#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.”

[footballffbarbiex]

Birthday boy request:

It’s Trent’s birthday. You guys have 3 kids together, all boys, but Trent wants a baby girl. You are adamant that you’re done having kids. Trent starts to touch you, but he won’t give in until you agree to give him another baby. (Super smutty with feral Trent)

warnings: breeding threat, sexual coercion, edging, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, praise, begging, Trent being an absolute teasing bastard. smut from the very first sentence.

"Please," you whine, grinding your pussy against his hand.

"Such a demanding tone for a word that's meant to be positive, especially coming from someone who isn't good at being patient right now." He chuckles to himself as he drags his lips over your neck and the soft part of the space between the neck and shoulder. Occasionally he'll graze your skin with his teeth - sometimes it's innocent, sometimes it's followed by the sharp sting of a nip before his tongue swirls over it and a wet, open mouth kiss is placed there to try and soothe it.

"Please." you try again, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers brush over your clit, but only ever so briefly. They dip lower, coating themselves in your wetness as they tease over your folds, circling your opening before dipping inside ever so slightly; enough to give you any kind of hope that he'll finally enter you in some way before he rips that hope away and goes back to touching you anywhere but the exact spots you desire.

"Still not nice enough for me." he replies, pressing his words to your skin as he continues to kiss over you.

you're laid beneath him on the bed, your bra opened at the centre clasp to expose your boobs. your shirt is discarded somewhere, you didn't really care to look where he threw it before pushing you back onto the mattress with a bounce leaving you remaining in a pair of loose fitting jogger bottoms and your underwear. he moves his body enough for your nipples to come into contact with him, but not enough to give you any kind of friction or relief.

"What will it take to get you to quit edging me?"

"I don't think you're ready for that," Trent smirks as he lifts his head to look you in the eye. Whatever he sees is enough to darken his eyes further and cause his jaw to clench. Incapable of being a mindreader, you're left to watch as he lowers his face to your nipple, the tip of his tongue swirling around the areola before flicking over your hard peak. it puckers immediately, tightening further as he blows lightly over it as his fingers continue to stroke lazily over your entire pussy, leaving his middle finger to run it's length from just below your clit down to your hole and back again.

"I am," you say eagerly as you try to twist your hips to force his hand to press against you but all it does is make Trent grind his hips to yours and pin you in place. he's so fucking hard it makes you groan. "Fuck, I need that dick T. You've gotta fuck me."

"I don't have to do anything," he tells you as he licks your nipple again making you arch your back from the bed and slowly groan deeply.

"I'll do anything. I'll give you anything. Please baby, I need you inside me."

"Anything?" he asks, pausing his movements and raises his eyebrow to observe you.

"Anything."

"Gonna let me cum in that pretty little pussy then?" he asks, fingers now slowly probing your dripping hole.

"We talked about this," you say, but the words lose the seriousness by the pathetic tone they're delivered in as he finally pushes one long finger inside you. "Fuck baby, finally, yes."

"We have talked about it, yeah. but "we have three boys already" isn't a good enough reason in my opinion."

"You're fighting dirty," you pant as he adds a second finger, the low moan rumbles in your throat as you push your head further into the pillow when he closes his lips around your nipple. "You know I can't think straight."

"That's the whole point," he mutters, circling his tongue around and around your nipple until your thighs tremble on either side of him. his fingers slowly thrust into you at a pace that's both frustrating and incredible. you feel every cm of his fingers, every painstaking movement from him as he draws this out. you can't concentrate on one action too much before his mouth or fingers do something else to get your attention, whether that's apply slightly more pressure or lightly nibble your breast.

"You can't coerce me into doing what you want because you have your fingers in my pussy Trent."

"Yes I can." he replies in a voice that says not to argue and before you can begin to, he swipes over your clit with his thumb and you lose all coherence. "Baby I'm going to fuck you so good if you let me cum inside you."

his thumb continues to work your clit, mouth moving across to the other boob, mouth immediately on your nipple.

"Trent, I-" your words are swallowed up when his lips move from your chest and locks to your own. his mouth prises apart yours, his tongue touches yours in a bid to shut you up. he pulls his fingers from you, but any protests that you begin to say are quickly silenced again. his movements are rough, fast and sloppy.

he moves quickly enough so that you're not left to argue why this shouldn't happen and also so that he doesn't get a knee to the cock as he begins to yank down your bottoms and they too, along with your underwear, are thrown across the room. you realise now that fighting to close your legs is futile as he manoeuvres himself so that he can kiss you once more while firmly placing his fingers once more in and on your pussy, and use the other hand to keep one of your thighs spread open while using his body to hold open the other.

"how much do you want my cock inside you instead of my fingers?" he asks, barely breaking the kiss to speak the words into your mouth.

you can't reply, his mouth is dominating as his fingers are when they begin to speed up and so all you can do is rock your hips against him in any way possible as an answer.

"That's it baby, fuck my fingers. fuck them." he instructs after breaking the kiss and staring down between your bodies to watch. "show me how badly you want me." he loosens up the pressure on your thighs to allow you more movement.

any shame you have about grinding on his hand disappears as you watch his breathing become heavy, his chest rising and falling like it does when he's climaxed. his cock visibly twitches against the fabric and he lets a low growl sound.

"god I wanna fill you up so bad. I need to fuck you bare. need to. please baby," he dips his head back to your neck and peppers kisses over it going from your earlobe to your shoulder and back again. "wanna make you feel so good," his words, along with the feel of his calloused fingers dragging along your sensitive inner walls, are driving you crazy.

his fingertips press against your g-spot, sending your vision into a kaleidoscope of white noise as your orgasm nears. "I'm going to cum trent, I'm going to cum. fuck. yes, yes. yes. yes." it's all you can say as you close your eyes tightly and don't stop riding his fingers, even though your toes are curled tightly and your hips and stomach is starting to cramp from the way you tense up.

it hits with such a force, that it immediately rolls into another before you can finish processing the first. your climax spurts around his fingers, drenching his hand and dripping down his wrist as well as onto the bedsheet.

struggling to catch your breath, you can barely open your eyes properly to look at him when he pulls his fingers slowly from you. when you are able to catch a glimpse, he's sat back on his heels, staring at the aftermath between your legs.

"Trent," you whisper, trying to draw his attention back up to your face. "Trent." you say again a little louder when he still hasn't looked. "Fuck me."

"With or without?"

"5. 4." you begin to count down and he gets the message quickly. his hands are at his waistband, pushing the clothing to his thighs, cock springing free and smeared with pre-cum. "3." you continue and he's already taking the base of his cock in his hand. "2," you manage to say as he lines himself up at your soaked entrance. you don't have time to say the last number, his cock is fully within you, balls pressed against your orgasm splattered skin and he's throbbing within you.

"you feel so fucking good after squirting." he says, not moving and just allowing himself to feel the way your cunt pulses around him as he holds his position.

your hand reaches up and cups the back of his neck, urging his face down to yours. once there, you press your lips to his ear and whisper "don't let me out of this room without a baby inside me."

[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

[judelvr]

false god

request: brothers best friend trope with trent where the reader is a bellingham

authors note: merry christmas everyone<3

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trent swore he wouldn't lay a finger on you after jude said you were totally off-limits, but there you were, absolutely breathtaking in your little black dress. he wrestled with the thought,"i shouldn't do this to him" ,yet his heart betrayed him, and he found himself walking toward you once more.

this wasn't the first, second, or last time something like this happened. you were a magnet that pulled him closer and closer each time. as he approached you, the party around him faded into a soft blur, and your gaze fell on him.

the unspoken tension between you was undeniable, as if a fire was keeping the air charged with anticipation.

when your favorite music echoed through the speakers, you shot a pleading look at trent. under his breath, he murmured, "you're going to be the death of me someday," before taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

you swayed to the music, subtly grinding against him as he kissed your neck, both trying to keep it together in public. trent was well aware that no matter what, this night would be tattoed in his memory forever.

even though it felt like betrayal, in your presence, he found himself wanting to be the man you wanted him to be, not just jude's best friend.

someone worthy of your attention.

"do you want to get out of here?", you suggested not wanting the night to end any time soon.

"i really do but jude is not going to be happy about this", trent said a bit reluctant of his best friend possible reaction.

"who said he needs to know?"

[mchlgayser]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ft trent alexander-arnold

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It's been over a year since you and Trent started dating but over time you found out the untold truth.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst / ✸

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(s): mention of relationship break-up, language, rebounding, blood, and drinking

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I got this idea from my lil sis (who unintentionally give me the idea, I will creds her later with some mcds) I love the overall plot tbh, let me know what you guys think about this one!

(( my navigations ))

It was past midnight when you woke up from your sleep due to the loud sound downstairs. You look around to see no sign of Trent's assuming it must be him. You rush downstairs seeing him curling near the countertop with glasses all over him. There are also trickles of blood on his hand and the floor.

You didn't wait for a second and flew to where he is, crouching near him but far enough from the shattering pieces of glass 'Are you alright?' You asked him and help him up to wash the wound on his palm. He was quiet. Not bother to talk back but silence.

You give him a glass of water whilst you did his hand bandaging and putting ointment to reduce pain but not once did he wince or moan in utter discomfort.

You get him back to bed tucking him in and kissing his head 'I'll go and clean the glass, you should sleep.' You assure him as he smile lazily before he scooted away from your view and rests.

Another day, you woke up again from your sleep due to the loud knocking noise. You mindlessly walk there and scan through the peephole to see Trent, outside.

'Oh, my God!' A strong smell of alcohol fills up your nostrils, his eyes hooded and stained, was he crying? You thought, 'You are drunk! Ouch!' You had a hard time moving him that you didn't notice the table and hit your back, hard.

You push him onto the couch and get him a painkiller whilst caressing your aching back 'Here, consume this.' He did as you said and chugged down the water in one go 'Where've you been? You were out all day, you didn't bother to call back either...'

'I...' He started, you slowly lift your head to meet his sleepy gaze, and he smiles 'I... Missed you...' You huff, and slowly his hand reaches out for your cheek, stroking it. You close your eyes and smile through tears, it's been a while since he told you that.

'I missed you, Ash.' A part of your heart left shattering in despair. That name, you knew who she was. It was Trent's ex-girlfriend. The one that left him for another guy. The one that you despise so much for making Trent always feel hopeless. The girl you thought you won against after bonding a relationship with Trent, after proving to him that you can treat him better than she did.

Your body slumped to the ground, eyes moistening with hot tears, your boyfriend, the one with who you promised a forever life span, betrayed you.

'What's wrong?' He questioned, trying to get up 'Love?' You push him back 'You should rest, you must be so tired.' You get up and left immediately.

Weeks had passed, and you and Trent are still together, mentally. Both of you are just not with each other anymore, he sleeps in the guest room and you in your shared room. He eats breakfast and then left, you did too. It's just, nowhere. This relationship is pointless. You are devastated, not knowing what to say, and instead, ignore him. Not seems like a really big problem because he did ignore you too. You wanted to break off, of course, you do.

But you are out of words, clearly not knowing what to do or say.

Today is no different from the rest except for a few guests coming over. Trent had invited his friends over for a night's game or whatever they called it. It was four when the doorbell chimed and came in one by one. They greeted you before following Trent to the living room and playing the video station.

'Are you lot don't want anything? I can grab chips and make your drinks?' Trent insisted but they are otherwise, you smile at them and walk into the kitchen once again.

'So how's the relationship going?' You heard one of his friends ask, and you see Trent avert his head towards him 'Great, we two have been off lately but that's it, we'll get better.' He shrugs and continues playing 'So you are saying she doesn't know yet? About you...'

Trent give him a look 'No. She doesn't know about it.'

'About what?' His other friends ask getting intrigued 'You know, just him playing with her to get over the previous chick but look like the plan failed!' His friends laugh 'Come on, you told us she got everything, her eyes, her features overall, form yada-yada-yada. Still not able to get over that bitch?'

'Hey, don't say anything about her... Whatever.' He slumps his head on the couch and sighs 'It's hard you know, Y/n just... I don't think she fits the role. It's hard to explain but she's different from Ashley. I think I might break things off sooner than I thought...?' They all laugh like it was something amusing

You get out of your hiding spot and place the tray on the coffee table harsher than you intend, and force a smile out of your lip 'Please, enjoy.'

His friends are in all day, and you've been in your room just sitting on the bed with suitcases ready full of your stuff. You didn't want to leave, obviously not in front of them. You're gonna wait until they fled. The clock strike at ten when the sound of the door opens and closes.

Their footsteps decreased, and you sighed holding onto your trembling hands and getting the suitcases. Trent had just entered the room when you were about to leave 'What the fuck! Where are you going?' You bump your shoulder past him without any more words 'Y/n, I'm talking to you!' He takes your hand in his 'I'm leaving Trent.'

'What, why?'

'What you mean, why? Didn't you say you might break things off with me soon or later? I'm making things easier for you! I mean, after all, I'm not the perfect role to play Ash either!' He was still holding it as you push it away 'You should stop pretending and play nice, I'm done anyway. You know it's nice while it lasts.'

You fish your hand inside your pocket and hand to his palm the ring, the promise ring he gave you on your 100th day together. A simple diamond ring he gifted you just as how you gifted him with your presence.

'I'm going now, I hope we don't cross paths in the future.' The last utterances you spoke to him were going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

I mean he should feel burden-free now, should he? After all, this is what he wants. To get rid of you and find the other perfect girl to keep him entertain to get rid of his feelings, so why does he feel heavy? A heavy sensation lingered inside his chest. This is not how it is supposed to be. You should be the one to feel distressed and not him.

So why, why does he feel the urge to run after you and apologize over and over.

[percervall]

I melt away slowly

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 555 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Watching Christmas films @mf0xxx (just saw you deactivated your blog, hope this somehow still reaches you), hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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The snow had been coming down thick and fast ever since dinner last night. Trent’s phone had been buzzing pretty much non-stop until Klopp had made the executive decision to cancel training for the next day at least. While she was sad for her boyfriend that he couldn’t do the thing he loved most, she loved having him home. They had spent the whole morning cuddling in bed, only leaving the comfort of the blankets to get breakfast and a refill of their tea. By the time the clock struck half past 11, Trent was asleep again. She untangled herself from the bed and his arms, and took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of Christmas leggings and one of his old hoodies. She brought the empty mugs and bowls down to the kitchen and loaded them in the dishwasher before getting started on lunch. 

“Hey,” he murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled, giving his wrist a squeeze as she kept stirring the soup. She put the wooden spoon down and turned around in his arms.

“Had a good lie in?” she asked him. Trent smiled that slow smile that always gave her butterflies and nodded. 

“Needed that apparently.” She hummed in agreement, turning the stove down when the lid of the pot began to clatter. 

“Wanna watch Christmas films after lunch?” he asked after a while. The soup had finished reheating and Trent had made cheese toasties to go with it. She nodded as she took a bite of her toastie. She loved having any excuse to cuddle on the couch with him, something that had become a rare occurrence these last couple of months with his gruelling schedule. 

“Any suggestions?” he asked, dipping his toastie in the soup.

“Depends, do you want classic or Hallmark-level cheese?” 

“I’m not drunk enough for Hallmark-levels of cheese,” Trent said with a grin, making her chuckle. 

“Fair enough. I heard good things about Arthur Christmas. The Holiday is my favourite. Home Alone is a classic, but I prefer the first one over the others,” she said with a shrug. 

“Start with Home Alone and take it from there?” Trent suggested. She nodded in agreement.

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Although it had been grey outside all day because of the snow, it had gotten significantly darker. Trent had turned on the Christmas tree lights while she had quickly made them hot chocolates.

“Okay, up for one more?” he asked as she sat back down next to him. He immediately pulled her back against his chest as they sat cuddled on the chaise of their L-shaped couch. 

“Only if it’s The Holiday,” she said, taking a careful sip of her drink. Trent chuckled but navigated to the film. She cuddled even more into him, pulling the plaid throw back over her legs as they watched the opening scenes. Trent rested his arm around her waist.

“Ugh, am such a sucker for Jude Law,” she muttered, making him chuckle.

“Should I be worried?” Although she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the teasing in his voice. 

“Never, although I might ask you to do your best Mr. Napkin Head though.” Trent laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“Mm, for you I’d do anything, love,” he murmured, setting off butterflies in her stomach.

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[luvneymar]

Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

[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?”

[footballffbarbiex]

out of curiosity, how quickly would you want this?

(I thought it would be tonight but now it's looking like that's not possible)

[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 ?"

[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.

[judes-hoe]

Trent always buying your mum flowers and it's the sweetest thing ever and makes you sob every time

You and Trent will make random visits to your parents and he brings her flowers every time and you always awe at him. When you leave you definitely start sobbing in the car and tell him he’s the sweetest person ever and you never want him to leave. He just smiles at you and tells you he loves bringing your mom flowers cause he likes to see her smile when he does and it just makes you sob more.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat

[mchlgayser]

𓂃⭑ᜊ: SASS ft trent alexander-arnold

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Okay first of all, this idea just kind of popped up in my head but I'm not complaining! Lol I came up with such a great idea *maliciously laughing*

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: cursing and bad actions

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

It was a hot sunny day, a well-perfect day to ruin your mood. To sum up the matter worse, you had promised your boyfriend you would come to his match today, not that you always don't but since you got your ticket booked late you couldn't manage to get the v.i.p benchers.

Not that you mind but ever since you and Trent publicized your relationship to the world and media, many of his fans hadn't take you seriously, you are a rising model star, fame and money are your mid name but what made the fans not very much fond of you is your poorly attitude and nastiness.

I mean, come on you are not that rude and vicious but due to your career, you are always with your resting bitch face 24/7. And nasty? Yes, you are a bit sassy, and you give rude remarks to rude interviewers but that's it, you are quite friendly to your fans but of course, it's the media that always point out your flaws. But do you care? No, you don't give a fuck.

Your relationship with Trent has always been sweet and nontoxic, those who know you both would say that you both have the perfect relationship anyone could ever ask for.

You are always in your 'I don't give a fuck' mode but today since you know you won't be able to be in the v.i.p you should at least lay low, not to attracts attention from his horny fans.

Right now, you are dressed in his jersey with a pair of jeans skirt that stopped right above your knees, you wore a pair of sneakers and even wore his grey cap and a mask. You didn't bother to wear makeup, partially because you wears a mask. You get your purse bag and a few important essentials and left afterwards.

You arrived at the place already on your way to your seat before you accidentally launch with three girls who are also on their way 'Hey watch it!' The brunette yelled, her other friends helping her as she accidentally poured some of the carbonated drink on her jersey 'Sorry,' you apologized, already marching to your seat but she pulled you back, intentionally dropping your cap and ruining your messy ponytail and your hair let loose, you gasped in disbelief 'Hey!'

'Oh my God! Are you who I thought you were? Y/n L/n?' She laughed while her other friends joined in 'God, it is you!' You take off your mask 'What if I am, Gosh just give me back the cap!' She throw it away to the crowds and snickered 'Oh looks like it went missing, sadly you gotta go and search for it.'

'Yeah no shit, the cap went missing just like your father did.' She gasped 'How dare you?!' You throw her one nasty look 'And please, what's the different between your father and your hairline? None, both missing.'

'And you, you got a stink and tangled hair like you bath rain puddle. And you, your laugh sounds like a hyena who just recovered from asthma. You should've thought twice before coming here and roasting me, you bunch of horny hoes.' You sassed, rolling your eyes at them

'And this is why you got so much hate on social medias, I wonder what Trent sees in you anyway! You are so rude!'

You give her a sarcastic laugh 'Who? Me, rude? You started it and please, it's people like you who would crumble down when you get a little hate on the internet, I don't give a damn about what other people said and what you did you said? What does Trent see in me? Probably something that you can't afford having, so peace out whores.'

She went blazing mad, eyes fuming with anger, her two other friends are embarrassed enough that so many people are eyeing them and whispering 'Just so you know, once this shit got viral, I won't be the only one who got the hates, you three will too and as for me it was something that I used to. So I hope you booked a therapist just in case you got depression or something.' You gave them one last look and left for your seat.

-

The match ended with Liverpool winning the game, you are more than happy that your boyfriend got to prove himself again by doing amazing assists and scoring one goal against the opponent team. He found you as soon as the match ended, he mouthed and motioned you to meet him after that and you did.

He was smiling when he sees you, inviting you in for a long and warm hug 'Okay, to be frank, I saw you fighting with three of my fans.' You groan in frustration 'You just had to mock me!' He chuckles wrapping an arm around you to caress your back 'Someone recorded it and it went viral rapidly! They got your convo from a to z.'

You broke the hug and crashed one brow at him 'Really? So it's like my name is clean now innit? I mean I wasn't in the wrong at all!' He laughs harder, pressing his face to your neck 'Multiple people praised you for your quick remarks! I assume they liked it!' You snort 'They better be!'

trentupdates

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trentupdates model @yourusername is spotted on trent's game tonight, she was caught on camera fighting with three fans

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fans1 what she did was 100% reasonable, they were harassing her when she absolutely did nothing wrong

fans2 I love her more for calling them out like that

fans3 replied the dad ones tho 💀💀

fans2 replied ...honestly serve them right

fightingfan2 @fightingfan1 this is all ur fucking fault

[mokwkhaltk]

When Eyes Meet 🍄

I don’t even think anyone will see this but yeah let’s just do it IM SO EMBARASSED THO.

Anfield was always loud, but today it was something else. it was roaring, the ground vibrating with everyone's voices, people cheering as loud as they could for their favorite team. Today was the game against Arsenal top of the league it was a game about keeping hopes for the Champions League next year so the plan was to cheer as loud as they can because they were player number 12 and they could change the path of the game.

She was there too, buried in the middle of the crowd wearing her Liverpool jersey with his name on the back it was covered with a jacked because it was chilly but she mostly covered it because she thought it was embarrassing, people will think of her just as a fangirl while football was what she adored since she was a little girl.

The game started and Liverpool was doing so well until van Dijk made a wrong pass and Martinelli scored 20 minutes later and the other Gabriel scored second it was disappointing to see her team lose at home it was more disappointing for her because it was his fault he wasn’t okay, he was bothered by something it was obvious because this isn’t how he plays, he picked a  small fight with Martinelli, ‘he looked hot when angry’ she thought but she pushed that thought away as fast as it came.

Half-time whistle echoed in the air and swiftly merged with the riot of the mass.

2-1 for the gunners.

He perked his head up, not sure what caught his attention.

She was already looking.

Their eyes caught each other 

He slowed his pace down so as to gain more time to look at her eyes, large and luminous somehow full the comfort and courage. she smiled at him a sweet sweet smile a hopeful one a ‘Don’t worry you got’ this smile. 

He felt foolish as his heart started hammering against his chest, hers already stopped.

Time seemed to tick beyond count and ages blurred into each other. The entire cosmos collapsed and were reborn. Stars died and scattered into the void. Nothing else held any significance but his eyes, but her eyes, but then it was broken, Time resumed and life carried on. someone pushed him and called him inside and he hated him because he has not had enough of her.

He quickly memorized her place so he would look at her once they were back on the field again. 

While he disappeared into the changing room she was left there she looked around to see if anyone other than her has noticed but no one seemed to have paid attention to that small moment, she just had a moment with him it can’t be or can it. she was all confused head over the clouds she was in sock it was hard to comprehend such a thing she was more shocked of her self because she smiled at him he must’ve thought that she looked stupid but god oh god if she just knew what his thoughts were how with just one look she made him relook into his entire life. 

Back on the pitch again he turned his head to where she was sitting she greeted him with a big smile and a thumbs up he smiled back an innocent boy smile a smile coming from the roots of his heart. Was he stupidly blushing? Yes, yes he was.

The game started and he was so energetic running down the pitch in his mind he was trying to show off he tried his best and pushed himself to be at his finest and that was so apparent because now they were closer to equalizing.

Salah missed a penalty and it pissed him off but when he looked at her she was still happy still cheering and clapping. It made him cool down.

 From time to time he would look at her because it gave him courage and made him more willing to score 

A few moments later he made an amazing assist to Bobby she was jumping from her seat screaming at top of her lungs and it made his heart warm.

She was proud of him.

He was on fire now shooting here and there his passion was unmatched. 

The final whistle came, and what a match it was. Liverpool deserved the win but a draw 

is better than a loss.

On his way out he couldn’t take his eyes off her nor could she. He wished he could swim through the crowd and hug her, hold her in his embrace, and share this special moment with her in his mind he wondered if his shirt is the one that she was wearing. 

It was and will be a memorable night for both of them. A first meeting, a silent but also loud one a meeting of eyes that said more than it was allowed. 

He winked at her to insist to her that she was who has his attention and she smiled and waved he waved back but quickly so as not to make a scene.

For one last time, he took a long glimpse at her looking deeply at her dazzling brown eyes to memorize them because he knew that he may never see her again so he mentally took a picture of her to look at it and revise it on his dreams. 

He was glad that out of the whole crowd, it was her eyes that he caught out of all the players that are the team it was him that she looked at. It might be faith but it may also be just a coincidental moment for both of them but for him, that didn’t quite matter because from now on she’s his lucky charm 

Y’all I'm so embarrassed by what I just wrote I’ve always wanted to do such a thing but never had the courage also this is my first try probably most likely my last one, I don’t know how many people will see this but if you do just click the heart leave your mark “I was here” it will make me smile I also love you so yeah…there is that. Bye <3

PS: also this sound good as a start of a series so.....👀

[elenaax]

Hi baddies! Pls send Jude requests!!

My inbox is open 💋.

(psa: Trent is also welcome 🤭!)

[luvneymar]

(2) ALL I WANTED WAS U — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

NOTE: DRAMA?🤣 jude is a literal simp and my mission during this fic is to make sure y’all know dat !!!

“C’mon guys! Hustle! The tournament is in 3 weeks and you all are sloppy! Mount & Grealish stop giggling like schoolgirls and start running!” The coach for the men’s England World-Cup team screeched from the sidelines rubbing the sweat off his forehead as his veins bulged in anger.

The rest of the team were causally jogging just fast enough for the angry man to not yell at them but not Jude. Jude was either right behind them or right in-front of them ignoring all of them despite their best efforts to talk to the boy.

With his headphones on his ears he was in his own zone, his own space thinking about what you both had talked about just around 2 weeks ago. Your words ran laps around his mind 24/7 for the last 14 days.

“I slept with Trent.”.

“I fucked Trent.”

“I had sex with Trent.”

No matter how he worded it in his mind it was still the same, the deed had been done. You fucked him & there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He felt like a non-consensual cuck. Stuck in a three-way that didn’t even exist.

I mean how can you not know that he’s been pining for you since forever. Ever since Trent & all his other friends constantly mentioned how hot you looked in this & how great your rack looked in that he finally saw the bigger picture & came to terms with the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach he’d get every time you’d kiss him on the cheek or hugged him.

“Jude! Why you running all alone? Join us!” Trent yelled out signalling Saka, Phil & Marcus to slow down & wait for him to catch up. Jude hadn’t even acknowledged Trent’s call despite hearing him loud and clear. He jogged right passed them as if he hadn’t heard.

They all looked at him with a weird face jogging up towards Jude stopping him as they grabbed his shoulder stopping him from running off. “Hey didn’t you hear me? Slow down.”

Jude shrugged his hand off and tried to jog off but Trent’s hold was quite strong forcing him to stay in place placing him into a full-stop. He pulled off his headphones in anger shrugging his hand off as he turned to look at the group. “Oh my days, What!”

“Geez dude, what bug crawled up your ass?” Phil muttered through a chuckle which caused Marcus & Saka to snort causing some weird domino of laughter, Jude’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he motioned to place his ear phones back onto his head.

“Sorry sorry, what’s going on with you? We haven’t talked in like two weeks.” Trent asked concerned smacking Jude on his butt lightly signalling him to continue walking jogging after he caught the look of annoyance on the coach’s face.

“Nothing I’m just anxious for the tournament.” Jude brushed him off with a statement that wasn’t even true. Just seeing his face pissed him off so bad which made him angry all the time.

“Your right. France is definitely going to hand a lot of countries their asses on polished silverware.” He joked looking around to see if anyone else laughed at his joke, Jude rolled his eyes as he prayed that Trent would cut the conversation short.

How can he just make a causal conversation just weeks after he literally told him so casually that he had sex with you in details that ran laps in the right, left, front & centre part of his brain. Just thinking about it made Jude want to beat the shit out of him.

“Whatever.” He grumbled with annoyances laced in his voice.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like a little bitch ever since I told you about what happened a few weeks ago.” Trent questioned also irritated that his friend was ascribe flaky.

“What happened a few weeks ago?” They all questioned, wanting to find out what was making their friend so pissy.

“Y’know (Name)? (Name, Last Name)? Jude’s friend? Yeah met her at the club we went to a 2 weeks ago and managed to get her into bed. Told Jude how mind-blowing it was and now he’s pissy.”

“Oh her? Shit I’d be mad too. She fine as fuck, I’d just be mad you got to tap that before I did.” Phil mentioned in a broken sentence unable to control his laughter.

As the group laughed Jude poked his cheek with his tongue trying remain calm & collected, it was quite hard seeing as how he was literally listening to his friend objectify you in a vulgar manner with no respect for you at all.

“Judey lighten up! There are other girls out there. Girls your age. She wouldn’t shack up with you even if you were the only man on earth. You have girls flocking after you left & right.” Marcus slapped Jude on the back after finally calming down from the laughter than had went around.

“She’s probably not into younger men anyways, I mean you just graduated high-school a few months ago. She probably graduating soon.” Trent mention remind Jude once again about the age gap you both had in.

“Won’t that make her look like a cougar anyway? Find out if she has a sister of something. You gotta forget about her.” Trent added making the group burst in laughter once again.

Hearing them home about you in that way in an attempt to try and make him feel better about the fact that you were “too old” for him just pissed him off even more.

Jude stopped in his tracks & pulled Trent by his shirt stopping him his tracks too abruptly, “Im not pissy i’m pissed you cunt, my “problem” is that you slept with my friend knowing damn well I had feelings for her you fucking ass!”

After he said nothing but chaos insured, Jude spun Trent around so he could face him as he proceeded to give him a dirties punch of the century. Trent stumbled back a bit holding his nose in pain cursing all sorts of profanities before walking up to Jude & within the same split second punching him in his eye.

“You fucking bastard.” Jude mumbled before proceeding to jump on-top of Trent punching him in his face a few times before Trent managed to roll him over getting a few punches on his face as well.

Many different rows of profanities were passed around until the group had decide to step in thinking about the nearer future & how this could effect the result of the tournament they were training for.

“Guys knock it off!” Phil shouted out trying to pull Trent away from Jude as they assaulted each other just to get punched in the nose instead, hearing the groan he let out the rest of the team turned around to see the commotion altering the coach as-well.

The coach rushes over towards the pair who had bruises & a bit of blood on both of them as they continued to drown in testosterone using their natural male instincts to figure out their differences.

“What the hell! Guys break it up now! Whatever your fighting about I promise you it isn’t worth it!” The coach yelled out standing in between the 2 men sending a reasonable distance between the two stopping them from sending anymore punches each others ways.

Once the fight had ceased to exist the coach turned to Trent seeing as how he was in worse shape than Jude with a busted lip, a head laceration & a bruised eye. “Who started the fighting?”

“That fucking cunt right there.” Trent spit out the blood that rested in his mouth before pointing to Jude who stood there with Phil trying to hold him back from trying to attack Trent once again.

“Jude come with me. Now.” Jude wiped away some of the blood from his forehead as Phil wrapped his arm around Jude helping him walk away from the circle that formed and towards the building where the coach’s office was.

Once they reached there the coach signalled Phil to exit the room as he wanted to talk to Jude alone. As soon as the door closed the coach bursted in the a fit of anger yelling at Jude as he throw different types of things off his desk onto the wall behind Jude.

“What the hell were you thinking? Has your cranium suddenly stopped working and all your common sense has been flushed down the drain?” He yelled out poking his finger into the side of his head as Jude stood there staring at his shoes that were stained with mud & some splotches of blood.

“But He—!” Jude tried explain with no avail.

“No speaking when I’m speaking! I don’t want to hear it. Your my star pupil. Hand picked from the best of the best. You cant be fighting with your companions like that.” He lectured Jude finally calming down enough to speak to him rationally.

The coach looked up at him just to see his eyes hadn’t moved from the spot on the floor it had been for the past minute, “I’m honestly disappointed Jude. I didn’t expect this from you of all people. You’re much more mature than the others even for your age.”

“Well tell that to the bastard talking shit.” Jude muttered under his breath trying to get a word in his defence.

The coach raised his eyebrow as he heard what Jude said but wanted him to say it with his chest. “Did you have something to say Bellingham?”

“No sir, sorry.”

“You’re going to apologize to him and you’re going to be benched for the a while for the starting games. That’s your punishment.” The coach walked towards the door signalling Jude to follow him.

“But I—!”

“No buts. Now get out before I start searching for a replacement for you.” Jude’s hands failed down to his sides in defeat as he walked out of the office grinding his teeth in frustration.

if you could just get a word in the coach would see how this situation wasn’t even his fault, but he knew there was no point in trying to explain himself once the coach made up his mind he made up his mind. 

 As he walked back onto the field, bandages decorated all over his face he heard the whispers from his teammates. see who was whispering about him just to see the same four who instigated the whole problem. “Look, look here he comes.”

fortunately, the rest of the practice goes smoothly without any more disturbances from Trent and Jude as the coach make sure that they were both separated heavily and did the exercise at two different times just to make sure another fight wouldn’t happen. 

—

“I’m back.” Jude announced in a solemn and dull voice like a defeated puppy, how could he possibly come back home and face you after he basically went all warrior ninja on Trent because of you. It was too embarrassing on his part.

As he works as he walked towards the common area, he heard a voice that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t exactly put a pin on it, but he knew that it was somebody he knew. 

“Hey Jude.” You greeted him turning your head from the screen playing a random Christmas movie quickly before turning it back snuggling into the mysterious figure that rested beside you.

as he looked up from the floor, all the pieces finally came together for him the very person he beat the shit out of that very afternoon with sitting beside, you, snuggled up into your chest casually scrolling on his phone.

“What the fuck? Why is he here?” The words came flying out of his mouth before he could even stop it, you turned to look at him with a sheepish smile on your face pulling your hand from around him to fidget with your fingers.

“Well you left so abruptly this morning I wasn’t able to tell you.” You muttered pausing the movie which caused the anonymous man to look up from his phone cunning smile on his face as he waved to Jude head still semi-snuggled into your chest.

“Hey man.” Trent waved to him half-assed stupid smug smile still resting on his face.

“Don’t ‘Hey Man’ me I’ll fucking kill you.” Jude dropped his bag by the side of the couch, and walk towards chance just for you to stand up in between them, trying to stop a fight from arising.

“Jude no! No more fighting. If you have a problem make your issues vocal. Just, no more fighting. Please.” You begged him looking up at him with the eyes you had to know had an hypnotic effect on him.

“Fine.” He muttered absolutely defeated. he had been utterly shame today not only had he basically confessed his feelings to his friend about his newfound girlfriend he beat the shit out of him just for him to get his wounds licked by you.

He walked away towards the direction of his room & closed the door quite aggressively, he hadn’t even recognized himself. He he isn’t the type of person to slam doors whenever he’s upset or try to fight people whenever they have a difference.

but that was just the effect you had on him.  you were able to make him go absolutely insane basically put him under your spell like a wizard. even though you were currently resting in trance, arms, kissing on him, loving on, and touching on him, and fucking on him.

He was determined to make sure that you’d be his at the end of the day. Ever since the day you both met he was sure that you’d be his one day even if he had to get rid roadblocks like Trent, he’d gladly do so. 

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