Bad Bunny x fem!reader. word count: 1.2k.
summary: All the times you’ve caught Benito being jealous.
warnings: established relationship. fluff. jealousy. words in spanish. kissing. protective Benito. mentions of reader being famous too. other man being disgusting. english isn’t my first language.
a/n: omg im sorry for taking so long BUT i got so many jealous benito request that i tried to get them all together in one 💆🏾♀️ hope you like it!!! 😋 masterlist
♡. You could swear you’d never forget the first time you noticed his jealousy. You weren’t dating yet, and it wasn’t anything serious enough to scare you off, if anything, something inside you lit up at the way he reacted.
♡. It happened at a family party in his home in Puerto Rico. He had invited a few friends too, and through them came a guy neither of you knew. From the moment he introduced himself, he wouldn’t stop trying to get your attention, even going as far as placing his hand on your lower back while talking to you. That was the moment Benito felt his cheeks burn. Not long after, the man was escorted out of the house, and Benito wore the most satisfied smile you had ever seen.
♡. Later that night, when you were finally alone, you brought it up pointing out how obvious it had been. He tried to deny it, saying, “Not at all, mami. I was chill,” but your barely contained smile at his fake nonchalance forced him to admit that maybe, just maybe, it had bothered him a little.
♡. You were surprised. You didn’t think he’d be the type to get nervous or shy after being caught jealous. And yes, it was strange, because it never happened again… at least not like that.
♡. The next time, you were already together. Your relationship was public, and everyone knew he didn’t play when it came to his girl. To you.
♡. At the first event you attended as a couple, it happened again. A singer you didn’t recognize stood a little closer than Benito would ever admit he disliked. Because of your job, you had to introduce yourself to another man, who didn’t hesitate to be friendlier than necessary. At the after-party, Benito finally had the chance to mark his territory. When one of your favorite songs started playing through the speakers, he took your hand and pulled you away from everyone. “I’m stealing my girlfriend for an indefinite amount of time,” he told your friends with a grin though he didn’t even look at the guy who was with the group. You spent several minutes like that, spinning in his arms, his hands resting gently on your waist and hips. Every now and then, he pressed soft kisses to your neck and jaw, making sure the man understood he didn’t stand a chance. When you stopped dancing, Benito placed his jacket over your shoulders and whispered, “Let’s go home, mi amor” (my love) The moment the hotel door closed behind you, he kissed you slow and deep, his hands gripping your waist. “All night,” he murmured against your lips, “I wanted you to myself.”
♡. Since you worked in the same industry, he understood when you had to collaborate with other people. But that didn’t make it easier when he had to watch you film a music video for your new song. Some scenes required you to dance while several men danced around you —or rather, for you. That day, he had to step away from the set and wait for you in your dressing room.
♡. Benito could get jealous, but he never showed it in a toxic way. Yes, he’d get tense, clench his jaw, maybe even his fists. But he would never take it out on you. He trusted you. He knew none of it was your fault.
♡. In moments like those, he’d take your face in his hands and pull you into a kiss. As your lips and tongues moved together, you’d feel his hands roaming your body, sliding from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you flush against him with no space left between you. Then his hands would travel down to your ass, giving you a firm squeeze that always made you smile mid‑kiss.
♡. It even happened once during one of his concerts. It was time to be in “la casita,” and that day you had made time to be there, smiling inside the little house. While he sang, you swayed to the music without a care until you felt someone grab your hand. A man you didn’t know was trying to get you to dance with him. His idea didn’t last long. Seconds later, Benito appeared, pushing the man’s hand away from yours while continuing to sing as if nothing had happened. You felt his hand slide to your waist as he guided you, standing behind you, to the other side of the casita. That’s when the two of you danced together, your bodies pressed close, moving as one.
♡. During a meet‑and‑greet, a fan flirted with you without realizing you were his girlfriend. Benito just smiled, signed the fan’s poster, and said, “Careful, bro. Esa es la mujer mía a la que le hablas.” (That’s my girl you’re talking to) The fan nearly fainted.
♡. You remember perfectly when a guy from your past texted you “hope you’re doing well,” out of the blue. When you told Benito he didn’t get mad, he just wrapped his arms around you from behind and said, “Tell him you’re doing perfect. Better than ever.”
♡. It happened during a private listening party. You were talking to a producer who kept leaning closer every time he spoke. Benito watched from across the room, his jaw tight, his fingers tapping against his glass. When the producer laughed a little too loudly at something you said, Benito finally walked over, sliding his hand around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. “Nena, ¿todo bien?” (You good, baby?) he asked, his lips brushing your ear. The producer stepped back immediately. Benito didn’t let go of you for the rest of the night his hand stayed on your hip, warm, firm, reminding everyone exactly who you belonged to.
♡. At a club in Puerto Rico, a stranger approached you while Benito was talking to a friend. The man complimented your dress, then your smile, then your body. Before you could respond, Benito appeared behind you, his hand gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. “No está interesada, papi,” (She’s not interested, bro) he said, his voice calm but edged with something darker. The man backed off instantly. Benito didn’t let you go. He kept you pressed against him as you danced, his hands roaming your hips, his lips brushing your neck every few seconds as if he needed to remind himself you were there with him.
♡. One night, you were wearing one of his oversized shirts around the house with nothing underneath. When one of the man that worked for him facetimed him unexpectedly, you walked behind him to grab something. The man on the screen raised his eyebrows and said, “Damn, bro, that your girl?” Benito ended the call without answering him But making a quick mental note to fire him when he was back to work. He turned to you slowly, eyes dark, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gonna kill me one day,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap. His hands slid under the shirt, warm but with possessiveness. “Walking around like that. You’re trouble.” he whispered against your lips.
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