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trenty · 3 days
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trentione · 7 hours
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the eye contact with trent
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tr3ntaa · 3 days
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Thinking about the fact that i probably will never meet any of my favorite footballers :(
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judes-hoe · 1 day
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cuddles with trent after you come home from work to find him crying
Had the perfect idea for this don’t get mad at me😔
You came home from work and see that Trent’s already back from training. You call out for him but get get no answer which makes you furrow your eyebrows. You check the living room and his game room and he’s not in those places. So you go to your shared bedroom and find him there head in the pillow and his body softly shaking from his sobs. Concern rushes over your body and you go lay next to him on the bed. He looks your opposite way and you know he’s wiping his tears. He looks at you with puffy eyes and a fake smile saying a soft ‘hi baby’. You give him a look that says ‘cut the shit we’re talking about this’ cause normally Trent’s likes to keep to himself and never share his emotions with you. He knows he has to tell you cause you’ll be sad too, he looks at you his eyes tearing up a little. He quietly says “klopps leaving at the end of the season” he fully breaks down again. A piece of you broke. You and Trent have been dating a little before he got called up to the senior team for Liverpool. Klopp say you and Trent almost like kids if his own, he’s seen how you and Trent are together. You stay strong for Trent and let him cuddle into your side and cry his eyes out. You just take care of him and let him do what he needs and he just cries to you and talks to you about it and you just comfort him. But when he falls asleep you silently cry to yourself.
Wanted to make this longer and go on to say how Trent’s sad klopp will never meet his first kid but you surprise him saying your pregnant but even though the baby won’t be in time for klopp to meet they still invite him over one day and klopp figures out that the baby’s last name is his first name cause he had such a big impact on Trent’s life and Trent wants klopp to know that🥹…
Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁
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blfc1989 · 2 days
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Missing this two together..
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trenterprise · 10 hours
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uni class crush
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mebiselfandi · 3 days
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Being a Trent girl is like yay no drama but then it’s also wondering if he actually knows how to use his phone? Like babe please post something so we know you’re still alive
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judectrl · 2 days
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the rage i feel every time someone puts this interview on my tl
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b4sorex1a · 2 days
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He’s def not on my attractive football players list…😬 ugly is a bit harsh tho
Now that I really think about it,,
Who’s the most attractive football player?
Objectively speaking, I think it’s either João Félix or Jude Bellingham, they’re everybody’s type! I always said Félix has this exotic beauty thing that reels people in..
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• But if we’re taking personal taste into account! I think it’s Pedri, I don’t know, it’s like with João, he has thing kind of exotic handsome look that enchanted me!
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But we HAVE to mention Liverpool’s pretty men too!
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Tumblr doesn’t let me add more pics, but there’s a lot of handsome men in football lol! Maybe Haaland doesn’t rank in the top 10, but he’s up there ok?
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foreverisntenough · 15 hours
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- YOU’RE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, occasionally sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)
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Chapter 19 - ‘You’re Mine’
You were not as hopeless as your inner dialogue made you sound. You missed Trent so much your little heart hurt but you could live. You were busy with an array of things, you had gotten really active in local charities in Liverpool and initiatives especially Trent’s latest project launch. You had a degree from university that you didn’t really share with a lot of people around you but Trent obviously knew about it so your skill set came in handy. With the spare time you had you reached out to some contacts from your previous jobs you had put on hold back in New York. At the time you met Trent you were taking a little hiatus to just decompress. You were privileged enough to do that and well aware that is not something everyone could have the luxury of doing so once you got settled in England you started to connect with brands you worked with in the US that had UK offices. You got back into work freelance writing and styling. Your career before was in Fashion Editorial so it was an easy transition to get back into the swing of things. It made you feel better you were able to have a life outside of being Trent’s number one fan, even though that often was your favorite thing to be occupied with. Thankfully the two, Trent and work, were kept separated for the moment.
Before the tournament actually began you found that the little T- Bear Trent left for you just seemed to be with you 24/7. Tucked in bed with you every night, snuggled up on the couch watching television and as wonderful as that was, there was a certain part that this ‘T’ wasn’t able to… how do you put this… fulfill.
You were just about to whine down from the day but your hair and makeup were still done so you decided to take a few cheeky photos. A client, Agent Provocateur, a brand you adored, from an editorial piece you had worked on recently with them had gifted you some pieces of gorgeous lingerie. So you put on a little pink satin trimmed lace bra with a matching thong. The goal was to entice Trent obviously, but aside from that this set was making you feel confident which you seemed to be struggling with lately. You took some photos with the whole set on, some taking it off, some with it barely serving any purpose all while holding your new little bear. It was an incredibly sweet concept but far from innocent. You picked your favorites, ones you knew showed off things he’d enjoy so you sent them in a text unsolicited and unprovoked as you tucked into bed for the night. The little ‘delivered’ popped up under the sent photos and it quickly turned to ‘read.’ You knew he’d be excited to see them but there was always a little part of you that worried about how you actually looked in them, if he’d like them, and then of course about the potential consequences of sending such explicit photos when he’s at ‘work’ so you held your breath. He started to type and the three dots in the bubble appeared but stopped, started again only to disappear once again. The brief moment of confidence you had built started to waver. While you laid in your bed, a little disheartened, you put your phone far away from you to try to forget the situation until you heard the familiar ring of an incoming FaceTime.
“You’re such a tease, baby.” Trent rolled his perfect plump lips into a pout shaking his head but couldn’t really hold back the lustful grin he was really expressing. “I have training early tomorrow and you got me so fucking hard I can’t possibly get to sleep now.” He groaned. You sighed in relief that he did in fact really like your pictures.
“I’m sorry, T. I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just trying some things on and I thought you’d want to see. I didn’t mean to disrupt your night.” You feigned an apology playing coy.
“Nah, nah, nah you got me all worked up, miles away, sending me something I can’t have right now. You’re staying on the phone right now, helping me with this.” He sounded so commanding and it turned you on instantly.
“What can I help with, baby? To help, do you need me to keep this on or take it off?” You pulled the bra strap off your body to let it snap back against your skin.
“I wanna see more of you, beautiful. Take that off…Save that for when I can rip it off you myself and put your phone somewhere. I need to see all of you.” He instructed you so you leaned back against your headboard in front of your now propped up phone.
“This okay?” You asked craving his approval.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. You wanna spread your legs for me? Show me how wet you are.” He confirmed that was what he wanted to see. He began to stroke his cock from the tip to the base. His command had you stifling a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. I miss you so much, T” you whimpered waiting for instructions till he asked for you to touch your clit, and then slowly slide your fingers into yourself. Just watching his cock get harder, hearing him pant on the other side of your phone had you inching closer to your release.
“Keep fucking that pussy,” he groaned. “Yeah, just like that, little faster, baby. Use your other hand and rub that clit again. Tell me how much you miss my cock.” His words had you crumbling. It was a cross between complete desperation, lust, and absence.
“I mi-miss it. I want your cock to fuck me, please. Ple..please I need your cock, T.” You whined. The tension and pressure released all at once causing you to whimper louder as waves of pleasure rippled through you. Your fingers coated in your slick. You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, Trent repeatedly moaning your name as ropes of his cum spurted from his cock covering his abs. When you both came to, you smiled and wiggled in your bed giggling with him happy to feel the release but also to have achieved making him feel good from miles away.
“Fuck, that was so hot, you’re so beautiful, baby.” Trent said, laughing a little more while he cleaned himself up.
“I love you. Miss having you here with me so much.” You pouted. “Going to be able to sleep now?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay now, thank you.” He chuckled. “I’ll be saving those pictures though, I might need them till I get you back.”
“Yeah, yeah but I think a call may be a little more mutually beneficial.” You giggled. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Love you, pretty girl. Miss you so much. Night.” Pushing his lips out for a virtual kiss before he hung up the phone.
A week later and many similar FaceTimes, you and Dianne were going to the Euro’s. You were traveling for the first match of the tournament. You and Dianne had a great relationship. You had essentially become like a daughter. She spoiled you, she always defended you against the boys teasing, you spent a lot of time shopping together or sitting pitch side. You appreciated her so much for all she did for you since you arrived in Liverpool and loved the idea of a little trip together. You checked into a lovely hotel and settled into your separate rooms but planned to meet up for a breakfast in the morning before you headed off for the stadium tomorrow.
It was the opening match of the group stage and the place was buzzing. You hadn’t seen England play in a big tournament like this yet as Trent’s girlfriend so you didn’t really know what to expect. You hoped you had adapted to life as a ‘wag’ at Liverpool but this was a whole new lot. You had made friends with a few girls you’d met at international friendly matches, the boys you knew on the team, and were excited to be able to see some girls from Liverpool whose partners were playing for other countries. That said as much as you had watched the Euros countless times before, to be there felt so strange. Thank god Dianne was with you. You both had opted to match in Alexander-Arnold white England kit shirts. You kept your outfit pretty casual not wanting to draw too much attention given the mayhem that seemed to be ensuing lately with your every move relatively near a football pitch. ‘Casual’ is all relative though when you are a little bit of a fashion girly so; you paired T’s jersey with R13 Crossover denim shorts, white and gray Prada ‘Downtown’ sneakers, a Mui Mui gray fleece hoodie in case you got cold, your new, very sweetly gifted, navy Dior saddle bag and what felt like just about every piece of gold jewelry you owned; you’d be remiss to not be wearing your prized possession; the white gold diamond Van Clef necklace Trent gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. That was always going to be on and the myriad of other little bits and bobs of jewelry he'd given you over time. You liked the look, it felt authentically you: low key but if you looked close enough the finer details told another story and you liked that.
You promised Dianne you’d help up her ‘MaG’ match day fits. You two had started an inside joke considering you were Mum and Girlfriend for Trent in the stands. It was cute and you were elated to help. Outside the stadium, you stopped a girl around your age to take a photo for you with Dianne to keep for a memory and you got that special photo but it also transgressed into plenty of questions because the girl was a fan which was sweet but in turn the exchange was shared to your least favorite part of the internet lately… social football gossip pages.
‘Okay, ICL, Trent Alexander-Arnold’s mum and his presumed girlfriend holding hands walking into the stadium was precious. The mystery girl is definitely no mystery to the fam’
The girl who kindly took a photo for you outside the stadium had also shared with a fan page another photo she had taken unsolicited as you walked away with Dianne.
Dianne held onto your hand still as you walked through the corridors of the stadium while masses of people swirled around you. It was insane. Complete chaos. A familiar chaos, but chaos nonetheless. England had a strong team this year and people were excited to say the least. You made it to your seats and your heart filled with relief seeing the tan skinned pretty pretty boy, smiling beaming, warming up ahead of the match. You leaned onto Diane’s shoulder in repose.
“It’s the best feeling in the world seeing him happy doing what he loves.” Leaning her head on top of yours.
“I know, I feel lucky I get to witness it. Even just to be a small part of the whole experience.”
“Hun, you’re a big part. Things changed when you came to England for him. He’s emotionally never been in a better place.” She cooed.
“I hope so, I just want to be there for him as much as I can. I try not to let my emotions ever sway his, like when I miss him. I don’t know how you’ve done this for so long.” You joked a little because you referring to ‘so long’ was really in reference to from birth to this very moment and having to share her son globally.
“One thing I always know, he does miss us when he’s away. He doesn’t need to tell us but you know he will always, even as focused as he is for work. More specifically, he misses you sweetheart…so much.” She placed a kiss on head. “You make that boy's life outside of all this so much better for him. Easier, happier, calmer, healthier, I could go on… so thank you hun.” Her words had your heart bursting. You always had an open relationship but to get such a verbal confirmation felt really nice.
When a Trent fan account finally published the photo of you and Dianne walking into the stadium together the response was different to the usual wrath of hate you’d receive from the public on the likes of gossip news sites. Instead these fans were enthused by the sighting. Commenting…
‘I feel like she’s probably super sweet if she’s that close with his mum’
‘Seeing her with his family makes me feel like she’s actually a serious girlfriend’
‘Okay, ngl, she actually looks too cool for him lol’
‘Matching with his mum is so precious’
‘Imagine Trent being your boyfriend 😭’
‘She’s with his mum 🥺’
You couldn’t have asked for a better opening match. England dominated and Trent got a decent amount of minutes and during his time on the pitch he managed to assist Bukaya for an unbelievable goal. It was just icing on the cake to see him after a couple weeks, have the result go their way, and to have him play well. When the final whistle blew it was such a special feeling being surrounded by people who all felt just the same as you. It was a big family just supporting boys that had worked so tirelessly to get here, to represent their country. When the team had wrapped up some post match duties they were able to come over to the stands to meet up with their families after the stadium had cleared out. Trent walked over with a smile that made your heart melt. You leaned over the railing to give him the biggest kiss. His arms reached up to grab your face, yours falling around his neck. You both hummed at the satisfaction of being back together. The kiss felt like fireworks for you, your whole body ignited feeling his lips on yours. Trent’s body on the other hand fell into complete comfort and relaxation soothed by your touch.
“Missed you so much, baby.” He whispered his lips ghosting over yours.
“My T” you giggled, pressing one more peck before pulling apart.
“Lemme climb on up, pretty girl.” He needed to get off the pitch over into the stands so he did haphazardly because his body was exhausted.
“You were amazing, sweetie. So proud of you Trenty.” Dianne cooed, giving him a big tight hug. Diane stayed standing but Trent collapsed onto a seat in the stands burnt out.
“T, honestly so good. You were incredible.” Leaning over to give him another kiss. You sat next to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head onto your shoulder. He pressed light kisses to it and you did the same to his temple. Dianne stood there talking to you both about the match before going over to talk to Jude Bellingham’s mum, Denise, after spotting her now the match had finished. With the idea of being alone with you, despite being surrounded by friends, family and teammates, Trent sprawled out across a row of seats and laid his head in your lap. You caressed his face and played with his hair while you two gushed about how much you missed each other. He was practically stuck to you. He couldn’t pull his hands or lips off your skin if he tried. Kissing your wrists as they moved over his face, pulling your face down for proper kisses every once in a while, purring as your nails scratched his scalp.
“Trent, come here quick.” Dianne yelled for him evoking a disgruntled face on the boy who had gotten quite comfortable back under your touch. So he stood up and made his way over to talk to the two mums. Despite telling him you’d stay put, he dragged you with him, pushing you in front of him while his hands wrapped around your waist. He kept his chin on your shoulder listening to his mum while his idle fingers played with the belt loops of your shorts. You introduced yourself to Denise who was as kind as her sons were. You’d met and spent a lot of time with both her boys since you moved to England, knowing how polite they were, it made sense she’d be that way as well.
“Going to do a lunch after the group stage with them, five of us, yeah?” Dianne was informing you and Trent about a plan she and Denise had made to go out before the England Team were hosting a little party for all the families.
“That sounds lovely!” You cheerfully smiled liking the idea of getting time together away from other than just seeing the boys from a distance on the pitch. Trent didn’t say anything, he just smiled seeing you smile. He missed the way your cheeks warmed when you did. Jude waddled his way up the stairs of the seats sore from the game coming up to you all, first giving a hug and kiss to his mum, then to Diane and then looked at you, smiled, and then rolled his eyes at Trent who was lost still gazing at you.
“Gonna let go for a minute so we can all say hello?” Jude joked removing Trent’s hands stuck to your body.
“Hi Judey” you giggled giving him a big hug. Lately he and Trent were together most of the time when league play was suspended for breaks and he found himself back in England so you had gotten close. He was coming on your holiday after the tournament. The holiday had funnily become a little bit of a boys trip that included you and your best friend, but moreover Trent obviously, Marcel was coming, Jude, and Jobe, his brother, had decided to tag along, and then a few other boys. You didn’t mind but it was a little comical now. Jude could sense the humor in it and knew your relationship well enough that you just were dying to be laying on the beach with Trent, alone, unbothered, but that more than likely wouldn’t be the case now.
“All good? Ready for this to be over?” You pulled out of his hug rolling your eyes at his comment as he sat down in front of you leaning on the back of a seat a row below you.
“What do you mean! Very excited to be here for the next two weeks” you beamed sarcastically.
“It worries me how good you are at lying. It’s unsettling for my brother” he shoved at your shoulder while glancing at Trent.
“No, seriously! I am actually really excited. This is amazing though. You played so well, lucky to be supporting England.” You clarified.
“Yeah, just don’t open your mouth too much and you might pass as one of us.” Jude teased about your accent but was quickly reprimanded by Denise. She scolded Jude telling him to be nicer and you just smiled relishing in the mum's protection over you.
The boys had to go back to the dressing room after getting to say hello which was bittersweet and came all too quickly. Luckily in a few days time they’d be out of the group stages and would have a few days off so you could see Trent then but right now you had to say bye.
“Call me tonight?” You cooed, draping your arms around Trent’s neck, his arms coming to drop low on your waist pulling his jersey you had on up to caress your skin, dipping his hands into your shorts slyly.
“Course, baby. I’m just so glad you’re here.” He whispered, pulling your body a little closer to his pushing his hips into you.
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else, T.” You quietly said back pressing your nose against his.
“Love you, beautiful” he said with a little peck to your lips.
“I love you.” You sealed with another kiss. Your focus only on each other.
“Honestly, enough. I’m going without you.” Jude dramatically but in, hitting Trent’s arm before proceeding to stand up. Trent said goodbye to the mums, and you again with another swift but sweet kiss and a sneaky squeeze to your ass cheek before hurrying after Jude. He turned and winked at you before disappearing down the tunnel.
Later that evening, the England Instagram account posted a carousel of families reuniting after the first win of the tournament. None directly featured you, Diane or Trent but behind a photo posted of the Bellingham family were you and Trent having a cuddle while sharing a sweet kiss. There definitely was a fair share of comments who caught the affectionate interaction. In turn, cropped images of the photo, zooming in on you two, blew up all over socials again,
‘They’re not even trying anymore lol’
‘I’m happy for them 🥹’
‘Trent, I don’t need to see you cheating on me like this’
‘To kiss that sweaty man, I’d die’
‘Still just avoiding cameras, like fam, we know your together lol’
You and Diane continued going to the remaining group stage matches with England performing well. Trent even bagging a goal so the brief moments seeing him after the games were just so special. Being so close but unable to properly be alone and cuddle or kiss was slightly driving you both insane. So you spent the nights apart FaceTiming only mere hotels, short distances apart. Trent would vent about the games and you listened intently trying your best to not add unnecessary additions to the already noisy commentary he was surrounded by, you’d joke around, if there wasn’t a game directly the following day, things would get a little steamier on the call but overall you just repeated how much you missed being back at home together. More often than not you two just stayed on the phone till you both fell asleep making one of you wake up hours later and having to end the call that had been ongoing for hours of just your sleeping faces lit by phone screens.
As expected the England team finished top of their group so they were to have a few days off before the knockout stage began which meant you got to spend some time with your T. He did have to go to a short morning training session after last night's game but he was coming to meet you and his mum at your hotel to see you both after. You always grappled with sharing Trent but his mom was an exception, she deserved all his time and attention so you were hoping for a little sliver. He met you later in the day after the training session in a tea room of the hotel you and Dianne were staying at and joined you for brunch. Somehow if it was even possible, Trent walked in and looked even more beautiful than he ever did. He seemed to have that effect on you. It didn’t matter if it had been 5 minutes when he’d walk to the kitchen and back or days since you last saw him but when he’d return he somehow looked even more handsome than before. His mum stayed seated and she gave him a little side hug. You opted to stand up to give him a tight hug, you missed his warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around you and his familiar amber smell engulfed you. You could’ve stayed there forever. You kissed his neck gently, subtly, and quietly to keep it hidden from his mum but Trent wasn’t having that.
“Erm…I’d like a proper kiss, beautiful.” He beamed with a big smile, his lips pushing out waiting for you. His hands slid up from around your waist to hold both your cheeks. He placed a heart stopping kiss on your lips and you felt your legs almost give out. He was like a dream all the time. You finally sat and had a nice little meal filled with conversation more so about what was happening back at home than football, he wanted the break from the intensity. When Dianne excused herself to run to the restroom, Trent pulled your chair a little closer to his. He placed another kiss on your cheek.
“What’d you doing, pretty boy?” You cooed, unable to hide the smile he was pulling from you and the flush rising in your cheeks smitten by his flirty move.
“Wanna be closer to my girl” his hand came and wrapped around the back of your neck stroking his thumb over your exposed skin. In your Trents true fashion he had shown up with a little gift for you. “Got you a little something, baby.”
“T!! You don’t always have to do this!” You quipped in feigned annoyance. You gestured to the Dior Saddle bag you were using today again but it still always was a little exciting “I don’t need anything. I just need this.” You said, moving your hand over his resting on his leg, playing with each of his fingers slowly. It was true, just being close to him was enough for you but nevertheless he pulled out a little box.
“Just so you don’t forget where you’re loyaly lies on match days, yeah?” You opened the little jewelry box that had a Monica Rich Kosann locket that opened with two little pictures; one of you and T hugging in the tunnel at Anfield in his Liverpool kit, the other of you and him sharing a cute kiss in his England uniform. It just made you melt. He was so thoughtful and cute. “I know you're technically only half American but don’t you forget whose you are, beautiful. You’re all mine.”
“I’m pretty sure I know who I’ll be rooting for always. Always yours.” You said giggling, “but thank you, baby. I love it and I love you” leaning your head on his shoulder nuzzling into that familiar smell as his arm wrapped around you. He pressed light kisses on your head while you whispered little mushy things back and forth. When Dianne returned she smiled entering the main room seeing that her departure caused your chairs to move inexplicably closer. She liked to see that her very reserved boy found someone to be so comfortable, protective, confident and unequivocally in love with. She sat back down but it wasn’t long until she excused herself again.
“I need a little rest, a shower, and some time to get ready for tonight to keep up my ‘MaG’ looks so I’m going to head up.” She stood up from the table, placing her napkin down, pushing her chair in and placing her hand gently on yours briefly.
“MaG?” Trent questioned, looking between you and his mum for some context on the inside joke he was clearly left out of.
“Don’t worry about it” you laughed in Dianne’s direction telling her if she needed you to text you but she just wanted to let you and Trent to spend some time alone together.
“Thank you hun!” She kissed Trent’s head and squeezed your arm. “I’ll see you both a little later on before we meet with Denise and her boys.” You said your goodbyes but you stayed a little longer cuddled up as close as you can be in a restaurant setting picking at little sandwiches and sweets. Eventually, Trent and you finally left and went up to your room where he dramatically crashed on the bed, rushing to get under the covers like a little boy because he was ‘so tired.’
“T! T! Shoes! Gross!” You squealed, pulling at his arms to get him out and off your freshly cleaned hotel bedding.
“Wowwwww already asking me to take my clothes off. Eager much, baby?” He teased starting to get out of the bed begrudgingly.
“No…no, well” you blushed at his words. “I wouldn’t complain but I just meant if you could not get my bed all dirty I would appreciate it” you gave a genuine smile and a sweet giggle that made his heart falter.
“So you don’t want to be dirty in bed?” he sat up on the bed with a cheeky and devious smile, his legs hung off the side and he held his arms out for you. You moved over and stood between his legs, his hands caressed up your back pulling your shirt up with them, “With me? Not even me baby?” He gave you a look that made you cave immediately. You let him pull your shirt off over your head and after he did your hands reached out to pull his off.
“I missed this body. You’re so fucking beautiful. Been dreaming of this.” He said, dragging the strap of your bra down off your shoulder.
“Dreaming of what, T? What do you need?” You cooed with a sly smirk as your hands played with the waistband of the skirt you still had on.
“I need all of this…” sliding the mini skirt down your legs. “off right now.” He said gently, his words dripping like honey, his hands moving in slow motion. Making your skin burn.
You were standing in front of him completely naked now. He sat back resting on his arms behind him on the bed. The hotel room light cast over you illuminating the dips of your collarbones, highlighting the rise of your tits, the smoothness of your skin. Trent stared in awe just about drooling over his girl.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you here right now.” He said pulling your waist towards him. You sat with your legs on both sides of his and straddled him, feeling his prominent bulge growing harder and harder beneath your wet core.
“And I’m going to need these off, T.” You said pulling off his trousers. In quick motions all clothing was removed, Trent had flipped you over to be on top of you making out passionately, whispers and gasps of ‘I love you’ and ‘missed this so much’ muddled in between messy, sloppy, yearning kisses. You spit a little on your hand and gently gilded it up and down the length of his cock. His fingers slid between your folds gathering your wetness to play with your clit while he dipped two in to help stretch you out.
“Shit, that feels so good, sh-shit, I’m not gonna last very long, it's been a while without you. You’re so fucking tight” Trent was panting, losing focus at just the feeling of you.
“Baby, I need you so bad, can we just ju-just. Please I miss you so much T.” You were moaning as his languid fingers circled your clit begging for him to fuck you. His mouth nipped down your neck before his tongue circled and licked around your hard nipples eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you.
“Yeah, yeah, sweet girl. I’m gonna give you whatever you need.” He groaned. In swift motions he slowly aligned his cock with your core and slid into you. You both gasped at the contact. He moved slowly inch by inch but he just wanted to get as deep as possible. He missed this feeling like nothing else. His thick cock hit your g spot almost immediately once he was in. He felt so deep and the stretch of him being back inside you had your mind turn to complete mush. You lost any control you had when he was fully inside. The force and pace of his thrusts increased and so did the volume of both your moans. “You’re such a good girl, so fucking wet for me.” He said hearing the sounds of your slick as he dragged his cock slowly out of you and watched himself push all the way back thrusting harder. Your legs wrapped around him. You were whining in pleasure. Your lips parted gasping at the sensation of him. You both were moaning inexplicable phrases of praise, love, and adoration. You were completely obsessed with each other and how good the sex was only amplified it.
“Oh my fu-fucking god, T, you feel so good.” You felt tears fill your lash line. His cock rammed deep inside you again and again, hitting a spot only he knew, while his finger pressed rough circles around your clit. He dipped his head a little and played with your nipples more, pulling at them and biting. You could barely handle the sensory overload so you bit harshly onto his shoulder to try to quiet your moans.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so perfect for me. Taking me so well.” He growled moving to nibble at your ear, his hot breath on your skin had your orgasm approaching faster and faster. He pulled back nearly all the way out and hammered back in. Tears started to roll down your cheek. Your arms wrapped around his body so tight your nails were digging into his skin leaving deep crescent marks while Trent continued to fuck you at an inhuman pace.
“I missed you, I missed this. You feel so fucking good. I want this forever.” You babled as your legs started to tremble. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer. Your eyes rolled back as you heard him moan your name again, again, and again.
You were getting lost in the pleasure that your T was giving to you while he was just as infatuated by your body and the sounds you were making had him fighting to not cum without you getting to orgasm first.
“You have me forever.” He whispered barely getting the words out softly in your ear. In a split second you felt your pussy spasm at the tenderness of his words and his rough strokes. You soaked his cock completely when you felt his release fill you up so much, it began to seep out while he was still inside. He laid on top of you for a while before he spoke again.
“I’m so addicted to you, beautiful. Can’t be away from you like this.” He murmured laying on your chest completely exhausted
“I guess we’re both addicts then” you giggled tracing your fingers up his spine. He continued laying there just holding you. You kissed him slowly. You were both so tired in the hotel room. “My sleepy, sleepy, needy boy.” You cooed, pressing your lips on his warm skin. You were so authentic with each other. Being back together felt like a saccharine summertime daydream. Feeling your New York daydream turned into your reality. Your love was undiluted, nothing felt better than being physically connected like this .
“We have to go soon, baby.” Trent finally picked his head up to nuzzle into your neck placing kisses all over your skin. If you could bottle this feeling forever you would, it was worth more than its weight in gold.
“I just want another cuddle, pleaseee” you whined childishly and in turned caused Trent to just let all his body weigh on top of you and wrap his arms so tight around you thought you couldn't breathe but the sound of his joyful laugh had you able to completely disregard the bone crushing pressure and just relish in the moment. You wanted to hear him happy, you wanted to see that beautiful smile pull across his face, the smile lines wrinkle, his little dimples appear so you let it ensue. Eventually you both got up and started to get dressed to meet with the Bellinghams; Denise, Jude, and Jobe at the restaurant and to meet Dianne downstairs at the hotel.
Trent needed to shower but you opted not to because your hair would take too long to do if you did which disappointed Trent because he claimed he needed your ‘help’ but in reality he just wanted another round of messing about to his disappointment you held your ground. Instead you began your skincare and makeup at the vanity in the hotel bathroom before moving back to the bedroom and sitting with a pout looking at your suitcase confused.
“What do you think I should wear? I don’t know Denise that well and I don’t know what people have said about me so I don’t want to like… I don’t know, mess up.” You nervously babbled rummaging through your suitcase on the floor.
“You look beautiful in anything.” Trent picked you up off the ground to give you a hug still wet from his shower.
“That’s incredibly unhelpful, T, seriously.” He placed a kiss on your forehead to try to calm your nerves. “Erm… I’m wearing this,” said showing you the outfit he had layed out of the bed. “If that helps at all.”
“Baby… I picked that out though” so you both started laughing.
Because you were going to the England team’s event after you wanted to be a little ‘on theme’ but not exactly sporting Saint George’s cross. You picked a pair of white linen trousers from Cult Gaia, a navy and white striped knit tank from Kule, paired with a Bottega Veneta mini sunrise bag in red, you also opted to bring a Jacquemus denim jacket in case you got cold. Oh! And of course shoes so red Manolo Blahniks were the choice. Your boobs were on display a little bit from not wearing a bra with the top but having a jacket would be a good cover. The pants fit your waist perfectly and when standing showed off your incredible figure. You wanted to be casual so your shoe choice was flats. Once you were dressed you walked over to help fix the collar of Trent’s shirt. He wore tailored khaki cargo style pants, a white t-shirt, a Rhude button up open overtop and a pair of Louis Vuitton trainer sneakers.
“You’re so so so handsome. It’s a little unfair.” You said as he stood in front of a full length mirror inspecting his outfit and you went and wrapped your hands around his biceps and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“I have to keep up with you don’t I?” He cheekily said, squeezing his hands around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.
You went to the lobby and Dianne asked if you wanted a photo, well she wanted one of you two, you obliged not particularly upset about capturing memories. Trent and you took a few and Dianne gushed over how beautiful she thought you both were. You had Dianne send them to you and Trent but neither of you posted the photo. Your camera rolls were filled with photos like this that never saw the light of day only when they were printed and hung in the house or a rare occasion where you’d post a more subtle pic of you holding hands walking down the street in your fits like you did tonight.
You held hands as you walked down cobble streets till you saw the Brummie Bellingham family waiting outside the restaurant for dinner. The group of the three boys, two mums, and yourself filed into the restaurant and per usual heads began to turn. Trent was one thing but Jude out in public was another animal… the two of them together; Pandora’s box. You sat at a table nestled in the back of a nice restaurant, you were relieved your outfit of choice was appropriate. To no one’s surprise, you sat close to Trent. One part of the table had a booth for seating and you took his lead so Trent helped you slid in before he followed. Your thighs were touching immediately, one hand wrapped around your waist low with his thumb in between the fabric of your trousers and your skin. The other gripped high on your leg till he needed to use it to look at a menu. Trent, Jude, Jobe honed in on some conversation regarding a referee error that happened in another countries group match. You nodded your head following along, you had seen the story, and Trent had explained it at length. Trent pulled on your waist to get you to be a little closer to him so you gave into his wishes and placed your head on his shoulder. He placed a kiss onto your hair in between sentences. Dianne and Denise were talking about something you couldn’t really hear but they were engrossed in their own back and forth until Dianne tapped at your hand that was resting on the table top.
“Hmm?” You picked up your head with a smile turning towards her. Trent unphased with his hand still gripping you tight.
“Come talk with us sweetheart.” She cooed, gesturing her head towards the other side of the table. You didn’t need his permission but you looked at Trent peeling his fingers off your waist to slide over to talk to the mums before whispering in his ear.
“Okay?” You asked with no real expectation for an answer you just wanted to note what you were doing.
“You can only listen to so much hun.” Denise spoke with a smile you hadn’t really seen her crack yet. Another mum of only boys made you nervous.
“It’s fine, I think when I hit the 15th time discussing the same call, I start to check out a little.” You giggled picking up a glass of wine, bringing it slowly to your lips holding it there a little longer after your sip.
“I understand that, imagine over 20 years of football chaos all day every day. It’ll never end.” Dianne and Denise laughed reminiscing about going from grassroots teams to the biggest stadiums in the world with their little boys.
“I don’t mind. I do actually love football…” you paused and giggled a little before your gaze drifted away from them to Trent. “Maybe not to the same extent of course but it’s nice when people are passionate about something, really love, devote, and care about it.” Your eyes fell back towards them but more so to the table where you played with the rings on your fingers. Trent felt your gaze but missed the connection so he reached over a little and linked his pinky with your hand that was on the seat of the booth before giving you a soft smile. Denise and Dianne watched the exchange and the way your words softened talking about being passionate and what it meant to really love something catching that it wasn’t maybe only about football but about someone sitting at the table who was playing football.
“I heard you followed football before you moved here, is that right?” Denise asked, giving you a sweet smile.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s always been something my dad and I bonded over, had a connection with, I actually played till I was around 16 or so but didn’t really want to play at university so it faded out but when I got older following a team with my dad really kept us close and that’s important to me. We’ve created some of the best memories together at matches.” You rambled a bit, maybe it was the wine, or just panic trying to speak to Denise but you felt a little on edge.
“You did not play footie! That’s bullshit.” Jude’s head turned towards you.
“Jude…” Denise gave a stare that if it was directed at you, you’d probably cry but he just shrugged.
“Sentiment still stands, I don’t believe that.” Jude scoffed.
“Nah, she did! Kept the little secret in her back pocket for a while.” Trent confirmed it was in fact true with a little chuckle.
“Okay, well I wasn’t going to walk up to you people who do it professionally and be like ‘oh I played too!’ That’s embarrassing.” You sarcastically swayed your head back and forth making fun of how ridiculous it would’ve been.
“It still would’ve been interesting to know.” Jobe piped up and it made you smile. You just wanted to pinch his cheeks but he was older than that, definitely not as naive as he played but truly was adorable.
“Thanks, Jobe” you gave him a heartfelt smile. “Jude, you just listening in on our conversation?” You teased picking up your fork and pointing it at him.
“Nah, nah, you’re not all that interesting.” Jude pointed his fork at you emphasizing ‘you’ while he rolled his eyes.
“I’d say otherwise but each their own.” You imitated the same shrug he did earlier.
“You’ve had quite a whirlwind couple of years though sweetheart, at least from what I’ve heard. What did you do before you moved to the UK?” Denise, now interested in how you ended up at this dinner table and that there were things her boys were even still learning about.
“Oh, um, I went to university for a degree and then worked in fashion for a little and in what felt like a blink of an eye I ended up here.” You smiled, oversimplifying your backstory.
“Wow, Hun! Pretty, smart, funny, pushes back against my Jude. Trenty, you’ve got a good one.” Denise cooed looking at Trent whose eyes were still fixed on you from when you were speaking.
“Yeah, absolutely perfect. Worth getting her to move countries innit” Trent gushed eyes still stuck on you before sliding your body back over to him to wrap his arms around your frame placing a little peck on your neck.
“Done well” Dianne cooed, smiling at Trent’s clear obsession while taking a sip from her glass.
“Well then you’ve suddenly become my default to keep all the boys in line on this Greece holiday.” Denise joked a little but it was laced with a bit of seriousness.
“I always do, she’s been looking after mine for a bit now.” Dianne creased, the two mums were having a laugh themselves so you let it play out. The bulk of dinner wrapped up and Denise and Dianne decided they’d let the four of you get up to some nonsense without them so they said their goodbyes, hugs and kisses, and started to walk away from the table.
“Di, he is in love with that girl.” Denise quietly spoke to Dianne as they walked.
“Oh, I’m aware. It’s mutual too, think she’s more shy about the affection because he’s in his element or spaces he’s already familiar with but it’s totally infatuation all the time”
“Think they want to get married?” Denise asked the blatant question.
“I know Trent would, he’s slyly mentioned looking at rings but I keep my mouth shut.” Diane smiled just keeping her eyes forward as Denise glanced back at the table.
“It’s the only way we get any information now, just being quiet I swear” Denise laughed at the reality of their situations.
“She’s so good for him and he’s good to her. They make each other so happy, their house is gorgeous and so warm. It makes my heart full that they built this all from some whirlwind interaction.” She paused having a think. “Oh, god, you know what, yeah I’d really want that for them. Whole family loves that girl to bits.” Dianne babbled getting caught in the idea of what the future had in store for you and Trent.
You and the three boys decided to grab the check but go to the bar, you didn’t really need to sneak Jobe in with you like you normally would with a younger boy just being with Jude and Trent was like going anywhere with a free pass so it was no problem.
On cue, a few girls approached asking for photos with the boys so you happily helped take some for them. They wanted individual photos with Jude and then Trent. When one girl was posing for her photo with Trent she was a little bit more handsy than you cared for but it was only a photo so you bit your tongue. She wrapped her arm around his waist and placed her palm over his chest like a couple may pose. Jobe gripped your shoulder with his hand sensing the tension as you tapped away taking the photos on her phone. Even he knew it was probably a step too far on the girls' part. The other girl waiting for her turn for photos with Jude and Trent squealed a little.
“Literally you look like a couple! You’d be so cute together.” The fan said with a cheeky wink to her friend. Jude was quick to cut the encounter, none of you wanted to make a big deal but it still didn’t make you feel great.
“Alright darling, you want your picture with me too or just Trentski, C’mere” Jude cooed with false flirtation. The girl detached and Jobe said he’d take the remaining photos. You were polite and smiled to the girls and let them know if they needed you to take more you would but Trent walked up to you and draped his arms over your shoulder, his hands caressing the back of your head before you could really do anything else.
“Getting jealous, pretty girl?” Pressing his nose against yours. “Hmm, baby?” His lips pulled into a sly smile. You leaned in and rested your head on his chest before you started pressing light kisses over his shirt up to his collarbone and then his neck, all the way to his ear.
“Don’t like seeing you with someone else,” you quietly admitted. “You’re mine, baby.” You pouted your lips, he couldn’t see but could probably feel them roll against his skin. He grabbed both your cheeks and held your face out in front of his. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes. He teased you a little bit pressing small kisses to your neck now the same way you did to him but his were heavy with a more sensual motive. He heard you purr a little at the sensation so he took it a step further and began whispering against your sensitive skin about what he was going to do to you back in your hotel room; his words interspersed by kisses. You tried to hold back a moan before pulling him in for a proper kiss needing one to hold you over knowing you were in for a long night of cheeky hand placements and sultry kisses until you made it back to the promised land i.e your hotel room.
Thank you for continuing reading! Comment or message what you think of the chapter / series … 🤍
On to Chapter 20 😱 xx
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the only good things about the england national team are:
1) trent alexander arnold
2) jude bellingham
3) joe gomez
that’s it.
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family ties (one-shot)
jude x alexander-arnold!reader
summary : in which the world learns about the alexander-arnold sister's relationship with jude at the same time as trent
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judebellingham forcing me to work out on vacation smh
judebellingham sexy gyall
ynalexanderarnold sexy laddd
trentarnold66 what
ynalexenderarnold 😁😁
trentarnold66 that's where u went u fucker
user274 why are we acting like this is normal?
user729 they took hard launching too seriously
usr2837 couple we didn't know we needed frl
user738 HELP NOT TRENT FINDING IT OUT IN A INSTA POST
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tell me i jst hallucinated your post pls
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mom taught me not to lie sadly
trent
fucking jude? 🤣
he's gonna break your heart
you
considering he hasn't done anything like that in the past year, i doubt it
trent
past year? wtf
and u didn't tell me because...?
you
look at how you're reacting nd u got ur answer
trent
you're my sis, im just looking out for you
you
im grown, jude is your friend, we love eachother
that's all you need to know
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judy 🤠💕
sooo what did he say
mine 💞
he might kill you next time he sees u but dw ab it
judy 🤠💕
YOU TOLD ME HE WAS GONNA BE FINE W IT
mine 💞
nd i lied obv
judy 🤠💕
can i post you tho 😕
mine 💞
nothing too scandalous and he MIGHT not chop off ur dick
judy 🤠💕
aw you wouldn't like that very much
mine 💞
wouldnt mind
judy 🤠💕
not what u said last night 🤣
mine 💞
can't believe my bf has the same punchlines as an 8th grader 😞😞
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ynalexanderarnold my man
judebellingham mine
ynalexanderarnold ur dick's ab to get chopped off
trentarnold66 yeah it is
judebellingham hey trent my brother 😁
trentarnold66 no.
noahohio bold moves brother 🤣
user274 they are so hot
user738 trent is probably puking rn
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try your usual bullshit w my sister i swear
jude
im rlly serious ab her mate, i wouldn't do that
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yh good not too serious tho
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don't worry i won't make u an uncle anytime soon
trent
shut up you're not helping your case
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sorry 😞
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judebellingham baecation but they took bae away from me
ynalexanderarnold we'll never get a good baecation atp
trentarnold66 it's better like that
trentarnold66 im always here watching 🦇
ynalexanderarnold ok batman
jobebellingham aw i had such a great time w u too
ynalexanderarnold don't worry you're not the bad one here, trent is
judebellingham i swear trent is starting to accept me
trentarnold66 im not
user274 trent and jobe, professional cockblockers
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we're family i know ❤️❤️
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Look At Me — TAA
AUTHOR: brainstorming with @hamiltonvuitton always brings out the worst out of us
SUMMARY: she’s trying to be professional… he isn’t
WARNINGS: sexual tension, nsfw content, +18
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“Man of the match and scorer of the equalizer. It must feel good, right?” You smile at the young player who is standing in front of you, moving your microphone so it’s a few inches away from his lips. Trent smiles as well when you mention his goal. You’ve met quite a few times, working as an interviewer in the Premier League meant having interviewed a few players more than once.
“Yea, ‘course. Feels amazing. Especially in a stadium like this one.” He can’t stop smiling and it’s endearing. You are a professional so you would never even admit it to your closest friend, but Trent has one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen and it puts you in a good mood to see him so content with his performance.
“Would you say this is one of the toughest crowds in the League? And if so, how do you prepare for a match like this?” You read from your notebook before looking up and looking into his eyes. Trent smiles again and nods.
“Probably. They just won the tremble so of course it’s going to weigh differently from any other match. I think it’s really about mentality. We have probably one of the best teams in the league this year— if not the best. So on paper we could do it. But you have to count the mental part of it. If you walk in on the pitch with the wrong mindset, you’re going to lose it no matter how good you are.” He explains passionately. You nod, silently agreeing with him. You like Trent’s way of thinking, it always kind of resonates with your opinions. The scouser waits for you ask him another question.
“We have seen you celebrate out there. Can we say you were provoking the Man City fans?” You try not to smile because you know it’s a provocative question, you know he can’t speak his mind up because he’s front of a camera. But as an interviewer you have to ask such questions. Trent chuckles and raises his brows, restricting himself from saying what he really thinks.
“I think scoring in away games is always nice. It’s always good to celebrate in front of the away fans… It’s funny.” He bites his lip to suppress a smile. You give him a knowing look. Trent lets his eyes scan over your frame quickly, taking in your outfit and your face. He’s seen you a few times, he knows your name and he likes your questions most of the times. He’s not very fond of interviews but he feels at ease with you. He’d be blind if he didn’t admit your good looks help him answer more willingly.
“You’ve risen quite the polemics with that goal and celebration. What do you want to say to those who have been questioning your performance?” You ask. It’s a delicate matter. As you look up from your notebook and move the microphone you drop your notes to the ground. Trent is quick at crouching down to pick them up for you. You apologize, your cheeks reddening. He smiles at you. However, it comes out more like a smirk than anything else.
“Nothing really. People are going to criticize you regardless of what you do, so I’d rather let them watch me.” He shrugs his shoulders. There is something about the way he carries himself that makes you question your professionalism.
“One last question: did you rewatch the goal? Did anyone show it to you? If so, what do you think of it looking at it from outside?” You ask.
“I don’t know. Wha do you think of it? Did you like it?” Your cheeks are redder than the Liverpool shirt he’s wearing. His eyes stare right into yours and that cocky grin hasn’t left his lips yet. Is he flirting with you on live television? No, you must be seeing things. Trent licks his lips and nibbles with the bottom one. Your eyes inevitably fall on his mouth. He has kissable lips. It’s not very professional thought but he’s testing your professionalism.
“Uhm, well it was a great goal. I don’t think anyone saw that coming. Not that I don’t think you could do it but it was a tough game out there.” You try so hard not to stutter or accidentally insult him. Trent nods and smiles again, your compliment feeding his ego.
“That’s it. Thank you, Trent, for your time.” Your interview comes to an end and you couldn’t be more glad. You release a sigh of relief once the camera has been switched off. Trent doesn’t move though. You know there must be other colleagues of yours ready and hungry for an interview with him but he doesn’t walk away.
“Y/n, right?— he asks even if he knows your name very well, you nod confused — Good job.” He winks at you before finally leaving. You feel a weight coming off your shoulders. For some reason being under his scrutiny has made you weirdly tense and anxious. Thankfully you’re away from his deep and intimidating gaze. That was weird. You think to yourself as you make your way to the next interview, shrugging that feeling off your shoulders. Be professional. You put on a polite smile and walk towards Erling Haaland.
And out of the window has gone your professionalism.
You are seated on top of the sink in the away team’s locker room. Your legs are spread apart and your heels dig into the scorer of the equalizer for this game’s back. Soft sobs leave your lips as you tighten the grip around the marble sink. You are not even able to consider you may fall if you keep moving. Your head is somewhere else. Whilst Trent’s is between your legs. Your turned off microphone is on the ground next to your jeans.
“Jesus…” your mouth is dry and you can’t help but moan when his nose bumps onto your clit. You don’t know how this could have happened. One minute you are interviewing the Manchester City player and the next one you are getting eaten out by the Liverpool right back. Very professional of you.
“Taste even better than I thought, love.” He admits, his big hands keeping your legs apart. You whine, rutting your hips forward. Trent gives you whatever you want and need. The events preceding this are a blurry memory. Trent saw you and pulled you inside and before you knew it he was kneeling in front of you.
“Trent… Please.” You squirm, his tongue lapping at your juices. He’s rock hard in his Liverpool shorts but he knows he can wait a bit longer if it means prepping you enough to take all of him. He grins when he sees you tilt your head back and push his head impossibly closer.
“I got you, baby.” He squeezes your thighs before slapping them. You whine again, feeling your orgasm building up. He pulls away and watches your juices and his spit covering your pussy. He licks his wet lips and spits again, making sure you’re more lubricated. The mere act makes you gulp.
“You close, love?”
“So close…” you are a whining, writhing and sobbing mess. He sucks your clit between his lips and watches you fall apart for him. Loud moans escaping your mouth with no shame. Maybe you should be more careful but again, your mind is somewhere else. Trent pulls away slowly and raises to his feet. His eyes stay on you. Your breathing is uneven and your eyes are closed. He chuckles lowly, proud of himself.
“I need to fuck you now, pretty girl. Can you take it for me?” He asks, leaning in and smiling against your lips. You nod even if you are not sure you have another round in you. Trent presses his lips against yours, initiating the sloppiest yet hottest kiss ever. You gasp when he sucks on your lower lip, your nails digging in his biceps. You whine in his mouth as Trent takes his time to build up the tension.
“Eager, are we?” He chuckles and pulls away enough to take his top off. He stops for a second and looks at it, before putting it on you. You shake your head in disbelief as you fix the shirt on your body.
“Sweet and professional y/n wearing a Liverpool shirt. Life does not get better than this, does it?” He teases you, but you’re too caught up in staring at his physique to actually bother. The scouser pulls you in for another kiss and you melt in his arms. Your fingers draw unknown patterns on his skin before hooking in the waistband of his shorts. Trent watches you deeply as you push them down his legs.
“Lean backwards for me.” He murmurs and you do as requested. He finally pushes his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. You stare at his every movement entranced. He pumps himself in his hand whilst yours are itching to touch him.
“Should have a condom somewhere here…” he says more to himself than to you. You don’t even know where he takes that from but he rips the plastic with his teeth and puts it on.
“That Hungarian motherfucker knew I guess.” He shakes his head, reminiscing on the fact that his new teammate and friend has given him a condom ‘just in case some poor woman had the desire to come anywhere near your grumpy ass’. He likes the banter and he definitely appreciates the condom now.
“Look at me.” He mumbles tilting your chin. Your eyes drown in his as he bottoms out inside of you. His legs rest around his middle and they squeeze his waist when he starts moving.
“Fuck.” You cuss, head hitting the mirror behind you. Trent’s hands grip your thighs as he watches his cock disappear in your folds.
“You feel so good…” he grunts, going harder. You sigh, biting your lip. You can feel him anywhere and everywhere. Trent’s forehead rests against your shoulder. You’re almost afraid of falling but his iron grip makes you feel safe.
“Trent…” you moan in his ear. He tenses and cuss under his breath.
“Don’t— I’m not gonna last.” He admits, his teeth sinking in the crook of your neck. You can feel him slip in and out of you each time easier because of how wetter you grow by the time.
“I wanna see you cum, Trent.” You whisper in his ear. You want him to lose it, you want him to lose all the control. Trent clenches his jaw and he hisses. Knowing that you’re not the goody two shoes behind closed doors makes him fuck you harder. You know he has the upper hand, but you also know you have power over him as well. Soft sobs leave your mouth on purpose along with a string of praises that make him twitch inside of you.
“Y/n…” he warns you again, teetering over the edge. You pull his head away from your neck and look at him in the eyes.
“Wanna see you cum, Trent. Please.” You give him doe eyes and he absolutely loses it. He reaches his orgasm faster than desired and curses under his breath. You are definitely a menace. You caress his back as he stabilizes his breathing.
“You didn’t…” he doesn’t need to finish the sentence for you to understand. A devilish smile appears on your lips.
“I didn’t say I was finished with you…”
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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 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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blfc1989 · 23 hours
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What's with that look and reaction Domi?hahaa cute..cant wait to see them playing together again <3
(Crdt to whoever the owner of this gif..i can't remember where i get this)
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