Just You And Me.

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.

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