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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Trent interrrupts your skincare routine and makes up for it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander-Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.6k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), dom!Trent, sub!reader.

The soft hum of the bathroom lights casts a gentle glow around the room as you stand at the sink, surrounded by an array of skincare products.

The soothing scent of coconut-infused moisturizer fills the air as you massage it onto your skin, the day's stress melting away with each circular motion.

The bathroom door creaks open, and a familiar figure enters. The scent of Trent's cologne wafts in, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, a lazy smile playing on his lips. His eyes trace the curves of your figure, eyes blazing with desire as he watches you.

"Come to bed," he says, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

"In a minute, babe. I'm almost done." You reply, your hands gliding over your face, ensuring every inch is covered in moisturizer.

"I don't know why you have so many steps. Your skin is already perfect," he teases, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You playfully roll your eyes, but the genuine affection in his eyes warms your heart.

As you reach for the night cream on the vanity, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind, and you feel Trent's warmth against your back. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his lips press a gentle kiss against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you," he murmurs, his breath caressing your skin. His voice carries a subtle huskiness, causing a pool of heat to gather between your legs. His hands trace lazy circles on your waist as he continues trailing kisses down your neck.

You can feel his erection pressing against your ass, and a flutter of excitement flutters through your stomach. "Trent..." you whisper, turning around to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, and you can't help but be drawn into their depths.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips, exploring your mouth with a hungry passion. You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up your back, gripping your ass, and squeezing gently. You groan into the kiss, your body responding to his touch, your breasts pressed against his chest, your nipples hardening under his touch.

His fingers trail back up your spine, sending tingles down your back. 

You break the kiss, your breathing heavy, your cheeks flushed with desire. He looks at you, his eyes filled with hunger, his lips parted in anticipation. Even after all these years, the fire between you has never dimmed, it still burns brightly.

You reach for him, your hands running over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath your fingers. 

He groans as you run your hands down his body, tracing the contours of his abs, and then move lower to cup him through the fabric of his pants.

"I want you." He repeated as he grinded against your palm.

"You have me." You whispered against his lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you felt his hands run up your legs. His fingers traced the line of your panties, making your heart skip a beat as they teased the edge.

"I want to feel you inside me." You moaned as you shifted your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most.

"And I'm going to give it to you." He groaned into your neck as his hand slipped under your panties.

He ran his fingers along your wet folds, making you arch your back and gasp. "Oh, god." You panted as he slid one finger into your core. "That feels so good." You whimpered as he added another.

"So tight." He growled as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you. "You're so wet." He added a third finger, and you felt your body tense up.

"Trent!" You cried out as his finger curled, hitting your sweet spot just right.

"You're so fucking sexy." He growled as he removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them. "I want to taste you." 

You smiled and leaned back, spreading your legs for him. With a quick, sudden movement, he lifted you up onto the bathroom counter and slowly got down to his knees.

His eyes never left yours as he kissed your inner thighs and then placed open-mouthed kisses all around your pussy, purposefully missing your clit. "Stop teasing," you whined, eager for the life-altering pussy-eating you were about to be subjected to.

"I'm not teasing," he stated as he finally licked your clit. "I'm just getting started." He flicked his tongue over your clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, grabbing onto the counter to steady yourself.

"You taste so fucking good." He moaned, burying his face in your pussy, sucking on it while flicking his tongue against your clit.

Your legs shook, and you could feel an orgasm building inside of you. "Oh god, don't stop!" You cried out as he sucked harder on your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. Just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he stopped.

"No! Please!" You begged. "I need to cum!"

He looked up at you with a devilish grin on his face. "Not yet," he said. "I want you to cum on my cock."

You groaned, but knew that there was no way you could resist him. He stood up and pulled you off the counter, leading you back to the bed. You laid down and spread your legs, watching as he took off his boxers and positioned himself between your legs.

He rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy, making you moan. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," you whispered. "Fuck me, please." He pushed into you slowly, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, stretching your pussy to its limits.

He groaned as he felt your pussy grip his cock, pulling him in deeper. "Fuck," he said. "You're so tight." He started to move his hips, thrusting into you slowly at first, then picking up speed.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in deeper. "Harder." You whined against his lips. He obliged, thrusting harder and faster into you. You could feel yourself getting close to cumming again, so you reached down and started rubbing your clit.

He saw what you were doing and smirked. "You gonna come for me, baby." You could only nod, brain too fucked out to formulate words, adding to the smugness he was feeling.

"Yeah. Good girl." He said, his voice deep and husky. He leaned down and kissed you again, then bit your bottom lip. You moaned as he continued to fuck you hard and fast. "Fuck," he said again, his voice hoarse with desire. "That's it," he groaned, voice drowned out by the sound of your loud moans.

"Oh god," you whimpered. "I'm going to cum." He kept thrusting into you, his pace never wavering. You could feel your orgasm building, causing your nails to sink into his back. He gave you a few more hard, deep thrusts, nudging your g-spot everytime before you finally exploded, crying out as you came all over his cock.

He kept thrusting into you, grunting as he felt your pussy contract around his cock. "Fuck, yeah," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Give me one more. C'mon, be my good girl."He said, his voice deep and husky.

You whimpered as he continued to fuck you, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "I-I can't," You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. But he didn't stop, continuing to fuck you hard and fast until you could feel another orgasm building. "No, please, I can't!" You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Yes, you can," he grunted, reaching down and rubbing your clit at lightning speed.

"Oh god!" You shrieked, your voice echoing through the room as the intensity of pleasure consumed you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, overwhelmed by the sensations he was evoking.

"Yeah, you like that." He whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The sound of his words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, pushing you beyond your limits.

The room filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, ecstasy laced in each breath. The juxtaposition of the loving, gentle kisses he dropped on your warm skin and the relentless pounding sent you spiraling as you completely surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"Trent! I'm gonna cum!" you screamed as the second orgasm crashed over you. The intensity of the pleasure mixed with the pain, your body bucking and shaking as you came harder than ever before. 'That's it," he said. "Cum for me." He growled the words into your ear before burying his head into your neck to lay gentle kisses as your pussy gripped his cock tighter than ever.

He kept thrusting into you, grunting as he came, filling you with his cum. When he finished, he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. The room was filled with a euphoric silence as you both caught your breath, basking in the afterglow of what was once again a passionate night.

"Fuck, that was amazing." He whispered, breaking the silence that had settled, kissing your neck. "I'm so glad I married you."

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Me too." You said, snuggling closer to him. "I love you." He said, lifting his head from your neck to kiss you gently on the lips. "I love you too." You replied, wrapping your arms around him, feeling like the luckiest woman alive.

-Bianca🌻

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦

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Interruption 💦

Second Chances💕☠️

FOOTBALLER MASTERLIST

Warning!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).

Note: I decided to make a list for all my writings. Hope you like it. I might add more people as I go.

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

Concepts & Blurbs

Kylian Mbappé

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Jude Bellingham

Erling Haaland

Series:

Forever my heart (K.M)

trent imagine! footballer x footballer!reader where the reader plays for liverpool women’s team (add whatever you want too but would LOVE THIS)

Second Chances

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Trent are partnered for the Liverpool's drill day activities.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.9k

Warnings! ANGST, Fluff, swearing, asshole trent, feelings, confused trent, hurt/comfort

Life is not real.

It can't be. Surely the universe wouldn't be cruel enough to pair you up with the only guy on the whole team who you desperately trying to avoid. Surely.

Of all the people that you could've been paired up with, it had to be him.

Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Yep, that's right. After everything that happened at the New Year's party couple weeks ago, all you wanted to do was forget. You wanted to put the whole thing behind you and forget. But apparently, nothing ever wants to go right for you.

Which is why you're awkwardly standing in the middle of a football field, watching everyone else laugh and have fun with their partners while you desperately try to avoid his gaze.

Fuck, today was going to be long.

"So," he hesitantly begins, trying to break the uncomfortable silence between you. But before he can say anything else, you cut in. "Let's go join the others." And walk towards the group without waiting for his response, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Okay..." You hear him mutter under his breath as you walk away. You feel bad; your stomach is practically twisting at how you're treating him. But the thought of facing him after what happened that night was too much. You knew he wanted to talk about it; you could tell by how he looked at you.

But you were angry.

You were angry and hurt, and the emotions were still raw. What happened that night was still fresh on your mind, leaving wounds that hadn't yet healed.

You remember it so well, even if it's been a few weeks.

Trent had invited you to come with him to a New Year's party. It was his way of trying to make peace with you. Ever since your kiss, things have been tense between you two. Especially after you heard about him seeing someone else. It hurt too much. You were avoiding him.

At first, you refused because you didn't want to face him again after the humiliating rejection. But he insisted, promising that he just wanted to talk and clear the air. It would just be a casual night out with friends. Just like old times. Reluctantly, you agreed and went to the party with him.

You were standing in the middle of the bustling party, the bass thumping in your chest as you scanned the room. You spotted Trent across the crowded space, his eyes locked onto yours. A surge of excitement coursed through you as you made your way through the lively crowd.

You met him five years ago. It was your first day at Liverpool, and you were nervous as hell. It would be your first time debuting for the women's team. He found you having a panic attack, calmed you down, and gave you his water bottle. From then on, you guys became friends.

It was never your plan to fall in love with him, but the guy was just too charming to resist. The way he looked at you with those piercing chocolate brown eyes, the way he always made you laugh with his witty jokes, it was impossible not to develop feelings for him. Not to mention, he was hot as fuck.

Trent grinned as you approached, offering you a plastic cup filled with a strawberry margarita. Your heart fluttered as you realized he remembered you like fruity alcohol. "Hey, glad you made it," he says, his voice drowned out by the pulsating music.

"Yeah, I almost didn't," you reply, taking a sip of the drink. The sweetness masked the bite of the alcohol, making it easy to swallow. "Thanks for inviting me," you added, trying to sound casual.

Trent's smile widened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I meant what I said," he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I just want to clear the air. I hate how things have been between us."

You nodded, taking another sip to steady yourself. "Me too," you admitted. "But it’s not that easy, Trent."

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I want to try. Can we talk somewhere quieter?"

Reluctantly, you followed him outside to a quieter part of the yard. The cold air was a stark contrast to the warmth inside, and you shivered slightly as Trent draped his jacket over your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, clutching it around you.

He took a deep breath, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race. "I never meant to hurt you," he began. "That kiss...it meant something to me. But I was confused, and I handled it all wrong."

You could feel the tears welling up, but you blinked them back. "Seeing you with someone else hurt, Trent. It made me feel like I was just a game to you."

He shook his head vehemently. "You’re not a game to me. You never were. I was stupid, and I’m sorry. I want to make things right."

Before you could respond, a woman stormed toward you, her eyes ablaze with anger. It took a moment to recognize her as the girl you saw him with.

"What's going on here?" She demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She glared at you before turning her ire on Trent. "I thought you were busy!"

Trent's face paled, and he stepped back, caught off guard. "Y/N, it's not what you think," he stammered, glancing at you with an apologetic look.

You felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. "I knew it," you spat, stepping away from both of them. "This was a mistake."

"Wait, please," Trent pleaded, reaching out to you. But you were done. You turned and walked away, leaving the chaotic scene behind you. You didn't look back, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes, or the smugness in Maya's.

The days that followed were a blur. You tried to focus on your training, but the incident at the party played on a loop in your mind. Trent tried to call and text, but you ignored him, too hurt to respond. The memory of that night lingered, a constant reminder of your feelings and the messy reality of your relationship.

Now, standing on the football field with him again, all those emotions came rushing back. You wanted to move on, to forget, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As you join the group, you feel a pang of relief. At least with more people around, you wouldn't have to confront him directly.

The coach starts explaining the drills for the day, and you try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting back to that night.

"Alright, everyone pair up and start with passing drills," the coach commands, his voice booming across the field.

You groan inwardly. Of course, you still have to pair up with Trent. You glance at him, and he gives you a tentative smile. You roll your eyes. You take your positions and start passing the ball back and forth.

"Can we talk?" Trent asks quietly, keeping his eyes on the ball.

"About what?" you reply, your voice sharper than you intended.

"About what happened," he says, his tone pleading. "I know I messed up, but I want to make it right."

You pause for a moment, then kick the ball a little harder than necessary. "There's nothing to talk about. It happened, it's over."

"But it's not over for me," he insists, catching the ball with ease. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

You sigh, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Trent, I can't do this right now. Let's just focus on practice, okay." you huff with tears in your eyes, pleading for him to drop the subject. He looks like he wants to say more, but he nods, understanding. You continue the drill in silence, the unspoken words hanging heavily between you.

As the practice progresses, you find yourself getting lost in the rhythm of the game. For a while, you manage to push the memories and the emotions aside. You run, you pass, you play, and for those brief moments, it's just about the sport you love.

But then, during a break, you see Trent talking to one of his friends, his expression serious. You can't help but wonder what they're discussing. Is he talking about you? About that night? The curiosity and anxiety gnaw at you, but you force yourself to stay focused.

Then practice finally ends, and as everyone starts to leave, Trent approaches you again. "Please, can we just talk for a few minutes?"

You hesitate, but then you nod. "Fine. Five minutes."

You both find a quieter spot near the edge of the field. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Look, I know I hurt you," Trent begins, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "And I know I can’t change what happened. But I need you to understand that I never meant to lead you on or make you feel like you weren’t important to me."

You cross your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of distance. "Then why did you act like that? Why did you kiss me and then go out with someone else?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of my own feelings. I thought... I thought I could keep things simple by dating someone else, but it only made everything more complicated."

You bite your lip, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Complicated? You broke my heart, Trent. It’s not just complicated. It's... devastating."

"I know," he whispers, looking down. "And I hate myself for it. But I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner."

The sincerity in his eyes makes your resolve waver. "You really hurt me," you say, your voice cracking.

"I know," he says again, taking a tentative step closer. "But I want to make it up to you. If you give me a chance, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "I don’t know if I can just forget what happened. It’s not that easy."

"I’m not asking you to forget," he replies earnestly. "I’m asking for a chance to prove that I’m worth your time. That I can be better. That we can be better."

You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you see is regret and hope. Part of you wants to give in, to believe that things can be different, but another part is still wary, still hurting.

"Okay," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it’s going to take time. And you have to be patient with me."

His face lights up with relief. "I will be. I promise." And then, before you can react, he pulls you into a hug. "Thank you," he whispers against your hair. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

You feel your heart flutter, but you also feel a wave of trepidation. Was it really a second chance? Or was it just another game?

Only time will tell. But for now, you're willing to take a chance. You're willing to give him another shot at earning your heart. And hopefully, this time around, he'll prove that he's worth it.

-Bianca🌻

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