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fair or not // trent arnold x jude bellingham

summary; who knew two best friends could share around ♥︎.

warnings; angst, swearing, mention of sex. smut; oral sex; m!recieving & f! recieving, anal, squirting & unprotected sex.

a/n; NOT PREREAD. i got carried out just for my friend to read this 😭😭, hope y’all enjoy tho! 💝

laying down on your stomach on the white fur carpet you were watching the movie as both trent and jude were on the couch, possibly asleep or watching the movie. you furrowed your brows as you heard jude laughing, “what’s funny.” you said glaring at him as he snickered, “your toes are in the air, that’s what’s funny.” he said as trent laughed at his comment, you gave jude the finger as you went back to watching the movie. boring ass movie anyway. you looked at both boys giggling before you grabbed the remote, turning it off as they both groaned in annoyance. “oh come on!” jude said at the same time trent said, “we were watching it!” he had said as you giggled before you shook your head, “it’s not that serious. let’s just do something on the nintendo, i’m so bored.” you said as they rolled their eyes, “or we can play fifa-“ you said as both boys didn’t hesitate to turn the xbox and grab the controllers, you changed the tv to the channel for the remote games as the three of you constantly played. you were sitting criss cross before a pillow fell on your head. “ow. didn’t have to throw it this hard at me.” you said to jude as he chuckled patting your head, “don’t worry darling, you’re okay.” he said as you giggled nodding your head, you looked at trent as he rolled his eyes. you bit on your lip at the way of his behavior. both guys were really cute and just absolutely beautiful, they were a bit..aggresive on the other hand. “HAH, I WON.” you said before you jumped up, squealing around as both boys rolled their eyes. on the other hand there was a little pervert activity happening, jude kept trying not to look down on your cleavage and well, trent was looking at your neck.

you sat in the middle as both boys stared at you, “what? let’s play another game now. this one is boring.” you said as trents hand accidentally touched your thigh, “oops sorry.” he said as you giggled it off before you changed the game to mario kart, “not this bullshit again.” jude said as you punched his arm playfully, “shut up and deal with it.” you said as he chuckled, “can you two stop being so lovey dovey, i honestly don’t care.” he said as you looked at him, “what?” you said as he looked away, you rolled your eyes as you went back to playing the game, you were currently winning ahead of jude before he won the game as you yelled, “i was close! did you really have to use the power up!” you said putting the controller on your thigh as he nodded his head laughing at your reaction, “it’s okay, you two should be heading home now, it’s going to start pouring even more..” you said getting up as trents hand accidentally touched your ass, you looked at him the second he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with you. you rolled your eyes just trying to avoid the interaction as you put the controller under the tv, placing it under a cabinet. you heard both boys getting up ready to leave as you turned around, “okay, i’ll walk you two out now,” you said as you got up, both boys following you like a little puppy. you walked to your door before you opened it, “so are we hanging out tomorrow-“ you said as trent looked at you and shrugged, “i don’t know.” he said harshly as you stared at him, “what’s your problem.” you said as he looked at you.

“what?” he said crossing his arms against his chest, “my problem?” he said with an attitude as you nodded your head, “you had this attitude and i really don’t fucking know why or what’s your fucking issue.” you said as you tried not to shout at him, “nothings my problem, what about yours midget, you seem to have an attitude. you can’t handle something can’t you, nosy ass garden gnome.” he said as you slapped his arm, “cut the shit out, you’re so childish.” you said as he looked at you shocked, “damn.” jude said shaking his head as you sighed and looked at both of them, “i gotta go now, bye.” you said as you walked back inside your home, closing the door. you turned off the lights as you went straight to your room, you closed your door betfore making your way to the window closing the blinds, your phone chimed as you looked at your phone. a message from jude.

jude: are you okay?

he wrote down as you stared at the text, you thought in your head. so many things, why was trent mad and did it have to do with you and jude. you sighed before your fingers began to quicky touch the keyboard.

you: yeah i’m okay, thx for asking 🤍

you wrote down as you saw the bubble forming, you waited for his reply as he typed

jude: okay, hope you feel better from what conflict happened. thanks for also agreeing to play fifa with me 🤍.

you decided to lay down, your eyes began to slowly close as you drifted off to a deep sleep. your phone kept buzzing many times, not knowing what it was you were distracted as you woke up, a bunch of messages. but this time, only from trent. you grabbed your phone as his messages popped up.

trent: answer me.

trent: what are you doing that it takes you this long to pick up the fucking phone.

you scoffed as he repeated the words “answer me” before you thought of the conflict earlier. you rolled your eyes before you left him on open as you decided to go back to bed into your nap as you were now covered in the duvet, asleep. not only for your phone to go off again as you sighed loudly, “stupid idiot can’t even let me nap!” you said throwing a pillow off the bed as you grabbed your phone.

you: what the fuck do you want? let me be myself. i don’t want to disscuss your fucking issues nor your problem you caused.

trent: issue? problem? not my problem you and jude got more touchy and kept leaving me out. stop being such a little slut around him.

you: now am a slut? because we were messing around, what’s your problem?? i can’t even hang around with him as much compared to you? let it be fair.

trent: why should it be fair, i’ve liked you since then and you give him more attention. he likes you too but obviously you want him more.

your eyes widening at the message as you realized everything making sense, the gifts, the interactions and lastly spending much more time togetner. you swallowed nervously before a message from jude popped up on the top of your phone.

jude: dont listen to what trent is saying he’s overreacting

you quickly clicked on his contact before you dialed the number, holding your phone to your ear as you heard trent talking before you heard him speak, “hello?” jude said as you cleared your throat before speaking, “is trent with you? i have to talk to him about this.” you said as he spoke up again, “yea he’s here. just drive carefully.” he said as you hung up on him before you put your shoes on running downstairs as you went to your car as you drove to judes place. you looked at your phone as you saw trent texting you, you huffed loudly before you parked the car as you stood infront of the door drenching yourself in the water, you knocked even harder as jude opened the door. “you’re all wet..how long have you been waiting.” he said as you stared at him, “long enough trent couldn’t open the fucking door after he said he would open the door. fucking petty ass idiot.” you said as jude stopped you, “you really believe him?” he said as you gulped, “maybe. maybe not. maybe he likes me too and you must like me a lot.” you said as he looked away in embarrassment, “so you do! i can’t even have a single hang out moment with the two of you because you like me more and he thinks your taking me away from him! what the fuck!” you said as you slapped his head before you saw trent peeking out, “i can fucking see you get out.” you said before he walked out now infront of you.

“you’re arguing with him like its a big of a deal shut up already.” he said as you looked at him, “it is a big deal! i can’t even hang out with my own best friends without you both fighting like some stupid children.” you said talking with your hands as you were already pissed off, on the other hand..jude was staring down at your perky nipples. “you made this a big deal because me and jude were being touchy. not my fault i known him since i was a kid too. you stupid idiot.” you said as he scoffed, “you’re the one getting rained on so shut the hell up.” trent said as jude stared at him, “stop being so rude to her.” he said as you looked at him, “now you’re defending her?” he said as you looked at both of them, “stop fighting over such idiotic nonsense!” you said as your shirt slightly lifted to your belly as jude looked again, “stop looking!” you said slapping his bicep as he pouted playfully, “why can’t you just understand i dont like none, okay! i just dont want you two fighting over me.” you said as trent rolled his eyes, “that’s funny. it’ll still happen.” he said as you rolled your eyes, “you’re hilarious y/n.” he said as you whined leaning your head back a bit. “am not the only one who likes you here, jude likes you why do you think he kept trying to touch your thigh.” he said as you looked at him then jude, “so now you want to act like you don’t say shit about her.” he said as both boys were now arguing back and forth over you. your hair was getting all wet, your clothes now soaked and your shoes soaked as well as you kept watching both boys argue back and forth. “stop fighting. this is enough. can i just go inside, i’m really cold and soaked.” you said as they both stopped and looked at you, you sighed before you took your shoes off leaving them outside the porch before going inside, you began shivering as your nipples slowly started to perk out through your shirt. you sighed shakily as you heard the door close, you turned around looking at both of them.

“settled?” you said as they nodded their heads, you smiled before trent began talking again, “it’s just stupid this whole thing now that you know..” he said as you shook your head dissapointted, “trent stop, this happened because you were jealous. i cant handle you two fighting over me.” you said as both boys looked at each other, “really.. why can’t we just share..you know..” jude said as you looked at him confused. “s-share..? what are you talking ab-“ you said as jude walked up to you, you backed up a bit before your back hit against trents, “what are you two do-“ you said as jude grabbed your cheek, you blushed heavily as you looked at him innocently. your eyelashes batting down slowly. “jude seriously what are you-“ you said before he kissed you passionately as you kissed back cupping your cheeks, you squealed in between as you felt trents hand explore and cup your breasts through your drenched shirt, your body becoming warm as you reacted to the touch. you held onto trents hand tighter, moving his hand around as you jude continued kissing you. “th-this is so wrong..” you mumbled as he spanked your hip as you flinched a bit, you felt trent hands raise up your shirt as you smacked his hand off. judes hand squeezing your ass as you moaned in between the kiss before pulling him away, “sit.” you said as both of them sat on the couch, you giggled before your hands slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, your shirt lifting as your stomach showed before you raised it fully, your boobs bouncing out your shirt as you giggled at your shirt lifted above your head before tossing it on the floor. you giggled as you saw judes breathing increasing before you pulled down on your sweatpants as you kicked them off your ankles, you looked up at trent. “since you wanted to be a little brat..you might as well just have to watch what you hate.” you said whispering in his ear before biting his neck as you sat on judes lap.

you moved your ass a bit back, sitting on his crotch before you wrapped your arms around judes neck, he kissed your neck as you giggled before you cupped his cheeks before kissing him deeply, he kissed back cupping your ass cheek as you whimpered in the kiss, you bit down on his lip slightly sliding your tongue into his mouth as he explored into your mouth. you began moving your hips against his crotch, moaning softly into the kiss, “am so needy for you..” you mumured as he chuckled pulling on the hem of your thong, you pulled him closer with your arms as he continued kissing you. your eyes slightly going to its way to trent as you saw him slightly palming himself, you giggled before he kissed your neck. you leaned back as he began sucking on your skin. you moaned slightly as you continued rocking your hips slowly. you held onto the back of his neck, his lips making their way down to your chest. your breath hitching as you leaned your head back, you squeezed your boobs together, looking at trent as you giggled. loads of moans and grunts escaping from his mouth before you pulled jude away, “needy boy aren’t you..that’s enough for now.” you said as you grabbbed the hem of his shirt taking it off. you crawled off his lap before you got off, walking over to trent. your legs hovering above his cock as you giggled. “such a tease, don’t you think.” he said tilting his head as you shook your head giggling before smiling at him, “nopeee, not at all cutie.” you said before he pulled you closer, you whimpered at the grip before you raised his shirt up, his abdomen showing as you looked down at his cock. the sight making you whimper as his blushing tip laid against his stomach. “take it off. am not touching you until you learn to behave.” you said as he rolled his eyes taking his shirt off before you hovered above his dick, crawling onto his abdomen. “see..now your best friend is going to watch us..” you whispered in his ear as he slapped your ass, you moaned into his ear before you cupped his cheeks, as he kissed you deeply. you kissed back moaning happily before your acrylics pressed against his abs as you drew lines on them. he held onto your waist as you moved down, you sat on his thigh as you giggled before your hand grabbed his shaft, slightly stroking him as you continued kissing him. he groaned into your mouth as you giggled again. in the corner of your eye you saw a needy jude stroking himself at the sight of you making out with his best friends.

who knew you getting in between the way would settle it this way.

you pulled away as you giggled shaking your head, before jude grabbed your arm. you grunted smacking him off before you were now on your knees on the ground, both boys infront of you. “look how adorable you look down there. how cute.” jude said as you giggled before you grabbed judes cock before spitting on it as you palmed him before your other hand began to palm on trents cock, you giggled before you wrapped your mouth around the tip before you pushed your head further in. a loud groan escaping from jude as he held onto your hair, “mouth so warm f’me..”he groaned as you bobbled your head slowly, your tongue swirling near up the base, you continued stroking trent as you bobbled your head slowly, your eyelashes batting down innocently as you looked up at jude the entire time you continued bobbing your head. he pulled your head off as a string of saliva fell onto your mouth, you giggled before moving over to trents member as you wrapped your warm mouth around his shaft as you began to bobble your head slowly, he grabbed the back of your head moaning lowly as you giggled before your hands stroked jude. both boys groaning at the way you pleasured them at the same time as you felt yourself becoming needier and emptier, empty that you wanted to touch yourself so badly. you looked up at him as your fingers slightly began to roam down your body, your finger pads running down your chest as you rubbed yourself slowly. you moaned around him as your stomach fluttered. he groaned as he felt a vibration send up to him as your other hand stroked jude, feeling him twitch in your hands. “want you b-both..” you gurgled out as jude chuckled at your fucked out sentence before he grabbed you by your waist, “heard that, pretty girl wants to have fun already.”

he said as you giggled before you pulled away from trents member as he laid down on the couch. you crawled towards jude as he grabbed your waist, “turn around. face trent.” he said as you giggled in response before you were on your fours before you sunk yourself down, judes cock entering your soaking hole as you cried out a moan. “o-oh my..” you said before you began to move yourself against him. you moaned softly at the way his cock sunk in and out of your pussy. “s-so big and w-warm..” you mumbled before he spanked your ass, you continued moving your hips slowly before he held onto your waist moving you slightly quicker. your moans slowly getting louder before trent shoved his cock in your mouth, he pushed your head deeply as you gagged around him, the wet sounds of your throat and saliva making you even more messier and wetter as you kept moving yourself against jude. “no more of that potty mouth of yours huh? such a brat.” trent said as he slapped your boob, you whimpered around his cock as you kept bobbing your head on the right pace before your hands stroked his base of what couldnt fit in your mouth.

you couldn’t explain what exactly was going through your mind, you had both boys penetrating you, in the mouth and your pussy. the air around you was getting hotter and hotter, as you felt spots of sweat forming on your forehead as your foot tucked behind judes thighs before you slightly began to bounce on judes cock. you cried out as he kept hitting your g-spot, your eyes rolling back as your pussy slid in and out so deliciously and deeply inside of you. as in for trent he kept getting much more hornier and hornier as you moaned around him and watched you this way after he had imagined it. “fuck..you’re so incredible at this..” jude said behind you as you giggled before you bobbled your head deeper into trents shaft, your nose nuzzling against his pelvis bone. he groaned loudly as he twitched inside your mouth, meanwhile jude twitched inside of you as he was burried deeply inside your pussy. you felt tears forming in your eyes as your thighs were burning and aching from hoping on his cock, before trent decided to thrust into your mouth. “f-fuck you..” you gurgled out as he chuckled, you looked up choking on his length. your throat producing wet noises as you moaned loudly around him feeling your stomach tighten up as you rubbed yourself with your fingers, you definitely did not want to come undone but those two. you smacked off trents hand off your head as you bobbled your head deeper, your free hand fondling with his balls as he groaned loudly again. he thrusted his hips into your mouth as spit was slowly dripping down your chin and all over his base. jude spanked your ass hard enough making you cry out a moan at every slap before he grabbed your hips moving you back and forth. you moaned loudly as your eyes started to water up, your vision becoming blurry by your tears as you gripped onto trents thighs. you suddenly felt your orgasm pressuring you as you rode off your orgasm coming down with a scream as you squirted everywhere, your juices juttering out landing on your leg and the material of the couch as you sobbed out, as jude groaned at your pussy squeezing all over him as you sobbed out a moan yet again shaking uncontrollably, your thighs shaking as jude thrusted his hips up into you. you cried out again.

“p-please!..i-its too..m-much..” you said with your mouth stuffed as you pulled your mouth away before you breathed like crazy, your chest rising up and down as you tried to control your breathing before you kept moaning uncontrollably, the sensitivity catching up to you as you went back to sucking on trents member before your mouth stayed around the tip, your tongue swirling around the slimy wet skin as he groaned loudly. “o-oh fuck, i’m about to..” he said as his cum splutttered inside your mouth, you giggled before you sucked around him, as you swallowed everything down before he looked down at you. you stuck your tongue out as you giggled before jude squeezed your ass again, one squeeze was all the job he had to do before his cum filled up your pussy. you sighed as you whimpered before you breathed heavily, “a-are we f-finished..” you said as trent shook his head, “no. one more thing.” he said as you swallowed down nervously before jude pulled you off gently as he turned you around, you were on his lap shaking as you looked at him, “my god, look at you all ruined..” he said smirking as you rolled your eyes, “j-just get this over with!” you said as he pushed his cock back inside you, you shrieked as you scratched his chest. “so tight..move f’me darling..” he said as you nodded your head, slowly moving your hips around him. the pleasure being so good but so painful you tried to keep your eyes opened and tried not to roll your eyes, your hands on his chest as you felt trent kneel behind you. “th-this is impossible! h-how are y-you going to..” you said as you felt trent rub his tip on your other hole before he pushed in, you screamed as you arched your back adjusting to his size as he slowly stretched you out in that area.”s-so full..” you said before you slowly began to move your hips. you moaned out shakily as jude thrusted up from beneath you as you squeezed your boobs together crying out a moan again, trent moving the same exact pace as jude. sending you into a frenzy as you continued to move yourself. your body shaking and nearly giving up as both boys continued penetrating you.

“i-i can’t..! t-too much..” you said as jude thrusted harder and quicker against your holes, you screamed loudly moaning uncontrollably scratching his chest, meanwhile it didn’t take trent that long to match the pace as you sobbed out a moan. tears dripping down out of your eyes, your legs shaking tremendously even your hands were as you scratched judes chest. you tried to sit still as you breathed out heavily before you began to rock your hips again. your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your tightness making them slip out of you so good as you moved your hips quicker. you leaned your head back as your head rested against trents chest, you stuck your tongue out giggling as your perky nipples were on sight, judes finger pads rubbing against your nipples as you moaned at his touch before trent lowered down to kiss you as you kissed back giggling. your moans slipping in between the kiss as jude moved you quicker as you felt him twitch inside of him. you whined holding onto the back of trents neck. “you look so gorgeous up there..” jude said as you giggled before he stroked your clit as you cried out before he slapped it still thrusting up into you, you felt your orgasm approaching much quicker than before as you gripped onto judes biceps. “i-i can’t..a-anymore..” you said as he furrowed his brows, “yes you can.” he said slapping your ass as you shrieked, “n-no! i-i..f-fuck!” you said as you felt jude twtch again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spit making you see sparkles as your vision was going blurry at every hop on his dick, you kept murmuring nonsense words and sentences moaning at every movement, each inch taking you in slowly before you felt the warm feeling, “o-oh god!” you kept crying and whining out so many needy moans as trent whispered in your ear, “come on pretty girl..i know it’s in you..” he whispered biting and sucking on your neck, his hands squeezing your boobs as you moaned breathlessly. you were panting, shaking, sweating and exhuasted, his hand slowly began to rub on your clit.

you screamed again, you were now on the edge as jude shot his seed up into you. you arched your back before trent began to rub on your clit even faster, “n-no! o-oh god!” you said shutting your eyes before trent chuckled, “shh..” he said as you shook his head, “t-trent! i-i’m gonna! f-fuck!” you said as you squirted all over, your fluids getting on judes chest, before trent smacked your clit, you gasped shakily before he pulled out from behind you, you breathed heavily as your chest rose up and down like crazy. you got off judes lap, your legs becoming wobbly as you almost fell before trent held onto you, his grip soothing you before you looked up at him, your eyes heavy and pink as you sniffled before you sat on the couch on your knees.

“l-looks like you two made up.”

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photmath · 5 months

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Wrong Impressions | Trent Alexander-Arnold (Part Two)

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader

PART ONE written by the lovely @karotland, would strongly recommend reading that first.

Summary: Stoic, serious Trent walks around campus with murder on his face and is quite the no-nonsense class partner, frustrating you with his anti-social antics. Flustered and feeling guilty after he finds out about how you insulted him, you seek him out at a house party to apologize only to find a whole new Trent, leaving you with a lot of questions.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), suggestive and implied, drinking, cursing

Note: Huge thank you to my girl Karo for letting me write a second part, ilysm and I hope I didn't disappoint (plz lie) <33. This was quite fun, can't believe I agreed to it but I'm so glad I did in the end! Kk love you bunches bye.

After finding Maddie back up on the balcony, you plopped down hard onto the seat next to her. She gave you an all-knowing look, lips tugging into a smirk.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“You have a look,” her eyes narrowed as she tried to piece together the pieces. “Did you talk to Trent?”

“Yes,” you reply matter of factly, straightening up your posture. “And you were wrong, turns out we won’t be the 0.1% exception because he’s going to talk to me starting Monday.” You wiggled your hips in the chair as you gave her a satisfied smile. However, instead of congratulating you for not being a part of this ‘mathematical wonder,’ she gave you a displeased look.

“You do realize what today is?”

“Friday?”

“You won’t talk to Trent until Monday?” she raises her brows, “even though you’re in his house now? And he’s—” she peers over the balcony, “—right down there? Actually, they’re making their way over here.”

You rose to the balls of your feet immediately, looking down at the raucous boys and Angela from over the balcony. There you saw Trent once again laughing at something Jude said with his arm slung over him as if he’d escape from underneath him.

“How am I supposed to make out with Jude if you’re going to be clinging onto me all night?”

You roll your eyes, sitting back down in the chair with a huff, “It’s not like I’ll be alone. I can chat with the others.” You knew Maddie was only joking, having been split up from her numerous times at other parties.

“And Trent?”

“And Trent.”

“Good,” Maddie smiles, finally satisfied with your answer. But she isn’t done yet, her lips curling up into another grin, “I saw that earlier.”

“Saw what?”

“The look you gave him.”

You didn’t like how vague she was because you looked at Trent now a couple of times throughout the night, but you didn’t think your facial expressions were very obvious.

Her gum smacked loudly as she blew out a bubble, “Were you jealous?”

“No,” you crossed your arms.

“Oh come on, you see him talking to Angela and you go all quiet and suddenly say, ‘I’ll be back.’ And then off you go, stomping until you get to him.”

“I wasn’t stomping,” you laughed, rubbing the nervousness out of your arms. Why did Maddie’s words have this effect on you? Sure you were jealous, but you were jealous because Trent never once gave you that ounce of socialization.

Maddie shook her head once before dismissing the conversation, “Do you want to go inside? I’m getting a bit cold.”

You nod hastily, glad the attention is drawn away from you because god how loud was Maddie talking? Anne seemed to still be preoccupied with the others talking about another ex from her past, but noise traveled between floors it seems and you learned just how easily Trent could overhear conversations.

Sliding back inside, the purple lights and booming music greet you once again. Instinctively, you scan the kitchen and living room for a place for you to stand and chat with friends but your eyes connect with Trent’s as the front door opens. His smile is faint but quickly interrupted once Jude tumbles in from behind him and beelines towards the kitchen where a teammate of his is pouring shots.

Trent, on the other hand, takes his time. He holds the door open for the rest of them to come inside and once Angela comes in last, she perks her head up at him. Trent looks down at her quizzically and whispers something into her ear, making her laugh while he just wears a smirk. You feel the little green monster again, like a gear wanting to turn but a rock was wedged in the middle of it so now it’s grinding loudly in your ears.

You shake off the feeling, turning completely around and facing the direction of the kitchen. Jude downs the shot and then immediately hands one to Maddie—who somehow slipped out of your grip and found her way towards him. She throws her head back once she grabs it from him. You stay mingling around the kitchen, chatting with friends and meeting the ones you don’t recognize.

Feeling a hand brush up on your arm, you turn around to see Trent giving you a soft smile as he moves behind you. You return the friendly smile back, but you aren’t familiar with the feeling that washes over you once he continues to walk past you. Disappointment perhaps? It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought he was coming up to you to chat. So watching him now practically steal Jude away from Maddie, you’re left a tad bit annoyed.

Just as you’re about to make your way out of the kitchen and into the living room where a few others are dancing, a calloused but warm hand wraps around your wrist and stops you. He carries a bottle while staring at you, gesturing to Jude and Maddie, “Do you want to take a shot?”

You briefly glance back at the two, their heads nodding eagerly as they await your answer. Well, why not. You concede, “Just one.”

Trent smirks, lining up four glasses and then pouring what you assume is vodka although you can’t make out the title on the bottle. The four of you down the shot at the same time, you cringing at the burn that goes zipping down your throat. But then you and Maddie holler the moment you two recognize the song that starts playing through the speakers. She reaches out for your hand to dance with her in the small space between the counters and island of the kitchen.

You don’t notice Trent’s lingering gaze on you, or the smile that can’t leave his face as he watches you throw your hands up in the air as if you didn’t care who watched.

An hour into more chatting and dancing, you found yourself desperately searching for an open restroom because seriously who was taking so long in the guest restroom? Trent nurses a red cup to his lips as you find him, standing on your tippy toes to ask, “Is there another restroom that I can use?”

Trent glances at the restroom across the hall and then motions his head upstairs. He speaks but his words are inaudible from the speaker being right next to the both of you. You scrunch up your face and tilt your head and for a brief second, he seems amused. He leans down to yell into your ear, “Follow me!”

The brush of his lips against your ears sends you in a daze. Your feet stay glued on the floor until he passes you, holding out his hand for you to follow him. And his hand. It feels like it’s on fire as he intertwines your fingers tightly with his. He gives your hand a squeeze, maybe to make the grip tighter but you don’t know. He weaves you through the mass of sweating and dancing bodies until he gets to the stairs, you both walking up still hand in hand even though no one was in the way to separate you. The corridor is dark as he stops to open a bedroom door, finally releasing your hand gently as he turns on the light.

You recognize it immediately as his bedroom, the few photos that line his dresser and the same bookbag and football bag that he carried on the floor next to it. His green sheets are neatly tucked into his bed frame, his room overall very clean for a guy.

“You can just use mine,” he points to the door across his bedroom.

“Thank you so much, Trent,” you sigh. You quickly rush into the restroom and almost freeze again at how clean it is. Seriously there was no way his restroom was one wink cleaner than yours.

Once you finish, you expect the room to be empty but Trent is still there standing against the doorframe. A couple beads of sweat line his forehead as he swipes them, then looking up at you, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I’m okay.”

“The weather,” he indulges, “getting cold, hmm?”

You break into a laugh, feeling a little nervous to have all his attention in his bedroom after using his restroom. You stand a couple of steps in front of him, peering up at him, “It is, didn’t expect the temperature to drop so suddenly in the past hour.”

“Bummer,” he mentions. “I wanted to sit on the balcony.”

Gosh, his eyes are really brown.

Trent bursts into an abrupt laugh, his head falling forward and dimples deep into his cheeks as he peers up at you. You feel a little giddy getting this sudden reaction at him, chuckling back at him despite your heart swelling at the way he’s looking at you.

“Thank you, darling, for noticing the color of my eyes.”

You slap your hand over your mouth, eyes wide as your cheeks rush with heat, “I said that out loud?”

“You did.”

“Oh my god—”

“It’s okay,” Trent muses, he picks up his head and leans it against the doorframe. Chewing the gum he suddenly has in his mouth, you’re memorized by the way his jaw clenches over and over again. Embarrassment is now mixing with another feeling as Trent continues to look at you through his hooded eyelids. Your cheeks feel a little flushed, and you knew your mouth was not going to want to stay closed tonight if he were to continue. Because gosh, the urge to impulsively speak never felt so strong until now.

You brush off whatever dust was on your shorts, deciding to be strong, “We should head back.”

He nods, turning off the light and closing the door. You make it downstairs faster than he does in order to lose yourself in the crowd. Not like Trent would miss you, he had his eyes on you the moment he walked back into his house.

You don’t even realize you’re searching for Maddie until your phone pings, Maddie’s message reads that they’re on the balcony getting some air with some friends. As you make your way to the balcony door, you internally groan knowing you’d be a little cold but there was still some alcohol running through you that could keep you somewhat warm.

You seem to be interrupting a conversation as you sit down on one of the couches, Anne screaming at you to agree, “Tell Jude I’m not lying.”

Jude’s arm is slung over Maddie as he laughs loudly, his head falling onto her shoulder. You chuckle, “She isn’t lying.”

You fall into conversation quickly among them, only glancing up once Trent walks out. He shuts the door behind him and sits down in the only empty space next to you, spreading his legs and arms out wide as he settles in.

“Get too hot in there for you?” you question.

He nods, “Music’s buzzin’ the ears.”

You don’t mean to stare at him, but the chain necklace he wears sitting against his already tight white tee leaves little to the imagination and makes you give him a double take. He looked so good underneath this one dim light out on the balcony. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it wasn’t, but the desire to be closer to him consumed you. However, you fought it, not wanting to embarrass yourself more.

Not realizing the conversation stirred onto you, you give the others a puzzled look as they turn towards you.

“Yeah, I don’t ever see you with a man,” Anne agrees. Your eyebrows furrow immediately, feeling breathless as you realize where the conversation is going. “We all thought Johnny would be endgame, you know?”

“Aww, do you remember when he planned out that ‘date-but-not-a-date’ for her and then he had to cancel because he got a flat tire?” Maddie asks, snickering. “It was so romantic. A picnic underneath the stars, did you guys ever reschedule?”

You wanted to dig yourself into a hole and never show face again. In front of Trent? This was quite possibly one of the most embarrassing moments of your life and it was astonishing at just how many moments from tonight made that list.

It takes you everything to not look at Trent’s reaction but he stays quiet. You find the courage to say, “We actually did.”

“You two were so cute,” Maddie gushes.

Jude jumps up from his seat, “I fuckin’ love this song!” The speaker from inside the house played a very dulled-out song but it was still a bit distinguishable. And suddenly you were thankful for the existence of Jude Bellingham, especially the loud, always-interrupting person he was when he was drunk. He starts dancing alone, his cup still in his hand as he looks towards you, “Come on, dance with me.”

You get up quickly, wanting the comments about Johnny to stop before they get any deeper. Your hand stays intertwined with one of Jude’s as he dances off-beat. He was too drunk to find it or even care about it, you going along with him. The girls cheer out loud for the both of you, and you don’t even want to look at Trent to figure out what he’s thinking about.

And you definitely don’t want to care about what Trent is thinking about when the door opens and Angela comes stumbling out. She dances with the two of you for a few seconds before plopping down beside Trent, in the very seat you were in just seconds before. You can’t help it, you glance in his direction and his eyes are already on yours, stoic but glimmering.

“He’s gonna kill me,” Jude whispers loudly in your ear. You’re almost sure that Trent heard him, but you can’t even think about it because Jude’s body stumbles forward. You try to grip onto his shoulder to steer him upright but his cup goes flying in between the two of you, spilling dramatically on both of your chests.

Gosh, how full was his cup to drench your entire blouse?

“Jude,” you groan.

“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly. He lets go and plops down on the couch, groaning as he holds his head in his hands. Looking down at your blue blouse, you notice just how thin the material of it is and quickly shield your exposed chest with your arm. The girls' eyes widen as they turn looking for something to cover you with. Before you can even think, Trent stands up and brushes your arm and back, motioning you towards the door.

“I—”

“I can give you my jacket.”

You nod, ignoring Angela’s sulking, relieved to get some kind of solution for your problem. Trent intertwines your hands together and leads you to his room—again. His thumb brushing against the back of your hand doesn’t go unnoticed by you, you even look down at where they conjoined. The swooning feeling in your chest comes back.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mutter as you finally reach his bedroom, your arm still splayed across your chest as he closes his door.

He chuckles, “Well Angela does exist so…”

“Trent!” you scold. He digs through his closet and pulls down a dark red hoodie. He slips off the hanger and hands it to you.

“I can um—dry your clothes if you’d like.”

You cringe, “That’s even more mortifying.”

Trent shrugs, “I can be discreet, darling. Plus, why are you suddenly shy after you were practically spitting out everything that was on your mind earlier?”

You snatch the hoodie from his hand, “Earlier my nipples weren’t peeking out of my shirt, Trent.”

He smirks, stifling a chuckle out of his mouth and nodding his head, “I guess that’s true.”

You smack his shoulder with his hoodie and go into his restroom. Only in there did you notice just how ridiculous you looked with the giant stain on your blouse that drenched you. You attempt to squirm out of the shirt but only then do you remember about the stupid few buttons on the back of the shirt. There was no way you were going to be able to twist the shirt without popping a few strands. You grumble, knowing you needed Trent’s help.

“Trent?” you call out softly. There’s some rustling on the other end of the door before he hums out a response. “Do you mind unbuttoning my shirt?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” There was no other way to hold the shirt up without it being on the verge of completely falling once those buttons unclasped. You held onto it for dear life as Trent opened the door hesitantly.

Trent’s fingers tentatively grab a hold of the first button. His fingers feel too big to maneuver such a tiny button out of its threaded loop. The lack of air in the restroom doesn’t seem to help either. He felt like he was choking, as if he was holding onto his breath as he focused on the task and not your bare back.

“Almost done?” you ask, trying to control your shuddering breath. You hoped your back wasn’t a replica of your arms that were now clad in goosebumps.

“I can’t even get the first button,” he spat. His voice was curt, almost agitated that it made you grow a little impatient because he had been trying for a while now. But his voice also seemed to resonate in your ear drums, reverberating back and forth because of how close he was to you. The warmth of the room felt palpable. “My fingers are too big.”

“Just focus harder,” you grit, getting hot.

“That’s what I’m doing.”

You let out a shaky sigh, it catches Trent’s attention and he tries to shudder it away but it only makes his hands shake even more. He rests his palms against your back and it makes you squirm, not expecting the feeling of his hands on your skin.

“Sorry,” he rasps, finally getting his hands to stop shaking and unclasp the first button. “Thank fuck.”

Your knees buckle at his words, him dropping one of his hands to settle onto your waist and stabilize you. Your hips bump into the front of his and you immediately regain balance. His fingertips burn into your waist as he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Think I’m still a little tipsy.”

Trent snorts, “I don’t think so.”

“How would you know?”

His hands go back to work on the second button, “Think you sobered up quite quickly once they mentioned Johnny. Or,” he stops talking and his fingers still, “once Angela walked out. Don’t think I didn’t see your face.”

“I was dancing with Jude, I didn’t even notice her.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles. He makes sure to snicker right into your ear, “Did you forget you danced with her too?”

The last button unclasps and you immediately feel it loosen against your back. You turn around, still clutching onto your shirt, as he wears a lousy smirk. He had caught you in a lie but you weren’t going to let him win just yet.

“Like I said, I’m still a little tipsy I can’t remember.”

Trent’s one-sided grin only grows and his eyes darken from amusement to something else that you can’t quite read. You weren’t familiar with the different emotions of him, only certified in his one stoic facial expression but this was an entirely different person you were meeting tonight. One that you definitely enjoyed. This was the most you ever heard him talk.

His head falls down, glancing at the mirror and then back at you, “Alright then, darling, whatever you say.”

“You’re such an ass,” you whine, pushing him out the door with one hand.

He laughs, “Sober!”

You roll your eyes, wishing the last bit of alcohol gave you the confidence to withstand his gaze. Usually you could banter with him any way you wanted but for whatever reason you felt like you were going to say the wrong thing by accident tonight. You had already slipped up about his eyes and god you hated how you could feel that you were going to say something more. Something potentially less innocent than the color of his eyes. He had a tendency to make you not want to bite your tongue in general.

His hoodie smells a lot like him as you pull it over him, earthy and piney. You bunch your shirt in your hands, and glance at yourself one more time in the mirror before you open the door. Trent leans against his dresser, slipping his phone back into his pocket once you step out.

“Ready to go back out?”

You bite onto your cheek. You weren’t. You seriously didn’t like the way Angela was riling you up for whatever reason. Trent had already said they weren’t dating, shut that idea down quickly but it…gnawed at you? You weren’t even sure what you were feeling.

“No way,” he whispers.

You look up at him and he has an open-mouthed smile on him, was he shocked? But he also looked like he just figured out how to do a hard math problem. Your eyebrows pinch, “What?”

“I didn’t think it was true, but—I heard you talking to Maddie on the balcony when she asked if you were jealous. You lied to her, didn’t you?” There’s a smile on his face that’s he trying to control, as if he were going to burst into a shit-eating grin so wide but he was holding himself back.

Immediately you shake your head, denying, “What?”

And there it is, the laugh. His head falls back too. “Bah, c’mon, don’t try to lie to me now.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he said. His voice drops down an octave, “There’s nothing going on between Angela and I.”

“Why would I be jealous of you and her?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know either.”

Seriously, how could he just hear every damn whisper? There was no way you were going to dig yourself out of this. And quite frankly you were a little fed up, from Jude spilling his drink on you to Trent taking forever in the restroom to undo your shirt. Your patience had run thin.

You groan, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms, “It was the alcohol.”

He chuckles, stepping towards you, “You usually yap, alcohol or none.”

You roll your eyes again, “I was jealous because of how easy it was for you to talk to everyone except me.”

He tilts his head, taking another step towards you until you have to tilt your head to look up at him. His smile is sincere, “We’re talking now. Even if you’re lying just a little, I’ll take it.” He holds up his first two fingers with a small gap between them.

The giggle from your throat can’t help but to escape, despite it being hoarse. His eyebrows barely furrow as he notices it but doesn’t comment on it. Thank goodness.

“Besides,” he continues, “it’s much easier for you to hear me in here than it was out there.” His hands wrap around the hood, pulling it over your head and squeezing the strands together so it tightens around you.

“Trent!” you yell, you only make out the bottom half of his body and it suddenly comes a lot closer. He’s laughing as he nudges you against the wall, but backing off so you don’t feel trapped.

You pull off the hoodie once you find your balance, “What was that for?”

He shrugs so nonchalantly that you push him back. He stumbles onto his bed with the widest smile you had ever seen from him. It looked so unnatural as it was aimed towards you that it made your cheeks feel more incredibly hot.

“Wow,” you breathe out. His eyebrows shoot up, amusing you once again. But those doe eyes catch your attention. They were so expressive without effort and it damn near put you in a trance. A trance that would’ve led you straight into his lap had you two not felt heavy steps coming upstairs.

Trent looked immediately to the door and noticed it wasn’t locked, leaping off his bed and in a few long strides he was locking it. He then turned off the overhead light and used his phone’s screen as a source of light. You hadn’t realized his blinds were open until the moon casts its shadow down into the room.

“What the fuck?” You let out the breath you held after watching him run. There’s a sudden knock on the door and the handle jiggles but it doesn’t bulge.

“Trent, I have to piss man,” Jude pleads. Trent presses his finger to his lips as he glances towards you. You would be lying if this didn’t somehow send adrenaline through you. He was seriously hiding in his bedroom from Jude of all people.

There’s another frantic knock, and then the shoving of the door. Jude’s groan sounds so loud, “You fuckin’ twat.” It’s the last thing he says before he walks down the corridor and Trent chuckles quietly.

“You’re cruel,” you tease, walking towards him. He still hadn’t turned the light back on.

“All the other rooms are open,” he shrugs. “He’ll be fine.” He opts for turning on a lamp, turning it on the lowest setting and it’s so dim that it might as well be off.

As he walks towards his bed, he stops, turning back to you. His eyes narrow slightly as you put your hands on your hips, “What now?”

“You said Johnny and you were just close?” he starts. Of course. “But the picnic?”

“Friends can’t just go on picnics?”

He chuckles, “Did he know that?”

“Well he does now. There’s nothing between us. I didn’t like him like that, the girls just always teased us.”

Trent nods, satisfied with your answer, “Okay, enough about him.”

“Please,” you reply meekly.

“You’re the one who usually talks, maybe you should yap more.”

“Quit saying I yap.”

“Yapping about the weather, about class, about—”

You walk over to his bed and throw a pillow at his head. He goes splatting onto his side, you not realizing just how hard you actually held onto the pillow once you swung. Oops…

But he’s up in an instant, on his feet and pushing you back until you hit your back against the wall. A small ‘oomph’ slips out of your mouth that he lets go of your wrists, looking down at your face with a flash of worry, “Sorry—”

“Asshole.” But god were you so turned on with his chest being merely inches away.

And his face is back, “Oh, you’re okay.”

His watchful gaze looking down at you makes you swallow the slick remark down your throat. Wow. Where were his hands at? And just how far were you from him? It was either his eyes or that stupid useless lamp that made you lose sense of distance.

“Are you…okay?” he rasps. You watch as his throat bobbles as he rakes over your face, making you fight every urge to look away from his hard gaze.

“I’m fine,” you manage. His lip twitches as he glances down, it’s only then did you realize that his hand managed to go around your waist. You didn’t know how you didn’t feel it, especially because it went entirely underneath the hoodie. His bare hand was touching the skin of your back and your throat bubbled as he took his time slipping it out. Do not make a sound. Do not make a sound.

You didn’t have to make a sound to realize his movement awakened every fiber in your body. The hoodie suddenly felt ridiculously hot, like walking outside in the middle of summer with it on. If you weren’t leaning on the wall, you would’ve lost your balance right then and there.

And just as Trent’s fingertips are about to let go of you entirely, he lets them stray. In reality, they only touched such a small space of you but they felt suffocating, as if they were engulfing the entirety of you. Exploring you without hesitancy.

For whatever reason, whatever luck that wasn’t on your side, his lamp began to flicker until it went out completely. And just like that, a sliver of the moon’s light shined on his face.

“Did that—”

“It does that,” he mutters. “It’s old, have to give it a good tap.”

“Oh.”

Words escaped you as you felt him lean a little more into you. The sudden brain that never stopped thinking of a witty response was quiet, only thinking about how close he was. How his eyes seemed so tender. The softest they had ever been before. And gah! Even when there’s so little light his eyes look so brown.

“You had on a nice shirt.”

“Everyone saw my nipples,” you say, wanting to slap your hand over your mouth. Why did you choose to say those words at this very time?

He laughs, it’s gruff and it only goes in one ear, giving you goosebumps on that side. “Well, not everyone.” His head dips closer to your ear. “Only the girls saw them.”

“Then how did you know,” you look up at him as he reels his head back slowly. His fingertips slide to the back of your hip, finally putting his palm down and you stifle what might be a moan. Seriously, you need to get yourself together.

“It wasn’t rocket science to put two and two together, darling.”

And you couldn’t do it anymore. There were so many words and so little touch shared in the time that you’ve been pressed against the wall. You guide his free hand to your waist and settle yours around his neck. There is a brief look of shock in his eyes but it goes away as quickly as it appeared.

His breath hitches as your fingertips scratches the nape of his skin. His eyes flicker down to your lips and if he wasn’t going to make the first move, then hell you might as well go for it. Your hand slips down to his chest, balling up the white fabric and pulling him down. His lips crash onto yours feverishly, his breathing heavy as he pulls you closer to him.

You aren’t expecting to feel him through his jeans when your hips clash, so the gasp that leaves your mouth is unrestrained. God. Your hands are slipping down his chest and finding the hem of his pants but it’s so dark, the moon only shining on his face. His lips graze your neck as he squirms once you press your palm against him. His teeth sink into the skin near your shoulder as you pull on the button of his pants.

Before you could unbutton them, he pries your hands off of them and raises them over your head, pinning them down with just one hand. Did he have to look so hot doing that? You couldn’t help the whimper that left your mouth, him smirking as he pressed his hips further into you. He was so hard that you wondered if he was in pain, and how quickly you could slither out of his grasp and relieve him.

But he pulls back, and the frown you make is by instinct. He brings down your hands slowly to your side and you frown even harder, “Why did you stop?”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m not drunk.”

“Walk in a straight line then,” he jokes, tugging the hem of the hoodie towards him.

You roll your eyes, a grin overtaking your scowl as you let him pull you towards the bed. You were so turned on it was ridiculous. He sits down on the bed and you can make out his head turning in your direction, waiting for you to join him.

“No more teasing,” you warn, unbuttoning your pants and shrugging them off. “Just sex.” You don’t even wait for him to pull you down, you settle in his lap as if you had been in this position many times before with him.

His eyebrows rise at your bright pink underwear, but he’s more amused with your words, “What’s the magic word?”

“Trent,” you grip onto his shoulders tightly as he laughs. His hands settle on your hips, teasing the area of where your panties met the hoodie. “Please.”

“Okay.”

The smile that raises his cheeks is so charming that you can’t help but to gently pinch them. But you kiss him as if he’s withholding coffee from you. So rabidly that he had to fall back onto stretched elbows to keep himself up. He dragged himself up to the center of the bed and pulled you with him.

The two of you groaned at the friction of your hips once you sat back down on him. His hands slipped underneath your—his—hoodie and immediately settled on your hard nipples. They had been bruising against the fabric of the hoodie, so the moan you let out was pure relief as he squeezed them. Your hand already wrapped around the length of him through his boxers.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hiking up his hips and shimming out of his pants. His grip is tight as he then peels off the hoodie, leaving you exposed but it doesn’t take long for him to find your breasts with his mouth and hand. And of course his other hand wandered and teased the hem of your underwear. His knuckles brushed against your clit through the fabric that you didn’t have any shame sinking further onto them and rocking your hips.

Once he flipped the two of you over, his touch was careful but firm. Very attentive to the sweet sounds of your arousal and the whimpers of every touch. He wasn’t shy about being vocal either. Especially when it came to his ragged breathing, the feeling of his breath creating goosebumps on your skin in its wake.

The feeling of his cold chain sliding down your body put you into a frenzy that you almost felt bad for how hard your thighs clamped around his head but he didn’t seem to mind.

And that chain continued to bounce against you with each thrust and that alone had you wrapping your legs around him and pulling him down to kiss you. You could feel his lips turning into a sloppy smile that it made you laugh as you pecked his cheek afterward.

Even if his face radiated with innocence, his hands sliding down to give you one more tease sure didn’t. You squirmed once his thumb landed on your clit and sure as hell wasn’t ready for the sudden pinch of your nipple with his other.

“Oh my god—” his lips slid down your jaw and neck, sucking on the supple skin. You didn’t even care if he marked you, your attention so far gone because between the feeling of him so deep inside you, his thumb circling your clit, fingers alternating between a pinch and a ghost of a touch around your nipple, and his warm mouth and breath on your neck, you weren’t even sure what to focus on. It all felt so unreal.

And yet somehow he held you as you rode out the numbing feeling taking over you. Vision clouding as you felt him slip out of you as he tenderly massaged your breasts and then let out a small gasp as he came as well. He nuzzled his lips onto your cheek and neck, breath heavy as he collapsed beside you. He pulled you closer to him and then ran his hands over your thighs in a soothing manner.

God. You almost wanted to cry at how euphoric you felt but there was no way you were going to let go of that much pride in one night.

His eyes flutter open as you already look back at him. He lets out a shy laugh, “Didn’t expect you to be so quiet.”

“I was shocked the entire time.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“In the best way.”

He beams, pulling you closer to him and kissing your forehead, “Seeing you in my fucking hoodie. I couldn’t control myself anymore.”

“I was waiting for you to rip it off of me,” you sassed.

“I knew I should’ve bent you over in the restroom and fucked the brat out of you.”

“I’d love to see you try,” you encouraged and he picked his head up, surely offended, but you were on the tallest cloud that you didn’t care. “Plus, your hands were shaking so much that I don’t think—”

Trent shut you up with his lips. His hands taut around your neck as he shushes you in the way he should’ve done hours ago.

Come Monday morning, you were starting to grow restless staring at the empty seat next to you. Trent had a minute to spare before class started and he should’ve been here a minute ago. The two of you texted over the weekend, nothing spectacular but nothing too boring. You hoped you hadn’t bothered him with too many words and scared him away. Maybe your watch was a minute behind—

A white cup suddenly lands harshly in front of you, a strong hand wrapped around it until they let go. The smell of coffee seeps out of it so strongly that it itches your brain. You look over to see Trent, a frantic but bashful smile on his face as he sits down, never taking his eyes off of you. He has his own cup as well.

“That rain, such a sudden downpour,” he chimes. “So heavy that I almost ran late.”

You can’t help that gleeful smile that stretches all the muscles of your cheeks that you don’t know existed; you must’ve look crazy, you are sure. Every facial muscle hurt in that second but you don’t care as you wrap your arms around him. He laughs as he pecks your cheek and then gives your waist a squeeze.

It was sunny outside. No chance of rain or even a cloud.

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

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

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judeloverr · 6 months

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not without you- trent alexander arnold

summary: not being able to sleep your boyfriend persists on helping you out

pairings: trent alexander arnold x reader word count: 1.7k

an: not sure how i feel about this, kinda hate it

the light snoring of your boyfriend directly against your ear who lay beside you was one of the many things that kept you awake on this saturday early morning, grazing your freshly done nails along trent arms which was lay across your stomach you turned your head to your bed side table alarm clock.

3:38

you go back to staring up at the ceiling attempting to fall asleep by counting the imaginary sheep in your head. you feel trents arms tighten around you and his face nuzzle more into your neck even though there wasn’t any more room, since yesterday afternoon he had been clinging to you like a koala bear, no reason whatsoever. you thought maybe because he was going away for 2 days for an important match you weren’t complaining of course the extra affection of your boyfriend always made you happy, just thinking about it made you want to sleep and cuddle up next to him but you simply just couldn’t. you stare up at the ceiling taking a deep breath in and exhaling quietly, envying trent at the moment.

you carefully remove trents arm from around your waist, placing it down on the bed, while you shift yourself from under him and get out of the bed trent makes a weird sound and turns to be on his side on the bed where he never normally sleeps. you place your bare feet on the cold ground, shivers travelling up your body, and move towards the kitchen.

the light from the kitchen makes you squint slightly not used to the bright light due to lying in the dark for the past 3 hours. dragging your feet across the floor, making your way towards the cupboard. you grab a glass and fill it up with cold water and instantly drinking all of it, after wiping your mouth with the back of your hand the feeling of warm hands on the side of your thighs make you jump out of your skin, gasping sharply and bringing your hand to your heart you feel trent place his head in between your neck and shoulder blades. his hands rub against your skin and move up your body and underneath your shirt which was paired with a pair of panties. you feel his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze softly.

not saying anything you lean against his chest, feeling a hoodie he must have put on instead of his bare chest which he went to bed with. “why aren’t you in bed?” trent asked quietly due to being muffled by your neck. you place your hands on his, rubbing his skin with the pan of your fingers. “hm?” he lifts his head and turn to look at the side of your face. you turn your head to look at his seeing his eyes still puffy from sleep and the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head.

“can’t sleep, its fine don’t worry about me” you reply lifting your hand up and trace his lips with the pad on your thumb while your other hand holds his, still clutching onto you. you lean closer to him, placing a light kiss on his lips, his lips soft pulling away to nudge your nose against his lovingly then turning to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing trents hands to go on your lower back and underneath your shirt tracing shapes along your skin.

trent leans in this time a gives you a light kiss then trailing another one across your check before pulling away and looking into your eyes again. “no until you do, not without you”

you sigh in frustration and look at him pleading with your eyes, you scratch his neck lightly “you have a match and you are going away, you need all the sleep trent” you can see him going all sleepy just by the scratch of his neck, trent leans forward placing his forehead on your shoulder.

“yeah” he pauses “with you in the bed” he murmurs.

“how do you sleep when im not there then?” he lifts his head from your shoulder and cheekily smiles. a giddy feeling settling in your stomach.

“why do you think i always call you when i go to bed?” he states and cocks his head to the left questioning you, a grin appears on your face, hands moving to his shoulders and squeezing them slightly, relaxing him once again.

“but why can’t you sleep?” he questions concern written over his face, he raises his eyebrows waiting for a explanation , his hands moving to your waist now.

you shrug your shoulders “don’t know”

“mh”

“i really don’t know trent, i think work mostly, its stressing me out and just normal other things” trent nods his head not really knowing what to say, he turns to look outside to the pitch black garden, a comforting silence is created when trent doesn’t reply but is broken when his breaks into a little laugh and turns to look back at you.

“my snoring keep you awake?” you laugh a little, reaching out and rubbing his cheek softly.

“yeah always” you reply with a roll of your eyes. a silence appears again, you lean your head against his muscly chest, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding your place there.

“you want tea?” he questions looking down at you, you shake your head. a whine comes from the back of your throat as trent steps back from your guys embrace, a bit annoyed as you were comfortable with leaning on him. he grabs your hand squeezing softly and starts to pull you away from the sink counter.

“come on, we’ll go back to bed” you try not to go with him, knowing you won’t be able to fall asleep and you will just be lying there all night while he sleeps peacefully next to you.

you groan and drag your feet while he turns off the light, rounding the corner and start to make his way up the stairs towards your bedroom. “but i wont be able too”

trent shrugs his shoulders looking down at you a smile creeping up on his face as he watches you slowly make your way up the stairs “then well stay up and talk, you dont have work”

“you need to though, you leaving in the morning” you stop walking up the stairs, pausing half way up and look at your boyfriend who looks like he desperately needs sleep.

‘don’t worry about me, i can sleep on the coach” you pulls you with more force, you grumble under your breath once you make it to the top of the stairs. trent pauses at you, looking down at you raising his eyebrows once again waiting for you to start complaining.

“no trent, its not fa-“ you start but is cut off by him leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. the sudden movement making you jump slightly “shush” he says against your lips and grabs the side of your head, tilting your head back as he moves his lips against yours slowly. he tongue traces against your bottom lip swallowing a moan that escaped your mouth. you pull away, out of breath. “trent”

“don’t worry about me” he says pressing one more kiss to your mouth. you opened your mouth to say something else. “come on, stop complaining ill get you to sleep”

you roll your eyes at his persistence and you allow him to pull you into your shared bedroom, darkness filling your eyes, you glance towards the alarm clock which you had been staring at all night now reading 4:00am which also gives a small light showing you where trent is.

“trent you have to ben awake in 4 hours’ you point to the clock. you watch as he removes his hoodie revealing his bare chest which made your head dizzy every time this man would get dressed or undressed infront of you. you watch as his arms move quickly to move the duvet and slotting himself into the bed and pulling the covers over himself. he sits up on his pillow glancing at you the patting the side of your bed indicating you to get in.

“come on then” you place one knee on the bed and start to crawl to him, a cheeky grin as his thoughts went all dirty. “last time you crawling to me we-“

“trent stop it” a giggle left his mouth as he watched you get under the covers next to him. he moves to lie on his back, grabbing your upper thigh and moving it to go over his body. moving closer to him, feeling his body heat without even touching him, you place you head on his chest and arm over his chest. a huff leaves your mouth as you feel trent hand go up and down your thigh then proceed to go to your ass and pat it lightly a couple of times.

“hands to your self arnold” you move your head closer into his chest, his heartbeat calming you slightly. he doesn’t say anything and moves his hand back to your thigh makes shapes along your skin. you feel trents breathing even out, lift your head to see his eyes closed. you roll your eyes at him and attempt to move out of his hold but as you move trents hand grips your thigh and his hand around your back pushes you back into his chest, smudging your cheek into his bare skin.

“not asleep yet baby” you hum as a reply, feeling trents fingers trace your back and press a couple of kisses to your forehead. just to try you shut your eyes, focusing on trents hand over your body, moving along your things and on your back and the way his lips pressed against your skin. the movement of his chest and heartbeat coasting through your ears brought a yawn out of your mouth.

“i love you” you heard trent say and you eventually fell into the states of tiredness which had taken you about 5 hours to get in.

“love you more”

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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.

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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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about time

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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