Leah

just a girl obsessed with F1 and football also english is not my first language so sometimes i rly suck

[ayelbee]

MORE THAN LOVE | K. MBAPPÉ | 6

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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.

TW: bad english, bad writing

Notes: Hey, I know that this took me long enough but i'm back finally! My life has been simple a mess these few moths. But i hope that from now everything is gettig finally better... I don't want to promise you another chapter soon, because I am not really sure, but i will do my best! I am also working on a one shot with LW44... so stay tuned ig? Thank you for your support <3

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The ride to Kylain’s apartment was silent, the car was filled with tension and you wished Kylian would calm down before you got to his apartment. You were watching the Parisian streets, but your eyes darted to Kylian a few times. His knuckles were white as he was gripping the steering wheel. His eyes were darker than normally, he was also 100% focused on the road, but you catched him as he once shot Ethan a look through the mirror, you also felt his eyes on you. But you just digged yourself deeper into the seat.

After thirty minutes you finally arrived at the underground garages. A wave of memories washed over you as Kylian parked. But it was nothing compared to the memories coming up. Kylian unbuckled himself and disappeared from the car, you waited a few seconds before you turned your head to Ethan.

“It will be fine.” you tried to calm Ethan down, as you could see how nervous and scared he was.

“He will kill me.”

“Are you two going or what?” you heard Kylian’s voice from the outside, you could also see him through the window standing next to the elevator. You fastly unbuckled yourself and left the car. 

Once Kylian opened the door of his apartment, you could smell the smell of home. You promised yourself that you were over everything that happened, but seeing the familiar corridor leading to the living room, you wished for a moment that this was still your home too.

You followed Kylian closely as he was walking to the living room, your eyes scanning the walls, which used to be filled with paintings, but now they were empty. It felt colder, unfamiliar, uncomfortable.

Ethan was the first to take a seat in the living room. Kylian continued as he sat down on a chair. You took place next to Ethan on the couch. You didn’t know what to do, but after all you were the one who was responsible for this mess.

“Kylian, please don’t be angry with Ethan. We weren't doing this to hurt you.” you wanted to continue, but the voice of your ex boyfriend stopped you.

“Y/n don't defend him. I told you that he will do the speaking.”  Kylian looked into your eyes and for a moment you forgot about the world around you. For a second Kylian was calm, his eyes were not as dark as when is angry. His look was soft. And you felt the warmth of home. But this second was fastly turned back into reality. “So Ethan start the explaining:” now both of you were watching Ethan.

It took him a few seconds to find the first words.

“Y/n called me on my birthday-” 

“You called him on his birthday, but you didn’t even answer my text on your birthday! And you didn't even wish me a happy birthday” Ethan wasn’t even able to finish the sentence before Kylian interrupted him. Kylian sounded angry at first, but turned into sad as he was now watching you.

“I’m sorry Kylian” now you felt bad for not wishing him a good birthday “I wanted to, but it was after the whole world cup, so i just felt like it would not be a good thing to do.” Kylian was opening his mouth again but Ethan saw the whole awkward situation and decided to continue.

“So she called me and I somehow managed to convince Y/n to let us have another MCU day together. Movies, snacks, you know. So then we met, it was the day after you saw each other on the street and also the day when you called me, with the idea of going to the cinema together.”

“Like the day when you told me that you are out with a girl?” Kylian was confused, his anger stepped down, but he was still pissed.

“Yes, so practically I wasn't lying, I just wasn’t telling the real truth. Anyway then Y/n promised to come watch my game when you won’t be there.” Ethan stopped for a moment, catching another breath as he was speaking as fast as possible. “I never wanted to hurt you, I actually had in my plan to get you two back together. I just wanted to take it slowly, because even that Y/n is saying how over you she is, she is not. She is lying to herself and really badly because I could see it the moment I stepped into her flat. She is missing you, and she still loves you but Y/n is stubborn even more than you! But I know that she is not happy without you” now you were flabbergasted, you didn't understand what had just come out of Ethan, and even though you felt inside that he was right, you didn't admit it.

“Do you know that I am still here Ethan?” that was all what you were capable to say.

“I’m sorry Y/n, but it's just the truth.” Kylian was silent, he was staring onto the wall, thinking about every word that Ethan said. Now he wasn’t angry or pissed, or maybe he was, but just a little. He realized that Ethan is just really still a kid, who wanted to do his best and he he knew that his brother didn’t want to betray him.

You didn’t answer to Ethan, also thinking about every word that came out of him. 

“So now, when I explained everything, can we please order some food? I am starving.”  The youngest in the room broke the silence.

“Choose something then.” Kylian placed his phone into Ethan’s hand. The room felt again into silence as Ethan was browsing through UberEats. 

“I think I will go.” you started to stand up.

“That’s nonsense Y/n, I dragged you all the way across Paris, now let's all eat and then I'll take you both home. Okay?” Kylian was staring into your eyes. 

“I don’t know Kylian, I can call myself a taxi.”

“Y/n please, that’s stupid.” he was piercing you with his eyes. You couldn’t say no to these eyes. His eyes were rich and dark, like coffee beans, which you used to love like your morning coffee. But those times were long gone.

“Okay, I guess that I can stay.”

“Great, what do you want to eat?” Kylian smiled a little, convincing you to stay a little longer was his little victory. He wanted to stare at you, he wanted to have you in his presence. He missed your beauty, your smile and everything that came with you. He knew that you weren’t here for him, but still, he was happy just for a moment.

“Look guys, this looks good!” Ethan was turning the screen towards you.

Ethan suggested watching a documentary he'd heard about, while waiting for your food. So now all of you are comfortably sitting in a living room. Except the only person who was focused on this documentary was Ethan. You weren’t able to listen to this document, because your head was full of Kylian. The fact that you felt his gaze on you, wasn’t helping.

Were you actually happy without him? Was Ethan right?

No he wasn’t. Yes, you missed Kylian, but you would not be able to be happy with him. Not when he wasn’t able to accept your job. Not when small things made him angry. Not when he accused you of putting the relationship on the back burner.

These were the things that made you two broke up, these things couldn’t be fixed till the day when Kylian will realize how wrong he is. You did everything to save this. But it just didn’t work out and you won’t waste your years saving something that can’t be saved because of his stubbornness. 

Kylian on the other hand was thinking about how to get you back. Words of his brother were stuck in his head. He tried to believe them, so he would have a reason and hope to believe that he can get you back. Hope to believe that he is the best for you and that he is the reason for your happiness. Because he knows that you are the best for him and that you are also the reason for his happiness. 

He also felt like he almost forgot how beautiful you are. He couldn’t take his eyes from you. He wished to see you from the front, but even your side profile was everything he needed in his life. And he was ready to give everything in the world to get you back into his life.

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Two hours later you were back in the car, typing your address into Kylian’s SATNAV. The atmosphere in the car was way more calmer than earlier. You and Kylian exchanged just a few words all afternoon. You were mostly silent, while he and Ethan were talking about football.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Kylian's parents' house. You exchanged quick goodbye with Ethan after another minute Kylian was driving you home. The rest of the drive was silent again, just the soft music coming from the radio echoed through the car. After another twenty minutes Kylian stopped in front of your apartment building. 

“Thank you.” you looked at him.

“Don’t, I was happy to do it.” he smiled, 

“Take care, Kylian.” you smiled back at him as you were ready to open the door.

“Y/n.” he stopped you as you turned back at him “do you think that we could go out together? Maybe for dinner or something?” his eyes were full of hope.

“I don’t think we should Kylian. This is better for both of us.” you hated to see his eyes sadden, but this was the right thing to do.

“Are you really happy Y/n or was Ethan right?” Kylian’s eyes were intense. You felt like he was reading you like a book. But you still couldn’t let the feelings inside of you take over the rational side of yourself

“Ethan is a kid, he still doesn’t understand life fully.”

“You didn’t answer my question Y/n.” his voice was urgent, Kylian needed to hear that Ethan was right. But you were not able to answer him so instead you gave him one last quick look and you opened the door. 

“Bye Kylian.” you could hear your name again, but before he was able to continue you closed the door again and left.

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[ayelbee]

MORE THAN LOVE | K. MBAPPÉ | 7

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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.

TW: bad english, bad writing

Notes: Hey, I'm so sorry that this took me so long, but last few months weren't really good to me. I'm really grateful for those who reached out to me (sorry, for no answering loves, but i do really love you and im thankful for you)

I will be back soon with a new chapter, love you very much guys

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The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions. You tried to focus on work, but thoughts of Kylian kept creeping into your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Ethan was right, that maybe there was still a chance for you and Kylian. But your rational side reminded you of the reasons you two broke up in the first place.

One evening, as you were sitting on your couch, scrolling through your phone, you received a text from an unknown number. It simply read, "Can we talk?" You felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. After a moment of contemplation, you replied with a hesitant, "Okay."

The response came quickly, "Meet me at our spot tomorrow, 7 PM."

"Our spot" was a small park near the Seine River where you and Kylian used to spend lazy afternoons. It held countless memories, both happy and bittersweet. The idea of meeting there again brought a flood of emotions, but you agreed nonetheless.

The next evening, you found yourself at the park, the air filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers. As you approached the familiar bench, you saw Kylian waiting. His expression was a mix of nervousness and determination.

"Hi," he greeted you, standing up as you approached.

"Hi," you replied, unsure of what to expect.

Kylian gestured to the bench, and you both sat down. The silence hung heavy in the air until Kylian spoke, "I've been doing a lot of thinking, Y/n."

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I know things between us didn't end well, and I've spent these days realizing my mistakes. I miss you, and I miss us," he confessed, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reciprocation.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "Kylian, we broke up for a reason. I can't forget the arguments, the misunderstandings, and the pain we caused each other."

He nodded, acknowledging your words. "I've been talking to my brother, and he made me see things from a different perspective. I know I messed up, but I'm willing to change, to make things work."

You looked at him skeptically, but a small part of you wanted to believe him. "Kylian, change takes time. It's not something that happens overnight. And I can't ignore the past."

He reached for your hand, his touch familiar and comforting. "I'm willing to put in the effort, Y/n. I love you, and I want to make things right."

As you looked into his eyes, you saw a sincerity that tugged at your heartstrings. The inner battle between your emotions and logic continued. Could Kylian change? Could you trust him again?

But deep down, you knew that reopening old wounds might not be the best idea. With a heavy heart, you pulled your hand away and said, "Kylian, I appreciate your honesty, but I need time to think. We both do."

He nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Take all the time you need, Y/n. I just want a chance to show you that I can be the man you deserve."

You left the park that evening with a mix of emotions. The ball was now in your court, and the decision weighed heavily on your shoulders. The ride home was filled with the echoes of Kylian's words, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about the path ahead.

Could Kylian become the man you deserve? This wasn't the first time Kylian promised you that he would work on himself. Memories of that day came back to into your head.

The following week marked your return from the trip to visit your family in New York. The air in the apartment felt different as you unpacked your bags and settled back into your routine. The memories of the argument with Kylian still lingered, but there was an unspoken understanding that both of you needed time and space to heal.

As you entered the living room, you found Kylian sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The atmosphere was tense, but you were determined to address the underlying issues.

"Hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Kylian looked up, offering a small smile. "Hey. How was your trip?"

"It was good. Nice to spend time with my family," you replied, taking a seat opposite him.

A silence hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. You decided to break it, "Kylian, we need to talk about what happened before I left."

He nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and longing. "I know. I messed up, Y/n. I shouldn't have said those things."

You sighed, "It's not just about what you said. It's about us, about our expectations and how we communicate. I don't want us to keep hurting each other."

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "I don't want that either. I just… I got scared, and I didn't handle it well."

"I get that you're worried about us, about me. But we can't let fear dictate how we communicate," you emphasized.

He looked at you, his eyes searching for understanding. "I don't want to lose you, Y/n. I love you, and I don't want my insecurities to ruin what we have."

The sincerity in his voice tugged at your heart. "Kylian, I love you too. But we need to find a way to support each other without stifling our individual dreams. I won't ask you to give up football, and I can't give up my career either."

He nodded, a silent agreement settling between you. "I know, and I'm willing to work on it. I want us to figure this out together."

A sense of relief washed over you. "Me too. But it means we need to be open and honest with each other, even if it's uncomfortable."

Kylian reached for your hand, a small smile playing on his lips. "Deal. I don't want to lose you, Y/n. You're too important to me."

You squeezed his hand, a shared understanding passing between you. "I don't want to lose us either, Kylian. Let's take it one step at a time."

As you sat there, hands intertwined, a renewed sense of hope filled the room. The journey ahead remained uncertain, but the commitment to understanding and supporting each other became the foundation on which you both hoped to rebuild. The scars of the past would take time to heal, but the willingness to grow together offered a glimmer of possibility for the future.

Possibility for the future that didn't work out in the end....

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[ayelbee]

I still check your page hoping you’ll update 😭

you can check it tomorrow babe

[ayelbee]

tbh I’ve been praying you’ll come out of retirement 💀😭

im sorry🤣 tomorrow its going to be that day

[ayelbee]

Come back 😫😫😫

tomorrow baby😽

[ayelbee]

new chapter tomorrow?

[ayelbee]

can anyone please explain to me what the fuck is in the spring air? three weeks ago just two of my five girls had relationship, today? all of them are in happy relationships with guys they wanted. they left me in this thing alone! i am single just for three months and they think that it's fair from them to leave me here alone? to make things even more funier all of the guys are from one friend group! and im left here like lost puppy!!

ofc that im happy for them, cuz they all deserve to by happy and loved, i know all the guys and they are amazing and the last thing i would ever want for them to be single just because of me, but tell me who will complain about how guys are miserable?

[ayelbee]

Do you have a date for when chapter 6 will be uploaded?

hey, i am sorry, but i don't really know when. i've been a walking mess for the last weeks and i really have no idea when i am going to finish that chapter, but i am going to try my best to post it as soon as possible, sorry for waiting love ❤️

[ayelbee]

NO PRESSURE AT ALL! I just want you to know that the last chapter of more than love was amazing and I can’t wait for the next

thank you love! ❤️

[trentsixtysix-deactivated202408]

I’m bored and curious who’s a footballer yous find attractive that others dont?

[ayelbee]

mathys tel🫶🏼

[ef-1]

If you missed the aus gp, no you didnt

[mauvecherie-writes]

Forever Is A Longtime: part one.

pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x black f!reader

summary: a relationship is never truly over until it is. the road to that conclusion is long and filled with temptation.

warning: MINORS DNI 18+ explicit smut, dirty talk, non-protective sex, oral sex, phone sex, angst, unstable emotions. not edited thoroughly (I got tired)

notes: thank you for being patient, thank you for loving me, thank you for reading. it’s unstable emotions from the protagonists but this is the beginning. please leave feedback and comments.

word count: 4.07K.

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Today had been a long day and you were more than ready to get into bed as you leathered your face with your last layer of night cream. Your date with Zain had been splendid as always. He took you on a date to one of his friend’s gallery, that he was showcasing a new collection. You even bought a couple of pieces that would go well in your apartment.

Everything about Zain was … nice. Of course he had other redeeming qualities but he was just kind of boring in the sense that he didn’t spark anything within you. But you were going to stick it out. It had only been six dates thus far and there was room to grow. You did like him and were going to give him a chance.

You sighed as you left the bathroom and turned off the lights, ready to snuggle into your blankets. As you pulled on the covers, ready to lay down, your phone rang, vibrating on the side table. You glanced at the screen and your heart dropped within the cavity of your chest.

Lewis.

Did you want to pick the call up? No. You knew what it led to. So you tried your best to ignore it. Silencing your phone and declining the call, you placed the phone back down and made sure that your bonnet was secure before you laid down. Your phone screen lit up again - this time with a text message.

Lewis: Pick up the phone Princess. I miss your voice.

Fuck, he always knew the right words to say. Princess was your favourite nickname and he was the only person who called you that. The phone began to ring again but this time you sighed as you pressed the answer button.

“What do you want?”

He chuckled into the receiver which sent chills down your spine. “There she is. Fucking missed that beautiful voice of yours.”

“Lewis, seriously. What do you want?”

“You don’t even miss me a little, baby?”

“I don’t, actually.”

He chuckled in dismissal. “I’ll give you that but just listen to me for a bit.” You licked your lips letting the drawl of his voice wash over you.

“I’m by myself and I was thinking about you. Then I started watching that video we made on my birthday last year. You remember it Princess? When you let me fuck you in the ass and you came so hard you almost passed out. Fuck, I’ll never forget that.” Lewis groaned before continuing. “I swear every time I close my eyes, I can feel you around my dick.”

“Lewis…” you mumbled his name as your legs clenched at the memory of the night of his birthday. The same video that he was describing was kicked away in your hidden folder on your phone. You were tempted to watch the video yourself but listening to him speak was far more enthralling.

“Sssshhh, just listen.” You could hear shuffling from his end before a soft groan left him. “I’m touching myself right now, I can’t stop myself. Wanna listen to me come all over myself to the thought of you bouncing on my dick?”

You only answer with a soft whimper which he took as the green light to continue. As he described what he was doing to himself, your fingers had moved down to rub your clit through your underwear - slightly teasing yourself, needing so much more than what you were getting right now.

“My dick is so hard thinking about your tits bouncing in my face. They’re so perfect and begging for me to suck on them.” His voice was shakier than before. “And your clit is rubbing against the base of my cock and you’re letting out that sweet moan I love so much.”

You gasped at the vulgarity of his words and then followed through with a whimper which Lewis hummed in response. “Yeah, that’s the one. Always sounding so good. So sweet for me.”

At this point, you were touching yourself. Your fingers were deep inside of your cunt, steadily bringing yourself to a climax with the taunting of his words. You couldn’t mute your wetness and it was so loud, it could reach Lewis.

“Fuck! Are you touching yourself Princess? I can hear how wet you are and it’s all for me.”

“Lew.”

“Princess.” His voice was strained as his breathing became heavier. “Fucking miss that pretty hole so much. Miss fucking you until you can’t remember your name.”

You rolled onto your back and shoved your fingers deeper into your pussy, moving them faster and faster. Your breathing became heavier as you lost yourself in the self-pleasure.

“I wish -.” You whispered. Your sentence was broken by strangled moans escaping you.

“You wish what baby? Tell me.”

“I wish you were here, fucking me. I want you stretching and filling me up with your big cock.”

“I think about doing that everyday.” Lewis whispered which caused walls to flatter around your fingers.

“But you’re so bad for me.” You replied.

“But I make you feel good don’t I? I always do.” You hummed having no words to give him as you closed your eyes to imagine Lewis in between your thighs bringing you to climax instead of your fingers.

“I can hear you’re about to cum Princess.”

“I am!” You gasped out loud as you moved your hips to the pace of your fingers.

“Me too baby.” You could hear the frenzy of his fist over the length of his dick as he worked himself into an orgasm. “Thinking about filling you up.” He hissed continuing. “Giving you all my come until it’s leaking out you —.”

“Daaadddyyyy fuck!—.” You exclaimed as you came all over your fingers. Hearing you reach your climax triggered his own. Lewis’s grunts came out loud as his come landed all over his stomach and chest. He whimpered as the last of his spent dribbled down his length.

The both of you were silent as you tried to steady your breaths.

“You good Princess?” He asked you.

“Yeah…” Your voice sounded so wreaked as you tried to control the tsunami of emotions that was about to come from within you. No words were shared but the increasing feeling of shame was galling at you. And as if he could pick up on your silent irritation, Lewis said.

“What’s wrong Princess? Talk to me.”

“Did you just use me to get your nut?”

“You want an honest answer? Or do you want me to lie to you?”

“Oh you bastard!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like our little phone —.” Before he could finish the sentence, you hung up the phone call. Lunging the phone into the pool of your blankets, you hid your face into your pillow and screamed into it. Just like that, your high had been ruined and all you were left with was anger. As much as you wanted to ponder on what had just happened, it was not worth the headache that would follow right after.

The weight of your orgasm drifted you to sleep with the only thought of dealing with Lewis being left on your mind.

The very next morning, you prepared for work but before you arrived at your store, your Uber dropped you off at Lewis’s building. Flicking your silk press over your shoulder, you strutted through the lobby confidently.

“Hi Dimitri!” You greeted the security at the front desk. “Is Lewis upstairs?”

“Y-yes, Miss YN! Good morning.”

“Good morning.” You winked at him as you walked to the resident’s elevators. Your nerves had been fried since the previous night. Seeing Lewis in the flesh was completely different than speaking to him on the phone. It had been seven months since your last physical encounter. Luckily, your schedules made sure that the two of you rarely bumped into each other.

Typically after a steamy phone call session with Lewis, there was small talk and then you wouldn’t call or text each other for a few weeks until that itch took over. However, with the way things ended last night, the record needed to be set straight. Your relationship was over - the both of you needed to move on. YOU needed to move on and cut ties with Lewis.

It was the best thing to do.

You arrived at his floor and just before you could knock on his door, it swung open and he was standing in the door frame.

“How did you know that I was coming?” You softly asked. His lips quirked upward as leaned sideways, his weight falling on his hip.

“Dimitri phoned to let me know.” Lewis then moved to the side to allow you to enter into the penthouse. The place had not changed at all since your last visit. It was clean yet there were a few dog toys scattered in the open living room area.

“Where’s Roscoe?” You asked as you looked around and listened for the dog’s snoring.

“He’s with Nic.” He replied.

You nodded your head with a soft sigh as you placed your purse onto the couch.

“We need to talk.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath as you straightened your back. “We can’t keep doing this shit Lewis. It’s getting out of hand. We clearly don’t give each other what we want.”

“I think last night showcased how clearly we do give each other what we want.” Lewis replied as he encroached onto your space. “We’re just simply … a little volatile.”

“And that sounds normal to you?” You enquired, your eyebrows furrowing softly.

“I live a pretty abnormal life, Princess. So this is quite normal to me.”

You scoffed in response along with rolling your eyes. “You’re not taking me seriously.” You huffed.

Seeing through your faux stance, he pulled you into his arms. With the limited space in between you, Lewis untied your trench coat and slit his arms around your waist, tugging you even closer.

“I’ll take you seriously when you actually mean it.” Lewis spoke softly as he tried to look into your eyes but you kept your gaze on his T-shirt covered chest. His skin was so tanned, so bronzed from being sun touched from his vacation. Taking advantage of your aloofness, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“You’re not here because you’re mad at this and what we did last night.” Lewis mumbled as he placed light kisses on your neck. “You just wanted the real thing, knowing I could never deny you.”

Your eyes flattered close as he sucked on your skin, pushing your coat away from your shoulders. He took note of your gold satin blouse and black pencil skirt but he was more focused on getting you into his bed.

“Lewis …”

“Sshh.” He hushed, placing a finger against your lips. When you looked up at him as your mouth softly parted, the touch of your warm breath against his finger was enough temptation for him to grip your head in his hands and capture your lips in a heated kiss.

All rationale was lost the more you became more engrossed in the kiss. One touch from him was enough for you to forget your intentions - whether they were true or not. This was what you hated and loved about Lewis, his ability to crop your world view to just the two of you.

You barely focused on his hands trailing down the length of your body and stopping at your hips before he pulled up your skirt to your waist. You sighed as the cool breeze of the penthouse touched the skin of your legs. He picked you up in his arms and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist.

As Lewis walked towards his bedroom, the kisses were tender yet with a deep passion you always yearned for. You sucked on his tongue with your fingers caressing his beard.

Soon, he dumped you on his bed and rushed to strip your clothes away from your body. You let out a yelp as you tried to crawl away from his heavy hand that was smacking your thighs. But Lewis grabbed your ankle and dragged you towards the end of the bed and proceeded to hover above you.

“We’ll always find our way back to each other YN. All it takes is for you to stop denying it to yourself.”

“Stop talking.” You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to you for a kiss. You arched your hips forwards to rub yourself against him.

“You want to be fucked baby?” He taunted you as he moved his lips down your jawline. “Hmm? Answer me gorgeous.” He whispered against your adam’s apple as he rubbed his thumbs into your flesh.

“Yes - fuck.” You begged.

Whenever you were beneath him, Lewis never wanted to rush, he always savoured these moments. He kissed every inch of your chest, down your torso before he settled in between your parted legs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned as he gazed upon your bare pussy. Your scent was intoxicating, so musky and sweet to him. He could never forget you - no matter how much he tried.

“Lay back for me Princess.” He instructed you and the moment your head touched the pillow, he dove straight in. He slid his tongue from your hole to your clit, swirling the muscle around your bud before he came back to your hole and pushed his tongue in. The intrusion caused you to gasp and reach down to grab at his head but he let out a warning growl which forced you to drop your hands back down onto the bed.

“Oh fuck! Baby - fuuu -.” Your breathing was already heavy as you tried to steady yourself but his mouth moved everywhere it could. His movements were sloppy but it was desperate in a way that you enjoyed. He was letting you know that he missed you.

“Look at me.” You whimpered as you got to your elbows. With your pussy in his mouth, his brown eyes held the most fierce eye contact as he rolled his tongue over and over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Shhiiittt.” You choked on your moans as he worked on your clit. The stimulation on the bundle of nerves had you thrusting your hips into his mouth, chasing that orgasm that was so close. He held your thighs open, fucking you with his tongue until you were shaking. One hand came to the back of his head and the other to your breast to pull on your nipple.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m gonna fucking come!” You warned Lewis. You heard him grunt in response but it barely reached your ears as white noise took over. Your body tensed up as your climax peaked and then crashed through your entire body. You weren’t too sure if you had clamped your thighs around his head but you felt Lewis’s hands and hips move along your body until he was hovering above your face.

When you finally opened your eyes, they trailed down his now, naked body with his thickness nudging your thigh.

“Welcome back to earth sweetheart.” He smirked down at you. A smart remark was at the tip of your tongue but you focused on wrapping your legs around his waist instead.

“If I didn’t want your dick inside of me, I would have pushed you off.” You mumbled as you placed your hands on his biceps. Lewis chuckled before licking his lips. With the hand in between your bodies, he led his cock into the warmth of your cunt.

“You always have a smart quip but can’t seem to take it when it’s given back.” He murmured as he licked down your neck as he snuggled deep within you.

“You’re so big, shit.” You whimpered, catching the hitch of his breath against your cheek. Your walls were snug right around him and it took a moment for him to focus.

“Some things never change.” He quickly found his pace. Steady but not too fast. It had been a while since you had slept with anyone, let alone him - it took some time for his thickness to adjust to breaching your pussy. Lewis kissed you and slipped his tongue into your mouth as he maneuvered your legs into his arms which caused him to feel like he was deeper than he was before.

“Baby.” You groaned as you closed your eyes and felt him press against your spot repeatedly.

“You’re so fucking perfect. You always are Princess.” He whispered as he brought you to meet his thrusts. His fingers were digging into your flesh as he did so but you didn’t care for the pain of the pinch. It felt too good.

Fucking you was always something that Lewis committed to memory. The way you smelt, the way you felt around him, how you moaned for him and only for him. It was disheartening that your relationship with him had to be like this but the most carnal parts of him could not let you go.

Ever.

You pushed against his chest as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to rise. Lewis dipped his head to kiss you again, deeply and hungrily.

“Don’t stop … please … just like that.” You choked as you clenched around his dick. Your moans couldn’t be stopped as he picked up his pace until you were screaming beneath him.

“There you go, beautiful. Getting wetter and wetter the harder I fuck you.” His pelvis was slapping against yours. Each pound stimulated your clit which left you withering until tears were lining your lashes. Watching you fall apart at his hand fuelled him. It was addictive and it gave him the greatest pleasure to watch you cry out his name and have your cunt squeeze his dick for all that he is worth.

He wanted to tell you that you were his, that you belonged to him but it was pointless. You knew that already - no matter how much you denied it to yourself.

He buried his face in your neck and sucked on your skin, hard. You knew that it would leave a mark but neither of you cared. Without words, your arms tightened around him as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body shook with after waves which made Lewis grunt loudly in your ear.

“Look at me.” You whispered before you held his face in your hands and watched as it contorted in pleasure as he fucked you through your climax until he reached his. The moans left his sweet lips and you swallowed them all in a passionate kiss. He filled you up with his seed until you felt it dripping out of you and wetting your skin.

You held each other, making out until your erratic heartbeats calmed down. You signaled for a switch in position and you ended up on top of him. Looking at the clock on the wall, you still had more than an hour until you needed to leave for work.

Lewis was still semi-hard inside of you and you could feel him hardening further from just watching you above him.

“Why can’t we ever be normal?” You asked.

“Like I said before, Princess. Normal is boring and that’s not who we are.” Lewis replied as he settled his hands on your hips and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

You rolled your eyes at his explanation. “But it’s not healthy, Lew. The back and forth is getting tiring. It’s either we work together or we’re not.”

Lewis sat up and wrapped his arms around your torso. “I’ve always wanted you. I want you in every possible way that I can have you.” His speech was sounding good, great even. However, it was incredibly unfortunate that his phone vibrated at that moment and disturbed the moment.

Naturally, your head turned to the side table and looked at the lit up screen. And thank god that you did. A frown immediately drew on your face as you rushed to grab the device.

“Who the fuck is Madison and why is she texting you asking about your date later on today?” The bitterness in your tone could not be hidden.

“Princess —.” Before he could even finish what he had to say, you had jumped off his body, ignoring the loss of fullness, you threw his phone in his direction.

“You really fucked me knowing that you had a date tonight?!” You brashly exclaimed as you hastily put your clothes back on.

“Oh come off it! Don’t act like you didn’t come here wanting to get fucked.”

“Get over yourself Lewis! I genuinely tried to have a conversation with you and then you did that - that.” You waved your hands in front of him toward his direction before you continued. “That thing you do to distract me because you don’t want to have the conversation!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t have any free will to push me off and leave my house, that you willingly came to by the way.” Lewis rushed off the bed and put on his sweats. “Not only did you not put up any type of effort to stop me, you fucking wanted it.”

“Because you keep playing on the fact that I can’t deny you!”

“You won’t deny me YN! There’s a difference! It’s like every single time, you’re actively trying deny what is the complete obvious!”

“Because it’s toxic Lewis!” You yelled. “We get together, it’s sparks, it’s fireworks and it’s amazing but in mere moments, we’re at each other’s throats and then we’re not speaking to each other until the cycle repeats itself! We’re behaving like we’re children here and it’s tiring! I’m tired.” Your shoulders slumped as the back of your eyes began to pinch with tears. Your bottom lip was beginning to tremble but you sucked it into your mouth to hide it.

“Then let’s end it all know. I hate this energy between us baby, I hate it as much as you do. I’ll message her and you message Zack or whatever and we cut it off and we get back to us.” He tried to reach for your hand but you took a step back which halted any further action from him. He looked at you with sunken eyes. They were brimming with an unshed sadness and despair that you were unwilling to confront.

You couldn’t think straight.

“Like you said. We’re volatile - completely unstable when we’re together and at this point in our lives and careers we cannot afford that type of instability. This has got to stop Lewis. No texts, no phone calls - nothing. We need to end this.” The finality in your tone should have scared Lewis off but as he peered into your eyes, the anguish riddling you was pleading out to him.

His heart felt heavy as he placed his hands on his waist. Lewis’s head fell forwards, his braids creating a curtain around his head as if to offer some protection to his unveiling feelings. Your pointed shoes came into his frame of view but he only lifted his head when he felt your lips on his cheek. They lingered for a breath longer.

The deafening silence echoing in the room that once been filled with cries of your desire.

When you tried to move away from him, Lewis grabbed your face into his hands once more and kissed you. There was no softness, just pure desperation lined with hopes of salvation. The pleading from gnashing of teeth. The sobs vibrating from chest to mouth as the emotional tsunami awaiting was being mocked to shore.

He tore his lips away from you as if scorched from the embrace. Lewis opened his eyes and retracted his body away from you, forcing you to do the same.

This time, he did not make a move to stop you from leaving physically but he did with his words.

“I’ll never let you go YN.”

“You need to try.”

Leaving him standing there rocked you but not much more than the conviction in his tone. Even as you tried to increase the distance between you and the man who truly held your heart, nothing was more truer than his parting words.

The worst part of it all … you did not want to let go either …

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Wasted Time - Trent Alexander Arnold 

Summary : Request Here

It takes more than gifts & trips to rebuild something when the trust is gone. Trent thinks he can keep y/n's affection despite his indiscretions but y/n isn't so keen.

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 6.3K

Requested Song: Both Sides of a Smile - Dave ft James Blake

“You look nice,” Trent complimented you as you handed him your suitcase. You hummed in response and walked around to get into his car. Today you were going to Ibiza with Trent and some friends. On paper, flying private to Ibiza to go stay in a lush villa sounded great but deep down you felt Trent only invited you to plaster over the cracks in your friends with benefits situationship.

Trent got into the car and stayed quiet for a bit, driving you two to the airport. 

“Are you excited?” He asked after a few minutes of you toggling through songs on your phone. 

“Ummhmm,” you wordlessly responded, avoiding looking up from your phone. 

“I think we’re going to have fun, maybe we can go for dinner tonight, you and me,” Trent suggested. You sighed and looked up at him. 

“Trent, we both know I’m only here so we can fuck in Ibiza. Can we just leave it at that,” you told him not in the mood for another round of him pretending like he wanted more when he clearly didn’t. Trent started to defend himself but you turned up the volume on the car radio in a show that you were not in the mood to listen to him. 

You have known Trent for many years, since you were teens. The two of you stupidly tried to date when you were teens but that quickly dissolved when Trent made his debut for Liverpool and the flood gates of women opened. You should’ve just walked away then but you didn’t, you couldn't. The two of you converted your teenage love affair to just friends - convincing yourselves you just weren’t ready for commitment. That then turned to the current friends with benefits situation. 

The benefits of your situation definitely extended beyond the sex. Trent often showered you with expensive gifts and like now, took you on his travels. You used to feel guilty but it was his way of dealing with his guilt for every time he fucked someone other than you after he promised you were the only one. You were past pain and anger with him - now numb to his indiscretions. You didn’t own him and he didn’t owe you his loyalty. You just ignored his crap and enjoyed the dick. 

You marched on to the plane first, leaving Trent behind on the tarmac talking with his friends. When he came on, he sheepishly came to your side silently asking to sit with you. You looked up at him, headphones already glued into your ears. He gave you a pleading look, making you sighed and pull your handbag off the chair next to you, giving him the okay to sit with you. Trent took his place next to you and looked at you looking out of the window for a moment before putting in his headphones himself and silently settling next to you. 

The beginning of the flight you didn’t speak much but started to relax during the flight. You didn’t pull away when Trent put his hand on your thigh, nor did you fight when he would whisper in your ear about how he was excited to see how good you’d look poolside.

It was complicated to describe how you felt about Trent - love, hate and indifferent could all describe points of your relationship. However, despite all the ups and downs you were still very much attracted to him, his smile still made your stomach flip and enjoyed your times together especially the times in your bed. 

When you got to your villa much to his disapproval, you told Trent you were not rooming with him and went on a hunt to pick your room. You picked one with an ensuite and an ocean view and you straight away went to shower off the plane ride and get ready for sunbathing at the pool. 

When you were done getting ready you walked out through the main room in just your bikini, clipping up your hair as you passed the boys chatting. You could feel Trent’s eyes on you but you didn’t look back, if he wanted you he’d have to work for it - flying you out was not enough to make you just fall to your knees. 

You put on your sunblock and laid out on the pool lounger to take in some sun. You were out there for maybe 15 minutes before you heard footsteps coming toward you and then a weight landing next to your thighs on the lounger. You knew it was him but you didn’t look, you kept your eyes closed under your sunglasses and ignored his presence. 

“I like this colour on you,” he said rubbing his hand up your exposed thigh. You didn’t say anything but you didn’t stop him as he moved his hand further up your thigh. Trent was not discouraged by your lack of response, he continued to move his hand along your thigh before dipping it between your legs and stroking his fingers along your covered core. 

“Trent.” you warned as you felt him hook his finger under the fabric of your bikini bottom. 

“Yes love?” he said, continuing his teasing and pulling your bottoms to the side. Before you could speak again he slipped his thumb beneath the fabric and pressed it against your clit, starting painfully slow circles. You instinctively opened your legs wider for him as he increased the pace on your clit. You could only hope no one in the house would notice as the back of your chair was to the house. Trent leaned forward to your ear, dipping a finger into your pussy before he spoke. 

“Come to my room,” he pushed his finger deeper inside after his request, making you arch your back off the lounger before he pulled his fingers away from your body with a kiss to your cheek. He got up and walked inside without a further word. You rolled your eyes at the ease with which he had you eager to fuck him. You wanted to play a bit more hard but your brain was taken over by your pussy and she wanted him and wanted him now. 

You got off the pool lounger soon after Trent left and walked back into the villa keeping your head straight as you passed the boys on your way to Trent’s room. 

When you got there the door was ajar, you pushed it open to see Trent sitting on the bed shirtless. He stood up when he noticed you and walked toward where you were at the door. He pressed his chest against yours as he leant forward to close the door behind you. 

“You do look really good in this colour,” he said leaning into your ear, placing kisses down your neck as moved his hand behind you to untie your top. 

“So why take it off?” you asked as he nipped at your neck. 

“Because, you look better without it,” he said, stepping back to look at your bare chest as the bikini top fell from your body. You rolled your eyes but stepped out of your bikini bottom without complaint when he tugged it down. He stood and pulled your naked body to him, grabbing your face and kissing you. You leaned into him, letting his tongue into your mouth as his hands moved down your body and grabbed your ass. He slapped your ass and picked you up, moving and laying you down on the bed with his tongue still down your throat. He continued to kiss you as his hands drifted down your body, over your nipples pausing to tease them taut before moving down to your now wet pussy.

He strokes his fingers along your slit before dipping two fingers in making you moan into his mouth. He separated his lips from yours to watch you crumble under him as he skillfully moved his long fingers in your pussy - hitting places that made your legs shake. He drove you closer to the edge by adding his thumb to your clit, rubbing quick circles whilst his tongue that was now on your nipple circling and flicking the sensitive nub. 

“Trent,” you moaned his name, tethered on the edge of your orgasm. He  pushed his fingers deeper inside of you and grazed your nipple with his teeth making you grip the previous crisp white sheets as you came. He pulled his fingers from your pussy and put them in your mouth, making you lick yourself clean off him as he took off his shorts. 

It didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, you never got used to the initial stretch of his cock. You gripped his hair, pulling him to kiss you as he pushed deeper into your pussy, slowly rocking his hips into yours giving you time to get used to him before picking up pace and force. You should have been quieter given you weren’t alone in this house but everyone knew you two were up to know good, it didn’t make sense hiding your pleasure when Trent was oh so deep inside of you. 

You were lost in the feeling of him when he suddenly pulled out making your eyes snapped open. He was getting off the bed and grabbed your hand to pull you up as well. 

“What?” you asked, stumbling out of the bed on shaky legs. 

“Come here,” Trent said, pulling you with him, he opened the balcony door and pulled you into the warm late afternoon air of Ibiza. The balcony overlooked the empty beach far below you. You couldn’t actually see anyone but you were still very much naked and very much outside. 

“Trent we can’t,” you said, turning to him. He walked you to the bannister with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes that were sparkling in the sun. He pinned you against the fogged glass of the balcony, his lips back on yours preventing you from further complaints. It was easy to forget where you were when his lips were on yours and his hands were on your body. His fingers toyed with your nipples and his thigh pressed against your drenched core, leaving you needy enough to agree to whatever he wanted. 

“Turn around,” he demanded and you obeyed immediately, turning to face the view of the calm ocean, pushing your hips back against his hard cock that you desperately wanted inside of you. To your pleasure, Trent quickly sunk himself inside your pussy, pushing you against the glass as he did. He moved the hand that wasn’t holding your hip to your neck, pulled your face to him to kiss you as he fucked you from behind on the Ibizan balcony. Between the thrill of being outside and Trent’s cock pounding into you with rapid deep pace you were quivering to your orgasm quickly, near screaming his name into the ocean air as you came, he wasn’t  far behind you - the two of you gripping the balcony to catch your breath before he finally pulled out and pulled you to sit on the balcony couch with him. 

“You know I didn’t bring you here just to fuck right?” Trent told you, pulling to his chest on the outdoor couch. 

“So what we just did was what exactly?” you questioned him looking up at his pretty face. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“You’re being difficult,” he complained, you shrugged and got up walking back into the room to get dressed. Trent followed after you, “So about dinner tonight?” he asked, watching you get dressed in your bikini. 

“Not in the mood,” you dismissed his request again, not wanting to get closer than sex this trip. He sighed and put on his clothes, “See you later, I’m gonna take a nap,” you left his room with that and went to yours with your head up despite the fact that the whole house probably heard you cuming on Trent’s dick just now. 

That night you stayed in and the rest of the house went out for dinner. When Trent got back he knocked on your door wanting to spend the night with you, claiming he only wanted to cuddle but that was a lie. What started as an innocent cuddle evolved into less than innocent touches and slow sex - much like every night you spent together.

The next morning you got up first and ran an unwilling Trent out of your room. It was not going to make your situationship any better if you two spent mornings cuddled up. 

The day was very relaxed. You kept to yourself and spent most of your time in the sun and relaxing. At night, the group of you decided to go to a nightclub. You got ready and put on a tight club dress stepping out of your room last of everyone in the house. On the way there Trent sat next to you in the taxi, his eyes often darting down to your emphasised cleavage but you ignored him, keeping your eyes in your phone on the journey. 

In the club you drifted away from the boys, meeting up with some of your friends from back home and dancing with them. After many hours of drinking and dancing you were tired and your feet were aching - you went back to where you knew Trent would be but he wasn’t there. 

“Where is Trent?” you asked his friend. 

“He left earlier,” he told you. You frowned, finding it strange Trent would leave without telling you but you shrugged it off and organised to leave with his friends instead. 

Once you got back home you were too tired to check on Trent, you just went straight to your room to get unready and get into bed. 

The next morning you woke up before everyone else and went to make breakfast. Whilst you were frying your french toast you heard some shuffling coming your way. You assumed it was one of Trent’s friends but who you saw when the footsteps bent the corner was Trent walking in front of a young woman who was trying to keep up with him. You saw them before they saw you, giving you time to assess she was everything different from you: different hair colour, different height, different size. You two couldn’t be more opposite except for the obvious fact you fucked the same guy. When you came into their vision Trent stopped in his tracts, the girl bumping into his back at his sudden stop. 

“Y/n,” he said with wide eyes as you watched him. 

“Morning Trent,” you said with a fake smile. He looked away and pulled the girl even more quickly out of the house. You heard the girl talking to him at the door but he seemed to be rushing her out as you heard the door close quickly after it opened. 

Trent came back toward the kitchen with his tail between his legs, sheepishly coming to stand in the kitchen where you were putting your toast on a plate. He didn’t say anything, he just watched you as you moved past him to sit at the kitchen island with your plate. 

“Fun night?” you spoke first, slicing your french toast with excessive force. 

Trent sighed, “Y/n, it’s not what it looks like,” he started to explain, coming to stand next to where you sat. 

“Okay, well then tell me what it is,” you kept calm and gave him room to explain. You were definitely annoyed, you didn’t like Trent seeing other women and you definitely didn’t want to see it with your own eyes but you weren’t his girlfriend - you weren't going to start a fight. Trent paused and took a seat next to you. 

“Ok I’ll just be honest, I brought her home but I didn’t have sex with her - she gave me head and after that I just was over it. I wanted her to leave but she didn’t want to so yeah,” Trent rushed out his explanation that was not gaining him any mercy.

“Hmm,” you hummed and focused on your breakfast. 

“I’m sorry, I regret it, I shouldn’t have done that,” Trent reached to touch your arm but you pulled it away keeping your head on your plate. 

“I don’t care,” you lied and shrugged your shoulders. 

“Y/n, I mean it, I’m sorry,” Trent continued to apologise, coming closer to you. You got up and grabbed your plate and told him you were going to eat outside, shoving past him and leaving him in the kitchen. 

You weren’t his girlfriend and you continually tried to minimise your relationship with him to just sex but it was hard not to have feelings after all this time. You swallowed your anger and ate your french toast. It doesn’t make sense to fight with a man who isn’t your man, you reminded yourself yet again.  

After that you avoided Trent as you got ready to go to the beach club with everyone. You purposefully put on your sexiest beach outfit. If Trent wanted to play you’d show him two can play that game. When you stepped out in your barely there bikini and sheer mini beach dress Trents’ eyes were obviously on you. He got up from his seat and moved toward you immediately.

“You look nice,” He said, stepping in front of you. 

“Are you ready to go?” you asked, ignoring his compliment and turning to the others. 

“Yeah, I’ll walk you to the car,” Trent said, reaching to hold your arm. 

“I’m good,” you said, stepping around him and walking to the car alone. Trent was following behind you and calling your name but you ignored him then and the entire car ride to the beach club. 

When you got to the beach club you immediately separated yourself from Trent and found your friends. You got a drink and started to scan the place for your target. You spotted a tall brown skinned guy with short hair and an athletic build who was glancing over at you. Truthfully, he was similar to Trent and that made him seem even better of a choice for you. 

You smiled at the man when he glanced over at you again, giving a small wave when he kept his eyes on you. That seemed to work because he started to walk over to you. He came over and offered you a drink despite you having a half full one in your hand. He said his name was Jay. He was handsome up close and seemed charming enough. You didn’t usually flirt with guys at parties but you need the distraction. 

Jay invited you to sit in his section and you pulled your friend with you and went. When you were there he kept his hands on you, either on your thigh or around your shoulder as you talked with his group. He was a bit handsy for someone you just met but you were trying not to think too hard about it.

Jay was talking to his friends and you used the time to scan your eyes over the club, landing on where Trent was. His eyes were on you - he looked upset, a scowl obvious on his face even from this distance. You smirked and nestled closer into Jay, satisfied Trent was watching and getting a taste of his own medicine. 

A few hours later one of Trent’s friends came over and told you they were getting ready to leave, you looked beyond him to see Trent still looking very much bothered in their section. 

“Okay, sure,” you agreed and got up. You were upset with Trent but you weren’t missing your ride home. 

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” Jay asked as you stood up. 

“Yeah, well my ride is leaving so gotta go,” you said, ready to go home yourself. 

“Oh, well can I see you tonight? Do you want to go for dinner?” Jay asked, standing up. You doubted he wanted to go for an actual dinner and more this was a ploy to sleep with you but you agreed and told him to text you. At the very least it’ll give you an excuse to get out of the house Trent was in. 

In the car ride home Trent didn’t speak to you and you didn’t speak to anyone. As soon as you got into the villa you went straight to your room to get unready and take a nap. There was some knocking at your door when you were about to fall asleep that you assumed was Trent so you ignored it, grateful you locked the door, and went to sleep instead. 

When you got up you saw the text from Jay confirming his desire to take you to dinner. You organised plans with him and got up to get ready. Whilst you were getting ready there was a knocking on your door again. 

“Y/n, I know you can hear me please open the door,” you heard Trent’s voice beyond the door. You sighed and got up from the table you were doing your makeup at to open the door. 

“Happy?” you asked him when you swung the door open. He rushed in as if you were open to shut the door back in his face. When he caught himself he looked you over stood with almost done makeup and in a black bra and thong with furrowed brows. “Are you going somewhere?” he questioned. 

“I have a date,” you told him, returning to your seat at the table. 

“What?” he asked, you rolled your eyes knowing he heard you. 

“A date Trent, I’m going out with a guy I met at the beach club,” you explained to him. You could see his body tense through the mirror, he put his hands on his hips and seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say next. 

“I should come with you,” he said, making you swing around to look at him. 

“Absolutely not!” you responded immediately. 

“I should, you don’t know this guy - it’s not safe,” he told you, like it was perfectly reasonable for him to come on a date with you. 

“Has the sun made you lose your mind? Because there is no way in hell you’re coming on a date with me,” you shot him down and turned back to put on your lipstick. He sighed and started to pace behind you. When you got up from your seat and headed to the closet he followed behind you. 

“What if this guy is a serial killer or something,” Trent continued his attempts to derail you from your date. You ignored him and slipped on your little black dress. 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” he asked you as you turned to him pulling the dress straight. 

“Yes.” you plainly stated, walking past him to your shoes. 

“Don’t you think it’s a bit sexy,” he complained. You rolled your eyes out of view from him. He didn’t mind sexy when he got to take it off you. 

“Well the goal is to get him to fuck me into next week so sexy is what I’m going for,” you snapped turning to him. Trent’s eyes opened wide at your remark, you could see his jaw clench and his muscles tense up. You had no plans to sleep with Jay but Trent didn’t need to know that. Fortunately, your phone started to ring before Trent could respond. It was Jay saying he was outside to meet you. 

“I gotta go,” you said, picking up your purse and pushing past him. 

Trent followed you to the door still trying to get you to stay home. “You should call up that girl from last night to keep you company since you seem to have all this free time to harass me,” you took a dig at him, letting your jealousy jump out a bit. Trent didn’t seem to notice because he ignored that comment and continued to tell you about how it wasn’t safe to go out with a stranger. 

When you opened the door Jay was standing there and Trent was right behind you. 

“Hey,” you smiled at Jay who’s eyes flashed up to Trent behind you,  you stepped toward Jay, touching his arm to put his attention back on you. 

“Call me if you need me ok y/n,” Trent said as you were pulling Jay to his car. You ignored his final request and got into the car. 

The date with Jay was average, he was nice and you could see him as a friend but there was no spark. You milked it for what it was worth though staying out with him till late having drinks and enjoying the night atmosphere in Ibiza with him.  He did make suggestive advances  but you shut that down and he seemed to respect that. When you were fighting yawns, you had to ask him to take you home. 

When got in and walked past the living room Trent was sat there on his ipad, putting it down as soon as you came into his view. 

“You’re back late,” he said standing up from the couch.

“Were you waiting for me?” you asked, pulling your heels off. 

“No, I just…maybe,” he partially confessed. It was obvious he was waiting for you. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that,” you told him standing on your bare feet. 

“How was the date?” he started to follow you as you walked off toward your room. You didn’t respond, you just kept focused on your path to your room. 

“Did you sleep with him?” Trent asked as you opened your door, pushing himself in too. You still didn’t respond as you flung your shoes aside and began to tussle with the zipper on your dress. Trent stepped behind you and unzipped it for you. You pulled the dress from your body as he continued his interrogation. 

“Where did you go?” he asked. You stepped into the bathroom to take your makeup off and Trent followed. You didn’t have the strength to tell him to leave so you just ignored him as he continued his questions. 

“Y/n, come on tell me,” he begged, stepping closer to you as you scrubbed your cleanser on your face. 

“I don’t have to tell you anything Trent,” you told him after washing the cleanser off. 

“At least tell me if you slept with him,” he insisted. 

“Have you told me about all the girls you’ve slept with?” you questioned him back. He was silenced by that for a moment. 

“Well I -,” he started but you put your hand up to stop him. 

“I don’t want to know,” you told him and went back to doing your makeup removal. Trent was quiet for a bit but he started back his questioning when you stepped out of the bathroom. 

“Are you going to see him again?” he asked as you pulled out your pyjamas. You still didn’t respond, refusing to entertain his proding into your life. 

You stripped your underwear without a care in front of him and changed into your night clothes, getting into your bed with Trent’s eyes on you. 

“Y/n, can you just talk to me please,” he said with frustration, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. 

“No Trent, I am not talking about the date with you,”  you stated. He frowned heavily at that. 

“I don’t like that you went on a date,” he admitted, folding his arms. 

“Can you go so I can sleep now?” you dismissed him and his feeling of entitlement over you. He sighed and got off the bed. 

“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” Trent said, looking down at you from where he stood. 

“Go to your room Trent,” you said, turning in your bed away from him. He sighed and left - confirmed by the sound of your door closing. You turned back to the door to see he left and sighed.

You definitely went on that date to spite Trent. It wasn’t the most mature thing for you to do but how could you fight fair when he was so fickle. You tossed in the bed, struggling to put yourself to sleep wishing you did accept Trent’s offer to stay with you. 

The next day you woke up to gentle knocking on your door. 

“Come in,” you groaned from under the covers. 

“Hey…” you heard Trent say as he closed the door. You kept your head under the covers, not wanting to face him or the bright sunlight. Trent seemed to walk toward the bed as you felt him sit on the bed behind you. 

“Are you up?” his question was met with a groan from you. It took you a long time to fall asleep last night so you were still very much tired. “I was thinking we could go for brunch,” Trent suggested from behind your back. 

You sighed and turned your body toward him, peeling back your covers but keeping your eyes closed. 

“I heard about a place I think you’d like,” he continued to explain the food the place had and how it looked. You finally opened your eyes, rubbing them to adjust to the light. “Please?” Trent asked when you looked at him. You were much too tired to fight with him so you just nodded your head in agreement. The place did sound like something you would like and at least you’d get a good meal out of it. 

Trent told you to get ready for an hour before kissing your head and leaving the room. You rolled your eyes and laid flat on the bed after he left. You were supposed to be keepings this at just sex but here you were agreeing to brunch plans with the man. 

You dragged yourself out of the bed and got ready for brunch. You put in some effort but it was for the photo ops and not for Trent - at least you told yourself that. When you came out of your room Trent was waiting for you in the living room holding a saint laurent bag. 

“What’s this?” you asked him. 

“It’s for you,” he gestured the paper shopping bag to you once you got to him. “You look beautiful by the way,” he complimented you. You knew he meant it but you ignored that compliment and took the bag from his hands. 

“Is this because of that girl you had running out here the other day?” you asked him, pulling the black box out of the bag. 

“No, it’s because I think you’d like it,” he diverted but you knew it was because of the girl. This wasn’t the first apology gift. When you opened the box you saw the logo-plague shoulder bag you wanted. “Do you like it?” he asked. 

“Yes but this isn’t going to make me forget,” you said, putting your things in your new bag. In the early days you refused the gifts but that was always futile so at this point you just accepted. 

“You know I didn’t mean it, there is no one like you,” he said, stepping toward you and landing his hand on your back.

“You didn’t mean to put your dick in her mouth Trent?” you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. He froze at that, not having a response. “Let’s just go to brunch,” you said, grabbing your bag and walking toward the front door. Trent sighed behind you and followed. 

The place he took you to was very much to your liking. After years “together” he did know you very well. You didn’t tell him but he knew you were happy - evident by the satisfied smile on his face. You sat down and Trent told you you could get anything you wanted. Trent clearly woke up today in the mood to play the perfect guy because he even offered to take your photos and didn’t complain once. 

“Y/n?” he asked once you got your food. 

“Yeah?” you responded paying more attention to your plate than him. 

“I was thinking…about us,” he started, you had to hold back your chuckle at the term us. 

“Uh huh?” you encouraged him, not really caring about what he’d come up with now. 

“Yeah and I think we could get back together like for real,” he said and this time you couldn’t hold back the laugh. He looked at you confused as you took a swig of your drink. 

“You’re funny, you know that,” you told him, putting down your glass. 

“Why are you laughing? I’m serious, I’m ready now,” he continued. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you asked, still laughing at his pathetic attempt to retract time. 

“N-no of course not,” he stuttered out, getting flustered by your reaction. 

“Trent, let me bring you back to reality here,” you sat up putting your hands on the table, “If you think you can fuck another girl and I let you wife me up the same week you’re mad,” you told him sternly - despite his tan you could see the colour rising up his face in embarrassment. 

“Y/n, it’s not like that - you’re important to me,” he waffled trying to defend himself against the truth. 

“Trent, I let you have the privilege of having sex with me still because the dick is good and unfortuantly I still have a soft spot for you but you’re out of your mind if you think you can call me your girl that easily,”  you assured him. 

“So there is a chance then?” he asked, ignoring your refusal. You rolled your eyes and picked up your drink again. 

“Grow up first and then maybe we can have a conversation,” you said, going back to your food and removing your attention from him. He sighed and went to his plate. 

The rest of the brunch was mostly silent until you decided to change the conversation to lighter things.

When you got home you left Trent and changed to go out to the pool. You were out there sunbathing and listening to your own music for a while alone because everyone else had gone to lunch. After about an hour, Trent came out looking sullen and silently sat on the pool lounger next to you. You were sure you would feel his sad energy even if he was across the pool from you. 

“Trent, if you’re going to be sighing every second can you sit further away,” you told him, pulling your hat further down your head. He sat up in his chair to face you. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”  he asked, making you sigh now. 

“Trent, I thought we left that at the restaurant,” you told him, not wanting to reopen that pandora's box. 

“Yeah, but…do you think I’m like immature?” he asked. You sat up and pulled off your hat and pushed your sunglasses up to speak to him since he clearly wasn’t giving it a rest. 

“Trent, be serious - we aren’t kids anymore. How can you ask me to be with you when you are still out here lusting after every pretty girl that bats her eyelashes at you?” he cringed at your comment. 

“I’m gonna stop, I promise,” he promised but you didn’t believe. 

“You know what, I can’t even blame you - I let you take me for granted,” you said, lying back on the chair. 

“I don’t take you for granted, I appreciate you - you know how I feel about you,” Trent rushed out what felt like an empty attempt of reassurance. You knew that he would say you were special, that you were his end-game, that no girl could replace you but you weren’t sure if he truly felt that way or it was all a ploy to keep you on his yo-yo string. 

“If you think I would just be here waiting for you after everything, you clearly have taken me for granted,” you said putting back on your sunglasses. 

“Babe…y/n, I’m sorry okay, I’ll be better, I can be who you want me to be,” he said in the same apologetic tone he had every time you caught him with his wayward ways. 

“All I ever wanted from you was to be the same guy I fell for when we were kids, but that is done now Trent, this is too damaged,” you told him keeping your shaded eyes on the sky. He sighed and paused before speaking again. 

“We can go back,” he said, suggesting the impossible. 

“We can’t. My love for you is not the same anymore Trent, there are not enough apologies, gifts or trips that can restore my trust in you,” you tried to sound firm but the sadness was evident in your tone. You didn’t want to feel that way about him but how could you really go back after years of being put on the backburner. 

Trent was quiet for a bit, before you heard a soft sniffle come from him. 

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he got up and walked back toward the house, you sat up in your chair to watch his dejected body walk into the house before slamming back into the chair yourself. 

Part of you wanted to just say yes to him but you couldn’t. Of course you had feelings for him, you wouldn’t still be around if you didn’t. It may seem like the lavish life was keeping you but it was always him. However, you can’t risk your heart like that - if you let your guard down completely for him you didn’t think you could recover from that. Love was not a game you were ready to roll the dice in - no matter how much your heart wanted to love him.

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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.

TW: French translation from a translator, some curse words

Notes: I know that this chapter took me long enough and I'm sorry for that, but better later than never?! Also, what do you think about this reunion? And how do you think the explanation will go? Tell me your thoughts! I will try to come up with a new chapter in the next week hopefully, if not.. im soory. Anyway enjoy this chapter i love you and i thank you for your comments<3.

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Are you really coming? 

You read the message that lit up your phone.

I’m already on my way

You answered. You were currently on your way to the stadium, Ethan invited you to his game today and you couldn’t say no. He was also texting you for the third time if you didn’t change your mind about going. Which you didn’t. You still saw his hurt eyes, when he was talking about missing you the last time you saw him. You needed to do this for him, to show him that after everything you would still be there for him no matter what.

The car stopped and you saw the familiar stadium in front of you. The last time you were at the stadium you were there with Kylian. You felt like it was ages ago, but at the same time like it was just yesterday. You went straight to the stands, texting Ethan again that you just arrived. He didn’t answer but you already saw him on the pitch getting warmed up with the other players. He was really similar to his brother, just a younger version. Kylian was a god to him, he was everything and Ethan wanted to be in the future (just with better behavior to his future girlfriend).

 You looked around making sure that Kylian was not there, which you already knew because Ethan made you sure earlier that Kylian wasn’t coming today. If he did, Ethan would not invite you. He didn’t want to create drama and he knew that Kylian would be upset with him, not knowing that the two of you were in contact. After seeing that the stadium was safe you went to the fourth row, in your usual place so Ethan could easily find you. Four was your lucky number and it was also a spot where you could perfectly see from, in Kylian's games you were always seated in the family box way higher, where it was also good to see from but it was too far from Kylian, so every time you got a chance to sit closer to the pitch you would go to the fourth row.

You noticed that the players were getting ready for the kickoff, you quickly find Ethan who was looking around right now, probably trying to find you. and he noticed a few seconds later. You sent him a quick smile and showed him your fingers crossed which made him smile. After that, the kickoff happened.

The little gesture that you made to Ethan earlier made him calm and positive about today. You always did that, Kylian always used to say that you were their family’s lucky charm and Ethan always agreed, but he also knew that the biggest lucky charm for him was when Kylian came to his games with you. But that changed, and he was happy to at least have you there alone today.

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It was a few minutes after the second halftime started, you took your phone out to snap some photos of Ethan, normally you would send them straight to Kylian or post them on your close friends, but none of that happened… It felt weird being there. Yes the game was great and Ethan’s team was winning, but that still didn’t make you happy. You smiled on the outside, but the feeling of betrayal was somewhere inside of you. But in reality, you didn’t betray anyone, so you had no reason to feel that way.

You didn’t know that Ethan was feeling the same way you did, but he actually had his reasons to feel like that. Ethan didn’t tell Kylian about today’s game. Yes, it was because Kylian told him first that he had some plans today, but he also told him that they weren’t important. Ethan knew that if he told him, he would cancel these plans because Kylian loved to support him, but Ethan didn’t want him there today, he wanted you. He knew how sad Kylian will be once he finds out that his little brother had a match today, which he missed, but Ethan hoped that he will have time to think about a lie that will save him from his older brother.

Unlike Ethan's luck in the game today, he had no luck in hiding his game from his brother.

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Kylian’s meeting ended sooner than expected, so he decided to call his little brother if he wants to hang out with him this evening. After a few minutes of Ethan not picking the phone up, he decided to call his mum instead to find out why Ethan is not answering his call. 

Kylian was surprised, but he wasn’t disappointed. He noticed that his brother was acting weird the past few weeks, but he also had in his mind this mystery girl that Ethan didn’t say a word to Kylian about her. Kylian asked about her a few times already, but his brother always quickly changed the theme. The older brother put two and two together today, already making a theory of why Ethan was silent about his game today.

Kylian was one hundred percent sure that Ethan didn’t want him at his game today because he invited this mystery girl to watch him play. Kylian knew this tactic from the heart since that was one of the steps he took before he got together with you… So he made up his mind about finding who this girl was on his own. 

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 The game ended up with a win for the PSG, after the final blow Ethan looked at you and you smiled. You turned around and went to wait in front of the stadium for him. You promised to take him to McDonald's afterward. 

You called a cab and the rest of the waiting on Ethan you spent on Instagram. Good for you Ethan was trying to be as fast as possible so in 15 minutes he was already running to you.

“How did i play?” he spoke as you hugged him.

“You played like a Mbappe’s do.” he laughed. 

“And you will buy me a McFlurry for that.” Now you were both laughing. You heard a car stopping in the distance. Ethan put his hand on your shoulders as you both turned to the parking lot expecting there to see your taxi. Instead, the two of you froze.

“C'est quoi ce bordel!” a third voice spoke.

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Kylian was angry, he was furious and mostly he couldn't believe his own eyes. What was happening? And why did he see an interaction between his younger brother and an ex-girlfriend that looked like they never stopped talking? Were they still close? Was Ethan in contact with Y/n all the time? And why he never mentioned that.

Ethan was supposed to be on Kylian’s side no matter what. They were brothers, they were from one blood but Ethan was clearly lying to Kylian all the time. Ethan knew how the breakup messed up with Kylian but he still didn’t try to help him. Every text that Kylian sent to her, every call when he needed her she wasn’t there but Ethan? He was there and he still chose to not help him.

To be fair Ethan tried to help him, but the real way of helping would be bringing Y/n back into Kylian's life. Which Ethan could do but chose to not. This thought made Kylian angrier than he was before.

Kylian would normally run to you, hug you, kiss you, and beg you on his knees to come back home. But now he felt only his anger rising, his blood was boiling and everything was happening just because of his OWN brother. A Brother who betrayed him.

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You couldn’t breathe, you were frozen in place. If you could, you would start running away, but your legs couldn't move. You couldn’t believe that after six months of doing your best to avoid him, he was standing three meters away from you, watching you and his brother. You could see the anger in his eyes, you saw how his hand was in a fist, and his knuckles were white from the firm grip he had, but at the same time, you saw the way he was hurt inside. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, and tell him how sorry you were. 

On the other hand you felt how nervous Ethan was, you broke your gaze off Kylian, who was looking between you and his brother. Ethan’s eyes were red, you saw how he tried his best to not cry. Maybe he was taller than and stronger than you, but he was still a kid who unconditionally loved his brother, but also felt like he just stabbed him in his back. 

You gathered all of the strength that was left in your body to put together one sentence.

“Please don’t be angry, let us explain this.” you looked back into Kylian’s eyes. When he heard your voice his look softened. For a second he forgot in which situation he was.  Hearing your voice after all of these months was the thing he prayed for every day. It felt like his heart was repaired for a second like nothing happened between the two of you. But it did and you weren’t his anymore, he couldn’t kiss you or hold you, well he didn’t even talk to you. But his brother did.

And with that thought his anger was back.

“What would you explain to me Y/n? Because I feel like the only person who should explain something to me is silent.” his words sound harsher than they should, which took you back for a minute before you spoke again.

“He is still a kid.” Kylian’s eyes were dark, they were like that when he was playing games, maybe sometimes when you were in an argument, but they have never been like this when he was talking about his little brother. 

“Well that’s obvious when I see the way he’s hiding behind you!” he angrily pointed at Ethan who was looking at his sneakers. “Y/n don’t try to apologize to him, he is not dumb, he knows what he’s doing and he should also stand behind his actions and not act like a child.” how could Ethan lie to Kylian? Why did he do that, when he knew how his older brother was hurting?

“Kylian.” you took a step closer to him. Hearing his name from your lips broke him. “Please,” you spoke again. Kylian took a deep breath, he looked at his brother for the last time before he also tore his gaze away from you.

“Let’s go away from here.” he started to walk away to his car. You exchanged a look with Ethan.

“It is gonna be okay.” you gave him a small smile. 

“He is going to kill me.”

“Are you two going?” Kylian turned and looked again at the two of you. You and Ethan started to walk to him. “And he is going to do the talking,” Kylian spoke as he opened the door of his car in the passenger seat. No matter how angry or disappointed he was, he will never forget to act like a gentleman. Normally you would smile, but the only thing that was currently on your mind was scared Ethan on the backseats.

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