boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ✿ ❫ ━ caught you staring

「 CAUGHT YOU STARING! 」

summary: you cant help but
stare at trent when he's
on the treadmill

disclaimers: little suggestive,
teasing, trent is just hot okay

word count: 0.6k

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You should've looked away. You really should've. But your eyes wouldn't let you.

Gaze glued to how his muscular back was moving, how fucking broad and big, he has gotten. It puts you in a bit of a frenzy. Filthy thoughts clouding your mind as the memories of last night came flashing back.

Thank God you listened to him when he told you not to leave any marks. Because that would've been embarrassing. But also, you knew it would've fuelled your ego.

He started to slow down his pace, you weren't really paying attention to what the person was talking to him, all you could think about was how delicious he looked.

Trent could feel your stare the second he started on the treadmill, so it was no surprise when he turned around he was met with your half lidded eyes, all dark with something he's all too familiar with. He tried to hide his smug smirk, but you had a glimpse of it and that only filled you more with need.

He hopped off the treadmill, eyes stuck on your lust filled ones, as he walked over to you. He reached over to take the water bottle beside you. Purposely leaning close, as his hand rests on your thigh. His musk and cologne all overpower your senses. He is overpowering your senses.

He took a big gulp of the water, making your eyes flickering down to his throat. His hand reached out and you gave him his towel. "Thank you, sweetheart." he rasped out, the stinking smirk turning into a full blown smile when he saw you shy away from the pet name.

He stood tall in front of you as he started to wipe his sweat, on his face, his throat, down his abs. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You were glad the coaches and other staff were discussing amongst each other so they don't see the sinful act that your boyfriend is putting on.

You hate him. You really do.

"I hate you." you muttered out, tongue poking the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off your smile. Cause although you know he's teasing you, you didn't mind the free show.

He raised his eyebrows, shocked and pleased at your sudden response. He smiled, before licking his full lips as you stared at him with narrow eyes.

He leaned his face close with yours, completely disregarding your personal space. His minty breath fanned over your cheeks, nuzzling his face in between your shoulders, blades and jaw before pressing a kiss onto your now heated skin. "Tell me that again tonight, baby." he whispered, lips grazing your ears. He absolutely loved riling you up.

You could feel your skin heat up even more as your palm started to sweat. Trent stood up to his full height when the staff called for him. He nodded his head before picking up his shirt and your stuff. He pulled you up, arm circling around your waist, pulling you to his sticky chest, but you didn't mind.

"Is that a promise?" you whispered, eyes flickering to his lips.

He nodded, as his pupils dilated and he looked as if he was in a daze. You didn't even do anything but he swore he falls in love with you more everyday.

"Trent!"

"Coming!"

He looked back at you, eyes round and mischievous making you kiss your teeth when you realised his implication. "I truly do hate you."

He smirked, it was just too easy, "Love you too babe."

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🪻hana's notes: i was on something when i wrote this bro