Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻
jealousy | jude bellingham
obsessed with this concept already !!
summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it
warnings: none
word count: 738
a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3
you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.
“someone dm you.” he says.
his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.
“who?”
“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.
“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.
jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.
“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.
“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.
when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.
some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.
he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.
“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.
you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.
“sure.” you say.
he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.
when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.
“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.
“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.
“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.
“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”
“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”
jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.
Summary: A teasing selfie leads to a night of raw passion, leaving you and Jude craving each other even more.
Word Count: 3.6K
Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)
Author’s note: A bit delayed, sorry, trying to get through my requests as fast as I can 🫂 hope you like it anon 🤍
The smell of fried onions mingled with the rhythm of the faint music playing softly in the background. The kitchen was alive with the warm crackle of oil in the pan, where golden cubes of onion sizzled and popped under your careful watch. Swaying your hips lightly to the beat, you chopped ingredients with precision, sneaking glances at the pan to ensure nothing burned. These moments had become your little sanctuary, a pocket of peace before Jude came home from training. Cooking, dancing, and letting the simplicity of the evening settle in — it was your way of unwinding.
The oversized white shirt you’d swiped from Jude’s wardrobe hung loosely on your frame, now peppered with tiny spots of oil that had jumped from the pan. It didn’t matter though; there was something inherently comforting about being wrapped up in his shirt, smelling faintly of him, even when he wasn’t there. Or so you thought.
Completely unaware of the faint creak of the door and the muffled sound of footsteps closing in, you focused on shredding a carrot with one hand while the other stirred the onions.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms slipped around your waist, pulling you into a firm, warm embrace. You yelped, the carrot nearly slipping from your grasp as you stiffened in surprise.
“Relax, it’s just me,” Jude’s voice rumbled against your ear, playful and low, his breath warm on your neck.
Your head instinctively tilted back, resting on his shoulder as your startled laugh bubbled out. “You scared me half to death,” you huffed, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your words.
“Oh, didn’t mean to,” he murmured, his tone laced with mock innocence. His lips grazed the shell of your ear before traveling down to your cheek and then to the curve of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin. “But look at you… you’re too irresistible in my T-shirt. So stunning,” he added, his voice husky and sweet, sending a flush of warmth creeping up your neck and cheeks.
You tried to keep your focus, though the slow drag of his lips against your neck was making that increasingly difficult. His arms tightened around your waist as his chin came to rest on your shoulder, his gaze dropping to the shredded carrot.
“What’s all this?” he asked, plucking a strand of carrot and popping it into his mouth.
“Dinner,” you replied, smacking his hand away when he reached for another. “For you. But I’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.”
“Oh, I don’t deserve it?” he teased, his chuckle vibrating against your back. “What’d I do this time?” His voice was dripping with mischief, the smirk audible even without seeing his face.
“You’re always up to something,” you retorted, fighting a smile as you reached for the wooden spoon to stir the onions. But before you could, Jude snatched your hand, spinning you around effortlessly. Now trapped between his body and the kitchen counter, you were met with his playful yet intense gaze.
“Jude, the onions—”
Your protest was cut short as his lips crashed against yours, a kiss so fierce and sudden it stole the air from your lungs. His hands roamed down to grip your waist, then lower to your ass, pulling you flush against him. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as his tongue slid against yours, deepening the kiss with an urgency that made your knees weak.
His lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was dominant, full of intent and meaning, as if he had something to prove. It wasn’t just affection — it was a statement. And in that moment, nothing else mattered, not the onions sizzling in the pan, not the carrots on the counter. Only him.
The heat from the pan was nothing compared to the fire spreading through your body as Jude’s lips traveled from your mouth down to your neck, his touch growing more demanding with every second. You barely registered the soft thunk of your head hitting the cabinet as he grabbed your thigh, hitching it up against his hip, pressing his hardness firmly between your legs. The sensation had you gasping softly, the sound spurring him on as he began sucking gently on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck.
For a moment, the world dissolved into nothing but the feel of him — the weight of his body pinning you to the counter, his breath warm against your skin, his lips working their way over your neck. But then reality snapped back in the form of a loud, angry hiss from the pan. The smell hit you next, the burnt onions now a scorched mess in the pan.
“Jude, look at what you’ve done,” you scolded, pushing him away reluctantly, grabbing the wooden spoon instinctively even though there was no salvaging the charred remains.
Jude didn’t even try to hide his amusement, his chuckle low and smug as he reached over, turning off the stove with a casual flick of his wrist. “I really don’t give a fuck about the onions right now,” he said, taking the spoon from your hand and setting it on the counter. His smirk was still firmly in place as he turned to face you, a familiar glint in his eyes that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
His hands came up to cradle your face, and for a moment, the gentle touch had you thinking this was going to be sweet and tender. But the dark intent in his gaze told a completely different story. “You really think I’m going to let you get away with what you did to me earlier today?” he teased, his tone dripping with mock sternness.
You blinked up at him, your brows knitting together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Both of his hands slid to your neck, holding you just firm enough to keep your eyes locked on his. His lips descended again, pressing against yours with deliberate intent before moving to kiss your cheek, then the other, then your nose, and finally your forehead.
“The picture,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “The one you sent me today.”
The realization hit you like a freight train. You’d completely forgotten about the cheeky mirror selfie you’d sent earlier — black lingerie, the perfect angle, sent on a whim when your package arrived. You’d assumed he was too busy to even check his phone, let alone respond. Apparently, you were wrong.
“You think that’s funny?” he continued, his lips returning to your neck, the kisses wetter and sloppier now as his voice dipped into something needier. “You think it’s okay to torture me like that?”
Your lips parted, an apology or explanation forming on the tip of your tongue, but Jude wasn’t about to give you the chance. He turned you swiftly, this time trapping you between himself and the kitchen island. His body pressed into yours with unrelenting intensity, his hands firm on your hips.
“I’ve been hard all day because of you,” he said, his voice thick with frustration and heat. “Do you have any idea how painful it’s been? I couldn’t even sneak away for ten minutes to take care of myself. Do you know what that was like?”
The image popped into your head unbidden, Jude, trying and failing to hide his boner during training like some awkward teenager, and you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up.
Jude narrowed his eyes at you, though there was no mistaking the playful glint in his expression. “Is that funny to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock offense, though the adoration was impossible to miss. “I should tease you back right now, make you suffer like I did all day. But I can’t.” His hands slid under your, his, shirt, his touch setting your skin alight. “I want you too much. I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
Before you could respond, his lips captured yours again, the kiss deeper, more demanding than before. He pulled back just long enough to tug the shirt over your head, his eyes darkening as they took you in. His gaze lingered for a beat before his head dropped to your bare chest, his lips brushing against your skin as a groan escaped him.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice muffled and full of want.
The air in the kitchen felt thick with tension, the heat between you and Jude intensifying with every passing second. You reached for his head, desperate to bring his lips back to yours, but Jude had other plans. His mouth latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before gently biting it. The sudden sensation made you yelp as his other hand began its descent, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” Jude murmured against your skin, his voice low and filled with awe. His teeth grazed your nipple, eliciting another sharp gasp from you. The hand inside your panties began stroking your folds, his touch teasing and maddeningly gentle.
“You’re already soaking, pretty girl,” he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down your spine as his thumb found your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. “You’ve been driving me crazy, angel. I couldn’t stop thinking about you today.”
His breath was hot against your neck as he dipped his head, inhaling your scent deeply. “Your scent burned my nose all day…” he groaned, his lips brushing over your collarbone.
With deliberate slowness, Jude peeled your shorts and panties down, letting them pool around your ankles. You wiggled your feet to free yourself, anticipation building as his hands roamed your now bare skin.
“And every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was you, spread out for me,” he confessed, his voice thick with need. His fingers returned to your slick heat, roughly teasing your entrance while his other hand braced against the kitchen island for support.
He pulled back just enough to take in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your naked form. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. So beautiful,” he said, his thick accent dripping with desire.
Before you could respond, his mouth found your earlobe, sucking and nibbling gently. The sensation sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, your back arching against the counter as your hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly.
“Are you going to be good for me, love? Gonna give me what I want?” His tone was teasing, but the dominance behind it was unmistakable.
You nodded breathlessly, letting out a soft hum as your eyes fluttered shut. “Please…” you groaned, your hips moving on their own, grinding against the knee he had pressed firmly against your aching core.
“God, you’re impossible,” Jude tutted, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. With swift movements, he spun you around, bending you over the cool marble of the counter. The sensation made you gasp, the coldness contrasting deliciously with your overheated skin.
“You’re absolutely stunning, baby. Just gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice filled with adoration as he ran his hands over your curves. The sight of you bent over, so ready and exposed for him, had him groaning softly.
His hand came down to massage the soft flesh of your ass, his touch firm but careful. “You remember, right?” he asked, his voice serious for a moment. “If you want to slow down, say yellow. If it’s too much, say red, and I’ll stop, okay?”
You nodded quickly, his care making you feel even more at ease. The way he always checked in before pushing any boundary filled you with a sense of safety you cherished deeply.
“Good girl,” he praised, his hands continuing their exploration. His fingers teased your dripping folds again, making your thighs instinctively clench together in need.
“Jude,” you whined, the desperation in your voice clear.
He wasn’t having it. Sliding his knee between your legs, he wedged them apart, ensuring you couldn’t close them again. “I’ll pretend you didn’t do that,” he said with a mock scolding tone, squeezing your ass hard enough to make you groan.
“You’re flawless,” he murmured, his hands caressing your skin. “And you’re all mine.”
The weight of his words sent a thrill through you, your body trembling with anticipation as his touch became more deliberate. You could sense what was coming next — the suspense only making your thighs quiver as you waited.
Jude’s hand massaged your ass, his movements slow and intentional. The tension was almost unbearable as you felt him lift his hand slightly, preparing for the first strike. It wasn’t the first time he’d spanked you, but the deliberate nature of it now, the way he had you bent over and completely at his mercy, made it feel entirely different.
Your breath hitched as the anticipation built, every nerve ending alight as you braced yourself for what was to come.
“You enjoyed teasing me with that picture, didn’t you?” Jude murmured, his hand lingering on your cheek, his thumb stroking in a way that had your heart racing.
“No,” you panted, the lie spilling from your lips without hesitation. The truth was that you loved teasing him, loved the idea of him unraveling because of you. But now, with his touch setting every nerve on fire, you couldn’t risk the honesty — not when the anticipation of what was coming next was already driving you mad.
Jude’s other hand flattened against the small of your back, pressing you into the counter until you were completely at his mercy. The cool marble beneath you contrasted with the heat building between your legs.
“Please, Jude,” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation as you tried to press your thighs together again, seeking relief. Before you could, Jude’s palm cracked against your ass, the sound reverberating through the kitchen and leaving a sharp sting in its wake. The shock stole your breath, the sudden sensation sending pleasure rippling through you.
“Still good, baby?” he asked softly, his voice low and rough as he ran his hand soothingly over the heated skin.
“Y-yes,” you stammered, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you nodded.
“There’s my good girl.” He bent down to press a kiss to the small of your back, the tenderness making your stomach flutter before he delivered another sharp slap to the same spot, pulling a sharp cry from your lips.
“Fuck!” you gasped, the sting bleeding into a delicious ache that had your thighs trembling. The duality of pain and pleasure ignited something primal, each spank stoking the fire inside you.
Jude alternated between cheeks, leaving your skin glowing red as he worked you over, pausing after each strike to murmur praise or check in with you. His deep voice was like a balm, grounding you even as his actions unraveled every last shred of control. By the time he finished, tears pricked at your eyes, your entire body alight with need as you whimpered, begging for more.
“You did so well for me, pretty girl,” he praised, his large hands kneading your tender flesh, the contrast of his gentle touch making you shiver. “So perfect, so beautiful.”
He straightened, one hand sliding to cup your throat as he pulled you upright, your back flush against his chest. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your sore skin, and it made you whimper with need.
“Please,” you whispered, your voice cracking as your hand reached up to cover his where it rested on your neck.
Jude’s eyes darkened as he spun you around, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. You melted into him, your hands fumbling between your bodies to push his sweatpants down. He helped you, one hand wrapped protectively around your throat, the other tugging his briefs over his hips. His cock sprang free, hot and heavy against your stomach as he groaned into your mouth.
“God, I want you,” you moaned, he turned you around in his grip to bend you over the counter once more.
Jude wasted no time, his hands gripping your hips as he slid his cock through your soaked folds. The friction made you both cry out, his deep groan reverberating through your chest.
“Please,” you repeated, desperate, and Jude finally gave in, pressing the tip inside you with a low curse.
The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling you perfectly as he gripped your thigh. His pace was relentless from the start, his thrusts hard, rough and precise, each one hitting the spot inside you that made your vision blur.
“So perfect,” he growled, his voice strained, “You always squeeze me just right.”
Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the slick surface of the counter as Jude’s hand found your shoulder, holding you steady as he moved. The other hand slid between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit in a rhythm that had you crying out his name.
“Jude!” you sobbed, your head falling forward as your body trembled.
“Look at you,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss your spine as his pace quickened. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, repeating the words like a mantra as he drove you closer to the edge. “Always yours.”
Your breathing became erratic, each gasp shallower than the last as the pressure in your core coiled impossibly tight. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice high and breathless. Your eyes rolled back, bliss overtaking your senses, your mind blank except for his name. It repeated in your head like a prayer, Jude, Jude, Jude — a chant you couldn’t stop, as if he had consumed every inch of your being.
“Cum for me, angel,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Wanna feel you let go around me.” His own body trembled against yours, every muscle tensed like live wires ready to snap. Jude was holding on by a thread, his balls aching for release, but his focus remained solely on you. He needed to feel you shatter first, to hear your cries of pleasure as you unraveled around him.
The intensity of his thrusts stole the air from your lungs, and you bit down hard on your lip to stifle the scream threatening to spill out. The sharp sting of teeth meeting flesh grounded you for a fleeting moment before the tidal wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body tensed, toes curling, fingers digging into the counter as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you.
“Jude!” you cried, the sound ripping from your throat as your walls clenched tightly around him. The pleasure was overwhelming, spreading from your core to every nerve ending until you were shaking, gasping for air, lost in the storm of sensation.
Jude cursed under his breath, his grip on your thigh tightening painfully as your climax pushed him over the edge. His forehead dropped to the back of your neck, his hot breath mingling with the sheen of sweat on your skin. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as his release hit, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you. The warmth of him filling you sent another shiver through your already trembling body, and you let out a soft sigh, resting your head against the cool marble.
He held you close as the aftershocks rippled through both of you, his arms wrapping tightly around your middle as if to keep you grounded. His chest heaved against your back, his lips brushing over your shoulder in a tender kiss. “God,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”
You chuckled weakly, still catching your breath, the corners of your lips tugging into a tired but content smile. “If this is what I get, I’ll be sending you selfies in lingerie every day.”
Jude’s laugh was soft but filled with affection, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he nuzzled into your skin. “Careful, my love. Next time, I might not be so generous.” His words carried a teasing edge, but his voice was warm, the smirk evident even without seeing his face.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, his body aching at the loss of your warmth. He groaned softly, his hands lingering on your hips before stepping back. “Stay there, let me take care of you.” His tone was gentle, almost reverent, as he disappeared momentarily, returning with a damp cloth to clean you up.
Every movement was tender, his touch soft as he tended to you, whispering quiet reassurances. “I love you so much,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple once he was done, his breath warm against your skin. His words were spoken like a secret, meant only for you.
After you were both dressed again, Jude pulled you into his arms, his chin resting atop your head as his hands traced lazy circles on your back. You leaned into him, your fingers brushing against his shoulders, savoring the quiet intimacy between you.
It was only then that he glanced around the kitchen, finally noticing the chaos left behind. The pan with the burned onion still sat on the stove, the half-shredded carrot nearby, various ingredients scattered haphazardly across the counter, utensils lay abandoned in a messy heap.
“We’re ordering in tonight, aren’t we?” Jude said, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.
You laughed along with him, shaking your head. “You ruined my therapeutic cooking session, you know.” Though your words carried a mock reprimand, your tone was light, the memory of the evening softening any lingering annoyance.
Jude smirked, pulling you closer, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “If it means having you like this, I’d ruin every meal we ever try to make.” You rolled your eyes, swatting at his chest playfully, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. As you nestled back into his arms, you knew one thing for certain — you’d definitely be sending him that selfie again.
