Trent Alexander-Arnold one shots

Make up

Trent and I were invited to an event, a little fancy event needs a bold make up style, you may say, right?

Wrong. Don't want to be those "pick me", youngins say when a girl dislikes a girly type thing. Make up just wasn't for me. Mother told me I had natural beauty. Plump coloured lips and dark long eye lashes, not as curly as Trent's but definitely longer.

Though I always had the burning desire to put on bold sexy make up on, every time I try to, I always have to mess something up. Whether the foundation shade is wrong, or the lipstick goes out of my lip line, something always has to go wrong.

Today I decided I should try putting on light make up, since I always mess up eye liner, foundation, etc so putting on a touch of blush and lipgloss won't do harm right?

I started off by putting on the Dior lip oil on, Trent had willingly bought me without me asking, and saw it made my lips pop and look more juicer than it has already had. And I had put on a touch of tilbury something, some sort of liquid blush, my friend Hannah, had bought for me while we were shopping for dresses.

I put on my elegant, yet very simple black dress on and started doing my hair. Trent had soon walked in on my touching up some parts of my hair.

"Hey babe" I said, breathing out a sigh. I heard nothing, but I felt his presence behind me. I looked at the mirror and saw him staring at me with mouth slightly agape. His eyes slowly softened, bringing himself closer to my back.

"And since when have you started wearing makeup, hm?" Trent had questioned, leaving me kind of guilty in a way. Had he thought I looked ugly? Did I mess up anything?

"Well I ha-" that was not long after I was picked up from behind and had been forcefully stood on the ground, he spun me around and came close to my face.

"Who are you trying to look good for tonight." Trent had whispered in my ear in his crisp scouse accent, having me shiver from just his voice. He brought his face back up and turned me around so that he would sit in my vanity, while I stood there infront of him. He had placed his hands on my hips and looked up to me with his doe brown eyes, having me shaking from just the look of his gaze.

"Tell me Baby" he said huskily, tilting his head. "Is Lewis Hamilton coming to tonight's event?" He chuckled. "If so I'm going to keep an eye out for that cheeky bastard" he side smiled but he seemed pretty serious, which kind of scared me.

His hands from my hips slowly made its way to my behind, tracing its shape and lowering it so that it would reach the back of my thigh, he pulled me towards him, making me stumble upon his lap, having to sit down with his face near me was the end of me.

Yes he was my boyfriend, but that didn't mean the sparks haven't left. I still get butterflies whenever he calls me baby, now this, I felt my organs were going to explode.

He put one hand on my behind, and another to the side of my head. Slowly lowering his gaze to my glossed lips and bringing it back up to my eyes. "You tryna kiss the old man with those lips huh" he asked, I genuinely could not tell if he was serious or not, his face was emotionless. I gulped a big one in my mouth.

He slowly starting smirking, while look back up to my eyes. "Wipe your lips" I hesitantly agreed and tried to get off, but he pulled me back. "Fuck it. I'll do it." He grabbed my head and passionately kissed my lips, heads synchronized and slowly bobbing from left to right, making sloppy sounds. We were so into it he had picked me up from his lap and threw me on the bed, hovering on top of me.

I was lying on the bed while he stood up on his knees on the bed on top of me, quickly pulling his tie out in a hurry. "Fuck this event, you're mine tonight" he whispered hungrily.

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All this shit happened because I said Lewis was hot while watching the F1 race the other day. Who would have thought Trent would be this jealous.

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authors note:

HEY Y'ALL this my first story tell me if y'all want more of jelly trentski I'll be glad.

might make a part two to this !

Again excuse my english, grammer is my weakest thing in language arts apologies.