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macallisters · 7 hours
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what a beauty
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kiyootietrent · 2 hours
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i can watch him workout all day
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lorarri · 1 month
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꒰꒰‧₊˚𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 ─ 𝐓𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ people find out about the former relationships of two of the best altheltes in the world and they can't help but pray they get back together ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ trent alexander arnold x fem! scouse! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ btw a bezzie means a bestie if any of you were wondering also part 2 coming soon so till then enjoy ❩
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nothingbut_yn
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nothingbut_yn night on the town with my bezzie 🤪
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trentarnold66 bezzie 4 life 🤪 ⤷ user what happened...
user god why did you take this it couple for us
user COME BACK WE MISS YOU GUYSSSS
user what I would give to have lived in this era of them
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nothingbut_yn
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nothingbut_yn bezzie to bae 💞
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trentarnold66 I love you baby ❤️ ⤷ user WHERE DID THIS LOVE GOOOOOO
user they were so cute 💔
user they were the parents I need but can't have
user brb imma go cry rn
user okay jokes over...now get back together
user my mother has divorced my father. sobs.
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nothingbut_yn
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nothingbut_yn nothing breaks like a heart 💔
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user no trent comment...
user oh baby :(
user noooo my parents
user WHAT HAPPENED
user heartbreaks lead to happiness and success down the line and Y/N is a perfect case of that
user god plz bring these two back together
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trentarnold66 and yourinstagram . 4hrs ago
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jude5bellingham · 3 months
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throwback thursday ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
part two here
summary: lfc photographer loves to post tbts about one man in particular
warnings & notes : no warnings!! all images belong to their rightful owners and i hope you enjoy my first post ^__^
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yourusername what was the saying? man, the first time was so nice... sort of #tbt ?
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user1 HE HAD TO DO IT TWICE
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user2 THANK YOU YN FOR TRENT POST
judebellingham 🤫
trentarnold66 🤫
yourusername 🤫
szoboszlaidominik 🤫
user3 /THE/ RIGHT BACK
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user4 BEST RB ITW
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yourusername can you remember the rainnnnnnnnnn? #tbt
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jordanhenderson ❤️
andyrobertson94 ❤️
trentarnold66 ❤️
liverpoolfc ❤️
user5 don't let the first slide distract you from this being another trent post
user6 i think it's just because she didn't upload these ones when they won!!
user5 or this is a trent post in disguise
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yourusername new year, same 👑
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ibrahimakonate 👑
ryanjiro_ 👑
andyrobertson94 👑
user7 omg yearly non trent non tbt post
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yourusername i ain't never seen 2 pretty bestfrie- oh wait! i have! #tbt
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andyrobertson94 i'm pretty sure you still haven't seen 2 pretty besties..
yourusername have some confidence robbo
andyrobertson94 i wasn't talking about me...
trentarnold66 ?
user8 robbo is just as funny as ever
user9 🐐 KLOPP PIC
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user10 wake up babe new yn tbt post just dropped
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yourusername oh cause putting me out of work is just soo funny 🤣😐
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codymathesgakpo it really is 🤣
ibrahimakonate think of it as a well deserved break 🤣
trentarnold66 you look like you needed one
yourusername what are you implying🤨?
trentarnold66 ...
andyrobertson94 someone's in trouble with the missus... 🤣 🤣 🗑️ comment deleted by yourusername
szoboszlaidominik 🤣 🤣 🤣
user11 ROBBO'S COMMENT???
user12 THE MISSUS???? 😭😭
twitter #ynxtrent is trending!
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yourusername just incase you forgot about this #tbt
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liverpoolfc ❤️
judebellingham mate just never stops trying to steal your job
yourusername if i didn't know any better i'd think he was trying to get rid of me 😔
virgilvandijk trent should be praticing not hitting the crossbar instead of his photography skills
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trentarnold66 on it skipper 🫡
user13 average yn tbt (trent front and center)
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♫ Lana Del Rey, Bleachers ⠂Margaret (feat. Bleachers)
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yourusername happy 365 as mr & mrs, and here's to many more 🤍 (also #tbt)
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yourusername thanks andyrobertson94 for letting the cat out of the bag 🙄
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andyrobertson94 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️
trentarnold66 when you know, you know 🤍
yourusername when you're good, it's gold🤍
user14 this is going to make me sob oh my god
user15 WAKE UPPPP BOMB OF A YN TBT POST JUST DROPPED
user16 this is literally insane how did they hide being married for a year
user17 HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN TOGETHER FOR
judebellingham i'm so glad it wasn't me who spilled
yourusername i'm shocked that it wasn't
judebellingham hey??
yourusername 😇😇😇
liverpoolfc 🤍🤍🤍
liverpoolfc dibs on your kids btw
user18 preordering is crazy
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yourusername hope this #tbt makes up for keeping secrets from you guys
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curtisjr now that you've been exposed are you just going to shamelessly post trent pics now?
yourusername thought i've been doing that this entire time, lad?
andyrobertson94 there goes any chance of seeing actual liverpool pics
yourusername 😝
szoboszlaidominik i, for one, think this content is just as good
yourusername stop flirting with my man domi...
trentarnold66 you have a nickname for him🤨?
yourusername green is definitely your colour babe
user19 BABE WAKE UP THE BEST YN TBT YET HAS JUST DROPPED
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judebelle · 3 months
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trent being a clingy needy bf? xx
menace - t.a.a. x reader
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a/n : i’m so fucked w finals season but it’s almost break for me 😇 just gotta make it thru this week 😞 also i made this a drabble SORRYYYY but i think this is better short and sweet!
cw : swearing, clingy trent obv, reader getting increasingly more annoyed throughout the course of the fic, sexual insinuation, fluff
pairing : trent alexander arnold x fem!reader
wc : 704
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it started off as bearable, but god, as the day progressed, you couldn’t deal with him anymore.
the him being sir trent alexander arnold.
it had just so happened that you and trent had aligned a few days off at the same time. this was a rare occurrence since your busy schedules kept you swamped 25/8.
this was the first of many days off. you just needed to get some things done around the house, but trent had other plans.
you almost took up his many offers to just lay in bed all day, but you knew you would feel better if you got things done first.
of course, trent wasn’t making this easy on you.
“c’mere, beautiful,”
“please stay here, just for a few minutes.”
“so sleepy, just nap with me for an hour, please!”
you had to resist the urge to physically roll your eyes at his constant pestering. you had to put your foot down and stop him before you ended up giving in.
“no, trent! i have to finish some things up, i’ll be done soon.”
he was still cuddled up in the bed when you finally left the bedroom to head to the kitchen. you began putting away clean dishes and cleaning the counter tops. as you wiped it down, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.
“y/n come back to beddd~” trent whined while propping his head on your shoulder to get a better look at what you were doing that was so important. you could feel him kiss his teeth when he saw you cleaning.
“i said, wait. if you keep annoying. me, it’s just gonna take longer!” you groaned when he didn’t let go of your body. “trent, let go. i need to go get-“
“you look so sexy in these shorts, just come back to bed.” you felt his hands slide down to cup your ass.
you rolled your eyes, a smile forming on your cheeks. “you can’t seduce me into going back into bed!” you sing songed as you turned to face him. his arms had you trapped in between him and the counter. he still his droopy eyes and his hair was a little frizzy.
you swiftly ducked out of his grip from under his arm and headed to your office, turning on your computer to print a few things. you heard the soft shuffling of socks on the floor, and low and behold-
“can you just come back, pleaseee!”
“stop it! how old are you? just give me a few minutes.” you had started to whine like a two year old, his complaints giving you a headache.
you placed the papers down and pushed past him to go to the living room, cleaning up blankets and books laying around. you grabbed the watering can and started tending to your wilting plants. all of a sudden-
“ah- get off me! trent! let go, now!”
your feet were hovering over the floor thanks to your boyfriend who had had enough of waiting. he threw your body over his shoulder easily and walked towards the bedroom.
you kicked your legs around, trying to wriggle out of his grip. you slumped against him when your efforts to escape from his death trap went in vain.
“this isn’t funny, y’know?”
he chucked despite your comment. “i can’t wait any longer, sorry.”
a stubborn smile broke across your face before he threw you onto the bed. you bounced onto the fluffy mattress with a gasp. “trent!”
he giggled softly before throwing himself down on top of you. “oww, trent you’re not light!” you found yourself laughing as he kissed your neck.
“shhh, just wanna cuddle.” he reached over and pulled the duvet over the both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he eventually let you breathe by rolling onto his side a little bit. you finally gave into his touch with a sigh, throwing your leg over his hips.
you reached your arms around his neck and nuzzled your head into his chest, his scent all over his wrinkled shirt.
“god, you’re a menace, you know that?” you laughed into his embrace and he responded by hugging you tighter.
“you love it.”
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bahrtofane · 29 days
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things have always been easy with trent, attached to the hip since you could remember. your other half, his biggest supporter. things were bound to turn romantic no? everyone was rooting for it, secretly you always were too. 
your first date as a couple goes more or less how you planned, awkward and full of teasing. 
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watch it : mild jealousy, cuties, fluff fluff, kinda domestic near the end?
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“eat your food." 
you squint, "what the hell else am i doing, you eat your food."
he scoffs, "im literally half way done with my plate."
"it's literally not even a proper portion of course you're almost done." you point at his tiny little section of steak on about a tablespoon of mash potatoes. 
he waves you off and makes a comment about the "liberty of a kitchen."
you ignore this and take another bite of whatever the hell you ordered. you don't remember. you were too busy trying not to focus too much on the man in front of you.  the all black outfit is insanity, you know he only went for it because you told him ages ago all black looks the best on him. and now here you are. suffering
you just nodded to whatever the waitress was saying. though she could have done with less ogglying at your date. your trent. 
you take pride in knowing your his go to, his best friend, his #1. you've been by his side longer than you can remember being without. he's your other half in every sense. before the fame and money, lavish life and dwindling time. he's always been yours somehow. 
maybe you should've known at some point that feelings were bound to be brewing. 
everyone and their mother had told you. hell, even your own mother had told you so. but you waved them off. he's my friend, no trent is my best friend, ew no that would be so weird, i can't even stand hin on a good day, he's annoying, nope just friends. 
now look at you. seated across from each other, his sleeves rolled up while you eat in candle light. the dark blue drapery of the establishment makes this feel way more intimate than needed. and the chandeliers that hang over your head are enough to make you stare in wonder. 
his sharp features almost soften like this, tucked away in a far corner away from prodding eyes and unnecessary media attention. where it's only the two of you in your little bubble, and the soft live piano that travels from the main foye. you enjoy this, but mainly you enjoy him. 
you noticed he cleaned up his facial hair for this, it makes your heart melt. the silver jewelry that shines on his golden skin is a mirror of the silver that drapes across you. he told you to wear silver. the maniac. he planned this all the way down to the damn jewelry. 
(the both of you are matching in general, which makes you feel something closer to insanity, it gives you a thrill when people’s gazes wash over the two of you and they can so easily tell you are here together. for each other. the stares you got while walking in don't go unforgotten.)
he's the one who dragged you to this restaurant, one much more fancy that you care for. any establishment that calls for floor length dresses to eat is above you, but he insisted. even taking time to tell you how stunning you looked on the way here. your cheeks were on fire the whole time you tried to come up with a counter, failing miserably and just telling him he looked handsome too. 
what a gentleman, driving you here and keeping a hand on yours the whole time. you were sweating the whole time. this whole thing is new to you. but you try not to explode while you sit across from him, sipping on your water to avoid eye contact. 
trent pretends to suddenly be very interested in the silverware, but you don't miss the way his gaze still manages to shift over to you, landing somewhere between your eyes and lips.
you sigh loudly, your appetite disappearing while you push your plate in front of you. 
"do not even start." he warns, fork raised and pointed at you. 
"i didn't even do anything ! what's with you tonight. "
"could ask you the same thing," he mumbles between mouthfuls of his steak, "you're being, very weird."
"im on a dinner date with you how else do you want me to act."
he coughs awkwardly at this, "i don't know ! normally. you haven't made fun of my shoes yet. where's the old grouchy evil and conniving friend i know. you're too, " he waves his fork in the air trying to find the right word, "civil."
you snort, "that's a mouthful. i don't know this whole dynamic shift is taking a while to get used to, " you shrug.
"we need to stop saying i don't know so often." he sighs, rubbing his eyes aggressively. 
you choose to ignore that bit, "and i need to be civil in public or your adoring fans might have my head."
he rolls his eyes, "that's a stretch."
you wave him off with a hand, "you never know. crazy people do crazy things."
he looks at you fondly at this, giving you one of his signature smiles, you look away and change the subject as fast as you can think. you don't need weak knees in a high end establishment. 
"you know i would've been just fine with takeout and a movie." you mumble softly.
he gives you a soft look " i know, but i wanted to make it special. take you out somewhere nice for a change. we never do that."
"you're not going to let me pay are you?" you muse.
he gives you a look, "im offended you even brought that up. i hope you know you're never going to be paying for things ever again right."
"and i hope you know i'm going to fight you over it the whole way through."
he finds this amusing, "yeah yeah yeah shut up and eat your food, i think my socks are sliding off my foot."
"i don't want to hear about your sweaty foot while i eat trent, gross." you fake gag. 
"cry about it." he dead pans. 
you narrow your eyes at him, "i'm going to talk about the pimple i popped on my shoulder, in great detail. is that what you want?"
"ew gross hell no. no more socks or feet geez." he scoffs. 
you cackle, "problem solved then."
he rolls his eyes but goes back to eating anyway, cutting his steak with way too much force than necessary. 
you on the other hand have to play tug of war with the fabric of your dress in order to keep it where you want it. 
"you want to leave don't you?" he comments. 
"that obvious?" he nods, "yep," popping the p.
"i don't want it to seem like I'm ungrateful for the effort or anything, because i swear it's not like that. i'm happy to be with you regardless and yeah. we don't have to leave." you try to explain. 
as much as you enjoy spending time with him this isn't your scene. you're aching to go home, and so are you poor ankles. these heels can only be worn for so long and they are coming up on their expiration date for the night. maybe trent can help take them- no fuck. bad. bad bad. this is a dinner, you're at dinner be civil. 
trent seems to be none the wiser as his attention remains on you. 
"why would we stay if you don't want to ?" he looks at you confused, brows drawn together, arm propped up against the table while he waits for an explanation. 
"because you're the one who wanted to come here?" "so? if you wanna go home then we'll go home."
home. oh. he's starting to refer to his house as home. for the both of you. that does something to you, you're almost dizzy. god how can one person be so sweet. 
"we can finish up and head home? i really don't mind." you suggest. 
he hums at this, "alright then. we’re stopping by the chinese place you like so much, you didn't even eat. "
"to be fair, the portions are the size of my pinkie and i think they took too much creative liberty in the kitchen." you wrinkle your nose. 
he giggles, that shy little spurt of laughter, the one you love so much and always try to coax out of him, "i forget the flavors can be uh, adventurous with most of their dishes. "
you chuckle, "definitely adventurous."
he flags down the waitress from earlier who bats her eyelashes one too many times at him while you roll your eyes. he gives you a glare while he pays, before you can open your mouth. while you get up, dusting your dress down, he presses you flush to him, effectively shutting down any advances. you can't help but grin at the little act. even if your skin is on fire from the contact.
your lead out the back by one of the valets to avoid the busy main section and the endless cameras that wait for you from the front.
you step out to a colder night than you expected, rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to warm yourself up. the valet steps away to retrieve his car while you shiver harder than a skeleton animatronic in a halloween pop up store. 
trent notices, coming up behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, pulling you close. 
"cold?" he has the nerve to ask, flush against you and the damn dress that clings against your skin, his breath tickles your ear while you lick your lips nervously. his arms are much more muscular up close. the whole of him is, you can feel the efforts of his training as they hold you. good lord you're going to lose your mind. and the chest you're pressed up against? do not.
"a little." you whisper back, afraid to say much more.  
he hums, rubbing your arms for you, sending goosebumps all the way down your spine, and he has the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. 
"cars gonna be here soon."
you can only nod dumbly.
he unlatches when the car comes into view. thanking the man with a clap on shoulder, almost like an old friend, and a generous tip.
he opens the door for you, holding his arm out to help you balance, sweet of him. 
you duck inside while he says his last thanks and goodbyes to the valet, turning on the heat first thing when he gets inside. 
the drive is silent, not much to talk about after you confessed your love to each other just days before. 
you could almost laugh at the complete 180 from this week to the last. youre so so glad it ended up this way nonetheless. you don't think you could handle another second suffering in silence. 
how it all went down makes you cry in full honesty. it was an argument. over fucking instagram. you were bitching about the girls who are on his dick and he called you over protective and you defended yourself because duh. that somehow had spiraled into how he's insane, and then your relationship. and then you stormed out, don't ask, you don't remember. 
he tracked you down at your place with flowers as an apology and you just lost it, because what kind of friend gets flowers and calls in just platonic?
lucky for the both of you it wasnt platonic, not to him, not to you. 
he confessed first, that you were more important to him than any of the women he follows combined and so much more. you're his everything can't you see that? he loves you, in every sense. he hates seeing you upset so please, don't cry. 
you kissed him, slow and hesitant while he broke out in giggles. 
"does that mean what i think it does ?" he had whispered against your lips. 
you nodded, shy and tender. 
"i need to hear it. please, say it." breathless, at the cusp of losing his grip on everything. 
"i love you trent, more than i think i can explain. you are my other half yeah? my everything."
and so here you are, watching the shapes of the city breeze past you as the gps guides you to your beloved chinese take out. you can almost taste the noodles you're so ready for it you're starving. 
a hand rests on your thigh, softly tracing shapes the rest of the way there and you hide a smile. you don't think you'll ever get used to any of this new found affection. things you once only day dreamed of having now right in front of you.
you're drowsy by the time you pull into the familiar parking lot. you giggle at just how ridiculous the two of you look. stepping out of a probably hundred thousand dollar car, if not more. dressed like you're going to the ballon d'or. all while walking into a quiet little family own take out spot. 
trent takes your hand again, while you fight to bunch up your dress to get over the obnoxious curve. 
he fights a smile while locking the car behind you. 
"you try getting over this mountain in heels and this long ass dress i dare you." you hiss. 
he snorts but keeps his mouth shut as you inside the familiar space. sighing in glee. 
the kind older woman who always takes your orders doesn't bat an eye at your dress, but welcomes you with a warm hug. 
“the usual?” she beams, even at this time of night. cheery as ever. 
“yes please !”
she smiles, getting to work making your order while you drum against your thigh. bad habit. 
you’re very thankful it’s as late as it is, the place is dead empty. a little safe haven. 
you reach into your purse but mr “i’ll pay for it all” stops you. 
you tsk, “come on this is my spot. i want to tip her well. let me at least have this after that fancy meal.”
“i said i would pay,” he states firmly. 
“i know, but paying here is special to me. and i want it to come from my hand. she deserves it after all the kindness she’s shown to me over the years.” you gesture to her wrapping up your boxes. 
you remember when you used to be a student low on cash, she would always fill your plate with double of everything or just give you the next size up, and extra dessert, free drink. the little things, life is all about the little things. 
he sighs, “fine fine. i won’t take this away from you. “
you smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. he waits for you on the side while you go up to the counter. 
she smiles at you knowingly, “finally made a move on that one huh?” 
you blush, “we both made moves and things worked out well. “
she grins, “finally. i thought it would never happen, you know. maybe i’ll get to see your kids too huh?”
you chuckle, kids with trent huh. not a bad idea, “maybe you will.” you sigh fondly. handing her the money. 
you hand a few boxes to trent and motion to the door before she catches on. but it’s a little late. 
you sneak out of there while she’s yelling at you to take your change, “keep it ! it’s all for you !!” you shout back. giggling while you and trent make your escape. 
the ride to his house is filled with laughter and you don’t ever remember being happier. 
its all giggles and shy smiles as he leads you up to his home, hand in hand while you race up the steps and make a dash for the elevator. the door man gives you too a look but doesn’t comment, yet. you know he will sooner or later but you don’t care. 
the take out boxes are split in between the two of you as you hold them snug against your chest. humming softly as the elevator opens. 
the ride up is filled with soft teasing, and more compliments. 
"im serious!" he shoves you gently, "you look, incredible." 
your face burns with enough heat to power an oven, his words do a number on you and all you want is to hear them over and over. but you don't say this. 
"you look so handsome trent." is all you find to reply back. 
a shy smile is what you get in return as the elevator opens. the walk is familiar but your feet are making it feel much longer than needed. 
he opens the door and you dont waste a second collapsing on his couch, groaning at the pressure finally being off your feet. he takes the boxes from your hands and sets them on the living room table, kicking his shoes off somewhere as he organizes them just how you like. 
"eat first then change?" he takes a seat next to you. 
you shake your head, "don't wanna ruin the dress."
"alright," he nods
you attempt to get up but your feet are swollen by the looks of it and you could cry at the though of taking another step in these damned heels. 
you reach over carefully to begin the effort of getting them of you but holy fuck is it taking much longer than needed.
"you're taking so long," he groans, scooting down to raise right ankle to rest gently in his knee, hands working slowly. 
you sigh in sweet sweet relief when the intricate lacing finally comes undone and your foot can breathe. he does the same to the left, bringing it up to rest against your right.
 your head falls back against the couch cushions, eyes closed and relaxed. it gives you a moment to really appreciate it all. to appreciate him. 
you crack your eyes open when he gives your leg a gentle tap, all done. 
you swing your feet back to the ground, scooting up closer to him. it's a beat of silence where he watches you, wait for your move. and you press gentle kisses on both cheeks, then nose, one on his forehead, and finally his lips. 
he can't keep his hands to himself at the end, a hand finds your waist, tugging you closer to him, impossibly close. the other cups your cheek gently. 
you won't part till you run out of air, panting gently against each other's skin.
"thank you." you mumble against his lips.
he hums, "anything for you. you know what."
you could reach the clouds like this, could reach the stars.
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deartrent · 2 months
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untold feelings — taa (pt. 1)
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summary: you find yourself in a web of secrecy, long-suppressed desires and untold feelings within the buildings of liverpool fc, and it's bound to become a sticky situation
warnings: contains smut (18+, mdni)
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader
notes: this is my first time writing smut and posting it, so i'm sorry if it's ass 😭 i'm thinking of adding more parts to this bc ive got some ideas cooking, but let me know what you guys think of this part first!
when you started your new job at liverpool fc as a player care officer, you had no idea what awaited you. all you knew was that you'd be in touch with the players most of the time; your main task literally being their first-line support for every- and anything they wanted and needed.
what you didn't expect though, was getting attached to one particular footballer. he was a man of little words, an introverted, closed off, at first seemingly "asshole"—though that presumption disappeared as you spoke to the guy more often. he was mysterious, a characteristic that ignited your interest in him in the first place. he wasn't your usual outgoing, witless and self-centered footballer, no, instead he kept to himself and only gave well-thought out answers. you tried your best to keep each interaction professional, especially when the news broke out of his new vice captain role, you vowed to not get involved with him, not wanting to be the reason that would put his new role in jeopardy.
you struggled though. the tension was there. you could feel it, he could feel it. if anyone else was in the room, they could feel it too. his eyes would bore into you as you typed away on your computer, logging the information he would give you, his eyes clearly attempting to get a message across. he had no shame in checking you out, scanning every part of your body, before his eyes would meet yours again, a mischievous smirk on his face as he sank further into his chair comfortably, his arms lazily draped along the armrests, his legs spread out.
after a few more appointments and conversations, you noticed him coming out of his shell more. there was no denying that the dynamic between you guys shifted, from a strictly professional one, to a more easygoing and flirty one. when you'd pass each other in the hallways, trent would flash you a cheeky smile, accompanied by a quick wink he made sure only you could see. if the coast was clear, he'd quickly poke your side as he passed, causing you to burst out in giggles. he'd always make sure to pass by your office as well, before heading to training, making sure to wish you a good morning or even bringing you a coffee if time allowed him to.
you enjoyed the secretive thing you had going on with trent, adding a tinge of excitement to your days.
the annual club dinner was the first time you and trent would see each other outside of a professional setting. his eyes never left you that night, observing your every move while simultaneously networking with the people around him, waiting for a moment to catch you alone.
"took you long enough," you joked as you watched him approach you, while you stood at the bar, waiting for your next drink. "were you waiting for me then?" his crossed arms rested on the bar, as he faced forward, allowing you to admire his side profile, "maybe," you shrugged, thanking the barman, before turning to trent once again. though he wasn't very tall, he still towered a little over you, that same cheeky smirk never leaving his face. the tension was unbearable and you knew he felt it too, the presence of his teammates and your colleagues being the only thing stopping you from sharing little touches.
"enjoying yourself?" you asked, looking away from his face as you started feeling nervous under his gaze, "yeah, very much," he let out a chuckle, knowing you were referring to him checking you out, "i'd enjoy it more if i could touch though," trent mumbled, his eyes scanning over the place, the same way yours did.
you were caught by surprise. he'd never verbally expressed what his eyes were insinuating. you never expected him to be so blunt, showing a different side to him than you were used to, "i'm afraid you're just gonna have to stick to looking for now," you tried to play off the feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. you wanted to feel his touch just as much as he wanted to touch you, your mind wandering off to the mental images of his body that you'd collected over the past few weeks while observing him in training from the window in your office. "watch out, you might start drooling in a minute," trent joked, amused with his own joke, while you hit his arm with the back of your hand.
you spent the rest of the night flirting back and forth with trent, either through eye contact or subtle touches as you'd pass each other. the night slowly came to an end and trent made sure to check up on you one more time.
"do you want me to drive you home?" trent asked, a hint of hope in his eyes that you'd say yes. you looked around for a second, "i already had a ride, but i don't mind going with you," although your facial expression would never give it away, you felt more nervous with each second passing, the realisation settling in that soon you'd be completely alone with trent.
while trent drove you home, the tension that had built up over the past few weeks only rose. one thing led to another and before you knew it, trent was reclined in the driver's seat, while you had both legs on each side of him. you'd been waiting for this exact moment, to feel his voluptuous and soft lips on yours, savouring every second you spent tasting his mouth. your lips wrapped around his bottom lip, tugging a little as trent's eyes shot closed, his large hands carefully placed on your hips, squeezing them ever so softly. beneath you, you could feel trent grow. seeing him melt under your touch drove you insane, the combination of his shut eyes, parted lips and hushed moans making you feel something you had never felt before.
trent's hands found their way around your back, unzipping the dress you picked with him in mind, as he slowly shed you of your clothing. his fingers eagerly unclasped your bra and as your eyes locked for a split second, you noticed just how hungry he was for you. your dress sat bunched up around your waist, your panties exposed, while your bra was lost somewhere in the car. trent's fingers played with your nipples, an unfamiliar sensation shooting through your body, only trent's touch having that effect on you, "trent," you tried to mumble, his lips never leaving yours, as though he was making up for the past few weeks of depriving him of your touch.
trent's hands roamed around your body, grabbing a handful of your ass, as you leaked more fluid all over your panties. you needed to feel him and you needed to make it clear to him, so as you finally let go of his lips, you cupped his face with your hands, holding him close as you whispered against his swollen lips, "i need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before," those words leaving your mouth made trent go feral, unbuckling and pulling his pants down with one swift motion, the only barrier between your skin and his being your panties and his boxers. your hands wrapped around the elastic band, pulling the boxers down as his cock sprung free, resting against his stomach.
"fuck," you whispered against his lips, your pussy throbbing, yearning to be filled up. trent wasted no time, holding your panties to the side with one hand, while the other slid against your folds, spreading the moisture across his fingers before pumping his cock in his hands a few times. trent lined himself up with your entrance, the moment you both had silently been waiting for finally here. your hands rested on his broad shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. picking up your pace, trent was losing his mind and you could tell. his head fell back against the headrest, his hands firmly on your hips, guiding you through your movements. "fucking hell," he cursed, burying his cock deep inside, hitting a spot you didn't even know was possible, your moans getting louder.
you knew he was close from how sloppy each thrust had become, his breathing getting deeper and quicker. you lifted yourself off of him without a warning, his eyes lazily following your every move, high off of the ride you just gave him. you moved back to the passenger's seat, sitting on your knees as you wrapped both hands around his cock, leaving a trail of spit on his tip as you moved up and down as fast as you could, driving him to his climax. cum leaked all over your fingers, while trent cursed under his breath. your mind clouded by feelings of lust and desire, you brought your fingers up to your lips, licking them off as though you'd just finished a meal. trent chuckled as he crashed down from his high, his thumb caressing your cheek, "won't lie, i didn't expect all that from you, ms. wanna keep things professional," he joked, your cheeks heating up at his remark.
the night continued for a while, you'd moved to the backseat, lying on your back as trent supported himself on top of you. with your legs up, resting on trent's shoulders, he slammed into you, your cries being heard from outside the car. "fuc-" you choked on your moans, trent's name leaving your lips, warning him that you were close. trent watched your eyes roll back, his thumb circling between your folds, stimulating your clit, while his thrusts became deeper and slower, "fuck, fuck, fuck," your legs trembled, your body shuddering against trent as you held onto his muscular arms, as he unloaded another load inside of you.
the car felt hot by the end, your sweaty body on top of trent's as you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands resting on his exposed chest. the silence cleared your mind enough to think about what had just happened. you had no idea how you went from fighting to get a word out of trent to lying on top of him naked, vulnerable and fucked out in his car, parked in front of your place. if you had any energy left in you, you'd be stressing about how you were supposed to go back to work and pretend like nothing had happened—at least that's what you were planning on doing.
you knew you crossed a line you shouldn't have, you felt regret as you looked up at trent whose eyes were shut, his breathing steady and calm. you wondered what was going through his mind, if he was thinking the same as you, and if the weight of concealing the intimacy between you both laid as heavily on his heart as it did on yours.
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formulalfc · 25 days
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trent who can’t go a minute without slapping your ass
literally, whenever your ass is in front of him he can't help but slap it, biting it lips as it jiggles at him. you roll your eyes and act annoyed but secretly love it, a feeling of giddiness running through you every time. will fully give a cheeky squeeze when he's walking past you as well and press a kiss to your cheek. he accidentally does it in front of your mum and dad once and your dad has a very serious conversation with him afterwards.
inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3
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leviscolwill · 7 months
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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.
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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.
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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 ?"
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When in Jamaica
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word count: 4.5k
warning: smut 18+
Bold name or pronoun: POV
summary: distant family friends have a lot more in common than either initially assumed. shy!trent x virgin!reader.
author's note: shoutout to the anon who requested this, and credit to @trenty for the beautiful gif! I do hyperbolize tf outta the weather, so pls do not read too much into that.
I hope you enjoy it! Please lmk (in grave, borderline superfluous detail) of your all your thoughts.
Trent was sure he was liquidifying. 
He stripped to just his briefs and fully opened all four of the large windows in the room,  desperate to maybe tease out a breeze from the still air—it was all in vain. A thick layer of sweat still manifested, coating his body in almost a stifling way. Trent was irate–both by the tropical-sweat-inducing temperatures and by his decision to vacation in a location with said temperatures. Jamaica sounded lovely in theory…but in practice, the humidity coupled with the brutality of the sun made him almost wish he had chosen a destination with a climate he was more accustomed to.
Almost.  
Jamaica really only seemed lovely because it was Y/N who had originally suggested the location in conversation with his mother, Dianne. 
For as long as he could remember, you had always been around. Your mothers grew up together, dreaming of a future where they could raise their family alongside each other. This ultimately became a reality, solidifying your presence in his life as a constant. Despite this, Trent could probably count, on one hand, how many times the two of you engaged in conversation. This was, of course, his own fault, being naturally shy–a quality he adapted just as the two of you were growing into yourselves (i.e. when you developed breast and his voice started to crack) That, Trent concluded, was also when his subconscious crush on you became very much conscious, subsequently (and unknowingly) long-lasting, and pretty distracting.  
He was 14 at the time and did not know what to do with the foreign feeling, so he suppressed it. 
Now at 25, he still did not know what to do with the (still foreign) feeling, so he continued to suppress it. Awkwardly–at that, often flushed pink and stammering any time he was stuck near you. 
Trent wanted that to change–he needed it to. 
Not only did he find his crush entirely juvenile, but you weren’t necessarily someone who would be free and single forever. Trent viewed it as a now-or-never situation, deciding when he booked, that this would be the holiday where he would make some sort of effort to at least develop a proper friendship with you.  
This plan was better said than done. 
Though he had managed to stutter out a hi and how was your flight when you had first arrived at the villa and greeted him, he found himself at a complete loss attempting to formulate the appropriate words to trigger conversation. 
(That was two days ago; he’d made no progress since).
Trent reached beside him, quickly retrieving his phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was just now hitting three in the morning. Sleep seemed like a nearly impossible feat, not only finding himself hot and uncomfortably sticky, but also parched.  Eventually, he mustered up just enough energy to stand from his sprawled position and throw on his discarded tanktop. He contemplated pulling shorts over his briefs, but he found himself dripping in sweat and decided against it. 
No one will be up at this hour, anyway, he thought to himself as he quietly opened the door to the room. Just as he expected, the villa was pitch black, the only sounds being the chatters of the night critters outdoors. “I don’t even sweat this much during matches.” He murmured to himself, padding through the dark corridors as mouse-like as possible, forcefully wiping at his perspiring forehead. 
“Yeah, this heat is bordering on ridiculous.” The voice came from just over his shoulder, hushed but still loud enough for him to register who it belonged to. Trent stumbled to a halt. The pits of his stomach suddenly burned to a temperature that stood even to the degree outdoors. It jarred him. So much so that it stripped what little moisture his mouth had left and devoided his mind of nearly all of his learned social etiquettes. 
Nearly.
“What are you doing up?” He kept his tone just as feathery light as yours as he turned to face you. Your hair was gathered at the top of your head– skin decorated with little beads of sweat as you stood there sporting a toothless grin and an oversized t-shirt that barely touched the skin above your knee. 
“This heat makes me too angry to sleep. Next time you book a holiday in this beautiful country, make sure you book it during the winter season.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong but was it not you who suggested Jamaica?”
“Don’t you put this on me. You had the power and credit card to say no.”
“I wouldn’t say no to you.” The words formulated on his tongue and sailed past his lips before his mind could stop them. You cocked a brow at him, a glint of something in your eye as you shamelessly cast a look over his figure. To prevent the nasty, heavy feeling of insecurity from consuming him under your belittling gaze,  he allowed his own eyes to glide over your body. Accustomed to only throwing quick, fleeting looks your way through the years, Trent truly felt like a child allowed to roam wildly in a free candy shop. You were striking; utterly butterfly-inducing, especially looking at him the way you were.
“Come swim with me.” Your eyes hung low, voice notably dropping an octave or two as you motioned toward the garden where the inground pool resided. 
“It’s like three in the morning?”
You rolled your eyes at this and scoffed. “You’re 25 Trent, not 65; live a little.” You said, playfully bumping his shoulder as you walked past him and toward the garden. “Come on.” This time, Trent did not question you, he simply trailed after you. 
The garden was illuminated by nothing but the full moon and the white light coming from the  pool. You waste no time ridding yourself of the oversized t-shirt, revealing the red bikini set underneath. You dip a testing toe in the clear water before seating yourself along the edge of the pool and sliding in. “Are you coming in or what?” Trent hadn’t noticed he was still wordlessly gawking at you. He cleared his throat.
“Right.” He reached behind him, bunching up the material of his tanktop near his neck, and forcefully tugged it over his head. He walked the short distance to the pool’s stairs and carefully descended them, instantly feeling refreshed despite the water’s temperature being lukewarm. 
“Feel better?” You said as you made your way over to stand in front of him, lips still fixed in that toothless grin
“Much.” 
“Trent?” You said after a comfortable pause, toothless grin now vacated from the premise of your face. He hummed in response, curious of the sudden change in your expression. “Has there ever been a problem between us?” You gestured between the two of you, your brows now stitched together. 
“Problem? No-what makes you say that?” He stammered out, instinctively stepping a centimeter closer to you.  Trent met your eye as you looked up at him, and immediately noted the absence of that glint. This, coupled with your grin-less lips left him feeling oddly anxious.
“For starters, this is the most you’ve talked to me.” You began with a chuckle, “And I also feel like you go out of your way to avoid me.” You said it lightly, and decorated it with a smile that he could easily see through. To him, you seemed almost confused–hurt even.  
“Avoid you? That’s not–your–I.” Trent felt as if he was attempting to stand in quicksand–he couldn’t find his footing, let alone the words to explain himself and his innate bashfulness. He never once assumed his disposition could be read as anything but reservation. It almost made him sick to think he had been unknowingly upsetting you throughout the years. He gathered what little coherent thoughts he had and sucked in a breath, “It’s hard for me to be, you know, open.”
“Trent, our mums are practically sisters, they’re so close. I’ve known you for years; you’ve known me for years; I don’t understand your reservation towards me.” The crease just above your brows deepened as you expectantly stared at him. Trent couldn’t help but flick a glance towards your pouted lips–plump and vibrantly pink. He moistened his own before he responded. 
“I know, its just-” He let out an exasperated breath–why was coherency such a difficult feat for him today? “You make me nervous. I get nervous around you.” Because you’re fit and witty and always smell like brown sugar cookies, he wanted to say, but the words were fisted away by logic and slight embarrassment. 
“I make you nervous?” You sounded almost amused. Trent felt his cheek burn as he shifted his gaze toward the pool’s surface. You were standing close enough that your painted toes were nearly touching his. Before his mind could slip into a mode of overthinking, he felt the soft graze of your fingertip just below his chin. “Do I make you nervous, Trent?” You asked again once his gaze was back on yours. He nodded slowly, wordlessly. You stepped toward him, closing the half-inch of distance between the two of you. You threw a casual arm around his neck, leaning into him slightly so your chest was pressed to his. He could feel the erratic beating of your heart, the tempo nearly identical to his own. This soothed him, encouraging him to place a hand on the small of your back, pushing you even further into his bubble.
Trent didn’t really know what was happening; it was all surreal; but his moderate astonishment did not prevent him from sending a silent thank you to whatever entity was responsible for this complete anomaly.  
“Can I ask why?” You whispered, your breath fanning over his lips. 
“I feel like you already know the answer to that.” Your gaze danced between his lips and eyes. He resisted the numbing urge to kiss you; it was hard for him to believe that he was reading the situation right. Maybe this was a platonic embrace—
A ghost of a kiss on his parted lip diminished any doubt he may have had about reciprocated feelings. It was fleeting, soft. Before he could even think to deepen the kiss, you pulled away–just slightly with a parted mouth and unreadable expression. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” Trent didn’t bother to let you finish. He cupped your face with both of his large hands and bent down until his lips were back on yours–exactly where they belonged.  This kiss wasn’t feathery light and dripping in juvenile innocence. 
This kiss was laced with heavy desire. 
Yet it was still rhythmic–languid even. Trent was basking in it; loving the way your tongue dragged against his; swallowing your breathless moans any time he would teasingly nip at your lip. The feeling of your nails scratching lightly at the nape of his neck had him letting out little sighs of his own and pulling you even closer to him until he could feel his hardening bulge pressed against your bikini bottoms. He bit back a moan, regaining what little discipline he had to reluctantly pull away from you. Your eyes remained closed, swollen lips still puckered.
“Trent?” You said after a brief, comfortable silence. Had his name always sounded so beautiful rolling off your tongue? Or did the kiss finally make him aware of it? 
“Y/N.” His lips brushed against yours as he murmured your name. 
“Take me to your room.”
You
were sure that you were leaving a trail of water droplets as you quickly and quietly padded through the darkness. Trent was hot on your heel, fingers entangled in yours, occasionally stopping you mid-stride to pull you into another heavy kiss. Your mind was practically on autopilot, operating solely on the emotions you’ve had pent up for nearly a decade. 
Trent had always been around. And for as long as he’s been around, you’ve had the most outrageous crush on him. He had always been quiet, closed off. His aloofness intrigued you, even if it often left you feeling oddly confused and insecure. You assumed his demeanor was a direct response to your forwardness–always being the one to greet him and start a conversation, so you suppressed your feelings and adopted a calmer, more platonic approach thinking it may trigger the development of some sort of relationship. 
It never really did…until this holiday.
 You had noticed the shift the second you greeted him upon arriving at the villa. Conversation was still minimal–awkward; but his actions were less subtle. He was blatant in his glances, more willing to engage in awkward chatter, and would even go out of his way to sit near you at supper. Though you didn’t automatically assume he harbored the same feeling you did, you still understood that something was different. 
This something had you plotting; you needed to get him alone. 
You had no idea that when you got up in blistering frustration from the heat, desperate to cool off via a dip in the pool, you would run into Mr. Alexander Arnold himself–just as exasperated and perspiring as you. Some would call that a coincidence; you would call it fate…and who were you to question fate? Of course, you had no idea that an innocent chat and cheeky night swim would lead to you being pushed up against the white walls of Trent’s room. But it was difficult to complain with his tongue dragging down the length of your neck. 
“I don’t think you know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” It was breathed out between teasing neck bites. You sigh at his words, instinctively jerking your hips up to relieve some of the building tension in your core. You nearly moan when you feel his bulge pressed against your throbbing clit, the feeling forcing you to through your head back. You only relished in the blissful feeling for a moment–an ounce of sense somehow making itself known amid all the lustful feelings. 
“Trent, wait.” He immediately halted, lifting his head so he could meet your eyes. A cocktail of confusion and worry was etched clearly on his face. You pecked his lips softly, hoping it would be enough to quietly reassure him he did nothing wrong. His expression softened–just slightly. 
“You alright?” He rasped, thick brows knitted and low on his creased forehead. 
“Yeah, I just–” You pushed out a breath and closed your eyes as you desperately searched for words that wouldn’t taint the mood the two of you had perfectly curated. 
Your virginal status wasn’t something you constantly thought about, as it wasn’t necessarily a status you were maintaining for any significant purpose. You simply considered the current dating scene a cesspool, plagued by red-pill incels that viewed women as fleshlights as opposed to rounded human beings. Though you understood the concept of virginity to be a socially constructed one, you still maintained it, refusing to reward disgusting and objectifying behavior. 
However, this did not mean you were prudish in any way.  
You were well acquainted with your vibrator and your fingers. This, coupled with your love for filthy erotica novels served as a perfect substitute for any man and left you quite satisfied for many years. It was very rare for you to be in a position like this one, though. You dated; you even fooled around with those you dated, but it would stop and end before that next, penetrative step. You credited this to the nagging voice in your head who loved reminding you of all the Andrew Tate-esq content tainting all your socials. 
The voice was nowhere to be found at this moment. 
“I’ve never had sex.” You rushed out, immediately feeling your face burn as you witnessed Trent’s eyes widen. He lowered you until your feet touched the cool tile and took a half step away from you. 
“Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t mean-” Trent’s stare was trained on his feet, left hand positioned on the back of his neck. “We can stop and like talk if you want?” You took that half-step towards him and placed an inviting hand on his cheek. 
“I don’t want to talk, Trent.” Your voice is hoarse and low. 
He looked up, one thick brow raised, “What do you want?” Your stomach flipped, mouth drying as you attempted to muster just enough confidence to say exactly what you wanted. Your eyes traveled from his eyes to the prominent bulge covered by his wet briefs. Your fingertips tingled with the urge to touch the clothed mound, wondering how delicious it would feel inside of you. 
“I want you.” You pressed another fleeting kiss to his lips, hands reaching between the two of you to palm him lightly. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes fluttered shut. 
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured-” You silenced him by slipping your hand into his briefs, taking his heavy cock in your hand. You gripped it, jerking up its length languidly, inciting the prettiest moan to slip past the barrier of Trent’s parted lips. The sound goes straight to your pussy. 
“I’m sure, Trent. Please fuck me.” 
You were swept off your toes in an instant; your mouth, immediately smothered by Trent’s in a feverish kiss. It wasn’t long before he was tossing you onto the bed, the mattress feeling cool on your damp skin. Trent hovered over you,  one arm above his head, supporting his weight, as the other rested near your right leg. You felt a calloused hand smooth up your calf, sensually dragging against the length of it and then up to your thigh. He repeated this action, pairing it with opened-mouth kisses along the underside of your jaw. 
“I want you to be–” He pressed a kiss to the skin of your jaw, “as comfortable–” then another on the corner of your mouth, “as possible, okay?” You nodded eagerly, ready for him to continue whatever sorcery he was conducting on you with his licks and caresses. You could feel how wet you were already–you were throbbing, clit pulsating to an aching beat. 
“Okay, just please touch me.” He sniffed out a chuckle. Trent signaled for you to bend your knees as his fingers hooked around the material of the bottom of your bikini. His eyes never left yours, ridding you of the article of clothing, only shifting his gaze when you’re completely bare and visible to him. He licked his lips. 
“Can I taste you?” He flicked a quick glance at you. You wordlessly state your consent with another eager nod. You push your thighs further apart as he moves his face until it is leveled with where you craved him most. His face is visible thanks to the moon’s bluish light, making the devilish smirk playing at his lips evident. He paused for a brief moment, nose nearly resting on your mound as he blew a warm gust of air on your clit before taking it into his mouth in a suctioned kiss. His name left your lips in a sigh. Your hands go to find the back of his head, pushing him even closer to you. He was ravenous in his assault; hungrily, sloppily, lapping at your cunt; occasionally slipping a tongue inside of you; even moaning against you as if it was he  who was receiving the pleasure. Your thighs were shaking; skin, burning–not from the weather but from the magic that proved to be Trent Alexander-Arnold’s tongue. 
“You taste so fucking good.” He praised, replacing his tongue with two fingers, slyly slipping them inside of you. “You feel so good wrapped tight around my fingers.” He cooed, “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” You mewl at his words, thighs trembling as he continued to finger you. “You okay? Baby, talk to me; tell me how you feel or I’ll stop.”  Trent threatened. His tone makes your eyes flutter open in obedience.
“I feel good,” You gasped, “you’re making me feel so good, baby.” 
“I know, baby.” Cooed Trent, moving so he was leveled with your face. He increased his pace, his palm hitting your clit each time he stroked his fingers inside of you. “Are you going to be my good girl and come on my fingers?” You nearly explode, his words immediately triggering an array of goosebumps to decorate your skin. You let out an almost sinful, guttural sound that Trent swallows by covering your mouth with his own.“Hmm,” He continued, not easing up in the slightest. “Are you going to give it to me, Y/N?” You only half heard his inquiry, ears ringing from the warmth engulfing the entirety of your shaking body. Your vision faded to black as your orgasm ripped through you like an unforgiving tidal wave. You attempted to regain a slither of composure as he withdrew his dripping fingers. Your vision was hazy, but through the vaseline-like blur, you see Trent dip his beautifully soiled fingers into his mouth. 
With a wink, he asked, “You alright?” Again, all you can do is nod, disoriented from the mind-emptying orgasm he had just induced.  “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”  He stood from the bed and crossed the room to the opened luggage position just below the sill of a large window. Still sporting his visibly tighter briefs, he rummaged through his belongings, occasionally tossing a shirt or a sock off to the side. You rose to rest on your forearms just as he turned to face you again. Between his fingers, a bright foiled square. 
You cocked a brow at him, “Do you always keep a pack of rubbers in your luggage?” You half-teased, already hearing the familiar warning murmurs of that nagging voice. 
“This was the same luggage I used for my trip to L.A.” He said sheepishly, placing a knee on the mattress. It sunk under his weight. 
“So you were whoring it up in Cali?” You quipped. 
“Unsuccessfully,” He laughed, “that box was unopened.” You quickly scanned his face for any trace of deceit. You came up short. Eased, you reached for the band of his briefs, tugging at it, expressing your desire for its removal. Trent obliged, placing the condom package between his teeth as he freed himself of the restrictive article. His cock sprung out, hitting the area just past his belly button in the most intimidating way. He fisted himself, making a move to open the package of the condom before abruptly stopping. He placed the package beside your head, slotting himself between your thighs, his cock still heavy in his palm. He dragged his oozing tip along your clit. You jerked your hip up at the contact, instantly wrapping your legs around his waist. He continued to do this, until your arousal,  mixed with his precum, coated the head of his cock. 
“Trent, please.” You whined, completely over his tantalizing actions.
“I know, I know.” The fullback purred, reaching beside you to retrieve the condom. He tore the foil swiftly before sliding down his length. He aligned himself with your entrance. You could feel the smooth slickness of the rubber, teasing your hole. “Do me a favour, yea?” He asked, extending your torture and making you huff out in frustration.
“What.” You whine, growing more and more frustrated by each passing second. The steady throb between your thighs had grown to a palpating rhythm–painfully aching and utterly distracting. You were more than ready. 
“Touch yourself for me.” The request had you confused and frozen, not fully grasping his intentions. He repeated himself, this time with an authoritative tone that has you instantly finding your swollen nub. You rubbed tight, pressured circles over the area, little whimpers leaving your lips as you did. You soon feel a pinch then an uncomfortable burn between your legs—like you had bent to touch your toes without stretching. You gasped loudly, eyes clenching shut at the foreign feeling. Trent stops, immediately.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, already moving to withdraw himself from your walls. You shook your head no. Noticeably unconvinced, he asked one more time. You offered the same response, but this time it was verbal, spoken firmly. “Okay-shit-okay. Relax for me and keep touching yourself.” He instructed and you immediately obliged, fingers moving against your clit again. He pressed another kiss to your lips, lowly moaning into your mouth as he slowly buried the rest of himself inside of you,  until you could feel your hand against his lower stomach. That burn was still very much present, but it was subdued by the movement of your fingers.
“Still doing okay, baby? He whispered; lips, still hovering over yours; hips, stilled. It came out almost strangled–like having you wrapped around him was too much in some way. 
“Yes,” You whimpered, already growing used to his length. Your hips flicked up to meet his, the movement making both of you sigh. 
“God, you feel incredible.” Trent hitched your thighs further up his waist, “That’s my good girl.” His strokes were rhythmic, deep. With each one, the pitching-burning feeling diminished. Soon, he had increased his pace and you were raising your hips to meet every single one of his thrusts. “You’re taking me so well like you were meant to be around my cock.” He peppered light kisses along your collarbone between his praises. You could hardly feel your thighs, they were shaking so violently. You were still rubbing at your clit, that now familiar warmth slowly creeping up the length of your body. 
“Oh fuck, Trent.” You breathed out, fingers faltering slightly. 
“I can feel you clenching around me; you’re so close.” He rested his damp forehead against yours. His breath was labored as he shifted his hip upwards, deepening his thrusts. “Are you going to be a good girl for me again, hmm? You gonna cum around my cock the way you came around my fingers?” You could hear the wetness between your thighs, you could feel it traveling down your inner thigh and onto the sheets below you. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips tucked tightly between your teeth as you chased your second orgasm with bucking hips. 
“Look at me, Y/N.” Demanded, Trent, accompanying the instruction with a slightly harsher thrust. “I want you to looking me when you cum.” He rested one of your quivering legs over his shoulder, the new angle teasing a moan out of the both of you. By the team you reach your second orgasm, you’re almost convulsing around him, babbling a slew of praises. You felt his hips falter, and then a twitch inside of you as Trent emptied himself inside the condom, incoherently babbling something about just how good you did for him. He collapsed on top of you, making no effort to pull out. Once both of your breathing had slowed to an appropriate rhythm, he lifted his head until he was face-to-face with you. 
“You alright?” A cheeky smile played on his lips. 
“I’m alright.” You said earnestly, head still buzzing from the orgasm. 
“No regrets?” He asked after placing a kiss to your cheek and then the tip of your nose.
You smiled, “Absolutely, no regrets.”
author's final thots:
This is how I felt editing this. I'm sure I still missed a few things. For the sake of my sanity, ignore it.
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macallisters · 23 days
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Trent turning up to the training centre!!! 📸
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kiyootietrent · 2 hours
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he knows exactly what he’s doing
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readinsilenceplease · 4 months
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jude5bellingham · 2 months
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imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
notes : i cleared out my messages kind of ☝🏻🤓
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lomltrentarnold · 4 months
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this look changed lives (mine)
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