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just you and me.

trent alexander arnold x fem!reader slightly suggestive i wanted to write about trent but . . this is what i end up with.

"You know, it is pretty hard to see you these days." Trent whispered softly, his hot breath hit your ear. You chuckled leaning your head back at the random storage room door Trent has pushed you against as he sneakily pulled you out from the staff room.

Before you could reply, Trent had his lips on yours, his hands slipping under your shirt, tightening his grip around your waist. In habit, you closed your eyes in response, hands reaching out to hold onto his cheeks to pull him closer like you wanted him on your skin, like his kiss was all that you needed in the moment.

Everything about Trent left you intoxicated, the soft lavender smell from his shirt, the big hands settled on your waist, and his thick lips sucking hard onto your lower lip. He slightly tapped onto your waist, you wrapped your leg around his hip moving away from the door to a random table to settle you down.

As he pulled away to glance at you, you followed his lips, your eyes lingered on his lips. "Please," You whined grabbing his neck forcefully to kiss him. Trent glanced at your face completely flushed red, lips slightly apart to get air. He shut his eyes closed, his mind begging to do the dirtiest act with you in this tight space to hear your moan all caused by his fingers, his tongue, just him.

"You are killing me . ." He mumbled, remaining his eyes on you, his hand reached out to unbutton your shirt one by one. You arched your back trying to rub onto the table, the heat between your legs started aching. He saw how desperate you were slowly becoming for him, and he wanted to do nothing but grab your thighs to give you what you were crying so hard for.

The cold air hit your skin, Trent lowered your shirt from your shoulder disgarding on the floor. He pressed wet open-kiss, sucking onto your skin as you hissed in the sudden pain but you could not help but crave more, more of him. His hand cupped your clothed breast squeezing tight to get the moan you were concealing for so long.

"Keep touching me please . ." You whimpered, dragging his shirt from his skin that was bothering you too much for your liking. He stood still in front of you, your eyes shamelessly gawking his frame. Your mind was completely consumed by him, "I have to think about that, baby." Trent smirked, eyes flickered with a hint of entertainment he was getting from your state.

You leaned to kiss his neck to his chest, "No, i promise i will be quiet." You insisted. Trent did not miss the moan that followed after, he closed his eyes feeling your lips moving around his body. Then, there was a pause.

You stood on your feet, lowering yourself down on your knees. "I promise . ." You breathed heavily, guiding your hand under his sweatpants to touch where Trent has been longing you for.

But Trent was sure his phone has been vibrating in his pocket for way too long to know he is fucked.

kiss and make-up.

trent alexander arnold x fem!reader. slightly suggestive, fluff. makeup and just a very horny trent.

Trent had a room that could have possibly fit fifteen people or more, but he had decided to put his bed at the edge of the corner. While the other furniture a room needed was rather scattered around the room. He went for the vibes, instead of being structural about his room.

But that was good for you. As his bed is at the edge of his room, proving that you can simply cage him between the wall and your hand pressed against it. Not letting him escape from the mission you were on, today.

"You do know that I can push you off and you will go flying?" He nonchalantly asked with his arms crossed on his chest, showing off his muscular arms. You nodded, not fazed by him and his words. Trent sighed, your heart almost jumped at the victory that was about to walk your way.

Trent sighed loudly, shaking his head. "Why are you even doing this? We can do way more interesting things together." He argued, placing his hand on the side of your hips to distract you from your actual plan.

He glanced at you through his long eyelashes. Oh, he was on a mission. You shut your eyes refusing to be lured by his doe eyes that almost had you cooing, "Your mind is more disgusting and disturbing than mine." You stated, shaking your head with a disapproved sound.

He chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "If you are thinking what I am thinking. Then, baby, we are the same." He leaned forward, pressing his lips on yours continuously. Your steady cage was loosening up, and your hand gripped his neck for more friction to feel him on you.

His hands immediately grabbed your thighs to move you on his lap. His kiss was too addicting, it was almost everything you craved for. The way his lips moved on yours, the soft moan that slipped from his lips, and how his gaze had settled on you. His hand roamed around your body freely but he had every inch of your body memorized.

You moaned against his lips with your hips rolling back and forth. Wanting more of him, but as irresistible as he is, you were on a mission. "Trent, I am planning on making you look extremely pretty right now." You mumbled onto his lips, pulling away from him, only for him to groan and shake his head.

"It will not even take half an hour, and it will be more fun." You said, getting off from his bed. You walked toward the vanity table to get your things. "Seriously who gave you this stupid idea?" He screamed into his pillow, not wanting to do it.

This is a fun activity, you assured yourself. With full random products in your bag, you pulled Trent upward, he gently tapped on his lap. You sighed, straddled on his lap. You comfortably sat since it was a daily occurrence. He softly smiled, resting his forehead on your chest.

"How can I apply this eyeliner if your face is on my tits?" You asked, raising your eyebrows in the most genuine voice possible. He removed himself from your chest to face upward at you, Then, it felt like the beginning of your relationship all over again. Vividly remembering his long focused gaze that kept you nervous not being about to look into his eyes, only for him to fuck the small bits of nervousness out of you.

("Baby, hey—" He gently tapped your cheek, "Look at me, hey." He pleaded again. You are a weak human and he has ruined you in unexplainable ways. Yet you were not able to look into his eyes before folding all over for a man, your leg would almost give out when Trent kept his eyes on you for too long as your mind wondered questionable things.

With his soft voice, you opened your eyes to glance at the softest lust-filled eyes with almost bruised lips that was all you doing to him. "Good girl." He pecked your lips, picking up his pace on thrusting into you harder.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slamming onto each other, and the sound of your wetness between your thighs being clear at every thrust. Trent had spent time exploring your fucked out face, while you tried to hold in every whimper and keeping your eyes on the man who has you completely in his palm.

"Don't hold back, baby. Want you to touch me, want you to look at me. Want you to make me yours." He whispered, peppering kisses all over your face.

You were fucked.)

But you were not going to lie, Trent still made your stomach twirl, your eyes roll and your heart pace in ways that were not verbal enough to explain. He just had an affect on your body and soul.

You inhaled, "Close your eyes, baby." You guided and he obeyed. With shaking hands, you applied the eyeliner to his eyes gently winging at the side of his eyes.

Trent had his hand circling your waist and it was your time to silently admire without any gaze around you. His small unintentional pout that is formed and the confused furrowed eyebrows were not hard to miss since Trent is more nosy than any boys out there.

"Funny enough, you look prettier than me." You laughed, kissing his cheeks. He shook his head, not accepting what was happening to him. Trent had been sitting patiently, this is the most patient you have seen him.

He blinked his eyes, you groaned grabbing your hair frustrated. Innocently he blinked again, acting all sinless on not knowing what he did wrong. But you knew, he knew what he did wrong. The eyeliner was yet to dry and Trent ruined the perfect wing.

"You are ruining this for me." You scolded him. Leaning toward your makeup bag to find wet wipes to clean the mess he created on his skin. Trent had other plans as he playfully left kisses on your neck trailing down your chest.

He felt your shoulder move, he realized you were not pulling away nor complaining. So, he lightly pushed his hand under your shirt; trying to take it off from your skin.

"You are a menace, you know?" You asked, wiping off the messed-up eyeliner on his face. Trent silently sat through all that as his eyes scanned your flushed red cheek, eyes too focused on his eyebrows that shifted to his lips and your teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

He smirked, smashing his lips in yours. Slowly setting you down on the bed as he caged you with his body. "Lift your arms." He asked.

You lifted your arms high as he peeled off your shirt trashing on the ground. His eyes gazing at the hickeys he had left on you slowly faded into yellowish and some still were angry-red.

"You really listen to me when you want something from me." He rested his head on the nape of your neck, his hand fondling onto the zipper of your skirt. You hissed at the sudden contact of wetness on your neck immediately latching onto his shoulder to feel him.

Trent breathed heavily as he sucked your soft skin again and again to leave marks to show what he can do to your skin, only him. He briefly glanced at you and your eyes were shut feeling the pleasure building between the hips and the pain on your neck.

He pulled, cupping both of your cheek with his thumb and index finger. "Look at me, baby. Look at me while I am all over your body."

hey guys!! this wanted to let y’all know that i changed my username. it used to be @slutfor-henrycavill now it’s @slutfor-footballers

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