The Sweetest Taboo part 4 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst
Word Count: 10.2 K
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four , Part Five
Note: unrelated but if you're reading this I'd appreciate if you liked my masterlist ☺️😘
The morning after your date with Trent you woke up early and went for a swim in an attempt to clear your mind from your problematic situation with your brothers. You were at a crossroads because you didn’t want to keep secrets from them but you wanted to keep seeing Trent. Your family always came first for you and in another situation you could see yourself not bothering with a guy your brothers didn’t approve of because blood was thicker than water. The big sister in you wanted your brothers to be happy, however, the girl in you wanted Trent and right now the girl was winning. The way you felt about him and around him at the moment was not something you’d felt before and you felt silly to pass up on it because your brothers didn’t like the idea of you dating him.
You hoped swimming would help but despite the wash of the pool water against your ears, you couldn’t get the debate over what to do out of your head. At the end of your current lap you poked your head out of the water and rested your arms on the pool’s edge to take a break.
“Good morning,” you heard the now familiar scouse account charm the morning air. You turned your head to see Trent walking toward you in a white vest and his basketball shorts low on his hips. “How are you little mermaid?,” he came over to where you were, a smile on his lips. You laughed at his greeting and climbed out of the pool to talk to him, forgetting your worries on seeing him.
“So does that make you Prince Eric?” you raised an eyebrow at him and his sweet smile.
“If that’s what you want me to be,” he took a step closer and held your chin in his hand.
“Are you planning to kiss me?” you asked him, smirking as he got closer.
“Yes,” he confirmed and brushed his nose past yours, titled your face by your chin to meet his lips.
“Anyone could see us out here,” you warned him in a whisper against his lips.
“So what,” he kissed you, silencing your concern. You fell weak to his touch instantly, stepping closer and letting him kiss you. He started to pull away first but you caught his lips before he could, snatching one more kiss. He dramatically looked around when he pulled away before looking back at you, “I think we’re in the clear,” he winked and you playfully pushed his chest.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” you stepped away from him to step away from the temptation, “they don’t want me to see you,” you told him the truth, turning away to pick up your towel.
“I know, Jude spoke to me last night,” Trent shrugged but you immediately spun back to him with your eyes bugged out of your head.
“He what!? When!? What did he say!?” you shrieked with your rapid questions.
“Late last night, he came to my room and he wanted to talk,” Trent remained passive over a topic that was far from passive to you.
“Why didn’t you tell me!?” your mind started to race about how that conversation went down.
“I thought you’d be asleep,” he shrugged, remaining calm in contrast to your panic.
“But you could have come to get me! I could have done something,” you reprimanded him but he remained unscathed.
“It’s okay, I handled it,” he smoothly responded.
“Handled? What exactly happened? What did he say?” you pressed him - not feeling reassured by his ‘handled’. Jude did not tell you he was going to speak to Trent after your conversation last night so you were stunned this even occurred. Yes, you knew Jude was upset but you thought it was squashed last night.
“He just said he didn’t like the idea of me dating his sister and I said that’s something he’d have to get over,” Trent laid it out plain and straight but you were left with your jaw open.
“You said what?” you asked in disbelief. Get over? You were sure Jude was fuming because before that you essentially told them you would stop seeing Trent. That was a lie, but you needed them to believe it. You absolutely didn’t need Trent to say the opposite!
“I told him he’d have to get over it because I like you,” Trent continued like it was a lesson he was teaching and not a war in your family he was starting.
“Trent,” you groaned.
“What?” He asked confused as to why you were distressed about this, his face telling that whatever he said last night was probably even more blunt than what he was telling you right now.
“He is going to be fuming!,” you whined in dismay.
“Yeah, he wasn’t happy,” Trent confirmed and you sighed heavily. “Don’t let this stress you out so much,” Trent closed the gap between you two once more and put both hands on your arms.
“How can I not Trent, they are already raging at the idea of you and me talking, now ? they might kill you and me,” you heavily frowned. “I just really hate that they are mad at me,” you pouted, leaning into him as he rested his arms around your waist.
“Do you want to stop talking to me then?” he genuinely asked you, worried about how upset you obviously were. He wanted you, but he wanted you to be happy more.
“No,” you shook your head but continued to pout, “I just want them to be okay with me and you,” you told him what you actually desired.
“In time I think they will,” he gave your lips a light peck. You sighed and nodded, hoping that would be the case. Trent kissed your forehead before letting go of you completely. “Do you want coffee?” he asked you, changing the conversation to something much lighter. “I’ll make you some,” he offered before you could ask. You accepted and told him what kind of coffee you wanted then parted ways with him. You needed to do a few more laps after the news Trent gave you.
Trent went to the kitchen, focused on making the coffee the way you said you liked. Although he didn’t regret being straight with Jude, he did feel awful about how upset you looked when he told you so he wanted to make sure he got this right, in hopes it would make your day better.
“Morning,” Jude’s voice announced his presence in the kitchen. Trent looked up to see him and returned the greeting. “Can I have a coffee?” Jude asked, thankfully not bringing up last night’s conversation.
“Uh, after this,” Trent told him whilst mixing yours.
“You’ve got two though,” Jude pointed out the obvious, “What you gonna drink two coffees?” Jude asked, not catching on to who the coffee was for.
“No, it’s not that,” Trent thought about telling the truth but he didn’t want to re ignite the anger his friend had last night by mentioning you.
“So what? You’re being selfish about coffee now?” Jude asked, truly aloof.
“Trent, is the coffee ready?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen with your hair covering your line of sight as your scrunch dried your hair. Trent’s face fell as you entered the room and Jude turned to you with a now vexed expression.
“Its for her?” Jude scoffed, realising immediately why Trent was being selfish about the coffee. Your eyes widened on hearing Jude and it forced you to stand straight with the towel at your side.
“Jude, hi, morning,” you smiled at him, hoping you could pretend Trent wasn’t in the room.
“Am I interrupting another breakfast date?” Jude asked with scorn. You sighed to yourself and went over to him.
“No, do you want breakfast though? - I’ll make it, whatever you want,” you rubbed his back, hoping your offer would distract from the truth that was before his eyes.
“I’m not hungry,” he grumbled, the frown still on his face.
“I know that is not true, I’ll make breakfast for you and Jobe okay and I’ll make you the coffee,” you offered your peace offering. He looked at you with frowned eyebrows but sighed and nodded in acceptance. He was upset but he couldn’t say no to you making breakfast for him.
“I still don’t like this,” he pointed between you and Trent before walking out of the kitchen. You turned to Trent with a frown and he handed you your coffee with a sorry on his lips
“You think he’ll ever get over this?” you asked Trent, walking around the counter to get next to him.
“I think,” Trent put his arm around you and pulled you to him, “Jude knows I’m a good guy, so hopefully he can get over the whole we’re teammates and friends thing and see that I can be a good guy for you,” he looked at you, watching while you sipped the coffee in thought.
“I hope so,” you mused, “in the meantime, we should keep this thing quiet,” you told him, referring to your budding romance. You wanted Jude and Jobe to accept the situation just as much as Trent, but you also didn’t want to push their buttons too far and you needed Trent to be on the same page. He looked at you and sighed, clearly disappointed but he agreed with you, accepting your terms, “thanks, the coffee is good though, great job,” you looked at him with a little smile on your lips that could fix all his problems.
“You’re welcome,” he kissed your temple, leaving the drama of your courtship behind, before removing his arm around your shoulder.
“Now I’ve got to make this food for the boys,” you took your coffee with you to the fridge in search of ingredients.
“You really care about them huh?” Trent asked as he watched you look through the fridge.
“Of course, they’re my family, I’m sure you feel similarly about yours,” you started to take items out of the fridge.
“I do, but it’s different…you really take care of them,” Trent observed.
“Yeah well that’s what big sisters are for,” you shrugged and went about gathering ingredients. Trent nodded and silently watched you for a bit until you asked him to bring your phone you left outside by the pool.
“Here you go,” he announced his return, standing behind you and dangling the phone in front of you as you diced potatoes.
“Thanks, can you put it there for me,” you gestured to the counter with your head.
“For a kiss, sure,” he dropped the phone into the palm of his hand in front of you and kissed your shoulder. You bit the insides of your cheeks to stop the smile that wanted to burst at his demand.
“So you can’t just do it for me?” you asked, putting down the knife and turning to face him. He was so close you were basically pinned to the counter behind you.
“I could, but I want to kiss you,” he came closer, making your back press into the counter.
“My brothers are awake,” you warned him with an inviting tone.
“Ummhmm,” he acknowledged your warning but his eyes dropped to your chest. He hooked the fingers of his left hand under the strap of your swim top, pulling it gently off your skin before letting it go and drifting his hand down to your rib, passing along the side of your boob. He leaned into you, his cheek against yours as he tightened his grip on your side, pulling you against him with it. “All I think about is kissing you,” he drawled into your ear, deep and sultry.
“Please kiss me,” you folded and he gave you what you wanted. He met your lips, and you pushed the pace, greedy for more. In the haze of your mouths melding together you took his left hand in yours and pulled it up to your boob, letting him touch where you wished he had before. He took your cue, cupping your right boob in his hand, squeezing gently and making you moan into his mouth. His right hand slid around your body to rest on your ass and his left held your boob while his tongue explored your mouth. You put your hands under his shirt, pressing your nails into the muscles around his spine as he stroked his thumb across your hard nipple. You were one second away from pulling down your suit so he could play with your bare boobs but your phone shrilled behind you. You cursed, pulling away from him on hearing it. Trent groaned and dropped his head on your shoulder at the interruption. You reached back for your phone and saw your mother’s photo across the screen. “It’s mum, I have to answer,” you told him, pushing him back slightly by the chest to step out of his trap.
“Hello, mum?” you answered the phone with a nervous quiver as if she had physically caught you.
“Hi y/n, how are things?” she asked. You tried to shake the heat off of your body but you couldn’t because Trent had moved back to stand behind you, kissing your shoulder once more. You held the phone close to your ear, hopeful your mother wouldn’t hear the sound of his lips against your skin. You swatted Trent away silently but he didn’t stop. He held on to your hips, pressed his body against yours - letting you feel him against your body as he continued to kiss at your shoulders, back and neck. You were struggling to keep up with your mother’s questions between his kisses.
“Yeah they’ve been good, I’m making breakfast for them right now actually,” you informed your mum, closing your eyes tight after your words to keep your voice calm as Trent’s lips rested on your warm skin.
“Okay and what about you? Are you having fun?” She asked you and you paused before answering.
“Yeah yeah, I’m having fun,” you swallowed the moan that Trent’s teeth softly grazing the curve of your ear almost drew.
“Alright, I know you didn’t really want to go but I appreciate you did, your dad and I feel much better that you’re with them,” your mum continued to speak as your tummy clenched and your legs felt weak.
“Yup, of course, I uh- can I call you later mum?” You asked, your voice getting weaker as Trent’s hands found themselves brushing up your sides.
“Sure, have a good day,” she wished you and you squeaked the same out before rapidly hanging up the phone and turning to Trent. You should have told him off when you faced him but instead you grabbed his head and kissed him. You kissed him hungrily, open mouthed and messy. You let the moans pass your lips now as he slotted between your legs and you felt him pressed against you - hard and delicious. He put his hands on your boobs and you hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him to press against you more.
“You’re so sexy,” he growled in between kisses. You pressed your hips into him, wishing he’d touch you further south than your boobs as you felt your pussy pulse with need. You almost took his hand off your boob and pushed it down your body but you remembered where you were and pulled away from his kiss.
“Trent,” you weakly called for his attention but he kept kissing at your skin, moving to your neck now. “Trent, wait,” you slightly pushed his shoulder and he looked at you with confusion. “We can’t, we need to stop,” you reluctantly told him. He looked at you and sighed before dropping his head onto your chest.
“I really don’t want to,” he grumbled into your chest.
“Me neither,” you assured him you two were on the same page and stroked the back of his neck with your nails, “but we have to - we can’t do this here,” you stated the obvious to him.
“Can we do this somewhere else?” He looked at you asking with hope in his eyes. You looked back at him, considering for a moment before shaking your head no. The cookie has to stay in the cookie jar…no matter how bad you want to let him have a taste.
“We can’t Trent,” you made the tough decision and he frowned but nodded in agreement. He didn’t push any further, he stepped back from you and took a deep breath. You watched him, the flush on his skin, his prominent Adams Apple sat in the middle of his thick neck, leading into the muscular curve of his broad shoulders put on display by his white tank and almost went back on your decision. He started to speak but your brain was slow to tune into his words because you were lost in admiring his physical form.
“I would help but I really need a cold shower right now,” he told you, running his hand down the front of neck and making you wish you could put your hands there - preferably while riding him. “Is that okay?” He asked you directly and you forced yourself to snap out of your daze.
“Uh, yeah, yeah,” you agreed, not totally sure what you agreed to.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” he stepped closer, kissed your cheek and left the kitchen. You stood there for a moment trying to piece together what he left for but you just shook your head and went back to focusing on making breakfast. You had to wash him from your thoughts or you would follow him and push past boundaries.
“I need to get a grip here,” Trent spoke to himself, closing the door of his room and sighing heavily. He was totally enraptured by you; it was almost unbearable. He wanted to spend every second of the day with you. When he woke up he thought about you, when he saw you, he wanted to be near you, when you spoke to him he wanted to record you in his mind so he could replay the music of your voice, when he went to bed - he wished you were next to him. He’d never felt this consumed by a woman before - it was like you had a spell over him.
He walked into the bathroom, stripped his clothes and stepped into the shower. He didn’t bother to let the water warm up before because he needed a shock of icy rain to cool the heat down. He turned the cold water on, taking deep breaths as it ran down his chest. It was supposed to help but he looked down at his body and his cock was still painfully hard.
“We’re not getting any,” Trent spoke to his other head, reminding himself he had to reel in the sexual feelings toward you. He was attracted to more than just you physically, but unfortunately, the more he liked you, the more he was physically attracted to you. “Bro please,” he spoke to himself, feeling his cock only get harder at the subconscious thoughts of you. He took himself in his hand, squeezing his cock in an attempt to settle it down but instead his debauched mind went to what your manicured hands would look like around his cock. You had such pretty hands - they looked so delicate and felt so soft rested on his thigh with your pretty pink polish. The same pretty pink manicure that made him want to fuck you on the counter when you dug your nails into his back. He didn’t know he had a thing for being scratched before but the feeling of you pressing your nails into him turned him on an unexpected amount. He liked it so much, just the memory of your nails on his skin had his cock swelling in his hand. He groaned, seeing it leak for you. He shouldn’t, it wasn’t right but fuck did he need to. He couldn’t get you out of his head.
What would you look like on your knees for him? Perfect.
If you would tease him or if you’d take him all at once? You seemed like a tease.
If you swallowed? Fuck he hoped you did.
He couldn’t stop, the thought spiralled into more obscene scenes behind his eyelids as he pressed one hand against the wall of the shower and one hand stroked his cock. “You’re so good baby, you’re doing that so good,” he spoke to the image of you on your knees in the shower in his head. He’d gone past shame. He was deep in the fantasy of your soft lips around his cock, of your nails pressed into his belly as you bobbed your head along his length. He thought about your pretty face stained with tears as you took all of him. He thought about how your eyes would shine with the water washed over them. He thought about your moans vibrating on his cock as he picked up the pace of his hand along his cock. He couldn’t hold back his guttural moans that matched the ones from you in his fantasy - it was too good, you were too good. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he pumped himself to release - your name on his lips when the cum spilled from his aching cock. He dropped his head back after he came and sighed heavily, trying to shake the desperation from his mind with a shake of his head. He put his entire body under the water after that, not caring to get his hair wet, hoping the cold water would wash away his uncontrollable need for you.
He came out to the main area later, after his shower and a pep talk on self control to see you eating breakfast with everyone else in the house. He said good morning to everyone as a group, avoiding eye contact with you and taking a seat a few down from you. He didn’t say anything much during the breakfast, only speaking when spoken too. He took what you wanted to heart - you wanted to keep the two of you on the low so he kept a tight lip around everyone.
He was hoping to get you alone but even after everyone ate, you were busy chatting with the boys in what felt like a never ending conversation. He sighed, realising he wasn’t going to get his opportunity to ask you in person so he resorted to texting.
Are you busy today?
He asked you and watched for you to get the message. You did and you smiled when you saw it, taking a second out from your group conversation to reply.
No
You kept your response brief, glancing up at Trent when you pressed send.
Do you want to come out with me today? I have a sponsor thing to do
He quickly replied, hoping you’d say yes. He wanted to spend time with you and the only way to do that was to get you out of the house.
Okay, sure ☺️
You agreed and put your phone away before anyone got suspicious. Trent sat grinning at your answer and your smile matched his on seeing him across the table.
You left the table not long after Trent’s message, excusing yourself that you had to get ready to go shopping because Halle wanted you to get some things for her. You needed an excuse for why you were going to leave the house and your brothers easily believed that. When you got to your room you messaged Trent about the details, where you were going and what time. You told him you’d meet him outside when it was time to go - as to draw less attention to the two of you going out together.
“Hi,” you smiled, sitting next to him in the car and putting your hand on his thigh.
“Hi,” he smiled back at you and told the driver you were ready. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder and settling into the spot with your hand on his thigh. You were so happy to be alone with him where you could touch him in peace. “Have I told you I really like your nails,” he mentioned, with his eyes on your nails.
“Yeah? Thanks, I haven’t done my nails in a while but I thought I should for holiday,” you lifting your hand off his thigh, holding your hand out and admiring the nails before resting your hand back on his thigh.
“Looks really good,” he bit his lip, his eyes still on your hand.
“Thanks,” you lifted your hand to cup his chin with it, stroking his beard with your nails. Trent hummed at the touch, his eyes closing a bit before wrapping his much larger hand around your wrist and pulling your hand off his face. He gently kissed your fingers and pulled you a bit closer by your hand to rest his arm around your shoulders. He kept his eyes on your hand that was placed on his lap, stroking his thumb along your fingers in silence. You found his focus on it a bit odd but you liked the compliment - you’d definitely be getting your nails done more often. During the ride you settled into his side, watching tiktoks with him until you got to your destination.
When you got to the photoshoot site, Trent introduced you to people and you mostly kept a low profile until he was done. You sneakily took little photos of him while he spoke to people and posed for photos. You sent a few of them to him, as a joke, teasing him that he was so focused but some you kept for yourself.
“Ready?” he asked when he was done and you nodded. He put out his hand and you happily took it, following him out of the building with your hand in his and a smile on your face. After he was done with work, the two of you did a bit of shopping where he offered to get you things but you spent most of the time picking out things for him. He was sweet throughout the day, he even didn’t complain when you grumpily frowned about being hungry after having fought off the hunger for a couple hours because you didn’t know what you wanted when he asked initially if you were hungry. He just chose a place and took you to lunch. Fortunately, he had a growing knack for knowing exactly what you’d like and you were happy with his choice.
“So what’s your family like?” he asked you, taking a sip from his drink the waitress had just brought out. He was sitting opposite you in the modernly decorated restaurant.
“You already know my family,” you told him, clasping your hands together on the table.
“I know your brothers, but from your view, what’s your family like?” he rephrased the question.
“Hmm well my mum, she’s the boss of the house - she’s really great honestly, I could ask her about anything and she’d know what to do but she can also be a bit overbearing at times,” you started, talking to yourself a bit before catching his engaged expression.
“Do you fight?” he asked you.
“No…I mean we have arguments, I’m her only daughter of course we have arguments but we get over it…,” you shrugged, “we fought a lot when she left with Jude,” you continued in a softer tone, dropping your eyes. Trent noticed the shift in your attitude and sat up more in his chair.
“What happened?” he asked gently.
“It was tough, I felt like I had a lot more responsibility, she was treating me as if I was now the mum of the half of the house left behind,” your voice softened as you recalled, “that's kind of why Jobe and I are really close because he didn’t really cope well with mum and Jude moving to Germany so I had to support him through that,” you spoke freely about a topic you never did. Trent didn’t prod much, he moved to sit closer and he just listened. You uncharacteristically felt comfortable enough to get it off of your chest around him.
“So how are you with your mum now?” he asked.
“We’re good, I mean that might be because I accepted the responsibility and stopped complaining but yeah we’re good,” you relayed to him but he looked concerned. “We’re good, like I said she’s the kind of woman who can do anything, I admire her actually,” you mused, focusing your eyes on your drink and spinning the straw in the glass cup.
“Well it seems she’s raised you in that light,” Trent commented, making you look at him.
“You think?” you asked, not really thinking you were half the woman she was yet.
“Yeah, you definitely seem like that kind of woman who could do anything,” he smiled at you and you could see the truth behind his eyes.
“Thanks,” you smiled at him and put a hand over his forearm, “that’s really sweet,” you added and kissed his cheek.
“You’re welcome,” he politely replied. You continued to talk about your families, how you grew up; that you were really close with your brothers and your parents and Trent expressed he also was. It was comforting to know you both were family orientated. It made you more attracted to the idea of being with him. You felt like he was understanding you.
When you got back home you parted ways before walking in, he went to back and you went through the front of the house. You hid in your room for a bit, pretending like you didn’t come home at the same time as Trent, who was outside with the boys at the pool. After a while you went out to the pool, having felt bored and wanting to see your boy again. When you got out there in your purposefully sexy bikini you definitely felt the eyes on you. Everyone but your brothers stole a look but the only person you wanted to notice was Trent but he was in the pool lounging on a pool float unaware of your arrival. You went over to the pool chair facing the pool and away from everyone else.
“Having fun?” you asked and brought his attention to you. He double taked when he saw you, lifting his sunglasses off his eyes and starred a bit before answering.
“Yeah yeah, hey,” he stumbled over a response, his eyes glancing down to your boobs.
“You like my bikini?” you asked him and he turned his body more to look at you from his position on the floaty.
“Yeah,” he said, his eyes back on your chest. You smirked on seeing his eyes shift once more.
“Me too, it’s a bit tight though,” you started to tug at the top a bit.
“It looks good though,” he mindlessly commented, not knowing anything about if it fit well - he just knew you looked good.
“Yeah?” you asked and held the bottoms of the top, “you sure?” you asked and purposefully lifted the top up, letting your boobs free for him to see. His jaw fell open and he fell off of the floaty, splashing into the pool. You clamped your mouth shut not to laugh and quickly fixed your top because the splash got the attention of the lads behind you.
“Bro you okay?” Jude shouted to him as he resurfaced, wiping water off his face and looking around the pool for his sunglasses that were previously on top of his head.
“Yeah,” Trent coughed from swallowing the pool water, “yeah yeah, I just slipped,” he tried to save himself. You remained sitting on the chair fighting not to burst with laughter. Trent retrieved his sunglasses from the bottom of the pool and the group of boys' attention went back to their card game after a good laugh.
“That was very rude,” Trent said to you, having glided over to your side of the pool.
“What was? I didn’t do anything,” you played coy, smirking at him as he rested his arms on the edge of the pool. You sat on the edge of the pool chair, one leg folded on the chair and one foot on the floor.
“Really?” he asked, in disbelief you were acting innocent.
“Yes really,” you smirked, leaning over with your arms pressing your boobs together. He couldn’t help himself but look.
“You know now I can’t get out of this pool,” he chastised you.
“Why is that?” you continued to play dumb.
“You know why,” he gestured to the problem in his pants. You giggled and put on your sunglasses, smiling at his dilemma you proudly caused.
“The water looks warm, hope you enjoy it,” you continued to smirk.
“Come in with me,” he tugged your leg and you lifted your sunglasses and looked at him like he was crazy.
“Everyone’s here,” you warned him.
“So, they know you love the pool, I won’t touch,” he held his hands up in promise before resting them back on the pool ledge.
“Hmm,” you mulled it over, glancing back at where the boys were engrossed in their game and conversation, “fine, but I want the floaty,” you agreed and stood up. Trent watched you as you put up your hair and walked around the pool to the step-in entrance. He watched you slowly make your way into the pool until you were in deep enough that you were gliding over him. You always looked so comfortable and graceful in the water but then again he’d never seen you take an ungraceful step.
“Hi,” you smiled innocently, when you got close to him. Trent looked over your sweet smile but deviant eyes and shook his head in disbelief over what you’d just done without a care.
“I can’t believe I thought you were a good girl,” Trent came closer, enough for him to speak lowly so the conversation would only be heard between the two of you.
“I am a good girl Trent,” you winked at him, your smile morphing into a sly smirk on your lips, you moved even closer to him, glancing toward the boys who fortunately weren’t looking before looking back at Trent. “but that doesn’t mean I can’t be bad,” you smiled. You were within arms length of him and you took advantage by taking his hands under the water and putting them on your boobs. His eyes widened at your action but you pulled his hands off and backed away before he could say anything.
“You’re not helping me,” he groaned when you turned away.
“I didn’t plan to,” you said to him, moving over to the pool float he was previously on, “help me please,” you put your hands on the floaty, intent on going on it. Trent immediately came over to help you, holding on to it as you lifted yourself up. “Thanks,” you smiled at him and touched his face before laying out on the floaty, “this is nice,” you commented, sliding your sunglasses over your eyes. He chuckled and shook his head at your comment. You were so collected and he was on edge, fighting against himself to calm his horny thoughts - it was laughable. He tried to swallow his salacious thoughts and kept one hand on the floaty, keeping it steady as you lounged under the late evening sun. He didn’t say anything, he was too busy in his head thinking of dead cats to calm down.
You glanced over to him, seeing him spaced out and obviously in his head and decided to interrupt his thoughts. “Can I come to your room later?” You asked him, your sunglass covered your eyes to the sky. Trent snapped back into reality and questioned if he heard that correctly before grinning due his face tearing with excitement.
“Yeah of course,” he agreed with more excitement that he planned to express but he couldn’t help it.
“Cool,” you kept your expression calm to avoid attention and avoid giving him the benefit of how happy you were with that response, but you were excited as well. You’d spent most of the day with him but it had only made you want to spend more, particularly time where you didn’t have prying eyes.
You had a bit of casual conversation with him, mostly in whispers and keeping your eyes off him for your brother’s not to notice. Eventually, you told Trent it would be best for you two separate to not draw attention and since Trent got a grip on himself and talked his dick down from the excitement he left the pool and joined the boys playing cards. You spent a little time alone on the floaty, enjoying the somewhat solitude a bit before deciding to get out of the pool yourself. You dried off and went over to join the boys on Jobe’s invite. You were about to sit next to Trent but Jobe scooted over and you knew you wouldn’t get away with sitting next to Trent. You instead took a seat next to Jobe with your towel around your waist and waited to get dealt into the game. You played a few rounds and joined in the jokes with the boys until it was dark out. It was surprisingly enjoyable - especially watching Trent’s face light up when he was winning and watching him complain when he wasn’t.
You called it a night before the boys because you wanted time to really shower. You knew his full government name, you knew what kind of man on a date he was, you knew he opened doors and pulled out chairs, you knew what he did for work and you knew he was single and didn’t have kids and more importantly you knew you were horny as fuck. You knew enough to do more than kiss. You could only hold it together for so long. You spent a long time in the shower making sure when you stepped out you were squeaky clean and radiating the scent of vanilla. You thanked your earlier self for not getting your hair wet in the pool so you didn’t have to wash it and fight with your curls to dry just right. You restyled it and went on to moisturise every inch so wherever he kissed would taste good. You thought about makeup but you decided to be casual so you stuck to your lip gloss you’d caught him staring at your lips when you applied it and a little mascara to make your eyes pop. You got dressed, in sexy matching black underwear but with your button up silk pyjamas over to not give away all of your intentions right away. You’d just got done spraying your maneater perfume on when there was an aggressive knock on your door. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly who it was and begrudgingly told them they could come in.
“Hey,” Jude smiled, walking in with your youngest brother Jobe in tow, “Smells nice in here,” Jude commented before flopping down on the bed.
“Yeah it does,” Jobe agreed, joining Jude on your bed. You sighed, turning to face them with your hands on your hips.
“What are you two doing here?” you asked them, obviously not pleased with their presence.
“Mum wants to talk to us,” Jude explained and got off the bed to explore your vanity.
“About what?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Jude picking up your perfume, “what are you doing?” you asked him but he already sprayed it in the air.
“Oh this is nice,” he ignored you and sprayed it on his skin. You rolled your eyes and tried to take it back from him but he held it above you at a height you couldn’t reach. “Are you wearing this?” He brought it back to his line of sight to read the label, “why do you need perfume at night?” he asked and looked at you.
“Can’t a girl smell good?” you rhetorically asked, hiding the reason why. Jude shrugged and put the bottle down on the table, exchanging it for another beauty item of yours.
“Can you put that down and leave me alone,” you told him, looking back to Jobe as well to imply you wanted them both gone.
“Can’t, mum wants to talk to all of us,” Jobe said from the bed.
“Tell her I’m busy,” you successfully snatched your lotion from Jude after he scooped a disgusting amount out.
“Busy with what?” Jude asked, rubbing it into his bare arms.
“I’m just busy,” you folded your arms, refusing to explain. They both looked at you like you were being weird and ignored your excuse.
“I’m calling her,” Jude announced, going back to your bed and pulling out his phone. He called your mother before you could complain again. You sighed when you heard her voice and took up your spot on the bed, knowing your plans were definitely delayed.
You three spoke with your mum on video for a long time, she wanted you three to update her on everything and she went on tangents about what she and your dad were up to. Eventually the conversation circled to your activities and Jude with his big mouth spoke before you.
“She went out with our friend on a date - can you believe that?” Jude spoke to your mum, laying out all of your business that you would have kept to yourself.
“Jude!” you pushed him immediately on hearing his spill.
“A date?” your mother’s ears perked up, “with who?” she asked, wondering which friend you could’ve been out with.
“She went on a date last night with Trent,” Jude continued and you rolled your eyes away from the screen so your mother wouldn’t catch you giving attitude.
“Trent? Alexander-Arnold?” She clarified and you internally groaned, “Y/n is that true?” she asked and you sucked it up and took the phone in your hand.
“It wasn’t a date,” you tried to swing it that way first.
“It was, you told us it was,” Jobe cut off your attempted derailment from the truth. You shot him a sharp glare before looking back to your mother on the phone.
“It was just dinner,” you still tried to play it down, “he’s a friend,” you shrugged. You hoped mum would believe you and not press it but Jude stirred the pot with his agenda before you could read your mother’s feelings.
“She’s lying,” Jude stabbed through your ploy. “I spoke to Trent and he said he likes her,” he added to your demise.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone y/n?” your mother asked, with intrigue “Wait, isn’t Trent staying in the same house as you?” she asked, flipping from intrigue to concern you were under the same roof as a boy you liked. You almost scoffed at the tone switch. You knew you were in for hell now.
“Yes he is - can you please tell her to not date him, it’s actually gross,” Jude jumped into the conversation, not giving you a chance to surface for air.
“I agree, it is,” Jobe agreed and you fought back the desire to slap the teeth out of both their heads. “He keeps looking at her all the time and it’s making me ill,” Jobe pressed the point and you sat in shock at the ambush.
“Y/n,” your mother called your name in a tone that you knew the discipline whip was coming your way.
“Mum, before we get ahead of ourselves here - he’s…I…,” you stumbled a bit over what you wanted to say, “we’re friends!” you tried to circle back to that point.
“Well Trent would say differently - he said you two were getting to know each other,” Jude turned to you, stopping you in your tracks.
“He didn’t,” you said in disbelief, you knew Trent spoke to Jude but now you were worried about how much he said.
“He did and he said that he wanted to keep seeing you and you liked him too,” Jude carried on spilling your business.
“I-,” you didn’t know how to reverse this.
“They are together all the time and it’s really uncomfortable,” Jobe popped in. You didn’t think he'd put you out to the wolves like this but clearly they cared more about ruining your happiness than anything else.
“Y/n, maybe you could let this Trent thing go,” she sided with them.
“Mum!” you instantly protested, “they are being dramatic, it’s not that serious,” you tried to plead your side.
“Well if it’s not that serious you can let it go since your brothers are uncomfortable with you dating their friend,” she threw your argument out and continued to side with your brothers.
“Mum please, we aren’t even dating - we just hang out a bit,” you continued to try and play the friendship card even though you thought you’d be on his dick right now and not fighting for your life with your siblings.
“Well then it shouldn’t be hard to walk away, it would make things more peaceful,” she continued to agree with them. Of course, you loved her but you often had to be the one to take the high road in comparison to your brothers to keep the peace under her rule.
“So should I be talking to the walls then?” you folded your arms in a bratty display, truly pissed off now.
“Y/n don’t be like that,” your mother sighed at the obvious tension between you three.
“Don’t be like that!? Mum they are being so childish about this, “uncomfortable” you’ve got to be kidding me,” you outwardly complained. Your resolve snapping in half.
“He’s their friend y/n,” she tried to sympathise with the boys.
“Mum I’m sorry, but you’re actually losing it to agree with them, I already had to come here on this trip and now I can’t even talk to anyone?” your words rushing out in a louder tone as you complained, “now if I sat here and talked about all the girls they are talking to is making me uncomfortable then what?” you dropped and Jude’s face dropped with it.
“Y/n,” Jude said your name in a quiet plea for you to let that point go but you were already pissed off.
“No, because since you’re so loud about my life, why don’t you tell mum about the girl no sorry girls you were chatting to in the club or what about you, Jobe? Care to let mum know about what you’ve been up to?” you threatened to expose them further. The blood left Jobe’s face and Jude got immediately flustered, snatching the phone out of your hand.
“Mum, we got to go but we’ll talk later,” Jude rushed to say.
“Jude wait, what is y/n talking about?” she questioned and you smirked.
“Nothing, nothing - we’re supposed to watch a movie with everyone now and they’re calling for us,” Jude made up a quick lie.
“Yeah, they just texted its time so we’ll call later,” Jobe picked up his phone to add to his brother’s lie.
“Alright but I will call tomorrow,” your mother promised her questioning would come - you didn’t feel an ounce of remorse.
“Okay bye love you,” Jude added and hung up before she could say anything further.
“Y/n what the fuck!” Jude snapped at you as soon as he hung up the phone.
“I should be asking you that! Why did you go to her about me and Trent!” you got off the bed, standing on your feet.
“Because you lied to us that it was over,” Jude also got off the bed, standing on the opposite side.
“I didn’t lie,” you told them, but your tone fell because you did actually lie.
“Really? Because when I spoke to him he seemed very sure you two were going somewhere,” Jude dug into your lie.
“You didn’t give me a chance to speak to him, what do you expect?” you found the fault in his story.
“So have you spoken to him?” Jobe joined the battle, “Have you told him you’re not seeing him anymore?” Jobe asked directly and you looked at him with shame behind your eyes because you definitely didn’t.
“I…this is none of your business,” you stood your ground on the most important point here, “and I’d appreciate it if you two stay out of it,” you decided to push back rather than concede to appease them.
“How can we when it’s Trent you’re talking about,” Jude folded his arms.
“Well at this point Jude if you don’t stay out of it then I won’t be staying out of your business,” you threatened him, “Neither your’s Jobe,” you turned to him and levelled the playing field. They both frowned at that.
“Let’s just go,” Jobe got off the bed, knowing this was a lost battle. He went to Jude and started to drag him to the door. “Y/n we’re sorry,” Jobe apologised from the door but you had a feeling this apology was more of a plea to get you not to throw him and Jude in the fire they threw you in with your mother. You rolled your eyes and ignored his apology, getting into your bed. Jobe thankfully took Jude out of the room with him and left you in silence. You huffed and folded your arms across your chest before getting so frustrated with the reality over what just happened that you kicked and screamed in your bed to get out the frustration.
“I am never coming on holiday with them again,” you got out the bed once more, grabbed your phone, slipped on your house shoes and charged out of your room on route to the one person you felt you could talk to right now. You knocked heavily on Trent’s door with a scowl on your face. He opened the door soon after you started knocking but his face fell from a gleeful smile to confusion and concern over your obvious sour mood.
“You think if I beat my brothers to a pulp the American police will arrest me?” you surprised Trent with the fire in your voice. This was not what he expected when you asked to come to his room tonight. “I think I could handle prison abroad,” you commented in anger, walking past him into the room and confusing Trent further.
“What is going on?” he asked as you paced the room.
“My idiot, idiot brothers told mum I was seeing you in front of my face and now mum agrees with them that I shouldn’t talk to you,” you informed him while pacing in front of him, “can you believe that? They are so rude, like okay I get it it’s weird to see me with you but our mother!? They seriously had to involve our mother!” you complained with more pace in your speech, “I mean come on! I don’t rat out their personal lives to our parents! However, maybe I should since they have no damn respect!,” you spoke wildly with your hands, stopping periodically in your pacing to emphasise your point to Trent. He just stood there watching, trying to catch everything you were saying as your accent thickened with each word. “They are so evil because they know mum would side with them if they whine about it and what did they do? Whine about it! They know that and they used it against me!” you ranted and ranted. “Ugh I am so fucking pissed!” you cursed, surprising him with how upset you were. You were always so composed it was new to see you so snappy. You continued to pace, mumbling to yourself rather than speaking out loud to him. He watched you for a bit before taking a cautious step toward you.
“Y/n…,” you called your name to get your attention and stepped closer. You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with a deep scowl on your face - eyebrows furrowed so deep wrinkles formed between them. He sighed seeing the frown on your face and pulled you into him, wrapping his big arms around you and holding you tight. You were still at first, but soon melted into him, sinking into his hold as he rubbed your back. “I’m sorry that happened,” he spoke softly and kissed your head.
“I’m really annoyed,” you muttered into his chest.
“Do you want me to talk to them?” he offered and you shook your head against his chest, “No,” you looked at him and pouted, “That’ll make it worse,” you were sure.
“Maybe I should, I don’t like seeing you so upset,” he brushed his hand over your hair you spent so long to get perfect but in the moment you didn’t care. You sighed in his arms and rested your head back on his chest. “Tell me how I can make this better,” he continued to stroke your back. You weren’t sure what he could do but his offer alone made you feel better. It was nice to have someone on your side.
“Could we cuddle?” you looked at him with wide hopeful eyes and your arms tightly around his waist, “I really just want to sleep after that,” you admitted, a bit worried he’d be disappointed given the previous unspoken plan.
“You want to sleep here?” he asked, a bit shocked that you wanted that.
“Yeah if that’s okay,” you started to feel self conscious about your ask.
“Yeah of course, come on,” he swiftly assured you, sensing the drop in confidence in your tone. He took a small step back, releasing you from his hold and taking your hand in his, pulling you gently toward his bed. You started to follow him but then stopped.
“Wait, I can’t get into bed like this,” you stopped him.
“Why? You’re wearing pyjamas,” he looked over your pyjama set.
“Yes but my hair,” you told him, “I can’t put my hair on those pillows,” you told him looking over to the obviously not silk pillowcases on the villa bed.
“What?” he looked at you, thoroughly confused.
“Trent, my hair,” you thought you were stating the obvious, but he continued to look at you like you were speaking German. “I’ll be back okay, I just need to get my bonnet,” you patted his chest and left. You went back to your room, your mind totally focused on comfort. It was default when you were upset and you couldn’t see past that right now. You washed off the mascara, wiped off the lip gloss, and tossed the push up lacey bra aside. When you walked back into Trent’s room, he was standing there confused but when he saw you tying the bow in the front of your satin pink bonnet he got what you were talking about.
“Oh,” he said in realisation.
“Aren’t you going to cover your hair?” you asked him, putting your hands down once your bonnet was secure.
“I never have,” he admitted but immediately felt like that was the wrong answer when he saw your baffled expression.
“How do you expect to make those braids last Trent!?” you asked him in a level of outrage he didn’t expect over such a topic.
“I umm…I didn’t think about it,” he felt like he was in trouble.
“You didn’t? Okay whatever where is your durag you have to put it on,” you switched to ordering him rather than trying to understand his logic against the obvious requirement.
“I don’t have one,” he regretted admitting as your eyes widened in shock.
“You don’t have one? Trent!” you called his name like he committed a crime.
“I didn’t realise this was a big deal,” he shrugged. You looked at him and shook your head in shame.
“Tomorrow, I’m getting you one and I’m going to show you what to do because that’s crazy,” you told him and walking past him instinctively to the side of the bed furthest from the door, “raw dogging cotton pillow cases, what a crazy guy,” you mumbled to yourself and Trent chuckled at you, hearing your mumbles as you passed. He initially felt shame but now he liked the idea of taking it into your hands.
Your head was elsewhere when you got into his bed but once you were under his sheets you became very aware you were in his bed. “This isn’t your side is it?” you turned to him and asked, seeing he was now pulling the covers back on the side he was going to get in.
“Whatever side you want is fine,” he assured you and got into bed.
“Okay,” you turned to face the ceiling, tucked up to your chest below his sheet, “I mean if this is your side you can tell me,” you turned your head back to him. He laughed at your hyperfocus on the issue and pulled your body to him.
“It’s not,” he kissed your temple which calmed you down to comfort once more. You settled into his arms, feeling soothed by the soft strokes of his hand along your thigh that was across his body.
“This is not how I planned tonight would go,” you admitted to him. He hummed in response, having thrown out the idea of anything else from his mind the minute he saw you so stressed. “I wanted to be sexy not annoy you with my family drama,” you chastised yourself a bit internally for pouring out all your feelings a while ago.
“You aren’t annoying and…you are always sexy,” he gripped your thigh in his hand with that.
“Really?” you lifted your head to look at him, pressing your hands against his chest, “Sexy?” you asked, thinking he was overshooting that complement given in your upset state you just wanted to put on your bonnet, take your lipgloss and mascara off and jump into bed.
“Always sexy,” he put his hand under your top to rest it on your lower back and looked you over with the same lusty greed you’d seen in times you purposefully wanted to be sexy in his eyes. You giggled, leaning in closer to him. “And you smell so good,” he lost focus as you neared. You smiled at his compliments and kissed his cheek. He pushed your hip slightly, pushing you to straddle him. You took the cue, moving to lie over him rather than the side of him. You kissed from his cheek, to his ear and down his neck with soft kisses while he rubbed your back and took in how good you smelt. So good, he wanted to taste you. Your touch was innocent but the place his mind was going to wasn’t.
“Trent,” you pulled away from kissing his neck and lifted your head to look at him.
“Yes?” he answered, his eyes still closed until after the word left his lips.
“Thanks for letting me sleep here,” you gave him a little smile and climbed off of him to lie back on the bed. He was startled by your recoil and slow to respond because by the time he turned to you, you were facing away from him under the covers.
“Y/n?” he questioned you, not sure what he was going to ask. You didn’t answer, you reached behind you and pulled his arm to spoon you. He followed, moving closer to give you what you wanted. He was still confused as to how this went from you on top of him to this but he was still happy to cuddle. He settled into the position, his arm rested over your belly and you tucked into him - it was so comfortable he almost completely dozed off when he felt you move his hand. You quietly shifted his hand under your top and on top of your bare boob. His eyes shot wide awake at the obvious position his hand was now in but he waited for you to say something. When you didn’t, he decided to speak up.
“Y/n,” he called your name, and you said a soft and sleepy yeah in response, “is this what you want?” he asked, unsure if he should take the liberty to leave his hand on your boob.
“It’s comfy,” you told him, pushing your ass into him a bit under the guise you are getting more comfortable, “your hands are warm,” you told him. They were and it was comfortable but you also wanted to be a bit of a tease. You were no longer in the mood to push the boundaries all the way like you were early. Your fight with your brothers snapped you out of your mood but that didn’t mean you didn’t want any fun. Trent didn’t say anything but after a moment he inched himself a bit closer, adjusting his arm under your shirt to probably cup your boob in his big hand.
“Whatever you need,” he kissed behind your ear after adjustment. You nodded to his words and let your eyes flutter closed. It wasn’t as easy for Trent to settle into rest with your ass against his cock and your boob in his hand but eventually found rest. He drifted into sleep with the girl of his dreams in his mind and in his arms.
.
thanks for reading this series thus far, I hope you enjoyed this part and will stay tuned for part 5
let me know your thoughts ☺️❤️
Check out Trent x Bellingham sis tag on my blog for community conversations on this story 🥰
458 notes
·
View notes
bloom : one | joel miller
→ pairing: no outbreak joel miller x f!reader
→ WC: 2494
→ warnings: meet cute vibes, reader is single mom, small injury at work, Joel to the rescue using nontraditional techniques to help (I don't want to give it away), daughter is a teen and bleeds sarcasm, fluff and more fluff, mention of divorce and adoption.
→ a/n: some of you are probably like “wait, what is happening?!” i started this series on another account that i was using to take a break from this one. I had plans to finish this series out over there and then just abandon the account and move back here. but i love this series and want it to live here with my other work. so, im getting things set up so i can post part two later this week and move back to this account for good. also, this is series is a TLOU AU, so I've fudged all timelines and relationships to make it work for me. Ihope you like it, am very nervous to share it with you all.
two | series masterlist | main masterlist
You’re staring.
It would feel less awkward if it were somewhere else, anywhere but where you are right now. Like sitting a table away at a packed restaurant, enough people crowded around to lessen your obvious ogling of a handsome stranger, eyes locked on his profile as you hide behind the empty glass you’re pretending to sip from. The crossing of paths in a grocery store would also feel less awkward, a quick glance back over your shoulder after your carts squeeze through the nearly claustrophobic aisle, your gaze on him as he stares at the shelves filled with sugary snacks— he most definitely would have a wicked sweet tooth you think.
Unfortunately for you, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, it’s just you and him, alone in the store front of the floral shop— your floral shop.
He’d walked by the front window, stopping instantly to read the shop’s name in gold letters above the entrance, then hands cupped over his eyes and face pressed close to the glass contemplating the shop’s worthiness of his time.
It’s a corner spot, sitting at the crossroads of two of the town’s busiest shopping streets— prime location. Bold was a chance you took with painting the exterior black, even with the apprehension of the city council deeming it too “gothic” for the town's rather conservative appeal. The dark exterior paired with black and white striped awning over the door was the perfect balance of moody and romantic.
It was worthy enough, pushing the front door open he stepped inside, the automated bell signaling through the shop. The heaviness of his boots scuff across the wood floor a few steps, his broad body stopping in front of one of the cold displays that held an array of dramatic arrangements. His hands tucked securely into his pockets as he looks around aimlessly, it’s evident this isn’t a regular occurrence for him.
“Welcome to Wilder Floral. Is there anything I can help you with today?” You greet him from your workbench.
Your hands busily work to trim the ends and dethorn the stems of a bundle of antique mauve roses, one of your best sellers, then trimming off the lower leaves before placing them in a bucket of water.
“Not really sure at the moment. Just browsin’ for now.” His deep voice sounds through the small space, the raspy tone sending a tingle down your spine.
“Okay. Well, if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.” He nods to you, catching the way his gaze doesn’t immediately break from you, he gives you a half smile then continues to look over everything again.
You’re staring.
Your mind is filled with thoughts of only this handsome stranger, quietly watching him over the now full bucket of cleaned roses.
You note the way his hip cocks out to the side as he stands with his large hands secure against his small waist. His eyebrows pinch together briefly, a look of deep thought painted over his face accentuating the little crinkles around his eyes. After a moment, his beautiful face relaxes into a calmer expression.
You can make out every muscle that runs the length of his arms, the weight of the arrangement he’s now holding provoking the defined musculature. His arms lifting and turning the vase with ease, examining every detail of the floral design you created.
You’re still staring. You can’t help it though. Actually, you can, but your brain convinces you that you are just admiring, so that makes it more than okay— right?
“You know, if you take a picture it lasts longer!” A hushed voice pops up from behind you.
“Ouch!! God dammit, Ellie! Why do you do that?!” You yelp, tossing the rose stem you were holding onto the table.
“It’s too easy! You were lost in la la land over some grumpy guy looking at flowers. I saw an opportunity, so I took it.” She laughs, pushing your buttons brings her a weird satisfaction.
There’s a throbbing pain coming from your hand. Looking down you see part of a thorn had broken off and was now embedded deep into the pad of your finger— a rookie mistake at this point in your career. You wrap your other hand around the base of your fingers, hoping some pressure will elevate the pain.
“I’m glad you enjoyed this. Can you just go grab the first aid kit in the back, please!”
“Yeah, yeah. Try not to fall for him too hard while I’m gone— don’t think you have enough bandages to fix that mess.” She sulks away into the back room.
“Shit!” You hiss, the pain getting more intense and now radiating through your entire finger.
“You okay ma’am?” The handsome customer asks you, stealthy in his approach to where you’re standing, still clutching your hand.
He places the floral arrangement he was holding down on your work table, his feet still moving in an urgent manner until he is standing in front of you.
“Yeah— actually, no… The thorn broke off and it’s in there real good. It hurts and I’m trying really hard to not be a baby about it. Someone’s getting a first aid kit out of the back for me.” You hold your pained finger up to him.
“Do you want me to take a look at it?” His hands slowly reach out, your lips parted and ready to speak but words fail you, only managing to nod a response.
Your mind briefly wonders what Ellie is up to, but the thought vanishes instantly once his hands wrap around your wrist and he brings your injured finger closer to his face.
“My name is Joel.” He looks over to you, heat pricks over your cheeks as he holds your gaze. It’s a cosmic thing, his touch activating warmth you’ve longed for. A corner of his mouth lifts, you can’t help but fixate on the dimple that forms resulting in a barrage of flutters erupting in your chest.
“Hi Joel.” Giving him yours in return, his smile growing louder as he repeats it back to you softly, like he couldn’t wait to say it out loud.
He refocuses back on your injury. A pinched expression, similar to the one he wore earlier, is even more adorable up close— zeroing in on the small wound that was tormenting you.
Joel’s movements are dizzying, an unbridled enthusiasm that elicits a sudden burst of desire you hadn’t experienced in ages, but he senses you trust him at your willingness to let him take control of the situation. Bringing your finger to his mouth, he wraps his pillowy lips around the tip of your finger and sucks with a gentle pressure. You watch him unabashedly, completely mesmerized by the way he jumped into action, how his cheeks draw in from the suction.
Your eyes lock when he looks up from your hand, sensing your eyes already on him, his thumbs drawing circles over your wrist, soothing over your racing pulse, as he continues to suck at the fleshy pad of your finger. It feels nearly overwhelming, the fierceness of his warm brown eyes has an inebriating feeling blooming inside you.
A gasp shoots through your throat at the feeling of his tongue slightly flicks over the part of your finger that is in his mouth, pressing the back of your other hand against your lips, embarrassed by your reaction to the erogenous sensation.
The whole thing is over as quickly as it began. Joel is pulling your finger from his lips, his grip still holding on to your wrist as he lowers your arm down to your side. You watch as the tip of his tongue breaches his lips, his pointer finger and thumb picking at the small little thorn that was once lodged into your skin, now resting on his tongue. He rubs his lips together almost nervously, the weight of the whole situation kind of sinking in.
“Got it!” He rasps, holding the annoying culprit up between his fingers.
“How did you know that would work? I usually have to dig those out with tweezers. That was— wow, thank you.”
“I get splinters regularly— I’m a carpenter. Sometimes when I’m out on the job, gotta use what you have. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, just knew it needed to come out— the last thing you want is an infected finger.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t over step in anyway.
“No! Not uncomfortable in the slightest!! Thank you, seriously. Rose thorns can cause a mean infection too. I appreciate it—“
“I leave for two minutes and you’ve already moved onto second base with the guy?!” Ellie announces her reemergence, holding the first aid kit in her hands and a grossed out look on her face.
“Ellie!” Your body runs cold, completely mortified, ready to crawl into the nearest hole.
“He had your finger in his mouth— probably more like rounding to third if I’m being honest.”
You grab the kit from her hands, setting it on the counter, turning to see Joel still rooted in the same spot with his hands tucked into his front pockets and a tinge of red across his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry! Sometimes I think my daughter forgets she has a filter and that she can actively choose to use it before she speaks.” You try to make sure he isn’t the one who feels uncomfortable now.
“Adopted daughter, actually.” You roll your eyes at her need for technicalities. Adopted, yes, but daughter nonetheless. “Also, in case you were wondering, cause I’m sure you are, she’s single.”
“Ellie!” You look back at her with a sternness in your voice, eyes blown wide in hopes she picks up that she can stop at any point in time. Turning back to Joel, you mouth an ‘I’m sorry’, your shoulders dropping in defeat.
There’s an awkward silence that settles over the three of you. Joel looks like he doesn’t really seem to know how to diffuse the awkwardness at hand, Ellie has a shit eating grin she wears proudly when she knows she’s embarrassed you just enough, and you simply would like to evaporate into thin air.
“So, this is the part where you give your relationship status to her— makes this whole ‘her finger in your mouth’ thing feel a little less weird for all of us.” She has a point. You had been wondering that very thing, but how were you supposed to bring it up when he’s sucking a thorn out of your finger with his gorgeous mouth.
“Single— very much single.” He laughs at how forward she is, knowing she’s just looking out for you. “I do have a daughter, probably about your age too.”
“What, your wife die or something?” Ellie asks with zero hesitation.
“No. Just an ole fashion divorce. Anythin’ else you wanna to know?” He looks to Ellie, ready for whatever comes next.
She studies Joel for a beat, “Nope, that’s all.”
You release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, grateful to what ever greater power decided to switch Ellie’s filter back on.
Ellie turns to head to the back room, where she had previously been working on her homework, but turns on her heels in the process to look back at Joel and you.
“One last thing, she needs to be wined and dined before you even think about kissing her.” Then she's gone before you can say anything else.
The awkwardness creeps back into the room, you’re not really sure how to come back from all of that. You open the first aid box, rifling through the contents for a cleaning pad and small bandage.
“She seems like a fun kid.” Joel decides to take the lead, watching you swipe the alcohol pad over your finger.
“She is— she definitely keeps me on my toes at all times. But, she’s got a big heart under all her sarcasm.” You tell him. You grab for the bandage, but Joel beats you to it, snagging it off the table and ripping it open before you get the chance.
You hold your finger out in front of you, ready for him to wrap it up properly for you, but instead of sticking gauze, your wounded finger is met with his plush lips for a few seconds.
“Obviously, a kiss to make it better.” He smiles again and you melt, biting at your lower lip as he wraps the dressing around your finger.
“Thank you, Joel.”
“Speaking of daughters— mine is the reason I came here in the first place. I was wanting to get this arrangement for her. She passed a test she’d been stressin’ about. Thought I’d get her a little something to celebrate her.” Joel points to the flowers on the cash stand that he had been holding earlier, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out his credit card ready to pay.
“They’re on the house today.” You tell him as you walk up to your computer, imputing the information to zero out the sale.
“No— no, I can’t let you do that. Lemme pay for them please. Least I can do for all your time and talent you put in.” Holding his card out to you, insisting he pay in full.
“You practically saved my life,” A slight exaggeration, but he laughs anyway. “How about you come here for all your flowers in the future, instead of my competitors, and we’ll call it even.”
“I can do that. I might just have a need for flowers soon then, I’m sure I can find an excuse to come back for more— you think you can handle that?”
“Yeah— I can handle that.” Handing him the vase of flowers, hoping he does find an excuse to come back and tell you how much his daughter enjoyed them.
Joel walks a few feet in the direction of the door then stops, turning back to see you’re already busily back to work with a handful of flowers. He says your name, falling from his lips like sweet honey, and you don’t think you could ever get tired of him saying it the way he does. “I’ll be seein’ you around. Try to be safe until then, m’kay?”
“See you around Joel. I’ll keep the injuries to a minimum until then.”
“I’d prefer no injuries at all, actually.”
“I’ll do my best.”
You exchange goodbyes, watching him cross the street and get settled into his truck from the store front window. You’re not sure why you miss him, having only just met, but there’s a longing that’s started to burn inside your heart.
Joel’s truck merges onto the road, he takes one last glance in your direction, his hand thrown out the window waving at you as he drives off, planning his next visit so he can see you again.
next
191 notes
·
View notes