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Her Private Affairs Masterlist

Jude Bellingham x Reader/OC x Trent Alexander-Arnold

Reina Carter is living the dream — platinum-selling recording artist, fashion icon, and the face of every major campaign worth knowing. But behind the private jets and flashing cameras, she’s just a woman craving something real.

When a campaign shoot in Madrid introduces her to football superstar Jude Bellingham — charming, young, and impossible not to fall for — she doesn’t expect sparks. And she definitely doesn’t expect to run into Trent Alexander-Arnold a week later — steady, magnetic, and everything she didn’t know she needed.

Caught between two worlds, two hearts, and two versions of herself… Reina tries to keep her growing feelings a secret. From them. From the press. Even from herself. But how long can she live a double life before the truth demands to be chosen?

She knows she can’t have both. But what if she doesn’t have to choose?

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, oral!M receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, angst, polyau

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Her Private Affairs, Chapter 9

AN: Sorry it took so long for me to update, life has been happening and i just moved to a new country! I will try my best to push more chapters before the year is done....Thanks for your love, support and patience

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

Previous Chapter

Reina sat perched on the edge of the couch, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip as the stadium erupted on-screen. She’d been holding her breath without realizing, only exhaling when Jude slid the ball cleanly past Serbia’s keeper and sprinted toward the corner flag. A blur of white jerseys followed, and then, as if to twist the knife, Trent was right there with him — kneeling beside Jude in celebration before pulling him into a hug.

Her chest tightened. The crowd roared, commentators’ voices boomed through the speakers, and yet all she could hear was the pounding in her ears. The past few weeks had been torture enough. Every time she opened her phone, her feed was flooded — pictures, videos, endless clips of the England camp. Jude and Trent laughing, joking, training side by side. Hashtags calling them “the bromance of the tournament.” Threads dissecting their chemistry like it was some rare, magical thing.

“Worst. Case. Scenario,” she muttered under her breath. “Girl, this is literally the worst luck ever,” Anna agreed, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. She was curled up next to her, eyes just as glued to the match. Reina groaned dramatically and grabbed a throw pillow, burying her face into it like maybe smothering herself was the easiest way out of this whole situation. Her voice came muffled through the fabric. “This is honestly what I get for dating two footballers at the same time.”

Anna didn’t deny it. She just muted the TV and turned toward her with the calm of someone watching a slow-motion car crash. “Okay. So… what’s the plan?” Reina peeked out from behind the pillow, hair falling into her face. “The plan is obviously to break up with them. I cannot, under any circumstances, be the one who ruins the internet’s favorite bromance. Imagine the headlines. I’d be crucified.”

“You’re gonna break up with them?” Anna blinked. “Like, now?” “Well of course not now. Mid-tournament? That would totally mess with their focus. And if they lost because of me, I’d feel even worse.”

Anna tilted her head, clearly amused. “Okay, so you’ll… wait until England gets knocked out. What if they make it all the way to the finals?” Reina gave her the flattest look she could muster. “Then I guess I keep this going until the finals. Squeeze in my last few weeks of perfect happiness before my life implodes. Unless, of course, they’ve told each other about me already… in which case, I’m royally fucked.”

Anna shrugged like it was a valid possibility. “I mean… neither of them has mentioned it to you, and they’re still super close, obviously. So it seems like both of them have honored your wish of keeping things private.”

Reina slumped back against the cushions, suddenly exhausted. A lump formed in her throat as the words slipped out before she could stop them. “Am I a horrible person for not wanting to end it with either of them?” “No, sweetie, you’re not,” Anna said softly, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in close. “You’re just a person who fell for two really great guys at the worst possible time.”

Reina pressed her face into her friend’s shoulder, wishing it were that simple. Wishing she didn’t feel so torn. Wishing she didn’t love the way both of them made her feel in such different ways. On-screen, the match carried on. Jude and Trent jogged side by side, perfectly in sync. And all Reina could think was that this might very well be the beginning of her undoing.

Over the next few weeks of the tournament, Reina forced herself to savor every moment. Every good morning text, every late-night call, every flirty message. She was the picture of the supportive girlfriend — laughing at their jokes, cheering them on from afar, whispering words of encouragement before matches. But deep down, she could feel the end pressing closer with each passing day.

When England beat the Netherlands to advance to the finals, her phone lit up almost immediately. “Baby, I’m booking a flight the second we win,” Trent said, his voice low and lazy from bed. “I want to celebrate with my girl.” Her heart squeezed. “I’d like that,” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you wearing my medal.” “Trent!” she gasped, half laughing, half scandalized. He only chuckled, that rich sound curling down the line and straight into her chest. And in that moment, she knew: the celebration would be the perfect time. Let him enjoy the victory, let him have his moment in the sun… and then, when he came to L.A., she’d have to break his heart. At least that way, she told herself, she wouldn’t be ruining everything now.

Later that night, it was Jude’s turn.

“I think we should spend a few days in Jamaica after we win the Euros,” he said, voice buzzing with boyish excitement. Reina smiled faintly at his certainty. “Mighty confident, aren’t we?” “Well, yeah, baby. Gotta believe it in order to achieve it.” She laughed. “Now you sound like you swallowed a motivational book.”

“Oh, shut up,” he teased back, the grin in his voice impossible to miss. “Listen — I need to go home for a few days after the tournament, see my family. But after that? I’m all yours for the rest of summer break. So what do you think?”

Reina hesitated. The words yes hovered on her lips, but her mind was already running — calculating. Those few days would give her just enough time. Time to see Trent. Time to finally end things. And as much as she would love a sun-drenched escape to Jamaica, it felt cruel to plan a trip that was destined to unravel.

“As much as I’d love that,” she said carefully, “I do still have a few things to handle. But…” Her tone softened. “I still desperately want to see you. So maybe, instead of Jamaica, you just come to my place?” “That’s alright with me, Superstar,” he murmured. “As long as I’m with you.” Her chest ached. Two men. Two promises. And a ticking clock she could almost hear in the silence after his words.

---

The final whistle cut through the air like a blade. For a moment, Jude just stood there, chest heaving, eyes locked on the scoreboard. Spain 2 – England 1.

They’d made it all the way. Ninety minutes, then stoppage time, giving everything they had — and still it slipped through their fingers. His legs felt heavy, his heart heavier. He lowered himself onto the grass, tugging at his jersey as the frustration burned in his chest. The roar of the Spanish fans was deafening, pouring salt into the wound. He didn’t cry, though every part of him wanted to. His throat was tight, his jaw set. He lifted his head, scanning the pitch until his eyes landed on Trent a few feet away. The right-back wore the same hollow expression Jude felt himself carrying — shoulders tense, lips pressed thin, eyes sharp with unspoken disappointment.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Just the weight of defeat hanging between them. Then Jude forced himself up, pulling his shoulders back. He walked toward a few of the celebrating Spanish players, offering quick handshakes and muttered congratulations. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was the right thing. Football demanded respect, even in heartbreak. When he reached Trent, he didn’t bother with words. Instead, he pulled him into a quick, hard hug — the kind that said I feel it too. We’ll carry this together.

Trent let out a slow breath, returning it firmly before stepping back. Their eyes met — no smiles, no forced bravado. Just two friends, two teammates, gutted but standing tall. They turned then, walking side by side toward the rest of the squad. The loss stung like hell, but they’d face it together.

The stadium noise dulled into a distant hum as they made their way off the pitch. The cheers, the Spanish anthem, the flashing cameras — all of it blurred into white noise. In the tunnel, the air was heavy with the sharp tang of sweat and disappointment. No one spoke much. A few pats on shoulders, quiet muttered “next time, yeah?” But everyone felt it — that hollow ache of coming so damn close.

Inside the dressing room, Jude sank down on the bench, elbows resting on his knees, head hanging low. He could still hear the faint echo of the final whistle in his head. So close. So fucking close. Across from him, Trent sat with his back against the locker, towel draped over his shoulders, eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in his jaw said everything words couldn’t.

For a long moment, the room was silent. Then Jude let out a rough sigh. “Hate this feeling,” he muttered. Trent nodded slowly. “Yeah.” His voice was low, steady, but threaded with fatigue. “We gave everything though.” Jude looked up, meeting his gaze. “Still doesn’t make it easier.” Trent exhaled through his nose, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “No, it doesn’t.”

The faintest flicker of a smile passed between them — small, tired, but real. When Southgate walked in a few minutes later, the usual post-match speech followed — words about pride, progress, keeping heads up. The kind of thing meant to patch open wounds. Everyone nodded in quiet agreement, but Jude could feel his phone buzzing inside his bag, and all he could think about was her.

Reina.

She’d been watching — he knew it. Probably curled up on her couch in LA, hands clasped, heart pounding like it was her out there on that pitch. He hadn’t checked yet, but when the team dispersed and the noise softened into the quiet rustle of tired bodies, he finally dug out his phone.

From: Reina 💫

You were incredible, Jude. I know it hurts right now, but I’m so proud of you. You fought like hell and it showed. Keep your head up, okay? You’ve still made your country proud… and me too. ❤️

He read it twice, thumb hovering over the screen, that tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the loss. Her words wrapped around the ache in his chest, easing it just enough to breathe again. He could practically hear her saying it — soft, sincere, the kind of voice that could talk him down from any storm.

He typed back,

“Didn’t win, but hearing that from you feels close enough. Miss you, Superstar.”

A few lockers down, Trent’s phone buzzed too. He hesitated before unlocking it, expecting the flood of headlines or messages from family — but instead, her name appeared at the top. From: Reina 🌙

I know tonight didn’t go how you wanted, but you played with so much heart, T. I hope you know how proud I am of you. You’ve carried yourself with strength, always. Don’t forget that.

Trent exhaled slowly, thumb brushing over her message. No dramatics, no empty sympathy — just her quiet kind of understanding. She knew how to reach him without even being there.

He typed back,

Means more than you know, Princess. Could use you right about now.

Her reply came almost instantly:

Soon. I promise. And hey — at least you still got a medal… lucky for you, I look incredible in silver.

Trent exhaled slowly, thumb brushing over her message as a quiet laugh slipped out. Leave it to her to find the one thing that could make him smile after a night like this. Across the room, Jude looked up briefly and caught the same small grin flicker across Trent’s face. He didn’t comment — just gave him a faint nod.

Neither of them spoke much as they left the changing room, exhaustion and disappointment hanging thick in the air. Around them, teammates filed out slowly — some silent, others murmuring quiet reassurances.

Jude fell into step beside Trent, both of them staring ahead, the echo of cheers and heartbreak still ringing faintly through the stadium corridors. “Hell of a run though,” Jude muttered eventually.

Trent nodded, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah… we’ll get the next one.” Their shoulders brushed as they walked, a quiet understanding passing between them. Both men carried the same mix of pride and ache, each drawing strength from someone’s voice on the other end of a phone — a voice that had, in different ways, managed to make the loss feel just a little less heavy.

Chapter 10

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Her Private Affairs (Chapter 8)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

Trent stepped out of the blacked-out car with a quiet breath, shoulders relaxed despite the weight of the summer ahead. The air was thick with anticipation—England’s national training camp buzzed with early arrivals, sharp camera flashes in the distance, and the low hum of chatter between teammates reuniting after club season.

He adjusted the strap of his duffle bag, gave a polite nod to a staff member, then turned just in time to catch a grinning Bukayo Saka walking his way. “Look who finally decided to show up,” Saka teased, pulling him into a brief, warm hug. “Man, I had to actually rest after that chaotic end to the season,” Trent joked, his smile easy.

Aaron Ramsdale came up next, already mid-laugh. “Here we go. This man acts like finishing third was a war.” “Listen, it felt like one,” Trent said, chuckling. “You try dragging your team through half the season from midfield.” “Here we go again,” Saka said, throwing his hands up dramatically.

The group settled into casual conversation—banter flying about who looked most out of shape, predictions about training drills, and the usual jabs about who’d forgotten their boots again. But in the middle of it all, Trent’s phone buzzed.

He glanced down, thumb already unlocking the screen when he saw her name.

Reina 💫:

Miss you already. I know I just saw you but it still feels like too long.

A slow smile curved across his lips. The kind that crept up even when he tried to suppress it. His fingers tapped a quick reply back, something simple but true —

I miss you more, baby.

Aaron raised a brow. “That grin…” he pointed, laughing. “Oh, I know that smile. Someone’s in love.” “Shut up, bro,” Trent muttered, though he couldn’t stop the way his mouth twitched with amusement. “You gonna tell us who she is?” Bukayo added, nudging him. “Not today,” Trent said, standing up with a shake of his head. “I need to send a quick message first.”

“You mean a paragraph,” Aaron called after him. He was still chuckling to himself as he rounded the corner into one of the quiet lounge rooms — only to nearly walk straight into someone.

“Whoa—sorry, bro—” Then he looked up and broke into a grin. “Jude?” “Trent!” Jude’s face lit up with the same energy, the two immediately locking into one of those enthusiastic guy hugs — half-pat, half-tackle. “Man, it’s been months,” Jude said, stepping back and shaking his head. “I was waiting for you to walk through those doors.”

“I could say the same,” Trent said. “How’ve you been? You looked sick in that final — serious baller stuff.” “You saw it?” Jude grinned, clearly still riding the high. “Obviously. Come on, like I’d miss that.”

They dapped each other up again, the kind of genuine, bone-deep friendship that hadn’t changed since Jude got the call up a few years back, now folding right back into place. “You staying in the west wing?” Jude asked as they began walking together down the hall. “Yeah, Room 214. You?” “212.” Jude laughed. “Guess they knew to keep the troublemakers close.”

Trent’s phone buzzed again in his pocket, and for a second he hesitated — then smiled again, thinking about Reina. He'd respond in a moment.

He’d respond in a moment. Trent tucked his phone into his palm, glancing at the screen once more before typing a short reply — something flirty, something that would make her blush.

Trent:

Counting down the hours until I see you again. Next time, I’m kidnapping you. You’re not allowed to leave.

As he hit send, he couldn’t hide the small smirk pulling at his lips — not that he wanted to. Beside him, Jude was chatting animatedly about the ridiculous number of interviews he'd done post-Champions League final. Trent nodded along, laughing at the right parts, but his mind drifted slightly as Reina’s read receipt popped up.

They were nearly at their rooms when Jude’s phone started to ring. A soft little chirp, followed by the screen lighting up with Superstar 💫💖 as the contact name.

“Shit—gotta take this,” Jude said quickly, his hand flying to grab the phone from his pocket. His eyes briefly widened with anticipation, voice already softening. Trent raised a brow, shooting him that signature oooh? look as he slowed his steps. Jude caught it and gave a lazy shake of his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, but didn’t explain.

Instead, he ducked into his room and pulled the door halfway closed behind him. “Hey, beautiful,” he greeted, voice low and a little breathless with excitement. “Ooh, I like the sound of that,” Reina purred on the other end, and he could hear the smile in her voice even through the phone.

He sank down on the edge of the bed, tugging his hoodie off with one hand as he leaned back against the pillows. “Had to make it special,” he murmured. “You know… considering I haven’t heard your voice in almost twelve hours. I was starting to lose my mind.”

“Oh no,” she teased. “As fun as the idea of you losing your mind over me sounds, I really can’t have you distracted — not with such an important tournament coming up.” Jude laughed, low and easy. “Mmm, yeah… I doubt the coach would be thrilled if I showed up thinking about you instead of tactics.” She smiled at the sound of his voice, already missing him more than she expected to. “Exactly. Eyes on the prize, Bellingham.”

“Oh, trust me,” he said, voice dipping, “I’ve got my eyes on the prize. Your smile… the feel of your lips… and don’t even get me started on the way you moan when my tongue does that thing on your—” “Jude!” she gasped, a shocked laugh slipping out.

He chuckled at her reaction, clearly enjoying himself. “What?” he said innocently. “I’m in my room. Dropping my bags before I see everyone else. No one’s around to hear how filthy my mind gets when I think about you.” She bit her lip, shaking her head even though he couldn’t see her. “You’re impossible.” “You love it.” “…Unfortunately,” she muttered, making him laugh again.

----

Down the hall, Trent had just kicked off his sneakers and was lounging back against the headboard, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone as Reina’s latest message came through:

“You’re really counting down the weeks already? Thought you were gonna be in Germany for a while.”

A slow grin spread across his face as he typed, thumbs moving confidently:

“Yeah, six or seven weeks… give or take. But who’s counting? Just approximately 1176 hours without you. Unless of course…you came here…to watch me play”

He hit send and stared at the screen for a second, imagining the eye roll she was probably giving her phone.

Her response didn’t take long:

“Tempting, but I’m stuck in LA for the next two months. Work’s insane.”

His lips twitched. Not the answer he’d hoped for, but still. She was thinking about it. About him. That alone was enough to make his chest feel warm.

“Guess I’ll just have to survive the Euros without my lucky charm then.”

He paused, then added:

“You sure you cant sneak away and surprise me like you did last time?”

A minute passed. Then another. Then finally:

“Maybe after the tournament... you could come visit me instead?”

Now that made his heart stutter. Trent sat up straighter, grinning at the screen like a fool.

“Was that an actual invite?” Three dots flickered.

“Might’ve been. Would you come?”

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Baby, say the word and I’ll book the flight today.”

---

Jude lay staring at the ceiling his phone on the pillow next to him on loud speaker, his duffel bag still sitting unpacked by the door. “So there’s really no way you can come watch even one game?” he asked, tone half-hopeful, half-pleading. “I can get you seats in a different VIP area than my family, no pressure.”

She sighed softly on the other end, and he could almost picture the way her lips would pout. “Sorry, baby… I’m slammed for the next couple of weeks. But maybe after the tournament, you could come visit me? Or we could go somewhere together.” A slow smile tugged at his mouth. “I like the sound of that… any suggestions?”

Her voice dipped into that warm, teasing tone that always got to him. “Well… we should definitely go somewhere coastal. I have the perfect set of bikinis I know will drive you crazy.” Jude’s chuckle was low and knowing. “I like that idea… but maybe we go somewhere where we can be truly alone… and the bikini can be optional.”

Her laugh bubbled through the speaker, and God, he loved that sound. “I’m sure you’d love that, huh?” “You have no idea,” he murmured, eyes closing for a moment, already picturing it.

---

Trent’s eyes lit with that familiar spark as her latest message came through.

Reina:

You have to promise to behave whilst you’re here though.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing grin as he typed.

Trent:

Princess… you’re telling me to behave? We both know what happens when I get you alone. Last time I remember, you enjoyed it very much… still have the marks on my back to prove it.

Reina:

TRENT!

He chuckled, the sound low and pleased.

Trent: I’ve got to go, though. Everyone should be done arriving, and we’ve got a quick team meeting.

Sliding off the bed, he pocketed his phone and stepped into the hallway, striding over to bang on Jude’s door. Inside, Jude was still sprawled on his bed, phone now pressed to his ear, that easy smile in his voice. “I’ve got to go too, but I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Reina murmured, a smile in her tone. “Have fun. I’ll be thinking about you.” That made him pause mid-movement, a slow grin curling his lips. “Oh yeah? I hope those are nice, wholesome thoughts.” “Of course,” she said innocently.

He snorted. “Nah, you don’t do wholesome with me. I bet they’re the kind that would get me in trouble if I knew all the details.” She laughed softly, and he could picture the exact look on her face. “Now I’m gonna be stuck wondering all day,” he teased. “Wanna give me a hint?.” “Bye Jude!” she said ending the call.

Jude opened his door to find Trent leaning casually against the wall, that shit-eating grin already in place. “Oh, this girl is special, huh?” Trent drawled, eyes glinting with quiet amusement. Jude smirked, running a hand over his jaw. “You have no idea.”

But then his gaze narrowed, catching the faint sparkle in Trent’s eye. “Don’t think I don’t notice that little grin on your face, or the way you’re looking all smug. You’ve gotta tell me about her.” Trent chuckled low, almost secretive. “One day.” Jude raised a brow but let it slide as they started walking toward the meeting room, each of them carrying their own private thoughts—and the name they weren’t saying out loud.

The tournament was already in full swing, but that night the mood around camp was light. A few of the lads—Jude, Trent, Saka, Aaron, a couple others—had holed up in one of the common rooms, pizza boxes open, controllers scattered, FIFA battles getting loud enough to draw complaints from the hallway.

It was easy, just laughs and banter, but every so often the conversation turned. “So, Trent,” Aaron drawled with a grin, “what’s this I hear about you disappearing on FaceTime every night? Some mystery girl keeping you busy?” Trent smirked, shaking his head. “You lot hear too much.”

“And you, Jude,” Bukayo jumped in, eyes gleaming. “We know that smile. Don’t tell me it’s just your mum checking in.” The room erupted in laughter, Jude ducking his head to hide the grin that spread across his face. “Man, you’re all nosy,” he deflected, shaking his curls. “Not everything’s for the group chat.” The teasing carried on, but both Jude and Trent kept their lips sealed, deflecting with jokes and mock glares until eventually the conversation moved on.

Later that night, after the noise had died down, Jude found himself slouched on Trent’s bed, absently scrolling through his phone while Trent sat by the desk, half-listening to music. “Can I ask you something?” Jude finally said, breaking the quiet. Trent looked up, eyebrows raised. “Course.”

Jude hesitated, thumb tapping the side of his phone. “So… the girl I’ve been seeing, she’s older. Doesn’t bother me at all, but I think sometimes it’s on her mind.” His voice softened. “She’s amazing, Trent. Like… she does the smallest thing, even just texts me good morning, and I feel like I’m walking on air.” Trent’s expression warmed, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Jude kept going, words tumbling out now.

“The only thing is… she’s crazy busy. I respect that, I really do. But sometimes I don’t know how to handle it. You see the relationships around us—girls at every game, doing the WAG thing—and yeah, she’s come to a few, but she can’t make it to all of them. She wants to keep things lowkey, too, ‘cause it could affect her career.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “I get it, I do. I just… sometimes I wish she’d let me in more, y’know? I can tell she carries so much, and I just want her to know I’ll always be here. I want to help her carry that weight.”

Trent stayed quiet for a moment, nodding slowly. “I get what you mean, bro.” His voice was calm, steady. “My girl’s kind of the same. Busy career, all eyes on her… the spotlight could do real damage if things got out too soon. And honestly, looking at how the media treats relationships—tearing people down, twisting everything—I don’t want that for her. Not when she’s already dealing with enough.”

He leaned forward a little, voice dropping lower. “As men, it’s on us to make their lives easier, not harder. To lighten the load, not add more to it. That’s what I try to remind myself. And if I’m honest… I’m grateful she wants to keep us private. It gives us space to just be us. No outside noise, no pressure. Just… us.”

Jude nodded slowly, chewing on his lip, letting it sink in. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I like that. I want her to feel the same with me—safe, happy, like she can breathe.” He cracked a grin then, lighter again. “Guess we’re both soft, huh?” Trent chuckled. “Guess so.”

Jude shut Trent’s door quietly behind him, his head still buzzing from their talk. Heavy stuff, but good. Hearing Trent lay it out like that only made him itch more to call her, to remind himself why he was even so giddy in the first place.

By the time he got to his room, the corridors were silent. Midnight. He should’ve been out cold, but instead, he was sitting on his bed with the phone pressed to his ear, waiting. “Jude?” Reina’s voice came through, warm and a little husky from rest. He smiled instantly. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” she teased before he could say a word.

“Nah… couldn’t sleep without hearing your angelic voice first.” That earned him the softest laugh, and he closed his eyes, soaking it in. “Cheesy much?” “Yeah,” he said without shame, grin tugging at his lips. “But you love it.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her tone playful. “But you should really be getting some rest, superstar.” He stretched out across the bed, free hand draped over his chest. “I just came from a team thing with the lads. Head’s full. Only thing that clears it is you.”

On her side of the world, Reina lay curled on her bed, finally off her feet after a whirlwind of meetings that morning. She let out a quiet breath, smiling despite herself. “You know, this is my favourite part of the day. Just… being able to sit here and hear your voice.” That hit him square in the chest. “Yeah?” he murmured, softer now.

“Mmhm. Meetings, press calls, rehearsals. It never ends.” She paused, voice dipping. “But then you call, and suddenly it feels lighter.” Jude swallowed, his smile turning more tender than playful. That was exactly it — exactly why he couldn’t let his head hit the pillow without her. They kept talking until her phone buzzed against her palm. Another incoming call lit up the screen. She glanced at it, heart skipping.

Trent.

Her throat went dry. “Hey, Jude,” she interrupted quickly, “I’ve gotta go for a bit, but I’ll text you when you wake up, alright?” He groaned lightly. “Already? That’s harsh.”

“I know, I’m sorry” Her laugh was soft but rushed. “But dream of me, okay?” “Always, baby” he promised, voice low and sure. She ended the call, staring at the screen for a beat before it buzzed again with Trent’s name.

Trent leaned back against the pillows, phone pressed to his ear as soon as her voice came through. “Hey, princess.” She laughed softly, a sound that always undid him. “Hey, you. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

He smirked, running a hand over his face. “Yeah… but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And even though you’ll be running around in my dreams… figured hearing your voice couldn’t hurt.” That earned him the laugh he’d been craving. “Well, aren’t you the smooth talker tonight.”

Her teasing only made him grin wider. “No lie. I just missed you,” he admitted, tone dropping. The quiet that followed told him she’d felt it too. “Trent,” she whispered, breath catching. The sound of his name like that made something tighten in his chest. He cleared his throat, letting the playful edge slip back in. “What are you wearing?”

Her laugh tinkled through the line, and God, he wished he was there to see the smile that came with it. “Oh God, is that what you’re missing?” “Hey,” he chuckled, voice low, “it’s been a few weeks. I’m just a man… who misses every part of his girlfriend.” He could almost feel her blush through the phone, the way her silence lingered before she finally gave in.

“Well, Mr. Alexander-Arnold… since I’m done with all my responsibilities for the day, I’m currently lounging in a t-shirt.” His jaw flexed. “Oh yeah? With what underneath?” “Nothing…” A curse slipped under his breath, too quiet for her to catch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm the sudden rush of heat.

“You on your bed?” he asked, voice rougher now. “Yes,” she replied softly. He swallowed, imagining it too clearly. “Put me on video call, princess.” She hummed, coy and dangerous. “I could… but I want you to talk me through it.”

The groan that left his chest was guttural, unfiltered. She had no idea what she did to him—or maybe she knew exactly.

“Careful, princess,” he groaned, gripping the edge of the mattress like it could steady him. Her voice already had his pulse spiking.

“I miss you—” she finally admitted, breathless, “—I wish you were here with me… touching me… kissing me… reminding me I’m yours.” His eyes shut tight, the words hitting him right in the chest. “Fuck, Reina,” he rasped, lowering his voice to that gravelly edge he knew made her shiver. “I want you to use your hands, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

“Trent…” she breathed, his name a plea and a warning all in one. “Slide your hand down, baby girl. Open those pretty legs for me and slip your fingers between them.” His voice was steady, but inside he was unraveling, picturing her obeying him across the ocean. Her sharp inhale told him she was doing exactly as he asked. He cursed under his breath, rubbing the heel of his hand over his growing hardness through his sweats. “How wet are you right now, baby?” he asked, desperate to hear her say it.

“Very,” she moaned, the sound wrecking him. “Good,” he whispered harshly. His knuckles turned white from the grip on his phone. “Use your fingers and rub a circle over your clit. Slow. Gentle. Just how I’d do it if I were there.” Her moans tangled with the faint rustle of sheets on her end, and Trent had to bite his lip hard to hold back his own. He shifted against the mattress, tugging his sweats lower with his free hand until he could wrap his fist around his aching length.

“That’s it, princess,” he coaxed, voice low and wrecked. “Rub yourself nice and slow…pretend it’s my tongue instead. You know how I love tasting you.” “Trent…” she whimpered, dragging his name out like it was the only thing she could hold onto. He hissed at the sound. “Yeah, baby, keep saying my name like that. You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

Her breathing grew uneven. “Faster?” He grinned despite the tension coiling in him. “You don’t ask, princess. You beg.” “Please,” she gasped, and the broken edge of it snapped the last of his restraint. “Fuck—good girl. Circle your clit faster now. Let yourself feel everything. Pretend my fingers are inside you, curling just right.”

She moaned, high and desperate, and his hips bucked into his own fist at the sound. He stroked himself in sync with her breaths, picturing her lying there open and needy, doing exactly what he told her. “You close, baby?” he asked, his voice all gravel now.

“Yes—” she cried softly, “—so close.” “Then don’t hold back. Cum for me, Reina. I want to hear you fall apart for me.” Her moans hitched, sharp and sweet, before breaking into a long, trembling cry of his name. The sound shattered him. He groaned roughly into the phone, spilling into his hand as his head fell back against the headboard.

For a moment, the only sound was their labored breathing—her soft, uneven gasps and his low growls fading into silence. “Fuck,” he muttered finally, wiping his hand on a nearby towel. “That was… yeah.” She giggled breathlessly, and the sound warmed his chest.

“You good, princess?” he asked, voice now soft. “Mhm,” she hummed, sleepy and sated. “You always know exactly what I need.” “As soon as this tournament ends…” his voice was a low promise now, rough with want, “I’m coming to LA. I wanna taste your cum on my tongue.”

She giggled softly, the sound making his chest ache in the best way. “Promises, promises.” He smirked, eyes closing as he let her voice settle into him. “Not just promises, princess. A promise I intend to keep.” And from the way she sighed his name before saying goodnight, he knew she believed him.

Chapter 9

[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 7)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

The private jet hummed steadily beneath them, clouds stretching endlessly outside the window. Reina sat curled in her seat, hoodie pulled over her head, staring at nothing in particular. Across from her, Anna sipped her mimosa and raised a brow. “Well,” she said, leaning back dramatically, “Europe has been fun.” Reina slowly turned her head and shot her a warning look. “Don’t start.”

Anna grinned. “So… how you feeling?” “Conflicted,” Reina admitted with a heavy sigh, letting her head fall back against the seat. “Both Jude and Trent confessed they like me. Like, not just flirty fun—they want to see where this goes.” Anna’s brows lifted. “And you said...?” “I didn’t say anything,” she groaned. “Not that either of them really let me. It’s like they both felt I wasn’t sure and told me to take my time. That they’d wait for my response.”

Anna blinked at her. “So we go to Europe for you to shoot an ad campaign, record new music, attend one Grand Prix and somehow—somehow—you walk out with not one, but two British hotties practically begging for your love?” She tossed her hands up. “That’s not fair and I kinda hate you.”

Reina snorted. “Trust me, it’s not as fun as it sounds.” Anna gave her a flat look. “You say that, but you’ve got options, babe. Elite athlete options.” Reina sighed again, softer this time. “I don’t know who to choose... They’re both amazing. And they bring out different sides of me. Trent makes me feel safe—like I can actually breathe. Like if the world fell apart, he’d be the one holding it all together for me.” “And Jude?” Anna prompted.

Reina smiled faintly, looking out the window. “Jude makes me feel light. Like… free. Like I can forget the weight of everything for a minute and just be. With him, it’s fun, it’s natural. I laugh more. But with Trent, it’s… grounding. It’s deep.” Anna was quiet for a moment, then she shrugged. “So don’t choose.” Reina blinked. “What?” “I mean…” Anna leaned forward, voice lowering conspiratorially. “You live in the States. They’re in Europe. Different leagues, different countries. You’re not exactly bumping into them at Erewhon.” Reina’s eyes narrowed. “Your point?” “My point is—date both,” Anna said simply. “Just keep it casual. Be honest. Tell them you don’t want anything public right now.”

Reina tilted her head, considering. “I mean… after everything with my ex, I did tell myself I wasn’t ready for another public relationship. I still flinch when I see paparazzi.” “Exactly,” Anna said, nodding like it was obvious. “That trauma’s still fresh. They’d understand. And let’s be real, they’re both obsessed with you. Like, dangerously. You’ve got magic pussy or something.” Reina burst out laughing. “It might be that. But let’s not forget, my head game is pretty strong too.” Anna raised her glass. “To international-grade talent.”

Reina clinked her water bottle against it with a smirk. “So… date both. Long distance. Private. Occasional visits. Zero pressure.” “You can totally pull that off,” Anna said confidently. “You’re a grown woman with a passport and two men wrapped around your finger. What’s the worst that could happen?” Reina looked out the window again, smile growing despite herself. “Yeah… let’s not even think about the bad. I’ll just enjoy the good.” “Exactly,” Anna said, grinning. “You’ve got two of Europe’s finest in the palm of your hand. Live a little.”

---

The jet cabin was quiet aside from the occasional hum of the engines. Reina sat curled on the leather sofa with her phone in hand, heart thudding a little louder than usual. Anna lounged across from her, pretending not to eavesdrop—though she was very obviously paying attention. Reina took a breath and tapped on Trent’s name first.

He answered on the second ring, his face filling her screen, damp curls clinging to his forehead, a towel slung around his shoulders. “Hey, love,” he said, smiling. “You landed already?” “Still in the air,” Reina smiled back. “Looks like someone just had a good session.” “Gym,” he said, wiping his face with the towel. “Trying to keep busy till I hear from you.”

Her stomach flipped a little. “Well… now you have.” Trent raised a brow, sensing something in her tone. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she said softly. “I just… I’ve been thinking. About everything you said.” He nodded, patiently waiting, giving her that grounded stillness he always did.

“I like you too, Trent. A lot,” she said. “And I want to see where this goes. But I need to be honest—there are some things I’m wary of.” “Alright,” he said gently. “Tell me.” “For now, I don’t want anything public,” she explained. “Not with the media, and… not even with friends or family. Last time I let everyone in, it blew up in my face. If we’re going to do this, I want to protect it first. Protect us.”

Trent nodded, not even hesitating. “That’s more than fair. We’ll go at your pace.” Her chest loosened. “Thank you.” “I’m just glad you’re giving this a shot,” he said. “Whatever it looks like, I’m here for it.” She smiled. “You’re kind of amazing.” He chuckled. “Kind of?” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t push it.” They said a few more soft goodbyes before hanging up, and Reina let herself breathe for a beat. One down.

Then she tapped on Jude’s name.

“Hey!” Jude grinned as his face popped up on her screen. “Finally. Was starting to think you forgot about me.” She smiled, instantly warmed by his voice. “Where are you?” “Driving home from practice,” he said, glancing between her and the road. “You okay?” “You might wanna pull over.” His expression shifted. “What? Why?” She smirked. “Because you might crash from excitement.” He groaned, laughing as he slowed the car and pulled over. “You are so dramatic.”

“Just cautious,” she teased. He leaned back in his seat, still watching her. “Alright, hit me.” “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she began. “And… I like you, Jude. More than I expected to. You make me feel good. And light. And I want to see where this goes.” The grin that bloomed on his face was almost boyish. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” she said, then added quickly, “But there are conditions.”

“I’m listening.” “No going public. Not yet. And I don’t want to start involving friends or family right now. This has to be ours, just for now. I’m not ready for the world to have an opinion on us.” He nodded, serious now. “Done. Whatever you need. Just say the word.” She smiled, touched. “You’re making this too easy.” “I plan to make everything easy for you,” he said, cocky and sweet all at once. “Okay, Romeo,” she laughed.

They exchanged a few more words, soft and playful, before she ended the call and lowered her phone to her lap. Across from her, Anna raised an eyebrow. “So?” Reina looked over, flushed but smiling. “Told you,” Anna said, pointing at her mimosa like it was a mic. “Both very obsessed with you.” Reina couldn’t even deny it—because yeah, they really were. And she kind of loved it.

A Few Weeks Later

Time passed in a blur of studio sessions, early morning shoots, and late-night writing binges—but through it all, Reina never felt alone. Her phone buzzed constantly, lighting up with messages that made her laugh, blush, and sometimes bite her lip.

Jude was a storm of chaotic charm. One day it was a selfie of him half-asleep in the locker room with the caption: Dreamt of you. Not even mad about waking up sweaty. The next, a voice note: “You know, this song came on in the car that reminded me of you. ‘Too sweet to handle but still asking for more.’ Reckon it’s your theme song. Also—miss your face, superstar.” She’d reply with teasing voice notes of her own, or pictures of her morning coffee with a post-it reading: Still dreaming of you too. Even if you talk in your sleep. Their flirtation was effortless, full of cheeky remarks and that dizzying “almost-more” tension. But underneath it, there was a sweetness in how he always checked in after her long days. How he sent her memes about long-distance couples and asked if she was eating enough.

And then there was Trent. Quiet, steady. Intentional.

He didn’t flood her with messages—but when he did reach out, it meant something. Thoughtful playlists. Beautiful photos of sunsets from his evening walks with a simple: Wish you were here. Or: “Read something that reminded me of you today. Something about people who feel like calm in the middle of chaos.” He’d call late at night, when her day was winding down and his was just beginning. Their conversations stretched for hours—easy, soft, meaningful.

Sometimes he’d just listen to her ramble about her music or frustrations. Other times, he’d share something small from his day that he hadn’t told anyone else. And when they flirted—it was slower, more deliberate. “You know you’re dangerous, right?” he’d say in that low, rich tone. “Why’s that?” “Because I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to touch you. And I don’t even want to.”

Between the two of them, Reina felt constantly seen. Desired. Known. And though she hadn’t made a choice—hadn’t needed to—she felt something blooming, something warm and thrilling, every time she looked at her phone and saw one of their names lighting up her screen.

For now, this was enough. For now, they were hers.

One night, she was curled up in bed, phone in hand, FaceTiming Jude. His face lit up when he saw her, that usual mix of charm and playfulness in his eyes. “You watched?” he asked, flashing that boyish grin that always made her chest flutter. She rolled her eyes playfully. “I stayed up ‘til 2am for you, sir. That’s peak dedication. You should feel very blessed.” Jude laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I do. I really do. But you know what would make me feel even more blessed?”

Reina narrowed her eyes, already suspicious. “What?” “If you came to the Champions League final next week. Be my good luck charm or something.” She smiled—but it faltered for the briefest second. “I wish I could, really,” she said gently, her tone laced with something unreadable. “You can’t?” “I’ve got... work. Stuff lined up.”

It wasn’t a total lie. There were things on her calendar. A shoot. A brand meeting. A studio session penciled in—but nothing that couldn’t be shifted if she really wanted to. But the real reason sat heavy in her chest like a stone. She knew his family would be there. His parents. His brother. Maybe even friends from back home. And she wasn't ready for that—not when her heart was still split in two.

Because as much as she cared for Jude—wanted him, adored him—there was a tiny, traitorous voice in the back of her mind that whispered: What if Trent calls you tomorrow and says the same thing? What are you doing, Reina? She hated that voice. Tried to shove it away every time it crept in. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

And if Jude’s mom hugged her and asked, “So are you his girlfriend?” What the hell would she even say? “I get it,” Jude said after a moment, his voice quiet, softer. “Busy superstar. Maybe I’ll win it for you anyway.” She smiled again, forcing the guilt down. “Win it for me and I might just write you a song.” His face lit up at that. “You better.” But even as they laughed, as their conversation drifted to lighter things, the ache in her chest didn’t ease. Because no matter how good this felt…

She knew she couldn’t keep dancing on this line forever.

--

After a full week of guilt weighing on her chest like an anchor, Reina finally gave in.

She wanted to be there for him. To see him hold that trophy, to share the moment — even if quietly, even if from a distance. So, the next day, without telling a soul (except Anna, who was sworn to secrecy), she boarded a private jet to Madrid.

The city was still electric, buzzing from Real Madrid’s Champions League win. Reina smiled as she passed waving fans in jerseys, posters of Jude and his teammates plastered on building walls. The pride in the air was thick, contagious. And she was proud, too — so damn proud. Her suspicions had been right. Social media was flooded with clips: Jude lifting the trophy, his family crying in the stands, his brother hugging him on the pitch. It was beautiful. But it also made her decision clearer. She wouldn’t intrude.

She booked a sleek hotel suite tucked away from the city’s chaos. The room smelled of citrus and luxury, the windows framing a golden Madrid sunset. After a quick shower and touch of glam, she took a mirror selfie — in a silky white slip dress that left very little to the imagination — and texted it to him with a message:

Something special just checked into the Gran Meliá. Hope the champ likes surprises. 💋

She didn’t wait long. Her phone buzzed almost instantly.

You’re in Madrid? Don’t play with me, Reina.

She smirked, texting him her suite number then throwing her phone on the bed and pouring herself a glass of wine. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock.

She opened the door, and there he was — glowing, grinning, eyes filled with disbelief and that boyish joy she couldn’t get enough of. Still in casual clothes, a cap pulled low, but he looked like a king. “You’re really here,” Jude said, stepping into the room and pulling her into his arms without hesitation. “I figured the champ deserved a special kind of celebration,” she teased, voice low against his ear. He kissed her like he’d been waiting years — hot, urgent, full of gratitude and hunger. “You have no idea how much I needed this.”

He kissed her like the trophy didn’t matter — like she was the prize. They stumbled backwards, lips never parting, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. “You flew across the world for me,” Jude murmured against her mouth, voice rough with disbelief.

Reina smirked, slipping her arms around his neck, letting her silk slip shift scandalously up her thighs. “Well, champ… since this is your celebration,” she purred, grazing her lips over his jaw, “we can do whatever you want to do.” That look in his eyes changed — something darker, hungrier, almost reverent. His hands dropped to her hips, gripping tight like he didn’t trust she was real.

“Don’t say shit like that if you’re not ready for me to take it seriously,” he growled, already lowering her onto the bed. “Try me,” she whispered. And he did.

His mouth was on her neck instantly, biting just enough to make her arch. He kissed down her chest, tugging the delicate straps of her slip aside with his teeth. “You wore this for me?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. “Maybe,” she breathed, “figured the champ deserved a little silk fantasy.”

He groaned — low and dirty — before stripping the fabric down her body like it offended him. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his hands, and he took his time exploring every inch. Kisses, licks, slow, hungry bites down her belly until she whimpered. “You’re killing me,” she gasped as his fingers teased her thighs but never quite touched where she wanted.

He grinned against her skin. “You did say I can do whatever I want.” She reached for him, dragging him up to kiss her again, hips grinding into his, teasing, matching his heat with her own. She whined a little, “Stop teasing though”, this caused him to chuckle darkly “Its not teasing baby… its savoring”. He kissed the inside of her thighs and her hips bucked instinctively, a breathy moan leaving her lips as his mouth finally met her core and his tongue flicked and circled her clit, licking into her like he already knew exactly what made her fall apart.

He didn’t let up — not when she writhed, not when she gasped out his name, not when her fingers dug into his shoulders and she panted, “Baby, wait— today’s about you…” He glanced up briefly, lips glistening, his expression feral and sweet all at once. “Yeah,” he rasped, “and I really wanted to do this.” Then he was back on her like a man possessed — tongue relentless, alternating between soft, gentle sucks and deep, devastating licks that made her cry out. He groaned again when her thighs started to tremble around his head, when her fingers grabbed at his short hair like she was trying to anchor herself.

Her moans turned breathless, scattered, her body arching off the bed as he pushed her right to the edge and tipped her over with one last flick of his tongue — drawing her orgasm out until she collapsed back into the mattress, legs shaking.

Jude kissed her inner thigh softly before rising, crawling up her body and settling between her legs. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly when he leaned down and kissed her — deep and slow, letting her taste herself on his lips. “See how good you taste baby?” he groaned against her lips, “I swear I cant get enough”.

Jude wrapped her legs around him apart settling between them, the playful edge gone — replaced with pure need. His hands held her steady as he slid into her in one slow, deliberate thrust. They both moaned — the kind that echoed off the hotel walls.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her lips. “You feel like heaven.” Reina’s nails clawed at his back, her hips rising to meet every thrust. “Then don’t stop.” And he didn’t. He moved with a rhythm that had her gasping his name, his mouth everywhere — her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone — like he couldn’t get enough.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled, slowing just to tease her. “I want you to keep fucking me like you just won the damn world,” she panted, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. “With pleasure” He shifted her slightly, hands firm on her hips as he began to thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. Her moans spilled freely now, her body climbing toward bliss as he whispered filth and praise into her skin.

“You like that, baby?” “God, yes—” “Say it again.” “Yes, Jude, don’t stop—please—”

When she finally came, it hit hard and fast — a wave that stole her breath and made her cry out his name like he was the only man in the world. Jude cursed and followed her right after, burying his face in her neck as he came with a strangled groan.

They stayed like that for a long moment — breathless, tangled, spent. Celebration, indeed.

They lay tangled in the sheets, bodies slick with sweat and hearts still racing. His arm draped lazily across her bare waist, holding her close like he wasn’t ready to let go — like she might disappear if he did. Her head rested on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek, grounding her in the quiet afterglow.

Jude let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers drawing slow, aimless patterns across her spine. “I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, voice soft and thick with emotion. Reina hummed in response, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin. He tilted his head and kissed her forehead, lingering there like he needed the closeness. “I know you didn’t want to come to the match ‘cause my family’s here,” he said gently. “And I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was pushing you to meet them.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and open. “Jude—” “Wait,” he interrupted quietly, brushing her hair from her face. “I know you said you weren’t ready to tell people about us and I respect that. Really, I do.” His thumb stroked along her cheek. “But you being here right now? You have no idea what it means to me.”

Her chest tightened at the way he looked at her — no pressure, no expectations, just pure honesty. “I can’t wait for the day you’re comfortable enough to let the world know we’re together,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But for now? I’m very content with this.” He squeezed her gently. “You. Here. With me.”

Reina didn’t speak right away — just let her fingers curl around his wrist as she nestled back into his warmth. She didn’t have the words yet, but maybe she didn’t need them. Because somehow… he understood.

Not long after Jude left, Reina was still lying in bed, tangled in the sheets that smelled like him — skin warm, lips sore from all the kissing, and heart far too full.

He’d kissed her like he didn’t want to go, like it hurt to peel himself away, but his family was still at his house, and he’d already stretched his “I’ll be back soon” excuse longer than any son could get away with. She watched him go with a lazy smile on her lips, body sore in all the best ways.

Still glowing, she stretched her arms over her head and sighed contentedly. Then, with a cheeky smirk tugging at her mouth, a thought bloomed in her head. Well... since I’m in Europe already. Grinning, she grabbed her phone and hit Anna’s contact. It barely rang once before Anna picked up, voice smug as hell. “How’s Jude?” Reina giggled immediately. “Amazing.” “Uh huh,” Anna replied, already amused. “Let me guess, you’re thinking since I’m in Europe already… I should go check my other man?”

“You read my mind,” Reina said. “I was thinking, Liverpool tomorrow?” “Already on it,” Anna said without missing a beat. “I told the pilot earlier that after Madrid, you’d most likely want to reroute to Liverpool. The jet’s being refueled.” Reina gasped, dramatic and delighted. “Anna! Have I ever told you how much I love you?” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Anna replied smugly. “I know I’m amazing. Your life would be a chaotic disaster without me.” “Not a lie,” Reina laughed before hanging up. Still smiling, she opened her messages and shot off a text to Trent.

Reina: Are you free tomorrow?

She watched the typing dots appear almost immediately, her chest tightening with anticipation.

Trent: I can be. What’s on your mind?

She hesitated for half a second, then typed:

Reina: I miss you. I was thinking… maybe I could come see you?

There was no pause this time.

Trent: You never need a reason. Just come. Always.

Her breath caught a little. Just come. Always. It wasn’t loud or flashy, but it hit her right in that soft spot she didn’t even know existed before him. She smiled to herself as she set the phone down, a little laugh escaping her lips. Liverpool, it was.

The jet’s wheels had barely touched down when Reina spotted him waiting for her, arms crossed casually, sunglasses on despite the early sun. Trent looked like he owned the entire runway — like he belonged there.

She stepped out grinning. “Are you even allowed to be this close to a plane?” He met her at the stairs, grabbing her carry-on before she could argue. “Don’t worry about that,” he said coolly. “Security knows what’s good.” Her phone buzzed just as they reached his car. A message from Anna.

Anna: Your man can be VERY persuasive. He forced me to give him your flight info 😒

Reina narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you blackmail or bribe my assistant?” Trent chuckled. “I may have promised her a pair of Louboutins… but that’s between me and Anna.” She shook her head, amused. “You’re unbelievable.” He opened the door for her and flashed a grin. “And yet, you still showed up.”

—

Later, curled up together on his couch, Trent wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close against him. She sighed into his chest, soaking in the comfort.

“What are you doing this side of the world anyway?” he asked softly, voice warm against her ear. She looked up at him with a small smile. “I missed you. Isn’t that enough of a reason?” That made his lips curve. “Yeah. That’s more than enough.”

He kissed her forehead, then leaned back. “It actually worked out. I’ve got a few days off before things pick up again.” “Really?” she blinked. “I thought it’d be full-on for you right now.” “Yeah… I leave for training camp in a couple days.”

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, training camp? For the national team?” He nodded, casual as ever. “Yeah. I got picked for the Euros squad.” Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, baby! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He shrugged. “Wanted to say it in person. You being here makes it even better.” As he stepped away to grab them drinks, Reina’s fingers moved quickly, pulling out her phone.

Reina: Check the England Euro 2024 squad. Is Jude in it?

A minute later, Anna’s reply came with a full screenshot of the squad list… and both Trent Alexander-Arnold and Jude Bellingham circled in red.

 Beneath it, her caption read:

Anna: Uh oh…

Reina stared at the screen for a long moment before locking it and slipping it facedown beside her. She exhaled slowly, then muttered under her breath with a wry smile:

What are the chances they’re friends… right?

Chapter 8

[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 6)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 2465words

Chapter 5

The hum of the jet was steady, but Reina’s thoughts were anything but calm. She sat curled into the plush leather seat, her legs tucked underneath her, chin resting in her hand as she stared out at the clouds below. She should’ve been excited — she was going to see Jude. And she was. But there was no denying the heavy, quiet weight in her chest from the night before.

Trent. His words echoed louder than the engines around her.

“I think I’m falling for you.”

“I want to see where we can take this.”

She groaned softly, dragging a hand down her face. “What the hell am I doing,” she muttered. In a burst of restless energy, she pulled out her phone and opened the notes app.

Trent:

Grounded

Emotionally mature

Listens without trying to fix things

Safe

Makes me feel seen

Protective

Serious about me

Jude:

Makes me laugh

Passionate

Reminds me how to breathe

Affectionate

Keeps things light when everything feels heavy

Creative soul

Also serious... in his own way

She stared at the list for a long moment. No matter how she tilted it, twisted it, or tried to add more points… it came out even.

Trent was safety.

Jude was freedom.

And here she was, jetting toward the latter, still carrying the former’s voice in her heart. By the time her car pulled up outside Jude’s Madrid home, the sun was beginning to dip into warm orange hues. She stepped out of the car, sunglasses low on her nose, anxiety curling in her gut. But the moment Jude opened the door, all of that… paused.

“Hey,” he said, eyes warm, smile wide. He looked so happy to see her. And the second he pulled her into his arms and kissed her — a slow, deep kiss that made her toes curl in her boots — everything else melted away. She sighed into him, letting herself sink into the comfort of his lips, the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands cupping her waist like she was the most precious thing he’d ever held.

A few moments later, they broke apart, breathless, and he took her bag from her. “Come on, I made sure the fridge is stocked, and I have a couple bottles of wine I think you’ll like.”

Once settled in, with two glasses of rosé and the warm glow of the living room wrapping around them, they relaxed into the couch like it was second nature. “So,” Reina said, swirling her wine, “how’d you find that record shop?” Jude grinned, stretching an arm across the back of the couch behind her. “Ah, so you liked it?”

“Liked it? I’ve been back a few times since the scavenger hunt. It’s kind of perfect.” He laughed, a soft, proud sound. “Well, believe it or not, I’m a man of many hidden talents and obscure interests beneath this very handsome face and irresistible charm.”

She playfully shoved him with her shoulder. “Get over yourself.” “Swear,” he said, hands raised. “I was walking that street looking for a birthday gift for my mom. Saw the shop, something about it pulled me in. Now I stop by whenever I’m in London. Ended up becoming friends with the owner.” She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s... kind of adorable.” “What can I say, I’m a layered man.”

“And the arcade?” “Oh, that one was a complete accident. Found it after a night out with some of the guys. You ever play Pac-Man tipsy? Life-changing.” She laughed, letting her head fall back against the couch. He reached for her face, gently brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “I’m glad the places that bring me joy… brought you some peace, too.” Her smile softened as her gaze lingered on his. “Maybe it’s not the places,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe it’s just you.” His eyes flickered, something tender and awestruck blooming behind them. “I like the sound of that.” He leaned in, kissed her — slow at first, then deeper, his hand moving to her waist as he gently pulled her into his lap.

Their kiss deepened, her fingers threading through his curls as she shifted in his lap. His hands gripped her waist, grounding her, but her lips were fire — slow, teasing, electric. Her fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging just enough to earn a low groan from him. “You know,” she murmured against his lips, “I never properly thanked you for the scavenger hunt.” He tilted his head, still dazed from her kiss. “You told me you loved it. That was enough.”

She smiled—sweet, almost innocent. But her gaze held something darker. “No,” she whispered, her hands sliding down his chest. “Not properly.” Before he could reply, she was easing off his lap, slipping to the floor between his knees with a kind of quiet command that left him breathless. “Reina…” he started, voice thick, fingers twitching against the cushions.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her hands already moving to the waistband of his joggers. “Let me thank you.” “Baby, you don’t have to—” “Jude.” Her voice was low, sure. “Let me.” That one look—full of intent and affection and heat—was enough to shut down any protest. He sank further into the couch, breath stuttering as she freed his semi hard length from the confines of his joggers, wrapping her hand around his base, giving him a small tug as she placed a soft kiss on his tip before wrapping her lips around him. Sucking him in like a lollipop before releasing and licking him base to tip, placing a few kitten licks on his tip and a few more kisses whilst still jerking him off. “Wow you got hard very fast” she smirked up at him, “How can I not with a literal goddess between my legs?” he breathed, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Bellingham” she joked. With a flick of her tongue and a deep breath, she pushed down further, keeping her throat relaxed as she slid him in inch by inch, focused and in full control. From the moment her lips wrapped around him, soft and warm, he forgot everything else.

Her pace was unhurried at first, teasing, tracing him with her tongue like a gift she was slowly unwrapping. He tried to keep his eyes on her, but they fluttered shut when she took him deeper, her nails dragging lightly along his thighs. “Baby, I need you to look at me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. Jude’s hand slid to the back of her head—not to guide, but to ground himself—as his eyes found hers. Locked in that molten gaze, he watched her work him over with a sinful mix of tenderness and hunger, every movement of her mouth unraveling him further.

“Fuck… Reina,” he groaned, hips flexing despite himself, one hand fisting the cushion beside him. “You’re gonna ruin me.” She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips glistening, breath warm against his skin. “Aren’t I already?” she teased, eyes dancing with mischief. “You are. You definitely are,” he rasped, voice thick with need. She dipped her head again, taking him in deeper with deliberate, reverent care. She hummed around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his throat. Every flick of her tongue, every soft moan sent him closer to the edge.

He was close—too close—but didn’t want it to end. His jaw clenched, trying to hold back. “Shit, I’m gonna—” She didn’t stop. Didn’t pull away. Just met his gaze as she took him to the hilt, swallowing him whole with a slow, deliberate grace that made his vision blur. With a hoarse cry, he came, body shaking under her touch. She stayed there, letting him ride it out, and when she finally pulled back, lips swollen and glistening, she gave him a wicked little smile. “You were saying?” Jude blinked down at her, chest still heaving. “Remind me to do more scavenger hunts.”

Before she could quip back, he leaned down and kissed her—slow, deep, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands were already on her hips, tugging her up from the floor and gently easing her back onto the couch cushions. “My turn,” he muttered against her lips, voice low and full of purpose. She barely had time to giggle before he was sliding her pants down her legs, pressing kisses along her inner thighs as he went. “Jude…” she breathed, lifting her hips to help him, the anticipation curling hot and sharp in her belly. “Shh,” he whispered, settling between her legs, looking up at her with a smirk that promised ruin. “You thanked me. Now let me return the favor.” Then he lowered his head and licked a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds that made her hips jerk.

She gasped, her fingers immediately tangling in his hair. “Jude…” He hummed in response — the deep, vibrating sound shooting straight through her — and wrapped his arms around her thighs, anchoring her to his mouth. His tongue moved with purpose now: slow licks alternating with quick flicks against her clit, driving her closer with maddening precision. She moaned, grinding against him, her back arching as she whispered his name like a prayer. He groaned into her, the vibration pulling another curse from her lips. “Fuck—Jude…” she gasped, her head falling back, eyes fluttering shut— “Nah, nah,” he said against her, voice low and wrecked. “Remember what you said—eyes on me.”

he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, she nearly came undone right there, thighs trembling around his head. “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against her, lips slick with her. He didn’t let up, kept going until her hips were twitching and she was chanting his name like it was the only word she remembered.

Then, just when her climax was about to crash into her, he pulled back. “What the hell—” she panted, dazed and breathless. He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Told you. Returning the favor.” Before she could recover, he flipped her over with surprising ease, bending her over the back of the couch, her bare knees pressed into the cushions. “This okay?” he asked, already lining himself up behind her.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes dark and daring. “You’re not seriously asking for permission now, are you?” He grinned — then slid into her in one smooth, deep thrust that had both of them moaning. “Shit, Reina…” he groaned, gripping her hips as he began to move. Her body welcomed him, slick and eager, and every stroke sent her forward against the couch, fingers digging into the cushions.

He set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her from behind, low grunts slipping past his lips “You feel—so damn good—” he panted, hands sliding up her back, gripping her shoulder as he pulled her harder against him. “Right there,” she gasped, pressing back into him. “Don’t stop—” He didn’t. He kept going, driving into her with raw need, the couch creaking beneath them. Her moans filled the room, high and breathy, mixing with his rough ones as he neared the edge again.

“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “Me too,” she whimpered, head thrown back. He reached around, rubbing her clit with quick, practiced circles until she was crying out, her orgasm crashing through her like lightning. That was all it took—her pulsing around him sent him over too, hips jerking as he spilled into her with a groan of her name.

They stayed there for a moment, breathless, tangled, spent. Eventually, Jude shifted beneath her, brushing a soft kiss against her shoulder before lifting her effortlessly into his arms. “Come on,” he murmured, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

The warm water cascaded over them in the shower, steam curling around their bodies. Jude gently lathered soap along her back, careful and slow, like every inch of her mattered. Reina leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. She opened her eyes, tilting her head back to look at him. “What do you mean? We’ve been texting almost every day.” “I know,” he said, rinsing her shoulder, “but I mean this. You. Here. With me. In my space, in my arms. It’s not the same through a screen.”

Her heart stuttered just a little. He kept going, voice soft but certain. “I know you’re still figuring out where this thing is going. And I get it—you have every right to be skeptical. But I hope I’ve shown you that age isn’t some deal-breaker. We work, Reina. We’re good together.” She didn’t answer right away. He didn’t expect her to.

Once they were both dried off, he handed her one of his oversized shirts—something he secretly loved seeing her in—and led her to his bed. She curled up against him without hesitation, resting her cheek against his chest while his hand traced idle circles on her back.

He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding something in for days. “Reina,” he murmured, “I think I’m falling for you.” Her breath caught. “I wake up thinking about you,” he continued. “Hoping you dreamt about me—because I definitely dreamt about you. I want to be the reason you smile. The reason for that cute little blush you always try to hide.”

She bit her lip, heart thudding in her chest. “I’m not saying be my forever. I know you’re not ready for that—and maybe I’m not either,” he said honestly. “But I do want to see where this could go. Because you have to admit… we’re kind of perfect together.” “Jude—” she began, but he shook his head gently, pressing a finger to her lips. “Don’t. Don’t say anything yet. I know you’re flying back to the States tomorrow, and I don’t want to make things harder. Just… promise me you’ll think about it. And when you’re ready—really ready—give me your answer.” She looked up at him, heart torn but softening. “Okay,” she whispered.

He smiled, brushing a kiss to her lips. It wasn’t laced with heat or urgency. Just sweetness. Truth. And as she tucked herself into his arms again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, she couldn’t deny it—being with Jude made her feel light. Seen. Free. There was a kind of peace in his presence. A kind of joy that whispered she didn’t always have to carry everything alone. Maybe… just maybe… he was right. Maybe they really were kind of perfect together.

Chapter 7

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Chapter 5 (Her Private Affairs)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 3877words

As soon as Reina picked up, her father’s voice came through, firm and direct. “Reina, we need to talk about Oliver Stanton.” She blinked. “Well, hello to you too. I’m doing great, thanks for asking.” He sighed, already impatient. “Let’s not play games. This is important.” “Right. So important you skipped the small talk.” She leaned back into the couch, already bracing. “I’m serious. He’s a good match. You should at least agree to meet him.” “Dad,” she said with a tired breath, “I’m not in the headspace for setups right now.”

“This isn’t a casual thing, Reina. This is about your future. Our name. Our legacy. You’ve had your time in the spotlight, but pop stardom doesn’t last forever.” She sat up straighter, her spine stiffening. “Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence.” “You know I’m proud of what you’ve achieved,” he replied, his tone not quite convincing. “But it’s time to think bigger. Long-term. There’s more to life than music and headlines.”

“And apparently, more to life means marrying a guy I’ve never even met to secure some boardroom alliance?” “That’s not fair.” “No, what’s not fair is being treated like a chess piece in your empire-building plans.” He didn’t respond right away. Then, with a clipped tone, he said, “I’m doing this for you. For the family. One day, you’ll understand.” “Right,” she muttered. “Because I don’t think about the family at all.”The silence that followed was loud and heavy.

Then, just as Trent stepped into the room carrying their plates, Reina exhaled sharply. “I have to go.” “Reina—” “We’ll talk another time,” she said, and ended the call before he could say anything else.

She stared at the phone for a long second. Her chest was tight, her jaw clenched. Trent placed the plates on the coffee table, eyes narrowing when he caught her expression.

“You alright?” he asked gently. “I’m fine,” she lied, quickly pasting on a smile. “Rei…” “Really,” she said, waving it off. “Just family stuff.”

“Talk to me,” he urged, coming closer. She shook her head, a small, shaky breath leaving her lips. “It’s nothing. Just expectations. Guilt. The usual Carter-family cocktail.” A lone tear escaped before she could stop it. “I don’t want to ruin tonight,” she added, wiping her cheek. “We were having a good time.”

Trent smiled, trying to lighten the air. “I mean, judging by the sounds you were making earlier, I’d say we were having a great time.” She let out a surprised laugh, the tension cracking just a bit. “There’s that smile,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently along her cheek. “Whatever it is,” Trent said, voice soft but steady, “I’m here. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Reina let out a breath, half a laugh, half a sigh, and looked down at her food. “It’s wild. We’ve only known each other a few weeks and here I am dumping all my emotional baggage at your door.”

He smiled, reaching across to brush his fingers gently against her arm. “I want to know every side of you, Reina. The bold, beautiful, confident woman the world sees... and the parts you try to hide too. The good and the bad.” She met his eyes, her own filled with something soft and fragile. “You’re gonna regret saying that when you realize just how much of a mess I am.” Trent leaned in and kissed her temple. “I don’t scare easy.” And for the first time that night, she let her guard down—just a little more.

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Back in London, the studio felt colder than usual. Not in temperature—but in energy. Reina had barely been back two days, yet the whirlwind of her life had already caught up to her. Between finalizing her latest tracks, label meetings, and dodging her father's increasingly persistent calls, she hadn’t even had time to breathe.

She didn’t want to admit how much his words still lingered. Every time her phone lit up with his name, her chest tightened. She’d swipe it away, but it haunted her anyway. And then there was… everything else.

She was still talking to both Trent and Jude. Nothing serious, not yet. At least that’s what she told herself. They didn’t know about each other, and she wasn’t lying to either one. Not exactly. But the emotional juggling act was starting to weigh on her more than she expected. The truth was, she liked them both. In different ways. And pretending it wasn’t messy didn’t make it any less complicated.

That night, her phone buzzed with Jude’s name lighting up the screen. She smiled, already feeling the tension in her shoulders ease just a little. “Hey.” “Hey, superstar,” Jude said, his voice smooth and warm through the line. “Still drowning in music and deadlines?” She let out a tired breath. “Pretty much. Deadlines, pressure from the label, and my dad being... my dad.”

He didn’t press. She hadn’t told him much, just that she and her father didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye these days. “I’m gonna guess all this stress isn’t doing your creativity any favors,” he said. “You think?” she replied dryly, and he chuckled. “You need to relax.” She scoffed, a dry laugh escaping her lips. “Relax? That sounds so easy when you say it.”

“Maybe it is easy,” he teased, and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “You just need the right kind of help.” The next morning, Reina stood by the window of her hotel suite, rattling off her to-do list to Anna, who was scribbling notes and pushing meetings around on her iPad. Reina’s head was pounding slightly, her brain still stuck in edits for a bridge that just wouldn’t land properly.

A knock at the door interrupted them. The hotel manager stood there, a white envelope in hand and a knowing smile. “Miss Carter. A message was left for you.” She raised a brow, taking it. “Thanks,” she murmured, already suspicious. Anna peeked over her shoulder as Reina unfolded the note. “Step one: Relaxation starts with a little curiosity. Head to where you can soak it all in—literally. You’ll find the next clue there.” It was signed with a scribbled “—J.”

Reina blinked, then immediately reached for her phone, calling Jude. No answer.

She narrowed her eyes and texted:

Reina:

Are you serious? I don’t have time for games right now.

Jude:

Won’t answer unless you play. Trust me, you’ll like what’s waiting at the end.

Reina groaned dramatically, tossing the envelope on the table. “He left me a clue. A damn scavenger hunt. Like I have the time for this.” Anna was already biting back a smile. Reina raised a brow at her. “Don’t look at me like that.” “I’m just saying,” Anna shrugged, too casually. “You’ve been in your head all morning. Maybe a little... detour wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“I really don’t have time,” Reina repeated, arms crossed. “Okay,” Anna said, pressing a few things on her screen, “Then I’ll just reschedule this 2 p.m. session and push your A&R meeting to tomorrow, since you’re going to be staring at your phone all day wondering what the next clue is anyway.” Reina opened her mouth to argue—then closed it again. Fifteen minutes later, she caved.

With an exasperated sigh and a grumble of “I hate him,” she grabbed the envelope again and read the hint over once more. Anna didn’t say a word. She just sat back with that smug, knowing grin and adjusted the schedule. Reina shook her head and muttered, “Fine. One clue. Then I’m coming back.” But something told her she wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

The first clue had led her to a tiny record shop tucked away in a side street she wouldn’t have noticed on her own. It smelled like vinyl and nostalgia, the kind of place where time slowed down just enough for the music to breathe.

As soon as she stepped inside, the bell chimed overhead, and a cheerful older man behind the counter looked up. “Miss Carter?” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Someone left this for you.”

He handed her a small, folded note with her name scribbled in Jude’s unmistakable handwriting. “Music is more than your career—it’s your home. Thought you could use a reminder. A few of your favorites are on the player. And… a few of mine. Don’t judge me too hard. — J.”

She blinked, her heart softening in her chest. Behind the counter, a sleek turntable had already been queued up. The needle dropped with a soft hiss, and the opening chords of one of her favorite old-school R&B tracks filled the room. She listened. Then another track followed—one she hadn’t heard in years, and then something unfamiliar but so Jude in rhythm and feel that she knew it had to be one of his choices. She found herself swaying, tapping her foot. Smiling.

By the time the mini playlist ended, the manager was sliding her another note. “Still with me? Good. Fun is next. Nothing serious. Just games. — J.”

The second clue led her across town to a quirky retro café—half diner, half arcade—with checkered floors and neon lights. The hostess, clearly in on the game, handed her a milkshake and a sealed envelope the moment she walked in. “Sometimes the world feels too heavy. This place won’t fix it, but maybe it’ll remind you that it’s okay to laugh, to win, to lose, to just be. Now go play.” Reina couldn’t help it—she laughed. Fully laughed.

She played a few rounds of air hockey against one of the café workers (who clearly let her win), then got hopelessly invested in an old pinball machine. She forgot about her dad. About the label. About everything except the fact that, right now, she was having a damn good time. That is, until the next note came. “Now that your soul is smiling… time to give your body the same gift. Head back to the hotel. Trust me.”

Back at the hotel suite, the lights were dim, the room smelled of lavender, and a professional masseuse was already waiting for her, oils prepped. “Courtesy of a very persistent gentleman,” the woman said with a wink. Reina slipped out of her clothes and let herself sink into the plush massage bed. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t thinking about anything. Until—

New hands. Larger. Rougher. Familiar. Her eyes popped open and she pushed herself up slightly. “Wait—what the—?” Jude was grinning down at her, already dressed in casual joggers and a plain black tee. “Relax,” he said, pressing gently into her shoulders again, “I’m just here to make sure you actually followed instructions.” She blinked at him in disbelief. “You’re insane.” “You’re glowing,” he said, not missing a beat. “So I must be doing something right.”

Once the massage ended, they lounged in her hotel suite’s small dining area. He’d ordered her favorite sushi and even brought her a chocolate tart from a bakery she once mentioned in passing. She didn’t remember telling him she loved that place. He remembered anyway. She leaned back in her chair, eyes on him. “I don’t even know what to say. That was… really sweet.” “Seeing you relaxed and smiling is thanks enough.” Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice.

Without meaning to, her hand slid across the table to his. The look they shared was warm—deeper than either expected—and when he leaned over to kiss her, she met him halfway. The kiss was soft, slow, warm—and full of the kind of promise that made her forget every other part of the world. His phone buzzed. He groaned, pulling away reluctantly. “Shit.” “What is it?” she asked, lips still tingling. He glanced at the screen and sighed. “I’ve gotta go. Flight back to Madrid.” Her brows lifted. “Wait—you literally flew here just to… have lunch with me?”

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, grabbing his bag. “Why not?” She stared at him, stunned and speechless, as he leaned in for one last kiss. Before he left, he glanced toward the hallway and caught Anna watching from the corner. “Take care of my girl, yeah?” he said with a wink. Anna just smirked. “Always.” The door clicked shut behind him, and Reina stood there—full, quiet, and smiling.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Jude, Anna peeked around the corner like she'd been holding her breath the whole time. “Well damn,” she said, walking into the room with arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “So how you feeling after all that, Mrs. Bellingham?”

Reina burst into laughter, flopping back onto the couch like the high from the day had finally caught up to her. “Don’t start.” Anna held up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Maybe not Bellingham. Should I say Mrs. Alexander-Arnold instead? Or wait—better yet—Bellingham-Alexander-Arnold. Hyphenated. Modern woman.” A throw pillow flew across the room. “Stop!” Reina laughed, trying not to ruin the relaxed glow she still felt from the massage. “You’re going to undo all of Jude’s hard work.” Anna caught the pillow and grinned. “That man flew across countries for a lunch date. I gotta give him points.”

Reina rolled her eyes, standing up and brushing her hair out of her face. “Yeah, yeah, he’s a dream. Can we not turn this into a wedding planning session? I’ve got enough on my plate.” Anna raised her brows but let it go. “Fine, superstar. Go put on your boss-lady hat. But just know I’ve already picked out your reception dress.”

Reina groaned dramatically as she disappeared into the bedroom. “You’re annoying. And now I’m stressed again.” Anna called out with a smirk, “Blame yourself, girl. You’re the one juggling Europe’s two most eligible bachelors like it’s your side hustle.” Reina shook her head, smiling despite herself. “Let me get dressed. We’ve got a studio to run.”

With just a few days left before she needed to head back to the States, Reina was in full work mode — days packed with studio sessions, meetings, edits, and decisions. By the time she returned to the hotel that night, exhaustion clung to her like a second skin.

She stepped into her suite, expecting darkness, silence… instead, the lights were dimmed, the room softly aglow with flickering candlelight. A subtle scent of vanilla and sandalwood hung in the air, calming and warm. Her gaze landed on the figure standing in the middle of the room, holding a glass of wine with a slight smirk on his face.

“Trent?” she asked, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing here? How did you even get into my suite—”

A cough interrupted her, and both their eyes turned toward the doorway where Anna stood, casually placing Reina’s bag and water bottle down. “I’m just gonna leave these here,” Anna said innocently, clearly trying not to grin. Reina shot her a look. “Really, Anna?” Anna only shrugged, winked, and made a quick exit. “Enjoy your night, lovebirds.”

Reina turned back to Trent with an amused sigh, taking the glass of wine he offered. “You’re sneaky.” He leaned down and pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips, his hand resting at her waist. “I know you’ve been busy,” he said softly. “Stressed. So I figured you needed a night where someone else took care of you.”

He gently took the wine glass from her and slid his fingers through hers, guiding her toward the suite’s bathroom. Reina’s breath caught slightly when she saw it — the tub already filled, the water swirling with pastel colors from scented bath bombs, steam rising gently above the rim. Small tea lights flickered along the counter and floor, casting everything in a golden glow. Her lips parted in awe. “You really went all out.”

He smiled and moved behind her, fingers brushing over her shoulders, kissing the curve of her neck as he slowly helped her out of her clothes. His touch was reverent, tender — not rushing, just present. Once she was undressed, he held her hand as she stepped into the bath. She sank in with a sigh. “Okay. I definitely needed this.” Trent settled on the edge of the tub beside her, his eyes warm as they watched her. Reina tilted her head toward him with a teasing grin. “Aren’t you going to join me?” He chuckled, low and intimate. “If you insist.”

In a smooth motion, he stripped down, his toned frame slipping into the water behind her. He pulled her back against his chest, one arm wrapped gently around her waist, the other caressing her thigh beneath the surface. They stayed like that for a while — soft conversation, quiet laughter, the kind of calm that only came when you trusted someone to hold you when the world felt too loud. Then he shifted slightly, his lips grazing her ear. “You still feel a little tense, Miss Carter.”

She turned her head toward him, smirking. “Oh? What do you prescribe, Mr. Alexander-Arnold?” His teeth caught her earlobe gently. “In my expert opinion…” His fingers began to trail slowly up her inner thigh. “An orgasm.” She exhaled a soft, breathy laugh. “Just one?” He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, voice deepening. “Three. Minimum.”

His lips trailed a slow, unhurried path along her neck, tasting the drops of bathwater clinging to her skin. His hands moved with the same intention — deliberate, reverent — tracing the lines of her body beneath the warm water. Reina melted into him, her head resting back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as his fingertips skimmed her thighs, his touch light and teasing.

“Trent…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Shh,” he murmured, brushing a kiss behind her ear. “Just let go.” She let her knees fall open in the water, and he took his time — stroking her slowly, firmly, until her breath hitched and her hips rose in the water on instinct. The flicker of candlelight danced across the tile, but all Reina could focus on was the heat building between her legs and the steady, grounding rhythm of Trent’s breath against her ear.

When the first wave hit her, it rolled through her quietly — a warm, overwhelming rush that made her gasp and clutch his thigh beneath the water. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. One arm wrapped tighter around her waist, keeping her anchored against him while his fingers coaxed another release from her body with practiced precision.

By the second one, her moans filled the air around them, soft but desperate, her body trembling under his touch. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder again. “Letting me take care of you.” Reina turned slightly, enough to meet his mouth with hers, the kiss deep and slow — like thanks, like surrender. When she pulled back, breathless, she gave him a playful but needy look. “You said three, right?” He smirked. “I’m a man of my word.” He stood and stepped out of the tub, water dripping down the toned lines of his chest and abs. Without a word, he reached for a towel and helped her out, wrapping her in warmth before lifting her into his arms. She let out a surprised laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You really believe in full-service pampering, huh?” “I take my prescriptions seriously,” he said, kissing her forehead before carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, taking his time peeling away the towel. The way he looked at her — like he was memorizing her, like she was art — sent a different kind of shiver down her spine.

This time, when he kissed her, there was more urgency. His weight pressed against hers, skin to skin, as his hands explored her with slow hunger. She arched beneath him, gasping when he finally entered her — deep, sure, and perfectly in sync with her body. Every thrust was deliberate. He wasn’t rushing. He was watching her. Learning what made her shiver, what made her cry out, what made her reach for him like she needed him to breathe.

“Reina,” he murmured against her lips, “you feel like home.” She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as her third orgasm ripped through her, this one fiercer, rawer, leaving her gasping his name like a prayer. He followed soon after, groaning into the crook of her neck as he spilled into her, holding her tight like he never wanted to let go.

He was still inside her when he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his breath still uneven from the high they had just shared. His eyes, dark and full of something deeper than lust, locked with hers.

“Reina…” he whispered, his voice low, intimate. “I think I’m falling for you.” Her breath hitched. “I want you,” he continued, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her cheek. “I want this. I want to see where we can take it… what we could be.” “Trent—” she started, her heart thudding against her ribs, throat tightening. But he gently silenced her with a kiss — soft, slow, lingering. “Don’t say anything yet,” he murmured against her lips. “You don’t have to.”

He slowly pulled out of her, and she felt the absence of him like a shift in gravity. But then he tugged her close, wrapping her in his arms like a blanket of warmth and steadiness. They lay chest to chest, skin to skin, the only sound in the room their mingled breaths and the faint rustle of sheets. His hand traced light patterns across her back. No rush. No pressure. Just quiet presence. But Reina’s mind was spinning.

She stared at the curve of his collarbone, her fingers absently tracing it as thoughts whirled behind her eyes. He’s falling for me.

And the scary part? She felt the same. Her heart clenched. Because she liked him. A lot. The way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. The way he spoke to her like he saw right through her facade and didn’t flinch. Trent made her feel… anchored. Like she could stop running. Like maybe love didn’t have to be painful or performative.

But then there was Jude. The way her heart skipped every time his name lit up her phone. The laughter he pulled out of her like it was the easiest thing in the world. With Jude, it was excitement, fun, freedom — like the world was wide open, and she could breathe without pressure or expectation.

Jude made her feel alive.

Trent made her feel safe.

How the hell was she supposed to choose between the two?

She closed her eyes, tightening her arms around Trent just slightly, like holding him could help quiet the noise in her head. “Everything okay?” he asked softly, his lips grazing her temple. She opened her eyes, nodding. “Yeah… just tired.” He didn’t push. Just kissed the side of her face and murmured, “Rest, baby. I got you.”

And he did.That was the problem. Because she was falling — fast, hard, and in two directions.

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[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 4)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 3811words

Reina woke to warm sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains, the soft sheets tangled around her legs. The space next to her was empty, but still warm. She stretched lazily, muscles sore in a way that made her smile to herself.

As she reached for her phone, the screen lit up with a message from Trent.

Just checking—you’re still coming Sunday, right? Gotta have my lucky charm in the stands.

Reina huffed a small laugh, thumbs already moving.

Lucky charm? When did we get there?

A moment later, the reply came through.

I’m just saying… feel like having you there will give me that little extra something.

She smirked as she typed her next message.

This is starting to sound a lot like “I miss you.”

Another buzz.

Desperately.

Reina bit her lip, the butterflies flaring in her chest before her phone rang loudly in her hand. Anna. She groaned. “You have terrible timing.” “Sorry to disrupt what I’m hoping is you recovering from having your back blown out,” Anna said, all mock-innocence.

Reina burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Seriously?”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” “You have issue’s you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it-,” Anna replied nonchalantly. “- anyway jet’s booked for tomorrow morning. You’ll land and head straight to the studio, so rest up today, stay hydrated, and for the love of God, don’t strain your voice.” Reina rolled her eyes. “Okay, Dr. Buzzkill.” “Wait—before you hang up… was it good?” “Bye, Anna,” Reina said sweetly, ending the call before she could answer.

She tossed the phone aside with a grin and slid out of bed, tugging Jude’s T-shirt from the floor and pulling it over her head. It hung loose on her frame, soft and worn-in, and still carried his scent. She followed the smell of food through the hallway, barefoot and quietly curious.

When she turned the corner into the kitchen, she found him standing at the stove, shirtless and barefoot, flipping pancakes in a pair of gray sweats like this was something they did every day.

Reina leaned against the doorframe. “Oh… he cooks?” Jude looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Barely. But I can manage breakfast.” She crossed the room, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He turned just enough to kiss her softly before refocusing on the pan. “Coffee’s ready if you want some,” he said. “Cups are in the cabinet on the left.”

As she poured herself a mug, she caught sight of the faint red lines scratched into his back — her handiwork. She smirked, taking a sip. “Sorry about those,” she said casually. He glanced over his shoulder, clearly amused. “I don’t mind. Consider it proof I did my job.” He slid a pancake onto her plate, then added with a teasing smirk, “How are your legs feeling?” Reina nearly spit out her coffee, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I try,” he said, nudging the plate toward her. “Now eat. I’m not trying to get roasted if you pass out in the studio tomorrow.” She shook her head, smiling as she took a seat at the kitchen island, her heart doing something dangerous in her chest. Being around him like this — effortless and warm — felt too good. Too easy. And maybe… just maybe… that was the problem.

The next morning, Reina touched down in London, sunglasses on and hoodie pulled low as she made her way to the studio. Anna was already waiting out front, latte in hand and that knowing smirk ready. “Well, someone looks like they had a real good time in Spain,” Anna teased, eyeing her up and down. Reina didn’t even flinch. “Hmm. A good time was had,” she said, adjusting her shades. “But now it’s time to work.”

Anna bumped her shoulder playfully. “I want the tea though.” Reina gave her a sharp side-eye, lips twitching in amusement. “You want a lot of things.” Then, without missing a beat, she turned and greeted the waiting team with a warm smile, slipping right back into International Popstar Mode like a pro.

Reina spent the rest of the day holed up in the studio, fine-tuning vocals, layering harmonies, and polishing off the songs she’d recorded the week before. The work demanded precision — breath control, emotion, tone — and she poured herself into it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

But every now and then, her mind drifted. To the way Jude had whispered good morning against her skin, his hand curled around her waist like he couldn’t let her go. To the way Trent had looked at her, like she was something rare — something worth chasing.

She shut her eyes and took a breath. No. Not now. She hadn’t replied to either of them all day — on purpose. Not because she didn’t want to, but because if she did… the guilt would creep in again. The truth was messy: they both clearly liked her. And, even messier? She liked them too.

That should’ve been a red flag. Instead, it felt like a thrill. Reina shook off the thought and leaned closer to the mic, nodding at the producer. “From the top,” she said, her voice cool, composed.

Work first. Everything else could wait.

That night, after a late dinner and an even later glass of wine, Reina tried to retreat to her room under the guise of needing rest. But Anna wasn’t having it.

“Don’t even think about escaping,” Anna said, cutting her off at the hallway with her arms folded. “No deflection, no studio talk — we’re doing this. Right here. Right now.” Reina sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “Doing what, exactly?”

“The tea, bitch.” Anna’s eyes sparkled. “What. Happened.” Reina gave a helpless laugh, dragging a hand through her curls. “It was... good. Really good.” Anna’s brows lifted. “That’s vague. You’re never vague.” Reina hesitated. “Okay, fine. Jude’s… he’s sweet. And attentive. He makes me feel… seen. And the sex…” She trailed off with a dreamy sigh. “Yeah, it’s amazing.”

Anna grinned like the cat who’d just gotten into the cream. “So, are we leaning toward Real Madrid’s golden boy, then?” Reina pressed her lips together. “That’s the thing. I don’t know. Trent’s… different. He’s grounded. Easy to talk to. Funny as hell. Being with him feels like… breathing.” Anna tilted her head. “So, golden boy or lover boy?” “Both,” Reina admitted quietly. “Both are amazing… just in totally different ways.”

Anna fell silent, letting the weight of the confession settle. Reina looked away, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “With Jude, it feels… new. Like butterflies and messy kisses and wanting to stay up all night. With Trent, it’s deeper somehow. Comfortable. Like I don’t have to perform. I just get to be.”

Anna raised a brow. “And that scares you?” Reina’s laugh was soft. “Yeah. A little. A lot. I didn’t mean for this to happen; you know? It was just supposed to be fun. Now it’s starting to feel like…”

“Real,” Anna finished for her. Reina didn’t answer — she didn’t need to. The look on her face said it all.

Reina was half-wrapped in her throw blanket, hair still damp, phone in hand, pretending to watch Netflix when her screen lit up with a new message.

Jude

Why does my bed feel so empty all of a sudden?

You sure you don’t want to hop on a last-minute flight back?

She grinned, unlocking her phone.

Reina:

You miss me already?

Jude:

You have no idea. Also, not gonna lie… I’ve been replaying you riding me in my head all day.

Might have to use it for… motivational purposes later.

A laugh burst from her lips before she could stop it.

Reina

Motivational? Is that what we’re calling it now?

Jude:

What else would I call the hottest moment of my life?

How’d your sessions go, by the way? Kill it like usual?

That part softened her a little — the way he could switch from flirty menace to sweet check-in in one breath. There was just this dangerously charming thing about Jude. Before she could even respond, her phone buzzed again. Trent this time.

Trent:

Cleared my Monday. I want all of it reserved for you.

We’re driving back straight after the game, yeah?

Reina:

That’s the plan.

Hope I’m not intruding on your recovery routine.

Trent:

Not at all. I want you relaxed, well-fed… completely taken care of.

Figure that’s the least I can do since you’re gracing me with your presence.

She smiled, head resting against the couch cushion.

Reina:

If you really want me to start supporting Liverpool, y’all better win Sunday.

Trent:

You’re bribing me with loyalty now?

This just got serious.

Reina:

I like to keep you on your toes, Mr. Alexander-Arnold.

There it was again — that warmth. That steady energy Trent gave her that felt like breathing after holding her breath. Reina tossed her phone aside and groaned into a pillow. Two men. Two different countries. And her heart — or maybe something lower — tugging in both directions. Just fun, she reminded herself. So why was her chest already aching a little… like she knew it wouldn’t stay that simple for long?

It was raining. Cold. The kind of bone-deep chill that made Reina question every life choice that had led her here. “I can’t believe I’m at a stadium, in this freezing rain, about to watch a team I don’t even support — when I could be in bed, wrapped in blankets, bingeing Netflix,” she muttered under her breath as she stepped into the Anfield VIP box. “All this… for a man.”

A very handsome man, sure. But still — a man.

She pulled her coat tighter, tucking her gloved hands into her lap as the players began jogging out for warm-ups. She hadn’t heard from Trent all day, but she figured the driver he’d sent to pick her up was his quiet confirmation that he knew she was here.

Then she spotted him. Trent jogged out with the squad, his red jersey clinging to him in the light drizzle. Focused, alert, moving like he belonged on the pitch — which he did. Her eyes tracked him automatically, and she barely registered the people around her anymore.

When he turned toward the VIP box, scanning casually, his gaze landed on her — and that was all it took. His face lit up with a grin so wide and genuine it made her forget how cold it was. She ducked her head with a small, involuntary smile tugging at her lips, trying to play it cool even as her cheeks warmed. This is ridiculous, she thought. Absolutely ridiculous.

The match kicked off with instant energy. Liverpool was sharp, quick, and completely in sync. Reina found herself getting caught up in the rhythm of the game despite her best efforts not to care.

And then Trent scored. A clean, powerful strike from outside the box that curved into the top corner — effortless and lethal. The stadium exploded around her, and Reina shot to her feet before she realized it, clapping out of pure instinct.

Trent ripped off his jersey in celebration, revealing toned muscles and a body that looked far too sculpted for someone who moved that gracefully. He turned toward her box again — not just scanning this time, looking — and when his eyes locked with hers, he threw in a little wink. Cocky, Reina thought, but the grin on her face betrayed her. She rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh as she sat back down, heart thudding just a bit harder than it should have. The worst part? She didn’t even mind the cold anymore.

The tunnel buzzed with post-match energy — players greeting friends and family, media shuffling past, and the steady hum of voices echoing off concrete walls. Reina stood off to the side, hands tucked into the sleeves of her coat, waiting, doing her best to be unnoticed by everyone else.

And then he appeared. Freshly showered, curls still damp, dressed in a fitted black hoodie and joggers. His eyes found her instantly, a slow grin spreading across his face as he walked over. Without hesitation, Trent cupped her face in his hands and kissed her — firm, warm, and breath-stealing.

“Definitely my good luck charm,” he murmured against her lips, voice low and affectionate. Reina laughed, her hands resting lightly on his chest before giving him a playful shove. “I think your talent had something to do with it, Mr. Modest.”

As they walked out of the tunnel and toward the car park, Trent reached down and gently laced his fingers with hers. Their hands fit together effortlessly, and the simple touch made her chest flutter.

“So,” he asked, glancing her way, “did I convert you? Liverpool fan now?” Reina scrunched her nose with exaggerated disapproval. “Mmm… no.” He gasped dramatically, as if wounded. “That hurts.” She grinned and bumped her shoulder into his. “But… I might be becoming a Trent Alexander-Arnold fan.” He stopped beside his car, eyes lit up with amusement — and something softer, deeper. Reaching into a sports bag, he pulled something out.

“In that case,” he said, “this is for you, Miss Carter.” He handed her his jersey — still slightly damp, his number and name printed boldly on the back. “Can’t be a fan without merch, right?” Reina blinked in surprise before smiling as she ran her fingers across the crest. “You're a bit corny, you know that?” “I’ve been told,” he smirked.

—

His house was warm and quiet, the kind of space that felt intentionally lived-in — comfortable and private. On the dining table, dinner was already set: plated and waiting under silver cloches, with a bottle of chilled champagne to the side. “Wow,” Reina said, slipping off her coat. “Someone’s in a celebratory mood.” “I mean,” Trent replied, walking behind her and helping her into her seat, “I did score tonight.”

He leaned in close, voice low at her ear. “Figured I’d celebrate with the most beautiful girl in the world.” She let out a soft laugh, a little flustered. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t we?” “Maybe,” he said, pouring her a glass of champagne. “But I’m not lying.” His gaze lingered, making her heart flutter again. She quickly lifted her glass to her lips.

“Okay, but let’s talk about that celebration,” she said, changing the subject. “Taking your shirt off? A little extra, don’t you think?” Trent chuckled, genuinely amused. “What? You didn’t like it?” He stood from the table, unzipped his hoodie slowly, letting it slide off his shoulders before tugging up the hem of his fitted t-shirt to reveal the sharp lines of his abs.

Reina broke into laughter. “What?” he teased, walking toward her. “Or maybe… you just don’t wanna share?” He stopped at her side, leaned down, and kissed her again — slow, lingering, full of heat. Her fingers instinctively curled into the fabric at his waist.

The kiss lingered at first — soft, teasing — until Reina slid her hand behind Trent’s neck and deepened it, her lips pressing firmer against his. “I think I wanna start with dessert first,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice low and suggestive. Trent froze for half a second, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips before he whispered back, “Yeah… definitely.” Without another word, he reached for her hand, fingers lacing through hers as he gently tugged her to her feet. Their eyes met — playful, charged, hungry — before he turned, still holding her hand, and led her through the quiet hallway of his home.

As soon as they entered his room, Reina was on him capturing his lips in slow but deep kiss. His hands instantly on her waist pulling her close, “I missed you” he mumbled against her lips, “Its been a week” she smirks looking up at him. “I miss you everyday you’re not by my side” he says grinning at the blush that comes to her cheeks. “Shut up and kiss me” Reina says trying to ignore the fact that her heart did a little thing when he said that. He guided her towards the bed, pulling his tshirt off and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her fingers skimmed over the defined ridges of his stomach, “That’s unfair” she mumbled causing him chuckle. Her top soon joined his on the floor with Trent trailing kisses down her whilst unbuttoning her pants. His hands found their way inside her pants, “Fuck you this wet already?” he moans rubbing slow circles against her clit, “What can I say, you turn me on” she replied gasping as he slid a finger into her. Her back arched off the bed as he slipped another finger in whilst nibbling at her neck. “Wait there’s been something I’ve been dying to do” he said, “And whats that?” she whined as he pulled his fingers from her and started pulling off her pants along with her underwear. “I wanna eat you out” he declared, already kneeling in front of her placing slow kissing on the inside of her thighs. “Seriously?” she giggled, “Yeah, last time I didn’t get a taste, only fair I make up for it now” he said, licking her core then rolling a stiff circle over her clit. She moaned, “Well don’t let me stop you” grabbing the back of his head pulling him in closer. He continues licking her center occasionally circling and sucking on her clit. “Jesus…” she moaned arching off the bed when she felt hit tongue enter her before replacing it with his fingers. “Name’s Trent, love” he said with a cocky smirk watching her fall apart as he moved his fingers in her, curling them to find that one little spot he knows will drive her crazy. “Don’t be an idiot” she chuckles breathlessly, he continued sucking on her clit whilst his fingers worked inside her, feeling her clench around him signaling her orgasm. “Cum for me baby” he murmured against her, his words vibrating against her as her thighs tightened around his head and her body trembled, unraveling in waves of pleasure

“That feel good?” he asked standing up undoing his pants. “Uh huh” she said quietly her brain still feeling dazed, “Ready for more?” he asked kissing up her body till he reached her lips then pulling her into a deep kiss slipping his tongue into her mouth letting her taste herself. She hummed in agreement already grinding up against him. “Put me inside you” he said nibbling on her neck. She moaned at his words, reaching down and taking his cock in her hands before running it over her core then lining him up at her entrance. “My God you’re unreal” he moaned sinking into her. He slowly started moving savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around him. He pulled his hips back snapping them forward, one hand next to her head and the other gripping her hip causing a little scream to come from her mouth as he set a relentless pace fucking into her. “You going to cum again baby? I can feel you clenching around me” he asked, she couldn’t answer only sounds coming from her mouth being her breathless moans from how good he was making her feel. She pulled him down into a deep kiss before cumming again her body shaking once again. “Shit Reina!” Trent shouted his own orgasm taking him by surprise, he fucked into her a few more times riding out both their highs before capturing her lips and whispering “Have I ever told you how incredible you are?” “I don’t know, but if you have I don’t mind hearing you say it again” she said with a breathless smile. He chuckled at her response.

“You’re incredible, Reina Carter,” Trent said, his voice husky as he collapsed onto the bed beside her, breath still heavy. He pulled her into his arms, their bodies slick and warm, fitting together like they were made for this. She smiled lazily against his chest, her fingers tracing idle shapes along his skin. For a moment, everything was still—except the pounding of her heart and the quiet sounds of their breathing mingling in the aftermath of something that felt far too good to be casual.

Then, right on cue, her stomach let out a loud, unapologetic growl. Trent huffed a soft laugh, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. “You hungry?” She tilted her head to look up at him with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, definitely. We kinda had dessert before we ate.” That earned a full laugh from him, low and amused. “Dessert before dinner… priorities.” He slid out of bed, muscles shifting beneath his skin as he reached for a pair of grey sweats, pulling them on with ease. Then he turned and tossed her a soft black T-shirt. “Here. Can’t have you walking around naked—unless you want me to forget food altogether.”

She caught it and slipped it on, rolling her eyes but smiling all the same. “You're such a gentleman.” They wandered into the living room where the untouched dinner still sat waiting, the champagne slightly less crisp but still golden in the dim lighting. Reina moved toward the table, grabbing a plate to reheat the food, but Trent gently took it from her hands. “Nope. Sit,” he said, brushing a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m sure your legs are still shaking after that.”

She let out a short laugh, flopping onto the couch with a mock glare. “You know what? I’m not gonna say anything back because I like being served.” He looked over his shoulder with a wink. “Anything for the Queen.” And with that, he headed into the kitchen, the microwave beeping as she settled into the soft cushions, watching him with a quiet smile and a fluttering heart.

As Trent moved around the kitchen, the soft hum of the microwave filling the space, Reina’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it lazily, still wrapped in his T-shirt, and saw a message from Anna.

Anna:

First Jude scores a hat trick with you at his game, and now Trent scores in his match. Maybe you should just move to Europe and be their lucky charm.

Reina let out a laugh under her breath, thumbs already tapping.

Reina:

Wouldn’t that just be the dream.

The reply came instantly.

Anna:

So I’m wondering... was the pitch the only place Mr. Alexander-Arnold scored tonight? 👀

Reina rolled her eyes with a smirk, cheeks warming.

Reina:

Shut up, please.

Before she could type anything else, her screen lit up with an incoming call — Dad. Her smile faltered just slightly as she stared at the name, thumb hovering over the screen before she finally picked up.

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[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 3)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 4507words

Previous Chapter

The sunlight spilled into the room, creeping across the bed where Reina and Trent were tangled up, bare skin against bare skin, still wrapped in the warmth of the night before.

Anna, ever the early riser, pushed the breakfast cart into the suite like she did every morning. "Good morn— oh shit, sorry!" she gasped, spinning around so fast she nearly knocked over the tea pot. Reina burst out laughing, burying her face in Trent’s bare chest as he chuckled lowly.

"No worries," Trent said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He turned and pressed a kiss to Reina’s forehead. "See you later at the race?" he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. "Yeah, of course," Reina breathed out, feeling her cheeks heat. He shot her a wink, grabbed his clothes off the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom to change quickly before slipping out of the suite.

The door had barely clicked shut when Anna turned back around, grinning like a devil. "Damn, girl! How was it?" she wiggled her brows, setting down the breakfast tray with a flourish. "It's been a while since you got your back blown out!" Reina tossed a pillow at her, laughing. "A good girl never kisses and tells." "Yeah, I know," Anna said, catching the pillow midair. "That’s exactly why I’m asking." Reina just shook her head, grinning, as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Just then, her phone buzzed from somewhere in the tangle of discarded clothes. Anna bent down, fishing it out of Reina’s bag. "Uh oh," she said, flashing the screen toward Reina.

Incoming call: Jude Bellingham.

Reina’s stomach dropped.

The guilt hit her like a punch — sharp and sudden. Jude, with his sweet texts and dimpled smile. Jude, who made her heart flutter like a lovesick teenager. And here she was, less than twelve hours after Trent had kissed her breathless and left her legs shaking, still wearing his cologne on her skin. Anna, reading the look on her face, walked over and set the phone down gently on the bedside table. "Hey," she said softly, "it's okay. You're not actually dating either of them. You deserve to have some fun after the year you've had. And seriously, you haven't been with anyone since your ex and…they probably have other girls too so, cut yourself some slack."

Reina pressed her lips together, staring at the screen until the call ended and Jude’s name disappeared. "Yeah, well, thanks for that," Reina muttered, flopping back on the bed. "Now I feel like just another notch on some footballer's bedpost." Anna winced. "Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I'm just saying... you don’t have to make it deep if you don’t want to." Reina stared at the ceiling for a beat, then sighed. "Yeah," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "It’s not that deep. It’s just... fun." But even as she said it, she wasn’t sure she believed it.

After her shower, Reina threw on a simple but stylish outfit for the race. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, staring at her phone before finally calling Jude. He picked up after just a few rings, his voice easy and warm.

"Hey, Reina," he said, and just like that, she was smiling. "Hey," she answered, feeling her body relax into the sound of him. They fell into an easy conversation, Jude asking how her morning was going, teasing her lightly about surviving the Grand Prix chaos, and making her laugh without even trying too hard.

And just for a second — too fast to stop it — an image of Trent crossed her mind. Last night. His hands. His mouth. She quickly pushed it away.

"I was thinking," Jude said, his voice dropping slightly, "we have our Champions League match Wednesday... You should come." She hesitated, twirling the edge of the duvet between her fingers. "I'm still around for a bit... I'd love to."

"You could stay at my place if you want," he added casually, but there was a carefulness underneath it. "No pressure. Guestroom’s on the other side of the house. You’d have plenty of space." Reina laughed, easing the tension. "Is this you flexing your mansion?" He chuckled, low and a little cocky. "Maybe. Just trying to make it easy for you to say yes." She rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. "Alright. You win. I’ll come." "Good," Jude said simply, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "I’ll send you everything you need."

They said goodbye, and when Reina hung up, she stayed frozen for a moment, her phone resting in her lap, her heart a traitor in her chest. For now, she decided, she was just going to enjoy whatever this was.

No guilt. No pressure.

Just butterflies.

 The energy at the Grand Prix was electric, and even though her team didn’t take the win, Reina still had a blast. There was just something about being trackside, surrounded by the buzz of engines and champagne showers, that made everything feel alive.

As the trophy ceremony wrapped up, she felt someone tug gently at her hand. Turning, she found herself looking into Trent’s smiling, ridiculously handsome face. "I wanna see you again," he said, low and direct, cutting through the noise like he had tunnel vision for her and her alone. Reina raised an eyebrow, playful. "Oh, is that so?"

"Definitely," he said, stepping closer, the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body doing dangerous things to her already conflicted heart. "I think this could be something... if you let it."

The way he said it — not pushy, not cocky, just sure — made her heart stumble a little. She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. Trent saw it. Leaned in a bit more, voice dropping. "I’m not asking for forever, love. Just a chance." That — that was unfair. How was she supposed to resist that?

Finally, she let out a breathy laugh. "I’ll be in London from next weekend, recording." "Perfect," Trent grinned. "When you’re free, come up to Liverpool. Catch a game." She laughed, shaking her head. "You want me to sit in the stands and watch you play?"

"Yeah," he said smoothly, grinning. "Would be nice, knowing I’ve got a personal cheerleader watching." Reina rolled her eyes, still laughing. "Unless you're playing Man City... then maybe not." Trent clutched his chest dramatically. "Brutal." She shoved him lightly, and he caught her hand again, giving it a soft squeeze. As she laughed, another thought flickered, uninvited: Jude had asked her to watch him play, too.

Two different guys. Two different cities.

And somehow, both were making her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

---

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon in Madrid, and Reina stared out the window of the sleek black car Jude had sent to pick her up, her heart doing little cartwheels in her chest.

She still couldn’t believe she was here. What am I even doing? she thought with a little laugh, shaking her head. This whole situation was crazy. Exciting. But she wasn't going to overthink it. It was just fun... right?

Anna’s voice echoed in her mind — "You’re not the first girl to date two guys at once. They’re in different countries. Chill, babe. Live a little." Reina smiled to herself. What was the harm?

The car slowed down and pulled into a driveway lined with gorgeous greenery. As soon as she saw the house — modern but warm, huge glass windows, perfect landscaping — her jaw dropped a little. Jude was already outside waiting for her, dressed casually but still managing to look like a magazine cover. His boyish smile made something soft stir in her chest. As she stepped out, she whistled. "Well, damn. This house is gorgeous... You definitely didn’t flex enough." He laughed, cheeks pink. "I didn’t want to scare you off."

He led her inside, giving her the grand tour. The place was stunning — airy, full of light, with personal touches that made it feel like a home instead of just a rich guy’s house. "And this," Jude said, opening a door dramatically, "is your room. As promised. On the other side of the house." Reina smirked, stepping inside the beautiful guestroom. "Very respectable of you, Bellingham."

Then she glanced at him mischievously. "But remind me... where’s your room again?" He chuckled and grabbed her hand without thinking, tugging her gently down the hall. "C’mon." He led her into the master suite — and wow. It was massive, with huge windows overlooking a breathtaking backyard, a king-sized bed that looked ridiculously comfortable, and subtle, cozy decor. "This is beautiful," she said, spinning slowly to take it all in. "Compliments to the interior decorator." He rubbed the back of his neck, a little shy. "Yeah... that wasn’t really me. Mostly my mum and the designer we hired."

She laughed, loving how humble he was. Stepping closer to him, she teased, "Such a shame my room’s all the way on the other side of the house…Especially now that I’m really starting to like this room. And maybe... the owner." Before Jude could even react, she pulled him into a kiss — soft at first, then deeper, as if all the tension between them snapped at once.

The next thing she knew, they were stumbling toward his bed, and she was straddling him, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. Her lips found that soft spot on his neck, and the low moan that escaped him sent a shiver down her spine. But just as she was getting lost in him, he gasped out, voice strained, "Baby... wait." She leaned back a little, confused, and he was looking at her with those big, pleading eyes, flushed and wrecked. "Tomorrow’s a big game…" he said, almost pained.

Reina blinked — then full-on laughed, throwing her head back "Please don’t tell me you’re superstitious like that?" He covered his face with one hand, groaning. "I can’t help it," he mumbled, his ears turning red. "It’s just a thing... I get weird before big games." She bit her lip, trying (and failing) not to laugh harder. "You’re lucky you’re cute, Jude." He peeked at her through his fingers, grinning sheepishly. Sliding off him with a sigh (but still grinning), she teased, "Fine. I’ll behave. For now." Jude exhaled in relief, sitting up and pulling her back into a much softer, slower kiss — one that still left her head spinning.

Later that night, after ordering in dinner and spreading it out messily across Jude’s coffee table, Reina felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. They talked about everything and nothing — laughing over dumb stories from when they were younger, roasting each other’s taste in food, teasing each other like they'd known each other for years instead of just a few weeks.

Somewhere between bites of pizza, the conversation got a little deeper. They started talking about exes. Jude leaned back into the couch, stretching his long legs out. "My last relationship... it ended when I moved to Dortmund. She, uh... she couldn't really handle the attention, y'know? The constant eyes, the fans, the media." He shrugged like it didn’t bother him anymore, but Reina could see the faint trace of disappointment in his eyes. "I haven’t really dated since moving to Madrid," he added, voice quieter.

She raised an eyebrow, playfully suspicious. "I refuse to believe that. You’re Jude Bellingham. In Madrid. You’re telling me you’ve just been... chilling?" He laughed, a little embarrassed. "Seriously. I've been purely focused on the team. Football’s everything to me, always has been." Something about the way he said it made her chest tighten a little.

"What about you?" he asked, eyes softening. Reina hesitated for a second, then set down her plate and leaned back beside him. "Well... my last relationship was kind of public. Everyone was shocked when we broke up." She laughed humorlessly. "But honestly, it was never really gonna work." Jude turned slightly toward her, giving her his full attention.

"My dad introduced us," Reina said, rolling her eyes. "His dad and mine are business partners. I guess they were trying that whole 'combine the families, secure the business empire' thing." Jude blinked. "Wait. Your dad introduced you?"

She nodded, a little amused at his shocked face. "Yeah. He also kinda forced me to 'make it work' even when it was obvious I wasn’t happy." Jude's brows furrowed, his expression darkening slightly. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Reina smiled faintly. "It’s fine. It’s been over a year now. I’m over it." She shrugged lightly. "He didn’t really like the whole popstar image, you know? Hated the songs I sang, complained about how I danced with male dancers on stage, nitpicked my outfits..." Her smile turned a little sad. "He was... controlling. And I'm an artist. I couldn’t live like that."

Jude shook his head, his jaw tight like he was holding back a few choice words about her ex. "You deserve so much better than that." The way he said it — quiet but certain — made her heart skip. They drifted onto lighter topics after that, but the intimacy lingered between them, closer now, heavier.

At some point, she wasn’t sure who leaned in first — maybe they both did — but they were kissing on the couch, slow and hungry, hands roaming like they were trying to memorize the feel of each other. Jude pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss until Reina was almost dizzy — but then he pulled back suddenly, breathing hard.

He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmured. Reina smiled softly, brushing her fingers over his cheek. "No. It’s okay." Without another word, she took his hand, gently pulling him up from the couch. He followed without hesitation, letting her lead him toward his bedroom.

Once inside, they crawled into his bed fully clothed, lying tangled up in each other. Jude wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair like he wanted to keep her close forever. Reina sighed contentedly, feeling his heartbeat against hers. Safe. Warm. Wanted. They stayed like that, just cuddling, until sleep eventually pulled them under.

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Reina woke up to the soft morning light spilling into the room, warm against her skin. For a second, she was disoriented, but then she felt it — the steady, slow rise and fall of Jude's chest against her back, his arm draped lazily around her waist, pulling her close.

She smiled sleepily, unable to help how... right it felt. Like she belonged there. Jude shifted slightly behind her, tightening his hold for a second before nuzzling into the crook of her neck. His voice, low and raspy with sleep, rumbled against her skin. "Good morning." A shiver ran down her spine and pooled low in her belly at the sound of it, at the sleepy intimacy of the moment.

Get it together, she told herself. You're better than that. Self control, Reina. Still, it took more effort than she cared to admit not to just roll over and kiss him stupid. Jude stretched with a little groan that made her brain short-circuit for a moment before he dropped his forehead against her shoulder.

"I gotta leave soon," he mumbled, voice regretful. "Team meet-up and all that." She twisted a little in his arms to look at him, her hair falling into her face. "That’s okay," she said, giving him a soft smile. "Big day and all." He smiled back, still a little sleepy, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

"You can stay as long as you want," he said, propping himself up on one elbow. "Make yourself at home. I’ll send a car for you around six — match kicks off at eight." Reina nodded, heart stupidly fluttering again at how thoughtful he was. "And don’t stress about disguises and all that," he added, running a hand through his messy curls. "The booth you’ll be in is private, VIP. Cameras won’t catch you."

She raised an eyebrow, teasing "Wow. Look at you pulling strings for me." He laughed, a little shy but clearly pleased. "Anything for you, superstar." She flushed a little at the way he said it, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before finally forcing himself to roll out of bed.

As Jude disappeared into the ensuite bathroom, Reina stretched lazily across the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a stupid grin she couldn't wipe off her face.

She heard the water start running and closed her eyes for a second, trying to will her heartbeat to calm down. Not even fifteen minutes later, Jude came back out — towel wrapped low around his hips, hair dripping wet, his skin still glistening from the quick shower. Reina's eyes immediately betrayed her. They slid over every inch of him — from the muscles in his arms, to the toned planes of his chest, to the way the towel clung just barely around his waist.

Lord have mercy.

She bit her lip, quickly looking away, pretending to be way more interested in the pattern on the bedspread. But Jude caught the look. He smirked — the kind of boyish, teasing grin that made her toes curl under the covers.

"You're not even being subtle," he said, grabbing a pair of briefs from his drawer. "I have no idea what you’re talking about," Reina replied, her voice way too casual — and way too high-pitched to be convincing. Jude laughed under his breath and turned his back to her, shamelessly dropping the towel. Reina made the world's tiniest choking sound and immediately shielded her eyes, even though she definitely peeked through her fingers.

"You’re evil," she muttered. He just chuckled, pulling on his briefs and quickly slipping into a pair of training shorts and a team hoodie. When he turned back around, she was sitting up in bed now, looking thoroughly betrayed but also deeply amused." I had to even the playing field," he teased, tossing his damp towel into the bathroom.

"You're gonna give me a heart attack before the match even starts," she shot back. He leaned down, hands bracketing her on either side of the bed, and kissed her forehead again — this time lingering a little longer. "Save it for tonight," he whispered playfully against her skin. "Cheer loud for me, yeah?" She nodded, a little dazed.

And just like that, he grabbed his bag and headed out with one last grin thrown her way. The door closed behind him and Reina dropped back against the bed, covering her face with both hands. "Girl, you're in trouble," she muttered to herself.

The stadium buzzed with excitement as Reina made her way to the VIP booth, escorted by the driver Jude had sent. She settled into her seat just as the players were jogging out for warm-ups. Her eyes immediately found Jude among the sea of white kits.

He looked focused — serious, almost — until his gaze swept the stands and landed on her. Reina couldn't help but lift her hand in a small wave, a soft, private smile on her face. She caught the way his lips twitched into a little grin, his cheeks tinting slightly pink even under the stadium lights. Still, he didn’t wave back — too disciplined to risk drawing attention — but the connection between them was unmistakable.

Vini, jogging beside him, caught the look and immediately narrowed his eyes, looking toward the stands. "Who you smiling at, bro?" Vini asked, a mischievous lilt in his voice. Jude, ever the terrible liar, cleared his throat and shook his head. "No one." Vini didn't buy it, but with kickoff approaching, he let it go... for now.

The match was electric.

Jude was unstoppable — quick on his feet, lethal with the ball, commanding the game like he was born for it. Reina couldn't help but beam with pride as she watched him — her chest swelling every time he touched the ball.

When he scored his first goal, she clapped enthusiastically. When he scored his second, she was practically bouncing in her seat. When he completed the hat trick, she jumped up with the rest of the fans, her heart pounding like crazy. She caught the little glance he sneaked toward her section after the celebration, and if she wasn't already hopelessly crushing before, she definitely was now.

Later that night, back at his house, they were curled up on the oversized couch, both still riding the high of the win. Jude disappeared for a second, then came back with the match ball — the official ball signed by all the players. He held it out to her with a sheepish grin. "For you," he said. Reina blinked. "Are you serious?" "Yeah," he nodded. "So now you’ll always think of me when you see it." Her heart melted into a puddle right then and there.

She set the ball carefully on the table and before she could even think twice, she pulled him into a deep kiss — slow, sweet, but hungry. Jude immediately responded, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. Reina straddled his lap, her hands threading through his curls as she deepened the kiss. Without breaking contact, Jude stood up effortlessly, gripping her thighs, and carried her toward his bedroom like she weighed nothing at all. Reina laughed breathlessly against his mouth, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

Jude kicked the bedroom door closed behind them with his foot, never breaking their kiss. His mouth moved urgently against hers, tasting, teasing, like he couldn’t get enough. He set her down at the edge of the bed, but the second her feet touched the floor, she tugged him back down with her, pulling him on top of her as she fell back against the soft sheets. He chuckled low against her mouth, the sound sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed greedily — skimming up her sides, over her hips, as if he was trying to memorize every curve.

She gasped when he trailed soft kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just below her ear. "You’re dangerous," he murmured against her skin, making her toes curl. She grinned wickedly, flipping them so she was back on top. He let out a groan that vibrated against her body, his hands settling on her thighs. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging it up slowly, teasingly. "Off," she whispered against his jaw, and he was more than happy to oblige — peeling it over his head and tossing it somewhere across the room. God, he was beautiful — all lean muscle and smooth skin, warm and golden under her fingertips. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath her palms. "You're staring," he teased breathlessly, though his eyes were dark and hungry. "Can you blame me?" she whispered, dragging her nails lightly down his abs just to watch him shudder. His hands found the back of her thighs again, gripping firmly as he pulled her closer.

"Your turn" he rasped, his voice deeper now, rough with need. Reina leaned down, kissing him slow, deep, messy — letting their bodies press flush together as heat coiled tight between them. Piece by piece, the rest of their clothes fell away — discarded hazardlessly around the room. He flipped her back onto the bed, slowly pulling her panties down. “Wow” he breathed, she giggled “Seriously?” “Yeah, have you seen yourself?” before she could even respond he pulled her closer to him, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Fuck” she breaths as she feels the wet licks of his tongue on her core, her hand quickly finding itself on the back of his head pulling him even closer as he pushes his tongue inside her, “Jude…baby” she moans as he slid a finger inside her, then another trying to find that spot he knows will drive her crazy. She arched off the bed with a loud groan when he finds it, hand scratching his scalp and pulling him in even more, he can’t help but groan at the slight pain but knowing he’s the one making her feel like this make this way, he soon felt her clenching on his fingers moving her hips to push down further into his face, he threw his arm over her stomach holding her down as she came so hard her legs were shaking, thighs wrapped around his head.

“You good baby?” he asked kissing his way up her body. “I’m better than good” she said pulling him up and into a deep kiss. “You’re really good at that” she mumbled into the kiss, “mmhmm I’m even better at this” he said as he slowly began to push himself inside her, she gasped legs wrapping around his waist,“Jesus Jude…” she gasped in his ear as he started moving, “Wow…you’re so tight” he gasped, she could barely form a response as he started moving faster, she felt herself clenching around him her orgasm fast approaching.

 “Fuuuck” he gasped not expecting the feeling of her clenching around him like that, “you like that?” she giggled, she did it again just to watch him lose his control above her, “You’re amazing” he said kissing her, “Hmm you think?” “Yeah definitely” he replied still fucking into her, “You’re gonna love this” she said, pushing him back and flipping him onto the bed, “Oh we’re doing this now” he said as she straddled him and guiding him back into her, “yeah-“she moans “you played so well today, figured you deserved a reward”. She started moving her hips, he threw his head back at the sensation of her riding him, he started moving his hips meeting her, hands grabbing her ass. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” he gasp, “Yeah me too” she moans as he sits up capturing her nipple in his mouth. “Jude..fuck fuck” she screamed, cumming hard legs shaking as he continued fucking her groaning as he came as well.

Reina rolled off him, breathless and flushed, her skin still tingling from the high. She collapsed onto the cool sheets beside him, arm draped across her face. “Well… damn,” Jude murmured, chest rising and falling fast, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Can we do that again?” She let out a breathless laugh. “You just played 90 minutes… and then that. You’ve got stamina for days, huh?”

Jude turned onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he looked down at her. “I swear, it’s gotta be you,” he said with a smirk, his fingers tracing light patterns along her thigh. “There’s no other explanation.”

She turned to look at him, already blushing before he even moved. “Jude…” But he was already leaning down, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, his voice low and teasing. “Round two’s on me.”

Reina didn’t even bother to protest. Not when he looked at her like that. Not when it felt like this.

Next Chapter

[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 2)

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau!

w.c: 4152words

Previous Chapter

The paddock was alive with energy—paparazzi flashing their cameras, fans screaming for their favorite drivers, and celebrities effortlessly weaving through the chaos. It was overwhelming, the kind of high-energy environment that could make or break a person. But Reina? She thrived in it. Sporting events always carried a unique kind of magic, and the Grand Prix was no exception. The sound of engines roaring in the distance, the scent of burning rubber, the anticipation in the air—it was intoxicating.

As she and Anna navigated toward the Mercedes guest paddock, Reina adjusted her sunglasses, letting them shield her from both the glaring sun and the relentless flashes of cameras. And then—

She collided with someone. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” she said instinctively, her hand flying up in reflex. “No problem at all,” came the smooth, amused reply. The voice was rich, deep, and undeniably British. But before she could properly take him in, she felt Anna’s hand clasp around her wrist.

“Come on, before we get mobbed,” Anna urged, pulling her forward. Still, Reina found herself glancing over her shoulder. The guy—tall, undeniably attractive, and exuding an easy confidence—was still watching her, a slight smirk playing on his lips. When their eyes met, he flashed her a slow, knowing smile.

She barely had time to process it before they were swallowed by the paddock crowd.

The first practice session flew by in a blur of engine roars, pit stop strategies, and stolen moments of nostalgia. Reina loved being trackside, but as the session wrapped up, she decided she needed a quick outfit change before lunch with her dad.

“This is cute,” she said, glancing down at her fit, “but not exactly ‘yacht lunch’ vibes.” Anna gave her a once-over before nodding. “Yeah, no, your dad would 100% give you that look.” With a sigh, Reina made her way toward the exit, slipping through the crowd with ease.

And then—

She bumped into someone again. Only this time, she nearly fell. Strong hands caught her waist, steadying her before she could embarrass herself completely. She looked up, eyes widening slightly.

Him.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. She exhaled a laugh, shaking her head. “I am so sorry—again. I swear, I’m usually very vigilant and not this clumsy.” “No problem,” he said smoothly, his hands lingering just a second longer before letting go. “It’s not every day a beautiful woman literally falls into me. Twice.”

Ah. So he was a flirt. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “That was smooth.” “I try,” he admitted with a smirk. “I’m Trent, by the way.” “Reina.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else. But Reina caught sight of the time on her phone and cursed under her breath. “Sorry, I have to go,” she said, stepping back. “See you around, Trent.” She gave him a quick wave before turning to leave.

Behind her, she barely caught his quiet, confident “Yes, you will.” And damn if that didn’t make her grin.

Lunch with her dad had been... fine. Not bad, but certainly not the intimate father-daughter moment she’d hoped for. Instead, it had been a polished display of forced smiles and polite laughter, a performance for his investors and business associates. By the time she returned to the hotel, all she wanted was a long, scalding shower and to collapse into bed with some mindless Netflix show.

She stepped towards the elevator, pressing the call button.

“Well, we meet again, Miss Reina.” She turned, arching a brow at the familiar voice. And there he was. “Trent, hey…” she greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “How are you?”

“Pretty good,” he replied smoothly, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. “Didn’t see you around the paddock for the second session. Everything good?” Reina smirked. “Oh? You were looking for me?” He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head as if caught. “Yeah… I’m not too ashamed to admit I walked up and down the paddock a few times hoping to spot you in one of the garages or lounges.”

That made her grin. “Sorry to disappoint. I was having lunch with my dad.” They stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut, enclosing them in a bubble of quiet. Trent studied her for a moment before tilting his head. “You look like you’ve had a long day.” Reina’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Is this your way of saying I look bad?”

“Never that,” he said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I was just hoping I could convince you to join me for a drink at the rooftop bar.” She exhaled, debating it for a second before shaking her head. “Tempting. But honestly? A hot shower and my bed are calling my name.” He nodded in understanding but didn’t hide his disappointment. “Maybe next time, then.” The elevator dinged, signaling her floor. As she stepped out, she looked over her shoulder. “Yeah… next time.”

Reina took a quick shower, the hot water soothing the lingering exhaustion in her muscles. But as she sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling aimlessly on her phone, she couldn’t stop thinking about Trent’s invitation. One drink won’t hurt…

Before she could overthink it, she slipped into a soft, flowy summer dress, let her curls fall naturally, and headed to the rooftop bar. She wasn’t sure if he’d still be there, but as soon as she stepped in, her eyes landed on him.

Trent stood at one side of the bar, casually chatting with a few people, a glass in hand. Almost as if sensing her, he turned, catching sight of her instantly. His lips curled into a slow, surprised smile. Reina smiled back before heading toward the bar.

“A Long Island, please,” she told the bartender as she slid onto a stool. “A Long Island, huh?” Trent’s voice came from beside her, filled with amusement. “You must’ve had a really long day.” She turned slightly, raising a brow. “You have no idea.”

“I thought you were heading to bed?” he smirked, leaning in slightly. Reina shrugged, a teasing glint in her eyes. “I was… but this really cute guy wanted me to join him for a drink, and, well—" she took a beat, watching his expression, “it just seemed like a better way to spend my Friday night than curled up in bed watching a K-drama.” His smirk deepened. “Smart choice.”

The bartender placed her drink in front of her, and Trent raised his glass. “To a good Friday night.” She clinked her glass against his, taking a sip before glancing at him over the rim. “So, what should I know about you, Trent?”

Trent grinned. “Well, I play football.” Her brows lifted. “Oh yeah? For who?”

“Liverpool.”

Reina immediately scrunched her nose, feigning disgust. “Oof.” His expression dropped into mock horror. “Oh no. What do you support?” She took another sip of her drink, holding his gaze. “Man City.” Trent clutched his chest like she’d wounded him. “Damn. And here I thought we had something special.” She burst into laughter as he picked up his drink, dramatically making it seem like he was about to leave. “This was good while it lasted,” he sighed.

Still laughing, she reached out and lightly tugged his arm. “Oh, come on.” Trent turned back, smirking. “What would it take to convince you to come over to the red side?”

“Oh, you mean Man United? I don’t know… that would take a lot.” He groaned. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh, I’m hilarious.”

Trent shook his head, chuckling. “No, seriously though—when can I invite you to one of my games?” Reina leaned back slightly, pretending to think. “Hmm. I don’t know, Mr. Alexander-Arnold. I’m a very busy woman…” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

She smirked before adding, “But for you… I think I can make the time.” At that, his grin widened.

Before he could respond, a group of his friends approached the bar. “Yo, Trent, we’re headed out.” Trent nodded. “Aight, see you guys tomorrow.” As they walked away, Reina nudged him. “I feel bad for stealing you from your friends.”

“Don’t,” he said easily. “They understand. It’s not every day a woman like you chooses to have drinks with me instead of heading to bed early. And I must say—” he raised his glass with a grin “—I’m honored.” The next few hours blurred into effortless conversation, teasing, and laughter.

And for the first time all day, Reina felt completely at ease.

Reina woke up with a pounding headache but an undeniable smile on her face. She groaned, rolling onto her back, her body protesting every movement. The night had been longer than she expected—filled with laughter, teasing, and one too many drinks.

The suite door swung open, and Anna waltzed in, looking far too energetic for Reina’s liking. “Damn, what time did you get to bed last night?” Reina winced at the sound of her voice, reaching for the aspirin and water on her nightstand. “No idea,” she admitted before popping the pill into her mouth. “I was having drinks with Trent.”

Anna paused mid-step. “Trent? That cute guy you kept bumping into yesterday?” Reina nodded, her smile growing wider. Anna scoffed. “Damn, what black magic are you using to attract all these hot British guys?”

That made Reina laugh. “I don’t know, but I can’t say I’m hating the attention.”

A couple of hours later, they arrived at the paddock, and as much as Reina tried to focus on the race weekend, she couldn’t help but scan the crowd.

Where is he?

Anna, ever observant, didn’t miss a thing. “You look like a giraffe stretching your neck like that looking for that man,” she teased. Reina gasped, shoving her lightly. “Oh, whatever. Don’t be a hater.” Anna just smirked knowingly. They spent most of the morning in the Mercedes garage, watching the third Free Practice session. But after a while, Reina’s stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten much. “I’m gonna grab a snack,” she told Anna before slipping out.

And, as if the universe had a sense of humor, she bumped into Trent. Trent steadied her with a hand on her arm, his face breaking into a teasing grin. “At this point, I think it’s fate.” Reina tilted her head, amused. “Oh yeah? You think so?”

“Definitely.” She let out a soft laugh. “Alright then, Mr. Destiny, where are you headed?” “Nowhere important. What about you?”

“Mercedes lounge. I need food.” Trent shook his head dramatically. “Bad choice. Alpine’s lounge has way better snacks.” Reina crossed her arms. “I highly doubt that, but I’m loving this confidence for you.” He smirked. “Come find out for yourself.” She hesitated. “Am I even allowed in there? I’m a Mercedes guest.” Trent leaned in slightly, voice playful. “Lucky for you, you’ve been invited by one of the owners.” Her brows shot up. “Owner? Really?”

“Very small percentage… but owner nonetheless.” Reina rolled her eyes, laughing. “Alright, fine. But if your ‘better snacks’ disappoint me, I’m never letting you live it down.” He grinned. “Deal.”

She shot Anna a quick text before following him.

Reina hadn’t expected to spend most of the afternoon in the Alpine lounge, but once she got there, time flew. She and Trent watched qualifying together, bantering about their teams, cracking jokes, and making side bets on lap times. And she had to admit—she really, really enjoyed his company. As she was getting ready to leave, Trent turned to her with that signature smirk.

“Join me for drinks again tonight?”

Reina smirked back. “Oh, you just can’t get enough of me, can you?” Trent chuckled. “I can’t deny—you’re addictive, Ms. Carter.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Stop, you’re making me blush.”

“Whatever it takes to get you to say yes.” Reina sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, I have a party tonight that I can’t get out of.” Trent exhaled, clearly disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll survive… barely.” She smiled. “But I’ll definitely see you again tomorrow for the race.” His expression softened as he ran a hand over his jaw. “Okay. See you tomorrow, then.”

As she walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Trent Alexander-Arnold might be the best unexpected part of this weekend.

Reina stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of her sleek black dress, when her phone started buzzing across the vanity table. She picked it up, seeing her dad’s name flash on the screen. “Hey, Dad,” she answered, putting him on speaker as she continued touching up her makeup. “Hey, sweetheart. Just calling to remind you—tonight’s a pretty important party. Investors, clients, the works. Dress sharp, yeah?” he said lightly, but there was an edge of expectation in his voice. Reina sighed quietly. “I’m already dressed, Dad.”

“Good, good. Also…” he paused. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Oliver Stanton. His father’s looking to invest in the company—smart kid, great family. Just... be open, yeah?” Reina blinked at her reflection, suddenly feeling suffocated by the whole thing. Set up like a business transaction? No thanks. “You know what, Dad,” she said slowly, “I’m actually not feeling that well. Think I’m gonna sit this one out.”

There was a beat of silence. “You sure? This could be important—” “Yeah, I’m sure. Tell everyone I said hi.” Without waiting for a protest, she hung up, tossing the phone onto the bed. She stared at herself for a second—done up, dressed to perfection—and realized she didn’t want to waste her night on fake smiles and forced conversations. Her mind instantly went to Trent. Grabbing her phone again, she quickly found his number and hit call. He picked up after one ring. “Reina Carter,” he said, and she could practically hear the smile in his voice. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” She laughed. “Hey… that offer for drinks still on the table?” “For you? Always.”

Reina made her way to the hotel bar, nerves tingling in her stomach.Trent was already there, leaning casually against the bar, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, somehow making casual look stupidly good. When he spotted her, his eyes widened slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Wow…” he breathed, giving her a once-over. Reina raised a brow. “Wow, good or wow, bad?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good. Very good. My ego wants to believe you got all dressed up just for me.”

She smirked, playing along. “Maybe it is for you.” Trent clutched his chest dramatically. “Damn. I’m honored.” Reina laughed, feeling the tension of the day melt off her shoulders. He guided her towards a booth towards the back of the bar to give them privacy and slide in after her. “Seriously though, you look incredible.” She smiled, a little breathless under the weight of his attention. “Thanks, Trent.”

“Anytime, Reina.”

Their drinks sat half-forgotten between them, the conversation drifting deeper as the night wore on.

Trent sipped his whiskey, eyeing her thoughtfully before asking, "So... what changed? Thought you had a big fancy party to be at tonight?" Reina hesitated for a second, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. Maybe it was the alcohol lowering her walls, or maybe it was just him, the way he actually seemed to see her.

"Honestly?" she said, voice soft. "I'm kinda sick of being my dad's show pony. Every time there's a deal to close or someone he needs to impress, it's like—boom—bring out Reina Carter, International Superstar." Trent leaned in a little, giving her his full attention. She looked down, suddenly feeling a little exposed. "Sometimes," she admitted, "I don't want to be that Reina. I just... want to be normal Reina. Go out, have fun, be around people who don't look at me like I'm a trophy." For a moment, Trent didn't say anything.

Then he exhaled slowly, a small, understanding smile tugging at his lips. "I get that," he said, voice low and sincere. "I mean, I dreamed about this my whole life—being a footballer, playing at the top level. But no one warns you about the rest of it. The cameras, the pressure, everyone suddenly wanting something from you... It’s hard to find people who actually see you." The way he said it, the way his eyes softened as he looked at her—it hit her a little too hard. Too intimate, too real.

Feeling the weight of it, Reina straightened up with a nervous laugh. "Okay, enough deep talk," she said, waving her hand as if to physically push the moment away. "You're ruining my buzz, Mr. Alexander-Arnold." Trent chuckled, the tension breaking. "Fair enough, Ms Carter. No more feelings for tonight."

They slipped back into easier conversation—flirting, teasing, laughing so much Reina’s cheeks actually hurt. At some point, she found herself leaning into him, his presence warm and steady beside her. It felt natural, too natural, and she had to remind herself where they were. The last thing she needed was to end up in a gossip column splashed across the internet. She sat back a little, clearing her throat.

After another round of drinks and feeling the pleasant buzz swimming in her veins, Reina stretched a little and said, "I think we should call it a night. It is race day tomorrow after all." Trent laughed, finishing the last sip of his drink. "Look at you being responsible." He flagged the bartender and quickly settled the bill, despite Reina's weak protest.

"Come on, I'll walk you up," he said, placing a hand lightly on her lower back as they headed to the elevators. The walk to her room was quiet but charged, the air between them thick with tension. When they reached her door, she turned to face him, her heart thumping against her ribs. "Thank you for tonight," she said, meaning it more than she could explain. "My pleasure," he murmured.

He leaned in, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Their lips met, soft at first, then deeper, hotter. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found her waist, firm and possessive. When his hand traveled lower, resting just above her ass, he pulled back slightly, their breaths mingling. "Tell me to stop," he rasped, forehead resting against hers. Her hands fisted into the fabric of his shirt. "Please don't," she whispered. With a low growl, he took the key card from her hand and quickly slid it through the lock.

The door clicked shut behind them, cutting off the world outside. In a blur of heated kisses and urgent, roaming hands, Trent backed her toward the bed, his touch hungry, almost desperate, like he couldn't get enough of her. His fingers slid under the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head with practiced ease, leaving her in nothing but a black lace set that made his throat go dry.

Her knees bumped the edge of the bed, sending her down with a soft, breathless laugh. Trent hovered over her, his eyes dark with want, drinking her in. "You just gonna look, Mr. Alexander-Arnold?" she teased, her voice low and teasing, the barest tremor betraying her own anticipation.

He smirked, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. "I'm going to do a lot more than look," he promised, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until he was left in just his briefs, the lines of his body sharp and golden in the low light. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his again, deeper this time, more certain. His hands roamed over her sides, memorizing every curve, every shiver he drew from her skin. Reina threaded her fingers through his curls, tugging gently, earning a low groan from him that rumbled against her lips.

Trent trailed kisses down her jawline, down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When his hands slipped beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly higher onto the bed, she gasped, her body arching toward his without thought. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured against her collarbone.

"Good," she whispered back, feeling heady, drunk on him, on the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second, as if he had all the time in the world to worship her properly. He made quick work of removing her bra flinging it somewhere across the room, his kissing trailing down her neck and chest once more capturing one of her nipples in his mouth as his hand played with the other. “Trent…” she moaned arching her back. “Yeah baby?” he said kissing up her chest and nibbling at her neck. “Please don’t tease” she breathed as he hands made its way down her body, slipping into her panties. “Shit baby, did I make you this wet?” he mumbled against her lips, breathing in her moan as he slid his fingers into her. He moved at a steady rhythm causing her to arc up off the bed, “Baby please” she moaned, “What do you want?” he whispered in her ear, “You”, “You have me” he said touching that spot which had her gasping, she chuckled breathlessly “don’t be that person you know what I mean”, he smiled against her skin “I do but maybe I want to hear you say it” she tugs at his hair pulling him back enough to see the not too pleased expression on her face, he chuckles “okay okay since you asked so nicely”. He pulls off the small black lacy number tossing it somewhere behind him as he positions himself above her. “You sure?” he asks looking deep in her eyes seeking that essential confirmation, “We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t” she jokes, “Yes or no baby?” he says seriously, “Yes” she breaths, back arching as he finally sinks into her.

“Fuck, you feel incredible-” he says as he starts moving, letting her slowly adjust to the feel of him in her. “- you good baby?” he asks thrusting into her creating a steady rhythm, “Yes, fuck Trent don’t stop” she moans, nails digging into his back as he brings her leg up wrapping it around his waist allowing him to go deeper. “Shit baby you’re so tight, its like this pussy was made for me huh?” he groans in her ear picking up the pace. She couldn’t speak only thing coming out her mouth was moans and heavy breaths as he fucked her like it was the only thing that mattered. She felt herself clenching around him, orgasm soon approaching “fuck, you gonna cum for me baby?” he asked kissing and sucking on her neck, “Yes God, please don’t stop, she came screaming his name and he continued bringing her through her high, “you know I’m not done with you yet right?” he said pulling out and flipping her over onto her stomach, he pulled her up by the waist forming a deep arch in her back as her chest remained on the bed, “fuck me…”he murmured as he thrust back into her, “working on it” she said in between moans as she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts “you’re unreal I swear” he says, one hand pulling her up from her neck into a sloppy kiss as his other ventures down to play with her clit, she felt that familiar sensation again, feeling herself clench around him as he continued fucking her. He broke away from the kiss “you gonna cum for me again baby?” “Yes, fuck-” “Shit, I’m almost there” he said relentlessly thrusting into her, every thrust hitting that spot making her vision go blurry”. “Oh fuck!” she screamed cumming again body clenching around him, he groaned following after he, hips stuttering as he buries himself deeper into her cumming hard, holding her as her body shakes from the highs its in.

“Well… fuck, Trent,” Reina said breathlessly as she collapsed onto the bed, limbs boneless and body buzzing. Trent laughed, still a little winded himself. “What can I say? I aim to please.” He pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder, then her lips, pulling her effortlessly into his arms. “And please me, you did,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice low and satisfied.

She rested her head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Trent’s fingers traced lazy circles on her back, and before long, with tangled legs and flushed skin, they drifted off to sleep — wrapped up in each other like they didn’t want the night to end.

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Her Private Affairs (Chapter 1)

Reina Carter is living the dream — platinum-selling recording artist, fashion icon, and the face of every major campaign worth knowing. But behind the private jets and flashing cameras, she’s just a woman craving something real.

When a campaign shoot in Madrid introduces her to football superstar Jude Bellingham — charming, young, and impossible not to fall for — she doesn’t expect sparks. And she definitely doesn’t expect to run into Trent Alexander-Arnold a week later — steady, magnetic, and everything she didn’t know she needed.

Caught between two worlds, two hearts, and two versions of herself… Reina tries to keep her growing feelings a secret. From them. From the press. Even from herself. But how long can she live a double life before the truth demands to be chosen?

She knows she can’t have both. But what if she doesn’t have to choose?

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 2591words

Reina Carter gazed out the window of her private jet, watching as the endless stretch of the Atlantic shimmered beneath the afternoon sun. The horizon blurred where the sky met the sea, an infinite expanse that made her feel both untouchable and trapped. The low hum of the engines was a familiar lullaby, a constant companion on her never-ending flight schedule. Another city. Another obligation. Another round of smiling when she barely had the energy to keep her eyes open.

Across from her, Anna—her ever-efficient assistant—perched on the edge of her seat, tablet in hand and ready to dictate the next chapter of her chaotic itinerary. “Alright, here’s the rundown,” Anna began, scrolling through a long list of appointments. “Studio call time is 8 a.m. for the Adidas campaign shoot. After that, we fly to London for three days to meet with producers for your next album. Then it’s off to Monaco for the Grand Prix.”

Reina let out a slow breath and sank deeper into the plush leather seat, exhaustion settling into her bones like lead. The last few months had been nothing but flashing lights, deafening arenas, and back-to-back flights. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a full eight hours of sleep.

“And when, exactly, am I supposed to rest?” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Anna shot her a sympathetic look but shrugged. “Unfortunately, this is the price you pay for being you. But hey, Monaco could be fun. Consider that your break.”

Reina lifted a skeptical brow. “How is that a break? I’m only going because my dad wants to show me off like some trophy. ‘Look at my famous daughter, isn’t she impressive?’” She tucked her legs beneath her, curling into the warmth of her seat. Anna smirked. “Not everyone gets to be the daughter of a self-made multi-millionaire who just so happens to sponsor one of the biggest F1 teams. Enjoy the perks while you can.”

“I’ll try,” Reina muttered, unconvinced.

A beat passed before a thought struck her. She lifted her head slightly. “Oh, by the way, did they finally confirm who I’m shooting the Adidas campaign with?” Anna’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you—it’s Jude Bellingham”. “The Real Madrid player?” “The one and only” Reina tilted her head, the name vaguely remembering someone mentioning he was getting signed by Adidas “Right…so he’s the new ambassador”

“Exactly,” Anna said, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “And it makes perfect sense. You’re a chart-topping artist, fresh off one of the biggest tours of the decade. He’s their new star athlete. Fans are going to eat this up.”

Reina hummed, unconvinced but amused. “If you say so.”

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Reina sat in the makeup chair, fingers curled around a steaming cup of green tea with lemon, eyes barely open as the stylists worked their magic. It was far too early for human interaction, but here she was, trying to function before her first sip of caffeine.

She heard the studio door swing open, followed by a deep, smooth voice. “Morning, everyone. Sorry I’m late.” Her eyes flickered to the time on her phone. 8:10 AM. Late? Barely. She’d been here for twenty minutes already, always preferring to arrive ahead of schedule.

There was a round of greetings, the energy in the room shifting slightly as the new arrival made his way through. She caught his reflection in the mirror before he even reached her—a tall, lean figure with easy confidence, brown curls still slightly damp, and a smile that could probably talk its way out of a speeding ticket. Then, suddenly, he was next to her.

“Hey,” he exhaled, like he hadn’t quite expected her to be sitting there. “I’m Jude.” His accent was smooth, a perfect blend of Birmingham and Madrid, and something about the way he said it made her lips twitch into a smile. “Hey, Jude.” She drew out his name slightly, amused when she saw the flicker of recognition in his expression—he’d probably heard a hundred Beatles references in his lifetime. “I’m Reina.”

His gaze dropped to her outstretched hand, but before he could take it, she gestured vaguely to the hairstylist pinning up the last of her curls. “I’d normally give you a hug, but…” She tilted her head slightly. “Bit occupied at the moment.” Jude chuckled, warm and low. “Fair enough.” Instead, he extended his own hand, and she shifted just enough to shake it. His grip was firm but easy, and she swore she felt his thumb graze her palm just a little longer than necessary.

By the time he settled into the chair across from her, she allowed herself a quick, shameless once-over. Tall. Handsome. Great smile. A bit of that effortless athlete charm.

And young. Reina, stop. She took a sip of her tea, almost as if the heat could burn the thought out of her mind. He’s 21. You’re 27. You’re too old for him. But then, their eyes met again in the mirror, and he smirked—like he could hear her thoughts.

The set was all sleek lighting and minimalist backdrops, Adidas logos scattered strategically. The concept was simple: high-energy, effortless chemistry, capturing two of the brand’s biggest stars in motion. Which meant a lot of close shots.

“Alright, Jude, stand behind Reina,” the photographer instructed. “Hand on her shoulder—yeah, just like that. Now lean in a little. Look like you’re sharing a secret.” Jude’s breath was warm against her ear. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to be whispering.” Reina fought a smile, angling her face slightly toward his. “Just pretend you’re telling me something scandalous.”

He hummed, considering. Then, just as the camera clicked, he murmured, “What if I just told you you’ve got the best-smelling perfume I’ve ever come across?” Reina bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. “Smooth.” “That wasn’t even my best line.”

“Oh? Well now you have my curiosity”

The shoot continued with more playful setups—standing back-to-back, facing off like rivals, and a final shot where Jude had to pull her into a spin, his arm firm around her waist. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she murmured, her hands braced against his chest. Jude grinned. “And you’re not?” Her silence was answer enough.

By the time they wrapped, Reina was grateful to be out of the Adidas gear and back in her own comfy clothes. As she gathered her things, she caught Jude watching her from a few feet away, an almost contemplative look on his face. “So,” he started, strolling over with his hands in his pockets. “How long are you in Madrid?” She exhaled, rolling out her shoulders. “Technically? Leaving tonight. Flying to London for a recording session.” Something flickered in his gaze—subtle, but noticeable. A hesitation. Reina raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. “Unless, of course… I had a compelling reason to push my flight to tomorrow morning.”

Jude’s lips parted slightly before curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Can I take you out to dinner?” She let the question hang between them for a second longer than necessary, just enough to make him wait. “To celebrate a successful ad campaign, of course.” He added with a smirk. Reina chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah. Sure. For the ad campaign.”

But They both knew that wasn’t the reason.

Reina stepped into the restaurant, heels clicking against the sleek marble floors as she scanned the intimate setting. Low lighting, candlelit tables, and soft music humming in the background—it was giving date energy, and that alone had her questioning what the hell she was doing here. Then, she spotted him.

Jude was already seated at a table near the back, scrolling through his phone with a relaxed posture, one hand lazily drumming against the table. The moment he looked up and caught sight of her, a slow grin spread across his face.

“Fashionably late?” he teased as he pulled the seat open for her. Reina smirked, removing her coat. “Or just making an entrance.” Jude let out a small chuckle, eyes flicking over her in silent appreciation. “Yeah, well… you definitely did that.”

The waiter arrived, and after ordering drinks, the conversation flowed easily, their natural back-and-forth making it impossible to ignore their chemistry.

Halfway through, Jude leaned back in his chair, resting his elbow on the table. “I never got to tell you earlier, but I actually like your music.” Reina raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘What it is’ is on my playlist.” She blinked, genuinely surprised. “That’s an old one.” Jude shrugged. “Good music’s good music.” Reina laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, I’ll take that. But since we’re confessing things, I should probably tell you… you play for one of my favorite teams.” Jude’s eyes lit up. “No way.”

She bit her lip, debating whether to mess with him, then sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but now that I’ve said it out loud, I feel like I just fed your ego.” He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “You definitely did. And now, you have to come to a game.”

Reina hesitated, twirling her fork between her fingers. Jude noticed. “What?” She exhaled, shifting in her seat. “Jude… what is this?” He paused for a second before tilting his head. “Straight to the point, huh?”

She nodded. Jude ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Alright, fine. Cards on the table? I think you’re beautiful. And funny. And I couldn’t resist asking you out to dinner because I’d really like to get to know you more.” Reina stared at him, heart skipping a beat at the honesty in his voice. She fought the warmth creeping up her neck and sighed. “You know there’s a bit of an age gap, right?” Jude’s expression didn’t even flicker. “You say that like it matters.” “It does.”

“Not to me.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “It only matters if you let it.” She didn’t have an immediate response to that. And, judging by the look in his eyes, he knew it.

Jude insisted on walking her back to her hotel, his hand resting on the small of her back as they stepped into the elevator. The air between them had shifted—something unspoken, something heavier, something neither of them was willing to name just yet.

When they reached her door, she turned to him, suddenly feeling the weight of the night. “Thanks for dinner,” she murmured. Jude took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming in the best way. “Anytime.”

A moment stretched between them. And then—

He kissed her. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was slow, intentional, like he was savoring the taste of her lips. His hands found her waist, pulling her just close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body against hers.

Reina’s breath hitched, fingers instinctively gripping his jacket.

Jesus.

She hadn’t expected a single kiss to knock the air out of her lungs, but here she was, practically clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

Somehow, she found the strength to pull away before they got carried away. Jude’s forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her lips. “Text me when you get to London, yeah?” he murmured. Reina swallowed, still catching her breath. “Yeah… okay.”

She barely remembered pushing open the door and stepping inside, but as soon as she did, she leaned back against it, pressing a hand to her chest.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She never dated younger guys. Ever.

She usually went for men older than her, guys who had already established themselves, who weren’t still in their early twenties figuring things out.

And yet…Jude was making her heart flutter just a bit.

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The early morning Monaco sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Reina’s suite, casting a warm glow over the plush bedding. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a distant hum, a reminder of just how far she was from the chaos of touring. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she reached for her phone instinctively and saw the notification waiting for her.

Jude Bellingham:

Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well. Monaco treating you good?

A slow, unbidden smile spread across her face. It was embarrassing, really—the way a simple text had her grinning like a teenager with a crush. And that was the problem.

They had been texting all week while she was in London. A constant stream of messages, late-night banter, and playful flirting. At first, it had been harmless. But then, somewhere between the “Good morning” texts and the deep conversations about their careers and dreams, she realized something dangerous—

She liked him. Like, actually liked him. And when she caught herself in the studio, penning lyrics that sounded suspiciously like a love song with him in mind? Yeah. That was a red flag.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the suite door opening. Anna strolled in, expertly maneuvering a breakfast cart like she owned the place. “I don’t care how many times we’ve been here—this city, country, whatever—it’s beautiful. I think I’m gonna move here.” Reina smirked, stretching as she sat up. “Is this your notice of resignation?”

“Oh, definitely,” Anna replied dramatically, pouring them both some tea. “I’m moving here, gonna marry an F1 driver or one of these other rich millionaires, and live the glamorous, stress-free life I deserve.” Reina chuckled, squeezing some lemon juice into her tea. “You make it sound like I stress you out.”

“You do. Every single day.” Anna took a sip of her tea before sighing. “But I love you, and that’s why I stay.” Reina was about to respond when her phone buzzed again. Another message from Jude.

This time, she didn’t even try to hide her smile as she typed out a quick reply. Anna, however, was not about to let it slide.

“Well, well, well,” she teased, eyes twinkling. “Miss I’ll never date a younger guy out here blushing and shit.” Reina scoffed, setting her phone down. “In my defense, Jude and I aren’t dating. We’re just… talking.” Anna raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Right. And I just talk to the universe about manifesting my rich Monaco husband.” Reina rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped.

“Okay, how does our day look?” she asked, changing the subject.

Anna pulled up her iPad. “You’re pretty much free to do as you please most of the day. One of your dad’s PAs dropped off our paddock passes, so we can go watch the Free Practice sessions.” Reina perked up slightly at that. “However,” Anna continued, “your dad has also requested you join him on his yacht for lunch.”

Reina exhaled, already mentally preparing herself for the press, the photographers, the constant scrutiny that came with the Monaco Grand Prix. She loved the sport—F1 and football were the only two she ever really cared for. They were what bonded her and her father from the time she was young.

But their relationship wasn’t the same anymore. In recent years, with his company growing and her career skyrocketing, they had drifted. It wasn’t a bad relationship, per se, but it wasn’t the same as it once was. Still, she’d go. Because despite everything, she still wanted that bond with him. And maybe—just maybe—today would remind them both of the love they still had for the sport. And for each other.

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Carrying On (Jay Park Mafia AU)

Summary: Its been said that in times of tragedy new relationships emerge and become stronger, when tragedy strikes we seek connection it is in our nature.  How does the loss of their father affect the relationship between Jay and his adopted sister, Amara. Does it strengthen it? Or does it reveal things which were once hidden?

AN:  This is the first story I’ve ever posted, constructive criticism is always welcome

Fifty-one.... fifty-two…. fifty-three…. fifty-four…. fifty-five… damn this is really not working. Why do they always make it seem like counting sheep helps you fall asleep? I checked the clock again- 12:05am. Sighing, I rolled over to the cooler side of my bed and let my mind wonder to the last 2 weeks, the worst 2 weeks of my life as far as I can remember. My adopted father and leader of the most powerful mafia clan in South Korea had passed away, leaving his only son Jae-beom (aka Jay) in charge of his empire.

I don’t remember too much from my childhood before I was adopted but from the snippets I do remember and what I’ve been told, it wasn’t good. I was found by Jay’s father going through garbage outside one of the restaurants the family owns at the age of 10, having been abandoned by my mother for being a mixed-race baby, I guess she couldn’t deal with having a half black half Korean child any longer. According Jay’s father I reminded him of the daughter he had lost a couple years prior when she and her mother (his wife/Jay’s mother) had falling ill and both passed away. In the back of my head I always felt like some sort of ‘replacement child’ for the daughter he had lost, even though he never made me feel like it, even Jay made me feel like his little sister even though it took a bit of time for him to get use to me as he was 16years old when I was “brought into the family” but over time we became very close, even naming me his co-right hand along with his best friend Simon. And of course he always took his role as the protective big brother a little too seriously with some of my boyfriends throughout high school and varsity. They would break up with me after a few weeks with either a broken nose or blackened eye.

I sighed and rolled over one more time before giving up and getting out of bed to make a cup of tea or something stronger to help me fall asleep. I threw a long silk robe over my sleep chemise to conserve some decency just in case one of the guards was roaming around. As I walked down the hall, I noticed Jay’s bedroom door slightly open with the light inside shining through. After softly knocked I pushed the door to find him sitting on the couch facing the fireplace with the coffee table filled with presumably work papers, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asked without turning around, his full attention on the fire before him. “Shouldn’t you?” I rebutted as I grabbed the empty whiskey glass in his hand, walked over to the mini bar in his room to get him a refill and me a glass of his strongest whiskey on the rocks. He was still wearing the black slacks and black dress shirt he wore earlier in the day with the tie thrown somewhere in the room and his top two buttons undone.

“Seems we both can’t fall asleep huh” he said, as I handed him his glass. He mumbled a soft thanks as I sat down next to him. “Seems like” I replied leaning into his shoulder and staring into the flames with him. For some time, nothing could be heard but the fire crackling and the occasional clinking of ice against glass as we took sips of our drinks. “So, what happens now?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. He sighed, running his hand over his face. “In a few days, we meet with the heads of the families underneath us to continue business as usual” he answered, gulped down the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the side table as to not jolt me from his shoulder. “Can’t believe he’s gone” I whispered.

“Neither can I” he responded, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the couch. Jay had been prepped to be the leader of the family organisation since he turned 13 and now at the age of 32, he was more than ready to take over and I had no doubt he would do great things in this position but the fact of our father’s passing was still heavy in our hearts. I gulped down the rest of my drink as well and placed my glass on coffee table. I stretched out my back and neck, unconsciously pushing my chest out against the silk of my robe. Long gone were the days of the scrawny little girl who first joined the family; I had grown into a woman with curves in all the right places, soft caramel skin which glowed under the light of the fire. From the corner of my eye, I notice Jay intensely watching me, not being able to decipher the look like I usually would be able to I pushed it aside.

“Can I have a hug?” I asked, giving him my best puppy dog eyes and pout. He chuckled while getting up and opening his arms up for me. I quickly jumped into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck before he could change his mind. He wrapped his arms around my waist a bit lower than they usually would be. For some reason this hug felt different from every other hug we’ve shared, but still felt warm, safe and like home. “I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you” he suddenly confessed into my hair as he placed a soft kiss on the crown of my head, I looked up to find his dark brown eyes staring into mine. “And I will never leave your side” I replied, my statement making him smile. I don’t know what took over me but I suddenly found myself leaning up to kiss him. He didn’t respond at first but after a few seconds I felt his lips move against mine. This kiss was so much better than any I had ever experienced before. His lips were soft but firm, he tasted of the whiskey we had been drinking and a hint of something else, something uniquely him, he took full control of the kiss holding onto my waist a little tighter. Suddenly I felt like a bucket of cold water fell on me when I felt his tongue brushing against my lips and I came to my senses. I shouldn’t have kissed Jay… he was practically my older brother. I quickly ended the kiss, pushing myself away from him and loosening his grip on my waist in the process. “I’m sorry” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes, trying to get past him and back to my room and to hide under my covers from the embarrassment. “Amara wait” he said, calling me by my birth name instead of the name I was given when I came into the family. He was the only one who called me Amara as he knew I preferred that name a little bit more than my given name. He quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his embrace before I could even take 5 steps away from him. I couldn’t bare to look into his face because of the embarrassment. “That kiss wasn’t a mistake” he said softly. I looked up at him, surprised. “I’ve always felt more for you than any normal brother would or even should, I guess that’s why I have always been so protective over you. At first I thought it was because you had such a tough time growing up and I wanted to protect you from that and this hectic mafia life you had been brought into, but as we grew older I knew it was much more than that. That’s why I could never stand seeing you with those idiots you used to date, especially that piece of shit Bobby” he said. Bobby was the guy I had dated in my senior year of high school but he had broken up with me right after prom after I had given him my virginity, stating that the only reason he was with me was to sleep with the “Park Princess”. I remember crying for a week but after that he mysteriously went missing and his family left town not long after. I had always assumed he had left with his family.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I’m never letting you go” he declared, looking deep into my eyes before pulling me back into a slightly rough passionate kiss. Deep down I knew I felt the same way about him. I even had a full blown crush on Jay between the ages of 16-18 but after that I quickly pushed it aside thinking it was not only one sided but wrong as he was supposed to be my brother. I briefly thought back to my past boyfriends and realised they all had either personality or physical similarities to Jay but in my mind and heart they would never amount to him. I felt him walk backwards towards the couch without breaking our passionate embrace. He broke our kiss to sit down and signalled for me to straddle him. Before I did I untied the knot I had done on my robe, letting the soft silk fall off my skin, revealing the deep red chemise I was wearing underneath. “Fuck” I heard him whisper as I straddled his lap and continued kissing him, his hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer into him which cause my barely covered pussy to brush up against the quickly growing bulge in his pants, this action causing us both to groan into each other’s mouths.

His lips left mine and started trailing down my neck, finding that sweet spot that made me grind into him just a little harder. My fingers made quick work unbuttoning his shirt and slowly ran down his strong chest lightly brushing over his nipples, this action causing him to groan and dig his fingers- which had moved from my waist to my ass- deeper into my soft but firm flesh. His lips quickly returned to mine as his hands started trailing up, dragging my chemise with them. We briefly separated so he could pull the material over my head before returning to the kiss. “Hold on tight” he muttered, as he got up without breaking our kiss, my legs wrapped securely around his waist. He softly placed me onto his bed as he broke apart from my lips to remove the rest of his shirt. “Fuck you’re perfect” he groaned, his voice laced with lust. “Those fuckers didn’t deserve you” he muttered as he returned to kissing my neck, this time also grabbing onto my boobs and playing with my nipple with his one hand whilst the other trailed down the side of my body and returned to my legs around his waist, I felt nothing but him at that moment, the soft heated touch of his hands running down my body, the smell of his rich expensive cologne, his soft lips on my nipple driving me crazy. At that moment all my thoughts were consumed by him. “Have you ever wondered what happened to that piece of shit Bobby” he said looking into my eyes with a dark look I had only seen a handful of times. “I killed him” he said, now kissing and sucking my left nipples whilst his right hand continued to play with the other.  “What!” pulling his hair causing him to look up at me, “Not only did he have the audacity to touch what’s mine, but he hurt you as well…he had to pay for that” he declared kissing me once again. As dark and twisted as it seems, his confession turned me on even more.

His kisses left my lips once again as he kissed my body further and further down. His fingers made quick work of the cute thong I had been wearing, tearing it off my body “Hey! That was one of my favourites” I complained before moaning as his fingers brushed up against my clit, “I’ll buy you a million more, get you whatever you want and I’ll do whatever you want” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Well right now, I want you to stop teasing and eat me out” I said grabbing onto his hair, pushing him down towards where I needed him most, “Your wish is my command, my Queen” he said seductively before attaching his lips to my clit. Him calling me his Queen and the feeling of his thick fingers entering me as he sucked my clit made me cum instantly. “Jay!” I screamed his name as I experienced a high like never before. As I came down from it, he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean whilst looking me dead in the eye. “You taste so good babygirl I could be down there forever” he said. I quickly sat up and pushed him back and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips sent my body into overdrive as I quickly unbuckled his pants. He chuckled at the rushed movements and pushed me back as he got up to remove his pants.

 As he did this, I got a full proper look at his body; firm, muscular, covered in tattoos and all mine. I truly was the luckiest girl in the world at that moment. As he pulled down his briefs, I got my first proper look at him, he was long, thick and veiny. His tip was an angry red colour dripping beads of pre-cum. He’s gorgeous, I thought. I reached out to feel him, barely able to wrap my hand around him. He felt hot and heavy in my hand. I slowly started to stroke him, and he let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard causing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark with lust and passion. “Baby, you better stop if you don’t want this to end too early” he groaned, taking my hand away from him and leaning into another kiss. He laid me down and once again started kissing my neck. At the back of my mind I wondered if it would hurt; Jay was definitely much more blessed than any other man I had been with.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll go slow” he said positioning himself between my legs as if reading my mind.

“At first” I replied with a sexy smirk on my face as I grabbed him and pumped him a few times before lining him up with my entrance.  “I love you” he said as he slowly entered me. He felt so big that it kind of hurt but I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure outweighed the pain. “Fuck baby, I love you too” I moaned as he finally bottomed out. “Shit baby you feel so good” he groaned as he started moving at a slow and steady pace. I grabbed his face and pulled him down into another kiss, missing the feel of his lips on me. In this moment I felt complete I knew that we were meant to be, I knew that he was fully mine and as I his. “Fuck baby harder” I moaned as he moved one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. He granted my wish as he started moving faster and harder, hitting a spot in me that made my brain go all fuzzy. I became a moaning mess underneath him as he did what he pleased with my body. “Shit baby, I’m so close” I groaned against his lips. At that moment he pulled out of me and before I could protest he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up into a perfectly arched position, he quickly re-entered me, now feeling even deeper than he was before. The sounds that were coming out my mouth didn’t sound like me but at that moment in time I didn’t care because all my body and mind were focused on Jay and the pleasure he was giving me. My mind briefly drifted, the thought of him impregnating me at the moment and how beautiful our baby would be warming me up even more. This thought quickly got pushed aside as I felt him grab my hair and pull me up till my back met his chest. “Fuck baby you feel so good and so fucken tight” he groaned into my ear as I turned my head to kiss him. “I want to feel you cum on me” he groaned as his fingers attached themselves to my clit sending me into the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. My walls tightened so much around him that he came not a second later. He continued pumping into me, drawing out our highs as much as possible. “Fuck” he sighed in content. “I’m never going to get enough of you” he said pulling me into another kiss.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” I said clenching my inner walls around his still hard member. He groaned, flipping us over till I was on top of him with his dick deep inside me.

“No, not a bad thing at all” he smirked as I slowly started moving, “You’re mine forever” he said, sitting up and kissing me once again. We continued to make love until the sun slowly started peaking through the curtains. “I love you” he whispered into my hair as I lay in his arms, “And I love you” I replied as I turned my head to give him one last kiss before we fell asleep.

At the back of our minds, we both knew we would probably face a lot of heat and probably negative attention if our relationship was to be exposed with most saying it’s wrong. However, I knew that no matter what Jay would never leave me nor I him.

The End