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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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A bit too real - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Can you write a fic where the reader and taa are having sex and his BEREAL notification goes off? (as requested by @princessbetsy123-blog)

Warning: a bit smut at the beginning but just that

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

“Oh Trent” You moaned as he was busy kissing your thighs. While his eyes were fixed on you, his fingers moved your mint green slip to the side to savour your wetness.

His skilled lips against your most sensistive spot was what you needed to unwind, after a long and stressful week. To have him all for you, his body and mind. You tilted your head back in pleasure as he would use his hand to keep your thighs open for him to have a better angle to taste you.

An even louder moan filled the room.

Your heels pressing against his back, his tongue trying to reach for the spot that would make you see stars.

No one could spoil that perfect, blissful time...except for his phone that started buzzing with the notification tone, calling his attention.

“Oh my god Trent, really?” You asked quite annoyed with him leaving what he was doing to go and check his phone.

“Shit” He hissed looking at the screen.

“What’s wrong?”

Trent giggled and showed you the BeReal notification that was asking him to post a picture of what he was doing in that moment.

“You won’t” You sounded quite threatening in the attempt to warn him.

“Why not? It’s private after all…”

You widened your eyes in shock and blushed violently: was he really thinking about posting a picture of you two having sex?? Seriously??

“No Trent, you won’t post this”

He smirked, giving you a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. He loved seeing you getting all shy and flustered from embarrassment, that was you being your truest self and he loved it.

“I’m serious”

He ignored your protest and snapped a photo of you, in your knickers only, your hair covering your breast together with a selfie of him pulling a funny face.

“Look”

Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing while you weren’t amused by all of that in the slightest.

“Delete that thing now”

Of course Trent didn’t have the faintest idea of exposing you two like that, given also the fact that he had always been rather private about your relationship, so he just took it to tease you, he wanted to delete it and put the phone away but he didn’t realise he pressed the wrong button…

“Where were we?” He smirked, taking his position back between your thighs.

Damn, he was irresistible.

You smirked back at him and tried to relax under his touch, guiding his head back against your aching core.

Later that night, after having taken a hot shower, as Trent was busy cooking dinner for the two of you , you decided to relax a little scrolling through your phone but it turned out to be the least relaxing thing you could have done as an unknown number of notifications, alluding to an x-rated photo of you, appeared on your screen.

What were they referring to? Trent didn’t post that pic, he just took it and then deleted it…did some paparazzi hack your phone??

Trent seemed so calm at the stove, carelessly humming. You walked towards him as you needed to ask him what was happening.

“Trent…why are they all talking about some pictures of us?”

“It must be something caught by the paps” He answered absentmindedly while stirring what was boiling in the pot. “Where did you see it?”

“On my phone. I have like dozens of notifications asking or making jokes about this alleged photos but I don’t know what they’re talking about…it can’t be the BeReal one since you didn’t post it”

Those words triggered something in the Liverpool player’s head: he widened his eyes in shock and left what he was doing in a hurry to go and check his own phone. He was soon welcomed with the same unknown number of notifications, all about this supposed picture.

The only thing he could do was open the app, hoping his suspects were wrong but when he found that pic of the two of you in bed he snapped as a joke posted on his profile, he couldn’t do anything but curse himself.

Apart from all the comments, there were also some screenshots that had been taken…how could he be so clueless to have pressed the wrong button and posted it instead of deleting it?

“Erm…Y/N I -”

“TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD YOU POSTED THAT PIC!!” You screamed, looking at his phone screen in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to, I just -” He was trying to delete it while you were reporting it as sensitive content. “Did you just report it??”

“Yes, what did you expect me to do?? Oh god” You facepalmed yourself as you were already pondering the idea of not leaving the house ever again.

“Calm down baby. I’m so sorry, I should have ignored that stupid notification"

Needless to say you were panicking, the images of people talking about you on the web and those hideous titles on the tabloids vivid in your mind…it was too much to take. You felt like throwing up.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Not really…"

Trent huffed, mentally cursing himself, as he sat next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I've been an idiot, a complete idiot, but nothing bad will happen. I give you my word"

The unmistakable sincerity of his words made you raise your gaze to look him straight in the eyes.

You would've gone through fire for him as he always made sure to have your back so you should have trusted him that time too, he would have done everything in his power to protect you.

You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I love you"

"I love you too, drama queen" He giggled, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"I wouldn't have been a drama queen if you had paid attention to what you posted" You rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed.

"You're always a drama queen, don't blame it on me now"

Far be it from you to bring any more drama in that situation but your nose started smelling something burning.

"What's this burning smell?"

"What - OH FUCK" The meal Trent was preparing was long forgotten on the stove as the BeReal thing was your priority at the moment, so you had now another thing to worry about: your burnt dinner.

He jogged over to the kitchen as he was found with that unpleasant surprise.

You loved him so much you swore he looked like the most adorable puppy ever, with his big brown eyes now misty with disappointment and his lower lip stretched out in a pout. A smile spontaneously formed on your lips, as you hugged him from behind. Your head was resting against his back before you lifted it to place a loving kiss behind his neck.

"No dinner tonight I guess"

“Come on, I’m waiting for some joke about me being the worst boyfriend ever or something like that” He muttered, alluding to the snarky remarks you would usually make.

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever but at least you took a pic where I had my latest lingerie set on” Your joke made him giggle as he lovingly squeezed your hands wrapped around his middle.

Burnt food and a sexy scandal, what else could you have asked for for a perfect night in?

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lfc21 · 1 year

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Rating your boyfriend throughout the day

TW: Fluff

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: You and Trent rarely had a day spent with just one another but finally today was the day and you knew that rating his every action would make it just perfect.

It was once in a blue moon in which Trent had a day off with just yourself and him. As this was the case you knew today would be the perfect day to participate in another silly yet cute Tik Tok trend. You knew how much Trent secretly loved you making all of these stupid videos and letting the whole world know about your relationship. You couldn't help but have the urge to do the rate-the-day challenge.

1/10 stole all of the bed covers and wouldn't give them back.

The clip presented you and Trent in the early hours of the morning with your cold body and Trent sleeping softly with the soft warm covers wrapped all around his body. This wasn't the first time he had completely ignored your protests just because he was comfy and snug all to himself.

6/10 Helped me make breakfast even though he was still half asleep

Trent had his head in the cruck of your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist whilst you poured the contents of the cereal box into the two bowls in front of you. The camera was perfectly in front of you both capturing Trent's sleepy eyes and your constant giggles at him.

3/10 screamed the words to one kiss by Dua Lipa whilst in the shower

You filmed the bathroom door which had the noise of Trent's awful singing bouncing off every object. He often thought he was Elvis Presley in the shower but from the sound of his singing you would never off guess. The video was also filled with your loud and constant giggles from behind the camera.

"100/10" Held the door open for me

You filmed Trent standing with his back against your front door whilst ushering you out first. You made sure to get his gentleman-like actions into the video as you knew how much your fans would love it and how much his teammates would tease him for it.

2/10 Had to walk on my own because instead of walking he runs

you showed the camera Trent walking miles ahead of you with your two French bulldogs whilst you were far behind. As the clip went on Trent stood to a side and held his hand out for you causing you to run towards his open embrace.

1000/10 cuddled me and finally watched keeping up with the Kardashians (He secretly loves it)

The clip showed you and Trent in bed as you rested your head on his large chest and showed Trent's wide eyes and concentrated look on the tv in front of him. You could see Trent's hand running through your long hair and his warmth creating the most perfect comforting blanket upon you.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This was so so so much fun to write for the Tik Tok prompt list ❤️ I really hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 have a good day 😆 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Heyy can I request something soft and calm with Trent when u have a very bad day so he tries to make you happy to stay home with you on a rainy and cold day🥹

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Trent Alexander-Arnol x Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I don't watch Liverpool so I wasn't too sure of Trent's personality, but I did my best as always! I also tweaked your request a bit so I hope you do not mind ((: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, Ive finished 4/7 request that I currently have and will schedule them to be posted throughout the week so be on the look out for your request c: <33 ♥

The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as you sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and a dimly lit lamp. The rain is pouring down outside, pattering against the windowpane like an incessant drumbeat. You've been studying for hours, but the information just doesn't seem to be sticking. You read a page of notes, and it seems like the words are just jumbled letters on a page. You try to remember the names of the bones in the human body, but they all blur together in your mind. You continue to review the information, trying different study techniques like creating flashcards, drawing diagrams, and taking practice quizzes. But the more you try, the more frustrated and stressed you become. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting. You got this you got this, you think to yourself. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as the realization sets in that you might not be ready for this exam. You try to reassure yourself that you've studied as much as you can, but the fear of failure creeps in. As you delve into your notes, lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second before disappearing just as quickly. The flicker of light startles you for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure and return to your studies. As the morning goes on, you become more and more exhausted, both mentally and physically. You're running out of time, and the pressure is building. You want to cry, scream, or just give up. But you know that you can't afford to do any of those things. You have to push through and keep studying, even if it feels like it's all for nothing.You began studying at six in the morning, and it is now three o'clock. Since you are studying for your current class, Anatomy and Physiology, Trent has not bothered you because he understands how important it is for you to be by yourself so you can concentrate. After all, majoring in Sports medicine is not the easiest thing in the world.

Trent yells, "Babe," and lifts his fist to knock. After a little wait, there was no response. He knocks once more, this time slightly louder, but there is still no answer. When he gently opens the door, he sees you seated in the desk chair with papers all over the place and your head down against the textbook.

You do not hear Trent as you are too lost in your mind so feeling his hand touch your shoulder causes you to jump up and quickly turn your head. Just by the way you are looking at him he could tell something was wrong. You are always beaming with light, Trent would say if someone asked him to describe you, your smile could light up the whole room. Your eyes are always so lovingly that each time you would look into his eyes, it would cause his heart to tug. But right now, you have a slight frown on your face and your eyes are droopy. You look up into his eyes as he stares down at you, analyzing. You see he is wearing a black tracksuit and has his futebol bag in his hand, “Oh you came in to tell me you are heading out for practice? Have fun,” you give him a small smile as if you are feeling okay, and of course Trent does not buy it. When it is raining, or in this case thunderstorming, they usually practice inside so it is no surprise that he still is about to head out. You are about to turn around, but then hear him speak, “Did you eat yet?” You shake your head no, “I haven't had time…. Or should I say I don't feel the need to?” “Didn't you say the exam is on Friday?,” he questions, causing you to nod your head. Today is Monday, but of course anatomy is not something you can just study at the last minute in hopes to pass the test. He stares at you for a few minutes, before dropping his bag and grabbing your hand. “Come on, you've been studying all morning and it is draining you.” As he grabs your hand to pull you out of your seat you begin to protest,”But Trent I-” “You will be fine. You studied today, and you can continue to study more tomorrow. But, Don't try to study all day because that's when your brain goes into overdrive… Plus I don't think the thunderstorm is helping you right now,” and as if on cue- a loud roar of thunder can be heard. You sigh, nodding your head, giving in. He smiles as he takes you out of the study room, bringing you into the living room and notions for you to sit down on the couch. He picks up the remote from the coffee table, handing it to you, “Pick out a movie for us to watch and I will be right back.” You are about to question where he is going, but he is already quickly leaving the room. You bite your bottom lip, exhaling a deep sigh as you mentally give in and try to destress yourself. You begin to flip through Netflix to try and find a movie for you two to watch.

Meanwhile, Trent stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, trying to decide what to make for you since you more than likely have not eaten yet. He knew he wanted to make something fulfilling, yet light on the stomach. He scanned the shelves, looking for inspiration. He saw some fresh vegetables, a carton of eggs, and some cheese. He decided to make you a vegetable omelet, as he knew you loved them.He quickly chopped up some onions, peppers, and mushrooms, and sautéed them in a pan. Then he whisked some eggs in a bowl, added a splash of milk, and poured them into the pan. As the omelet started to set, he sprinkled some cheese on top and folded it over. He plated the omelet, along with a side of fresh fruit and some toast. He also poured a glass of orange juice, knowing it was your favorite.Trent carries the breakfast to the living room, where he sees you sitting on the couch, looking stressed and tired. He presents you with the plate, and a warm smile.

"Here you go, my love," he said. "I made you a vegetable omelet, just the way you like it." The aroma from the food fills your nostrils, instantly making your stomach grumble to remind you just how hungry you unconsciously are. You smile as you grab the plate from him, thanking him, and instantly grab the fork to begin to eat. Trent sits down beside you, watching you intently as you savor each bite of your meal. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, from the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders to the way your eyes sparkled in the light. As you take another bite, Trent's mind begins to wander. He thought about all the times you two had spent together, laughing, talking, and just being with each other. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl in his life. Lost in his daydream, Trent didn't even notice when you finished your meal and looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Trent blinks, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing," he replies sheepishly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as his smile never leaves his face,allowing his dimple to peek through, "I was just admiring how beautiful you are.". "Oh hush you are soooooo cheesy!,” You laugh, shaking your head, “Thank you for the food baby," you say, leaning to give him a quick kiss. Trent feels his heart swell with love for you as he pecks your lips. As you browse Netflix once more, you lean against his side and put your arm around his. "Let's watch Scary movie 2," you suggest. Trent releases his arm from your grasp and wraps it around you so that your head can rest on his chest as you continue to speak, "It's dumb but it's funny." Trent leans his head against yours as you click on the movie. He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, love.” He tells you to wait a second before stepping away from you once more just as you are about to start the movie. He then stands up and walks through the hallway. A short while later, he returns, with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, saying, "Alright, I'm ready now."

When the movie is over, you decide to just have a "movie day" and keep binge-watching films.

Now halfway through the second movie, you and Trent are cuddled up on the couch wrapped in the cozy blanket he brought prior . The TV's quiet hum and the pelting rain on the windows from the storm that is forecast to last all day were the only sounds coming from the living room. As a result of feeling so calm and at ease in Trent's arms, you start to feel quite exhausted. He watches as you snuggle closer to him,your head resting on his chest, and he feels a wave of tenderness wash over him. He knows school has been stressing you out lately, with exams and assignments piling up, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, soothing you as you closed your eyes and relaxed. Trent feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He wants to be there for you, to support you in every way possible, and to make sure you know how much you mean to him. As he looks down at you, he knows that he is willing to do anything to make you happy. He begins to think about all the little things he could do to make you feel better in times like this - make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, send flowers to your university to surprise you, etc. He knew that these small gestures could make a big difference and help you feel loved and supported during this stressful time. He hugs you tightly as you snuggle even closer. He knows that he will always be there for you, no matter what. He vowed to himself the day he asked you out that he will take care of you, to support your dreams, and to be your partner in everything you both do. And as he looks down at your angelic sleeping state, he feels grateful for every moment you two have shared and looks forward to a future filled with love, laughter, and cuddles on the couch.

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mokwkhaltk · 1 year

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Omg pls write for robertson ily

anything for you my darling. I love you toooooo

First Sight 🥨

Hiiiii how is YOU doing hope you're actually doing well. So hii il happy you're here so I took this video as inspiration may I say??

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I don’t know just deal with me

So the “she” is a member of the crew enjoy your reading

As she was fixing his helmet and the camera and helping him out with it He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He’s been touched before by many people-girls- in shootings fixing his clothes fixing his face but her touch was different she made him feel like he was drowning, the more he looked into the depth of her brown eyes as it pulled him deeper and deeper, and from some reason, he was okay with it he didn’t want to come up for air, it felt right.

“ Can you speak into the mic so we’ll know if it's working?” she said with the prettiest smile on her face, a smile that felt like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room he was starstruck

“ Can you hear me ?” confusion on her face

“What” ? he said

“Perfect” she giggled

Trent gave him a confused look “You alright mate”- “Yeah..yeah I'm fine”

And action

They started filming the video

In the corner of the room, she was sat now, lost in her own thoughts, thinking of how close to him she had been earlier it was hard for her trying not to freak out while she could feel his eyes on her scanning her, how could someone look so effortlessly beautiful with chocolate brown eyes and blond hair, his bread looks cute she thought a loud laugh brought her back to reality well reality isn’t bad after all she was in the same room as him with him laughing louder than she ever heard him his laughter could be heard throughout the building but she could complain no one could he looked happy and that made her happy.

He was so funny and his laugh was contagious, she tried to suppress her giggling, but she couldn’t and ended up bursting into loud laughter that he noticed and turned his head her way their eyes locked they gazed into each other's eyes for a quick sec that felt like an eternity for them he then gave her a soft and gentle smile full of kindness and empathy, maybe after all she had a chance with him. It actually made his heart leap when he’ve seen her laugh

They went on with the video and kept on with the challenge, he will From time to time spear her a glance his incredible laughter now melody to her ears it was pure vibes it felt nice seeing this fun side of him he seemed free and comfortable

Now that they have finished it was time to take his helmet off,

“Alright, now I’ll take this thing off your head”

“Im Andy,” he said while extending his hand.

Chuckling she took his hand and shook it

‘I know’ it's all that she said with a smirk on her face living him hanging in the air in anticipation.

She then proceeded to take his helmet off, he felt hs-is cheeks flush red as her soft little fingers brushed over his face.

Her face was solemn and focused on what she was doing, she didn’t seem to notice when he was studying her rosy lips and how she was biting on them as a sign of concentration, her curled brown hair and the way her eyelashes catch the light she was too close and he was breathing in her scent the smell of her encasing him in a feeling of comfort and tenderness.

Then she does notice, he was looking at her and she was looking back at him and it felt strange, for both of them and he was smiling as he did before as though they were sharing a secret, she was the first to look away as she felt her face grew hot.

She picked her material up and was making her way out of the room.

Trent nudged his arm “Aren’t you gonna do something about it?”

Do what, what are you even talking about?”

Oh cmon ask her out or something everyone saw the way you looked at each other”

-what if she says no

-just GO

He followed behind her and grabbed her hand but in a gentle way

She felt his warm fingers closing just above her wrist sending electricity all over her body pulling her back gently

“I'm sorry about that,” he said quickly as he took his hand back.

She nodded with a smile“It's alright”.

They stood there in silence and looked into each other's eyes there are so many things unsaid between them until finally, he decided to speak “Would you like to go out sometime for coffee or if you don’t like it we can get teal or a hot chocolate maybe or we-”

“Okay,” she said chuckling lightly “ we can swap numbers if you’d like to”

He was too shocked to hear her say that he pulled his phone faster than he could ever do and let her type her number in it.

“ gotta go now I guess I’ll see you later ?” she asked

“Definitely” he responded with a grin on his face

She waved him and Trent goodbye laughing softly to herself as she left the room.

Trent puts his arms around Robbo’s shoulder “I guess love, at first sight, is a real thing huh?”

hiiii loves thank you for giving me of your precious time and reading this I love each one of you don't forget to press the little heart as an "I was here sign" I actually love you so much and I'm sending you virtual hugs cyaa

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futbolfanficpunk · 1 year

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Morning tease

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Word count: 490+ Summary: You wake up first on Kostas' day to cook breakfast but you decide to show some love and tease him a bit before you get on with your day Warnings: Sexy fluff, Sexual innuendos

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The rays of light were starting to come through the curtains and hit your face. You could feel the slight warmth of the morning sun on your face. You turn around to face the body that is lying next to you. There he is, your dear Kostas, sleeping unbothered by the light or your movements on the bed. He looks serene, the messy waves that are his hair resting on his pillow, eyes shut, one hand under the pillow. You look at him and smile, he looks so cute. You want to leave kisses all over his face but are afraid of waking him up. You decide to give him just small kisses, so, you push yourself up to be seated and sneak two small kisses on his cheek. He moves a bit and smiles with his eyes closed. “Do that again” he says in a whisper, not opening his eyes nor moving much You don’t say a word but this time your kisses have purpose and are not so gentle, you give him big smacks on his cheeks, chin and one final one on his lips. “Good morning, my love” you say With his free hand he caresses your back, and after drawing a few circles on your back he pulls you into him. He finally opens his eyes, he says “Hello, agápi meu.” he pushes his lips gently against yours “How did I get so lucky? To have this pretty girl wake me up with kisses?” he asks while cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumb. “I should ask the same, pretty girl” you say and release a small chuckle. He laughs with you and responds “You’re such a clown” You put your whole body on top of him and hug him. “I’m lucky too, you know,” you say while leaving a trace of open mouth kisses on his shoulder and his neck “I get to hang out with the sexiest Greek in town”, you give his nipple a quick lick. “Y/N” he says in a breathy voice “you’re playing with fire” “Am I?” you ask while moving to the side to get off of his body while your hand moves down his torso “You know I love a morning shag” he replies “I know, Kos” you move your hand to the bump his semi hard-on has made on his boxers to caress it momentarily “ but I need to have breakfast.” You kiss him on his cheek and get out of bed. “My god, Y/N! You are such a tease!” he says while he sits in bed “I’m going teach you a lesson later, you bad girl” You turn to him before going into the bathroom and say “I’m betting on it.” You smile and continue saying “Now, get up, I’m hungry and it’s your turn to cook breakfast” Kostas smiles and shakes his head “Fine, but after breakfast, it’s your turn to do what I want” You blow him a kiss and go into the bathroom.

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egyptiankingg · 1 year

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Where Alisson has a stressing day and Virgil tries to calm him down

ALISSON AND VIRGIL

"Keeper of Calm: How Virgil van Dijk Helped Alisson Becker Find Peace on the Pitch"

summary: says in the ask

thanks sm for your request btww!!<3

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Alisson Becker had just finished a grueling training session with Liverpool FC, and he was feeling exhausted. It had been a long day, filled with intense drills and high-pressure situations. As he walked off the pitch, he could feel his muscles aching and his mind racing. He knew he needed to relax, but he was struggling to let go of the stress of the day.

As he made his way to the locker room, he saw his teammate Virgil van Dijk waiting for him. Virgil was always a calming presence for Alisson. The two of them had formed a strong bond on the pitch, and they often relied on each other for support both on and off the field.

"Hey, Alisson," Virgil said with a smile. "Tough session today, huh?"

Alisson nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he saw his friend's friendly face. "Yeah, it was pretty intense. I'm just feeling a bit drained."

Virgil put a comforting arm around Alisson's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. You did great out there. You're one of the best keepers in the world, and you know it."

Alisson smiled weakly. "Thanks, man. I just feel like I could have done better."

Virgil shook his head. "No way, Alisson. You were amazing. You made some incredible saves today. I was impressed, and I know the rest of the team was too."

Alisson felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. It was always nice to hear compliments from his teammates, but coming from Virgil, it meant even more. He knew that Virgil was one of the most respected players on the team, and his opinion carried a lot of weight.

"Thanks, Virgil," Alisson said, feeling a bit more relaxed now. "I guess I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed today. It's been a long week."

Virgil nodded understandingly. "I get it. We all have those days. But you know what helps me when I'm feeling stressed?"

"What's that?" Alisson asked, curious.

"Taking a break," Virgil said with a smile. "Come on, let's go grab a coffee or something. We can sit down and chat for a bit. I promise it'll help you feel better."

Alisson smiled gratefully at his friend. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks, Virgil. You always know how to make me feel better."

The two of them headed out of the locker room and made their way to a nearby coffee shop. As they walked, Virgil chatted about his own day and some of the things that had been on his mind. Alisson listened, feeling grateful for the distraction.

When they arrived at the coffee shop, they ordered their drinks and found a quiet corner to sit in. As they sipped their coffee, Virgil continued to talk, but now he also made an effort to listen to Alisson's thoughts and feelings.

Alisson found himself opening up to Virgil, telling him about some of the things that had been stressing him out lately. He talked about the pressure he felt to perform well on the pitch, and the weight of his responsibilities as a father and husband off the field. Virgil listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support.

"You know, Alisson," Virgil said after a while. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. We all have our moments of doubt and fear. But what's important is that we don't let those feelings consume us. We need to find ways to manage our stress and take care of ourselves."

Alisson nodded, feeling grateful for Virgil's wisdom. "You're right. I need to find ways to relax and recharge, so I can come back to the pitch feeling refreshed and focused."

Virgil smiled. "Exactly. And if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, you know I'm here for you. We're a team, on and off the pitch."

Alisson nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude and camaraderie wash over him. He knew that he was lucky to have such a supportive teammate and friend in Virgil.

As they finished their coffee and headed back to the training facility, Alisson felt a sense of calm and peace that he hadn't felt all day. He knew that he still had a lot of work to do, but he also knew that he could handle it, with Virgil by his side.

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eatsleepbreathefutbol · 2 years

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Virgil dating somebody younger than him who’s dad is a head coach maybe xx

Growing up you were a huge soccer fan, and the fact that your dad was a soccer coach made the sport more fun since you would get to go watch games!

You being the daughter of daughter of Jürgen Klopp meant you moved around everytime your dad accepted the head coach positions! You are 24 and you had a degree in the sports industry, so you decided to move from Manchester to Liverpool with your dad to try and find a job at Liverpool FC.

You’re dad helped you get a job, and he said the one thing that he would be opposed to was if you were dating one of the players on his team. You had told him to not worry because you weren’t looking to date anyone anytime soon, but little did he know was that the tall Dutch player who always has his hair in a ponytail is wrapped around your finger.

You were sitting in the bleachers watching the players practice. You had caught Virgil’s attention so he walked over to you, and you gave him the don’t give us away look “Stop giving me that look Y/N” you rolled your eyes and reached out your hand for him to grab, without remembering your dad was on the pitch and was watching the interaction the entire time. Virgil of course grabs your hand, and kisses it “Virgil why are you doing that my dad is going to see and he’s going to catch us, more like catch me in the lie of me not being open to dating just to cover our asses” Virgil was laughing, “Well for all we know he could think we’re just really close friends, because we didn’t make out and besides everyone on the team knows we’re together except Klopp…babe also he’s going to find out sooner or later” You looked at him and nodded your head, “fine well get your butt back on the field because I’m not going to get yelled at for distracting you” Virgil laughed and went back to the field. Little did you know Jürgen had his head full of thoughts trying to figure out what you two were because you never bring Virgil up.

All the players went to the locker rooms, and you had walked to the cafeteria. You didn’t notice your dad followed you there. “Hey Y/N so I was wondering what’s that phrase your generation uses? Oh yeah what’s up?” You looked at him puzzled, “The cieling” you say laughing and Klopp looks at you making it visible that he was getting frustrated. “No Y/F/N Y/M/N Klopp, I’m being serious this isn’t a joke. I meant what’s up with you? Like any new relationships? Any guy interest, let’s say like Virgil Van Dijk?” You choked on your water so you started coughing and clutching your chest while trying to catch some air, you look at your dad and he’s grinning which made you scared a little “What did you middle name me for dad? Is it a big deal if I’m dating Virgil? He’s the first guy that has made me feel happy, I don’t care if he’s older than me because he loves me and cares for me unlike the dumbasses I’ve dated in the past who have taken my love for granted and have stepped all over it!” At that point the team was at the door getting ready to get food, when they all heard you going off on your dad. “Dad don’t get me wrong I love you so much, but I’m old enough to be able to choose who I get to date and love and I’m sorry that it’s one of the players on your team but you’re going to have to deal with it”

The room was quiet, so you got up from your chair and walked out of the cafeteria and ran to your office to cool off before anyone said anything. Ten minutes later you hear a knock on your door, and you think it’s your dad “geh weg papa ich bin nicht in der stimmung einen vortrag von dir zu ertragen oder die geschichte zu hören, wie du und mama sich zum millionsten mal verliebt haben” (German for go away dad i'm not in the mood to take a lecture from you or hear the story of how you and mom fell in love for the millionth time) but the door proceeded to open “Jürgen I said-” Virgil walked into your office “I honestly don’t know what you said but I came to bring you food and see if I can join you here to eat with you”. To say the least your heart melted, you bite your lip and nod your head…five minutes later you hear a knock at the door and you snapped your head in the direction immediately, and notice it was your dad.

“I’m not in the mood Jürgen” Your dad rolled his eyes knowing you inherited his stubbornness. “Ich lieb Y/F/N Klopp and you should know that but you dating one of my players should’ve been a warning I should’ve gotten atleast if you had a bit of respect for me, I’m not against this relationship” he points his finger at Virgil, “but I swear if you hurt my little girl I will hurt you and maybe might even bench you for the season am I clear?” Both you and Virgil started laughing, you got up and gave your dad a bare hug “Ich liebe dich so sehr papa vergiss das nicht” (I love you so much dad don't forget that) and when you guys are done hugging you see Virgil standing by you, and your dad reached out his hand to Virgil and they both bro hugged each other. You were happier than ever now that your secret was finally out!

Anon I’m so sorry it took me a whole year to write this but I hope you like it :)

*Also my inbox are open for any imagines anyone would like to request, I am trying to stay as active as possible on here 🫶*

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lfc-fanfiction · 1 year

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Day Off- Trent Alexander-Arnold

You stirred as the sun broke through the curtains in your room, and as you roll over you see Trent laid next to you, still asleep. You begin to get up out of bed before his arm wraps around you and pulls you back down into the bed. "Don't know where you think you're going." he says, voice raspy with sleep. "I was gonna go and get some work done." You try to wiggle out of his arm but his grip is too strong.

"Well I was thinking, instead of you getting your work done we could just spend some time together today and chill." You have been meaning to spend some more time with Trent for weeks, but there was so much to do today. As if reading your mind, "I'll help you get your work done after training tomorrow." You sighed before reluctantly agreeing.

After you had both gotten dressed, you begun making pancakes. Trent was stirring the eggs, milk and pancake mix together as you cut strawberries and bananas. "Do you need some help with that Trent?" you ask him after finishing cutting the fruit. He nods gratefully, and as you approach he steps out of the way. As he did so you dipped your finger into the mixture and smear it onto his nose.

He gasps overdramatically, "How could you?" He picks up a handful of the leftover pancake mix and throws it towards you, fortunately you manage to dodge the bulk of the powder and are only caught up in the dust. You reach for the fruit you cut earlier and throw a handful where you think Trent is. You guess it hits him as you hear him groan. You are looking for something else to throw as you feel an egg crack on the back of your leg.

"This is why we are never having pancakes again." Trent says for the 100th time since you started clearing up the mess from your impromptu food fight. "Worth it though, well apart from the fact we don't have any breakfast now." The cleaning is eventually finished and you decide to order a McDonalds breakfast to eat whilst watching Jumanji.

You spend the rest of the day messing around and watching films before you both went back to sleep.

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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You're mine and mine only - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Hi could you write a Trent Smut where he gets jealous of his teammates and fucks y/n hard to let her know who she belongs to, sth like angry sex

Warning: smut with some foul language, kinda long (I’m more of a fluffy sex girl but I tried my best 💗)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

Trent was kind of a jealous boyfriend, not in a toxic way but let's say he didn't like when someone got way too close to you than what he thought was acceptable. Especially when this someone was one of his teammates.

That someone was Mason Mount who was there exchanging some funny jokes with you, therefore making you laugh. It looked like you were really enjoying his company and Trent was fuming, his stare fixed on you in a frown.

"That was good, wasn't it, Trent?" Jordan asked his younger teammate, carrying on with whatever they were talking about.

"Mhh yeah" He lost the focus and therefore the interest in keeping up with that conversation as he was busy glaring at his national teammate.

"What's up mate?" Marcus asked him, seeing as he stopped listening to them and tried to follow where his stare was falling on and having a little laugh when he realised what was happening.

"Ohh someone's getting jealous" He mocked him, Jordan and Jude doing the same soon after.

"Shut up" Trent was getting quite nervous and that was such a funny sight for the other players who were with him.

"Come on dude, that's okay, they're just talking"

"Uhh she just touched his arm!" Jude squealed, earning a glare from Jordan that silently admonished him.

"They're having a nice chat, that's all"

Trent stopped talking and turned to his friends with a fake smile "If you'll excuse me I have to go now"

"Don't be silly, Trent" Jordan tried to talk some sense into him but with no success at all.

The Liverpool player got up and got closer to you, who were standing a few metres away from him.

He was a quite introverted guy so in your relationship the closest thing to pda people could see was him holding your hand at best so when in that moment you felt him hugging you from behind, his hands placed on your hips and his lips kissing your jaw you couldn't help but blurt your eyes out.

"What are you doing?" Your tone was quite sursprised.

"Mason was just showing me pics of his nieces, they're adorable!"

The Chelsea player was embarrassed and clearly in distress, scratching the back of his head as Trent succeded in making him feel like he was thridwheeling.

"I think we should go now" Trent whispered in your ear. He pressed his body closer to yours making you gasp when you felt his hard bulge.

"It was nice talking to you Y/N, see you"

"Bye…Trent, what's wrong with you?? I was just talking!" You protested, aware that your boyfriend was just acting out of jealousy.

"You were all giggly and all over him"

"What? Oh God Trent…grow up"

When you tried to sneak away from him he pulled you by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"Not that fast, princess"

"What do you want?"

He got closer to your ear once again, his voice coming out as the sexiest whisper ever that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

"You've been a naughty girl and I'm not happy with that…take that gorgeous bum of yours out of here, someone needs a lesson"

You gasped, knowing it was good for you to shut up and follow his instructions.

When he guided you out of the venue by your hips, Jude shouted "Go easy on her!"

You couldn't see him but he smirked and mouthed in response "I won't"

The ride back home was pure hell as you stood there in your seat in silence, fiddling with your fingers as Trent kept his eyes on the road, a smirk that didn't cease to leave his lips.

When you stopped at the traffic lights, he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, already savouring his sweetest revenge on you. He moved his hand away from the steering wheel to slowly push it towards your thighs and between them, smiling knowingly as his sudden gesture made you squirm a little and got you kind of wet already.

"This pussy is already waiting for me, good"

You sighed, hoping the light would turn green soon for you to go home and having him all to yourself.

As soon as you arrived home, he slammed you against the wall near the front door, blocking your arms above your head. His grip was so tight his knuckles turned slightly white as his lips moved voraciously over yours: he had been waiting for that moment all night, to please himself and give you a lesson for your demeanour that he deemed to be disrespectful.

His free hand shifted along your thigh to grab it and put it around his hip.

Trent was a really good lover, not because he was your boyfriend but because he objectively was, knowing full well your weak spots and how to make the most of them.

“Can’t wait to fuck you so hard you forget his name” He slurred in your ear, licking your upper lip before trapping it between his lips again and again.

You couldn’t wait for it either, you loved it when he was rough with you…the thought of what you were about to do made you moan against his lips, your legs suddenly weak not able to keep you upright.

He noticed your legs giving away and shifted his right hand, still busy holding your hands up against the wall, down to circle your waist, in order to support you.

You hopped in his arms, arms and legs tangled around his athletic body that was effortlessly holding you up.

Gladly your hands were now free to run through his hair, along his shoulders and you loved feeling him that close to you. The scent of his perfume so strong it made you feel high, high with love and lust for that man.

“Take me to bed” You purred behind his ear.

Were you asking for him to punish you? That was what Trent was hoping for.

He slapped your arse making you hiss loudly.

“Such a good girl for me” Trent smirked, eager to make you his, as he let you back on your feet.

You bit your bottom lip and took his hand in yours, guiding him to your bedroom, you knowing the way to it way too well you could have gone there with your eyes closed.

As you entered the room, he pushed you on the bed, ordering you to lie down and stay still.

“Get naked”

Trent stood there, at the edge of the bed, enjoying you taking the dress you chose for that night’s event off. He stopped your undressing when the only thing left on your body were your knickers.

You were there, nearly naked only for his eyes only to see it and he was about to make you his like never before. That image made his dick twitch inside his boxers in excitement.

His fingers started to trace a light trail from your groin down to your calf taking then one leg to place it on his shoulder, doing that with the left one as well.

Your man always looked breathtaking but when he was between your thighs you swore he turned into a beautiful angel, an angel who was about to give you hell.

“It’s a pity I have to rip these off”

A thing you would usually do at him saying that was whine, getting frustrated everytime he thought it was a good idea to force you to buy a new lingerie set every week. But not that time: you were so caught in the moment you didn’t have the strength to complain, he could have ripped your entire closet as far as you cared.

The lack of moans from your part made him look at you a bit longer, waiting for you to whine to him.

“What?”

God, you were perfect to him, completely abosrbed you were there just waiting for him to treat the way he wanted.

“You look so hot right now” His body hovered over yours, your faces dangerously close “ I love the way you look when you want me to fuck you”

You were already a moaning mess, doing it right into his mouth as he kissed you, your lips engaged in a sensual fight for dominance you gladly let him win.

The Scouser bit on your love handles before taking that tiny piece of clothing that was your underwear off your body.

"This pussy is all yours"

"All mine, is it?" He huskily asked you, lust filling him to the brim and controlling his every gesture, from his voice to his eyes that got darker, blinded by the hunger and jealousy he had been feeling since the moment he saw you giggling with Mason earlier on.

"Yes daddy"

That nickname made his eyes go wider: it was the first time you were calling him that and he did like it.

You were a rather shy person, in bed included, so watching you being that uninhibited made himself feral and he liked that new side of you, a lot.

"What did you just call me?" That literally drove him crazy, taking him to tighten his hand around your jaw to express his dominance over you.

"Mmm…daddy" The strangled moan that his rethorical question elicited from you, was so full of desire it made him shiver.

He licked his lips, moving his hand down your neck, through your breast ending that imaginary line when his fingers came in contact with your pussy. That touch only was enough to make you shake since you were already aroused enough.

“You know this belongs to daddy, mh?”

“Yes…” Your eyes were closed, both because of the unbearable passion and because you knew that if your gaze met his you wouldn’t have survived much longer. He was irresistible to say the least.

“And you’re so wet for daddy” He smirked, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

His fingers spread your entrance open , as if to admire it, knowing he was the only one who could see you like that.

You pushed your hips up in a silent invitation for him to eat you out and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Scouser.

“My slut’s needy, mh?”

“I need you so bad” You moaned, trying to reach for his arm.

“Ha ha, you have to be good and patient” He warned you, the amused note in voice making you kind of nervous. He really wanted to make you pay for what you did, daring to share a joke with one of his teammates, and he wanted you to remember that night for a long time.

“Oh poor baby…you should have thought about the consequences of your actions” He breathed on your lips before licking them.

Trent’s mouth started tracing a passionate trail along your panting body, stopping when he arrived at your thighs’ height.

He breathed kisses on your inner thighs, without actually touching your skin leaving just some licks here and there. That felt like the most painful torture at that moment and the only way you could release the tension was pulling his hair and the sheets you were laying on but you couldn’t sinceyour hands were tied to the headboard. You just had to resist and that was part of the punishment.

Trent closed his eyes and brought his tongue closer to where you needed him the most, starting to play with your clit open mouthed.

Your pants and moans got louder and louder and he was enjoying it so much he sped it up, moving his tongue faster while keeping his eyes open on you because he didn’t dare to miss that show for the world, aching for him rather desperately.

For his own taste you were moving a bit too much so he kept you in place by circling his hands around your thighs; you had to suffer in the end. And you liked it way too much.

The perfect rhythm of his tongue was sending you into overdrive, he could make you feel so good anytime you were sure it was like his secret skill.

He alternated his tongue work with some good clit sucking that made you roll your eyes back in utter pleasure, your pussy clenching around him. When he noticed you were getting wetter, he knew you were ready to take it to the next level so he started rubbing his thumb against your clit in slow, circular motions making you gasp and waiting for his next move to happen.

He then released his grasp around your thighs and let you move your right leg in order to place it over his shoulder, knowing that angle would have lead you to the edge.

Then he glided his middle finger in you, waiting for your reaction and when he saw you gasping he pushed his finger a bit further to slowly move in and out, increasing his speed as his thumb was still applying the perfect pressure over your mound.

He pushed faster and faster, adding a finger in you as his moves got frantic. You were literally screaming his name until you squirted all over him. That was exactly how he wanted to see you: defenceless and completely under his control.

You have been so good you deserved a kiss and that's what he did, moving upwards to meet your lips, as his index and middle fingers were still stroking your labia, making your whole body shudder when his plumpy lips came to leave your mouth to wrap them around your hard nipples. His tongue lapped around the left one, right and left before sucking on it. Then he did the same with the right one.

You were sure you were in heaven because everything around you disappeared and he was out of this world, taking you to places you could have never seen without him.

Trent wrapped his hands around your ankles so as to spread your legs as wide as he could before kneeling in front of you. He untied your hands, squeezing them in a reassuring motion before taking his place back between your legs.

"Be a good girl now" You nodded.

"You can fuck me whenever you want" The only thing you wanted was for him to fuck you with all the passion and lust he had piled up in him.

He slapped his hard cock against your pussy a few times, making you shiver asking for him to put it inside you instead of just being a tease: you had enough of all that teasing you ran your hand down his legs to push his dick inside of you yourself.

"I want all of it, give me all of it"

Trent smirked, squeezing his fingers around your wrist to stop you.

"I have to do it, princess"

His teasing went on: he let his tip only inside of you. He was aware of the pain he was inflicting you but he wasn't sorry in the slightest, you deserved each and every bit of it. Next time you would have thought twice about acting all charming with Mason.

"Don't tease"

"Don't tell me what to do" He groaned, his hand grabbing your face tighter. His thumb grazed your parted lips, you immediately taking it in your mouth to start sucking on it.

He placed his arms at either side of your head, propped on his forearms.

"Such a good girl"

You smirked as he brushed his nose against yours, in what was the only innocent sweet gesture of the night.

The Liverpool player looked down at your bodies for a moment, to savour the instant when his member entered your pussy in such a perfect way, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Yes" You moaned satisfied as he was finally filling you with his lenght, arching your back and grabbing the sheets tighter.

"If you behave I'll let you ride me later" He muttered before you could even form an answer as he started pounding into you mercilessly.

His weight was pressing over your body perfectly, loving the feeling of his broad muscles bobbing over you, even more so when you clenched your hands around his arms or ran your fingers over his shoulder blades. That man was a living tease, making you feel the happiest even when he wanted to "punish" you.

Each thrust took you closer to ecstasy, he could do it like no one.

Both your moans came out as muffled sounds due to the messy kisses you were giving each other.

"Oh yes, right there" You tugged at the dreadlocks at the nape of his neck, praising him as he pushed deeper inside of you reaching your G spot.

Your nails were leaving scratches all over his back as he was filling you so well.

"Who's fucking you this good, mhh?"

"You daddy"

Trent's pushes became fierce, wanting every part of your body to feel him, to fill you perfectly.

“T, I’m close” You breathed out as you felt your second orgasm building up inside of your walls.

“Cum baby” He grunted, pushing even further into you. “Cum for me”

You moaned in his ear, pushing your hips up to meet his own movements. Trent was close too, grunting when he felt you clenching around him.

"Yeah cum inside daddy please, cum inside me" You begged him rather desperately as he was taking you over the edge with his deep thrusts.

You came first, your juices coating his member as he gave some more pushes into you to reach his own orgasm too.

As he released his load into you, satisfied moans left both your mouths before collapsing on the mattress.

“Fuck…that was amazing” You were trying to catch your breath as you were still panting due to the heavy sex session you just had.

Trent came down from his own high, and down from your body, to lay next to you, a smirk painted on his lips.

The movement of his chest raising and falling as he was trying to catch his breath was an entrancing sight to you.

You placed your leg over his and leaned over his body, your lips started leaving kisses against his abdomen, his collarbones and his neck, in a sweet yet seductive way.

He groaned, actually pleased with your attention, opening his eyes when he felt your weight lift to get on top of him.

“You were amazing”

“Yeah, I know” He smirked cockily, earning a playful smack on his shoulder from you “I know a trick or two to please my woman and remind her who she belongs to”

That line made you blush as you buried your head in his neck.

“Stop being so cocky”

“You were pretty good too” He giggled, squeezing your buttcheeks as you were busy leaving kisses down his neck.

“I still have to ride you…you promised”

Trent grunted and tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck as you kept covering him in kisses.

“Don’t be naughty, or I’ll have to tie you again”

You giggled as you let your hand graze his cheek in a soft way before moving your lips to kiss his other cheek.

“Next time I’ll fuck you in front of the entire team"

"Does it mean I can have a threesome?"

"Nope!" He grabbed your face tightly in order to force you to look at him, right in his eyes.

"You're mine and mine only, okay?"

"Oh sorry…I tend to forget it" You smirked mischievously, straddling him.

He was yours too in the end so marking him with some love bites would have been good...he had horny girls looking at him or sliding in his dms all the time after all. You attached your lips to his neck again, biting on his skin.

Trent moaned, his hands roaming over your back only stopping to squeeze your butt.

"Let me remind you of it then"

That night was far from being over and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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Slamming their car door to see how they will react.

TW: Fluff, swearing

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Virgil loved you and his precious car but what happened when you were the reason the car was about to fall to pieces, maybe.

You sat in the car patiently waiting for the perfect chance to fulfil your prank. You had been to numerous different shop and Virgil had still not noticed the phone strategically placed in a secret way; which you were glad off. You knew this would be a Tik Tok that would send you laughing in hysterics and your followers loving your relationship together. You were finally pulling into a small corner shop for a few bites to eat meaning it was your perfect chance.

"What do you want from the shop babe?" You asked with a smile as the car stopped and Virgil had finally taken his hands off the steering wheel.

"I'll have water and a salad please" He casually asked with a smile as he lazily looked at you and his phone.

"Ok babe I won't be long" You explained quickly checking your recording phone with your eyes and kissing Virgil's soft cheek. You let yourself out of the car before slamming the car door shut without a care in the world. You casually walked away with no acknowledgement of what you had just done before quickly turning back. You noticed Virgil's mouth wide open as he followed your body move around his car. You opened the door again pretending to forget what his order was.

"Babe, what did you say again?" You quickly asked before letting him have any say in the matter and his face in which stood like thunder.

"What the hell did you do?" He snapped back trying to work out what your aggressive force was about.

"When?" You asked dumbly whilst knocking your head to the side and displaying an expression of nothing else but confusion.

"Just then! You nearly took the fucking door off" Virgil explained signalling to the car door you were standing at and holding onto. You shook your head with a laugh. "Anyway I wanted a salad" he added with a cooler and collected voice rather than his protective and aggressive voice due to his precious car. You nodded in agreement before standing back and slamming the door shut again. You could have sworn the earth shook as the door made a connection with the roof. Virgil jumped in his seat at the noise before blasting the horn of the car causing you to turn around in the car park. He rolled his window down in fury.

"Y/n do you want to break my car?" He asked now hanging out of the car window so he could see you. You quickly laughed before walking over yet again waiting to see when he would explode.

"I didn't do anything" you begged with a wine wondering what it was that was getting on his nerves so much, little did he know you were more than aware.

"You have just nearly smashed my car twice in the space of two minutes" he explained as he opened the car door and stood next to it. "You shut a door like this. You know how normal people shut it" he added whilst gently closing the door with a slight push at the end. You looked up at him in complete innocence with a laugh at his protective nature.

"It was for a tik tok" you explained with a giggle as you wrapped your arms around his large torso and rested your chin along his chest. He looked down at you with a smug smirk and a shake of his head. He couldn't be mad, he quite liked your confidence to try and complete the challenge.

"I'll get you back" he explained as he led you both closer to the shop instead of sitting in a car with slamming doors. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, it went perfectly.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first virgil imagine from the Tik Tok prompt list ❤️ I hope you liked this piece 💜 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 I'm going to Anfield to today for Liverpool v Chelsea, let's hope we win 🤞have a good day 🙏 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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hey idk if you'd do an imagine for Andy Robertson I'll ask anyways 🫶🏼 so klopp brings his niece (the reader) to meet the lfc squad and her and andy are giggling and stuff and the whole team teases him the rest of the day about it then he asks her for her number and it's just very wholesome!! ty luv 🥹

𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 | A 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 Short Story

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Andy Robertson x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! I do not know much about him, so I will be sort of guesstimating how his personality is c': I honestly feel like my writing is trash for this scenario simply because I'm unsure of how he is, but hopefully my assumption is sort of okay and matches. ANYWAYYYYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MAY mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You feel an overwhelming rush of excitement when your father, Klopp, unexpectedly invites you to help him decorate the event for the Liverpool football team. As a typical father, he's always been a bit hesitant to introduce you to the players, wanting you to continue to focus on your college studies instead of ‘boys’. I mean after all, pursuing a PhD in kinesiology to become a physical therapist isn't an easy thing to do. But this time, he decides to make an exception, and you jump at the chance to take a break from your studies and spend time with the team. As you help the hired workers to set up the venue for the team's arrival, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you thinking about how you get to see the team so close up.

As the finishing touches are put in place, you catch a glimpse of someone approaching. It's none other than Andy Robertson, the star left-back for Liverpool and the object of your affection. Your heart races as you take in his presence, feeling a rush of excitement and joy. Seeing him in person is a dream come true, and you can hardly believe your luck.

Your heart skips a beat as he approaches you, his smile lighting up the room.

"Hey there," he says, flashing a grin that could light up the room. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Andy."

You introduce yourself, feeling nervous and a bit tongue-tied. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's so great to meet you."

"Likewise," he says, looking you up and down. "I have to say, you're looking amazing today."

You blush, not quite sure how to respond. "Thanks, I tried to look nice for the event."

"Well, you definitely succeeded," he says, winking. "I can't take my eyes off you."

You laugh, feeling giddy with excitement. You two continued to talk for what seemed like a while, exchanging playful banter and laughs. As the event comes to a close, the whole team starts teasing Andy about his obvious attraction to you.

"Ooh, Andy's got a crush!" one of his teammates jokes, nudging him playfully.

Andy takes it all in stride, laughing along with them. Although, You can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as the other players tease Andy about his obvious attraction to you. But Andy takes it all in stride, clearly not shy about his feelings.

"Don't listen to these guys," he says, grinning at you. "They're just jealous that they don't have someone as beautiful and smart as you to hang out with."

You feel a warmth spreading through your body at his words, unable to believe that this handsome and talented football player is interested in you.

But when it's just the two of you left in the room, he turns to you with a serious expression.

"Hey, Y/N," Andy says with a charming smile, "I hope I haven't been blabbering so much and annoying you haha. I was wondering if you'd like to grab a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe. Once I'm finished with the photographers? I have some free time before I have to head back home, and I'd love to chat with you more."

You can feel your heart skip a beat at the suggestion. "That sounds great," you say, trying to contain your excitement.

Andy looks relieved and continues, "Awesome, I know it's a bit sudden, but I couldn't resist asking you. But If you're not able to go tonight, I completely understand.``

You can feel your heart continuing to race as you consider his offer. "No no i'll definitely be able to go, I'll catch you around?," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

He grinned, appearing content. "Yes you will, Y/N." Turning around, he moves out of the room and down the hallway to another room where the photos were being taken.

Later that evening, after the event had ended, you anxiously waited for Andy outside the venue, hoping he would still be able to take you to the nearby cafe. To make sure you could go, you had lied to your dad and said you were meeting a friend at the cafe. He had believed you and told you to be safe and that he still has work to do but will text you when he's ready to leave.

As you waited, your heart raced with excitement and nervousness. Finally, you see Andy jogging towards you, dressed in more casual attire to help blend in with the crowd - a pair of Nike tracksuits, a cap, and shades. He looks even more handsome than before, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment.

"Ready?" he asks, extending his hand for you to take. You nod eagerly, a huge smile spreading across your face, and grab his hand. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your heart skip a beat. As you walk with Andy, you can't believe how lucky you are. You have been a fan of Liverpool FC for years, and now you are walking down the street hand in hand with one of their star players. The conversation flows easily between the two of you, and you find yourself laughing at his jokes and feeling completely at ease.

As you arrive at the coffee shop, Andy gallantly holds the door open for you, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your heart at his chivalry. As you both approach the counter, you patiently wait in the queue until it's time to order your preferred coffee. Once you've placed your orders, you grab your drinks and begin searching for a cozy table to sit at. You scan the bustling shop, looking for a quiet corner where you can continue your conversation. Andy follows you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit down. As you sip on your coffee, you can't believe that you're on a date with Andy Robertson, one of the most talented footballers in the world. Over the course of the date, you learn more about him, from his humble beginnings in Scotland to his journey to becoming a professional footballer. You're amazed by his dedication and passion for the sport, and you can't help but feel drawn to his kind, genuine nature.

In turn, you share stories about your own life and your passions, and he listens intently, hanging onto your every word. As the conversation flows effortlessly, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him with each passing moment. As the evening comes to an end, Andy walks you back to the event venue. As he stops in front of you, he looks at you with a serious expression, and you can feel your heart racing in anticipation of what he might say next. "Y/N, I know we just met, but I feel like there is something special between us," he says, his gaze locked onto yours. "I would love to see you again, if you would be interested." Your heart leaps with joy at his words, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through your body. "Of course, I would love that," you say, smiling up at him.

Andy takes out his phone while maintaining a smile on his face. "Great! Can I get your phone number? "He holds out his phone and asks. You take his phone and start typing your number while nodding.

As you two share one last warm hug, you turn around to walk into the building while he walks towards the parking lot where the charter bus is waiting. You can't help but feel excited about the future and the potential for something more with this amazing man.

You can't even believe what has just happened. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have had the chance to spend time with Andy Robertson. You know that there may be challenges ahead, given the high-profile nature of his career and the scrutiny that comes with it, but you are willing to face them head-on for the chance to be with him.

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Post-Lockdown: Epilogue

You thought I was going to leave my best club like this? Forget it. Welcome to the epilogue to the "Lockdown" trilogy.

Tags: @alissonbecksfan234, @millythegoat, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction

Klopp strode through the doors of Melwood for the first time in nine weeks. As usual, he was grinning like an idiot. And as usual, he didn’t care who saw him.

For the second day in a row, he couldn’t sleep. But unlike all the other sleepless nights he suffered during lockdown, this one was due to sheer excitement. He was as excited as a child on the first day of school, except he didn’t really know how that felt. He’d never been that excited for school in his whole life, plus he was too old to be a student in this group. If anything, he would be the teacher.

Okay, so maybe ninety percent of his thoughts were frenzied and excited and therefore completely incoherent. The only coherent thought in Klopp’s mind was how much he’d missed the others.

He’d missed the morning coffee sessions with the coaching staff, the light hearted arguments and banter he would overhear from the players, and the evening dinners together. During lockdown, the lack of these things had slowly began to eat at him alive.

But that’s over now. Klopp released a sigh, allowing the sun to fall on him like spotlight. He’d missed the whole ground: the earthy smells of the training ground after a good session, the solid, reliable assurance of the walls, the tiles. It sounded stupid, but to him it was philosophy.

Finally, Klopp heard the sound he’d been waiting for. Rumbling engines, halting in the parking lot. Doors slamming, and excited chatter filling the air.

It was just like normal.

Normal was enough to send Klopp running to the parking lot. He burst out the door, to see his boys standing in front of him. Every single one of them.

“BOYS!”

A mailman had stopped to see the sight, and several passersby stole a glance at the Melwood parking lot. But Klopp didn’t see a single one of them—he was in the center of a huge, long overdue group hug.

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futbolfanficpunk · 1 year

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Just you and me, finally

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Word count: 5.2k Summary: You and Kostas are ex-lovers and best friends, and have been for almost 3 years, but now that you are seriously dating someone else things seem to be different. You are meeting him in person for the first time in forever but the dynamics drastically change once you see each other. Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Fluff Author's note: This took me forever to write, I rewrote it so many times I lost count. It started the idea of texting. Probably should have divided it into 2 chapters but it was too cute to stop, it's worth it, I promise. Hope you like it

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Kostas

<<Hey! Call me soon, yea? I miss your stupid jokes and ugly accent

;) >>

It’s been three years since Kostas and you broke up. He was playing with Olympiacos then. It was a passionate yet short affair of a few months but you two decided to stay friends since you actually got along. You were only in Greece for six months, living in Piraeus, and did not want to put your academic career on hold. So, you broke it off in a friendly manner. You both agreed it was for the best in between tears and kisses, but it was done and you went back home.

The long-distance friendship had worked well; it was fun yet respectful, and you both cared for each other. You kept in touch by calling each other with voice or video calls every few weeks, sometimes every few months but you always texted each other with memes, news about Greece or to congratulate each other’s accomplishments. You followed each other on social media and were on each other’s close friends' filters. Every now and then, when you were both single there was some flirting but it was always very innocent.

Now that Kostas lived and worked in Liverpool you thought that you would talk more often and maybe see each other every now and then, but that did not happen. He had a new girlfriend, you had met her on a video call, she was sweet and beautiful and she looked at Kostas the way you used to, you recognized the love in her eyes when she looked at him while he talked to you. You were happy for him but it also made you a bit uncomfortable for some reason, and you did not like feeling that way but you ignored it. You also had dated guys but nothing serious, had a few dates with an older girl but that was a disaster. Now you had gone on a few dates with a man from your doctorate program, who was three years older than you, and he seemed to be wanting something serious which kind of scared you but you were intrigued. You hadn’t had anything serious since Kostas and by the end of it, you almost lived together. It was the relationship to compare to all others. Maybe you weren’t completely over Kostas because the thought of a serious relationship made you so nervous.

Your cell phone rings at night while you work on a research paper, it’s a video call, and it’s Kostas. You look at the phone, and it shows you your reflection. Your hair is a mess, you fix it and pick it up.

“Hi, Kos!” you say with a smile on your face

“Hey! How are you?” he asked while you noticed his new hairdo. He used to shorter wavy hair, he told you he was growing it but now he has a Nuñez type of bun. You almost cracked up.

“I’m good, laughing at your Nuñez costume”

“Oooooh! Are you trying to roast me, woman?”

“I think I already did”

“Well, Darwin is considered cool and handsome in the female circles, so I’ll take that as a compliment”

“Sure, getting called the poor man’s Darwin could be considered a compliment”

He laughs and you give him a cheeky grin through the screen while he shakes his head. “Even if you’re trying to make fun of me, I’m glad I didn’t wait for you to call me because you were taking forever”

“Yea, sorry, I’ve been so busy with this paper I’m working on. It slipped my mind but I’m glad you decided to call, it’s so great to see you”

“I’ve missed you, Y/N” he said while showing a shy smile while he tilted his head

“Me too, darling" you said while your whole body felt relaxed and warm knowing that you two were feeling the same. You and Kostas had an affinity towards each other that only old couples have.

As the regular update phone conversation continued, you asked him about his girl, Hannah, his family, and his work, you had seen that Liverpool was struggling. He asked you about your doctorate program, your family and inquired about your love life. When you told him about John, the serious contender, his face got serious and he said “So, I think I have to fly over and scare him off”

“I don’t think he’s a afraid of guys with funny hair”

“You’re so rude!” he girly screamed and he burst out laughing

“Sometimes!” you said while laughing at his scream. “So, you think this John guy might be a serious thing?” he asked in a pressing tone, changing the mood.

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’m testing it out now but he seems to want something more serious than just hooking up and hanging out a bit”

“Ok, that’s good, not a douche”

“I guess not, yea” you said, shrugging and nodding

You talked about other things for a few minutes, some news, songs you were listening to, and Greece. You always talk about Greece. Time always flies when you two talk, it always feels so natural and fun, like childhood friends who never lost touch but you had to cut the conversation because you needed to get more work done.

“I’ll call you soon, ok?” I love you, stupid” You said as a good-bye.

He nodded as he said “Me too, chazós” and blew you a kiss, you did the same and hung up.

Y/N

<<Wooopps! I just accidentally buttdialed you.>

<I’m not the worst friend but the worse? I just thought of that joke>

>

It’s been a month since Kostas and you had talked, although you had texted and dmed on instagram with each other, you had not made time to call him like you said you would. He didn’t insist either. Since then, things had turned a bit more serious with John, he had asked you to be exclusive and be a thing. You couldn’t think of any reasons to say no. He was kind and smart, you two had similar interests and values, you found him handsome, he had a cute American accent from the west coast since he was from Seattle, Washington, and he loved to eat you out when you two had sex, which was your current favorite thing about him. So, you said “Okay! Yes!” with a stupid happy smile on your face when he asked you. The more you got to know him, the more you liked him.

Tonight you were going out with him to a restaurant and then you had a night event at the uni where some of your musician friends had a recital. John was picking you up about in an hour, and you were getting ready when Kostas called you back after seeing your message. You panicked but decided to pick up since he had seen you put makeup on dozens occasions. You put the phone by your vanity mirror and picked up. “Hello Kostas” you greeted him while putting eye makeup on.

“Hello! Worst friend ever” he sang in a loud voice “Oh, shut up!” you said as you stop to look at him through your screen and gave him a fake mean stare even though you smiled half through it “Can’t you just say hi?” He had his hair down and to the side, he had to be home.

“Are you getting ready to go out?” he asked

“Yes, I have a date with John” you replied

“Is that still going on?” he said with sarcasm in his voice “Obviously, and it’s kinda serious now, you know. We get along great. We’re dating exclusively and see each other a lot, he loves to come over”

“I’m sure he does, I would”

“I’m sure Hannah does, doesn’t she?”

“She practically lives here” “There you go” “It’s what happens when people fall in love with you, they wanna be around you” “Oh, I don’t know if he loves me, but he does tell me he’s crazy about me”

“And, are you in love with him? “I’m not there yet…you definitely are though”

“With Hannah?”

“Yea”

“Oh, yes. I am.” he responded

You two were quiet for a second. You asked him for a minute so you can finish your eyeliner, put on a bit of blush, and then you started doing your lips, putting on a red lip color. He quietly looked at you the whole time.

“So, what are you wearing tonight? I want a fashion show” he inquired when he saw you were done “Oh! It’s a really elegant black dress, it’s not too long or short and it has a slit to die for” you said with excitement “Less talking, more showing!” he demanded

“Give me one second!” you went off camera to put it on then you stepped back into view far enough so he can see how the dress looks on you. “Wow! You look gorgeous, John is going to want to stay over tonight!”

You cracked up in laughter and blushed a bit, while your hands held your face in embarrassment . Kostas was not usually this flirty with you but you just played it off as funny banter. “You’re so stupid” you said

“I’m not kidding! You look real good, woman. I mean. You are a doll, no matter what you wear” he said with flirty eyes.

“Stop, Kostas.” “Okay, okay, Sorry!”

“It’s ok. I’ll take the compliment as a job well done on this fit” you said in a more serious tone while coming closer to the camera. “Hey, I’ll let you finish, have fun tonight. We’ll talk” he wrapped the conversation up feeling a bit of awkwardness from you but especially because he felt like he couldn’t stop himself from flirting with you.

“Thanks, I’ll call you next weekend, I promise”

“Don’t promise, just do it” “I will, bye” you waved at the camera

He did too and hung up. You felt butterflies in your stomach and a knot in your throat. Why was Konstantinos Tsimikas acting like this? Usually, your conversations sound more like two guys taking the piss out of each other than this weird flirtatious conversation you just had. Then the apartment doorbell rang. John was here.

Y/N

<<Kos! I have great news! >

>

Kostas

<< holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>

<We’ll make it work! I have to see you!> <Excited! *red heart emoji*>>

It had been three years since you had seen each other in person. Hugged each other, touched each other, or had been close to each other. You were so nervous, getting out of the taxi and walking up to the door of his huge house, your heart was racing. Kostas opened the door before you even get to finish walking up to the door. “Y/N!!!” he shouted as he walked towards you. His smile was bigger than his face, he looked more fit than when you left him, he had the manbun on, and his arms were open to give you a big hug.

“Kostas! Hi!” you opened your arms to receive the hug, even though you were trying to hold on to your purse that had a wine bottle you brought as a gift.

You squeezed each other tight while making all sorts of noises that came out instead of words. “I’m so happy that you are here” he said while he holds your face with his hands and kisses you on the cheek. You let out a small giggle. “Me too, me too! I can’t believe it’s been so long!” you said almost screaming and you hugged him again.

You two looked and sounded like teenage girls while Hannah appeared by the door

“Kostas, get her inside! It’s chilly out there!” demanded Hannah

He moved aside and pointed to the door with his hand. You spent the evening with Kostas and his Hannah. They did make a sweet couple. She was a beautiful & gracious host that seemed to be very curious about you and is surprised by the aggressive banter you and Kos had between each other, constantly roasting each other through the night.

Kostas had spent the afternoon making various of your favorite Greek dishes and surprised you with Greek snacks that were really hard to find anywhere else but in Greece. You were so excited you gave him a big hug and explained to Hannah that it was impossible to get back home, you only got them through your host family back in Greece who sent them by post. You all sat down to eat, and had wine, talking, joking, and enjoying the delicious meal Kostas had made for you all. You caught yourself staring at Kosta a few times while you ate, he had a very clean and fashionable all-black outfit on. You tried to engage otherwise or talked to Hannah but just being around him again was magnetic in a strange way, you did not want to think about it.

Both Hannah and you complimented him on a job well done. Later, you all chatted in the living room while Kostas played Greek music in the background. You had two more wine glasses while you all talked and joked, you start feeling a bit tipsy. You told Kostas that maybe it was time for you to go. He told you he would drive you to your hotel even when you insisted on an uber or taxi because he barely had two glasses of wine with food tonight.

“This has been great. It was so nice to finally meet you in person, Hannah, and thanks for everything. You are amazing, Kostas is lucky to have you” You said while hugging her in front of their front door.

“ Aw, you’re so sweet, Y/N. You’ve made Kostas very happy by coming, he couldn’t shut up about it all week, preparing everything for the dinner.” said Hannah

“That’s not true, she’s exaggerating” interrupted Kostas

“It is true. Anyway, you are welcome to come back anytime” concluded Hannah

“Okay, let’s get going, my car is down there” pointed Kostas

“Bye!” you said as you waved to Hannah.

Kostas kissed Hannah goodbye and joined you.

He opened the door to his black Land Rover and said “After you!”

“Thanks” you said giving him side eye, you didn’t know if he was really trying to be a gentleman or just joking around.

He sat down, started the car and immediately asked “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun! Thank you everything, especially the food. It was soooo good”

“Good! Took me all fucking day to make it!”

He started the car and drove towards the exit.

“You know what my favorite part was?” he said while looking at the road

“What?” you asked while looking at him

He turned to you before taking off to exit to the left

“Having you here” he said

You gently slapped his arm and showed him your phone

“The GPS says the hotel is ten minutes from here” you said

“I’m going to need more than ten minutes alone with you” he responded

“Konstantine,” you said, “Don't say things like that!”

“No, I’m being serious. I just want us to talk by ourselves. I haven’t been alone with you anywhere in three years, and before you suggest it, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow” he protested

“Okay, fine. We can go up to my suite. It has a nice couch with a TV we can sit and chat, and I can drink some water”

“Sounds perfect”

You decided to cut the conversation before you start thinking about what was going on and just relayed the GPS instructions until you got there, he didn't say much about you two, he just talked about Liverpool and the things you may want to see tomorrow before you leave.

The elevator door rings and opens, the hotel halls are green and blue, and the doors are brown. A relaxed and unthreatening place.

“It’s over here to the right” you explained where your room was

“Lead the way” he replied

As you open the door you tried to remember if you left a big mess or not but the room looked tighty with just a shirt on your bed and empty water bottle on the side table next to the couch. “It’s not the Four Seasons but, you know, the uni paid for it”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s fine” he says as he walks towards the mini fridge” Should I get you a water? ‘Please” you said as you sat down on the couch, took your shoes off, and sat with your legs facing the opposite direction of our torso.

He sat down, opened the bottle, and gave it to you while sitting so close to you that your knees touched. “Thanks" you said after you drink your water.

“Can I tell you that I am losing my mind by the fact that you are here?” he said as he softly tugged a thick strand of your hair. You knew you were blushing, you felt the warmth of your face giving you away. You didn't want to like what was going happening but you did. You suspect Kos was being wreckless, and maybe, you were too.

“I know, me too. It’s not the same on the phone. You’re funnier on the phone” you replied with a smile. He chuckled and tapped your knee.

“And you’re prettier in person, Y/N” he said while softly caressing your cheek “Stop flirting with me, Kos” you snapped at him

“Why?

“Because I’m seeing someone and I just met your girlfriend of one a half years, we just spent like three hours with her. It’s weird”

“It’s weird? Is that why? He said with a mild annoyance is his voice “you were staring and smiling at me the whole time you were at my place, with Hannah right there, giving me “love me” eyes and now it’s weird that I tell you that you’re pretty? Is that why you want me to stop?”

“because I like it! That's why” you blurt out “I don’t want you to flirt with me because I like it. I don’t want to but I do. I want you to and it makes me feel strange” He leaned closer to you and said “You want me to?” in a soft voice

Your heart was racing, and you felt like it might jump out of your chest. He was so close you could smell him. His sweet and earthy cologne, his expensive hair products, you could hear his breathing, it was fast, just like yours. “Yes,” you said while you felt your face getting close to his. “It’s hard to explain”

You stared at his mouth while it continued to move towards you. “It’s not,” he said, hovering his mouth over yours, lips almost touching. He started stroking your arm with the back of his fingers as he talked. “You’re my favorite person, I’m your favorite person, and I’m tired of pretending that’s not true” You knew there was truth in that statement, it sent a tingling feeling all over your body, you couldn’t stop yourself and you kissed him. He held your face and kissed you back, his mouth was hungry for yours. You felt like this was a dream, not real, like you turned back time and you were both in Piraeus at the end of your first date where you ended up kissing just like this, wanting each other’s mouth and kissing like two desperate kids. But you felt his new facial hair scrubbing against your face and that reminded you; this was another time and another place. You pulled back. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t”

“I shouldn't have done that” “I wanted you to, I was just about to do the same” “Well, we shouldn’t. It’s wrong”

“Did it feel wrong to you?”

“I think you should go home”

“I don’t want to go home. You’re here. I just…”

Kostas held his eyes with his right hand and sighed

“I have all these feelings bottled up, all these years. You are such an amazing person, my best friend, I don’t want to fuck it up with you -”

“You won’t”

“—but I’m not over you, and tonight, you look so beautiful, your clothes, your hair, your funny laugh, your smile after you say something funny, it kills me. You are more beautiful each year, smarter, more fun, it’s so unfair. I never felt like I wanted to talk or be around someone so much. I just wanna be with you”

“and tomorrow? Hannah? John?”

“I don’t care. I care about you. Don’t you feel like that at all, Y/N? Be honest, please” You hesitated to speak right away, you looked down and then looked at him, you were still in love with him and you were afraid to admit it.

“I do feel like that, Kos. I tried to just put all those feelings in the back of my mind away from me, because, What good would they bring me? We were far away from each other, busy. I just rather us be friends. But lately, since John, I felt like you were trying to be different” “I didn’t want you to date him, I hate it” “Yea” There’s a moment of silence when you just stare at each other,

“How do you feel now? he asked

“I feel guilty, but…”

“Uhum?”

“I feel like I’m still in love with you, and I’m dying for you to kiss me” you said with a sigh

“Good, because i’m dying to too” He cupped your face and kissed you softly, like he was afraid to hurt you by kissing you. You grabbed his sides and kissed him back, your tongues, lips, and saliva made loud noises in a silent room. You both moaned into each other’s mouth, squeezing each other now that both your arms were wrapped around each other. All those years of bottled-up emotion were starting to come out. You start leaning back into the couch but his phone vibrates on the couch. You both stopped and looked at the phone.

Hannah

<< Are you almost done? I’m ready for bed.>

< Just in case I fall asleep b4 you get here:

Love you>

“You should go home” you said while you caressed his face when you saw the message on his screen.

He kisses your nose and said “I know, but we’re not done”

“What do you mean?” you asked “You’re going to see me tomorrow. Before you leave”

“When is that going to happen?

“I’m going to give you a ride to the airport after I finish training, I’ll pick you up” he said with great confidence

“Okay,” you agreed “sounds good”

He stood up, helped you up and pulled you into him to hug you, you hugged him back. Just then you remembered that his mouth is full of lipstick from making out with you.

“You have lipstick all over your face, let me clean you up before you go. Don’t want you to get into more trouble ”

You both went to your bathroom where you got one of your makeup removing towlettes and cleaned the light red lipstick out of his mouth and chin, you did it with a lot of care so his skin wouldn’t get red from the friction. He just stared at you while you do it, it felt so intimate and calming.

“All done”

“Thank you. Hey, before I go, let’s take a mirror pic. I want to remember this exact moment forever”, he said as he took his phone out of his pocket . He moved behind you and grabbed you by the waist, he handed you the phone, he kissed your shoulder while you took it.

“I’ll send it to you later. Tomorrow, I’ll text you when I’m on my way to pick you up’ he said as he walked to the door. “Tonight, I’m a very happy boy”

Despite all the drama that could possibly come out of it you too were glowing, you almost felt high.

“And I am a happy girl, see you tomorrow” you said as you open the door

“See you” he said and kissed you on the cheek, turned and left.

You closed the door, turned around to face your room, It just dawned on you that things were different from now on, there was no turning back from what you both have just done.

“Oh my fucking god! What just happened?” you said outloud

Kostas

< >

Y/N

<<I’ll be ready, can’t wait either>>

It was late afternoon. You got seated in the passager seat and waited for Kostas to come around. There were people staring at you two, and one guy in the hotel valet area was waving at him while shouting “Greek Scouser!”. Kostas who is wearing a designer hoodie, black pants, and blue sunglasses waved back and smiled. He got in and drove forward. He hasn’t said much yet. “Sorry, that was hectic, too many people recognized me”

“No worries, it’s normal, you play for a big club”

He turns on the car stereo, it’s playing Greek Hip Hop.

“So, How was your day? I’ve been thinking about last night and you, all fucking day”

“It was okay, It took me a while to go to sleep last night, I was almost jittery when you left. But, I seized the day and did a couple of things today. I went sightseeing in the morning, and it was nice. Beatles stuff, Museum of Liverpool, took a walk, and had a late lunch in Chinatown, but mainly I just kept thinking about seeing you again the whole time, to be honest”

“I love that!” he said and kissed your shoulder and cheek

“This next one is the exit! Don’t miss it” you said while looking at the GPS

You arrived at the parking lot for your terminal area, Kostas parked between a wall and another car. He left the car on and lowered the music.

“How long until you have to check in?” he asked

“30-40 minutes I would say”

“Okay” He took your hand and wrapped his around it, and softly put his lips on your hand to smack a trail of small kisses.

“Wish I could stay longer but it’s probably for the better” you said

“You would get me in so much trouble” he said

“Like we’re not already in deep shit?”

“Oh, It could get worse”

“That’s true” you said biting you lip because you knew exactly what he was referring to

“Come here” he said

You felt like a little puppy dog, moving your body towards him without thinking about it at all, ready to obey. He didn’t have to insist, you wanted it as much as him. He pulled your face towards his with his hands and gave you a passionate kiss, both of you shuffling on your seats finding ways to deepen the kiss. Your hands held on to whatever they could, his arms, shoulders, his face. His hands went from your face, to your hair, to your waist, your breasts, and arms.

Kostas pulled back after a while and stared at you with serious intention, staying quiet for a few seconds.

“There’s one thing that you need to do when you get home,” he said while playing with your hair “You need to get rid of John” he said

“Why would I do that?” you asked

“Because I’m leaving Hannah” he responded

“Are you for real right now?” you asked barely able to talk

“I mean it. It’s not fair for her or you or me to continue. I don’t want to have a secret or hurt her more than I have to. Look, I have two days off in a row in two weeks and I plan on flying to see you. But this time it’s not going to be a secret weird thing, I want to be with you. I want to try it out. I know you still have a little bit of time left for your university stuff. But I already waited three years, a couple of months won't kill me. We’ll figure it out. We”ll make it work.”, he held your hands again

You felt overwhelmed for a few seconds. But your mind turned to all the pleasant and warm feelings that you had the last day that reminded you so much of your time in Greece and how happy you were then. John was great, but he was not Kostas, and being in love with Kostas was bliss.

“That’s a big thing to ask, Kos”

“It is but I’m sure about this.”

You sighed even though you were sure too, it was hard to admit that you were going to break other people’s hearts.

“Okay, I’ll be ready in two weeks. We have to really try to make this work, darling. I promise I’ll try, I couldn’t bear it not working out. What I feel when I’m with you, it’s not like that with other people, you know?

“I do know. It’s going to work. I love you, Y/N”.

“I love you, stupid”

“I love you more, cottonhead” he replied before you kissed him again. He hugged you and hid his face on your neck. You wanted time to stay still, for Kostas and you to have this moment together forever.

“It’s almost time for me to go” you announced in a sad tone

“I know” he said and he hugged you tight.

Kos

<<There in one minute. I’m so pumped. Just you and me for two days.>

“Just you and me” you read out loud, "finally." It really was happening. Your door’s ring bell called you, and you jumped up. You had organized your apartment and had a few candles lit up. You were wearing natural-looking makeup, you wore a crop top with high-waisted relaxed-fit pants, and wearing socks because your apartment was a no-shoes place. You rushed to the door, you opened it and there he was.

“Babe!” he shouted and came in to hug you and kiss your face. “Kostas,” you said while hugging him back “get your stuff inside”

He turned around to get his luggage and closed the door. “Now, can I kiss my girl, please?”

“Yes, please! and thank you” He chuckled while you smiled

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked while hovering over your lips.

“Down the hall” you replied

You kissed each other with the freedom of honeymooners, loving each other, you wanted to devour each other, and for the next day and a half, you did exactly that.

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