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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Shivers

Jordan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: based when he was still at liverpool because I've yet to come to terms with his departure, massive snow storms, reader is so over jordan but jordan is trying to love on his lady, some cheeky comments, playful teasing, showering together, specific warnings to behave are being ignored, shower sex, penetrative sex (p in v) fingering, finger sucking, oral (m!receiving), manhandling for a second there, lots of I love yous lmao

Word Count: 1,471

Author's Note: I'm still mad at jordan but he's my bookie so that's why I didn't take him out of the series loool

merry smutmas series

Jordan comes in after shovelling the driveway and keeps trying to love on you. You tell him that you can feel how cold he is but he makes sure to show you what cold really feels like.

A massive snow storm has come down on Liverpool all of a sudden.

It's something in which the two of you had never seen in all your years of living there. Usually, you get a few feet of snow here and there throughout the entire season but for some reason, you've acquired 4 feet of snow overnight; global warming is what you told your husband when you got up this morning.

The children had ended up spending the night with Jordan's dad. The night before your father in law took them out to see a movie and have dinner with his grand-babies which turned into a sleepover.

Jordan was meant to go pick up the children but given that it snowed, all the roads were blocked and the two of you were stuck in the house alone, until God knows when.

Most men would take advantage of the alone time with their wife, but not your husband.

You looked over the couch when you heard him coming down the stairs, the man bundled up in his hoodie and thick sweatpants. Jordan sat next to you, putting his socks on. "Where are you going?" You asked your husband with a raised eyebrow.

All the roads were blocked and most of the places weren't open yet or had not opened at all because of the snow.

"I'm going to shovel the driveway." He tells you, walking his way over to the front door to put his coat and boots on.

You got up, following him. "Jordan, you're not serious." You huffed, watching as he put his hat on, looking as dorky as ever. You bit back a laugh, waiting for an answer.

"I am too," he tells you, "someone has to do it."

"Do we even have a shovel ?" You shivered when he opened the door, a gust of wind letting some snow into the foyer. "Yeah, we do. I'll be back in a bit."

Jordan leans towards you, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes, a hand on his jaw when you kiss him softly.

You let Jordan go out into the snow and attempt to shovel the driveway. You check on him in intervals, shouting from the front door to make sure that he's all right and eventually you call out to him, telling him to come in because it's freezing out.

"You'll get frostbite!" You shout from the door, shivering. "Come in, Jord!"

You walk back to the couch, sitting down when Jordan walks in and shut the door. You can hear him shivering and hanging his coat up, as well as taking off his boots before he finds his way over to you.

"Don't even think about it." You warn him, a finger pointed at your husband.

Jordan smiles, dropping himself down on top of you. You squeal, "Jordan! You're freezing! Get off!" You giggled, trying to shove your husband off of you.

"I'm not freezing!" He says back, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"But you are."

"Fine," the man huffs, sitting up on top of you. He smiles, "shall we take a shower then?"

"You can take a shower, I don't need to shower right now." You tell him, reaching for the remote on the coffee table but Jordan tosses it on the other couch.

"It's better with you, baby." He says, picking you up.

"Jordan!" You smack his back when the man puts you over his shoulder - something he's been doing for years, the same something you complained about every time he did it.

The man carries you to the bathroom, there's not much else you can do but go along with it. Jordan puts you down, letting you sit on the counter as he turns on the shower. The water hits the floor and runs down the drain as it goes from cold to hot as a matter of seconds. You can see the steam coming up over the shower curtains as your husband undresses in front of you.

"I'm not getting in there unless you promise to keep your hands to yourself." You tell him.

Jordan moves to stand between your legs, his boxers the only thing that's left to join the pile of his clothes on the floor. "I promise to be on my best behaviour," he whispers, his lips on your neck when he reaches for your top, pulling it off.

"You're already misbehaving," you say, the words coming out a bit breathless. He laughs, helping you off the counter, the two of you stripping off the rest of the way. "Says you."

"Me? I'm a good girl."

He smiles, smacking your ass as you pass by to get into the shower. "That you are."

The two of you stand there for a moment, letting the hot water run over your bodies, all the soreness slipping away. "That's too hot," he mumbled, reaching around from behind you to turn the knob and fix the water temperature.

Jordan turns it a little too much and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold in a matter of seconds. "Jordan! What the fuck?!" You squealed, pushing him back so you could get away from the cold water.

He laughs, "sorry!" It takes him a second to switch it back, settling somewhere in the middle.

"God," you laughed, smacking his arm. "You're so annoying." You smile, now on your tiptoes to kiss him. Jordan’s hands rest on your ass, pulling you flat against his chest when he kisses you.

The warm water runs over his shoulders, spilling down onto you before he turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall.

Jordan's hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when he slips two fingers into you.

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, "oh.. you promised you'd behave." you whisper, head back against the wall. Jordan smiles, fingers curling. "I'm behaving, aren't I?"

“Jord, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards again.

He loved when you praised him, telling him how good he makes you feel. Jake brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth.

Before you could complain, Jordan had pulled his fingers from you and pushed them past your lips. “Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times.

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “god, fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Hold on sweetheart, patience.” Jordan tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. "What happened to behaving?" He teased, causing you to groan.

Before you could answer, Jordan pushes into you and his name falls from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there.

There was something about being in the shower together, homely and sweet and domestic.

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hm I love you,” your hand resting on his jaw.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Jordan smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. You push him off of you, sinking onto your knees. Jordan gets what you were doing, putting his cock in your mouth when you open it.

He groans, watching as your tongue laps over his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes innocently.

He pulls your hair up and away from your face, “you’re so perfect, I love you.” He mumbles, another string of praise falling from his lips as he cums.

Your husband helps you up, giving you a kiss before you two actually finish your shower like normal people, your husband hugging you from behind as you did your skin care routine.

"What?" You looked at him in the mirror, "I didn't even finish shovelling the driveway," he whispers, making you laugh.

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princessdemo · 1 year

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tomorrow - trent alexander arnold

massive thanks to @cosmic-parker for coming up with the idea and helping me out! i luv you <333 first fic of 2023? wtf- most likely the only fic with how slow i am- hope you enjoy, lots of love, demoooo 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Where are you, baby? Trent types as he soundlessly, but with a slight scamper, strides down the corridor.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it. And if his best man-the title which caused an abundance of disagreements amidst Andy Robertson, Tyler and Marcel Alexander-Arnold found out he was doing this- it would conclude with an mixture of profanity words. But he’s decided to listen to his heart this time, rather than his head. Taught by his mother- whom was the significant woman in his life, other than you, who is the one tightening his tie tomorrow, fixing his collars as he cries his nervousness for the special day.

Tomorrow was the wedding day of you both. The day you finally would express your love towards each other, not that you don’t every day, though this time in the form of a selection of Vows, drafted by you both. Tomorrow isn’t a day like any other. It’s the moment where your world stops, and for a second, you don’t forget how lucky you are. Trent’s mind had been like a rollercoaster, his emotions mixed all over the place. Even months before the wedding, the boy had been pacing around your house, making sure everything was organised. The final weeks before the day, he’d find himself making silly mistakes during training, or questioning his teammates about how their day to remember proceeded. The man was so in love with you, and that’s why he wants to make sure you know- for the last time as his fiancé.

Your phone buzzes on top of the bathroom counter next to the sink. Just as you’d finished brushing your teeth and wiping your mouth clean with a towel, the screen brightens and a notification pops up.

A giggle leaves your lips as you read the message, heart pounding at the words displayed. A text from Trent voicing ‘where are you?’ makes you shake your head. A deep breath leaving exhaling your nose.

‘In my room, just finished cleaning my teeth. You, okay?’ You type, before placing your phone into your hoodie pocket- selected from a certain scouser’s wardrobe. Claiming if you wasn’t going to be in each other’s presence for at least 24 hours- you’d need something of each other’s.

Not a minute later, your phone is vibrating, causing you to hastily have the gadget back in your hand, eyes glazing over the text.

‘I’m good- just couldn’t sleep. What are you doing now?’

You skim over the dialogue, eyes fixated onto the screen as your hand reaches to turn of the bathroom light. Stepping out of the room, you head towards your bed for the night, placing yourself on top of the sheets to type your response.

‘About to sleep T. My eyes are half dozing as I send this message.’ You note, before switching of your device and placing it aloft the bedside table, slipping into the warmth of the bed sheet. In the twinkling of an eye, the screen pops back on with a flash- lighting up the room. Beside you, laid Rachel Robertson, scrolling through her social media or likely questioning her parents how her children had been. Undoubtedly, herself and Andy were delighted to both be such meaningful positions on yours and Trent’s special day. The four of you spending many days off, switching between either houses, though they were down the road, catching up. The females chuckling at their foolish partners mannerisms. Partly, they were both ecstatic about the idea of having a small break from their children, the young Robertson’s could be a handful at times.

‘Come meet me? In the lobby?’ The message Trent sends presents, inducing a sigh to pass your lips. You tilt your head in the direction of Rachel, weighing up your options. Your head is demanding you to acquiesce with the wedding tradition of not seeing your partner 24 hours before the momentous day. However, something inside you is tempting you to see him.

Eyes peering back to the beaming screen, your fingers type, ‘Trent.’ Lip gnawing in anticipation.

Three dots appear within a flash, replying back to your response.

‘Please baby, I need my goodnight kiss.’ Trent declares, coaxing a smile to form upon your face, cheeks rising with heat.

And this is what persuades you to slide out the bed and slip your trainers on, briskly texting the scouser you’d meet him in 5 minutes. Tying your laces, Rachel grabs your attention-

“Where are you going?” She questions, pupils scanning over yourself- fitted with a pair of joggers, a hoodie of Trent and some trainers.

Beckoning your head within her direction- a puzzled emotion displayed from the Scot. Clearing your throat, you respond. “Just going to head down to the lobby for a minute, grab some water- my head wont shut off.”

She doesn’t interrogate your choices, though you grasped that she knew your response was untruthful, due to your fast pace tone of voice and an even more perplexed expression. She wasn’t going to argue with you over your special day, so attempting to modify your decision was out of her books.

“Okay, don’t be too late.” She smiles, before looking back at phone. That’s your signal to vacate the bedroom and find the scouser waltzing the corridors for you so desperately. “I wont be,” you shake your head, heading towards the door of your hotel room.

Fixed in the hallway of the residence for the night, your eyes scan the walls for a sign leading towards the lobby. To your right, you see an arrow facing the stairs leading to the ground floor, where you supposed your lover would be waiting for you.

Trudging down as you follow the commands stated in front of you, taking a left around the corner where the stairs were located, your body collides with another- a bulked, muscular physique as your head thuds into their chest, a groan leaving your side from the impact.

Your vision leaves the individuals warmth and your eyes glisten up to face the other in front of you.

“Sorry- Oh, T, Hi.” You smile, a slight shock to of seen him so soon.

Trent chuckles at your wonder and bewilderment, bringing his hand up to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Hi sweet.”

Sight observing a state of anxiousness, you bring your hand to stroke the apple of his cheek, the soft skin warming to your touch. “You alright?” You nod.

Trent sighs, eyes fixating towards the ground. “I’m nervous,” puckering his lips.

Your eyes scrunch in confusion, a tinge of sadness for the scouser makes you want to cuddle him until he cannot breathe. “For what? Talk to me?” you guide.

His eyes still beckon over the sight of your shoes, glued to surface of the carpet. A deep inhale is followed by an breathily exhale. “Everything. Tomorrow, becoming your husband- what if I'm not good enough, the-“ He notes as you cut him off.

“Trent,” You take his larger hand in yours, thumb fondling over the palm. “Come on, what’s making you think like this?” you question.

“I don’t know really. You are so special, and the only girl that’s made me the happiest man ever, I just don’t want to mess things up.” He replies softly. Making your heart thud immensely.

You lean in to peck his lips, a slight tinge of alcohol still present that you knew would be encouraged by his teammates, much to Hendo’s disagreement. As you pull away, your eyes meet his, “Let’s go for a walk outside hm, a bit of fresh air is probably needed.”

The pair of you make it outside, the cold temperature demanding you to snuggle close to each other, the attraction of warmth too pleasurable. You notice a bench in the distance, dragging the 5ft 9 male in the direction of the seating. You both take seat, the view presenting a small lake, lighten by a street lamp.

Your hands never lost contact, the touch becoming comforting to you both. Something one may have required more than the other.

“Talk to me.” You start, your body turning to face the man next to you, in less than 24 hours, you could finally call him your husband, something you had always dreamt of as a little girl.

Trent shrugs, “Just nervous, yknow? Like I don’t want to mess tomorrow up. Its our day, and I know you have been waiting for something so magical since forever.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lip jittering out in despair, “Hey, you aren’t going to ruin tomorrow okay. Its going to be the best day of our lives. Well, I hope it will live up to the champions league final. But I do know that it is going to be immense. You have nothing to worry about.” You nod.

This time Trent’s bringing your face as approach to his, lips meeting yours with an instance. “I love you.” To which you reply back, “I love you too.”

“If anything, I should be the one stressing. What if I fall over in my dress? My shoes, no idea how I'm going to walk in those?” You both share a laugh, Trent hand clutching yours tighter.

“Remember when you had too much to drink at Ox’s birthday party?” you shake your head at his words, eyes closing in embarrassment at your actions. “I even had to hold your shoes when we were leaving cause’ your feet were so sore.”

“That’s going to be me tomorrow.” Tucking your head into Trent’s lap, raising it after his next response.

Trent smiles, “We’ve had some eventful times together.”

Your eyes light up at his words, floods of memories coming back to you. “Remember our first date?”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to shake his head, “When we got mobbed by fans? Can’t say that’s what I had in mind.” He tucks you closer into his chest.

“Still ended the night well though, first kiss in Maccies carpark is unforgettable.” You chuckle.

“The boys still take the piss out of me every time I walk into the changing rooms, should’ve lied and said the night went so smooth- rather than letting them know we ended up stuffing our faces with burgers and fries.”

You gasp, “Can’t believe you went against your dietary requirements. Shocking that!”

Trent chuckles under his breath, “Listen!” His voice raises with the intention of proving his point. “It was me day off, give it a rest babe.”

You giggle at his words, hand leaving his to cover your mouth. “Alright, alright.”

“Now its me turn to tell one of my favourite memories about us.” Trent starts, “Remember when I took ya to see me mural? And ya said you preferred Hendo’s more?”

Covering your eyes in mock shame, “I cant lie, Hendo’s looking pretty good in that painting.”

Trent gasps at the verbalisation he’s heard, “You being serious? He’s a dad!”

The trees in the setting swayed in line with the wind. The breeziness making goose bumps raise upon your skin attributable to the sharp, nail biting cold. Both were snuggled against one another, Trent’s arm perched upon the lower part of your back.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, the pair of you scanning through your camera roll, snickering and yapping about old pictures.

“Aww, you recall this?” Nudging the phone into his hands, the bottom of your back adjusting to the loss of tepidity from the man beside you.

“Of course, I do. One of me favourite moments in my career.” He smirks. “I remember twitter went mad after it. Wanted to show me love and appreciation towards ya in the form of my cherished platform.” Trent responds.

One of the first games you made an appearance to support your partner in, ended with a mass of messages and a collection of butterflies whooshing within your stomach. Trent had decided his next goal occurred would see him performing with a love heart into the crowd. The direction was to yourself and ended with a smile never parting from your features.

“On another note. You are wearing a tie which matches the flowers tomorrow right? No red for Liverpool-“

Trent shakes his head at your mannerisms, rolling his eyes. “Robbo suggested it. Hendo’s sorted it out though. They are both buzzing for me to get married. Jordan keeps saying his son’s growing up.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that followed. When it came to Hendo and Trent. Their friendship was inseparable, similar to him and Andy, though, The age on Henderson made himself perform a father-like figure towards Trent throughout his career. It settled your nerves knowing he had someone to offer love and ease when you weren’t around. Especially times when he was outside of Liverpool, away from you for handful of days, he could struggle. It calmed your nerves knowing he had that someone, and Jordan was more than happy to play that role.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t believe tomorrow is actually the day, finally calling myself an Alexander-Arnold.” A soft grin arising. “Wonder what your vows are going to be like..” You question, lips puckering in the sense of curiosity.

“Me vows? Going to be absolutely breath taking. Worked me arse off writing this essay.” He teases, pressing a peck to your lips.

Shoulders shaking at his response, nodding intensively. Sometimes he did come out with some berserk statements. But it made you love him more and more each day.

Trent grabs your hands into his own, shuffling so you are facing each other, now separated from your snuggled position. He stands up from the bench, fleetly rubbing his hands on his jeans to remove any creases, before placing them back into yours. He nods, “Listen, let me act out how tomorrow is going to go.” He starts, as you giggle. “So, we say our vows- blah blah blah, mine will be the most emotional, heartfelt-“

“Woah.” You stop him, disagreeing with his opinion of his own. “What?” you exclaim.

“Shh, baby. You are interrupting my performance.” Trent snarls, raising a finger to his lips as a visual instruction for you to listen. He starts again, “So we do the vows, astounding the crowd as I do.” You roll your eyes, as he contuines. “I’ll grab the ring, then place it on your finger like this-“ He takes your hand, holding your ring finger in his own, and pretends to slip a ring on. Your heart flutters at his gestures, hand raising to your heart in a state of awe.

“Then once you have done the same for me, and its time to kiss.” He pulls you up from the bench, a thrilling rush flowing through your system, heart pulsating out your chest. “I’ll lean in like this, hopefully me mum’s crying so much she doesn’t see much or ya dad isn't watching for my sake.” He guides your head to face his own, a finger tickling your lower chin. A smirk emerges, as you snake your arms round his neck. He reaches to move the unwanted baby hairs, flourished around your face, tucking them behind your ears.

Trent leans into your features, lips softly attaching your own, moving at a sweet pace, nothing too heavy. He pulled away gently, catching his breath, “Need too,” a second kiss, “Get in,” lips hoover over yours, “as many kisses as possible,” allowing a small amount of tongue to slide in, skimming the tip. “As after tonight,” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “The next will be as husband and wife.” Planting a final smooch to your forehead.

“Trent?” You breathe.

“Mhm.”

“Lets get married baby.”

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