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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A False Accusation

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They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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My Masterlist🤍

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ladymarycrawley · 7 months

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✨Welcome to my masterlist ✨

Here you'll find all my writing, you can send your requests as well as your url + the players you'd like to get all the updates about (in case you'd like to be added to the tag list) here (tag list)

Please note that I write only if I'm comfortable with the requests I'm getting and the player you'll ask me to write about.

Thanks for reading it, hope you enjoy it 💕

Mason Mount

John Stones

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Ben Chilwell

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janeleclerc · 1 year

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: ̗̀➛ JANE’S CHRISTMAS PROMPTS LIST

my christmas prompts list! all the prompts and info needed below the cut. you will have twenty prompts.

☃️ request in my asks!

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✎ PROMPTS:

1- “Not to panic you or anything, but we’re standing underneath a mistletoe.”

2- “Come to my Christmas dinner party, yeah? I’d appreciate it.”

3- “No, don’t put the red star, use the yellow,”

4- “Look at these designs of Christmas cookies... don’t just nod, you know I want us to bake them.”

5- “Love, I’m coming back home for Christmas,”

6- “Look... it’s snowing,”

7- “I’m definitely not your secret santa, what do you mean...?”

8- “Did you receive my Christmas present?”

9- “Let’s make some snow angels!”

10- “Hot chocolate with marshmallows in front of the fire looks amazing at the moment.”

11- “Could you help me arrange the Christmas tree?”

12- “I asked for you to help me with decorating the house, not turn on Mariah Carey and dance around!”

13- “Look, I got us matching Christmas pajamas and socks!”

14- “Better get the cookies and milk ready for Santa,”

15- “If I don’t end up on Santa’s nice list, I will be deeply offended.”

16- “Wake up, it’s Christmas!”

17- “This folder contains all of the Christmas movies, pick one.”

18- “Why are you laying down in front of the Christmas tree like that?”

19- “Open your door, the Christmas presents are heavy,”

20- “This is our first Christmas together, so I wanted to make it rather special.”

✎ RULES FOR REQUESTING:

1- You can pick up to maximum five prompts per request.

2- I may write requests for anyone who isn’t mentioned in the list below, request them and I’ll see if I can.

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4- Open to write about families and kids.

5- Please specify in my asks that the request is for the Christmas prompts list.

✎ WHO I CAN WRITE FOR:

─ * means I may write NSFW for them. If the * symbol isn’t included beside the name, then I won’t be writing any NSFW themes for them. If it’s someone not on the list that you have requested, I most likely will not be writing any NSFW themes for them.

Lewis Hamilton*

Charles Leclerc*

Carlos Sainz*

Daniel Ricciardo*

Arthur Leclerc

Trent Alexander-Arnold*

Kostas Tsimikas*

Darwin Nunez*

Mason Mount*

Jude Bellingham

Fabio Carvalho

🎄 I will stop taking requests for this prompt list on December 15th, 2022. Feel free to request up until that date!

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jane-gunson123 · 2 years

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Footballer master list

T.A.A

Jack Grealish

Jordan Henderson

Mason Mount

#jack grealish #jack grealish x reader #england national football team #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander-arnold imagines #jordan henderson #jordan henderson imagines #mason mount imagine #declan rice

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judithhhh · 3 months

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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

ynalexanderarnold

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ynalexanderarnold vacation week!

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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

messages

trent

tell me i jst hallucinated your post pls

you

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

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

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trentarnold66 yeah it is

judebellingham hey trent my brother 😁

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user738 trent is probably puking rn

jobebellingham hey yn

ynalexanderarnold hey jobeee

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messages

trent

try your usual bullshit w my sister i swear

jude

im rlly serious ab her mate, i wouldn't do that

trent

yh good not too serious tho

jude

don't worry i won't make u an uncle anytime soon

trent

shut up you're not helping your case

jude

sorry 😞

few months after

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ynalexanderarnold baecation except trent and jobe ruined it

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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 not in laws

judebellingham

we're family i know ❤️❤️

trentarnold66

gtfo

judebellingham

love u too mate

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hamiltonells · 23 days

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ALWAYS ~ JUDE BELLINGHAM

[sort of based of this request! so thank you for request. please let me know what you think! always welcome to criticism, also let me know if you would like a series based or this little family! 🍓]

[SUMMARY: being soon to be parents is hard especially being so young as well, but Jude and y/n takes everything in their stride]

[WARNINGS: fluff, smut, morning sickness? not edited, swearing spelling mistakes? ]

You’re feet shuffled across the cold kitchen flooring as you soothed your bump with one hand and held a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in the other, Your seven -month bump slightly peaking out of Jude’s shirt.

“Are you still okay for tomorrow, beautiful?” Jude’s voice reaches out over the FaceTime call, as you sitback down on the sofa and put the blanket over your bump.

With Jude being in Madrid, it was decided that you would have dinner at his parents' house in England. Due to your frequent travels between England and Madrid, you rarely have the opportunity to spend time with his family, especially with his mother being in the middle.

you placed the laptop on your lap during the ongoing FaceTime call with Jude, “Yeah all good jude, what time is your flight back” your voice grew tired with every sentence you speak.

“flight is about four in the morning will get back home at seven”Jude's voice making you grow even more tired and relaxed.

You knew it was difficult for Jude to balance being at the top of the football world and being a father at just twenty years of age, but he never complained about it once

It was unexpected for you to become pregnant, and it came as a surprise since you are only nineteen and Jude is twenty years old, but you both took it as your little blessing.

"Is my little one okay? It seems like she's wearing Mommy out" Jude's voice echoes through the FaceTime call, "we're okay, just tired and the usual sickness," your voice tiredly drawls out.

Since discovering you were pregnant, you have been experiencing severe nausea, even if it was morning or night It felt like a constant battle to keep any food down, and the smell of certain foods would instantly trigger your gag reflex.

"Plus, we miss daddy a lot," you said "fuck,don't do that voice, it turns me on" he added with a rough accent, you tutted “better hurry up home then”

"I'll be back home shortly, my Love," he said in his gentle Birmingham accent.

you was sound asleep when you heard the keys jingle in the door, the door open and Jude's footsteps slowly and carefully plodding up the stairs.

You hear Jude carefully open the door to the bedroom where you both share. As you shuffle yourself up to sit against the headboard, you reach for the switch to switch on the lamp, and you switch it on.

"What are you doing awake?" Jude's tired voice broke the silence of the room. You turned to see him rubbing his eyes, looking disheveled and exhausted.

"I missed you, heard you trying to be quiet" you admitted "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb you" he replied, a sheepish smile on his face.

"You could never disturb me. I always want to hear your voice." you said softly, Moving to swing your legs out of bed holding your pregnant belly as you trying to ignore the persistent pressure on your bladder.

You sigh, knowing you have to get out of bed to relieve yourself.

“oi what you doing, let me help” Jude’s voice fills your ears, as he rushes to be by your side, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, supporting your weight.

As he presses a soft kiss to your head, Your loving Jude gently helps you out of bed and guides you to the bathroom, making sure you don't trip over your own feet.

Once you’ve emptied your bladder, you get back into bed with a kiss on the cheek from Jude.

You snuggle into the bed sheets, Jude’s bare back now facing you as he’s rambling on about something with his toothbrush in his mouth, you don’t realise your eyes have started to close until you feel the bed dip beside you.

“Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you again” Jude whispered as he pulled the duvet over the pair of you, with your back facing Jude he slides his arms around you and on to your bump.

"I love you and we both missed you," you murmur softly in response to him, you feel him snuggle into your neck as he presses a soft kiss there.

“hey Jobe”you slightly laugh out his name as he opens the door only to be thrown into a headlock by his own brother, the pair of them shuffling into the living room as they play fight with each other.

You shut the front door and clean your feet on the doormat before untying your shoelaces and removing your shoes.

You enter the living room and see the two brothers sitting on the sofa with a sour expression and Denise giving them a look.

"Y/n, lovely seeing you again” Denise greets you warmly as she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway “you look amazing, not long left now” she hugs you as you smile and look down, “thank you Denise” you gushed as you sat in between Jude and Jobe.

“only a couple more months left, did Jude show you the scan pictures” you continued.

"Yeah, he did," she replied with a smile. "They're amazing, aren't they? I can't believe how much the baby has grown already."

"I know, it's incredible," you said, excitement evident in your voice. "I can't wait to meet him or her."

"As long as they don't look like Jude, they will be alright" Jobe joked “You’re literally like a mini Jude, Jobe” You laughed as you put your hand onto Jude’s thigh.

“It's nice to know that I can actually grow a beard at the moment" Jude mumbles to himself, but loud enough so that Jobe can hear, "you call that a beard" Jobe laughs as he’s dodging Jude's kick.

As Denise calls all of you over for dinner, Jude gets up first to assist you up, putting one hand on your back as he guides you over to the dinner table, he sits next to you his hand on your thigh.

Mark, Jude’s dad is sat across from you, making slight conversation as you start eating your food.

As you took another bite of your food, your stomach churned you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, you reach out to take a sip of your water to hopefully wash it down.

But as the night went on, the feeling only got worse, your hand went straight over your mouth mumbling your apologies as you rush through the house to get to the bathroom.

He trails behind you, apologizing to his family before heading to the bathroom to assist you, gently rubbing circles on your back as you lean over the toilet, feeling him gather your hair up in his hands.

“you okay baby?” His voice soothing you, you lean back into him breathless as the embarrassment washes over you.

”Jude, I am deeply embarrassed. Your mother and your entire family are under the impression that I became sick because of the meal she cooked.“You convey your concern by covering your face with your hands.

“she doesn’t think that, don’t be stupid they know your struggling with your pregnancy” Jude tries to calm your down by wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both sit in the bathroom floor.

“You okay y/n?” Denise’s worried voice makes you look up, as you see her standing in the doorway “she’s okay mum, bit tired though I think” Jude answers for you as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'll set up Jude's room for you both, and maybe it'll be best if you stay overnight, I'll bring some lemonade up to help it helped my morning sickness with Jobe" Denise smiles at you .

In a pair of shorts and an old shirt, you lay on the bed of Jude's old bedroom, covered in the familiar smell of his old clothes.

Jude is right next to you, scrolling through his phone on his lap with his hand on your inner thigh as he softly squeezes it, as he as he speaks with Jobe who is laying across the end of the bed, who is also scrolling on his phone.

"How much longer do you have left?" Jobe asks quietly as you open your eyes to his voice. "Just a little over a month, why are you excited, Uncle Jobe?" you playfully respond.

he just hums to your question, focusing back on whatever was on his phone.

The next thing you notice is Jude placing his phone on his bedside table, and then shuffles over and settles his head on your chest while his hands go straight to shirt to lift it up, his hands go to your bump to soothe it.

In your hands, you are gentle touching the ends of his hair gently twisting it and reaching to his scruffy beard gently scratching it as he hums softly to.

When he presses a soft kiss against your bump, your unborn baby gives him a small kick as they responds to his kisses

“Did you feel that?” Jude’s face snaps around to face you as he realizes what has happened “yeah, going to be like there daddy” you smile as you stroke his cheek.

“what? let me feel, move Jude” Jobe says as he rushes to your side and he places his own hand on your bump he pushes Jude's hands away as he presses his own against the bump.

“Jobe, fucking hell it's my kid.” Jude leans down for a for a kiss before getting up and making his way to the bathroom. You giggle as you see Jude's scrunched up face as he gets up and goes to the bathroom.

you’ve just gotten into bed when Jude come in with a glass of water and places it on your bedside table, “mum says goodnight” you hum to answer him while tugging him down to yourself.

"Careful," he laughs as he catches himself on his hands as he's above you, your hands go around his neck as you press a kiss to his lips.

His laughter fades into a soft sigh as he leans in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours once more before he puts his face into your neck and presses a few light kisses.

“You have a good day, baby?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck “the best thank j” you the nickname you call him slides off your tongue easily.

Jude hums“I love you so bloody much”

“I love you more” you giggle even more when be nips your neck.

He seals your lips together once more, using his knees to spread your thighs a bit further apart for him as he spreads them apart.

In the midst of your kiss, he lets out a breathy moan, courtesy of the fingers which are holding his face, interrupting your kiss with a breathy moan.

Jude utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging your hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against your side.

your lift your back up, and he settles it under your lower back and bum to prop you up. Fortunately for him, he has had extensive experience navigating the challenges of your pregnant belly.

he grips your shorts and carefully pulls them off, taking your knickers off and softly pressing a kiss to your thigh in the progress.

Settling between your thighs, Jude giggles when you wraps your legs around his hips and tugs him closer.

Jude’s body hovers over yours , love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through your folds, groaning at how slick you’ve become.

“Oh fuck” you whisper into Jude’s ear, biting back a grin as Jude grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling you.

Jude smiles as their chests are pressed together, enjoying the feeling of their stomachs touching while he guides himself into your slit.

Jude hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey you are for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have you this desperate for him and his touch.

“Need to be quiet, Jobe next door” he whispered as a moan ripped though your body.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He made a gentle backward slip, pulling the hips back gently as he slipped forward again, his breath stuttering as he dutifully slipped forward once again.

Guiding him, you softly release a moan, lowering one hand to the lower part of his back. With a whisper that tickles his ear, you affirm, "Jude, So so good." Tickled by the sensation, he squirms slightly and responds with a small laugh.

Jude soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between yourself, "made for being wrapped me huh?" And jude thinks nothing ever been truer.

Your arms were made to hold him, youe hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and your heart was made to completely consume his.

you reached your high before him, rolling your hips up to try and bring him to the edge, grinding down into your heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in your walls.

Jude knows you’re watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes “sorry baby, too tired for another one” he breathes into your neck.

As you nod and brush the sweaty spots from his forehead to soothe him and just like that, he is already able to feel lighter. He never has to sorry with you, you’ll always be here for him.

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꒰꒰‧₊˚𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 ─ 𝐓𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ people find out about the former relationships of two of the best altheltes in the world and they can't help but pray they get back together ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ trent alexander arnold x fem! scouse! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ btw a bezzie means a bestie if any of you were wondering also part 2 coming soon so till then enjoy ❩

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nothingbut_yn

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nothingbut_yn night on the town with my bezzie 🤪

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trentarnold66 bezzie 4 life 🤪 ⤷ user what happened...

user god why did you take this it couple for us

user COME BACK WE MISS YOU GUYSSSS

user what I would give to have lived in this era of them

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nothingbut_yn

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nothingbut_yn bezzie to bae 💞

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trentarnold66 I love you baby ❤️ ⤷ user WHERE DID THIS LOVE GOOOOOO

user they were so cute 💔

user they were the parents I need but can't have

user brb imma go cry rn

user okay jokes over...now get back together

user my mother has divorced my father. sobs.

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nothingbut_yn

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nothingbut_yn nothing breaks like a heart 💔

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user no trent comment...

user oh baby :(

user noooo my parents

user WHAT HAPPENED

user heartbreaks lead to happiness and success down the line and Y/N is a perfect case of that

user god plz bring these two back together

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trentarnold66 and yourinstagram . 4hrs ago

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taasgirl · 1 month

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girlfriend, or girl that's a friend? - trent alexander arnold

summary: y/n is klopps duaghter and is in a cheeky relationship with mr arnold

liked by virgilvandijk, taylorhinds, maryearps, and 35, 928 others ynusername i bleed red

trentarnold66 I think everyone bleeds red, love

user56783 Y/N is so incredibly real for that second slide

dominikszoboszlai Surely you leak the starting lineup for next week

user01382 Y/N IS THE MOMENTTTTT

user45292 she's so incredibly real

taylorhinds my bb

ynusername TAYLORRRRR

liked by liverpoolfc, virgilvandijk, andyrobertson, and 338, 012 others trentarnold66 New kits are freshhhh #dad

ynusername minecraft?

user69132 y/n saying what everyone's thinking

ynusername why are there more photos of u and my dad than me and him??

liverpoolfc 🔥🔥

liked by alemacallister, missybokearns, sadiomane, and 44, 291 others ynusername yk its bad when gameday is the only day out

user82031 aww soft launch

liverpoolfc Up the Y/N

leahwilliamson god y/n you can tie ur own laces

ynusername can you tie the other one for me

user05682 y/n don't post about liverpool challenge go! liked by ynusername

liked by user66293, user79281, user91320, and 376 others user17320 my honest reaction to THAT photo of trent...

user80131 real

ynusername guys trust I was as shocked as u

user63821 When u find out the deets, let us know

liked by liverpoolfcw, firmino, virgilvandijk, and 3, 892, 036 others liverpoolfc From the archive... Our 2019/2020 Prem win 🤩

trentarnold66 😍😍

ynusername what a day

user60120 there's not one photo where trent looks bad in liked by ynusername

liked by harveyelliot, mosalah, leahwilliamson, and 33, 809 others ynusername atp my phone is harvey's phone too.

harveyelliott The way that this isn't even a fraction of them 🤣

trentarnold66 Where's our selfie @ harveyelliott??

user56283 bless darwin he looks so shocked 😭😭

liked by ynusername, judebellingham, niko, and 549, 730 others trentarnold66 Life as of late.

chunkz My boyyyyy 🔥

user02391 WHO THE FUCKKKKK

ynusername JUMPSCARE

user68293 there is so much in this dump to unpack...

liked by dominikszoboszlai, sadiomane, trentaronld66, and 47, 287 others ynusername king of my heart, body and soul

trentarnold66 woah pda 🚨

ynusername can you stfu???

user69323 y/n and trent soft launching their partners rn i cant

dominikszoboszlai Cuties

liked by virgilvandij, liverpoolfc, ynusername, and 293, 736 others andyrobertson Mi familia

user79213 SORRY???? IS THAT Y/N AND TRENT??

ynusername ANDREW

user02831 huh?

liked by pedri, lottewubbenmoy, darwinnunes, and 66, 872 others ynusername since everyone was so curious @ trentarnold66

trentarnold66 hey baby

user23392 This disgusts me (i'm actually v happy)

andyrobertson IM SORRY

liked by ynusername, dominikszoboszlai, gavi, and 2, 763, 932 others trentarnold66 Finally this soft launch thing is over

trentarnold66 She's so pretty

user61932 the way he commented this on his own post

ynusername 🩷

user76302 my question is - how does klopp feel about this???

put in reqs! i'm working on 'say something pt4' so stay tunned. lmk if you liked this!

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mum's emotions — taa

summary: pent-up emotions and frustrations as a first-time mom finally surface when you find yourself in the familiar arms of trent

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

notes: my first ever post on here. didn't really come out the way i intended, idrk if i like it, but let me know what you guys think!!

what you felt was wrong. you knew it was wrong on so many levels. you couldn't help but feel the way you did though. seeing trent take care of your baby so naturally, as if he'd experienced being a father before, sparked something inside of you that you didn't know you were capable of feeling. you couldn't tell if it was anger, disappointment or jealousy. all you could think of was how come i carried that baby for 9 months, just to be the worst mother of all time?

trent noticed your frustrations. he could tell when he'd come home from training and you'd greet him coldly or shoot daggers when he'd steal the baby from you, the cries stopping as soon as he held her in his arms, so gently. you were never the type to verbalise your feelings and trent knew not to push you to that point either, but he also knew you were slowly reaching your limit. he wished he could stay home more often to help you out, to take some of the workload off of you, but his schedule didn't allow him to.

"look she smiled," trent turned your daughter to face you, unaware that you had been observing them for the past two minutes. their smiles resembled so much, something you had prayed for way before getting pregnant.

it took everything in you to fake a smile, masking the emptiness you felt inside. trent could sense your mind was racing, your silence speaking louder than words. his heart ached seeing you in this state, reminiscing on the bubbly version of you prior to giving birth.

"she can sense your emotions you know," trent spoke after getting no reaction from you, walking over to where you stood, with your daughter against his chest, "when mum's stressed, she will be too, i read it somewhere." you felt vulnerable as trent towered over you, trying his best to read your facial expressions. you hadn't been too verbal lately, with trent having to rely on body language. he had no clue the reason you hadn't been verbal was the inability to hold in tears whenever trent would try and have a conversation about anything baby related. instead of confiding in him, you chose to distance yourself.

you didn't know how much longer you could hold everything in though, and without a single warning, you felt your eyes well up, a burning sensation confirming that your tear-filled eyes had turned bloodshot red by now. trent was caught off guard, not knowing what to do next. this was the first time you'd shown a different emotion than anger and annoyance since the baby had arrived.

trent's first instinct was to put the baby down on the playmat, before engulfing you into an embrace you didn't realise you needed until your face sunk into trent's chest, the all too familiar scent and sense of warmth, comfort and security washing over you. you sobbed into his shirt, his large hands caressing your back as he tried soothing you.

"please talk to me babe, tell me what's on your mind," trent begged and for the first time since bringing your daughter home, you thought of trent, instead of yourself. you thought about how he must've felt, being a first time parent himself and having to deal with taking care of the baby on one hand, but on the other hand having to deal with an angry, irritated girlfriend, not knowing what exactly is going on because you simply did not communicate with him. you could only imagine how scary and lonely it must have been for him.

"i just need a break," you sobbed, barely audible but you knew if anyone would understand you, it would be trent. "i don't know what i'm doing, i don't know if i'm feeding her correctly, i don't know if i'm dressing her warm enough, all she does is cry and i have no idea what she wants. i'm just a shit mother, i wasn't made for this." you took the opportunity to dump all of your frustrations.

"stop, don't say that," trent pried you off of him to create a little distance as he held your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "you're doing great, i promise. she's alive, she's healthy, that means you're doing a good job." trent tried reassuring you, your breath shaky from all the sobbing. "she's crying, because she senses your emotions," you melted into trent's hands, the eyes you were so in love with fixated on yours, making your surroundings disappear, "she just wants you to be happy, we both do." guilt was the next thing you felt.

you felt guilty because you'd left trent in the dark, taking your frustrations out on him, while all he wanted to do was help, "i'm so exhausted trent, i can't remember last time i slept a full night," you continued your rant, "i miss just cuddling with you and not be interrupted," you could see the corner of trent's lips turn upwards, igniting the same warm, fuzzy feeling you'd been feeling ever since the first day you'd met; the one thing that hadn't changed since the birth of your baby. trent placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before placing your head on his chest once more, "you know, i have a day off tomorrow, i can ask my mum to babysit and we could just stay in bed all day," trent suggested, earning a chuckle from you.

you could feel trent's heart beat against your temple and as you further sunk into his arms, you realised just how blessed you really were. you couldn't imagine having a baby with anyone other than trent, the idea of building a family with him easing your mind. he was everything you wanted and from the moment you told him you were pregnant, you knew that you and your baby were in safe hands. and that was all that mattered.

"i would love that," you looked up, pressing your lips to his luscious ones in a kiss you didn't know you craved.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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Messages From Her Ex

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent has her phone with him when some messages from her ex pop up on the screen.

Everything was going well. Trent was listening to a song with a headphone on as Jordan talked to the camera, giving answers to some questions about him—they were trying to figure out which one of them knew each other better. They were shooting YouTube content before the training session today, and honestly, Trent had been having fun so far.

But the fun immediately ended for Trent, when he saw a notification pop up on the phone.

The phone belonged to her. Her. A staff from the media team, whom Trent had had a crush on for so long, whom he had been going on dates with for a while. He knew the phone was hers, not only because she was the one who gave it to him, but also because he was familiar with the yellow phone case with her initials printed on the back.

More importantly, he knew her ex-boyfriend’s name. He got real alarmed when the name showed on the screen with a couple of messages that said:

Please just think about it

I meant everything I said. I’m still in love with you

Trent’s stomach did the uneasiest dip. He lost his focus in an instant, it went chaotic inside his head. He wasn’t supposed to read those—he only meant to use the phone to change the song—but he did and he read them thrice to make sure that he saw it right. Trent looked so dazed and upset for the rest of the shoot, at some point Jordan needed to ask if he was okay. He made up an excuse, saying he might have eaten something wrong at lunch.

With a worried look painted all over her face, she asked the same question after the shoot had ended. He must’ve been acting really strange and God knows how the video would turn out but he couldn’t care less. There was a more important matter that he was already dying to get out of his chest. But he still had a microphone on him so he gave her the same answer. He excused himself and quickly left the room.

—

Obviously, he didn’t do well at training. He had hoped that focusing on training would make him forget about those messages but he was wrong. He kept making mistakes, his teammates yelled at him a lot but he didn’t even have the will to defend himself.

Training was done for the day. After taking a brisk shower and doing some more contemplating, Trent decided to look for her.

He was just walking around trying to look casual, and luckily he caught her walking to the first team’s restaurant, so he followed suit. She stopped at the fruit bar and was getting herself a bowl of fruit salad. Trent didn’t even bother to announce his presence and copied what she was doing.

“You okay?” If earlier she was worried when she asked him the question, this time she asked with a flat and dull tone.

“Yeah.” He simply shrugged.

She took a few seconds to stare at him before she slightly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re okay.”

“Why do you think so?” Trent stared back.

She let out a sigh. “Because you read the texts on my phone. The ones from my ex,” she muttered before leaving him to search for a table. Trent felt his heart slowly sinking.

She chose a table in the corner of the room to give herself—and Trent—a little bit of privacy. Everyone knew they were friends so it wouldn’t be odd for anyone to see them sitting together. There was barely anyone in the restaurant too since it was out of meal time, so even if the conversation they were about to have got a bit tense somehow, it would be safe from anyone’s ears.

“I didn’t mean to read them,” Trent said. “I was looking at the screen and they just popped out.”

She was silently munching on her salad. She looked sour, but Trent couldn’t quite figure whether it’s more of sadness, anger, or something else.

“Is he reaching out to you again?” Trent asked. “Has he been bothering you? What is he asking you?”

“He’s just… Been messaging me. Saying sorry and that he… Regrets everything. He’s just saying everything he’d said before,” she answered hesitantly.

“And that he’s still in love with you?” He remembered the exact line that still made his blood boil every time he thought about it. He actually felt sick. “Is he trying to get you back? After everything he’s done to you?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really been responding to him.” She shrugged. “I have work to do, I don’t really have time to think about it.”

“Well, that’s good, maybe– Maybe you shouldn’t. If– If you feel bothered maybe you should just block him or something, don’t give him access to you.”

She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She didn’t answer, taking a sip of her glass of water instead. “Trent, I understand your concern. I really do. But I can handle this, okay?” She said, staring at him. “I’m sorry, but I would really appreciate it if you let me handle this myself.”

Trent instantly fell silent, clenching his jaw shut. It sounded like she was trying to put him in his place; he certainly felt so. He dropped his gaze as he felt a pang of guilt about the way he was acting. Maybe he’d actually crossed the line.

His reactions and actions weren’t without any reasons. They hadn’t only been going to casual dates—they’d actually talked about going for a more serious relationship. Work had to come first at the moment for both of them but they were slowly and surely going there. There was some sort of commitment between them, hence all his concerns and worries surfacing when her ex-boyfriend came back to the picture.

But whether Trent liked it or not, her ex-boyfriend was none of his business. He had no right to meddle with it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Trent mumbled. “I was– I was just worried about you. I don’t want you to– I’m hoping that you won’t give him a chance to hurt you again.” He nervously fumbled out the words before meeting her gaze again. “He hurt you, he’d taken so much from you.”

“And I’m the last person who’s gonna forget about that.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “I need you to trust me a bit more, Trent.”

“Okay.” Trent nodded. “Yeah. Right. I just want you to know that I’m here, so… I’m right here for you. Please don’t let him in again.”

She was silent for a moment. But then she made a bold move to quickly reach out for Trent’s hand across the table and give it a squeeze, making Trent’s heart jump. “I’ve made my choice. And I know it’s gonna be the best not just for me, but for both of us,” she said as she gazed fondly at him. Trent was her choice.

Trent felt like he should’ve known better. He’d been friends with her for years and she was someone he’d always trusted. Surely, after the past couple of months of knowing her more and growing a special relationship with her, he shouldn’t have thought that she would suddenly change her mind about them, not to mention how she’d stated that she’d closed the chapter of her life that involved her ex.

“Of course. Yeah. I’m so sorry,” Trent said, still holding her hand. He would’ve loved to hold her hand longer but someone was coming so she needed to let it go. “But you get me, yeah, why I’m kinda mad? Not at you, obviously. It’s just– The audacity of that man to reach out to you again?” Trent was getting on it again, but she shot him a warning look. “Okay, okay. Sorry, I’ll stop. But if he bothered you too much and you feel like you need me, I’m always here.”

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled, but then suddenly, it turned to a small chuckle. “This whole situation is really confusing but I’m not gonna lie, I like seeing you being protective. I’m pretty convinced that you hate him more than I do.”

“Told you I’d beat him up if I ever saw his face.”

“Okay, calm down now.”

Trent couldn’t help but to chuckle too. He picked up the fork and started eating the fruits that he wasn’t really supposed to have—his nutritionist had instructed him to cut out snacking. They fell into a comfortable silence as they just looked at each other.

—

Trent decided to hang around the training ground for a little bit, getting questioned by some of the staff and the last ones of his teammates on why he was still there. He made up an excuse, saying that he would need to pick his mum up in a bit and he had nothing to do until then. But Hendo gave Trent a secret knowing look, because the captain understood that he was actually just waiting for her to get off from work; Hendo knew about the two of them.

A minute after he noticed her walking down the main stairs and heading out, Trent bid his goodbyes to the staff he was talking to, and also headed out to the parking lot. He put his hoodie on and it wasn’t because the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain. Trent walked into his car, hanging his head low, and he could see that she was getting on hers which was parked just right behind his.

But Trent didn’t stop at his car. He walked past it, walked over the curb, and knocked twice on her passenger’s seat window. He opened the door and he slid himself in.

“What are you doing?!” She asked, a mixture of shock and puzzled look was painted all over her face.

Trent answered by grabbing the side of her face and leaning in to connect their lips. He instantly felt electricity rushing on his veins, his heart pounding hard on his chest—it felt absolutely thrilling but also relieving in some ways. He kissed her sweetly, but a little bit desperate, with his thumb gently stroking her cheek. He stopped for a second before giving her the last peck and trailed a few kisses on her cheeks and jaw. He then quickly pulled himself back.

She was definitely too stunned to speak. Her eyes were wide, but Trent knew that it wasn’t because she was mad—it was because she was absolutely flustered.

“Sorry. Needed that. Really needed that.”

“Oh my God, Trent! What if someone saw that??”

“What if someone saw you holding my hand back there?” He casually said as his hand reached for the door handle. He opened it and swiftly got out. She rolled down the window once the door was shut again.

She put a palm against her forehead. “You’re just… Insane.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Told you I needed that,” Trent said in a more serious tone. He meant it. And he hoped she understood why he needed that. The thing with her ex had stressed him out pretty bad today and he was just aching for some intimacy with her.

“Okay. Now can you please go?” She urged.

“Okay, okay,” he chortled. “See you tomorrow?”

“Well, I’ll get here before you do just like any other day.”

Trent gave her a playful smile, took a good look at her still flushed face, before he walked away. He tapped the roof of her car, saying, “I’ll call you tonight.” He didn’t hear an answer but he would do it anyway and he knew she’d pick up.

She drove away as he got into his car and started it. Trent gripped his hands tight on the steering wheel and it was when he finally realised how hard his heart was beating. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly as he turned on the radio.

Maybe Trent shouldn’t have to worry about her ex. Trent was the one treating her right and they were pretty much together. Everything had been going in the right way and it would only be going that way as long as they trusted each other—that was what this relationship had been built on after all. She’d chosen him and Trent would hold on to that. He would just shake off what had happened today, and maybe think about something more important, like how he’d ask her to make their relationship official one day.

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inspired by this video where hendo reads some messages on the staff’s phone about their pregnant missus and interrupts the filming😆 i was rewatching it then got inspired! hope you enjoyed it<3 likes, reblogs, and comments are always much appreciated! thank you!

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imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

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NYE Kiss | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Female Reader

Summary: At Trent's New Year's Eve party, he confesses to the reader, his childhood bestfriend, that he's lonely.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, angst, miscommuncation, childhood friends, kiss

Note: Happy New Year!

With twenty minutes left until the clock struck midnight, Trent’s brothers, Tyler and Marcel were already setting off fireworks. A couple of Trent’s teammates were also in attendance, and some of the friends you and he shared, but there were still a few valuable ones missing.

Despite Liverpool playing a match the next day, Trent still wanted to do something for New Year's Eve, even if it was a bit risky. But he promised Virgil he would kick everyone out by one in the morning so that they had time to be well-rested for the match, luckily it wasn’t a noon match. Even though he had his brothers, parents, and best mates surrounding him, the night still felt—empty. A bitter taste was left in his mouth as he took a swig of his drink, searching for a solution to his ache.

Trent makes his way over to you, a brown bottle pinched between his fingertips. It’s too dark for you to notice if he’s looking at you, but the pause in his step once his eyes land on you gives you everything you need to know. He stops at the pillar of the canopy, face lighting up with the blast of a firework, “Did the fireworks get too much for you already?”

You purse your lips, shaking your head, “No. I just keep having the recurring thought of one of the ashes falling on my hair and it going up in flames.”

The corner of his lip barely tugged up, “That’s quite an image.”

“It’s very rational,” you defend, tugging the sleeve of your knitted sweater over your hands. Trent was dressed way more casual than you, a black pair of sweatpants and a dark gray hoodie. Had you known him and his brothers would dress like that, then maybe you wouldn’t have nearly lost a finger trying to put yourself into your tight jeans tonight.

A beat of silence washes between the two of you as he decides to stay quiet. He wasn’t usually this quiet when the two of you were with his family, but when he was, he was thinking. So in his head that everything else was irrelevant. It could be a battle trying to ground him back to the present sometimes.

“So, how are you?” you break the silence, sparing a weary glance at him.

“Lonely,” he mumbles. He stays facing the alleyway of Tyler’s home where they light another firework and then scramble away from it.

“Lonely at the top,” you sing, referencing his team’s position at the top of the table. Trent gives you a hard look immediately and you quiet down, averting your eyes from his. “Sorry.” There’s a heavy plate of tension that fills the air between the two of you and despite you both being outside, it feels suffocating. “What’s wrong?”

He shrugs, “Everyone is moving.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone moved, I feel like I’m the only one who stayed,” he says. His voice is soft but aloof, still not giving you a glance. “I just thought you would stay. Was a slap in the face to see that your house was for sale.”

It was your parent’s house, the one you grew up in. You lived on the same street where Trent grew up, only three houses separating your families. After riding your bike down the street and dramatically tripping over the rock that you saw at the last minute, Trent came running out of his house and helped you up. Him and his brothers were playing football in the street, the three of them had just gone inside, but he noticed your sparkling pink bike and got distracted looking back at you. Once he realized a kiss to your scarred knee wasn’t going to make the bleeding stop, he called out for his mom and the three of you walked you and your bike back to that house after she cleaned your knee. Trent had stayed by your side the entire time, assuring you that your knee would be okay in the next couple of days.

The sound of a firework exploding shutters you out of the past, forcing yourself to look at a sullen Trent. His bottom lip is tucked through his teeth as his eyes follow the firework’s path.

“Trent, can you look at me?” Trent slowly looks in your direction and his eyes seem more hurt than he lets on. Much different than the bright eyes that welcomed you two hours ago. You swallow, “Did you think we would live here forever? I mean Jude, Alana, Kai….” You list off the friends and neighbors you both shared who had since then moved away.

He shakes his head, “Obviously not, but you could’ve told me you were moving.”

“I know, we’ve just both been so busy. We barely put up the house for sale a couple of days ago.”

Trent blinks his eyes a couple of times and doesn’t speak immediately.

“I am lonely though,” he confesses and it stabs you right in the heart. “The season has felt really long, haven’t seen you or the lads that much. I know you go to some of my games, but we don’t speak afterward, and I miss you. I miss having people around that aren’t my family.”

“Trent,” you sigh. “I’m sorry for not being there.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve tried to be there for you either.”

“Trent—”

He cuts you off, “I haven’t had much time either but I dunno…the time I do have at home, it’s so quiet. I’ve been staying at my parents house actually, for the past couple of days because I’ve been sick of the silence. Sure, I could’ve walked to your house but I never did…”

He swallows another swig of his drink, the bitter taste in his mouth had yet to leave. And after chewing on the inside of his cheek for so long, he also tasted copper. He couldn’t blame you for being busy. He knew you had just landed the job you had been working so hard for, at a company that treated you well and respected your work, and with the way Liverpool’s hectic season has been going, he didn’t have much time off either.

You're left with your thoughts screaming at you to say something, but what could you say that would heal his loneliness? That you two could schedule a meet up soon? But it wasn’t concrete, ‘soon’ could be tomorrow, could be a week or before the month ended.

“We should hang out sometime,” you decide. “I’ve missed you too. My schedule is clear for whenever, just let me know.”

He downs the rest of his drink, before tossing it in the bin that Tyler usually has next to the side of the canopy but it’s not there. The bottle goes crashing to the ground but doesn’t break, it rolls off some steps away from him and he ignores it.

“Are you drunk?” you ask, eyebrows raised. You knew he shouldn’t have been drinking the day before his game, even if it was New Year’s Eve.

Trent looks back at you, a tsk leaves his lips, “I’ve only had one.”

“One case?”

“Funny,” he grits, any humor in his tone is gone. “I’m being honest.”

You cross your arms, not realizing you pointing out him drinking would upset him. Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t want to be caught doing something you shouldn't be doing, but Trent had been acting out of character the moment he admitted his loneliness. He was never one to talk about his feelings, always shoving it somewhere down deep that you had given up trying to pry out of him a long time ago because it always upset him more than helped.

“Tell me what’s really wrong,” you demand.

He looks away but you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he glances down to the pavement. The door to the house suddenly bursts open behind you, his mother weaving through you both as if you aren’t standing there.

“Fifteen minutes until midnight!” She announces, and then marches back inside but stops once she notices the two of you, “Oh, you two look so cute. Please, you both can stay in the upstairs bedroom if you get too tired to drive home. I’m sure Tyler won’t mind.”

Her presence seems to break off the tension because Trent lets out a low chuckle, “You know, she always thought it’d be us.”

“Us…what?” You bite the annoyance of him switching the topic away.

“It’d be us,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “That we’d be married and have a kid by now.”

Your eyes bulge at his words. He had to be drunk.

His voice rumbles as he kicks an imaginary rock, “What? Does the idea of starting a family with me repulse you that much?”

“No,” you shake your head frantically, hoping you didn't make him feel more bad than what he was already feeling. If Trent was going to be vulnerable for the last fifteen minutes of the year, then fine, you weren’t going to be petty and let your own feelings get in the way of him being open. You choose your words carefully, “I just—” Screw sparing his feelings. “You’re drunk.”

He rolls his eyes, words spitting out of his mouth in irritation, “It was one drink. One drink does nothing to me other than make me honest. Even then, it wasn’t a high percentage of alcohol.”

Your eyes dance between his dark brown ones. They seem more watery than before, the glow of the light from the inside of the house and fireworks glaring off of them. You look away briefly, “Honest? Like I can ask you any question and you’ll tell the truth?”

“Well,” he shrugs, “I don’t need a drink in me to be honest. I’m always honest to you.”

“That’s a lie,” you remark. “You lied to me when you said I could take your car for a drive.”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s because I value my life.”

You huff, “You didn’t have to be in the car with me, but fine, whatever.” You needed to control any impulsive comment you had. Trent was opening up, this was unchartered territory, and maybe he needed a clean conscience for the New Year more than you did. “I wasn’t repulsed by the idea of starting a family with you, I was just shocked to hear you say that.”

Nothing could’ve prepared you to hear him utter those words. Sure, the two of you shared your first kiss together and took each other’s virginities on the night of your twentieth birthday, but the two of you were never anything more. Never went on a date, never received flowers from him—minus the single daisy he plucked out of the grass one day as an apology for leaving the rock in the middle of the sidewalk—but nothing the two of you did was glaringly romantic. He held your hand for a total of two minutes and fifteen seconds one day underneath the table at a shared family dinner, but nothing came of it either.

He was off focusing on the academy, while you were busy studying in school. Once he did make his first team debut, you were in the stands cheering him on. He felt like the happiest man—boy—that day, having both of your families witness his debut. But still, the bone-crushing hug he pulled you into after you all met in the car park, it meant—nothing.

Even the night you lost your virginity, him as well, it was haste. He was in your bedroom, flipping through the birthday cards you received when you confessed to him that it was comical being a virgin at twenty, feeling the weight of society’s judgment on your shoulders for whatever reason, while he didn’t laugh at all. The liquor you both were sipping on gave you both the courage as you went on, sneakily closing your bedroom door and turning a page. After the both of you came down from your high, he cuddled you for an hour before slipping out of your bedroom window and going home.

Nothing was ever really mentioned after that, the both of you deciding it was best to scrape it under the rug so that it wasn’t awkward at combined family dinners, but there was a feeling. A tingling feeling that made your voice hitch whenever he looked at you or texted you. Any visit you made from uni, your heart did flips when he pulled you into a hug and welcomed you home for that weekend.

He snorts, making your eyes dart to him, “We’re being honest, yeah?”

“I’m telling you the truth,” you say.

He nods, “Okay, I believe you.”

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you and he sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Can I ask you another question?” you mumble and he nods. “Why did your mom think that?”

Trent shrugs for the hundredth time that night, leaning against the pillar as his head rests against it, “Because I told her that I liked you. She said to go for it, I told her I would, but I never did.”

Oh.

“When was this?” you muster up the courage and power to ask, feeling breathless.

He blows a raspberry, “Maybe ten years ago?”

You're glad that Marcel misfires a firework that goes flying towards a tree to the left of the house, earning a commotion from Trent’s family and teammates, so that you have time to wipe off the shock before Trent looks at you.

Trent looks at the tree and holds his breath, hoping it erupts into flames. Perhaps he needed a break in the conversation as well. He felt exposed, too vulnerable at the expense of your curiosity and even though he said he would be honest, he wasn’t sure how much more truth he could give out when you weren’t exchanging much back.

“Why are you leaving?” he blurts out.

“You know I don’t live there right?” your eyebrow rises. Surely you told him you moved. “I moved out when I was twenty-two. I live almost ten minutes away, but my parents are moving because they need the money. After I left, they started spending on stuff that they shouldn’t have, putting us into a lot more debt than we should be. So, I say ‘we’ decided to sell because the only reason they were keeping the house was for me. For what it represented.”

Your childhood. A part of you was heartbroken for what it meant, but the other part of you knew it was the right thing to do. You knew it would serve you and your family well.

Trent eyebrows furrow, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you would’ve wanted to help.”

Trent averts his gaze, “I can. I can buy it.”

“Trent,” you gawk. “Seriously, I’m going to accuse you of being drunk again—”

“It’s your childhood home.”

“Yeah, and I made a choice. It was my choice to make.”

His shoulders deflate, “So you did want to leave?”

You nod, “It was time for a change. They lived there for the past twenty years. A home isn’t a single house anyway.”

“Do they have a place for after it sells?”

The quick glance at the floor reveals the almost lie you would’ve told him, but the two of you agreed to be honest, so you shake your head, “No. They haven’t left the house entirely. They still live there and whatever they make from the sale, they’ll use it to purchase their next.”

“I can buy it,” he states again and you shake your head.

“Trent, you aren’t going to buy my childhood home, drop it,” you spit, voice unwavering as he looks back at you. His jaw is clenched.

“Fine,” he agrees. “But if you have any doubts, I can buy it. I’ll give them whatever double the asking price is—”

“Trent.” You knew he wasn’t going to drop it, he’d most likely ask your parents first thing tomorrow and you didn’t even want to think about what their response would be.

He sighs, “Okay.”

Instead of letting the conversation simmer into silence, you take a deep breath and ask him another question. Here goes nothing: “Why didn’t you ever pursue your feelings?”

Trent rotates his body towards yours, leaning against the column with his shoulder. His hands are still stuffed into the pockets of his sweats. “I was fifteen, I was scared.”

At fifteen, the two of you would’ve already shared your first kiss and held hands underneath the table. You were so giddy, but you weren’t sure if you were giddy at the idea of getting caught or because you had a crush on Trent. The two of you spent so much time growing up together, playing footy, exploring the neighborhood, everything. Tyler would often tag along, and then Marcel as well once he got older, but still you knew you were closer to Trent more.

“And they’ve just gone away?” you ask without a second thought. Your heart lurches as he looks away. What a stupid thing to say!

He coughs, clearing out his throat and your cheeks burn. He looks down at the hem of your sweater, “Would my mother still be trying to play matchmaker if not?”

A squeezing feeling encompasses your chest that you wince. The shock was gone, you were upset now. It had been ten years, you could excuse the first five years because they were hectic with you at uni and him training, but the both of you had sex knowing the feelings were there.

Because no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t have feelings for Trent, they were always still going to be there. He was the first boy you were really exposed to. The boy you followed throughout the neighborhood despite not knowing anything about him. You wanted to be brave and follow him into the woods. Doing all sorts of things you would’ve never done had he not been by your side. The sweet boy who kissed your knee in hopes of getting you to stop crying held your heart the moment he ran to you.

He watches the way your eyes dart from the fireworks to his family members cheering as they drink a champagne flute. The crease in your eyebrow and nose, he knew you were in deep thought. On a night of too many truths, he was exhausted.

“Just say it,” he whispers. “We’re being honest.”

“You watched me,” you start, voice trembling but teeth grinding, “you watched me get my heartbroken not once, but twice. Gave me all this advice on boys, broke my heart in the process because I thought you didn’t like me back, and then I went on to have two relationships where they were both shit. And you just watched? Knowing you felt something?”

Trent can’t stand to hear the shake in your voice, it itching his ear in a way that makes him tilt his head away from you.

You continue, “I liked you too, a lot. So much that I would sometimes scare myself because I would see my exes as you, even though sometimes it would be months since we last talked. You were always on my mind, and had you said something earlier, all of it,” you wave your arms around to symbolize the time and heartache lapsed. “All of it could’ve been avoided.”

Trent glances down, “I was a coward.”

“No shit,” you yell. Trent abruptly looks at the crowd of people and hopes you don’t catch their attention.

“I wasn’t ready,” he says, truthfully. “I wasn’t ready to give you my all if we had gotten together. I was still finding my footing on the team, all of my focus was on that and wouldn’t have been on you if we were together. Okay,” he relents, “maybe I could’ve spared your heartache had you known, but it just—it wasn’t worth all the drama—”

“Drama?”

He shuts his eyes closed. Think! “It wouldn’t have been worth you getting hurt because I had training. Or I had a game and had to miss something important of yours. I would’ve been physically there but not emotionally present—”

“Do you think I would’ve cared, Trent?” you gape.

He shakes his head, “You wouldn’t, and that’s the problem. You wouldn’t have deserved that. You wouldn’t have deserved me not being present, it would’ve driven us both away. The only times I saw my family were because they came to my game and I met them at their suite. That would’ve been the only time you and I interacted, do you seriously think you would’ve been okay with that?”

No. But you would’ve been content knowing he felt the same. The small moments you saw him would’ve made up for any multi-hour-long day spent with him.

“Like you needed to find yourself at uni and focus on what you were passionate about, I did too,” he says. His voice is much softer and less urgent, knowing that you were understanding and on the same page as him. “But I’m ready now. I’m not saying you have to be ready right now—or maybe you won’t ever be because you don’t have the same feelings you once had—but, I’m here now. I’m as present as I’ll ever be. The season started off fast and will continue to be difficult, but I’ve learned how to be present at home. How to not focus on football and be with my family and pets during my spare time.”

On cue, the rest of Trent’s family—and yours—burst through the back door. There are only a couple of minutes until midnight, those fifteen minutes blew right past the both of you. Tyler and Marcel had stopped popping fireworks as they compiled a bunch together to be ignited exactly at twelve.

Trent looks at you, pulling your hand so that you’re closer to him near the pillar as your family members stampede outside, settling in lawn chairs and anywhere on the floor. Trent hasn’t dropped your hand yet. He caresses the backside of your hand with his thumb as his fingers squeeze tighter around yours.

“I know I was a coward, I know I could’ve said it anytime you were around, but it was never the right time,” he whispers in your ear. “We were busy, our lives never aligned perfectly, and maybe they don’t align right now either, but I’m willing to take the risk.”

A breathy sigh escapes you as you soak in his words. You close your eyes as you lean the side of your head against his chest. You needed to be grounded as you thought, and he was always someone stable. His hands don’t wrap you into a hug because he knows exactly what you’re doing.

“I still like you,” you acknowledge. “I’m a little upset you kept this a secret.” He snorts. “But, if I’m being honest, I’m not sure when I would’ve bursted and confessed the same thing. I wanted to tell you that we were moving, especially whenever we were thinking about it when it was first brought up, but I stopped myself. I was scared, because I knew my first instinct to reach out to you meant that it was something more, that I saw you as someone more than just my friend. That I always have. Every failed relationship was a reminder of it.”

Trent chuckles, finally being able to breathe. The tightening feeling in his chest had dissipated, replaced with jittery nerves as he restrained himself from pulling you into a hug.

You drop Trent’s hand and face him. If he was confused, he hid it well.

“I’m willing to take the risk too,” you state, the heavy weight on your shoulders dissolving. “I’m trusting you, just like I trusted you the day I followed you into the woods.”

“We ended up getting lost,” he recalls. He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep his hands off of you.

“I know,” you smile. “But I trusted you still, despite being so scared. I knew you would keep your promise and get us out of there before the moon rose. I’m willing to get lost with you, wherever you are, I want to be there.”

“You trust me?” he cheeses, his lips breaking out further into a grin. A chorus of a ten-second countdown breaks out in the background.

“Of course, stupid,” you smack his bicep and the brief contact makes the both of you hold a breath.

Trent knew he couldn’t get the smile off of his face no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t expect to have this conversation with you tonight, but after seeing you underneath the canopy, your clothes and figure lighting up from the colorful lights of the fireworks, he knew he couldn’t let you walk away from him again. You didn’t even hold his heart in the palm of your hands, you held it in your gaze. One look at him from you and he was floored, a weak and desperate man on his knees begging for your attention.

“…three, two, one, Happy New Year!”

Your blissful eyes combined with his gleeful ones don’t look away as you both lean closer. Your hands stay tucked by your side, his suddenly not wanting to move either as he leans down. The moment your nose grazes his, you close your eyes and let him kiss you. You press your lips further into his as the sound of fireworks go off behind you.

The kiss feels like the first one you shared together, tentative but passionate. It feels like a new promise, one full of commitment for the year to come. A promise from him that he’ll be there for every second of the day, and you a promise to be present as well. To not make him feel like he needs to bottle up his emotions and wait until the last minute to confess them.

His hands find your cheeks at the same time you wrap your arms around his waist. He pulls away and sighs against your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

“Happy New Year,” you smile, pecking his lips one more time before burying your head into his chest. He pulls you in for a bone-crushing hug, squeezing your shoulders tightly against him and then resting his head on top of yours.

Instead of letting you close your eyes to soak in the feelings of him being this close in your arms, he shuffles the both of you and points up, “Look up.”

His careful gaze looks down at you as he double checks that you’re actually looking up at the fireworks, but he bursts into a nervous laugh when he sees you looking back at him. You can feel his heart quicken its pace as he stutters, “No, not me. The sky!”

“You’re so happy,” you whisper. Earlier his eyes were on the verge of breaking down, but now, they seem so full of light and hope.

“Yeah,” he slips his hand back around your waist. “I got the girl of my dreams in my arms, my girl.” He enunciates the last two words like they’re a testimony.

Your cheeks rush with heat that you’re glad he can’t feel them. He leaves a chaste kiss on your temple before looking back up at the fireworks. And then he glances down suddenly, “Do you remember when we made that fort in my living room?”

You burst into a laugh, pulling away from his chest, “What?”

“The fort,” he repeats, “it ended up crumbling because Marcel rolled too far and pulled the blankets down—you remember?”

You nod, bewildered by his sudden excitement.

“Well, the spare bedroom of Tyler’s only has a mattress on the floor, but there are some chairs and sofas we can combine to you know,” he lets his voice fade away.

“You have a game tomorrow, maybe you shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor.”

“It’s a new mattress! That’s why it has nothing else,” he laughs. His laugh is intoxicating that all your logic and usual bickering dies out. He could build the fort, you’d be right there helping him either way.

Your heart swells as his eyes go wide, his face glowing red. He taps your waist, “Look, look look.”

The red firework that just popped erupts into the shape of a heart. You smile, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. To think you’ve been missing this for the past twenty years that you’ve known him. What a fool the both of you were.

That night, Trent holds his promise as you help him build the fort around the mattress. You steal a lantern from Tyler’s shed outside while Trent found blankets to use and old moving boxes. It isn’t an exact replica like the two of you first shared, but it’s quite close, only this time you two are wrapped in each other’s arms.

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jane-gunson123 · 2 years

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leviscolwill · 5 months

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— dad!trent headcanons !

req: dad!trent headcannons PLEASEE. i am on my knees, begging 🙇‍♀️

trent is giving boy dad in the best way possible

it's like having a mini trent around the house

imagine having two sassy boys around tho

he is stressed.

like actually stressed, you had hundreds of talks about your son and his education but he's dead scared of messing something up

like he would overthink and put his diaper the wrong way or sum

so he'd go to his brother for advice

plus, going on vacation with his brothers and his niece so they all grow up very close (crying at the idea of this tbh)

now... since he basically never uses instagram

i don't even know if he would make a proper pregnancy or baby announcement tbh

he'd just drop the baby announcement out of nowhere full peeta style

orrrr, he would do THE thing

aka putting the ball under his jersey when he scores (pls tell me you know what i mean)

and when your son is born you bet he's celebrating with his initial (like he did for his niece 🥹)

now... why do i feel like he's the type to talk to kids like they're full grown adults 💀

like he'd talk about his day and how training went even though the boy can't understand yet

also yk how trippier's son wanted psg to win that ucl game against newcastle and walked out with mbappe ?

trent would genuinely not take that

there is no way on earth HIS son is gonna support another club than liverpool tbh

he would physically condition him to support them

making him watch the corner taken quickly moment on repeat

he wouldn't actually do that but... close

as soon as your son learns how to walk you bet he has a football in his feet

not in a project mbappe kinda way but he wants to bond with his son over something he loves yk

you know that video of gavi playing with little kids ? yeah same

he doesn't care if your son is nine, he's playing like it's a ucl final

tbh he seems like the kind of dad to have beef with kids if they mess with your son

fully side eyeing them in front of his school and cussing them out at home

you would absolutely NOT let him close to your son's wardrobe

no way on earth he's passing the bad fashion taste genes down to your son

i don't rlly know how to end this but honestly i think after being a stressed dad, he just learns how to vibe with his son and want to make him the happiest ever

and he would go to every length to make his family happy

#not as long as jude one #but i hope you like it #trent alexander arnold #trent alexandrer arnold x reader #trent alexandrer arnold imagine #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexandrer arnold headcanons #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold fanfic #football one shot #trent alexandrer arnold one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football imagine #football x reader #footballer imagine #taa imagines #taa x reader

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maikissed · 1 year

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slow and messy

this is anyone you like type of shot, so enjoy. warnings: romantic c*ck sucking, duh(+18). probably poorly written, sorry.

Imagine a boy so infatuated with you that the slightest caress you grant him makes him intoxicated as he blush furiously and his beautiful eyes shine with an almost pleading expression. Moments of closeness like this makes his heart swell with adoration as he can’t get enough of you, of your smell, tender touch and gentle lips. You are so beautiful in his eyes that his chest feels heavy, overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his, in body, soul and mind. Your loving gaze and fond smile turns him putty in your arms and it almost drives you crazy knowing that you’re the one who makes him feel like this. You love to go slow with him, thriving in these moments filled with long deep stares, delicate passionate kisses on his mouth, his neck and chest. You mark his body with traces of your fingernails as soon as you notice his breath shallowing and his eyelids closing shut, because he is so turned on and yet powerless, utterly at your mercy. You pay attention to every little reaction he grants you and realise you’ve never known you could be so enamoured with somebody.

You were kissing him, straddling his thighs, so lost in this blissful moment when you felt his hips buck up, desperate to feel you properly. You smiled into the kiss, delighted by your boyfriends eagerness and leaned back to admire the look of his swollen lips and foggy eyes.

“Be patient” you petted his cheek softly and he hummed leaning into your palm with his eyes closed.

He was so aroused, almost feverish and the sight of his flushed expression made your heart flutter with affection.

“You are so pretty” you whispered tracing the line of his lips with your fingers.

He took your hand in his gently and pecked your fingers with butterfly kisses. You could feel his hardness poking you through the clothes and almost gave in to the need to rock against him but you wanted to focus on his pleasure entirely tonight. So you slowly got off him to slide to your knees in front of him, biting your lip nervously when you spotted the look on his face. He swallowed hard, focused on your actions and his fingers that were placed on his thighs twitched slightly as if he wanted to reach out to you. But he stayed still and you shot him a cheeky smile, putting your palms on his thighs to glide them up and rest near his crotch, but not exactly in the place where he needed your attention the most. He was still watching you intensively while you started to unbutton his pants and then slowly took them off his legs. He was left only in his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of his hardness visibly poking through the material. You’ve never actually went down on him, as your relationship was still rather fresh, but right now just the slight thought of it made your mind hazy. You took off your shirt, exposing the black little bra you were wearing and raised your hands up to tie your hair in a loose ponytail. Your boyfriend smiled at you lazily then. You rested your hands on his knees and leaned down, maintaining the eye contact all the while. He whimpered the moment you placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on his still clothed dick and the sound turned you on even more.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked sweetly and noticed a slight twitch of his member.

He thrown his head back with a chuckle, extremely weakened by your never-ending teasing and you put your palm on his dick to stroke him gently. He jolted, chasing your touch.

“Have you ever fantasised about it?” you murmured observing his little reactions.

“So many times” he breathed looking down at you.

You bit your lower lip excited by his confession and then grabbed the elastic of his boxers to finally free him fully. He lifted his hips up so you could take the garment off easily. You licked your lips at the sight of his erection and he blushed slightly, patiently waiting for your next move. He looked so sweet and innocent, looking at you with those big begging eyes, it made your heart ache. You placed his cock in a light grip of your little hand and bend down to peck the tip with a kiss and heard him intake a sharp breath. The muscles of his stomach tensed visibly when you licked a long stripe from the bottom to top and the moment you took him inside your warm mouth fully, he grabbed the back of your head with his hand gently, running his long fingers through your hair. You hollowed your cheeks working him slowly and dared to look up to spot him still watching you through heavy lids.

“You look beautiful” he breathed, his voice weak and raspy “You’re so good, baby”

His praise encouraged you more and you went back to play with the tip of his cock again, sucking it a bit harsher and he jumped up slightly as a low moan escaped his lips. You hummed closing your eyes and then leaned back to collect more saliva in your mouth to spit on his cock before putting it in your mouth again. The sight of this filthy act elicited a low grunt from him as he thrown his head back, completely lost in the pleasure. You sped up your movements, working the base with your wet, spit covered palm. You relaxed your throat to be able to take more of him inside your mouth and focused on steady breathing through the nose. You felt the tip hitting the back of your throat and gagged slightly, gripping his thighs. The whole act was getting messier by each second and you could tell he was close to reach the climax. His sounds were getting louder, his breathing more erratic and you moaned tasting the precum on your tongue. Shortly after you felt the twitch of his cock and he came inside your mouth abruptly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, his grip on your hair tightened. You leaned back, making sure that he’s watching you swallowing his seed. A few drops went down your chin so you used your fingers to gather it and lick the digits clean. He sighed absolutely enraptured by your messy appearance, his mouth slightly ajar, panting as if he put in a full match on the pitch. You rose up to lean on the couch with your knees on either sides of his thighs and bend down placing his face in your hands.

“I’m not done with you yet” you purred roaming his neck with your fingers.

He grinned sleepily with his eyes closed and you leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

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