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⭐︎ a look into wilo's relationship side

✯ word count: 6,720

✯ amirah: finally another relationship side but Wilo edition, i fear that this might have topped my Ibou one, like share repost and make sure to leave notes!!!. i have been thinking about him for a long while now so this was bound to happen. enjoy!!

Morning Kisses: Wilo’s favourite way to start the day is with a soft kiss on your forehead. He’s always gentle, making sure to wake you up slowly. When you open your eyes, he’s already smiling at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

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' The first rays of sunlight would filter softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You were nestled under the covers, still tangled in the soft sheets, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Wilo’s chest beside you. His steady breathing was a quiet rhythm, one that always lulled you into the most peaceful sleep.

But then, as the morning grew a little brighter, you’d feel a soft touch—one that made your heart flutter every time. Wilo’s lips, warm and tender, would press a light kiss to your forehead. He did it so gently, as though he was trying to wake you without disturbing the calm that surrounded you both.

It was always the same kiss. Always on your forehead, always soft, and always filled with so much love. He would pull back just a little, enough for you to open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the morning light. And when you did, you were met with the most beautiful sight: William, smiling at you like you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

His smile was a mix of adoration and tenderness, and it made your heart swell every time. You could feel his gaze on you, soft and full of affection, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you, right there in that moment.

“Good morning, ma chérie,” Wilo’s voice was always low and smooth, like a melody you could never get tired of hearing. He loved waking you up this way, taking his time to let you come into the day at your own pace, to make sure you knew how much he cared for you from the very first moment of your morning.

You let out a sleepy sigh, stretching just a little before your hand reached up to gently touch his cheek. His stubble was still a little rough, but that didn’t matter to you. What mattered was the way he made you feel—like you were cherished, like you were the one thing in the world that mattered most to him.

“Morning,” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

Wilo chuckled softly, his fingers running through your hair, his touch tender and loving. “I love waking up to you,” he said, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips as his gaze never left yours. "Every morning, it’s like a new chance to remind myself how lucky I am."

You smiled back at him, feeling your heart race as it always did when he looked at you that way—like you were everything. “You make mornings so much better,” you whispered.

Wilo leaned down again, placing another soft kiss on your forehead, lingering there for just a moment longer. “I could do this forever,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of affection.'

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His Voice Gets Even Deeper: When he's alone with you, that deep French accent gets even sultrier. When he's close, you swear it’s like he’s whispering straight into your soul. The way he says your name? damn.

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You knew Wilo’s voice was deep. Everyone did.

That rich, baritone rumble, laced with his smooth French accent, was already enough to make heads turn whenever he spoke.

But when it was just you and him?

Alone, in the quiet of your apartment, no cameras, no teammates—just his body close, his lips by your ear, his voice meant only for you?

It was something else entirely.

You’re standing in the kitchen when you first hear it tonight.

Wilo walks in behind you, fresh out of the shower, smelling like his woodsy cologne and warm skin. His presence alone is commanding, and before you can react, his arms slip around your waist from behind.

His breath grazes your neck, and then—

"Ma belle…”

Oh. Oh.

Your fingers tighten around the counter.

It’s that voice.

Lower than usual. Richer, deeper. The French lilt thicker, like honey dripped over every syllable.

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of his chest pressed against your back, the way his fingertips lazily skim over your hips.

"You didn’t hear me come in?” he murmurs, lips just barely brushing your ear.

Your pulse spikes. No, because you were too busy existing in peace before he decided to ruin you with his voice.

“I—” You clear your throat. “You were quiet.”

Wilo hums—a low, amused sound, vibrating against your skin.

"You’re distracted."

He’s right. And he knows it.

The corner of his mouth ghosts over your jaw, and then—

"Tell me, ma chérie…”

You physically shiver.

The way he says your name? It shouldn’t sound that good. That seductive. That intimate.

You press your lips together, refusing to let him win, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.

Wilo, however, is patient.

His hands slide up your waist, slow and deliberate, fingertips brushing under the hem of your sweater. His lips hover over the shell of your ear, breath warm, teasing.

"You like when I speak to you like this?"

Your stomach flips.

You want to tell him off, play it cool—but then he leans in even closer, his mouth right by your ear, voice dropping to a sinful whisper—

"Or is it the way I say your name?"

You lose. Completely.

Because yes, it is the way he says your name. The way it rolls off his tongue, the way it sounds deep and intimate and possessive, like it was meant only for him to say.

Wilo chuckles when he feels your body tense.

He knows.

His lips graze your neck—just enough to tease.

"I’ll take that as a yes."

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He’s a Tease: Wilo knows exactly how to make you blush. He’ll casually slide his hand around your waist or brush your cheek, and before you know it, your heart’s racing, and you're already lost in him. His touch is always lingering just a bit longer than it should.

Whispers Before Sleep: He loves whispering sweet things in French while you’re both drifting off. Sometimes, it’s sweet things, sometimes, it’s a little more naughty—his voice making everything sound way too seductive for you to handle.

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Nights with William always felt different.

It wasn’t just the warmth of his body, the solid weight of him beside you, or the way he always pulled you just a little closer before you fell asleep.

It was the way he whispered to you.

Low, deep, French words laced with sleep and something even softer.

And right now?

His voice was dangerous.

You’re lying in bed, tangled in the sheets, wrapped in William’s warmth.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall as his arms stay locked around your waist.

You’re barely awake, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, but William?

William is still awake.

And he’s whispering.

"Tu es si belle, ma chérie…"

His voice is so deep—that slow, sleepy rumble that makes your breath hitch.

He’s not even trying to do anything.

Not really.

But the way the French drips off his tongue so smoothly, so effortlessly?

It’s too much.

You shift slightly, and his arms tighten around you.

"Toujours aussi magnifique… même comme ça." (Still so beautiful… even like this.)

Your heart stutters.

His lips brush against your temple, soft, warm, lingering.

"Tu sais que je t’aime, hein?" (You know that I love you, right?)

You swallow, nodding against his chest.

He hums—a deep, content sound, his fingers drawing lazy circles against your hip.

You should be asleep.

But his voice—his damn voice—is keeping you wide awake.

And then—

"Tu es à moi, bébé." (You are mine, baby.)

Oh.

Your breath hitches.

Because this time—his voice is different.

Softer. Slower. Lower.

It’s not just sweet.

It’s something else.

Something possessive.

Something dangerous.

Your fingers tighten against his chest. You don’t dare move.

But Wilo? He knows.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. His hand slides up your thigh, warm fingers skimming over your skin. And then, right by your ear—his voice drops to a sinful whisper.

"Dors bien, ma belle..." (Sleep well, my beautiful.)

A pause.

And then—

"Pendant que tu le peux encore." (While you still can.)

Your entire body heats up. Wilo just smirks, pressing a lazy kiss to your hair before closing his eyes.

He’s not asleep. Not yet. But he knows you won’t be able to, either.

Not after that.

Not after his voice, his touch, his words.

And that’s exactly what he wanted.

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The Way He Looks at You: When you catch him staring at you, it’s not the kind of look that says "I’m just admiring you." Nah. It’s the kind of look that says I’m imagining every little thing we could do together right now. And when you notice, he smirks, not even trying to hide his thoughts.

Unpredictable Passion: Sometimes, Wilo likes to catch you off guard. One minute he’s being playful and sweet, and the next minute, he’s pulling you into him for a kiss so intense, it makes you forget everything around you. You never know when the switch will flip, but you know it’ll be worth it.

Quiet Nights In: Sometimes, after a long day, all Wilo wants is to snuggle up with you on the couch. He’ll put on your favourite movie, making sure to have your favourite snacks ready. It’s the kind of simple evening that feels like pure bliss.

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The living room is dimly lit, a warm glow from the lamp in the corner. The air smells faintly of popcorn and your favorite candles, and outside, the city hums softly, muted through the windows.

Wilo is already on the couch, stretched out, his arm resting on the back of the cushions—waiting for you.

When you walk in, you pause.

There’s a blanket. There are your favorite snacks, perfectly arranged on the coffee table. And on the screen?

Your favorite movie, queued up and ready to go.

Your heart squeezes.

“You planned this?” you ask, a small smile playing on your lips.

Wilo just shrugs, eyes soft, lips curved into that lazy, knowing smirk.

"Tu as eu une longue journée, non?"

(You had a long day, didn’t you?)

You exhale, shaking your head, but you can’t stop smiling.

Because he had a long day, too. Training. Meetings. More training.

But instead of crashing into bed, he’d come home and thought about you.

You don’t even hesitate before climbing onto the couch and into his arms.

He shifts instantly, pulling you against his chest, wrapping you up in his warmth. His chin rests against the top of your head, his fingers lazily tracing circles along your back.

The movie starts, but neither of you really pay attention.

You feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and soothing. His breathing is slow, deep, like he could fall asleep at any moment.

And then—

"Ça va, mon amour?"(You okay, my love?) he murmurs, voice low and soft. You nod, sinking further into his warmth.

Wilo hums, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Je t’aime," he whispers.

(I love you.)

You smile against his chest, fingers curling into his hoodie.

"I love you too."

And in that moment—with the movie playing, the world quiet, and William’s arms wrapped securely around you—everything feels perfect.

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The Softest Whispered “I Love You”: Wilo’s “I love you” is soft and sincere. He’ll say it when you’re cuddling, when you’re laughing together, or even when you’re both just looking out the window, enjoying each other’s presence. Every time he says it, it feels like a warm hug for your heart.

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It’s late. You’re both exhausted, lying in bed, your head resting on his chest.

The room is quiet, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

Wilo’s fingers lazily trace patterns against your back, his other hand resting over yours.

And then—

He sighs.

Deep, content, like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

"Je t’aime."

He says it so quietly, like it’s not even meant to be spoken—just felt. Like it’s his first thought before falling asleep. Like he’s reminding himself, not just you.

Your throat tightens. You squeeze his hand. "I love you too."

Wilo hums, pressing a soft, sleepy kiss to your forehead.

And then—

"I know."

His voice is warm, certain.

Because with him?

You’ll never have to doubt it.

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Supporting Your Dreams: Wilo is always there to encourage you in everything you do. He listens patiently when you talk about your ambitions and dreams, and he always reassures you that you’re capable of anything. He believes in you even when you doubt yourself.

Late-Night Conversations: There’s something special about staying up late, just talking to Wilo. The world feels quieter at night, and he’ll listen to you talk about anything and everything. Whether it’s your dreams, your fears, or your favourite memories, he’s always there to listen and comfort you.

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You’re lying in bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlights outside.

Wilo is beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily draped across your waist.

Neither of you are tired. Not really.

So you talk.

You tell him about your childhood dreams, the things you wanted to be when you were younger.

You tell him about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of a celebrity, about how you still cringe thinking about it.

You tell him about your biggest fears, the ones you don’t say out loud too often.

And Wilo?

He listens.

Really listens.

Nodding, humming softly, his fingers tracing lazy shapes against your hip.

He never rushes you. Never interrupts.

Just lets you unravel.

And when you pause, when your words slow and your thoughts get heavier, he speaks—

Soft. Deep. Reassuring.

"Tu n’as pas à t’inquiéter, mon amour." (You don’t have to worry, my love.) His voice is like a warm blanket, wrapping around you, making you feel safe.

"Je suis là." (I’m here.)

You look at him, eyes meeting in the dim light.

And there’s something in the way he looks at you. Like he’d listen to you talk for a thousand years. Like nothing you say is ever too much.

You smile, shifting closer, tucking yourself against his chest. "Promise?" you murmur.

Wilo’s lips brush your forehead, soft, lingering. "Always".

And with that, the weight on your chest feels a little lighter.

Because with him, you never have to hold anything in.

With him, you’re always heard.

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Watching Arsenal Together when he is not playing/injured : Watching Arsenal games together is one of Wilo’s favorite things. But what he loves more than the match itself is watching your reactions when the team scores. He gets this soft, proud look in his eyes, knowing that his heart belongs to someone who supports him, both on and off the field.

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Wilo should be on the pitch.

He should be out there, in the thick of it—defending, controlling the game, doing what he loves.

But instead, he’s here.

Sitting next to you in the players’ box, a warm coat wrapped around his broad shoulders, watching Arsenal fight for three points without him.

And he hates it.

Hates the way his leg bounces with restless energy, hates the way his fingers clench into fists whenever the defense is tested.

But what he doesn’t hate?

Watching you.

Because if there’s anything keeping him sane right now, it’s you.

“Babe, chill,” you murmur, resting a hand over his.

Wilo exhales sharply, loosening his grip, letting you intertwine your fingers with his.

“I can’t help it,” he mutters. “I should be out there.”

Your heart tugs at the frustration in his voice.

You know how much this kills him. How much he hates sitting out, watching instead of playing.

But if there’s one thing you know?

He’s still Arsenal.

Still part of the team.

And you’re going to remind him of that.

So when Arsenal scores, and the entire stadium erupts, you don’t just celebrate—

You turn to him first.

Grabbing his jacket, shaking him excitedly. “Wilo! Look! They did it!”

And for the first time that night, his frustration cracks.

Because he sees you.

Eyes sparkling, fully invested, fully in love with the club he plays for.

And suddenly, all the bitterness of not being on the pitch? It’s drowned out by how much you care.

Wilo chuckles, finally letting himself enjoy the moment.

His free arm wraps around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Tu es incroyable, mon amour." (You’re incredible, my love.)

And when you turn, confused, he just shakes his head, smiling.

Because maybe he’s not playing today but as long as you’re next to him—

He still wins.

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Cooking Together: Wilo loves cooking for you, but he loves cooking with you even more. You two will team up in the kitchen, laughing as you both try to make a perfect meal. It’s messy, fun, and filled with little moments of joy.

Tight hugs after matches: After an intense game, when he finally finds you in the crowd or in the tunnel, he doesn’t care who’s around—he grabs you in a tight hug, holding you for a long moment as if you’re the only thing that matters. Sometimes he buries his face in your neck, whispering a soft “I missed you.”

Taking random photos of you: His phone is full of random pictures of you—laughing, eating, even just reading a book. He loves capturing little moments when you’re not paying attention because, in his eyes, you’re the most beautiful when you’re just being yourself.

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Wilo’s camera roll? It’s 90% you.

Not the posed, picture-perfect shots where you actually know he’s taking a photo. No, those aren’t his favorites.

His favorites?

The random ones.

The ones where you don’t even know he’s looking. Because to him, that’s when you’re the most beautiful.

You notice it one day, scrolling through his phone while he’s resting beside you on the couch. Your face fills the screen again and again.

Laughing mid-conversation. Frowning in concentration while reading. Holding a fork with food halfway to your mouth. Even one of you, fast asleep, curled up in his hoodie.

You blink. “Wilo… what is this?”

He barely looks up from his book, lips curving slightly. “My gallery.”

You roll your eyes. “I can see that. But why do you have—this many photos of me?”. Wilo finally glances at you, eyes warm and completely unapologetic.

"Parce que tu es magnifique." (Because you’re beautiful.)

Your breath catches. He says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like there’s nothing strange about having hundreds of random, blurry, silly, and candid photos of you.

Like he just wants to keep every version of you—

The ones you don’t even notice. The ones that make his heart ache with how much he loves you.

And really—

How are you supposed to argue with that?

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Loves when you watch his games: He pretends to be all cool and focused before a match, but the second he spots you in the stands, his whole mood lifts. After the game, he’ll walk over, all sweaty and out of breath, and the first thing he does is kiss your forehead before saying, “Did I play good for you?

⭐︎

When the final whistle blows, when Arsenal secures the win, Wilo should be celebrating with his teammates—

And he does, for a second.

But then, his first thought?

You.

So he barely even thinks, just walks straight toward where you’re waiting near the tunnel, still slightly out of breath, still covered in sweat.

And without hesitation, he cups your face gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You giggle, scrunching your nose. “Wilo, you’re sweaty.” He grins, not caring at all.

"Did I play good for you?"

Your heart melts instantly.

Because the way he says it?

Like your opinion is the only one that matters. Like all the praise in the world means nothing if you’re not proud of him.

You shake your head fondly, reaching up to brush damp curls from his forehead.

“You were amazing, baby,” you murmur, eyes soft.

And just like that—

William Saliba, big, strong, unshakable center-back—

Blushes.

Because nothing feels better than knowing he played well.

But knowing he played well for you?

That’s everything.

⭐︎

You guys have inside jokes : You and Wilo have so many inside jokes that his teammates are constantly confused. He’ll say something random mid-conversation, and you’ll both burst out laughing while everyone else just looks at you like, “…Okay?”

⭐︎

It happens during a team dinner.

You’re sitting next to Wilo, scrolling through your phone when he leans over and casually whispers,

"its brown"

And just like that—

You lose it. Choking on your drink, slapping a hand over your mouth as you start laughing way too hard.

Wilo?

He’s already grinning like an idiot. Because he knows exactly what he just did. The two of you are dying while the rest of the Arsenal squad just sits there, staring.

Bukayo frowns. “What—what’s funny?”

You try to explain, wiping tears from your eyes. “It’s—it’s from this one video—”

“No, no,” William interjects, shaking his head dramatically. “They won’t get it.”

And the thing is—

He’s right.

Because the second you try to explain, it just sounds so dumb. But that’s the best part.

You and Wilo have so many of these little things—stupid memes, random phrases, weirdly specific jokes that have built up over time. And he loves it.

Loves that no matter where he is, no matter how serious football gets— With you, there’s always laughter.

Always this.

And as you both keep giggling, ignoring his teammates’ looks of pure annoyance , Wilo just leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "you're the best"

And honestly?

He wouldn’t trade this for anything. Not even if it meant his teammates finally understood what the hell you were laughing about.

⭐︎

Building IKEA Furniture Together: One time, you two tried assembling IKEA furniture, and it was chaos. Wilo insisted he didn’t need the instructions (he did), and at one point, you had to take over because he was so confused. Now, every time you see an IKEA store, he just groans and says, “Never again.”

Calls You Cute Nicknames in French: Wilo loves using little French nicknames for you, like mon amour (my love), ma belle (my beautiful), or mon ange (my angel). And if he really wants to fluster you, he’ll say them in that deep voice of his, smirking when he sees you blush.

Puppy-Dog Eyes When He Wants Cuddles: If you’re busy and he wants attention, Wilo will literally just stare at you with the softest puppy-dog eyes. He won’t say anything—just pouts slightly until you sigh and cuddle up to him. Then he grins like he knew you wouldn’t resist.

Visiting His Childhood Neighborhood in France: One day, he takes you to Bondy, the place where he grew up. He shows you the streets he used to play football in, the little shops he’d visit as a kid, and even introduces you to old friends and coaches.

Watching Horror Movies Together : You say you can handle horror movies, but Wilo knows the truth. The second something jumps out, you jump into his arms, and he just chuckles, wrapping an arm around you. He’s completely unfazed. No reactions, no fear—just casually eating snacks while demons are crawling out of TVs. “You okay?” he asks, smirking when you clutch his arm even tighter. If you get too scared, he immediately suggests switching to a rom-com, pressing soft kisses to your hair as he says, “I like when you watch cute movies with me better.”

Rainy Day Movie Marathons : If it’s pouring outside, expect a cozy day in. Hoodies, blankets, snacks—the works. He lets you pick the movie, but if he finds it boring, he turns his attention to you instead. Kissing your shoulder, playing with your fingers, whispering in your ear until you’re like, “Are you even watching?” If you fall asleep on his chest, he won’t move. He just smiles, kisses your forehead, and whispers, “Sleep well, baby.”

Surprise Date Nights : Wilo loves surprising you with dates. He’ll just text, “Be ready by 7,” and when you ask where you’re going, he just smirks. It could be a rooftop dinner, a late-night picnic, or even a surprise weekend trip. But the best part? The way he looks at you the entire time, like he’s the luckiest man in the world.

The Way He Uses His Height to His Advantage : Wilo loves hovering over you. Backing you up against a wall, trapping you under his gaze with that lazy smirk. Sometimes, he’ll purposely make you reach for things just so he can step behind you and grab it instead, pressing up against you in the process.

⭐︎

You’re reaching for the box of pasta in the cupboard, your fingers just shy of it when you feel that familiar presence behind you. Wilo’s voice, low and teasing, drifts into your ear.

“Need some help, mon amour?”

Before you can reply, his hand slides past yours, brushing your arm as he effortlessly grabs the box, his chest pressing against your back. You try not to let the closeness get to you, but it’s hard when he’s right there, so close you can feel the heat from his body.

He leans in slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it for you.”

His height is impossible to ignore now. He steps in closer, trapping you between him and the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. You try to step away, but he’s already following your every movement, his body nearly enclosing you in his space.

“You’re making me work harder for it now, huh?” he says with that teasing grin, making you feel small beneath him.

You roll your eyes, but the way his gaze stays locked on yours, full of mischief, makes your heart race. You can’t help but feel the heat between you, his presence so overwhelming you can barely think straight.

“You look so cute when you’re frustrated,” he murmurs, leaning in even closer, his body pressing into yours.

With nowhere to go, you give in to the moment, unable to resist his magnetic charm. You might be frustrated, but you’re also completely lost in him.

⭐︎

The Way He Kisses You :Wilo is a slow, deep kisser—the kind that leaves you breathless and clinging onto him for more. If he’s frustrated or jealous? Ohhh, that kiss is rougher, more possessive, like he’s making sure you feel who you belong to. He loves teasing, too. Brushing his lips against yours but not quite kissing you, just to see you get impatient before he finally pulls you in with no escape.

⭐︎

You’re standing there, arms crossed, eyes locking with Wilo’s across the room. He’s been a little off lately, and you can sense something in the air—a tension, thick and palpable.

You know something’s up, but neither of you has said a word about it. That is, until he walks up to you, his gaze intense, like he’s trying to read you.

Before you can say anything, he’s there—closer than you expected. His hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and for a split second, you swear you can feel the heat between you two.

He leans in, his lips brushing yours lightly, teasing you, but just barely—enough to make you crave more. You try to close the gap, but he pulls away, smirking at your frustration.

“Wilo…” you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

“Impatient, are we?” he murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours but never quite making contact.

You feel your breath quicken, and he knows it. He’s doing it on purpose, pushing you to the edge of sanity. The way he teases you, brushing against your lips just enough to make you ache for more, is almost too much to handle.

Finally, when you can’t take it any longer, he closes the distance between you. And when his lips capture yours, it’s nothing like before. There’s no gentleness, no playfulness. It’s raw, a kiss filled with frustration and need. It’s a kiss that demand your attention, that makes you feel every inch of him.

He pulls you in so tightly you’re almost breathless, his hands finding your waist as if he’s claiming you. It’s possessive, almost as if he’s reminding you just who you belong to. He deepens the kiss, the intensity increasing with every moment, as if he can’t get enough.

When he finally pulls back, he’s breathless too, his chest rising and falling against yours. His eyes are dark, filled with something you can’t quite read but know you love.

“I Love you,” he whispers, his voice smooth, like he’s reminding himself just as much as you.

⭐︎

The Way He Looks at You Like You Hung the Stars : Wilo is not subtle when he’s in love. His eyes soften every time he looks at you, and even in a room full of people, he’s only focused on you. He has this lazy, love-drunk smile whenever you’re talking—completely mesmerized, like he could listen to you forever. Sometimes, he just stares at you for a little too long, and when you catch him, he just shrugs and says, “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”

He Remembers Everything About You : Wilo takes notes—he knows exactly how you like your coffee, your favorite perfume, the little things that make you happy. If you mention wanting something, even casually? Boom, he surprises you with it weeks later, acting all nonchalant like, “You said you liked this, no?” You think he’s not listening? Oh, he is. He brings up small details from conversations you forgot about, just to prove how much he pays attention.

⭐︎

It’s a lazy Sunday morning, and you’re lounging on the couch, sipping your coffee while scrolling through your phone. Wilo is nearby, stretched out on the floor, idly playing with his phone, but his attention is only half on it. You can feel his gaze on you, a constant presence, even though he isn’t directly looking at you.

You sip your coffee, noticing that something about it feels just… perfect today. The temperature is just right, not too hot, not too cold. It’s sweet, but not overly so. It’s exactly how you like it. You glance over at William, who’s now watching you with a soft smile on his face.

“Mm, this is perfect,” you mutter to yourself, half-joking.

Wilo’s lips curl into that signature smirk. “I know,” he says nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just perfectly nailed your coffee order once again. You raise an eyebrow, setting the cup down. “How did you—”

“I take notes,” he says casually, his voice smooth, as if it’s no big deal. “I pay attention to the little things.”

You laugh, thinking he’s just messing with you, but you know him too well—he’s serious.

“I remember you said you liked it with just a little extra cinnamon and not too much milk,” he continues, his voice playful yet sincere. “Thought I’d surprise you.”

You stare at him, stunned. “Wait… You actually remember that?”

“Of course.” He grins. “You talk about things, and I listen. You’d be surprised how much you share without even realizing it.”

Later that week, you’re walking through a shopping district with him when you casually mention, “I’ve been wanting to try that perfume, the one with the vanilla and rose scent. Just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

William nods, only offering a half smile, and you think nothing of it. But when you get home that evening, a small box is sitting on your bed, wrapped neatly with a bow. You open it to find the exact perfume you mentioned, the one you’d forgotten about almost immediately.

You laugh to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief, then text him, “You’re impossible.”

He responds in an instant: “You said you wanted it, didn’t you? Thought I’d surprise you.”

He’s done this before—surprised you with things you’ve barely even mentioned. That’s just how he is. He remembers your favorite colors, the songs you hum when you’re in a good mood, even the books you love that you haven’t picked up in ages.

It’s one of the things you adore most about him—his quiet attentiveness, his way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.

You smile softly at him, your heart full. “You really do remember everything, don’t you?”

“I do,” he says, his voice sincere. “And I’ll keep remembering, as long as you’ll let me.”

You pull him into a gentle kiss, grateful for his thoughtfulness, and for a love that’s built on all the little things.

⭐︎

The Way He Talks About You to Others : If someone brings you up in conversation, he immediately starts smiling. He glows when talking about you. His teammates? Tired of him. They’ll ask about Arsenal, and somehow, he brings you up.

He Drops Hints About Marriage All the Time: It starts subtle—playing with your fingers, randomly asking “Do you like gold or silver rings?” or If you’re watching a wedding scene in a movie, he casually says, “Ours would be better." or “I’d marry you tomorrow if I could.” Dead serious. No hesitation. And if someone calls you “Mrs. Saliba” by accident? He just grins and says, “Sounds nice, no?”

⭐︎

You’re sitting at a café, Wilo beside you, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. The two of you are laughing, chatting about nothing in particular when the waiter approaches to take your order.

He smiles at you both, taking a quick glance at your intertwined hands on the table, and then he accidentally blurts out, “So, what can I get for you two, Mrs. Saliba?”

You freeze for a second, a slight blush creeping up your neck as the word hangs in the air.

Wilo looks over at you with a sly grin, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. You catch a glimpse of his smirk before he turns his attention back to the waiter.

"Sounds nice, no?" he teases, his voice smooth and low, clearly enjoying the moment.

Your heart skips, and you try to play it off, but the way he’s looking at you with that mischievous glint makes it impossible to hide your smile. “You’re not gonna let that slide, are you?” you say, nudging his shoulder.

Wilo just laughs softly, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I don’t see why not. ‘Mrs. Saliba’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling too much, but you can’t help it—your stomach flutters at the thought. It’s silly, you know, but the way he says it, with that teasing edge, makes everything feel just a little more real.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he adds with a wink, clearly reveling in the way he’s got you flustered.

The waiter, who’s clearly confused by the exchange, chuckles awkwardly and nods, before taking your orders and walking away.

You glance at Wilo, who’s still grinning at you, obviously enjoying every second of your reaction.

“You’re impossible,” you mutter under your breath, but your smile betrays you. “I’m just getting started,” he says with a wink, squeezing your hand.

And as he pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, you can’t help but feel like maybe—just maybe—“Mrs. Saliba” wouldn’t be so bad after all.

⭐︎

He’s Serious About Building a Home With You : Even before you officially move in together, his place slowly starts feeling like yours. Your stuff is already there—your favorite snacks in the kitchen, your clothes in his closet, your perfume lingering everywhere.

⭐︎

It starts with something small—your favorite snack tucked into the kitchen pantry, where it didn’t use to be. You spot it one day, the familiar brand of chips you always crave during movie nights, and you can’t help but smile. You’d casually mentioned it a few weeks ago while you were over, joking that you could always eat them, and now, there they are.

But it’s more than just the snacks.

You open the closet to grab your jacket, and your eyes flicker to the corner where your clothes now hang, neatly folded, alongside his. The shirts you didn’t realize you left behind after the last sleepover. A sweater you thought you forgot about, but now it’s here, just like it’s always been.

When you wake up in the morning, the faint scent of your perfume lingers in the air, carried by the soft fabric of the pillows you’ve claimed as your own. It’s as though his penthouse is slowly becoming a blend of both of you.

You walk into the bathroom, reaching for your toothpaste, and there it is—right next to his—just like you’ve always used it. Your things are becoming a natural part of his space, and it’s not just about the physical objects. It’s the way the place feels. It feels more like home every time you walk through the door.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon when you finally notice it. You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, when Wilo walks in, his usual easy smile on his face. But this time, there’s something in his eyes, something soft and sure.

“You left your hair tie in the bathroom,” he says casually, holding it up as he walks over.

You laugh, grabbing it from him. “I didn’t realize I was taking over your place,” you tease.

He grins, sitting down beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “I don’t mind,” he says, his voice gentle. “I like it. It feels right, you know?"

Your heart skips at the way he says it, the sincerity in his voice. He doesn’t have to say more. His words speak volumes. The idea of a future, of a shared space—it's not just a passing thought. It’s happening.

“I like it too,” you whisper back, your voice a little softer than you intended. “I like being here… with you.”

Wilo’s fingers gently brush against your hand, squeezing it. “I know,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. “I want this to be home. With you. All of this—your things, your laugh,—it makes this place feel real. Feels like it’s ours.”

You sit there for a moment, taking in everything around you—the cozy warmth of the room, the quiet hum of everyday life, and the simple fact that you’re both building something together. Slowly, piece by piece.

It’s not about grand gestures or big promises. It’s in the little things—the way your shoes are now next to his by the door, the way he remembers the little details about you, like how you prefer the couch pillows arranged just so.

You smile at him, feeling more at home than ever before. “Yeah, it does feel like ours.”

“Good,” he says with a soft chuckle, pulling you closer. “Because I’m serious about this. I want to keep building it, piece by piece, with you.”

And as you rest your head on his shoulder, you realise that this is more than just the beginning of living together. It’s the start of something deeper. Something permanent. A future with him.

⭐︎

He Has a List of Baby Names in His Notes App : You accidentally see it one day, and he just shrugs, totally unbothered. “What? Can’t be unprepared.” There are French names, English names, even a few inspired by your favorite things. If you ask, “You really thought about this?” He just smiles and kisses your forehead. “Of course. It’s with you.”

⭐︎

William Saliba isn’t just thinking about the present with you—he’s thinking about forever. And the best part? He already knows it’s you. Always has, always will.

[libraryofloveletters]

Portugal Pretenders

Virgil Van Dijk x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fake dating, the boys love to tease virg, past players make an appearance, takes place at robbo's wedding (I just made up random dates, forgive me if it's not accurate lmao), begging for a favour, wedding softness, some teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, a few awkward moments, julia and thiago are their biggest fans, some nsfw humour, virg doesn't know how to use an iron, some childishness at the end, all around sweetness.

Word Count: 7.9k

Author's Note: okay, I've come back to bring you all a new virg fic, since you've been living in my inbox, asking for it. hopefully you like it as much as I do.

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"And this one's for you," Andy says, passing the light green envelope over to Virgil, catching his friend on his way out. "You've got a plus one, make sure you bring that girlfriend of yours you're always talking about."

Virgil nods, a smile on his face as he takes the invite from Andy. The panic fills his head, slowly moving down to his chest as he walks out of the training centre.

Andy's wedding was coming up in a few weeks. The boys have known about it for months, and as much as Andy insisted to Rachel that they don't need actual invites, she still sent them with her husband to be.

The defender finds himself driving home, thinking about how on earth he was going to find someone to join him at this wedding.

See, the thing was, the boys thought he was seeing something. That wasn't a total lie, as he was seeing someone but it ended as quickly as it started. He wasn't sure how to tell his friends that it was over and it spiralled, coming up with random details to tell them every time they asked about this non-existent girlfriend.

He didn't think Andy would go as far as giving him a plus one.

Virgil pulls into the driveway, opening the envelope as he reads the invite.

Celebrating the marriage of Andy Robertson and Rachel Roberts.

Rehearsal Dinner: July 2nd, 2022 at 7pm

Wedding Ceremony: July 3rd, 2022 at 3pm - Evening Reception to follow.

Join us in Faro, Portugal!

The rest of the details were on the back of the card, the invite was white with green accents to match the envelope. Must be their theme, he thinks, making a mental note to see if he has anything green to match.

He gets out of the car, putting the envelope in his pocket when he sees his neighbour, y/n, pulling into her driveway. He waves to her, the woman smiles at him as she pops her trunk open, a million bags waiting to be taken into the house.

"Need some help?" He offers, crossing the lawn to her driveway.

You smile, nodding. "Sure. Thank you, Virgil."

Virgil starts taking the bags out of the trunk, carrying them over to the front door as you unlock it. "I'm surprised you're home so early." He says.

"Keeping tabs on me?"

"No," he shakes his head, cheeks red. "I meant.. I usually see you come in late."

"Closed the clinic early today, we've got a staff party tomorrow, hence.." You gestured to the bags. Virgil nods, helping her carry them into her kitchen.

The two of you were on friendly terms, Virgil often helped you out around the house if you were busy. Despite being a footballer, he tended to take care of the yard work and you stopped by to make sure were in order at his place if he was away for a match or pre season training.

"How about a cup of tea?" You offered and he smiled, "you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"Not a bother at all, make yourself at home. It's the least I could do to thank you for your help."

"It wasn't much help, I only carried the bags to the kitchen." He chuckles, sitting on a stool by the counter.

You shrugged, "still. It would have taken me like, 12 trips to get all of them, you used your big footballer muscles and did it in one."

Virgil smiles, watching as you filled the kettle with water and took two mugs out of the cupboard across from him; one with little flowers along the rim of it and the other a red mug Liverpool logo on the front.

"Surprised you have that," he says, you drop the teabags into the mug. "What? This?" You nodded to the red mug. "It'd just be wrong not to support the local team." You two laughed, you referred to Liverpool as if it was a rec league team.

You two are there in silence, you leaned on the counter as you stood across from the footballer. The man looked around while you looked at him, counting to yourself quietly. Once Virgil hears your whispers, he looks over at you with furrowed brows.

"What are you counting?"

"Your wrinkles," you say nonchalantly, pointing to his forehead as you count each one. Virgil rolls his eyes playfully, swatting your hand away. "You okay?"

He nods. "Yeah."

"You sure? I mean, you usually can't see the wrinkles on that big forehead on yours. So unless you've aged drastically since I've last seen you, I'd say you're worried about something."

"Is that your official diagnosis, Dr. L/n?"

"Yup," you nodded, smiling at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "100%, now tell me, what's on your mind?"

"Well," he sighs as he starts. "I was invited to a wedding today."

"And? Is it for an ex or some cousin you hate?"

"No, nothing like that. It's actually Andy, you know, Robbo?"

You nodded, shutting the stove off when the kettle begans whistling. "He finally put a ring on Rachel? Good for them, tell them congratulations for me."

Virgil smiles, "I will."

"Wait, so if it's for Andy, what's the problem? I thought you two were good friends."

Virgil makes a face, wondering if he should really tell you what's bothering him. "We are, I uh.. I need a date for a wedding."

You laughed, "that's what's worrying you? C'mon Virgil, you're a footballer. You're handsome, you're young..ish- regardless, it shouldn't be too hard for you to get a date."

He rolls his eyes at your comment, "yeah well, easier said than done. Especially since I've - never mind."

"Oh no," you turn to face him after pouring the water into the mugs. "You're not going to leave me hanging like that! What, since you've..?

"Since I've been telling the guys I have a girlfriend. That's why Andy gave me a plus one, I really thought he wouldn't do that."

Your brows furrowed, you were beyond confused now. "Okay, you've officially lost me. You're nervous to ask her to be your date? Or - oh my god! Is she a married woman, Virgil?!"

"No!" He laughed, shaking his head at your outrageous suggestion. "I'd never date a married woman, in fact, I'm not dating anyone."

You were getting the milk from the fridge when what he said finally processed. You turn to face the man, "so wait, let me see if I got this right. You've been telling them you're seeing someone but you're not actually seeing anyone?" You say, looking for some clarification. Virgil nods, avoiding your gaze.

"Why would you lie to them?"

"I really didn't mean too! It wasn't a lie in the beginning. I was seeing this girl, she was cool but we didn't want the same things so it just sort of.. ended? They kept asking and I don't know why I didn't want to tell them the truth but I wasn't sure what to say so I played along and now, well, you know where I've ended up."

You sigh, unsure what to tell him. You didn't even think there was advice to help someone who's gotten themselves into such a position.

"That's a messed up thing you're in, dude." You added the milk to his mug, handing him the one with the flowers. Virgil nods, stirring the spoon in the mug.

"Do you have sugar?"

"Mhm hm," you turned, reaching up into the cupboard to get the sugar from the middle shelf.

Virgil watched, admiring you; not only on a surface level but deeper than that. He likes spending time with you, even if it was something as simple as a chat across the lawn. You were beautiful and kind, funny and smart, your humour was witty and you were charming. You could talk yourself out of a crime if need be - you were exactly who he was looking for.

Seems his lies have sent him in your direction; imagine if he hadn't helped you take your bags in today.

You turned to him with the sugar, you could feel him staring at you but he was sitting there, elbow on the counter with his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he smiled at you.

"What?"

"Will you be my date to the wedding?" He asks and you laugh, taking the top off the sugar jar.

"You're not serious."

"I am, what are you doing in 3 weeks?"

"Probably work, but I can't be your date, virgil."

He pouts, much like a child when they're told no. "Why not?"

"How would that work?"

"It's fine, I'll handle everything y/n. You just need to pack your bags and get the time off work. Hotels, flights, everything we need there, I'll take care of."

"Wait, the wedding isn't here?"

"Portugal," he says, doesn't miss the slight raise of your eyebrows.

"I've always said I'd go back to Portugal, even if it's just for a short time."

"See," Virgil says, "it's like my lying led us here, this can be a good thing for both of us. I'll have a girlfriend for the weekend and you get to visit Portugal again."

You can't help but laugh at his justification. "Please," he says, "I'm begging you now. I'll own you big time." His hands clasped together under his chin as he looked at you with big, brown, puppy eyes.

"Like season passes to your box at Anfield big time?" You asked, a raised eyebrow. Virgil laughs, nodding. "Exactly like that."

"You've got a deal then." You tell him, he smiles. "Perfect, I can't thank you enough."

"Mhm hm, now drink your tea before it gets cold."

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The week of the wedding arrives faster than expected, you had been in prep mode all week; getting your hair and nails done, trying to pack whatever you think you'd need for a wedding.

A celebrity's wedding isn't different from a normal one, is it? Is that what a footballer is? A celebrity ? Can you call it a celebrity wedding- Your thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It's Virgil, a big smile on his face despite it being 8am. "Why are you so happy?" You asked upon opening the door.

"Oh, good morning to you too, sunshine. Are you ready to go?" He makes a face, chuckling. He starts carrying your luggage out of the house as you make one last walk through, assuming you had everything and things were in place for the few days you'd be away.

"Yup, all set." You notice he was putting your suitcase into his car. "You're driving?"

"Yeah, I figured it'd be faster than an Uber."

"We've got," you glanced at your phone, "4 hours before our flight."

"I know, it's fine." He waves you off, shutting the trunk before opening the passenger side door for you. You lock up and walk over the lawn to his driveway, getting into the car.

It was a short drive to the airport, the music played quietly and Virgil hummed as he drove. He glances over to see you typing away on your phone. "Who are you texting so early?"

"Playing the possessive boyfriend already, Virgil?" A raised eyebrow as you looked at the man. His cheeks flush red and he shakes his head. "I'm kidding," you rested a hand on his knee. He looks down and you move your hand. "I was just replying to some work stuff, I've never left them for so long."

"It's only 3 days, they'll be fine. Plus, don't they know you're on vacation?"

"Not really," you set the phone on your lap, "I told them I had some family stuff, couldn't exactly explain that Virgil Van Dijk was asking me- no, begging me, to be his fake wedding date."

"Technically," he points a finger at you, "it's a real wedding date, you're just my fake girlfriend."

"Technicalities, Virgil."

He laughs, pulling into the parking lot. The two of you head into the airport and after checking in, the woman sends the two of you down a hallway that seemed like a dead end.

You didn't travel often but you knew this seemed.. sketchy to say the least.

"Where are we going?" You asked Virgil, the man opens the door for you and leads you right onto the tarmac. There's a plane a few feet away and you turn to look at him, dot connecting in your head. "Private?" You asked him another question.

He nods, "figured I'd spoil my girlfriend," he jokes, smiling at you as you two walked over to the plane.

You sat across from Virgil, checking your phone for the millionth time since you've left home. "You know, they won't be able to reach you when we're in the air, I'm sure they'll be fine."

"I know," you switched it off and set it down before the plane took off.

The two of you were eating breakfast, a rather large spread for being in the air and considering the flight was barely 3 hours.

"So," you set the fork down on the plate, "get me the details, who's gonna be at the wedding?"

Virgil takes a sip of his coffee, "well, Andy and Rachel obviously."

"Obviously," you chuckled.

"Thiago, Jordan, Millie, Adam and their wives, Ox and his girlfriend, us and then Trent."

"What, Trent doesn't get a plus one?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, I don't think he's seeing anyone right now. Plus he's in the states, he said he's coming but we have to see."

You nod, the two of you chat a bit more. Virgil updates you on a few matches, how they think they're going to do, what it's like being captain. You tell him how the clinic is doing, how you're liking it so far compared to when you used to work at the hospital. Just small details that might come up in a conversation with his teammates.

Once you landed, Virgil collected your luggage and you were off to the hotel. It was a short walk to the venue from the hotel, the two of you put your stuff away and decided to go for a walk, grabbing a coffee before heading back to the hotel.

The rehearsal dinner was in a few hours, giving you two more than enough time to get ready. "We need to get our story straight," he says to you when you come in from the balcony.

"What story ?"

"Our outfits," he says with total seriousness, "what are you wearing tonight?"

You shook your head with a small smile on your face, taking the two dresses out of the wardrobe to show him; a light blue dress with a halter top, the small white flowers going from the waist to the bottom hem and the other was a burnt orange that was backless.

"I figured the blue was a bit more family friendly, classy enough without being too dressy," you hold it up to yourself to show him. He nods, "yeah, good. It's pretty."

You hung it back in the wardrobe before turning to him. "What are you going to wear?"

"We need to match." He was already searching through his suitcase for the shirt to match your dress. "Do we really need to?" You sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

He nods, pulling out the baby blue shirt. "This is close enough, no?"

"Yeah, but why does it look like you've had it rolled up in the bottom of a box for like.. 4 years?" Your brows furrowed as you looked at the state of it. Virgil shakes the shirt, trying to rid it of the permanent wrinkles. "Do you not have an iron, Virgil?"

"I do, but uh, I forgot to iron it."

You shook your head, getting up to search for the iron you knew you saw. You find it in the drawer in the wardrobe, handing it to him. Virgil spreads the shirt on the bed, plugging the iron in before fiddling with the settings. He looks between the iron, the shirt and you, a bit clueless before attempting to iron the shirt.

He works on the sleeve, making it worse than it was before, you watch as he helplessly works at the shirt. You figured maybe you were making him nervous in some weird way so you excused yourself to the bathroom to unpack your makeup and hair stuff.

When you came back, 7 minutes later, he was still working on the same sleeve. Your lips pressed together, arms folded over your chest as you watched.

"What?" He asked, glancing at you.

"You're terrible at that. Do you not know how to iron?"

He sighs, "it's been years since I've had to do it, I usually just get my stuff dry cleaned."

You smiled as you walked over, taking the iron from him and putting him out of his misery. "If I leave you to iron this, you might take the whole 3 hours to finish it. Why don't you go shower or whatever you need to do, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go. Before you ruin the shirt," you shook your head, switching the setting from wool to cotton. You wondered how he ended up on wool to begin with. "Thank you," he smiles, walking into the bathroom.

While he showers, you finish up on his shirt and hang it on a hanger in the wardrobe. You also looked for his pants, ironing the 3 pairs of dress pants he had brought as you didn't know which one he'd be wearing.

Virgil returns to the room post shower, white towel wrapped around him that sat right below his hips, and you had just shut the wardrobe after hanging up his pants. You turn to find him behind you, your eyes fixed on the man; the water dripping down his chest, down to his stomach and it stops at the towel wrapped around his waist.

"You're staring, y/n." He says, you can hear the smirk on his face before your eyes meet his face.

It's not like you've never seen him shirtless before, he used the pool in his yard quite often, not to mention the glimpse of him you catch in the media or what the Liverpool account posts.

Clearing your throat, you blink a few times before speaking. "I uh, I ironed your pants as well, I wasn't sure which ones you were gonna wear so I ironed all of them."

He smiles, "thanks."

You nod, excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower. You shut the door, back pressed to it for a moment before going about your routine. You weren't sure how long you were in there but you had showered, done your hair and you were mid way through your makeup when there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Virgil calls from the other side of the door. "I need to fix my hair." He says and you open the door for him, concealer all over your face, hair pinned up with the robe wrapped around you.

He smiles when he sees you; you look so.. well, beautiful but there was something else, a domesticity of sorts. The two of you getting ready in the same bathroom, there's some intimate in the way you were seeing each other right now. Moving in silence as you both did your own thing beside one another.

You break the silence, "how did we meet?"

"We're neighbours..?" His eyes meet yours in the mirror, confusion all over his face.

"I mean if they ask, your teammates. What did you tell them?"

"Oh," he says, wrapping the hair tie around his hair. "I told them we met through mutual friends, my friend, Kevin. His wife knows you and we were all at the same party and we hit it off from there."

You hum, finishing up on your makeup. You were searching for your lipstick, "and how long have we been together?" You find the one you were looking for.

"Almost a year. If my math is right, it should be like.. 10 months?"

The lipstick in your hand, you look at Virgil with a shocked look on your face. "You've been lying to them for almost a year? How the hell did you manage that?"

His lips pressed together then he shrugs, which makes you laugh. "Okay," you nod, "almost a year it is." You turn back to the mirror, applying your lipstick.

Virgil watches as you do it, your hands steady while you go over your lips, pressing them together to make the colour even. "What do we think?" You asked, turning to him when you notice he's watching.

"Beautiful," he smiles, "truly."

"So cheesy," you chuckled, walking out of the bathroom to change into your dress.

The two of you head down to the venue a few minutes later, all dressed and ready to meet his teammates at the rehearsal dinner.

Before you walked in, Virgil grabbed your hand which caught you off guard. Your fingers interlocked with his and it took you a moment to realize why he did that; the two of you were a couple, of course.

It was already full in there, most of their family had already arrived and a few friends were scattered through the venue. You see a few of his teammates but Virgil leads you to the front, tapping Andy on the shoulder.

"Virg!" Andy smiles, pulling Virgil into a hug. "You made it," he steps back and sees you next to the man, his grin only widening. "You must be the famous girlfriend we hear about all the time."

"That would be me," you smiled, "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, this is Rachel, bride to be." He introduces you to his fiancee. You smiled at her, the two of you exchanging niceties.

"It's nice of you to make it, Andy was saying how he was certain Virgil wouldn't be bringing you." Rachel says, her arm interlocked with Andy's.

"Well to be fair, Virg seemed a bit nervous to ask me to come but I wouldn't miss it for the world. I don't think I've said it but congratulations."

Virgil's heart skips a beat, it wasn't out of ordinary that someone called him Virg, but you've never had. You always called him Virgil, so to hear the nickname come out of your mouth, make him rather.. soft.

"It's my fault," Andy starts, "we did tell Virg to bring you around before but he always said you were busy with work. So I think it's fair of me to think you were fake."

You laughed, "I can assure you I'm alive and real, feel free to pinch me to confirm." Andy laughed at your comment, smiling at his teammate in approval of you. Virgil returns the smile.

"Anyways, make yourselves comfortable, we're going to start the rehearsal soon." Rachel tells the two of you, leading Andy off to greet someone else.

Virgil's hand rests on your lower back, the two of you sitting towards the middle of the chairs, watching as they went through the rehearsal. It was mostly family, his teammates were only there so they could all mingle and catch up as they had been on break for a few weeks at this point.

At some point after they were done the run through, Virgil suggested drinks and you followed him to the bar, his hand once again on your lower back.

"Virg!" You hear someone call for him, the two of you turning at the same time to see who was coming his way. Both Jordan and Millie were making their way over to the two of you.

"Hey," Virgil smiles at his teammates. "Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend. This is Jordan and James."

You smiled at the men, "it's nice to meet you both."

"We thought you weren't coming," Millie says and Jordan follows up with a, "it's nice to meet you, we thought you weren't real."

"That seems to be the general consensus tonight," you laughed.

Ox makes his way over to the bar, seeing his teammate with a woman he's never seen before. "You must be Virgil's girlfriend, I'm Ox." He introduces himself.

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"I can't believe you're actually here."

You turn to Virgil, making a face at him. "Why do all your teammates think I'm not real?"

"He wouldn't show us pictures," Millie says, shrugging. "I guess that's true," you nudged Virgil, "between Virg's practices and games, and then with my work, we barely get time to see each other and when we do, we're not on our phones."

Jordan makes a face, looking between you and Virgil and you instantly know what he's thinking. "No!" You laughed, shaking your head. "That's so not what I meant."

"What is it that you do, y/n?" Ox pipes up.

"I'm a doctor, an OB actually."

"Oh wow," Ox smiles at his teammate. "She's good, you've got good taste, big man. I see why she hasn't been around."

You smile, your phone buzzing in your hand. You excuse yourself, walking away to take the phone call. You can hear the boys talking behind you, you glance over your shoulder and smile at Virgil, the man's heart skipping a beat. Despite you not being his actual girlfriend, it did feel good to get the approval from his teammates.

Virgil hadn't even realized how long he had been chatting with his teammates, he went in search of you and found you just outside, chatting with Julia, the two of you talking about their kids.

"There you are," Virgil says, walking down the steps towards you. You smile at him, "I see you've met Julia." He gives the woman a quick hug before standing beside you.

"Yeah," you smiled at her, "I'm mad at you, you know."

"What for?" His brows furrowed, looking at you. He's wondering what he could have possibly done.

"You've been hiding me from her, Julia and I are best friends now."

The blonde smiles at you, "yes we are. We've already made plans to get lunch when we get back to Liverpool. I can't believe you've never brought her around before, Virgil." She tells him, her voice similar to the one she uses when she scolded her children, and or Thiago, when they misbehave.

"Oh well, I'm sure y/n's told you about her hectic schedule. Blame her, not me. I do hope you two have fun at this lunch." He laughs, his arm over your shoulder.

The rest of the night was quiet, everyone caught up with each other with their summer plans and you met the rest of the players and their partners over the course of the night. Eventually you two decide to call it a night, heading back to the hotel.

You were by the door, taking your heels off when you saw Virgil stop in the middle of the room, in front of the bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, walking over. You seem to realize what he's thinking; there's only one bed.

Not like they've taken a bed out of the room while you were gone but you two had been too tired and too busy getting ready for the dinner that neither of you seemed to register that there was in fact, only one bed in the room.

It didn't occur to Virgil when booking the room that you'd need a separate bed, you weren't really a couple after all.

"I'll take the couch," you tell him, not wanting him to feel bad for his slight mess up.

He shook his head, turning to you. "No, it's fine. I'll take the couch, you take the bed."

You glance at the couch next to the window, it was spacious - that's if you were under 5 foot. There's no way he'd sleep comfortably if he did manage to fit on it.

"You know what, we're both adults. We'll sleep together." You tell him, his eyes widening at your words. "Not what I meant," you smack his arm. "We can both fit on the bed comfortably, no need for either of us to suffer on the couch."

"You're sure?" He asks and you nod, "of course, but hands to yourself mister." You pointed a finger to him, making him laugh.

Virgil raises his hands, "I swear I'll be on my best behaviour," he says, watching you walk into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

--

The sun peeks through the curtains, waking you from your sleep. You shut your eyes, trying to get a few more minutes but you can hear the shower running and then shuts off followed by the bathroom door opening. The smell of Virgil's body wash fills the room and you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Mornin' sunshine," he smiles at you, sitting on the edge of the bed. You yawn, stretching as you try to wake yourself up. "What time is it?"

"10:27," he looks at the clock, "how about some breakfast?"

"Yes please," you get out of bed, fixing the comforter as you walk to the bathroom. "Lots of coffee please," you smiled at him, shutting the door.

Virgil orders room service while you shower, you return to the room just as it arrives. The two of you sit on the couch, eating breakfast in comfortable silence. Virgil grabs his phone, "Andy sent over some pictures from last night," he shows you a few photos that the groom to be had sent.

"Those are cute, send them to me."

Your phone buzzes on the bed and you look over at the clock, "shit, I've got to do my hair." You set the cup down on the table and walk towards the bathroom. "Do you need the bathroom?"

"No, I'm good." he tells you, "do your thing."

You walk in and walk back out, leaning on the door frame. "What are you wearing today?"

He smiles, "don't worry, I ironed it and put it in the closet."

"Properly?" You asked, walking over to confirm.

"Yes," he shook his head, watching as you took the shirt out to confirm that he did in fact iron it properly. "Wow, good job. Big upgrade from yesterday."

"Watched a YouTube video," he says, making you laugh.

You leave Virgil in the room, off to shower and then to start on your makeup and hair as you weren't 100% sure what look you wanted to do. Virgil left you alone, letting you get ready in peace. He could hear the music playing, your humming accompanying the melody.

He thought to himself that it was something he could get used to, that his house would feel so quiet and empty without you humming.

The line between real and fake seemed to be getting blurred more and more as the time went by.

"Virg?" You called for the man, he got up from his spot on the couch. He had been ready for some time, you still had an hour before you needed to leave. "Yeah?"

"Can you zip me up?"

You stepped out of the bathroom, hair pulled over your shoulder with your dress on. He smiles, nodding as he walks over to you; the sage green dress hugged your body in the right places, it was as if the dress was made for you and only you.

Virgil's hand rests on your waist, the other holds the zipper and gives it a soft tug, pulling it up to the top. The hand holding the zipper now turns into fingers trailing down the curve of your spine, coming to rest on the other side of your hip. "There you go."

Turning around to face him, Virgil's hands remained on your hips. "Thank you," you look up. He nods, "you look.. wow."

You can't help but laugh, straightening his shirt. "You look pretty wow yourself."

Virgil lets go of you when you take a step back, walking to the vanity to put your jewelry on. It takes the two of you half an hour to gather the last minute things you needed, assuring you were ready before heading out for the ceremony.

It's a short walk to the venue, everyone was being ushered into the church to take their seats while the bridal party was lining up to walk in when you two arrived.

The weather was beautiful, the sun was out and the church was full with their families and friends; they couldn't ask for a better start to their wedding day.

The ceremony was short and sweet, Andy and Rachel exchanging vows and promises, everyone was beyond happy for them.

Most of the guests were now outside, the doors to the church open as everyone was heading out.

You stood next to Virgil by the stairs, letting him block the sun from your face as you checked your phone. You hear the footsteps before you hear the voice. "You're actually here, you're real?" The Scouse accent thick, Trent.

"I am real," you looked up, smiling at the man who looks like he's seen better days. "You must be Trent."

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you. Excuse me." He says, covering a yawn with his hand.

Before you two could speak, Andy was calling the two players over for a group photo. You stop Virgil, standing on your tiptoes to reach his collar, his hand on your hip you keep you steady as you fix it before sending him on his way; a small act of intimacy that you'd only find between a couple.

You had been checking your emails, something you knew Virgil would complain about if he caught you doing it yet again. You were so caught up that you hadn't noticed him calling your name. When you do, you look up, making a hand motion as to ask him what he wants. He waved you over, pointing to the spot in front of him. Your brows furrowed, still unsure what he wanted as the dots didn't seem to connect. Virgil realized as much, pointing towards the photographer and then back to the spot in front of him.

Only then did it click what he meant.

You head over, joining the other girlfriends and wives in the photo. Andy and Rachel were front and centre, the rest of you around them.

"Alright everyone, squeeze in a bit more please!" The photographer shouts, showing you all with his hands to move closer to each other.

Virgil moves you from beside him to in front of him, his arm over your shoulder and your hand instinctively reaches up, fingers interlocking with his.

The photographer gives everyone a moment to situate themselves, "perfect, alright everyone look here! Smile!"

A few moments later, you were all allowed to move. Andy and Rachel were off to take some more photos, there was only about 30 minutes before the reception which wasn't too far from the church.

Everyone makes their way over, waiting for the official entrance from Andy and Rachel as Mr and Mrs Robertson for the first time.

You were sat next to Virgil, Jordan and his wife, Rebecca, to the right of Virgil and Thiago and Julia to your left.

Andy and Rachel were having their first dance, the whole venue was quiet as you all watched the two of them, wrapped up in love and giggling as they whispered to each other mid dance.

You wiped the outer corner of your eye, blinking a few times in an attempt to save your makeup. Virgil turns slightly when he hears a small sniffle. He sees your watery eyes, smiling to himself and leans in to whisper to you; "are you crying?"

"Shut up," you whispered back, turning him back around with a small nudge. "Weddings make me emotional."

The evening was quiet, dinner consisted of everyone chatting, Andy and Rachel made the rounds to say hello to everyone who they didn't get a chance to talk to at the church. Eventually they reopened the bar and the dance floor, everyone started making their way around, mingling, drinking and dancing.

You were replying to a message when Virgil came over, two shot glasses in hand. He passes one to you, "to Andy and Rachel," he says, tapping his glass to you. The two of you down the shots, tequila, based on the after taste.

"Okay, let's go dance!"

"I don't dance, Virg."

"It's a wedding, you have to dance!" He takes your phone from you, putting it into his pocket and grabbing your hand. "Virg," you groaned, the man ignores your pleas and takes you to the dance floor, spinning you around.

Before you know it, the two of you are giggling and dancing, his arms over your shoulders as he hugs you from behind, swaying to the music.

"I'm gonna get a drink," you tell him and the man lets you go while nodding before shimmying his way over to Trent, who looks like he was about to fall asleep in his chair. You laughed, leaving Virgil to bother Trent as you walked to the bar.

You had barely made it to the bar when someone shouted for you. "Y/n!" You see Thiago off to the side, "can you take a picture for us?"

"Sure," you take the phone from him, he and Julia standing together, arms wrapped around each other as they smiled, then Thiago kissed her.

Sometimes you wonder what it'd be like if you had a stable and loving relationship like theirs.

"I thought you got lost!" Virgil says, walking towards you. You shook your head, handing the phone back over to Thiago. The Spaniard then turns, passing the phone to Virgil. "Okay now you come in, let him take the picture."

"Are you sure?" You asked, Thiago was already pulling you into the photo.

He nods, you and Julia on either side of him, the 3 of you smiling as Virgil takes the photo, the camera flashing. Thiago steps out, letting you and Julia have some together, his wife telling him something about they have enough pictures of them together. You laughed, the two of you smiling for the camera.

"Do you want one together?" Thiago looks at Virgil, who then looks at you and you shrug, waving him over. Virgil hands his phone to Thiago while Julia replaces him by her husband's side.

Virgil's arm over your shoulder, your arm around his waist, the two of you smiling while Virgil pulls you into his side. "Alright Virg, give your lady a kiss." Thiago says, smiling.

Your 'boyfriend's' cheeks are red, a flush he can blame on the Portuguese heat or the liquor but you know the real reason. "Come on man, what are you waiting for?!" Thiago says, laughing at Virgil's shyness.

"Leave them alone," Julia tells her husband, rolling her eyes at his childishness.

"It's fine," you whisper to Virgil, turning to him a bit. He looks at you, whispering back, "you sure?" You stood close, the air between you two charged with a mixture of tension and anticipation.

"Mhm hm," your hand rests on his chest while he leans down, you tip toe a bit, meeting him half way when he kisses you.

But as your hand found its way to Virgil's cheek and your lips met against each other's, something shifted. What was meant to be a quick moment blossomed into something real, something raw. When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, a shared realization dawned upon them.

The kiss may have been staged, but the feelings it stirred within were undeniably genuine.

As you glanced at each other, a silent understanding passed between you and Virgil. This fake relationship may have begun as a charade, but perhaps, just perhaps, it held the promise of something more.

Thiago grinned, "perfect. The picture of love," he says, handing the phone back to Virgil. You smiled, your own cheeks now flushed and red. You reached over, your thumb brushed over his lips to wipe away the lipstick left behind. Virgil's arm wraps around your shoulder, the two of you chatting as you join Thiago and Julia for a round of shots.

The night wrapped up just after midnight, everyone waiting at the front to wish Andy and Rachel well, seeing them off as they left before everyone else headed to wherever home was after that.

Virgil's jacket over your shoulders while you walked back to the hotel. Despite the humidity earlier in the day, there was now a slight chill in the air.

"Did you have a good time?" He asks, opening the door for you. "I did," you walk in, waiting for the elevator to your room. "Thank you for bringing me."

"Thank you for coming, you really saved my ass."

It hits you in the moment that this was in fact, fake. You were doing him a favour, you weren't a couple, you never will be. Just a good friend helping him out in a tough situation.

When you returned to the room, Virgil announced that he's gonna go take a shower while you got ready for bed. The two of you moved in silence, you sat at the vanity taking your makeup off while the sound of the water running filled the room. You had to remind yourself that this wasn't real yet again.

All the feelings felt over the weekend were just for show. Certainly Virgil didn't feel the same way you did.

The steam filled the bathroom, Virgil lets the water run as he stands there. The kiss was real, the moments you shared were real, his feelings for you were real.

How the hell was he used to bring it up without it being awkward?

The shower shut off just as you were about to get into bed. Your phone bus is on the nightstand, and you reach over to grab it. There's a notification from Instagram.

juliavigas tagged you in a post. - 2mins ago.

You opened it, checking to see what she posted. There's a few photos from the wedding. Some of her and Thiago, the venue, one of you and her, as well as the one with you, her and Thiago. She also included the one in front of the church, Virgil's arm wrapped around you as you all smiled.

Virgil finds his way to the bed, sitting next to you. "What's so interesting?"

"Julia posted some pictures," you show your phone, letting him scroll through the pictures. "I guess everyone will think we're together now." He looks at the one in front of the church before handing the phone back to you.

"Wasn't that the whole point?" You ask, setting your phone on the nightstand.

"I guess so," he shrugs, the two of you sitting there in silence, the tv playing quietly in the background. There's a million thoughts going through his head at this very moment.

As he looked over at you, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Virgil couldn't help but admire your beauty, the way your eyes sparkled with a warmth that mirrored a flickering flame. It was in shared moments like these that he felt a pull, a force pulling him closer, urging him to take that leap of faith. But as the silence went on, Virgil felt the weight of his hesitation, suffocating him with its embrace.

How could he confess his feelings when the fear of rejection spun around in his mind, an unwelcome shadow over his every thought?

He glances at you once more, your eyes meeting in a brief exchange, Virgil felt a sense of longing wash over him, a wave of emotion threatening to consume him whole.

Still, the words remained unspoken, trapped behind the barricade of his uncertainty.

He had to take the leap of faith, he wouldn't know if he didn't try.

"What are we?" He blurts out, breaking the silence.

You turn, looking at him with a confused expression. "What are.. what do you mean?"

"Well.. we.. we kissed, so like, are we.. what are we?"

"We're not in high school, Virg. A kiss is a kiss, no?"

His smile fades, your heart breaking the moment you see that. He nods, turning his attention back to the tv. "Yeah, no. Of course."

"I'm kidding," your hand rests over his on the bed, "if you're asking me if I like.. if I like you, then I'll only answer if you put it into a note, like high school." You raised your eyebrows, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, okay." He nods. The topic was dropped, the tension lifting slightly.

--

The next morning, you and Virgil leave bright and early, heading to the airport for your flight back to England. The plane had barely taken off and you were still not fully awake, nursing your coffee as Virgil's fingers drummed on his knee.

"Dude," you groaned, "I have a headache, it sounds like you're playing a gong right now."

He stops tapping on his leg, brows furrowed and lips twisted in a weird expression. "Can you play a gong? Is that what it is?"

"I don't know, you know what I mean." You tell him, leaning your head back, eyes shut. You barely got all but 3 minutes of silence before Virgil speaks up again. "Do you have a pen?"

You open your eyes, reaching over to dig through your purse next to you before fishing out a pen and handing it to him. You watch him as he uncaps it, scribbling something down on the napkin in front of him, sliding it over the table to you with the pen.

'Do you like me? Check yes or no.' The two little boxes labeled yes and no under his question.

You smile, shaking your head at his childishness and the fact that he took what you said seriously. You picked up the pen, checking a box and sliding it over to him.

The yes was checked, Virgil glances at you with a cheeky smile before picking up the pen, flipping over the napkin and writing something else before sliding it back to you.

'Will you be my girlfriend?' the same yes and no boxes drawn under the question.

Your answer was yes but you wouldn't give into him so quickly. You picked up the pen, chin in the palm of your head thinking as if it was the hardest question of your life. You can see Virgil shifting nervously in his seat, and it's as if you can hear him overthinking his decision to ask you.

To put him out of his misery, you check a box and slide it back over to him.

There's a sigh of relief when he sees you've checked yes. You toss the pen at him playfully, shaking your head. "You're so cheesy."

"You said to ask it in a note!" He says, folding the napkin and putting it into his pocket.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it!" You laughed, the man shook his head and unbuckled, leaving over the table. His hands cupping your face, smiling at you before he kisses you.

Your hand interlocked with his, stretched over the table when he sat back down. "How about when we get back, I take you on an actual date?"

Your thumb brushes over his hand. "Not sick of me yet?"

"Could never get sick of you, y/n."

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unspoken claim (masterlist!)

rafe cameron x childhood friend! reader

| summary | you and rafe have been friends since your diaper days, but unbeknownst to you, it’s an unspoken truth to everyone on the island that you’re his

"well when you say it like that, it does sound crazy"

"that's just the way i talk, actually."

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a bellingham christmas (hey there delilah) • jude bellingham

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, light smut, adult jokes (18+/minors dni)

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A/N: Merry Christmas you filthy animals! Also bit of a spoiler for another story!

Bergen greeted them with a flurry of snow, the city's harbor twinkling with Christmas lights. Lila, bundled up in one of Jude's oversized hoodies under her coat, pressed her face against the car window like an excited child.

"It's so pretty," she breathed, watching the snow-covered houses pass as their driver continued down the road.

Jude smiled, watching her reaction. For someone who grew up with the glitz of Formula 1 and fashion weeks, Lila still had this endearing way of finding wonder in simple things.

The Bellingham's rented house sat overlooking the fjord, a modern three-story structure with floor-to-ceiling windows that captured the stunning winter landscape. Traditional Norwegian Christmas decorations adorned every surface and strings of white lights twinkled everywhere.

Inside was cheerful chaos. The massive Fraser fir dominated the living room, while Jobe and Mark engaged in their annual tree-placement debate.

"It needs to be centered in front of the window," Mark insisted, one hand on the trunk.

"Dad, no one's going to see it from the fjord," Jobe argued. "If we put it in the corner, there's more room for presents."

"Your son's thinking about his gift pile already," Mark called to Denise, who was orchestrating Christmas preparations from the open-plan kitchen.

"Both of you stop fussing and just put it where I marked the spot," Denise directed, not looking up from her baking. The scent of her famous rum cake already filled the air, mixing with pine needles and cinnamon.

At the sound of the front door opening, Denise's face lit up. She abandoned her baking, rushing to greet them with flour-dusted hands.

"My babies!" she exclaimed, pulling Lila into a warm hug, not caring about the flour transferring to Lila's coat. "How was your flight? Are you hungry? You look tired - Jude, did you let her sleep on the plane?"

Before either could answer, she was already moving on. "Jude, take her bags up - and yes, I put you in separate rooms so don't even try it." Her eyes sparkled with barely contained excitement. "Oh, and guess who's here? Justine! Can you believe it? Jobe finally worked up the courage to invite her."

She said this last part in what she probably thought was a whisper, but it carried clearly across the room. Jobe's protests of "Mum!" only made her beam wider.

"Now come in properly, you're letting all the warm air out. I've got hot chocolate ready, and there are fresh cookies cooling - unless your father's found them already."

Mark's guilty expression suggested he had indeed found the cookies, but Denise was too happy having all her children (and their significant others) under one roof to mind.

Lila's eyes widened. "Justine's here? Like, here here?"

"Upstairs getting changed," Denise nodded, clearly thrilled. "I've already started calling her daughter."

"Jesus, Mum!" Jobe groaned from across the room.

Just then, Justine appeared on the stairs, looking slightly nervous but happy. Lila hadn't seen her since that Liverpool match months ago, but the way Jobe's face lit up at the sight of her said everything.

"Li!" Justine smiled, coming over for a hug. "Thank god you're here. I need another sane person in this house."

"Oi!" Jude protested while Lila laughed.

"Don't worry," Lila stage-whispered to Justine. "The Bellingham boys are a lot, but you get used to it."

"I heard that," Jobe called out, but he was grinning as he made his way to Justine's side.

As they decorated the tree, Lila couldn't help but notice how Justine hesitated before placing each ornament, glancing at Denise as if seeking approval. It reminded her of her own early days with the Bellinghams, that desire to fit perfectly into their world.

"The star goes wherever you want, love," Denise assured Justine, seeming to sense her uncertainty. "We're not formal about these things."

Jobe appeared behind Justine, wrapping his arms around her waist in a move so reminiscent of his brother that Lila had to hide her smile. The Bellingham boys and their physical affection - always touching, always close.

"Here," Jobe murmured, lifting Justine slightly so she could reach a higher branch. "Perfect spot."

"You two are sickeningly cute," Lila told Jobe and Justine. "Almost as bad as your brother."

"Please," Jobe scoffed, but his hand stayed at Justine's waist. "We're way cuter."

"Don't start that competition," Mark warned, hanging lights. "I already know my sons can't keep their hands to themselves."

"Dad!" both brothers protested while Justine blushed and Lila laughed.

As the evening continued, Lila watched Justine gradually relax, especially when Jobe kept finding excuses to stay close - adjusting her Santa hat, bringing her hot chocolate, stealing quick kisses when he thought no one was looking.

"They remind me of us," Jude whispered in Lila's ear, pulling her onto his lap in the big armchair.

"Mm, young love," Lila teased, earning a playful pinch.

"Young love? You're like a few months older than them," he murmured against her neck.

"Still."

"Oh, Lila Bila. What am I gonna do with you?"

"Love me obviously," she said, turning her head to plant a kiss on his lips.

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Dinner was a lively affair, the table laden with both traditional English Christmas dishes and Norwegian specialties Denise had insisted on trying. Everyone wore paper crowns from the crackers, even Mark who usually protested such things.

Under the table, Lila texted Zuri:

Lila: "OMG. Jobe brought Justine to Bergen!! Like full-on family Christmas!!" Zuri: "NO WAY. Baby Bellingham's growing up 😭" Lila: "Girl, you should see them. So cute it hurts" Zuri: "Denise must be over the moon" Lila: "Already calling her daughter 😂 Poor girl looks terrified"

Watching Justine navigate the family dynamics was like looking in a mirror from months ago. The way she carefully laughed at Mark's dad jokes, how she kept glancing at Jobe for reassurance, the slight nervousness when Denise asked about her studies.

After dinner, they gathered for movies, everyone in pajamas. Jude pulled Lila close on the couch, his chin resting on her head. Jobe and Justine settled on the floor, surrounded by pillows, his hand absently playing with her hair.

The Polar Express played first. During The Grinch, Lila found herself watching the others more than the screen. Denise kept "sneaking" cookies to everyone, while Mark dozed in his armchair, occasionally waking up to quote his favorite parts.

When bedtime came ("Separate rooms, I mean it!"), Lila retreated to change into her silk pajamas. She sent her Christmas messages:

To Lewis: "Merry Christmas big bro! You deserve this break after your farewell tour. So proud of you heading to Ferrari! Give Amara a big hug from me (though I'm sure you're with her anyway 😉)" To her parents, Nicolas, and her sisters & Mama Carmen: "Miss you! See you for New Year's! ❤️"

The knock on her door surprised her - instead of Jude trying to sneak in more kisses, she found Justine.

"Hey," Justine whispered. "Can we talk?"

Lila ushered her in, patting the bed beside her. "What's up?"

Their conversation flowed easily, both girls cross-legged on Lila's bed. Justine confessed her worries about balancing university with Jobe's football schedule, about the media attention, about living up to the Bellingham name.

"I just... how do you do it?" Justine asked. "Dating a Bellingham boy while having your own life? I'm worried about next term at uni, and Jobe's schedule with Sunderland…"

Lila understood completely. "Honestly? Communication is everything. Jude and I make it work because we talk about everything. The good, the bad, the times we miss each other so much it hurts."

"And the fans? The comments?"

"Keep your Instagram private," Lila advised firmly. "Fuck the naysayers. Focus on you and Jobe. The rest is just noise. And remember - you're not dating the footballer, you're dating the boy who still collects Star Wars Legos and can't cook toast without burning it."

Justine laughed softly. "He's so good to me. Like, ridiculously good. Sometimes I worry it's too good to be true."

"Those Bellingham boys," Lila smiled. "They don't do anything halfway. Trust me, I get it. But that's who they are - all in, heart on sleeve, love without hesitation."

After Justine left, Lila snuggled into bed, feeling content. Her phone lit up with messages - Lewis sending a photo of him and Amara in front of their Christmas tree and Zuri updating her about the Megève adventures. And before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Lila woke to the sound of wind whistling outside her window. Snow swirled in the darkness, creating shadows that danced across her ceiling. The storm had picked up, making the old house creak and settle.

Then she heard it - the distinct sound of floorboards in the hallway, followed by a particular pattern of knocks she'd know anywhere.

Three quick taps, pause, one more.

Lila tiptoed to the door, careful to avoid the squeaky spots she'd noticed earlier. Opening it revealed Jude wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a soft t-shirt.

"Can't sleep," he whispered, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Just want to cuddle."

She stepped aside to let him in, both of them trying not to laugh as the floor creaked despite their best efforts. The storm outside provided perfect cover for their midnight rendezvous, the wind masking their whispered conversation as they settled into bed, Jude's arms wrapping around her waist.

"Your mum's going to kill us," Lila murmured, but she was already melting into his warmth.

"Worth it," he replied, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Jude’s body beside her chased away the chill from the storm outside. Lila had almost drifted back to sleep when his hands started to roam, fingertips brushing lightly along her waist over the silk fabric of her pajama top. She froze, her breath catching as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"Jude," she whispered, her voice a mix of warning and affection. "Your parents are sleeping in the same house."

"They’re on the floor below," he murmured, lips now at her neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses against her skin. "They’re older, they can’t hear."

"That doesn’t make it—" Her words were cut off by the way his teeth lightly scraped against the sensitive spot just beneath her jawline. She shivered, her resolve slipping.

"You can be quiet, right, Li?" he teased, his voice low and raspy. She wanted to argue, to tell him no, but then his hands slid under her top, his palms warm and sure as they caressed her breasts.

"Jude," she tried again, but it came out as more of a breathy plea than the admonishment she intended.

"Hmm?" He kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing them in a kiss so soft yet so utterly consuming that she lost herself in it. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, then tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

He took his time undressing her, the silk of her pajamas slipping away under his gentle yet determined hands. She gasped as the cool air kissed her exposed skin, only to be replaced by the heat of his touch and the soft press of his lips around her nipples. She tried to remind herself of the risk, the fact that his family was downstairs, but every coherent thought melted under his attention.

Jude leaned back briefly, his gaze sweeping over her, full of adoration. "You’re perfect," he murmured, making her cheeks flush even in the dim light of the storm-filtered room. She reached for him, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, and he obliged, pulling it off in one smooth motion. The rest of his clothes followed until he was settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers as if they were made for each other.

He paused, reaching for the bedside drawer, and he couldn’t help the amused smile that tugged at his lips. "Prepared, are we?"

"Always," she replied with a grin, watching as he tore open the condom and slipped it on.

"Hoping I’d sneak in?"

"Who says I was?" she shot back, her voice light but teasing.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, his smile softening into something infinitely tender. "Liar," he whispered before kissing her deeply, leaving no room for argument.

When he entered her, it was slow and deliberate, his movements filled with care as though he wanted to savor every second. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt like home. Each kiss, each touch, spoke volumes of the love between them, a quiet exchange of promises neither had to say aloud.

He whispered her name against her skin, his voice rough with emotion, and she responded in kind, her fingers tracing patterns across his back. The world outside faded away, leaving only the storm, their shared breaths, and the warmth of their connection.

When they finally came undone together, Lila couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped her lips. Jude pressed his forehead against hers, his breathing still uneven as he smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Li," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with affection.

She smiled back. "Merry Christmas, Jude."

Denise’s favorite Christmas playlist was a thing of legend, and this year was no different. The opening notes of “Last Christmas” by WHAM! blasted through the house, the volume high enough to shake the walls.

Lila stirred, the sound pulling her from the warm cocoon of sleep. She blinked groggily, realizing the weight of Jude’s arm was still draped over her waist. The storm had subsided overnight, leaving behind a blanket of snow and a house filled with holiday cheer—and impending chaos.

"Jude," she whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Jude, wake up! Your mum’s going to catch us!"

"Mmm," Jude groaned, burying his face into her neck. "It’s Christmas, Li. Relax."

"She’s knocking on doors," Lila hissed, her voice rising as she heard Denise’s cheerful voice in the hallway.

"Merry Christmas! Get up, get your presents!" Denise called, her knock sharp and rhythmic as she moved from room to room.

Jude finally opened his eyes, his groggy gaze meeting Lila’s worried one. "Okay, okay," he muttered, sitting up and stretching lazily. "We’ve got time."

"We do not have time!" Lila said, already scrambling to find her silk pajama top. She tugged it over her head just as Jude slid out of bed with a frustratingly calm demeanor.

He pulled on his flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, taking his time smoothing out the fabric. "See? Easy."

"Your mum is going to kill me," Lila said, tying her pajama pants as Jude opened the door a crack and peeked out.

"The coast is clear," he whispered with a grin, holding out his hand for her. She hesitated before slipping her hand into his, and together they tiptoed down the hall like a pair of guilty teenagers.

Downstairs, the living room was already buzzing with Christmas energy. Mark stood by the tree, fully dressed as Santa, complete with a fake beard and a red velvet suit. Denise, ever the festive one, was wearing reindeer antlers, a white cashmere sweater dress, and fluffy red slippers.

Justine appeared at the top of the stairs, looking a little overwhelmed but still smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Mark," she greeted, trying to stifle a laugh.

Mark, however, was fully committed to his role. "Who’s this Mark person? You don’t recognize Santa?" he boomed in a deep, theatrical voice.

Jobe groaned as he flopped onto the couch. "Why are you here, Santa? Don’t you have to be back at the North Pole?"

Mark clutched his chest in mock offense. "I’m very close to the North Pole, actually. Plus, I had to see my woman." He turned to Denise, pulling her onto his lap.

Denise giggled like a schoolgirl, clearly enjoying the attention. "Have I been a good girl this year, Santa?" she asked coyly.

"Okay, that’s enough!" Jude declared, his cheeks turning red as he began rummaging under the tree. "Let’s get to the presents before this gets any weirder."

As Mark and Denise continued their playful banter, the girls exchanged a knowing look. Justine mouthed, "This family is crazy!" and Lila couldn’t help but laugh.

Jude started handing out presents, his efficiency rivaling that of an actual elf. Justine unwrapped a small box from Jobe, her eyes widening as she revealed a delicate pair of diamond stud earrings. "Oh my gosh, Jobe," she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. "They’re beautiful."

Jobe grinned sheepishly. "Merry Christmas."

Lila’s heart raced as Jude handed her a small, velvet box. She opened it slowly, her breath catching when she saw the ring inside. It sparkled like an engagement ring, its delicate band and subtle diamond catching the light.

"Something for right now," Jude murmured, his voice soft as he took her hand. "Before the real thing."

Denise let out a gasp, her hand flying to her chest. "Oh, Jude! That’s so sweet!" She wiped at her eyes, clearly overcome with emotion.

Lila slipped the ring onto her finger, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and happiness. "It’s perfect," she said, leaning in to kiss Jude on the cheek.

After the presents were opened and the wrapping paper cleared, they gathered around the table for breakfast. Plates piled high with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the air with the smell of comfort and celebration.

Mark, still wearing his Santa hat, insisted on leading a toast. "To family, to love, and to making this Christmas unforgettable."

The morning unfolded with laughter, teasing, and stories shared around the table. Despite the chaos and close calls, Lila couldn’t help but feel grateful. It wasn’t just the presents or the festivities—it was the warmth of being surrounded by people who loved each other unabashedly.

After breakfast, they bundled up for sledding. Lila disappeared under layers - thermal underwear, ski pants, and an oversized black Moncler puffer that made her look even tinier than usual. As she waddled towards the door, Jude couldn't contain his grin.

"You look like the cutest little penguin I've ever seen," he teased, earning himself a playful swat.

"Not all of us are built like trees," she retorted, but her eyes sparkled with amusement behind her designer ski goggles.

The hill behind the house was perfect for sledding. Jobe immediately claimed the fastest sled, prompting Jude to scoff.

"Please, you need all the help you can get," Jude taunted. "What's your technique gonna be? Naruto running down the hill?"

"Better than looking like a giraffe on ice," Jobe shot back. "You’re gonna lose, old man."

"Old man?" Jude's eyebrows shot up. "Alright then, prove it. First one to that tree wins."

"What tree? The one you can reach standing still?"

Their first few runs were close, each brother claiming victory while the girls kept actual score. Jude's longer legs gave him an advantage on the trudge back up, but Jobe's lighter frame meant faster runs down.

"That's three-two, my favor," Jobe gloated after another run.

"In what universe?" Jude demanded. "You're counting that wonky run where you nearly took out that bush?"

"A win's a win, bruv."

"Watch this then," Jude positioned his sled. "This is how a Real Madrid star does it."

His run was perfect until Jobe "accidentally" sent a spray of snow into his face at the bottom.

"Oh, you're done for," Jude growled playfully, tackling his brother into a snowbank.

They wrestled in the snow like kids, their expensive coats doing nothing to protect them from the wet cold. Justine and Lila stood to the side, sharing knowing looks.

From the porch, where Denise and Mark sat by the outdoor fire pit nursing hot toddies, came the warning they all knew was coming:

"Jude Victor and Jobe Samuel!" Denise's voice carried clear across the snow. "If you don't cut that foolishness out right now..."

The brothers separated instantly, recognizing that tone all too well. Their mother didn't need to finish the threat - they were already brushing snow off their coats, looking appropriately chastened.

"Every time," Mark chuckled, wrapping an arm around his wife.

"Works every time," Denise corrected with a satisfied smile.

Lila caught Justine's eye and they both burst out laughing. The mighty Bellingham boys, brought to heel by their mother's voice. Some things never changed.

"One more run?" Jobe suggested innocently.

"Clean one this time," Jude agreed. "No cheating."

"Me? Cheat? I would never-"

"Jobe."

"Fine, fine. May the best man win."

"Don't worry," Jude smirked. "I will."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

As they watched their boyfriends take on another run down the hill, Lila realized how perfectly Justine fit into their chaos, just like she had. The Bellinghams had a way of making family out of love, of turning girlfriends into daughters, of making space in their hearts for more. Christmas with them was exactly that - chaotic, warm, and absolutely perfect.

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what's up, jude? what's up, lila? (hey there, delilah epilogue) • jude bellingham

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, light smut, adult jokes (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @dreamingjude @foreverisntenough @nichmeddar @lettersofgold @judesvirtual @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @cocobutterqwueen @leilaxaliel @ispywithmylileye @vile-harlot @bellinghaalands @certifiedlesbianbaddie @yeea-nah @empressdede @saturnville @pinkcatcus @shepgurl @ffenthusiastt @serpenttines-library @judesprincess @bbgkoo @enretrogue @liamundi

A/N: This series is officially finished! Thank you for your support, comments, and appreciation for this fic. I will be doing two more one-shots for Jobe. Please keep in mind that this is set before my recent Jobe oneshot and around Chapter 3 of FBF (August 2024). You will see more of Lila and Jude in my other series, Fouled by Fate, which picks up literally the same time as this finishes. Jude and Lila are my babies, and I'm so happy you guys loved them, too!

The air in the Olympic fencing arena buzzed with anticipation. Lila sat between Snoop Dogg and Nina Dobrev, trying to focus on Miles' match while being acutely aware of the camera shutters working overtime behind them. As usual, they seemed more interested in her brother than the actual competition.

"There go the vultures," Lila muttered as another burst of flashes erupted, no doubt capturing Lewis and Amara's every move. She could already imagine tomorrow's tabloid headlines: "F1 Champion's New Love" or something equally dramatic.

"Let 'em talk," Snoop said beside her, his laid-back drawl carrying a hint of amusement. "They gonna do it anyway, might as well give 'em something to talk about."

Lila smiled, grateful for his easy-going presence. "True. Though I think they've got enough material with those two," she nodded towards Lewis and Amara, who were engrossed in conversation with Shaun White.

"Speaking of headlines," Snoop continued, "saw your Versace previews. Looking fire, baby girl."

"Thanks," Lila beamed. The campaign had been a dream come true, though she couldn't wait to show Jude the final results in September. "Just hoping I did the brand justice."

"Please," Nina chimed in from her other side. "You're killing it."

Snoop nodded in agreement, then his expression turned more serious. "Now, what about that soccer boy of yours? He treating you right?"

Lila felt warmth spread through her chest at the mention of Jude. He was back in Madrid, throwing himself into pre-season training with Real Madrid, while she was set to join him in two days. "He's perfect," she said softly. "More than perfect, actually."

"Good," Snoop said, satisfaction evident in his tone. "'Cause you know we got your back if he ain't."

A cheer erupted from the crowd as Miles scored a point. Lila jumped up, clapping enthusiastically. From the corner of her eye, she caught Amara squeezing Lewis' hand in excitement, and she couldn't help but smile. Despite her initial reservations, she had to admit - they looked good together.

As she sat back down, her phone buzzed with a message from Jude:

Miss you. Madrid's not the same without you x

Lila's smile widened as she typed back a quick reply. Two more days, and she'd be back where she belonged - in Madrid with Jude.

The crowd collectively groaned as Miles lost his chance at gold. Lila slumped back in her seat, disappointed for her bonus brother but proud he was still in contention for bronze.

As people began to shuffle out of their seats, Lila stood to hug Snoop goodbye. "Thanks for coming, Uncle Snoop."

"Anything for you, baby girl. Keep killing it out there."

Lewis approached, that easy smile of his in place. "Unc, you good for dinner tomorrow?"

"You know it," Snoop replied. "Hit me up with the details."

While Lewis got caught up chatting with what seemed like half the arena, Lila and Amara found themselves standing off to the side. Camera shutters continued their relentless clicking behind them.

"Watch this," Amara muttered, doing a spot-on impression of Lewis' media voice. "'Yeah man, just trying to support my bestie Miles, you know what I mean?'"

Lila burst into giggles. "Oh my god, that's exactly how he sounds!"

As they shared a laugh, Lila couldn't help but think how naturally Amara fit into their world. She had an ease about her that made everything feel less intense, less serious.

Finally, Lewis made his way back to them, immediately pulling Amara in for a soft kiss. The cameras went absolutely mental, the rapid-fire clicks almost deafening.

Amara pulled back with a smirk. "You're doing this on purpose now, aren't you?"

"Maybe," Lewis grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic.

"You two are ridiculous," Lila said, rolling her eyes fondly. But watching them together, she felt a surge of happiness for her brother. He deserved someone who could handle both his world and his heart with equal grace.

"Says the girl who's about to run off to Madrid to be with her footballer," Lewis teased.

"Speaking of," Amara added, "when does your flight leave?"

"Day after tomorrow," Lila replied, already counting down the hours until she'd see Jude again.

"Well then," Lewis said, wrapping an arm around each of them, "let's make the most of our time together. Dinner?"

As they made their way out of the arena, dodging photographers and well-wishers alike, Lila felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Everything was falling into place - her career, her relationship, her family. Even her brother's love life. Who would have thought?

The restaurant was one of those impossibly chic Parisian spots, all soft lighting and understated elegance. As they settled into their round table, Lila couldn't help but notice how everyone had naturally paired off - Lewis with Amara, Nina with Shaun, even Spinz had brought his girlfriend along. She felt like a sixth wheel, acutely aware of Jude's absence.

Her brother caught her pout. "Aw Peanut, what's wrong?"

"Probably misses her lil' boyfriend," Spinz commented, making Lewis roll his eyes, though without his usual bite.

"Li, you'll see him soon. You know co-dependency isn't healthy."

That made her scoff. "I'm perfectly capable of fending for myself, Lewis. I don't need Jude all the time."

Both Lewis and Amara cocked their heads to the side, clearly unconvinced.

"Okay, Peanut. We could go shopping tomorrow, okay?" Lewis offered, and Lila instantly perked up.

"For my Birkin?" she asked hopefully, grinning so wide all thirty-two teeth were on display.

"Yes…" Lewis said, taking a sip of his water. Amara nudged him playfully. "What? You want a Birkin too, baby?"

"No, Lewis," Amara shook her head with a light chuckle. "You're crazy."

Why was she in her business? Lila's eyebrows shot up at Amara's intervention. She was ready to shut this down if needed - brother's girlfriend or not.

But Amara surprised her again. "But if you want to properly get the job done, I say give her a car as well. What's going on with that?" She winked at Lila.

"Yeah, Lew, where's my new Benz?" Lila added.

The whole table erupted in laughter.

"I thought you wanted a G Wagon?" Lewis noted.

"That too. Now that you 'bout to be making Ferrari money, you can afford two cars and a Birkin," she mused.

"Don't you have money?" her brother countered. "Matter of fact, didn't your footballer sign a new contract with Louis Vuitton and Real Madrid?"

"Yes," Lila stated proudly, holding her head higher. "But I already ran his pockets. You're next, big brother." She held out her hand, beckoning for money.

"You're fuckin’ rotten," he said, shaking his head.

"You made me like this," she retorted, earning a chorus of "oohs" and "she got you there, bud" from around the table.

"Damn, if this is you with your sister, I can only imagine a baby," Amara joked.

Lewis turned to look at her, his expression softening. "The baby is going to be worse, especially if it's a girl."

The tender moment between them made Lila smile despite herself. Maybe Amara wasn't so bad after all. Still, she made a mental note to call Jude later. Paris was beautiful, but it would be even better with him here.

Jobe was feeling good, riding the high after a solid win against Cardiff City. The locker room had been buzzing with energy, and the post-match celebrations were still fresh in his mind. And now, with the next day off, he was looking forward to a chill weekend with Justine. It had been about a week into their friends-with-benefits situation, and things were going alright. They’d kept it simple—texts, memes, and a couple of calls to talk through some stuff. Both of them knew what it was, and with her teaching placement starting next month, they were trying to squeeze in as much time together as they could.

Jobe's phone buzzed just as he heard the knock on the door. He knew it was Justine before even checking the message.

Opening the door, he saw her standing there, a smile on her face, overnight bag in hand. "Come in," Jobe said, grabbing the bag from her and stepping aside to let her in.

"Thanks," she said, stepping into the flat, her eyes taking in the space.

Jobe’s place was pretty much what you’d expect from a guy his age who was constantly in and out because of training and matches. It wasn’t dirty by any means, but it had that "organized mess" vibe. The living room had a couple of plates stacked on the coffee table, a few empty water bottles scattered around, and his PlayStation controllers tangled up in their wires. A couple of framed posters of his favorite musicians were hung up, alongside signed football jerseys—one from his own club and another from Jude’s time at Dortmund. His football boots were near the door, and a pile of laundry sat on a chair near the kitchen, waiting for attention. But amidst the mess, you could tell he had his routine. His boots were always in the same spot, the dishes were stacked neatly, even if they weren’t washed, and his training gear was laid out for the next session in a tidy heap.

"Nice place," Justine commented, though her tone was playful. She set down her handbag and glanced around. "Bit of a bachelor pad vibe, though.”

Jobe chuckled, shrugging. "I like to call it 'controlled chaos.' I know where everything is." He dropped her overnight bag near the sofa and then looked over at her, catching the way she was taking it all in.

Justine kicked off her sneakers, making herself comfortable as she wandered around. "So, you’re sure you don’t need to tidy up a bit? I mean, what if your mum drops by?" she teased, her eyes landing on the pile of laundry.

Jobe smirked, running a hand through his hair. "Mum’s not coming all the way up here, trust me. And besides, you know how it is—footie, eat, sleep, repeat."

He stepped closer to her, catching her wrist and pulling her into him. "But if it bothers you, I could clean up… or we could just pretend it doesn’t exist." He grinned, his tone suggestive.

Justine laughed, rolling her eyes. "I think I’ll survive. For now."

Jobe grinned back, his eyes lingering on her a bit longer. He was enjoying how easy things felt between them. They weren’t exactly all over each other every day, but the dynamic worked. They could spend time apart, shoot a meme, and laugh over random stuff, then meet up when it made sense. It wasn’t serious, and that’s what made it feel good. With Justine’s teaching placement starting soon and his season about to kick into full gear, they both knew things would get busier. That was why this weekend together felt important. A little downtime before life got crazy again.

As he led her further into the flat, Jobe motioned to the sofa. "Make yourself at home. I’ll grab us something to drink." He headed toward the kitchen, glancing back at her as she settled in.

"Where’s Jude these days?" Justine asked, leaning back on the couch, her eyes following him.

Jobe grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. "Madrid. He’s getting ready for the season training and all that." He tossed one bottle to her, watching as she caught it easily. “His girl, Lila, is in Paris for the Olympics. She’s been sending me pics of all the events she’s been going to, living her best life."

Justine smiled, twisting the cap off her bottle. "Lila is so cool. Must be amazing being around all those athletes."

Jobe nodded. "Yeah, she’s loving it. Said she’s planning to send me a signed jersey from Team USA’s basketball squad. Gotta say, I’m a bit jealous, but happy for her." He sat down next to her, stretching out his legs and letting out a content sigh. "So, how’s the teaching stuff coming along?"

Justine took a sip of her water, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Placement starts next month. I’m excited but nervous. It’s gonna be intense, but I’m ready for it."

Jobe nodded, appreciating her drive. "I bet you’ll smash it." He gave her a playful nudge. "But until then, you’ve got me all to yourself for the weekend.”

She smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Lucky me.”

Jobe grinned, leaning in closer. "Nah, lucky me," he said, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. The kiss deepened quickly, the heat between them intensifying. Jobe's teeth gently nibbled on Justine's bottom lip, and he couldn't help but look at how great her lips looked. "These lips of yours would feel much better wrapped around me."

Justine pulled back just slightly, catching his gaze with a sharp look. "I could say the same about those pussy-eating lips of yours. You better be good for it, Bellingham."

Jobe smirked, his fingers hooking under the waistband of his joggers. "I'm definitely good for it, Jus." Without breaking eye contact, he yanked both his joggers and boxers down in one smooth motion, letting them ball around his ankles. His erection sprung free, the tip already glistening with arousal.

Justine’s eyes flicked down, and instinctively, her hand wrapped around him, her touch firm yet teasing as she stroked him slowly. Her fingers moved with precision, using the wetness already there to aid her in her movements. Jobe let out a soft groan, loving the way her hand felt on him.

"You swallow, right?" he joked, his voice low and breathy, unable to resist teasing her. Justine's hand tightened around his shaft in response, causing him to release a shaky breath. "I kinda like that rough shit though. Just fair warning."

She shot him a deadly glare. "You wouldn’t like it if I bite it off," she replied, her tone sharp but playful, matching his energy.

"Ooh, is that a promise?" Jobe continued to joke, even though the tightness of her grip had his head spinning. "You’re a lil’ freak, aren’t ya?"

"Shut the fuck up," Justine snapped back with a smirk, then bent forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

The warmth of her tongue and the wetness of her mouth wrapped around him sent a jolt of pleasure through Jobe’s entire body. He sucked in a breath, his hand instinctively moving to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hips rocking slightly forward, pushing deeper into her mouth.

Justine worked him with skill, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took more of him, bobbing her head slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm. Jobe’s head fell back against the sofa, his hand tightening in her hair as his mind went hazy from the pleasure.

For the first time in a while, he felt like he could just relax. Football was going great, things with Justine were fun and uncomplicated, and he had the whole weekend to look forward to. Life, for now, felt pretty good.

Lewis lay sprawled on his back, the sheets loosely tangled around his legs, the night air from the open window gently sweeping across the room. Paris glimmered outside, a soft halo of lights casting the room in a muted glow. Beside him, Amara was curled into the crook of his arm, her body warm and soft against his.

Their last night together before she would head back to LA.

He exhaled quietly, staring up at the ceiling as the weight of his thoughts settled in. This season so far had been a blur—races, podiums, media appearances. And now, just a few days in Paris before he headed off to Africa for his summer break then he’d finished out the rest of the F1 season. But this wasn’t what had him distracted. It was Amara. The way things had shifted between them.

Casual wasn’t casual anymore.

They’d made it official. He had never thought it would feel so different, yet it did. He liked it—liked her—but now there was something heavier on his chest. At thirty-nine, Lewis couldn’t help but feel like time was slipping through his fingers. Racing had always been his focus, his purpose. But as the years went by, he started thinking more about what came next. His future. And whether Amara was part of it.

"You're quiet," Amara’s voice broke through his thoughts, her head lifting slightly from his chest to look at him. She wore that smile he had come to like—a mix of warmth and curiosity, like she could read him even when he tried to hide behind silence.

Lewis chuckled softly, his hand brushing through her hair. "Just thinking."

"About what?" she asked, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his skin.

"About you. About us." He paused for a moment, then added, "About where things are going."

Amara shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. She studied his face, her brow furrowing slightly. "You nervous or something?"

Lewis exhaled, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Not nervous. Just… thinking ahead, I guess."

"About what?"

He hesitated for a second, then let the words spill out. "I’m almost forty, Amara. Racing’s not gonna last forever, and it’s got me wondering what I want when that’s over. Who I want."

Her gaze softened, and she remained silent for a beat, letting his words hang in the air between them. They had been together for a while now, but making it official had added a new layer. It was no longer just about having fun or being in the moment. There was something more real about it now. Something that required them to actually consider the future, together or not.

"I get it," she said finally, her voice soft but steady. "I’ve been thinking about it too."

Lewis glanced at her, slightly surprised. "You have?"

She nodded. "I mean, I’m not getting any younger either. And with so much going on with my modeling career, I’ve been wondering how we’re going to balance this. You’ve got your races, your whole F1 world, and I have my career. It’s a lot."

He ran a hand down his face, feeling the weight of her words settle in. It was a lot. Their lives were worlds apart—him on the road, jumping between cities and circuits, and her life in LA. They had been good at keeping things light, making it work, but now they were both staring at the reality of what this would look like long-term.

"I don’t want to be the guy that holds you back," Lewis said quietly. "Or the one that’s never around because I’m chasing the next race."

Amara looked at him, her hand resting on his chest. "And I don’t want to be the woman who can’t keep up with you, or who’s left behind because your life is moving at a hundred miles per hour."

They both fell silent, the truth of their situation sinking in. There was no easy answer here. No neat solution to make things fit. But at the same time, neither of them was ready to walk away. They were in it now—official, committed—and that meant figuring it out together.

"I’m not saying I’ve got it all figured out," Lewis said after a moment, his voice thoughtful. "But I want to try. I want to see where this can go."

Amara smiled softly, her eyes glimmering in the dim light. "So do I."

They kissed again, a slower, deeper kiss that spoke more of reassurance than passion. When they finally pulled apart, Amara rested her head on his chest once more, her fingers idly playing with the chain around his neck.

"So?" she asked quietly.

Lewis exhaled, staring at the ceiling again. "I'm off to Africa then I have to finish out the season. After that… I don’t know. I guess we figure it out."

Amara nodded against his chest, her voice growing softer as she spoke. "Well, I’ll be here, figuring it out with you."

They lay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, letting the weight of the conversation settle into something lighter. The future still felt uncertain, but for now, they were in this together, and that was enough.

As Lewis’s thoughts drifted, he couldn’t help but think about Lila. She was in Madrid right now with Jude and Lewis had to admit, he was starting to like the guy more than he expected. Jude had surprised him—calm, focused, and deeply committed to Lila. It was something he could respect.

He had always been protective of his little sister, especially when it came to guys. But Jude had earned his approval, bit by bit. And now, seeing how happy Lila was, it made him wonder if maybe this thing with Amara could be the real deal too.

"You're thinking about them, aren’t you?" Amara’s voice pulled him back to the present.

Lewis chuckled. "How’d you know?"

"I can tell when your brain’s somewhere else. Lila and Jude, right?"

"Yeah," Lewis admitted. "I didn’t think I’d like him at first. Thought he was too much of a dickhead for her. But now… I don’t know. He’s been good for her. They’ve been good for each other."

Amara smiled. "Sounds like you’re coming around."

Lewis nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guess I am."

He thought about how happy Lila seemed with Jude, how they made it work despite their different worlds. It gave him a little bit of hope, knowing that maybe he and Amara could figure things out too.

"You know," he said after a moment, "watching them makes me think about us. And I’m starting to think… maybe we’ve got a shot at this. Even with everything going on."

Amara looked up at him, her eyes warm and steady. "I think so too."

They shared another kiss, slow and tender, before settling back into the comfort of each other’s arms. Tomorrow, Amara would head back to LA, and Lewis would leave Paris to enjoy the rest of his summer break. But tonight, in the quiet of their last night together, they had each other. And for now, that was all that mattered.

Jude wiped the sweat from his forehead after another grueling day of training in Madrid. As intense as his sessions were, nothing compared to the way his heart soared when he thought about Lila. Waking up and going to bed with her these past few days had been pure bliss, and the fact that she’d be with him for a few more days and joining him in Poland for the UEFA Final against Atalanta kept that dopey grin plastered across his face.

There was also plenty of tea from the day that he couldn’t wait to spill. Shit had been wild recently—Trent broke up with that girl he’d been seeing, an actor's daughter, and was already on the rebound. His barber, Adam, was thinking about having another kid, which seemed crazy, but Adam was in his thirties, so Jude guessed it was expected. Jobe was hanging out with Justine nonstop, even though his little brother swore he wasn’t trying to be in a relationship. Jude wasn’t buying it, though—it sounded like Jobe was real close to the deep in. And then, there was Aurélien and his crazy-ass arranged marriage. It was wild as fuck to Jude.

As soon as Jude got home, he kicked off his football boots at the front door and padded inside, calling out, "Lila!"

"In the kitchen," came her sweet voice, and Jude headed straight there, chuckling. Lila had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen lately, and he wasn’t complaining one bit, especially since her cooking was amazing. Plus, with his mum back in Birmingham for the week, home-cooked meals felt like a luxury.

The delicious smell hit him as soon as he entered the kitchen. "Lila, babes, shit's really hit the fan today," he said, walking up behind her as she stood at the stove. Her petite frame barely cleared the stove itself. He kissed the top of her head and gave her a playful smack on the ass as he made his way to the fridge to grab a Gatorade.

"Jude! Jesus Christ!" Lila yelped, scolding him, but Jude just scoffed as he took a swig of his drink.

"I don’t know why you’re complaining. You damn sure weren’t last night when I had you—"

"Jude Victor William, I hope you aren’t about to say what I think you are?" his mother’s voice suddenly interrupted, shaking him to his core.

"Mmmhmmm, see?" Lila pointed to her phone, which was propped up against a jar of peppers on FaceTime with his mum.

"Li, what the hell? Why didn’t you warn me?" Jude sputtered, quickly closing his Gatorade and trying to put on his most innocent face. "Hi Mummy. How’s Dad?"

His mother rolled her eyes, but there was a smile there. "Your dad’s taking a nap, love. How are you?"

"Can’t complain. Ancelotti’s been working us hard, but you know we’re gonna kick ass on Saturday."

"Language, Jude," she lightly scolded. "But yes, Lila was just telling me how excited she was to visit Poland."

Jude squinted at Lila. "Why’re you chatting with my girl, Mum? Something wrong?"

"I can’t talk to my daughter-in-law now?" his mother asked with mock offense, clutching fake pearls.

"Come off it, Mum," Jude groaned, but then something clicked. "Wait, daughter-in-law? You plottin’ something?"

"Maybe," his mum teased, "but Lila wanted my recipe for pepper steak, so I decided to hop on and give her a step-by-step. We got to talking about other things. Anyway, Lila, just let it simmer for twenty minutes and you know how to plate it with the rice and plantains?"

Jude’s eyes widened at the mention of plantains. "She made plantains too?" He glanced over at the other burner, where a pan of freshly fried plantains sat.

"Wait until dinner is ready, you pest," Lila scolded, swatting him away. She turned back to his mother. "Thank you so much, Denise. I’ll talk to you later."

"Later, Li," his mum said, then directed her goodbye to Jude. "Bye, sweetheart."

"Bye, Mummy." Jude blew her a kiss before she hung up. "Daughter-in-law?" Jude teased Lila as she put the lid on the pot.

Lila laughed and pointed at him. “Didn’t you have something to tell me?”

"Oh right, yeah," Jude said, leaning against the counter. "Remember how I told you about Aurélien and that crazy-ass arranged marriage set up by his parents?"

"Yeah…"

"And that his fiancée’s been living with him in Madrid?"

"Yeah, Jude, this is old news."

"Well, get this: he’s bringing her to Poland with him."

"No fucking way!” Lila’s jaw dropped.

"Way. Told me he doesn’t want her to ‘feel lonely or some shit’.” Jude put up air quotes and tried his best to mimic Aurélien’s French accent. "But he’s not slick. Apparently, her father’s a nightmare, and you know how Aurélien gets when he’s protective, so she’s tagging along. He even wanted me to ask you if you’d hang out with her in the stands."

"Wow, that’s major!" Lila said, wide-eyed.

"Right?” Jude laughed.

"Her name’s Zuri?"

"Yeah."

"Wait, hold on a second." Lila grabbed her phone, pulling up Instagram.

Jude leaned over. "Are you stalking her?"

"Well, you’ve met her before. I don’t even know what she looks like, so of course, I’m stalking her."

Jude chuckled, letting her logic win. After a few taps and scrolls, she finally found Zuri’s profile. "Oh, she’s pretty! I love her tooth gem."

"Yeah, she’s a real nice girl," Jude said, sneaking over to grab a plantain from the pan.

"JUDE!" Lila pinched his side, making him flinch and giggle.

"Stop it, woman! You know I’m ticklish there!" he protested.

"Serves you right for trying to eat all my plantains. Dinner’s almost ready," Lila scolded, smiling.

Jude couldn’t help but pull her close, kissing her deeply. "I love you, Lila," he murmured, eyes soft but full of intensity.

"I love you more, Jude," she whispered back, her gaze never leaving his.

Jude held Lila close, her warmth enveloping him in a way nothing else ever could. He couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his forehead to hers, his heart swelling with something far deeper than affection. It was as though every moment they spent together reminded him just how lucky he was to have her in his life. He never thought that after all those months of pining over her on social media, she would become his entire world. But here they were. His girl. His everything.

Jude thought back to the way he’d once daydreamed about what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her, and now it was his daily reality. And he still couldn’t get enough. Her laughter, the way she danced around the house in his oversized shirts, how she always knew just when he needed to be comforted or teased—it all felt surreal.

He couldn’t imagine his life without her now. Training, matches, and everything else seemed like background noise when compared to her presence. Lila was the one thing that made sense in all the chaos. The grounding force that kept him centered when everything around him felt like it was moving too fast.

Pulling back slightly, Jude cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You know you're it for me, right?" he said quietly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability he rarely showed. "I don't need anything else. Just you."

Lila smiled up at him, her heart-shaped lips curving into that sweet smile that had him hooked from the beginning. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. "You're stuck with me, Jude Bellingham."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Jude realized this was what he'd always wanted. Not the fame, not the attention, but the quiet moments like these. The ones where he could just be Jude, not a football star, not someone always in the spotlight. Just a man, hopelessly in love with the woman who made his life feel complete.

This was it. His endgame.

And for the first time in a long time, Jude felt like he had everything he needed.

THE END......

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June 2030

Six years had passed since Jude Bellingham first fell in love with Delilah Hamilton, but he hadn’t been able to wait until he was twenty-eight to marry her. Miraculously, he made it to twenty-seven, although Lord knows he wanted to marry her the same year they got together. Instead, they’d spent their years soaking up every bit of life: endless vacations, family gatherings, navigating hard times together. Jude had won two Ballon d'Ors, led England to two Euro championships, and they’d watched Lewis claim his rightful eighth and ninth World Drivers’ Championships (really his ninth and tenth, if you know you know) before retiring three years ago—but he's still involved, serving none other than Chief Strategic Partnerships & Marketing Officer of Formula 1. Jude had even helped led Real Madrid to another UEFA Champions League win last year and then he finally proposed to Lila on Valentine’s Day.

Now, months later, today was here—their wedding day.

The setting was perfect: Lewis’ villa in Tuscany, Italy, where the sun cast a golden glow across the vineyard-covered hills. Jude smiled to himself, grateful to his future brother-in-law for footing the bill for this extravagant celebration, though he swore he’d pay him back—maybe by babysitting his and Amara’s three kids, which would be a task in itself. Lewis had married Amara just before Jude and Lila celebrated their second anniversary, and now their family was complete with three lively little girls whom Lila adored. She always played with them, spoiled them with gifts, and Jude loved watching her transform into "Auntie Lila" whenever they were around.

As for their own wedding, Jude didn’t care about the details—he just wanted to marry her. The flowers, the decorations, the grand design? All of Lila’s ideas, every last touch, from the romantic white rose arrangements to the silk drapery, yet Jude counted down the minutes until she became his wife.

In the groom's room, Jude was getting ready with his closest mates and his brother—Jobe, Trent, Camavinga, Aurélien, Odin, Toby, Noah, and of course, Lewis. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and banter as they adjusted their tuxedoes, smoked cigars, and exchanged light banter.

Just then, the door creaked open to reveal Zuri, Aurélien’s wife, her baby bump noticeable under the flowy gown she wore. At seven months pregnant with their second child, she still moved with the quickness of a New Yorker. Zuri whispered something to Aurélien, and his brow furrowed.

"Another blowout?" he asked, kissing his teeth in exasperation. It was clearly about their 10-month-old son, Etiénne. "I’ll be right back," Aurélien sighed, "Eti had another blowout."

"Damn, what are you guys feeding him?" Trent joked as he tightened his bow tie.

"Seriously," Jobe added with a laugh. "Give him some medicine or something. Poor lil' dude has to have tummy issues."

Aurélien just shook his head and left the room. Zuri was about to follow him, but Jude caught her wrist, his eyes full of curiosity.

"How’s Li doin’?" he asked, the nervousness finally creeping into his voice.

Zuri gave him a pointed look and folded her arms over her bump. "No, I can't tell you anything."

"What? Not even if she's okay?" Jude added, flashing her his signature puppy dog eyes. "Please, Zu, just tell me."

"Fine," Zuri groaned dramatically, then leaned in. "She’s eating… and crying because your Mum gifted her something blue. It was your grandmother's earrings."

Of course, she was crying. Lila had been an emotional wreck all week, but Jude felt warmth flood his chest knowing his mum had gifted Lila such a meaningful heirloom.

"At least she's eating," Jude mused.

"Yeah… weird stuff too… like she’s—" Zuri stopped mid-sentence, cutting a sharp glance at Jude. Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, "She's pregnant?"

Jude just nodded, unable to hide the smug grin that spread across his face.

"Wow, wasted no time, did you?" Zuri teased, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Jude shrugged with a grin. "They both have my last name, so it doesn’t matter."

Zuri shook her head, laughing softly before she slipped out of the room. Jude couldn’t help but think about the promise he’d made—how he wouldn’t get Lila pregnant before they hit their first anniversary as husband and wife. Well, so much for that plan. But as far as he was concerned, it could be worse. At least by the time Baby JB made his or her entrance, Lila would officially be Mrs. Delilah Hamilton-Bellingham.

With final adjustments made to their tuxes and a few snaps from the wedding photographer, the guys made their way to the ceremony’s venue–a small, recently renovated church located on the tail end of Lewis’ estate. As Jude walked down the aisle, shaking hands and receiving well-wishes from guests, his heart raced faster with every step. His friends and family were all there—teammates, coaches, Lila’s family, and more. But his focus was on what came next: the moment he'd been waiting for.

The groomsmen filed down the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids, with Jade, Lila’s best friend, as her matron of honor. Then the air shifted. The anticipation grew as every guest stood to witness the bride’s arrival.

The French doors opened, and there she was.

Lila walked down the aisle, arm in arm with her father, Anthony, who kept wiping tears of joy from his face. She looked radiant in her princess-style wedding dress, lace veil, and the long train reminiscent of Princess Diana’s iconic gown. "Ave Maria" filled the air, and Jude’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her. She looked every bit like an angel—his angel.

A single tear slipped from his eye, and he quickly wiped it away, only for more to follow as Lila got closer. Finally, she stood in front of him, the woman he’d loved for years.

"Who gives this woman away?" asked the priest.

Anthony, overcome with emotion, was bawling, unable to speak. Lewis stepped forward from the groomsmen to comfort their father as the murmurs in the crowd grew. After hugging both his son and daughter, Anthony finally managed to choke out, "I give her away," before placing Lila’s hand into Jude’s.

Jude looked down at Lila’s veil-covered face, her eyes brimming with tears, her cheeks stained from the emotions of the day. He couldn’t stop himself from whispering, "I love you, Lila Bila."

"I love you more, Judey Bear," she whispered back.

They barely registered the priest’s words about marriage and its tribulations. All that mattered was this moment—just the two of them, standing together, ready to start the rest of their lives.

[floralotter]

Literally my fave Jude fic ever !!!

The thought put into the series is so clear: through the way that all the characters interlink and meshed well with one another and how the overall story flows through the other couples aswell to further the plot, I really enjoyed seeing the quirks and flaws of the characters and how it made them seem real.

I just wanted to say that as someone studying English, reading this story has been not just entertaining but also educational ! We are always thinking about how to create a memorable story with moments that stay with the reader and you just HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD!!

I think that some of my favourite moments have been when there are scenes with parents involved (especially our queen Denise 👑) as they create such a vivid story in mind > I still chuckle about when Lila FaceTimed Denise and Jude smacked her bum (I had to take a break the first time I read it as all I could think about was how I would have been so embarrassed if I was there in the moment 😭)

P.s I just wanted to add this comment as I am often guilty of not verbalising how I feel about a stories and I realise that for the writer this can be discouraging. So I just wanted to make it apparent that myself and so many more LOVE your work and your talent. So I’m sending you love and support, wishing you the best with whatever you do !!!

Thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into this blog 🥰

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (8/8)

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, mentions of unprotected sex/risk of pregnancy, smut (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @dreamingjude @foreverisntenough @nichmeddar @lettersofgold @judesbabymamas @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @cocobutterqwueen @leilaxaliel @ispywithmylileye @vile-harlot @bellinghaalands @certifiedlesbianbaddie @yeea-nah @empressdede @saturnville @pinkcatcus @shepgurl @trentswrld @taytropicana @ffenthusiastt @serpenttines-library @judesprincess @bbgkoo @enretrogue @liamundi

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! Shoutout to @purplelewlew for helping me with the Jamaican patois (translations in the parentheses). Also, this chapter is rather long!!!

Was that one line or two?

Lila squinted down at the small plastic stick in her hand, the faint lines blurring together as she tried to make sense of them. She tilted the test under the dim light of the bathroom, her mind racing.

It wasn’t even hers—this was Jade’s pregnancy test.

"Lila!" Jade’s voice pierced through the confusion, breaking Lila’s concentration. "What’s it say?"

Lila blinked, snapping out of her trance as she turned toward her friend. Jade was standing there, eyes wide, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Lila looked back at the test in her hand.

One line. Negative. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"It’s negative," she said softly, handing it back to Jade. Relief washed over Jade’s face as she exhaled dramatically, her shoulders slumping in visible relief.

"Thank God," Jade mumbled, running a hand through her braids. She took the test from Lila and tossed it into the trash, her mood visibly lifting. "I was really starting to freak out."

"You weren’t being careful?" Lila asked, her brow furrowed.

Jade shrugged, avoiding Lila’s eyes for a moment before admitting, "Not really. I mean, we’ve been... you know, not super safe the last few times."

Lila’s eyes widened. "Wait, with who?"

"Ryan," Jade said casually, as if dropping the name of some old schoolmate wasn’t about to completely shock Lila.

"Ryan? The one from school?" Lila gaped. "How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks," Jade said with a small, almost embarrassed smile. "It’s just... casual. FWB, you know?"

Lila shook her head, both surprised and slightly impressed. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me."

"I wanted to, but you’ve been so wrapped up with Jude," Jade said, her voice light and teasing. "Not that I’m mad or anything, I get it. He’s a big deal."

Lila felt a pang of guilt at that. She had been so caught up in her relationship with Jude, barely making time for her friends, especially Jade. Tonight was the first night in weeks she’d really spent time with them, and it was Jade’s twentieth birthday.

"I’m sorry," Lila said softly. "I should’ve made more time."

Jade waved her off. "Don’t sweat it. You’re here now, that’s what matters."

The evening had started out like any other girls' night, with them pregaming at Jade’s flat. The group was a mix of old friends, and one or two new faces Jade had met through work. Then there was Tasha—Jade’s other friend from Stevenage, who Lila had never really gotten on with.

Tasha was tall, with long, dark brown hair and an overly critical air about her. She was always quick with a snide comment or passive-aggressive jab, and though Lila tolerated her for Jade’s sake, she’d always found her exhausting. There was something about the way Tasha looked down at Lila that never sat right, but for Jade’s birthday, Lila kept the peace.

Earlier in the night, Tasha had come up with the bright idea to turn a random TikTok “game” into the night’s entertainment. Apparently, she’d seen some influencer challenge her friends to buy pregnancy tests as a joke, and Tasha decided it’d be “fun” for them to do the same.

"Are you serious?" Lila had asked, raising an eyebrow when Tasha proposed the idea.

"Totally. It's just a laugh," Tasha had shrugged, her tone dripping with nonchalance. "I mean, unless some of you have something to hide..."

Jade, always up for a good time, had giggled and agreed to the idea, much to Lila's surprise. So, they went to Boots, buying a pack of pregnancy tests along with their usual party essentials, and soon they were all back at Jade's flat, the pregame continuing in full swing.

Now, Lila found herself holding the negative test for her friend. But before she could say much more, the bathroom door creaked open and Tasha appeared, holding a different pregnancy test in her hand. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Guess what?" Tasha said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Your test came back positive."

Lila froze, her brain doing a quick mental calculation. What the hell? That couldn’t be right. She and Jude hadn’t even had sex. She was still a virgin, and here Tasha was, acting like she had some big reveal.

Lila blinked, momentarily stunned. "That’s not mine," she said, rolling her eyes.

Tasha raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Mmhmm, sure," she mumbled, tossing the test onto the counter. "Whatever you say."

Lila resisted the urge to throw the test back at her. Instead, she shook her head and brushed it off. "It’s a false positive. I’m still a virgin."

Tasha’s eyebrow shot up, clearly not believing her. "If you say so." She pushed herself off the doorframe and sauntered out of the room. "Anyway, the rest of us are ready to hit the clubs whenever you two are done with... this," she added with a flip of her hair before disappearing into the hallway.

As soon as Tasha was out of earshot, Jade turned to Lila, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Wait—are you actually still a virgin?"

Lila let out a sigh, leaning back against the sink. "Yes, Jade. I haven’t slept with Jude."

Jade gaped at her like she’d just revealed the most scandalous secret of the century. "Are you serious? But you two are so... together. How haven’t you climbed that tree yet?"

Lila laughed, shaking her head as she leaned against the sink. "Trust me, it’s not like I don’t want to. It just hasn’t happened yet. We’re... taking our time."

Jade scoffed playfully. "Girl, you need to get on that. Jude’s a whole damn tree, and you’re what, still admiring the leaves?"

Lila couldn’t help but laugh harder, Jade’s teasing melting away the brief tension from earlier. "Shut up," she said, pushing lightly at Jade’s shoulder. "We’ll get there."

Jade grinned, linking arms with Lila. "Well, when you do, I want all the details."

"Absolutely not," Lila replied, feigning horror, which only made Jade laugh louder.

"Come on, let’s get out of here. The others are waiting," Jade said, pulling Lila toward the door.

The two of them joined the rest of the group, and stepped into the cool London night as they headed toward the club. The air was buzzing with excitement, and despite the earlier awkwardness, Lila felt a sense of ease knowing she was with her best friend. She might have been caught up in her whirlwind with Jude, but nights like this reminded her how much she valued her time with Jade and the girls—even if some of them were a bit annoying.

Tonight was about Jade, and Lila was determined to make sure her friend’s birthday was unforgettable.

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Inside the club, the bass-heavy beats vibrated through Lila’s body as she grinned at Jade. The bottle of tequila in her hand sloshed as she tilted it towards her friend’s mouth.

"C’mon, birthday girl!" Lila yelled over the music, laughing as Jade tilted her head back, ready to take the shot straight from the bottle.

Lila held the bottle over Jade’s mouth, letting the clear liquid pour into her friend’s throat in a classic "driving the boat" move that had become iconic thanks to Megan Thee Stallion. Jade sputtered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing through the burn as she danced with her arms raised, the crowd around them cheering.

"Woo! You’re a pro at that!" Jade teased, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and excitement.

"What can I say? I learned from the best!" Lila winked as she placed the bottle back onto the table, giggling along with her best friend.

Jade spun around, catching sight of her other work friends on the dance floor down below. "I’m gonna dance with them for a bit! You coming?"

Lila shook her head with a smile. "You go ahead! I’m gonna get us some more drinks."

Jade bounced off, her hair swinging behind her as walked downstairs from their section, disappearing into the throng of people on the dance floor, while Lila called over a bottle girl to pay for more rounds. She leaned against the table, pulling out her card when, out of nowhere, Tasha appeared beside her, her lips twisted in that familiar judgmental smirk.

"Still drinking, I see," Tasha said, her voice laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. "Should you really be doing that, though? You know… since you're pregnant and all."

Lila's eyes snapped toward Tasha, her patience wearing thin. She had been trying to enjoy the night, but Tasha always found a way to ruin the mood. Lila took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm.

"I'm not pregnant," Lila said sharply, handing her card to the bottle girl.

Tasha crossed her arms, a look of mock innocence spreading across her face. "Oh please, Lila. Do you think I didn’t notice the way you freaked out when you saw the test earlier? It’s fine to be in denial, but you should be careful."

Lila turned toward her, her annoyance now bubbling over into anger. "Listen, Tasha, I don’t know what your problem is, but this shit isn’t cute. I don’t need your opinion on anything. So, here’s your choice: either enjoy the night like a normal person or take your ass home."

Tasha blinked, clearly taken aback by Lila’s tone. For a split second, it seemed like she might say something else, but instead, she rolled her eyes and moved away, sulking as she avoided Lila’s glare.

Lila clenched her jaw, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn’t let this ruin Jade’s night. When the bottle girl came back with the drinks, she found a spot to sit by herself, sipping at her cocktail and glancing at her phone.

I miss Jude, she thought. He was in Miami with Trent, Marcell, and the rest of the boys. Soon, however, they'd finally be reunited in New York City. The thought of seeing him again made her smile softly, her irritation with Tasha momentarily forgotten.

But as she sat there, the recent conversation about pregnancy tests lingered in her mind, making her think about her relationship with Jude. Almost everyone in her friend group had already had sex, and they talked about it like it was no big deal, sharing their experiences in loud whispers and excited giggles. It wasn’t that Lila wasn’t curious or interested—she was. And she knew that she and Jude shared a deep connection, one that felt intimate and real.

Sometimes, the fact that she was still a virgin at 19 felt like a heavyweight. She had experience, of course—she and Jude were rarely able to keep their hands off each other when they were together. They’d explored each other, teased each other, and shared intimate moments that left her breathless. But still, they hadn’t gone all the way.

Am I missing out? she wondered. There was no rush, she knew that. Jude had never pressured her, never made her feel like she had to do anything she wasn’t ready for, but with her friends talking about it so openly, and Jade telling her to "climb that tree," it was hard not to feel… left behind.

She sighed softly, staring into her drink. Lila was falling in love with Jude, and she knew they’d get there when the time was right, yet part of her couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to cross that threshold—to finally take that step with him.

As the night wore on and the club’s energy pulsed around her, Lila couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing at a crossroads. She wasn’t sure where she’d end up, but one thing was for certain: when the time came, she and Jude would face it together, just like they always did.

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The next morning, Lila found herself sitting at the brunch table, fighting the urge to throttle Tasha. She was this close—two seconds away—from dragging the girl out of the restaurant by her hair. But the last thing she needed was to create a scene that would end up plastered all over tabloids, her face splashed across social media with some dramatic headline about "Jude Bellingham’s Girlfriend Involved in Scandalous Brawl."

No, thank you.

So, Lila took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and forced herself to focus on Jade, who was sitting at the head of the table. Jade’s birthday brunch was supposed to be the highlight of the weekend—a sweet, low-key event with mimosas, pancakes, and avocado toast to ease them all back into some form of sobriety after the previous night's club antics.

But, of course, Tasha had already soured the mood.

"Oh my god, is this really the best place you could find, Lila?" Tasha said, wrinkling her nose as she glanced around the restaurant. "It’s so… basic."

Lila rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, which she was still wearing indoors to shield her from the blinding daylight. She could feel the headache coming on, and Tasha’s voice wasn’t helping.

Jade, bless her, handled it with grace, though. She smiled patiently, clearly trying to keep things light. "Well, I love it here. The food’s good, and they make killer Bloody Marys. Plus, it’s close by. And who doesn’t love pancakes?"

"Pancakes? Seriously? I thought we were doing something… I don’t know, more elevated," Tasha continued, her tone dripping with unnecessary judgment. "Like, maybe we should’ve gone to that place in Shoreditch—what’s it called again?"

Lila felt her nails dig into the palm of her hand beneath the table. For Jade’s sake, she reminded herself, only for Jade’s sake.

"If you hate it here so much, Tasha, you could always leave," Lila finally said, her tone pointed but calm, not even bothering to look up from her menu. "But I’m sure everyone else is fine with pancakes, so why don’t you stop being a buzzkill?"

Tasha shot Lila a venomous look but said nothing, choosing instead to huff dramatically as she flipped through the menu, the pages rustling loudly. Lila ignored her, focusing on Jade, who was now scrolling through her phone, giggling at something.

"Look at this meme Ryan sent me," Jade said, holding her phone out to Lila.

Lila smiled, glancing at the screen. It was some silly football meme, and she chuckled softly, her annoyance with Tasha easing just slightly. "He’s such an idiot," she muttered fondly. Her phone buzzed just as she spoke, and she glanced down at her screen to see a text from Jude.

Miss you, baby.

Lila’s heart fluttered at his words, and she quickly typed back:

Miss you too.

As she hit send, another message popped up, this time from Lewis:

How’s the brunch? Have an avocado toast for me. And tell Jade happy birthday.

She smiled at that, her brother always managed to check in on her even when he was busy with his race schedule. She quickly sent him a reply:

Brunch is fine, though you’d hate the company. Love you, though.

"Who’s got your attention?" Jade asked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her mimosa.

"Jude and my brother," Lila replied, sliding her phone back onto the table. "Jude’s in Miami, and Lewis is… well, being Lewis."

"Tell them I said hi," Jade said, popping a piece of toast into her mouth. "And that I’d love to see them again, you know, when you stop hoarding all the cool people in your life."

Lila laughed, taking a sip of her own mimosa. "I’ll pass that along."

As they waited for their food, Jade began opening her birthday gifts, her eyes lighting up with excitement at each package. Lila had gotten her a pair of strappy heels she’d been eyeing for months—classic, elegant, and perfect for Jade’s upcoming events. Jade squealed when she opened the box, her hands flying to her mouth.

"No way! Lila, I love these," Jade said, pulling the heels out of the box and admiring them. "You know me so well."

"Obviously,” Lila grinned. "I couldn’t let you buy them for yourself. Happy birthday, love."

As Jade continued opening presents from the rest of the group, Lila found herself checking her phone again, half expecting another message from Jude. Though she was having fun, a part of her missed him terribly. She scrolled through their recent texts, smiling at the playful banter they shared even when he was thousands of miles away.

It wasn’t that long until they’d reunite in New York, but the space between them felt larger than the Atlantic Ocean. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud exhale from across the table. She glanced up to see Tasha rolling her eyes again, now in response to one of the gifts—Jade’s coworker had given her a handmade necklace, something sweet and personal.

"Really? A necklace? We’re not teenagers anymore," Tasha muttered under her breath, loud enough for Lila to hear.

Lila’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. She didn’t say anything, though. She wouldn’t let Tasha ruin this for Jade, not today.

Thankfully, the food arrived shortly after, bringing with it a welcome distraction. Plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, avocado toast, and all manner of brunch delights were placed in front of them, and for a brief moment, Tasha’s criticism subsided as everyone dug in.

Lila glanced over at Jade, who was laughing with her work friends, clearly enjoying her day despite the subtle tension. That was all that mattered. Lila sent one last text to Jude before putting her phone away for good.

Can’t wait to see you in New York.

And with that, she pushed Tasha’s negativity aside, determined to enjoy the rest of the brunch for Jade’s sake.

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The moment Lila arrived in Birmingham, she realized that it was about to be more interesting than expected. What had started as a quick visit to see Jude’s family had turned into an opportunity for some additional one-on-one time with his mum, Denise. Originally, Lila had planned to fly out to New York City from London, but Denise had insisted on driving her to Birmingham's airport the next evening, and it hadn’t cost Lila too much to change her flight. It was obvious Denise truly liked her, and Lila couldn't deny how flattered she felt. But, at the same time, it was nerve-wracking—she’d never spent so much time with her boyfriend’s family on her own before.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, Lila made her way to the front door. As soon as it opened, she was greeted by a smile so familiar it made her heart ache in longing for Jude. Denise rushed forward, engulfing her in a hug that felt as warm and welcoming as ever.

"Lila Bila, we miss you!" Denise exclaimed, planting a few kisses on Lila’s cheeks. "Come inside, love!" Before Lila could respond, Denise called out to the house. "Jobe! Get out here to help Lila with her bags!"

Sure enough, Jobe appeared, wearing a T-shirt, basketball shorts, and Adidas slides over his socked feet. "Hey, Big Sis," he greeted, hugging her briefly before grabbing her luggage.

"Hi, Jobey," Lila responded, following him inside.

The Bellingham home was warm and inviting, much like its owners. The living room was cozy, with a large sectional sofa, family photos framed on every available surface, and a soft, worn rug that anchored the space. The kitchen, which opened up to the living room, was the heart of the home, full of warmth, light, and the scent of home-cooked meals. It had that lived-in feel, with stacks of mail on the counter, a fruit bowl that looked like it had been raided by hungry hands, and little knick-knacks from Jobe’s and Jude’s childhood days scattered here and there.

"You can sleep in Jude's room," Denise said over her shoulder as she led the way into the kitchen. Lila followed closely, stepping into the familiar scene of domestic chaos.

In the kitchen, Mark was sneaking a taste from a simmering pot on the stove. Denise quickly caught him in the act and swatted his hand away, a playful scolding on her lips. "Excuse you, are you sneakin' a taste?"

Mark chuckled, rubbing his arm where she’d smacked him. "Just making sure it’s perfect, love."

"Move before I cut off your fingers," Denise warned with a wink. Then she turned to Lila and added with a teasing smile, "Say 'hi' to your daughter-in-law, Mark."

The phrase made Lila’s heart race, a flush creeping up her neck. Daughter-in-law? She wasn’t used to hearing that, but it didn’t feel wrong.

Mark grinned at her, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, Lila. We’ve missed having you around."

Lila smiled warmly. "Missed you too. What’s cooking?"

"Curry goat," Denise replied, her Jamaican accent shining through. "Have you had it before?"

"Yeah, I’ve had it at a spot in West London. I love goat, but oxtails are my favourite."

"Spoken like a true Caribbean gyal," Denise teased, her eyes twinkling. "But my curry goat is the best. Now, we just need to pop over to the store to pick up the dessert, and dinner will be ready soon."

Mark leaned over to the pot again, earning another swat from Denise. "Mark, love, I want you to watch the goat. Not eat it."

"So another taste test, got it," Mark said with a mischievous grin, making Lila giggle.

Denise rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, Lila, let’s hurry up before he eats everything." Then, raising her voice, she called upstairs, "Jobe! Are you coming with us to Auntie Venetta’s?"

Lila raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Auntie Venetta?"

"She’s an old schoolmate of mine," Denise explained, pulling on her jacket. "Jobe and her daughter, Justine, are around the same age. And let’s just say Jobey’s got a bit of a crush."

"Oh, trying to set them up, huh?" Lila teased, laughing when Denise nodded knowingly.

"Yep. Every time Jobe sees her, he turns into a tomato. It’s adorable. Justine’s studying to be a teacher in Leeds."

"Leeds? That's not far from Sunderland," Lila noted, thinking about the short distance.

"Exactly," Denise said brightly. "And Jobey has his new flat there. He’s much more independent than Jude, so we don’t need to hover over him as much."

Lila laughed at the idea of Jobe being more independent than Jude. "Jude told me he’s thinking about getting Jobe a new car for his birthday. It’s wild how Jobe can drive, and Jude still can’t."

Denise chuckled. "I know, right? But we’ve finally signed him up for lessons. It’s about time."

Just then, Jobe, now dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, bounded down the stairs. "You lot talkin' trash 'bout me?" he grinned, looking between Lila and his mother.

"Not about you—about your brother," Denise corrected. "I’ve finally put Judey in driving lessons."

"Oh, thank God!" Jobe said dramatically, drawing out the words. "He’s so useless, Li. I don’t know how you put up with him."

"But he’s so fine," Lila responded cheekily.

"Ugh, gag," Jobe groaned, making a face. He headed for the front door, then suddenly grinned mischievously. "Shotgun!" And with that, he took off for his mother’s car, leaving Lila and Denise chuckling behind him.

As they settled into the car, Jobe slid into the front seat, still wearing his boyish grin. "Can I be on the aux, Mumzy?" he asked in the cutest voice.

Denise rolled her eyes as she reapplied her lip gloss in the rearview mirror. "None with cursing, alright?" she said, clipping her seatbelt into place.

Jobe grinned mischievously and scrolled through his phone before selecting a song. The soft melodies of Usher’s Confessions filled the car.

"I’ve never taken you for an Usher fan, Jobe," Lila teased from the backseat.

"Mum loves him," Jobe said with a grin. "Don’t you, Mumzy?"

Denise nodded. "I do. Missed his residency in Vegas, though, but your father better get us tickets when he performs at The O2 next year for our anniversary."

"As you should," Lila agreed. "I’m thinking of going to see Adele soon. Or maybe Raye. I could ask my brother for some tickets."

"Lewis knows Raye?" Jobe asked incredulously, before adding, "I mean, of course he does. Lewis knows everyone! Think he can hook me up with some Lakers courtside tickets?"

"Jobey!" Denise scolded, and Lila just shrugged, amused.

"I can ask him, but I hate asking for stuff…"

"He’s your brother, love," Denise said gently. "It’s okay to call in a favor or two. You’ve got people in your corner who love you."

Lila nodded, realizing just how right Denise was. Even though Lila prided herself on her independence, sometimes it felt good to lean on the people who loved and supported her.

"Venetta owns an amazing restaurant and bakery in Lozells," Denise continued as they drove through the Birmingham streets. "Her sweet potato pudding is the best."

"It’s like crack," Jobe added, earning him a scowl from his mum.

"What am I going to do with you, Jobe Samuel?" Denise sighed, shaking her head as Lila broke into laughter.

"Love me, obviously," Jobe said cheekily, winking at Lila through the rearview mirror.

Lila shook her head. "You’re lucky your mum’s got the patience of a saint."

As they arrived at Venetta’s restaurant, Denise expertly parked the car outside the modest brick building. The sweet aroma of spices and baked goods hit Lila as soon as they stepped out of the car, her stomach growling in anticipation. The restaurant was a cozy neighborhood spot, nestled on a corner with a sign that read Venetta’s Caribbean Kitchen. Lila noticed how charming the place looked from the outside, with potted plants and strings of fairy lights hanging above the entrance.

Inside, the warmth extended beyond just the food. The décor was simple but vibrant, with brightly painted walls adorned with murals of tropical landscapes. There were about five or six tables, and only a few people sat around, chatting animatedly in Jamaican Patois. The hum of conversations blended seamlessly with the reggae music playing softly in the background. Lila only caught snippets of the fast-paced language—enough to make out the occasional word, but it was clear everyone here felt right at home.

Venetta herself was behind the counter when they entered, her smile wide and welcoming. She was a stout woman with cocoa-colored skin and short salt-and-pepper hair wrapped in a colorful headscarf. Her dark eyes sparkled with warmth as soon as she spotted Denise.

"Eh-eh, Nisey! Long time mi nuh see yuh enuh!" Venetta exclaimed, her thick Jamaican accent rolling off her tongue as she embraced Denise. (Long time I haven’t seen you!)

"Mi deh yah! Yuh know how it guh!" Denise responded, laughing as they hugged tightly. (I'm here! You know how it goes!) The two women continued chatting in Patois, their voices filled with familiarity and affection. Lila, meanwhile, stood to the side, only catching bits of the conversation, but appreciating the melodic flow of their banter.

As Lila’s eyes wandered around the cozy restaurant, she caught sight of Jobe’s tall, lanky frame hunched over at the far end of the counter. He was leaning in, talking to a girl who Lila assumed must be Justine. Justine was petite, with curly hair that framed her face, her skin a rich caramel brown. She had a gentle smile, and even from where she stood, Lila could see the subtle glow of shyness that painted Justine’s cheeks as Jobe spoke to her. And the way Jobe stood nervously, told Lila all she needed to know; he was really digging her.

"Lila, come yasso," Denise called, waving her over. As Lila approached, Denise beamed, gesturing toward Venetta. "Ven, this is Lila. Jude's girlfriend."

Venetta’s eyes lit up as she examined Lila from head to toe, her gaze both sharp and warm. "What a pretty likkle gyal!" Venetta remarked, her voice playful as she nodded approvingly.

Lila laughed, slightly flustered, while Denise chuckled beside her.

Venetta tilted her head. "Suh yah Jamaican?"

Lila shook her head, smiling softly. "No, I’m Grenadian."

Venetta’s smile widened into a megawatt grin. "A Caribbean gyal dis time? Judey’s taste a get betta man," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. (A Caribbean girl this time? Judey’s taste is getting better, I see.)

Lila’s heart skipped a beat at "this time." Of course, Jude had girlfriends before her—that was normal. But now, curiosity buzzed in the back of her mind. Who was Venetta referring to? Lila had never asked about Jude’s past relationships. It didn’t seem necessary—she was his present, and that’s what mattered. Still, a part of her wondered if she should delve into that conversation with him, even if just to know.

"We shouldn’t even bring that girl up," Denise interjected, rolling her eyes with a hint of annoyance. "Besides, look behind you." She nodded toward Jobe and Justine, who were deep in conversation. Just as Denise had said earlier, Jobe was redder than a tomato, clearly flustered. His fingers tapped nervously on his phone, and Lila couldn’t help but grin at the sight—he was probably getting Justine’s number right now.

Venetta leaned in, whispering dramatically, "‘Tank yuh Gad." She cast her eyes upward in mock prayer. "Long time now him shoulda do him ting. Dem a fool roun’ fi too long now, Nisey." (About time, eh? They've been playing around each other for too long.)

Denise nodded in agreement. "Far too long. Fingers crossed, Ven." She smiled, and Venetta crossed both of her fingers for emphasis, earning laughter from both Denise and Lila.

"Hol’ on deh, mi aguh guh fi di cake, soon come," (Let me go get the cake.) Venetta said, heading down the counter. She paused briefly behind Justine, whispering a few words to her daughter and giving Jobe a playful nudge before disappearing into the back.

Lila watched the scene with a mixture of amusement and warmth. Jobe’s flustered expression, Justine’s soft smiles—it was all too cute. Jobe and Justine were interrupted when a customer called for Justine’s attention. Jobe stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly sauntered over to Lila, who couldn't help but grin as he approached.

She pinched his arm playfully. "So when should I plan a double date?"

"Come off it, Li," Jobe said, sounding so much like Jude that it made Lila cock her head slightly in surprise. "Jus and I are just gonna hang out."

"Ah… okay," Lila replied, her tone laced with disbelief. She wasn’t buying it for a second, but she decided to let it go for now.

Just then, Venetta returned with the coconut cake Denise had ordered. "Here yah go," she said, passing the box to Denise with a smile.

"Thanks, Ven," Denise replied, giving her a quick hug before they all said their goodbyes and headed back to the house.

Once inside, Denise stored the cake in the fridge and immediately washed her hands. Lila followed suit, ready to help plate the dinner. Together, they worked in harmony, setting out serving platters of curry goat, rice and peas, and fried plantains on the dining table.

As they sat down, Jobe’s hand instinctively reached for the spoon to scoop up some food, but Denise was quick to slap it away. "Not before grace," she scolded, her voice stern but filled with affection.

Mark led them in a brief but heartfelt prayer. "Amen," he finished, and Lila crossed herself out of habit, earning a curious glance from Jobe.

"You're Catholic, Li?" Jobe asked, breaking the momentary silence before his mother could shoot him a warning look.

Lila shrugged lightly. "Not really practicing, but yeah."

The conversation flowed as easily as the food was passed around. They discussed light-hearted topics, joked about Jobe’s antics, and Denise occasionally dropped tidbits of family stories. The curry goat was divine, and the aroma of spices filled the room. Lila couldn’t help but feel at home, even though her mind occasionally drifted to Jude.

After they devoured dessert, Denise suggested they all watch a movie together. Both Lila and Jobe politely declined—Jobe was eager to dive into his Fortnite session, while Lila wanted some quiet time to unwind and call Jude.

"Alright, you two go on then," Denise sighed, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

Lila followed Jobe upstairs as he led her to Jude’s room. "Here you go," Jobe said, pushing the door open with a grin. Lila’s bags had already been brought up, neatly set beside the bed.

"Thank you, Jobey."

"No problem, Big Sis," Jobe smiled then retreated to his own bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Jude’s room was the perfect mix of a young man’s space and remnants of his boyhood. The bed was large and inviting, the covers a simple deep blue. The walls were decorated with framed jerseys, a few football-related posters, and pictures of him and Jobe as kids. The room felt lived-in but neat, just like Jude himself.

As Lila explored the room, she opened his closet and couldn’t resist grabbing one of his hoodies, pressing it to her face to inhale his familiar scent. It was comforting, reminding her of all the times she’d worn his clothes whenever they were together. But as she continued rummaging through the closet, something caught her eye. Tucked away on one of the top shelves was a stack of old magazines—Ebony Sistaz. Lila blinked, her curiosity piqued as she pulled one down and flipped through it. The pages were glossy and full of women with curvy bodies, their hips and thighs prominent in each photo.

"Interesting," Lila muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow at the realization that Jude apparently had a stash of old-school porn magazines.

Why didn’t he just use PornHub like a normal person?

She shook her head, amused, and returned the magazine to its spot on the shelf. She smirked as she thought about Jude’s obvious attraction to women with big butts. Considering how often he smacked hers, it all made sense.

After that little discovery, Lila plopped onto his bed and checked her phone, noting that it was almost 7 p.m. in Birmingham, which meant it was around 2 p.m. in Miami. Without hesitating, she hit the FaceTime button, and Jude answered on the first ring.

"Damn, you missed me, huh?" Lila teased, watching as Jude’s face appeared on her screen, looking all too comfortable.

"Real bad," Jude replied with a dopey grin. He lifted his phone slightly, showing her that he was lounging in bed. His hair was freshly trimmed, and he was shirtless, looking far too relaxed for the middle of the day.

"Why are you in bed? I thought you guys were out doing something?"

"Miami’s not really fun in the daytime, babes," Jude explained, chuckling. "Things only get good at night."

Lila laughed. "True. So what did you get up to this morning?"

"I went over to the Miami Dolphins training facility. Got in a few reps in the workout room with some of the players."

"Not bad," Lila nodded, impressed. "Stay in shape, Judey Bear."

"Always," he grinned with a wink. "I miss you so much, Li. Can’t wait to see you in New York."

"I miss you too, Judey Bear," she replied, her heart swelling at the thought of reuniting with him soon.

They talked a bit more about his plans for the rest of his trip. After they said their goodbyes, Lila gathered her towel, body wash, and other essentials for her night routine. She took a long, hot shower, wrapped her hair in a bonnet, and returned to Jude’s room, feeling refreshed. She slipped into her pajamas and spent the rest of the evening in bed, watching Love Island USA before drifting off to sleep, her thoughts lingering on Jude and their next adventure in New York.

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Lila sat in her pajamas on a wooden bench in the Bellingham’s garden, basking in the early morning sunlight as she FaceTimed her brother, Lewis. In Belgium, he was boarding a private jet, his summer break officially underway.

"Monaco first, then Paris for Miles’ tournament," Lewis was saying, his voice slightly distorted by the background noise of engines. “I’ll be there to cheer him on, and I think you’re joining for that too, right?"

Lila smiled and nodded. "Yep. Then what? More jet-setting?"

Lewis chuckled. "Well, after Paris, it’s Senegal, Benin, Madagascar, and Morocco."

Her brows shot up in amusement. "Amara tagging along for any of that?"

To her shock, the camera flipped, revealing Amara sitting across from Lewis, looking relaxed and effortlessly stylish as ever. Lila gasped softly, unable to hide her surprise.

"Hi, Lila," Amara chimed in, waving at the camera with a playful pout. "I’ll be in Paris, but I can’t make it to the rest of the trip, though."

"Hi, Amara," Lila responded. As the camera flipped back to Lewis, she tried to stifle her squeal.

Lewis grinned at her reaction. "Surprised?"

"You have so much tea to spill, Lewis!" Lila shouted, wide-eyed. "When did this happen? Since when are you in a relationship?"

It had been ages since her brother had a steady girlfriend. Nicole was the last one, and Lila was sure Lewis had all but sworn off dating until he retired from Formula One. Clearly, Amara had changed all that. After the little fiasco in Barcelona—which Lewis still owed her therapy for—she had decided to give Amara a fair shot. The woman was gorgeous, yes, but she had a brain too, something Lila rarely saw in the other models Lewis usually had time for.

"I know, I know," Lewis said with a grin, raising his hand as if to calm her down. "I’ll tell you all about it in Paris."

"You better!" Lila warned, though there was a smile on her lips.

Lewis leaned back, giving Lila a look before sighing. "I haven’t even told Mum and Dad yet. Let it settle a bit, alright? We literally made it official last night."

Lila’s mouth dropped open. "Oh my God. Last night?!" She shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, well… congrats. I’m happy for you."

"Are you?" Lewis raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing her.

"Yes! Jesus Christ, don’t be weird," Lila replied, rolling her eyes. "You needed a girlfriend, anyway. What man in his late 30s has no prospects? No kids?"

Lewis scoffed. "Yeah, no more Bridgerton for you." As if on cue, a stewardess approached him to confirm something, and Lewis turned his attention away briefly. "Alright, Peanut, we’re about to take off. I love you."

Lila’s smile widened. "Love you too, LewLew Bear."

Amara’s head popped back on the screen, her eyes wide as she sidled beside Lewis. "LewLew Bear? Oh, I am so using that."

"Please do," Lila said with a laugh. "Give him as much hell as I do."

Amara’s laughter echoed through the call, and Lewis shot his sister a warning look. "That’s enough, Li," he said, his grin softening the words as he waved goodbye.

Lila returned the gesture before hanging up. She sat back for a few moments, letting it all sink in. Her brother was dating again. Really dating. She never thought she'd see the day, but here they were. As much as she had teased him, she was genuinely happy for him. He deserved someone like Amara, someone who made him smile like that.

After taking a deep breath, she headed back inside for breakfast. The smell of something delicious greeted her the moment she stepped into the kitchen, and she smiled as she saw Denise and Jobe at the dining table.

"Morning, love," Denise greeted her warmly, placing a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a steaming cup of tea in front of her. "How was your call with Lewis?"

"Good," Lila said, sitting down and taking a sip of her tea. "Actually, I have some news—he’s got a girlfriend now."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Denise exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she sat down with her own plate.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Who is it?"

Lila grinned, pulling out her phone to open Amara’s Instagram page. She found a picture of Amara at a red carpet event, looking stunning as usual, and turned the screen to Jobe.

His jaw dropped. "Holy shit!" The bacon he’d been holding slipped from his fingers and fell onto his plate.

Denise shot him a sharp look and smacked his arm. "Language, Jobe!"

"What?" Jobe shrugged, sheepishly rubbing his arm as he picked up his orange juice. "Lewis always gets the baddies."

Lila rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re not wrong. One thing about my brother—he never misses when it comes to girls."

"Well, that may be," Denise chimed in, "but there’s more to a relationship than looks."

Jobe just shrugged again, taking another bite of bacon. "Still, though…"

As breakfast continued, they talked and laughed, catching up on life and enjoying the calm morning. Lila occasionally checked her phone, smiling at texts from Jude, who was still in Miami, and one from Lewis letting her know they’d just landed in Monaco. The warmth of family, coupled with the excitement buzzing through her about seeing Jude soon, made the morning feel just right.

After finishing their meal, Lila helped Denise clean up. They put away the dishes, and as Denise washed her hands, she asked, "So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Just relax for a bit, really," Lila replied. "Maybe organize my suitcase a bit before heading to the airport tonight."

"Well, we loved having you here," Denise said with a kind smile.

That warmth, that sense of belonging, filled Lila again. Spending time with the Bellinghams felt so natural, and even though it wasn’t her original plan to stay the night in Birmingham, she was grateful for the detour. Tonight, she'd be off to New York to reunite with Jude, but today, she could just enjoy being part of his family.

Jude leaned against the windowsill of the hotel room, gazing out at the stunning New York skyline as the sun began to dip behind the buildings, casting the room in soft hues of orange and pink. The glow of the city’s lights was nothing compared to the warmth radiating in his chest as he thought about what was coming next.

It had been a few days since he left Miami, and though hanging out with the guys was great fun—especially with Trent ducking out early to head to Barbados—Jude couldn’t shake how much he missed Lila. His mind kept drifting back to her, especially to the night after the Euros when she had comforted him. That moment had been a revelation for him. He'd already been falling for her, but that night, something clicked. He realized he loved her.

Jude left Miami a day early, making sure everything went off without a hitch. The plan was to make their time together in New York perfect—a time to express everything he’d been feeling, to tell her how much he loved her. He smiled to himself as he thought about how Lila would react to everything he had planned.

Just as he imagined, the moment she stepped into the room, her breath hitched. The space was decorated with heart-shaped balloons, rose petals scattered everywhere, and more roses filled vases around the room. A soft candlelight flickered, bathing everything in a warm glow. A stack of presents, neatly wrapped, sat on the bed, framed by even more petals. Lila stood in the doorway, speechless, her eyes wide with surprise.

Jude couldn't help but grin, watching her take it all in. She seemed so small standing there, a little overwhelmed by everything he had done. A dozen roses had greeted her in the chauffeur-driven car he'd arranged to pick her up from the airport. Now, as she looked at the room, tears started welling in her eyes.

"Don’t cry, Li," Jude murmured, stepping closer and wiping away a tear with his thumb. He bent down to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips. The taste of her salty tears mixed with the sweetness of the kiss, making him chuckle softly. "Babes, you’re killing me."

Lila giggled through her tears, gazing up at him with a teary smile. "Jude... This is... How did you even plan all of this?"

"I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been working on it for a while," Jude said, taking her hand and guiding her deeper into the room. "You’ve been doing so much for me, especially after everything with the Euros... I wanted to do something special for you."

She blinked up at him, her voice soft. "But how did you...?"

"I left Miami a day early," Jude confessed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Had to make sure everything was perfect before you got here. Got a little help from the hotel staff too, obviously."

Lila shook her head in disbelief, still smiling. "I can’t believe you did all this for me. You’re amazing, Jude."

Jude led her toward the bed and pointed to the neatly stacked gifts. "There’s more, by the way."

Lila’s eyes widened as she reached for the first box. It was small, delicately wrapped, and inside was a beautiful gold necklace with a pendant shaped like a heart. The next gift was a brand-new digital sketchpad, sleek and modern, perfect for her designs.

"Jude!" Lila gasped, running her fingers over the sketchpad. “This is... I don’t even know what to say."

"I figured you could use it for your work," Jude said, grinning proudly. "I remember you mentioning wanting one, so..."

Before Lila could respond, a soft knock came at the door. "That’s our dinner," Jude said, giving her a wink as he went to answer it.

The hotel staff brought in the food, setting up a small table by the window. The candles flickered as they placed down the silver-domed trays, revealing a beautiful spread of Lila’s favorite dishes. Lila sat down, still reeling from everything that had happened in the past hour.

Jude sat across from her, watching her in amusement. "You look like you’re in a daze."

"I kind of am," Lila admitted, shaking her head. "This is all... so much. I didn’t expect it."

"Well, get used to it," Jude teased, giving her a smirk as he beckoned her to come closer. "Actually, come here." He patted his lap. With a laugh, Lila got up and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jude picked up a forkful of food and held it up to her lips. "Open up."

Lila smiled, leaning forward to take a bite, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. "Mmm, that’s good."

Jude grinned, licking his lips as he watched her enjoy the meal. "I could get used to this," Lila mused, her eyes shining with contentment.

"Same," Jude agreed, his voice dropping slightly. "I missed you so much, Li. You don’t even know."

Lila’s face softened, and she leaned in to kiss him gently. "I missed you too, Judey Bear."

They continued their meal, talking about everything and nothing, with Jude occasionally feeding her bites of food. The atmosphere was perfect—intimate, romantic, just the two of them in their own little world.

When the meal was finished, Jude stood up, holding out his hand. "Come on, I have one more surprise."

Lila followed him into the bathroom, where the large bathtub had already been filled with steaming water and bath salts. Candles flickered along the edges of the tub, and the scent of lavender filled the air.

Jude smiled at her, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Let me help you."

His gaze never left her as he began to undress her, his hands steady but reverent. Though he had seen her naked countless times before, something about this moment felt different—more intimate. He started by gently pulling her shirt over her head with deliberate slowness. The shirt slid up her soft skin, revealing her pert, brown areolas peeking through the sheer lace of her bra. His breath caught slightly as the fabric finally came off, leaving her upper body bare. He loved every curve, every freckle.

Lila flushed under his intense stare, feeling the heat of his gaze as he moved lower, undoing the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs, and taking his time to let his fingers brush against her thighs. Each touch sent tingles up her spine, and though he had done this before, she could feel his adoration more profoundly tonight. Jude knelt in front of her, lifting her feet one by one as she stepped out of the jeans, standing there vulnerable, yet safe in his presence.

With a quick flick of his fingers, Jude unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts fully. His eyes darkened with a familiar hunger as he admired her pert nipples, now hardened from both the chill in the air and his lingering touch. His gaze wandered lower to her hips, where her panties were the last barrier between them. He slid them down slowly, savoring the moment as he revealed every inch of her.

"You're so beautiful, Lila," he murmured, standing up to meet her gaze. His fingers brushed her cheek as he moved in closer.

Lila’s breath hitched. "Jude…"

He smiled softly at her, quickly undressing himself, revealing the toned muscles she had memorized, yet somehow it felt new each time. With his clothes discarded, he reached for her hand, pulling her gently toward the steaming bathtub he had prepared.

She shivered slightly as her bare skin met the cool air, but the warmth of his hand anchored her. He stepped into the tub first, guiding her in after him. The water enveloped her, soothing and warm, as Jude settled behind her, pulling her back against his broad chest. She fit perfectly against him, their bodies molded together as the water lapped gently around them.

For a few moments, they sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the bath and the closeness of their bodies dissolving any lingering tension. Jude rested his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, fingers splayed against her stomach as if to keep her close.

"I love you, Lila," he whispered, his voice so soft it almost blended with the sound of the city.

Lila’s breath hitched again, but this time from the rush of emotion his words stirred inside her. She turned in his arms to face him, her eyes wide and shining. "You… you love me?"

Jude nodded, his smile warm and full of affection. "I do. So much."

Tears welled in Lila’s eyes, but they were tears of joy this time. She cupped his face with her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones before she leaned in to kiss him. "I love you too, Jude."

Their kiss deepened, slow and tender, each touch of their lips filled with all the emotions they hadn’t been able to fully express in words. Jude held her close, his hands tracing patterns along her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the connection that ran deeper than anything he’d ever experienced before.

They stayed in the bath for what felt like hours, exchanging soft kisses and gentle touches. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of them, wrapped in their own bubble of peace and contentment. The warmth of the water held them in a gentle embrace, matching the warmth that spread through Jude’s chest as he realized just how deeply he loved her.

When the water began to cool, Jude reluctantly pulled away, standing up first and reaching down to help Lila out of the tub. He wrapped her in a thick, soft towel, drying her gently before grabbing another for himself. Once they were both dry, they slipped into bed together, the city lights filtering in through the window and casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies.

Jude pulled Lila close, wrapping his arm around her waist as she snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest. He pressed one last kiss to her forehead, letting out a contented sigh. For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect.

"I’m so happy right now," Lila whispered, her voice sleepy but full of warmth.

"Me too," Jude murmured, his hand gently tracing circles on her back as they drifted off to sleep, completely and utterly in love.

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The next few days in New York City were exactly what Jude needed—time spent with Lila, exploring the city, laughing, and just being together. It felt like the perfect break from the chaos of his career, especially after the emotionally exhausting summer following the Euros.

Jude had always been a goofball, and with Lila, he was even more comfortable showing that side of himself. On their first full day in the city, after a lazy morning at their hotel, they decided to visit a fabric shop that Lila had been dying to check out. Jude tagged along eagerly, wanting to see her in her element.

As they strolled through the aisles, Lila’s eyes lit up at the sight of different textiles—silk, cotton, linen, all neatly rolled up in vibrant colors.

"This is perfect for my next collection," she mused, gently running her fingers over a soft velvet fabric.

Jude grinned, nudging her playfully. "You know, I’d make a great model for your line. Think about it—Jude Bellingham, draped in couture. That’s got a ring to it, don’t you think?"

Lila burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Oh, sure. Maybe I’ll design you a velvet tracksuit or something."

Jude gave a mock serious nod. "Yes, I could pull that off. Velvet’s a good look for me.”

"Whatever you say," Lila teased, picking up another fabric to examine.

"Oi, rude," Jude chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "But seriously, Li, these are beautiful. You’re gonna do amazing things with this."

Lila’s smile softened as she looked up at him, touched by his support. "Thanks, Jude. It means a lot."

After their time at the fabric store, they grabbed ice cream from a vendor nearby. Jude insisted on getting the biggest cone possible, making a mess of it almost immediately.

"Look at you," Lila laughed, shaking her head as Jude tried to lick the melting ice cream before it dripped all over his hands.

"What?” Jude grinned, licking a smudge of ice cream off his thumb. "It’s good. Want some?"

Lila wrinkled her nose. “Not after you’ve licked it like that.”

Jude smirked, leaning closer. "Oh come on, I don’t have cooties. Here," he held the cone out to her, playfully trying to smear some of the melting ice cream on her cheek.

"Jude!" Lila squealed, dodging him and playfully swatting at his arm. “You’re such a menace.”

They spent the afternoon wandering through Central Park, visiting the zoo, and laughing at the antics of the sea lions and penguins. Jude couldn’t help but point out the similarities between one particularly lazy penguin and Trent, snapping a photo to send to him later.

The next day, they ventured into the city’s more unconventional attractions, including a trip to the Museum of Sex. The whole experience was both fascinating and hilarious, with Jude making cheeky comments about some of the exhibits.

"See this? I think we should try it," Jude whispered to Lila, his voice dripping with mischief as he pointed to a rather risqué exhibit about anal sex.

Lila gave him a horrified look. "Hell no! We are not doing that."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they moved to the next room. "You know I’m kidding, right? But, you know, if you ever change your mind…"

Lila rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "You’re impossible."

"Yeah, but you love it," Jude shot back with a wink, earning a laugh from her.

On their last night, Lila and Jude found themselves lying comfortably in the soft glow of the hotel room. The New York skyline was visible from their window, twinkling as the city buzzed beneath them. It had been a perfect few days—filled with laughter, love, and all the little things that made them feel closer.

Lila turned on her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Jude. "Tomorrow we leave New York," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "Back to England tomorrow night, and then to Bradford to watch Jobe’s last preseason game."

Jude nodded, stretching out beside her. "Yeah, back to reality. It’s been a nice break, though. Needed this time with you."

"Same," Lila agreed, brushing a thumb along his cheek. "I’m excited to see Jobe play, though. Oh, speaking of Jobe… he was talking to Justine."

Jude raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? He got her number?"

"Yep," Lila confirmed with a laugh. "I saw him talking to her when I was in Birmingham, and then later I heard he asked for her number. It’s cute."

"'Bout fuckin' time," Jude chuckled, resting his hands behind his head. "That’s interesting. I thought Jobe was more focused on football this season."

Lila tilted her head, giving Jude a pointed look. "So were you before we got together, mister."

Jude smirked, shifting to face her. "True, but I always wanted you, Li. I was just waiting for the right time."

Lila rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. You didn’t even know me that well before Monaco."

"I knew enough," Jude insisted, his tone serious despite the teasing glint in his eyes. "I had a thing for you for months before that. I just needed a little push to actually talk to you properly."

Lila blinked in surprise. "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious." Jude sat up slightly, leaning on one elbow now. "I always knew you were endgame. I just didn’t know how to go about it without making it awkward. Thank fuck for Trent."

Lila let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "Trent is a good wingman, I’ll give him that."

Jude grinned, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "He really is. Got me the girl of my dreams."

Lila’s heart fluttered at his words. She leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You’re too smooth, you know that?"

"I try," Jude said, his voice low as he kissed her back, his hands resting on her waist. "But it’s the truth."

They stayed like that for a while, just talking and enjoying each other’s presence. Jude loved the way they could talk about anything, from football to family to their future together. It felt easy, natural—like they were meant to be.

"Have you told Trent how much you appreciate him playing matchmaker?" Lila asked with a grin.

"Oh, I’ll tell him. Maybe I’ll owe him one for the rest of my life," Jude joked, making Lila giggle.

As the night went on, they discussed their plans for the next few days—heading back to England, spending time with family, and then diving back into the whirlwind of their lives. But no matter how busy things got, Jude knew one thing for certain: Lila was the one, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

"I can’t wait for Jobe’s game," Jude murmured, pulling her close to him. "We gotta make sure to cheer loud for him."

Lila smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Of course. He’s going to love it."

They lay together, the soft hum of the city outside lulling them into a peaceful state. Jude kissed the top of Lila’s head, feeling grateful for these moments they shared.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Lila’s heart swelled as she nestled closer to him. "I love you too, Jude."

He tilted Lila’s chin up, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for any hesitation. Instead, he found only warmth and longing mirrored back at him. Jude leaned in, their lips brushing softly at first, a gentle exploration that sent shivers down Lila's spine. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface. His hand moved to cup her face, fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her with a passion that felt all-consuming.

Lila melted against him, her hands roaming over the expanse of his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips. She traced the contours of his body, memorizing every dip and curve, and she could feel him respond to her touch, his body growing taut with desire.

Jude shifted their positions, pushing Lila back against the soft sheets. He hovered above her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her beneath him, flushed and breathing heavily. She looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with mischief and affection, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips again.

Their kisses grew more urgent, lips moving together in perfect harmony, deepening with each passing moment. Jude's hands slid down Lila’s sides, fingers dancing over her hips before he grasped the hem of her oversized T-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her breasts, the soft curves that beckoned him closer.

Jude's lips traveled from lower, kissing a trail down her body that made her gasp with anticipation. Lila moaned and threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. When he reached the waistband of her shorts, he looked up at Lila for permission.

She nodded eagerly, aching for his touch. He slowly pulled off her shorts and panties, leaving her completely naked before him. His breath caught at the sight of her, the way she was looking up at him with such desire in her eyes.

He leaned down again, pressing kisses along the inside of her thighs before finally reaching his destination. He gently parted her folds with his fingers, teasingly brushing against her slick center as he planted soft kisses on her inner thighs before delving into her pussy.

Jude maintained eye contact, drinking in her reactions, each kiss and flick of his tongue eliciting more gasps and whimpers from her. Her legs trembled, and she squeezed them together instinctively, but he gently nudged them apart, eager to taste more.

Her hands tightened in his hair as he continued to work magic with his tongue. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension coiling within her until it finally snapped.

"Jude," she gasped out as she came undone beneath him.

He continued to lap at her pussy until she was writhing beneath him in pure ecstasy. Once she stopped shaking, he kissed his way back up her body, stopping to pepper kisses along her skin until he reached her lips again. He captured her mouth with his, their kisses merging sweet and sultry, filled with the heady aftermath of her orgasm.

Jude’s heart raced as Lila tentatively placed a hand to cup his erection, pulling him gently toward her center. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, and the way she bit her lip ignited a challenge in him. "You’re not ready for all that, Lila Bila," he said, trying to mask his own excitement with caution, but the warmth radiating from her was intoxicating.

"I am, baby," she replied, her voice steady yet sultry, causing him to sit back on his haunches. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken promises and the weight of their connection.

"Lila… we don’t—"

"I love you, Jude Victor William Bellingham... and I want you to be my first. I know what this means, trust me, and I want to… with all my heart." Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning, piercing through any hesitations he had held onto.

"Lila, babes…" he began, but she cut him off again, her gaze unwavering.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?"

Jude reared back, clearly shocked at her bluntness. The mixture of her boldness and vulnerability sent a thrill through him. "Of course I do, baby. I want to make love to you."

"Then do it." The smug smile on her face was irresistible, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

His mind raced, caught between desire and hesitation. He thought about how warm she felt against him, her skin like silk, radiating an energy that made his pulse quicken. He had dreamed of this moment, fantasized about making love to her, and now that it was within reach, he couldn’t deny the longing in his heart any longer.

Fuck it.

They were in NYC together for the perfect getaway that solidified everything between them. He was going to make love to his girl.

Jude felt a rush of protective tenderness wash over him as Lila’s gaze held his, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flickering in her eyes. He gently cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Are you sure, Lila? I want you to feel completely ready."

She nodded, her breath catching slightly as she held his gaze, determination mixing with the vulnerability in her expression. "I am, Jude. I trust you."

With a soft smile, he leaned in closer. Every part of him wanted to reassure her, to make this experience beautiful and unforgettable. He kissed her gently, tasting the sweetness of her lips, feeling her respond to him with a softness that made his heart race.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and steady.

"Okay," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. The certainty in her voice made his resolve strengthen as he kissed her deeper.

Jude's lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, eliciting small gasps from her as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as she arched into him. His hand slid down between her legs, feeling how wet she was for him, and he groaned at the thought of being inside her.

He paused for a moment, catching her gaze, silently asking if she was still with him. Lila’s half-lidded eyes locked onto his, her breath uneven as she nodded, urging him to continue.

Jude leaned back slightly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants, his heart pounded in his chest as he pushed them down, and his dick sprung free, the sight of her beneath him only intensifying his desire. Her eyes flickered downward briefly, then back to his face, her lips parting in a small smile.

"Be right back," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. He briefly left her, walking across the room to his bag, rummaging through it until his fingers wrapped around the condom.

He returned quickly, climbing back onto the bed, and he slid the condom on his length. The anticipation in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire as he moved back over her, pressing his lips to hers once again. His kiss was deeper this time, more urgent, as he positioned himself between her legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"I’m perfect," Lila whispered, her voice breathy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

With a soft, reassuring smile, Jude leaned in, and slowly began to push inside, feeling the warmth of her body enveloping him. Almost immediately, he met some resistance, the tightness of her body causing her to tense up beneath him.

Lila's eyes widened, her breath hitching as the sensation of intrusion took hold, unfamiliar and intense. "Breathe, babes," Jude whispered, his voice soft but steady as he paused, giving her time to adjust. "You’ll make it worse if you don’t relax."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she let out a shaky breath, trying to ease the tension building in her body. "Jesus Christ, Jude, you’re—"

Before she could finish, Jude slanted his lips against hers, silencing her words with a kiss, deep and filled with the tenderness he wanted to convey. He moved slowly, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him as he pushed in deeper, his dick throbbing with every inch.

His hand moved to her breast, massaging gently, hoping to distract her from the discomfort. The other hand braced against the mattress, steadying himself as he fought to keep most of his weight off her, wanting to be careful not to overwhelm her.

She let out a low moan against his lips as her body adjusted further. The tension was still there, but it was beginning to ebb as her body slowly welcomed him. Jude's head was swimming with pleasure and restraint, focusing on making this as easy for her as possible.

"You’re doing so good," he murmured against her lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, but he knew this was important—her first time. It had to be perfect, and he was going to make sure of it.

Lila let out another shaky breath, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he pressed in deeper, and slowly, her body began to relax. "Jude," she breathed out, her voice filled with both uncertainty and need.

He smiled against her lips, his hips moving carefully, kissing her softly as he continued to push forward, filling her inch by inch. Her body responded eagerly, her hips rising to meet his with a desperate need that made his heart swell with pride.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough, a hint of desire lacing his words. "Just like that… you’re so tight, fuck."

Lila moaned in response, her hands clutching at his back, urging him closer. She had never felt anything like this before, the pleasure coursing through her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced. He could feel her growing more confident, her movements becoming more purposeful as she learned what felt good for both of them

"You like that, baby?" His breath was hot against her neck as he pressed kisses along her skin, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. "You’re taking this dick so well... so fucking perfect."

Lila could only moan in response, her mind hazy with pleasure. The sound of his dirty words, the feeling of him so deep inside her—it was intoxicating. "Jude… oh God, Jude," she gasped, her body trembling beneath him as her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He shifted slightly, pushing deeper, feeling her walls tighten around him, and he groaned, his control slipping as he fought to hold back. "Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that."

"Don’t stop," she breathed, her voice shaky, but her need was evident in the way her body responded to him. "Oh god," Lila gasped as she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body. She clung onto Jude tightly as he continued to move with expert precision.

Jude could feel Lila’s body trembling beneath him, the heat and tightness of her driving him wild as he thrust deeper, losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies. His hand moved from her breast to grip her hip, holding her firmly in place as his lips found her ear again. Her breathing was erratic, her moans turning into soft cries of pleasure.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he whispered roughly.

"I… I—" Lila’s breath hitched, her entire body trembling as the pressure inside her built to a peak, the sensation overwhelming.

"Come for me," Jude commanded, his voice filled with urgency and raw desire as he quickened his pace slightly, pushing her closer to the edge. "Let go, Li."

His words sent a surge of heat through her, and Lila’s body responded without hesitation. A moan tore from her throat, her back arching as her orgasm crashed through her, waves of pleasure rolling over her in intense, dizzying bursts. "Oh my God, Jude!" she cried, her legs tightening around him, her body spasming as she clung to him.

"That’s it, baby," Jude groaned, his voice rough as he felt her pulsing around him, the sensation nearly pushing him over the edge.

Lila’s moans turned into gasps as her body shuddered, lost in the overwhelming sensation of her release. The sensation was too much for Jude to handle and he followed soon after, both of them reaching their high together.

"Fuck," he groaned, holding her close and kissing her deeply as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her quivering beneath him.

As Lila stood next to Jude in the stadium, her mind wandered back to their time in New York City, replaying the intimate moments they shared. The closeness she felt with him now, after losing her virginity, was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. There was a newfound intimacy between them, a sense of being in sync that hadn’t been there before. She felt more confident in their relationship, and with that came a quiet pride. Jude had been patient, loving, and everything she needed him to be, which only deepened her feelings for him. The memory of him murmuring her name, touching her with care—it made her feel like she belonged to him in a way that was beautiful, not possessive.

Now, here they were in Bradford, cheering on Jobe as Sunderland played Marseille. The game ended in a draw, and the crowd's energy began to settle. Lila smiled as she watched Jude cheer for his little brother, clapping his hands and shouting, “Good game, Jobey!” There was something heartwarming about seeing Jude so proud of his brother. The bond between them was obvious, and it made her feel closer to Jude too, like she was becoming more a part of his world.

Jobe, instead of heading directly to the corridors with his team, lingered by the barrier, talking to a girl. Jude noticed and pointed him out. "Look at ‘em, straight mackin’ it." he teased with a grin.

Lila squinted at the girl Jobe was chatting with, and suddenly her heart jumped. "That’s Justine," she said, disbelief in her voice. Jude scoffed, clearly dismissing her observation.

"No, it ain’t. Probably some Bradford gal," he replied, but Lila wasn’t convinced.

"No, I swear it’s Justine. Are you blind or something?" she nudged him playfully, a hint of irritation creeping in.

Mark, who had been talking to Denise, paused and squinted too. "Shit, isn’t that Justine?" His father’s comment made Lila smirk and stick her tongue out at Jude.

"Dad, that’s not Justine," Jude said, shaking his head. "I’m telling ya, it’s some Bradford gal. Jobe has girls all over England." He whispered the last part, thinking he was being sneaky, but Lila still managed to hear, earning a quick glare.

"Jobe isn’t like that!" she retorted, defending the innocent image she had of him, but Jude and his dad exchanged knowing looks that made her question things. "You’re kidding me," she sighed, feeling her idealized image of Jobe starting to crack.

"Told ya Jobe’s not as innocent as you may think," Jude added, clearly amused, but Lila didn’t want to let go of her sweet, goofy perception of Jobe. He was slightly taller than Jude but still had this endearing quality about him that made her think of him as a little brother too. The idea of him out here, potentially having sex—it was almost too much for her to believe.

Denise, who had been absorbed in her phone, suddenly looked up. "Judey, we may have to go back to Madrid early for—wait, is that Justine?" She squinted at the field, her eyes widening as she finally recognized the girl. "Oh my goodness, it is her!" she gasped, quickly reaching for her phone. "I have to text Venetta."

"Mum, that’s some Bradford gal, not Jus—" Jude started, but then the Jumbotron camera panned to Jobe, who was signing a kid’s jersey. Standing next to the gaggle of kids was the girl, and sure enough, it was Justine. "What the fuck is she doing here?" Jude muttered, clearly taken aback.

"Clearly meeting up with Jobey," his mum said matter-of-factly, her tone filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Well, this certainly escalated," Lila chimed in, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth as she watched the scene unfold. Jobe, now waving to the fans, finally turned and headed down the tunnel to the showers.

"Lil’ mutt’s got a girlfriend now?" Jude shook his head, still processing it. "Can’t believe he lied to me 'bout focusin' on football. Lil’ shit."

Lila turned to him, gently caressing his arm. "Jude, are you really upset?"

"A bit, yeah… we tell each other everything," he admitted, a small frown tugging at his lips.

"Everything?" Lila arched an eyebrow, emphasizing the word as she looked at him knowingly.

"Yeah," Jude nodded, still preoccupied with the idea of Jobe keeping something from him.

"Well, maybe he’s waiting to tell you. Things happen fast on our end, I can only imagine Jobe’s life." Lila’s voice was soft, reassuring. She understood Jude’s bond with his brother and why it might sting that Jobe hadn’t confided in him.

"I guess so," Jude sighed, leaning into her touch. He smiled faintly, though the shock hadn’t completely worn off. Lila couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Jobe couldn’t believe she’d actually shown up. When Justine texted back, agreeing to come to his last preseason game, he figured she was just being nice. He hadn’t expected her to actually make the trip out to see him play. But there she was, standing by the barrier after the game, a smile tugging at her lips as she waved. He tried to keep his cool, but inside, he was buzzing.

It hadn’t been part of his plan to get involved with any girls this season—he was determined to focus solely on football. No distractions. He wanted to get better, to push himself, especially now that he was stepping up and making a name for himself, just like Jude. With all the endorsements coming his way and the demands of training, Jobe was committed to taking his game to the next level. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get caught up in any relationships, unlike Jude, who dove headfirst into love with Lila. No offense to her—she was basically like a sister to Jobe—but having a girlfriend right now felt like too much. He valued his freedom, the chance to live his life without being tied down, and there wasn’t going to be anything that made him give that up.

But Justine… she was different. Chill, low-maintenance, and upfront about what she wanted. She had been honest from the start—she wasn’t looking for a relationship either, just something casual to help ease the stress of her studies and upcoming teaching placement in Leeds. Jobe respected that. It was exactly what he needed, too. Someone who wouldn’t demand too much from him but still had enough going on to keep things interesting.

As he changed into his team’s tracksuit and said his goodbyes to his teammates and coaches, Jobe felt a little more at ease knowing he had an off-week before returning to Sunderland for training. Just enough time to meet up with Justine again later tonight. He was looking forward to it, but he also knew how to keep things light—no commitments, just fun.

Outside, he spotted his parents, Jude, and Lila all looking around as if they were searching for someone else. He waved a hand in front of them. "Literally right here," he said with a smirk. "What are you lot lookin' 'round for?"

"Nothing, Jobey, let’s go eat," his mum replied, brushing off the moment. Justine was long gone, likely already on her way home. They piled into their cars and headed to a nearby restaurant. Jobe was about to follow when Jude stopped him.

"Wanna talk?" Jude asked, nodding toward a quieter area. "I’ll be right in, Li," he added to his girlfriend, and Lila followed their parents inside.

Jobe chuckled, knowing this conversation was coming. Jude’s rising fame meant they had to be careful where they went, even when having casual chats like this. "What's up, mate?" Jobe asked, acting casual, though he could tell from Jude’s expression that his brother had something on his mind.

"You fuckin' Justine?" Jude said bluntly, cutting right to the point.

Jobe shrugged, a smug grin creeping onto his face. "Maybe."

"Big Bellingham in the fuckin’ play!" Jude nudged him, a grin of his own forming. "I thought you were focusin' on football?"

"Not so much to become a fuckin' monk, JB." Jobe rolled his eyes, laughing as Jude crossed his arms.

"Li told me you got her number. 'Bout fuckin' time, you were pinin' for her long enough."

"Not pinin'," Jobe corrected. "More like lustin'. It's different."

Jude snorted. "Right, right. She’s a cool girl, though. You could do worse for a casual thing."

"She is. And besides, our families trust each other. If anyone’s gonna be a chill FWB, it’s her. No drama."

"She got fine, hadn’t she?" Jude added with a teasing grin.

"Finer," Jobe corrected, then shot Jude a look. "And don’t you have a girl? I can’t wait to tell Li that you're checkin' out other girls."

"Won't mean a thing. I have eyes just like everyone else, but Li’s forever. Doesn’t matter," Jude said nonchalantly. "Besides, you should see her when she reacts to Michael B. Jordan. She goes feral."

Jobe shook his head, laughing. "You’re really gone, aren’t you?"

"Yeah, she’s wifey," Jude admitted, that dopey smile spreading across his face.

"Just hold off on the wedding and babies, okay? You’re barely in your twenties."

"Oh, I know. I may do some crazy shit, but I’m not stupid. No wedding or babies until I’m at least twenty-eight."

"Fuck, mate," Jobe muttered, shaking his head at his brother’s antics. He admired Jude’s commitment but didn’t want any part of it for himself—at least not yet. Football was his priority, and freedom came with it. Still, Jude had his path, and Jobe respected that.

"You meetin’ up with her later?" Jude asked, his voice dropping. Jobe nodded, and without hesitation, Jude dug into his pockets and handed him two Magnums. "For later."

Jobe scoffed but took the condoms anyway. "Thanks, I guess."

"Of course, gotta make sure my lil’ bro isn’t being stupid and end up with ten baby mummas," Jude said, slapping Jobe on the back. "Let’s head inside before Mum starts raising hell."

The two of them walked back toward the restaurant, knowing all too well that their mother didn’t have the patience for them being missing in action, especially when food was involved. But Jobe felt a little lighter now, knowing he could enjoy his off-week with Justine. Just the way he wanted it.

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A couple of hours later, Jobe said his goodbyes to his family, slipping into his car and making the short drive to Leeds. The address Justine had given him earlier led him to a quiet, residential neighborhood—a mix of brick row houses and modern flats tucked away in a peaceful part of town. The street was dimly lit, with tall trees lining the sidewalk, their leaves rustling gently in the night breeze. As Jobe parked his car, he grabbed his duffel bag and a bag of leftovers from the restaurant, making his way to Justine’s front door.

He rang the bell and waited, feeling a buzz of anticipation in his chest. The door swung open moments later, and there stood Justine, looking far too tempting for his liking. She was wearing a snug baby tee that clung to her curves, with a pair of shorts that were so short they barely covered the bottoms of her ass, leaving her toned legs on full display.

Jobe couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her. "What’s up?" he said, his voice dropping low.

"Nuttin,''" she replied in that sweet voice of hers, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Come in." She stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Jobe followed her inside, his eyes glued to the way her hips swayed as she led him to her flat. It was cozy, with soft lighting, potted plants in the corners, and a minimalist setup—just a few pieces of furniture and some personal touches, like a stack of books on the coffee table and framed photos on the wall. It smelled faintly of vanilla, and the atmosphere felt intimate, private.

"You got any flatmates?" Jobe asked, glancing around the place.

Justine shook her head. "Nope. We’re all alone," she said as she closed the door behind them.

Jobe smirked, shrugging off his hoodie and letting it fall to the floor before dropping his duffel bag next to it. He stepped closer to her, holding up the bag of food. "Brought you somethin'. You like pasta, right?"

Her eyes, heavy with lust, roamed over his frame beneath the tight white t-shirt he wore, taking in the broadness of his chest and the strength in his arms. "Yeah," she murmured, her gaze flicking back up to meet his. She smiled, teasing him slightly. "You brought me food, eh?"

"Of course," Jobe replied, getting closer until he was towering over her, boxing her in between his body and the radiator behind her. "Can’t just fuck you. Gotta feed you too. Mum raised me right."

Justine laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Big ups to Auntie ’Nise."

"Mmmhmm," Jobe murmured, his voice deep and thick with desire, just before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. He dropped the bag of food onto a nearby end table, his hands quickly finding her waist. With a small yelp from her, he lifted her off the ground, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jobe groaned against her lips, the heat between them building fast. "Where’s your bedroom?" he muttered, his voice rough.

"We’ll make our way to it," Justine whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Jobe chuckled at her response—there was something incredibly sexy about the way she was playing it, making him want her even more.

Instead of rushing to the bedroom, he carried her over to the sofa, gently laying her down before climbing on top of her. Their lips crashed together again in a feverish kiss, hands wandering and tugging at clothes. Jobe pulled off Justine’s baby tee in one swift motion, revealing her bare chest beneath.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with playful teasing. "Bad, bad girl. No bra?"

Justine smirked, but before she could respond, Jobe dipped his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth. Her breath hitched, and she arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked his mouth against her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.

Justine's breath hitched, and her back arched as Jobe's mouth worked against her bare skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close as his tongue swirled over her breast, sending sharp tingles through her body. His hands, rough from years of football, slid down her sides, grabbing hold of her hips as he kept her pinned beneath him.

"Jobe…" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

He didn’t answer, only hummed against her skin, the vibration sending a shiver through her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and Justine’s grip tightened, her nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Her legs fell open slightly, and Jobe’s hips pressed against her, feeling the heat between them growing more intense with every second.

"You're drivin' me crazy," Justine managed to say, her head tilting back as her body moved instinctively beneath his touch.

Jobe lifted his head slightly, his lips curving into a smug grin. "Good," he said, his voice low and teasing. He dipped his head again, planting soft, teasing kisses along the curve of her breasts, down her stomach, all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. "That's the plan."

His hands moved down, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, tugging them off in one smooth motion. Justine bit her lip, watching him intently. She reached up and traced her fingers along the strong line of his jaw, pulling him back up to kiss her again, her lips eager against his. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, the room filling with the sound of their breath, quick and shallow.

Jobe kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips before pulling back just enough to look down at her. "Still want this?" he asked, his voice husky but with a hint of playfulness in his tone, knowing full well what her answer would be.

She rolled her eyes, smirking. "What do you think?"

With a laugh, Jobe leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again. "Just makin' sure," he murmured before pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hands roamed her body freely now, every touch igniting a new fire between them. He kissed down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone as his fingers slid lower, teasing along the waistband of her panties.

"You're too damn good at this," Justine breathed, her voice a mix of frustration and desire as he continued to tease her.

Jobe chuckled, his fingers finally dipping below the waistband of her panties, eliciting a soft gasp from her as he removed them. "Told you, Mum raised me right."

Justine laughed softly at that, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "I'm gonna have to thank her later," she teased, her breath catching again as his fingers found exactly where she needed him.

Jobe grinned against her skin, feeling her body react to his touch. "You should," he whispered, his fingers moving slowly, teasingly, while his lips continued to explore her neck and shoulders. The tension between them built with every subtle movement, every breath that became more uneven.

Justine’s hips arched toward him involuntarily, her body practically begging for more. "Jobe," she gasped, her hands tightening around his biceps. Her mind was a haze of need, and the teasing was driving her mad.

He raised his head, their eyes locking as he pressed his body closer, his fingers slipping deeper, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. "Tell me what you want, Justine," he murmured, his voice low, gravelly.

"You know what I want," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Jobe’s smirk grew as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Say it."

"God, Jobe," she moaned, her breath catching as his fingers worked her slowly, deliberately. "I want you."

Hearing those words flipped a switch inside him. He pulled his hand from her and tugged off his tracksuit bottoms and boxers. Reaching for his duffel bag, Jobe fished out one of the condoms Jude had given him earlier. He quickly tore the packet open, rolling the condom over himself with ease, the anticipation thick in the air between them.

"You sure?" he asked, a flicker of concern in his voice, despite the raw desire etched on his face.

Justine smiled, reaching up to pull him down to her. "I’m sure," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him again, harder this time, her body arching into his.

With that, Jobe positioned himself between her legs, pressing against her, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her. The sensation made them both gasp, their bodies melding together as the tension broke, replaced by pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Justine moaned softly, her hips moving with his, finding a rhythm that matched his pace. Jobe leaned down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, his breath hot against her skin as he thrust into her, each movement driving them both closer to the edge.

Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other. The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breaths, the quiet moans that slipped from Justine’s lips, and the steady, rhythmic sound of their bodies moving together. Jobe’s focus had shifted entirely now—he wasn’t thinking about football, endorsements, or the stresses of his life. Justine was the only thing in his world at that moment, and the feeling of her beneath him, responding to his every touch, was all-consuming.

"Jobe..." she whispered, her voice breathy as she felt herself nearing her peak.

He groaned in response, quickening his pace, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he felt her body tremble beneath him. "I got you," he breathed, his voice deep and husky.

Justine’s body tensed, her back arching as she finally reached her climax, a soft cry escaping her lips. Jobe wasn’t far behind, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep into her one last time, his body shuddering in pleasure.

For a moment, they stayed like that—breathing heavily, their bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow. Jobe pressed his forehead to hers, his heart pounding as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Damn..." Justine muttered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as he hovered above her. "That was..."

"Yeah," Jobe said with a small chuckle, still slightly breathless. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, savoring the lingering taste of her.

As they lay there, limbs tangled together on the sofa, Jobe’s mind wandered briefly back to his initial plans—to focus solely on football this season, to avoid getting wrapped up in relationships like Jude had with Lila. But as he glanced down at Justine, her eyes closed, a content smile on her face, he couldn’t help but feel like maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It wasn’t love, but it was easy.

"Hungry?" he asked after a moment, breaking the silence.

Justine opened one eye, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Didn’t you already feed me?" she teased, her voice still soft with satisfaction.

Jobe laughed, rolling off her and sitting up. "I meant the food I actually brought," he said, gesturing to the bag he’d left on the table.

"Well, in that case..." Justine sat up, reaching for her baby tee. "Yeah, I’m starving."

Jobe smiled, pulling her close to kiss her one more time before grabbing the bag of food. He couldn’t help but think that maybe this arrangement—casual, stress-free—was exactly what he needed right now.

THE END....

.........sike....epilogue coming soon.....

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (7/8)

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. Let me know if you like to be removed/added to the taglist.

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of England's hard-fought match against Switzerland. The 1-1 draw left Jude with mixed feelings as he ran a hand through his damp curls, still catching his breath as he joined the line of players at midfield. As they went through the post-game ritual, shaking hands with the opposing team, Jude exchanged tired but respectful nods with the Swiss players.

"Good game, mate," he muttered to one of the Swiss midfielders.

"You too," came the reply. "See you in the finals, maybe?"

Jude grinned. "We'll see about that."

His mind, though, was already drifting away from the game. He had a day off tomorrow, and all he could think about was how he planned to spend it.

As he jogged back towards the tunnel, Trent caught up with him. "Big plans for tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Jude nodded, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Heading to Silverstone for Lewis' race."

Trent raised an eyebrow. "Southgate actually agreed to that?"

Jude chuckled. "Barely. Had to promise I'd be back before dawn the following day."

In the locker room, as he showered and changed, Jude's thoughts were filled with anticipation for the next day. His relationship with Lila had blossomed in ways he hadn't expected. They had only been together for a month, but Jude was sure about her—more sure than almost anything else in his life.

Once they arrived back to the resort, he immediately packed his bag, and his phone buzzed with a message from Lila:

Great game! Can't wait to see you. Safe travels 💋

His smile widened as he typed back:

Thanks, babe. See you soon.

The journey to England felt both endless and too quick. Before he knew it, Jude was walking through the arrivals gate at Heathrow, scanning the crowd for Lila's face.

"Jude!" Her voice cut through the airport noise, and suddenly she was there, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Hey, you," he murmured into her hair, breathing in her familiar scent.

As they drove to Lewis' home in London, Jude couldn't help but marvel at how natural it all felt. "So, ready for your first British Grand Prix?" Lila asked, glancing at him as she navigated the London traffic.

"More than ready," Jude grinned. "Though I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about meeting your whole family."

Lila laughed. "Don't be. They're going to love you. Though fair warning, my dad might try to grill you a bit."

"I can handle it," Jude said confidently, though his stomach did a little flip. He exhaled a deep breath. This was it - another step in their relationship, another piece falling into place. And despite the whirlwind pace of the past month, despite the pressure of the upcoming semi-finals and Southgate's warnings, Jude felt ready. Ready for whatever came next, as long as Lila was by his side.

When they pulled up to Lewis' house, Jude's eyes widened. The home stood in an affluent London neighborhood, its traditional British style exuding both elegance and charm. Jude couldn't help but think how posh yet cool it looked - not that he'd expected anything less from Lewis. His own place in Madrid was nice, and his mum had done some renovations, but it wasn't quite like this.

"You okay?" Lila asked, noticing his momentary hesitation.

Jude turned to her, his eyes softening. "Never better," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss before they stepped out of the car and as they walked along the gravel path to the front door, Jude's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what did Lewis pay for this place?" he asked, gesturing to the impressive façade.

Lila shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not sure. He bought it when I was about 13. I know it was a lot, but the exact figure? No clue."

Lila used her key to enter, and they were immediately greeted by the sound of barking. Roscoe, Lewis' English bulldog, came bounding towards them.

"What's up, boy?" Jude said, reaching down to pet the dog. But Roscoe growled, causing Jude to jump back slightly. "Jeez, he acts just like your brother towards me," he muttered.

Lila giggled. "It takes Roscoe some time to warm up to new people. Don't worry, he'll come around."

Jude wasn't so sure, but he followed Lila through the house, past the foyer, and into one of the living areas. His eyes were drawn to the family photos adorning the walls. One, in particular, caught his attention - a 20-year-old Lewis holding a tiny baby Lila inside a hospital's NICU.

"This you, innit?" Jude asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah," Lila confirmed softly.

"You were so small," Jude noted. "And Lewis was so young."

"But a bit too old to be a brother to a newborn," she added jokingly.

A small smirk tugged at Jude's lips. "Yeah, I guess you can say that, but he looks so proud here. You're really his baby, huh?" He glanced back at Lila, who tilted her head in confusion.

"What?"

Jude shrugged. "I mean, you were born on his birthday and more than half of these pictures on the wall have you in them. You're definitely his baby, and him acting the way he does makes total sense now."

Lila just squinted her eyes at her boyfriend. "Okay, Jude…" she said, trailing off, not sounding too convinced.

They made their way through a pair of sliding doors to the garden, where Jude spotted Lewis and other members of Lila's family near the grill area. Surprisingly, it was one of those weirdly nice days in London - less cold than usual and perfect for a summer evening barbecue.

As they approached the group, Jude felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Lila started pointing people out. "Right, so this is everyone. Jude, meet Mumma Carmen, Lewis' mum." A warm-looking woman smiled at him. "And this is my mum, Linda." Jude noticed Linda was a white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes - like a fair-skinned version of Lila, with the same nose.

"Over here's my brother Nicolas," Lila continued, nodding towards a guy who gave Jude a friendly wave. Jude noticed Nicolas moved a bit differently, probably due to the cerebral palsy Lila had mentioned before. "He races too," Lila added, sounding proud.

"Then we've got Samantha and Nicola, Lewis' sisters. I call 'em my sisters too," Lila grinned.

Finally, she gestured to a man by the grill. "And that's my dad, Anthony."

"Holy shit," Jude muttered, "that's a lot of people."

A few laughs rippled through the group, Nicolas chuckling the loudest. Lewis and Anthony, though, just kept staring Jude down.

Linda broke the moment of tension. "My, you are tall, aren't you?" she said warmly. "Why don't you take a seat, Jude? You must be tired from your flight."

Jude plopped down gratefully, Lila sliding in next to him. He could still feel Lewis and Anthony's eyes boring into him.

"So, Jude," Nicolas leaned in, "that was some game against Switzerland, eh? That assist in the 67th minute was ace."

Jude perked up, grateful for the familiar topic. "Yeah, it was a tough one. Switzerland's defense is no joke."

Lewis finally broke his silence, taking a seat on the other side of Jude and Lila. "So, Jude," he started, his tone casual but his eyes still scrutinizing, "how's the Euros camp treating you?"

Jude, feeling the weight of Lewis' gaze, tried to keep his voice steady. "It's intense, but good. Southgate's got us working hard."

Anthony approached, setting plates of grilled corn, aubergines, and asparagus on the table. "And how exactly did you convince Southgate to let you come here?" he asked, his tone light but probing.

Before Jude could answer, Carmen stood up. "I'll get the potato salad and other things from the fridge."

"Need any help?" Jude offered quickly, eager for a potential escape.

Carmen smiled warmly. "That's kind of you, love, but I'm fine. Samantha can help me."

"Peanut," Anthony called, "can you help your mum and Nicola with some utensils and plates?"

Lila glanced at the table, confusion crossing her face. "But Daddy, we have—"

"Come on, sweetheart," Linda urged, gesturing for Lila to follow.

As Lila reluctantly got up, Jude felt a wave of panic.

Oh, fuck me.

Jude's eyes followed Lila until she disappeared out of his line of sight. Left alone with Lila's brothers, father, and a still-growling Roscoe, Jude scrambled for something to say. "You've got a lovely garden," he commented, his eyes darting to the well-manicured lawn and the gleaming pool. "The pool looks great."

Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, it is. Perfect for family gatherings. Speaking of family, Jude, what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?"

Jude gulped, feeling like he was suddenly in the hot seat. "Well, sir, I—"

"Because Lila's special," Anthony continued, his tone measured but firm. "She's not just another fling. She's got her own career, her own ambitions."

Lewis chimed in, his voice deceptively casual. "Yeah, and she's been through a lot. We're all pretty protective of her."

Jude nodded, trying to keep his cool. "I understand that, and I respect it. Lila's amazing, and I—"

"You've been together what, a month?" Anthony interrupted. "That's not very long."

Jude took a deep breath, realizing this was his moment to stand his ground. "It might not be long, but I care about Lila. A lot. And I'm here because I want to be a part of her life - all of it. Including her family."

There was a moment of tense silence before Nicolas spoke up. "Give the lad a break, yeah? He's already facing Roscoe's wrath, isn't that enough?"

As if on cue, Roscoe let out another low growl. Jude couldn't help but chuckle nervously, grateful for the slight break in tension. He just hoped Lila would return soon - very soon.

Lewis let out a dark laugh. "He could use a bit more." He cut his eyes to Jude. "You can handle it, right, Jude?"

Jude rolled his eyes, feeling frustration bubble up. "You're something else, mate."

"Ooh, am I?" Lewis said, eyes wide with mock surprise. "I'm gonna let you have that one."

"I guess you are," Jude bit back, scowling at Lewis. Roscoe let out another growl and a sharp bark. His patience snapped. "I get it, okay? You love her, but I don't think you antagonizing me is necessary." Jude's eyes shifted to Anthony. "I honestly care for your daughter, Mr. Hamilton. Lila and I are growing into something serious, okay? I'm talking really serious... maybe marriage, who knows?"

All the men's eyebrows shot up at this.

"Yeah, I know it sounds weird, 'specially because we're both young, but it feels right," Jude continued, his voice firm. "And my mum likes her, and my annoying little brother too, so she's perfect in my eyes."

A tense silence followed, broken only by Nicolas' low whistle. "Well, damn," he muttered.

Anthony leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "That's... quite a statement, young man."

Before Jude could respond, Lila returned with her mum, Carmen, and the sisters. They started setting up the table, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

Jude's face softened as he looked at Lila. "This looks so good," he said, smiling up at her before leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

Carmen, noticing the strained atmosphere, spoke up. "Are you lot gonna keep snarling at Jude or are we going to eat?"

Lewis cracked a smile, then proceeded to put food on his plate. Anthony followed suit, though his eyes still flickered to Jude occasionally.

As everyone started to dig in, Lila leaned close to Jude. "Everything okay?" she whispered.

Jude nodded, squeezing her hand under the table. "Yeah, just... bonding with the family."

Linda raised her glass. "Well, let's eat! And Jude, dear, don't let these boys intimidate you. We're glad you're here."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hamilton," Jude said gratefully, digging into his food while still catching occasional glances from Lewis.

"Daddy, can you pass the corn please?" Lila asked, and both Jude and Anthony reached for it simultaneously. Jude immediately regretted his unconscious reaction as he saw the confused and almost petrified looks on Lewis and Anthony's faces.

Nicolas doubled over in laughter. "Oh my god, I fuckin' love this so much," he said between gasps, holding onto his stomach as Linda nudged him. When Nic finally calmed down, he let out an exaggerated "Whoo," wiping tears from his eyes.

Jude let out a nervous chuckle and passed the corn to Lila, catching her subtle glare. He mouthed a "sorry," knowing he'd be hearing about this later.

As they continued eating, Samantha turned to Jude. "So, Jude, Lila tells us you're quite the foodie. Any favorite spots in Madrid?"

Grateful for the change of subject, Jude launched into a description of his favorite tapas bar. As he spoke, he felt the tension slowly easing.

Nicola chimed in, addressing Lila. "How are the new designs for Petite Soeur coming along? Any sneak peeks for us?"

Lila's face lit up. "Actually, I've got some exciting ideas brewing. I'll probably need to head to New York after the Euro finals to source some fabrics."

"New York?" Jude asked, surprised. "You hadn't mentioned that."

Lila shrugged. "It's still in the planning stages. But yeah, probably a quick trip. Maybe a week or so."

Jude nodded, trying not to show his disappointment at the thought of Lila being away so soon after the tournament.

"You should go with her, Jude," Carmen suggested. "New York's lovely in the summer."

Jude glanced at Lila. "Yeah, maybe. If I can get the time off."

Midnight approached, and the night was finally winding down. The once-lively outside dining area now bore the remnants of their family dinner, with empty plates and half-filled glasses scattered across the table. Jude, fighting against the weight of exhaustion, diligently helped with the cleanup, determined to make a good impression until the very end.

Lila made her rounds, hugging each family member goodbye. Her embraces lingered a bit longer than usual, promising to see them tomorrow at Lewis' race. She carefully packed some leftovers into containers, planning to take them back to her flat.

In the warmly lit living room, Jude found himself alone with Nicolas while Lewis pulled Lila aside. Despite trying not to eavesdrop, snippets of their conversation drifted over.

"Why are you leaving? You usually stay before the British Grand Prix," Lewis asked.

"Not this time," Lila replied. "What about Jude?"

"He could stay at your flat," Lewis grumbled.

"I might as well stay with Jude," Lila said firmly.

When they returned, Nicolas looked at Lila with an exaggerated pout. "Leaving, Li?"

"Not you too!" Lila exclaimed. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Come on, Li," Nicolas persisted, his eyes lighting up with an idea. "We're going to play Mario Kart. You and Jude can sleep over here. Right, Lew?"

They all turned to Lewis, whose expression remained impassive. "He's not staying here," he said flatly.

"Lewis!" Nic admonished, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Jude felt relieved. He had no desire to stay at Lewis' house either and was looking forward to returning to Lila's comfortable flat where he knew he was welcome.

"Alright, we're going to head out," Lila said, motioning for Jude to stand, making him practically jump up.

Locking eyes with Lewis, Jude said, "See ya tomorrow, mate."

"Mmhmm," Lewis muttered.

Turning to Nicolas, Jude said, "See ya, Nic," dapping him up in a bro hug/handshake combination.

"See ya, Jude. Nice meeting you. See you on the paddock tomorrow," Nic replied warmly.

At least one brother like me.

As they prepared to leave, Lila hugged both her brothers, saving Lewis for last. "Is Amara coming to the race?" she asked, her tone deceptively innocent.

Nicolas' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who the hell is Amara?"

Lila and Jude exchanged shocked looks before Lila turned back to Lewis, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, Lewis, you haven't told Nic about your new girl that's somewhat more than a friend? For shame!"

Lewis shot her a warning glare. "Lila..."

"Girlfriend? What?" Nic exclaimed. "Since when?"

"It's new," Lewis muttered, clearly uncomfortable. "And we're not even official."

"And apparently a secret," Lila added with a grin.

As they left, Jude couldn't help but feel a bit smug about the bomb they'd just dropped. Lewis deserved it for continuing to act like an asshole.

In the car, the soft melodies of Tems filled the silence as Lila navigated the quiet London streets. The tension from the evening slowly melted away, replaced by their usual comfortable dynamic.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Lila asked, glancing at Jude.

Jude chuckled, stretching his long legs as much as the car allowed. "Could've been worse, I suppose. At least your dad didn't actually grill me... on the barbecue, I mean."

Lila laughed, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "You did great. And hey, Nic likes you. That's a win in my book."

The next morning, Jude woke to the gentle buzz of Lila's alarm. Silverstone awaited. As he stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, he couldn't help but grin. Race day. With Lila. And her entire family. Again. No pressure, right?

"Morning, sleepyhead," Lila mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "Ready for some high-speed family bonding?"

Jude chuckled. "As ready as I'll ever be. Think your dad will try to strap me to the front of Lewis' car?"

Lila swatted his arm playfully. "Behave, you."

The drive to Silverstone was a blur of countryside and Lila's excited chatter about the race. As they pulled into the paddock, the roar of engines mingling with screaming fans, Jude felt a surge of adrenaline.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, taking in the chaos. "And I thought football fans were intense."

Hand in hand, they made their way through the crowd. Jude couldn't help but notice the double-takes, the whispers, the phones hastily raised to capture a picture of the footballer and the racer's sister.

"Jude! Lila!" Samantha's voice cut through the noise. She was wrangling two kids who looked like they'd mainlined sugar for breakfast.

"Hey, Sam," Lila greeted, hugging her sister. "Jude, meet Willow and Kaiden."

Jude crouched down, grinning at the kids. "Alright, you two? Ready to watch your uncle Lewis smoke everyone?"

Willow, the older of the two, eyed him suspiciously. "Are you really a football player?"

"Last time I checked," Jude replied, feigning uncertainty. "Maybe I dreamed it all. Quick, someone pinch me!"

Kaiden, never one to pass up an opportunity, obliged with enthusiasm.

"Ow! Okay, definitely not dreaming," Jude laughed, rubbing his arm dramatically.

As they made their way to the Mercedes garage, Jude spotted Anthony. The older man's expression was guarded, but softer than the previous night.

"Morning, Mr. Hamilton," Jude greeted, trying not to sound too eager.

"Jude," Anthony nodded. "Sleep well?"

"Like a log, sir. Your daughter's got a comfy flat."

Anthony's eyebrow twitched, and Jude immediately regretted his words. Foot, meet mouth.

"I mean, uh, the guest room was very nice," he backpedaled.

Lila, sensing the tension, quickly intervened. "Daddy, where's Mum? I wanted to show her something."

"Last time I saw her, she was with Carmen near the coffee station," her father answered.

"I'll be right back," Lila said, throwing Jude an amused look over her shoulder as she went to find her mother, and he found himself alone with the kids again.

"So," Willow started, her tone serious, "if you're really a footballer, can you do keepy-uppies?"

Jude grinned. "Can I do keepy-uppies? Watch this." He spotted a small stress ball on a nearby table and started juggling it with his feet.

"Not bad," Kaiden conceded, clearly impressed despite himself.

As Jude continued to entertain the kids, who had decided he was their new jungle gym, he caught Anthony watching him, a grudging smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Lila returned then, undoubtedly impressed. "You're good with them," she said softly.

Jude shrugged, trying to hide how pleased he was. "Kids are easy. It's their uncles I've got to worry about," he quipped, nodding towards where Lewis and her dad was chatting with his team.

Lewis glanced over, his expression unreadable. Jude gave a little wave, which Lewis returned after a moment's hesitation.

"Baby steps," Lila murmured.

The day stretched on, a whirlwind of pre-race excitement, strategy talks, and more family dynamics than Jude had bargained for. But as he stood there, Lila's hand in his, watching Lewis' car roar to life, he realized he wouldn't have it any other way.

"You good?" Lila whispered, squeezing his hand.

Jude nodded, grinning. "Never better. Though I might need you to protect me if Lewis doesn't win. I have a feeling I'd be the first one blamed."

Lila laughed, the sound almost lost in the roar of engines. "Don't worry, I've got your back. Now, let's watch my brother kick some ass."

As the race approached, Lila and Jude made their way to the Paddock Club, where they'd have a better view of the action. The walk there was like a red carpet event, with cameras flashing and fans calling out for autographs.

"Jude! Jude! Can I get a picture?" a young fan shouted, waving an England flag.

Jude obliged with a smile, posing for a quick selfie. "Cheers, mate. Enjoy the race!"

They settled into their seats, and the atmosphere was electric. The roar of engines filled the air as the cars lined up on the grid.

"God, I'll never get tired of this," Lila breathed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The race was a nail-biter from start to finish. Lewis fought his way through the pack, making daring overtakes and pushing his car to the limit. Jude found himself on the edge of his seat, caught up in the family's tension and excitement.

As Lewis crossed the finish line in first place, Lila jumped up, screaming with joy, her eyes brimming with tears. "He did it! Oh my God, he actually did it!" She turned to Jude, pulling him into a tight hug, laughing and crying at the same time.

Jude smiled, holding her close. "That was huge, Lila. Your brother’s a fuckin' legend."

It was unreal—Lewis had done it. After 945 days since he last won a Grand Prix, he finally done it, and at his home race no less.

They rushed down to parc fermé, where Lewis was celebrating with their dad and his team. As soon as he spotted Lila, he broke away, and she collided with him in a fierce hug.

"I'm so proud of you," Lila sobbed into his shoulder.

Lewis held her tight, his own eyes glistening. "Couldn't have done it without my lucky charm," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

As they broke apart, Jude stepped forward, fist outstretched. "Congrats, mate. That was some drive."

Lewis looked at him for a moment, then bumped his fist. "Thanks, Jude. Appreciate it. Now you got to win Euros, yeah?"

Jude grinned, a mix of surprise and determination in his eyes. "From your mouth to God's ears, mate. We'll do our best to bring it home."

Lewis nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll be watching. Don't let us down, Bellingham."

"No pressure then," Jude chuckled, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with Lewis for the first time.

Lila, beaming at the exchange, wrapped an arm around each of them. "My two champions," she said, her voice filled with pride and affection.

The moment was interrupted by a swarm of reporters and cameras, all clamoring for Lewis' attention. As Lewis was pulled away for interviews, Jude felt Lila squeeze his hand.

"Thank you," she said softly. "For being here, for trying with my family. It means a lot."

Jude pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Li," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and warm.

Lila smiled up at him, her eyes glistening with emotion. She reached up, cupping his face as their lips met in a soft kiss, but what started as something gentle quickly grew more intense. Jude's hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer as the world around them seemed to fade. Lila melted into him for a moment, feeling the heat rise between them, before gently pushing him back with a breathy laugh.

"Jude, we’re getting carried away," she whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was paying too much attention.

Jude pouted playfully, his lips grazing her ear. "Can you blame me?" he murmured. "I’ve missed you loads. Time with your family and Lewis’ race meant we didn’t get any… ‘special’ time." His tone was teasing, but his fingers traced delicate patterns along her waist, clearly eager for more.

Lila blushed, biting her lip as she leaned into him, whispering so only he could hear, "Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you get some later before you fly back to Germany."

Jude’s eyes darkened slightly, his smirk widening. “You better,” he growled softly, causing her to laugh.

"I promise," she teased, giving him one last lingering kiss before they both straightened up.

"So," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he nodded towards Lewis' race car, "reckon your brother will let me drive one of these things if we win the Euros?"

Lila laughed, shaking her head. "Let's not push our luck, Bellingham."

Jude grinned, undeterred. "Come on, I bet I'd look proper fit in one of those racing suits. Maybe I'll ask Toto for a spare suit."

"Oh yeah?" Lila raised an eyebrow, amused. "And what makes you think you can handle one of these beasts?"

Jude puffed out his chest dramatically. "Please, I can handle anything."

Just then, Roscoe trotted by, giving Jude a suspicious look.

"Well, almost anything," Jude amended, eyeing the dog warily. "Still working on winning over your furry bodyguard there."

Lila giggled, patting Roscoe's head. "Maybe we should start smaller. How about you learn to drive a regular car first?"

"Ouch," Jude clutched his chest in mock hurt. "Low blow, Hamilton. Low blow."

As they bantered, Anthony approached, overhearing the tail end of their conversation. "What's this about driving?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

Jude tried to look innocent. "Just admiring the cars, sir. Impressive machines."

Anthony nodded slowly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "They are indeed. Tell you what, Jude. You win the Euros, and maybe - just maybe - we'll let you sit in one. Engine off, of course."

Jude's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I mean, yes sir, challenge accepted!" He turned to Lila, grinning from ear to ear. "Did you hear that? I'm halfway to being an F1 driver already."

Lila rolled her eyes fondly. "Don't get ahead of yourself, hotshot. You've still got a tournament to win."

"Details, details," Jude waved his hand dismissively, but his eyes sparkled with determination. "Just you wait, Li. I'll have that trophy in one hand and an F1 steering wheel in the other before you know it."

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Later that evening, back at Lila's flat, the playful banter from earlier still lingered in the air as Jude made himself comfortable on her sofa. The faint glow of the city filtered in through the windows, casting a soft light over the room. Lila sat beside him, her fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as they settled into the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Jude, still riding the high from their day at Silverstone, looked over at her, his gaze warm and filled with affection. "You know," he began, his voice low, "I wasn’t kidding about missing you. Feels like we've barely had a moment to ourselves."

Lila smiled softly, turning to face him. "Well, I’m all yours now," she teased, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss.

The tension that had been building between them all day simmered just beneath the surface. As their lips moved together, the kiss deepened, and Jude’s hand instinctively found its way to her waist, pulling her closer. There was a gentle urgency in the way they touched, an unspoken need to make the most of the time they had left before his flight back to Germany.

Lila pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "I did promise you some special time, didn’t I?"

Jude grinned, his hands tightening on her hips as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes. "You did," he murmured, his voice husky.

Lila slid off the sofa, standing up and taking Jude’s hand to guide him toward the bedroom. He followed her, his heart racing in anticipation. Once they reached the bed, she turned to face him, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head.

Jude watched her, his breath hitching as her hands roamed his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. "Lila..." he breathed, unable to keep the need out of his voice.

She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. "Lie down, Bellingham," she commanded playfully.

Jude raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, doing as she asked, his long frame stretching out across the bed.

Lila climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him again, slow and sensual. Their hands began to explore each other, and soon, her kisses moved from his lips to his neck, making Jude groan as she nipped at his skin.

"God, I’ve missed this," he murmured, his hands resting on her thighs as she continued to kiss her way down his chest. His body tensed in anticipation, and when her lips reached the waistband of his pants, he let out a shaky breath.

Lila paused for a moment, glancing up at him with a teasing smile. "Still miss me?"

Jude let out a chuckle, his voice a bit hoarse. "More than ever."

She pulled his pants down slowly, her movements deliberate, and Jude's breath hitched as the cool air hit his skin. Lila leaned down again, pressing soft kisses along his lower abdomen, and Jude could feel his entire body respond, the tension between them reaching its peak.

When her mouth finally found him, Jude’s head fell back against the pillows, a deep groan escaping his lips. Her movements were slow, teasing at first, before she picked up a steady rhythm, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. Every flick of her tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, making his hips buck slightly in response.

Jude’s hands gripped the sheets, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Lila continued, her pace quickening as his moans filled the room. He was losing control, the sensation overwhelming as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Lila... fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You’re gonna make me—"

Before he could finish, his release hit him hard, and he came with a shuddering gasp, his body trembling beneath her. Lila didn’t stop, taking all of him as he rode out his high, her lips and tongue working him through it.

When she finally pulled back, Jude was left breathless, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover. Lila looked up at him, wiping the corner of her mouth with a small, satisfied smile.

Jude stared at her in awe, still catching his breath. "God, you’re so good at that," he said with a lazy grin, his voice laced with admiration.

Lila laughed softly, crawling back up to rest beside him, her head on his chest. "Told you I’d make up for earlier."

Jude wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You’re amazing," he murmured, still in a daze.

"Well," she teased, "I try."

Jude chuckled, his fingers trailing up and down her arm as they settled into the comfortable silence of the room. He knew he had to leave for Germany soon, but for now, all he wanted was to stay here with Lila, wrapped up in their little world, where nothing else mattered.

The Olympiastadion in Berlin was a cauldron of noise as the clock ticked towards the 90th minute. England and Spain were locked at 1-1, the match poised on a knife-edge. Jude's legs burned with exhaustion, but he pushed on, desperate to make something happen.

Suddenly, a teasing cross from Cucurella found Oyarzabal. Time seemed to slow as the ball nestled into the back of the net. 2-1 to Spain. The stadium erupted - half in jubilation, half in despair.

Jude's heart sank. He looked at the clock - three minutes of added time. It wasn't enough. As the final whistle blew, the weight of the loss crashed down on him. He fell to his knees, then forward onto his hands, his forehead touching the grass.

Tears stung his eyes as he pounded the pitch with his fist. So close. They'd been so close.

Around him, his teammates were in various states of despair. Some lay on the ground, others wandered aimlessly, shell-shocked. The Spanish celebrations seemed a world away.

As Jude finally lifted his head, the magnitude of the loss hit him. This wasn't just about football. He knew what was coming - the media frenzy, the scrutiny, the blame. And worse, the ugly side of it all - the racism that always reared its head in moments like these.

He could already imagine the headlines, the social media posts, the slurs that would be hurled at him and his Black teammates. The thought made his stomach churn.

A hand on his shoulder startled him. It was Gareth Southgate, his face etched with a mixture of disappointment and pride. "You did us proud, lad," he said softly. "Hold your head high."

Jude nodded, but the words felt hollow in the face of such devastating loss. As he slowly got to his feet, his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one face in particular. He found Lila in the stands, her eyes red from crying but filled with love and support.

Without thinking, Jude jogged over, hopping the barrier with ease. Lila's arms were around him in an instant, her familiar scent a balm to his raw emotions.

"You were brilliant," she whispered fiercely. "So fucking brilliant."

His mum was there too, pulling him into a tight hug. "We're so proud of you, love," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Jude nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The loss still stung, sharp and brutal.

Eventually, he had to tear himself away, heading to the locker room. The atmosphere was somber, heavy with disappointment. Jude showered mechanically, his mind replaying every moment of the match.

Later, Lila drove him back to the hotel. The silence in the car was punctuated only by Jude's occasional frustrated sighs.

Once in his room, the dam broke. "Fuck!" Jude yelled, grabbing a pillow and hurling it across the room. "We were so fucking close!"

He paced, a caged lion of frustration and regret. "If I'd just... if we'd only..."

From her perch on the bed, Lila watched him, her eyes soft with understanding. "Jude," she said quietly, holding out her hand. "Come here."

He hesitated for a moment before collapsing onto the bed next to her, his head in her lap. Her fingers carded through his hair, soothing.

"We were so close, Li," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her leg. "So fucking close."

"I know, babe," she said softly. "But you were amazing out there. All of you were."

Jude turned his head to look up at her, his eyes searching her face. "Yeah?"

Lila nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. And you know what? This is just the beginning. You've got so many more tournaments ahead of you. So many more chances."

Jude let out a long breath, feeling some of the tension leave his body. "You're right," he said finally. "Doesn't make it suck any less right now, though."

Lila leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I know. But I'm here. We're all here. And we're so fucking proud of you, Jude Bellingham."

For the first time since the final whistle, Jude felt a smile tug at his lips. He lay there for a moment, letting Lila’s words sink in, her soothing presence like a balm to the raw ache in his chest. He closed his eyes, savoring the way her fingers gently ran through his hair, grounding him in the here and now, away from the chaos in his mind.

Jude turned slightly, shifting so he could meet her gaze, his face still buried in her lap. Their eyes locked, and the warmth in Lila’s gaze melted away the lingering frustration. Before he even realized it, he was reaching up, cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek.

Lila’s lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned down, meeting him halfway as their lips pressed together in a soft kiss. It was gentle at first, more comforting than anything, but the electricity between them was undeniable. Jude’s hands slipped to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their mouths moving together with a new urgency.

She responded just as eagerly, her hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers. She could feel the pent-up tension, the frustration from the game, the need to release all the emotions still bubbling just under the surface. Jude’s tongue teased hers, a low groan escaping his throat as he pulled her even closer, the heat between them building.

In no time, their movements became more desperate, their kisses fiercer as they lost themselves in each other. Lila shifted, climbing over Jude, her thighs straddling his hips as they continued to kiss, hands exploring, touching, needing.

Jude's fingers found the hem of Lila's shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift movement. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her bare skin, the softness of her curves against him. He ran his hands down her back, fingers tracing the length of her spine, his touch both gentle and possessive.

But as the heat built and their clothes were discarded, leaving them bare against each other, Jude suddenly pulled back, his chest heaving, his eyes locking with hers.

“Wait,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, the need still simmering in his eyes. “I don’t… I don’t want to do anything tonight, Li.”

Lila blinked, her breath still coming in soft gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. “You don’t?” she asked, her voice soft, almost surprised.

Jude shook his head, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. “No,” he said quietly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lips. “I just… I just want to be with you. Hold you. That’s all I need tonight.”

Lila’s heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his gaze stealing her breath. She could see it in his eyes—the exhaustion, the emotional weight of the loss still hanging heavy on his shoulders. He didn’t need more tonight. He needed her—just her, without anything more.

She nodded, her expression softening as she leaned down to kiss him again, this time slower, more tender. “Okay,” she whispered against his lips. “We’ll just cuddle.”

Jude exhaled a long breath, relief flooding through him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down onto his chest. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, but without the usual urgency. This was different—intimate, comforting in its simplicity.

Lila nestled into the crook of his neck, her body fitting perfectly against his as she draped an arm over his chest. Jude’s hand moved in lazy circles across her back, the steady rhythm calming both of them as they lay there in the quiet.

For the first time that night, the weight of the world lifted off Jude’s shoulders. Lila’s presence grounded him, her warmth chasing away the frustration and disappointment. He closed his eyes, his fingers continuing their slow, soothing movement along her back as they settled into the comfort of each other’s arms.

And as they drifted into the soft silence of the night, Jude realized that even though they’d lost the match, he hadn’t lost everything. He had Lila—her love, her support. And that, for now, was more than enough.

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A week later...

Jude lounged back in the dim corner of the VIP section, his fingers idly scrolling through TikTok on his phone as the bass-heavy music thudded through the club. Around him, his boys—Trent, Marcell, Toby, and Noah—were in full party mode, mingling with groups of women, downing shots, and laughing loudly over the booming beats.

The original plan had been to celebrate winning the Euros, but since the loss, this trip had taken on a different vibe. It felt like a redemption tour, a chance for him to step back, reflect, and spend time with his friends. First, they were in LA, then it was off to Miami, and after that, Jude planned to fly out to New York to spend some quality time with Lila before training camp for the upcoming La Liga season. It wasn’t the summer he'd imagined, but he was determined to make the most of it.

Chilling in the cut, Jude glanced around the club, taking in the pulsating lights and the crowd swaying to a Future track that had just come on. He wasn’t in the mood to wild out like the others. While his friends, all single, were running amuck, flirting and vibing with girls, Jude was content sipping his drink, scrolling through his phone, and keeping to himself.

Suddenly, a woman brushed up against him. "My bad," she said, her voice slightly slurred from the drinks. Jude glanced up from his phone and was immediately met with a very direct line of sight to her cleavage, on full display in a low-cut dress.

"All good," he said, his eyes flicking up briefly before he went back to his phone, chewing idly on his straw.

The music thumped louder as Future’s hit track filled the room, setting a more charged atmosphere. "You want to dance?" the woman asked, stepping closer to him, her voice competing with the music.

Jude lifted his eyes from his phone again, this time actually looking at her face. "I'm good," he replied, raising his voice over the music.

"What?" she called back, leaning in even closer, her perfume invading his space. Jude subtly stepped back, trying to create some distance.

"I said I'm good," he repeated, his voice firmer this time. "I have a girlfriend."

The woman cocked her head, her expression shifting into something more sly. "Oh?" she said, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Where is she? Is she here?"

"Nah, but still—" Jude started, but she cut him off.

"So, she just lets you go out to clubs?" The girl smirked, inching closer again. "Not a great girlfriend, especially since you’re hot."

Jude sighed, shifting uncomfortably as she introduced herself. "I’m Kate."

"Not interested," Jude shot back, trying to keep his patience in check.

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Good to know that I already know who you are, I guess. You're not a great talker. I'm just trying to say 'hi.'"

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes right back at her. He knew what this was, but there was no way he was about to mess up what he had with Lila for a one-night stand. It wasn’t even a question.

"I don’t want to talk to ya. I’m good," Jude said, stepping back even further.

Her expression soured as she pouted, almost as if insulted. "So, you don’t think I’m pretty?"

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jude thought, the ridiculousness of it all pressing in on him. Instead of entertaining her any further, he simply stood up and moved away, finding a spot in the opposite corner of their section. He sat down again, ignoring her as he resumed scrolling through his phone.

A soft ping vibrated from his phone, his notifications lighting up with a text from Lila:

Miss you 😥

Jude’s tense expression softened as he read her message. He immediately started typing back.

Miss you too, babe. Can you wait another hour so we can FaceTime?

He sent the text, glancing at the time. It was almost 2 a.m. in LA. He quickly did the mental math, realizing that it was nearly 9 a.m. in London. She’s up early, Jude thought with a grin, picturing Lila groggily reading his text from her bed.

He chuckled softly to himself, thankful for the escape from the madness of the club. The night might’ve started as a chaotic boys' trip, but he knew where he’d rather be—talking to Lila, even if it was through a screen thousands of miles away.

Lila: Of course I’ll wait up.

Before he could settle back into the comfort of scrolling through TikTok, the girl from earlier made her way back over, this time with a determined look on her face.

He barely glanced up, but she leaned closer again, clearly not getting the hint. “C’mon, are you sure you don’t want to dance?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet.

Jude sighed, feeling his patience start to slip. "I already told you, I’ve got a girlfriend. I’m not interested."

"She’s not here," the girl insisted with a smirk, ignoring the clear boundary Jude had set. "And besides, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her."

Jude clenched his jaw, annoyance flashing across his face. Before he could fire back with a more direct response, Trent suddenly popped up beside him, flashing a smile at the girl. "Hey, he's a no-no," Trent said casually, slinging an arm over Jude's shoulder. "But I'm available."

The girl’s attention shifted immediately, her eyes lighting up at Trent’s offer. She nodded and laughed, the shift in mood clear as she let out a flirty giggle.

Trent gave Jude a quick nod, signaling that their ride was here. "We’re about to head out," he said. "Let's round up the boys and go."

Jude exhaled in relief, glad for the escape, and stood up, following Trent as they gathered the rest of the guys, along with a couple of girls they’d met. Together, they made their way outside to the 'party bus' they had rented for the trip.

The vehicle, decked out with neon lights and plush seating, awaited them at the curb, the engine already purring as the driver waited. The girls squealed in excitement as they piled into the bus, while Toby immediately turned on the Bluetooth speaker, blasting some heavy beats that matched the mood of the night.

“YEAH!” the girls shouted in unison, dancing to the pounding music as the bus pulled away from the club, headed for their rented house in the Hollywood Hills.

Jude watched them for a second, shaking his head with an amused smile. Not tonight, he thought to himself as he made his way to the back of the bus, scrolling through his phone once again. By the time they pulled up to the house, he was already checked out of the night.

Their rented home sat atop the hills, a modern, multi-story villa with sprawling glass windows that overlooked the city lights of Los Angeles. It was sleek and expansive, with a pool out back and plenty of space for their crew to kick back and relax. The house exuded a luxurious charm, nestled in the quiet hills far from the noise of the city but still close enough to feel like they were in the heart of LA.

As they spilled out of the bus and into the house, Toby turned the speakers up louder, the music reverberating off the high ceilings.

"Let’s keep this going!" Toby yelled as the girls cheered, already dancing their way through the living room.

Jude laughed under his breath, shaking his head at the sight. "Yeah, I’m going to bed," he muttered, but his words were drowned out by the music. No one seemed to notice as he peeled away from the group and headed upstairs to his room.

Once inside, Jude locked the door behind him, eager for some peace and quiet. He kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his clothes, and headed straight for the shower. The hot water hit his skin, and he sighed, letting the tension from the night wash away. After drying off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to his room, pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed.

He reached for his phone, turning off the lights as he dialed Lila’s number. It rang twice before she answered, her face appearing on the screen, lit by the soft morning light in London.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, her voice warm and a bit sleepy. “What time is it there?”

“Almost 2 a.m.,” Jude replied with a smile, settling back into the pillows. “How’s your day so far?”

“Lazy,” Lila said with a yawn, stretching. “Tolami’s coming over soon, and we’re getting our hair done. What about you? How’s LA?”

“Good,” Jude said, glancing at the ceiling. “The boys are wilding out, as usual. Toby just brought back a girl, and I think she’s already making herself at home.”

As if on cue, there was a loud shriek from downstairs, and Lila’s eyes widened at the sound. “What the hell was that?”

“Toby’s ‘little friend,’” Jude said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ew!” Lila laughed, scrunching up her nose in mock disgust. “You boys are a mess.”

Jude chuckled. “Wish you were here with me, though,” he murmured, his voice softening.

Lila smiled knowingly. “Mmmhmm, you wish I was in that bed with you.”

“That too,” he admitted, his voice low and teasing. “I can’t wait to see you in New York. I miss you so much, Li.”

“I miss you too, Judey Bear,” she replied, her tone softening. “Not long now.”

“We’re going to Disney tomorrow,” Jude added. “You want me to bring you back some Mouse Ears?”

“Absolutely!” Lila grinned. “I expect nothing less.”

They talked for a bit longer, the conversation easy and familiar, like always. Eventually, Lila yawned, stretching again. “I should get ready for Tolami,” she said, her voice still drowsy.

Jude nodded. “Yeah, I should get some sleep too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“For sure. Sweet dreams, baby,” Lila said, her smile lingering before the call ended.

Jude set his phone on the nightstand and lay back, a sense of calm settling over him. He might have been miles away from Lila, but just hearing her voice was enough to make everything feel right.

With one last glance at his phone, he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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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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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (5/6)

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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The Weimarer Land Spa and Golf Resort, nestled in the picturesque outskirts of Blankenhain, served as the perfect base for England's Euro training camp. The luxurious resort boasted top-notch training facilities, including multiple pristine football pitches, a fully equipped gym, and a high-tech recovery center. The players also had access to an 18-hole golf course, spa facilities, and gourmet dining options to help them relax between intense training sessions.

On a crisp morning, Jude and his teammates gathered on one of the immaculate pitches for their daily warm-up. The air buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as they prepared for another grueling practice session.

The players started with light jogging, gradually increasing their pace as they circled the pitch. They then moved on to dynamic stretches, focusing on loosening up their muscles and improving flexibility. Ankle rotations, hip circles, and arm swings were followed by more football-specific movements like high knees and butt kicks.

As they transitioned into passing drills, Jude found himself alongside Trent Alexander-Arnold and his roommate, Eberechi Eze. The three young players couldn't help but engage in some playful banter as they knocked the ball between them.

"Oi, Trent," Jude called out as he received a pass, "seen your barber lately? That trim's looking a bit dodgy, mate."

Trent rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips. "Fuck you. Not all of us can have a personal stylist on call 24/7."

Eze chimed in, "Yeah, some of us have to make do with what we've got. Speaking of which, Jude, when are you gonna hook a brother up with that LV sponsorship?"

"Off of it," Jude laughed, deliberately misplacing his pass to Eze. "You wish, mate. Maybe if you score in the opener, I'll consider putting in a good word."

"Oh, that's how it is?" Eze retorted, chasing after the ball. "Just wait 'til I nutmeg you in front of everyone. Your LV deal'll be mine before you know it."

Their laughter echoed across the pitch, drawing looks from some of the other players. Trent was about to fire back with another quip when a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"Alright, lads!" Gareth Southgate's voice boomed across the field. "That's enough fucking around. Let's get serious and start our real work for the day."

The three friends exchanged amused glances before jogging to join the rest of the team, ready to throw themselves into the day's training session.

A grin spread across Jude's face. "Alright, Trent, I'll hook you up with my barber. Maybe then you won't look like you've been cutting your own hair with safety scissors."

Trent nudged his friend on the shoulder, earning a hearty laugh from Jude. "I hate you so fucking much."

As the training session progressed, the players were split into groups for various drills. Jude found himself waiting alongside Trent for their turn at a passing exercise.

"So," Trent began, a mischievous glint in his eye, "how's things with Miss Hamilton?"

Jude felt his cheeks redden at the mention of Lila. "She's good, yeah. Miss her though."

"Bet you do," Trent teased. "When's she coming to watch?"

"She'll be at the opener in Gelsenkirchen," Jude replied, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Was texting her last night actually. She's in Milan right now, finishing up some big business deal."

Trent's eyebrows shot up. "Business deal? What kind?"

Jude shrugged. "Dunno, mate. She didn't even tell me. Said it was all hush-hush for now."

Their conversation was interrupted as it was their turn for the drill. As they jogged back to the end of the line, Trent brought up Southgate's plan for family visits.

"Heard about the visiting rules?" he asked. "Southgate's paranoid about another Baden-Baden situation."

Jude nodded. "Yeah, 48 hours after matches. Bit strict, but I get it. At least some family's allowed to stay nearby. My mum's one of them."

"Lucky," Trent muttered. "My lot's stuck with the 48-hour rule."

As they continued their drills, Jude's mind wandered to Lila. He was grateful for the time they'd have together, even if it was limited. The thought of seeing her after the opener gave him an extra boost of motivation as he threw himself into the rest of the training session.

The day wore on, filled with tactical discussions, more drills, and a practice match. By the time Southgate blew the final whistle, the players were exhausted but satisfied with their progress.

Jude headed back to the locker room, and he pulled out his phone, smiling at a new message from Lila. Despite the grueling day, knowing she'd be there soon made everything feel a bit better. The locker room was filled with the usual post-training chatter when Bukayo Saka's voice suddenly rang out above the rest.

"Oi, Dec! Play that shit!" Saka called to Declan Rice, who was fiddling with a bluetooth speaker.

A moment later, the opening beats of Central Cee and Lil Baby's 'BAND4BAND' filled the room. Several players immediately perked up, bobbing their heads to the rhythm.

"Yes, bruv!" Saka exclaimed, starting to rap along with the lyrics.

Marcus Rashford joined in, matching Saka word for word. "We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M…"

Jude shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his teammates' impromptu performance. He pulled off his sweaty training kit, tossing it into the laundry bin.

"Not feeling it, Jude?" Eze asked, noticing Jude's lack of participation.

Jude chuckled. "Nah, mate. I'll leave the rapping to you lot. I'm more of a shower singer myself."

When he headed inside the showers, he could hear Phil Foden attempting to hit some of the high notes of a song from Queen, much to the amusement (and mock horror) of the others.

The hot water was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and tension from the day. By the time Jude emerged, dressed in his team tracksuit, the locker room had mostly cleared out.

He found Trent waiting for him in the corridor, phone in hand.

"Ready for lunch?" Trent asked, falling into step beside Jude as they headed towards the dining room.

"Starving," Jude replied. He glanced at Trent's phone. "What you looking at?"

Trent grinned, holding up his screen to show the Raya app. "Just checking out some potential matches. Want to help?" Jude gave him a shrug as a response. "What do you think of this one?" Trent asked, holding up his phone to display a photo of a stylish brunette.

Jude glanced at the screen, taking in the woman's profile. "She seems nice, mate. Good taste in music by the looks of it. Into indie rock, eh?"

Trent nodded approvingly. "Yeah, caught my eye. How about this one?" He swiped to another profile, this time a blonde with a radiant smile.

"Yoga instructor, vegan chef… bit different from your usual type, innit?" Jude observed with a smirk.

"Trying to broaden my horizons," Trent replied with a chuckle.

"Dickhead," Jude muttered with a bemused sigh.

They entered the dining room, picking out their lunch - grilled chicken, quinoa, and a variety of steamed vegetables, all carefully portioned according to the team nutritionist's guidelines. Finding a table, they settled in to eat.

As Jude was about to take his first bite, his phone lit up with a FaceTime request from Lila. His face instantly broke into a wide grin.

"It's my baby, it's my baby," Jude sing-songed, making Trent roll his eyes good-naturedly.

"Go on then, lover boy," Trent teased.

Jude answered the call, his face lighting up at the sight of Lila. "Hey, beautiful! How's Milan?"

"Busy but exciting," Lila replied, her voice slightly tinny through the phone speaker. "Just finished the meeting. How was training?"

"Brutal," Jude groaned dramatically. "Southgate's working us to the bone."

They chatted about Lila's day and Jude's training. At one point, Jude turned the camera to include Trent.

"Say hi to Trent, Li," Jude said.

"Hey, Trent!" Lila waved. "Keeping this one in line?"

Trent laughed, leaning into frame. "Trying my best, but it's a full-time job. Your boy here can't stop gushing about you, by the way. It's getting a bit sickening, really."

"Oi, shut it," Jude protested, but he was grinning.

Lila giggled. "Aw, Judey Bear, you softie."

The conversation continued, filled with laughter and easy banter. Jude and Lila made plans for her upcoming visit, while Trent occasionally chimed in with a joke or comment.

As they wrapped up the call, Jude's expression was noticeably brighter. "Bye, baby. Can't wait to see you. I'll phone you later, alright?"

After hanging up, Trent raised an eyebrow at Jude. "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"

Jude just shrugged, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "I know."

Trent shook his head in disbelief. "I still can't wrap my head around it, mate. One minute you're crushing on her Instagram, next thing you're proper boyfriend and girlfriend. What's your secret?"

Jude grinned, taking a bite of his lunch. "Just my natural charm, I suppose."

"Come off it," Trent scoffed. "Give us your game card, then. Share the wealth."

"Nah," Jude replied with a firm headshake. "Can't let my secret weapon go public. Got to keep some mystery, you know?"

Just then, Bukayo Saka approached their table, tray in hand. "Alright if I join?"

Trent put on a mock serious face. "Sorry, mate. You can't sit with us."

Saka promptly flipped him the bird before sitting down anyway. "What are we chatting about then?"

Jude filled him in. "Just Trent being in awe of my relationship skills."

"Ah," Saka nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Speaking of, Tolami can't wait to meet Lila. She's proper excited about it."

Jude nodded, his expression brightening at the mention of Lila. "Yeah, Lila mentioned that. They're following each other on Insta now. I reckon they'll get on well."

"It'll be nice for Lila to have someone to hang out with during the matches," Trent observed. "You know, when she's not too busy swooning over your football skills."

Jude rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his grin. "Shut up, you mug."

Saka leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Jude, when are you going to let me meet the famous Lila? I need to make sure she's good enough for our star midfielder."

"Oi," Jude protested, but he was laughing. "You will meet her soon enough. Just... try not to embarrass me too much, yeah?"

They continued to talk about a plethora of things, including their love lives and excited chatter about the upcoming tournament. As they finished their lunch, Jude couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The Euros were just around the corner, and soon, he'd have Lila by his side to share in the excitement.

Life was pretty good if he'd say so himself.

The day had been a whirlwind for Lila. It started with an early morning photoshoot at Versace's headquarters, where she modeled pieces from the upcoming collection. The energy on set was electric, with Donatella herself overseeing the shoot and offering words of encouragement.

After the photoshoot, Lila attended a series of meetings with Versace's marketing team to discuss the rollout plan for her ambassadorship. They covered everything from social media strategies to potential event appearances. Lila's head was spinning with information, but she felt exhilarated by the opportunities ahead.

In the afternoon, she had a final fitting for the custom Versace gown she would wear to the announcement dinner. As she stood in front of the mirror, draped in the stunning creation, the reality of her new role truly began to sink in.

Throughout the day, Lila's thoughts kept drifting to Jude. She longed to share this experience with him, to see his proud smile and feel his supportive embrace. Despite the excitement of the day, she found herself counting down the hours until she could hear his voice again.

As evening approached and Lila prepared for the dinner, she felt a mix of anticipation and nerves. She was about to step into a new chapter of her life, and while Jude couldn't be there physically, she carried the warmth of his support with her.

Now, as Lila sat in the private dining room at Cracco Restaurant, surrounded by Versace's top executives and creative team, she felt a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. After months of secrecy and hard work, it was finally official - she was Versace's newest ambassador.

The space was adorned with sleek, modern decor that complemented the restaurant's innovative cuisine. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the gathering.

Donatella Versace stood to give a speech, her presence commanding the room. "I've known Lila since she was just ten years old," she began, her voice warm with affection. "She would join her brother Lewis at our fashion shows, her eyes wide with wonder. Now, to see her not only as our ambassador but also launching her own label, Petite Soeur… I couldn't be prouder. We at Versace are thrilled to begin this collaboration."

As the evening progressed, Lila savored each moment, from the exquisite seven-course tasting menu to the animated conversations about upcoming projects. Once the evening wound down, Lila's driver escorted her to a sleek black Mercedes. The city lights of Milan twinkled as they made their way through the historic streets to the Bulgari Hotel Milano.

The hotel, housed in an 18th-century palazzo, exuded luxury from the moment Lila stepped into the marble-floored lobby. Her suite, with its blend of contemporary design and classic Italian opulence, offered a stunning view of the private garden.

Lila received a notification. The official announcement of her ambassadorship had just been released across all of Versace's social media platforms. Within moments, her phone exploded with calls and messages.

Amidst the flood of notifications, Jude's name popped up. She answered immediately.

"FUCK YEAH!" Jude's voice boomed through the speaker, making Lila laugh.

"Easy there, you almost burst my eardrums," she teased.

Jude's excitement was palpable. "I'm so proud of you, Li! My parents saw the news too - they're proper chuffed for you."

Lila felt a wave of gratitude. She recalled their meeting at the Champions League match - Denise's warm embrace, Mark's kind words, and Jobe's playful banter. Their sincerity had touched her deeply, making her feel instantly welcome.

"It means so much that your family is happy for me," Lila said softly. "They were so lovely at the match. I was nervous about meeting them, but they made me feel so welcome."

Jude's voice softened. "They adore you, Li. Mum hasn't stopped talking about how sweet you are since that day. But babe," he continued. "The internet's going mental over it. You're trending everywhere!"

Lila grinned, still trying to process it all. "It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest. But in the best way possible."

"You deserve all of it," Jude assured her. "God, I miss you. Can't wait to see you this weekend and celebrate properly. You're definitely getting celebratory head."

"Jesus Christ, Jude!"

"I'm serious, Li. Fuck...I can't wait."

"I can't wait either," Lila replied softly, her cheeks flushing as she remembered their time in Ibiza. "So, tell me more about training," Lila prompted, stifling a yawn. "How's Southgate working you lot?"

She made herself comfortable on the plush king-sized bed, nestling into the soft pillows. The city lights of Milan twinkled outside her window, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Jude chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "Still brutal, if I'm honest. But it's good, you know? Feels like we're really coming together as a team."

They chatted about the dynamics of the England squad, Jude sharing funny anecdotes about his teammates and their off-pitch antics. Lila listened, occasionally interjecting with questions or laughter. As the night wore on, their conversation drifted to more personal topics. They talked about their childhoods, their dreams for the future, and the little things that made them happy.

"You know what I also can't wait for?" Jude said, his voice soft and slightly drowsy.

"What's that?" Lila murmured, her own eyelids growing heavy.

"To watch the sunset with you in Gelsenkirchen after we win our first match," he replied.

Lila smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. "That sounds perfect."

Their words became fewer and farther between, replaced by comfortable silences and the soft sound of their breathing. Neither wanted to be the first to hang up, content in the illusion of closeness despite the miles between them.

"Jude?" Lila whispered after a particularly long pause.

"Mmm?" came his sleepy response.

"I'm really happy," she said simply.

"Me too, Li," he murmured. "Me too."

The night deepened and their breathing synchronized, both drifting off to sleep with their phones still connected. In the quiet of their respective rooms - Lila in her luxurious Milan suite and Jude in his training camp accommodation - they shared a moment of peace, connected by the invisible thread of their growing relationship.

The last thing Lila heard before sleep claimed her was Jude's soft, rhythmic breathing, a comforting lullaby that carried her into her dreams.

lilahamilton • posted on their story 6 hours ago

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lewishamilton: congrats peanut!!

fencer: that’s what I’m talking about lil sis!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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The Veltins-Arena in Gelsenkirchen buzzed with anticipation as fans filed in for England's Euro 2024 opener against Serbia. The atmosphere was electric, with chants and songs echoing through the stadium. Flags waved, faces painted in red and white, as the excitement built to a fever pitch.

Lila made her way through the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation. She was dressed in an oversized black leather jacket, a cropped England jersey with Jude's number, high-waisted jeans featuring a red stripe and lion emblems on the sides, and Adidas trainers. Her eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for Tolami.

Suddenly, she spotted her. Tolami stood out effortlessly in the crowd, her presence commanding attention. She was taller than Lila's petite 5'3" frame, with lustrous black hair styled in a middle part and curled, falling just below her shoulders. Her deep brown, blemish-free skin seemed to glow, and when she smiled, her megawatt grin lit up her entire face, causing endearing crinkles around her warm brown eyes.

As Lila approached, Tolami lifted her black cat-eye sunglasses, placing them atop her head in a casual, effortlessly cool 'it girl' manner.

"Lila!" Tolami exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

The moment they embraced, Lila felt an instant connection. Tolami's hug was warm and genuine, and Lila knew right away that they were going to be fast friends.

"It's so good to finally meet you in person!" Lila said as they pulled apart.

Tolami nodded enthusiastically. "I know! I feel like I already know you from all our chats. But girl, you're even prettier in person!"

As they made their way to their seats, they chatted animatedly about everything from their boyfriends' pre-match rituals to their own matchday outfits. Tolami's personality shone through - friendly and warm, but with an underlying strength that suggested she didn't take any nonsense.

The energy in the stadium continued to build as kickoff approached. When the teams emerged onto the pitch, both Lila and Tolami jumped to their feet, cheering loudly. Their eyes were fixed on Jude and Bukayo as they lined up for the national anthem.

When the match began, Lila and Tolami were on the edge of their seats, their hands often finding each other's in moments of tension or excitement. They gasped collectively as Jude connected with Bukayo's cross in the 13th minute, heading the ball into the net.

The stadium erupted, and Lila and Tolami were no exception. They leapt to their feet, screaming in joy. On the pitch, Jude and Trent's celebration was iconic - both dropped to one knee before placing a splayed hand over their face, a move that would be replayed on highlight reels for days to come.

"Yes! That's my man!" Lila shouted, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Tolami hugged her tightly. "And assisted by mine! They're unstoppable together!"

The match progressed, and they rode the emotional rollercoaster together - celebrating England's strong first half, then biting their nails as Serbia pushed back in the second. Tolami's running commentary was both insightful and hilarious, keeping Lila laughing even in the most tense moments.

When Harry Kane's header was brilliantly saved, hitting the underside of the bar, both women groaned in unison. "So close!" Tolami exclaimed, squeezing Lila's hand.

The final minutes of the match were nail-biting. As Serbia pressed for an equalizer, Lila and Tolami clung to each other, barely able to watch. When the final whistle blew, signaling England's 1-0 victory, they erupted in cheers, hugging each other tightly.

"What a start!" Tolami exclaimed, her face beaming with joy.

Lila nodded, her eyes shining with unshed happy tears. "Jude was incredible out there. And Bukayo with that assist!"

"We have to do this again for the next match," Tolami said as they walked out.

Lila agreed enthusiastically. "Absolutely! Maybe we can grab lunch before the game next time?"

They made their way to the area where the WAGs and other supporters waited for the players. Tolami sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This two-day post-match policy is killing me. Southgate's strictness is next level."

Lila nodded sympathetically. "I know. Jude's been complaining about it too."

As they approached the waiting area, Tolami brightened. "Oh, let me introduce you to someone. Lauren!" She waved to a blonde woman nearby. "Lauren, this is Lila, Jude's girlfriend. Lila, this is Lauren Fryer, Declan's girlfriend."

Lauren suddenly chuckled. "You know, Lila, we both have Judes in our lives." Lila looked confused momentarily before Lauren explained, "My son's name is Jude."

"Oh!" Lila laughed. "That's adorable. Judes seem to be pretty special, huh?"

Their laughter was interrupted by Lila's attention being drawn to a group of girls in the corner, whispering and giggling. Their gaze was fixed on Lauren, and their expressions were far from friendly.

Lila felt her temper flare. "What the fuck do you think-" she began, but Lauren's hand on her arm stopped her.

"Girl, it's not worth it," Tolami said softly.

Lauren nodded. "Yeah, I appreciate it, but I realized my mental health is a lot better when I just ignore them. Besides," she added with a smile, "here come our men."

Sure enough, the players were emerging from the locker room, all clad in the team's tracksuit. Some of the girls in the corner began to fawn and scream, clearly trying to catch the attention of the single players.

But Lila only had eyes for Jude. When he spotted her, his face lit up, and he jogged over. In one smooth motion, he swept her up in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. His lips peppered her cheeks with kisses as he spoke.

"God, I missed you," Jude said, his voice muffled against her hair. "Did you see the goal? That was for you, babe."

Lila laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I saw it. You were brilliant out there."

As Jude set her down, keeping an arm around her waist, Lila caught sight of the group of girls from earlier. They were watching her and Jude with barely concealed envy. But Lila found she didn't care. She was exactly where she wanted to be, with the man she cared about, celebrating a victory that felt like it belonged to both of them.

Jude looked around at the other WAGs. "You ladies been taking care of my girl?" he asked with a grin.

Tolami laughed. "More like she's been taking care of us. You've got a firecracker here, Jude."

Jude's arm tightened around Lila's waist. "Don't I know it," he said, his voice warm with affection.

The other players joined their partners, and the atmosphere became festive. The victory had everyone in high spirits, and for a moment, the strictness of Southgate's rules seemed far away.

Bukayo approached the group, his arm wrapping around Tolami. Lila's eyes lit up, her inner Arsenal fan barely contained.

"Bukayo! Brilliant game," Lila said enthusiastically as they shook hands.

Bukayo grinned. "Thanks! And it's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Lila. Jude here won't shut up about you."

Declan Rice joined them, exchanging greetings with everyone. "Hey, anyone up for some pints and food?" he suggested.

Bukayo pulled Tolami closer. "Respectfully, I'm declining. I miss my girl and spend too much time with your stinky arses already," he joked.

Jude nodded in agreement. "Same here, mate. But next time for sure," he promised, offering fist bumps to Bukayo and Declan.

After they said their farewells, Jude led Lila away, and she glanced around. "Where's Trent?"

Jude chuckled. "Probably talking up one of the groupies, but nevermind that, focus on us," he said cheekily, guiding her towards the exit.

Outside, a small crowd of fans and paparazzi awaited. Camera flashes went off as Jude signed autographs and took photos with fans, always keeping Lila close. Finally, they made it to the parking lot where Lila's rental car waited.

Once inside the car, Jude pulled Lila into another kiss. This one was slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the outline of her bottom lip. When he pulled back, he wore a wide grin.

"Looks like both of us deserve celebratory head tonight," he said with a wink.

Lila rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her smile. "You're fuckin' impossible," she said, starting up the car.

"Impossibly charming, you mean," Jude retorted, settling into his seat.

As they drove away from the stadium, the excitement of the match still buzzing between them, Lila couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable summer.

lilahamilton • posted on their story 12 hours ago

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footballwags: yes!! we needed this duo!!

britishvogue: you and tolami are literal goals!! ⚽️ 🥅

judebellingham: thank you baby 💕🥹

tolami_benson: my baby boo 💖✨

jobebellingham: go jude!!

landonorris: get in there, jude!!!!!

f1: so happy you’re having a great time but we miss you on the paddock, lila 😢

Jude woke up feeling on top of the world. The euphoria of winning England's Euro opener still coursed through his veins, mingling with the warmth of having Lila by his side. Last night had been perfect - a celebratory dinner filled with carbs and laughter, followed by hours of cuddling and exploring one another bodies.

Celebratory head, sixty-nine, whatever one wished to describe it....he'd enjoyed it plenty. Lila was a fast learner, eager to please him just as much as he wanted to please her. Thus far, he's been marching to the beat of her drum - listening aptly to all of her wants, needs, and desires without crossing any boundary lines. Jude knew all about Lila's lack of experience, but he also knew that being her first was serious business.

The most serious. She was sweet, shy, and curious, which he never had in any flings besides his first time and he wanted nothing but the best for her.

As he scrolled through his phone, Jude couldn't help but smile at the flood of congratulatory messages, but mixed in with the positivity were the inevitable naysayers - people questioning whether he was too young for a serious relationship, wondering if Lila was just another WAG, or worse, accusing her of being with him for fame.

Jude's jaw clenched. He was determined to prove them all wrong. This wasn't just some fleeting romance; he was committed to Lila. He'd been crushing on her for so long, admiring her from afar, and now that they were finally together, he'd be damned if he let anyone or anything mess it up.

His DMs were flooded, more so than usual. Among the fan messages were an increasing number from groupies, their advances more bold now that his relationship was public. Jude ignored them all. He had eyes only for Lila.

A notification caught his attention - Lewis Hamilton had followed him on Instagram. Jude's heart raced for a moment, and the fan in him was excited to be noticed by the racing GOAT. But reality quickly set in. This wasn't about a simple liking to Jude per se; this was Lewis keeping tabs on the guy dating his little sister.

The thought of Lewis watching his every move online was intimidating, but Jude refused to let it scare him off. He was in this for the long haul, ready to face whatever challenges came their way - overprotective brothers included.

As Lila stirred beside him, Jude put his phone down. Social media, public opinion, even Lewis's watchful eye - none of it mattered in this moment. What mattered was the girl next to him, the connection they shared, and the future they were building together.

Jude was ready to show the world, and himself, that he was capable of balancing his career and a relationship. With Lila by his side, he felt invincible, ready to take on the Euros, the doubters, and anything else life threw his way.

Lila's eyes fluttered open and his heart swelled at the sight of her.

"Morning, beautiful," Jude murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Lila stretched, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Morning. What time is it?"

"Just past eight," Jude replied, checking his phone. "Fancy some breakfast?"

Lila nodded enthusiastically. "God, yes. I'm starving."

They perused the room service menu together, debating the merits of various breakfast options.

"Croissants are a must," Lila insisted.

Jude grinned. "Agreed. And maybe some eggs? I need my protein."

After placing their order - a spread of croissants, fruit, eggs, and plenty of coffee - they settled back into bed, chatting about the previous day's events.

"I still can't believe that goal," Lila said, her eyes shining with pride. "The whole stadium went wild."

Jude felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. "It was a team effort, really. But I won't lie, it felt amazing."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door - their breakfast had arrived. They set up their impromptu picnic on the bed, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries filling the room.

As they started to eat, Jude couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable this all felt - sharing a lazy morning with Lila, enjoying a simple breakfast together. It was a pocket of normalcy in their otherwise hectic lives.

"So," Jude said, taking a sip of his coffee, "what's next on your agenda while I'm off being a football star?" His eyes twinkled with playful mischief.

Lila rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Well, Mr. Star, I've got a few things lined up. There's a Versace photoshoot in Positano next week, and then I'm headed to Barcelona for Lewis's race."

"Ah, supporting the other star in your life, eh?" Jude teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Lila laughed, her fingers lingering on his cheek. "Jealous?"

"Of your brother? Never," Jude grinned. "Though I might be a bit envious of Barcelona. The weather there is gorgeous this time of year."

"Speaking of gorgeous," Lila said, her tone turning more serious, "you were amazing in the match yesterday. How are you feeling about the next one?"

Jude's expression became focused. "Feeling good, actually. The team's in great form, and that win has really boosted our confidence. But we can't get complacent. Every match is crucial."

Lila nodded, understanding the pressure he was under. "You'll smash it, I know you will."

Their conversation drifted between Jude's upcoming matches and Lila's projects, punctuated by soft kisses and shared laughter. Despite the whirlwind of their lives and the constant public attention, in moments like these, it was just the two of them - Jude and Lila, enjoying each other's company and planning for their future.

As they finished their brunch, Jude pulled Lila close. "I'm going to miss you when you're in Barcelona," he admitted softly.

Lila snuggled into his embrace. "I'll miss you too. But I'll be cheering you on from afar, and I'll be back before you know it."

Jude smiled. "I know. And when you get back, we'll enjoy another repeat of last night, yeah?" Lila's face flushed and she ducked shyly into her hand. "No, no, don't be bashful now," he continued to tease, removing her hands from her face. "You felt so good, babes. That fuckin' mouth of yours is going to be the death of me."

"Is it?"

"Hell yes," he growled, rolling her over to smother her with kisses. She let out a surprised yelp that dissolved into a satisfied moan when one of his hands cupped her breast. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perimeter of the bud until it hardened. As usual, Lila arched herself into him, her hips grinding to create delicious friction between herself and his boxer-covered sex. "Baby...cut that out."

Jude's murmurs against her skin made Lila shiver with anticipation. He loved her reaction to everything he did - her eyes and face were very expressive, unable to hide her true emotions, and he relished making her feel loved, cherished, and desired.

"J-Jude....p-please...." she moaned as she writhed beneath him.

"What? Tell me what you want."

"You."

"Me?" He glanced up to lock eyes with her and he wished he didn't. Her doe-like brown eyes were darkened to this seductive obsidian and filled with unbridled lust.

Fuck me, I turned her out.

And to think he didn't even give her all of the goods yet.

"Baby, please," she pleaded, jutting out her bottom lip for added effect. "Can you....uh.....lick me again?"

A small smile appeared on Jude's lips at the innocent tone of her voice. She was beginning to enjoy having her little pussy eaten, and Jude would always happily oblige.

"I'll lick you until you're hoarse and wrung out. How does that sound, babes?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Lila's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flush of excitement spreading across her cheeks. "That sounds... incredible," she murmured, her voice breathy.

Jude's smile widened, a mixture of affection and desire in his gaze. He shifted down the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. His hands gently parted her legs, revealing the glistening folds of her sex. He could see how wet and ready she was, her arousal evident in the slickness that coated her inner thighs.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me if it's too much, alright?" he said softly.

Lila nodded, her breath hitching as she felt the first brush of his lips against her sensitive flesh. "I will," she promised, her voice trembling slightly.

Jude's tongue flicked out, teasing her clit with gentle, feather-light strokes. Lila's hips lifted off the bed, a moan escaping her lips as the first sparks of pleasure shot through her body. He continued to tease her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that had her shaking beneath him.

"Jude... oh God..." she moaned, her hands tangling in his curls as she pulled him closer to her center.

He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, licking and sucking her clit with a fervor that had her seeing stars. Lila's moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

Jude's fingers joined in, slipping inside her wet heat and curling upwards to find that sweet spot that made her cry out in ecstasy. He worked her skillfully, his mouth and fingers moving in perfect harmony to drive her wild.

Lila's breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. "Jude, I'm so close... please, don't stop..." she begged, her voice desperate.

He had no intention of stopping. Jude doubled down, his tongue and fingers moving faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Lila," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low, sexy growl.

That was all it took. With a loud, keening moan, Lila shattered, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. Her body convulsed, her hands gripping Jude's hair tightly as she rode out the pleasure.

Jude didn't stop until she was a trembling, boneless mess. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips lingering on her sensitive skin as she came down from her high.

Lila's eyes fluttered open, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice still breathless.

Jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm glad you think so, love. I aim to please."

She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a tender kiss. "You certainly succeeded," she said against his lips.

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Despite the comfort of the hotel bed, Jude and Lila decided to venture out and explore Gelsenkirchen. There was a slight chill in the air, unusual for summer, which gave them an excuse to walk close together.

"I heard about this place called Alma Park," Jude said as they left the hotel. "It's supposed to be pretty cool - an amusement park built in an old coal mine."

Lila's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Let's go!"

They made their way to Alma Park, marveling at the unique setting as they arrived. The park was a perfect blend of industrial heritage and modern entertainment, with attractions spread out across the former coal mine site.

"This is incredible," Lila said, taking in the sight of roller coasters and other rides set against the backdrop of old mining structures.

Jude grinned, excited to see Lila so enthused. "What should we do first? There's mini golf, trampolines, paintball..."

"Ooh, escape rooms!" Lila pointed to a sign. "Fancy testing our teamwork skills?"

They spent the next hour in an escape room themed around the mine's history, laughing and working together to solve puzzles. After successfully "escaping," they moved on to mini golf, where Jude's competitive side came out.

Jude and Lila were halfway through their mini-golf game, when a young boy approached with his father.

"Excuse me," the father said politely, "my son is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?"

Jude smiled warmly. "Of course, mate. What's your name?"

The boy, no more than eight, looked up with wide eyes. "T-Tommy," he stammered.

As Jude signed the boy's cap, Tommy found his voice. "You were brilliant yesterday! That goal was amazing!"

"Thanks, Tommy. Maybe you'll be scoring one day, eh?" Jude winked, handing back the cap.

Tommy beamed, clutching the cap to his chest. "Thank you so much!"

As they reached the back nine, a group of girls in their early twenties sauntered over.

"Oh my god, it's Jude Bellingham!" one squealed. "Can we get a picture?"

"Of course," Jude said politely, maintaining a respectful distance.

He posed for the photo, and one of the girls twirled her hair. "You were so hot on the pitch yesterday," she purred.

Another chimed in, "Yeah, do you want to hang out sometime? We could show you around town."

Jude felt Lila tense beside him. He cleared his throat. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually trying to enjoy some time with my girlfriend," he said firmly but kindly, wrapping an arm around Lila's waist.

The girls' faces fell. "Oh... girlfriend. Right," one muttered as they walked away.

Jude turned to Lila, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Sorry about that."

Lila nodded, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Jude made a mental note to address this later, determined to reassure Lila of his feelings for her.

"Hey, want to grab a pretzel?" Jude suggested, hoping to lift her mood.

They found a quiet bench to sit and eat. Jude watched Lila pick at her pretzel, concern etched on his face.

"Li, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

Lila sighed. "I... I got jealous," she admitted. "Those girls were so confident, so forward. And there will always be girls like that around you."

Jude took her hand. "Lila, look at me. I'm not worried about other girls. The only girl I'm concerned about is Delilah Marie Antoinette Hamilton."

Lila's eyes widened at the use of her full name, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"My whole name, Jude? Seriously?"

"Of course," Jude said softly. "You're the only one for me, Li. Never doubt that."

Lila leaned in, pressing a quick but tender kiss to his lips. As they parted, Jude rested his forehead against hers.

"All mine."

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Lewis woke early in his Los Angeles home, the California sun already warming the air. After a long, intense run through the hills, he returned home, sweat glistening on his skin. In the kitchen, he prepared his post-workout vegan protein shake - a blend of plant-based protein powder, almond milk, banana, spinach, and a scoop of vegan peanut butter.

As he sipped his shake, Lewis scrolled through his Instagram feed. His thumb paused on a photo of Lila and Jude at the recent England match. The internet was buzzing about their official relationship status, and Lewis found himself tagged in countless posts and comments.

He sighed, conflicted emotions swirling within him. On one hand, he was happy to see Lila smiling and thriving. On the other, the protective big brother in him couldn't help but worry. Jude seemed like a decent guy, but the world of professional sports could be brutal, especially when it came to relationships.

As he continued scrolling, a comment caught his eye. Nicole Scherzinger had left a supportive message on one of Lila's recent posts. Lewis felt a twinge in his chest - a mixture of nostalgia and lingering affection. Despite their breakup, Nicole had always been kind to Lila. It was one of the many things he had loved about her.

Shaking off thoughts of his ex, Lewis's attention shifted to the flood of posts about Lila's new role as Versace's ambassador. Pride swelled in his chest as he saw images of his little sister looking confident and radiant in Versace designs. But that pride was tinged with a hint of hurt. How had he not known about this beforehand? He made a mental note to call her later to congratulate her properly and maybe gently probe about why she'd kept it a secret.

Lewis was so engrossed in his thoughts and the social media storm surrounding Lila that he almost missed the sound of footsteps. Looking up, he saw a woman walk into the kitchen, wrapped in nothing but a bed sheet. Her long dark hair was tousled, and her tawny skin glowed in the morning light. It was Amara, an Afro-Cuban model he'd been casually seeing since the new year.

"Morning," she said with a sleepy smile. "I hope you don't mind I stayed."

Lewis shook his head, offering a small smile. "No, it's fine. Coffee?"

As he prepared a cup for Amara, Lewis's mind wandered to the upcoming fundraising dinner at Emma Grede's home for the Fifteen Percent Pledge. He was looking forward to supporting such an important cause, but couldn't shake the feeling that his personal life was becoming increasingly complicated.

He thought about Lila and her budding relationship with Jude, about Nicole and their past, about Amara and their undefined present. Was he ready to settle down? Did he even want to? Or was he content with the casual arrangements that seemed to fit his nomadic, high-pressure lifestyle?

With a deep breath, he pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, he had a guest to attend to and a busy day ahead. He had to prepare for the fundraiser, make some calls about upcoming races, and somehow find time to reach out to Lila.

"So," Amara's voice broke through his reverie. "Any plans for today?"

Lewis turned to her, grateful for the distraction from his swirling thoughts. "Actually, I've got a fundraiser tonight. For the Fifteen Percent Pledge. You know about it?"

As he explained the organization's mission to Amara, Lewis felt a sense of purpose settle over him. Whatever complications existed in his personal life, he knew he could always find meaning in using his platform for good.

"That sounds exciting," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. Amara glanced at him over the rim of her mug and gave him a wink, and he smiled.

Amara, even though she was a model and influencer by trade, he couldn't deny how comfortable he felt around her. The casualness of their relationship was good for him and his busy schedule; he never had to commit or do things way out of his reach.

Lewis appreciated the simplicity of what he and Amara had. There were no expectations of romantic getaways, no pressure to attend family gatherings or red carpet events together. He could focus on his racing career, his investments, his production company, and his fashion endeavors without the added complexity of a traditional relationship.

Yet, as he watched Amara move around his kitchen with the ease of familiarity, he couldn't ignore the twinge of loneliness that sometimes crept in. Seeing his younger siblings and friends navigate successful relationships made him wonder if he was missing out on something.

His thoughts drifted back to his ex, not because he wanted her back, but because he missed the depth of connection they once shared. The fleeting endorphin rush of one-night stands had lost its appeal, leaving him craving something more substantial.

Could Amara be the answer? Lewis wasn't certain, but he kept her around for a reason. She was discreet, intelligent, and shared his values. Their pillow talk often revolved around their similar backgrounds - both raised by strong single mothers, both understanding the importance of family support.

He wondered if Lila would approve of Amara, if she'd see her as a good fit for him. The thought of introducing Amara to his family crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Was he ready for that step? More importantly, was Amara?

Their relationship existed in a comfortable gray area, undefined yet meaningful. Lewis found himself curious about Amara's thoughts on their arrangement. Did she want more? Was she content with things as they were?

As he watched her, Lewis realized that only time would tell if this could evolve into something deeper. For now, he was grateful for the balance Amara brought to his life - a touch of warmth and companionship amidst the whirlwind of his career.

Lewis cleared his throat, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "So, I've got this race coming up in Barcelona..."

Amara raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mhm," Lewis nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "And who knows? Will be nice to have a certain person also there...."

"Lewis," Amara interrupted, her tone amused but firm. "Are you trying to invite me to your race in Barcelona?"

He chuckled, caught out. "Maybe. What do you think?"

Amara shook her head, smiling. "Just be direct, Lewis. It suits you better."

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "Would you like to come to Barcelona for my race?"

Amara tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, I have a fitting and some meetings in Paris, but... I could probably make it work. When's the race?"

Lewis told her the date, and Amara nodded. "I'll see what I can do to rearrange things."

"Great," Lewis replied, trying to keep his tone casual. "I'll have my team book your flight then."

"Okay," Amara said with a teasing nod, mimicking his casual tone.

Lewis mockingly rolled his eyes, earning a chuckle from Amara.

"Now," she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, "are you going to make me breakfast, or do I have to fend for myself in this fancy kitchen of yours?"

Lewis grinned, already moving towards the fridge. "I suppose I could whip something up. Any requests?"

"Bacon and eggs will be nice," she began to joke but quickly noted his scowl, "or avocado toast."

His frown turned into a pleased grin. "Good girl. Thought I had to kick you out with that one."

"Never," Amara kissed her teeth at his thinly veiled threat. "You like this pussy too much to do all of that." She shook her hips seductively for added effect and he didn't waste any time wrapping his sweaty limbs around her body. "Ew! You stink, Lewis!"

"Let's go clean me off then," he murmured temptingly against her skin as he placed her mug on the island's counter. Lewis then led her to the bathroom.

"What about breakfast? I'm hungry!" she complained, pouting like a petulant child.

"I'll feed you this dick, baby; you'll be fine."

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (4/6)

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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The elegant dining room of the Dorchester Hotel hummed with the sophisticated chatter of London's fashion and media elite. Soft lighting from modern fixtures cast a warm glow over the intimate gathering for Vanity Fair's exclusive invite-only dinner. The room was filled with a mix of celebrities, models, and industry insiders, all dressed in chic cocktail attire.

Amidst the crowd, Lewis Hamilton stood near the bar, his stylist Eric O'Neal gesticulating animatedly beside him. The Formula 1 champion was impeccably dressed in a tailored dark suit, but his attention was far from the fashion discussion at hand.

Lewis's gaze was fixed on his little sister, Lila, seated at a nearby table. She was hunched over her phone, a soft smile playing on her lips as she spoke to Jude via FaceTime. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and Lewis felt a familiar pang of protectiveness wash over him.

As he watched Lila laugh at something Jude said, Lewis's mind drifted to the past. He remembered the day Nicolas was born, the challenges his younger brother faced with cerebral palsy, and how it had shaped their family. Then came Lila, tiny and fragile, spending her first month and a half in the NICU. Lewis recalled the hours he'd spent holding her, marveling at how something so small could be so strong.

Even now, at nineteen, Lila seemed delicate to him. Barely 5'3", she was still his "little" sister in every sense. Her neurodivergence - dyslexia and ADHD, just like him - only amplified his desire to protect her, to ensure she had every opportunity to succeed in life.

Lewis sighed, torn between his instinct to shield Lila and his recognition that she was growing up. He had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that he had some respect for Jude. The young footballer had stood up to him, showing a backbone that Lewis couldn't help but appreciate. But still, Lila was his baby sister, essentially his twin given their shared birthday. The thought of her dating anyone, let alone someone in the public eye, filled him with worry.

"Lewis? Lewis, are you listening?" Eric's voice cut through his reverie.

"Sorry, mate," Lewis mumbled, tearing his gaze away from Lila. "What were you saying?"

As Eric launched back into his monologue about the latest trends in sustainable fashion, Lewis cast one more glance at Lila. She caught his eye and gave him a small wave, her smile widening. Despite his concerns, Lewis couldn't help but smile back. He knew he couldn't protect her forever, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

Around midnight, Lewis and Lila exited the Dorchester, waiting outside for the valet. Lewis noticed Lila seemed to be in her own world, humming softly with a glassy, "lovey look" in her eyes - an expression he recognized well from his own past relationships. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

He nudged Lila gently. "How'd you like dinner?"

"Fine," Lila responded, her tone distracted.

Lewis sighed but pressed on with more questions. Eventually, he brought up her call with Jude. "So, how's the football star doing?"

Lila's smile faltered slightly. "He's good. Excited 'bout being back in Madrid."

Noticing her frown, Lewis probed further. "What's wrong? You don't seem thrilled about it."

Lila hesitated before explaining, "Jude invited me to join him in Madrid and then go to Ibiza for a bit before his Euros training camp starts."

"Oh?" Lewis raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And I told him I couldn't make it," Lila said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We're supposed to be going to Montreal for your race, remember?"

Lewis's expression softened. "Is that why you're looking so glum?"

Lila nodded. "I want to support you, Lewis. I always do. But..."

"But you also want to spend time with Jude," Lewis finished for her.

"Yeah," Lila admitted, looking slightly guilty. "Is that terrible of me?"

"Not at all. You don't have to come to Montreal for my race," Lewis said. "You can hang out with your little boyfriend."

Lila rolled her eyes. "Jude isn't my boyfriend."

Lewis joked, "That's not what the vibes were giving me. He was pretty adamant about 'being your man'," he added, using air quotes for emphasis.

"I thought you didn't like him?" Lila questioned.

"I don't," Lewis admitted. "He's cocky as fuck, and nobody will ever be good enough for you." Lila's frown deepened at his words. "But," he continued, "he could be worse… you could be dating a rapper like Central Cee."

Both siblings shuddered, remembering the rapper's brief flirtation with Lila in Monaco.

"Dodged a huge bullet, huh?" Lila joked, trying to ease the tension.

"You more than dodged that bullet," Lewis quipped. "But seriously, go off and have fun."

"Really?" Lila asked for confirmation.

"Yes, but please, for the love of Jesus, be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he warned.

"That's a lot coming from you who does practically everything," Lila retorted.

"Touché," Lewis conceded. "And if you are thinking about… uhhhmmm-"

"We are not heading down this road, Lewis," Lila immediately interrupted, halting the awkward conversation about sex.

"Thank you," Lewis sighed, wiping a fake bead of sweat from his brow.

"Besides, we aren't ready," Lila added, shuffling her heeled feet. "I mean… how do you know when you're ready?"

Lewis bit his lower lip, considering her question. "You know when you know," he told her. "In your head and your heart. And when that time comes, make sure he uses a condom, okay? I don't want him trapping my baby sister."

Lila laughed. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p' as the valet arrived with the car.

Lewis opened the passenger side door for Lila, and she slipped inside. "Thank you," she said, smiling up at him.

Lewis smiled back, understanding her gratitude went beyond the simple gesture. "Of course, Peanut," he replied, closing the door before heading to the driver's side.

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story comments:

judebellingham: glad you enjoyed the flowers, babes. see you soon ♥️

⤷ lilahamilton: see ya 😉

trentarnold66: taught my boy well! i see you judey!

landonorris: ur cheating on me??? *kidding*.....or am i??? 🤨

⤷ lilahamilton: you’re about to be blocked ❌

britishvogue: so adorable!!! #TeamJudila

⤷ lilahamilton: thank u but this name tho…👀

jobebellingham: knew you liked the roses! 🌹 big ups, big sis!

⤷ lilahamilton: so it was your idea??? interesting 🧐

Jude was relishing the rare week off before the whirlwind of Euros began. Soon, he'd be heading to London for the intense training camp, then to Germany for the tournaments. But for now, he was content to enjoy downtime with his brother and friends in his Madrid home.

Jude's home echoed with laughter and the clack of pool balls. Odin, Toby, and Adam were engaged in a heated game of pool, while he and Jobe sat on the couch, furiously mashing buttons on their PS5 controllers as they played Call of Duty.

"Oh, come on!" Jobe groaned as Jude's character took him out with a headshot. "That was pure luck, innit?"

Jude grinned, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Nah, mate. That's what you call skill."

"Skill, my arse," Jobe muttered, leaning forward as the next round started. "You're just showing off 'cause your girlfriend's coming."

"Shut up," Jude laughed, nudging his brother with his elbow. "Lila's not even here yet."

Their trash talk continued, peppered with light curses and competitive jabs, until Jude's phone buzzed. He quickly paused the game, much to Jobe's chagrin.

"Oi, what gives?" Jobe complained.

Jude's face lit up as he read the message. "Lila's confirmed her flight! She'll be here tomorrow!"

A chorus of "ooohs" and whistles erupted from his friends.

Noah, who had been watching the pool game, smirked. "Should we call some girls down? Jude'll be too busy snogging Lila to hang with us."

"Shut up," Jude laughed, tossing a cushion at Noah. "Her being here won't change anything. We'll still hang out, hit the clubs, everything."

The guys exchanged knowing looks.

Jobe piped up, "I don't know, bruv. You've changed a bit since you got a girlfriend. I like big sis, but it's definitely going to be different."

Toby nodded in agreement, leaning on his pool cue. "Yeah, mate. Lila's gonna occupy most of your time. Not that we blame you, she's a baddie."

"Watch it," Jude warned, though there was no real heat in his voice. "And no, she won't take up all my time. We'll still have our lads' nights out."

"Maybe I should buy a new bedding set," he mused aloud, his mind already racing with preparations for Lila's visit.

Adam snorted. "This is how it starts, boys. Next thing you know, he'll be color-coordinating throw pillows and learning to make breakfast in bed."

The thought of showing her around Madrid, introducing her to his favorite spots, and just being together filled him with a warmth he wasn't quite used to yet.

"Earth to Jude," Jobe's voice cut through his thoughts. "We're gonna finish this game or what?"

Jude shook his head, refocusing on the screen. "Yeah, yeah. Prepare to get your arse handed to you, little bro."

As they resumed their game, Jude found himself continually glancing at his phone, waiting for more details from Lila. He realized that, whether he admitted it out loud or not, Lila's presence was already changing things. His last week of freedom before the grueling Euros schedule suddenly felt more precious, knowing he'd be spending it with her.

"You know," Odin piped up from the pool table, "if Lila's coming, maybe we should plan something big. Like a proper night out, show her the real Madrid nightlife."

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement from the others, and soon they were throwing out ideas for clubs, restaurants, and activities. Jude listened with a mixture of excitement and amusement. It was clear his friends were genuinely happy for him, even if they couldn't resist teasing him about it.

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The early morning sun was just beginning to warm the Madrid air as Jude pulled into the airport's pickup zone. His eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted Lila, her petite frame dwarfed by her luggage. A grin spread across his face as he hopped out of the car.

"Li!" he called out, quickening his pace.

Lila's face lit up at the sight of him. She dropped her bags and rushed into his arms. Jude lifted her off her feet, spinning her around as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

"I missed you," Lila murmured against his lips as he set her down.

"Missed you more," Jude replied, giving her another quick peck before grabbing her bags. "Let's get you home."

The drive to Jude's house was filled with excited chatter and stolen glances. Jude's home was located in La Finca, an exclusive gated community in Pozuelo de Alarcón, just outside Madrid's city center. As they pulled up to the modern, white-washed villa, Lila's eyes widened.

"This is your place?" she asked, taking in the sleek architecture and manicured lawn.

Jude nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Welcome to Casa Bellingham."

Inside, the house was a perfect blend of contemporary design and comfortable living. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the open-plan living area with natural light, offering stunning views of the surrounding landscape. The decor was minimalist but warm, with touches of Jude's personality scattered throughout - framed jerseys, family photos, and a state-of-the-art gaming setup.

"Sorry about the mess," Jude said, gesturing to a few empty pizza boxes and game controllers strewn about. "The lads were over last night."

Lila laughed, taking it all in. "It's perfect, Jude. Really."

Jude gave her a quick tour of the common areas - the sleek kitchen, the outdoor patio with a pool, and the home gym. "So," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, "what do you want to do first? I can show you around Madrid, or we could grab some breakfast..."

Lila stifled a yawn. "Honestly? I could really use a nap. That flight was so early; I need to chill for a bit."

Jude's eyes softened. "A nap sounds perfect, actually. The lads are still passed out upstairs, so we've got some time before the house gets noisy again."

He led her up to his bedroom, a spacious suite with a king-sized bed and an ensuite bathroom. Lila kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh.

Jude chuckled, lying down beside her. "Comfortable?"

"Mmm, very," Lila murmured, snuggling into his side.

Jude instinctively moved closer, his body curving around hers in a perfect spoon. His arm draped over her waist, pulling her gently against his chest.

He breathed in the floral scent of her hair, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly melt away. Lila's breathing began to even out, her body relaxing further into his embrace as sleep started to overtake her.

Jude marveled at how natural this felt, how easily they'd fallen into this intimate position. Despite the excitement of having her here in Madrid, of all the plans he had for them, he found himself perfectly content in this quiet moment.

He knew they should probably get up soon, that his friends would be waking and wondering where he was. But for now, with Lila nestled safely in his arms, Jude was exactly where he wanted to be.

Soon, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Carefully, trying not to disturb Lila, he reached for it.

A text from Jobe lit up the screen: "Oi, where are you? Chef's here. You bringing Lila down for brekkie?"

Jude glanced at Lila, still peacefully asleep. He typed back a quick reply: "She's knackered from the flight. Let her sleep a bit. I'll be down in a few."

Gently, he disentangled himself from Lila, immediately missing her warmth. He pulled a light blanket over her sleeping form, pausing to admire how serene she looked. With a soft smile, he quietly left the room.

Downstairs, Jude found the living room still in disarray from the night before. He quickly gathered empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, tossing them in the bin. As he straightened the throw pillows on the couch, he could hear the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen, along with the low murmur of voices.

Following the sounds, he entered the kitchen to find his friends gathered around the island while the chef, Miguel, bustled about preparing breakfast.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Toby teased, spotting Jude.

Odin glanced at Lila's bags near the stairs. "So, the princess has arrived?"

Jude nodded, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Yeah, picked her up this morning. She's catching up on some sleep upstairs."

"Bet you wore her out already, eh?" Adam waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jude rolled his eyes, grabbing a piece of toast from a nearby plate as he took a seat at the island. "Shut it, you muppet. She's jet-lagged."

Jobe, nursing a cup of orange juice, asked, "So what's the plan for today, then? Still up for showing her around?"

Jude propped his elbows against the marble counter, considering. "Yeah, once she's rested. Thought we'd start with a tour of the Bernabéu, then maybe hit up Retiro Park. Dinner at that new place in Salamanca district later?"

Noah nodded approvingly. "Sounds good. We joining you or is this a lovey-dovey couples thing?"

"You're welcome to come," Jude said, then added with a grin, "As long as you lot can behave yourselves."

Miguel, the chef, chimed in, "Breakfast is ready, boys. Shall I prepare a plate for the señorita as well?"

Jude shook his head. "Nah, let her sleep. I'll sort something out for her later. Thanks, Miguel."

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily between bites of arepas, eggs, chorizo, potatoes, fresh fruit, and crispy churros. They discussed plans for the week, debated the merits of various Madrid nightclubs, and, of course, continued to tease Jude about Lila.

"You know," Noah said, reaching for another churro, "I still can't believe you managed to snag Lewis Hamilton's sister. How'd you pull that off?"

Jude shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Just got lucky, I guess."

"Lucky?" Toby scoffed. "More like she's the lucky one. Dating the great Jude Bellingham."

Jude rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress his grin. "Oh, come off it."

"No, no, he's right," Adam chimed in, adopting a mock serious tone. "I mean, who wouldn't want to date the man with the golden feet? The hero of Madrid? The English wonderboy?"

Noah jumped in, barely containing his laughter. "Don't forget his sparkling personality and dazzling smile. I hear he's quite the catch."

Jude grabbed a napkin and tossed it at Noah's head. "You're all ridiculous, you know that?"

Jobe, enjoying his brother's discomfort, added, "Maybe we should start a Jude Bellingham fan club. Lila can be the president."

The kitchen erupted in laughter as Jude buried his face in his hands, his ears turning red. "I hate all of you," he muttered.

"Aw, come on, mate," Toby said, clapping Jude on the back. "We're just having a laugh. But seriously, Lila seems great. We're happy for you."

Jude looked up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Thanks, lads. She really is amazing."

"And she puts up with you, so she must be a saint," Noah quipped, ducking as Jude aimed another napkin at him.

Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the noise. "What's all this about a Jude Bellingham fan club?"

All heads turned to see Lila standing in the doorway, her hair slightly mussed from sleep but an amused smile on her face.

Jude's face lit up. "Li! You're up. How'd you sleep?"

"Well." Lila made her way into the kitchen, heading straight for Jude. He widened his stance, allowing her to stand between his legs before hoisting her up onto his lap.

"Damn, you got her sitting in your lap already," Toby called out, grinning.

Jude rolled his eyes. "Shut it, man. Li, these are the lads. That's Toby, Noah, and Odin. And this is Adam, my barber, and apparently part-time comedian."

Lila smiled at each of them, her gaze lingering on Adam. "Oh, so you're the one responsible for keeping Jude's hair looking decent. Thanks for not fucking up his hairline."

Adam laughed, giving her a mock bow. "I do what I can. It's a full-time job, keeping this one looking presentable."

"Speaking of hairlines," Noah chimed in, "Jude, you should tell Trent about Adam. Lord knows he could use some help in that department."

The boys erupted in laughter, with Odin adding, "Yeah, what's going on with Trent's trim lately? It's like he's trying to bring back the bowl cut!"

Jude shook his head, chuckling. "Come on, leave Trent alone. Not everyone can be blessed with my luscious locks."

"Luscious?" Lila teased, running her fingers through Jude's hair. "I don't know about that. But it's definitely an improvement over Trent's."

The kitchen filled with more laughter and good-natured ribbing. Jude tightened his arm around Lila's waist, enjoying the easy way she fit in with his friends.

Jude glanced at Lila. "You hungry, Li? We've got plenty left."

Lila nodded, and Jude reached for a bowl of fresh fruit. He picked up a strawberry and held it to her lips. As she took a bite, he leaned in close, whispering, "You look so hot eating that."

Lila's eyes widened, and she nearly choked on the strawberry, coughing slightly.

Jobe immediately piped up, "Oi, Jude! Don't try to kill my sister-in-law before we even get to know her properly. You alright, Lila?"

Lila nodded, her cheeks flushed from both the coughing and Jude's comment. "I'm fine, thanks Jobe."

Jude placed a kiss on her neck, his mouth lingering there to whisper yet again in her ear. "I meant what I said, babes. You’re so fucking hot."

He felt her breath hitch, making him smile evilly. This weekend was going to be for the books, that’s for certain.

As they finished up breakfast, the banter continued, with Lila slowly becoming more comfortable with Jude's friends. Once they were done, Jude stood up, gently nudging Lila off his lap.

"Come on, let's get your bags upstairs," he said, grabbing her luggage.

In his bedroom, Jude opened his closet door. "I cleared some space for you here," he said, gesturing to an empty rail and a few drawers among the massively packed shelves. "If you want to hang anything up or unpack a bit."

Lila smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Jude. That's really sweet of you."

After Lila had settled her things, they headed back downstairs where the others were waiting.

"Right, lads," Jude announced, "we're off to show Lila the sights. You lot coming?"

There was a chorus of agreement from his friends.

"Alright then," Jude grinned, wrapping an arm around Lila's waist. "Let's show my girl what Madrid's all about."

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Lila had always been mesmerized by the beauty of Ibiza, but this trip felt different. The Ibiza sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their luxurious villa, bathing the space in warm light. Lila stood on the balcony, taking in the breathtaking view of the turquoise Mediterranean Sea stretching out before her. The villa, perched on a cliff overlooking Cala Tarida, was a perfect blend of modern design and island charm, with its white-washed walls, sleek furnishings, and a stunning infinity pool that seemed to merge with the sea beyond.

They had arrived the previous night, exhausted but exhilarated after their flight from Madrid.

As she leaned against the railing, Lila felt Jude's arms wrap around her waist from behind. She leaned back into his chest, a smile playing on her lips.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jude murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Lila turned in his arms, meeting his gaze. "Just thinking about how surreal this all is. Being here with you…"

Jude's eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. As the kiss deepened, Lila felt a familiar flutter in her stomach. He had been making strides towards making his feelings clear. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was an unspoken declaration. He didn't need to ask outright; his actions spoke volumes. He was attentive, always ensuring Lila was comfortable and happy. He would hold her hand when they walked, brush her hair out of her face, and make her laugh with his witty comments. But along with the excitement, a wave of anxiety washed over her. She worried about being a good girlfriend to Jude. He seemed so much more experienced, and she felt self-conscious about her own lack of experience. The thought of not being able to please him, of not measuring up, gnawed at her.

Not right now, Lila...focus on him.

So she did.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back just as fiercely. Moans and sighs filled the air as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for so long. Their hands roamed freely, igniting sparks of electricity with every touch. It was a frenzy of passion and desire.

Jude pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with need. "Let's go inside," he suggested, his voice husky. Lila gulped, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He led her to the bed, and she climbed onto it, lying on her back as she stared up at him. "You're so gorgeous," Jude murmured, pulling off his shirt to expose his muscled chest. His chest was defined, with a chiseled six-pack and lean, powerful shoulders. The sight made Lila's cheeks flush, but inwardly she was hyperventilating, wondering what was next and what she was supposed to do.

Jude kicked off his pajama bottoms, leaving him only in his Calvin Klein boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, the outline of his dick evident through the fabric. He got on the bed, hovering above her as he began to kiss her again, trailing his lips down her neck. A moan escaped her lips as his hands skimmed over the curves beneath her satin camisole and matching pajama shorts.

"I like this…" he said, glancing down as his hands cupped her breasts through the thin top.

"My pajamas?" she wondered.

"Yeah… it's so fucking sexy," Jude replied, his voice filled with desire.

Lila giggled. "It's nothing special, really."

He gave her a look of indignation. "You're wearing satin and lace, love. Trust me, it's sexy. Like a wet dream. Can we take it off?"

"Oh…" she audibly muttered, causing Jude's motions to stop.

"If you want to, Lila, no pressure," he reassured her, his tone gentle.

Lila bit her bottom lip. "No, no, it's fine really."

"Yeah?" Jude said for confirmation.

"Yeah," she replied, then slowly removed the straps from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. The cool morning air tickled her nipples, making them harden, and Jude let out a groan.

"Jesus, be a saint. You're stunning," Jude said, taking in her small, perky breasts and the delicate brown areolas.

He leaned in, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Lila arched her back into him, moaning heavenwards. His tongue circled the hardened pebble of her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Jude lavished attention on her breast, alternating between sucking and gently nibbling, before making his way to the other, giving it the same thorough attention.

Jude's ministrations continued as his hand slowly slipped downwards, skimming over Lila's stomach and into her shorts and underwear. His fingers found their way to her slit, expertly teasing her clitoris and causing her to gasp in pleasure. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Is this all for me?"

"All for you," Lila moaned in response, her body eagerly responding to his touch.

"I really lucked out, didn't I?" Jude chuckled, the hint of a smile in his voice.

Lila nodded in agreement, biting her lip as she was consumed by waves of pleasure. His fingers moved skillfully against her, slick with her own arousal. Slowly, he eased his middle finger inside her, feeling her body tighten instinctively.

"Remember to breathe, love," he whispered, and Lila exhaled shakily before relaxing as his finger slid deeper within her.

Jude expertly curled his finger upwards, searching for and finding the exact spot that made Lila moan with delight. With a steady pace, he teased her with his movements while simultaneously using his mouth to pleasure her nipples once again. His tongue circled and flicked over the sensitive buds.

Lila's hands gripped the sheets tightly as Jude expertly worked her body. The combination of his finger inside her and his mouth on her breasts was driving her wild. She felt an intense tension building in her core, ready to snap at any moment.

Jude added a second finger, gently stretching her as he increased the pace. His thumb found its way to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles that sent jolts of pleasure throughout her entire being. Lila's hips bucked against him uncontrollably as she gasped for air.

"Jude… oh God, Jude…" she whimpered, feeling herself on the brink of release.

"Let go, Lila," he whispered against her skin. "Cum for me, love."

His words, combined with his relentless movements, pushed her over the edge. Lila's body tensed and she let out a high-pitched moan as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Jude continued to pleasure her with his fingers until she was left trembling and breathless beneath him.

He kissed her softly, pulling back to look into her eyes. "You're so amazing," he murmured, brushing a wayward strand of hair from her face.

"Um, thank you," she said with a slight smile. Jude showered her face with kisses - first on her forehead, then her nose and cheeks, before finally capturing her lips again. He gently withdrew his fingers from inside her, raising his hand in front of her eyes so she could see the evidence of her own arousal.

"You were so wet," he said with a smug grin before sensually licking his fingers clean. "So fuckin' good, Lila."

Her eyes widened into saucers and her heart beat erratically. Never in her life would she ever imagined herself living out a scene from her favorite erotica novel. Yet, here she was...

"Do you want to keep going or are you tired out?"

Shit, what's next? Are we doing 'it' now? "Oh...uh...like sex?"

Jude's eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head adorably to the side. "You want to make love now?"

Hearing him say those words made her heart flutter and her lady parts tingle with anticipation.

"What else are we doing then?" she said, her voice surprisingly steady and even.

He nonchalantly shrugged and said, "I mean, we could keep messing around if you want. I wouldn't mind going down on you." She glanced down at her slightly disheveled shorts and then back to him. When their eyes met again, he asked, "Does that sound good to you?"

Does it? Is the sky blue? "Y-you don't have to..."

She was still recovering from her first orgasm, and couldn't believe of possibly having another, but she enjoyed how eager he was to please her. Besides, Lila wasn't too keen on the thought of Jude 'going down' on her. Given she watched porn plenty of times to quench her curiosity, however the act itself seemed nerve-wracking.

Of course, it is; not like you had your pussy eaten before, an intrusive thought snapped.

"I want to," was Jude's response, shifting to lay on his side. His brown eyes were half-lidded with lust. "You taste so good."

Oh. Oh. Abort! Abort! "Can I see you instead?" she said aloud, hoping to change the subject. Lila pointed at the tent in his boxers. "Your....umm...penis."

Jude's tongue slid over his teeth as he asked, intrigued, "You want to see my dick?" He smirked at Lila and added, "Feeling frisky this morning, huh?"

Lila bit her lip nervously but nodded eagerly. She had felt it before during their makeout sessions but was never fully exposed. Part of her was curious about what it looked like and another part was turned on by the thought of seeing him completely nude. Jude chuckled at her eagerness and slowly stood up from the bed, pulling Lila with him. He guided her to sit on the edge of the mattress and stood in front of her. With a grin, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled down his boxers.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him fully exposed, his length standing proudly before her. It was thick, long, and veiny. The color of warm caramel on a hot summer’s day, the head was a perfect mushroom, and it curved slightly to the right. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she looked up at him, feeling an overwhelming urge to touch him.

"Like what you see?" Jude asked teasingly, taking a step closer to her.

Now I fully understand Megan Thee Stallion's Captain Hook. Lila nodded, unable to form coherent words as she reached out tentatively to touch him. She wrapped her fingers around him firmly, marveling at how soft yet hard he felt in her hand.

"Careful," Jude warned with a smirk. "I'm pretty sensitive down there."

Lila's cheeks flushed but continued to explore him with her hand, stroking him slowly and watching with fascination as he grew harder under her touch. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the tip, causing Jude's breath to hitch in surprise.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed out as Lila took him into her mouth, sucking experimentally on the head while using one hand to stroke what she couldn't fit in.

Jude's hands gripped her shoulders tightly as she continued to please him with her mouth. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she bobbed up and down on him, swirling her tongue around his shaft in all the right places.

Lila could feel herself getting aroused again just by watching how much pleasure she was giving Jude. She added a trick she learned from those many porn videos and hollowed out her cheeks, creating a vacuum that made Jude moan loudly. Encouraged by his reaction, she continued to suck him harder, using her hand to massage his balls.

Jude couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Lila up, his lips crushing down on hers in a fierce kiss. He could taste the salty tang of his pre-ejaculation mixed with their saliva as he devoured her mouth. She moaned into his kiss, her body melting against him.

When they finally parted, Jude's eyes were dark with lust and confusion. "Who's dick have you been sucking?" He growled at her, his voice low and harsh.

Lila blinked in surprise at the sudden change in his demeanor. His tone had turned rough and possessive, sending a thrill of excitement through her body.

"No one's," she replied honestly, a little taken aback by the intensity in his gaze. "You're my first, Jude."

His mouth pursed into a thin line as he processed this information. "Holy shit, Lila…fuck…" He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. "What porn have you been watching then?"

Lila inwardly blushed at the question but didn't back down. "A lot," she admitted shyly. "And I also read smut, so that helps." And lots of practice on a cucumber or two. "Was it good?"

"Lila, it was mental. I was so close to cumming inside your fucking mouth."

"Why did you stop me?" she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice. The thought of tasting him again was enticing. And one of her deepest fantasies was a pearl necklace or a facial from a lover, but she never expected to actually have the chance to do so.

"Goddammit, Lila. What am I gonna-"

Jude's words were cut off by loud knocking on the door, followed by Jobe's voice from the other side. "Oi! Breakfast's ready! Come on downstairs, I'm starving!"

Jude let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against Lila's for a moment. "We'll finish this later, yeah?" he said softly.

Lila nodded, a mix of relief and sadness washing over her.

Jude pulled up his boxers and then put on his discarded pajama pants and t-shirt. Lila fixed her top and swapped her shorts for the matching pair of pajama pants.

As they headed downstairs, the aroma of a full English breakfast filled the air. In the dining area, a spread worthy of a five-star hotel awaited them. Plates piled high with crispy bacon, perfectly poached eggs, grilled tomatoes, sautéed mushrooms, beans, and golden potatoes. A basket of freshly baked bread sat next to a selection of jams and butter. Pitchers of orange juice and a steaming pot of tea completed the feast.

Jude pulled out a chair for Lila before taking the seat next to her. The others were already digging in, their plates loaded with food.

"About time you two showed up," Toby grinned, his mouth full of toast.

"Yeah, thought we might have to send a search party," Adam chimed in.

Jude rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Shut it. Pass the bacon, will you?"

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily. Plans for the day were discussed - a trip to the beach, maybe some water sports, and dinner at a highly recommended local restaurant.

Lila found herself relaxing into the camaraderie, laughing at the banter between Jude and his friends. Under the table, Jude's hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. She glanced at him, catching the soft look in his eyes, and felt a warmth spread through her chest.

Their unfinished business from earlier still lingered in the back of her mind, but for now, surrounded by laughter and the comfort of good food, Lila allowed herself to simply enjoy the moment.

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A few days later, on their last night in Ibiza, Jude waited downstairs, eager to spend a special evening alone with Lila. He knew that once the Euros started, their time together would be limited, though her attendance at some of his matches was a comforting thought.

Jude stood in the living room, adjusting his light linen shirt. He had opted for a relaxed yet stylish look - the crisp white shirt paired with tailored beige chinos and loafers, perfect for the warm Ibiza evening.

"Looking sharp, mate," Toby whistled appreciatively.

Adam nodded in agreement. "That fresh cut I gave you earlier is really setting it off."

Jude grinned, running a hand through his perfectly trimmed hair. "Cheers, lads."

As his friends prepared to head out for their own night of fun, Jude dapped them up one by one, exchanging playful jabs and wishes for a good night. Once alone, he scrolled through his phone, double-checking the restaurant reservation.

Lila's voice floated down, "I'm ready." The sound of heels clicking on the stairs made him look up.

Jude's breath caught as Lila came into view. She wore a stunning black cutout maxi dress adorned with delicate flower accents, paired with strappy silver stilettos that accentuated her legs. A small silver clutch completed the ensemble. Her curly hair was in a half-up half-down style with a few tendrils framing her face softly.

"Gorgeous," Jude breathed, taking her hand and spinning her gently. "Absolutely gorgeous."

They made their way to the waiting car. The drive through Ibiza was scenic, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the island with them discussing their plans for the coming weeks and, of course, the anticipation of the Euros.

Upon arrival at the beachfront restaurant, they were led by the maître d' to a private area with breathtaking views of the sea. Lila gasped softly as she took in the scene - a beautifully set table adorned with a bouquet of roses, and a small Cartier gift bag placed delicately beside it.

Lila turned to Jude, her lip trembling with emotion. "Jude, this is…"

"Don't cry yet," he teased gently, guiding her to the table. "We haven't even had dinner."

Their meal was exquisite - a starter of Iberian ham and manchego cheese, followed by their main course. Lila opted for a luxurious seafood risotto, brimming with shrimp and a hint of saffron. Jude chose the grilled lamb chops with rosemary and garlic, accompanied by roasted Mediterranean vegetables. They sipped wine, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop.

As they waited for dessert, Jude's demeanor shifted slightly. He cleared his throat, his expression turning serious.

"Li," he began, reaching across the table to take her hand. "I wanted to tell you... my feelings for you, they're growing. Every day we spend together, I find myself liking you more and more. You're becoming such an important part of my life." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "I know with the Euros coming up, things might get complicated. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. How much I value what we have." Jude gestured to the small Cartier bag on the table. "I got you something. I hope it shows you how serious I am about us. Would you like to open it?"

"Yes." Lila reached for the Cartier bag with trembling hands, her eyes darting between Jude and the gift. She carefully pulled out a small red box, her breath catching as she opened it. Inside was a delicate gold bracelet from Cartier's Love collection, its simple design elegant and meaningful. Lila's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Jude. "Jude, it's beautiful," she whispered.

Jude took the bracelet from the box and gently clasped it around her wrist. "I wanted to give you something to remind you of us, of how I feel about you." He took a deep breath, his eyes locked with hers. "Lila, I know we haven't put a label on this yet, but I want to. I want you to be my girlfriend, officially. These past couple of weeks with you have been incredible, and I want to continue building this relationship with you."

Lila's heart raced as she listened to Jude's words. She had been hesitant before, worried about the challenges of dating someone in the spotlight, someone as experienced as Jude, but at this moment, looking into his earnest eyes, feeling the weight of the bracelet on her wrist, her doubts seemed to fade away.

"Jude, I..." she started, her voice thick with emotion. "Yes. Yes, I want to be your girlfriend."

The smile that broke across Jude's face was radiant. He leaned across the table, cupping her face gently, and kissed her. The kiss was soft, tender, full of promise.

As they parted, both slightly breathless, the waiter discreetly entered with their dessert - a shared plate of Crema Catalana, the Spanish version of crème brûlée.

They spent the rest of the evening talking about their plans, stealing bites of the creamy dessert, and sharing soft touches and meaningful glances. The challenges that lay ahead with the Euros and their burgeoning public relationship still existed, yet wrapped in the cocoon of their private dining room with the sound of the waves in the background, everything felt possible.

Leaving the restaurant hand in hand, and with the warm Ibiza night enveloping them, both Jude and Lila felt a sense of excitement for what the future held. Arriving back at the villa, they realized they still had the place to themselves. Jude turned to Lila, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You know, we haven't really made use of that jacuzzi yet," he suggested, his thumb tracing circles on her hand. "Fancy a dip for our last night?"

Lila's face lit up with a smile. "That sounds perfect."

They headed upstairs to change, Jude slipping into a pair of navy swim trunks while Lila opted for a sleek black bikini. As they made their way back downstairs, Jude couldn't help but admire how the swimsuit emphasized Lila's pert ass.

Stepping out onto the patio, they were greeted by the soft glow of strategically placed lanterns. The jacuzzi bubbled invitingly, steam rising gently into the night air. Above them, the sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, seeming to stretch endlessly over the dark expanse of the Mediterranean.

The property was surrounded by lush vegetation - tall palms and fragrant flowering bushes - providing an abundance of privacy. The only sounds were the distant crash of waves against the cliffs and the gentle hum of the jacuzzi.

Jude took Lila's hand, leading her to the edge of the jacuzzi. As they settled into the warm, bubbling water, both felt a sense of contentment wash over them.

"This is so nice," Lila sighed.

"Yeah, not a bad way to spend our last night in Ibiza," Jude agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

Lila leaned against him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. She looked up at Jude and saw the desire burning in his eyes. She couldn't help but feel excited at what was to come.

Jude leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

They continued to kiss and Jude's hand crept under Lila's bikini top to fondle her breast. Lila moaned into his mouth, arching her back as she enjoyed his touch.

"Mmm...your tits are amazing," Jude whispered huskily against her lips before trailing kisses down her neck and onto her chest.

Lila gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over it expertly. His other hand wandered down between her legs to stroking her clit.

"Jude..." Lila moaned, unable to form any coherent sentences as his fingers expertly begin to pump in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"I want you to cum for me," Jude whispered huskily against her ear. "I want to feel you come apart on my hand."

Her body trembled with pleasure as Jude continued to work his magic on her. Jude could feel Lila getting wetter and wetter, her walls clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close, and he wanted nothing more than to make her cum.

With one last flick of his tongue over her nipple, Jude brought Lila over the edge. She cried out his name as she came, her body writhing in pleasure. Once she had come down from her high, he pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth, licking her juices off of his fingers.

"Fuck," Lila breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"I'm glad you liked it," Jude said with a smirk before leaning down for another kiss. "Now I need to taste you properly."

"But you–"

"Come on," he beckoned in a firm tone. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

Without waiting for a response, Jude stood up and helped Lila out of the jacuzzi. He led her back inside to their bedroom where he laid out towels on the bed before pushing her down onto them gently.

Lila giggled as she fell onto the soft towels, her wet hair sticking to her face. Her heart raced as Jude hovered over her, his lips trailing down her stomach and towards the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Anxiety bubbled up inside her and she pressed her legs closer together.

"Can I?" Jude asked, undoubtedly referring to her bottoms.

Lila hesitated, unsure if she was ready. Jude noticed the change in her body and immediately pulled back, concern evident in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Lila took a deep breath, looking into his warm brown eyes. She trusted him, but she was also nervous.

"I...I don't know," she admitted honestly.

Jude nodded understandingly. "It's okay," he said softly. "We don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with. I just want to taste you baby. Can I do that?”

Though apprehensive, Lila couldn't deny the desire building inside her at his words.

"Okay," she finally agreed, giving him a small nod.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her bottoms and gently pulled them down, revealing Lila's sex to him. He inwardly at the sight of Lila's neatly trimmed landing strip. Jude had never been so aroused by a woman's pubic hair before, but something about it on her was incredibly sexy to him.

Spreading her legs wide and settling himself between them, he leaned in and pressed his lips against her inner thigh.

She gasped at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and excited at the same time. Jude continued to trail kisses up and down her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where she really wanted him.

Finally, his lips met her center, licking a long stripe up her folds, causing Lila to let out a mewl. His tongue flicked over her clit expertly as he began to suck on it lightly.

Her hands fisted in the sheets as waves of ecstasy coursed through her body. She had never experienced anything like this before and it was mind-blowing.

Her hips began to move of their own accord, seeking more contact with his mouth. He wanted to be the one who made her scream in pleasure, who left her shaking and breathless. With that thought in mind, Jude slipped two fingers inside of Lila's warm and tight walls. She gasped at the sudden addition, but quickly moaned as he began pumping them, increasing his pace, and delving deeper with his tongue and fingers.

"S-shit," she managed to stutter out as Jude's fingers curled inside of her, hitting a spot that made stars dance behind her closed eyelids.

Jude grinned against her center, knowing he had found just the right spot.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered against her skin, sending shivers down Lila's spine.

And with that simple command, she came undone once again. Lila's whole body was on fire as she rode out her orgasm, moaning Jude's name over and over again. His fingers continued to work inside of her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure she had to offer.

Slowly he pulled back and gazed up at Lila, his own arousal evident in his dark eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there, but he knew they needed to slow down and take things one step at a time.

"Was that okay?" he asked softly.

Lila could only nod in response, still trying to catch her breath, but deep down she knew it was more than okay - it was amazing. She never thought something like this could feel so good.

Jude leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against Lila's lips before cuddling up beside her. "Goodnight, Li."

A soft smile spread across Lila's lips as she felt Jude's arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his warm body. "Goodnight, Jude," she whispered back, placing a small kiss on his chest before snuggling closer to him.

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TO BE CONTINUED....

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hey, there delilah • jude bellingham (3/6)

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 let me know if you like to be removed/added to the taglist.

The quaint town of Stevenage, with its mix of old-world charm and modern amenities, sprawled out beyond the windows of the Hamilton household. Inside, the aroma of Linda's homemade shepherd's pie wafted through the air, drawing the family to the dining room.

Lila sat at the table, her phone buzzing intermittently with texts from Jude. She couldn't help the small smile that played on her lips as she read his latest message about how excited he was to see her at Saturday's UEFA Champions League match.

"Lila, sweetheart, put the phone away. It's family dinner time," Linda chided gently, her blue eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.

Anthony, Lila's father, chuckled as he took his seat at the head of the table. "Let me guess, it's that footballer boy again?"

Lila rolled her eyes good-naturedly, tucking her phone away. "His name is Jude, Dad."

As Linda served her homemade shepherd's pie, Lila's gaze drifted to the family photos on the wall. One showed her, Lewis, and Nicolas as children, gap-toothed grins wide. Another, more recent, captured their extended family in Bali - Lewis' mom Carmen, his sisters, niece, and nephew all included. Lila couldn't help but reflect on her unique family dynamic. She was the 'oops baby', unplanned but welcomed wholeheartedly. Despite not sharing the same mother as Lewis, his mom Carmen had always treated Lila as her own, just as Lila called Lewis' sisters Nicola and Samantha her own.

"So, tell us more about this Jude," Linda prompted, her curiosity evident. "You've been texting non-stop."

Lila felt a blush creep up her cheeks. "He's nice, Mum. I'm going to Wembley to watch him play in the UEFA Champions League."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "That's quite the second date. He must be keen."

"Anthony," Linda admonished softly, but there was no real reproach in her tone.

"Is he interesting beyond the football bit, at least?" her father wondered before taking a bite out of his dinner.

Beyond his undeniable attractiveness that made her whole body tingle, he held her attention intellectually. His quick wit, thoughtful questions, and how his eyes lit up when discussing football captivated her.

"He's got a great sense of humor," Lila continued, a soft smile on her lips. "And he's really close with his family, especially his little brother."

"He sounds like quite the catch," Linda remarked, a knowing smile on her face.

Anthony nodded approvingly. "Sounds like a well-rounded young man. Just remember, Peanut, you've got your own dreams to chase too."

"I know, Daddy," Lila assured him. Unlike Lewis, Anthony was protective without being overbearing, always respecting Lila's decisions, but that didn't go without saying that he always wanted the best for his baby girl.

Anthony leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And Lewis? What does Lewis think about this Jude fellow? Has he met him yet?"

Cockblocker as usual. Lila rolled her eyes at the mention of her brother. They were still working out their 'tiff' from the Monaco Grand Prix with Lewis sending her expensive gifts - a signature cop-out whenever he messed up big time. She sighed, pushing her food around her plate.

"Lewis is... Lewis. You know how he gets. He's met Jude briefly at the paddock, but he's been a bit... overprotective, as usual."

"Oh?" Linda chimed in, her eyebrows raised. "What did he say?"

"Well," Lila started, "he did his usual background check thing. Said Jude seems like a 'decent bloke' but that I should be careful because of his celebrity status."

Anthony nodded thoughtfully. "Lewis means well, but he forgets you're not a little girl anymore. What do you think about Jude's fame, Peanut? Does it concern you at all?"

Lila considered for a moment. "Honestly, Daddy, it's not something I worry about too much. Jude seems pretty grounded, despite everything. And it's not like our family isn't used to the spotlight, right?"

"That's true," Anthony chuckled. "But football fame is a different beast. Tell me more about his family. You said he's close with his little brother?"

Lila's face lit up. "Oh yes, Jobe. He's also a footballer. Jude talks about him all the time, always bragging about his latest match or goal. It's sweet, actually."

Linda smiled warmly. "It's always a good sign when a man values his family."

"Just take things slow. There's no rush, alright?" her father added, giving her a stern look.

"I know, Daddy," Lila said, reaching out to squeeze her father's hand. "I'm being careful, I promise. But... I really do like him."

Anthony cleared his throat, a hint of discomfort in his voice. "Peanut, you know I trust your judgment, but... well, you haven't had much experience with... boys." He paused, searching for the right words. "You're like a precious flower, and I just want to make sure you're being careful."

Lila felt her cheeks burn, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Dad, please," she groaned, quickly placing her hands over her ears and starting to sing loudly, "La la la, I can't hear you!"

Her father couldn't help but laugh at her antics. Lila put her hands down, a sheepish grin on her face. "Can we please change the subject now?"

But Linda, ever the practical one, wasn't quite ready to let it go. "Sweetheart, we just want you to heed your father's advice about taking things slow. And remember, if you ever want to talk about... contraceptives, we can go see Dr. Morris together. She's an excellent gynecologist."

"Jesus Christ," Anthony muttered, giving his wife an incredulous look. "I'm trying to make her wait, not have her be prepared for it."

Linda raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Anthony, she's grown now. We have to be realistic. It's better she's prepared than not."

Anthony looked torn, clearly struggling with the idea of his little girl growing up. He relented with a sigh, agreeing with his wife's words but still looking uncomfortable.

Lila watched her father's face, remembering how hard he had taken it when she moved out last year. She knew how much he loved her, how he still saw her as his little girl despite her age. A warm smile spread across her face as an idea struck her.

"Hey, Daddy? Can we get ice cream after dinner? Just you and me?"

Anthony's face lit up at the suggestion. It was their thing - going to the local ice cream shop and taking walks around the neighborhood for their father-daughter chats. "I'd love that, Peanut," he said, his earlier discomfort melting away.

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Lila felt a wave of affection for her parents. Despite the embarrassing moments, she knew their concern came from a place of love. And as she thought about her upcoming date with Jude, she felt grateful for their guidance, even if she wasn't quite ready to admit it out loud.

The rest of the dinner passed more comfortably, with talk of the upcoming match at Wembley and Lila's excitement about seeing Jude play. But in the back of her mind, she was already looking forward to her ice cream walk with her dad, knowing that no matter how much things changed, some things would always stay the same.

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Lila arrived at Wembley Stadium, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The iconic venue loomed before her, its massive arch gleaming against the evening sky. Throngs of fans in team colors streamed towards the entrances, their voices a cacophony of anticipation.

A Wembley staff member escorted Lila through the crowd. She wore her personalized Real Madrid jersey beneath a pink anorak, a team scarf wrapped snugly around her neck to ward off the chill. The attendant led her to her seat, mere feet from the pitch.

Glancing around, Lila spotted a group of WAGs nearby. They were dressed in designer outfits and chatting animatedly, their laughter and conversation a backdrop to the escalating excitement of the stadium. Her eyes drifted upward to the suites, where she spotted a few more WAGs, sipping champagne and enjoying the view from their plush seats. Then, her gaze settled back in her section, quickly landing on a couple she instantly recognized - Jude's parents, Mark and Denise.

Denise wore a sweatpant and hoodie set under a beige trench coat. Lila couldn't help but notice how much prettier Jude's mum was in person; photos really didn't do her justice. Suddenly, their eyes met. Lila quickly looked away, embarrassed. She should have known they'd be here - it was a big night for their son, after all.

Nervously, Lila took her seat, trying to keep her distance and respect their boundaries. The thought of meeting Jude's parents made her stomach churn with anxiety. She fidgeted with her scarf, trying to calm her nerves.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Jude: "Mum saw you. Why are you sitting so far away?"

Lila typed back: "Did you want me to sit next to your parents?"

"Of course," came Jude's swift reply.

Lila's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. She typed: "I don't think that's a good idea…"

Jude countered: "I met Lewis…why not say 'hi' to my mum?" He added a puppy-eye emoji for good measure.

As Lila was about to reply, she heard someone call her name. Looking up, she saw Jobe waving frantically. Denise placed a hand on his shoulder, instantly calming him.

Lila waved back at Jobe, who beckoned her over. She mouthed "No," but Jobe persisted, mouthing back "Come on, please," his hands clasped in prayer and lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Groaning inwardly, Lila made her way over to them. Her heart raced and each step felt like a monumental effort, her legs suddenly heavy with anxiety.

As she approached, Denise's face lit up with a warm, welcoming smile. Lila was struck by how much it resembled Jude's - the same curve of the lips, the same crinkle around the eyes. That familiar smile instantly put her slightly at ease, a small comfort in this nerve-wracking moment.

"You must be Lila," Denise said warmly, extending her hand. Her voice carried a distinct Birmingham accent, but with a slight Jamaican lilt that added a musical quality to her words. "I'm Denise, Jude's mum. This is Mark, his dad, and of course, you've met Jobe."

Lila shook Denise's hand, surprised by the strength in her grip. "It's lovely to meet you too," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

Mark smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling at the corners just like Jude's. "We've heard so much about you from Jude. Glad you could make it tonight."

Jobe was practically vibrating with excitement. "Hi Lila! This is gonna be awesome!"

Denise laughed softly, placing a hand on Jobe's shoulder. "Calm down, love. Give Lila some space." She turned back to Lila, her eyes warm and inviting. "Why don't you sit with us? Jobe, make some room for Lila, please."

Jobe immediately scooted over, patting the seat next to him eagerly. Lila hesitated for a moment, still feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose…"

"Nonsense," Denise said firmly, but kindly. "Any friend of Jude's is welcome here. Come on, sit down. I'd love to get to know you better."

Lila carefully sat down, hyper-aware of her movements. She smoothed her anorak over her lap, stealing glances at Jude's family.

"So, Lila," Mark began, leaning forward slightly. "Jude mentioned you're quite the racing enthusiast. Is this your first football match?"

Lila nodded, grateful for the easy conversation starter. "Well, my first professional match in person. I've watched plenty on TV, but being here... it's something else entirely."

Mark had a twinkle in his eye. "Are you a big Real Madrid fan then?"

Lila hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "Actually, I'm more of an Arsenal fan."

Mark chuckled heartily. "A Gooner, eh? Well, we won't hold that against you. At least for tonight."

Denise nodded. "Oh, it's something else entirely for a Champions League match. You're in for a treat."

As they chatted, Lila found herself slowly relaxing. Denise asked her about her studies, her interests beyond racing, while Mark chimed in with funny anecdotes about Jude's early days in football.

"Jude was so excited when he told us you were coming," Denise said, a knowing look in her eyes. "It means a lot to him that you're here."

Lila soon found herself genuinely enjoying the company of Jude's family. Their easy manner and genuine interest in her helped ease her initial nervousness. By the time the teams emerged onto the pitch, Lila felt much more comfortable, realizing that meeting Jude's parents wasn't nearly as daunting as she'd feared.

The roar of the crowd swelled as the players appeared, and Lila felt a rush of excitement. She was here, at Wembley, sitting with Jude's family, about to watch him play in one of the biggest matches of his career. As she spotted Jude on the pitch, their eyes met for a brief moment. He flashed her that brilliant smile, and Lila felt her heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, Jude jogged over to where they were seated. He quickly embraced his parents and ruffled Jobe's hair before turning to Lila. Without hesitation, he leaned over the barrier separating the seats from the pitch and wrapped her in a warm hug.

"You made it," he said, his voice filled with genuine joy. "I'm so glad you're here."

Lila could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, acutely aware of Denise's watchful gaze. As Jude pulled back, he took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Wish me luck?" he asked with a playful wink.

"Good luck," Lila managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

With one last brilliant smile, Jude turned and jogged back to join his teammates. Lila glanced up, catching Denise's knowing look. She offered a bashful smile in return.

"Look!" Jobe's excited voice cut through the moment as he pointed up at the giant screen suspended above the pitch.

Lila's eyes widened as she saw herself on the screen. Beneath her image were the words "Lila Hamilton - Model/Fashion Designer, Jude Bellingham's Special Guest."

A wry smile tugged at Lila's lips as she considered the underlying implications of "special guest." She could already imagine the social media frenzy this would cause. Lewis would probably have a field day with this.

"Well," Mark chuckled, nudging Lila gently with his elbow, "looks like you're officially part of the Bellingham entourage now."

Lila laughed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. As the teams lined up for the start of the match, she couldn't help but feel that this night would be even more memorable than she had anticipated. Her eyes found Jude on the pitch again, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest.

Special guest indeed.

The famous 'Yellow Wall' of Borussia Dortmund fans filled the air with their relentless, deafening chants, creating a sea of black and yellow that contrasted sharply with the wall of white on the Real Madrid side.

The first half was dominated by Dortmund, much to Lila's surprise. She watched, heart in her throat, as Jude and his teammates defended desperately against a barrage of Dortmund attacks.

"They're really putting us under pressure," Mark muttered, his brow furrowed with concern.

Denise nodded, her eyes never leaving the pitch. "Come on, Jude," she whispered.

Lila found herself gripping the edge of her seat as Dortmund missed chance after chance. Julian Brandt's skewed shot, Niclas Füllkrug's near misses, and Karim Adeyemi's failed one-on-ones had the Dortmund fans jumping in unison, shaking Wembley's foundations.

As the first half ended, Lila turned to Jude's family, seeing her own concern mirrored in their faces. "They'll turn it around in the second half, right?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Jobe nodded vigorously. "Of course they will. It's Real Madrid!"

The second half started with signs of life from Real Madrid. Lila cheered as Toni Kroos' free-kick forced a stunning save from Gregor Kobel. But Dortmund continued to dominate, and the tension in the stadium was palpable.

Then, in the 78th minute, everything changed. Dani Carvajal's header found the back of the net, and Wembley erupted. Lila found herself on her feet, cheering along with Jude's family and the sea of white-clad fans.

"What a goal!" Jobe shouted, jumping up and down.

Just minutes later, Jude intercepted a misplaced pass from Ian Maatsen and found Vinícius Júnior, who chipped the ball over Kobel for Real Madrid's second goal. The stadium exploded once again, and Lila felt tears of joy prick her eyes.

As the final whistle blew, confirming Real Madrid as champions with a 2-0 victory, Lila watched as Jude embraced his teammates, his face alight with joy and triumph.

"He did it," Lila whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Mark put a hand on her shoulder. "He sure did. And having you here means so much, Lila."

As they waited for the trophy presentation, the air filled with chants of "Campeones, campeones olé, olé, olé" from the Real Madrid supporters. The confetti rained down on the pitch, turning Wembley into a sea of white and gold, Lila watched from the sidelines as Jude's family rushed to embrace him. Denise wrapped her arms around her son, tears streaming down her face as she kissed his cheek. Mark enveloped them both in a bear hug, his pride evident in every line of his face. Jobe, practically bouncing with excitement, joined the family huddle.

Jude's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of joy and disbelief on his face as he celebrated with his teammates. They jumped and shouted, the Champions League trophy glinting nearby, a testament to their hard-fought victory.

Lila stood a bit apart, her heart swelling with pride as she watched Jude in his moment of triumph. She didn't want to intrude on the family moment, content to observe from afar. But Jude had other ideas.

His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her. With a grin that could light up the entire stadium, he jogged over to where she stood. Before Lila could react, Jude had scooped her up in his arms, lifting her feet clear off the ground as he spun her around.

Lila laughed, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as the world blurred around them. She was vaguely aware of camera flashes going off, capturing the moment for posterity.

As Jude set her back down, Lila had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes, a reminder of their height difference. His arm remained draped across her shoulders, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"We did it, Li," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Can you believe it?"

Lila beamed up at him, her eyes shining. "You were amazing out there. I knew you could do it."

Jude's grin widened. "Having you here… it means everything, you know that?"

They stood there, surrounded by the celebration, confetti still drifting down around them, and Lila felt as if they were in their own little bubble. The noise of the crowd faded into the background as Jude recounted moments from the match, his excitement palpable.

"That assist for Vini's goal… I saw the opportunity and just knew, you know?" Jude's face was animated as he spoke, reliving the moment.

Lila nodded, soaking in every word, every expression. She was captivated by his passion, his joy, his sheer presence. "Yeah, you did so good."

Jude's eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his arm tightening slightly around her shoulders. He began to lean in, his intention clear.

Lila's eyes widened, suddenly very aware of their surroundings. "Jude, your parents are literally right there," she whispered, her cheeks flushing.

A mischievous grin spread across Jude's face as he shifted his body, effectively blocking Lila's view of his family. "They can't see us now, can they?" he said cheekily.

Before Lila could protest further, Jude closed the distance between them. His lips met hers in a soft, sweet kiss that made Lila's heart race. It was brief but filled with emotion - joy, triumph, and something deeper that made Lila's toes curl in her shoes.

As they parted, Lila felt slightly dizzy, and not just from the spinning earlier. Jude's eyes were bright with happiness and a hint of desire that made her breath catch.

"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice low and just for her.

Lila nodded, a shy smile spreading across her face. "More than okay," she admitted. Holy-fuckin'-shit....

Jude's grin widened, and he pulled her closer, seemingly unconcerned about the cameras or onlookers. His eyes locked with hers, full of warmth and a hint of mischief. Without hesitation, he leaned in once more.

"You know what?" Jude said, his voice low and husky. "Fuck it. I just won the Champions League."

With that, he pulled her into another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he pressed his lips firmly against hers. Lila found herself melting into his embrace, her hands gripping the front of his jersey.

As they kissed, the crowd around them erupted into a mix of cheers, whistles, and good-natured teasing. Jude's teammates let out a chorus of hoots and hollers.

"Get in there, Jude!" Vinícius shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

"Save it for the after-party, lovebirds!" Carvajal chimed in, grinning widely.

Even the fans got in on the action, a chant of "Jude and Lila, sitting in a tree..." starting up in one corner of the stadium.

They finally broke apart and Lila ducked her head shyly, burying her face in Jude's chest as she became acutely aware of the attention they'd drawn. Jude, on the other hand, seemed to revel in it, grinning broadly at his teammates and the crowd.

Lila chanced a glance at Jude's parents. Denise and Mark were shaking their heads in mock disbelief, but their smiles betrayed their amusement. Jobe was pretending to gag, though he couldn't quite hide his grin. Her eyes were drawn once again to the giant screen above the pitch. There they were, larger than life - her and Jude, locked in their passionate embrace. The caption below read, "Bellingham wins on and off the pitch!"

A groan escaped Lila's lips as she realized the implications. "Oh God," she muttered, looking up at Jude with wide eyes. "Lewis is going to have a proper conniption fit when he sees this."

Jude chuckled, pulling her closer. "Let him," he said, his voice filled with a mix of joy and defiance. "I just won the Champions League, and I got the girl. I'd say it's been a pretty perfect night, wouldn't you?"

Despite her embarrassment, Lila couldn't help but smile. As she looked around at the celebrating crowd, Jude's beaming teammates, and finally back at Jude himself, she had to admit - it really had been a perfect night.

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Jude woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, blinking and squinting as he slowly came to consciousness. He stretched a bit, feeling the familiar ache in his neck from sleeping in an awkward angle on the couch. As he moved, he became aware of the comforting weight on his chest. Glancing down, he saw Lila nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Gently rubbing the sore spot on his neck, Jude smiled softly and caressed Lila’s cheek, causing her to cuddle further into his hand. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind—how his team won the Champions League, the euphoria of victory, and the wild celebration at XOYO Club. He recalled dancing with Lila all night, doing shots, and then heading to her flat to wind down with Disney+ until sleep claimed them both. Surprisingly, he wasn’t hungover.

Lila stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as she glanced up at Jude. "Morning," she murmured with a sleepy smile.

"Morning, beautiful," Jude replied, his voice soft. Then, Jude leaned in for a kiss, his smile widening when their lips met.

"Can I have another?" he asked cheekily once they parted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lila giggled, giving in to his request. The kiss deepened with each request, starting soft and growing more intense. Jude’s hand moved to cup her cheek, then slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. When Lila moaned softly, a growl rumbled from Jude’s chest, and he kissed her with more passion.

He pulled her up until she straddled his lap, their kisses fierce and consuming. Jude trailed kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at any exposed skin he could reach. His arousal grew, and he felt himself hardening in his jeans. Lila giggled at the friction, joking, "Well, good morning to you too, Little Jude."

Jude smirked, replying, "There’s nothing little there, babes." Lila snorted a laugh, but it quickly dissolved into a moan when he licked the column of her throat. Jude’s hands moved tentatively, cupping her breasts, feeling her curves.

He paused his kisses to look up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. "You’re gorgeous," he said softly.

Lila smiled, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "You’re not bad yourself," she replied, her voice breathy.

Jude’s heart was pounding, adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins. He felt an inkling of self-control amidst the overwhelming desire. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Great," Lila answered, her eyes searching his.

"Is it okay to keep kissing you like this?" he asked, his tone sincere.

Lila’s curiosity was piqued, but she nodded. "Yes, it’s okay," she said softly, wondering why he felt the need to ask.

Jude’s gaze was intense, filled with a mix of restraint and longing. "I just… want to make sure you’re comfortable," he murmured.

Lila’s heart melted at his consideration. "I am, Jude," she reassured him, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Is it okay if I touch you like this?" Jude asked, his hands cupping her breasts for emphasis. He watched her closely, gauging her reaction. When she nodded, he let his other hand cup the other breast, giving a gentle squeeze that caused Lila’s breath to hitch.

His eyes never wavered from hers as he felt the weight of her breasts in his grasp. Jude was very much a breast man, and the feeling of Lila’s in his hands was intoxicating. They weren’t obnoxiously big, barely a handful, but they were more than enough for him. The sounds she made only heightened his arousal, and he almost lost control right then and there.

"You feel perfect in my hands," he murmured, placing a tender kiss on her chin. He continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he caressed and squeezed her breasts, his voice low and soothing.

Jude’s mind wandered to the countless times he had fantasized about holding her like this, touching her like this. It was so much better than he had ever imagined. He couldn’t believe his luck when she agreed to their first date. He felt like he had won the lottery when she showed up at the Champions League match, and now he was on cloud ten thousand as he kissed and touched her. She fit so perfectly against him, smelled divine, and no moment could ever top this—not even winning last night. Well, maybe that could…

Lila’s head was drawn back as she let out little mewls of satisfaction, slowly beginning to grind her hips against his aching erection. "It feels so tingly. Is it supposed to be tingly?"

Confused, Jude furrowed his brow. "What’s tingly, babe? Is it your pussy?"

"I don’t know," she said, increasing her grinding pace.

"Does it feel good, then?" he asked.

"Yesss," she hissed, then moaned. "Feels so good, like I’m floating."

"Yeah? Keep doing that then, baby. Make yourself feel good," he crooned, moving his hands onto her hips to guide her as she dry-humped him.

Lila’s moans grew louder as Jude whispered praise to her. "You’re doing so good, Lila. You feel amazing." He could feel her body tensing, her movements becoming more urgent as she chased her climax.

Jude kissed her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips. He could hear the change in her breathing, the little gasps and whimpers that signaled her impending orgasm. Her body trembled, and she let out a small whimper as she came, her hips grinding down hard against him.

Jude smiled brightly as Lila came down from her high, her eyes glossy and her skin flushed. "That was fun, huh?"

Lila nodded. "That was amazing."

"First time?" Jude asked, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks as she nodded.

"Was it so obvious?"

"A bit," Jude chuckled, sharing a small laugh with her. "First time ever or…?"

"I do it with my fingers sometimes, but with a guy…erm, yes."

Suddenly, a vision of Lila pleasing herself with her fingers appeared in his mind, and he wanted nothing more than to see it in reality. "I’m happy to make you feel good."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Does it always feel like that? Like floating?"

Jude pursed his lips. "Not at first…but if we…um…do it, I’ll be gentle. That helps a lot. It’s also better to begin with an easy position too. Nothing too crazy."

"So no doggy the first time? Noted," Lila responded, causing Jude to stare at her agape.

"Little Lila Hamilton is a freak. Wow, was not expecting that."

She swatted playfully at his chest. "I’ve watched porn before; I’m not stupid."

At this, Jude’s eyes twinkled with wicked delight and piqued interest. "What kind of porn?"

"Oh my god, you’re such a tool!" she teased, getting up from his lap.

Jude grinned, watching her as she stood. "Where are you going?" he asked, already missing her warmth.

"To brush my teeth," Lila replied over her shoulder, heading towards the bathroom. "Morning breath isn't exactly romantic."

Jude chuckled and got up to follow her. He leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching as Lila squeezed toothpaste onto her brush.

"You know, you don't have to follow me everywhere," she said, her words slightly muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth.

"I know," Jude shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips. "But I like looking at you."

Lila rolled her eyes playfully, but Jude could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks as she continued brushing.

As he stood there, watching Lila go about her morning routine, Jude's mind wandered to the day ahead. He had a plane to catch later that evening, heading to Madrid with his mum for the Spanish celebrations of their Champions League win. It was exciting, of course - another chance to revel in their victory with the fans back home.

But as he watched Lila, a part of him wished he could just stay here. The thought of leaving, even for a short time, suddenly felt more difficult than he'd anticipated. He wanted more mornings like this - lazy, comfortable, just the two of them.

"What are you thinking about?" Lila asked after she'd rinsed her mouth, catching his thoughtful expression in the mirror.

Jude's smile was a mix of affection and slight regret. "Just thinking about how I have to leave for Madrid tonight," he said, moving closer to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "Part of me wishes I could just stay here with you instead."

He rested his chin on her shoulder, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "Think we could fit in a proper date before I have to go?"

Lila spat out her toothpaste and turned to give Jude a playful look. "A third date? Why aren't we keen?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jude shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm intentional, what can I say?" He pulled her closer, his hands resting comfortably on her waist. "When I see something I like, I don't waste time."

Lila raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh? And what exactly do you like, Mr. Bellingham?"

"Well," Jude began, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, "there's this girl I know. She's smart, funny, beautiful... and she looks incredibly cute with toothpaste on her chin."

Lila's eyes widened, and she quickly wiped at her chin, laughing as she did so. "You're ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

"Ridiculously into you," Jude countered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "So, what do you say? Fancy a date before I have to jet off to Madrid?"

Lila pretended to consider for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I suppose I could pencil you in," she said, echoing her words from their first date. "Any ideas on what this third date might entail?"

Jude's eyes lit up with excitement. "Leave that to me."

A knock sounded at the door, followed by Lewis's voice. "Lila? You in there?"

Lila stepped out of Jude's embrace and headed to greet her brother. "Lewis! What are you doing here? You can't just use the emergency key whenever you feel like it!"

Lewis, ignoring her complaint, got straight to the point. "Why do I have to see on Twitter and Instagram my little baby sister swapping spit with some footballer? I thought we agreed no boys?"

"Lewis, easy on the 'little' and 'baby', okay? And no, you said no boys," she defiantly crossed her arms over her chest.

"And then Dad talking about having him over for dinner? What the fuck is going-" Lewis's words were cut short as Jude emerged from the bathroom. His eyes bulged. "What the hell is he doing here, Lila?"

Lewis then glanced around the small living room space, taking in the pair of men's trainers near the couch and the disheveled pillows and blankets. "Did he, did he sleep over? Lila, please don't tell me that he slept over..." Lewis began trying to calm himself down.

"Mate, respectfully, I don't think it's any of your business," Jude piped up, earning a warning glare from Lila.

This only angered Lewis more. "Oh, so you have a death wish, huh? What the fuck do you think you're doing with my baby sister?!"

Jude's eyebrows furrowed. "You need to chill out, seriously. Me and Lila are going out. I'm all for the protective big brother thing but now it's getting out of hand."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" asked Lewis through gritted teeth as he took a step forward towards Jude.

"I'm her man," Jude said, not cowering down. Lewis's eyebrows perked up darkly in challenge.

Lila stepped between the two men. "Okay, okay, let's calm down, yeah?" Then she looked at her brother. "Lewis, you need to stop using your key if it's not for emergencies. And why didn't you send a text? You can't just show up at my flat unannounced."

"Well excuse me for trying to check up on my sister. Make sure you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere," Lewis explained. "You haven't talked to me since Monaco, Peanut. What's going on?"

"Sorry for that, Lewis, but I wanted to see Mum and Dad then hung out with Jude. But still, a head's up would be nice once in a while."

"Okay..." Lewis trailed nonchalantly. "Head's up, I'm taking you to brunch. Get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." He said, then began scrolling on his iPhone and heading back to the front door.

"Uh...no...I have plans today with Jude," she said. Lewis turned around to stare at her, then at Jude who had a smug grin on his face.

"Cancel them," Lewis uttered.

"What?! No! Jude's leaving tonight, Lewis. I'm not going to cancel on him." Lila exhaled a shaky breath. "Okay, so you're being irrational."

"I'm not," Lewis piped, and Lila gave him an exasperated look.

"You are, and I don't have time for it, not right now. I'll text you later about plans for Canada, but I'm hanging out with Jude today."

"But brunch-"

"Lewis, please! I'm ten seconds away from kicking you out! I'll phone you later and we can get dinner but right now, please, I'm trying to spend some time with Jude."

"Yeah, with me," Jude boasted, earning him glares from both of them. "Sorry."

Lewis averted his gaze back onto his sister. "Okay, fine. Let me know when you'd like to get dinner."

"I will."

"I love you, Peanut," he said, enveloping her in a tight brotherly hug.

"Love you too," Lila said to her brother.

"Jude," Lewis chipped in a farewell.

"Sir," Jude said with a modicum of jest, and Lewis could not stop the corners of his mouth from lifting slightly.

With a nod, Lewis exited Lila's flat. As soon as the door closed, Jude let out a low whistle and said with a grin, "Well, that was intense. I think I just survived my first Hamilton family interrogation. Do I get a medal or something?"

Lila playfully punched him in the arm. "Oh, shut up. That's not funny."

"Come on, it's a little funny," Jude chuckled, rubbing his arm in mock pain. "Your brother looked like he was about to challenge me to a duel or something."

Lila rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You're impossible. And you didn't help matters by antagonizing him, you know."

Jude pulled her close, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, couldn't resist. But hey, at least now he knows I'm not easily intimidated. That's got to count for something, right?"

Lila shook her head but nestled into his embrace. "You're lucky you're cute, Bellingham. Now, about that date you promised me..."

"Mmmm," Jude groaned as he planted kisses on her mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (2/6)

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, sort of slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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Delilah Hamilton had always known the pros and cons of being Lewis Hamilton’s younger sister. One of the biggest cons was the difficulty of having true friends. Women often befriended her with ulterior motives, hoping to get close to her brother. When it came to dating, the issue was even worse — most men seemed interested only because of who her brother was. However, Lewis had never made her feel like she was only his little sister. He invested a lot in her fashion line. Still, Delilah was the one who met with other designers to do internships, researched their target audience, and spent months designing and choosing fabrics. Petite Soeur wasn't a lot, but it was hers, and the small label with its cute cottagecore dresses and frilly garments meant everything to her.

This morning, as she stepped off the taxi boat, Lewis firmly held her hand. He helped her onto the dock, where they joined the throng of people heading towards the circuit for the Monaco Grand Prix. The sun shone brightly, reflecting off the azure waters and casting a dazzling glow. Fans lined the walkway, their cellphones out, snapping pictures and calling for autographs.

As they walked, Delilah couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Jude. She was excited about their date tonight but also nervous. Jude was a big name in his sport, just like her brother, and dating someone so high-profile came with its own set of challenges. She had reservations about trying to date, especially with her brother still angry about what happened yesterday. She inwardly rolled her eyes at the thought of Lewis's overprotectiveness. He didn't heed her advice regarding the various gold-digging women that surrounded him, so she wasn't going to take his advice about Jude.

"Everything alright, Lila?" Lewis asked, noticing her distracted expression.

"Yeah, just thinking about the label," she lied, offering him a small smile. "I’ve got a new collection coming out soon, and there’s still so much to do."

Lewis squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You’re doing great, sis. Petite Soeur is going to be huge, I know it."

She smiled, appreciating his support despite his overbearing nature. Delilah took a deep breath as they reached the garage, feeling the familiar buzz of the race atmosphere. Mechanics were busy with last-minute adjustments, and the smell of gasoline and rubber was thick in the air. The roar of engines revving up echoed through the space, adding to the sense of excitement.

"Ready for another day of racing?" Lewis asked, looking down at her with a grin.

"Always," she replied, her eyes scanning the area for a glimpse of Jude. He was a guest of the Alpine team for the weekend, and she spotted him talking with some team members. Their eyes met briefly, and a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness coursed through her. Tonight was going to be interesting, to say the least.

Some fans clamored for Lewis's attention, and he stopped momentarily to sign autographs and pose for pictures, always maintaining his friendly demeanor. Delilah watched him interact with his admirers, marveling at his ability to balance fame and genuine kindness. Despite his protectiveness, she knew he only wanted the best for her.

But tonight, she was going to take a step for herself. Dating Jude might be a risk, but it was one she was willing to take. Lewis's warnings would not deter her. She had dreams and aspirations of her own, and she was determined to pursue them on her terms.

Once the fans was gone, Lewis looked at her with a mix of concern and brotherly protectiveness. "Listen, about Jude... I’m not too sure you should be dating."

Here we fucking go. Delilah scoffed, her patience wearing thin. "I don't interfere with you and your random Instagram hoes, so don't interfere with me."

Lewis's jaw dropped. "Lila, watch your mouth."

"Why should I? You don’t watch yours," she countered. Like ever.

"Delilah Marie, I'm grown, okay? I'm your big brother. I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but you're changing."

"I'm changing?" she laughed sardonically. "Fuck you, Lewis. You can't tell me what to do anymore. I'm grown too." Her words made him smirk slightly. "Oh, you think this is funny?"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "The only thing that's funny is how you're proving to me that you're far from being grown."

"I am though... I pay for my flat, my bills, everything! Why don't you trust me, Lewis, huh? Why are you always cockblocking and being mean?"

"Not cockblocking. Seriously, Peanut?" He chuckled, then drew in a big sigh. "I have to protect you, Lila. As a big brother, I have to make sure that you're safe and have everything you need. And let me give you the honest truth, alright? These boys out here aren't thinking about what's in your best interest; they're just trying to get their dick wet."

"Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," she said, defiantly. "I'm not stupid, Lewis... nor am I as innocent as you may think."

Anger washed over her brother's features, his usually calm face contorting into a mask of fury. He angled his head, eyebrows furrowed deeply as her words settled in. "W-what did you just say, Delilah?" he said, his voice trembling with emotion.

Even though that was a lie — she barely had any experience with boys and was as pure as the Virgin Mary — it wasn't the point. She did it for shock value, and sure enough, like any protective brother, Lewis reacted whenever there were conversations about her purity.

"You heard me," she said confidently.

"I believe I did, but surely you didn't just say what I think you just said. Am I losing it? It has to be my hearing, right? Because I know for damn sure you didn't just imply—"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," she said with a wry smile. "I suppose we'll never truly know." She turned on her heel to leave, leaving her brother stunned and at a loss for words.

As she walked away, she felt mixed emotions - fear, relief, and a newfound sense of freedom. She knew that her brother would be pissed for the rest of the day, and she didn't need none of that bullshit today. Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton had another thing coming if he thought he could control her life and dictate her choices.

Jude stood in the paddock, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix. He looked good — damn good with his freshly trimmed fade and designer ware. He was surrounded by some of his and Trent's mates, who flew in late last night, the entire gang barely containing their excitement about being in Monaco; it was undoubtedly going to be a weekend to remember. However, his mind kept drifting to his date with Lila tonight. Their conversations on Instagram had been lighthearted and flirtatious, filled with shared interests and jokes that had only fueled his anticipation.

As a footballer, he was used to being in the spotlight, but this was a different kind of thrill. Being a guest of the Alpine team for the weekend was a new experience, and he loved every second of it. He spotted Lila navigating through the crowd, but something about her posture caught his eye — she seemed tense, her usual confident demeanor slightly off. Jude couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. He called her name, his voice managing to rise above the din of the paddock.

"Lila!"

She looked up, her face lighting up momentarily before that earlier tension crept back in. She walked towards him, her steps hesitant, and he could see the shadows in her eyes.

"Hey," she greeted him with a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

"Hey yourself," Jude replied, his brow furrowing with concern. "Everything alright? You look a bit… off."

Lila shrugged, attempting to brush it off. "It's nothing, really. Just some family stuff."

Jude wasn't convinced, reaching out to touch her arm, and instantaneously feeling an electric shock rush through his veins. "Doesn’t look like nothing to me. Want to talk about it?"

She sighed, her gaze flickering back to where Lewis was in the Mercedes garage. "Just the usual overprotective brother nonsense. I'll be fine."

He nodded, understanding but still concerned, as his hand dropped back to his side. "Alright, if you say so. But you know I'm here if you need to vent or anything."

"Thanks, Jude," she said softly, her smile more genuine this time. "I'll see you later tonight, okay?"

"You're leaving the paddock?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Don't go, don't go...

"Yeah, I think I'll watch the race from somewhere else today," she replied, her eyes avoiding his.

Jude's concern deepened. He knew the dynamic with her brother could be intense, but this seemed to have really upset her. "Alright. Just… take care, yeah? And I'll see you tonight."

"Definitely," Lila said, giving him a quick hug before walking away.

Jude watched her retreating figure, his mind a whirl of thoughts. He was excited about their date, but Lila’s troubled demeanor gnawed at him.

Jude watched Lila’s retreating figure, his mind awhirl with thoughts. He was excited about their date, but Lila’s troubled demeanor gnawed at him. Shaking off his worries, he turned his attention back to the day's events, determined to make the most of his time at the Grand Prix. As he tried to refocus, Marcell, Trent's younger brother, sauntered up to him, a curious look on his face.

"Hey Jude, you good?" Marcell asked, glancing over his shoulder. "Who was the baddie you were chatting with?"

Jude rolled his eyes at Marcell's typical bluntness. "None of your concern, Marcell."

Before Marcell could press further, Noah, one of Jude's close friends, chimed in, a knowing smile on his face. "That looked like Lewis’ little sister, Lila."

Marcell’s eyes widened in recognition, and he let out a low whistle. "Oh, really? I heard about her. Didn't know she was in town. She’s quite the catch, isn’t she?"

Jude’s jaw tightened, but Noah kept going. "Yeah, Jude's got a bit of a crush on her. Been talking to her on Insta."

Marcell seized the moment to joke, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Well, she may not be on the market for long. Might have to make a move myself."

Jude’s face darkened, anger flashing in his eyes. His nostrils flared, and his fists clenched at his sides.

Jobe, quickly stepped in, sensing the tension. "Oi, that’s my future sister-in-law you’re talking about. Leave her alone."

"So it's like that?" Marcell continued to jib, enjoying the reaction.

"Been like that, mate," Jude replied angrily, puffing up his chest, ready to defend Lila’s honor.

The air grew thick with animosity, the usual camaraderie between the guys momentarily replaced by tense bravado. Trent, sensing the rising tension, stepped in. "Boys, boys, let's calm it down, yeah? Plenty of fish in the sea here."

Trent turned to his brother. "Marcell, leave it alone. Find another girl to bother." Then he looked at Jude. "Jude, relax, okay? Marcell’s just being a dick, but if you want to carry on with this ridiculous beef, I’ll have to step in. Mate or not."

"Understood," Jude replied through gritted teeth, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

Trent shot both of them a stern look, then a smile. "So… are we gonna keep fucking around, or are we gonna enjoy Monaco?"

There were several mutters around the group about how lame or corny Trent sounded, but they all agreed nonetheless and went about to enjoy the rest of the day.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity. Jude and his friends mingled with other guests, met some of the drivers, and took in the sights and sounds of the bustling paddock. They explored the various team garages, watching as mechanics made final adjustments to the cars. The scent of gasoline and rubber was ever-present, mingling with the salty breeze from the Mediterranean.

Lila sat at the vanity in her designated room at Lewis's Monaco penthouse, her fingers trembling slightly as she applied her makeup. Her phone buzzed incessantly on the dresser, Lewis's name flashing on the screen with each missed call and unread text. She ignored it, focusing instead on perfecting her smoky eye look.

With her makeup done, she moved on to her hair, deciding on loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders. As she worked the curling iron through her dark locks, she couldn't help but replay the earlier argument with Lewis in her mind. His overprotectiveness, while well-intentioned, often felt suffocating.

Shaking off the thoughts, Lila slipped into a simple black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was just putting on her heels when a knock came at the door.

"Peanut, are you going to talk to me?" Lewis's voice came through, his eyes pleading as she opened the door.

Lila paused, studying her brother's face. She noted the similarities between them and their other brother, Nicolas - especially their eyes and the hard-to-say-no puppy dog look they all seemed to have perfected.

"I will, later," she said, attempting to push past him.

Lewis blocked her exit, but before he could say more, Miles appeared in the doorway, scanning Lila from top to bottom.

"Fuck no, change the fit, little sis," Miles said, shaking his head. "Who are you going to see looking like that?"

"A friend, my goodness!" Lila exclaimed, exasperated. "Can I go now? You're making me late."

"Sure," Lewis shrugged, finally allowing her to leave. "Don't stay out too late, okay? And send me updates-"

His words trailed off as Lila made her way down the hall and onto the elevator, muttering her disdain for her brother's overprotective ways. Leaning against the mirrored wall, Lila let out a long sigh as the elevator descended. The elevator dinged, signaling her arrival at the lobby. Lila took a deep breath, straightening her posture and smoothing down her dress.

As she stepped into the lobby, her eyes immediately found him. Earlier at the paddock, she had been too preoccupied with her own thoughts to truly take him in. Now, though, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked.

Jude stood there in dark jeans that fit him perfectly, a crisp white button-down shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, and a navy blazer that completed the smart casual look. But what really caught Lila's attention was his hair. She hadn't noticed his fresh cut earlier, but now she could see how sharp his shape-up was, a testament to his regular barbershop visits, and his curls, which looked absolutely scrumptious atop his head.

Lila couldn't help but think that Jude looked extra fine tonight. His outfit was A1, and combined with his fresh cut, he was a sight to behold. The bouquet of roses in his hands only added to his appeal.

"Hi Lila," Jude said, his voice a little shaky. "You look absolutely beautiful."

Lila felt a warmth creep up on her cheeks, suddenly very aware of how attractive Jude was, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "Thank you, Jude," she replied softly, her eyes drawn to the roses. "Are those… for me?"

Jude nodded, extending the bouquet towards her. "Of course," he said with a shy smile. "I hope you like them."

Lila took the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. "They're lovely," she said, genuinely touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Jude. You didn't have to do all this."

"I wanted to," Jude replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

Lila hesitated for just a moment before linking her arm with his. Despite her earlier troubles with her brother, she had a feeling this night with Jude was going to be something special.

A sleek black car awaited them outside and Jude opened the door for Lila, his gentlemanly gesture not going unnoticed. She slid into the leather seat, the scent of roses from her bouquet filling the car as Jude joined her.

During the ride, Lila found herself stealing glances at Jude. The city lights of Monaco flickered across his face, highlighting his strong jawline and those irresistible curls. She felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with attraction.

The car pulled up to a discreet entrance of what appeared to be an upscale restaurant. As they stepped out, Lila immediately appreciated the lack of paparazzi or prying eyes. Privacy was something she valued greatly, especially given her brother's high profile in the racing world.

Inside, the restaurant exuded an intimate atmosphere. Soft lighting, well-spaced tables, and hushed conversations created a cocoon of privacy that made Lila relax visibly. Their table, tucked away in a corner with a stunning view of the Monaco harbor, felt like their own little world.

When they settled in, Lila couldn't help but comment, "This place is perfect, Jude. I love how private it is."

Jude smiled, looking pleased. "I'm glad you like it. I know you value your privacy, so I wanted to find somewhere we could just be ourselves."

Their waiter arrived with menus, and Jude whispered conspiratorially, "I heard their sea bass is to die for."

Lila raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how would you know that I love sea bass?"

"Hey now," Jude laughed, holding up his hands. "Can't a guy do his research?"

Lila found herself leaning closer. "So, tell me, what else have you researched about me?"

Jude's eyes sparkled. "Well, I know you've got a wicked sense of humor and a smile that could stop traffic."

"Careful," Lila warned playfully. "My brother might hear you talking like that."

"Worth the risk," Jude winked, causing Lila's heart to flutter.

The conversation flowed easily, touching on their shared love of fashion, their families (though Lila carefully avoided mentioning her earlier spat with her brother), and their dreams for the future.

When their food arrived - a delicate sea bass for Lila and a perfectly cooked steak for Jude - Lila was surprised to find herself laughing at one of Jude's jokes. It had been a while since she'd felt this at ease with someone outside her family.

As they savored the exquisite food, Lila found herself truly enjoying Jude's company. He was attentive without being overbearing, funny without trying too hard, and genuinely interested in what she had to say. Lila found herself smiling more than she had in ages, and she couldn't help but notice how Jude's hand would occasionally brush against hers.

"You know," Lila said, twirling her fork, "I'm starting to think you might actually be cooler than your Instagram suggests."

Jude gasped in mock offense. "Are you saying my selfie game isn't on point?"

"Oh, it's on point," Lila grinned. "But the real thing? Much better."

As dessert arrived, Jude leaned in close. "So, Miss Hamilton, have I earned a second date yet?"

Lila pretended to consider, tapping her chin. "Hmm, I don't know. Might need to consult my very busy schedule."

"Oh come on," Jude pleaded, giving her those irresistible puppy dog eyes.

She bit her lip, trying to contain her smile. "Well, when you put it that way... I suppose I could pencil you in."

"Pencil me in, huh? You're busy like that?" Jude asked.

"A bit, yes," Lila responded.

Jude's face took on a contemplative look, his eyes glancing upward as he nodded slowly. Lila felt a twinge of worry watching his expression, until finally he asked, "What are your plans next Saturday?"

"I'll be home," she replied.

"Home home? Or here?" Jude wondered.

"Home, in London," she clarified.

"Great, you should come to Wembley," Jude suggested, a smile spreading across his face.

"Wembley? For what?" Lila asked, curiosity piqued.

"The UEFA Champions League," Jude stated proudly. "Our second date."

"The UEFA Champions League?" Lila's eyes widened in surprise. "That's quite the second date you're proposing."

Jude grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Go big or go home, right? Plus, I figured you might enjoy a change of pace from the racing scene."

Lila couldn't help but be intrigued. "And who exactly is playing in this match?"

"Real Madrid versus Borussia Dortmund," Jude replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's going to be an epic game."

"Wait a minute," Lila said, realization dawning. "You play for Real Madrid. Is this your subtle way of inviting me to watch you play?"

Jude's grin widened. "Caught me. What do you say? Want to see me in action?"

Lila pretended to consider for a moment, enjoying the way Jude's eyes followed her every move. "I don't know… I'm more of an Arsenal girl myself. Might need some convincing."

"Oh, come on," Jude pleaded playfully. "I'll even throw in a personalized jersey with your name on it."

Lila laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse. Do you always use your football stardom to woo girls?"

Jude's expression softened, his eyes meeting hers. "Only the ones who are worth it."

"Alright then, footballer," she said softly. "You've got yourself a date. But fair warning - I might just steal the show in that personalized jersey."

Jude's eyes sparkled with delight. "I'm counting on it."

A second date at Wembley, watching Jude play in the Champions League - it was certainly not what she had expected when she agreed to dinner, but as she looked at Jude's warm smile and felt the easy chemistry between them, she found herself looking forward to it more than she cared to admit.

As the evening drew to a close, Jude insisted on escorting Lila back to her brother's apartment building. The ride was filled with comfortable silence and stolen glances, both still buzzing from their dinner conversation and the promise of a second date.

When they arrived, Jude stepped out first, offering his hand to help Lila from the car. They walked slowly to the entrance, neither quite ready for the night to end.

At the door, Lila turned to face Jude, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for tonight, Jude. I had a wonderful time."

Jude's eyes sparkled in the dim light of the building's entrance. "The pleasure was all mine, Lila."

There was a moment of charged silence, both of them aware of the growing tension. Then, slowly, Jude leaned in. Lila's heart raced as she met him halfway, their lips meeting in a gentle, sweet kiss.

Jude's hand had found its way to her waist, and he gave it a gentle squeeze as his lips melded over hers. She had to step on her tippy toes to fully immerse herself in the kiss, enjoying how he playfully nipped her bottom lip. It was brief but perfect, leaving Lila slightly breathless and off-kilter as they parted.

"Goodnight, Lila," he said softly. "I'll see you at Wembley."

Lila nodded, her cheeks warming at his words. "Goodnight, Jude."

As she watched him walk back to the car, Lila touched her lips, still tingling from the kiss. Yeah...she was already crushing hard on Jude. And from that kiss alone, she was practically head over heels.

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hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (1/6)

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, sort of slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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Jude Bellingham's heart raced as he weaved through the bustling paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix. The air thrummed with anticipation, a heady mix of high-octane fuel and expensive perfume. Everywhere he looked, there was a dizzying array of sleek cars, gleaming equipment, and faces he'd only ever seen on television.

"This is mental," Jude muttered, running a hand through his dark curls. At twenty, he was used to the roar of football stadiums, but this was something else entirely.

His younger brother, Jobe, all gangly limbs and boundless energy, bounced on his toes beside him. "This is wild! Is that the Alpine garage?!" he exclaimed, pointing to a sea of blue and white.

Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jude's best friend, grinned. "Yeah, and that's where we're headed."

As they approached, a tall woman in Alpine team gear greeted them with a warm smile. "Mr. Bellingham, Mr. Alexander-Arnold, welcome to Alpine. We're thrilled to have you as our guests today."

Jude nodded, trying to appear nonchalant despite his excitement. "Thanks for having us. It's incredible to be here."

The woman led them into the garage, where mechanics swarmed around two gleaming race cars. The air was thick with the scent of rubber and metal, punctuated by the staccato rhythm of power tools.

Jobe's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Holy shit! Can we touch the cars?" he asked eagerly.

The woman laughed. "I'm afraid not, but you're welcome to take a closer look."

As they toured the garage, Jude's attention kept drifting. His eyes scanned the paddock, searching for a familiar face he'd only seen through his phone screen.

Trent noticed his distraction and elbowed him playfully. "Looking for someone?"

Jude felt his cheeks warm. "No, just… taking it all in."

But Trent knew better. "Sure, mate. Nothing to do with a certain Delilah Hamilton, then?"

Before Jude could respond, a commotion near the Mercedes garage caught their attention. A crowd had gathered, phones out, all trying to catch a glimpse of the eight-time world champion.

And there he was, the fucking G.O.A.T. – Lewis Hamilton, resplendent in his black and teal race suit, his trademark smile dazzling the onlookers. Jude had to admit, the man had presence. But it wasn't Lewis who held his gaze.

Standing just behind her brother was Delilah, or Lila as she liked to go by, looking even more stunning in person than she did in her Instagram posts. Her curly hair was pulled back in a slick bun, a few tendrils framing her face. She wore a Mercedes team shirt, but had made it her own with a knotted waist and rolled sleeves, pairing it with a white pleated mini skirt and Adidas trainers.

Jesus motherfucking Christ.

Jude's breath caught in his throat. He'd been following Delilah on Instagram for months, liking her posts and occasionally leaving a comment, but seeing her in person was something else entirely. She was beyond gorgeous with skin a couple shades darker than his, the prettiest, doe-like brown eyes, and soft curves he yearned to touch.

"Earth to Jude," Jobe's voice cut through his reverie. "You're staring, bro."

Jude blinked, realizing he'd been caught. He turned back to his brother and Trent, both wearing knowing smirks.

"Right, sorry. What were you saying?"

Trent shook his head, amused. "I was saying we should head to the pit wall. The practice session is about to start."

As they made their way to their designated spot, Jude couldn't help but glance back over his shoulder. To his surprise, he caught Delilah looking in his direction. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and she offered a small smile before turning back to her brother.

Jude's heart did a somersault. Maybe, just maybe, she recognized him too? Or know of him?

Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised that she didn't have any clue who he was, let alone realize that he follows her on practically all of her social media accounts. Last time he checked, she had around sixteen million followers, nothing like his thirty-four million, but impressive nonetheless, especially for a driver's sister.

Yet, from the way he's been constantly scrolling on her Instagram, he quickly realized that she was so much more than Lewis Hamilton's nineteen-year-old sister: she was a fashion designer, philanthropist, and an amazing painter.

The sun began to set over the Mediterranean, casting a golden glow over the principality, and Jude realized he'd never experienced anything quite like this before. The glamour, the danger, the sheer spectacle of it all – it was intoxicating. He stood at the pit wall, trying to focus on the roaring engines and the blur of cars speeding past, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Delilah. He glanced at her across the paddock as she chatted with George Russell, Lewis's teammate. The way she animatedly gestured while she spoke, her laughter ringing out, captivated him.

Jobe nudged him, breaking his reverie. "You should go talk to her, you know."

Jude shook his head, still hesitant. "Nah, I don't know, Jobe. What if she doesn't want to be bothered?"

Trent, leaning casually against the barrier, chimed in. "I've met her before, at another race. She's cool, but you should know Lewis is really protective of her. I could've sworn he was going to beat my ass for talking to her."

Jobe snickered. "Well, he has to be. If I had a sister with a body like that, I'd be knocking out people left and right."

Jude shot him a glare. "Watch it, Jobe."

Jobe laughed, unfazed by his brother's annoyance. "Relax, bro. I'm just saying she's a peng ting."

"Real peng ting," Trent and Jude said in unison, causing all three of them to burst out in laughter.

Just then, Jude noticed Delilah starting to walk in their direction. His heart rate picked up, and he tried to compose himself.

Trent noticed too and muttered, "Be cool. Be cool."

Delilah approached with a confident stride, her smile radiant as she greeted Trent first, giving him a friendly hug, making Jude feel a pang of jealousy but quickly brushed it aside.

"Hey, Trent! It's good to see you again," she said warmly.

"Good to see you too, Lila," Trent replied with a grin.

Delilah then turned her attention to Jude, squinting slightly as she looked at him. "Jude, right?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. So she does know who I am, he thought. "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you, Delilah."

She extended her hand, and he shook it, trying to appear calm despite the excitement bubbling inside him. "I've heard a lot about you," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"All good things, I hope," Jude replied, his confidence growing.

She laughed lightly. "Mostly good."

Jobe, sensing an opportunity, interjected. "Delilah, you should tell Jude about your fashion line. He's been scrolling through your Instagram nonstop."

Jude shot his brother a look, his cheeks reddening slightly. This motherfucking guy and his big ass mouth! "Jobe!"

Delilah laughed again, a genuine, warm sound. "Is that so? Well, I'd love to tell you more about it, Jude."

Trent, observing the exchange, added, "You know, Lila, Jude is really into art as well. Maybe you two could compare notes....or go to a museum or something...."

Jude felt a surge of gratitude towards Trent for the smooth segue. "Yeah, I actually do some painting in my spare time. Maybe you could give me some tips."

Delilah's eyes lit up with interest. "I'd love that. Maybe after the race, we could chat more."

Jude's heart soared at the prospect. "I'd like that a lot." I like that a real lot, actually.

"Awesome! I see you guys later, okay! Oh, and call me Lila!" she gave them a cute wink before moving on to chat with some other guests.

Jude turned to Trent and Jobe, his excitement barely contained. "Did you hear that? She wants to chat more!"

Jobe laughed, clapping his brother on the back. "Way to go, Jude. Just keep it cool, alright? She a baddie, bro, so you can't be lame."

"Shut up, Jobe," Jude said, pushing his brother playfully on the shoulder.

Trent nodded approvingly. "Seriously, mate, you did great. Just be yourself, and everything will fall into place."

Jude watched Delilah from a distance, his heart swelling with a sense of hope and excitement he hadn't felt in a long time. He was determined to get to know her better. In due time, he felt certain that Delilah would be his.

Delilah was still buzzing from her conversation with Jude when her friend Jade sidled up to her, eyes wide with curiosity. "I saw you talking to those football players," Jade said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Especially Jude. He's so fuckin' hot."

Delilah laughed, a bit flustered. "Yeah, he is," she admitted, her cheeks warming. Jude Bellingham, with his chiseled features, dark curls, and intense eyes, was undeniably attractive. Though she wasn't an avid Real Madrid fan—her loyalty lay with Arsenal—she had to admit that Jude was an exceptional player. She couldn't wait to cheer on the home team for this year's Euros, even if it meant occasionally rooting for him.

Before she could say more, her older brother Lewis interrupted, towering slightly over them with a stern look. "Who are we talking about?"

Delilah let out an exasperated sigh. At thirty-nine, Lewis was twenty years her senior and acted more like a second father than a brother. She sometimes swore he thought he was her actual dad if she didn’t have pictures of her mom pregnant with her to prove otherwise.

And it made it ten times worse that she resembled him, a literal female version of him minus all of the tattoos and signature braids.

"We're just talking," Delilah said, rolling her eyes. "You don't need to worry about it."

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "Talking about boys, huh? You shouldn't be."

Delilah mumbled under her breath, "You need to worry about the women you entertain."

Just then, Miles walked up, munching on a crepe. "What are we talking about?" he asked.

"Nothing," Delilah said quickly, but Lewis simultaneously said, "Boys."

"What?!" Miles exclaimed, his eyes wide. "You better be focused on your fashion line and not some bum-ass niggas."

Delilah crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. "You guys suck."

Lewis shrugged, pulling on his balaclava. "I'm your brother, Peanut. I have to look out for you. Niggas are shit."

"Exactly," Miles added. "And as your other brother, I agree. You're too young to be thinking about boys."

"We're nineteen, you idiots," Jade interjected with a scowl.

"See? My point!" Lewis said, straightening his balaclava. "You're babies." He pinched the girls' cheeks for added effect. "Now, I have to go run a few laps with this hunk of metal." He glanced at Miles. "Keep an eye on them, please?"

"Bruv, you don't even have to ask. I'mma be on them like white on rice," Miles replied, and Lewis had the gall to smile hugely and dap up his best friend.

With that, Lewis put on his helmet and walked over to the garage to climb inside his car for his practice session. Delilah’s eyes connected with Miles’, and she felt her heart drop in her chest. If she was thinking about talking to Jude again, that was not going to happen with Miles’ hawk-like watch over her. She groaned inwardly.

Leave it to her big headed brother to be a fucking cockblocker!

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Jude groaned as he paced around his hotel room while his mother rattled off a list of safety reminders that he had heard countless times before.

"Mum, I know, I know. I'll be safe," he assured her, rolling his eyes as he continued scrolling through Instagram. He paused momentarily and liked Delilah's recent story without hesitation, a smirk playing on his lips.

Denise carried on with her lecture, ignoring her son's sighs. "And don't forget, if you're going to be seeing girls or anything like that, always use protection," she added with a slight awkwardness, in the manner that only a mother could.

"Oh my god, Mum! What the hell!?" Jude exclaimed, disgust written all over his face. "I'm not thinking about that," he protested, though in truth, thoughts of Delilah had been racing through his mind like wildfire.

"You better watch your tone with me, Jude Victor William!" Denise's voice took on that familiar stern tone, instantly humbling him.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry," he replied, sheepishly.

"I just want you to be safe, okay? There are a lot of women who..." Denise trailed off delicately.

"Like men in my position and want to become a trophy wife," Jude finished for her, running a hand down his face. "I know that, Mum, and I promise if I ever decide to... do it... I'll be safe."

He knew his mother had good intentions and only wanted what was best for him, yet sometimes, her constant nagging about safety made him feel like she didn't trust him or think he was capable of taking care of himself. But then again, she wasn't entirely wrong either. Being a successful young athlete came with its fair share of risks and temptations.

Denise's voice turned into a babyish tone as she said, "Aww, my little baby! You're getting so big, Judey Bear."

Jude let out an indignant chuckle. If only she knew the truth. However, he decided it wasn't the right time to have an awkward talk with his mother about sex and how he was far from being a virgin.

"Mum, I'm not a baby," he said.

Denise simply chuckled at her son, finding it amusing to tease him every now and then. "Oh hush now, Judey Bear. You'll always be my baby,"

Looking towards the clock on the wall, he realized it was time to make his way to the circuit before qualifying began. And to see Delilah.

"Hey, Mum, I love you so much, but me and the guys are going to head out now. Can I call you later?" Jude asked as he started to end the call.

"Of course, my sweet Judey Bear. I love you," Denise replied, making kissy noises through the phone.

"Love you too, Mum," Jude reciprocated before he was about to hang up, but Denise called his name again.

"Jude...."

"Yes, ma'am?" he answered innocently.

"You didn't give me kisses back," she gently reminded him.

"Mum, please..." Jude protested.

There was a brief pause between them before Jude finally relented and gave her the kisses back.

"Thank you, Judey Bear. Take care of your brother and have a good time, alright? Oh, and if you happen to see Lewis, can you please get his autograph for me?"

"No problem, Mum."

"Doesn't he have a little sister there with him? Delilah, isn't it?" Denise innocuously asked.

Jude's heart skipped a beat. "Uh... yeah... why do you ask?"

"She's such a beautiful girl, Jude. Stunning! You should definitely date girls like her."

Shit, I'm trying to. "Of course, Mum. Got to go," Jude hurriedly replied, wanting to end the conversation before she could dig any deeper.

"Bye, sweetheart."

He hung up with a mix of exasperation and fondness for his mother, knowing she meant well but also feeling slightly embarrassed by the conversation.

As Jude arrived at the circuit for qualifying, his eyes immediately scanned the crowded paddock, searching for a glimpse of Delilah among the sea of team personnel and glamorous VIPs. Finally spotting her at the Mercedes garage, he couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken at the sight of her effortlessly chic outfit and perfectly styled hair, catching the sunlight just right. He lingered for a moment, taking in her beauty as she interacted with others, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

Before he could make a move, a group of girls approached him, Trent, and Jobe. They were football groupies or wannabe WAGs. They knew exactly who they were targeting – young, talented athletes like him. They flirted shamelessly, batting their eyelashes and laughing a little too loudly at Trent’s jokes. Jude felt a twinge of temptation to engage with them, but he knew better than to let distraction get in the way of his focus. Delilah was close by, and he wanted to give his all for her.

Excusing himself politely, Jude made his way over to the Mercedes garage. The idea of approaching Lewis's domain made him nervous – he respected Lewis Hamilton too much to risk any conflict and strife, but there was something about the man’s sister that made Jude’s heart swell.

And your dick....don't forget that, mate. Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, Jude was determined to talk to Delilah. He couldn't continue admiring her from a distance and silently liking her social media posts; he needed to take action if he wanted to be with her.

As he approached, Jude could feel his heart racing with anticipation. He rehearsed what he might say in his mind, hoping he wouldn't stumble over his words. This was his chance to make an impression, to show Delilah that he was genuinely interested. With each step closer, he reminded himself of his determination and steeled his nerves.

"Hey, Lila," Jude finally said, his voice surprisingly steady despite his racing thoughts. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Delilah looked up, surprised but pleasantly so. A smile curved her lips as she nodded. "Hey, Jude. I was just about to grab a coffee. Want to come with?"

Relief washed over Jude as they walked together towards the coffee stand, the sound of the qualifying session roaring in the background.

"So, how has your weekend been so far?" Delilah asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Enjoying Monaco?"

"Of course, I am," Jude grinned, feeling his nerves dissipate with each step they took. "Honestly, it's been pretty intense, but I'm loving every second of it. Must be really crazy for your brother."

Delilah laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah, Lewis always says that racing is like a drug – once you get a taste for it, you can't get enough, but he’s also a crazy ass adrenaline junkie, so there’s that."

"Damn," Jude said, shaking his head with a laugh. "You’re brutal."

"Brutally honest," Delilah replied with a smirk. "That’s just how I am. I don’t sugarcoat things."

Jude couldn’t help but admire her directness. He was used to people being guarded and careful with their words, but Delilah seemed refreshingly different. She looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes, sending shivers down his spine.

"I like that," he said, unable to hide the admiration in his voice.

"Do you?" she purred, locking her gaze onto his with an alluring stare that made him weak in the knees.

"100%."

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Jude turned to see Delilah's older brother giving him a thorough once-over, despite Jude towering above him.

"What's going on here?" Lewis asked, his tone edged with suspicion.

"Lewis, don't be weird—" Delilah began, but Lewis cut her off.

"I was asking him," Lewis said pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest defensively, making Jude gulp nervously.

"Just talking," Jude replied, trying to keep his composure under Lewis's intense scrutiny.

"Talking?" Lewis scoffed, his gaze shifting between Jude and Delilah. "To my little sister?"

"Lewis, you're being an asshole. Stop trying to be tough," Delilah retorted, earning herself a glare from her brother.

"Lila, did we not have a conversation about staying away from boys?" Lewis said sternly, addressing his sister.

"Yeah, yeah, because niggas are shit," Delilah replied nonchalantly, causing Jude's eyebrows to lift in surprise at her blunt remark.

What the fuck? "Huh?" Jude managed to interject.

"Mind your business, Jude," Lewis seethed, cutting him a sharp look.

"You know who I am?"

Jude was taken aback. In hindsight, it was pretty cool for his idol to know his name, but at this particular moment, he wasn't sure if it was a good thing, especially with the intense stare Lewis was giving him.

"I know who you are, and I know that my sister needs to be far away from you," Lewis asserted firmly. "She's not allowed to date."

"Lewis! Seriously?!" Delilah screeched, clearly frustrated with her brother's interference.

"Let it go, Peanut," Lewis said without turning to look at her. "She's young, do you know that? She's nineteen years old."

Jude blinked in surprise at Lewis's words, tilting his head slightly. "I'm twenty, mate."

Jude's revelation briefly broke Lewis's tough façade. "Whatever, either way, she's not going to date you. I don't want my little sister to end up being a baby mumma or something. She has goals and dreams."

"And I respect those goals and dreams," Jude said earnestly. "Listen, I understand, okay? But whatever you think you know about me, whether it's because I play football or... I'm just trying to get to know Lila better."

"To do what though, Jude? What are your intentions with my sister?" Lewis pressed, his tone still guarded as he took a step forward.

"Okay, this is enough, Lew Lew," Delilah interrupted, pushing her brother away gently. "You have quali to worry about, and you're here harassing Jude. Please leave us," she insisted, frustration evident in her voice.

"Delilah, I am not—" Lewis began to protest.

"Please, Lewis, I'm beyond embarrassed at this point," Delilah pleaded, shaking her head in disbelief.

Lewis rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine, but we're not done here," he warned, pointing between his sister and Jude. "I'm watching you, Jude, like a motherfucking hawk. Got it?"

"Understood, sir," Jude nodded, a teasing smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Without another word, Lewis pivoted on his heel and made his way over to his engineers, leaving Jude and Delilah to exchange a bewildered glance.

Delilah sighed, breaking the silence that lingered between them. "Sorry about that, Jude. My brother can be a bit of a overprotective dickhead sometimes."

Jude shrugged nonchalantly. "I expected that."

Delilah bit her lip, looking genuinely apologetic. "Let me make it up to you. What do you want?" she suggested, hoping to smooth things over.

Jude considered her offer for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Maybe dinner," he replied casually.

Delilah stared at him, mouth agape. "Did you totally forget what just happened?"

"Nope," Jude replied confidently.

"Are you crazy then? Do you have a death wish?" Delilah asked incredulously.

"Maybe," Jude said with a playful glint in his eye, causing Delilah to chuckle. "I'm not so scared of your brother. I can fight," he added with a hint of bravado.

"Valiant as that may be, Lewis is a good shot," Delilah teased, knowing her brother's protective nature well. "He doesn't miss."

"Fuck me," Jude muttered under his breath, realization sinking in.

"Exactly," Delilah giggled, finding amusement in Jude's predicament.

Jude thought about it for a few moments, his face cycling through various expressions as he weighed his options. Finally, he grinned widely.

"Well... fuck it. So... tomorrow night works for you?" Jude asked with a hopeful expression.

"Tomorrow works."

"I'll message you with details. See ya, Lila."

"See ya, Jude," she replied with a smile before watching him walk away.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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SFW Alphabet

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Requested & Requested

Word Count: 3K

Author’s note: Two requests for SFW Alphabet, so here it is 💘 hope you like it @judescorem & anon! Thanks for requesting 🫂

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Jude’s affection levels are truly off the charts, he’s like a walking embodiment of all five love languages. Quality time with you is his priority, and despite his demanding schedule, he’s intentional about squeezing in meaningful moments whenever he can.

He’s big on acts of service, too, and he’s memorized your favorite way to drink coffee to make it for you in the mornings, gives you a massage if you’re stressed, and even attempts cooking for you (though after a few near-kitchen disasters, he might just take you out instead). If you’re too tired to lift a finger, Jude will wash your hair or tuck you in. And gift giving? He’s your go to — he’ll come home with jewelry, art, plush toys, or quirky trinkets that made him think of you.

Compliments are another daily thing; whether you’re folding laundry or about to fall asleep, he’s telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. He notices every tiny change, too, like a new shade of lipstick or a fresh haircut. Physical touch is his ultimate love language, though. If you’re out, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh or fingers intertwined, but in private, Jude transforms into a human koala, pulling you close in every possible way.

B = Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, Jude is your ride or die, incredibly supportive and genuinely invested in every step of your journey. He’s like your personal cheerleader, hyped about even the smallest wins in your life, and you can count on him to be right there to celebrate or console you. He’s an incredible listener, letting you pour your heart out and providing advice when you need it. Jude knows the importance of having someone you can trust completely, so he’s that steady rock for you, creating a judgment-free zone where you’re safe to share anything. He’s also the friend who will notice if something is even slightly off and check in with a caring heart.

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

I said it once, I’ll say it again: this man is a koala bear who just can’t let go. If there’s one thing Jude excels at, it’s cuddling. Surprisingly, he loves to cuddle even more than he lets on, and it’s become one of his favorite ways to unwind. Usually, he’s the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you protectively, feeling like he’s keeping you safe. But his secret favorite? Being the little spoon. There’s something he finds calming about resting his head on your chest, with your hands in his hair, listening to the steady beat of your heart. It’s his ultimate version of comfort, and he’ll fall asleep within minutes if he’s lying there like that.

D = Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Though young and still in the prime of his career, Jude is surprisingly domestic and absolutely sees a future with you. For him, settling down together isn’t just a fantasy; it’s his end goal. Even now, he loves the cozy routines you share — grocery shopping side by side, his enthusiastic (but often chaotic) attempts at cooking, and sharing chores, even if he’s hilariously clueless about both. Conversations about the future happen effortlessly, without a hint of doubt or hesitation, and he makes you feel included in every part of his life. He’s just as comfortable blending into your family gatherings as you are with his, and it’s that natural, grounded dynamic that makes him picture a life and family with you in it someday.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The idea of breaking up is simply unfathomable to Jude. Even in the worst case scenario, Jude would do everything possible to mend things, believing wholeheartedly that whatever caused the break could be fixed. His willingness to put in the work is one of his most admirable traits — he’s devoted to you, even in difficult times, and he’d never let go without a fight.

F = Fiancé(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Jude may not be rushing down the aisle tomorrow, but he often catches himself imagining what your wedding day might look like. The idea of you in a wedding dress, the look on your face as you walk toward him, and the forever waiting on the other side makes his heart race. He loves being young and enjoying these years together, building memories and strengthening your relationship, but he’s made it clear he sees marriage as part of your future. Jude knows the proposal will happen when the timing feels just right, but he’s not shy about dropping hints and showing you in sweet, subtle ways that he’s already fully committed.

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

His gentle side is one of his most beautiful qualities, even if he keeps it subtle at times. Though vulnerability didn’t come naturally to him at first, his quiet softness shines through in the way he loves you. His compassion is deeply genuine, and his tenderness radiates through both his words and his actions. Physically, he’s incredibly attentive — he’ll caress your face with a featherlight touch, rub gentle circles on the back of your hand, trace his fingers through your hair, and cover you with delicate kisses. He’s patient and kind, making every touch feel intentional and filled with warmth.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Hugging you is one of his absolute favorite things. Your scent, the warmth of your arms around him, and the way you tuck your face into his neck make him feel perfectly at ease. His hugs are comforting, strong, and incredibly full of love, he hugs you like he hasn’t seen you in months, even if it’s only been a few hours. He especially loves sneaking hugs from behind; he’ll wrap his arms around you while you’re cooking, brushing your teeth, or even doing your makeup, earning himself a playful scolding but never regretting it. To him, those hugs are worth any amount of teasing because they make him feel so close to you.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

He took some time to fully grasp his feelings for you, but he felt from the very beginning that there was something incredibly special about you. The moment he realized the warmth he felt around you was love, he felt more certain of it than anything else. When he said “I love you” for the first time, it was spontaneous, catching both of you off guard. He whispered those three words one morning, sleep still softening his voice, his gaze filled with sincerity and love as he smiled at you. At first, you thought he was joking, but the look in his eyes erased any doubts, and when he repeated the words softly and earnestly, you knew he meant it with his whole heart.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jude has a love-hate relationship with jealousy. When you get jealous, he finds it endearing, using playful teasing and silly jokes to diffuse the moment, always making sure you feel loved and reassured. But when the tables turn and he’s the one feeling jealous, it’s a different story. Although he’s confident and tries to stay rational, but the sight of anyone openly flirting with you hits him harder than he’d like. It eats at him, casting a shadow over his entire mood, and he can’t quite laugh it off. You know exactly how to calm him down, though — reassurances, soft words, and kisses all over his face melt away his worry, leaving him certain, once again, that you’re entirely his.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses are Jude’s favorite form of affection. He’s obsessed with them — quick pecks, lingering, deep kisses, and everything in between. His favorite spot to kiss is, of course, your lips, where he loves to indulge in make out sessions that leave you both breathless. He loves to take the lead in these moments, his kisses hungry and passionate, his hands gently holding you close. But he’s also a sucker for forehead kisses, finding them incredibly intimate, and he’ll linger there, pressing his lips to your forehead while he whispers sweet words just for you. And if you kiss his neck? His eyes close, his breath catches, and he’s instantly lost, eager for more.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Around kids, he is a total natural. His playfulness and warmth instantly draw children to him, and he seems to know just the right way to make them laugh or keep them entertained. He’s got a knack for making them feel at ease, and kids light up around him, matching his energy and joy. Though he’s not thinking about kids just yet, he knows that when the time comes, he wants it to be with you — and he’s confident that he’ll be great at it, just as long as you’re by his side.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

Early in the relationship, you discovered that Jude is anything but a morning person. He loves his sleep, and if he could, he’d stay under the covers all morning, cozy and content beside you. But as disciplined as he is, his career often forces him to wake up early, leaving him to grumble and pout his way out of bed. When he has an early training session, he’s practically dragging his feet, rubbing his eyes, and giving you a look that practically begs you to let him stay snuggled up.

On his mornings off, though, he becomes the laziest person alive. He’ll stay in bed as long as you let him, relishing the rare chance to wrap himself around you and relax without any hurry. When noon rolls around, you usually have to coax him out of bed, jokingly reminding him there’s a world outside the covers. He finally gives in, but he’d always rather stay in bed a little longer with you.

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights, on the other hand, are his favorite. He cherishes those quiet, peaceful hours just before you both drift off. He loves the feel of you relaxing beside him, breathing deeply, your head on his chest as you start to fall asleep. Sometimes, before sleep takes over, you’ll end up having those late night, deep conversations that wander from lighthearted to profound. Jude’s often the one to ask those unexpected, thoughtful questions that get you talking about dreams, ambitions, and the mysteries of life. He loves these talks because they remind him of how safe and easy it feels to open up to you, and he feels so grateful to have found someone who just gets him.

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He took his time at first, careful to make sure you were the one he could share everything with. But it didn’t take long before he started to realize he could trust you completely. There was an ease between you that allowed him to open up gradually, sharing everything from his childhood memories to his career hopes to his biggest fears. Once he understood the depth of your connection, he didn’t hold anything back, feeling safe enough to share all of himself with you. He loves how you let him be vulnerable without judgment, and the sense of trust you’ve built only makes your bond stronger.

P = Patience (how easily angered are they?)

Generally, he is pretty patient and grounded, but there are times when frustration gets the better of him. If he’s facing a tough day or can’t get something right, he tends to feel the stress more than he’d like. He’s not one to lash out, though — he usually withdraws a bit to cool off and reset. His impatience doesn’t last long, and he’s quick to come back to his calm self, finding his center again, especially when he’s around you. You’re often the one bringing him back to his usual level-headed self.

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

If remembering things about you were a game, Jude would be the gold medalist. He remembers the most trivial details effortlessly — your favorite snack, your go to comfort food, your shoe size, your favorite songs, the way you like your coffee. He doesn’t even try; he just loves listening to you and stores up everything you say. He’ll surprise you by remembering little things you’ve mentioned in passing, things you may not even recall saying. For him, it’s second nature, and he jokes that his brain is permanently programmed to think of you.

R = Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Jude’s favorite memory is a quiet, seemingly insignificant moment but one that holds a lot of meaning for him. It was the first time you fell asleep on him, a night you spent watching a movie together. You were curled up beside him, claiming you weren’t tired even though your eyes were heavy and you were half-asleep by the opening credits. Eventually, you drifted off, your head nestled on his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but smile. He felt an unexpected happiness, a sense of peace, knowing you felt so at ease around him. Listening to your soft breathing and feeling your warmth, he realized that this was what he wanted for the rest of his life — moments of quiet closeness, where you were totally comfortable with each other.

S = Security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He is subtly protective, always making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He’s never overbearing, but he’s the type to always keep an eye on you in crowded places, his hand on your back or fingers intertwined with yours. If someone’s getting too close or making you uncomfortable, he’s immediately alert, his demeanor shifting as he makes it clear you’re not alone.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He is effortlessly romantic, always putting thought and care into your relationship. He loves planning surprise date nights, booking a place he knows you’d like, or making sure he has your favorite snacks ready for a cozy night in. Whether it’s an anniversary or just an average day, he goes out of his way to show you how much he cares. Small gestures texting you sweet messages, or picking up flowers for you on his way home because he saw a bunch that reminded him of you. He especially enjoys the look on your face when he shows up with them unexpectedly, and he’s secretly got a favorite flower of yours memorized. He’s thoughtful with gifts too, remembering small things you mention in passing and giving them to you “just because.” He’s a firm believer that both big and little things are equally important in showing you how much you mean to him.

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Jude has a tendency to bottle up his emotions when he’s overwhelmed. Rather than talking it out, he sometimes withdraws, getting quiet and distant. It can be frustrating because he keeps a lot of his struggles to himself, but he’s working on opening up more. He’s aware of this habit, and he appreciates how you gently encourage him to share his feelings when he’s ready.

V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

This man takes pride in his appearance, knowing he’s a bit of a heartthrob (and rightfully so). He’s not obsessed with his looks but enjoys looking his best, especially when he’s with you. He loves when you show him off, and he takes a certain pride in knowing that he’s someone you’re proud to be seen with. He’s confident in his style and enjoys dressing up for special occasions or just looking nice for you. When you compliment his looks, it always brings out that cheeky smile, but he’s equally invested in making sure you feel beautiful and confident too.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

He is independent and driven, but being with you makes him feel complete in a way that nothing else does. He feels grounded by your presence, and knowing you’re by his side gives him the confidence and peace he needs. You’re his partner, his best friend, and his safe place all rolled into one, and without you, he feels a profound emptiness. He knows he can function on his own, but life feels so much better, brighter, and more meaningful with you in it.

X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

Jude has been secretly trying to learn how to cook a few dishes for you. Cooking isn’t his strong suit, but he loves the idea of one day surprising you with a home cooked meal, just the two of you. He doesn’t think you expect him to master the kitchen, but he feels there’s something incredibly intimate about cooking for someone you love. So he keeps at it, watching tutorials, asking for tips from his mom, and even taking notes when you cook together, hoping to make you a meal that you’ll love (and one he doesn’t burn).

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dishonesty is something Jude just can’t tolerate. He values openness and feels a deep sense of trust in your relationship. He wants you to feel comfortable sharing anything with him, and he’s never judgmental. Knowing you’re genuine and honest with him means the world to him, so dishonesty would hurt him deeply.

Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Jude is a cuddle magnet in his sleep. Even if you fall asleep apart, he instinctively reaches out, finding you with sleepy arms and pulling you close. When he’s stressed, he has a habit of mumbling in his sleep, something you find adorable. He usually denies it in the morning, laughing it off and insisting you must have imagined it.

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Love his smile😍😍