#joao felix smut

[ennkis]

KISSES TO MY EXES (joão félix x reader)

summary : in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors

face claim : alexandra saint mleux (shes so gorgeous brooo)

notes : this idea came to me in a vision tbh like its so stupid im actually crying but hope you enjoy it. also no hate to magui shes so fine n stuff js her personality is irking me out xx

pairings : joão félix x ex!norris!reader , smau

It's safe to say both of them were screwed over by the two people who were now rumored to be dating.

Y/N L/N became a prominent figure in the sports industry even before she started dating the McLaren driver. She gained recognition in the Formula One community as Lando Norris's girlfriend. However, after their breakup, she became known as the one who was dumped by Lando Norris—in a good way, though.

She used the publicity of being dumped to her advantage. Instead of sobbing over the breakup initiated by Lando, she became the best version of herself.

João Félix, on the other hand, took his "breakup" as a challenge. A challenge to see how many times he could get fucked over by the same girl. The Portuguese actress and model, Magui Corceiro, was like meth to him. He couldn't stop going back to her; he didn't even try to stop himself. People say that "third time's the charm." Well, for João, it was the fourth. After she fucked him over for the fourth time, he decided he was going to start his villain arc (breaking up with her).

João's transfer to Barcelona came with much more than just a new club and a new country to discover; it also brought a new relationship.

The two had bonded over their recent relationship endings and on a personal level, they were a match. As months went by, their bond grew until it turned into an actual relationship. As of June 2024, they had been together for about five months, agreeing to keep it low-key. However, the moment they saw their exes link up they decided to reveal it piece by piece.

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formulagossip uh, oh !! ex-wag / wag gossip here !! the ex-girlfriend of lando norris, y/n l/n, had attended a wimbledon match whilst her ex-boyfriend (lando) was there with his current girlfriend (?), magui corceiro. they havent interacted at all but neither of the three seem excited about meeting eachother here.

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user oh shit

user bro downgraded (personality wise)

user slamming my head against the wall

user lando when will you learn

- user both magui and lando r red flags ..

user wonder if shes gonna cheat on him too ..

user lando x magui seem very pr-like

user doesnt magui follow y/n on instagram

user their relationship seems fun..!

user not a smile in sight

- user y/n is mewing 🤫🧏

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formulagossip even more ex-wag gossip! it looks like the ex girlfriend of lando norris, y/n l/n, has arrived at the spanish grand prix. she lives in barcelona and is a long time formula one fan. she got invited by the ferrari f1 team to their garage 👀👀

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user are we about to witness a ynlando reunion .

user noooo y/n run outta there

user she looks so gorgeous.. landos loss

user why would she be there for lando, cmon guys be so fr

user her outfits always eat

user shes so fine guys helppppp

user L LANDOOOO

user poor lando, has to see whats he missing out on

user post break up glow !!!

- user more like new relationship glow .

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formulagossip wave of exes this weekend 👀 joão félix (portuguese fc barcelona player) also known as the ex-boyfriend of magui corceiro was spotted at the red bull garage.

user damnnnn

user guys i lowkey ship joao and y/n

user y/n, lando, joao but no magui..

- user lmaoooo literally we need her here to connect them

user y/n liked ??????????????

user WHY IS NO-ONE TALKING ABOUT Y/N LIKING THIS POST

user i get u y/n

user ooooh she likes barca players

user chat i need him

user f1 & barca.. my two worlds colliding

user a smell a new couple

- user if delusional was a person:

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formulagossip y/n y/l, ex-girlfriend of lando norris liked our post regarding the portuguese fc barcelona player. the two have been following eachother for a few months and even spotted at some events together (via a fan who messaged to us!)

user 🚢🚢🚢

user chaaaaat i ship..

user the upgrade is wild

user i wouldnt be surprised if theyre dating tbh

- user they match eachothers vibe

user barca fangirl x barca player who ???

user ooooh i fear i like this

user girlie is gonna be the ultimate wag

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yourusername hot summer nights

user joao AND lando in the likes !?!?!?!?!? thats craaazy

user magui caught shaking

user shes so lana coded

user this is so unfunny i need her like actually

- user joao on a second account is that you ??

francisca.cgomes beautiful !!

- yourusername says YOU

- user aint that maguis bestfriend ...

landonorris 😍

- user brother ..

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joaofelix79 summer 💆🏽‍♂️☀️

user this pic got me pregnant

user woof woof

user y/n liked !!

user not to be dramatic but i think i’m dead

user the kids miss you

user who took the picture ...

user those biceps ...... rawr

user magui missing ouuuuut

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yourusername bit of this and that

francisca.cgomes #needthat

- yourusername #comengetit

- pierregasly what the fuck .

- pierregasly im telling your boyfriend

- yourusername fyi i read that in a french accent

- pierregasly much needed fyi .. thanks.

- yourusername what was that?? sorry i dont speak croissant

- user BOYFRIEND ?????

user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user who's that MAN.

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's lando tbh..

- user get a grip

user dont ask me how i know this but those are definetly joaos hands

user the aestheticness is so visually pleasing xx

joaofelix79 posted a new story.

(translation : adorable)

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formulagossip former wag of lando norris, y/n y/l, is seemingly soft launching her relationship with the portuguese football player, joão félix. the two have been interacting both on and off social media for a while now and its not surprising theres possible romance going on !! y/n posted a picture of a pair of hands which match another picture of joaos hands. it also appears joao updated his instagram story with a picture of y/ns dog. what do you guys think?

user FINALLY . A HAPPY ENDING FOR THEM

user ahhhh thats so cute

user kika likeeeeeeed

user im so happy for them if theyre together

user ive been waiting for this moment

user beyond excited rn

user what the sigma im so happy

user ughhhhhh me when

user blud learned his lesson

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joaofelix79 rio de janeiro🤍😍

user THATS Y/NS DOG

user he hay sports

user my mannnnnn

- user hey girlie...

user did y/n take that picture 👀 👀

user looking good

- user its the girlfriend effect

user WOOOF WOOF

user i wonder how y/n feels about the comments

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yourusername cats out the bag n stuff

francisca.cgomes AAAAAAAH FINALLY

francisca.cgomes y/n is still mine tho .

- joaofelix79 nuh uh .. ????

- francisca.cgomes YUH UHHHHHH

- pierregasly bruhhh ☹️☹️

- yourusername sorry mr baguette man

user IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

user aaaaaaaaaaaaaah cuties

user anyone notice magui & lando have been quiet for a while

user talk about an upgrade

user anyone else find it funny that kika (maguis supposed best friend) is congratulating y/n for dating joao (maguis ex)

- user and not even a like for magui & lando

user i love the dynamic between pierre, joao, y/n & kika

user fav couple tbh

chattttttttt this is sillyyyyy but yeah hope u liked it xx

[i-care-4u]

BEST FRIEND(S) | J.FÉLIX

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X FEM!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

joão was out with floki at the dog park. floki seems excited to see this place and wagged his tail as joão approached the park with him.

as they entered the park, joão opened his bag to reveal the squeaky chew toy that floki loves. he squeezed the toy and lifts it up to where floki can’t reach it. “come on, floki. over here,” joão said as he continued to squeeze the toy.

as floki enjoyed squeezing his toy, a dog comes and growls at him. at this point, they started arguing on who should get the toy. the dog was a tad bit larger than floki, as it was a beagle.

“pierre, no!” a voice called out.

that’s when you walked up to your dog and carried him away from the dachshund.

“what did i say about taking other dog’s toys?” you looked at pierre.

joão smiled back, waving it off. "bo worries at all. floki can handle himself," he replied, nodding towards his dachshund, who was proudly prancing around with his toy.

you laughed softly, setting pierre down gently. "i guess they both have a lot of energy today." pierre, now back on the ground, looked up at you with wide eyes, as if asking for permission to rejoin the fun.

joão let out a loud chuckle and watched as floki, clearly triumphant, ran off with his toy. floki has always been a fun-loving person. continuing, he observed his dachshund running around the park and said, "i think he likes the challenge." pierre forgot his prior scowl and stared between you and the toy, eagerly swinging his tail. you gave the beagle a forlorn smile and shook your head while rubbing his ears. "I swear, pierre thinks he owns every toy. i apologize to other dog owners all the time," you said, grinning at joão.

joão laughed and shook his head. "everything is good. i mean, dogs are dogs, right?"

there was a moment of silence as you two stood side by side, watching your dogs play. the soft sound of rustling leaves drifted in on the autumn breeze, and for a moment the busy world outside the park seemed to slow down. "so, how often do you visit here?" joão asked a casual but probing question to break the ice.

you gave a nod. "as soon as i can. even when work becomes hectic, i make an effort to bring pierre here on any free day." you grinned down at your beagle, who was already sniffing curiously and had likely forgotten about the earlier toy quarrel. "he needs it," you murmured. joão noticed floki continuing to jump with delight. "it's nice to be outside. it gives them plenty of space to move around."

you returned his look with a smile. "yes, sometimes it's the best part of my day."

the dogs continued to play, their previous anxiety replaced by playful barking and wagging. the scenario was peaceful, with the dogs engaged in their world and you and joão sharing a simple moment together.

you observed joão with interest as the dogs roamed the park. "so, what do you do for a living?" you asked, obviously fascinated. joão paused for a moment, watching floki chase pierre before returning to you. "i'm a footballer," he said with a careless shrug, as if it was no big deal. your eyes widened slightly. "oh, really? that's cool. what team do you play for?"

"the portugal national team."

you blinked, taken aback. "wow, that's amazing!" you tried to suppress your excitement, but it was impossible to conceal your surprise. "i had no idea." joão laughed softly and touched the back of his neck. "yeah, i try to keep things lowkey when I'm not on the pitch. i'm just a normal guy when i'm with floki." you smiled, loving how down-to-earth he seemed despite his occupation. "you're doing an excellent job with it. i would not have guessed."

joão chuckled and looked at you. "thanks. how about you? what do you do?" you paused for a moment before smiling. "i'm in [career]. nothing as exciting as football, but it keeps me entertained. "[career], huh? that sounds interesting in its own right," he said, genuinely intrigued. you shrugged. "it is, but i don't get to spend time with dogs as part of my job," you said, laughing. joão's chuckle was warm and infectious. "well, if you ever need a break, floki and i are always up for some company at the park."

you smiled at his remarks, sensing a connection between the two of you. "i may take you up on your offer. pierre could certainly benefit from more playdates," you observed, glancing down at your beagle, who was now racing circles with floki.

"well, if you ever need to disconnect again, maybe we could bring the dogs out together sometime?" you proposed, shocked by your own bravery. joão smiled broadly, with a cheeky glitter in his eyes. "i would enjoy that. floki, too, i'm confident." he looked over at his dachshund, who was now rolling on his back on the grass, clearly content. you swapped numbers, and the experience felt very normal. as João saved your contact, there was a shared smile that hinted at something more, but nothing felt rushed or forced. it felt very natural, like two people crossing paths at the right time. "alright, i'll let you know the next time floki needs a good run," joão said, returning his phone to his pocket. "sounds good," you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement but maintaining calm. "pierre and i will be ready."

with a final wave, joão called floki, who unwillingly approached pierre, as if offering a rematch. you couldn't help but smile as they went, floki bouncing along with them. you felt lighter when you and pierre got home. meeting joão was unexpected but may lead to anything more—whether it was friendship or something more, only time will tell. in either case, the contact left you feeling relaxed and energized for a long time after you left the park.

[strawberryblue-blog]

The type of boyfriend

—Joao Felix.

summary: dating Joao Felix includes: headcanon.

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who was probably the one who made the move first, although he was very shy.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who likes to call you at night when you are far away to find out what you are doing, how your day was and how you feel.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would drag you to the gym, running or swimming.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would call you "Floki's mommy" and he would be proud to show you off.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would buy you whatever you want even when you refuse because you can buy it with your money.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would fall asleep on movie nights.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would be mad if you don't watch his games, although when you're busy he'd understand.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would wake you up at night because he got out of bed to look for Floki to sleep with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who likes to kiss your shoulder when you cook and stay close to your back while you do everything.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would forget to do the shopping that you left him in charge of and you would have to go out urgently to a store.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would give you his clothes when he travels for work so you can feel him with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who wouldn't know how to behave when you cried, it makes him very nervous to see you like that and he would panic.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would take you on an anniversary trip every year to a new and wonderful destination.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would buy matching hoodies for you to wear when you go outside.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who gives you advice about your hair and would ask you to give him advice about his.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who loves you more than anyone and would never hurt you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who has cute nicknames for you like "bebê, amor, querida, princesa, etc"

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would definitely try to teach you Portuguese but would make fun of you when you make a mistake or don't get it right.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who would put you as his wallpaper despite being mocked by his colleagues.

Joao is the type of boyfriend that when you argue and you send him to sleep on the couch, he would come in the middle of the night to sleep with you.

Joao is the type of boyfriend who may seem serious at first but then is very fun and confident.

[judebelle]

been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)

sneaky - j.f. x reader

a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..

pairing : joao felix x fem!reader

word count : 2.3k

summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.

cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry

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you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.

the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.

hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.

you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.

very close to a certain mr felix.

the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.

it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).

from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.

joaofelix79 : u got home safe?

ynsusername : ofc i did

ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me

joaofelix79 : that's good.

you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.

you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.

eventually, you two started hanging out alone.

not anything crazy, of course.

joaofelix79 : hey

joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place

joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat

how could you refuse that?

it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.

"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.

"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.

"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.

from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.

eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.

12:03 am - joao : wyd

12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol

12:04 am - joao : dont bother

12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place

12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats

of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.

and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.

"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.

"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.

"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.

you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.

that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.

his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.

you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.

you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.

but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.

---

"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"

the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.

across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.

one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-

"isn't that right, y/n?"

alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.

"hmm? sorry?"

"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.

"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.

you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.

"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.

the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.

he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.

joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.

it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.

you sent him a quick wink.

he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.

you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.

---

you couldn't take it anymore.

something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.

it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.

finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".

shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.

he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.

"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.

"nice dress.."

"just take it off."

---

you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.

joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.

it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.

your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.

"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.

you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.

he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.

"joao, we dont have time for this-"

"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.

"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"

he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.

"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)

you nodded and bit your lip.

he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

"are you ready for me?" he teased.

"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.

joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"move for me, bebé."

you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.

he shuddered at the feeling.

you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.

"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.

after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.

he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.

your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.

"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.

"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.

his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.

joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.

you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.

"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"

[psgirlie]

bro is the prettiest footballer

[tgrs10]

Midnight Calls. | JOAO FELIX⁷⁹ [001]

MASTERLIST (N/A)

⤑ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩| 1k

⤑ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮| The daily phone calls with Joao turn from more.

⤑ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | Smut 18+, Phone Sex

It was nearing 1 a.m. when your phone finally rang, the screen lighting up with his name like a reminder in the dark.

You were curled up beneath your sheets, the room dim and quiet, save for the soft hum of the fan overhead. One arm clung tightly to the pillow that still held the lingering trace of João’s cologne. That scent had become your lullaby in his absence, a small comfort when the bed felt too big and too cold without him.

Your breath caught the moment his name appeared on the screen. Your heart did that thing it always did with him, stuttered, then soared. You didn’t hesitate. “Hi,” you breathed, voice soft, already a little lighter.

“Hey” he murmured, voice low and rough with exhaustion, the unmistakable rasp of a long day. You could hear the faint rustle of hotel sheets as he shifted, the sterile stillness of the room behind him. He was thousands of miles away in Italy, holed up in a hotel near San Siro after a brutal match against Napoli, a match where he’d played all ninety minutes, taken a couple hard tackles, and still managed to set up the winning goal in the final stretch.

“Surprised you’re still awake” he asked, quieter now, almost guilty. “Yeah..” you whispered with a sleepy smile, snuggling further into the pillow. “Was waiting for you.” He exhaled slowly, the weight of the day audible in the sound. “I hate being away from you,” he said, and it wasn’t just a passing sentiment; it was heavy, like he carried the ache in his chest.

“I know,” you murmured, voice tender. “I hate it too.” There was a long pause after that—comfortable and warm, the kind of silence that only comes when two people are completely at ease with each other. You could hear the subtle rhythm of his breathing on the other end, syncing quietly with yours, like even across continents, your bodies remembered how to fall in step.

His voice cut through the quiet, low and playful, but threaded with something more. “What are you wearing?” You huffed a soft laugh, already catching on to the shift in his tone. “Why?”

“Just asking,” he replied, with that lazy lilt he always used when he was feeling playful. “I miss seeing you at night. The way you curl up next to me. The way you look when you’re tired, all soft and quiet.” Your eyes flicked downward, and you ran a hand over the hem of the oversized shirt that clung to your thighs. “Big shirt. No pants.”

There was a beat of silence—then his voice again, even softer now, like it had dropped an octave. “Yeah? That shirt… is it mine?” “Mhm,” you hummed, almost innocently. Another silence, sharper this time. Weighted.

“Fuck” he whispered, barely audible

The word slipped out of him so naturally and raw, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. You could tell exactly what kind of picture you’d painted for him. His breathing shifted—still steady, but there was a tension in it now, a heaviness, like he was trying to keep something in check.

Your voice dropped instinctively, barely more than a breath. “What about you?” you asked, a teasing edge curling at the corners of your lips. “What are you wearing?”

“Boxers,” he muttered, low and rough. “That’s it. Was just about to sleep, but now I’ve got this picture of you in my head. Wearing my shirt. Laying in our bed. Looking like you do when you’re waiting for me to touch you.”

You closed your eyes, sinking deeper into the warmth of your sheets, the sound of his voice settling into your chest like an ache. It was more than just a call; it was a lifeline. A tether to him that stretched from Milan to your bedroom, pulled taut with longing.

“It’s not the same without you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with honesty.

“I know,” he breathed, and you could hear the way his tone shifted to softer, heavier. “My body misses yours. The way you feel against me… the way your skin melts into mine. The sounds you make when I touch you, when you’re right there under me...”

A pulse of heat shot straight through you. Your thighs shifted under the covers, instinctive and restless. God, his voice. It always did this to you—even when he was teasing, even when he was half-asleep. But now? Now, there was no teasing. No filter. He wasn’t holding anything back.

Your breath hitched.

“What are you doing right now?” he asked, and though his voice was quiet, it was charged, like he already knew the answer and just needed to hear you say it. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “Thinking about touching myself.”

There was a sharp inhale from the other end, quick, almost inaudible, but unmistakably wrecked. The kind of sound that made your toes curl. “Are you?” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“I want to,” you admitted, breath trembling. “But I want to hear you. I want it to be with you.”

“Do it,” he said, and there was something reverent in the way he said it—barely above a whisper, like it physically pained him not to be there. “Please, baby. Let me hear how you sound when it’s just you and me like this. Like it used to be.”

Your hand slipped under the blanket, fingertips gliding across your stomach as you found the waistband of your underwear and tugged it down—slow, deliberate, your body already buzzing with anticipation. The cool air hit your skin as you kicked the fabric off, and the moment your fingers dipped between your thighs, you gasped—already so wet, so warm, so ready for him.

“João,” you whispered, breath catching. “I’m so wet.”

There was a sharp inhale on the other end of the line, a pause where you swore you could feel his restraint unraveling.

“Fuck, don’t say that,” he groaned, voice strained and husky with want.

You smiled lazily, dragging your fingers through the slick heat. “Why not?”

“Because I’m hard as fuck now,” he said, the edge of frustration seeping into his voice. “And I can’t do anything but listen to you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You bit your bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as your hips gave the tiniest roll into your hand. “You want me to talk you through it?” you asked, voice low and wrapped in satin.

“Please,” he breathed, and it came out like a prayer.

You inhaled deeply, setting the scene for him in the softest, filthiest way you knew how. “I’m on my back. Legs open. Shirt pushed up, and I’m touching myself slow… just enough to keep it going, but not enough to finish. My fingers are already soaked.”

A soft, needy moan slipped past your lips,just for him.

“I wish it was your hand, João. The way you touch me…” Your voice broke slightly as your fingers brushed your clit, your back arching a little. “No one makes me feel like you do” 

“fuck” he hissed. You could hear the rustle of his sheets again, the quiet, unmistakable sound of movement, his hand definitely stroking now, slow and firm. “I’d be between your legs already. No teasing. Just my tongue buried deep, fingers working you open. You’d be shaking in seconds.” Your hips jerked at the thought, fingers curling slightly, body responding to the image he painted like it was muscle memory.

“I’d look up at you while I did it,” he added, voice thick and low. “Make you hold my hair, keep me right there until you couldn’t take it anymore.” You whimpered, breath shuddering as your free hand gripped the sheets beside you. “You close?” he asked, a little desperate, like he needed to know you were as wrecked as he was.

“Not yet,” you whispered, dragging your fingers back down, keeping the pace slow even as your body begged for more. “I want to take my time.”

“Shit” he growled, voice wrecked. “Don’t take too long. I don’t know how much longer I can stay quiet.

“You could never be quiet,” you teased, voice breathy but laced with that familiar confidence that always got to him. “You’re loud when you’re buried inside me.”

A low, throaty sound slipped from him, “Because you make me lose my fucking mind,” he muttered, his words drenched in need. “You feel too good. You look too fucking good. Every time I’m inside you, I don’t want to stop. I don’t even want to pull out. I just want to keep you wrapped around me, whining my name.”

Your moan came sharper this time, ripped from deep in your chest, your legs beginning to tremble as your fingers moved in tighter, faster circles.

“Say it again,” you begged, head falling back against the pillow, vision already going soft around the edges. “I want to fuck you, Y/N,” he groaned, and you could hear the tension in his voice, the way he was barely holding it together. “Slow. Deep. With your legs around my waist, pulling me in even deeper. I want to feel you tighten around me. I want you to cum with my name in your mouth.”

“João” You gasped, his name slipping out of you like a reflex.

“Let go, amor,” he murmured, voice thick and low, a raw edge to it now. “Let me hear you.”

And then it hit, fast and intense, your body curling in on itself as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your back arched, thighs twitching uncontrollably, one hand fisting the sheets while the other stayed between your legs, coaxing every last bit of release from your overstimulated body. You let out a broken cry, his name spilling from your lips in shattered pieces.

You barely noticed the way his voice trembled on the other end—how he kept talking through it, little fragments of praise and need muttered through clenched teeth. Then you heard it: a soft, choked curse, the sound of movement stopping, and finally, his silence.

For a long moment, it was just breathing. The two of you filling the space between with nothing but ragged, satisfied exhales. The connection still open. Still intimate. Still charged.

You were the first to speak, your voice unsteady, warm. “That was…”

“Too good” he finished for you, softer now, like he was laying back against the pillows, chest still rising and falling.” You let out a sleepy laugh, still flushed, your body humming with the aftershocks. “You better make up for this when you get home.”

“I will,” he promised, no teasing this time. Just certainty. “First night back… I’m not letting you out of bed. Not for hours. Not even to eat. You’ll be too busy moaning my name.”

You smiled, heart aching in the sweetest way. “Can’t wait.”

[meazalykov]

Joao Felix is in love

joao felix x reader

headcannons and how you guys came to be <3

warnings: a few mentions of 18+ endeavors but nothing detailed.

❀⋆ The first time Joao met you, he didn’t care about you. That is harsh, considering most relationships have a good start, but he was under the spell of his ex-girlfriend. The Atletico player didn’t want to let her go after many scandalous events. You found the Portuguese boy attractive plus he had a shy and confident aura. After a few months, accepting that he might not like you as much as he loves Magui, you left him alone entirely.

❀⋆ A year later in summer 2023, Joäo was at his lowest. He left Chelsea after a six month loan to go back to Atletico. Meanwhile, you finished your Bachelors degree in Humanities at the University of Madrid. When the Portuguese arrived in the Spanish capital, Atletico’s coach made him train with youth teams. In a careless response, Joao received tons of hate in the media for expressing how Barcelona, a rival club, was his childhood dream club. Atletico fans didn’t appreciate this at all and harassed him until he was aware. Magui left him in the dark for Lando Norris at the same time. You had no idea this was happening, since you forgot about Joäo to focus on your last year of college. One day, a mutual friend of yours and Joaos told you how bad he was doing mentally. The care and kindness in your heart felt torn as you searched Joao's name on twitter and saw the flood of hate tweets about him. You couldn’t handle it, so you reached out to Joäo offering support. You still cared about him after a year of cutting contact from him.

❀⋆ Joäo didn’t realize how much he missed you until you started talking to him again. In return, he talked to you constantly afterwards. He always listened and smiled at what you had to say. At first, he was scared to admit that he had feelings for you. The Portuguese got cheated on by his ex and didn’t want to regret opening up his heart again. Don't worry, it didn’t take long to admit to himself that he grew feelings for you.

❀⋆ As I said before, he is a great listener when he isn’t distracted by his airpods. He will constantly pay attention to what you've talked about to him and what you repost on social media. He saw you had a folder dedicated to Blue Hydrangeas on Pinterest. A few days later, he bought you a ton of flowers (Blue Hydrangeas) along with other expensive things that you appreciated.

❀⋆ When you visited his house in Madrid for the first time, you met his dog that you’ve seen on social media, Floki. If you’re a dog person, you gladly took the boy into your arms as he ran to you at the front door. If you’re afraid of dogs, you’re hesitant to engage with the boy as he licked your ankle once for attention. Eventually, Joäo got you to hold Floki and your fear drifted away. Floki loves you so much and the Portuguese boy noticed this. Every time you went to Joäo’s house, the brown boy always laid on your lap and followed you like a personal guard dog around Joao’s house. Joao took note of this, realizing that Floki isn’t that clingy with him.

❀⋆ Barcelona accepted Joäo on a loan contract and you were excited for him. After he moved to Barcelona from Madrid, you were nervous. You were in love with him and didn’t want it to go to waste by his absence. He didn’t forget about you, once he settled into his new house he asked if you would come live with him. Some people might have hesitated in this position but you said yes. After graduating college in Madrid you wanted to move and experience living in a new city. Joäo asks you to officially be his girlfriend once you settle into his home. He mentioned that he couldn’t have a long distance relationship with you since he can’t imagine going days without seeing you. He makes you comfortable in your shared home.

❀⋆ The boy will always cater to anything you want since he moved you away from your old home. If you’re a cat person, you talked to Joäo about wanting to get a cat. Joäo supported your decision since he wanted Floki to have a friend when he had to travel for away games. At the adoption center, a young brown cat walked up to you and sat in your lap. The one year old cat was named “Brownie” by the shelter. Joäo and you loved Brownie and noted how her color matched Floki’s. Both of you adopted the cat and Floki loved her as soon as she stepped out of her cat carrier. This warmed your heart as you nearly cried in Joäo's arms.

❀⋆ Joäo has a set time for going to bed before training in the mornings or game days, which is midnight. You were nervous when you first moved in, considering that your sleep schedule isn't consistent. There are times where you're asleep before he gets to bed after playing FIFA and there are times where he's in a deep sleep by the time you get unready from the day and go to bed. Floki and Brownie are on the bed asleep every night beside you and the four of you sleep peacefully.

❀⋆ Love Language? It's physical touch for Joäo. He loves touching you. Sometimes his hand will be on your lower back when you're standing beside him. Every time he gives you a hug, he will ALWAYS kiss your forehead, neck, cheeks, or lips in the process. When you're sitting on your shared couch in the living room, he will lay his body on top of you and sometimes falls asleep on you. When you both have sex together, which is every night because you guys cannot keep your hands off of each other, he gives you so much praise and makes you melt.

❀⋆ One thing Joäo will accomplish doing is scaring you with small pranks. One day, you were recording a video in the living room for your job and Joäo was standing in the background with a creepy mask on. When you looked at the corner of your screen as you recorded yourself, you jumped as your heart was close to ripping out of your chest from seeing the figure in the background. Joäo started laughing loudly as he took off the mask to see your reaction. "Stop it Felix, that's not funny!" you say as he continues to laugh until he is begging for air.

❀⋆ When Joäo scores goals with Barcelona, he will make a symbol with his hands that point out the letter of your name. If you think that he can’t make a hand symbol with your first letter, he will do sign language that points out your letter. He is thinking about you always and always dedicates his goals to you, something he never really did with Magui. Fans noticed this after awhile and loved how much you made him happy.

❀⋆ One day, you had to leave Joäo for a few days since one of your siblings was expecting a child in Lisbon. After the successful delivery and getting to meet your niece/nephew, you decided to go to a Benfica game by yourself to occupy your time. After watching Benfica win, you meet Hugo Felix for the first time. He liked you for his older brother and noticed how easy it was to talk to you. Surprising Joäo, Hugo facetimed him and your face appeared on the screen as Joäo played FIFA in the living room in your Barcelona home. The boy blushed and was happy that Hugo met you. A few months before, Joao told Hugo how he feels about you and Hugo appreciates how much you’ve supported his big brother during his dark moments in summer 2023.

❀⋆ The Portuguese boy loves listening to music. He will blast music in the house, listen to music on his AirPods before big games, attends concerts with you, and more. He will listen to music genres that you love and usually enjoys it, even if it's music he hasn't listened to. Joäo wants to enjoy what you've enjoyed with music.

❀⋆ The public didn’t get a hold on your relationship with the Barcelona left-winger until Joao posted a story with you in it. This is seven months after you guys were official. Some fans didn’t know who you were so people dug through Joäo’s instagram following and saw your page with about 41k followers. Joäo’s fans were happy and started supporting you since they’re confident that you won’t cheat on him and he had a chance to move on from his ex.

❀⋆ Joäo is down bad for you and is happy that he can open up his heart for someone like you.

<3

[yungbludz]

Bowling night - JF

SUMMARY: bowling has never been so fun…

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content

“How long do we have?” You asked him already smirking. The Portuguese had managed to escape his friends for a few minutes but he knew it was just a matter of time before anyone would notice their suspicious absence. He had told them he was going to make a phone call after you had excused yourself to the bathroom. João walked towards you not before locking the door, he was hooked around your finger and you knew it. He had little to no self control the minute he saw you with that skirt of yours. His mind and eyes were always on your legs. He had never been very good at bowling but he was never that rubbish at it, he was playing so bad to the point where his friends started to wonder if he was doing it on purpose.

“You can’t tease me like, amor… Not when your brother is around.” He smirked while you sucked on his neck, you giggled. He knew he was a dead man walking the minute he slipped in your pants. Your brother had to he his best mate. João didn’t like betraying his friend like this, but the sight of you squirming beneath him took the air out of his lungs.

“I can’t? Why not?” You innocently asked, even though there was nothing innocent about you, especially in that moment when you were looking up at him, seated on the marble sink with your legs spread out. João couldn’t even think straight, he was dying to kneel between them and please you however you wanted to.

“You know why.” He stated firmly, biting down on his bottom lip as he scanned your face. You were so beautiful and he felt so lucky even just to have you during the night. He could never get tired of you.

“I want you to tell me, João.” You replied just as firmly. His friends would have made fun of him for how whipped he was for you. But he didn’t care. You were worth it. João had never felt this way about anyone else. No other girl had him begging on his knees for even just a glance his way.

“Because you got me so fucking hard, y/n…” he mumbled out. You smirked, pleased with yourself. You could tell he was turned on the minute he seated across from you, your eyes falling immediately on his lap. You would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on as well. All you had been craving to do was walk those few feet that separated you two and straddle his lap, feel his lips against yours, let him touch you where you needed him the most. You didn’t even care that your brother— his best friend since they were fifteen— was sitting next to you.

“Let me see if I can help you with that, baby.” You added, your hands hooking in the waistband of his pants, getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning the first buttons. João kept his enamored gaze on you, watching your every move. You bit your lip when he saw the outline of his hard cock through his black underwear.

“Fodasse…” (fuck) João leaned his head against yours as you took him in your hand. You pecked his lips, stroking his cock with your hand. He always looked breathtaking when you were taking care of him. You had never been a fan of giving head to someone until you met João. You couldn’t take your eyes off him when he was most vulnerable, guiding your head through it.

“Will you fuck me here, J? I need you…” you asked him in a whisper. Your tone was sickeningly sweet and erotic. João wanted to say he was a man of strong morals, but they all went out the window after his first time with you. No amount of guilt could make him get away from under your spell. He gulped and looked at you, he could never say no to you. His lips were quick at capturing yours in a heated kiss. Seconds went by as you two undressed each other.

“This wet for me, amor?” He asked with a soft smirk on his lips. You nodded eagerly. There was no one else that could make you feel the same way he did. João parted your legs further as he stood between them, your panties hung around your ankle as his fingers pried you open. You gasped when his thumb circled your clit, his eyes watching you.

“Fuck me, João…” you told him again, this time almost begging. The Portuguese chuckled and nodded, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. Your legs wrapped around his middle. Your hand brushed through his brown hair.

“Oh shit…” you whined when he bottomed out. João gasped, closing his eyes. You felt better every and each time. He was hooked on you. Your lips found his again, trying to silence any sound. You didn’t have much time left and if the Portuguese wasn’t so keen on fucking you so well you’d be more worried about being quick. João’s hips didn’t falter as he began to pound into you. The sounds were unholy, erotic, sinful. They kept the both of you going.

“Fuck, I love your tits, y/n…” he admitted. Not that it was news to you, João had always been very open about his love for your breasts. His hand quickly cupped one of them, toying with it. You whined against his mouth, your hips rolling against his as if trying to get him any closer.

“And I love your cock.” You joked giggling as he changed pace. João chuckled lowly, watching how well you were taking him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, his hand moved between your conjoined bodies to play with your clit again. He knew how to get you there, how to make you fall apart for him.

“Fuck, fuck… Don’t stop, please.” You moaned against his ear, making him twitch inside you. If there was something that made him go insane was you moaning in his ear. There was something so sinful and private about it. No loud screams, he didn’t need those. He needed to see you struggling to look at him, struggling to say anything coherent, blabbing nonsense.

“God… You drive me insane, amor.” He bit down your neck, trying to not slow down as he started to feel you clench around him. He wanted you to cum first but if he kept going like this he was going to lose it. You dug your nails in his naked arms, feeling a coil forming in your stomach. Your eyes fell down to your stomach, watching as he disappeared between your folds.

“I- Fuck…” you sobbed, holding onto him. When you let go you let your head fall back against the mirror. João stared at you as you came down and followed right after. His thrusts slowed down as he panted through his orgasm. Your hand caressed his hair, pulling him closer.

“Your brother is going to kill me…” he spoke after a few seconds. You sighed, a smile making its way on your lips. Having sex in a place like that was risky and you had to pray that nobody had heard or realized what was going on behind closed doors.

“You know not even that would stop us, João…” you smirked, getting off the marble and fixing your clothes. João slowly buttoned his pants, too focused on staring at you to pay attention to anything else. You grabbed your panties around your ankle and took them off.

“You can keep them. Give them back later…” you winked at him before leaving the bathroom. João sighed, leaning against the wall. Oh he was fucked…

[tomsparkyr]

having a baby with joao felix!! dad! joao headcanons!)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

summary: a headcanon of what having a baby boy with joao would be like!

thank you for the request love this !! keep those reqs comin' xxx

joao felix x fem!reader

dad!joao felix headcanon

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starting with how joao got you pregnant!

it was definitely after he scored for barca against atletico madrid

the celebrations went hard ok

after the game he went home to you and kissed you like you were the only person on this world

and this was translated into the bedroom

then a couple weeks after that day you started to feel unwell

and after a handful of times where joao was holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you spilled your guts into the toilet, you two took the responsible route and bought a pregnancy test

you took the test when joao wasn’t home and was on an away game so you were extremely nervous

sitting for 2 minutes in an empty apartment without hearing joao’s loud tiktoks on his phone made your stomach twist

you had facetimed him while you waited for the results and his barca teammates peered over his shoulder and watched you wait in the bathroom, pacing up and down

“name the child fermin!” “shut up!”

when the test came back positive you genuinely screamed

you turned the camera around and showed joao the positive test, you couldn’t see much but from the loud cheers and the sound of the phone being dropped, you assumed him and his teammates were over the moon excited

if you listened careful, you could hear them all chanting joao’s name and his joyful laughter in the background

and now let's fast-forward to when he’s home from the away game

he didn’t even drop his bags before he ran towards you

you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed all over your face

“i love you, i love you, i love you”

he brushed the hair out of your face and stroked his hand over your cheeks, blushing and a wide smile

joao had never felt this happy in his entire life

before the two of you even prepped the house you realised the pair of you would be moving to london for joao’s football career

barca were devastated to lose the mini felix on the way but they compensated for it with tiny barcelona kits with ‘felix’ on the back and teddies covered in the clubs jersey

joao couldn’t stop pacing when the two of you went for a scan, he was nervous understandably

but all his nerves washed away when he saw the little version of you two growing in your stomach

he would lie to his friends and say he didn’t cry but he sobbed out loud the first time he saw his little baby, even in a black and white, fetus form

and when he found out you were carrying his little baby boy…

oh boy, the waterworks got worse

he hugged your little bump and kissed it every night, whispering sweet nothings to you and promising his little boy that he would give him the absolute world

“i know you’ll love your mama, but listen i was here first” “joao, are you kidding me?”

every time he felt his baby kick inside your stomach, he swore he felt his heart get bigger

how lucky could he be to grow a perfect family with you

when the kicks got more frequent he was convinced his baby would be the next starboy at any club ever

“baby, he’s gonna be a striker!” 

“did you feel that? that’s a proper defensive block, babe!”

“that’s an enzo fernandez move, i need to call him! need to get my boy training with him!”

anyways 

the first time he scored after you were pregnant, he dedicated his goal to you

he took the ball and stuffed it underneath his jersey, put his thumb in his mouth and pointed to where you were sitting in the crowd

hear me out but the fan edits went wild for this one

when the pair of you moved to london, you were in your third trimester and begging your baby boy to get out of you

you couldn’t attend any of his games because you were far too pregnant, he missed you but pampered you when he got home

“i’m so sorry baby, i’ll tell the boys i can’t be there next game. gotta look after future-mama” he sighed before kissing you sweetly on the lips

mini felix was born 2 days after he told you this and joao had never stared at a more beautiful sight

you cradling your perfect baby boy after a long labour, eyes soft and sweat stuck to your forehead

when you handed your baby to joao, he felt like the entire world slowed down

mini felix was a spitting image of the two of you, he had his dad’s beautiful nose and his mama’s eyes

“i love his so much, i’m gonna take such good care of you” he whispered, kissing his baby boys head

when you had fallen asleep in the hospital room, joao had taken his shirt off and placed his baby against his bare chest, a smile never washing away from his face as he ran a gentle finger up and down his child’s back

fast-forward to a couple months later and your baby boy was babbling nonsense and laughing innocently as his dad running up and down the training pitch

you put your child into a puffy blue coat and matching trainers, and tiny grey joggers covering his gentle skin

you had taken him to visit joao on an open training day, his thick brunette hair just like his fathers moving with the wind

the chelsea players had waved and gently high-fived your baby as they walked past, enzo fernandez and pedro neto even booping his little nose as he greeted the familiar faces with a toothless smile

joao kept getting in trouble with the gaffer as his concentration was elsewhere towards his beautiful family a few feet away

the gaffer let him leave training early under the condition that he was introduced to the sweet little family that kept drawing soft eyes from all the players he was working with

you took your child to every single chelsea game you could, sitting in the hospitality suite with all the other wags as your child clapped his hands when the announcer called out his fathers name

every time joao scored he would point over to the pair of you, making heart hands and drawing out the initial of your baby boy’s name and winking at the cameras

you couldn’t be more in love with him

dad joao felix who would play aeroplane with his boy, swinging his back and forth as his sweet giggles got louder

the first thing joao bought for your baby would definitely be a chelsea kit, his name and number plasted on it, and matched football boots

“you’re gonna be in the chelsea team in no time”

joao would show off his kid everywhere he went, if a fan spotted him in the streets and he was holding his child, he would talk their ears off about how lucky he is about his little family (all the fan wanted was a photo)

his camera roll would practically become a shrine for his child, and his lockscreen would be you holding his little baby

and at the rate joao keeps scoring in the conference league games, mini felix number two wasn’t too far away…

hope you liked! ps. i might add more as more ideas come to my head xxxx

[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

[pamelaiscrying]

João Felix x Reader

Good for you

Summary: You are barcelona’s assistant team manager and one late night in a trip in Milan, you comfort João felix in sensual ways so he can forget his ex.

Warnings: angst, NSFW, smut,sexual themes.

Notes: i know Joao isn’t in Barcelona anymore but i loved him while he was there.

⸻

Your purpose was clear: to comfort him, to make him happy, to bring him pleasure, and to distract him from her. From Margarida—the name he never said but you always felt lingering in the silences between his words.

Even if it was only for the night.

Even if it started with a random text at 2:00 a.m., his name flashing on your screen like a beacon of need. His messages were usually brief, his voice slightly slurred when he called, touched by alcohol and something heavier—something desperate. That raw, pleading tone always gave him away. He wasn’t just asking to see you. He was begging to forget.

And you, no matter how exhausted or hurt you might have been, always buried your own feelings. You swallowed the bitterness, masked your jealousy, and replied with the same soothing warmth every time. You told him to come over, that you were waiting for him.

Because you always were.

Even if he, in truth waited for someone else.

⸻

It was barely twenty minutes later when you heard the knock. Soft but urgent, the kind that spoke of impatience and something deeper. You opened the door to find João standing there, shadows curling around him under the dim glow of the streetlights. His hair was tousled, eyes glassy and restless, the faintest flush on his cheeks from whatever he’d been drinking.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, voice rough and low. His gaze swept over you, lingering in a way that made your pulse flutter. “Needed to see you.”

You stepped aside, and he slipped past you, his presence immediately consuming the quiet of your apartment. The door clicked shut, sealing the world outside.

He looked at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the present, his eyes dark and wanting. You felt his gaze burn across your skin, tracing over the oversized shirt you wore—his shirt, one he’d left behind months ago and pretended not to notice when you kept it.

“Bad night?” you asked softly, though you already knew the answer. The same answer it always was.

He nodded, his shoulders sagging as if the admission cost him something. “Just… needed to be here. With you.”

There was a plea in his voice that tugged at something fragile in you. You stepped closer, your hand reaching for his, fingers threading together. His skin was warm, his grip firm and almost possessive.

You guided him to the couch, but he didn’t sit. Instead, he pulled you against him, his hands settling on your hips, fingers pressing gently as if reassuring himself that you were real. The scent of him—clean sweat, cologne, and something inherently him—wrapped around you, making your head spin.

Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. His eyes were locked on yours, searching, wanting, needing something only you could give.

“Tell me I can stay,” he whispered, his voice rough and desperate. “Tell me you want me here.” His Portuguese accent slipping as always, make you bend into his will.

“I do,” you breathed, the words spilling out like a confession. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

And as his lips met yours, hungry and unrestrained, you wondered if he’d ever understand that you needed him just as much.

———————

You learned to like it rough.

He had you bend over on the bed, your belly touching your azure tinted mattresses and your ass arched up in the air.

“A-ah” you let a moan a mix of protest and pleasure as he had spread your ass cheeks, open wide for him to view how wet your folds were.

It was embarrassing submitting to a man who basically ‘used’ you to get off. To feel warmth and love that he couldn’t get from his ex.

You couldn’t deny you didn’t enjoy the feeling of his hands trailing your body, his rough palms squeezing your bum as he shoves his face between them, his tongue heading for a taste of your pussy.

You cry out once more as his tongue crosses your clitoris flicking over it as he enters two fingers inside you, preparing you to welcome his cock inside you.

“Stay” he orders you as he stands up, picking the condom he had left on your drawer. He didn’t trust himself without protection, he knew he would bust open real quick.

Having worn the condom, he grabs your hips roughly as he positions himself and enters your delicate pussy. Each time it hurted, maybe it was the way your vagina was built; or he was too big for you; but you yelped as he began to thirst inside you slowly.

“I said stay” he commands once more, his voice more stern as the alcohol controlled him. He slaps your ass to make you command and you obey to listen, moving your hips slowly back to his.

You liked joão, you truly had feelings for him even before you started hooking up with him. His smile, his applauding comments for you, the way he loved his dog and the fact that he was never scared to face anyone no matter how much better or famous they were compared to him.

This is why you let your butt cheeks slam into his pelvis area, your clitoris rubbing against his hard balls each time. Even drunk he understands that you allow him to become more rough and of course he takes advantage.

Joao pushes your head lower into the bed, one of his legs is placed on the mattress to get a better position to reach your sweet spot as he feels you clench around his throbbing cock.

‘Is this heaven..or hell?’ You wonder as you close your eyes and bite your lip as he drills you in a fast pace, he is a footballer after all and he has crazy stamina.

Your nails dig into the messy sheets, holding onto them as if you were about to fall of a cliff due to his almost abusive thursts.

“M-more, harder.”your tone trembling, unsure of why you asked him to be more rough. Was it a way to sooth your own pain? Knowing that he held no true feelings for you, nothing more than fancying or a simple interest. You didn’t hold his heart no matter how much you let him use your body in any type of way that he wanted to do.

And your wish became his command, he continue thursting into your swollen hole while giving your ass cheeks a proper smacking.

“S-shit, i am close” he groans as he continues his pace while reaching to a climax his movements become slower more gentle inside you as he ejaculates into the condom, inside you.

“Good girl” he whispers as he lowers his head to bite your ass and squeeze one of your breasts. Excusing himself to go shower off the sweat into your bathroom.

Your hair was tangled and messy from the pulling, and your body felt sore and overwhelmed, uncertain if you could fully register the sensations at the moment. You could swore that your vagina had lost it senses from the abuse it endored during fucking with Joao.

Your skin still tingled from where his hands had roamed, his touch desperate and possessive. The way he’d held you, pulled you against him like you were the only thing keeping him from drowning—it should’ve meant something. But it never did. Not really.

Because even in those fevered moments, when his breathing turned ragged and his moans spilled out, your name was never on his lips. Not once. Just fractured, wordless sounds, laced with need and something deeper, something you could never quite reach.

He never said your name because it wasn’t you he was truly reaching for. It was her. Margarida. The ghost he couldn’t let go of, no matter how many nights he spent wrapped around you, chasing a comfort only you seemed willing to give.

You closed your eyes, pressing your palms to your face as if you could wipe away the ache settling in your chest. You felt like a mess—emotionally and physically. And the worst part was, you couldn’t stop letting him use you to forget her. To numb the pain.

You heard the shower turn off, the abrupt silence almost deafening. Your heart twisted, torn between wanting him to stay and wishing he’d just walk out the door and never look back.

Because if he couldn’t even say your name, did you really matter to him at all?

⸻

The shower shut off, leaving the apartment in a heavy, oppressive silence. You stayed perfectly still, eyes glued to the ceiling, trying to even out your breathing and push down the hollow ache clawing at your chest.

A few minutes later, João emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and messy, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He wore a pair of sweatpants he kept at your place, hanging low on his hips, and a tiredness dulled his eyes that no amount of sleep could fix.

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. Maybe there was something like guilt in his gaze, but if it was there, he buried it quickly. You offered him a faint, practiced smile. The kind you’d perfected over the months, the kind that told him everything was fine even when it wasn’t.

“Feel better?” you asked softly, voice steady even though your insides were anything but.

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing as if your approval was all he needed. “Yeah. Thanks.” His voice was low, roughened by exhaustion.

Without another word, he crawled into bed beside you, his body curving toward yours out of instinct. His arm slid over your waist, pulling you close, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his skin seeped into yours, but it brought no comfort. Only more confusion.

Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his body going slack against you. Already lost to sleep, lost to whatever dreams he was chasing. And you just lay there, staring into the darkness, pretending everything was okay. Pretending his touch was enough.

Because you’d let him in, again and again, knowing he’d never truly be yours.

And somehow, that hurt less than the thought of him not coming to you at all.

⸻

When you started as an assistant team manager, you never imagined you’d end up here—trying to salvage João Félix’s broken pieces while pretending you weren’t falling for him in the process.

It all began one chaotic night in Milan. The team had just landed, and you were exhausted from running around, making sure every last detail was perfect. You were supposed to be organizing schedules, not chasing after drunk football stars at two in the morning.

But when you got the call—someone spotting João at a bar near the hotel, clearly hammered and very much alone—panic flared through you. One drunken mistake could cost him everything. And somehow, you knew it would end up being your responsibility to clean up the mess.

You found him slumped over the bar, his hair a disheveled mess, eyes clouded with alcohol and something sharper. Pain. Betrayal. His fingers curled around a nearly-empty glass, knuckles white.

“João,” you snapped, adrenaline and frustration tangling in your voice. “What the hell are you doing? It’s the night before a game. Do you have any idea what this could do to you if Flick finds out?”

He looked up at you, a twisted smile on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “Why do you care?” he muttered, voice thick and rough. “Pretty sure everyone else is already having a good laugh at my expense.”

“What are you talking about?” you demanded, heart pounding.

He let out a bitter, humorless laugh and gestured vaguely at his phone, which lay discarded on the bar. “Haven’t you seen online?” he asked, his voice dripping with something you couldn’t quite place—rage, sadness, humiliation, all tangled together.

You hesitated. You hadn’t been scrolling through the internet tonight, too focused on your responsibilities. The way he was looking at you, like you should know exactly what he was talking about, sent a chill through you.

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered before you could say anything. His hand shook slightly as he lifted the glass to his lips and downed the last of his drink. “None of it matters.”

“Stop.” You grabbed his wrist before he could wave over the bartender for another. “Whatever’s going on, you can’t stay here. Someone’s going to see you and then you’ll be dealing with a lot more than just… whatever this is.”

You didn’t give him a chance to argue, just tugged him off the barstool and half-dragged, half-guided him out of the bar. The cool night air hit you both like a slap, but it did nothing to clear the darkness shadowing his gaze.

The walk back to the hotel was a blur of muttered curses and stumbling steps. But somehow, you got him past the lobby without anyone noticing and into the elevator, his weight leaning heavily against you.

You managed to get him to his room, your breath coming in shallow bursts from the effort. “You need to sleep this off,” you said firmly, your hands still gripping his arms to steady him.

“Sleep?” he echoed with a rough, broken laugh. “Right. Like that’s going to make anything better.” His eyes locked onto yours, something desperate and aching flickering in their depths. “You really haven’t seen it?”

“No,” you admitted, trying to ignore the way your chest tightened under his gaze. “But whatever it is, getting yourself benched tomorrow isn’t going to fix it.”

His silence was answer enough. Whatever had happened was bad. Bad enough that he’d shown up at a random bar in a city he barely knew, trying to drink himself into oblivion.

“Stay,” he murmured, his fingers curling around your wrist, his touch warmer than it should’ve been. “Just… stay. Please.”

You should’ve said no. You should’ve left him to his misery and walked away. But the pain etched into his features, the way his grip on you tightened like you were the only solid thing in his crumbling world—you couldn’t turn away from that.

So, you stayed. And when his lips crashed against yours, his kiss was rough and frantic, like he was trying to swallow down the hurt. Like you were his only way to forget.

And God, you let him.

⸻

He kissed you like he was trying to tear himself apart and put himself back together all at once. It was rough, desperate, his hands gripping your waist with a force that bordered on pain. But you didn’t care. You let him pull you closer, your back pressed against the cool wall of his hotel room, your heart racing from something much more dangerous than fear of getting caught.

He’d been spiraling from the moment you dragged him out of that bar, his words slurred and bitter, eyes haunted. You couldn’t get his voice out of your head.

“Haven’t you seen online?”

He hadn’t explained anything, just stared at you like you should already know. And when he went to take another drink, you’d snatched his phone off the bar, your fingers shaking as you unlocked it.

And there it was. The photos. Margarida draped over some other guy, her mouth pressed to his, her hands clutching him like he was hers. The articles speculating if the breakup was real this time. If this was really the end.

Something twisted in your chest, part sympathy, part fury on João’s behalf, and maybe a little something else. Something selfish and shameful. Because if it was over between them, what did that mean for you and him?

You didn’t ask him about it. You didn’t need to. The hurt was written all over his face, his eyes glossy with alcohol and anguish.

Now, his lips were crashing against yours, his body pressing into you like he was trying to lose himself in your touch. His desperation was intoxicating, all-consuming. You were drowning in it, willingly.

Because you weren’t just his assistant manager right now. You weren’t just the person tasked with keeping him in line. You were something he needed, something he chose.

And for once, you weren’t overthinking it.

Your mind screamed that this was wrong, that he technically still had a girlfriend, even if she had betrayed him in the worst way. But the thought only lingered for a second, washed away by the heat of his mouth on your neck, his hands sliding over your skin like he couldn’t get close enough.

Because you’d been good for so long. Careful. Responsible. You deserved something good, something that made you feel alive. And if he was willing to give it to you, even just for a night, you weren’t going to turn it down.

Your fingers curled into his hair, your mouth colliding with his again, your answer clear even if you didn’t speak it. Maybe you were just his way of forgetting. Maybe you were just a warm body to silence the betrayal clawing at his chest.

But tonight, you didn’t care. Because he needed you. And for once, someone’s need for you made you feel something more than invisible.

⸻

The weekend you decided to grab a coffee with your best friend Sophia, whom you rarely saw as you were drowned due to work.

Sophia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and giving you a side-eye that made your stomach drop. You could feel the heat of her stare, and you knew she wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“So, you still messin’ with João, huh?” she asked, her voice sharp and direct, with that tone you knew all too well—the one that meant she wasn’t playing. “You still lettin’ him use you like that?”

You swallowed hard, not ready to look her in the eye. “I… yeah, I guess,” you muttered, your voice soft, barely above a whisper. “It’s complicated, Sophie. You don’t get it—he was hurt, and I just wanted to be there for him, y’know?”

Sophia clicked her tongue, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Girl, you know what? You out here actin’ like you some savior, but let me tell you somethin’. He ain’t gonna change, and he ain’t gonna see you the way you want him to. You still sittin’ around, lettin’ him use you? Nah. That ain’t it. He ain’t over his ex, and he sure as hell ain’t puttin’ you first.”

You winced at her words, your guilt rising up, but she wasn’t done.

“Don’t let him treat you like that. You out here actin’ like his backup plan, and that’s some weak-ass shit, no offense. You deserve better than to be someone’s side piece while they still hung up on their ex. You really think you helping him? Nah, boo. He don’t need help. He needs to grow the hell up and get over Margarida.”

Her words stung, but you couldn’t deny the truth behind them. “But I just—I don’t want to walk away, you know? Every time we’re together, it feels like maybe he’s seeing me. Maybe he’ll stop thinking about her.”

Sophia leaned forward, her gaze cutting through you. “You really think that, huh? You think he gonna stop thinking about her just ‘cause you there? Girl, wake up. He’s still all about her. He’s just using you to fill that space while he’s broken. Ain’t no way he’s gonna let go of her, not like that. And you? You out here lettin’ him keep you around like some damn placeholder. You worth more than that. Stop letting him treat you like a backup.”

You felt the weight of her words hit you hard, harder than you wanted to admit. “I know… but it’s just hard, Sophie. I don’t want to be the one who walks away first.”

Sophia clicked her tongue again, shaking her head slowly, like she was disappointed in you. “You ain’t gotta be the one to walk away first. He should be the one fightin’ for you, not the other way around. You shouldn’t have to beg for his attention or his affection, girl. You deserve better than that. Don’t let him keep stringin’ you along like you some damn option. You need to stop playin’ yourself.”

You looked down at your hands, feeling the weight of her words settle in. You knew she was right. You weren’t the type of person to let things slide, not when it mattered.

“I… you’re right, Sophie. I’ve been fooling myself. I can’t keep doing this. I deserve better.”

Sophia smiled, a soft but knowing smile, and reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze. “Damn right you do. Now, listen. Don’t let him play you like that. You’re a queen, and you ain’t nobody’s second choice. Time to let him deal with his own mess. You go and find someone who knows what they got, you feel me?”

You nodded, the weight on your chest lifting just a little. Maybe it wasn’t gonna be easy, but you knew it was time. You deserved more than being a distraction for someone who wasn’t ready to see you.

“Thanks, Soph,” you said quietly. “I needed to hear that.”

She grinned, her usual confidence and fire back. “I know, girl. Now go do what you gotta do. You got this.”

⸻

You handed Robert Lewandowski the paperwork he had requested from the Polish embassy. He smiled, nodding in thanks as he quickly scanned through it. “Thanks for getting this done so fast,” he said before giving you a brief, appreciative smile.

As he turned to leave, you felt the familiar presence behind you. João. You barely had time to register his approach before he spoke up. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and casual, but you could sense the undercurrent of urgency in his tone. “When can we meet? Need to talk.”

You sighed, not sure how to respond. You had been trying to distance yourself, but he always seemed to show up at the worst (or best?) moments

You felt your heart race, but you took a breath, trying to steady yourself. The way he was asking, you knew exactly what he meant. It was the same pattern, the same routine.

You weren’t sure if you could do this anymore, not without something more. And the question that had been brewing in your mind for days finally spilled out, your voice soft but steady.

“Is this… is this going to lead anywhere?” you asked, your words quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Because, honestly… I feel like I’m just a toy for you. I don’t want to keep doing this if it’s just going to be the same thing over and over.”

João’s expression flickered for a moment, and you saw a flash of something in his eyes—guilt, maybe? But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. He ran a hand through his hair, his mouth twitching like he was trying to find the right words.

“You know it’s not like that,” he said, his voice trying to be reassuring, but it didn’t quite hit the mark. “I just… I don’t know what you want me to say.”

The words hung there, unspoken, but you felt them all—the weight of your question, the weight of the situation. “I don’t want to be just someone you call when you’re bored, João. I don’t want to be the one you turn to when it’s convenient. I need to know if this means something to you.”

He hesitated, and for a moment, you thought maybe he would say something that would change things, that would make it clear that you weren’t just a placeholder. But he didn’t.

Before you could press further, the door to the room creaked open, and Lamine Yamal stepped inside. “Hey, do you have a minute? I need some help with this paperwork,” he asked, completely oblivious to the charged moment between you and João.

You felt the frustration build as João stepped back, his eyes narrowing slightly, irritated by the interruption. “Really?” he muttered under his breath, but Lamine didn’t seem to notice, walking right up to your desk with the documents in hand.

“Yeah, these forms for the new season and transfer stuff,” Lamine continued, his voice light, unaware of the tension. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to sign. Thought you could help me out?”

João shot a quick, pointed look in your direction, his eyes still locked with yours for a moment, but you could see the edge of frustration in them. “We’ll talk later,” he said, his words clipped, before turning and walking out of the room with barely another glance back.

Lamine, still oblivious to the dynamics, sat down beside you as you moved the paperwork in front of you. “Alright, let’s go through this,” you said, trying to focus, but still feeling the remnants of the conversation with João echoing in your mind.

As you helped Lamine with the forms, you couldn’t shake the feeling that João’s unresolved question still hung between you two. But for now, you pushed it aside, redirecting your attention to the task at hand.

⸻

The knock on your door came late, the sound echoing through your quiet apartment. You hesitated for a moment, your heart fluttering in your chest. You knew who it was before you even looked through the peephole.

João.

You opened the door slowly, and there he was—standing close, his dark eyes intense and unreadable, his posture casual, but there was something about him that screamed desperation. The faint scent of whiskey lingered around him, and his breath was warm against your skin as he stepped closer without waiting for an invitation.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, urgent, hot. You felt the familiar pull, the heat, the electricity between you two, but this time you stayed composed. You stepped back, raising a hand to his chest to stop him.

“No,” you whispered, your voice steady but laced with the weight of what you had already said.

He froze, his breath still warm against your face as his gaze flicked to yours, confusion mixing with something else—something softer. He took a step back, but not far enough. His eyes traced your face, lingering on your lips as if he was fighting to regain control.

“You don’t mean that,” he murmured, his voice lower now, a little rougher. His hand reached out to touch your arm, but you pulled away slightly, maintaining the distance you had promised yourself.

“I do,” you said, your heart pounding in your chest. “I meant it when I said I don’t want to be someone’s second choice. You can’t keep coming back when it’s convenient for you.”

He stepped closer again, this time slower, as if testing your resolve. His gaze never wavered, and you felt the heat of his presence. “I’m not here for convenience,” he said softly, his voice rich and hypnotic. “I’m here because I need you. I want you… now.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words stirred something deep inside you. But you quickly reminded yourself—this was the same João who couldn’t commit, who left you questioning everything the moment he walked away.

You shook your head. “João… do you even know what you’re saying?” you asked, the words barely escaping your lips. “Do you even know what you want?”

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the curve of your ear as he whispered, his voice thick with longing. “I know I need you. I know I want you… right here, right now.” His breath sent shivers down your spine as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer, the tension between you two so thick you could almost taste it.

But you didn’t give in. You stayed firm, even though everything inside you screamed to give up. “This… this isn’t just about tonight,” you said, your voice quiet but resolute. “I don’t want to be just a moment of escape for you. I deserve more than that.”

He paused, his lips just inches from yours, his eyes searching yours desperately. “I’m not saying it’s just for tonight. I just—” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I’m not good at this, okay? I don’t know how to make it right. But I can’t walk away from you… not like this.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he felt something more than just lust, but you didn’t find it. He didn’t say the words. Not once did he tell you he had feelings for you. Instead, he just looked at you as if you were the one thing he couldn’t get out of his mind, his face a mix of desire and confusion.

“João…” you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice betraying you. “Why can’t you just admit it? Why can’t you tell me that you care?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, his hands still lingering at your waist, his touch gentle despite the tension. “I can’t,” he said softly, almost apologetically, but still not offering the one thing you needed. “Not like this. Not now.”

You felt your chest tighten with the weight of his words. There it was. You had all the proof you needed. He cared, but not in the way you needed him to. He wasn’t ready for the kind of connection you were asking for, and you weren’t going to settle for being something casual, something fleeting.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice breaking slightly, but you held your ground. “You don’t get to have me on your terms, João. Not when you’re unsure. Not when I’m just an option.”

His eyes softened, a flash of something—regret, perhaps—passing through them, but it was gone before you could truly decipher it. Without a word, he stepped back, and you knew that he understood. He had pushed you too far, too many times.

You closed the door softly as he stood there, staring at you through the crack.

The door closed, and you sank against it, tears streaming as you realized the truth: you had only been his escape. Your sobs filled the quiet, a mix of sorrow and acceptance. Then you heard a tentative knock. João’s voice, muffled from the other side, whispered, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You choked back another sob, knowing that no apology could change what you felt. Deep down, you understood: João would never be yours.

And you, shall stop being his from now on.

[lover-222]

Birthday Boy (JF)

warning: smut 18+

…

y/n had everything planned, she had went earlier in the day to victoria secret. she had found a perfect white lingerie set that she knew joão would love. it was his birthday so she wanted him to feel special. she set lit candles in their room and dimmed the lights.

she took a shower and lathered on her strawberry scented shampoo, she knew that joão secretly loved it. after her shower she dried and styled her hair. y/n already had her lingerie laid out on the bed, all she had to do was put on a little bit of makeup.

she sat down in font of her vanity and started her makeup. she did a simple small wing liner, waterproof mascara, highlighter, and lipstick. after that she changed into her lingerie set, it was a bit cold in their house so she also put on one of joão's white dress shirts that fit her big. she fixed their room since she knew joão was about to come home from training.

she lit the last candle, then heard the door open. he wore grey sweatpants and a white hoodie, his hair was messily done. joão looked beautiful as ever. he looked for y/n, until he spotted her in the entrance of their bedroom.

"hi my angel, what a pretty set you have on" he smirked as he looked her up and down; he wanted to devour her whole.

he wrapped his arms around her body and played with one of her long strands of hair.

"i heard it was a special boys' birthday today" she told him while looking up at his doe eyes. his brown eyes were a deeper shade of brown, lust filled his eyes. she took his hand and led him to their bed, she lightly pushed him on the bed, making him sit down.

joão took off his hoodie, leaving him completely shirtless. he reached out to y/n but she stopped him.

"no no no, not yet." she said as she started to teasingly take of the white dress shirt.

she looked absolutely beautiful to joão, her long black hair was flowy and soft. the white lingerie set hugged her figure, she looked like a doll; small and delicate.

y/n got on top of him making sure to give him small kisses on his abdomen, earning whines from the boy. she trailed kisses all the way to his collarbones, she bit him not too hard but enough to leave a mark. y/n kissed his neck while also leaving a couple of hickey's. joão was a mess under, his eyes were closed and he whined from the simple pleasure.

he was growing hard under her, "fuck my love you're teasing me".

"no i'm taking my time with you pretty boy, i like the way you moan for me" she teased him as she slightly grinded on his hard clothed cock.

y/n attacked his lips, she started making out with him. joão's hands trailed all over body but they settled on her ass. while y/n played and pulled his hair, making him groan.

she pulled away and looked at him, his cheeks were scarlet red and his lips were plump; the most beautiful sight ever. joão sat straight and leaned back on the headboard. he watched y/n's every move, she moved down and pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers.

she kissed his thighs along with his cock, y/n looked up at him. he'd shut his eyes with the amount of teasing that y/n was doing.

"baby please please" joão whined.

"patience my love" she answered.

she took his cock in her hand and started licking it slowly. she kitty licked his tip and then would slowly twirl her tongue over his slit, that was already covered with precum. she took him into her mouth, while joão reached down to her head and grabbed her hair making a ponytail. he bobbed her head up and down, making her deepthroat him. her eyes were teary eyed but joão loved watching her taking him all in her mouth.

joão felt euphoric in her mouth, he was so close to his climax. the way she gagged on him and continued to spit and suck on his cock turned him on even more. she never lost the eye contact with him, her big eyes looked up at him. watching him come undone and watching him cum was incredibly hot.

he came in her mouth, he took her hand and pulled her up, so she was sitting on top of him. joão's cum was on the corner of her mouth. he reached out and wiped it off with his thumb, then made her open her mouth. she then sucked off his cum off of his thumb while gently sucking on it. y/n looked at the boy who was paying close attention to what she was doing.

at this point y/n's lingerie was on the floor, he was taking her all in. she was divine to him, she was a goddess to him and would do anything to worship her; and that's exactly what he did. he gently bit one of her breast yet still sucking on it, and then would massage the other. he desired her so bad, he was eager to have her.

"tonight's about you baby, my birthday boy" she told him then kissed him again.

she sat on his cock, and started to ride him. he was in pure bliss, he loved every second of it. she looked absolutely beautiful on top of him. the way her moans would synch with his would raised the sexual tension. every thrust into her was filled with so much pleasure.

y/n was reaching her climax as was joão, he swiftly grabbed her and was now topping her. his thrust became sloppier as they were both reaching their high. they came together, and laid next to each other.

"fuck that was amazing babe, i love you" joão said as he kissed her.

"you're welcome birthday boy" she replied then smiled.

[i-care-4u]

QUIT | J. FÉLIX

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X FEM!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

you loved joão the way he loved his past lover. from the first time dating joão, you couldn’t help but to feel lucky that you’re in a relationship with the rising star. however, it wasn’t the same case with joão. in simple terms, you were just his rebound.

during the course of your relationship, joão would think about his past relationship with his ex. everything reminded him of her where even doing the simplest tasks like going to the grocery store was a sign that he just misses her presence.

your friends noticed the body language between you and joão. while you were being too attached to him by resting your head on his shoulder, he wouldn’t lay an eye on you. rather, he would think about his ex, and a memory involving a moment like this.

you remembered the conversation you had the next day with your friend.

your friend, clara, argued, “y/n baby, that man didn’t even laid an eye on you.”

you were feeding into your delusions, believing that joão loves you, “maybe he’s just tired, okay?”

��tired? he was very much outgoing when i saw him with his friends while you were asleep on the couch,” clara sighed, “y/n, i don’t care about his status, but you can do better.”

“i can’t.”

you were well aware of the people’s opinion of you. when the internet found out that you and joão were dating, people began comparing you to his ex, where you were considered the “better” girlfriend. of course, you didn’t liked being compared to his ex, who had a history of cheating. joão had been cheated on a couple of times, therefore making you feel bad for him.

“what do you mean you can’t?”

you repeated, “i can’t let him go like that.”

clara looks at you, “y/n, isn’t it obvious? joão hasn’t moved on.”

that sentence was engraved in your head for the next month and forward.

there was a thing that people say: your first love is unforgettable.

-

as predicted, you and joão broke up the following month. around this time was when his ex came back to the city.

you had a hard time ignoring the interactions between joão and his ex. you were upset that he came back to her after what she did, but you were so defensive of joão, who will experience heartbreak once more.

everyday, you come on instagram to check up on joão to see what he’s up to. in recent events, he was seen hanging out with his now girlfriend at a nearby restaurant. that girlfriend being the same one that cheated on him months prior.

“he’s with her again?” your friend, isabel, looked at the picture of joão and the girl. you knew who she was talking about instantly.

“yeah…” your voice softened, sensing insecurity.

isabel puts her phone on the coffee table.

you sighed, “i just don’t get why he came back to her after everything she did. i just want to see him happy.”

“i know you want to see him thrive again, and it’s not your fault that he went back to his old ways. there’s going to be someone else that’ll truly love you.”

isabel was right, and you knew that. however, you were constantly reminded about the things you and joão did during the course of your relationship.

as days turned into months, you couldn’t help but to continue to view how joão was doing online. he seems perfectly fine, according to his posts on instagram. the more you scrolled down, the more you realized that you could’ve been there. spanish grand prix? that was your idea. miami, florida? that was originally a trip you planned with him.

you couldn’t help but to tear up. as you set your phone down, you thought about everything that is going on in your life. you keep agreeing with your friends telling you to move on, but the process was hard for you.

-

you flew to barcelona with clara and isabel, where you three were going to stay for a week.

the third day, you three attended the fc barcelona game. you were a fan since childhood, and you were overjoyed at the fact that you’re finally seeing your team live.

“i can’t wait to see pedri play,” isabel looked at the field where all the players are standing.

some big names showed up on the lineup. lewandowski, pedri, de jong, gavi, but one of them stood out to you. as you paid close attention to the player’s face, you felt disbelief. the number 14 jersey belonged to someone that you used to know. that face looked familiar, as it belonged to joão félix. joão, the one who dreamed about playing for fc barcelona. and it was the same joão who had left you for his cheating ex.

“oh…” you didn’t know what to say. rather than saying something about joão to your friends, you instead kept it to yourself.

however, joão is an important part of your love life. of course, your friends brought it up.

“félix is playing for barça now?” clara asked you and isabel.

you avoided clara’s question and remained focused on the field. meanwhile, isabel nods, “yeah.”

they both turn to face you. as you see their eyes staring at you, you chose to ignore them.

isabel pats your shoulder, “hey, i know joão is in the same place right now and if you want, we can leave the stadium and go explore other parts of the city, no?”

focusing on the game, you didn’t want to exit the game. it didn’t even hit half time yet. “no, i’m good where i’m at. i don’t want to waste any of our money because of him.”

-

after the game, everyone including the three of you, started exiting the stadium. as you were on your way out of the seats, a pair of eyes looked at you. you ignored what was going on in the background and ignored that joão was playing for your childhood team for now.

on the field, joão was ready to end the night. he was giving hand shakes to the opposing team, and entered the locker room before leaving the stadium for today.

in the locker room, joão couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve possibly been you in that audience.

“you’ve been quiet today joão. what’s up?” ferran sat down next to him.

“i saw her. she was with her friends just now.”

“joão, you need to leave her, she’s no good for you. are you aware on how many times she has cheated on you?”

“it’s not about her. it’s another girl.” joão sighed.

“please don’t tell me. y/n?”

joão nodded silently, his thoughts racing. maybe ferran was right: he needed to move on from his past, the cycle of grief and longing. however, facing reality proved more difficult than he had anticipated. ferran placed a hand on joão's shoulder, conveying concern. "joão, you should let go. you can't keep clutching onto something that isn't meant to be. i’ve seen the body language between you two, and turns out, it’s not meant to be.”

-

listening to ferran's words, joão rather ignored him. instead, he decides to navigate the crowds of barcelona. glancing around, he noticed a familiar woman standing in the crowd, her presence both comfortable and alarming. it was you.

time appeared to stand still as their gazes locked, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering feelings. joão experienced contradictory emotions, including longing, remorse, and hope for the future. joão approached you with confidence and a fast heartbeat. "y/n," he said softly, his voice full of apprehension. you were surprised and concerned. "joão," you replied softly.

you and joão were struck by the shared history and feelings while standing in the city center. It was as if time had folded in on itself, forcing you guys to confront memories from their past. joão interpreted your eyes as a reflection of his own sadness and longing. he wanted to reach out and bridge the gap between you and him, but he wasn't sure if he had the right to beg for forgiveness.

you were also suffering with your own inner turmoil, torn between the sorrow of the past and the light of hope in your heart. you hoped joão had changed and was ready to go forward, but feared disappointment. joão broke the silence with a mumbled plea. "y/n, i understand i made mistakes, but i want to make things right. i want to show you that i've changed and that i'm no longer the same person i was before."

as joão's comments hung in the air, you felt a knot in your gut, hanging down like a heavy load from your shared history. you wanted to believe him, trusting his good intentions, but you knew some wounds were too deep to repair. your voice was trembling with emotion. "joão, i've seen you repeatedly go back to her, not once, but three times, and i won't accept it. i cannot be seen with someone who has not been healed from their past relationship."

your statements broke joão and revealed the brutal reality of their situation. he wanted to protest and beg you to give him another chance, but he knew it would only exacerbate his impending sorrow. joão bowed deeply, burdened by his wordless regret. he realized he had lost you not only now, but possibly forever.

“as much as i love you, all i can tell you is good luck finding someone.”

as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the deserted streets, joão was left alone with his thoughts, grappling with the bitter taste of regret and haunting echoes of what may have happened.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Hey so I looked for request rules and I didn’t find anything maybe I skipped over it or something I don’t know but I wanted to ask if you could write something for Joao? For smut😭 I don’t really mind but I need more fics for him🙁

Call out my name —Joao Felix.

summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend, you have a special night at a club with a complete stranger.

warnings: YES. +18. (smut, public sex, strangers to lovers, p in v, kinda angst, etc)

words count: +2.5k

A gulp of alcohol went down your throat as you tried to forget the memories of the past that were still pounding in your head. It was the first time you had been out in a long time and you were somewhat shaken, not only with the lack of partying you had but with your feelings of sadness that still haunted you.

Your friends had insisted that the first date after the breakup had to be wild and ruthless in order to forget your ex-boyfriend, who had cheated on you many times with his co-worker. So after almost four months in bed, depressed and lonely, you decided that his life had to go on and you were ready for an adventure.

Dancing and getting drunk has never killed anyone and it's what you need most right now. Your friends disappear into the crowd as you drink your last drink and stagger towards the dance floor. The music fuels your body and you begin to move your body to the rhythm of the melody, you meet your friends again who squeal when they see you coming and begin to dance.

You don't know how long it's been since you've been here but you can feel your feet hurting and the air starts to get thin, yet you keep moving your body against your friends. It's been a long time since you've felt like this and you've really missed feeling free. Your friend surrounds your waist and pulls you closer, trying to get your attention, you stop moving a little when her face gets close to your ear.

"You have an admirer up there" she whispers amused moving a little to position yourself. You swallow as your saliva feels dry from your sudden movements.

You turn your head slightly, dissimulating as you continue to move slowly. Your gaze focuses on a young man in the VIP area, he is holding a drink in his hand and leaning on the railing on the upper floor of the club. His gaze makes contact with yours and you feel the world come to a standstill.

Too handsome.

Seeing him in the glare of some light, you realize he is a young guy, with tousled dark hair and a dark gaze, which can be seen even when you are somewhat far away from him. His skin is so tanned that it glows in the flickering lights, his dark hair is shiny and he looks so natural tousled like this. Dressed in a simple white shirt a little unbuttoned on the first few buttons and black pants, simple but formal and handsome. You want to stop looking at him but you can't as a shiver runs down your spine. He is too handsome.

He was standing still, watching you while swaying your body to the music and your gaze can't move from him either. He's so handsome that you just had a crush on him and you're curious to know more about the guy and the atmosphere starts to get suffocating. For some reason, your stomach feels funny and you start dancing taking all the feelings out of your body, you had come for that. You don't care about making a show, you don't care that he is watching you, you just want to enjoy your night.

You close your eyes moving over your body, your hands spread all over your body, you lift your hair, you shout the song with passion, you have fun. Tonight you feel ready to let it all go and start over with your life.

You have a feeling that boy is still looking at you and that makes you want to keep doing it, so you keep dancing like there's no tomorrow. Enjoying the music at full volume, your head free of thought and your mischievous fun. When you open your eyes in his direction again, you notice that he is no longer there, watching you. Something of emptiness surrounds you, he must have left or maybe he was there with someone else. You sigh a little shaking your head and slowing your chest, it was probably an equis person taking a look around like everyone else here. He didn't even look familiar, it was the first time you were in this place and probably the last, so you didn't think anything of it. You sigh looking for some air in your lungs to start dancing again when you feel some hands surrounding your hips softly, leaving you a little surprised. The touch doesn't scare you, in fact, it feels warm and caring.

Your body freezes and you feel someone else's body approach yours from behind. You smell a strong, manly scent, as if it were an expensive perfume, one of those honeyed, sweet ones that attract. His fingers encircle your waist holding you as he turns you on your axis. The first thing you meet when you turn, are dark eyes that make you tremble, you quickly rest your hands on his firm chest and you can feel how his mouth is almost glued to yours, he looks at your lips and back to your eyes, while you watch him stunned.

He is much more handsome than he looked up there, his tanned skin is exotic and perfect, his jaw is set in a straight line, the color of his eyes dark brown. Your belly roars at his beauty. He is so precious that it leaves you speechless. With a simple gentle movement, your hands crawl across his skin and encircle his face, he smiles a little and makes your heart race. His touch on your skin makes you bristle and you can see his pupils dilate at your gaze, he licks his lower lip a little teasing you but you are too lost in the color of his brown eyes.

His hands move down your body and rest on your lower back, helping you move a little. That's when you finally hear the background music again, you had been lost in it. With your hands you caress his hard clothed skin, holding onto his neck as you move to the music.

Through the track light you can see him give you a look and you smile at him too, stroking the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck. He presses you against his body and you gasp. The atmosphere becomes tense and suffocating. He guides you with his own body, moving you delicately as you don't stop looking deeply at each other.

You seem to be alone on the dance floor as you dance slowly and delicately, your smiles shy and somewhat desperate. You don't feel at all uncomfortable dancing with a stranger, in fact, you like it. The distance between you is cautious, your faces are close but not as close as you would like.

The music is too good and your bodies move freely as you sing, play and look at each other. You felt sexy, free and desired. You knew he wanted you, he had been staring at you for a while and now he had come for you. Suddenly the urge to do something crazy crossed your mind, your body vibrated at the idea and you closed your eyes feeling the music take over you.

With his strong hand he grabs the sides of your hips again and turns you again, pressing your back against his chest. He circles your lower belly and his fingers make contact with your skin, making you bristle. Your hands caress his forearms and you gasp at the feel of his warm body so close to yours. The sensation that takes over you feels different and you feel the tingling start to walk down your legs. His body fits perfectly into yours as you continue to rub against each other, dancing and easing the desire from your bodies. His hands move around your waist and begin to move up as he caresses your hot skin, you lift your hands as he caresses them and wrap them around his neck from behind.

It's the first time you've done something like this and you're honestly wondering why it had taken you so long to do it. Dancing with a stranger was fucking sensual.

Everyone is having fun tonight, why can't you have fun too? You had come to forget your ex, to forget your failed relationship of almost four years, to forget the old Y/n. When you open your eyes again, your surroundings spin and you begin to make room for yourself among the people. You take one last look at the unknown guy who is still staring at you and start to make your way out of the crowd.

Your body is hot and tired, you need some air to think well, the lights dazzle your eyes making your way difficult but you reach a kind of lonely corridor. You sigh taking a breath of air as your vision focuses on the figure of a man walking towards you, softly as you lean against the wall. You bite your lip shyly as the young man stops in front of you, close to you. Your heart started to pound as you feel him start to get closer and closer and you swallowed saliva as ideas shoot from your mind. You don't stop him, in fact, you long for him to come closer.

His eyes haven't left yours for a moment and the atmosphere becomes intense, his hand goes to your waist and rests it gently on you. His fingers feel warm on your skin and you feel the heat run through your body making you sweat. Your back is pressed completely against the wall, so he wraps around you and pulls you to him, making you gasp.

Your whole body feels strange, your soul resonates inside you. You just felt a connection that's hard to explain with an unknown person you've never seen before in your life, in a place where you never thought you'd find anything.

You were normally an old school girl, who liked to meet guys before making any moves. In fact you were kind of against one night stands, I mean there was nothing wrong with it, you just weren't that type.

But tonight all your convictions vanished, like the pain you felt in your heart.

Maybe you were a little drunk or maybe you are tired of so much shit you have lived and you prefer to erase everything from your memory, enjoy your new life, your body, your mind. Enjoy something completely new and crazy with you, that could save you from your misery or sink you but for the first time in your life, you were willing to risk everything to feel the boy's lips on yours. His face is so close you can feel his breath mingle with yours, his eyes look at your lips and back into your eyes, as if asking permission and you just blink flirtatiously.

His lips crash against yours warmly, in a quiet, soft and tender kiss, taking his time until they get used to you and ask for more. His touch feels warm and juicy, his lips mold perfectly to yours and he caresses them innocently. The stranger's hands spread across your body, wrapping his muscular arms around you as you hang from his neck. Then that's when your tongues spring into action and they battle touching, licking and tasting each other.

It feels good. Dancing so close with a stranger, letting them touch you as if you know each other. Kissing a stranger didn't feel like you thought it would, well actually, you never thought about kissing a stranger to tell the truth. But you liked it. Although you're not sure if you liked it with any stranger. But you liked it with this stranger.

Blinded even by the lights and his presence, his hands take yours and direct you somewhere you can guess and you reach the empty bathrooms and quickly go inside. You are thankful no one is there when your lips crash against his in a fleeting, sticky kiss, now completely wild and desperate, making you gasp as you feel his hands on your body again. He bites your lips as your hands grab his hair and tug at his limp locks, pulling you quickly into the cubicles.

You have not a hint of embarrassment as your back whips against the cubicle door and the young man lifts your dress, wrapping it a little around your waist. His lips never leave your neck as you hold your tongue hiding the gasps.

You have to admit this is probably the riskiest thing you've ever done and you're enjoying it. It may be the first time but it may also be the last time and you want to file this memory away at your young age. Your eyes admire the boy's toasty skin as your fingers tangle in his dark locks, tugging on them a little.

"I need you, please" you ask in a pleading whisper.

His crotch slams against yours and you gasp, feeling electric currents run down your back. The touch of his bulge makes you yearn to feel him inside but the stranger just wants to play with you, teasing you a little. His fingers play with the straps of your black dress and his white shirt brushes against your chest, giving a little friction to your erect nipples. He takes your lips again swallowing your gasps as his tongue does crazy things inside your mouth and his hands pull down your dress, your bare breasts come into view. His palms encircle your mounds and you gasp as he squeezes them around your flesh, making your legs tremble.

"Damn, you're perfect" he murmurs against your mouth as he continues to brush his intimate part between your legs.

Your cheeks burn with excitement but also burn with embarrassment. His words sound familiar to you, your boyfriend used to say them all the time but even though whoever says them is a complete stranger to you, they still ring truer than you've ever heard.

"I need you inside" you moan desperately.

The brunet smiles with his perfect white teeth and undoes his pants, just enough to pull his cock out. Your hands take care of undoing the buttons of his shirt and you open it to caress his pecs.

He pulls a condom from his pocket and you smile as you notice he was ready for this. Anyone would think you were a prude but you don't care at all, you need him to fuck you. After placing it over his big aroused cock, you lick your lips at how sensual it looks this way. His hands take your hips again and he lifts you up, helping you support your legs around his waist. When you are properly positioned and ready, the stranger takes his cock and directs it to your cavity.

He doesn't even have to check how wet you are because he can see for miles and you gasp as his cock strokes your clit a little and then slides into your slit, smearing himself with your juices.

You both gasp as he finally positions himself in your hole and slowly his hips jerk forward, thrusting in. Your eyes close as your head slams against the hard bathroom door and you bite down on your own hand to silence your moans, even though no one has entered yet they could enter at any moment and you don't want to be discovered right now.

His cock goes all the way through your cavity and takes the time for you to get used to him. As his hands took your legs around him and his mouth licked one of your nipples. This was glory. He began to move inside you gently, moving in and out carefully as his moans came out in whispers. You felt so full. Damn. Not fucking for so many months had made you tighter, so much so that his movements hurt but it was a pleasurable ache, one you didn't want him to stop. Or maybe he was too big, that definitely played a part too. His cock was perfect, pounding your cavity deeply and vehemently.

"You're too tight and wet, princess" he whispered in your ear as he began to pound harder.

Pleasure dispersed throughout your body as the stranger rammed you rough and continuous. You felt your belly contract with each movement. Your hands were on his head, then his chest, then the back of his neck, shoulders and neck. You needed to grab him from all sides, you wanted to feel his hot skin on your fingers as he kept pounding into your spot.

Your moans went unnoticed with the music in the background but you wanted to scream until your throat was torn, you needed it. You needed to scream his name, to recognize his eyes, his skin, his cock. Damn, you were feeling so good.

"Fuck" you squealed without noticing it came out in a scream.

The young man's hand positioned itself in your mouth and shut you up as you felt the pleasure well up inside you. At that moment, you heard some people enter the bathroom and squeal happily. These were some women who were clearly drunk and were playing with each other, laughing and screaming.

Yet he didn't stop.

His hand squeezed your mouth and with your dry lips you kissed his hand, feeling his strokes slow down so as not to make noise. With his other hand he squeezed one of your breasts and you bit into his hand, squealing in pleasure. Your head rested against the cool wood as he rammed hard again, more erratic and dirty, holding you by the ass with his other hand. You were so close.

His hands let go of your body and go to your cheeks surrounding it to focus your gaze on his. For a moment your eyes get lost in the young man's gaze, in that shiny dark brown. There is something in his gaze. Something different from the other looks, as if his eyes understand yours. As if he were feeling what you are feeling.

As if you were meant to meet.

You don't even know him but you can feel his familiar look. Your hands go around his neck and you pull him closer to you as his thrusts begin to accelerate, hitting your special spot. His face is so close to yours that you tremble under his gaze, you feel yourself melt under his eyes. Your eyes want to close as you begin to experience climax but you refuse to stop watching him, you can't stop watching him.

It feels so intimate. So special. So close.

How is it possible? You don't remember ever feeling this way with your boyfriend, with whom you were head over heels in love. Nor with your other sexual partners. This was so different.

"Joao" he murmured loudly and your face with a mixture of confusion and pleasure watched him. "That's my name, princess"

Joao. You wanna scream while he fucks you hard against the door of this bathroom in the club.

A whisper comes from your lips with his name 'Joao' barely audible. What an exotic name. Just like he was. Beautiful just like his name. Joao. You thought going over it to remember his name.

"Call out my name while you cum" he whispered dirty and hard. Just like he was hitting you in your thirsty hole.

"Fuck, Joao!" you squealed as you felt the orgasm hit you.

His name came out like a shout of glory. You saw him smile with your blurred vision as if he had been the champion of the war. This was too much.

Your whole being ignited, like a flare of fire growing in you, as you trembled whole. His strokes kept sending me waves of pleasure as your soul left your body and you levitated in a pleasurable cloud. His eyes never left you as he gasped into your face, pounding and pounding into your hole.

Orgasm hit you and you both came in unison as you felt your souls unite in pleasure and passion and gasped for air as it stopped inside you, still trembling and enjoying the sensation.

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⟡ summary: your cat, nemo, is an absolute menace. will he get along with your boyfriend’s dog?

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“she’s glaring,” joão points out solemnly, body sprawled over the couch in a relaxed manner, and with you by his side.

nemo, your orange cat, fixates her gaze upon joão’s dog, floki, emanating an aura of palpable hostility. her eyes, brimming with an intensity that signals imminent peril.

your lips subtly take the form of a slender line, discerning the overt animosity that permeates nemo’s eyes. positioned a mere few inches away from floki, she assumes a defensive stance, her demeanor reflecting a mix of caution and hostility, as evidenced by her elevated tail.

“she’s just checking to make sure he’s not dangerous,” you confidently assert, although a hint of hesitation lingers in your words. deep down, you can only hope that nemo won’t unexpectedly lash out.

she’s quite the menace.

“nah, can’t you see those eyes? she obviously wants to annihilate floki,” joão proclaims, his voice dripping with solemnity, despite the situation not being so grave.

however, both of you are resolute in your determination to make your pets get along. after all, you hoped that one day you would move in together, and it would be challenging to handle if nemo and floki despised each other.

“annihilate? you’re exaggerating now,” you roll my eyes. “she’s just a cat, not a murderer,” you add, playfully ruffling joão’s hair.

joão gazes into your eyes with a serious expression. “she could be with those eyes,” he retorts, removing your hand from his hair. “and stop messing with my hair,” he adds, slightly annoyed.

as your banter and minor disagreement persist, nemo takes a few more cautious steps towards floki, who lies on his dog bed, brimming with trepidation.

“even your dog is scared of her, both you are such cowards.” you deadpan, voice laced with a thick layer of sarcasm, as you cast a scornful gaze upon your boyfriend.

“mind you, your menace of a cat almost clawed my eye out the first i’d met her,” he asserts, his words evoking an unsettling memory that causes a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“she may not have taken an immediate liking to you, yeah. but, she’s very fond of you now,” you assert, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within you in support of your beloved nemo.

joão falls silent, his gaze fixed upon the two pets, his eyes widening in astonishment. you tear my eyes away from joão, directing my attention towards nemo and floki.

a heartwarming sight greets you as you witness the two furry pets snuggled together, their bond evident in their affectionate embrace.

“am i dreaming or is nemo finally acting… civil,” joão muses, his voice tinged with bewilderment and astonishment. the unexpected behavior of nemo has left you both perplexed and amazed.

“i can’t believe this…”

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yourbestfrienduser i’m genuinely surprised nemo let anyone touch her

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joaofelix79 your cat is a mence.

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