jude bellingham x fem.reader
sypnosis. A wedding night where you and your boyfriend, Jude, created a moment so unforgettable that everyone already knew whose wedding they would be attending next.
contents. fluff . we love a supportive family
warnings. cursing . mild-suggestive at the end?
You didn’t even want to be there in the first place, but your cousin had dragged you into it anyway.
“Oh, come on, Y/N! It’s just the bouquet toss!” the bride standing in front of you pleaded.
“I’m probably not going to catch it anyway…” you muttered, looking around at all the women gathering in the middle of the ballroom.
“You never know.” She winked before glancing at Jude, who only laughed.
“Go on, love,” he said with a smile. “It won’t hurt to try.”
With a sigh, you stood up and handed your glass of champagne to your boyfriend.
“Fine. But only because you’re my favorite cousin.”
“Yay!” she squealed before jogging back to the front of the room, getting ready to throw the bouquet.
You walked over, staying close to your table where Jude was still sitting.
This wasn’t your first bouquet toss.
And somehow, you had missed every single one.
You winced as an old memory came back.
You were only twenty, a little drunk, and it was the fifth bouquet toss you had joined. Your older cousin had thrown a beautiful bouquet of roses, and for a second, you thought you had it.
It brushed against your fingertips...
Then it landed right in another girl's hands.
You didn’t know why it hit you so hard, but your eyes filled with tears. You just stood there, frozen.
Before you knew it, the tears were falling.
Your mom noticed right away and hurried over, wrapping an arm around you.
“Oh, sweetie. It’s alright.”
You had completely embarrassed yourself that night.
You cried for hours just because you didn’t catch the bouquet.
Your parents told everyone you were only emotional because you were drunk, but they knew the real reason.
It had always been your dream.
To believe that maybe one day, it would finally be your turn.
On the drive home, your dad spent the whole ride trying to cheer you up.
“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “there will be more weddings, more bouquet tosses, and one day, it'll be your turn.”
Your brother sat beside you, trying—and failing, not to laugh.
“And besides,” your dad continued, “you’re still too young to get married. First, you have to meet the right person. The one you'll spend the rest of your life with.”
You cringed at the memory.
After finding out how much of a scene you had made, you never wanted to join another bouquet toss again. Even when someone managed to convince you, you never really put an effort to try to catch it.
Of course, that never stopped your brother and cousins from bringing it up.
To this day, they still thought it was hilarious.
“First, you have to meet the right person.”
Your father's words echoed in your mind.
Without even thinking, your eyes drifted to the man sitting a few feet away, still holding your champagne glass.
He looked at you with a small, encouraging smile, giving you a little nod as if to say, You've got this.
You couldn't help but smile back.
Funny enough, you met Jude only a month after that embarrassing bouquet incident.
Back then, you had just started working at a small coffee shop near the city. It was your very first day, and you were still trying to remember the menu when he walked through the door.
He was one of the regulars.
You ended up taking his order.
The moment your eyes met, everything around you seemed to disappear.
It was as if the whole shop had gone quiet, leaving only the two of you.
For Jude, it was almost the same.
He immediately noticed that the voice greeting him wasn't the usual cashier's. When he looked up and saw you smiling at him, something in his chest fluttered in a way he had never felt before.
Neither of you believed in love at first sight.
At least... not until that day.
After that, Jude started coming to the coffee shop even more often.
What used to be three visits a week somehow turned into one... sometimes even three visits a day.
"I needed another coffee."
"I forgot to grab a muffin."
You quickly caught on that his excuses weren't very convincing, but you never complained.
You found yourself looking forward to seeing him every day.
Eventually, he gathered the courage to ask you out.
After three months of talking, late-night phone calls, and getting to know each other, the two of you finally made it official.
And somehow, every year with him had been even better than the last.
"The one you'll spend the rest of your life with."
Your father's voice from that memory echoed once again.
Looking at Jude now, sitting there with that same gentle smile he had always given you...
You couldn't help but think...
That was what your dad had told you four years ago.
You were sure it was Jude.
The only person you could ever picture when you thought about your future.
The only man you wanted to grow old with.
The one you wanted to spend the rest of your life beside.
He had been that person ever since the day you met.
The person holding the microphone startedcounting.
You turned your attention back to your cousin, who stood with her back facing everyone, bouquet raised in her hands.
Without thinking, you took a small step forward.
Your body moved on its own.
Just like it always used to.
The bouquet flew through the air.
The room instantly burst into chaos.
Women laughed, squealed, jumped, and bumped into one another as they all reached for the bouquet.
You jumped too, stretching your arm as high as you could.
But instead of falling into your hands—
Your shoulders dropped, and you stopped moving.
Gasps filled the ballroom.
The bouquet had gotten caught on one of the large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
For a second, everyone simply stared.
Then the ladies burst into laughter before trying to reach it anyway.
They crowded underneath it, jumping and reaching as high as they could.
Before you knew it, you were stuck in the middle of them.
People bumped into your shoulders from every direction, and all you could do was try to keep your balance.
The bouquet was simply too high.
At least for everyone standing on the floor.
Giving up, you carefully slipped out of the crowd and started making your way back to your table.
You had barely taken a few steps before—
A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.
Before you could even react, the ground disappeared beneath your feet.
You let out a surprised gasp.
Looking down, you found Jude laughing as he effortlessly lifted you onto his shoulders.
He looked up at you with the biggest grin.
"Come on, love!" he called, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Before you could protest, he rushed straight back toward the crowd with you sitting safely on his shoulders.
The women around you burst into laughter at the sight, some gushed, quickly moving aside as Jude pushed his way underneath the chandelier.
"You're the tallest one here now," he laughed. "Go get it!"
A wide grin spread across your face as you looked up.
The bouquet was finally within reach.
You stretched out your arm as far as you could, your fingers wrapping tightly around the stems.
Cheers exploded around the ballroom.
The room filled with applause, laughter, and excited screams as you held the bouquet high above your head.
You looked toward the stage to see your cousin squealing happily, jumping up and down with pure excitement. Beside her, her newly wed husband quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, laughing as he tried to stop her from bouncing right off the stage.
The sight made you laugh.
Then your eyes found Jude again.
He was looking up at you with the biggest smile, cheering louder than almost anyone else in the room.
As if he'd been happier about this than you were.
Carefully, he lowered you back onto the floor.
The moment your feet touched the ground, he pulled you into a warm hug.
"I knew you'd get it," he laughed.
Before you could even answer—
Someone pulled you right out of Jude's arms.
You blinked to find one of your cousins staring at you with wide eyes.
"That was the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"You finally caught the bouquet!" your brother laughed, shaking his head.
This time, though, there wasn't a hint of teasing in his voice.
He sounded genuinely happy for you.
People all around you were smiling.
Some were gushing over how sweet Jude had been.
Others were patting him on the back, laughing and telling him he deserved an award for that move.
A few guests were already joking that this meant the next wedding would definitely be yours.
Looking through the crowd, your eyes met Jude's once again.
The way your heart seemed to skip before beating even faster.
It was the same feeling you had the first time you saw him walk into that little coffee shop.
The same feeling you got every time he smiled at you.
You had only fallen more in love with him.
A smile tugged at your lips.
"I love you," you mouthed across the room.
For a moment, everything else faded away.
The laughter, the music, the cheers around you...
Jude's eyes never left yours.
They softened, filled with nothing but warmth and love.
A slow smile spread across his face before he quietly mouthed back, "I love you more."
Beside Jude, you caught sight of your dad.
He gave Jude a proud pat on the back before looking over at you.
A knowing smile spread across his face as he walked your way.
"I told you so," he said with a grin.
You laughed, shaking your head.
"I mean it," he chuckled. "Four years ago, I told you there'd be more bouquet tosses. I told you one day it'd be your turn."
Your eyes dropped to the bouquet still clutched in your hands.
"And I told you that first, you'd find the right person."
His gaze shifted to Jude for a moment before returning to you.
You glanced back at Jude, who was already looking at you with that same gentle smile.
"Yeah," you said quietly.
A few moments later, the excitement had finally settled down.
You found yourself standing off to the side with your family, still holding the bouquet in your hands.
Now it was the men's turn.
Jude had never joined one before.
He knew it was basically the same as the bouquet toss, except instead of flowers, the groom threw a lace garter.
"You better catch that one," your dad told him with a grin, giving him a gentle push toward the crowd.
Jude laughed, giving your dad a quick salute before sending you a wink that made your cheeks warm like a school girl.
The groom stepped onto the stage, taking his place.
He looked at the crowd with the most serious expression he could manage.
For a few seconds, nobody moved.
Then he suddenly broke into a grin.
Holding the white lace garter up for everyone to see, he pointed dramatically at the crowd before swinging his arm back.
The garter flew across the ballroom.
The men immediately reached for it.
Thanks to his height, all he had to do was take one small jump and stretch out his arm.
The garter landed neatly in his hand.
"Yes!" your dad shouted so loudly that you nearly jumped out of your skin.
Laughter filled the room.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, Jude held the garter high above his head.
Then he spread both arms wide.
His signature victory pose.
The exact same one he always did after scoring a goal during his matches.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"So dramatic," you mumbled under your breath, even though you were smiling from ear to ear.
Your heart wouldn't stop racing.
Somewhere behind you, a few guests started cheering even louder.
"Oh, they're definitely next!"
"Looks like we'll be coming back for another wedding soon!"
Heat rushed to your cheeks again.
He was already looking at you.
Still wearing that same proud grin.
Your heart beat even faster.
Slowly, Jude started walking toward you.
He took his time, not rushing a single step, as if he wanted to make you wait just a little longer.
A smug grin rested on his lips.
There was a playful spark in his eyes, the same look he always gave you whenever he knew he was about to make you blush.
And judging by the warmth spreading across your cheeks...
The guests quickly caught on to what he was doing.
"Someone's feeling confident!"
Laughter and teasing filled the ballroom.
You covered part of your face with one hand, already feeling your face burn.
"Oh my gosh..." you mumbled, trying to hide your smile.
His eyes never left yours.
With every step he took, your heart beat a little faster.
By the time he finally stopped in front of you, he was wearing the biggest, most satisfied smile you'd ever seen.
"So..." he said, twirling the lace garter around one finger.
"I guess we make a pretty good pair."
You laughed, shaking your head.
"And yet," he teased, leaning in just enough for only you to hear, "you still love me."
He placed a hand dramatically over his chest.
You couldn't hold back your laughter.
The rest of the night seemed to fly by.
Before you knew it, guests were starting to head home, offering one last hug and another round of congratulations to the newlyweds.
While Jude stayed behind chatting with the groom, you walked over to your cousin to saygoodbye.
The moment you hugged her, she leaned close with a knowing smile.
She smirked and glanced toward Jude, who was laughing with her husband across the room.
"You have no idea how long we've all been waiting for this."
"Me, our cousins..." She laughed. "Even your brother."
"We've been making bets."
You pulled back just enough to stare at her.
You crossed your arms, pretending to be offended.
"We always tease you about... you know." She smiled sheepishly. "The bouquet incident."
You groaned, covering your face.
"But honestly?" she continued. "We've all been quietly hoping your moment would finally come."
Her eyes drifted to the bouquet still resting in your hands.
"And tonight... it finally did."
You looked down at the flowers, still unable to believe you were actually holding them.
“Not gonna lie," she added witha grin, "you and Jude completely stole the show."
"Oh no..." you said, immediately feeling guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take the attention away from you."
“What?" she laughed, gently nudging your arm. "No! Don't even think that."
"If anything, it made tonight even more memorable."
She glanced over at Jude again before looking back at you.
"The way he carried you on his shoulders just so you could reach the bouquet? Most romantic shit I’ve ever seen."
She placed a hand over her heart dramatically.
"I swear, half the room almost started crying."
"And the other half couldn't stop laughing."
You couldn't help but laugh with her.
Your cousin nodded. "Exactly."
She gave your hand one last squeeze.
"It was one of my favorite moments of the whole wedding."
After one last hug, you made your way back to Jude.
He was already waiting for you, standing by himself with his hands in his pockets.
The moment he saw you, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Very," you sighed, resting against him. "I think my feet are actually dying."
Jude laughed softly as the two of you slowly made your way back to the car.
But as you walked, his attention fell to your heels.
More specifically, your feet.
The smile on his face slowly faded when he noticed the red marks and slight swelling around them.
"You've been wearing these the whole night?"
You looked down, then shrugged.
Jude looked at you like he couldn't believe you had endured that much pain without saying anything.
He knew you would rather suffer quietly than ruinanyone else's night.
And after hours of standing, walking, and jumping around just to catch that bouquet, he could only imagine how much your feet were hurting.
Before you could say anything else, Jude suddenly bent down.
In one quick motion, he lifted you into his arms.
You let out a surprised yelp.
He carried you bridal style, completely unfazed by your shocked expression.
"You honestly have to stop doing that," you sighed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck for support.
"You mean carrying my girlfriend?"
"Yes," you said, looking at him. "You keep scaring me."
Jude only smiled, adjusting his hold on you.
"I'll stop when you stop pretending you're not hurt."
You opened your mouth to argue.
You leaned your head against Jude's chest as he carried you toward the car.
The warmth of his body and the steady sound of his heartbeat made you relax completely.
"Did I ever tell you how sexy you look today?" Jude asked, looking down at you with a smile.
You let out a tired laugh.
"Yes, Jude. You've been telling me the whole day."
"Exactly," he said proudly. "So just wait until we get home—"
"Jude!" you quickly interrupted, your face turning red. "There are people around!"
He only laughed, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you blush.
Neither of you noticed the wedding bells hanging nearby gently swaying in the night breeze.
Their soft ringing followed the two of you as you walked past.
A familiar voice suddenly called out.
You turned your head and saw your brother standing nearby, watching the two of you with a look of fake disgust.
"Quit acting like a married couple," he teased. "It's not your honeymoon.”
Your eyes immediately went to the bundle of cash in his hand as he casually tucked it into his pocket.
You stared at it for a moment.
Then realization hit you.
Your brother had bet on you.
But the sight of the money made you wonder...
Did he bet on you actually getting your moment?
Or did he bet against it, like most brothers probably would?
A small smile crossed your face.
You shook your head, still smiling.
"Whatever. Love you too."
Despite his teasing, he stepped forward and helped Jude open the car door for you.
"Remember," he said, pointing at the two of you, "you guys aren't married yet. It's not your honeymoon, so no funny business."
"She needs rest," he added, looking at Jude. "She already had a long night."
Jude looked down at you with a playful smirk.
"Oh, she'll be having a really long night alright."
Unfortunately for him, your brother heard every word.
His face immediately twisted in horror.
He covered his ears dramatically.
"He's joking," you reassured your brother.
He was still standing by the car window, peeking inside with a playful glare aimed at Jude.
You heard Jude clear his throat.
You immediately turned to him.
He tried to hide his smile, but the smug look on his face gave him away.
Your brother looked horrified.
You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head.
"You two are impossible."
After saying your goodbyes, you finally closed the car door, leaving your brother still standing therewith a suspicious look on his face.
"Remember," he called out through the window, "she needs rest!"
Your brother narrowed his eyes.
The moment he walked away, you turned to Jude.
"You enjoy teasing him, don't you?"
He glanced at you with a grin.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop smiling.
The drive home was quiet, filled with soft laughter and little moments between the two of you.
When you finally arrived, Jude helped you out ofthe car, carrying your heels in one hand and holding yours with the other.
"You know," he said softly, looking at you, "You were beautiful tonight."
"You told me that already."
He stepped closer, his voice lowering.
"I just don't think I told you enough."
Your cheeks warmed as his hands gently rested on your waist.
The playful confidence from earlier softened into something more tender.
"You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?" he whispered.
"Is that why you were showing off with the garter toss?"
A small pause passed between you.
Then he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before smiling at you.
"But mostly because I love seeing you happy."
Your expression softened.
"And tonight?" His eyes met yours. "Tonight reminded me that I can't wait for all the other moments we're going to have together."
The bouquet had been a dream you chased for years.
He was the person who made every dream after it feel even better.
author’s note. I couldn’t sleep and then I remember this one video that inspired this, I couldn’t stop myself from writing this. I had to! Lol
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