jealousy, jealousy • trent alexander arnold
summary: trent and the reader run into her ex boyfriend, and jealousy consumes him.
age: 18+, there is smut in this so if you’re not 18 and above ciao!
authors note: this is my first official smut so please do not judge!!!
you didn’t know how you managed to find yourself in this awkward position.
trent’s body pressed up against your back as he held you tightly in his arms, annoyance radiating off him which he failed to hide. your ex stood in front of you both with a smug smirk making its way onto his face as a dangerous glint flashed across in his eyes - trent was only seconds away from smacking it off.
“i think it’s time for you to leave, michael,” you said with a firm tone, glaring at the joke of a man who stood in front of you.
michael was the worst boyfriend you could have ever asked for. he cheated on you with your, now ex, best friend, and his only excuse for it was that you weren’t giving him enough attention. which, by the way, was complete bullshit because you always gave him your full attention, he just always pushed you away. not to mention he treat you horrible. i mean, last time you checked, slapping your girlfriend wasn’t exactly the right way to treat the woman you loved.
you were a strong woman, but the words and hits you received from michael were even stronger.
trent was the one who helped you when you turned up to his house, crying your eyes out because your boyfriend had slapped you for the tenth time that week. trent was the one who patched up all of your scars and kissed your bruises better, praying that there wouldn’t be any more next time he checked. trent was the one who was there for you all along, patiently waiting for you to snap back to reality and finally realise it.
and once you did, you never regretted it.
the both of you hadn’t heard from michael for a little over a year, the last time you did he tried to drug you and drag you to his bed. thankfully, andy was there to see it and he immediately grabbed the attention of virgil and gomez who escorted michael out of the club.
when trent found out about this, he went mental. it was no wonder why michael hasn’t made any move to return until now. truth is, he was scared of what trent would do once he found out someone laid a finger on his girl.
this is why michael knew he couldn’t do anything to you physically. heck, the entire liverpool squad was glaring at him from their positions around the room. he didn’t dare turn around to be face with virgil and alisson’s glares. plus, now that nunez was apart of the team, and understood everything fabio told him from the corner of the room, he too was now glaring at michael.
although, this didn’t exactly mean michael couldn’t get to you both mentally.
“why should i leave?” he asked in shock. “i haven’t done anything,” he winked, his eyes momentarily glancing down to your shown cleavage.
you noticed this and buried yourself in trent’s arms further, his arms immediately covering your chest. your eyes widened once you noticed his angered demeanour from behind you, and you just hoped michael wouldn’t do anything to trigger this.
“not yet,” trent mumbled, jaw clenched.
“you know me too well, trentski,” michael joked, using the nickname andy gave trent years ago.
andy heard michael using his nickname and turned around so fast you were positive he gave himself whiplash.
“okay.” trent’s dry response made you chuckle, but you immediately shut up once michael directed his attention back towards you.
“say, do you reckon he knows me better than how i know you?” asked michael. you paused. where was he going with this? “i don’t think he does. i don’t even think he knows you better than how i know you…” he pondered in thought.
your breath ran short as you widened your eyes. you knew where this was going, and you knew michael was only doing it to piss off trent.
“mate, what are you waffling about?” trent laughed, his arms growing tighter around you. he took notice of your tense state and furrowed his eyebrows.
“is she as good in bed as she was with me?”
you looked down towards the ground. you felt dirty, disgusted, used. you knew michael only wanted to gain a reaction out of trent, and yet whilst doing so he was damaging you in the process. what he was about to say made you look like the most pathetic woman on earth. truth to be told, you certainly felt like her right now.
trent stilled. “you what?”
michael noticed trent’s overprotective side starting to come out, yet he didn’t stop. “does she listen to you in bed like how she listened to me? does she ride you for your forgiveness? does she suck you off at an event because she thought you were mad at her?-”
“michael,” you warned, your chest tight as you tried to forget the horrific memories he was replaying for you. moreover, you were trying to stop the sickening images from forming in trent’s head.
“does she like to be handcuffed and teased until she can’t take it anymore? does she like to be spanked like how she did with me? does she get turned on from getting slapped? because i know she did with me-”
you could feel the fury radiating off of trent, the idea that another man had you before he did fuelled him with rage. knowing that another man only wanted you for sex and was now bragging about it like you enjoyed these things made him furious; trent knew you didn’t. you told trent ages ago about all the shit michael made you do in bed because it turned him on, but it did the opposite to you.
trent didn’t care about what michael was saying, he knew about it all. the only thing he cared about was the grin on michael’s face as he thought about how he used to fuck you.
jealousy was something familiar to trent due to the amount of boys that tended to flirt with you; yet he doesn’t think he’s ever gotten as angry before until this exact moment.
“oh! and do tell me: does she beg to be fucked after finding out you fucked her best friend?”
and there it was. just thinking about it made you feel disgusted. you didn’t even care that michael had just come back from fucking your best friend because all you’ve ever wanted was to be loved.
so you begged him to fuck you like how he used to - like all those months before, back when he used to loved you: before he started hitting you, before he started verbally assaulting you, and long before he started cheating on you.
even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t care in the moment, your boyfriend didn’t love you anymore, and that thought alone terrified you.
“best night of my life having her beg for me,” michael said, winking at you. “wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
that was trent’s final straw.
he pushed you out of the way and reached forwards to land a hard punch on michael’s face. you widened your eyes as michael’s head snapped to the side, a laugh escaping his throat before he too launched forwards to fight trent.
furthermore, this caused the rest of michael’s friends to try and gang up on trent. big mistake.
you ran away from the bar as the wags welcomed you with opened arms, hugging you tightly and asking about what happened whilst the boys all argued behind you.
trent was pulled away from landing another punch on michael by jordan. the rest of the team saw this and ran over, holding trent back as milner demanded to know what had been said.
trent explained through clenched teeth what michael had said, causing the squad to snap their attention towards michael with menacing glares. harvey and fabio - who were holding trent back - whistled in shock and immediately let go, giving trent the go sign to continue with his fight.
“get out,” alisson stated, placing his arm in front of virgil to stop the man from breaking michael’s jaw.
michael rolled his eyes. just as he was about to say something else he noticed the countless glares he received from the liverpool squad. wisely, michael decided he didn’t want to die today. and so, whilst throwing one last wink in your direction, he and his friends made their way out of the club.
“you okay?” gakpo asked, patting his friend on the shoulder as trent shook him off and walked away.
“someone’s mad,” mumbled gomez.
“and rightfully so,” andy answered. “what a fucking dickhead.”
the wags continued to fuss over you, especially after the wink michael threw towards you when he left. it was pointless to tell them you were fine, because you weren’t. you were disgusted, and you knew michael had got to trent.
the discussion you were having with the girls was silenced once they saw trent rushing over.
“we’re going home. now,” trent latched onto your arm, hurdling you to your feet as he manoeuvred your way through the club. his tense demeanour caused you to sigh in annoyance, not wanting to have a fight after the night you’ve just had.
“babe, you can’t seriously be mad at me-”
“we’ll talk when we get home,” he insisted, his harsh voice initiating that the decision was final. and you found yourself not wanting to argue with him any further.
and so you were quiet the whole way home. the car drive was awkward, any time you turned to him his jaw was clenched and his mind was spinning. you knew trent well enough to know he was replaying everything michael had said in his head, and you hoped he wouldn’t take his jealousy out on you.
walking into your home, the door was slammed shut behind you. you decided that trent can approach you on your own, so you instead decided to walk to your bedroom so you can start getting ready for bed.
trent followed your every move, his eyes not daring to leave your figure as you stood in front of him. he was fuming, sure. he wasn’t one for dealing with his emotions appropriately, so he felt like what he was about to do was the only way he could deal with his undying jealousy.
trent walked up behind you, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. his fingers carefully trailed up your thighs, over your hips, and up your spine, so he could move your hair out of his way.
your breath hitched slightly as you fumbled to take your bracelets off, but you didn’t say a word. trent slowly leant down and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. you bit your bottom lip so you didn’t make a sound as trent continued to kiss up your neck. the grip he had on your waist tightened as he pulled you towards him, your back landing against his defined chest.
“trent?” you whispered breathlessly. trent hummed in response, swiftly turning you around until your back hit the bedroom wall.
he slowly brought his hand up, his fingers caressing your cheek until they landed on your plumped lips. trent licked his bottom lip, the memories from earlier that night returning to his head as his jaw clenched. his eyes looked at you up and down, glancing a little longer at the cleavage shown on your chest.
eyes stared directly into each other, your lips parted perfectly as trent continued to run his thumb along your bottom lip.
without warning trent slammed his lips onto yours, not being able to stay away from you much longer. he longed for you, your lips, your body, your skin against his. he was needy, he wanted you right then and there. trent needed to know that you were his, and his only.
trent swiped his tongue against your soft lips, almost begging for entrance. you obeyed instantly, peeling open your lips just enough to give trent leverage to sneak his tongue inside.
his right arm wrapped around your throat - tightly - as the other stayed on your waist. you snaked your arms around the brunettes shoulders, your fingers getting tangled in his dreads.
the kiss felt like it lasted forever. your mouths moved together in-sync perfectly, his teeth lightly bit onto your bottom lip, your breaths mixing between your mouths.
breathless on what had just happened, you both pulled away.
your lips still tingled from the feeling of trent’s wet ones pressed right against them. you sighed in content, already missing the desire you had in that surreal moment only seconds ago.
"what was that?" you panted, and rested your head against the wall, trent’s arm still remaining loosely around your throat.
trent stared at you with a dangerous look in his eyes as he grinded his teeth together. “your mine.”
you knew it. of course this was about michael, what else would this be about?
“of course i am,” you nodded. “y-you just shocked me, that’s all.”
"want me to stop, love?" trent asked, his tongue running over his bottom lip as a cocky smirk plastered onto his face.
you shook your head. "no,” you whined, letting trent hear the exact word he needed.
trent chuckled at the desperation, connecting your lips once again. only this time it was much harsher now that he has your consent. he walked backwards towards his bed before slamming you down against it. he hands travelled over your chest and back towards your neck.
you thought you was dreaming. you gave yourself a minute to process what was happening before you placed your hands on either side of his face and flipped you both over so you lay on top instead.
your knees rested by either side of his hips, grinding down as he moaned into your mouth. you could feel his broad shoulders underneath his top that showed his muscular arms slowly travelling up the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
trent has never felt more alive in his life than right now - he could feel the excitement ascend up his body. he‘s been thinking of this moment all night, claiming you as his and fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.
he pulled you closer, his hand slowly travelled down your body to rest at your hip bones. you let out a gasp when trent sat up and began to leave a trail of hickeys down your neck and collarbone.
flipping you over once again, trent swooped down and reconnected your lips, fighting for dominance in the heated kiss. he found himself grinding against you, his arms resting on either side of your head as you both moaned into each others mouths.
you put up no fight, and lazily smirked when you felt trent place a trail of kisses along your jaw. you let out a small moan, his arm was bound to leave a bruise around your neck tomorrow morning.
not that either of you minded.
trent smirked down at you underneath him, he felt you groan from the loss of his lips, yet he made no effort to resume your make-out. instead, he opted with just grinding slowly against you, stopping his movements completely as you let out a strained whimper.
you groaned. "what are you doing?" you demanded, hating the way trent teased you.
trent smirked again, his hot breath fanned over your face as he leaned forwards - lips brushing against each other. he put a teasing kiss at the corner of your lips, another frustrating sound left your mouth once trent sat back up.
“maybe michael was right,” you stated, too sexually frustrated to care about what was even coming out of your mouth. trent paused his movements, edging you to continue. “maybe he did fuck me better than you do, at least he gave me what i wante-”
you were silenced by the feeling of trent’s lips pressing against your own - harsh.
any signs showing that he was going to hold back vanished after your words. he was angry. angry at himself and angry at you for even suggesting such nonsense.
he threw his t-shirt off and fumbled with the buttons of his trousers as he shrugged them off, being left in only his boxers. he lifted your dress up and pulled your panties down, causing you to whimper as the cold air hit your core.
“what was that?” he asked, pressing multiple kisses down your body until he reached the place you needed him most. you whined desperately and held onto his hair. “he fucks you better than i do?”
“n-no,” your shook your head, moaning as he placed multiple kisses on the inside of your thighs. “i-i was joking.”
“jokes are supposed to be funny, love,” he laughed mockingly, halting his kisses to run his finger over your aching core instead, his breath hitched as he held himself back from eating you out. “pussy’s so wet. this all for me?”
you nodded and threw your head back as his fingers continued to run up and down your folds. “yes! all for you! no one else! i’m sorry! i’m only yours!”
you didn’t get time to respond before trent’s tongue immediately made contact with your leaking core. it felt amazing, he hasn’t touched you there for ages and so your mind was running wild. you let out a loud moan and gripped onto his hair, your toes curling as he continued to abuse your pussy.
“trent!” you yelled as he placed two fingers inside of you, your thighs wrapping around his head as he let out a moan against your body. you were so close, he knew you were. he could feel your body shaking as you let out the dirtiest of whimpers. but, just as you were about to finish, he pulled away.
trent licked his lips and leaned towards your ear, he let his clothed erection grind against your wet pussy and chuckled as you whined again. “i want you to cum when i’m inside you, can you do that for me, baby?”
your chest moved up quickly and down as you nodded. “yes. please trent, i’m begging. do something. i’m so fucking close.”
“i know, baby, i know,” trent said, taking his boxers off. “gonna show you exactly who you belong to, how does that sound? huh? who does this pretty pussy belong to?”
you moaned as he rubbed his dick against your wet folds. he knew you were on the pill, so he made no move for any condoms. and there was no need for lube considering how wet you were - his tongue really was magic.
“you! it- i belong to you!”
finally, after a long night of teasing and longing, his dick pushed past your folds. usually, he would give time to adjust to his size. however, tonight was very different. he was still angry about the comments made earlier, he was still upset with you for even suggesting that michael fucked you better than he did.
trent knew you could take it, you always did.
so, as you whined pathetically underneath him and begged him to do something, he moved his hips in such a fast motion it had you gasping for air.
“oh- trent!” you whined. you could hear the slick sounds as he moved in and out of you, the filthy noise only causing you to whine harder.
“shit!” trent cursed as your walls tightened around him, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer if you continued.
whimpers and groans fell from both of your lips as he continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. he pressed a soft kiss against your neck, something that made you smile in content through the pleasure of him stretching you out completely.
“that’s it, gonna make you cum. gonna cum so deep inside of yo-” his sentence was shortened as he let out a deep moan and a cold shudder, only seconds away from tipping over the edge.
you felt your release coming and you knew you’d only be allowed to come with his permission. “trent!” you whined. “i’m gonna cum!”
“cum with me baby, cmon, i know you can do it,” he insisted. those words alone drove you over the edge completely. you let out a loud moan as you finished all over his dick, whimpering as you felt him spill inside of you.
the both of you each gave yourself a few seconds to recover. he pressed delicate kisses along your body, whispering how good you were for him. you played with his dreads, calming him down as you savoured the moment of after-care together.
“trent,” you said after a few moments. he looked up at you with his doe-eyes, waiting for you to continue. “i’m sorry for what i said about michael fucking me better than you do. it’s not true! it was in the heat of the moment. i didn’t mean it. i’m so sor-”
trent cut you off by pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. “don’t worry, i know.”
you kissed him back and pulled away with a smile. “i love you. and remember, i’m only ever yours, okay? i know how his words got to you.”
“i love you too,” trent said, rubbing circles along your palms to calm him down. “i know his words shouldn’t have got to me, he only wanted a reaction and i gave him that. i’m so-”
“don’t apologise, you had every right to be mad,” you placed a kiss on his temple. “cmon, let’s go and get washed up.”
“can we watch a film after,” he asked, following you into the bathroom. you smiled. you and trent always enjoyed watching a film before bed. it was a routine you’ve had for a few months now.
“can we rewatch tangled again?”
is it too late for round two?
