hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (6/8)
SYNOPSIS: Real Madrid football star Jude Bellingham has had a big crush on Delilah "Lila" Hamilton, the younger sister of Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton, for a while. As their budding romance unfolds, will they be able to navigate the pressures of fame and family dynamics?
PAIRINGS: Jude Bellingham x Delilah "Lila" Hamilton (face claim Rayan Xasan)
WARNINGS: cursing, f1/football b.s., overly protective siblings, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)
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A/N: Please note that this is a work of fiction and some things may not sound "exactly correct" but bear with me to make this work. Also, this chapter is rather long! Let me know if you like to be removed/added to the taglist.
P.S.: I decided to make the series longer - 2 more chapters until the end!
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The Barcelona sun beat down on the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya as Lila and Lewis made their way into the paddock. The familiar buzz of pre-qualifying excitement filled the air, mingling with the scent of high-octane fuel and anticipation.
Lila was dressed in a chic yet practical outfit - a cropped Mercedes team shirt paired with high-waisted jeans and comfortable sneakers. Her VIP pass hung around her neck, a familiar weight after years of attending races.
As they entered, Lewis was immediately swarmed by fans and media. He was sporting an all-white Zegna outfit - a v-neck short-sleeve shirt and pants that somehow managed to look both casual and runway-ready. The cameras were in a frenzy, capturing every angle of the racing superstar.
Lila's phone buzzed with a message from Jude: "Tell your brother to save some style for the rest of us mere mortals. Oh, and good luck! P.S. Missing you loads. Maybe I should score a hat-trick to impress you?"
She chuckled, typing back a quick response as she made her way to the Mercedes garage. There, she found Bono, Lewis's race engineer, hunched over a computer screen.
"So, how's it looking?" she asked, peering over his shoulder at the sea of numbers and graphs.
Bono glanced up, a wry smile on his face. "About as good as your understanding of telemetry data, I'd reckon."
Lila laughed, appreciating the familiar banter. "That good, huh?"
Lewis finally entered the garage, running a hand through his hair. "God, it's a zoo out there," he said, but his smile betrayed his enjoyment of the attention.
"Speaking of attention," Lila began, a teasing lilt to her voice, "Jude says hello and good luck."
Lewis's expression softened slightly at the mention of Jude. "Yeah? Tell him thanks. And... tell him to keep treating my baby sister right."
Lila rolled her eyes affectionately. "Ease up. He's doing just fine."
Lewis nodded, a mix of protective instinct and grudging acceptance in his eyes. "I know, I know. He's... he's not bad, that Bellingham kid."
"High praise indeed," Lila teased, nudging her brother's arm.
Lewis chuckled, then his expression turned more serious. "Alright, enough about your love life. We've got a qualifying session to dominate. You sticking around for the whole thing?"
Lila nodded enthusiastically. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Someone's got to be here to remind you not to get too cocky when you inevitably take pole."
"You're a mess," Lewis retorted with a grin. He turned to Bono, ready to dive into the pre-qualifying briefing.
As the garage buzzed with pre-session activity, Lila found a spot where she could observe without being in the way. She watched as Lewis transformed from her playful big brother into the focused, determined racer the world knew. It was a transformation she'd seen countless times, but it never failed to impress her.
The atmosphere in the garage shifted as the team prepared for the first qualifying session. Mechanics made last-minute adjustments to the car, while engineers pored over data screens. Lewis was in deep conversation with Bono, discussing strategy and track conditions.
Lila's attention was drawn to the screens showing the live feed from the pit lane. Other teams were beginning to roll out their cars, the competitive energy palpable even through the monitors. She felt a familiar thrill of excitement, the kind that only came from being at the heart of a Formula 1 race weekend.
As Lewis prepared to get into the car, he caught Lila's eye and gave her a quick wink. It was their pre-race ritual, a small gesture that said more than words ever could. Lila returned it with a thumbs up, silently wishing him luck.
"Lewis, you're clear for your out lap," Bono's voice crackled over the radio.
Lila held her breath as Lewis's car roared past, the familiar number 44 a blur of silver and teal. She couldn't help but smile as she heard the crowd cheer.
Between watching her brother's laps and listening to the team's radio chatter, Lila's attention was caught by an unfamiliar figure near the pit lane. A Black woman, nicely dressed and seemingly at ease in the chaotic environment, stood observing the proceedings.
Curious, Lila leaned towards Rosa, Lewis's communications personnel. "Hey, who's that woman over there? I don't think I've seen her before."
Rosa glanced in the direction Lila indicated, then quickly looked away. "Oh, um, you might want to ask your brother about that," she said, her tone careful.
Lila's eyebrows rose in surprise. This woman didn't seem like Lewis's usual type of fling. She carried herself with confidence and poise, appearing completely unfazed by the high-stakes environment.
As Lila pondered who this mystery woman could be, Lewis's voice came over the radio, "Box this lap, guys. Let's see where we stand."
The qualifying session progressed intensely, with Lewis pushing his car to the limit. Lila watched, her heart racing with every lap, as her brother fought for position on the starting grid.
"P3, Lewis. Good job," Bono's voice crackled over the radio as the final seconds of Q3 ticked away.
Lila let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. P3 wasn't pole, but it was a solid position for tomorrow's race. As Lewis brought the car back to the pits, she made her way towards the garage, eager to congratulate him.
The garage erupted in a flurry of activity as the car rolled in. Lewis climbed out, his face a mixture of satisfaction and determination. He pulled off his helmet, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.
"Nice work out there," Lila said, approaching him with a smile.
Lewis nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "Thanks, Li. We've got a good chance tomorrow."
Lila hesitated, then decided to broach the subject. "Hey, I saw this woman earlier. Near the pit lane. Never seen her before. She seemed... different."
Lewis's expression remained neutral, but Lila caught a flicker of something in his eyes. "Oh?" he said, his tone carefully casual as he walked out of the garage.
"Yeah," Lila pressed, following close behind him. "Is she... you know, a new fling or something?"
Lewis gave her a half-smirk, his response deliberately vague. "Not everything's about that, Li."
Lila narrowed her eyes, recognizing her brother's tell-tale signs of holding back. "Come on, Lewis. I know when you're not telling me everything."
Before Lewis could answer, Rosa approached. "Lewis, you've got media duties in twenty minutes. Might want to grab a quick shower first."
Lewis nodded, looking almost relieved at the interruption. "Right, thanks, Rosa." He turned back to Lila. "We'll talk later, yeah? I've got to get ready."
Lila wasn't ready to let it go. "Lewis, seriously. What's going on?"
Lewis shook his head, a mix of exasperation and amusement on his face. "It's not what you think, Li. Look, we'll talk later, I promise. I really need to get ready now."
With that, he headed inside his driver's room, closing the door behind him and leaving Lila standing there, curiosity unsatisfied.
Motherfucker.
As she made her way back to the garage, Lila's phone buzzed with another message from Jude. She smiled, momentarily distracted from the mystery of the unknown woman. Whatever was going on with Lewis, she'd find out eventually. For now, she had a boyfriend to catch up with.
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Sometime later, Lila was seated at a desk in her hotel room, phone propped up in front of her as she FaceTimed Jude. Her face scrunched up in mild frustration as she recounted the earlier scene in the pit lane. "I'm telling you, there was this random woman just standing there, watching everything, and when I asked Lewis about it, he got all weird. Like, weird, Jude. He still hasn’t explained anything."
Jude, however, seemed less than captivated by Lila’s hyper-focus. He was laid back on his couch, his signature calm demeanor unbothered by her theorizing. "Babes, if Lew’s fucking someone new, that’s his business, not yours."
Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me? Lewis was all up in our business when we first started dating. You know he gave you the third degree!"
Jude raised a hand in mock surrender, grinning. "Touché. But leave that man alone, Li. Maybe he’s trying to settle down, huh? Don’t you want nieces and nephews?"
Lila let out a sardonic laugh. "Nieces and nephews? Jude, he’s never settling down. At least not until he retires, and we both know that."
Jude shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "A man’s got needs."
Lila shot him a teasing look, eyebrow raised. "Oh, do they now? You sound like you’re speaking from personal experience, Judey Bear."
Jude laughed, his deep voice resonating through the phone. "That wasn’t what you were saying a few days ago when I had my head between your legs… What was it again? 'Ooh Jude, baby, yes, mmhmm Daddy'…"
Lila’s jaw dropped. "I did not call you Daddy! I would never call a man besides my actual father 'Daddy,'" she retorted, her voice laced with indignation.
Jude raised an eyebrow, giving her that look—the look that silently called her out on her bullshit. Lila rolled her eyes and laughed, putting the finishing touches on her makeup as they continued to chat. She had dinner plans with her brother and was using the conversation to distract herself from the lingering curiosity about the mysterious woman.
"Alright, how do I look?" Lila asked, angling her phone so Jude could see her in full view—her outfit a mix of casual chic, perfect for dinner but not overly dressed up.
Jude smiled appreciatively. "Beautiful, as always. Just remember, it’s your brother you’re having dinner with. Don’t need to look too good."
Lila laughed, blowing him a kiss through the screen before they said their goodbyes. With a final check in the mirror, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, making her way to Lewis’s suite.
Once she reached Lewis’s room, she fished out the spare keycard he’d given her and let herself in. "Lew?" she called, her voice light as she glanced around. "We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up!"
Hearing nothing in response, Lila ventured further into the suite, her steps slowing as she reached the bedroom door. The faint sounds of movement and groans inside made her pause. "Lewis?" she called again, a bit louder this time. But as she pushed open the door, her breath caught in her throat.
There, in the low light of the room, was her brother, his tattooed bare-back sweaty as hell and clearly in the middle of… activities. The comforter covered most of their lower halves, but there was no mistaking what she had just walked into.
"Oh my fucking God! I’m gonna be scarred for life!" Lila yelped, quickly turning her back and covering her eyes.
"What the fuck, Li?" Lewis’s voice rang out, filled with shock as he quickly scrambled to cover himself. Moments later, Lila heard him getting up and fumbling for clothes. "Why didn’t you knock?" he demanded.
"I dunno, why didn’t you?!" Lila shot back, eyes still closed as she stood rigid in the hallway. "Remind me again how you barged into my flat unannounced?" she countered, opening her eyes to head back to the living room. She folded her arms as she heard Lewis’ footsteps approaching.
"That’s different," Lewis muttered, clearly flustered as he appeared in the living room, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants. He ran a hand through his braids, sighing. "Fuck, Li, I’m sorry you had to see that."
"Trust me, I’m sorry too," Lila quipped, still half in shock. "You’re paying for my therapy after this." Lewis couldn’t help the small smile that crept up his lips. "You’re laughing at my trauma," she accused.
"Li, trust me, I’ve caught Mumma Linda and Dad a few times. Look how I turned out."
"Oh my God, EW!" Lila shrieked, horrified, as she dramatically covered her ears. Just then, the woman—the woman—poked her head out from the hallway, a playful smirk on her face.
"Is it safe to come out yet?" she asked, making Lewis chuckle.
"Yeah, it’s safe," he said, giving the woman a small smile.
Lila squinted, eyeing the woman closely. "Wait… You were the woman at the pit lane today."
"Guilty," the woman, who was now dressed in one of Lewis' dress shirts, replied casually as she leaned against a couch with a confident ease. "I’m Amara, by the way."
Lila’s gaze flickered between her brother and Amara. "Amara who?" she asked, sensing there was more to this story.
Lewis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Amara who’s… my friend, Li," he said, the word ‘friend’ sounding far too casual considering the circumstances.
Lila gave him a pointed look, folding her arms. "Be so fucking for real, Lewis. I just walked in on you two having sex. At least try to be honest."
Lewis’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise at her bluntness. "Okay, fine. Amara and I have been seeing each other for a bit, since earlier this year. I asked her to come to the race weekend… and you know, to meet you."
"To meet me?" Lila echoed, her skepticism obvious.
"Yeah. That was supposed to be the plan at dinner," Amara chimed in, a sheepish smile on her face. "We kind of got… carried away."
Lila rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I noticed."
Lewis chuckled softly. "Look, I was gonna tell you about all this… at dinner. Just didn’t expect you to walk in on us before I could explain."
Lila sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement bubble up inside her. "Alright, fine. But I’m never letting you live this down."
"Fair enough," Lewis replied, grinning.
Lila looked between Lewis and Amara. "Well, what do we do now?" she asked with a slight edge in her voice. "By the time you two finish showering and getting ready, we’ll have missed the reservation."
Lewis offered her an apologetic smile. "Yeah… sorry, Peanut. I know you were looking forward to the restaurant," he said.
Lila gave him a bratty pout, feeling a genuine pang of disappointment. It wasn’t easy finding places that catered to both their picky diets—good vegan options for Lewis, non-vegan but still gourmet for her. Tonight's spot had checked all the boxes for once, and now it seemed like it wasn’t happening.
"Peanut?" Amara suddenly interjected, her face lighting up in a mix of surprise and amusement. "That's cute."
Lila immediately narrowed her eyes, her stance shifting slightly. "Just so we’re clear—you’re not allowed to call me that."
Amara raised her hands in mock surrender, the smile not leaving her face. "Okay, okay. Duly noted."
Lila straightened her shoulders, assessing Amara again. "You look familiar, though… beyond today, I mean. You do modeling?"
Amara nodded. "Yeah, I do."
Lila's lips pressed into a thin line. "Of course you do. One thing about Lewis is that he never strays too far from his habits."
"Not too much, okay?" Lewis cut in, giving his sister a light warning look. "Don't make me sound like an asshole."
Lila smirked. "Too hard not to," she scoffed, then paused as a lightbulb went off in her head. "Wait a minute… didn’t you model for SKIMS?"
Amara laughed softly. "A little while back, yeah."
"I knew you looked familiar." Lila's eyes sparkled with a mix of recognition and mischief. "You did that campaign with—"
"Jude," Amara finished, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did."
Lila’s pursed smile became slightly more forced, and her eyes sharpened. "Wow, Lewis. Our circle is so small."
Lewis chuckled, though he sensed the subtle tension creeping into the room. "Sure is."
"Jude’s very nice," Amara added casually, her tone light.
Lila shot her a glare that could slice through ice. Nice? She may have been one of many models in that campaign, but in Lila’s world, Amara still had to pass the 'sister test' before they could move to pleasantries about her boyfriend.
"Listen," Lewis said, sensing the tension thickening. He turned toward his sister, trying to keep the mood light. "I’ll order us something to make up for the missed reservation." Lila’s eyes flickered between him and Amara, and she let out a long sigh, her voice dripping with stubbornness. "Be nice, Peanut," Lewis warned gently as he locked eyes with her.
"Or else what?" Lila shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"No new car…" Lewis said simply, giving her a knowing smile before disappearing back into the bedroom.
Lila rolled her eyes, flopping into an armchair as Amara sat on the couch across from her, keeping a respectable distance but well within the line of fire. Lila studied her, taking in her posture, her attitude—so far, Amara seemed cool, confident, and unfazed. Not backing down, but not arrogant either. It was a trait Lila could admire… not that she’d ever admit it.
"So," Lila began, her voice measured but still carrying that hint of protective sister energy. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight," Amara replied, her tone steady, unbothered.
Lila raised an eyebrow. "Of course you are," she muttered, almost to herself. "My brother always did like pretty young things."
Amara heard it, of course, but she remained calm, her expression unreadable as she countered, "And what’s so bad about that?"
Lila gave a small smirk, leaning back in the chair. "Nothing bad, just… predictable."
Amara raised an eyebrow, challenging her subtly. "Maybe predictability’s not such a bad thing."
Lila wasn’t used to being challenged so directly by her brother’s… whatever Amara was. She narrowed her eyes. "So, what are your intentions with my brother?"
Amara held her gaze, not flinching. "Honestly? I like him. We’re having fun, seeing where things go. We respect each other’s boundaries."
Lila's mouth twitched in amusement. "Boundaries, huh? I’ve heard that before."
Just then, Lewis reappeared from the bedroom, having changed into a fresh T-shirt and joggers. "Alright, I ordered dinner. It’ll be here soon."
Amara stood up, brushing a hand over her clothes. "I should probably shower and get properly dressed," she said, shifting her gaze between Lewis and Lila. She paused for a moment, then added with a wry smile, "It was nice to finally meet you, Delilah."
Lila gave a curt nod, her expression cool but not hostile. "Likewise, I guess."
Once Amara disappeared into the bathroom, Lila turned her attention back to Lewis. "So," she started, her arms crossed again, "what exactly is this little… thing with Amara?"
Lewis sighed, sitting down across from her. "We’re having fun, Li. I don’t know, we’re seeing where it leads."
Lila gave him a pointed look. "And here I thought you weren’t getting serious with anyone until you retired."
Lewis shrugged, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah, I thought so too. But… Amara’s cool. She gets it. She respects my boundaries, and I respect hers."
Lila raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "So, you like her?"
Lewis smiled faintly. "Yeah, I do. She’s different. Keeps me on my toes."
Lila sighed, leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Well, I guess we’ll see how this pans out."
Lewis chuckled softly. "Yeah, we will."
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Jude laid back on the lounge chair, his arms tucked behind his head as he gazed out at the horizon from the Weimarer Resort, enjoying the family day before the upcoming match against Slovakia. A week had passed since Lila's visit to Barcelona for Lewis's race, and the drama with his mysterious new fling, Amara. Honestly, Jude didn't care. As far as he was concerned, Lewis could do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted—as long as it meant staying off his and Lila's backs for a while. It was also his 21st birthday today, and while he didn't feel drastically different, there was a sense of milestone about the day.
He glanced over at Lila, who was sprawled out next to him on her own chair, scrolling through her phone. "You still thinking about Lewis?" Jude asked lazily, his eyes half-closed.
Lila snorted softly, not looking up from her phone. "Barely. Still a bit salty that he couldn't even be honest with me from the start. But whatever, that's his problem now."
"Good," Jude said with a smirk. "Means he won't be in our business for a while. Let him be preoccupied with Amara, so I can get preoccupied with my girlfriend."
Lila rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You're ridiculous."
"Maybe," Jude grinned, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Come on, we should meet up with Trent before heading into Erfurt."
They spent some time with Trent, sharing laughs and inside jokes. Trent couldn't resist teasing Jude about his lovesick behavior. "Man, you're proper gone for her, aren't you?" he laughed, nudging Jude.
Jude just shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "Can you blame me?"
"Nope, anyways happy birthday, mate," Trent said as he pulled Jude into a hug.
"Thanks, bro. We're celebrating proper when I get back!" Jude told him.
As they were leaving, Lila insisted on driving to Erfurt for dinner with Jude's family. "I'll drive," she said, twirling the car keys around her finger.
Jude shook his head, grinning as he followed her. "Of course you will. It's not like I could if I wanted to."
"Still can't believe you don't know how to drive," Lila teased as they made their way to the car.
Jude shrugged casually. "What can I say? I've got people for that."
"Yeah, well, in this case, I'm your people," Lila quipped as she climbed into the driver's seat.
"And you can barely reach the pedals, short stuff," Jude teased as he settled into the passenger seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "I feel like you need a booster seat, darling."
Lila shot him a mock glare, starting the engine. "Keep talking, Bellingham, and I'll leave you at the curb."
Jude feigned hurt, pouting petulantly. "Even on my birthday?"
"Yep," she countered, popping the 'p'.
The drive to Erfurt was filled with their usual banter and laughter. As they neared the restaurant, Jude could sense Lila's nervousness. "You'll be fine," he reassured her. "Mum's been looking forward to this since the Champions League game."
"Really?" Lila asked, surprise evident in her voice.
"Yeah," Jude nodded. "After that match, she's been itching to see you again. Dunno why you're worried."
Arriving at the restaurant, Jude's family greeted them warmly. Denise hugged Jude tightly. "Happy birthday, love," she said, before enveloping Lila in a warm hug. "Lila! It's so good to see you again, love," she exclaimed warmly.
The table was set with a small pile of wrapped gifts at Jude's place. As they ate, Jude opened his presents - a new watch from his parents, designer sunglasses from Jobe, and a few other thoughtful gifts from extended family. Lila handed him a small, elegantly wrapped box last.
"It's not much," she said softly, "but I hope you like it."
Inside was a sleek, personalized leather wallet. Jude's initials were embossed on one corner, and when he opened it, he found a small photo of the two of them tucked into one of the pockets.
"Li, this is perfect," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
Throughout dinner, the conversation was peppered with birthday wishes and reminiscences of Jude's childhood and he couldn't help but notice the way his mum kept engaging Lila in conversation, her eyes twinkling with approval.
"Jude talks about you all the time," Denise said at one point, her smile making Lila feel more at ease. "It's so nice to finally have you here with us again."
Lila glanced at Jude, who looked slightly embarrassed but happy nonetheless. "He does?"
"Oh yeah," Denise laughed. "Non-stop. It's like I already know you."
As they were finishing their main course, Lila excused herself to the bathroom. Once she was out of earshot, Denise leaned over to Jude and whispered, "She's a keeper, love. Don't let this one go."
Jude felt his cheeks warm slightly. "I know, Mum. I don't plan to."
Mark chimed in, "She's got a good head on her shoulders. And she clearly cares about you."
"Plus, she can actually drive," Jobe quipped, earning a playful swat from Denise.
When Lila returned, the lights dimmed. A group of waiters appeared, carrying a large cake adorned with 21 candles. Everyone sang "Happy Birthday," and Jude felt his cheeks warm as he blew out the candles. As they dug into the cake, Jude couldn't help but reflect on the fact that he could now legally drink in America, though it held little significance given his ability to do so for years in Europe.
"So, how does it feel to be 21?" Mark asked, grinning at his eldest.
Jude shrugged, smiling. "Honestly? Not much different. But I'm grateful to be here with all of you."
Denise turned to Lila, "So, tell me more about this Versace campaign. It must be exciting."
Lila's eyes lit up. "It really is. I'm still pinching myself, to be honest. We're working on some designs that blend classic Versace with more sustainable practices and of course some inspiration from Petite Soeur."
"That's wonderful," Mark said. "It's important to use your platform for good."
"And individuality too," Denise added. "I'm glad they let you be you."
Jobe leaned in, curiosity piqued. "So, do you get to keep all the clothes?"
Everyone laughed, and Lila shook her head. "Not all of them, but I do get some perks."
Jude couldn't help but marvel at how well Lila fit in with his family. She was laughing at his dad's terrible jokes, discussing football tactics with Jobe, and sharing fashion tips with his mum. He grinned, squeezing Lila's hand under the table. He had no intention of letting her go anytime soon. As he looked around the table, seeing Lila laughing with his family, Jude felt a warmth spread through his chest. For the first time in a while, he felt like everything was falling into place.
"Enjoying your birthday?" Lila asked, catching his expression.
"I am," Jude replied softly. "This is nice, isn't it?"
Lila's smile widened. "It really is. Your family is wonderful."
As they left the restaurant, Jude and Lila walked with his parents, continuing the easy conversation from inside. Denise looped her arm through Lila's, her voice warm as she spoke. "We should definitely do this again, love. Maybe next time dinner with everyone—your family too."
Jobe, ever the jokester, chimed in, grinning widely. "She's part of the family now, officially my sister! But let's be real, she's always been my sister."
Lila laughed, touched by the sentiment. "Aww, Jobe. You're sweet."
"Well, now Jude's gotta teach you Jamaican patois," Jobe added with a mischievous grin, earning a raised eyebrow from Lila.
Lila's eyes widened in amusement. "Wait a minute—Jude didn't tell me he spoke patois."
Denise wagged a finger at her eldest son. "You know I taught you better than that, Judey."
Lila's grin turned almost wicked. "Yeah, Judey. What's up with that?"
"Come off it, Li," Jude groaned, shaking his head. "I'll teach you. Don't worry, Mum. I'll get her in on some lessons."
Denise smiled approvingly before turning to Lila. "Did your father ever teach you any Grenadian creole?"
Lila shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. But we visit once a year, so I've picked up a few… bad phrases from my aunties and cousins."
Denise laughed. "Well, that's something at least. Maybe next time I can teach you how to make some rum cake."
Jude's face lit up instantly. "Ooh, Mum, please! Her rum cake is amazing."
"But we only have it on special occasions," Jobe added, then with a sly smile, "You and Jude should get married."
It was like a record-scratch moment—an awkward pause settling over the group.
Jude shot a wide-eyed look at his younger brother, "You're wildin', Jobe."
Mark pulled Jobe into a mock headlock, ruffling his hair. "I think you've had too many pints tonight, mate."
Denise cut in, giving her husband and younger son a warning look that instantly made them stop horsing around. "What Jobe meant to say," she clarified with a calm smile, "is that the cake is very special. It's a recipe mothers traditionally teach their daughters. Since I don't have any daughters of my own… I figure you're the closest I'll get to that."
Lila's eyes misted up at Denise's words. "Aw, Denise, I'd love that… wow, I was so scared of meeting you guys again. Thought I screwed up the first meeting a little bit."
"Why would you think that?" Denise asked, genuinely surprised.
Lila glanced at Jude, then back at Denise. "Well, the kiss at Wembley and—"
Denise waved it off, smiling kindly. "Oh honey, that little kiss didn't sway me. It takes more than a quick smooch for me to dislike someone."
"Well, that's a relief," Lila said, laughing softly.
Mark touched Denise's arm. "Honey, we should let the kids enjoy the rest of their night. And tuck Jobe in before he starts any more wild suggestions."
His father shot his mum a look, one that both Jude and Jobe knew all too well. The brothers pretended to gag, recognizing the familiar glances between their parents.
"Oh yuck, Dad…" Jobe muttered, while he walked over to Lila, wrapping her in a hug. "See you at the match, big sis." Jobe then dapped up Jude. "Bye, mutt," he quipped narrowly dodging a playful swing from his older brother before jogging off toward his parents’ car.
"Jobe! Not nice!" Denise called after him, shaking her head before turning to Lila and Jude. She gave them both warm hugs and kisses on the cheek. "Talk to you both later, okay?"
Mark followed suit, giving them both a hug before heading to the car. As Lila and Jude walked back to her car, Jude couldn't help but smirk at her. "You good after all that?" he asked, his hand resting on the small of her back.
"Yeah, that was… really nice," Lila replied softly, a smile playing on her lips.
They climbed into the car, Lila behind the wheel as usual, and she started the drive back to the resort. As the quiet night streets of Erfurt passed by, Jude leaned back in his seat, eyes on Lila as she focused on the road, a comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the soft melodies of Snoh Aalegra filling the car. After a while, Jude ceased the quiet, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"So, about Jobe's joke about us getting married..."
Lila chuckled, keeping her eyes on the road. "He's quite the character, your brother."
"Yeah, he can be annoying sometimes," Jude admitted, "but I know you like him."
"I do," Lila nodded. "It's nice seeing you as a big brother. Makes me wish I wasn't the baby of the family."
"Really?" Jude asked, intrigued.
"Mhm. Nicolas is much more laid back than Lewis, and so are Nicola and Samantha. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be the older sibling."
Jude laughed softly. "Trust me, it's not always fun." He paused for a moment, then added, "Speaking of family... what do you think your dad will make of me?"
Lila shrugged. "Honestly? I've never brought a guy home before. But I think he'll like you, based on your character. Dad's less emotional than Lewis, more analytical."
"How so?" Jude pressed, curious.
"Well," Lila began, "he was a bit hard on Lewis and Nic as they grew up. But he's gotten better. Having a daughter kind of softened him, I think." She glanced at Jude. "What about your dad? Is he hard on you?"
Jude shook his head. "Nah, not really. I mean, you saw him tonight. He's pretty affectionate. He wanted us to do things for ourselves, not because he played semi-pro."
"That must have been interesting, growing up with a dad who played semi-professionally."
"It was," Jude agreed. "The only difficult part was... well, he was raising black sons in a crazy world, but he did his best, learned a lot along the way."
Lila nodded, understanding in her eyes. "That couldn't have been easy."
"It wasn't," Jude said softly. "But it made us who we are, you know?"
Jude’s words hung in the air between them as they arrived back at the Weimarer Resort, their conversation slowly fading into silence. They strolled through the hallways, the soft hum of the resort’s ambiance filling the space. Jude reached for his room key, opened the door, and let Lila walk in ahead of him before closing it behind them.
Before he could say anything, Lila practically pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his in a heated kiss. Jude let out a low groan, caught off guard but certainly not protesting as he instinctively pulled her closer. Her sudden boldness made his pulse race.
"Lila," he murmured between kisses, his lips tingling from the intensity of her embrace.
She grinned wickedly, pushing him back toward the bed. "Lie down," she commanded, her voice husky, her eyes dark with desire.
Jude raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Yes, ma’am," he replied playfully, easing himself down onto the bed.
Lila climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss him again. Their mouths moved together in a rhythm that felt almost too natural, too easy. Jude’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, her thighs, making him ache with want. He could feel himself growing harder with every kiss, his body responding to the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips.
Lila’s kisses moved from his lips down to his neck, her teeth grazing against his skin as she pressed soft, sensual kisses there. Jude moaned, his head falling back as her lips sent waves of pleasure through him. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer as the heat between them grew.
Suddenly, Lila pulled back, her bold demeanor faltering as a shy smile crept onto her face. The contrast between her initial assertiveness and her sudden hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by Jude.
"What’s wrong, Lila Bila?" Jude asked, his voice soft as he caressed her hips, trying to reassure her.
"I want us to do it tonight," she said, her voice tentative, almost uncertain. "Make love…"
Jude’s eyes widened at her words. "Oh…"
"Yeah…" Lila bit her lip nervously, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "Do you want to?"
Jude studied her face for a moment, trying to read her expression. "Do you really want to do it, or do you think you have to because it’s my birthday?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern.
Lila hesitated, her eyes dropping to the bed. "Both?" she said softly, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced. Letting out an exasperated breath, she looked at him with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "Don’t you want to? I mean, you can’t be satisfied with us only fooling around, can you?"
Jude kissed his teeth, almost dismissively. "We don’t 'fool around,' Lila," he said, making her blink in confusion. "Darling, that’s part of our intimacy, alright? We’re sharing something together, learning about each other."
"But how much can we learn?" Lila pressed, her brows furrowing. "Be honest with me, Jude. Are you completely satisfied with me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation, his voice steady and sure.
"Even though we haven’t gone all the way yet?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
"Yes, Delilah," Jude said, using her full name to emphasize his sincerity. "I’m not running around with blue balls, you know? If you’re talking about having a release, we get plenty of that. I’m fine with what we’re doing."
Lila leaned in closer, her hands resting on his chest. "Even with me being a virgin?"
"Yes, Lila. Even with you being a virgin," Jude reassured her, his hand gently cupping her chin. "There’s no rush, babes. Why do you think there is?"
"Because," she huffed, clearly frustrated, "you’re so experienced and I’m not. All of my friends have done it already…"
"That doesn’t mean anything," Jude said, shaking his head. "We’re focused on us, okay? And when the time is right, I promise I’ll dick you down accordingly," he teased, flashing a grin. "But not tonight, Lila. You’re obviously not ready." Lila’s pleading puppy dog eyes bore into him, but Jude wasn’t falling for it. "Puppy face won’t work on Daddy right now," he said, causing her to let out an audible gasp.
"Jude!" she exclaimed, her face scrunching up cutely in mock outrage.
"What?" Jude said between laughter. "You do call me 'Daddy,' Li. Stop being in denial about it; there’s nothing wrong with a little kink." He winked at her for added effect. Lila wrapped her hands around his neck playfully, feigning menace. "Ooh, and a little stroke and choke?" he teased. Jude growled playfully, pulling her closer. "Look at you, making your way through the freak guide in record time."
"Jude, I swear to God, I’ll—"
"What?" Jude interrupted, leaning up slightly as he removed her hands from his neck. His lips brushed against hers again, teasingly. "What’re you gonna do, babes? Tell me."
Before she could answer, Jude flipped them over, making Lila yelp in surprise before giggling. He hovered over her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over her body as he deepened the kiss.
"Tell Daddy what you’re gonna do," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he moved lower, his hands working to unbutton her top. With her help, he quickly unhooked her bra and stared down at her breasts, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You’re so fucking hot, babes," he murmured, his tongue swirling around her nipple as he sucked gently, then harder, drawing a gasp from Lila. She arched her back, pressing herself further into his mouth, her hands tangling in his curls as the heat between them intensified. Jude’s free hand massaged her other breast, his thumb brushing over her other nipple as he lavished attention on her, taking his time to savor the moment.
"You taste so good," he muttered between kisses, his voice thick with desire. He moved to her other breast, repeating the same slow, sensual strokes of his tongue, sucking and tugging gently with his teeth, making Lila moan softly, her body responding to every movement of his lips.
Jude could feel the tension building between them, her soft gasps urging him on. His kisses began to trail lower, down her stomach, making her shiver with anticipation. As he reached the waistband of her pants, Jude looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "You ready for more, Lila Bila?"
Lila could only nod, her breath hitching as he slid her pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. Without hesitation, Jude lowered himself between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs apart as he pressed a soft kiss against her inner thigh. He took his time, teasing her with light touches before his mouth finally found her center.
Lila gasped, her fingers curling into the bedsheets as Jude’s tongue flicked over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. His movements were slow and deliberate, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes, knowing exactly how to work her body. Lila’s breathing became more ragged, her hips moving of their own accord as Jude’s tongue continued its torturous rhythm.
"Oh, Jude," she moaned, her voice breaking as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers joining in, slipping inside her and curling upward, making her cry out in pleasure.
He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her moans growing louder, more urgent, but just as she was nearing the edge, Jude pulled back, leaving her panting and wanting more. He smirked at the needy look on her face, loving the way she looked so undone beneath him.
"Jude," she breathed out, half-exasperated, half-pleading.
"Patience, babes," Jude murmured against her lips, his voice low and teasing as he kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his mouth. The sensation made Lila shiver, her body melting into his as the kiss deepened, soft moans escaping her.
Jude pulled back slightly, his hand trailing down her body, fingers brushing over her stomach and making her squirm beneath him. "Stay right there," he whispered, giving her a quick wink as he got up from the bed.
Lila watched him, her breath shallow, heart racing. She had no idea what he was planning, but the anticipation made her body thrum with excitement. She propped herself up on her elbows as Jude made his way to the closet, rummaging through it for a few moments before returning with something in his hand.
Her eyes widened when she saw the sleek, discreet-looking vibrator. She had mentioned wanting to try one out once or twice, but she never expected Jude to actually go out and get it for them.
"Surprise," he said, grinning as he held it up."Thought you might like to have a little extra fun tonight."
Lila’s cheeks flushed, her body tingling at the thought. "You really got one?"
"Of course," Jude replied smoothly, climbing back onto the bed. "You said you were curious, right? Figured it’d be fun for us both to play with." He kissed her neck, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now lie back, baby. Let me take care of you."
Lila swallowed hard, excitement and nerves coursing through her. She lay back down as he instructed, her breath coming quicker as Jude settled between her thighs, pressing a soft kiss just above her hipbone.
When his lips finally went back to her center, his tongue flicked against her in rapid strokes.
"Yes, baby," Lila gasped.
Then, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he reached for the vibrator, turning it on with a low hum. Lila’s breath hitched, her body already hypersensitive from Jude’s attention.
He met her gaze, his eyes a darkened obsidian. "Ready, babes?"
Lila nodded, unable to form words.
Slowly, Jude pressed the vibrator against her, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as Jude continued to work her with both his mouth and the toy, the combination pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Jude," she moaned, her hands moving to grip his hair as her entire body tightened. Jude didn’t let up, the vibrations and his tongue driving her wild until finally, the tension snapped, and she came hard, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
Jude stayed with her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was panting, completely spent beneath him.
He pulled away slightly, turning off the vibrator and setting it aside before crawling back up to kiss her, his lips soft and tender against hers. Lila was still trembling, her body buzzing from the intensity of it all, but she kissed him back with all the energy she had left.
"That was…" Lila trailed off, her voice shaky as she caught her breath. "Incredible."
Jude smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "Glad you liked it."
"I more than liked it," she said, laughing softly as she touched his face. "You’re dangerous with that mouth of yours."
Jude chuckled, giving her a quick kiss before pulling her into his arms, his body warm and solid against hers. "Well, it’s not over yet, babe," he whispered in her ear, his voice full of mischief.
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"
Jude grinned, kissing the side of her neck. "Your turn."
Before she could respond, he pulled back, his hands moving to guide her down his body. Lila caught on quickly, her heart racing with excitement as her hands moving to undo his pants as she shot him a daring grin. Jude’s heart raced as she pulled his boxers down as well, freeing his erection.
Jude let out a low groan as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers working him with slow, deliberate strokes. His head fell back against the pillows, his eyes closing as he gave himself over to the sensation.
"I love touching you," Lila said, her voice soft. Then, without another word, she lowered her mouth onto him, taking him in slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each movement.
"Fuck, Lila," he muttered, his hand finding its way into her hair, guiding her rhythm as she sucked him off. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she was getting better at this, her movements confident and sure as she took him in with more intensity.
Every stroke of her tongue, every flick over the sensitive head, had Jude panting, his hips starting to buck slightly in response. The pressure was building fast, the sensation overwhelming as Lila’s mouth worked him to the edge.
"Shit," Jude groaned, his muscles tensing as he felt himself getting closer, her mouth pushing him right to the brink. "I’m about to—"
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before he exploded, his release hitting hard as he came in her mouth. Lila didn’t flinch, though, taking all of him, swallowing eagerly as he moaned through his climax.
As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Jude lay there, breathing hard, watching Lila as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a small, almost smug smile on her face.
"Damn," Jude breathed out, grinning as he propped himself up on his elbows. "You’ve really gotten good at swallowing, haven’t you?"
Lila laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Shut up, Jude."
He chuckled, pulling her back up to him and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No, seriously. You’ve improved, Li. I’m proud of you," he teased, winking at her.
She swatted at his chest, but there was no mistaking the smile on her face as she curled up beside him, their laughter filling the room.
Jude pulled Lila close, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along her arm as they lay together in the afterglow of the moment. He glanced down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"You know, Li," he began, his voice low and sincere, "you mean a lot to me. This… tonight… it’s been the best birthday I’ve ever had. And not just because of, well, all this." He gestured vaguely between them, a playful grin on his face, "But because you’re here, with me."
Lila giggled softly, snuggling deeper into his side. "Jude, we didn’t even do much. I mean, we had cake, messed around a little..."
He laughed, his chest rumbling beneath her. "Yeah, but it’s more than that, Li. It’s not about doing something big or crazy. It’s about the fact that I got to ring in my 21st birthday with my family… and with you." He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair for a moment. "That’s what makes it special."
Lila looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You really mean that?"
"Absolutely," he said without hesitation, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend it. You’re my girl, Lila. And having you by my side tonight? That’s everything."
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly at his words. "You’re really sappy tonight, Jude."
He laughed again, pulling her even closer. "Maybe a little. But you deserve it. Plus, it’s my birthday. I’m allowed to be as sappy as I want."
Lila giggled again, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Okay, birthday boy. You win. I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all that matters."
"Happy doesn’t even begin to cover it," Jude murmured, his hand sliding up to stroke her hair gently. "This is perfect."
They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence, before Jude spoke again, his voice soft but filled with warmth.
"Thank you, Lila. For making this the best birthday ever."
She smiled against his chest, her heart swelling at his words. "Anytime, Jude."
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Lewis settled into the couch inside his hotel suite, a mix of frustration and acceptance lingering from his P4 finish at the Austrian Grand Prix. He knew he should be content with the points, but the competitor in him always yearned for the top spot.
As he turned on the England vs Slovakia game, Amara walked in with a tray of snacks. "Thought you might need these," she said, setting them down on the coffee table.
Thanks," Lewis smiled, appreciating her thoughtfulness. As the pre-game coverage began, he noticed Amara's slightly puzzled expression. "Not much of a football fan?"
"Not really. We don't follow it much in the States," she shook her head. "There's Jude, though," Amara pointed out as the camera panned to number 10 warming up on the pitch. "He's looking good out there."
Lewis nodded, feeling a surge of pride despite himself. "Yeah, he's doing well. Kid's got talent, I'll give him that."
The camera then swept across the stands, focusing on a familiar face. "And there's Lila," Lewis said, seeing his sister sitting with Jude's family.
The commentators' voices filled the room: "And there we see Jude Bellingham's girlfriend, Lila Hamilton, sitting with his family. For those who might not know, she's the sister of seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton and has recently made waves as Versace's newest ambassador."
"Quite the power couple they're becoming," the other commentator added. "Young Bellingham's star is certainly on the rise, both on and off the pitch."
Lewis felt a mix of emotions hearing them talk about Lila and Jude. Pride in his sister's accomplishments, a touch of protectiveness, and a grudging respect for Jude's handling of the spotlight.
"They really are in the public eye, aren't they?" Amara mused, glancing at Lewis.
Lewis nodded, his eyes still on the screen. "Yeah, it comes with the territory. Lila's handling it well."
As the game kicked off, Lewis found himself fully invested, explaining plays to Amara and cheering for England. But part of his mind kept drifting to Lila, hoping she was handling the attention okay. He made a mental note to check in with her after the match.
"Lila's really sweet," Amara commented during a lull in the action. "I'm glad I got to meet her in Barcelona."
Lewis chuckled. "Yeah, she's alright. When she's not being a pain in my ass, that is."
Amara playfully swatted his arm. "Come on, she's not that bad."
"Nah, she's great," Lewis admitted, his tone softening. "Just don't tell her I said that. Can't have her getting a big head."
They continued watching, and Lewis found himself relaxing more. He wrapped an arm around Amara's shoulders, pulling her closer. The domesticity of the moment struck him - sitting on the couch, watching football, snacks within reach. It felt foreign yet comforting, a stark contrast to his usual fast-paced lifestyle.
He thought back to his conversation with Lila in Barcelona. He and Amara were still figuring things out, but there was no pressure. They were going with the flow, and Lewis found he quite enjoyed it.
"This is nice," he murmured, almost to himself.
Amara looked up at him, a soft smile on her face. "Yeah, it is. Though I have to say, your sister grilling me was quite the experience."
Lewis laughed. "She takes after me in that department. Sorry about that."
"Don't be," Amara replied. "It shows how much she cares about you. It's sweet."
As the game progressed, Lewis found himself equally invested in the match and the woman beside him. It had been a while since he'd allowed himself to simply enjoy moments like these. No racing, no public appearances, just... this.
The comfortable silence was broken by a sudden roar from the crowd on TV. Lewis's attention snapped back to the game, just in time to see Jude make a brilliant pass. He couldn't help but grin, both at the play and at the thought of how excited Lila must be in the stands.
Maybe, he thought, this was what it was all about - finding a balance between the adrenaline of his career and the simple joys of moments like these. As he settled in to watch the rest of the match with Amara, Lewis felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This, he decided, he could definitely get used to.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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