#trent alexander arnold drabble

[judebelle]

trent being a clingy needy bf? xx

menace - t.a.a. x reader

a/n : i’m so fucked w finals season but it’s almost break for me 😇 just gotta make it thru this week 😞 also i made this a drabble SORRYYYY but i think this is better short and sweet!

cw : swearing, clingy trent obv, reader getting increasingly more annoyed throughout the course of the fic, sexual insinuation, fluff

pairing : trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

wc : 704

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it started off as bearable, but god, as the day progressed, you couldn’t deal with him anymore.

the him being sir trent alexander arnold.

it had just so happened that you and trent had aligned a few days off at the same time. this was a rare occurrence since your busy schedules kept you swamped 25/8.

this was the first of many days off. you just needed to get some things done around the house, but trent had other plans.

you almost took up his many offers to just lay in bed all day, but you knew you would feel better if you got things done first.

of course, trent wasn’t making this easy on you.

“c’mere, beautiful,”

“please stay here, just for a few minutes.”

“so sleepy, just nap with me for an hour, please!”

you had to resist the urge to physically roll your eyes at his constant pestering. you had to put your foot down and stop him before you ended up giving in.

“no, trent! i have to finish some things up, i’ll be done soon.”

he was still cuddled up in the bed when you finally left the bedroom to head to the kitchen. you began putting away clean dishes and cleaning the counter tops. as you wiped it down, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“y/n come back to beddd~” trent whined while propping his head on your shoulder to get a better look at what you were doing that was so important. you could feel him kiss his teeth when he saw you cleaning.

“i said, wait. if you keep annoying. me, it’s just gonna take longer!” you groaned when he didn’t let go of your body. “trent, let go. i need to go get-“

“you look so sexy in these shorts, just come back to bed.” you felt his hands slide down to cup your ass.

you rolled your eyes, a smile forming on your cheeks. “you can’t seduce me into going back into bed!” you sing songed as you turned to face him. his arms had you trapped in between him and the counter. he still his droopy eyes and his hair was a little frizzy.

you swiftly ducked out of his grip from under his arm and headed to your office, turning on your computer to print a few things. you heard the soft shuffling of socks on the floor, and low and behold-

“can you just come back, pleaseee!”

“stop it! how old are you? just give me a few minutes.” you had started to whine like a two year old, his complaints giving you a headache.

you placed the papers down and pushed past him to go to the living room, cleaning up blankets and books laying around. you grabbed the watering can and started tending to your wilting plants. all of a sudden-

“ah- get off me! trent! let go, now!”

your feet were hovering over the floor thanks to your boyfriend who had had enough of waiting. he threw your body over his shoulder easily and walked towards the bedroom.

you kicked your legs around, trying to wriggle out of his grip. you slumped against him when your efforts to escape from his death trap went in vain.

“this isn’t funny, y’know?”

he chucked despite your comment. “i can’t wait any longer, sorry.”

a stubborn smile broke across your face before he threw you onto the bed. you bounced onto the fluffy mattress with a gasp. “trent!”

he giggled softly before throwing himself down on top of you. “oww, trent you’re not light!” you found yourself laughing as he kissed your neck.

“shhh, just wanna cuddle.” he reached over and pulled the duvet over the both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he eventually let you breathe by rolling onto his side a little bit. you finally gave into his touch with a sigh, throwing your leg over his hips.

you reached your arms around his neck and nuzzled your head into his chest, his scent all over his wrinkled shirt.

“god, you’re a menace, you know that?” you laughed into his embrace and he responded by hugging you tighter.

“you love it.”

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players: (slightly sub/shy)Dominik Szoboszlai, reader (non Y/N use), Trent Alexander Arnold. words: 6.8k warnings: mfm, fingering, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, protected sex, cream pies, oral sex (m+f), use of sex toys

A/N: I realise that no-one asked for this, not a single person requested this but once it was in my head, that was it. it's taken a while to write and post this as I really wanted to do it justice. if you enjoy it, please don't be a silent reader - interact with the post and drop me an ask if it leaves you feeling things. I love to hear your thoughts!

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several months ago.

"Nah, go on. I wanna know. if you could invite anyone to the bedroom, with or without me but with my permission, who'd it be?"

"Trent baby, you don't want to go there." you scoff and turn your attention back to your phone screen.

"I asked, didn't I?"

"It never ends well," you press. you've seen relationships disintegrate when a third has been brought in, and part of you is already wondering which of your female friends he's hinting for you to have join you both.

"well it's not going to happen is it? but I want to know."

you set your phone down and stretch your arms above your head as you look at him. "ok. I'll entertain you. male or female?" you ask, your eyes preparing themselves for the inevitable roll.

"male."

this has your heart skipping a beat as you take in his single word. "you'd share me?"

"I might not necessarily share you." he replies in a tone that's as casual as if he'd asked what the plan was for the evening dinner. "I said I might not be there, did I not?"

"are you asking if I've cheated?" there's an unsettling feeling in your stomach as you wonder just how far between the lines you're reading.

"I know you've not cheated. but you can't bring up the idea of free use and threesomes and not expect me to ask."

"you were the one who said you'd want to try voyeurism." you point out. "and why would I sleep with someone if you weren't there if you're pressing me for a threesome name?"

"just to see if that would change who you brought to the bed. stop trying to stall and buy time and just tell me."

he's sat as calmly as he was when discussing his own fantasies. when he was saying in detail how he'd be happy to have someone watching as the two of you licked, sucked and fucked your way to an orgasm. that he liked the idea of watching you be pleasured by someone other than him. this then lead you asking if this would be a threesome situation or a cuck-uation.

"friend or teammate?"

"either."

"premier league limited?"

"Oh, you've got an international list have you?" he laughs and sits forward to look at you.

"considering my options." silence follows as you begin to think who. "Starting with Liverpool. Virg could be interesting. but I feel that would be too predictable."

"would it?"

"fucking your captain? it's like fucking your boss for you so you can get a promotion." you say as you raise your eyebrow. "Dom could be fun." you say as you drum your fingers on your thigh.

"he could. why him though?"

"he seems sweet, there's a joyous innocence about him, he's easily pleased but I think he'd change in bed. I bet he's the one that needs to give. he's got a beautiful mouth, I reckon he knows what to do with it."

"I'm starting to think you would actually be up for it, and not just thinking out loud," he muses.

you know the answer, but to blurt it out would imply that you've given it far more thought than just tonight. "I'd definitely have to give it more thought, but it's not an instant no." you tell him.

"who else then?" trent asks, but as you begin to continue, you can see his thoughts are drifting.

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Current day.

rain is pelting the windows with the force of hailstone and has been for the past few hours. the sky has been a blanket of black clouds, forcing the sun into hiding long before it set. your bags were soaked by the time you hurried from the car, and even though it took a while for your skin to dry off, your hair remains damp.

"I like that colour." Trent says as he sits back in the bedroom chair and watches as you get changed.

"it'll look better with heels," you remark and turn on the spot to search for the pair that you'd dug out for this reason. Your feet slip into them, boosting you a few inches higher but you immediately change your posture. you immediately feel sexier.

he's been in a ratty mood the last few days and as a way to make it up to you, he's given you his credit card and said no spend limit. with a few purchases at a coffee shop, more books to add to your bookcase overflow pile and a new aftershave for him, you decided to treat yourself to new lingerie.

this was where his card got abused. the two of you had discussed the idea of you being shared on other occasions, and so when you sent him a picture of the store you were going into along with the caption, "going pick out something for your teammate to take off", it wasn't out of the blue.

the store was mostly sophisticated and dare you say "posh", with beautiful pieces of soft fabric ranging from full cups and high waisted panties. towards the back of the store, you found more daring pieces which on a good day could be considered there scraps of leather and lace being showcased on a mannequin in front of a strictly 18+ section. a crop and paddle set fell into your basket while there, as well as clitoral suction toy, some body licks, flavoured lubricants and an ankle spreader.

you're trying to close the clasp on the last set of "normal" underwear when Trent begins to rummage through the rest of the bag. "baby..." he says in a quiet tone, the crop laid out across those long beautiful fingers of his, while the clitoral toy is cupped in his palm. he's about to say something else, when his attention drifts back to the bag. the items are bunched into one hand while he pulls out the set you were most excited to show him.

"I think some of this is missing." he comments, holding up the crotchless panties in front of him.

"That's the whole point of them," you say, snatching them out of his hand while you try to work out if you feel embarrassed or not.

"show me?" the look on his face is enough to make you not complain that he's barely appreciated the set you're currently wearing. he dangles the new one from the tips of two fingers and you wait until you're stripped naked before you collect them.

The bra covers you more than the pants do, with your full breast concealed but pushed up. the panties, for the most part, are there, but open up from your clit down to where your holes are. Trent says nothing as he waits for you to pull it all into the right place, adjust it where needed. He sits and observes. Or so you thought. it's not until you're about to ask him something that you spot the ripped open battery pack and notice the clitoral toy now placed on his knee. the ankle spreader lays at his feet.

you stand before him, neither of you saying a word as he drinks you in. his eyes drag over your body, lingering on certain parts of you than others before they finally come to rest where your thighs meet. slowly, you take a step back. and another one when he doesn't object. you keep going until the soft bedding touches the back of your thighs.

when he doesn't urge you to come back to him, you sit down, pushing yourself as far back onto it as needed before lifting up a foot, anchoring yourself in place with the heel and letting your legs drop open.

"fuck babe, you're making me want to throw my plan out of the window."

"I hope it didn't involve fucking me." you tell him, fingers trailing over your skin. they dance over your stomach, stroke up towards the cup of your bra and back down to the very edge of your barely there panties. you can feel the whisper of your touch at the skin just above where your clit peaks from your folds.

"why's that?"

"you've been in a foul mood. you don't get to touch me. yet anyway."

"do I not?"

you shake your head at him and continue to explore your body with your hand, resisting the urge to smile when he shifts in his seat and a swelling becomes painstakingly apparent at his groin when your fingers finally trace over the spot between your legs.

goosebumps slowly arise and you can feel your clit throb a little with anticipation as your fingers touch anywhere but the sensitive nub or wet hole.

your name falls from his tongue in a velvety tone, and his hands begin to leave the arms of the chair. "you move. I stop." you tell him.

"you're not in charge of this," he tells you, eyes now fixated on your face rather than your pussy.

"neither are you." you counter, two fingers parting your folds and rubbing over your slicked entrance before teasing with the lightest of probes. "do you like watching me, Trent?"

"yes." the single word is dripping with a need that you haven't heard for a while.

"why?"

"I love watching you receive pleasure."

"even if it's not from you?" you query.

he nods, eyes never moving from where they stare. not even when you whimper ever so slightly as a finger finally sinks into you. you're not as wet as you could be, but it's still early days and it's enough to lubricate you current movements.

"do you know how sexy it is to watch you like this?" he asks, attention still firmly between your legs.

"I could say the same for the way it feels to when you watch me," you confess, your finger entering you fully now in an even rhythmic pace. your mind is wandering off, conjuring up thoughts and images of the way he'd use the spreader and toy. you wonder how he'd use the toy. you wonder at what point he'd need to restrain your ankles, spreading open your legs with the sole intention of giving you as much pleasure as possible without you preventing him from doing so. consensually of course. Trent wasn't like that, unless you asked.

"interesting that we've established that I like to watch you be pleasured and you like to watch me watching you be pleasured."

"that's a whole lot of me getting off baby, and I'm here for it."

"c'mere." he says, gesturing you forward with two fingers.

you reluctantly pull your fingers from your pussy, climb from the bed and make your way towards him. he reaches out, grabs your wrist when in reaching distance, closes his eyes and sucks your slick coated fingers between his lips.

"so good," he comments, your two fingers still within his mouth. when he finally opens his eyes again, he pushes your digits from between his lips with his tongue and looks at you in such a way, you're seconds away from climbing into his lap and kissing him. "can I use your new toy on you?" he asks.

you don't reply, but you do nod your head and begin to straddle his thighs.

"no baby, I want your back to me." he says, placing his hands on your waist and physically turns you around himself. once you're facing away from him, he guides you backwards and sits you on his lap before spreading your thighs wide. "pass me the toy." it's not an ask but a command and you do so willingly.

he doesn't switch it on yet, but he does drag it over your thighs, down from your knee and up to your centre where he coats the suction part in your wetness. "is this what you had in mind when you picked this up?

you want to answer but he's circling your clit with it and each delicious round he makes, it's harder to focus on stringing together a sentence. you lay your head back against his shoulder and stare at the ceiling, not taking your eyes from the same spot as you just take in everything he's doing. you're so exposed, so laid bare for him to do with as he wishes that you can't begin to imagine how turned on you'll be when he does introduce the spreader bar if this is how you're already feeling.

"well?" he pushes for an answer.

"yes." it's all that you can manage when he quickens the circles, and though he still hasn't switched the toy on, you're close to reaching your climax.

"I love this." he whispers, "slowly unravelling before me." he nips at your earlobe, and presses the "on" button and your hips buck as pleasure surges through you. "listening to your sounds. feeling every shudder and tremble. god you're amazing when you cum." he places kisses over every inch of available skin as he speaks, his hand forces the toy against your clit to apply slightly more pressure and leaves you forgetting how to breathe. you can feel your wetness grow, pool at your hole and then the way it trickles from you as your climax finally hits. your body feels as though it's vibrating and your eyes struggle to stay open. everything within you feel alight and your toes curl from the intensity of it.

Trent lowers the toy and turns it off, leaving his hand covering the length of your pussy area as he just holds you there, lips grazing over your neck as you grind your ass against his cock. "what do you say? think she's pretty when she cums?"

your brows furrow and you pull a face as you try to turn to look at him. "oh, should she be speaking in third person now?" you laugh, watching as he ignores you, his attention elsewhere.

"he wasn't asking you."

your body tenses at the sound of another man's voice and your face snaps to the side to find the owner of it as your thighs clamp around his hand to try and save whatever scraps of dignity you have left.

he stands with his side pressed to the doorframe, his arms are crossed and he's dressed in simple, casual joggers and a plain tee. his feet are bare and there's nothing to indicate he'd got here in a hurry.

"Dominik." you whisper. the corner of his lips twitches and your core pulses at the sight of it.

"I felt that by the way." Trent whispers and your cheeks heat with shame, more so when you feel it happen again. "your clit literally throbbed at the sight of him."

"what are you..." you trail off, unable to finish asking your question as your rack your brain for answers.

"I thought you had something for me to take off?"

"I felt that too," comes Trent's voice and bites down on the shell of your ear as you grind yourself a little harder against him, making him groan with frustration.

"somehow, I don't think this is your colour." you find yourself quipping, thankful for the coverage that your boyfriend's hand is providing.

"and yet," Dom throws a cautious look over your shoulder to Trent, "I think you would be a perfect fit around me."

"that's presumptuous," you comment, feeling yourself growing wetter the longer he looks at you.

"do you want him to go?" trent asks, seriousness in his tone for the first time since you left the house this morning.

your mind is whirling. had he been setting this up for days? had he pushed for you to go out today to find a reason to get Dominik in secretly?

"fuck babe, you're making me want to throw my plan out of the window."

his sentence comes back to you from earlier and you feel your stomach drop, flip and rise into your throat all at once.

"you orchestrated this whole thing," you whisper to yourself and feel Trent grin as he tries to kiss your shoulder.

"say right now if you don't want this." Dominik says as he watches the two of you together. "you may have picked me but that doesn't mean you've said yes to me being here tonight." he says. there was something hot about him seeking consent before he does anything and though his words didn't sound it out, his eyes are pleading with you to let him have you.

"and if I say no?"

"I'll leave. it won't change anything."

"what will you do to me?"

"whatever you want me to."

"and you?" you turn your body to look at Trent.

"as long as you're getting pleasure, I'll take anything."

you weigh up their words, knowing that the decision is completely yours. you have two men here, willing to obey your every wish and that is fucking sexy.

you open your thighs again and splay your own over Trent's hand, forcing his middle finger to bend, tilting his hand this way and that until his fingertip sinks into you. you manipulate his finger in such a way that he gets the gist of what you're asking and slowly, he begins to thrust his finger in and out of you while Dom watches as you grind against his hand.

"do you like that?" you ask him, as you guide another of Trent's fingers inside of you. "watching as I fuck myself with your friend's fingers? watching as I fuck my boyfriend's fingers?" you add for emphasis.

"what man wouldn't?" his hand dips to bottoms, dragging his palm over the length of his cock which is pressing against the fabric. you couldn't say whether or not the whimper that comes from you is because of Trent rubbing his palm intentionally against your swollen clit or because of the way his teammate strokes himself before you.

"what would you like me to do to you Dominik? I can't see you've come all the way here just to watch me and perhaps take off my underwear."

"I'm happy with whate-"

"no. I want to hear it from you. what do you want?"

Dominik gives an almost nervous glance towards Trent, clearly not knowing how reality vs fantasy will play out before he licks his lips and says, "I want you to suck my dick."

"that wasn't so difficult now was it?"

"get on the bed," Trent whispers, "I want to eat your pussy from behind."

"you're going to be the death of me," you say as you turn enough to place two fingers beneath his chin and bring his lips to yours. he pulls his fingers from you slowly as he deepens the kiss, mixing his tongue with yours slowly, almost lovingly.

"can I touch you?" Dom asks. you hold out your hand, barely able to get more than a "yes" out before Trent is kissing you again. your fingers is met with Dom's hair, surprising you as you expected his shirt and you guide him to your body. Dom's lips kiss over your neck, his short facial hair scraping lightly against your skin as he begins a slow progression down to your breast. his fingers carefully tug your nipple free and within seconds his lips close around it, tongue sucking it further into his mouth.

Trent's wet fingers grip your waist as the other dry hand grips your hip, almost pinning you against him and within moments or minutes, who knows, Dom's own fingers are feeling their way up your thighs. it's impossible to focus on any one thing. whenever you relish the feel of the swipe of a tongue, fingers scraping against your skin or curling against your pussy distracts you.

"no, I need you on that bed." Trent groans as he breaks the kiss and tries to shift beneath you, his cock now painfully hard and in desperate need of friction of some kind to give him any kind of stimulation. Dom reads the situation well and moves away from you, leaving you feeling needy now you have little to no contact from either of them.

this time, it's Dominik who is offering his hands to you to help you to your feet and the short distance to the bed. heeding Trent's words, you position yourself near to the end of the bed to allow you to take care of Dom while still being comfortable enough for Trent to have his way from behind.

"Come closer," you encourage Dom, noting the way his eyes drag over the curve of your body as you lean forward on your knees, your ass high up in the air, the slope of your back down to where you rest on your elbows. he steps forward, cock twitching against his bottoms and you reach forward to palm him. "feel free to correct me at any point if this doesn't feel good." you say, making yourself comfortable as Trent climbs onto the bed.

Dom dips his hand beneath the waistband and pulls his cock free for you as he nods his understanding and steps towards you. he's within licking distance but you don't use your mouth just yet. Trent sits beside you, hands stroking idly over your inner thigh as he watches the two of you. your fingers run over the length of Dom's silky shaft and take in every inch, vein and curve of it to familiarise yourself. despite the rest of him being unapologetically wild, he's trimmed and maintained the hair at the base of his dick.

only when Trent's fingers lazily strokes over your pussy lips, dragging a single finger through them at times to touch your clit and soaked hole, do you lean forward ever so slightly to lick over the head of Dom's cock. there’s no hiss, no groan but you can hear the hitch in his breathing instead and you know that the teasing and build up has done its job. 

your tongue swirls around the tip, he tastes clean and of fabric softener. as you begin to sink your lips down, taking the head into your mouth, this is when Trent slips two fingers inside of you. there’s a soft whimper that sounds from you and as it vibrates through Dom’s cock, he gives the most beautiful whine in retaliation. 

with each bob of your head you take a little bit more within your mouth, your tongue swirling around his shaft and trying to taste every inch of him that you can. the groan that comes from Dominik only strengthens the urge to take him faster and deeper. you circle your hips, trying to pull Trent's finger within you.

"i need more Trent." you barely pull your mouth from Dom to utter the words before you're swallowing him back down. if you thought the noise he'd made previously was glorious, then the new one is downright sinful.

"fuck." Dom pants as he watches inches upon inches slide between your lips before coming back into view again. "the mouth on her."

"can't even take credit, can I babe?" Trent asks, removing his fingers and you feel the way the mattress dips and rises again as he moves position. "she's always been cock hungry and it shows." he says as he slaps the curve of your ass before spreading your cheeks apart. "fuck you look amazing like this."

there's no time to consider where he's going to press his mouth as you feel the wet lick of his tongue against your core, his nose pressing against your skin as he begins to lap at you and you feel your cunt tense and tighten as he pushes his tongue inside of you, as though your body is trying to beg him to fill you in some way.

you use your hand, putting your weight into your knees and other arm and elbow to use your fingers to stroke over the last couple of inches, while also palming Dom's balls in unison with Trent's mouth. Dom's head drops back and a long, drawn out moan fills the room as you take as much of him into your mouth and fight against the gag reflex while you hold him there, lodged between your mouth and throat until it feels like your lungs are burning from holding your breath but you don't give up until he throbs against the walls of your throat and he curses your name.

only then do you come back up for air, your breathing laboured as your chest rises and falls heavily with a long thin trail of spit dangling from your lips and leading to his dick which twitches before you. your vision begins blurring with every merciless flick of Trent's tongue against your swollen clit and the whimpers you make when he effortlessly slips two fingers in from tip to knuckle and curls them is heaven.

"open," Dom instructs after a few moments - or minutes who could tell at this point, and through hazy blinks, you see him cock in hand while he strokes over the length of it. if lusting after your boyfriend's teammate's cock was wrong, then you didn't want to be right. you lick your lips before swirling your tongue around every crevice within your mouth to wet it before complying. Dom runs the tip of it over your lips, applying his pre-cum to your bottom lip and you eagerly lick it off.

"never did I see myself here doing this, but fuck am I going to make it last."

"should I be insulted that you've not thought about me like I have you?" you ask before closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as you groan. these actions makes you miss the nervous glance that Dom looks to Trent's forehead and when he doesn't stop eating your pussy, he swallows before answering.

"not insulted," he circles your tongue with his dick, eye fixated on your mouth. "it's just not often you can mention how many times you've had a wank to the thought of your friend's girlfriend."

your eyes open wide as your lips seperate, your breathing now little more than pants as your orgasm begins to not only take form, but take hold. your stomach automatically tightens, your toes curl and as your thighs tremble, you feel your release.

only, Trent doesn't let up. whether this is because he wants to show Dom how he can make you feel, how he can make you come, how you respond to him or because he truly wants you to have a night to remember, you do not know. you can barely string a sentence together in your mind as your orgasm rolls into another effortlessly, let alone try and figure out your boyfriend's agenda.

Dom's hands feel for you, helping you to stay upright while the last of the tremors from your high pass. "you look so fucking gorgeous when you come." he says as Trent's fingers pull out of you, your wetness dripping down your inner thigh as a result.

"there's no need to lie, I'd have fucked you regardless." you tell him, earning you a real laugh. you feel Trent move behind you, slipping from the bed and hear the sound of drawers being opened and boxes being pulled apart. you're just turning your head when you watch as Trent's arm extends past you, a condom wrapper held out between two fingers.

he graciously accepts, taking no time to place the wrapper between his teeth and tearing it open as you sit back on your heels and watch as he rolls it down his shaft.

you catch Trent's movements in your peripheral vision before "he's right though," Trent's lips are at your ear, his words so quiet that only you can hear. "there's nothing sexier than watching you lose yourself in me."

you turn to look at him, really looking at him for the first time since Dom stepped into the room, and take him in fully. "how do you feel with this?" you ask him. "reality can be different."

"I'd have no issues with kicking him out if I changed my mind." he tells you and cups his hand at your nape and pulls you forward for a kiss. you can taste yourself upon his tongue but god do you need this. Dom is momentarily out of your mind as your attention is fully on your boyfriend. his hand stays at your neck while the other does everything he can to pull you flush to him. he strokes over your skin and kisses you like you're the only two in the room.

your own hand dips between you both, grasping his hard cock through his boxers. there's growing wet patch from where his pre-cum has soaked through, and for a second, you feel pangs of guilt for ignoring Trent's needs. A groan that rumbles through the both of you from him and instinctively you clench your thighs with want. he feels perfect, like his dick was made for you.

he kisses you with everything he has, pouring everything from this afternoon into it, letting you know just how turned on this whole situation has made him. once freed from his shorts, he bucks into the hand you've used to wrap your fingers around his shaft, envelope him into a fist with the right pressure that makes him begin to lose control. but it's when your thumb swipes over the very sensitive tip right now, Trent is not too proud to beg.

you break the kiss, not wanting to waste another second or more to not taste him. he's between your lips within seconds and this time, it's Trent's moans that reach your ears. you swirl your tongue around the tip before taking more of him within your mouth before repeating the process. he begins to meet you halfway, bucking his hips to thrust into your mouth far enough without making you gag. spit gathers in your mouth, pooling at the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin as he fucks your mouth. you try to keep your eyes on his face but it's not possible.

"I can't." he hisses as he slows his pace and pulls out of your mouth, his cock visibly twitching before you and his balls tighten. "I wanna finish inside you after. fuck you make it hard to stop."

he tucks himself away, the look on his face telling you that having to wait to finish is the last thing that he wants to do but the self restraint is impressive. you turn your attention back to Dom as he stands palming his cock in long, slow strokes and wipe the mess from your face.

"I can g-"

"no." both you and Trent say at once and any further protests he could have planned are stopped with the look upon your face. "unless you've changed your mind," you give him a moment to be able to back out now.

"I haven't." he shakes his head and his expression sets. "I just thought..." he shoots a look at Trent.

"when you stroked your cock, what did you think about?" you change the subject and reference something he'd eluded to earlier.

"you sucking my dick, sometimes I'd be eating your pussy and wondering how you'd sound. other times you'd be on top of me while I fuck up into you, watching as your boobs bounce."

"mmmm," you hum happily, "a favourite of mine. come lay down," you pat the bed beside you. despite the bravado you're giving, your heart hammers against your chest. you've not long since had this man's cock in your mouth and yet, the idea of having him inside you, deep inside your cunt, is something else. when you swallow, you push down the rising nerves and try to compose yourself. you want this.

but what if you're not goo-

no. you squash the thought before it can fully take hold and move before you can think your way out of this situation. you straddle Dom's waist, knees bent at his hips and feet resting beside his knees as your clit rests at the base of his cock which lays against his stomach.

"you look so pretty beneath me." you tell him, running your hands over his chest, down over his abs and resting on his waist with his cock in the middle of them. "how is reality treating you after fantasising about it?"

"it's making me wish I wasn't about to go back to just fantasising about this after tonight."

"sounds like another conversation for another day," Trent says as he takes a seat.

you walk your fingers over his stomach, smiling as he instinctively sucks in and watch as his cock twitches as you near it. you grip it at the base, admiring the fact that he's still so hard after being neglected for this long. lifting your hips, you scoot forward ever so slightly and begin to rub the tip of it up and down your slit - from clit to hole and back again.

when his breathing deepens, eyes locked between your bodies in anticipation of him slipping into you, you take your time to build the tension and when he finally enters you, you're tight around him. he cusses, head pressing into the duvet as he savours the first feel of you wrapped around him. you copy your actions from giving head, taking a few inches at a time, working your body to accustom his size and the way he reacts. slowly you move up and down until you finally take him all the way.

"you feel so fucking good," Dom hisses as you steady yourself, placing one hand on your thigh and the other on his stomach and only then do you begin to ride him. he watches, torn between your face and the way you sink down onto his cock. he watches as he spreads you open, as inches of him are taken with ease with only drips of your wetness remaining at the base of his cock.

his hands grip your waist, helping to build you up to a pace that he likes. feeling him slowly take control, urging you to fuck him the way that he enjoys is delicious. when you give well timed pussy clenches, his eyes damn near roll into the back of his head, his fingertips digging into your skin in such a way you kinda hope they'll leave some small marks to look at long after the feel of his cock inside of you has faded.

those beautiful soft brown eyes seem darker when he manages to look at you again, and there's something in his expression that has you amending your hand placements. he shifts himself slightly beneath you as you rise up above him and he begins to meet your movements, thrusting up inside of you until your own movements cease and he has full control over the depth and speed in which he fucks you.

one thrust bleeds into another to the point where you no longer know where one finishes and the next starts. his movements are fluid and effortless. when you arch your back, it changes the angle of your hips and in turn, the way he feels. when your bodies come together, there's slight friction against your swollen clit which makes your eyes flutter closed and there's a ghost of a stroke within you against where your g-spot is. your breathing comes out in little more than pants, whimpers abandon you and any other noises you could possibly conjure are fruitless.

your head dips back ever so slightly, your fingers find your nipple and you begin to roll and pinch until pleasure ebbs through you. you're concentrating on nothing more than the feel of Dom's cock thrusting into your soaked pussy that the strange sensation of something pressing against your clit confuses you for a second. you feel it before you hear it and opening your eyes becomes a struggle. through blurred vision, you see Trent beside the bed, arm extended as he holds the clit sucker against you. waves upon waves of pleasure crash through your body, heat builds up and spreads throughout your body like a wildfire. there's a tightening in your stomach that does so in such a way that it feels too much and not enough.

you're writhing above him, a pathetic cry comes from your lips and all you can do is hold onto Trent's arm and Dom's waist for dear life as you quake above him as the orgasm you were not anticipating wreaks havoc with your body. Dom snaps his hips quicker, chasing his own high now as you're still in a euphoric state, your climax lingering in ways you hadn't known before. the digging of his fingers into your hips and waist continues as Trent removes the toy from your clit, finally allowing you a moment's reprieve and with a series of Hungarian phrases in a deep grunt, he buries himself deeply within you as he finally comes. you can feel the way his balls twitch against your ass cheeks, and his cock throbs inside of you as he spills every last drop he can.

his eyes have a glazed look over them, his lips are parted and there's a slight frown upon his face as he tries to control his breathing. you can see the way his vision clears, his features soften and his mouth curves into a grin when he notices you watching him. unable to stop yourself, you gently push his hair from his forehead and lean down to press your lips to his in a quick but dare you even say meaningful kiss. a silent way of saying "thank you" of some sorts.

you lift yourself from him and begin to sit on the bed when you realise that Trent has other ideas. he pushes you backwards by your shoulders, his hands prizing open your legs before hooking under your knees and pulling you towards him so that your ass is close to the edge of the bed. he pulls his cock free once more, coats the head of it in your wetness before pushing all the way in. any brief feeling of sadness you may have had for the absence of Dom's cock is now out of your mind as Trent's fills you up.

he leans over your torso, lips locking around your puckered nipple and sucks it into his mouth. his tongue flicks and swirls against it like he had your clit as his cock pumps in and out of you with disgusting ease. your body is spent, there is no chance for another orgasm and yet your body is still heightened from everything. every nerve in your body feels as though it's singing for the encore; everything within you returning to normality at this familiarity.

try as he might to take his time, to savour reclaiming your pussy as his own, he's movements are like a man starved. he ravishes you in ways you could never have dreamt. there's little pain as he scoops an arm under your back, forcing you to arch your back, pushing your tit closer to his face as he continues to pound into you, needing to be as close to you as possible. your arms wrap around him, holding him in place as you feel the tell-tale frantic thrusts that signal he's close to finishing.

you feel it. the burst of warmth that fills you up as he shudders to a stop, your name dripping from his tongue in ways Dom couldn't. he slumps against you, mouth now peppering kisses over where he can reach - from one breast to the other, over your shoulders and up your neck until finally, his lips are on yours once more. his. you're his once more. it's only now that you realise that Dom is re-emerging into the bedroom. when he'd disappeared is beyond you, but he's tidied himself up and is clutching a damp wash cloth, a towel and a glass of water.

"I wasn't sure what kind of aftercare you both do, but it seemed like it was the least I could do." he says while he steps towards the bed and lays the towel down and hands you wet cloth which you dab over your face, relishing in the coolness against your hot skin. Trent slowly pulls out, ensuring that your legs are together before pushing your feet to his chest, lifting your lower half up to spread the towel beneath you. he then places his hands on your knees to spread your legs wide to marvel. you pat the damp cloth over your chest before placing it between your legs - much to Trent's clear dismay - and clean yourself up the best you can before your boyfriend takes it from you and finishes you off.

"oh baby," you say to Trent softly. "where do we go from here now?"

"that's for me to work out, and you to find out. but I think that this worked too well to stop here...."

[judesluvr]

bsf!trent that can't help but look at your body when you change your shirt in front of him 😵‍💫

he'd be trying so hard not to steal a glance at you, tilting his head to stare at his own lap as he fiddled with his thumbs. you and trent had been best friends for years and neither of you cared when it came to changing in front of each other, your fingers looping round the hem of your shirt as you pulled it above your head. his pupils would dilate wildly at the sight of your bare chest, the way your hips dipped in and curve before your thighs. it wasn't the first time he'd find himself in a situation that involved him gazing at you, sometimes getting lost in the way you looked with no clothing on but of course he wanted to be respected, his face always burning afterwards in fear of doing something wrong. and he'd just be staring at you out of hooded eyes, eyebrows knitted together as he found his bottom lip tucked between his teeth because fuck it was so obvious that he fancied the fuck out of you and all he wanted was to hear that you felt the same. as soon as the material of your new shirt covered your naked chest and stomach you'd turn your attention to trent, his throat swallowing dryly as you giggled a small "you really shouldn't make it so obvious trent" as he'd playfully roll his eyes, trying to change the conversation before you caught sight of the way you made him feel

[sportswriters]

please a trent fic (smut) morning sex after you both wake up surprisingly h0rny??🩷🩷🩷

hey, thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long to be posted, i really loved writing this scenario with trent. hope you enjoy it as much as i did, have a good read! ;) - ella

a morning off - t. alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female!reader | s, f | established relationship | wc: 3k+ | warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up, everybody, be fr out there)

WHEN THE LIGHT COMES IN, brightening the room, greeting the morning sun to wake us up, my mouth moves in a low, involuntary curse, because any bit of light bothers me and wakes me up almost instantly. I roll over in bed, bumping into Trent's heavy body, not daring to open my eyes, but I know I won't be able to go back to my previous sleep in the same way. He's a heavy sleeper. The world could fall, the light could blind us, Trent won't wake up.

The bad mood reverberates through me for a moment. I lift my hand to scratch my burning eyes and feel his heavy hand on my stomach, an involuntary moan escapes my lips when I realize that he's completely glued to me, our legs tangled together, I couldn't tell where I started and where he ended.

"Trent," I whisper, the complaint taking shape. He doesn't move and I snort. “Damn, you forgot the curtains open again.”

I finally open my eyes. For a week now, the exhaustion of work has taken over our bodies and our routine and we've barely spent any quality time together. The demands of the office have left me stressed and the pressure he felt to get better from his recent injury made him shrink into his own world, but he tried not to add his stress to mine, so we always had dinner together and went to bed afterwards, this being our routine for the last few days and the closest thing to physical contact we had with each other. I can't remember the last time we had sex.

More awake now, I stare at his face, almost too close to mine, serenity taking over his soft expression. Neither of us has to wake up so early or get up for the next few hours, as we finally got the morning off to adjust our sleep and rest our bodies, but my plan to sleep late was ruined by him forgetting to close the curtain so the light wouldn't get into our room.

My lips move involuntarily in a smile. I roll over so that I can lie on my side, facing him, a little closer to his body, and his chest rises and falls in regular breathing. He's shirtless, which gives me a privileged morning view of his body and I start to feel warm. My body has been craving his for days, but exhaustion always overcame me. Now, without the rush that used to surround us almost every morning, I feel compelled to enjoy the moment.

“Darling.” I snuggle up to him, throw my leg over his waist and kiss the tip of his nose, which makes him smile, but he still won't open his eyes. “Wake up.”

I run my hand over his face, admire his beauty in silence and feel my heart skip a few beats. I'll never get used to the feeling of loving this man and that it's all real, because it feels like a dream. A dream that I expect to wake up from every day, but he lives to show me that it's real, that he loves me just as much or more.

Trent starts to wake up. The english player squeezes my waist a little too tightly, forcing me closer and that's when I bump into something hard, quickly realizing that he's aroused. That's great. That makes it easier for me to play.

I kiss his face, move down his chin and onto his neck. I rub against his hard cock and he gives me a husky moan, his hand moving down to my ass, where he squeezes and presses me against him.

“Trent,” his name comes out of my mouth in a moan.

My clit throbs and he finally opens his eyes, staring at me with that sleepy expression of a person who's just woken up, the sideways smile messing up the butterflies in my stomach and I hate that he's so effortlessly handsome. I understand all those girls who insist on sending him DMs on his Instagram profile.

“I've been missing this," he murmurs.

His body pulls me into a hug and he takes the opportunity to kiss the sensitive spot on my neck. I can't remember the last time we woke up so horny like this and I was missing it as well. I'm missing his whole body, his kisses full of ulterior motives, the vibration around my belly that he always made me feel, yearning for more.

“I'm not kissing you," I warn.

The sound of his laughter vibrates through the room and he places one last kiss on the skin at the nape of my neck before turning his face towards me, staring. His fingers smooth the skin of my ass, covered only by a thin pair of panties, all that covers me from then on is just an old shirt of his. He knows I don't like morning kisses before hygiene, so he never objects, although he never fails to tease me.

“But you're going other things, right?” he teases.

His obscene smile gives away his whole idea. There was only one intention for both of us there, and it wasn't the least bit pure. As encouragement, he rubs his hard cock against me again, the friction making us both moan at the same time. Trent's hand slips between my legs and slides down to my panties, teasing me over the cloth.

“Your panties are dirty, baby.”

His thumb swirls against my sensitive clit, the cloth of the panties wet with my moisture. It doesn't take much effort for him to get me like this and, the first few times, I used to be embarrassed by how quickly I got wet because of him, but I've abandoned my shyness. Beads of sweat begin to drip from my back and forehead. I crack a feline smile.

“I am dirty," I tease.

His eyes shine with something I can't identify. The emotion passes through his irises and disappears as quickly as it appears, but the smile has frozen on his handsome face and, taking me by surprise, he gets up and turns me over, leaving me on my back.

“I'll sort it out for you," he promises.

Trying not to throw the full weight of his body on top of me, he starts trailing kisses down my skin, at the same time as his hands go up the shirt I'm wearing by the hem. He does all this slowly until he pulls the cloth over my head and leaves my breasts free, the nipples already stiff with his touch.

“I don't know how I've gone almost a week without this sight," he says, a sigh escaping through his parted lips. I rub my thighs against each other, a bit bewildered by the pleasure taking me, and he smiles. “I'm happy for this morning off.”

“Trent…”

He leans over and bites the nipple of my right breast. The sensation takes me over completely and I thrust into him, wanting more. His tongue circles and sucks and I can't hold back the moans. I want to wake up like this every day. I even forget that a few seconds ago I was angry with him because of the curtains. Now nothing matters more than his mouth causing me indescribable sensations.

I moisten my lips and adjust myself underneath him. His mouth is still busy on my breasts and I want to tease him as much as he's teasing me, but he makes it difficult. His hands slide down to my waist and he spreads my legs further apart, wedging himself in between.

It's a better position and one I take advantage of, crossing my legs around his waist, pressing myself against his cock, feeling it harden. I want to feel him inside me, the morning boner overwhelming me, the longing to be with him like that consuming me and I've never been so grateful for a morning off.

He starts to lower his mouth to my belly and makes a trail of kisses down my skin, sending shivers down my spine, the anticipation moving to the one spot between my legs and I don't mind moaning out loud with his mouth causing me all these sensations so early in the day.

“You're so hot, Y/N” he mutters, kisses my thigh and starts to pull my panties down, getting rid of them by my legs. “That's it, baby, spread your legs for me.”

I obey. He gives me a look before leaning back on the bed, moving his body back a little and leaving his face right between my legs. When his tongue finally touches me, I grip the sheets tightly, gasping, my clit throbbing.

Trent slips his hands under my ass, holding me down, moans escaping me and I'm so immersed in the pleasure he's giving me that I can barely think, sweat dripping down the side of my forehead.

“Oh, that's it,” my moan rises and my hips buck against his mouth, begging for more; a scream almost escapes me when he bites and sucks hard, reaching a spot of mine that drives me crazy. “Trent!”

He laughs against my pussy and tries to make me come. I'd forgotten how delicious it is to wake up like this. I think from today onwards we should think of a way to have some time for both of us in the morning, before we face the day. Maybe it would be a separate exercise to help him with his recent injuries.

A few minutes later, I come in his mouth, my back arches and my breathing quickens. He pulls away and gets rid of the last piece of clothing, his hard cock visible and his mischievous smile mirroring mine. I prop myself up on my elbows and stand halfway up the mattress, admiring him, while he stands by the bed. His curious eyes catch up with me.

“What's wrong?” he wants to know.

My smile widens and I make a point of looking him up and down, proud to be sure that this man is mine and no one else's. If it weren't for my stupid rule, I wouldn't be able to see him. If it hadn't been for my stupid rule about not kissing on the mouth before morning hygiene, I would certainly have pulled him to me at that very moment, but there were still other things we could do.

“Come here," I demand.

I lie back on the bed and he readily comes to me. His body rises on top of mine and he struggles not to let all his weight fall on me, his eyes staring at me with lust. I touch his face, caressing his cheek.

“Make love to me," I ask.

Something in his eyes changes and he adjusts himself between my legs. His smile widens and I know he likes my request, something we haven't done for a while too, although we both enjoyed it very much.

I cross my leg over his body so that he can fit inside me more easily. He moans as he thrusts his cock inside and I hold onto his shoulder as he begins a slow back and forth movement.

“I'm sorry I haven't paid much attention to you over the last few days," he says, his voice a little hoarse, his hand caressing my back, moving up to my face, where he brushes my hair away from my face. “I didn't realize that maybe you were missing me or feeling left out.”

Our bodies move together and it feels so, so good. It's even better than our first time or every other time we have sex. I thrust against him, demanding that he increase the speed a little, his cock sliding in and out easily with my wetness.

"Take this off your mind, Trent," I whisper, kissing his cheek, hugging him as tightly as I can. “There's no way you can make me feel like this.”

There really isn't. He gives me all the attention he can and I understand that our routines can be exhausting, as they have been lately, which has influenced our sex life, but he has never stopped giving me attention because of that. And he always finds a way to reward me. Like now.

“You're amazing, baby," he mumbles, biting my chin to hold back his desire to kiss me, and I smile at his effort.

He increases the speed of his thrusts and my body is still sensitive from the first orgasm, but I don't mind, enjoying being totally intoxicated by the pleasure he gives me. We play a teasing game with each other as he surrenders inside me, our moans and giggles mingling, my nails scratching the skin of his back, his hands squeezing and spreading my buttocks, our sweaty bodies together.

God, I want to wake up like this every day.

“Y/N…” his hoarse voice echoes through the room and I know it's a warning of how close he is.

When Trent mentions pulling out of me to cum, I stop him, wrapping my legs around him. He looks at me with a mixture of confusion, his eyes narrowed.

“Come inside.”

“But…”

I roll against his cock and he moans eagerly. It's enough of an attitude for him to understand that it's okay with me. It's not the first time we've had sex without a condom. Trent turns our bodies, taking me by surprise, and gets on top of me, adjusting himself better. His thumb starts to massage my clit and he wants to speed up my orgasm so that we can both climax at the same time. My back contracts, my toes stretch out and I surrender to him, admiring his beauty with him there, on top, thrusting his cock into me with a speed that’s overwhelming.

My pussy squeezes his cock and he gives me a reproachful look, pinching the skin of my thigh on purpose in silent protest at my teasing him like this. My lips draw into a wicked smile, victorious and satisfied. When I feel him shudder, I know he won't last much longer before he collapses over me with his cum.

He splits my legs even further, pulling them away from his waist, his hands firm against my thighs as he increases his speed, our bodies colliding, the sound echoing in the room. My breathing becomes irregular and I hold back a moan as I feel his thumb continue to caress me, sensitive to his touch.

“Darling, are you sure?” he asks once more.

“Stop holding back and cum already, Trent.”

He laughs at my impatience and fucks me a little harder. My mind can't think of anything else but this, the two of us, his cock inside me, his fingers teasing me, his lips reflecting my smile, our bodies sweating together, our rapid breathing matching the fast, almost erratic beats of my heart.

I push myself even harder against him, I feel him shudder again, his eyes roll back in pleasure and it's when he softens that he finally lets his body reach the apex of orgasm, spilling inside me. I feel the hot liquid and gasp, a thousand sensations reverberating through my body at the same time, all because of him. Trent doesn't pull out immediately; instead, he throws himself over me, without putting his full weight, and I hear his shallow breathing.

“We need to do this every day," he decrees, which makes me laugh.

I put my hands on his shoulders and he pulls out of me, but just when I think we're done, Trent throws himself to the side, but lowers one hand back to my pussy and begins to masturbate me slowly.

“It's your turn," he says.

I meet his mischievous gaze at the exact moment he thrusts two fingers inside me unawares, making sure I come for the second time that morning. He pinches my clit, a moan comes out of my mouth and my eyes light up in his direction. Trent increases the speed of his thrusts, but I don't need much stimulation, the sensitivity of the first orgasm was still present in my body. A few more minutes at that speed, with his mouth now teasing one of my breasts, I reach climax for the second time, my pussy contracting against his fingers.

I feel completely limp, my knees lose their strength and I mentally thank myself that I'm already lying down, or I'd lose my balance. He removes his fingers from inside me and brings them to his mouth, licking up our mixed cum. I'm still recovering, trying to regulate my breathing, but my heart won't calm down at the sight of him.

He pulls me to him, my back against his chest and his hand on my stomach. Trent places a kiss on my shoulder and it's in that position that I forget the world outside, because there's just the two of us, between four walls. It's inevitable not to want to stay in that embrace forever.

“We need to find a way to adjust our routines," he starts. ”I'm a lucky guy that you're understanding of my stresses and all, but I can't not pay attention to my girl.”

I moisten my lips, an affected smile on my face. I place a hand over yours and intertwine our fingers.

"You know I don't mind, Trent," I whisper, reassuring him. “As long as you reward me.”

“Like now?” This time, he bites my shoulder lightly, teasing me.

I turn around, facing him, without letting go of our hands. He looks at me with something in his eyes that looks more like adoration. I love everything about him: the way he always makes me feel safe with his feelings, the way he looks at me, touches me, loves me. I've never even had an excuse to suspect or doubt that. From the start, he's always been transparent.

“Like now.” I touch his face, smiling. “But much more so.”

He laughs, kisses my nose and squeezes my waist. This time, his eyes shine with pure lust and I know what he's going to suggest before his mouth even forms the words.

“Round two?”

[leviscolwill]

glue song

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: after going picnicking with your little cousins, you feel like your relationship with your boyfriend has taken a new step (wc: 1k)

contents: established relationship, talk abt having kids, so fluffy you might die in it, suggestive ending i guess ??

note: i'm in a trent mood lately, just look at him being so babygirl. i want to be his controversially young gf so bad (gasly core)

reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated 🫶

now playing: glue song by beebadoobee and clairo

when your cousin asked you to babysit her kids for the afternoon, you immediately accepted. you were very close to your family but still felt like you didn't see your cousin or her twin daughters enough so you jumped on the occasion.

trent had already met your family quite a few times but when you told him the news, he was already planning the whole day ahead wanting to make the most out of the afternoon you'll spend with olivia and amalia.

he'd prepared custom sandwiches for them according to their taste and he forced you to bake cookies with him for them.

"come on it'll be fun." he practically pleaded.

"but trent you know that we can't bake to save our life."

"we ? who is we ? i'm a great baker." he replied side eyeing you while grabbing every ingredient needed. it was the truth, sort of. trent was not a great baker but he was definitely better than you, his cookies were edible (most of the time) and even good, sometimes.

but baking with trent was always a hustle, you tried to focus on the recipe while he wanted to wing it, saying it would taste better this way.

"you should listen to the real chef here love, it's not a big deal if we don't put the exact same amount of vanilla you know. now, be a good sous-chef and grab the whip for me please" he told you with a cocky grin, he knew how you would react to his words, exactly how he wanted you to.

you grabbed the whip only to playfully hit his shoulder with it while trent dramatically whined that you wanted him injured for the start of the season.

it didn't surprise you that your boyfriend was this excited about spending his day with actual kids, the way he was behaving like one right now.

after at least an hour of battling with trent, and cleaning your flour-maculated kitchen, your cookies were ready. and after tasting one (for research purposes, of course), you could say they were good, 'probably the best thing ever baked' in your boyfriend's words.

after a while, your shared house's doorbell finally rang, and trent nearly jumped out of his seat to open the door, you followed him and welcomed your cousin and her 7 year old daughters.

"thank you so much for babysitting them today, they're very happy to see their favorite aunty and uncle." your cousin beamed while giving you their bags, heavy with toys.

"we're also happy to spend some time with them, we have a great afternoon planned." you replied with a smile. trent who had his hand on your waist was quick to agree with you too.

after olivia and amalia hugged their mum goodbye, trent was already grabbing your bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and freshly baked cookies.

"uncle trent did you know my team won the school's football competition in may." amalia beamed at trent while she told him how she scored the winning goal for her team, thanks to her sister's brilliant assist. seeing trent and your little cousins get along this well made your chest feel warm at the scene, you almost wished for today to never end, although it was far from over.

once you settled your large blanket in the park, your boyfriend chose. you gave olivia and her sister their sandwiches with a kiss on their forehead. you turned around to take your own when you met trent eyes and his lovesick smile.

"why are you looking at me like that ?" you asked him with a shy smile as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.

"do i need a reason to stare at my girl now ?" he answered, quickly pressing a kiss on your lips.

"ewww." olivia covered her eyes in disgust, while amalia pretended to throw up.

you laughed at their dramatic reactions and took a bite of the sandwich prepared by trent.

after the girls finished their sandwiches, they tasted the homemade cookies and absolutely loved them.

"of course they're perfect, they were made by liverpool's best baker." trent beamed pointing at himself. you rolled your eyes while olivia and amalia laughed at his ridiculous claim.

when it was finally time to go, you cleaned up everything while your cousins started walking to the car holding each other's hands.

"come on let's go home, my three princesses." he said, while bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it and kiss the side of your head while you started walking, holding hands like teens.

after your cousin picked up olivia and amalia, and thanked you again, the house seemed oddly silent. not the awkward kind of silence but a comforting one, the kind of silence you often shared with trent when words weren't needed.

"i really had fun today you know." trent broke the silence, stroking your hair.

"yeah, i noticed that, i'm glad you get on well with them."

"i think you'd be a great mum." he said almost in a whisper. you did not expect this. trent and you have been together for over a year already, but you've never had this talk.

"are you trying to tell me something ?" you asked, looking up at him.

"i don't know, not really, i was just thinking that maybe-" you put an end to his suffering quickly when you noticed his stammering.

"i'm joking trent... i think you'd be a great dad, the best actually."

he looked at you lovingly and kissed you in a manner that was definitely different than when the girls were here.

his kisses started trailing down your neck as you moved your head to the side, implicitly telling him to keep going.

"should we start practicing then mmh ?"

[lomltrentarnold]

i think you’re pretty — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

🍓 hana’s notes: in ma feels again (shocker) haven’t written anything in a while so please be nice <3

disclaimers: lil drabble, cliffhanger (you have been warned!) reader is a little insecure, but reader can pull girls and guys, childhood bestfriends my beloved trope 🫶 || main masterlist

“Wait, actually? You don’t think people think you’re pretty?”

You don’t even know how the conversation ended up on this topic. Sitting at the balcony catching up with Trent after you moved away. Now, he’s a big shot footballer and you’re working to get your degree.

Fifteen year old you guys would be proud.

You shook your head, it's not a new thought for you, “Nah, but that’s okay though. I think I’m pretty, but I don’t know if I am someone’s hallway crush or people just look at me and think — Wow, pretty.”

This is the type of stuff that you only spill on your diary, but it’s Trent, and he knows more about you than you do yourself.

It’s not something new you have come to terms with, after seeing most of your friends' getting crushes, getting hit on, going on dates and having relationships except you, you have made peace with it.

Trent’s forehead creases, as if the statement offended him more than you, “That’s crazy, tha’” Trent could not believe what you just said. You? Not pretty? Are you insane?

Turning your head to face him, you warmly smiled, “Don’t pretend, T.” and when you look at Trent, taking in his features, now this is pretty. “You’re pretty. People think you’re pretty.”

You didn’t know why you decided to say that. Maybe because the moonlight illuminates his skin and eyes, making him shine a little bit brighter. Butterflies swarm your belly, as your hand sweats.

Trent’s cheeks went warm, he thinks he’s the luckiest person ever to get compliment from you. His heart aches for you, but he decided to focus on the task at hand first.

"That's stupid." he spat out, making your eyebrows shoot up.

You lightly chuckled, "Excuse you? I just gave you a compliment."

"Not that." he sighed, turning his body around so that it would be face to face with yours. You noticed the disturbed look in his eyes, as you straightened your back before meeting his gaze.

"It's not that serious T, I'm fine." you assured him, an awkward laugh bubbling out. This took a serious turn, and you have no idea why.

"Do you remember James? In 8th grade?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "The one that gave me chocolate? Yeah, what about him?"

He took a deep breath, "He said, and I quote, that when you laugh, he can honestly melt because you look so pretty.”

"We were kids, sometimes kids just say stuff-"

"And I agreed with him, and I said that making you laugh is probably one of the most rewarding things I can do because I love seeing you smile so much. You look so pretty when you laugh like nobody's around."

Your heart stuttered, but before you said anything else he continued, "And remember the girl that you worked with at the cafe down the road? The one with curly hair?"

You nodded your head.

"When I was waiting for you to finish your shift, she noticed how much I was looking at you, and she said that she gets it, and that it's sometimes hard to focus on making the drinks because you would look so pretty smiling while taking people's orders."

You cleared your throat, “That’s- That’s very nice of her.” avoiding the words that makes you question you and Trent’s friendship.

His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, making your eyes focus on it, “Sometimes I look at you and I go blank because of how pretty you are.”

What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Your eyes searched for his, but he pointedly avoided it, choosing to stare down on his hands.

After finishing the story, Trent bellowed out a laugh, "You know how many people ask me for your number because they think that you're pretty?" he paused, "But they backed away because they 'know' that you're already someone's because of how I look at you."

Your mouth gaped open and close like a fish, slowly processing everything that he's telling you. "What?"

"They said that I look at you like I was smitten. Like I was in love." you were sure your pulse stopped for a second, hearing the guy that you had a crush on for years saying stuff you hear in songs.

Trent’s mouth was faster than his brain, he really should have stopped talking, but he couldn't. All of his words were all vomiting out of his mouth. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"And then I said that if I was going to fall in love with anyone that I'd want it to be you."

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[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

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“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?”

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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

[mrsjones17]

Dating Trent Alexander-Arnold

author: @mrsjones17

summary: what's it like to date Trent

warnings : none

a/n : this is my first blurb / drabble

Dating Trent Alexander-Arnold includes:

→ stealing his clothes " if you keep robbing my clothes miss y/n l/n I'm going to have none left!" * he says pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes

→ him always begging you to play football with him " please y/n it will only be 5 minutes " he says pleading you with puppy dog eyes

→ giving him random kisses during the day " y/n...that's the fifth time you've done that " he says giggling like a kid in a candy store

→ having to deal with him being a sore loser " we shouldn't have lost that...* he sighs in anger * ( he would be sulking all evening )

→ wearing his Jerseys to every game / him wanting you too wear them every game ( trent secretly wanting everyone to know your his )

→ him not being a morning person , you having to cuddle him out of bed. Giving him Affection or persuading him with cuddles " Trent...baby if you get up I'll give you all the cuddles you could ever want!!"

→ him trying to cook for you even though he can only make easy things such as toast or noodles " Ta-da enjoy it love " he says proud of the food he's cooked as he displays beans on toast and sets it proudly on the table for you

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☆ new-do? | ★ trent alexander-arnold , reader | drabble, not beta read

you woke up, the time reached 03:45 in the morning. trent notified you that he would be arriving soon, but he didn't state when was soon. being the late night owl you are you get up and do something productive.

it's hard to sleep without trent, you'd look over to your side and see him sleeping like a baby; it was adorable. you both were quite opposite, trent preferred the daytime and you preferred on night-time. you got up and headed over to the kitchen, because why not? wasting time and just staying up was a priority.

you opened the fridge and squinted your eyes. you left it opened so it could be a light source for you without you actually having to open the light. you walked over to the cabinet a grabbed yourself a bag of microwaved popcorn.

you removed the plastic and put it in the microwave for a good 4-5 minutes. your eyes remained on the time, reaching close to 30 seconds. the popping sounds were soothing.

your eyelids started to become heavy, almost asleep the timer beeped indicating that it was done. getting your snack you exited the kitchen, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched causing you to drop your bag. luckily your didn't popcorn scatter.

"i did karate class" you said, grabbing the wrist of the individual. "calm down" a familiar voice spoke, trent. you turned around facing him, "shit, trent. you scared me", the other laughed, "i see"

you turned the lights on to see him better, and oh..–oh? you looked at his head, what once used to be messy, dreadlocs are now cornrows.

"when did this happen?"

"what happened?" he asked perplexed, "your hair, the cornrows" "oh, i got them done for fashion week? remember i flew out to paris?"

"oh, right"

"so...do you like them?" he said, giving you puppy eyes, with a glimmer of content gosh, those brown eyes. you can't resist them. you just wanted to embrace him right then and there.

"yes, they suit you. i like them."he smiled at you, and gave you a hug.

"uh, why were you up? wanted to give you a proper surprise.." "you did, i was surprised. in shock." you said, making a gasping sound, "very shocked i even dropped my own popcorn. wonderful surprise."

"eating popcorn at nearly 5 in the mornin'?"

"yes. yes, i am" you bent down to retrieve the bag.

"alright, let me go get changed", he gave you a kiss on the lips and headed towards the bedroom

you waited for awhile, "babe!" trent called. you walked into the room, a heinous smile plastered on your face. "yes?" you answered nonchalantly. "when did you install this bedstand?" trent said, giving you a glare."when you were gone, so like 2 days ago. but anyway, isn't it nice?" you said smiling. "i don't mind it" he said replacing his burgundy colored shirt with a white t-shirt.

clasped your hands together, "good! let's go to sleep now" you slid onto the mattress, making yourself comfortable.

feeling a dip, which was trent hoping onto bed with you. making himself comfortable he wrapped an arm around you waist and draped his thigh over you.

a/n : i bet robbo's elated about trents new hairstyle

[cialovesklopp]

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this been playin in my head rent free for weeks now!!! pls share your filthy thoughts i need them so bad

Jesus fucking Christ. I’m only just seeing this and I think I’ve just come on the spot. Fuck!!!

The speed of those over her clit? Especially if she’s wearing a soft, yet silky feeling underwear that makes it feel fucking incredible having that sensation barrier between his fingers and sensitive clit- it would have her climaxing so fucking quick. Praising her at how quickly she cums for him? The whimpers she’ll make, the way she’ll not be able to control her bucking against his hand?

He’d run his fingers down to her covered hole, tug the soaked fabric to the side and push them inside as far as he can until she’s shaking with overstimulation. He’ll then use as much of her wetness to run over her swelling clit and uses it to his advantage. Only once he’s made her cum again via clit only, he’ll push two fingers inside of her and use that technique to feel out her g-spot, and flick them against that inside spot before wrapping his lips around her clit, tongue lapping against her with such mercilessness that she cums again within what feels like moments.

Soft kisses over her whole pussy as he pulls his fingers from her and licks them clean while maintaining eye contact

[judesluvr]

smth fluffy with trent pls... i miss my baby 🙁❤️

"just relax baby." you whispered, lips ghosting his ear as you dug your fingers gently into his shoulders. you could feel the tension that had built up over the past couple of days, his little hums telling you that you were massaging the right spot. the intensity of training had certainly caught up with trent, his tired body slumping next to yours as you took the decision to make sure he spent the rest of the evening pampered and treated like a prince.

your nails traced the side of his face as you stood behind the sofa, reaching over to his bare back as you grazed his skin softly. his eyes were heavy, minutes away from drooping and falling into a slumber as you traced words and small symbols over his spine. each stroke of your hand earned a wash of goosebumps over his body; he was utterly relaxed, in a sort of trance as you massaged and tickled each part of his aching muscles. his voice was croaky as he cleared his throat, vision still blurry, "let me sleep on you, please..."

it didn't take long before the both of you were tangled between the bedsheets, his head pressed against your chest as his arms lazily locked around your waist. his breath was hot against you as you stroked your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots ever so slightly as he shuddered; his legs intertwined with yours as he tried to stay awake for a little longer, just so he could enjoy the attention he was receiving.

[sopranicc]

loverpool drabbles

writing blurbs of my lfc players ideas that are too short for ao3 but too long for my drafts means a new series has emerged:

loverpool drabbles!

(will eventually take requests :))

consah (conor bradley x jarell quansah):

Drabbles

abuse - After the League Cup game against Brighton, Jarell needs a helping hand to bring him back up.

robbotrent (andy robertson x trent alexander-arnold):

Drabbles

harvalho (harvey elliott x fàbio carvalho):

Drabbles

late nights - 3 times Harvey and Fàbio talked over the phone and the 1 time they did in person.

Head canons:

languages - What languages do each couple speak to each other?

[leviscolwill]

moonlight, sunrise

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: after trent's first time captaining his boyhood club, you can't help showing him your appreciation [wc: ~700]

contents: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, captain trent ‼️, food mention, not proofread yet 🏃‍♀️

note: needed to write a little something for my boy <3

now playing: moonlight sunrise by twice (ready to be)

you were absolutely stoked when darwin scored a late goal for your team, winning newcastle 2-1. during all the game, your thoughts went to your boyfriend, who captained his team after van dijk got red carded. you knew how much his boyhood club meant to him and how much he adored it, so being vice captain was a huge honour. after the final whistle, you grabbed your phone to send him a quick text; "congrats on today's win my captain !! can't wait to celebrate with you tonight xx". you knew he wouldn't answer right away so you got up to prepare trent's surprise.

you put on your favourite playlist, and searched for everything you needed to make some pizzas, from the dough to the toppings, you had everything you needed. trent loved your pizzas, you weren't the best cook around but it was the one dish you could never miss.

you tried shaping the dough into little hearts, colouring them with bright red tomato sauce. your addiction to 'good pizza great pizza' helped you create the best pizza with trent's favourite toppings.

while you were finishing the last couple mini pizzas, you felt someone hug you from behind.

"they look so good, you really outdone yourself with these." you heard trent's voice in your ears.

"no ! they were supposed to be a surprise... please pretend you never saw this." you say in a disappointed tone, you must have been too distracted by your music to hear trent coming home.

"alright, alright. can i help you with the last one at least ?"

"of course not, you can't help making your own gift." you refused, but trent wouldn't take no for an answer. he placed the toppings to form a smiley face on the heart pizza. you snapped a quick picture of your masterpiece before putting it in the oven.

your boyfriend set up the table while you lit up some scented candles. these kinds of evenings were your favourites. the evenings when your boyfriend's was just yours, not the media's or the fans'. just trent, just yours.

trent was taken aback when you hugged his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"you know i'm proud of you, right ? you did great today mister liverpool captain."

"i think you might have mentioned that a couple of times. thank you for believing in me pretty girl." he pressed a kiss on your lips before getting the pizzas out of the oven.

you ate your pizzas in front of a movie trent picked, of course, under the covers you brought to your living room, intently listing to each other's comments as silly as they might have been.

quickly enough, you fell asleep and felt trent's arms carrying you to your shared bedroom.

"where are we going ?" you asked him in a sleepy voice, even though you already knew the answer.

"to bed ratatouille."

"don't compare me to a rat." you huffed in disapproval of his newfound nickname for you.

"you're the rat that makes the best pizzas in the whole world."

you both cuddled up under your covers, and you felt tiredness get the best of you, trent must have felt it as well.

"goodnight, i love you." he said pressing a kiss on your cheek, after turning off the lights.

"i love you too, sleep well my captain."

trent's light strokes on your arm and his slow breathing lulled you to sleep swiftly. these were really your favourite nights, in the company of your favourite boy.

[overnowsfcb]

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✧˖°. venus — she/her. argentina. libra. 19. culé desde la cuna.

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🫂💐🫧 Here's what you need to know before requesting!

• i only write fem!reader fics and mostly long one-shots.

• the request format should be: player, theme (smut, angst, fluff).

note: if you add a concise concept that would be amazing so i know exactly what you want.

• i enjoy, and im better at writing angst fics. but of course, i also write fluff and smut.

note: no content related with sa, ed, self-harm, suicide or discrimination against marginalized communities.

• i prefer longer works to fully develop the concept in mind. however, im open to writing blurbs or drabbles.

• requests are always welcome if you submit them with respect. if they dont align with guidelines they will be deleted.

PLAYERS I WRITE FOR (mostly): gavi, pedri, fermín lópez, dominik szoboszlai, rúben dias, trent alexander-arnold.

note: i don't write for rm players or controversial ones. besides that, you can request other players who are not listed.

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[lomltrentarnold]

If you have time I remember seeing Trent do an interview I can’t remember with who and he said “absolutely pineapple belongs on pizza” but like imagine he had an Italian girlfriend and he makes her go on a rant about how terrible it is and he betrayed her for even thinking that and mid rant she might even switch to speaking in Italian and this also happening in front of the boys as well and they are cracking up (hope this isn’t to much apologies 😬😂)

pineapples — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

love this idea AHHH 💗 this is just a small drabble i apologies but thank you for requesting baby <3 | main masterlist

“You might as well put a knife through my heart!”

“Baby-“

“No! I don’t even want to talk to you anymore!”

“What the hell is going on?” Curtis had just came out of the bathroom when he heard yours and Trent’s voice arguing with each other.

He was getting worried, but he could also hear the boys laughing loudly in the living room. So he wasn’t really sure what to think.

Mo shrugged his shoulders, a confusing smile on his lips, “I think they are fighting about, pizza?”

Curtis titled his head to the side, “Huh?”

“You betrayed me. Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza!”

Curtis nodded his head finally understanding the situation, “Ohhh, I see.” he chuckled.

The boys’ eyes all widen when they heard you switch to speak in your native language. Robbo already pulling out his phone and searching for his google translator. They were all very invested in this.

Trent was looking at you with a smirk, eyes all hodded and you hated how hot looked. “Don’t look at me like that, I know what you’re doing!”

He shrugged his shoulders, a deep laugh vibrating through his chest, “Don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart.” he did a once over of you, taking you in from head to toe.

Your whole body became warm, “I’m not going to forget about this Trent.”

“But-“

“Nope.”