breasts, alternating between squeezing and pinching the twin mounds. His eyes locked on hers through the mirror, his low whisper on her ear sent a bone-deep pleasure straight to her core.

“You’re so responsive today….I love it…but you have to be careful baby, can’t let anyone other than me hear your pretty moans all right.”

She nodded and he released her mouth, left hand skimmed over her abdomen before settled over her flooded center, twisting and flicking the swollen bundle of nerves right above it. The sound of people grew louder, but he kept rocking against her, even dared to up his pace. Her climax came then, her body shook, her vision blurred, she felt like seeing stars for a moment. A taste of copper burst into her mouth as she bit her lip so harshly to prevent a lewd scream from coming out.

Trent’s jaw tautened, muscles strained as her inner walls squeezed him so wonderfully, sending white hot pleasure all over him. His movement faltered for a few seconds, just in time for the footsteps outside the restroom to fade away. He resumed then in a high gear, which proved difficult since she still gripped him so strongly. Keeping his gaze on the mirror, he saw her eyes fluttered open to look straight at him. Her eyes still glazed with ecstasy, yet unexpectedly her reddened lips curled into a temptress smile. She pressed herself backward into him so that he sank deeper. She spoke then, a mere whisper, but its effect on him was enormous.

“Fill me up babe.”

Her words were his order, and he combusted then and there, spraying ropes of white inside of her. Closing his eyes, he nestled his face on her shoulder, hugging her from the back, still thrusting into her in a slow, uneven pace as he rode his high.

“I am sorry baby…”

Trent broke the comfortable silence between them when they had finished putting on their clothes. She looked at him questioningly.

‘’About last night…I am sorry, really. Your study is important…and I of all people should realize the most how savage the media can be. You can take all the time you need.”

She hugged him then, kissing the corner of his jaw before giving him a heartfelt smile. Her heart suddenly felt light.

‘’I am sorry too babe. We should have talked it out better last night…and thank you.”

She cupped his face, delicate fingers tracing the line of his plump lips.

“I won’t ask you to wait for long, you know. Just a few months. God knows how much it pains me to see you linked with random models and actresses on those trashy gossip columns.”

Hugging her back, he nibbled on the tips of her fingers.

“You’re the only one for me.”

There was nothing but pure honesty in his voice.

“I know, those things still vex me though.”

She pouted a bit but smiled again as she then realized that her pain had gone. She tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, her hands entwined behind his neck.

‘’My cramp has magically vanished. Thank you baby, I love you.’’

Trent shook his head. Dark caramel eyes shone brightly at her, full of endearment.

‘’I love you more. You know it’s always my pleasure to assist you, princess, so thank you.’’

He said before sweeping her up in loving, toe curling kiss, engulfing her with his warmth.

Master of assists, indeed.

End Note Going through period cramps and this popped up in my head, and writing feels like a good form of coping with all these transfer chaos, contract uncertainties, and Trent poutiness last night :A:, This could be read as a standalone, but in my head this is in the same universe as my See Me (Now) three-part stories. So, check this out if you’re interested for more! Thanks for reading! Lemme know what u think <3

[judes-hoe]

Photoshoot~TAA66

Parrings~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary~ you’re a model and get invited to guess jeans to model with your lovely boyfriend but he can’t keep his hands off you.

Warnings~ teasing, handsy Trent, mentions of doing the deed🤭

A/N~ posted 3 fics and 1 new part to my series!!! Look at me being motivated 🤭

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You were excited when you got the email, and you could do it with your boyfriend and not a random man. You told Trent about it and he agreed to do it, especially because it was with you.

So at the photoshoot with Trent, you both got into the clothes they wanted you in. They first took pics of you both alone, which wasn’t a problem. But then they wanted you guys together and that’s when Trent started to get a little handsy.

They had you get in his back as he held you up, but his hands were higher that they should be. They then had you both change into different clothes, that were a little more revealing. While in the changing room Trent pulls you against his chest.

“Can’t keep my hands off you.” He said running his hands up and down your exposed sides. “Trent.” You said warning him. “Can’t wait to go home, cause god I need you.” He said kissing your neck. “Trent later.” You said and turn to face him and place your hands on his bare chest. “You do look incredibly sexy though.” You said and kiss his cheek walking back out to the set.

They had Trent stand next to you with his arm around your waist and head resting on your shoulder. Took a few pictures and then moved Trent to stand behind you. You took this opportunity and gently moved your ass against him with a smirk and he whispered in your ear. “You evil, evil women.”

You changed into a few different outfit and Trent took every opportunity he could to touch you and tease you, and you teased right back at him.

After the shoot when you got home, let’s just say you had a few hours of alone fun time for all the teasing.

[foreverisntenough]

https://www.tumblr.com/foreverisntenough/752407914406379520/no-but-really-is-the-cutest-fucking-person

Pls pls pls write the last gif into the fic, maybe y/n is waiting for him in the tunnel after a game and he does all this infront of her when hes giving the shirt to the player and once they get home/back to the hotel…. Feral behaviour

Also i saw some ppl say imagine watching that back in missionary with a mirror on the ceiling…. 🫠

I feel like you would eat this scene up if u wrote it

Yeahhhhhhh, I’m thinking about it!

I feel like Y/N hasn’t gassed Trent up for his looks in a minute as well. Maybe it’ll be slid in. I think the Chapter 17 smut is a little spicy IMO but maybe I’ll do something more adventurous after everyone keeps talking about that back 🤤🤤🤤🤤

I also love the idea of Y/N seeing him in the tunnel or after working out. I have a saucey smut scene I haven’t written all the way through but I have booked marked to put in and it’s kinda semi-public/ outside 🫣

[cinnaleaf]

ESSENCE OF US - CH 11: I COULD BE FOREVER**

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 10 | MASTERLIST | READ CH 12

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: ANGST, SMUT (makeup sex w pillowtalk), fluff, language, mentions of anxiety, smau wc: ~8.8k 💌: best smut scene i've written imo..nothing but pure love. share thoughts in inbox! tysm ♡

On your way back to the suite, the scent of essential oils from your aromatherapy massage clung to your skin. Things were still tense with Trent and you found yourself wishing you were still submerged in the comfort of the thermal bath back at the spa. After spending half the day receiving spa treatments, you should’ve felt stress free, but you were far from it. There was no amount of luxuriousness from the spa that could ease the incessant nagging feeling in your mind. When you opened the door, Trent glanced up from packing his luggage and smiled softly at you, but you could see the uneasiness in his eyes.

“Feeling better?” he asked in a gentle voice, as if the hours spent away at the spa erased the strain between the two of you. You smiled, shrugging slightly. “The spa helped a little...thank you.” You took a deep breath, your gaze drifting to your unpacked luggage. “I still feel so overwhelmed honestly.” Trent walked over to you, grazing his hand over the small of your back.

“Come back with me? We can talk about it on the plane.” he asked quietly. “I gotta leave soon…”

You hesitated for a second, almost like you were contemplating it, but you had already made a decision back at the spa after seeing the comments about your brother on social media. “I..I’m gonna head back with Camille and the twins,” you mumbled, not being able to look him directly in the eye. “I need to go to my parents house for a bit.” Just hearing those words come out of your mouth made you feel sick, you didn’t really want to go back there, but you had to. Your body tensed the minute it came out of your mouth and Trent noticed immediately. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You don’t have to go there if you don’t want to,” he murmured as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “You want me to go with you? We can go to–”

“Trent, no.” you sighed, leaning your head into his shoulder. “I need to go alone. You being there probably isn’t the best idea...they’re intense,” you whispered in a shaky breath.

You didn’t tell Trent the entire history you had with your parents, but he knew enough to know you hated being around them. They wanted you to carry your family name a certain way, and with Rêveur and Ziggy in the mix, they would definitely be in full control mode, ready to critique and advise like they were being helpful; in reality, they were just adding to the insurmountable pressure. They liked Trent, but not for the right reasons. It was all about status to them, and you couldn’t handle that right now. Their idea of love was conditional, only presenting when you met their expectations of playing the role of the perfect eldest daughter. 

“They like you Trent..” you started, your eyes filling with tears. “But they love the status your name gives them when it’s next to mine more. I don’t want you to experience that.” 

Trent’s hold on you tightened, silently giving you the space to let you talk. “I don’t get why they’re like that.” You started sobbing as you continued, “They’ll never see you the way I see you…”

Trent could’ve been anyone that day on the train and you would’ve loved him just the same. It didn’t matter that he was Trent Alexander-Arnold. He pulled you in from the start, with just a hoodie and his sunnies on. You thought about those serendipitous moments with Trent often – it always felt like a bend of truth so striking that time itself slowed down just to take in the curve. The universe made sure you would find him, no matter where you were in the world. 

But your parents would never see the beauty of love or fate, they only saw what his double-barreled name next to yours meant for their own pursuit of excellence and perfection. It was part of the reason you always freaked out any time Trent made a joke about marriage. He was serious underneath all the teasing, so you knew the question would eventually come the longer you stayed together, but you also knew your parents would latch onto your relationship like it was a milestone in their own success – which left you feeling chilled to the bone.

Trent nodded with an intense expression, like he wanted to shield you from all of it. “I understand,” he said softly.

“You don’t though” you replied, voice trembling. “There’s so much going on. This trip was supposed to be fun and it’s all fucked up now.”

“Baby..” Trent said in a pleading voice, his hands steady on your waist. “Tell me what you need. I hate seeing you like this.” He scanned your face, taking in the glow from the spa treatments that didn’t match the tired, watery look in your eyes. Your breath hitched as anxiety started clawing at your thoughts.

“People think I’m only with you because of my brother. They think I’m using you to help him with football.”

“Y/N” Trent interjected firmly with conviction. “I don’t give a fuck about any of that. They don’t know you like I do.” You shook your head, taking a step back to put more space between you. “It’s not just that” you snapped, your voice strained. “Camille had to bail me out again with the launch mess up. I shouldn’t even have to rely on her like that. I’m so stressed.” 

Trent reached out to you, but you stepped back again with tears blurring your vision.

“And then you..” Your voice broke as emotion thickened in your throat. “I love you T..but I don’t feel like I’m strong enough for any of this. Sometimes I just want to run away from everything. Why is everything so fucking hard?” Your body flipped into fight-or-flight mode, skin growing hot and vision tunnelling. Trent took one look at you and immediately closed the gap between you in seconds, guiding you to sit down while he knelt down beside you.

“Look at me.” he started, voice commanding but calm. “None of this is permanent. People will get their orders eventually, there’ll be a new story in the next hour..and we’ll figure everything out. It’s just temporary, baby.” You nodded weakly, as he took your hands in his, massaging your pressure points in calming circles. You felt yourself coming back down to earth, slowly being pulled back to reality. His love was constant and unfaltering, even when everything else felt clouded in your universe.

“Where did you learn that?” you whispered, your breaths finally slowing down.

“Learned it from you. At the park.”

You scrunched your face, confused at his statement. “What?”

You shook your head. “We’ve never been to a park together, Trent. Wrong girlfriend.” you scoffed playfully, but you were somewhat serious at the same time, because who the hell did he have you confused with?

Trent cleared his throat, trying to suppress a laugh. “Nah, baby it was you. It wasn’t recent..but when you were younger, you used to sit in the grass with Ezzie doing this exact thing.” 

Suddenly a memory washed over you like a developing polaroid picture:

You were sitting in the grass, carefully crafting the perfect daisy flower crown for Ezzie. She was sitting right next to you, talking nonstop about some Peppa Pig episode where Peppa didn’t know how to whistle. You were barely paying attention to her yapping, focusing solely on making the flower crown perfect as you meticulously weaved the stems so it wouldn’t fall apart. Your sister beamed when you put the crown on her head – making her look like a little flower princess. It made you smile too, despite your anxious thoughts. 

Trent looked at your face as you tried to piece things together and pulled out his phone, scrolling through old pictures until he stopped on one and handed it to you, making your eyes widen in shock. 

The picture’s quality wasn’t as crystal clear like today’s photos, but it was clear enough to make your boyfriend’s statement make more sense. Trent was in the middle, holding your brother in his arms. Ziggy’s cheeks were round like little apples, with two deep dimples on each side of his face; he beamed up at Trent as if he was the most important person in the world. Their smiles mirrored each other’s, shining a perfect reflection for the camera to capture. Your brother clung to him with so much trust, his tiny arms around Trent’s neck like he never wanted to let go. Both of them looked so overjoyed, looking like they spent the majority of the day having a kickabout while laughing in the sun. Your brother was always the littlest one joining the older boys, but they welcomed him with open arms each time, especially Trent. In the background, you were sitting off to the side with your sister, not aware of the camera at all as you placed the daisy crown on Ezzie’s head. You saw yourself smiling, entirely focused on your sister. Ezzie was mid giggle, probably still talking about how Peppa hung up on Suzy sheep after learning she could whistle; her little hands clutched the sides of the flower crown you made. Your heart skipped a beat when you remembered the older boy who ran up with your brother in his arms shortly after. He looked at you funny while you sat in the grass, rubbing the skin between your index finger and thumb. It was a way to self soothe yourself when you were feeling anxious, but you didn’t know how to explain whatever you were feeling at the time, you were just a teenager.

Trent stood there awkwardly after setting your brother down. “Uh..what….what are you doing?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to tease you or just walk away. Neither of you knew each other back then; he only knew that you were the little boy’s older sister who always sat in the grass doing weird things with her hands like making flower crowns and picking at grass. His question made you feel flustered, you didn’t know how to explain the real reason for your self soothing so you panicked and made something up.

“Umm. I’m..uhh..practising sign language..?” though your statement sounded more like a question than a definitive answer. 

The second the words left your mouth you wanted to die right there. You couldn’t meet his eyes, and instead your fingers fidgeted with the flowers on Ezzie’s head. Trent gave you the weirdest look but he looked slightly amused as well.

“Err..okay. See ya.” he replied before turning away to jog back toward his friends. 

“He’s funny!” Ziggy chirped with excitement as he watched Trent leave. You glanced down at your brother, trying to mask your embarrassment. “What’s his name?” you asked casually, though your heart was beating a little faster.

Ziggy shrugged, skipping around as you started to walk to the exit of the park. “Dunno.”

Of course he didn’t know. How convenient.

As the three of you made your way home from the park, the twins exchanged a look – the one twins do when they can speak to each other without saying anything out loud. Suddenly, they burst into giggles, unable to keep whatever secret they shared telepathically.

“You like him!!” Ezzie spoke in an animated voice. Before you could react, your brother facepalmed dramatically. “Agh, NOOO! I found him first!” he exclaimed, like him and Trent had some unspoken bond that you were threatening. You were extremely mortified by how loud they were yelling about it. 

So what? Maybe he was a little cute, but he also annoyed you for some reason.

“NO! I don’t like him!” you blurted out in a defensive tone. “He stinks. And I already have a boyfriend anyway!” The boyfriend in question? He didn’t exist at all, but you couldn’t have your younger siblings pressing you like this. The twins weren’t phased at all – they insisted on giggling and making smooching sounds all the way home to tease you.

In the present day, you stared at the photo, realizing Trent was the boy who always kept your brother entertained when your thoughts were miles away.

“That was you?!” you asked in disbelief. “Why are you just now saying something??”

Trent shrugged, his lips tugging into a soft smile. “I didn’t know either until your brother told me! Just saw him at the gym with my old boots.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck because he was a little hesitant to dive into the full conversation he had with your brother – the one about where he really belongs. Trent glanced at his phone and checked the time, sighing. “I gotta head out soon..” he said, looking back at you with uncertainty as he stood up. “Uh..are we good? Are we okay?? I'm sorry for the way I reacted.”

Your gaze softened as you took a deep breath. “Yeah Trent, we’re okay. I forgive you but..”

You stumbled over your words for a second, trying to gather your thoughts. “I don’t like it when you get jealous like that. I’d never even think about entertaining someone else when I’m with you.”

He nodded with regret evident in his brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I messed up..and I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

You smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a tight hug. “Go catch your flight before you miss it, baby,” you murmured while pressing soft kisses against his full lips. Trent didn’t respond back, and instead deepened the kiss while his hands settled on your waist – he began walking you backward, slowly guiding you toward the door.

“Call me when you make it back?” you whispered between kisses, your breath catching from his touch.

“Mm yeah I will. I love you.” he replied softly, his voice full of affection as he pressed you up against the door. He didn’t want to leave you, but he sure was cutting it close to missing that plane.

“I love you so much..” you affirmed as the intensity between you built. “I’m sorry for being such a mess–”

“Don’t care. Love all of you.” he whispered, grazing his lips on the sensitive skin on your neck. You tilted your head as he moved down to kiss your collarbone. “Wish you would come with me. I know we’re always together, but it never feels like enough time. Ever since I met you..I'm always wishing for more time with you.” Trent’s voice was filled with longing, like he was yearning and begging for you to come with him. You laughed softly, raking your fingers between his curls to massage his scalp. “You’ll be fine Trent. I’ll be back soon.”

“Good,” he muttered, suddenly sounding a lot more seductive with his tone. He pressed you harder against the door, slipping his leg between yours to send warmth cascading through your body. “Need to show you how sorry I am…” His lips brushed against your ear, his voice titillating. “Next time I see you, I want you sitting on my face.”

You whimpered, feeling your body reacting instinctively to his words. “Why are you doing this to meee?” you groaned, biting your lip – the frustration of knowing you wouldn’t see him for some days had you wanting to sit on his face right now, but he had a plane to catch.

He laughed against your skin, moving back to your neck to kiss you again, just enough to make you gasp. “Just reminding you that your apology is waiting for you when you come back home.”

With one final kiss, he pulled away to grab his luggage before heading out the door. You peeked out the door as he walked down the hallway. “Love you, dreamer boy!” you called out, blowing him kisses. Trent was grinning from ear to ear, walking backwards as he jumped in the air, pretending to catch your kisses which made you laugh. He smiled back at you, happy he managed to get a couple of smiles out of you before he left despite the whirlwind of bullshit that occurred the past 24 hours. 

Love takes on countless forms but at its core, it involves the art of forgiveness. It’s an unspoken reminder that we’re all inherently flawed and destined to make mistakes. Yet, despite those imperfections, love endures all when we allow grace. It thrives in those moments of mercy when we choose to forgive rather than walk away. Forgiving someone when they falter means knowing it’s not perfection that sustains love, but the willingness to embrace it through an inevitable misstep. With Trent, this was more apparent than ever. He wasn’t perfect, and neither were you despite your attempts. The way he stayed close, still giving you space in your moments of doubt while he asked for forgiveness, reminded you love isn’t always easy. It wasn’t always about laughter, sometimes there were going to be storms that involved torrential downpour. But offering forgiveness and receiving it allowed the two of you to deepen the connection and love even harder than before.

Later on the plane, Trent found himself scrolling through his phone – he was staring at the photo of him holding Ziggy again, but this time he was zoomed in on the background, where you sat with Ezzie, placing the flower crown on her head. Then he switched over to Instagram, the most recent post on his feed was one of yours he already liked, but he didn’t really look at it until now. The first picture was of you and Ezzie glammed up for the gala, both of you smiling into the camera. Ezzie was leaning into you, looking exactly like the type of little sister who treasured and adored her older sister. When he swiped over, the next photo showed Ezzie with her back turned toward the camera while she snapped a mirror picture of you gently fixing her hair and smiling – very reminiscent of how you were in the background of the older photo. It wasn’t a flower crown this time, but he did realize something else. You were always making sure things were right for the people you loved the most, even if it meant sacrificing your own peace. You weren’t just living for yourself, you were making sure your siblings had everything they needed to live their dreams just like you; it made sense to him why you said you needed to focus now. 

Trent kept staring at the older picture and the newer pictures, flipping back and forth as a thought orbited around his mind.

There’s no way I’m not marrying this girl.

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A couple of days passed since your return to England with your siblings. When you arrived at your parents house, the home looked just like you remembered the last time you visited, almost two years ago. Its red bricks were painfully perfect, not a scratch on the paint in sight on the sage colored front door. Inside, it was spotless – it looked more like a showroom than a home that a family of four lived in.

Your parents moved to this house after you left home, trading in the warmth of your lived-in childhood home for this sterile suburban clusterfuck of a neighbourhood. The guest room was just as cold and void of any personality as the rest of the home. The bed was neatly made with crisp white linens, but it looked more like it was for decoration than comfort. You couldn’t tell if they actually liked living like this or if it was just another box for them to check off in their quest for perfection. They loved attention.

Ziggy started gaining more attention after the gala, and it made your skin crawl thinking about how it could turn out with your parents around. You didn’t want him getting a huge ego over it, you knew better than anyone else what it could do to his life and how it could distort reality. He was still your little brother and you didn’t want that for him. You also didn’t want anyone making any decisions for him. Ezzie was also more quiet than usual, like she was battling something internally, so you needed to keep an eye on her too. Based on your previous experience, wasn’t something your parents would ever notice.

During dinner, you stared at your mother’s knife as she shuffled it back and forth over her chicken.

For someone so ‘perfect’, you sure do make a dry ass chicken.

The conversation at the dinner table was filled with awkward pauses between bites. You could feel the interrogation incoming before they even opened their mouths – it didn’t take long.

“So, Y/N” your mother began, voice tight. “How’s Trent? Haven’t met him yet.”

And thank god for that. You’re never meeting him as long as I have anything to do with it.

You forced a smile, sitting up straighter out of instinct. The last thing you wanted them to do was meet Trent. That would be a disaster.

“He’s great.” you replied very casually. “We’re just taking things slow.”

That was a lie. Nothing about your relationship was slow at all, you were already with him for months by this point. You were fully in it, but telling them that would only fuel their curiosity and you wanted them to back off. Your dad cleared his throat and shifted his focus to your brother. “Talk to that scout yet, Isaac?” he asked, eyeing your brother like this was a corporate business meeting and not a family dinner. Ziggy shrugged, pushing food around his plate. “Uh, yeah..I talked to a few people at the gala.”

A frown creased your face remembering the flood of comments after the event that thrusted your brother into a spotlight you didn't think he was ready for. You were hardly ready for it yourself. Your dad on the other hand, seemed pleased with Ziggy’s answer and nodded with an approved look. Ziggy’s face relaxed, like he was relieved his quick answer was enough to stop your dad from interrogating him further.

Your mum turned her gaze toward Ezzie, eyes narrowing as she surveyed your sister’s posture. “Esme.” she began in a sharp voice. “Beauty doesn’t last forever..you need to be realistic. Modelling is a phase not a career. You’ll have to start thinking more like your sister.”

Though you couldn’t tell if she was referring to owning a business, or getting in a relationship with someone very successful.

Ezzie’s face fell, the light in her eyes dimming while she absorbed your mum’s comment. Your fists clenched under the table, trying to resist the urge to snap. She was trying to make Ezzie feel like her dreams weren’t valid, the same way she did to you at first..until you made something of it.

“Mum,” you said firmly. “She’s fine. Modelling is a real job.”

Another awkward silence followed after your statement. Ezzie was picking at her food, meanwhile your father chewed his chicken like there was nothing wrong with it..or the atmosphere your mother just created. Your sister shifted around uncomfortably, stealing a glance at you for reassurance. You gave her a comforting smile, although you were pissed off your mum had the nerve to say that without thinking twice about what that type of comment could do to a teenager’s brain.

After dinner, you went to check on your brother to make sure the sudden public attention wasn’t going to his head. He was on his gaming setup, chatting with his friends while streaming on Twitch. You stood in the doorway, listening in for a second away from his webcam’s view.

“Bro this camera angle is extra close. I feel insecure as fuck right now. There's 4,000 viewers in here. Who are these people?” one of his friends said, making Ziggy laugh.

“Mate, just tilt it up” Ziggy responded in a casual tone, completely immersed in the gaming world. “E set mine up. It’s perfect now.” You smiled at the mention of your sister, but then you noticed how fast the chat on his stream was moving. Ziggy’s expression hardened when he saw a rude comment mentioning you. “Mods ban that guy.” he snapped, annoyance on his face. “I’m just here to game with the lads. Leave my sister out of it.” You smiled, feeling pride surge through you. He was still your little brother, but he was learning how to handle things in the spotlight – better than you were handling things, honestly.

“I’m out.” you announced. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah, sure” Ziggy replied, barely looking away from the screen as he shouted gamer terms you didn’t really understand. You shook your head laughing, leaving him to whatever game he was playing while you made your way to Ezzie’s bedroom.

She was standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as he traced over her body, mentally picking herself apart.

“Hey” you spoke softly. “You’re sooo beautiful you know that, right?”

She didn’t immediately answer, but then whispered. “But when am I going to look like you? You have the perfect body.” You sighed, pressing your cheek against her shoulder. “I definitely do not have the perfect body, trust. Plus, you’re wearing 15 better than me girl. I looked awkward as hell back then..but growing up takes time.”

“But Mum said-”

“Don’t listen to Mum and Dad,” you cut in. “They chat a lot of shit for people who don’t know how to live life realistically. Nearly choked on that chicken earlier.” Your sister giggled, but you could tell she was still a bit upset. “I get why you barely come back,” she muttered. “I don’t think I’ll come back either.” Her words made you sad, but you couldn’t disagree with her. You didn’t want your siblings spending any more time than necessary under these circumstances. You wanted them to be free to chase their dreams without feeling suffocated by your parents.

That night, you spent time in your sister’s room scrolling through Instagram until you noticed a DM from Miu Miu. They wanted to send you something after seeing the ‘Tea with T’ video. You smiled, but then your thoughts drifted to Ezzie. You typed out your response quickly, pitching an idea for them to send something for your sister as well. You mentioned her interest in modelling and subtly suggested she could market for a younger audience. The message was professional, but simple enough for them to get the hint.

Later, after your sister fell asleep, Trent video called you. You got up to walk back to the guest room before answering. The room made it feel like you were thousands of miles away from the comfort of his home, where you really wanted to be. His smiling face filled the screen, making you feel giddy inside. 

“Hi baby,” you spoke softly.

Except, he didn’t greet you and was eager to start yapping once he saw your face. “When are you coming home? I miss you.”

“Not sure yet.” you replied, keeping your voice light. You were planning on surprising him for the match coming up. “You keep calling your house ‘home’..but I have my own place, remember?”

He scoffed dramatically, shifting the phone to show the empty space next to him in bed. “It’s your home too. This is where you belong.”

You laughed, giggling at his dramatics. “T, I don’t even sleep on that side. You’re laying on my side, baby.”

“Oh, I am?” His voice dropped to a playful tone. “Come home so I don’t forget which side is yours then.”

The camera shifted as Trent removed his shirt, his chest and abs highlighted by the dim lighting from the bedroom. He positioned the camera so you could see everything, including the bulge outlined on his boxers.

“Trent..” you muttered, biting your lip. “You’re being so cruel right now.”

He laughed but eventually switched the conversation back to something more innocent. After the usual exchange of “I love you’s”, you went back to Ezzie’s room and slipped into bed beside her. 

You spent the next few days at your parents house, shuffling between going back and forth from Les Notes d’Amour and back home to make sure your siblings were okay. The night before the match, you felt like everything settled down enough for you to go back home to Trent. You arrived at Trent’s house a little later than you originally planned, spending most of the day swamped with work. By the time you got there, it was nearly midnight. You took your shoes off by the front door and quietly padded up to the bedroom. Trent was already in bed asleep, so you stood in the doorway for a second to admire how handsome he looked. You were careful not to wake him as you got ready for bed and crawled beside him, naturally fitting your body in the space next to his. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and snuggled in closer, draping your arm over his neck. His body heat seeped into your skin, the comfort allowing you to drift off to sleep easily.

Trent woke up before you the next morning, shifting his body around as he blinked and saw your face just barely peeking through beneath the blankets. He was surprised at first, but then he propped himself up to watch you sleep, debating on whether he wanted to wake you up just to hear your voice – but for now, he let you sleep. Eventually, you stirred in your sleep, groggy and disoriented as you felt warmth hovering extremely close to your face. You opened your eyes slowly, seeing Trent staring back at you with a wide grin.

“Oh my god! What the fuck?!” you yelped, jumping back slightly as your heart rate increased. Trent started laughing and he pulled you on top of him with ease. “Damn it’s like that?..good morning to you too.”

“Trent, that’s so creepy!” you said jokingly, stroking the facial hair on his chin. “Why were you watching me sleep??”

He casually ran his hands up and down your back as you shifted your position to lay on his chest while on top of him. “Because I like looking at you.” he replied, his voice deep and raspy from the morning. “Best view in the world. In the universe, actually.” You smiled, enjoying the feeling of an early lazy morning while you laid against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart under your ear, but eventually you had to get up.

“I have to pee,” you whispered apologetically, wriggling out of his grip.

Trent groaned dramatically, “Come back to bed after.”

“Noo.” you giggled. “You need to get ready.”

Trent’s eyes were on you the entire time as you walked to head to the bathroom, you closed the door while he still lay in bed. “Trent, seriously. Get up.. we can be lazy tomorrow.” you yelled from the bathroom, your instinct picking up that he hadn’t moved from the bed just yet. 

When you opened the door, Trent was sitting up, yawning and stretching lazily. You rolled your eyes but the view was very, very nice. He was still a little groggy and the morning light casted a soft glow on his toned, muscled skin. You snapped yourself out of it and went to the sink to start your morning routine, Trent following closely behind. You were trying to brush your teeth, but the moment he saw you, he pressed you up against the countertop from behind.

“You’re like..stage five clinger status right now babe,” you mumbled through the foam, though you enjoyed the feeling a little too much. Trent grabbed his toothbrush, one hand draped across your chest to lock you in while he brushed his teeth, the other hand staying glued to your hips. The smallest touch was driving you insane. You caught yourself eyeing the veins in his hands, nearly moaning at the sight.

Oh my god..what is wrong with me? I want to climb him right now.

You rinsed your mouth, mostly to stop yourself from fawning over the reflection of him in the mirror because it was all too much. His toned arms flexed as he continued brushing, the veins running up and down his forearms.

After finishing up your morning routine, you pulled away to get dressed and he tilted his head back sighing, like you were punishing him. “Y/N..come on..” he pleaded, reaching out as you sifted through the clothes in your shared walk-in wardrobe.

“The match? Anfield? Liverpool’s vice-captain? Any of those words sound familiar to you??” you joked, shoving a tracksuit in his hands. “You’re acting like I was away for months..we’ve gone longer before. Save that energy for the game baby.”

“Yeah.. and I didn’t like it when you were away then either. You should just move in,” he declared as he got dressed in his matchday tracksuit. You rolled your eyes, handing him his wash bag with a sweet smile. 

“I’ll think about it...just go.” you teased, pushing his chest lightly. “I’ll come find you after the match. Do your best for me, yeah? Don’t embarrass me.”

He kissed his teeth, acting like he was annoyed by your comment. “Nah. See this?” he toyed with the ‘T’ necklace around your neck. “You’re my good luck charm. If you’re watching, I’m winning.” 

As corny as his statement was, it almost made you fold immediately. You felt your skin heat up so you took a deep breath to try and gain some composure. “Go to work Trent! Get out!” you laughed, shoving him out the door before you changed your mind. 

When you made it to Anfield, you sat in the box with Trent’s family. Today wasn’t like the first time you went to one of his matches – back when the pressure of being seen made it hard to focus on anything. You were more comfortable today, feeling the warmth you missed when you were away at your parent’s house. Trent’s family had already welcomed you into their world a few months ago, and you never felt out of place.

Trent’s mum greeted you with a hug as you sat down, the nostalgic scent of Enchantée wafted in the air. It was the very first scent you made that catapulted you to where you were now. You thought for a second, thinking about the butterfly effect. If he was never there that day at the park, would your brother still be interested in footie? If you never made Enchantée in uni would you have met him some other way? You wouldn’t have been on the train or at the Paris launch, after all. It was weird to think about.

You broke out of your thoughts when you saw Trent with the ball. He had the perfect opening, and he took the shot as the ball sailed into the top corner of the net. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar and you stood up, cheering with his family as he did his iconic ‘A’ celebration for his niece. But then he did something else.

He mimicked mixing something in an imaginary bowl, just like you told him you used to do as a child in your parent’s kitchen. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pretended he was spraying something in the air as a nod to your career. You giggled, feeling a sense of pride wash over you. There was no doubt about who that goal celebration was for.

“I think that one’s for you,” his mum leaned over, her smile filled with adoration for the relationship you shared with her son.

“Ew,” Marcel chimed in, shaking his head. “You turned my brother into a melt.” The smile on his face told a different story though.

The match ended with a solid win, and you walked down with his family to meet up with him. His mum mentioned something about going out for dinner; Trent had other plans that involved lots of eating..but not food. His eyes drank you in the minute he saw you, wasting no time to come up with an excuse. “Yeah about that..can we do it later this week? Got some big things booked that I gotta work on tomorrow…” he said, far from subtle because Tyler definitely didn’t have him booked for anything monumental.

You shot him a look, trying to stifle your laughter as he continued. “Think it’s best if we just head home. I..uh..need to rest for that.” Trent slipped his arm around you, pulling you in as he spoke, not realizing he was making the real reason blatantly obvious with his body language.

Tyler shook his head, laughing. “Sure, mate.” He knew he didn’t have anything big booked either, he knew what type of time his brother was on.

Once you made it back to the house, you wandered to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. “Are you hungry?” you called out. “I can make something really fast.”

You started listing off a few options, trying to stay mindful of the protein intake needed for muscle recovery after a match. He clearly gave no shits about his protein intake, and instead found his way underneath your top, ghosting over your covered nipples.

“Nah. I'm good. Wanna eat you though.”

You were folding very quickly. His voice already had you wet, and you had every intention of making a protein filled snack for him..but your hormones had other ideas. You leaned back into his chest, trying to collect yourself, but his grip tightened and he pulled you away from the fridge. “C’mere” he whispered, leading you upstairs to the bedroom. He was already peeling off both of your clothes the moment the door shut. Trent laid naked on the bed, his eyes full of love and arousal. “You remember what I said on the phone, yeah?” 

His voice had you pressing your thighs together. “C’mere so I can apologize. Sit on my face and ride my tongue baby.”

You climbed on top of him, hovering just above his lips as you took the sight of him in. He looked up at you, licking his lips before gripping your thighs and pulling you down, making you gasp.

The first flick of his tongue sent a whip of pleasure surging through you. You gasped, instinctively rolling your hips against him. Trent hummed against you, the vibration making you moan even more as you grinded down on him further, desperate for more. His tongue was relentless as he worked over your folds with ultraprecision, his tongue danced against your clit just the way you liked it. Your loud moans filled the room as you gripped his head, lightly scratching his scalp. “Trent..” you gasp in a breathless voice. “You’re making me feel so good.”

He obviously couldn’t respond with words, but he definitely responded with his tongue by applying more pressure and rhythm. You were so close and your body started to tremble as the winding pleasure grew tighter and tighter in your core. You started to squirm, but his grip on your thighs tightened to hold you in place as he drove you to a powerful orgasm. Your mouth was wide open as the orgasm powered through you, it was so intense you were shaking..but he didn’t stop. He kept lapping at you, working you through until the sensation became overwhelming. The pleasure kept stretching for what felt like forever, and you could barely catch your breath.

“Oh my god..I’m still cumming,” you whimpered, writhing above him. It was too much but you couldn’t stop, nor could you move as his mouth kept you on the line of euphoria. You tilted your head back, eyes rolling and gripping his head.  

“Okay..okay, baby..please” you managed to get out, still breathless and shaking. You grabbed his hands that were gripping your thighs to give him the hint you needed a break. He pulled away slowly, his lips glistening from your wet essence. 

Trent gave you about ten minutes tops to recuperate before he was right back on you, pressing his body against yours. He placed your knees up to your chest, pinning you in place. His thick dick teased your entrance before sliding deep inside of you, making both of you moan in unison. Your nails dug into his jaw as you gripped his face, your breaths heavy and eyes locked on each other. Eventually, his eyes dropped down to watch himself disappear into your slick folds, the feeling of him finally being inside you made you clench around him. He groaned from the sensation, his mouth slightly falling open as he looked back up at you with his lips parted in awe. Your hands stayed firm on his face to keep him close, taking in his handsome lust filled face.

“Harder baby” you whispered, voice trembling with need. 

Trent’s powerful quads flexed as he obeyed, snapping his hips harder against you in targeted thrusts. Every stroke was intense and the wet sounds of your bodies colliding with each other filled the space, echoing off the walls as his pace quickened. 

“Y/N…” he gasped, feeling you tighten around him involuntarily with every thrust. “Fuck. Keep squeezing me like that.” He started thrusting into you faster at the perfect angle, hitting a spot inside of you that made your moans rise in cadence. “Right there? Is that the spot?” he rasped, already knowing from the way your body was reacting beneath him. 

You nodded frantically, your thumb brushing over his lip before pulling him into a kiss to tangle your tongue with his in the heat of the moment. His hips drove into you harder, the strength in his quads powering every motion. “Need you to cum for me my love.”

The sounds of the room left love letters stamped upon your skin, every thrust an ‘X’, every moan an ‘O’. Trent’s fingers found your clit, rubbing deliberate swirling circles to bring you closer to another orgasm. You were gasping his name over and over, feeling yourself come closer to the brink.

“I’m so close,” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

“Me too, baby,” he moaned, pressing his head against yours while his cock started to twitch inside of you.

The moment you both came, neither of you looked away from each other. Both of you were moaning each other’s names and whispering “I love you” over and over between ragged breaths while you pulsed around him and he spilled inside of you. Trent pulled out of you slowly, taking a deep breath. His hand slipped between your legs, gently running his fingers over your swollen folds as he pushed his cum back inside of you with a deliberate touch. He laid beside you, placing soft kisses along your neck while whispering sweet nothings against your skin. After some time, he wrapped his arms around you, draping over you protectively as you came down from the aftershocks. To say you were exhausted was an understatement, you could barely move. You broke the silence with a sleepy mumble, ready for some pillow talk yapping before going to sleep.

“You ever think about kids? Like..not right now obviously,” you added quickly in a soft voice. “But..eventually?”

He shifted slightly, pulling you in closer. “Yeah someday..but not now.” he agreed in a casual tone, but there was a smile on his face like he was almost picturing what that would look like for him. Neither of you wanted kids right now, but you weren’t really being all that careful about it either. There was a tiny voice in the back of your mind that remembered the basics of biology, but you knew your body pretty well. You weren’t going in completely blind..you knew what was up.

But still…isn’t it funny how caution can be tossed aside when you’re in a dickmatized state like the one you just had with Trent?

You laughed to yourself at the thought, but Trent peeped it.

“What’s so funny?” he asked curiously.

“Oh..it’s just…we’re not really that careful about it, T.” you replied, your voice filled with drowsiness. “I usually know when I’m ovulating though..so I think we’re good.”

“Baby..my pullout game is weak with you. Maybe we should stop pushing our luck. Kinda playing with fire innit?”

“Yeah maybe,” you replied sleepily. “But would you want kids with me?”

He kissed your cheek, smiling against your skin. “Yeah, I would. I think you would make an amazing mummy. But only when we’re ready, yeah? Maybe in two or three years?” It felt like he thought about this before, he seemed very sure of his answer – down to the timeline.

You blinked, still half asleep. “Good to know.. but I’m not having your kids without a ring on my finger.” The words came out in a sleepy haze. You were kind of terrified of marriage for a number of reasons, but in your disoriented state your subconscious admitted you were somewhat open to it with him. You closed your eyes as his hands moved to stroke your arm lazily. 

A few quiet seconds passed before he broke the silence, speaking in a soft tone. “So you think I could be forever for you then?”

You smiled, nodding your head as you nuzzled in closer to him, starting to drift off to sleep. “Mhmm,” you murmur. “The love of my life..forever.”

--

A few weeks later, you arrived at Les Notes d’Amour to handle a sample shipment of Rêveur from the manufacturer Camille helped you with. Tara and Ember were busy handling an influx of shipments and inquiries, but you were too on edge to focus on anything they were doing at the moment. Camille handed you the shipment before walking off to go set up a sample display for another fragrance of yours. You opened the box to unwrap the first bottle, spritzing it in the air to take a deep breath.

This doesn’t smell right. It’s off.

You couldn’t tell what was missing, but something about the scent wasn’t sitting well with you like it usually did. It didn’t smell like the same Rêveur you spent crafting all night for Trent after your first date. Maybe it was because it was mass produced and not created in a small batch like you originally wanted?

“Camille” you called out, voice low but sharp enough to grab her attention from across the building. She glanced up at you, giving you a confused look as she walked over.

“Smell this.” you said, handing her the bottle. “It doesn’t smell right.”

Camille took a whiff and gave you a puzzled look. “Y/N..it literally smells the exact same. Have you lost your mind?”

“Maybe,” you sighed in frustration, leaning against the counter. “I’m so stressed out and exhausted. My body is so done with me too. My period is late..you know it’s bad when that happens.” Camille’s eyes widened and she glanced at your stomach. “Any nausea?” she asked playfully, but she was serious too.

You shook your head, confused at what she was trying to infer. “Umm..well..I felt sick yesterday but that’s because I barely had time to eat all day. What does that have to–”

“Girl…you’re pregnant.” Camille declared, crossing her arms. “Are we happy? Are we sad? Let me know so I can react the right way.”

Your jaw dropped at her statement. “WHAT?! Are you mad?!” you whispered sharply. “I track when I’m ovulating..hasn’t failed me yet. I’m definitely not pregnant. That’s impossible.”

You were in your 20s, having regular unprotected sex with your boyfriend, but sure… maybe it was ‘impossible’. Or maybe you were just a bit delusional? Who knows, really.

“Ah, we’re in the denial stage? Got it.” Camille teased, giving you a sly grin. “I can’t believe you’re making me an auntie already!”

“Oh, so now I’m pregnant because I felt sick one time yesterday?” you replied sarcastically, shaking your head. “I really don’t think I am..” Camille playfully reached out, placing her hand on your stomach like there was already a growing baby in there. “If you deep it..it makes sense. Maybe double check..just in case?”

You swatted her hand away with a laugh, “Stop! I’m not!!”

Internally, you were freaking out. This was not in your five year plan. To be fair, this wasn’t in any plan unless it involved a ring on your finger first. You were not the type of girl to give a man a baby without crossing your T’s and dotting your I’s..even if it was Trent. But you slowly started connecting the dots, realizing there were a couple of intense sessions where the two of you could’ve been more careful.. and everything suddenly became a lot less funny.

Vivid dreams? Check. Sensitive to touch? Yup. Moody? Always. Weird sense of smell? Maybe… You had already been yawning the entire day, so exhaustion? Double check..no brainer.

What if Camille is right? Wait..no. Absolutely the fuck not. I can’t be. That would ruin everything.

You shook your head, trying to push the thought out of your mind. You knew your body, you told yourself. This was just stress..but why were the symptoms so fucking similar? Who decided that was a good idea?? 

You didn’t know it, but Tara and Ember had just rounded the corner at the perfect moment and heard the words ‘So now I’m pregnant’ and nothing else. They exchanged shocked looks, frantically whispering to each other while you were completely unaware they were listening in. 

“She’s pregnant?!”

Without thinking, Tara whipped her phone out to snap a sneaky picture of Camille’s hand on your stomach, her fingers flew across the screen rapidly while she texted her footie group chat:

Tara: *1 attachment sent* GUYSSSSS OMGGG

Nosy Girlie 1: 👀 GIRL WTF IS THAT?!

Nosy Girlie 2: NO WAYYYY

Nosy Girlie 3: You can’t drop something like that and disappear with no context. HELLO??

Tara: i’m like 99% sure Y/N’s pregnant. I heard her say it!!

Nosy Girlie 1: WHAAA?! TAA BABY COOKING???

Nosy Girlie 2: OMG TRENT DAD ERA COMING SOON 👶🏽

Nosy Girlie 1: It must be really early stages.. STB is gonna lose it when they find out

Nosy Girlie 3: Maybe we shouldn’t? That’s kind of invasive, no?

Tara: Agreed. They’ve been in the headlines so much..prob not a good idea. Keep it between the chat? Don’t tell anyone

Nosy Girlie 2: 🌚🌝

--

One Week Later:

SpillTheBeansUK: 🚨💥 EXCLUSIVE ALERT 💥🚨 Y/N PREGNANT WITH TAA’S BABY?! 👶🏽🍾 According to a very reliable source (you know we love a verified anonymous tip 👀), it looks like Y/N and Trent Alexander-Arnold might be entering their PARENT ERA! 💫 We can’t confirm specifics just yet but we’ve seen proof there’s a little scouser on the way. ALLEGEDLY!!!! 😳

Red4Life: we’ve officially entered a new era 🐐

FootieFan123: Bruh let that man live. Who cares if he’s having a kid? Focus on the next match! ⚽️

HonestlyNotMad: oh their genetics are about to pop off and create the most beautiful child we’ve ever seen.. BabyStan101:

So THAT’S why he was mixing the air during the celebration!  Was he practising for baby formula? 😭😂

GirlWTF: ok hear me out... Saffron Essence Alexander-Arnold? Do we think they’re going full on weird with the name or normal?? What about Cielle or Ivy? Trenton?! TIBERIUS??

SheKnowsTheLore: Tbh I can already see the headline: ‘Baby Rêveur Spritz Thierry Alexander-Arnold dominates TikTok at 4 months old.’ 

FootieTroll123: Y/N is just using Trent for clout of course she trapped him with a baby

YNProtectionSquad: FootieTroll you will begin to cough in 3 days..mark my words on this day

Footie_Stan87: Y/N will keep that baby more hidden than Area 51. We’ll never see them!

YNTrentForever: Imagine the first pic we get is the baby in a tiny kit? omg 🥺

SuperSleuth99: Has anyone else noticed there’s no info about her parents anywhere? Like literally nothing. I couldn’t find a single thing online. It’s weird.

FBIAgent: SuperSleuth I clocked that too! She’s close with Camille’s family, right? Bet they had something to do with it. Probably wiped everything clean.

GirlWithSense: You lot are all mental. Beans is just losing their head over some dodgy anon DM. Probably just some uni student bored out of their mind stirring the pot! VenusianLoverGirl: Y/N and T are gonna be together forever I just know it! That celebration he did for her was filled with pure love. Wishing them the best xx 🥺

i've been waitinggg to write this plotline since ch 6 (there are some hints in ch 6-8 if you go back and look 🤭)

thank you for reading this far! pls share thoughts!!

song inspo:

[famoussharkhairdoknight]

P links p.1

Trent Alexander Arnold

Rinding him

Backshots

after he humiliated your favorite team

trent loves to fuck you after a bad day

In the car

Noni Madueke

After a bad fight

he fucks you on your boyfriend's couch

You fuck with your enemy

He love you ass

In the bathroom

Rodrygo

Morning sex

Relax time

you and him were watching a movie

Backshots

In your kitchen

Kylian Mbappe

you take away his sadness

Vacation

Sweet sex

In your bathroom

sex on the balcony

[footballffbarbiex]

https://www.tumblr.com/footballffbarbiex/764509446719307776/to-this-nonny-i-would-yes-if-you-have-a-build

i haven’t really got a scenario that leads up to it😭 but i was just thinking like him edging her and then like making ride his thigh if they want to cum? idk i’m really bad w this stuff😂

I've decided to use this for my 20 lines and under! I hope it's ok

she's positioned on his right thigh, her lower half fully naked and only a loose vest top to cover her chest. her bra was thrown across the room somewhere, her nipples are hard and aching against the soft material which Trent has fisted into a ball at her back, partly to give her some friction, mostly to hold her in place.

in his other hand is as much of his cock as he could pull out from his shorts in his haste. a wet smear is already marking his dark skin, and helps to add a little sensitivity to her clit as she rubs herself back and forth against his muscular thigh.

her hands grip his shoulders as she peers down between their close bodies and watches as Trent strokes himself slowly. there's a small bead of pre cum which keeps getting drawn to the slit before dipping back down again, not quite full enough to spill over and yet, she wants to dip her head and lick it clean.

"I've told ya, if you want this in any of your holes baby, you need to cum first," his tone is playful but he means it. "come on baby, ride my thigh. wanna feel it soaked," he encourages. every nerve surrounding her pussy is being stimulated, her clit is being rubbed perfectly, her hole teased and it's the thought of having his cock inside of her that pushes her to continue rocking back and forth, closer and closer to her climax which threatens to hit at any second.

[macybeckham7]

can u do trent and virgin!reader's first night, thankss

‘Try and relax yeah, you are in good hands’ he gives you a cheeky smile and a wink. You make a joke that he probably says that to every girl, which he could tell was you being anxious. ‘We can take this really slow, and we don’t have to rush into this’ he says looking at you in your eyes. You could feel the big hard between his legs, which wasn’t really making you feel any better. As that was supposed to get inside you. He was about to move but you grab a hold of him, nodding and telling him that you wouldn’t want to lose your virginity to anyone but him. You knew he would make you feel good and be gentle. You kiss him and tell him to go ahead. After he makes you feel like you are on cloud nine, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling, he rolls onto his back with you smiling like an idiot up at the ceiling.It wasn’t how you thought you would lose your virginity but in a way it was even better, you both giggling to each other and you feeling so loved that you never thought was possible.

[mattsunsdollie]

when i write fics who can i send it to before posting to make sure everything sounds good/if i need to add anything <33 help a girl out plsssss

[deartrent]

untold feelings — taa (pt. 1)

summary: you find yourself in a web of secrecy, long-suppressed desires and untold feelings within the buildings of liverpool fc, and it's bound to become a sticky situation

warnings: contains smut (18+, mdni)

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

notes: this is my first time writing smut and posting it, so i'm sorry if it's ass 😭 i'm thinking of adding more parts to this bc ive got some ideas cooking, but let me know what you guys think of this part first!

when you started your new job at liverpool fc as a player care officer, you had no idea what awaited you. all you knew was that you'd be in touch with the players most of the time; your main task literally being their first-line support for every- and anything they wanted and needed.

what you didn't expect though, was getting attached to one particular footballer. he was a man of little words, an introverted, closed off, at first seemingly "asshole"—though that presumption disappeared as you spoke to the guy more often. he was mysterious, a characteristic that ignited your interest in him in the first place. he wasn't your usual outgoing, witless and self-centered footballer, no, instead he kept to himself and only gave well-thought out answers. you tried your best to keep each interaction professional, especially when the news broke out of his new vice captain role, you vowed to not get involved with him, not wanting to be the reason that would put his new role in jeopardy.

you struggled though. the tension was there. you could feel it, he could feel it. if anyone else was in the room, they could feel it too. his eyes would bore into you as you typed away on your computer, logging the information he would give you, his eyes clearly attempting to get a message across. he had no shame in checking you out, scanning every part of your body, before his eyes would meet yours again, a mischievous smirk on his face as he sank further into his chair comfortably, his arms lazily draped along the armrests, his legs spread out.

after a few more appointments and conversations, you noticed him coming out of his shell more. there was no denying that the dynamic between you guys shifted, from a strictly professional one, to a more easygoing and flirty one. when you'd pass each other in the hallways, trent would flash you a cheeky smile, accompanied by a quick wink he made sure only you could see. if the coast was clear, he'd quickly poke your side as he passed, causing you to burst out in giggles. he'd always make sure to pass by your office as well, before heading to training, making sure to wish you a good morning or even bringing you a coffee if time allowed him to.

you enjoyed the secretive thing you had going on with trent, adding a tinge of excitement to your days.

the annual club dinner was the first time you and trent would see each other outside of a professional setting. his eyes never left you that night, observing your every move while simultaneously networking with the people around him, waiting for a moment to catch you alone.

"took you long enough," you joked as you watched him approach you, while you stood at the bar, waiting for your next drink. "were you waiting for me then?" his crossed arms rested on the bar, as he faced forward, allowing you to admire his side profile, "maybe," you shrugged, thanking the barman, before turning to trent once again. though he wasn't very tall, he still towered a little over you, that same cheeky smirk never leaving his face. the tension was unbearable and you knew he felt it too, the presence of his teammates and your colleagues being the only thing stopping you from sharing little touches.

"enjoying yourself?" you asked, looking away from his face as you started feeling nervous under his gaze, "yeah, very much," he let out a chuckle, knowing you were referring to him checking you out, "i'd enjoy it more if i could touch though," trent mumbled, his eyes scanning over the place, the same way yours did.

you were caught by surprise. he'd never verbally expressed what his eyes were insinuating. you never expected him to be so blunt, showing a different side to him than you were used to, "i'm afraid you're just gonna have to stick to looking for now," you tried to play off the feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. you wanted to feel his touch just as much as he wanted to touch you, your mind wandering off to the mental images of his body that you'd collected over the past few weeks while observing him in training from the window in your office. "watch out, you might start drooling in a minute," trent joked, amused with his own joke, while you hit his arm with the back of your hand.

you spent the rest of the night flirting back and forth with trent, either through eye contact or subtle touches as you'd pass each other. the night slowly came to an end and trent made sure to check up on you one more time.

"do you want me to drive you home?" trent asked, a hint of hope in his eyes that you'd say yes. you looked around for a second, "i already had a ride, but i don't mind going with you," although your facial expression would never give it away, you felt more nervous with each second passing, the realisation settling in that soon you'd be completely alone with trent.

while trent drove you home, the tension that had built up over the past few weeks only rose. one thing led to another and before you knew it, trent was reclined in the driver's seat, while you had both legs on each side of him. you'd been waiting for this exact moment, to feel his voluptuous and soft lips on yours, savouring every second you spent tasting his mouth. your lips wrapped around his bottom lip, tugging a little as trent's eyes shot closed, his large hands carefully placed on your hips, squeezing them ever so softly. beneath you, you could feel trent grow. seeing him melt under your touch drove you insane, the combination of his shut eyes, parted lips and hushed moans making you feel something you had never felt before.

trent's hands found their way around your back, unzipping the dress you picked with him in mind, as he slowly shed you of your clothing. his fingers eagerly unclasped your bra and as your eyes locked for a split second, you noticed just how hungry he was for you. your dress sat bunched up around your waist, your panties exposed, while your bra was lost somewhere in the car. trent's fingers played with your nipples, an unfamiliar sensation shooting through your body, only trent's touch having that effect on you, "trent," you tried to mumble, his lips never leaving yours, as though he was making up for the past few weeks of depriving him of your touch.

trent's hands roamed around your body, grabbing a handful of your ass, as you leaked more fluid all over your panties. you needed to feel him and you needed to make it clear to him, so as you finally let go of his lips, you cupped his face with your hands, holding him close as you whispered against his swollen lips, "i need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before," those words leaving your mouth made trent go feral, unbuckling and pulling his pants down with one swift motion, the only barrier between your skin and his being your panties and his boxers. your hands wrapped around the elastic band, pulling the boxers down as his cock sprung free, resting against his stomach.

"fuck," you whispered against his lips, your pussy throbbing, yearning to be filled up. trent wasted no time, holding your panties to the side with one hand, while the other slid against your folds, spreading the moisture across his fingers before pumping his cock in his hands a few times. trent lined himself up with your entrance, the moment you both had silently been waiting for finally here. your hands rested on his broad shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. picking up your pace, trent was losing his mind and you could tell. his head fell back against the headrest, his hands firmly on your hips, guiding you through your movements. "fucking hell," he cursed, burying his cock deep inside, hitting a spot you didn't even know was possible, your moans getting louder.

you knew he was close from how sloppy each thrust had become, his breathing getting deeper and quicker. you lifted yourself off of him without a warning, his eyes lazily following your every move, high off of the ride you just gave him. you moved back to the passenger's seat, sitting on your knees as you wrapped both hands around his cock, leaving a trail of spit on his tip as you moved up and down as fast as you could, driving him to his climax. cum leaked all over your fingers, while trent cursed under his breath. your mind clouded by feelings of lust and desire, you brought your fingers up to your lips, licking them off as though you'd just finished a meal. trent chuckled as he crashed down from his high, his thumb caressing your cheek, "won't lie, i didn't expect all that from you, ms. wanna keep things professional," he joked, your cheeks heating up at his remark.

the night continued for a while, you'd moved to the backseat, lying on your back as trent supported himself on top of you. with your legs up, resting on trent's shoulders, he slammed into you, your cries being heard from outside the car. "fuc-" you choked on your moans, trent's name leaving your lips, warning him that you were close. trent watched your eyes roll back, his thumb circling between your folds, stimulating your clit, while his thrusts became deeper and slower, "fuck, fuck, fuck," your legs trembled, your body shuddering against trent as you held onto his muscular arms, as he unloaded another load inside of you.

the car felt hot by the end, your sweaty body on top of trent's as you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands resting on his exposed chest. the silence cleared your mind enough to think about what had just happened. you had no idea how you went from fighting to get a word out of trent to lying on top of him naked, vulnerable and fucked out in his car, parked in front of your place. if you had any energy left in you, you'd be stressing about how you were supposed to go back to work and pretend like nothing had happened—at least that's what you were planning on doing.

you knew you crossed a line you shouldn't have, you felt regret as you looked up at trent whose eyes were shut, his breathing steady and calm. you wondered what was going through his mind, if he was thinking the same as you, and if the weight of concealing the intimacy between you both laid as heavily on his heart as it did on yours.

[furybymoonlight]

See Me (Now) - Part III [FINAL]

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/Reader

Warning/Genre: NSFW! Smut, Age Gap (3 years), Fluff, Angst, friends to lovers

Part I

Part II

***

“Drink.”

“I already did.”

She said, puzzled.

“Drink more, gonna have to make sure you’re perfectly sober and hydrated when I fuck you senseless at last.”

***

It was one in the morning. The streets of Liverpool were mostly empty as Trent’s G-Wagon made its way through the city. The man had just spoken to her once, in the beginning of their drive, to make sure that she’s using her seatbelt and that she’s not cold. He also didn’t play any music to fill the silence, which gave her a hint into his state of mind. He never drove in silence, except when he’s really tense or angry, or worse, both. It didn’t help that even in that situation, her body was still buzzing, not with alcohol, but a highly sexual charge, courtesy of the driver of the car.

Had they just done…whatever the hell it was? It still hadn’t fully registered in her mind, but she guessed it was real, because her lips were swollen, and her body was still burning. She had also now become hyperaware of everything about him, like the way he effortlessly steered the wheel with one hand, the hand that has touched her in ways that she had never even imagined, or how even in the dark of the car he still looked devastatingly handsome. 

The tension in her took a hike as she entered his house, more of a mansion really, which he had just recently bought. She had never been there before, but she had seen the interior during their video calls. The living room was so grand, it could have fit dozens of her small crampy student apartment. She hugged herself, the fiery sensation in her body ebbing away. She suddenly felt small and out of place. Him and her…they were really worlds apart now. 

“How much did you drink?”

He asked, catching her off guard, and all she could do was stared at him because she had no clue at all.

Seemingly catching on that her silence meant that she had drunk too much, Trent’s jaw tightened.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” He said before he made his way to the kitchen, leaving her alone.

She looked around her, wild questions and scenarios jumbling in her head. What was she doing here? Did he truly like her more than just life-long friend? If he liked her then why the hell did he kiss the girl in the club? Who was that girl anyway? Was he just playing with her now that he’s famous?

Her stomach dropped at that unbearable thought.

If he did treat her just as his plaything…it would destroy her, but even if he truly like her as a woman, should they really cross the line? They had a different life now. Would the risk be worth it? Their connection was everything for her, she had never imagined her life without him.

Her head spinning, she took a seat on his ridiculously large and comfortable sofa. A tray with a glass of water, a banana, and some crackers suddenly dropped on to the table in front of her, courtesy of the younger, who settled beside her.

“You should have these.”

His cold, rather indifferent tone ticked her off, she couldn’t help but scoff at him.

“You’re mad at me, really?”

His gaze pierced her, luscious lips curled in a sign of distaste.

“You were seriously drunk and glued yourself to a random stranger, even you’re still a bit drunk now, can you blame me?”

“You kissed another girl.”

She bitterly said, then grimaced when she realized it possibly didn’t make any sense to him. God, she hated how she sounded like a jealous girlfriend, when he wasn’t even hers. To her surprise, he simply shook his head.

“No, I did not. A random girl kissed me and I removed myself immediately. Ask my mates if you must.”

Her eyes rounded at his unexpected answer, suddenly feeling like a weight had been lifted off her. Silence filled the room.

“I…” She stopped, suddenly at loss of what to say. She took a sip of water and slowly rose from the sofa, intending to put some distance away from him. She needed to think, and she couldn’t, not with him being so close.

A gasp left her mouth when Trent pulled her back, and she somehow found herself sitting sideways on his lap, arms splayed across his broad chest. He circled her waist with his left arm, one hand cupping her face, so she had no choice but to look at him. Her heart slammed against her chest. He was so close that their breaths mingled together.

“Trent –“

“You have been avoiding me, and I let you play your game. I thought if I was patient enough, you’d come around, that at the very least we could start to talk again, really talk.”

“Well – “

“But hey, there you were, getting fucking wasted…dancing with some random fucking guy in that dress. That guy could easily be a criminal you know. Did you do it to get back at me?”

He bombarded her, rich brown eyes glinting with ire, voice sharpened with dark emotions.

“No!”

She managed to break free even though she stumbled. Feeling like she was in the danger of suffocating any minute, she walked to a large glass window in the middle of the living room, slowly as she couldn’t trust her legs at that moment. She knew the window was facing his vast garden but currently it was pitched black outside. She crossed her arms, feeling his eyes drilling her back. The room was comfortably warm, but she felt strangely cold.

“It wasn’t like that. I saw you with that girl…and I…I just wanted to escape, to not think at all, hence the drink…and Dan.”

“Dan?”

“The guy’s name…I think.”

“You can’t remember your alcohol intake, but you remember his name? Really?”

Her mind was so hazy in the club that she hadn’t really think much when he said he didn’t like it when she danced with other guys, but now….was it jealousy in his voice?

She turned around to face him, who was suddenly standing tall just a few feet away, throwing daggers at her with his eyes. She let out a deep breath, then asked her question. Her bravery improved by the alcohol which still had a grasp on her, though not by much.

“Trent…do you really like me?”      

“Do I – are you seriously asking me that?”

He looked at her like she had grown two heads.

“I do. Do you really like me as more than friends?”

“I kissed you a week ago, told you today you’re all I see, then kissed you again…and more, and you still ask me that?”

The anger in him appeared to be gone, replaced by disbelief. His words rang true, but she just somehow couldn’t believe it.

“This is just….all too sudden isn’t it? Like - if you hadn’t kissed me that day of my return, I never would have guessed. Trent – wait -”

In a flash, he was right in front of her, cornering her against the window. She tried to push him back, but he deftly trapped her wrists with his left hand, bringing it above her head, then stepped forward even closer. Their bodies pressed together, as close as could be with their clothes on. Her heart missed a few beats and her body instantly lit up.

“You said you wanted me to see you, but you didn’t see me at all do you?”

Before she even could process his question, his lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss, destroying her train of thoughts in an instant. He kissed her the way he played football, passionate, relentless, like he could do it forever, and she wished he really could.

Still keeping her mouth and wrists hostage, his right hand traced her heated skin, along the side of her neck, down to her shoulders, then to her breasts. A muffled moan left her as he kneaded the swollen peaks, the dress a meaningless barrier. He then continued down, his hand slipping beneath her dress to squeeze her rear and pressed it forward against his still covered hardness.

“We still need to….talk..”

She said in a breathless moan when he finally freed her lips and wrists to suck hard on the skin of her neck, sinking his teeth in several spots. She shivered, molten heat dripped down straight to her core. It would leave marks and it would take work to cover it. However, as she had just found out herself in that second, him marking her was a total turn on.

“Okay.”

He said against her shoulder, voice thick with desire, while unzipping her dress, and the next second she was clad only in her strapless bra and panties.

“What –“

“We’ll talk, but first… jump.”

As if spellbound, she did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

“Good girl.”

He whispered against her ear, making her flushed even more, if it was possible. Propping her with his arms, he carried her across the living room and towards the – kitchen?

Still carrying her, he took an opened bottle of water in the middle of the kitchen island with one hand and brought it to her mouth.

“Drink.”

“I already did.”

She said, puzzled.

“Drink more, gonna have to make sure you’re perfectly sober and hydrated when I fuck you senseless at last.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that and her throat all of a sudden felt dry indeed, so she drank, feeling the cold water did nothing to dampen the fever inside of her. He then put the bottle down before claiming her mouth again, smothering her senses. The next thing she knew, she was lying on his bed stark naked, moaning with his mouth suckling and fondling her aching mounds.

“Have imagined about these babies for so long…”

He muttered before lavishing kisses down her abdomen, fingers pinching her tautened peaks, making her back arched. The fire in her was raging and getting more unbearable by the seconds.

“Trent – please - ”

She weaved her fingers through his soft springy hair. She knew they should talk first and set thing straight before doing something as big as this, too much was at stake, but her common sense was gone at that moment.

“What do you want baby?”

“Just….you.”

Moving back up, he pressed their foreheads together, their eyes locked, hips instinctively grinding against her soaking core. He already divested his clothes but still had his briefs on, and she needed more...friction. She could see the carnal longing in his eyes, as she was sure reflected in hers as well.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage. She had never been more nervous. She wasn’t totally without experience. She went on a few dates and had one, albeit very fleeting, relationship before she went away. She knew Trent had had some girlfriends as well, all of them short-lived, though she didn’t recall he had any in the last couple of years.

“I want you too, you have no idea how much.”

He muttered against her mouth before snatching her lips again, as if he couldn’t help it. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly before staring at her again.

“But first…”

He trailed off and swiftly rolled on the side to sit against the pillows. He then easily arranged her to sit in front of him in a kneeling position, facing him with his hips between her folded legs.

“Let’s talk.”

It took her a couple of seconds to understand what he was talking about. What the-

“Now? Seriously?!”

“Hmmm.”

He said, settling his hands on the small of her back, suddenly sounded not too certain. He chewed on his lower lip and her eyes dropped to his mouth. Damn it, she wanted to have a bite as well.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to sink myself in you so bad, I am dying to, you can literally feel how much…but I don’t want us to do this when you still have doubts about me. I don’t want you to regret this, ever.”

She felt like laughing, crying, and kissing him at the same time. If her body wasn’t currently shouting for him, she would find their situation comical. Her and Trent, naked, in bed…just talking. Gotta hand it to him to still have logic at a time like this. Feeling like he was way older and more mature than her now.

“All right.”

“Do you like me?”

He asked her bluntly.

“I do.”

She said, managing to look straight at him although she couldn’t help the blush on her face. His lips tugged into a sincere smile.

“How long?”

“Looking back now, I think I started to feel differently for you quiet a while before I moved away...you’ve always been special to me Trent, you know that, but when I finally had to go away…there were times that leaving you felt like it was unbearable.”

Her fingers trailed along his defined jaw before she brushed her lips softly against his.

“So yes, I like you, more than that actually - but it’s fine if you don’t love me back – yet – I – I mean the important thing now is you like me too. I –“

He shushed her with a soft kiss of his own, looking deep into her eyes with unabashed affection.

“Three years then…well…I win…try five years. I was seventeen, just lost a match and beating myself up because of it, staying all day in my room. So afraid that was as far as I could go in football, that I would never make it to a first team anywhere. That I would just disappoint my family who have sacrificed so much.”

She gaped at him, in total disbelief of what she was hearing.

“You burst into my room, telling me to man up and return to training, you said I’d make it into the team because I was bloody brilliant, but that even if I didn’t, it didn’t matter...you smiled and hugged me, and said that perhaps I hadn’t seen it yet, but there’s more to life than football and that whatever path I treaded in life, you’d be with me every step of the way. That’s when I knew you’re it for me.”

Gently tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear, he continued his shocking confession.

“So I tried to be there for you for everything, hoping in vain that you’d notice me as more. I watched you go on dates, so I dated as well, wanted to erase you from my mind, which turned out impossible. Then there’s Ben, the guy’s name couldn’t be more boring, honestly, just like his personality, thank God you came to your senses quickly with him. After him, you said that you’d focus on your study, so I held my tongue, quite content with being your go-to person, even though it broke me that you’re so far away.”

“Trent…”

“I had a plan for your return you know, asking you out on a date and all…but you started spouting nonsense about being a sister and I just couldn’t cope with it anymore, so I kissed you.”

He kissed her then, slowly at first, before delving his tongue inside her parted lips, hands smoothened the naked skin of her back, creating delicious shivers as they passed. Her world shifted as he toppled her down onto the bed, him on top of her, propping himself on one forearm so he didn’t crush her, his other hand tantalizingly gliding all over her naked body.

“So yeah, I’ve loved you for five years, wishing that every smile, every hug, every call, every message that we exchange means more to you. Five fucking years…going crazy with countless dreams about you, some sweet, others are wild, and the rest…’’

He pressed his still clothed arousal against her flooded entrance in a teasing manner, earning him a soft moan from her.

‘’…borderline illegal that you’d perhaps run away from me if you knew.”

‘’I…had no idea.’’

That’s all she could say to him. Her heart filled with overwhelming emotions, shock, relief, passion, lust, and so much happiness and love that she felt like she could fly at any moment.

‘’Well now you know.’’

He said as he bestowed a kiss on her forehead then her temple.

‘’So see me now…kissing you..’’

He whispered before kissing the spot behind her earlobe, then down to ravish her mouth.

‘’See me now… pleasuring you…’’

His mouth hovered against the valley of her breasts then captured one pebbled tip into his mouth, rolling the other with his fingers, before switching up the treatment. She shuddered as another stream of pleasure pooled at the center of her.

‘’See me now…worshipping you…’’

She could feel his hot breath on the junction of her thighs and then he delved his tongue into her, slithering through her wet folds. He played her like a violin, and her body was a tight string, getting tighter with every tantalizing move of his tongue.

“You taste better than I imagine baby…my all-time favorite flavor.”

He said, voice heavy with desire, then he licked her upward from the bottom of her weeping core before twirling the swollen nub right above her entrance and gently sucked it. Massive electric current ran through her body and she was done, a high pitch scream of his name left her mouth. He seized her mouth again, letting her taste herself, before aligning his pelvis with hers, his arousal now completely uncovered, eyes almost black with unbridled passion.

‘’See me now… making you mine.’’

Trent buried himself inside of her in one swift move. She was more than ready to receive him, but still as he filled her to the hilt, a little sense of discomfort appeared. He was thick.

He stared at her with concern, muscles tensed as he held himself back.

“All right? Just breathe baby.”

He peppered her with kisses, whispering sweet nothings in her ears to give her time to adapt. It wasn’t long before she rocked her hip, signaling him to move, but he held her still.

“I’m clean. Are you still on the pill?”

She nodded. She hadn’t been dating for a long time, the pill had been more of a convenience means to regulate her period, at least until that moment. It made her realize then just how close they were, how she told him deeply private details about her, hell, even her parents didn’t know that.

“Good...for now. One day I hope you won’t need to be.”

Before she could think about his words, the younger began to move, and her brain shut down. He took her in an unhurried pace, his eyes locked on hers, clearly wanting to savor the moment, but her body was still so sensitive from her previous release that it didn’t take much for her to reach her peak again. A simple twist of his hip and her body quaked involuntarily, eyes fluttered shut as another wave of storm washed over her.

Trent stopped moving, taking a long count to inhale and exhale in an effort not to follow her. Her muscles finally loosened, though barely, and he pulled himself out. A whine left her mouth without she realized it.

“So greedy for me.”

He teased, before making themselves lying sideways and spooned her from behind, embedding himself in her again. He thrust into her in a fast pace then, branding her across every part that he could reach with his lips, one hand playing with the rigid tip of her breasts, his right on her hip to anchor his thrusts.

“Give me more babe.”

“Trent….I can’t…”

She said even as the pressure of another climax began to build quickly inside of her. She had just experiences two best releases of her life, she couldn’t bear a third one. He nipped at her neck.

“You’ve made me pining over you for years baby….I want more…you need to give me more, babe, one more.”

He sounded so demanding that even in the throes of passion, she still had it in her to give him a side eye.

“Look who’s the greedy one.”

She returned his teasing, expected him to chuckle at her jab. Trent cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger to make her face him, before giving her a rough, thorough kiss which rendered her breathless.

“When it comes to you Princess? You have no idea.”

He said without any humor, eyeing her with absolute possessiveness. He continued to ravage her then, keeping their eyes locked together. It’s like he needed her to literally see him as he’s owning her.

He grazed a certain sweet spot within her, and she jolted, her moaning increased by numbers, yet she still couldn’t look away, trapped by his intense gaze.

“That’s it….such a good girl for me…only me.”

He hissed as he felt her inner walls began to tighten again around him. He felt unbelievable inside her, crazily good, that she lost her mind.

“Baby please…Trent…”

His name came out in a pleading voice. She was on the verge of a burning cliff and he was the only one who could bring her to absolution.

“Come for me, Princess.”

He gave a hard thrust before pulling himself back until his tip is almost out, then drove deep into her for the final time, meshing their mouth together at the same time. She burst then, breaking to pieces as her walls wonderfully clenching him, pushing him through not a second after. She then felt his warmth filled her, but her eyes had already begun to close. She was wholly spent.

“Mine....at last.”

She vaguely heard him and felt his arms around her. The sound of his heartbeat, though still fast, lulled her to the dreamland.

Ray of sunshine seeping through the large bedroom window roused her from her sleep. Her eyes flickered open, she found herself still wrapped in Trent’s embrace. For a second she tensed, couldn’t remember where she was, then last night event flashed through her brain and she relaxed. God, she was sore all over, rarely used muscles throbbing inside of her. She slowly turned around, finding him still deeply asleep and smiled. He looked so adorable in his sleep. Kissing him on the cheek, she grabbed the nearest shirt that she could find, and made her way to the kitchen.

“Excuse me Miss, have you seen my girl by any chance? I think she is around your height, pretty smile, sexy as sin, wearing number 66 on her back?”

In the light of day, he looked just like the sweet Trent that she usually saw around their family. She rolled her eyes at his cheesy lines but couldn’t resist a blush and a smile. He’s just a cute dork sometimes, well, a half naked cute handsome dork with chiseled form and grey sweatpants which was hanging enticingly on his hip.

She looked away in the pretense to turn off the stove, though it was already off.

“Hmm...I think she is right here.”

She said, trying hard not to get flustered.

“She definitely is, and ooh bonus point! She’s making me an omelette for breakfast, just the way I like it. That’s like, two of my fantasies coming true.”

He admitted, giving her his adorable smile, showing his pearly white teeth. She smiled at him, couldn’t hide the fondness in her gaze.

“You’re such a dorky cutie pie sometimes, do you know that?”

He put a hand against his broad chest in an exaggerated movement as if he's offended.

“Excuse me? I am not. I am a grown up fella.”

“One fact does not negate the other you know.”

He tilted his head then, doe eyes flickered with mischievous glint.

“Hmmm. Want to know what else you’re doing with this so-called cutie pie in his fantasy?

Cornering her against the kitchen counter, his hands slipped beneath her shirt, one squeezed her breasts, another dipping between her legs.

“What?”

Her voice came out breathless.

His whisper against her ear was a promise of an immediate action, sending tingles to her every nerve ending.

“My number….plus three, with you all tied up.”

Author’s Note: Aaand that's it! Thank you all for reading my first ever Trent story! Phew this took a while cause really, I love smut but writing smut is hard! Hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as I love making this. Apology for any mistakes as again, I'm not a native. Anway this turned out faar longer than I imagined :A: hope you don’t get bored. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading! <3