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Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, SMUT SMUT SMUT. not edited.
Word Count: 1.49K
Summary: A simple gym video posted to IG caused your dam to break …
Notes: Taking a mini detour from writing Maps to bring you this beauty. minimal plot, minimal dialogue, smut and vibes. Makes no sense but just go with it because I really just wanted to get it out there.
The arrangement that the two of you had was an exclusively casual sort of deal. It worked great in both of your favour - no commitment to each other but as long as you openly communicated about where the both of you stood, there was no problem. The both of you were too busy for a relationship but never too busy for a weekend of coital indulgence.
The arrangement that the two of you had was an exclusively casual sort of deal. It worked great in both of your favour - no commitment to each other but as long as you openly communicated about where the both of you stood, there was no problem. The both of you were too busy for a relationship but never too busy for a weekend of coital indulgence.
He was back from his holiday tour in Africa and the first call he made when he landed back home was to you. Quickly emptying your schedule, the chauffeur picked you up and since then, the two of you have been in your own little cocoon. It was day four of your visit and usually by now, you would have left but before Lewis left for his morning run, he asked for you to stay another day and with his fingers softly bringing you to an orgasm, it was a simple persuasion that you could not refuse.
He was back from his holiday tour in Africa and the first call he made when he landed back home was to you. Quickly emptying your schedule, the chauffeur picked you up and since then, the two of you have been in your own little cocoon. It was day four of your visit and usually by now, you would have left but before Lewis left for his morning run, he asked for you to stay another day and with his fingers softly bringing you to an orgasm, it was a simple persuasion that you could not refuse.
By now it was about eleven in the morning and you were finally up from your slumber and lounging in the unkempt bed, scrolling through your instagram when you clicked on Lewis’s icon. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes watched the video that he had posted. There was a caption sure - something motivational as always - but you were not focused on that no, you were focused on the bare tattooed torso of your man as it glistened with sweat. The heavy panting of his chest caused his gold chains to rise and fall and the sight of the necklaces alone was enough for your pussy to clench around nothing. His unbraided hair was in a ponytail which brought more attention to his handsome face.
A typical slutty gym video of Lewis bare chested with his sweats hung low, showcasing his waistline and you were fucking soaking. The way you felt was almost as if he had not spent the last four days fucking you within inches of your life in every corner of his house and doing it again. His allure was undeniable and you found yourself getting out of the bed to quickly freshen up. You put on a pair of fresh underwear and his discarded vest shirt before rushing to his gym. For a moment, you stopped to watch him bench press.
You bit on your bottom lip as your insides tingled as you watched his muscles flex with each press.
God, he was so beautiful.
And he was all yours.
You walked forward and stood in between his parted legs and placed your hands on his thighs. Feeling your presence, he placed the weight bar down and took his airpods out as you straddled his lap and then ran your hands up and down his torso, loving the way each ridge and dip felt beneath your palm.
“Good morning you beautiful human being. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” You greeted as he sat upwards. He chuckled as he caressed your bare thighs. He bit his lip as he looked up at you as your hands came to his neck and your thumbs rubbed on his jawline.
“You tell me every time gorgeous girl, thank you. How did you sleep?” He asked before giving you a soft kiss on your naturally pouty lip.
“I slept well and I was enjoying my morning then i came across a video that piqued my interest.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked as he raised his eyebrow and licked his lips. “What video was that?”
“You being a slut per usual.” You giggled. “You get off on knowing your fans go completely feral over that? I can feel how hard you are right now.”
“No, I’m hard because my sweet girl is sitting on my lap right now and I can feel her hot pussy on me.”
“This is your fault. Why are you fucking hot? First thing in the morning and all I wanna do is get on my knees and suck your dick but I also wanna feel you deep inside of me.” You whispered as your lips brushed against each other.
“That can be arranged.” He smiled before he consumed you. His tongue touched the roof of your mouth as you sank into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid underneath the shirt that you had adorned and squeezed your flesh. You whimpered softly as he edged you to grind on him.
“I can feel how wet you are baby.” He groaned. “That all for me?”
“Mhm.” You nodded your head as you tighten your grip around him. Your moan shuddered him as he picked you up in his arms and shifted his sweats down long enough to pull his dick out, letting his body do the talking that he couldn’t say. He moved your panties to the side and tried to push his fingers into you but you were so drenched.
“Fuck baby, fuuucckk.” He sighed. “You don’t need any foreplay do you? Just seeing me work out got you fucking soaking huh?”
“You can slip right in Daddy I swear. I’m so fucking wet.”
“Sit on it sweetheart. Take Daddy’s dick.” You held onto his shoulders as you took his cock and began to sink down on him, You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He pecked your lips before he laid back onto the bench and placed his hands behind his back.
“Take this dick, it’s yours.”
“Don’t say things like that to me.” You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on his thick length.
“Why not?” He held onto your hip, letting you adjust comfortably.
“Because then I’ll want you more than I should right now.” You began to lightly bounce making sure that you felt every inch of his cock. “God baby.”
“Nothing’s wrong with that. I’m right here.”
His eyes closed as you rolled your hips before steadying yourself and riding him as hard as you could. You watched as he tried to hold himself - he was giving you all the control but you were slipping because he was pushing against your g-spot and your thighs were quick to start trembling. The over stimulation was too much and your first orgasm was quickly approaching but then he stilled your hips causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth.
“Look at me.” He growled. And once you met his eyes, he began thrusting up into you. Your eyes widened as you bounced in his lap to the ferocity of his thrusts. You tried to close your eyes but then you felt a soft slap to your cheek before he shoved his fingers into your mouth as his thumb and pinky buried into your cheekbones.
“I said fucking look at me.” He hissed as he fucked into you harder. You moaned into his fingers as you held onto the wrist of the hand in your mouth as your other dug its fingernails into his skin. Your cunt tightened around him as he plunged into your heat again and again.
“Now that’s a good girl. Got all wet just watching me work out and you couldn’t wait until you sat on Daddy’s dick huh? Couldn’t wait to give me all this pussy - dripping all over me and making a mess.”
You cried out as your walls tightened up around his cock. You were about to cum - your orgasm was within reach but you just needed a little more.
“I can feel you about to cum baby. That’s it, right fucking there … Be a good girl and cum for me.”
Shoving his fingers out of your mouth, you leaned down so that you could kiss him and moan into his mouth as you came. Your orgasm was as intense as they come with Lewis but this time your cream drenched him and a few beats behind you, he erupted deep inside of you.
“Fffuuccckk.” He groaned as his fingers tightened their grip on your ass and kept you still as he filled you up. In a moment’s calm, he sat up with your lips still interlocked and the angle shift pushed him a little further into you. You sighed as your tongue caressed his without consequence.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“With how hard you still are, I can tell. I haven’t had my fill either.”
“Wanna take it back upstairs?”
“No, we haven’t tried every corner of the gym yet ..” You smirked.
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You already know this ain’t no slow burn 🤭 Lewis likes to move fast when it comes to things he’s interested in hehehe.
(sorry but the cheating cheetah who cheats is going to be here for a while 😭)
endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
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userriley Oh you came in HOT guuurrrll !! This is tew good!
rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!
user17 PUUURRRR !!!! This is the Jamilah we needed! You handled that shit!
jwellerfan You’re such a loser.
⤷rileyryder44 I’d rather be a LOSER than be a CHEATER liked by jamilah.riley
raye They could never make me hate you!
⤷jamilah.riley raye my sister for life
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stormzy Cmonnnn!! Fire in the booth!
⤷user379 stormzy isn’t Jackson Weller your friend?
⤷user82 user379 Being friends with someone doesn’t stop you from approaching good music!
amalriley been on repeat all day!
⤷jamilah.riley amalriley so real
thatgirljodie you didn’t whack him enough for me idk
⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!
It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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ru’s letters 💌: I had most of this sitting in my drafts but I got so busy and sidetracked. I’m trying to get back to it. Starting with the posting of this. Please comment, reblog and like. Love you all 🩷
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It’s been way way too long and I’m trying to focus on this story more again - I love it 🤭
Ms Riley is truly winning and she will continue to win!
Thank you for reading love! 🫶🏾
endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
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userriley Oh you came in HOT guuurrrll !! This is tew good!
rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!
user17 PUUURRRR !!!! This is the Jamilah we needed! You handled that shit!
jwellerfan You’re such a loser.
⤷rileyryder44 I’d rather be a LOSER than be a CHEATER liked by jamilah.riley
raye They could never make me hate you!
⤷jamilah.riley raye my sister for life
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stormzy Cmonnnn!! Fire in the booth!
⤷user379 stormzy isn’t Jackson Weller your friend?
⤷user82 user379 Being friends with someone doesn’t stop you from approaching good music!
amalriley been on repeat all day!
⤷jamilah.riley amalriley so real
thatgirljodie you didn’t whack him enough for me idk
⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!
It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
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rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!
user17 PUUURRRR !!!! This is the Jamilah we needed! You handled that shit!
jwellerfan You’re such a loser.
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It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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Girl and he always does it 😭
Anywho girl - that was a long time coming. Things are finally picking up 🤭 oh the PDA is going to be packed baby! Things are heating up with the two of them so the official ting will be coming soon 🤭
endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
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⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!
It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
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rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!
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⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!
It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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endless melodies: l.hamilton
part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising
tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.
w.c: 2.4K
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
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rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!
user17 PUUURRRR !!!! This is the Jamilah we needed! You handled that shit!
jwellerfan You’re such a loser.
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⤷jamilah.riley amalriley so real
thatgirljodie you didn’t whack him enough for me idk
⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!
It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.
She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.
The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.
She broke up with him the same day.
Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.
Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.
She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.
As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.
A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.
“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.
“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.
“How are you? How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty eventful.”
“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”
“Something like that.”
“It had me thinking.”
“Tell me.”
“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”
“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.
“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”
“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”
“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”
“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”
“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”
“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”
“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.
Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.
Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.
By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.
Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.
“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.
“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.
She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.
Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.
Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.
“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”
“For lil old’ me?”
“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”
“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.
Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.
On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.
“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.
“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.
“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.
“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”
“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”
“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”
“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”
“What am I to you? A bank?!”
“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”
“You classify yourself as my people now?”
“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.
“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.
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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.
“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.
He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.
“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.
“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.
“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”
Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.
“You can’t ask me that.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.
“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.
“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.
“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”
“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.
“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.
Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.
“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.
“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.
“Then kiss me.”
Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.
When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.
Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.
Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.
“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.
“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”
“Do you ever stop being corny?”
“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.
“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”
“Since the party?”
“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”
“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.
“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.
“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.
“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.
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ru’s letters 💌: I had most of this sitting in my drafts but I got so busy and sidetracked. I’m trying to get back to it. Starting with the posting of this. Please comment, reblog and like. Love you all 🩷
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endless melodies: l.hamilton - series masterlist
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley
genre: smau romance x full chapters
summary: jamilah riley returns to the public after a horrible break up with her boyfriend of 5 years. Ready to continue with her life, she tells her story of finding love again through her art.
warnings: given per chapter
face claim: ryan destiny as jamilah riley
reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew
part one
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part three
part four
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Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.
The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???
This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.
But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.
I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.
Do better by your fave writers 🩷
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You’re so real for this. Thank you so much love 🩷🩷🩷
Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.
The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???
This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.
But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.
I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.
Do better by your fave writers 🩷
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I’m fighting with you 😂😭
Guys please 😭 miscommunication is not the only way to conjure up conflict in a situation please 😭 i am begging
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Lord I thought they would have handled their feelings a lot better than they did in the beginning. 😭 You’d think decades of friendship they’d know better loool.
But I’m so happy that Lewis took the pregnancy news well but what I am hoping to see in future is;
No more miscommunication, Lewis not being a whore, making it abundantly clear that there no women lurking in the shadows and he’ll do right by reader, the both of them being honest about their romantic feelings for each other.
Don’t take this as commands 😂 just things to think about moving forward 👀👀
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Oh Baby | part two
part two.
word count: 10.8k
Warnings: wee bit angsty (an argument), mentions of sex + pregnancy
The repercussions of Lewis' birthday night are not as sweet.
You don't remember anything after your life-changing orgasm. You vaguely recall Lewis standing bare and walking into the bathroom. Your eyes were low and droopy, and you could only offer him a loving smile that had his cheeks burning.
"M'gonna clean you up for a second, okay."
You only hum, allowing him to spread you open; this time, it's not sexual at all; it's romantic. Oh god, you thought. You should've known the sex with Lewis would make you go mad.
He swipes the warm cloth between your legs, wiping the glistening remainder of your arousal away.
The sight of his cum oozing from your hole has him taking a harsh gulp. He'd have to remind you to take whatever precautions you found necessary in the morning.
If you weren't so burned out and exhausted, the sight of him walking around in the nude with his golden and tatted-on skin display would've had you jumping his bones again.
You can't help but laugh at yourself as he returns from cleaning himself up.
"What you laughing about?" He grins, hovering over you. You smile, looking at him like he's hung the moon and the stars. "Myself."
The two of you look like two love-sick high schoolers, completely enamored with each other.
Lewis lowers and captures your lips in a kiss, slow and sweet. One peck after the other before his weight is on top of you. He rolls off of you with a groan, turning you so that you're face to-face with him on your side.
His hand falls to your bare waist, pulling you against him.
"We need t'sleep."
He sits up, chuckling as you whine from losing his body heat. With one arm, he gently hoists your legs up enough to pull the comforter from underneath your body. He is back in his place instantly, the cover now offering another layer of warmth.
You're trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and stay in this moment because you'll probably never get to experience Lewis like this again, this loving and intimate.
"Going to be right here in the morning; go to sleep, bunny."
Like he had a spell over you, your eyes close for the final time, and you feel his palm cup your face.
Lewis can't help but watch you fall into slumber. His finger prods against your face, tracing your mouth, eyebrows, and nose. He could already remember every detail of your face. If he were a blind man, he thinks he'd have no problem telling you apart from the rest of the world.
He didn't think it was possible to love you more than he already does, but feeling the way his heart reacts wildly to you laying flush against him naked and comfortable has him ready to read his (prewritten) vows to you in the morning.
He doesn't want to sleep; he wants to stay here and take it all in. He's probably moving too fast, but he can't wait to tell your friends, your guys' family, hell, even the world, that you love him.
Hearing those words from you detonated the lengthiest, most robust orgasm from him that he'd ever experienced. He'd never come so much, so hard in his life.
Hearing you say you love him in your angelic whimpers, tears falling out the corner of your eyes, holding onto him so tight, fuck, he's hard again just thinking about it.
"I love you," he whispers into the night, kissing your forehead before turning off the lights.
-
You awake first in the morning, dazed and confused. You feel a heavy mass weighing you down. You squint, open your eyes, and you see him. Lewis, your best friend, face nuzzled in your neck, his arm thrown over your waist, holding you tight as if you were going to float away from him in your sleep.
"Oh fuck," you groan lowly as last night's events seep back into you like scenes from a movie.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You gently reach for his arm, carefully lifting it off your body. You pull a pillow from your side, pushing it under his neck as you slide away and gently drop his arm.
You were unsure of how to go about this whole situation. Would he remember it when he woke up? The passionate sex? The beautiful night? You two were off-your-face drunk. Would he laugh at the words you shared? Brush it off. You wouldn't blame him, it'd hurt for you to hear, but logically, it'd make sense; he was in a sex stupor, drunk and horny, and that'd lead to all kinds of words coming out in a daze.
There's no telling how long you stood there like a deer caught in headlights before you began pulling his shirt over your frame. You crept into his closet, thanking God for the array of shoes and clothing of your own filling his space. You tugged on a pair of Nike crew socks and a pair of boyshorts, reaching for the pair of black Ugg Tasmans Lewis had gotten.
You stood in his walk-in closet, staring at yourself in the full mirror, and sighed.
What the fuck were you supposed to do? You were sure you crossed the line this time and abandoned boundaries that were needed in order to keep your feelings at bay. You knew you couldn't keep putting yourself through the same demise.
You didn't know how you would handle the situation when it approached, but in the meantime, you knew you needed to get away from Lewis. You needed to leave his home and be far away from him before you did or said something to ruin your guys' friendship for good.
You creep from the closet quickly, not sparing a glance at the man on the bed; as you grip the handle to his bedroom door, he speaks up from behind you.
He is sat up, back against his headboard, watching you try to leave, "Just going to leave?"
You turn to him awkwardly, hand dropping from the handle, "I-uh, didn't know what you'd want, wasn't sure how to go about-"
"You're not a fucking booty call, Y/n," he says it like you're the most ridiculous person alive like he can't fathom the words coming from your mouth; because he can't.
"Just going to leave me after fucking me? Without a word, while I'm still asleep, that was your plan?"
Your mouth plops open and closed like a fish, searching for the words you stammer out incoherent excuses. Lord, he's got such a dirty mouth.
"Get back in the bed." He cuts you off.
Like a dog to a bone, you stride over to the bed, kicking off your slippers, and you're beside him again.
You're staring at the door, and he is staring at you. The covers hang low over his body, only just covering what had you going crazy last night.
You clear your throat, waiting for him to put you out of your misery. Get it over with, you thought to yourself as you braced for impact.
"Last night was fun," He hummed.
You let out a stifled laugh, finally turning to look at him. His face was still covered in morning haze, and his voice was extra raspy and groggy. He smiles as you, eyes low and droopy.
"I want to address what we-"
You thought you'd be able to take it. You aren't that fucking strong.
"Yeah, no, it's fine." you laugh awkwardly. "I understand. I feel the same way." You don't, but you continue anyway. "We were drunk and in a mad sex stupor, I'm not holding it against you."
"I don't-"
"It was a mistake," you rambled on.
Lewis' mouth plops shut, and he can't tell if his mouth has been dry from his sleep or if the words you're speaking to him have done it.
"You didn't want it?" He question abruptly, putting an end to your nervous break.
"I mean, of course, I wanted it; I initiated it. I was just drunk and turned on; no need to make it a big deal is what I'm saying; we're both off the hook."
Lewis stands from the bed, his bare body on full display. He wants to tell you to shut up and stop downplaying the night he spent with you. He wants you to say to him that you're lying, but you don't, and it's making him angrier as the second goes on.
There are so many sentences he wants to respond to, but he can only grapple with one at a time. You're talking too much, and he's talking too little.
"I was just going to make it easier for you. Usually, you prefer if girls leave, right? That's what you said."
He has said that, but why the fuck would he be talking about you. Why the fuck would other girls include you.
He looks like a wild man, and you look like his blubbering bunny.
"Why do you say shit like that?" He shouts.
His loud tone takes you aback, and your head cranes to watch him incredulously. "What are you talking about?" You fire back.
"You say stupid shit like that all of the time like I'm some kind of fucking manwhore."
You scoff, standing up from the mattress as well. At this point, you are glaring at each other from across the bed.
"You think I don't get enough of it, huh? Do you think I don't get sick of hearing you guys laugh at me? I can't help-"
"I'm not picking at you, Lew, I didn't-"
"But you look at me like that. That's how you feel?"
He wants to know if that is the reason his words went in one ear and out the other.
"Oh please, I've always told you how I feel. If I viewed you as some slut I would've said it." You wave your hand; this had to have been the stupidest argument ever, Lew knew your character, and he knew how much you admired him and his; he'd have to be a fool to think that you'd ever demean him.
"It's not about what you say! It's what you do!"
"Exactly!" you holler back. "I don't fucking laugh at you, Lew! I don't fucking kiki with the rest of the friends when they point out your new fucking flavor of the month! I defend you. You can't control it. You can't help it! You said it yourself it's in your fucking blood to fuck everything with two legs. Like having an itch, you can't scratch. I don't fucking judge you. It's just who you are." You snap. And you hate getting mad because it makes you go on and on.
"Don't even know my character enough to believe I would say some shit about you; supposed to be my best friend, and you can't even properly gauge who I am." It comes out as an angry sneer, and you're right back to slipping on your shoes.
Lewis pulls on a pair of sweats, clamoring over to you; his hand grasps your wrist before you harshly pull it away.
"Last night," he shouts, "I'm not defiling your character; you said it last night."
"Lew, last night." you laugh, you genuinely cackle. "This is because I joked that you ran rabid after leaving Nicole? You did! I was there with you, do you not fucking remember, every night someone new! Just because you slowed down doesn't mean it ever stopped."
"You called me a fucking slut, y/n! Like a fucking bitch, I wouldn't date you, Lew; you're a manwhore." He mocks.
"You called yourself that; I said if the condom fits! You're upset because I said you made it easy for me not to want to be with you? If your ego is bruised, just say that!"
And you're missing the point he is bruised yes, but because he wants you to want him and you don't. Lewis is mad that you don't want to be with him. He is hurt and bothered by the fact that you can brush off the night you spent together like it's nothing.
And you're right; Lewis knows you're right, and he's just trying to find any reason to be mad at you. Of course, you wouldn't return his feelings; when you had them, he gave his affection to other women.
But hearing the person he loves call him out for it doesn't hurt any less. He feels like an idiot now, starting an argument over a situation that wasn't even relevant. He should be telling you he loves you, but now he's gotten you fired up and knows you're hard to diffuse.
You mutter curse words under your breath, frustrated, as your shaking hands keep you from slipping on your shoes. You were never a good angry person, so you'd rather avoid conflict completely. But when your frustrations began ticking inside of you, it was only a matter of time before you finally blew.
"All of this because I answered a fucking question you asked me last night, drunk ass motherfucker! I should've never fucking told you; look where the fuck that's got us, arguing over a relationship that never even happened that we're not even fucking in, so fucking stupid! The fuck do I look like trying to keep a man who doesn't wanna be kept? I'm supposed to wait around and pine after you? No fucking way, I've had my fair share of men like you." You're not saying these words directly to Lewis; he can hear them as you get increasingly frustrated. "Fucking idiot. Calling me out my name because your feelings are hurt; if it was such a fucking issue, you would've addressed it last night. Really you should have fucking addressed everyone else."
Finally, you spin around when the slipper is on, not expecting him to be so close. You jab a finger in his chest, looking up at him. "Yeah, you've pissed me off; this is not because you think I called you a manwhore. You know you sleep around. We all know it; I never said it was a bad thing. What are you really mad at, huh, Lewis? Say it!"
He says nothing, but his brain screams the words over and over: I love you.
You let out a bitter laugh, and you're relatively calm for how fired up you had been seconds ago. "Your anger is misdirected, and I'm not going to take it. So when you figure out what's got you so pissy, talk to me because I'm not here for you to yell at."
You're leaving his room in an instant. He can hear your footfall declining down his stairs and the way you snatch your keys from the hook. You don't slam his door, but from his window, he watches as you angrily march to your car, slamming your door and reversing from his driveway way too fast. It has his heart dropping as you nearly ram into another car.
He sighs as you pull down the street and disappear from his sight. "Fuck!" He roars, his fist shooting into his wall. He lets out a deep breath, his hand coming to rub over his face. Fuck.
He feels choked up and tingly as his eyes water. The two of you had never fought this bad, which says a lot, especially for how long you've been friends. He's never called you out of your name, and today he called you a bitch. You were far from a bitch, you were his sweet bunny.
You just wanted to make sure he was comfortable and that you stayed within the bounds. How were you to know that he didn't want you to leave?
You're a mess as you drive home, tears streaming down your face. Surprised you even made it there safely.
When you're home and starting your shower, you see all of the evidence Lewis left behind on your skin, and it breaks you down into a fit of tears. You wish you had never crossed the lines because you were sure the two of you wouldn't return from this.
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Lewis has yet to contact you. It's been two weeks since that day. You tried to go about life as normal, but it was hard when you had spent every waking day talking to Lewis. You hadn't seen Roscoe since Lewis' birthday either, and that tore an entirely new part of your heart. Roscoe was like your child; he was with you when Lewis had to be on the road, so essentially, you spent an abundance of time with your four-legged friend.
You could reach out to him, but you'd be dammed if you put your pride to the side to alleviate your best friend's superiority complex.
He yelled at you, calling you out of your name first. Call it childish, but it wasn't your job to apologize first. Of course, you planned on apologizing for your own actions, for calling him an idiot, because you truly regretted it, and it has been hanging heavy over your head ever since then. But he had to give in first.
You haven't gone out with your friends as a group since then either, opting to go on your regular outing with one or two of them at a time. You've seen in Miles' story that Lewis has been out with them many times. You try not to cry as you see Lewis in the background of a video chatting up another girl in Daniel's close friends. After the initial gloom, you felt infuriated.
Here you were giving him grace, withholding time with your friends so as not to make him uncomfortable and to give him time to come to his own senses and the whole time, he's out committing the same crime that made him blow up at you. Here you were suffering because after all of these years, he still didn't show you the same grace he shows others when it comes to communicating. Why does he shut down when it comes to you but is so vocal and mature with his feelings to other people. Two things were obvious, you weren't kids anymore, and he wasn't to be coddled by you anymore. And secondly, you were done making deluded excuses for this man. He'd take accountability when it came to you.
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Lewis awakes with his head pounding; he is in a random hotel, a random woman atop his chest in deep slumber. He sneaks from the bed, searching for his phone and tugging on his clothes.
He was drunk off his ass and chatting her up because she looked like you, and in the end, when they made it back to her room, he couldn't get hard without thinking about you, and by that time, he was over it, not wanting to do anything with the woman at all. You really fucked him up.
When Lewis arrives home, he is barely sober. He pours food into Roscoe's bowl, rubbing his head.
Roscoe has been feeling the impact of your departure, too. Could Lewis even say you left him? He sighs as Roscoe whines, nudging your walking shoes left by the front door. "I know, boy. I miss her too."
Lewis didn't know why he couldn't just call you and tell you he was sorry. You left the ball in his court, so obviously, you were open to having a mature conversation with him. But as the days went on and he still hadn't called, he began to realize that perhaps he had waited too long, and it was doing more damage than good.
He stumbles up to his room, stripping from his clothes and plopping onto his bead, Roscoe is up and beside him in an instant, snuggling into his side. Like routine, his hand reaches over to his nightstand, rustling through the stack of papers until he finds one of the many letters you'd gifted him for his birthday.
Lewis always kept your letters, especially when he was far away and traveling; nothing made him happier as a kid than his dad arriving with handwritten messages for him when you couldn't make it to his races. Your birthday gift, though, was a collection of unsent letters you'd had for years, dating back to as early as high school. He reread them all, scanning every word like they were the bible. He never told you this, but he kept them in a folder that traveled everywhere with him when he had to be gone for longer periods of time.
The letter he rereads now has been attached to him since the day you left, which was from your second year in high school.
Hello Lewis,
I won't be able to make it to your race next week. Get this, I'm on punishment at sixteen years old! You're always getting me in trouble, and you're not even here :( Do you remember Henry Glasgow? Let's just say he's finally gotten what he deserved. No matter what anyone says, your work is paying off, and you're doing great! I saw you on the TV the other day, and boy, did you look great out there. Mum recorded it for me, so I rewatch it so many times a day like a weirdo. I miss you tons, Lew, but I'm so very happy that you were able to get out of this forsaken city. Don't worry; I'm still defending your honor while you're away; let Henry's nose be proof of that. I've made a friend since you've gone away, her name's Whitney but I call her whit whit just like you're my lewlew; I can't wait for you to meet her. She's very bold and different from what we're used to, but she's a sweetheart. I love her to pieces, but I love you wholly, so she's not really doing much to heal how much I miss you, Lew. This is the longest we've been away from each other, and although we talk on the telly every day, I would like to be with you again. But nevertheless, I am so very proud of you, and I support you full send. I know you can be the greatest you already are if you ask me. But I can't wait until the world knows your name. Just promise you won't leave me behind when it does, yeah? Keep moving fast; Pops likes to brag about you everywhere we go, and I love to hear anyone hype you up like you deserve; plus, I bet twenty bucks on you to win next week, and my allowance is already gone, so make me some money. I can only give you the same words of encouragement you've heard a million times, I am truly my father's daughter. You're a cheetah, Lew: move silently and let your actions do the talking. Make quick decisions, but move even quicker. I know it's hard, but don't ever let what they say get to you; you've got a greater mission to accomplish. There are people out there who admire you and have faith in you. Let me be proof of that. Always remember that what you can't say, I will.
Love you more than you'll ever know, Lew.
p.s tell Nico that unless he wants me to go broke, he needs to push it a little harder.
From Bunny. <3
-
One day of no contact became a week, and a week became a month; soon, he was in the Middle East racing in the first grand prix of the season two months later, and he still hadn't heard from you. He was racing terribly, and he couldn't even blame it on the car. On the track, he wasn't focused; he could only think about you. And that had put him into the wall (literally) more times than he could count. He had let the best person in the world slip from his grasp, and his mind couldn't grasp that.
His friends knew something was up between the two of you and for the first time ever they decided not to meddle, and he appreciated it just as he was sure you did too. That didn't mean that he didn't ask about you.
Every call home to his mum he asks about you. He sits on the phone with your dad listening to updates on your life. They never question anything between you and him so he assumes you haven't disclosed your argument to anyone. But they know, they always know.
He could tell you were taking every step in order to ensure that you wouldn't run into him. When your family came out to see him you were miracously always busy with work. When your friends invited you out you were never feeling well.
He felt bad that you felt you had to sacrifice your enjoyment just to not be around him.
He revels in the glimpses he gets of you on your friends story, chuckles at the constant pictures Daniel posts of you that you obviously wouldn't have agreed to. He knows you probably threatened to kill him everytime. He likes every picture.
He nearly cries as he watches you from a fan account, bouncing Nicholas up and down as he places on podium in one of his own races.
Your dad's birthday was next week, and he knew you weren't going to miss it. He also knew he wasn't going to skip out on your father, so he mentally prepared himself to be a man and get his shit together. There was no way you could avoid him when you were stuck with him for a week.
*
You, Miles, and Nicholas had been out and about all day exploring the town before you finally decided to head back to the villa. When you three initially left, everyone else was bunkering down for a post-flight nap.
When you opened the door, you froze in your tracks as you saw Lewis hugging your dad in greeting. You don't know why you figured he wouldn't show, but when he wasn't on the flight with the rest of you guys, it had your hopes high.
Everyone's head swivels toward the front door as you emerge, he makes eye contact with you and even goes as far to offer you a smile. You don't return it. Nicholas rushes pass you to hug his brother jostling the many bags in your arm as he passes by.
Lewis hugs him, but his eyes once again fleet back to you.
You suck your teeth, looking away from him and waltzing up the stairs and towards the back of the house where you had claimed your room.
You hardly had the time or the energy to worry about Lewis. You were tired, and the Brazilian heat had you going through it. You kick your bedroom door closed and drop your bags onto your bed.
All you had to do was get through a week of being in his presence. You had your friends and family here with you. It wouldn't be too hard to stay away from him. You shower and then get dressed right in time for dinner.
The sun was still out by the time you descended the stairs; everyone had been lounging around in the living room waiting for you to finish.
Lewis feels like a starved bear as the dress sways against your thighs. Like always, you look beautiful.
"And the princess has arrived!" Your cousin shouts, "Girl, hurry your ass up, we've been waiting on you. I'm hungry." The room erupts in laughter as you pause on the stairs and shoot her the middle finger.
"Doesn't the princess deserve a grand entrance?"
Your head immediately turns to Lewis as if you can feel his stare on you. He sits, legs spread open, hands folded in his lap, and looks at you like he had had the night of his birthday. Like he wants to devour you.
You shake the memory from your head as everyone heads out of the door and piles into the three sprinters out front.
"Aw, twins!" Whit coos, pointing between you and Lewis, "So in sync."
You let out the fakest laugh he's ever heard, wiping the smile clean from his face, "Ah ha ha, let's go."
When it's your time to pass through the door, you feel a presence behind you, and you know it's Lewis as his signature cologne wafts through your nostrils. As you descend down the front steps, you feel his hand come up to rest against your lower back.
A part of you wants to tell him to back up and that you don't need his assistance, but the soft spot you'll always have for him has you accepting his graces.
You freeze, watching as two of the three vehicles pull off, fuck.
So much for being able to avoid him.
You can still feel him hot on your trail as you waddle to the last sprinter. You're helped up by the driver, offering him a sweet smile. Ironically enough, the last two seats are side by side in the back row.
You groan internally, slipping into the seat by the window. Lewis follows after you, slipping between you and Miles.
"So what? This is the kid's bus?" You joke, leaning over the seat in front of you to tug on your cousin's braids. "Be happy it is." She grins, pulling a bottle of Clase Azul from the floor. Everyone erupts into cheers as she passes the bottle around. She hands it to you first, but you quickly pass it on to Lewis. You hadn't drunk alcohol since that night, and when you tried, the smell of it physically made you sick. You were convinced that the stress of that night had made your brain repel your favorite pastime.
"Girl." Whitney gasped, "You're not drinking?"
"Hell no, I gag just thinking about that shit."
It's been so long since Lewis last heard your voice and seen you so carefree he wants to shout out his praises as you start a conversation within the van.
Your leg is flush against his, your thigh rubbing against his own with every jostle you take down the bumpy roads.
You don't speak to Lewis throughout the entire ride. When he speaks, you tune into your phone or manage another conversation with those around you. Though it does bring you an unwanted sense of comfort to hear his childlike giggles again. You'd missed them just as much as you missed him.
This time, when the doors open, they are opened on your side, and you cheerfully hop out, wrapping your arms around your girls and skidding to the dock where you can see a great portion of your family and friends already loaded onto the yacht.
You loved celebrating; it was no secret you were the life of the party anywhere you went, which is why you were always so grand when it came to spending time with the people you loved. Life is beautiful, as your father would say; you might as well live like it.
Lewis and the guys exit behind you all, he watches you scamper off with that stunning smile on your face waving to the family members and friends you hadn't saw yet.
An hour goes on of everyone mixing and mingling; your family is technically Lewis' as well, so it's no surprise when he is pulled into hugs and smooches left and right. It makes it easy to avoid him every time you sense him getting closer. You see him catching up with your grandparents, aunt, uncles, and cousins.
He is close to your entire family, which made it even more annoying for you to be asked about Lewis in damn near every conversation. You were never nasty about it because, after all, you two shared the same relationships, so you simply smiled and directed your family toward him with every inquiry. You didn't expect his relationship with your family to end just because you two weren't...you two?
And then another wave of questioning is aiding in your irritated mood, we're the two of you even best friends anymore. Best friends don't go months without speaking to each other.
Lewis can't help but watch your every move. It's obvious to everyone that there is a lingering tension between you two. There has never been a moment where the two of you weren't connected at the hip. So, the safe distance you're keeping between the two of you is making questions arise. He is standing off to the side, his mind running; he's never once felt like an outsider in your life more than now. His feelings were hurt because, for the first time, he was getting updates about you from others rather than being the one dishing the facts out. He's used to knowing everything when it comes to you, and now it feels like he's chapters behind in a book everyone else is close to finishing.
"I know my daughter." Your dad speaks up from behind Lewis as he watches him watch you. Lewis turns his head, catching sight of your father before walking and leaning his back onto the railing beside him. "And I know you just as well; why are you two acting like divorcée?"
"What's happened, my boy?"
Lewis shakes his head, eyes downcast to the glass in his hand. He couldn't tell your father that he'd spent the night of his birthday making love to you and having the most romantic twilight he'd ever experienced. He couldn't tell him that he spewed out his true feelings in the midst of it and fucked shit up the next morning.
"We haven't talked in months," Lewis admits.
Your dad leans away from Lewis, eyes set in disbelief. "Months?"
Lewis only nods, looking straight ahead at you. You're standing with his father infront of a group, his arm thrown over your shoulder, yours wrapped around his waist, his father is obviously a wee bit tipsy as he laughs boisterously, you're supporting his frame throwing in side comments to whatever story his father was telling.
"Do you want to talk to her?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then why are you not?" He inquires like it's all so simple.
"Because it's your daughter," he scoffs. "And when she's mad, she's mad. It's not that easy."
You father laughs, "She is her mother's daughter." He corrects. "You know her, eventually she always puts her pride to the side. She's waiting for you to talk to her first. Have you tried."
"No, sir."
He lets out a boisterous laugh that has a sheepish smile skittering onto Lewis' face.
"You're too old to still be scared of my baby. My best advice is this: you lot know each other better than anyone in the world and love each other more than anyone in the world. If you think she's willing to give that up and vice versa, you're both idiots."
Lewis nods. They stand in contemplative silence as the older man's hand comes up to clap against his shoulder, where he holds onto Lewis as they sip from their glasses.
"You know," Lewis lights up, "that's where she gets that shit from; she called me an idiot when we argued."
"And were you being an idiot?" He queries.
"Well, Yes, sir."
"Okay then." He walks away not sparing so much as another word to Lewis and he is once again left alone.
You were relieved when dinner started, only to approach the table and see name cards posted in front of every seat. Just your luck. Right next to your seat, the postcard next to you reads Sir Lewis.
This time, you physically couldn't control your reaction as you threw your hands on your hips, your eyes searching for someone to switch with. Just as you reached over to swap Lewis' and Anthony's place cards, the group approached, and everyone stared at you with inquisitive eyes as you slowly dropped them back into place.
You smiled, sliding into your designated seat, eyes straight ahead as your father and Lewis slipped into their own.
Lewis side-eyes you as he sees that it was his name you tried to swap. You were always so petty.
You feel his stare on you and give him your back to face as you focus on your father who stands tapping his wine glass with a knife.
Like always your father begins to give a speech. You loved listening to him speak, even if he was lecturing you, he always managed to engrain some life lesson into your memory.
"Welcome, family and friends. I want to first start off by saying I appreciate you all for coming; if you're here today, you're either family or a friend, so in the end, that makes you all family. No matter when or how I met you, you have touched a special place in my heart, and you've made this life of mine beautiful. We've all become connected somewhere along the line, and now, hopefully, we're stuck with each other for the rest of our lives. As each year goes on and I grow older with it, I am reminded of just how meaningful it is to carry relationships on with you from one year to the next. We've done that." He laughs.
"Most of us have been in each other's lives since the beginning, Anthony has been my best friend since we were nine." He chuckled tilting his glass at Lewis' dad. Anthony raises his own right back at him.
"We've done everything together, damn near walked through each part of our lives together. He had a son, and months later, I had my daughter. Bam!" he laughs, and the table laughs with him. You smile at the mention of your father and his best friend; they were truly a pair like no other.
"Our friendship continues on through our children; we pass on our camaraderie; through our kids, we get more kids." He motions around to your friends. "And our family is even bigger. I've got my family, I've got my wife's family, Anthony's family, our children's family, and we're all now family. We've got each other for life! We're proof of that; we stick together and treat each other right, and if we don't, we always find our way back together again and start over because that's what a family does. Every year, you guys show up for me, and I show up for you. And I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday than with you. Life is beautiful and even more beautiful when you're spending it with the right people. So I thank you for being the right people."
There are no dry eyes after his speech. You reach over to hug him when he sits, pressing your lips to his cheek. "I love you, Dad."
Chatter emerges as everyone marvels at your dad's words. To your left, Lewis is quite emotional. His dad's arm comes up to pull his son into his side, and for the first time today, you watch him with no shame. He looks like a kid again in his dad's arms as he gets emotional, and your heart breaks.
It's not in your character to be mean to Lewis. You know this, which is why you haven't even bothered being a bitch to him, even though a part of you desperately craves to hurt his feelings like yours has been for the last two months. You pull your phone from your purse, and before you unlock it, his reflection glares at you from your blank screen. He isn't facing you but staring blankly ahead, and your resolve crumbles slightly.
He looks like little Lew, face set in a frown and tuned out to the world around him. You think back to all of the times he'd get into his own head, bothered about why the other kids didn't talk to him and why they were nasty to him when they did. How many times he's nestled into you the same way when he felt his heart take a hit.
He's always been a softie. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, it was one of the things you admired about him so much. His ability to let people see him fully. You were never good at that. If you were, you could gaurantee that you and Lewis wouldn't even be in this situation to begin with.
You are sure that you can hear your heart beating rapidly as you reach down and grasp onto his hand. You pretend to scroll mindlessly through your phone when you hear his breath hitch. Lewis struggles to keep his resolve as he intertwines his fingers with yours. He could cry again right now.
Your dad was right; he'd always been right. You think back to the times when you were younger when you would tell him why you and Lewis were sitting so far apart.
"Baby," he would lift your head with a gentle smile, "You know how many times Anthony got on my damn nerves or we had a quarrel, even with your mother. Just have to talk it out, right? That's the kind of friendship you don't let slip away, no matter what. And if he's mad at you, you fight for him. If you're mad at him, you fight for him. Don't ever let something ruin it when you could fix it before it gets bad."
When the food comes out, your stomach flips, sushi lines the table, and your insides feel like they're being shaken. You snatch your hand from Lewis' and toss it over your mouth as the fish is placed in front of you.
"Baby, you love sushi." Your dad says, pushing your plate away from you.
"I don't know what-" You don't finish your sentence rushing away from the table in a put together manner, you hurry to the other side of the boat where you make it just in time to empty your stomach. Nothing comes out as you dry heave over the water. A hand comes to rub at your back and your hair is being held back.
"Hey, you okay?" It's Lewis and his tone is full of concern as his hand constanly moves in caring circles.
You jump away from his comforting hands, throwing a glare in his direction.
"What do you want?" you hiss, preparing to step down from the altitude of the railing.
He holds out his hand ready to help you down and you almost reach for it before huffing and turning baack around folding your arms over the railing. If the sushi wasn't going to have you throwing up Lewis prescence surly would. You felt overwhelmed as he speaks up from behind you.
"Wow."
"Wow, what, Lewis?"
"So I'm Lewis now?"
"Is that not your name?" You snap back.
You feel his body heat behind you, this time closer.
"Not to you, you know that though."
"Nicknames are for friends."
"Shut up." He smacks his teeth.
"No!" you argue, turning around your chest bumps into his, "You shut up!"
you both childishly bicker back and forth.
“What are you being mean to me for, huh? Don't say that."
"I've got a right to be mean to you."
"I don't got time for your nasty ass attitude right now." He says.
"Good. The fuck." you ramble, turning around, "nobody asked you to follow me."
"I followed you because you're still my best friend, stubborn ass."
"Couldn't tell." You rebutted.
"See, I'm trying to talk to you, y/n. Why say something like that? Stop acting like-." He groans.
"Like what, like a bitch?" You look at him over your shoulder, watching his face drop. "That's what I thought."
"I wasn't about to call you a bitch."
Yeah, again, you think.
You stand in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the water sloshing against the boat.
"Your dad has a knick for speeches." He announces, "Always targeting us, huh?"
"That's my dad for you."
"I-, you're still my best friend, that will never change. No matter how long we go without talking to each other."
"I know." It comes out as a sigh and you let out a groan, dropping your head into your folded arms.
"Why didn't you call me?" You ask, "I waited for you to call."
"I was scared, I knew I fucked up, and I think us having sex created a weird dynamic with it. I kinda felt like a booty call or something, I don't know; you trying to leave triggered something in me, made me feel like it wasn't..."
He lets out a sigh, and you know he has that hard thinking face on. "meaningful what we did together." He finally concludes.
"I thought that's what you would've wanted, I'm sorry."
"For other people, yes. But not my best friend."
And there are those two words again, like two blades slicing you in half, best friend, that's all you'd ever be.
Lewis was your best friend, nothing less, nothing more. This is all it'd ever be, and that thought alone, although valid, had you knuckling at your eyes.
"You okay, bunny?"
You can't help the sad smile that appears or the way your heart flutters at the nickname; no matter the situation, you'll always be his bunny.
You slump back against his chest as you step back from the railing. "I'm fucking dying," you whine, and he laughs at your dramatics.
"You're not dying, love." He chuckles. He stands flush behind you, one arm coming around to dangle off your shoulder, the other holding your hand at your side. "How are you going to tell me?" You huff, and it seems as if nothing ever happened between you two as he turns you around and holds you close; he throws both of his arms over your shoulder, wrapping you into his tight embrace, and your face is crammed in his neck, breathing in his scent.
And in that moment, you both could've sworn fireworks erupt in the sky as your hearts beat against each other's chest. It feels like the missing piece in your lives from the last two months has been returned, and the machine is running excellently.
"Because I know you, what's wrong, huh? Got a tummy ache." He coos. And his soft, caring tone has your stomach doing flips.
You don't know how long you stand there in his embrace before you finally wrap your arms around his torso.
"I'm still mad at you." You declare.
"I know."
"I still want an apology."
"I'm sorry."
You feel your nausea ease away as you sway to the beat of his heart against your chest.
This is the first moment of relief Lewis has felt in two months, his heart is not in a panicked state and his mind is even better off.
"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot. It's been bothering me since I said it." You announce, "I don't think you're an idiot. I still think you're the smartest person in the world."
Your eyes water as you apologize, and Lewis hears the sniffle you let out. You remember how much it hurt your heart to see Lewis struggle to catch on in school as a kid, the words the teachers would spit at him, and how he'd let it get to him. You never wanted to make him feel the same way.
"I don't want you to think of me like the rest of them."
Lewis grasps your shoulders, inching you away softly, "I'd never look at you that way," he declares. "I was being an idiot, I know how you meant it, bunny. I should be apologizing for what I said to you. I don't think you were being a bitch; I've never in my life thought about you that way or even remotely considered calling you out of your name. I was just mad."
His hands come up to cup your face, and his thumbs swipe away the wetness underneath your eyes. He sighs, pulling you back into him. "I don't ever wanna not talk to you again, fucked me up."
"But you never called me."
"Didn't think you wanted me to, didn't know what to do, you'd never been that mad at me before, was scared." He admitted.
"I thought you were finally done with me."
"Never that."
"Are we okay?" You examine.
"We're always going to be more than okay. It feels right with me still, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then, we're back like it never happened." He assured.
And he thinks he can stay like this forever, you in his arms as the sunsets on the boat. He can't think of anything more peaceful than watching the sky change colors and the warm hues making your skin glow in the softest way as he revels in the comfort of your warm body and beating heart.
He wants to unleash his feelings right then and there, "I love you."
"I love you more."
You both speak honestly, wishing that the other would return the same affection. Your parents watch on from above.
"Wouldn't know if it hit them over the head." Your mom shakes her head sipping her wine.
"So in their face." Anthony exhales, throwing his hand up, "Mhmm, mhm, mhm."
"Those are our kids, damn idiots." Your dad finishes, but unlike his counterparts, he wears a knowing smile on his face.
-
"There are a few things we need to clarify before we move on from this." You announce before you rejoin your family and friends.
"What's that?"
"That was a one-time thing for the sake of our friendship; no more sex, no more mentioning it; it never happened."
Lewis freezes in his spot, his arm falling from your shoulder as you take another step. You, too, freeze, turning around to take him in.
He is standing, his eyes furrowed like he's in deep thought.
That would be an easy rule for him to follow if he wasn't struggling as you speak to think about anything other than you every day and how great you felt around him.
"What?" You question.
"I-" he coughs, "I can do that."
"Don't make it weird." You warn, eyeing him.
"Was the best sex I've ever had in my life, though." He admits with a smirk. You push him away as he tries to wrap his arm around you again.
"Goodbye, Lewis." You laughed, walking ahead of him.
He happily stays behind you, watching the way your bottom moves in the dress, and once again, he feels the same burning desire. He could get by without mentioning it if you wanted, but he was absolutely and completely sure you ruined him for anyone else.
Ever since he could remember, his passionate moments never ensued without you flickering through his mind at least once to jump-start him. But actually having you, God he was sure he'd never see another woman again.
As you rejoin everyone else at the front of the boat, you once again see everyone spread out, and you realize just how long you'd been marveling at Lewis' presence as you notice the appearance of the moon.
You gasp as you see a serving bowl full of mango calling your name as you pass by the treat table. You pick it up with ease, stuffing your mouth as you approach your friends who, like always, have banded together in their own little world.
You make eye contact with Whitney, who is looking at you in pure wonder. You shoot her your own look of inquisition. When you take the empty seat beside her, she is still eyeing you like you have two heads.
"Girl, what?" you whisper, your mouth full of mango.
She shakes her head at you, turning and muttering under her breath. You slap her bare thigh, "what?" you whisper shout.
"We'll talk about it later." She declares, throwing back two shots back to back.
"Whit," you whine, "you know I hate when you do that."
"Yeah, but trust me, later is better."
You sigh, turning away from her and getting back to eating your fruit as Lewis approaches the group and takes the seat beside Mori. "Someone’s happy." Miles teases.
You look up at him, and sure enough, there is a shit-eating grin covering his face. "More than happy."
Whit is still mumbling to herself as you stare back at Lewis, when you look at her she is digging through her bag, "No, there's just now way."
-
Sure enough, as soon as you make your way back to the villa, Whitney is dragging you away from the rest of the group and into your bedroom. Lewis shoots you a questioning look as she yanks you from your seat. You can only shrug at him as you trip over your own two feet.
She opens the door to your connecting bathroom, waving her arms for you to enter dramatically after you just stand there and stare at her.
"Ouu, girl." You warn, walking past her, "I need you to start using some words."
When you step foot into the bathroom, she pushes something into your palm.
You angle your head down, realizing that what lies in your hand is a pregnancy test. You throw it at her in shock. "Eww bitch."
"It's not used, dummy." Whit catches it.
You gasp, reaching for her hands, "Oh my god! Are you pregnant?" You whisper shout, excitement seeping through.
"No!" She shouts back in a whisper closing your bathroom door. Your hands are cupped in front of your chest like an exicited child. She turns to face you again only this time she's adorning the most serious look she's ever given you.
"I think you are, though."
Your hands drop down to your sides, one going to your hip that pokes out as you scoff.
"Whit." It's all you say.
"Y/n. Please just take it, ease my mind."
"What even makes you think I could be pregant whit." You huff pulling the stick from her waiting hand.
She sits on the side of the bathtub as you lift your dress and plop down onto the toilet.
"You've been feeling out of it for a while; at first, I thought it was the heat, but you've been having nausea and headaches long before this trip. The smell of alcohol makes you sick, and you're a fucking alcoholic, c'mon now-"
"I am not a fucking alcoholic-"
"The sushi! You fucking love sushi. Out of everything to eat, an entire fucking serving bowl of mangoes, so many fucking mangoes, Y/n!"
As she continues, you begin to feel nerves bubble in your gut as you tinkle onto the test.
Your heart drops to your ass as you put the pieces together.
You haven't had a period in two months, which didn't raise any alarms before; irregularity was common for you. But now that you think about it, you have been unusually sick in the mornings and around certain foods and smells. You have been craving some things more than usual, and your scale shows a tiny bit of weight gain.
Two months ago you had sex with Lewis. With no condom, and he came inside of you. He most definitely fucked his cum back into you. The memory has you clutching your chest with a gasp that made Whit reach out to catch you just in case you toppled over.
"Oh my fucking god." you gasp, pulling the stick from beneath you and tossing it onto the sink. You wipe yourself and then stand to wash your hands.
"Oh fuck." you panic, and your hands are coming up to grasp your head.
"On the bright side, if it's positive, you're a mommy. You've always wanted to be a mom!" Whit cheers softly.
You turn to her with quickness. "Yes, Whit! When I'm fucking married and settled down, not when I fucking-"
The alarm tone from Whit's phone has you shutting up mid-sentence.
"I set the alarm when you peed," she whispered meekly.
She motions for you to pick up the test, and you wanna tell her to get out when you see the excitement covering her face.
You reach behind you, hand tapping blindly against the counter until the stick is in your hand.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose.
When you open your eyes, you see the result clear as day, which has you clutching your pearls.
"I'm going to pass out, I can't breathe."
"Let me see!" Whit all but shouts, jumping up, but you're already reaching for the door handle.
"Where are you going?" She shrieks as you swing the door open, leaving her behind.
"I need to tell Lewis."
"Oh boo," she pouts, "I understand he's your best friend and all, but at least tell me first, I'm the one who brought the test."
You turn to her with watery eyes and a look that tells her all she needs to know.
"Lewis is the baby's father?" She whisper shouts, jumping back like you've thrown cold water in her face.
"What the fuck? When did you sleep with fucking Lewis?" She ponders aloud. "Oh my god, is this why you two haven't been you two?"
"Whit," you groan. "I promise, I don't have the mental capacity to unpack all of this with you right now. There's a fucking baby growing inside of me, my best friend's baby and I don't know what to do with myself."
"Yeah," she nods sympathetically, "I'm sorry, yeah. You talk to Lewis and when you're ready I'll be here for you to lean on." She pulls you into a hig before grasping you by the shoulders.
"Whatever you decide just remeber it's your choice, okay? You call the shots Y/n. You know I'll support you either way, and you know Lewis, he'll understand."
You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the back of your palm.
"Get yourself together, mama, I'm going to send him in, okay?"
You nod and rush over to your closet. You pull a pair of sweats on and then pull off your dress and toss on an oversized hoodie.
There is a knock on your door before it gently creaks open. Lewis pokes his head through with a gentle smile.
"Hey, everything okay? Whit told me to meet you in here, I didn't know if she wanted to strangle me or hug me, but she said it was urgent."
You shove the pregnancy test into the pocket of your hoodie, stepping out of the closet.
He enters the room, gently closing the door. He approaches you with his arms already open, seeing the teary expression.
"Lewis, can you actually sit down for me. I have to talk to you about something."
He's not sure what he expects to come from your mouth, but it wasn't what he heard.
"I'm pregnant. It's yours."
You surely weren't expecting him to look so relieved. "Why are you looking so-"
"Are you sure?"
You scoff, crossing your arms, "Yes, I'm sure it's yours, you dick. I don't sleep around-"
"What, no! Are you positive that you're pregnant?"
"Oh." You halt, and you pull the test from your hoodie, watching as he approaches you. He takes it from your hands, looking at it with sparkling eyes, "Wow."
"Wow?" You question, "Lewis, I'm pregnant with your child. Freak out a little."
"Why," he asks, "Are you freaking out? How do you feel?" His eyes are no longer on the test in his hands but staring intently into yours.
"Yes, I am freaking out, there is a fetus in my womb."
"Yeah, yeah." He breathes. "Whew, talk to me. What do you want?"
"I- I want to." You shake your head, pushing past him to sit on your bed. He follows after kneeling in front of you and placing the test beside you.
"I am with whatever you want, you know that, right?"
"Yes, but."
"But nothing," Lewis states. "If you want to keep our baby, you keep it. I know you've always wanted a family."
"Exactly," you sigh, "a family."
"Bunny, we're already a family. I'll be there you know I will."
"What about everyone else? What will they say?"
"I don't care about other people or what they have to say. I only care about you and what you want."
"I want to keep it, and I understand if it's not something you want. Won't hold it against you; you didn't ask for-"
"You're losing me. I'm not just going to let you raise our kid on your own. I want people to know it's my child."
"Lewis, they're going to-"
"Once again, I don't care what people think."
"Oh my god, I'm going to be prancing around all jolly and happy carrying your child, and when people ask, I'll just say, oh yeah, Lewis and I had very erotic sex, and now I'm carrying his illegitimate child."
"Don't call my child illegitimate. What the fuck?" He smacks his teeth.
"My child," you state, mushing his head back.
His hands reach up and rest on each of your thighs. "Our child."
"Still illegitimate," you sigh. "What if I find a man who'll marry me pregnant? Does that still-"
"I'm the Dad." Lewis asserts, he knows you're joking, but the idea of another man marrying you, let alone claiming his child, has him ready to kill a man who doesn't even exist. Besides, he would marry you in a heartbeat.
This is all too real for you at the moment, and you find yourself letting out another whine, "My job, I have a job, Lew."
"You and I both know that I make more money than I can spend." He assures you, his hands now rubbing up and down your legs.
He looks like an excited puppy waiting at your feet.
"Lew, that's not realistic."
"Why not?" He scoffs.
"Because what if one day you start hating me and them I'm left alone with-"
"That could never happen, bunny, that'll never happen."
"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I've never had a baby before."
He laughs, pulling himself up onto the bed beside you and cupping your hands in his. "We'll figure it out together. Gonna be the best parents in the world."
"Our parents are going to die." You laugh.
"Your mom probably overheard the others chatting about how we'd probably end up having a family one day."
"My dad still thinks we're going to marry each other one day. Ew, he's going to know I had sex with you." You cringe.
"Don't say it like you didn't enjoy it." He feigns offense.
"We know who enjoyed it more, Sir."
"I'm not denying it, don't call me that." His arm reaches back and pulls one of your pillows onto his lap.
"You horny fuck." You cackle, watching the sheepish look blanket his expression.
"I can't help it; you're calling me sir; you're carrying my child. That's two kinks in one."
"Lewis!" you shriek, whacking him with your own pillow.
"You do realize having sex has brought a lot of sexual tension to the surface, or is that just me?"
You could talk about things with Lewis that would make other people uncomfortable without there being any problems at all.
"It was very charged." You agree, looking back at him as he leans back, his elbows holding him up.
"Just charged? I gave you my all, Girl." He flicks your head.
"Don't hit me, I'm with child." You joke, and he lets out a genuine laugh, his head falling back. "If I'm being honest, it was the best sex I've ever had, too."
He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders like it's no big deal. "Yeah, get told that a lot, so."
You snatch the pillow from his lap launching it at his face as you laugh with him, "I bet. I always thought if we were to have kids they'd be best friends like us, now we're having a kid together."
Lewis always hoped that he had kids with you, so in a way this was a dream come true, he was one step closer to having you in every way he wanted. He had an inkling now that the possibility of the two of you being together was becoming more realistic than it'd ever been.
You were agreeing to bring a life into this world with him, and he knows he's said it a million times, but this time he was absolutely sure, there was nothing and he means nothing that could ever make his love for you fade. He'd never stop loving you, if anything this announcement has made his desires increase tenfold.
And he could only hope it'd possibly open your eyes to your own, there was no way a person could speak to another like that if it wasn't real. There was no way you could be so open to bringing a child into this world with him if you didn't treasure him too.
Case in point, Lewis was done waiting on the sidelines.
I luv luv luv y'all.
so here's part two!
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Guys please 😭 miscommunication is not the only way to conjure up conflict in a situation please 😭 i am begging
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I’m so happy that BellSis and Mum sorted it out and are able to communicate more. The fact she was able to go to her for advice was really sweet and probably a healing moment for the both of them 🥹. I hope it continues.
Jules now being the go between the both of them is sooo 😭😭😂😂 from the beginning chapters I wouldn’t have expected we’d end up here but im glad we are lol.
Trent finally being a man and doing the right thing - thank god! I’m so happy that they had that conversation that I’ve been begging for 67 years and it’s FINALLY OFFICIAL! Him dropping the L word first too?? Kind of expected because this crush has lasted since forever. May this be the end of the miscommunication goooodddd We have suffered 😭😭
Jobe is forever scared that she’s gonna leave (she will 🤭) but he’s acting like Liverpool is another country and not a city 2 hours away via the M6 😂😂😂
Anyway im so happy fren! This story has come so far and i can’t wait to see its continuation 🩷
The Sweetest Taboo part 13 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, and angst
Word Count: 12.6 K
Note: This took me very long to write and edit, honestly I could have spent more time on it but it's already been like 2 weeks since I've updated and I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. I hope you'll enjoy!
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen
Today was your last full day in Madrid so you were spending it with your mum. You promised her the entire day and the first thing on her list was to take Jude to training.
“How is it you still can’t drive?” you teased Jude, looking back at him in the backseat.
“I haven’t had time,” he shrugged.
“So you’re just going to be a scrub forever?” you raised an eyebrow at him with a taunting smirk on your lips.
“I am not!” He tried to defend himself but he already knew he couldn’t win this argument.
“You’re actually worse, hanging out the passenger side of your mum’s ride? Are you not embarrassed!?” you teased your scowling younger brother.
“Mum!” Jude groaned, running to his mother for help as usual.
“Maybe you should work on learning to drive Jude,” she glanced back at him through the rear facing mirror and sank any chance he had of getting back at you.
“Even mum knows you’re a scrub,” you laughed and sat upright in your seat, satisfied you won this round.
“You are actually so mean,” Jude complained, trying to get sympathy from your mother but she didn’t join in.
“I’m not mean, I’m building your character,” you turned to wink at him before facing front once more. He gave a deep roll of his eyes and kissed his teeth at you. The two of you bickered some more until your mum finally stepped in and cut you both off from going for each other's throats as you were now driving into the training ground.
“Have a good day, don’t get into any trouble!” you babied Jude as he got out of the car for training. Jude rolled his eyes at your fake kindness after all the shade you’d thrown him in the car earlier but he still waved at you both before heading into training.
“You know he’ll miss you when you go back home,” your mum mentioned as she drove off.
“Jude? Please all he does is complain that I’m using all the hot water in the house and eating his snacks,” you smiled.
“Yeah but he loves you, he always complains about missing you and Jobe,” she patted your knee.
“We miss him too,” you honestly answered, “it is hard being apart,” your smile dropped as that feeling of incompleteness when your family was split hit you.
“I know,” she sighed, “I wish it could be different sometimes,” she also became saddened.
“Me too but it’s for the best, Jude and Jobe are doing so great,” you said to take the weight off her shoulders. You knew it must be hard for her too. She glanced at you, grateful for your support.
“Yeah…and so are you,” she added you into the equation, replacing her eyes on the road, “I’m proud of you,” she gave you assurance you didn’t know you needed.
“Thanks mum,” you gave her a smile of appreciation. It was easy for you to have felt forgotten over the years that everything seemed to be dedicated to Jube and Jobe so it was nice to know she noticed you too.
After dropping Jude off the two of you went to the market to do some shopping. You perused the display of fruit before you, admiring the range while your mum did the actual picking besides you. The topics had been casual between the two of you; things like how your friends were doing and what you thought about Madrid until she unexpectedly switched gears.
“So…Jude told me a bit about Trent,”
“What did he say?” you immediately asked, instantly anxious about what Jude could have said.
“Just that you two were not in the best place,” she expounded and made you wince. Of course Jude couldn’t keep his mouth shut and of all the things he could say he had to tell your mother your relationship was on the rocks. Perfect.
“We’re fine,” you deflected and picked up an orange.
“You sure?” she prodded because she knew it wasn’t true. Obviously, Jude told her otherwise but even if he hadn’t, the visible way in which you caged up about the topic spoke to her assumption more than anything. You looked at her, planning to repeat that things were fine but the look on her face showed you weren’t going to get out of this conversation by saying it was fine.
“We just...we’re going through something but it's fine,” you only gave a little. You really didn’t want to get into it with your mother so you silently hoped she would let go of the topic.
“What sort of thing?” she crushed your hopes, proving she wouldn’t let it go. She was adamant to get you to open up on the issue.
“Mum can we not,” you childishly groaned, resorting to a bit of petulance to try to get yourself out of this conversation.
“Y/n, I’m your mum, maybe I can help you if you tell me what’s happening,” she pushed for you to open up, “has he hurt you? Is it something dangerous?” She took a dramatic turn.
“No…it’s not like that!” you immediately shut down that idea. You didn’t need your mum thinking Trent was a bad guy. You still weren’t convinced she was even on board with you dating him so the last thing you needed was for her to actively turn against him before your relationship even got off the ground!
“Okay well let me help, I won’t judge,” she promised and you looked at her like she must not be serious. Judging was the default for her. “I promise, I won’t,” she insisted, trying to get your trust. She didn’t gain it but you felt there was no other option but to confess.
“Alright so basically…yeah he and I have been…at odds, on my end I’m a bit frustrated he hasn’t made our relationship official and on his…he seems to be a bit jealous,” you opened up to her but kept things vague. You hoped that would satisfy her and she’d just jump straight to her advice from there and leave you be.
“Jealous about what?” she prodded and you internally sighed about your plan not going as hoped.
“He…well I was kind of talking to another guy when I was seeing Trent and he really didn’t like that,” you looked down as the veil of guilt fell over your head. The more you said the more you felt uncomfortable about speaking about all of this.
“You were cheating on him?” your mother questioned, surprised that you would.
“No!” you immediately shot that down, “I wasn’t really seeing the other guy, he was just…he was texting me…and calling me,” you jumped to dispute that assumption but the more you spoke the worse it sounded to your ears, “it wasn’t cheating,” you grumbled, “I didn’t do anything but Trent reacted badly and now he won’t get over it,” you tried to take it off your shoulders to ease your mother’s judgement of you but that tactic only forced you to reveal more of your feelings.
“Hmm…so did he say that’s why your relationship isn’t moving forward?” she asked a question that made you stop to think. Was that why?
“Umm…no, he hasn’t said anything about it honestly,” you bit your lip. “I don't even know what he’s really thinking,” you spoke under your breath, thinking out loud. You didn’t have the headspace to worry about what you were telling and not telling your mother anymore. Your spirit had become deflated as the worry about feeling so disconnected from Trent sunk in. You two were arguing so much but you really didn’t even know what he was thinking about your future - if he was even thinking about it at all.
“So where do you two plan to go from here?” she asked, rather than just giving her opinions. You focused on the fruit in front of you and shrugged.
“I don’t know…it seems every time we speak these days we fight,” you picked up an apple to distract yourself from the squeezing feeling in your chest at the reality of yours and Trent’s situation. “What should I do?” you swallowed your pride and asked her for help.
“Well for one, you two can’t just fight, you have to have a real conversation with him,” she recommended but that didn’t feel plausible with the current tension between you and Trent.
“I’m not sure we can do anything but fight,” you spoke more to yourself.
“Then maybe it’s time to let go,” you turned your attention to her when she suggested that. “Relationships have hard times y/n but if he’s the one then even in the hard times you’ll still be able to love each other,” she continued, reaching out to hold your arm as she saw you become subtly unsettled. “If you can’t see this through, then he wasn’t the one for you and that’s okay,” she rubbed your arm.
“I want him to be mum,” your voice squeaked as you held back a sudden swell in your throat. “I want him to be the one,” your voice decreased in volume and your heart squeezed at the thought of Trent not being that. Your mother spoke so casually about letting him go but the thought of that was anything but casual to you.
“I know…and I hope he is but don’t let yourself get too caught up in what you want him to be, see him for what he is and decide if that’s who you need,” she remained straight with you. “You only have one life y/n, don’t waste your love,” she let go of your arm and left your heart heavy. You didn’t think you were wasting your love on Trent but now you weren’t sure. What if he wasn’t who you needed? You shook your head physically to shake the thought, you couldn’t handle letting that idea take over your brain right now.
Fortunately, your mum didn’t press you any more about Trent. When she changed the topic to dinner, you forced a smile back on your face until it felt real. You did your best to ignore the negativity for the remainder of the day while out with your mother but when you got home, the weight of your ignored thoughts and feelings presented their toll. You stepped through the threshold of the house and into the feelings of physical and mentally exhaustion.
You parted with your mum and went for a shower then a nap. You hoped to sleep to ease your exhaustion but sleep wouldn't take you. You tossed and turned but despite a tired soul, you couldn’t sleep. You remained in the dark room, your face into the pillow hoping sleep dust would pour over you but instead your phone started to ring. Trent’s name was on top of your screen and you unconsciously sighed. Every thought about him today had been draining and now here he was.
“Hello,” you answered and rubbed one eye with your free hand.
“Hey…did I wake you up?” he asked with genuine concern because you sounded tired.
“No, I’m not asleep,” you answered but didn’t go into how tired you felt.
“Okay well uh…I wanted to talk,” he prefaced with a soft tone at first.
“What about?” you put him on speaker and looked up to the ceiling of your temporary room.
“About us…about Damion, about Aurelien…about all of that,” He had been thinking a lot of what he and Jude spoke about and he agreed that you and he needed to really speak. He overthought the potential conversation so much at training earlier in the day that he overshot the start of this conversation with an agenda-esque list. He intended for this to be amiable but all that you heard was all the topics he and you usually fought about and it made you cage up.
“Uh huh,” you gave an uninterested response. Why couldn’t he just suggest you two resolve things, or that you speak about just the two of you - why did it have to be about his inflated idea about what you did? Of late, it was impossible for this topic to go smoothly and you weren’t in the mood for it today.
“Well firstly, I am sorry I shouted at you but I was just so angry that you went bowling despite our conversations,” he dug up and you frowned. “I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you there and you went and you were talking to Aurelien too,” he threw in your face and turned up your annoyance with him. “You should have told me first, actually you shouldn’t have gone but you did and you didn’t tell me which makes it worse,” he continued to lecture you over the phone.
“For fucks sake,” you cursed under your breath in frustration at what in your estimation was him berating you.
“What was that?” he asked, surprised at your snap.
“Trent I don’t want to have this conversation,” you spoke up with a scowl on your face.
“Don’t you think we need to talk about this?” he asked, thinking you two needed to go through this to solve your issues.
“We aren’t talking about it, you are talking at me and I’m over it,” you got snappier with each word.
“Y/n, wait that’s not-,” he tried to calm you down, hearing how irritated you sounded. That was not his intention with this conversation.
“No you wait, I have been apologising to you and trying my best not to hurt you but you just don’t trust me and I can’t fix that,” you spued, “and right now I’m tired of this back and forth - I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want this right now, I just want to sleep,” you cracked. The weight of your mother’s suggestion that the man that you were ready to plan your whole life with may in reality not be the one for you had your brain feeling squeezed in your skill and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take him proving your mother’s point.
“Y/n I -,” Trent was stunned by your speech, he in no way saw this conversation going this way and he was struggling for a way to put out the fire he accidentally started.
“I just need some space Trent, don’t call me right now,” you reactively hung up. He immediately called you back but you cancelled the call and put your phone on do not disturb. You could barely ease the strain of uncertainty as is - you didn’t need a scolding from him too. It was better for you both if neither of you spoke for a while.
Trent tried to call you five times but it was futile, he didn’t expect you to be so upset when he started that conversation. He figured it would be a tough topic but he could not have predicted you essentially telling him to leave you alone. He thought this would end with you two happy, not with him blocked from being able to speak to you.
You finally fell asleep and slept for a few hours however despite your nap you still woke up tired and heavy. You took your phone off do not disturb and saw all the calls and text from Trent but you ignored them. Instead you went to your travel plans and decided to cancel your trip to Barcelona. You would have loved to go but right now you were in no mood to go explore a new city tomorrow. If you were to go anywhere, you wanted to go home to Birmingham.
At dinner you told mum and Jude that you cancelled your trip to Barcelona. They were obviously surprised but they didn’t try to talk you out of it. Although you hoped you were hiding it, it was obvious you were in a low mood so they believed you when you said you weren’t in the mood for a holiday at the moment. Jude silently questioned your mood but after growing up with you, he knew sometimes to just accept you had moody times and it was best not to say anything. Your mum suspected it was about Trent so she chose not to bring it up in front of Jude.
After dinner, you went back to your room to pack your bags. You noticed that Trent tried to call you a few times more but you ignored it. You were steadfast on your decision that space was needed - even if it wasn’t a mutual decision.
For Jude, after dinner, he went into his room intent on playing video games. Before he started, he called Trent to see if he wanted to play with him.
“Hey, you free?” Jude said as soon as Trent answered the phone.
“Is your sister okay?” Trent asked instead of answering.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” Jude tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear and leaned over to turn on his playstation.
“Because she’s been ignoring me all day,” Trent sounded utterly distressed.
“Ignoring you?” Jude dropped into his game chair.
“Yeah I called her to talk earlier and she got really mad really quick and since then she just hasn’t been answering my calls,” Trent frantically explained. Jude started to put the puzzle pieces together about why you looked so upset at dinner with this new information.
“What did you say to her?” Jude asked, presuming you two were fighting and Trent was at fault.
“Nothing, I barely said anything - I suggested we talk about our issues and she just snapped and said she doesn’t want to talk and she’s been ignoring my calls since,” Trent gave his side of how he saw things. He barely understood your reaction to explain clearly.
“She did seem upset,” Jude muttered his observation.
“Did she say why?” Trent asked, hoping for insight into what went wrong. He was so stressed, his heart had been beating like he had been on a run since you stopped returning his calls.
“No but she did cancel her trip to Barcelona,” Jude revealed, “she didn’t say anything but she was obviously in a bad mood,” he continued to relay.
“Why did she cancel?” Trent found it hard to believe you would cancel a trip you were so excited about.
“She just said she would rather go home and she wasn’t in the mood for an adventure,” Jude shrugged, “I guess now it’s because she’s pissed at you,” he surmised. Trent groaned at the comment and plopped down on his couch. Not only were you made at him, you were mad enough to give up a holiday in Barcelona because of him.
“You think she hates me like that? She sounded so mad on the phone honestly,” Trent lamented and laid back on his couch with his hand rubbing his forehead.
“She didn’t tell me but if I was you I’d work on an apology,” Jude suggested. Jude knew you and he knew you didn’t let go of a grudge easily. If Trent was the reason you were upset enough to cancel an entire holiday, Trent was going to need to grovel.
“What can I do? She’s not talking to me - I’ve called, I’ve texted she’s ignored everything!” Trent frantically raced through his predicament.
“I’m not sure but you need to grovel mate, y/n is not the type to just forgive and forget if she’s really mad,” Jude tried to help but that knowledge only made Trent feel worse. He wasn’t even sure where he went wrong earlier but he had to think of something to fix his wrongs and gain your forgiveness.
“When is she going home?” Trent asked Jude as his mind raced.
“Tomorrow, in the morning,” Jude provided, “Why? What are you going to do?” Jude asked.
“I’m not sure but, I think I’m going to have to go to Birmingham,” Trent concluded. “Are you serious?” Jude thought that was a dramatic plan.
“Yeah, I can’t just do nothing,” Trent got off the couch and started to pace, “I have a couple days off, I need to see her and you need to help me,” Trent aimed at Jude.
“Me!” Jude put his hand on his chest, “if this backfires on you, I can’t have my sister turning on me,” Jude held his hand up.
“It won’t and I won’t bring you into it but bro please I need you to be my friend right now and help me get my girl back,” Trent pleaded with him. Jude thought about it and sighed. Trent was his best friend and although he didn’t like him and you dating - he knew you liked Trent alot and it would be cruel of him to leave Trent hanging in a time of obvious crisis.
“Fine, what do you need?” Jude offered his assistance and was pulled into the scheming with Trent.
You went to bed sulking, you didn’t talk to anyone - not even Halle. You just were not in the mood to face your feelings. All you did was mindlessly scroll socials and watch random youtube videos. You did read all of Trent’s messages and you were tempted to reply but you kept strong. You needed space.
It took you a while to go to sleep with all the noise of your emotions knocking in your head but you finally did - at least this time without a tear stained face.
The following morning your mum woke you up for your last breakfast in Madrid. You were still feeling awful but you got out of bed and tried to put on a positive mood for your family. You didn’t think it translated but at least they didn’t ask you much about why you were so quiet at breakfast. You went back to your room to get ready for your flight but your mother called for you before you worked up the strength to get into the bathroom.
“Yes mum?” you walked out of your room into the kitchen.
“These were delivered for you,” she said whilst putting a bouquet of pink roses surrounded by white baby’s breath on the table.
“Me?” you walked over, “who’s sending me flowers in Spain?” you asked and picked up the card off the flowers.
“What does the card say?” your mum asked. The envelope only had your name on it so you had no clue until you opened it.
I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t scratch the surface of what you deserve but I wanted you to know that I am sorry and I miss you
Trent
“It’s from Trent,” you sighed and read the card again, “how’d he know where to send this,” you mused.
“That’s sweet of him,” your mum came over and rubbed your shoulders. You appreciated the flowers and the effort but despite it, the thought of him still made you sad. He was right, the flowers did not scratch the surface on your unsolved problems. They were much bigger than flowers could fix and at this point you weren’t sure what could fix it.
You read the card one more time before leaving with it to your room. You thought about texting Trent to thank him but you were scared of what would unfold if you spoke to him. Instead you packed the card in your purse and went to shower. It wasn’t the right time to speak to him yet.
Your mum took you to the airport after you took Jude to training and gave you a squeeze that could rival your dad’s hugs when you were finished checking in for your flight home.
“You sure you don’t want to go on your trip to Barcelona?” she asked you despite it being too late.
“Yeah…if I’m going anywhere I just want to be home right now,” you told her and looked down at your passport, “I had a great time this week though mum,” you looked up to her. You didn’t want her to think your sullen mood was because of your time in Madrid.
“Me too y/n, I love to have you here,” she pulled you back into a quick hug.
“You sure that’s not just to keep an eye on me in real time,” you raised an eyebrow at her with a smile lifting at the corners of your lips.
“I’m only a mother y/n, what do you expect of me,” she held your shoulders but didn’t deny your playful dig.
“I know,” you sighed, “it’s really good to spend time with you mum,” you confessed and she hugged you once more. “Okay okay,” you laughed, “you’re embarrassing me now,” you jokingly complained.
“Your brother’s never complain when I hug them,” she let go and fixed her sweater.
“That’s because they are still babies,” you gripped your carry on.
“That is true,” she smiled, “but even though you act grown, you’re still my baby,” you groaned in a joking complaint at her comment but she didn’t need confirmation from you to feel that way.
“I should go,” you pointed to the direction of security. She nodded in agreement but you didn’t yet move, “hey mum?” you asked.
“Yeah,” she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
“What do you really think I should do about Trent?” you asked her because you didn’t have the answer from your own thoughts.
“I can’t answer that for you y/n,” she surprised you with her answer.
“You always have an answer for me though,” you contended.
“I know but in this…you have to make the right decision for you,” she continued with advice you didn’t want. You wanted her to give you the key to fix the way you felt.
“And what if I don’t make the right decision?” you asked, having doubts in your ability to truly make the right choice when it came to relationships.
“Make the decision your heart tells you too…whether it goes in your favour or not once you follow your heart, you made the right decision for you,” she became philosophical. You took what she said to heart but you still sighed at the reality you were on your own.
“I preferred when you would just tell me what to do,” you grumbled.
“You complained every day of your life that I told you what to do y/n,” she laughed at your grumble.
“Well in this case I wouldn’t,” you swore.
“I have told you what to do, but you need to make the actual decisions,” she did nothing to ease your anxiety.
“Fine,” you whined, “I’ll try,” you hoped you could but you had little faith in yourself at the moment.
“Good, now you should go, it’s getting close to boarding,” she warned and you nodded. You said your final goodbyes and gave your mum one more hug before leaving her to go through the process of security and then boarding.
When the flight attendant announced the flight was going to Birmingham you sighed in relief. Barcelona was long forgotten for you, you knew it was better for you if you were in the comfort of your home with the way you presently felt and all the emotions you were trying to prevent from surfacing.
Trent got off the phone with Jude and immediately started to take action to put his plans into place. He spoke with the florist, making sure they’d send you flowers in your favourite colour and then he called your father. He was definitely nervous to ask your dad if it was okay for him to show up at your Birmingham home but he needed to fix things and he knew in his heart that meant he had to make the effort to see you in person. Fortunately, your dad was pleasant and agreed to Trent’s request. However, Trent also booked a hotel because he knew you said your parents were not the types to let men stay over. He didn’t want to press his luck.
Trent was so focused on his plan this morning, he didn’t have time for nerves. He stopped in a couple stores and then started his journey to Birmingham. He was feeling confident this would fix things. However, when he pulled up to your house - the nerves kicked in. He parked his car and debated if he should just walk up to your door or if he should call your dad, or maybe he could just call Jobe and make it easier for himself. He ended up going with the final option and fortunately Jobe was home. Jobe opened the door with a raised eyebrow at Trent holding two large bouquets and a bag of things.
“Hey,” Trent tentatively greeted Jobe who he knew wasn’t the fondest of him when it came to you.
“So you dad was serious when he said you were coming here,” Jobe stepped aside for Trent to enter the house.
“Yeah…is he here?” Trent asked, unsure what he was going to say to your father in person after he haphazardly explained that he needed to make things right with you over the phone.
“No, he went to pick up y/n,” Jobe took some intangible weight off of Trent’s shoulders.
“It’s nice to see you and all but why are you here?” Jobe asked.
“I…I just need to talk to y/n,” Trent kept the explanation to a minimum.
“Talk to her? What happened to phones?” Jobe folded his arms.
“This is something I need to talk to her in person about,” Trent remained a bit illusive, “you mind if I put these down?” he asked Jobe.
“Follow me,” he guided Trent into the house for him to put the flowers and bags he was juggling down in the living room area. Jobe watched as Trent laid the two large boxed bouquets of flowers on the table along with high end gifts with scrutiny.
“Is this a proposal or an apology?” Jobe folded his arms and asked as Trent pulled a purse sized Bottega box out of the bag he had and put on the table.
“I just need to talk to her,” Trent shrugged and stayed focused on making sure everything was perfect.
“And talking to her requires half of Selfridges to be on my coffee table?” Jobe titled his head, “What did you do? Did you cheat on her or something?” Jobe presumed this must be an apology.
“No, nothing like that,” Trent tried to remain tight-lipped but he couldn’t let your little brother think he was a cheater.
“So what’s all this for?” Jobe kept pressing.
“We just need to talk….we’ve not been in the best place recently and I just want to make things right,” Trent offered and hoped it would make Jobe retreat.
“Hmm…well,” Jobe paused to look at the display, “if she doesn’t forgive you after this whatever you did doesn’t deserve forgiveness,” Jobe patted Trent’s shoulder and started to walk away.
“I didn’t do -,” Trent tried to defend himself because it didn’t seem Jobe believed him that he didn’t cheat but Jobe waved him off and left the room. Trent sighed and sat on the couch and took a second before taking out his phone to go over the words of his written apology so he wouldn’t mess up his chance to get you back.
When you got out of the airport your dad was waiting for you ready to embrace you.
“Hi dad,” you slotted into his protective arms and hugged him tight.
“How was the flight?” he asked while you still held on.
“Okay,” he rubbed your back until you let go.
“Mum said you weren’t feeling well,” he looked at you empathically when you stood straight and adjusted the bag on your shoulder.
“Yeah…I just needed to be home,” you frowned. Your dad nodded and accepted your answer. He thankfully did not press you for more on your feelings. He just reached for your bag and guided you to where the car was. On the drive home, he avoided topics that could cause discomfort, he only asked about how your mum was (despite him speaking to her more than you did), how Jude was and if you enjoyed the Madrid weather more than Birmingham.
“I just want to shower and sleep - the airport experience is always so tiring,” you told your dad as you jumped out of the car. “Do you think we can order in for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking, unless you want to cook?” you asked him, following him to where he was pulling your suitcase out of the car.
“If you’re home we can order in,” he put your suitcase on the floor.
“Why wouldn’t I be home?” you asked and put your hand on your case. Your dad paused with his hands on the door of the trunk, somehow stumped by your simple question, “dad?” you asked.
“Uh…I just thought you’d want to see Halle,” he closed the door and put his hands on his hips.
“Oh…maybe not today,” you shrugged off that assumption. You loved Halle but right now you were feeling too glum to socialise.
You moved to the door of the house and waited for your dad to open the door. “Speaking about dinner, do you think we can get pizza?” you asked while walking into the house, “I’m feeling to carb load,” you continued as you took off your shoes, “Jobe likes pizza, I think he’d be down,” you went on about it, “is Jobe home?” you asked.
“Yeah he is,” your dad answered and you took off to look for Jobe. You set path toward the stairs but what you thought were flowers in the living room caught your eye. You changed course and started toward the living room to inspect the unusual sighting.
“Did you get flowers?” you asked into the air, hoping to fall on your dad’s ears but you didn’t get an answer before you were stopped silent by the site in front of you. Trent was pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself behind your home’s coffee table that was overflowing with flowers and branded bags and boxes. He didn’t notice you but you still couldn’t get your body to react. It was like you were watching him through a one way glass wall. After half a minute more he looked up and stopped everything. He stood straight, startled despite your silence and stuck on his feet.
“Uh-,” he tried to start but the entire speech he had been practising went out of his head.
“You’re in my house,” you said, trying to process the obvious.
“Yeah…,” he answered, “I…I wanted to talk to you,” he sheepishly said in explanation but you didn’t say anything back. You looked around and at him still trying to process what was happening so he continued, “I didn’t want us to continue to fight y/n, I feel like I didn’t come across the way I wanted to when we last spoke and I want to make things right,” he started to get out more of his pre planned thoughts.
“So you came here…,” you looked at him as if this was a dream.
“Yes,” he answered.
“And all of this is…,” you gestured to the table.
“For you…I umm…I just want to make things better y/n,” his prepared speech folding into a stuttering display of his feelings.
“Wow,” you said under your breath, “well umm…okay - we should probably talk in my room though,” you pointed over your shoulder.
“Uh yeah sure,” Trent agreed and stepped around the table. As he came closer, and he seemed more real, the corners of your mouth curved upward. You weren’t over your negative mood caused by him but you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy in his presence. You almost forgot how beautiful he was.
You turned and walked ahead of Trent toward your room. Fortunately, you did not cross paths with your dad or Jobe on the way there but it was obvious now your dad had been keeping Trent’s presence in your home a secret from you on the drive over. You’d definitely have to speak to him about father-daughter loyalty at a later time.
You opened your room door and Trent followed you in. He looked around the room and smiled a bit at the display of your inner self around. The walls were an eggshell white but your bedding was obviously a soft pink with an excessive number of pillows. Above your headboard was a large painting of brown skinned ballerinas on a stage all dressed in white tutus and on one side table you had a few books stacked and the other had a speaker, lotion and an oil diffuser. Adjacent to your bed, you had an organised vanity with a pink chair. The counter had a variety of products that were all perfectly placed. The whole room both looked like you and smelt like you.
“So…,” you weren’t sure where to start but you got Trent’s attention. He turned to you and caught you nervously shoving your hands into the pockets of your matching light pink jogger set. You looked so beautiful he forgot what he was here for. He could only think about how beautiful you were as you bit the corner of your lip and took one hand out of your pocket to brush the braided strands of your hair off your shoulder.
“You look really pretty in pink,” he complimented you and instantly and involuntarily made you smile. He took one hesitant step toward you but gained confidence to really get close to you when the smile in your eyes didn’t falter. He reached within a foot of you and slowly reached out for your arm. Your eyes fell to the path of his hand and watched as he slowly and softly pulled your hand out of your pocket and into his hand. You didn’t resist him, you only watched as he held your hand in his.
“Trent…,” you finally said in an attempt to get him back on track as you could sense the both of you were drifting away from it.
“Yeah…,” he took a step closer and held your gaze.
“I’m not sure about us,” you told him from the heart, forcing the issue back to the forefront. You stunned him back into reality with that, forcing him to blink and let go of your hand.
“What?” he stepped back. He knew you two were not good, that was why he was even here but he didn’t expect you to say that.
“I…I just I’ve been really down lately and it’s because of us…it’s because of you Trent and I don’t like feeling like that,” you continued and ripped his heart and plans to have a straightforward conversation that would lead to resolution into pieces.
“Y/n I…I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he scrambled to reverse your feelings.
“I know but you did...when you try to control me, when you keep harping on my mistakes, when you keep blaming me, you make me feel awful,” you walked away from him and moved around the area in front your bed while you spoke. Trent had no response for you as you continued to open up about your feelings, “I’m starting to wonder if you even really like me because it feels like all I do is make you angry,” you sat on the edge of your bed and looked at him with obvious pain in your eyes.
“Of course I like you y/n,” he quickly interjected.
“Do you? I mean, I know you like me, I know you’re attracted to me but do you actually like me Trent? Because it feels like when things aren’t fun you hate me,” your lip pouted and his heart broke.
“Y/n wait,” he tried to stop the roll you were on because he felt you were misunderstanding him and his feelings completely. How could you think that he hated you?
“Actually, can I just talk for a minute?” you asked him and he backed down from trying to interrupt. “I don’t feel like you want to like me for me Trent, I feel like you want me to be someone else and it hurts. I want to be with you, but I want to be with you as me,” you continued while you still had the heart to speak your mind. You didn’t expect to have this conversation today but these feelings had been heavy on your mind since your last conversation with him and now they were pouring out. “You’re making things hard on me Trent and this isn’t supposed to be hard,” you continued with a sigh.
Trent waited for you, not wanting to interrupt you again but when you paused without seeming to continue he spoke up.
“I do like you for you y/n, why would you think I don’t?” his voice nearly cracked as he fought a swell of unexpected emotion at your explanations.
“Because Trent,” you took your hands out your lap and slapped them on the bed beside you, “the second things aren’t perfect or I do something you don’t like you turn against me,” you kept your eyes on him.
“Y/n,” he said your name to immediately refute what you were saying but then took a second, closing his eyes and biting his lip while he thought about how to say what he needed to say, “I don’t mean to turn against you but how can I just ignore things that hurt me,” he decided to just be honest rather than directly apologetic. At first he thought about denying everything you said and grovelling for forgiveness but he knew you two wouldn’t get far if you didn’t actually talk about how you felt about the same issues.
“You don’t have to but you don’t have to keep coming at me about them,” you pouted.
“I wouldn’t if you could show some effort for me,” he quickly returned.
“I do show effort for you but do you show effort for me?” you got sharp with him, not liking the accusation you weren’t trying to make him happy.
“What do you mean? Of course I show effort for you y/n; I call you every night, I don’t do anything behind your back and I am here right now,” he listed off on his fingers with a slight edge of annoyance in his tone at the fact you even thought he wasn’t putting in effort when he felt like he was putting in a lot.
“Everything but make me your girlfriend,” you let fall from your mouth and it unfortunately landed on Trent’s ears. He blinked at that because you never brought it up before. Jude had, but he didn’t realise just how bothered you were about it but now it was obvious between your vexed tone and the flash of a scowl you were now trying to hide behind a neutral expression.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked, throwing away the sharpness he recently had in his speech. You looked at him and took a deep breath before answering.
“It isn’t just about that Trent but yes…it’s frustrating for me that you treat me so harshly as if I am the one failing in this thing and you haven’t even stepped up to make what we have real,” you just let yourself speak about it, “how can I feel like you want me when you don’t care to claim me,” you never wanted to feel like you were begging to be wanted but you just had to be honest.
“I do want you y/n, more than I can say,” Trent came to sit next to you on the bed.
“So what is it?” you put your hands back in your lap and kept your eyes on them, “why am I not enough,” you frowned. Trent’s eyes widen on hearing you say you thought you weren’t enough for him. He knew at that point, he had gone too far in the past with his criticisms of you. He moved from his seat next to you to his knees in front of you. He took your hands off your lap and held them in your hands.
“You are more than enough y/n, there is nothing I would change about you because you are already more than I deserve,” Trent titled your chin to look from your lap to his face. “I never want you to feel like you aren’t enough for me - the reason I didn’t ask was never about you not being enough…it was because I was honestly insecure,” he squeezed your hands a bit and looked down at your hands in his before looked back up to your gut wrenching melancholic eyes. “When the thing with Damion happened I started to overthink about you not feeling as strongly about me as I did you and I just talked myself into a state of being insecure over you - I felt like I wasn’t going to be enough,” he shared, hoping to make you understand, “You’re the girl of my dreams y/n, I was scared to lose you to someone else,” he hoped he was taking any blame you felt off your shoulders.
“I told you that I only wanted to be with you Trent,” you reminded him, “I wasn’t coming to see you, talking to you every night, fighting with my family about you just to walk away,” you relayed the evidence of your commitment to him. He sighed, realising he did sound stupid for doubting you as you recounted your dedication to him. Trent got up and sat next to you once more, still holding on to your hands.
“I know and I should have just listened but I just couldn’t shake it,” he remained truthful.
“Are you going to be able to or are we going to be stuck like this?” you asked the hard question. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the answer but you two needed to pick a direction to go to.
“I don’t want to be stuck y/n,” he quickly answered.
“But are you going to be able to move on Trent because I can’t keep doing this if I don’t feel like you want me - I have dealt with that too many times,” you remained honest.
“I will for you y/n,” he said with confidence, “but I do think there is some you can do that would make it easier,” he also kept honest.
“Like what?” you quickly said, not thinking you were truly causing a problem.
“Things like what happened with Aurelien are not okay y/n, coming home to me to talk about a man who’s flirting with you and that you want to see him more? That is really disrespectful toward me,” he saw your eyebrows scrunch but he pushed himself to continue, “Or sometimes when you don’t really include me in things…I know you’re independent and I love that about you but I would feel better if you prioritised at least telling me,” he tacked on, “I want to support you y/n, I want to take care of you but you need to let me in,” he made you feel some shame because he was right, how you handled the issue with Aurelien as well as the unmentioned situation with Damion was disrespectful.
“I’m sorry about that, I should have handled it differently,” you admitted to him with your head hung, “and I want to include you but it’s not natural for me to check over everything in my life with someone, I don’t know if I can change,” you looked up to him.
“We both need to give a little for this to really work,” he put his arm around your waist and pulled your body to him.
“Yeah…you’re right,” you agreed and leaned your head on him. As much as you needed more from him, you knew you too, had some things to change.
“Y/n…,” Trent rubbed your side, you hummed and nodded against his shoulder. “I want to be with you forever, I want this to work,” he squeezed your hip with hand and your heart with his words.
“I want that too Trent…but for that we have to be able to be kind to each other when it hurts,” you thought back to what your mother told you. If he was the one then you could work through the hurt.
“I will do that for you y/n, you’re worth it,” he confidently reassured you, “I will keep loving you even when it’s hard, I can promise you that now,” he continued and made you raise your head off his shoulder to look at him.
“You think you will love me someday?” you asked him.
“I think I love you right now,” he was quick to answer but it felt right to say. You looked into his honest eyes and felt the air leave your body.
“You mean that?” your voice now softer than a whisper but he was close enough to hear.
“Yeah,” he put his hand on your face, holding your cheek and stroking across it with his thumb, “I find myself always thinking about you when we’re apart and when we’re together I feel a sort of peace that is beyond description - I meant it when I said you're the girl of my dreams y/n, you’re the girl of my dreams, hopes and prayers - I love you,” he felt more comfortable with it the more he spoke. It felt right because it was true for him. Your eyes welled up with tears as he spoke and those tears rolled down your cheek by the time he told you that he loved you. “Oh don’t cry,” he wiped your cheek, worried he said the wrong thing given your reaction.
“No it’s okay, I’m not sad,” you put your hand on his face as he held yours, “they are good tears,” you stroked his cheek and moved your body closer to his, so you were near sitting in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head in the crook of his neck. He held you there with one arm and rubbed your back with the other hand. It took you a minute to get control of your tears but Trent didn’t rush you, he held you to his body, keeping you warm with his warmth and comforting you with the slow movement of his hand up and down your back. He made you feel safe in his arms which solidified in you the meaning of his words.
“You okay?” he asked you when you pulled your head out of the crook of his neck.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I just needed a moment,” you told him and he nodded in understanding, “I’ll be honest this week has been hard for us, it’s been hard for me when it comes to you - I really started to question if I was only in love with what I wanted for us and not what we actually had…,” you continued and he started to worry, “My mum told me I shouldn’t waste my love on the hopes and I really started to think about it Trent,” his features furrowed in concern, “I still have a lot of hopes for us and I do think we have a lot to work on,” he nodded, making you know he was serious about working on things, “I don’t think the now is perfect but Trent…when I look at you, when you hold me…the only words I can put to that is love,” you began to settle his nerves, “and that feeling is not something I think is worth leaving behind...I love you Trent,” you placed your arms around his neck again.
He felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders and he was now light enough to fly. Trent pulled your thighs across his lap, kept you to him by your hip and kissed you in one smooth swoop. The press of his lips on yours felt natural. It felt right. The sparks still flashed and you felt they would never leave. He led the kiss in a slow and intimate fashion. You followed him to slot your lips between his and let him in when his tongue dragged across your lips. You wished you could bottle the way kissing him made you feel for a rainy day. In times like this, he could slow your heart rate and ease your body. In other times he could spark your body into a fervent state of a rapid heart rate and stinging skin. He had some much control over you but shockingly, you didn’t mind. It didn’t feel like you were giving up anything, it felt like he was guiding you to more, more than you could experience without him.
He eventually pulled away from your lips but he kissed your nose, your cheeks and finally your forehead before pulling away and tugging you to him to make sure you were secure on his lap.
“T,” you put your hand on his shoulder and kept your eyes there.
“Yes,” he stroked his hand over your head.
“About the girlfriend thing…,” you hesitantly brought up and he laughed, “why are you laughing!” you slapped his chest and looked at him.
“Because I think it’s funny that you think I wouldn’t want you to be my girlfriend,” he chuckled.
“Well you haven’t asked,” you folded your arms.
“Y/n, I just told you I love you,” he smiled at your bratty show.
“I know but you didn’t ask and if you don’t ask then I’m not,” you remained steadfast on your relationship rules. You did not want any grey areas and misunderstandings.
“Okay,” he said and moved you off of him to stand up.
“Where are you going?” you immediately stood up before he took a step.
“You just wait here,” he instructed you and you slowly sat back down as he left the room. You chewed your lip, and considered getting up and following him anyway. He didn’t know the house, what if he got lost?
Just before you were going to get up and look for him he came back to your room with his phone blasting J. Cole’s Foldin’ Clothes, his hand behind his back and a cheeky smirk on his lips.
“What are you doing?” you asked standing to your feet with a giggle as he sauntered over to you.
“Y/n,” he got down on one knee in front of you, “Y/n Bellingham, my angel, my baby, my everything…will you be my girlfriend?” he dramatically asked and held out a van cleef & arpels box in his palm.
“Yes Trent I will,” you laughed at his presentation.
“Thank goodness,” he dramatically wiped the fake sweat off his brow and stood up.
“You’re so silly,” you laughed and stepped closer to his standing body, he reached around you to rest the box and his phone on the bed and then wrapped both his arms around you. “Also J.Cole?” you laughed.
“Yes because for you baby I want to wash, iron, fold and put away clothes - no complaints,” he swayed with you in his arms, “I’d do anything for you,” he smiled at you as you giggled.
“What about driving me about?” you asked.
“Done,”
“What about cleaning up the kitchen for me?”
“Done,”
“What about giving me kisses?” you smiled.
“Definitely done,” he kissed you and pulled you tight to him. You smiled against his lips and rested your arms around his neck.
“If those are the terms, then definitely yes,” you reagreed to him asking you to be his girlfriend.
“Anything to make your life easy baby,” he pecked your lips and loosened his grip on you.
“What did you get me?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and looked back to the box on the bed.
“Well I got you a few things,” he recalled his splurge, “but this,” he let go of you and picked the box up, “something pink for my favourite girl,” he opened the box for you to see the rose gold alhambra pendant necklace. Your eyes lit up and you looked up to him with a look of joy that made every pound worth spending.
“Aww, it’s so pretty thank you baby,” you gave him a quick kiss and took the box from him to look at it more closely.
“You’re welcome,” he watched with pride that he had made you happy.
“You’re the best,” you put the box down and put your arms around his neck, “I can’t believe you even came here,” you came back down to the earth and remembered your current setting.
“Yeah, well I had to do something after we last spoke so I spoke to Jude and then your dad -” he started but you swiftly interrupted him at the mention of your dad.
“You spoke to my dad!?” your jaw opened, you figured your dad had to know but you didn’t really take a beat to think that Trent must have spoken to your father to be in your house.
“Yeah, I called him and he definitely was sceptical but after a bit of pleading my case he agreed,” Trent revealed.
“He’s very protective,” you chuckled.
“I can see that, but yeah I had some time off so I booked a hotel and drove down here to speak to you in person,”
“You booked a hotel?” you asked, intrigued.
“Yeah well I know you said your dad didn’t let guys stay over and I didn’t want to push my luck and ask him to stay with you,” Trent explained.
“That’s true,” your parents were a bit strict with that and you appreciated that he remembered, “so does your hotel room have room for me?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. He smiled at the flicker of fire in your eyes and nodded.
“Yes,” he took a step toward you, “are you planning to stay with me?” he asked.
“Well I can’t really show you that this pussy is yours in this busy house,” you pressed your hips against his and put your hands on his waist, “you know I like to be loud,” you smirked and looked up at him. Trent hummed as you slipped your hands up under the hem of his shirt and grazed your nails against his skin. He got so lost in you, he had to clear his throat before speaking again.
“As much as I want that,” he begrudgingly took your hands off his waist, “I don’t want your dad to hate me,” he worried. How would it look if the first time Trent met him as your partner, he swept you away to a hotel.
“Don’t worry about it, let me handle it,” you tried to reassure him. He nodded, but he didn’t trust your reassurance. It was one thing when you were at his house but sneaking around your dad!? That was striking fear in him. “I’m going to shower - you want to come?” you raised an eyebrow at him in question, hoping he’d say yes.
“You and me naked together in your childhood room is going to get me killed y/n,” he warned you and you sighed.
“Okay fine,” you conceded, “wait here then - I’m going to shower,” you kissed his cheek and left him for your en suite.
You went to shower and he looked around your room some more. He went over to the dresser opposite your bed and looked at the photos of you with your family and with your friends you had on display. He picked up some of the little trinkets you had around - inspecting them and considering what they meant to you before gently putting them back exactly where he found it. He continued to slowly tour what was on display in your room until he ran out of things so he resorted to scrolling his phone while sitting on the edge of your bed.
“You okay?” you asked, walking back into the room naked.
“Y/n,” his voice dry.
“Not too bored are you?” you asked, coming to stand directly in front of him. He couldn’t help but take you in with his eyes. He had seen you naked before but it was like he never had; his pupils widened, his heart quickened and his cock twitched.
“Uh..no no,” he struggled to answer you.
“Cool,” you turned and walked over to your dresser, purposefully bending over and putting your ass on display for him. He uninhibitedly groaned, he couldn’t stop himself from seeing the flashbacks of having you bent over with his cock sliding inside of you in his head. He pressed the palm of his hand against his cock, trying to calm his other head down but neither his brain nor cock wanted to stop thinking about you under him.
You continued to taunt him, taking a protracted time to find your panties and bra and even longer to pick out an outfit to wear.
“Shall we go downstairs then?” you asked him, now finally dressed.
“Uh,” Trent stood up and so did his cock under his jogger bottoms, “I’m going to need a minute,” he put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths.
“Do you want me to help?” you pretended to innocently ask.
“No,” he quickly answered and put his hand up to stop you from approaching, “it’s best you don’t touch me right now,” he closed his eyes and refocused on his breathing. You giggled and sat on your bed, watching him from behind standing with his hands on his hips, breathing like he was working up the strength to climb a mountain. You considered being sneaky and touching him anyway but you decided to give him a break.
After a few minutes he finally gained some control over his body and turned to you, offering his hand for you to take. You put your hand in his with a big smile on your face and stood up. You pulled him by the hand out of your room and back down the living room of your house. Jobe and your dad were sitting on the couch, discussing something but they stopped when you stepped in with Trent.
“Hey guys,” you waved with your free hand, “I know you guys have met but dad, Jobe this is my boyfriend Trent,” you formally introduced them.
“Boyfriend!?” Jobe paled. You and your dad ignored him and your dad stood up to give Trent a hug. Trent was tense at first but he tried to breathe when your dad hugged him.
“We’ve only spoken about football before but now that you’re dating my only daughter I think we’re going to have to speak about some other things,” your dad gripped Trent’s shoulder. He was smiling but Trent could feel an underlying threat in your dad’s words.
“Uh yeah of course, anything,” Trent agreed.
“You two are that serious now?” Jobe came over to you to ask.
“Yes and I need you to behave,” you told him through your teeth. Fortunately, Jobe took you seriously and kept his mouth shut. “Dad?” you got his attention, “is it okay if I go with Trent to his hotel, he doesn’t know where it is, he doesn’t know Birmingham well,” you buried the lead with unnecessary details in hopes of getting a yes. Your dad narrowed his eyes for a moment, but nodded.
“Yeah sure,” he agreed.
“Great, thanks,” you put your hand on Trent’s hand about to pull him back to your room.
“But first Trent why don’t you come outside with me,” he stopped your plan.
“What?” you automatically asked.
“Y/n, you and Jobe can order the pizza you suggested while Trent and I talk,” your dad started to walk toward the back garden. You looked to you for help but there was nothing you could say.
“Uh, okay,” you looked at Trent and had a silent panicked conversion solely through expression until he just followed your dad out of sight and earshot.
“So does this mean you’re moving to Liverpool?” Jobe asked you now that you two were alone.
“No silly, I’m not moving,” you put your hands on your hips.
“Okay then we’re good,” you shook your head at your littlest brother, “can you order margarita pizza for me please,” he sat back on the couch.
“You know you’re spoiled right?” you told him and took your phone out of your pocket to order the pizza for him. He only shrugged, not knowing any life different from having everyone take care of him. “You think dad is going to be nice to Trent?” you asked Jobe and sat next to him.
“Nope, he told me he thinks Trent is a terrible choice for you and he’s going to run him away,” Jobe spoke matter of factly.
“Jobe!” you gasped and he laughed.
“I’m joking, I don’t know, he didn’t say anything to me,” he took it back but he didn’t save himself from a slap on the shoulder from you, “ow!” he winced.
“You deserve it,” you shoved him, “you know Trent is important to me,” you grumbled as you ordered the food on your phone.
“I don’t know why but yeah I know,” Jobe put his phone down, “I think it’ll be fine though - dad wouldn’t have let him come here today if he didn’t like him,” Jobe surprisingly reassured you. You thought about it and actually felt comforted by the notion.
“Yeah you’re right,” you relaxed a bit but still took up the distraction of picking up all the gifts Trent got you and transporting them to your room while you waited for Trent to come back inside with your dad.
Trent followed your dad into the garden and stood beside him where he stood looking out at the landscaping ahead.
“I just wanted to thank you again for letting me come to your house,” Trent spoke first.
“It was for y/n,” your dad, Mark turned to Trent, “her mum told me she was really upset about the two of you and you seemed rather adamant on fixing it so I thought I’d give you the chance,” he explained his view.
“I was and I am, I just want her to be happy,” Trent vowed.
“I can see that…,” Mark thought to the obvious effort Trent was putting in for you, “but I won’t be giving you a chance to fix things twice,” Mark made Trent face fall, “you two are young, kids make mistakes but if I see my little girl looking as heartbroken as she did earlier today at your hands once more you won’t be speaking to her again,” Mark strictly laid out without any hint of a smile on his face, “do we have an understanding?” Mark pressured Trent with his militant stare.
“Uh yes, of course,” Trent stuttered to answer, “I won’t hurt her,” he promised.
“Good,” Mark tapped Trent’s shoulder, “because I will hurt you if you do,” he casually mentioned, gazing out at his garden once more. Trent stood frozen beside him, unsure if to speak, move or even breathe. “It’s getting cold, let’s head in,” Mark announced and turned to go back into the house. Trent exhaled the breath he was holding and cautiously followed behind back into the house.
“Hey,” you said on seeing Trent walking back into the house as you reentered the living room, “you okay,” you said for only him to hear once you got to his side.
“Yeah yeah, it was fine,” he brushed off the fact his heart was still beating out of his chest. He gave you a reassuring smile that worked on you.
“Okay well I ordered the pizza for you guys…Trent ready to go?” you looked at him, unconsciously leaning on him a bit.
“Uh yeah, sure,” he meekly said because he felt conscious about taking you out of the house after his conversation with you dad.
“Message me if you need me,” you told your family and dragged Trent back to your room to pack a bag.
“Are you sure your dad is okay with this?” Trent asked as you threw some things in an overnight bag.
“Why did he say something to you?” you asked, standing straight after throwing your toiletries bag from madrid into a tote.
“No,” Trent scratched his neck, unsure how much to say about his conversation with your dad, “he didn’t say anything about the hotel,” he was truthful.
“I know he’s fine with it, he knew I went to see you in Liverpool - he just doesn’t like boys in this house you know?” you tried to comfort Trent but he was in his head worried that your dad was going to think Trent was not respecting your dad’s rules.
“Okay…if you say so,” he sounded worried.
“Stop stressing,” you kissed his cheek and pulled his hand to pull him out of the room.
“I just don’t want to over play my hand with your dad,” he told you how he felt.
“You won’t,” you closed your room door and turned to him now stood in the hallway. You were trying to calm him down but he visibly still looked stressed. You sighed and stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around his body, “just focus on me,” you kissed his lips quickly, “think about fun we’re going to have tonight,” you kissed his cheek, “and how good I’m going to make you feel,” you said into his ear and grazed his earlobe with you teeth. He hummed at the feeling and the thoughts you stirred in his head.
“Okay,” he put his hands on your hips and pushed you back slightly, “but not until we leave your dad’s house,” he put space between the two of you.
“Okay,” you giggled and pulled him to go down the stairs with you.
“I’ll see you guys later,” you quickly waved at your family with Trent silently and stiffly waving behind you.
“Okay be safe,” your dad wished you and Jobe just waved because he was too caught up in the pizza box he was opening. You skipped out of the house with Trent in tow after that and left with him. The tension left Trent’s body when he was in his car with you. The little bob of your head when your song of the week came over the speakers along with your non stop chatter about where to go despite the google maps being on made everything feel right in his world. As if that wasn’t enough, when you two got to the hotel and you held on to his waist and leaned on him while he checked in, he felt even better.
“Oo this is nice,” you said of the room while taking off your jacket.
“If I knew you’d want to come back here I would have asked them to decorate it for you,” Trent said behind you.
“I think you’ve gotten me enough as is,” you turned to him and helped him push his jacket off his shoulders, “I haven’t seen that many gifts since Christmas before Jude was born,” you laughed.
“I may have gone a bit overboard,” he shrugged, resting his jacket down and pulling you to him, “but I’d double it if you wanted,” he kissed your lips, holding you by the waist to him.
“Thank you,” you pulled away, “but right now all I want from you involves that bed,” you pecked his lips and separated from his body. He chuckled as you stepped back and started pulling off your clothes.
“Are you going to get naked or just watch me?” you raised an eyebrow at him as you pulled your pants off, leaving you only in your underwear.
“I do like to watch you,” he smirked and you smiled, giving him just that. You stripped off the rest of your clothes and went over to the bed, laying naked for him to appreciate.
“You sure you don’t want to touch?” you asked him, daring him to come touch you by opening your legs slightly for him. He wasted no time, he quickly stripped naked and got into the bed with you, slotting himself between your spread thighs and pulling you by them to put your pussy in front of his face.
“I really missed you,” you thought he was speaking to your pussy because he stroked his thumb down your slit as the words wafted over your core.
“Me or her?” you asked him, sat up on your elbows, watching him admire his next meal.
“Both,” he winked at you and spread you open, giving space for the press of his tongue on to your clit. Your head fell back on your shoulders at the touch and quickly you couldn’t support yourself on your elbows. The kiss, flick and lick of his tongue made you weak. You only had the strength to whimper his name as he pulled an orgasm you couldn’t achieve alone from you.
The two of you didn’t stop until you both reached peak exhaustion. Trent ate you out like a starved man, making you cum again and again until you had to beg him to give you a break because you were so overstimulated your tummy ached. He solved the ache with the deep press of his cock into your body. He held your hands over your head and kissed you while he fucked you so hard the bed moved with each stroke. Your legs were shaking when he put you on your hands and knees but you found it in you to meet the press of his hips with yours while the noise of your bodies connecting competed with your shouts of his name. He didn’t need to ask you who this pussy belonged to, his name was all you could say. It was the only thought you could form while he made your body quiver.
You two made up for all the lost time, so much so that you had to apologise to the concierge when they called to bashfully inform you two of a noise complaint.
“Were we really that loud?” you asked Trent, after he put down the phone, now with your head laid on his naked chest and your leg across his body.
“You definitely were,” he teased and slapped your ass. You rolled your eyes but you knew he was right.
“Next time I’ll be quiet,” you stroked his abs.
“I like when you’re loud,” he palmed your ass in his big hand, “I like to hear you say my name,” he gave your ass cheek a lighter slap.
“I don’t think our neighbours like to hear it,” you laughed.
“Who cares,” he shrugged, “I’ll just apologise in the morning,” he thought that would be sufficient.
“And what if we keep them up all night?” you asked him, moving to straddle him.
“Hmm,” he hummed, lost in the way you were looking on top of him, with your pretty manicured hands rested on his chest.
“I think that would really upset them, what will you do then?” you asked him with a salacious smirk on your lips.
“Whatever the consequences, it’s worth it,” he sat up and captured your lips with his. He could care less if this hotel banned him after tonight. All he cared about was showing you all night not only how much he missed you and wanted you but how much he loved you.
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Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.
The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???
This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.
But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.
I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.
Do better by your fave writers 🩷
#mauvecherie writes#support black writers#black readers#black reader#black authors#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton x black reader#lh
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The way this not only had me GAWN! It’s giving a little kick to get my writing schedule back on track. This was tewww good! The fact it’s only part one ksksksk I can’t wait for part 2
Oh Baby | Lewis Hamilton mini series
part one.
word count: 7.7k
Warnings: smut, absolute filth. breeding kink
Lewis can't help but want to give his best friend everything she desires. she can have whatever she wants.
You were Lewis' best friend; the world knew it. The world also saw that he admired you in a way he hadn't anyone else.
You'd been in Lewis' life since the two of you were literal babies. Your dad was best friends with Anthony, Lewis' father, so in a way, you two were destined to be the best of mates.
Sometimes, Lewis wishes he had the chance to meet you organically, but as quickly as that thought flickers through his mind, it is pushed away just as fast.
He would've been alone as a kid if you had come later in his life. But still, meeting you later would've changed the trajectory of your guy's relationship. He wouldn't be stuck in the constant lock of just being your "best friend."
He would continue to stick out his role and push through his torture if it meant you keeping him around.
Since you were kids, you two have been joined at the hip. You were always there to defend him at school when the bullies got to him. You were always down to follow his dreams with him, even if it meant convincing your dad to let you ride with his family to watch him go-karting in the sweltering heat. You were always there.
You still are, and maybe that's what's got his heart thrumming in his chest as he watches you dance with his brother Nicholas. The two of your hands are entwined as you sway to the music blasting from the speakers.
As Nicholas twirls you around, your eyes meet Lewis for a brief second, and you smile at him before you are faced with his brother again. You joke with Nicholas as the two of you dance, your head constantly turning to check on Lewis.
He loves how his family is your own and vice versa. He loves how you treat his brother with the same tender love and care that he does. He can't help but to admire everything you do, even if it's just including his brother in something as simple as dancing.
You give him a curious look as you sway with Nicholas. He only grins in return, raising his glass at you. He sees your eyes fleet over his shoulder, and then your mouth pierces together in a knowing smile. You tilt your head to motion behind him, and when he turns to follow your orders, he sees Laura approaching.
When he turns back to you, you are no longer dancing wildly with his brother but sitting comfortably with your friends, accepting the shot Miles pours for you.
Lewis shakes his head, turning to greet Laura. He shouldn't feel disappointed and he shouldn't feel an emptiness wallow in his gut at the mere fact that he can't watch you sway in the night. His girlfriend, (if you could even call her that), was approaching and he should be glad to see her, but he can't help but to relish in the fact that'd he'd rather observe you from a distance than be in her presence.
"Hey baby!" she cheers. " I'm sorry I'm late. I got hung up at the agency."
"S'fine." He smiles, embracing the hug. "Let's grab you a drink and then settle in with everyone."
Meanwhile you are trying your best to tame your friends and their instantly sour moods. "C'mon y'all. Be nice to the girl."
"Nice?" Whitney scoffs. "I don't like that lil' girl."
"Whit." You scold, "She's not for us to like; as long as Lew likes her, we support them, yeah?"
"Whatever," Miles piques up, "She not good enough for my guy?"
Always the wiser one, you shoot miles with a frown that shows your agreeance: "We can think that, but who are we to decide for him? Lew's not an idiot. When the time comes to make the right call, he'll make it, yeah?"
"Yeah." Daniel says, "But the only right call would be you."
You smack your teeth, reaching for another shot. "Here this nigga go on his shit again."
The table erupts in laughter just as Lewis approaches with Laura.
"Guys, you all remember Laura?"
"Do we?" Whit scoffs under her breath, downing a shot. The group breaks into fits of sniggering. You eye them with a look that screams, Act right! before turning to face Lewis and Laura in your seat.
"Laura, hi! girl!" You dragged.
Once again, you shoot your eyes across the group; one by one, they all push out fake ass hellos or a mumbled What's up.
Lew watches on as you turn to him, smiling. He can't help it as his own grows wider.
After the phony greeting, Lewis drags Laura to sit with him. The only open spot is the two-seater across from you.
Conversation is ablaze in the midst of the circle. You lean forward chatting with Laura for a while since no one else bothered. Lewis has his arm thrown over her shoulder but he is watching you. Like always.
"Oh, so you planned this gathering?" Laura questions.
"Isn't it obvious?" You joke. "Lew could never." You motion to the lights and grand decor located around the yard.
"Oh, please." Lewis smacks his teeth.
"Admit it, Lew. It's my thing. Tell me I did good."
"You did great." He smirks, leaning back, his legs spread in a way that has you ready to drool.
You divert your eyes, sitting back in your own seat.
"Y/N's so domestic, it's giving wife."
You squint your eyes at Whit, giving her the ultimate stink face.
"You're always going to be the stepmum to us Laura. We can't separate mum and dad." Mori speaks up.
There was an ongoing joke in your friend group that had been circling for years. You and Lewis were Mum and Dad, you two paired together so well that it was like watching the perfect marriage. Your friends referred to you as each others "hubby" and "wifey".
Still, your friends were beginning to get out of pocket, and you turned to Lewis expecting him to put an end to their shenanigans like any good dad would. He only smiles at you his eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.
You feel your cheeks burn as he doesn't deny it.
"She is quite domestic, would make the perfect wife." Miles piques up from beside Lewis.
It's a scheme that you two were left out of, a plan made to force you two to realize your feelings for each other.
His words trinkle into Lewis' mind. He's always thought you'd make the perfect wife. He's thought about marrying you seriously plenty of times. It's also been a childhood dream of his to make it official, especially after having your own wedding ceremony at the playground under the monkey bars, commemorated by strawberry ring-pops and sand confetti that had both of your parents grumbling as they scrubbed your scalps clean that night.
He's only ever told Miles this, but he wishes he never got seriously involved that first time at all. He thinks he did it out of pure irrationality. You had your first serious boyfriend, and Lewis thought well shit. To him it seemed as though you'd never be that into him. So he spent seven years on and off with a woman he was unsure about when all he really wanted was you. He's wasted so much time.
He thinks back to the times where distance sprouted between you two. Nicole didn't like how close the two of you were, and you respected it even if he didn't want you to. He fills a bit like a dickhead thinking of all the times he lied to his ex telling her you were nothing more than a friend to him. It was obviously a lie. If it wasn't a lie he wouldn't have spent majority of his relationship trying to make you realize what it was you were missing. Hint: it obviously didn't work, or you'd be the girl under his arm right now.
"I'll be back in a few," you announce, standing from your seat. I'm going to go do my rounds. Give Lew a break." Lewis' stare was beginning to get intense, you could feel your little resolve crumbling the longer her stared into your soul.
He watches you stroll over to his dad and your dad, stepping in between them and wrapping your arms around their waist. He can't read your lips but can tell that whatever you said had the two doubled over in laughter. You pat their backs, trekking over to your next target.
You're a little ways away, refilling wine glasses at the "mum table." His mum has you saying something that leads to you smooching the top of her head as you pass by. You set the bottle on the table before suspiciously eyeing your mother and opting to pull it to the other end. Lewis lets out a chuckle, watching your antics.
It'd been awkward silence covering the group like a blanket since you'd left. Everyone watching Lewis, watch you.
You had convinced Lew to buy this house, practically begged him all of those years ago. "Lew, the backyard," you had marveled, hands outstretched at your sides. "Imagine hosting out here." You had gone on a rant, dragging him across each area of the yard and throwing out ideas for gatherings that didn't even exist.
He closed the deal that same day. He was glad he listened to you as he watched you light some sparklers for the group of kids. He watches you crouch down to his nephew's level, pressing him against your front as you direct the sparkler into his hand.
He couldn't see your face but could tell you were muttering words of encouragement into his ear.
You stand with a proud grin when he twirls the stick around confidently.
You turn as a small child tugs on your dress, "I'm thirsty, Auntie y/n/n."
You coo, picking up your friend's child. "Hi, mama! let's fix that for you." You pop her onto your hip, waltzing into the house from the open patio doors. She runs out moments later, a juice box snug in her hands. You follow after, arms full of the very same juice.
You crouch down as the children huddle around you. You poke each straw through the hole before passing them out one by one.
"Look at Mama Bear." Whit laughs as her eyes follow Lewis' line of sight. He is watching you with a smile and that classic sparkle in his eye that he always seems to have when it comes to you.
"She'd make a great mum, huh?" Lewis rasps out.
You're back at the fire pit before you know it.
"Yeah, Mori, you should totally let me kidnap your child next weekend."
"Have her girl, she's all yours." She scoffs, "badass little girl."
The group laughs, but Lewis can't help but notice the gloom flash over your face before it quickly washes away.
He knows about your desire to have a family. He remembers how you opened up to him about it after your last relationship ended, and you took it worse than you ever had before.
He remembers that day like it was yesterday.
You were a drunken, blubbering mess, sitting on his couch with puffy eyes and a blotchy face. "Ugh!" you groaned, reaching for the bottle to pour yourself another glass. He beats you to it, pulling it away and setting it down on the table at the end of the couch.
"Hey," he coos, his hand pulling you into his side as your lip wobbles. You can't help the outburst of tears for what feels like the 100th time.
"Let's talk about it, yeah? That might help a bit."
You had been friends for so long, and not once had he seen you this distraught. In fact, you were the one comforting him most of the time.
"I hate him," you whined, reaching up to cover your face. He got me over here looking stupid."
"Hey," he pulls your hand down, still holding you against him, just holding your hand down at your side as well. "Don't be embarrassed for feeling, ain't that what you tell me?"
"Yeah," you shudder.
"Now, talk to me."
"I wanted kids. I don't think i'm that hurt about him you know?" you don't give him time to answer, "I just feel like I'm not meant to be with someone, like love is not for me. Sometimes it seems like everyone has a person out there for them but me. I want a family of my own. I love my family and yours, but it's different." you cry harder then.
"I want a human to love unconditionally, I want babies, and I want to be a mom; I would make a great mumma."
"You would." He hums, his free hand coming up to wipe your face. You pull away turning to face him, your legs are crossed in front of you and he reaches forward grasping both of your hands in his.
He has one leg propped under the other, and his body is turned to face you. The way he's looking at you makes you want to break down into another fit of tears. No one pays attention to you as much as Lewis.
"Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, and you sound so broken that Lewis is fighting off tears of his own.
"You're perfect." He assures, and his hold on your hands grows tighter. "There's someone out there who loves you whole. Through and through, you hear me? There's nothing wrong with you, just the wrong people you've come across. You're going to get all that you want one day. He was an idiot anyway. What happened anyway, huh? What made him-."
"I left him." you interrupted, "which is crazy that i'm crying over him this bad but I could feel a disconnect between us, we were too different, didn't have the same end goal."
"You know what's beautiful about this?"
You look up to him with a baffled expression to say what the actual fuck is beautiful about being an emotional mess. He chuckles, swiping one hand against your wet cheek, where he settles his palm to cup your face.
"One day, when you get what you desire, you're going to appreciate it a whole lot more because of how much you had to go through to get it."
And if Lewis wasn't a scary idiot, he swore he'd given you a kid right there and then, hell, however many you wanted. He's always had a soft spot for you, giving you anything you could have remotely even thought about wanting. You mention wanting to visit Brazil, bam, you're on his private jet whisked away, you want a yard to throw family gatherings, the deed is signed. You complain about wanting specific cupcakes from your favorite bakery, he was out of town but it was nothing to have his assistant travel across town to place them at your door. The point is, he'd give you anything in a second. He's good for it and he'd give you his baby if you really truly wanted.
You look up to Lewis the same memory flowing through both of your minds, he shoots you a tiny smile, raising his glass in your direction. You return his expression sipping from your freshly filled wine glass.
Your smile blows him away; he can never control the way his heart lurches; you'd think after years and years, your charm would lose its effect on him, but somehow, they grow stronger and stronger as each day passes by.
He doesn't know how long his group of friends sit around the fire pit laughing and chattering along (you including Laura every chance you get, seeing as your other friends seem to have forgotten she exists.) Before he knows it his father is approaching. "Son, there's a million sleeping kids all over your house, I think that's our queue to pack it up."
At that announcement you guys' friends begin to pack themselves up. Lewis says his goodbyes. The group sniggers as Anthony shoots a "Nice meeting you Lauren."
"He called me Lauren," she pouts, "and I've met him before."
"Don't pay it any mind," you speak up balancing an armful of empty glasses, "he's got a bad memory."
You scold your friends, shooing them off as Lewis apologizes to Lauren, Laura.
After a while the house is empty and you say the goodbyes in place of Lewis. As you load the dishwasher you see them bicker back and forth through the large window.
You close the door, pressing start, deciding to stop evading their private conversation. You connect to Lewis' speaker, soft melodies bleeding through the house as you go room to room, collecting any foreign object that doesn't belong. You sit with Roscoe for a while after refilling his bowl, giving him kisses and rubs until his body vibrates with snores and then you are up and at it again finding anything to tidy.
You sing quietly to yourself you huff wiping the imaginary dust onto your dress. Just as you're going to sneak from the home, Lewis' voice halts you in your tracks.
"You're leaving?" His eyes are furrowed, and his face is scrunched up.
"I- uh yeah, I didn't know how long the two of you were going to be."
"You're not staying the night?"
Your eyes shoot flicker between Lewis and Laura, "Um, no." you chuckle hoping he'd catch the hint.
As much as you loved Lewis and spending time with him, that love didn't cover listening to him fuck the brains out of his current fling.
"She's not staying," Lewis speaks up.
You are still frozen by the door, your hand holding onto the handle. You peek at Laura, her face covered in disdain.
Your mouth drops open and then closed, trying to figure out the words to articulate your desire to leave in order to avoid whatever weird tension is brewing.
"Bye, Lewis." Laura bites, her long legs striding past you quickly. You move to the side, and she slips through the door without saying so much as a word to you.
"Ooh," you whistle, watching as the door frame rattles from the intensity of the close.
"What's her problem?"
"Your friends are bitches Lew." He mocks in a whiny voice.
You laugh, clutching your chest, "They're a bit rude."
"Yeah," he sighs.
"For good cause," you continue.
"Yeah."
"I mean, I don't like the girl either, but as long as you don't mind what she did then-."
"You staying." Lewis interrupts. He really didn't feel like talking about Laura, especially since he was alone in your presence for the first time today; it was all he wanted for his birthday.
It'd been three weeks since he last saw you, and while the two of you talked on the phone and texted every single day, it'd never compare to actually being in your space.
You groan as he puckers out his bottom lip, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes that always seem to convince you to do whatever he's asking for.
"Only because it's your birthday, and these heels hurt my feet so much, I don't really think I can drive."
"Oh please," Lewis laughs, "don't act like you don't wanna spend time with me. Excuses, excuses, excuses."
You waddle over to him, grasping onto his waiting arm as you bend at your knees to free your aching feet from said heels.
He takes the shoes from your hand, leading you up the stairs.
As the two of you approach his bedroom, you feel your excitement boil over.
When he opens the door, you speak up, "I figured what'd be a good gift for someone who literally has enough money to buy whatever he wanted. Then I remembered how much you miss home while you're away and came to the conclusion that money could never bring that kind of comfort."
Lewis sniffles as he looks at the array of gifts spread over his bed.
There is a stuffed Roscoe and Coco, a scrapbook that you'd dug into the archives to fill, letters from his family, your family, your friends, and an array of letters from you. Flowers, because to you, he deserved his more than anyone walking. You'd recreated his favorite ever birthday gift to him, a knit cheetah that you had your grandma help crochet with you for weeks before his seventh birthday. It's safe to say the OG had gone through a lot over the years. And finally, his first helmet from his carting career. He remembers his parents not being able to afford his helmet after buying him a game console for his birthday.
He remembers how upset he was but understanding of his parent's situation. He also remembers you leaving his party that night, face set in as much determination as it could be for a kid. The next day, you popped up with your dad shoving a brand new helmet adorned in a purple sticky bow into his arms. It'd been so many years since he'd last seen the helmet; as a teen, he'd gotten rid of so many things he considered to be junk, the helmet being one. But the older he got, the more he realized just how sentimental stuff like that was.
"You don't understand how hard I had to search through my Granny's attic for that. She always figured you'd want that back one day, pulled it right out of your yard sale that day."
Off to the side were stacked shoe boxes, a box from his jeweler, and a few designer bags.
He throws his arms over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest; he nestles his head atop of yours before he cranes to press multiple kisses to your hairline. "You're my favorite person in the whole world, know that, right?" He rasps.
"You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him in closer. "I love you Lew, happy birthday. You deserve it all."
You don't know how long the two of you stand their wrapped in each other's embrace before you part.
"You can shower in here; I'll hop in the guest."
"Unzip me?"
You turn giving him your back to face, you feel his hand reach up to gently swipe your hair over your shoulder, you shiver as his finger tips glide against the skin of your neck.
"I'm gonna unclip your necklace first," he announces, and his voice is raspier than usual. He gulps as he pinches at the golden clasp, reaching one hand around your front to catch the dainty piece of jewelry.
He places it into you waiting palm, and feels his hands get clammy as he holds onto your hip for leverage. Holding you into place as his other hand glides the zipper down your back. His mouth waters and his heart hammers at the sight of your glowy skin being reveled to him.
You hold the dress up at the front, staring at him from the mirror i the corner of his room. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and there is such a charged tension lingering between the two of you. There are no words spoken as the two of you revel in each others presence. Both of his hands are now on your hips as you fell yourself subtly lean back into him. His chains cool your back as you sink into him.
You smile at him through the mirror, "I really did miss you, but I have to shower. I'm sweaty, and I've been chasing kids around all day."
He chuckles, nudging you away but not before leaning over your shoulder, craning his neck in order to place a lingering kiss on your cheek that is almost too close to the corner of your mouth.
"Go shower, stinky."
You roll your eyes, treading into the bathroom and closing the door. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.
Fuck, it was so challenging yet so exhilarating being in Lew's presence when all you want to do is strip him bare and have your way with him.
You put those thoughts aside and turned on the shower.
When you're clean and dry, you exit the bathroom in your robe (Lewis always keeps an extra for you), where you see Lewis sprawled across the bed, clad only in a pair of boxers. He watches you as you stride past, his head lies against the bed turning to follow your movements. He watches you disappear into his closet and exit, covered in his Mercedes t-shirt that falls down your thighs.
He lulls away the inappropriate images flowing through his mind and instead focuses on the fact that you're wearing his shirt to bed rather than any selection of your clothing piled in his dressers or hanging in your section of his closet.
He makes no attempt to move as you crawl up the bed towards him.
The scene is an absolute vision; he feels blood rush to his member, and he has to use all of his willpower not to let out the lewd groan he's containing.
You only smile at him, and you look so fucking beautiful and innocent he swears if you stare at him for any longer, he'd say fuck it all and pull you down underneath him.
He starts a mental countdown, but before he reaches one, you are flipping onto your back, his arm serving as a pillow as you fit comfortably against his side.
You turn your head to the right, seeing the bottle of liquor in his hand.
"Give me that." He passes it over, his lips turned up in a smirk.
You lift your head, taking a good bit down your throat before passing it back; he does the same.
"I've got to post you for your birthday!" You gasp excitedly. You two joke around as you upload to your pages.
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y/u/n my favorite holiday, happy birthday lewlew, i love you to the moon and back, although you love to move through life fast I am always happy to spend slow days like this together with you cheetah, thank you for the lifelong memories and for sticking by me, i love you like no other <3
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whitwhit mum and dad ❤️ happy birthday pops
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lewishamiton I love you more than life bunny, Thank you for today it was everything I needed.
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lewishamilton Another one 🎂 Always a blast spending time with the people I love. Blessed to see another year surrounded by those I love. Special shoutout to bunny for the impromptu birthday celebration, every year that passes I am reminded of how we've gone through life together, always. Can't wait to spend many more years surrounded by love and happiness, thank you for the birthday wishes.
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user the way his post is full of him and y/n as kids. they really grew with each other 🥹
y/u/n cakes and candles my guy i luv uuuu
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You two laugh as you scroll through your friends' comments. Somewhere along the line of you two passing the bottle back and forth, you began your own game of twenty-one questions, extra juicy, seeing as you two already knew damn near everything about the other.
"Hmmm!" you light up, "take a shot, or tell me why Nicki called you a weird little guy."
Lewis smacks his teeth but breaks into a fit of laughter as you turn over, propping your chin up against his arm. Your feet kick back and forth as you stare into him.
"You're messy." He declares, downing another shot.
You groan, reaching over his bare body to take the bottle. "And you're no fun."
"What's one thing you've never told anyone, including me? I mean deepest, darkest secret."
You hum again, allowing Lewis to reposition the two of you. Now he is rested against the headboard, and your head rests on his lap. You let out a gentle moan when his fingers begin to rub against your scalp—his member twitches in his boxers.
"Answer the question." He demands his hands, pushing your head forward slightly to avoid the feel of his growing penis.
Your eyes bore into his, and he could see you fighting to decide whether to tell him or not. He almost tells you to take your shot until the words tumble from your plush lips.
"I used to have the biggest crush on you for the longest time, like probably was in love with you." You admit. Your eyes never leave his and it has his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He feels many questions running through his mind and they want to tumble out like an avalanche but like the relaxed person he is, he plays it cool.
"yeah, and what happened to these feelings, bunny?"
You smile at the nickname, rolling your eyes as you scoff. Lewis always picked at your cute persona as a kid, calling you as sweet and timid as a bunny, the bunny teeth also didn't help.
"You almost got married," you answered. "Realized that a childhood crush was just that, I let it simmer for so long that I made it seem realistic. When you started considering taking things further, I think I closed that book, locked that door, and threw away the key. It was easy when you left her and started running rabid like a fucking dog." you snort.
He laughs with you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You calling me a slut?"
"If the condom fits." You tease.
He rolls his eyes, but deep down inside, he is in shambles over the chance with you that he's missed. And he's regretting every decision that led up to you losing those feelings for him. "Next question."
You're staring deep into his soul with those sparkly eyes again and he can't help but return the same lovey eyes back. He always feels like this with you, wholly enamored and floored by anything that you do.
You look so sweet and perfect that he doesn't expect the question that falls from your lovely mouth. "What's your favorite kink, like what's something that you do during sex that has you absolutely ready to go berserk?"
"You got a dirty mind, bunny." He teases, two fingers tapping against your temple.
"I've got a breeding kink, I think." He doesn't go into full detail, describing how he discovered it years ago when out shopping with you, and you passed through the baby aisle to shop for his newborn niece at the time. He doesn't describe how his pants tightened at the sight of you holding up cute little onesies or how his mind wandered to you laying spread out in his bed, being pumped full of his cum and loving it, begging for it. He doesn't tell you how he came the hardest he'd ever come in his life that night in his shower, imagining you plump with his child and a bright smile on your lips.
"Elaborate." There is a glint in your eyes as you observe him that urges him to finish his thoughts.
"It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you. You love someone so much that you want them to swell up with what is yours. Just fucking the cum back into them every time it slips out, one goal. Give someone my babies."
As he talks, his own words excite him; you can feel it, and you say nothing. The air surrounding you two is charged with such a lewd and sensual energy.
You throb between your thighs as he speaks to you, and his voice is getting deeper and deeper. He is hot and hard against your cheek; you stare up at him, your eyes leaving his own to trail the way his lips move to the way his jaw clenches, to the way his throat bobs all the way to his tatted, glowing chest. His words are getting to you. It's no secret that you, too, had a breeding kink, but hearing him say the words you wished to hear spoken to you in the midst of passion made you shoot into action. You are on his lap before you know it, mouth mushing against his in an instant.
He doesn't hesitate to return the favor; he separates your lips, gliding his tongue into your mouth, licking you open. You moan into his mouth, pressing yourself against him harder. He lets out a shaky breath through his nose, reaching one hand up to grasp the back of your neck and the other on your ass, pushing you impossibly closer to him.
You rock your hips against him, grinding down over him; he lets out a raspy groan, pulling away from your lips, his head falling to watch where your bodies connect; he lets out a moan as his grey briefs darken in color. You continue to glide back and forth over him
You swear you hear him whimper as you lift from his lap. He reaches to pull you back, but you are too fast; kneeling between his spread legs, the sight alone has him letting out another drawn-out whine. Your hand creeps up, rubbing him through the material. You were such a fucking vixen it was driving him mad. His head falls back against the headboard, and his eyes squeeze shut. You're barely doing anything to him, and it feels better than anything he's ever experienced, and he can only equate it to it being you.
You finally free him from his confines, and his head drops down to view you, and his jaw falls slack.
You jerk him up and down, your thumb swiping over the slit at the head of his perfect cock. You moan at the sight, and he twitches. You kiss at the top, staring at him through your lashes, and he swears he almost burst right then and there. Your lips are shiny with spit and you're practically drooling over him. As you place kisses up and down his shaft. You finally slip him into your mouth humming as you taste him. It has his legs spasming making you jostle a little.
You pop him from your mouth, giving him a cute smile that has him throwing his head back. She's going to fucking kill me.
You're moaning over him, driving him absolutely fucking insane. Lewis watches you through clouded eyes, his hand traveling to your hair. He pushes you lower and lower until you're shoving all of him down your throat, and then he pulls you off for air. You smile up at him going down again, and he lets out the nastiest moan you've ever heard.
"So fucking greedy for my dick." You'd never heard him speak like this, and it was scrambling your brain and your insides. "Mhmm," you moan over him. He holds onto your hair with his left hand, his right hand trailing to pull up the shirt that adorns your beautiful body. The higher he raises the shirt, the more unstable he becomes; the black panties cover barely anything, and when he continues to glide his hand up your back, your breasts hang loosely. He fondled them in his hand tweaking your nipple.
He tenses up, watching you take him down your throat like a champ, "fuuckk."
He pulls you up for the last time, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He thrust up into nothing. His tongue finds it's way into your mouth and moves along with you in the most sensual kiss you'd ever gotten in your life.
"Lew." you whine, and it has him tensing again. This was better than he'd imagined. For years for his entire life he'd pictured this moment, played it out in a million different scenarios and they don't even measure up to this.
He was harder than he'd ever been and ready to finish at the mere sight of you looking up at him with his cock stuffed in your mouth.
"I can't- I won't last-" He is breathless, and his chest is falling up and down harshly. He looks so perfect, face tinted red and lips red and plump.
"Fuck me then," you order, and it flips a switch in him.
He'd dreamed of this moment, and he would be damned if he let his mind fuck this up for him. He pulls the large shirt from your frame and flips you over, laying you gently on your back. He hikes your legs up, spreading them open and pressing them down. Your knees touch the bed flat at your sides, and you mewl as his tongue flatly glides against your core.
You shiver and shake as he sucks you up. You can't stop squirming as he literally eats you. You moan his name over and over, hands coming down to clutch his curls. He moans against your core, pressing you down harder. You quiver in his hold, and you can feel that ball inside you, ready to burst. "Come for me, baby, let it out." He urges kissing your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and that's when it happens.
The best orgasm you've had in your life. He licks you through it before sitting up on his knees. He still has you spread open at his mercy, and the sight below him has him stroking himself above you.
"So fucking pretty." he rasps, "ready for me?"
You nod, so fucked out that words seem impossible to you.
He chuckles, his hand coming up to hold you open as his other directs his hard dick to your hole; he pushes the head in at first, hissing as you suck him in. "Mhhm," he moans, "want me so bad, huh?"
You mewl, trying to push your body up to push him in.
"Aht, aht." he pushes his hand against you harder. "Let me take my time, make it right for us, yeah. Been wanting this forever."
His words make you gush more and more; you'd never imagine that Lewis, of all people, was this vocal during sex.
"He lets go of himself, both hands now gripping your thighs that are still burning against your chest. He stares deep into your soul as he pushes himself in an inch just to ease out just as slowly.
"Gotta stretch this pretty pussy out first, huh? So fucking tight." he coos.
Your eyes fall closed, your mouth going slack as he slides in again. "It's your dick, baby. All yours."
"C'mon bunny, wanna see your eyes, wanna watch you take me." You open your eyes breaths leaving you as little hitches as he finally fills you up.
"He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes watching where the two of you connect. "Fits so good," he groans, "made jus' for me."
You only mewl and clench the sheets.
"So pretty," he drops your legs, propping himself up on an elbow; his weight covers you like a security blanket. "Mhmm." he moans, sliding in and out of you. Your walls were suffocating him, sucking him in and trying to keep him in place. His face is scrunched up in pure pleasure as he succumbs to your velvety walls. So fucking warm and wet.
"Love this pussy." he groans before his mouth is back on yours.
"Say it's mine," he orders pulling back, he is towering over you again, one hand clutching your face to watch him watch you.
You only moan, equating his words to being in the moment even though they have your stomach doing flips.
"Say it's mine, baby, and I'll give you what you want."
It's like he hit a switch in you, brought out a side of you that you've never been able to release.
"It's yours," you coo, "all yours, only yours."
His eyes shine at your words, pressing a quick peck to your lips.
"Nobody can give it to you like me, they don't deserve it, been so good to you. Hmm. Can give you everything you want."
One hand travels down to your stomach, where he presses down, "Feel me in there?"
"yes." you gasp, eyes rolling back; the sex is no longer slow and sensual. He is pounding into you so hard that your body lurches up and down the bed, and your breast bounces with every thrust.
Lewis Hamilton is a dirty man, you conclude watching his lips fall open from the dirty smirk he'd had it in.
"Got something else to put in there." You clench around him tighter curses falling from his mouth as he stills inside of you.
You know he is only in the moment, this whole debacle started because of his admission of a praise kink, you know he's playing along with yours, he wants to get you there in the same way you want to get him there so you play along.
"I want it." you whine, "want it all."
Lewis thought it was impossible for him to get any hornier, but once again, you've proven him wrong.
"Want you to fill me up, want to be full of you." You play on his words from earlier. "Want all of you."
He moans once again, spreading you open. He is plowing into you. Loud grunts left his throat as he digs deeper and deeper into you. He can feel every crevice of your flesh as you swallow him.
"Gonna give you what you want, make you big and full, have you carrying my babies. Going to have what you always wanted, love."
Your eyes fall shut at his words in utter bliss.
He lays on top of you, the burn of your thighs spreading. His hands travel to your own, holding them on either side of your head. His head is nestled between the crook of your neck; he's sucking and licking along your neck. You feel him everywhere.
"mmph," you moan as he reaches and punches against your sweet spot over and over.
Lewis is so fucked out in a loving haze that he can't control the words tumbling from his lips onto your skin.
"Wanted this forever, so long." He whimpers, "Feel so good, only wanna feel you. Only wanted you."
You free one hand from his hold wrapping it around to rub at the curls at the nape of his neck. You want him to keep talking, keep feeding you the words you've waited your whole life for him to say. "I can give you everything you want, baby."
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you can't tell if it's from the pleasure he's giving you or the words he's dribbling out.
"Taking me so well, fuck!" he sits up on his knees again, turning you over without pulling out of you; you're on all fours as he plows into you from behind.
"So mean, making me wait so long, letting me be with the wrong woman, should've been you." You clench around him eyes squeezing shut, you shouldn't enjoy these words as much as you do but you can't help it.
"Wanted it to be you, would've had our family by now, so many kids, so happy." You're literally shaking, the fire growing inside of you, making it impossible to ward off your second orgasm.
"Been looking for you in all these women, never were you, never could be. Fucking couldn't get hard without imagining your face. Always had to be you." He sounds so vulnerable and open behind you. You want to see his face so badly, and you want to watch him as he admits what you've always desired.
Like he read your mind, he flips you over again, nestling between your legs and pushing himself in again with a hiss, "Gotta see your face when you come, love."
You're on top of him, relishing in the way he looks up at you. Your thighs are placed on either side of him lifting over and over as he glides in and out of you.
He looks so beautiful, you think even if he is spitting out the most wild and lewd words you've ever had spoken to you. "Gonna empty this dick in you baby, give you my baby. Make you mine, all mine." He growls.
"Could've had this all along if you said something sooner, bunny. Would have had you feeling like this all of the time."
His hands are on your waist, lifting you up and down over him. You fall forward one hand holding you up and the other reaching down to cup his jaw. You press your lips over his, breathless pants traveling from one mouth to the other. The eye contact is intense as you stare each other down. His eyes literally sparkle as he fuck up into you, his mouth dropped open. You kiss him one last time before sitting up again and setting your own pace, "Fuck Lew, you feel so good."
You're bouncing on him at a much slower pace as his eyes fall closed and his grip tightens on your flesh.
You're not responsible for what you say when you cum, it's common knowledge, which is why when Lewis flips you over and barrels into you at a much softer pace you let his words carry no penalty, albeit the way they make your eyes water, albeit the way you return them truthfully.
It's so overwhelming you can't help the way the tears flow from your eyes and slide onto the sheets. He's cumming in spurts, hot and gooey, filling you to the brim. Lewis has never come so much. He lets out an array of grunts and moans. He's so out of it that he lets his words tumble out without a care in the world, and he means them wholly. He's fucking his cum into you, pushing it back in with his dick as you quiver around him.
"Love you, fuck, I fucking love you."
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Hmmmm Uncle Waffles deserves something. My crush is growing fr ….
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