#Vini jr

[insidekatmind]

That Girl Is Mine ~ Kylian Mbappé × Reader × Vinícius Jr. (Feat. Jude Bellingham)

Madrid was the city of lights, football, and dreams. The Spanish capital buzzed with fans, paparazzi, and tourists wandering through its charming streets. You were there, an ordinary girl thrust into an extraordinary world. You worked as a sports journalist, but what no one knew—and what you carefully kept hidden—was your secret relationship with Jude Bellingham, the young talent of Real Madrid.

But your life was far from simple. Aside from the secrecy, there was a rather... awkward issue: two of your most famous colleagues, Kylian Mbappé and Vinícius Júnior, seemed to be in a constant battle for your attention.

It was a crisp December evening, and the Santiago Bernabéu was still glowing under the post-match lights. Real Madrid had just won an important match, and as usual, you were busy navigating the post-game interviews. Jude had thrown you a quick, meaningful glance as he passed by. That subtle smile of his was all you needed to feel reassured, even though you had to pretend it was just a casual gesture.

You were packing up your things when Kylian approached you. Still wearing his Real Madrid jersey, his forehead glistening with sweat, his confident and charming smile remained intact.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for a drink with us? I’ve noticed you work too much," he said, his tone low but loaded with a suggestion you couldn’t ignore.

You smiled, keeping your tone professional. "Thanks, Kylian, but I have a lot of work to do."

"Ah, work, work..." he replied, shaking his head. "Sometimes, you need to live a little. You know, there’s so much of Madrid you haven’t seen yet. I could show you the city."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the conversation. "Show her the city? Kylian, I don’t think she needs a guide. I’ve lived here longer than you, remember?"

Vinícius had appeared beside you both, a provocative smile on his lips. It was clear he had been eavesdropping on every word. His eyes gleamed with challenge as he looked at his teammate. You, caught in the middle, felt like a pawn in a game you hadn’t chosen to play.

"Vinícius, same old," Kylian replied with a smile, though his eyes betrayed a certain tension. "I wasn’t talking to you, anyway."

Vinícius turned to you. "So, what do you say? The city of Madrid is much more interesting than Kylian can make it seem. We could explore the real neighborhoods, away from the tourists."

It was as if the world had stopped around you. You needed an excuse, fast. "Thanks to both of you, but honestly, I’m tired tonight. Maybe another time."

They didn’t look convinced, but there wasn’t much else they could do but let you go.

Later that evening, you were finally home. Your phone buzzed, and you smiled at Jude’s message.

Jude: "Everything okay? I saw Kylian and Vini hanging around you… I’m jealous. See you tomorrow after training, okay?"

You quickly replied. "Everything’s fine, I promise. See you tomorrow."

Your conversations were simple, sweet, and reassuring. Jude was your anchor amidst the chaos. But the next day, things became even more complicated.

During training at Valdebebas, you were there for a series of interviews. It was impossible to ignore the looks Kylian and Vinícius kept throwing your way as they ran on the field. Even Jude seemed to notice, though he remained focused on his drills.

After the session, Kylian was the first to approach. "You know, yesterday I couldn’t help but notice you always seem distant. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

You were trying to form a reply when Vinícius interrupted, wiping his face with a shirt. "Hey, Kylian, are you interrogating her? Maybe she just wants a bit of peace."

"Maybe you should mind your own business, Vini," Kylian shot back, his tone irritated.

"Guys, please," you intervened, trying to stay calm. "I’m just doing my job."

But inside, your heart was pounding. Their interest was flattering, but also a problem. You couldn’t afford for anyone to find out about your relationship with Jude. And yet, every glance and every word exchanged only heightened the tension.

That evening, as you sat with Jude at your secret spot—a small café hidden in the heart of Madrid—you told him everything. He listened attentively, his face serious.

"I don’t like the way they’re acting," he said, squeezing your hand under the table. "But I understand we can’t do anything for now. I promise we’ll find a way to live all of this out in the open one day."

You smiled at him, feeling safe in his presence. Jude wasn’t just your boyfriend; he was your refuge amidst the chaos of a life that felt like a novel. But you knew the story between you, Kylian, and Vinícius was far from over. And Madrid, with its lights and secrets, was the perfect stage for the next act.

The tension was palpable, like a taut rope about to snap. Over the following days, Kylian and Vinícius’s gestures and attitudes became more explicit. Seemingly innocent comments turned into subtly suggestive remarks, lunch invitations, and lingering glances. Jude, despite his calm and rational nature, had begun to show signs of irritation.

One evening, after a crucial match at the Bernabéu, things came to a head.

After the game, while you were gathering material for an article, Vinícius approached you in the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. He was still sweaty, but his mischievous smile was flawless.

"So, have you thought about my invitation? I’ll take you somewhere no one knows, guaranteed. Just you and me, no distractions," he said, his tone a bit too familiar for your liking.

Before you could respond, Kylian appeared behind you both, interrupting the conversation. "Ah, Vini, aren’t you tired of playing the romantic? Sorry for you, but I think her time is already booked for the evening."

You sighed, trying to stay calm. "Guys, enough with these games. I’ve already told you I’m not interested."

Vinícius laughed, leaning slightly forward as if he found it all incredibly amusing. "Really? You don’t seem that uninterested."

It was then that Jude appeared, striding out of the locker room with a determined walk. He wasn’t smiling. In fact, his face was tense, his gaze a mix of anger and resolve.

"Vini, Kylian, stop," he said, his voice calm but authoritative. Both turned to him, surprised.

Kylian crossed his arms, frowning. "And what does this have to do with you, Jude?"

"It has everything to do with me," Jude replied, stepping closer. He glanced at you briefly before addressing them directly. "She’s my girlfriend. And she has been for a long time. So, with all due respect, you need to stop."

The silence that followed was deafening. Vinícius and Kylian stood frozen, unable to hide their shock. Your heart was racing, but you also felt a sense of relief. Finally, the truth was out.

"Are you serious?" Kylian asked, incredulous. "She’s...?"

"Yes," Jude said firmly, locking eyes with them. "And now that you know, I’m asking you to respect us."

Vinícius looked almost offended. "And you thought to tell us like this, after all this time? Maybe you should have made it clear earlier."

"It wasn’t your business," Jude shot back, his tone hard. "But now you know. Enough with the games."

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, trying to process it all. Then he looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his gaze. "And you? Why didn’t you ever tell us?"

"I couldn’t," you said, your voice firm but calm. "We wanted to keep it private. That doesn’t mean I was playing with you."

Kylian nodded slowly, as if trying to come to terms with the situation. Vinícius, on the other hand, looked less convinced but said nothing. After a few moments of tension, they both walked away, leaving you alone with Jude.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jude turned to you, his face softening. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand seeing them act like that anymore. They needed to know."

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. "You did the right thing. I couldn’t take it anymore either."

Jude sighed, pulling you into a hug. "From now on, no more secrets. I don’t care what people say. What matters is that it’s us."

You melted into his embrace, finally feeling free. Even though you knew the gossip would start soon, you didn’t care anymore. Madrid was full of secrets, but yours was no longer one of them.

[monjude]

The safest place on earth is in Jude's arms 🤍

[forzarma]

jude bellingham x fem!reader

You spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, baking Jude's favorite cookies. You carefully measured each ingredient, adding extra chocolate chips just the way he liked it.

But when Jude came home from training, he was in a bad mood. His face looked upset, and he seemed really unhappy.

"Hey, babe, I made you some cookies," you said, trying to sound cheerful even though you felt a little worried.

He barely looked at you, his eyes focused somewhere far away. "Can't you see I'm tired?" he snapped, his voice sounding sharp and angry.

You felt your heart sink as his words hit you hard. You had only wanted to make him happy, but now he was mad at you.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling small and sad. "I didn't mean to bother you."

You went back to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his feelings. The house felt quiet and empty without his usual laughter and jokes.

For the next two days, you hardly spoke to each other. The silence between you felt heavy, filled with apologies you couldn't say and hurt you couldn't express.

You didn't understand why he had been so mean to you. Had you done something wrong? Was he angry with you for some reason?

You kept thinking about it, but you were too scared to ask. You didn't want to make things worse.

As the days went by, you felt yourself pulling away from him, putting up walls to protect yourself from getting hurt again.

But even though you were mad at him, you still missed him. You missed his smile, his laugh, his warmth.

Finally, unable to stay angry any longer, Jude came to find you. He saw you sitting in the kitchen, staring sadly at the half-empty cookie jar.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and full of regret.

You looked up, surprised to see tears in his eyes. You could tell he felt really bad about what he had done.

"I was wrong to be mean to you," he said, his voice shaky. "You didn't deserve that."

You wanted to stay mad at him, but when he reached out to hold your hand, you couldn't help but forgive him.

"I forgive you," you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you tight like he never wanted to let go. You closed your eyes and let yourself be comforted by his presence.

In that moment, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always be there for eachother.

[anxiouspepper28]

🖕 to everyone who tried to pit them agaist one another...

¡Hala Madrid y nada más!

[eccentricallygothic]

real madrid is not real madriding the way real madrid is supposed to real madrid

[sccpmccabe]

Vini Jr. lost the Ballon d'Or to Rodri because of "values", this is the news that is circulating on all sports channels in the world hours before this award ceremony.

Rodri, the guy who wasn't considered the best player on his team last season, wasn't even part of the team of the best players in the competitions he played in. He wasn't the best player in Spain, much less in the Euros, having been ranked eighth until five months ago. This is the best player in the world for the judges.

In the end, the Europeans will never get tired of robbing us, that's quite clear.

[realmadridfamily]

"In my opinion Vinicius deserved to win the Golden Ball. It was unfair. I say it here, in front of everybody."

"Other issue for me is not important. If you deserve it, you should get it what you deserve."

Always on your team, boss 🫡

[rmadridcore]

Wow. And people make Real Madrid seem like villains for not attending? I’m not even sure what word is harsh enough to describe these disgusting creatures. This is the lowest level of evil.

[pedrithink]

jude with vini’s brother + jobe smiling <3

[latin5mamii]

cutiess🥹🥹

[insidekatmind]

Red card~ Vinicius jr

Wearning: +18,smut

It was a quiet Sunday evening, and you were comfortably sitting on the living room couch. The Real Madrid match had just started, and as always, your heart raced as you watched Vinícius Jr. play. Your relationship with him was special, a love that had almost happened by chance but had grown intense and deep. He called you his "lucky star," but that evening, it seemed like luck wasn’t on his side.

"Go, Vini, show them who you are!" you whispered with a smile, sipping a cup of hot tea. Your eyes followed every movement he made on the field, as he dribbled past opponents with his usual elegance. You were used to seeing him face everything with a smile, but tonight, something felt different: there was a palpable tension.

45th minute.

The referee blew the whistle. A foul. Vinícius, usually calm, approached the referee with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t hear their words, but the images were clear. An opponent had provoked him, and Vinícius was trying to defend himself. Then it happened: the red card.

You were left breathless.

"No, no, it’s not possible!" you screamed, placing your cup on the table with a thud. You jumped to your feet, your heart racing. You watched in disbelief as Vinícius left the field, shaking his head. The referee seemed unwavering, and the camera lingered on the dark, furious face of your boyfriend.

An hour later.

The door to the house opened with a snap, and Vinícius stormed in. His gym bag flew to the floor, and he ran a hand through his hair, visibly shaken. He didn’t even look at you.

"You saw it, right?" he murmured, approaching you. You gently looked at him and embraced him. "Love," you whispered, hoping to ease his tension.

He was mad but felt better when you grabbed him to hug, making him sit next to you on the couch.

Vinicius puts his arm around you and rests his head on your shoulder."You’re not mad at me are you?" he says quietly, in a weak tone

"No, love, you are and will always be my champion," you whispered softly to him.

He smiles when you call him champion, it’s one of his favourite nicknames you had for him. He nuzzled in your neck, his hand resting on your leg and squeezing it softly

"Even when I act like a dickhead and get sent off again?" sentendo le sue parole sorridi.

"Especially when you become a dickhead,it's hot," you whispered.

He smile.His hand began to slide up slowly on your leg, just teasing."You still think I’m hot when I get mad?" he asks, teasing your neck with small kisses. You groan and nod.

He smirked, hearing you moan he began sucking on your neck, wanting to leave a mark

"Prove it to me then…” he mumbled against your neck, his hand slipping further up your leg.

You smile and kneel down, lowering his trousers and boxers and then pumping his cock a little before taking it in my mouth.

He grabs your hair gently with a hand."Holy fu-ck…“ he moans when he feels your mouth on his tip. You start to swirl your tongue around his big cock and then take it all in your mouth.

Vinicius raised his hips and fucked your mouth and you were moaning as you started to tease his balls with your hands and continued sucking him with more passion. He groans and comes down your throat.

When he makes you rise, he sighs happily and you kiss him.He returns the kiss with even more love, his hand caressing your cheek as they make out. He pulls you closer, until your body is pressed against his, and his leg goes in between yours, keeping you even closer to him.

“Mm… you know, I wouldn’t have been sent off in that game if you weren’t on my mind the entire time…“ he whispers in your ear.

You laugh as you watch him."So now it’s my fault?"

He chuckles, rolling over so he’s on top of you. He looks into your eyes, with a smirk on his lips.”Exactly… it’s your fault, you were being distracting in my mind the whole game…“

I smile and bite my lip. "What were you thinking?" Taming his muscular shoulders.

He moans lowly when you caress his shoulders, his body slightly shudders under your touch.“Do you want me to tell you or show you?”.he replies in a seductive tone, as his hands begin to wander up and down your body, caressing your curves.

"Show me" You say whispering.

He grins and kisses down your neck, occasionally leaving marks on it. His hands keep feeling up your body, caressing it lovingly. As he’s still busy with your neck, his knee slips gently between your legs, slightly rubbing against you.

Feeling the pressure on your pussy groan and you start rubbing yourself on it moaning.

He moans as you rub against his knee, his lips still attacking your neck with kisses.“Mmm you’re just impatient aren’t you…?“he mutters against your skin, his hand roaming down your body and caressing closer to your inner thigh.

"It’s not my fault I have such a sexy boyfriend" you whisper with a mischievous smile.

He chuckles at your comment, lifting his head up to look down at you while still letting his hand gently caress your thigh.“Oh you’re gonna flatter me like this? I might just have to get an even bigger ego…” he grins a little, his hand starting to get closer and closer to your centre.

You kiss him and groan in his mouth feeling the movements of his leg where you needed it. "It’s so beautiful Vini"groan once again.

He kisses you back, his hands going to your waist to grip on it softly. His knee is rubbing up against you still, his body starting to grind down and slightly rub himself against you as well.“Mmm, you like it that much, princesa?” he mutters, the vibrations of his voice sending more pleasure through you.

You moan madly for his Spanish and murmur a little 'yes.'

He moans a bit himself at the sound of your voice, the sound sending even more sensations through him. His knee continues its pace, the friction of him rubbing against you making him want you more. He leans in to your ear and whispers.“Dios mío… te quiero.” say Vinícius.

"Vini please"you have murmured. He growls lowly again, the sound of you begging making him feel even more aroused.

His knee keeps rubbing against you, while his lips go back to attacking your neck, leaving marks all over it. “What do you need, mi vida?“

"I want you inside me, please" you whine, you desperately clung to Vinícius.

He moans when you tell him, his knee slowly slipping away from you. He kisses all over your neck and down to your chest.“You’re begging for me that badly, cariño?“

His hands start caressing your thighs again, slowly spreading them apart for him.

Groan and spread your legs as much as you can. He groans at the sight of you so open and eager for him. His hands go to your waist, holding on to you while he grinds against you slowly, wanting to tease you a bit.

“Mmm… you want it that badly, don’t you, amor?“ he whispers you making you whine.

"Love please don’t tease me" you whine as you raise my hips wanting more.

He smirks, seeing you wriggling around and trying to get more with your hips. His grip on your waist is strong so you don’t move too much.“You’re being impatient again… I thought I said I’ll be making you feel good all night long…” he mutters against your chest, his lips leaving marks on it as one of his hands move down between you.

Groan feeling le sue parole and kiss him. He kissed you back passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as you feel his hand rub against your entrance slowly. At the same time, his hip grinded against you, letting you feel how hard he’s becoming. “Mmm you drive me crazy, cariño…“

I moan wanting he inside me. "Baby come into me please fill me" you cry.

He grunts when you beg and he can’t take it anymore. He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes.“You’re gonna be the death of me one day…“

Then, you feel him slowly entering you. His grip on your waist tightens as he e tra tutto in te e gemi sentendo il suo grosso cazzo riempirti.

"Always so close to me, child" grunts Vinícius and you whine raising your hips towards him.

In the room you heard only the sound of your skin meeting and your groans and his grunts.

His impulses increased and you were moaning, managing to concentrate only on the pleasure that Vinícius was giving you.

"Vini" you groans scratching his back.

He groans lowly feeling how tight you get around him, and his hands grab on to you more intensely, wanting to hold you as close to him as possible. His lips are on your neck again, leaving more marks on the skin while his hip start pounding in you faster.“Mmm, say my name… say it again…“ he mutters against your ear, his voice is slightly hoarse from how intense his breathing got.

Every time you groaned his name increased the push making you groan louder.

He moans against your ear when he hears his name coming from your lips again and he starts biting and sucking on your neck again, leaving more marks all over it.“Mmm good girl… only say my name from now on, say it loudly and tell me how good I feel…“ he mutters in your ear, as his hip start moving faster and faster.

"It’s so beautiful" you groan, squeezing even more on him.

He grunts at your words, hearing how good he makes you feel was driving him crazy and making him go even faster.“Mmm you’re so tight mi vida…. Do I feel good?”he mutters, his lips are on your neck again, his teeth gently leaving even more love bites.

"Yes, Yes, Yes" You cried when you felt your g-spot hit.

He moans loudly again when you tighten around him even more, his hand grabbing your hip and pulling you closer so he can go even deeper.

“Mmm that’s it… feels good, doesn’t it?” he mutters in your ear, his breathing getting even more intense as he hammered deeper and deeper into you.

You were so taken by the pleasure that you groaned only not being able to say a concrete word. He chuckles at how you’ve become a moaning mess and is now unable to speak after he keeps ramming into you, his grip on your waist gets even tighter, holding you close.

“Mmm you’re so cute like this, amor… all lost in pleasure you can’t even speak" He teased you and you whined.

Two more pushes and you came and you squeezed his cock so hard that he came too.

He chuckles and pecks your lips, as he rolls off of you and lays down next to you. He’s slightly sweaty and his breathing is still a bit heavy from how intense that was. “You’re all mine…”he mutters, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close to him, your body pressed snuggly against his.

He burrows his face in the crook of your neck and snuggled against you, smiling blissfully.

You smile nodding and cuddle to him feeling satisfied.He smiles more as you bury yourself in his chest and soon fall asleep.

He looks at you for a moment and can’t help but think how adorable you look when asleep. Then, he pulls the covers up and covers both of you with it, before gently petting your hair. He continues to hold you close to him and soon, he falls asleep as well.

[monjude]

They don’t know another dance move 😂

[featguler]

i just wanna say ────── when i see your face, was like, "where have you been?"

♡ ────── pairing : vinícius júnior x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. NO SMUT (well yes smut but it's in flashbacks) but the diction is lowkey nasty here, do not read/interact if you are under 18 or i will find you and block you. morning after blablabla. not proofread sorry if this sucks. 18 PLUS 18 PLUS 18 PLUS. ♡ ────── wordcount : 616 ♡ ────── notes : vinicius junior pls stop it stop it stop IT. everyone go on madrid's instagram and look at their newest video promoting the new kit right now vini is so HOT when he smiled i literally came wtf. title and desc is based on chanmina's needy. inspired by this list by nightprompts! ♡ masterlist.

“D’you regret it?”

You blink, eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering through the thin curtain of the hotel room.

For a second, you can’t remember where in the fuck you are—Ibiza, Miami, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, Madrid, blablabla. All the cities you’ve been to spin around in your dizzy head, trying to recall which nightclub it was that you spent the night rolling your hips and grinding your ass on anyone who’d give you an ounce of their attention.

“Huh?”

You rub your eyes as Vinícius turns on his chest, propping a pillow underneath his body. As you take in the features of his face, memories of the night before come crashing into you and you place a hand on his face, pushing him away the moment inhibitions begin blossoming in your chest. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and presses a short kiss on the base of your palm.

“The sex,” he clarifies, the edge of his lips tugging into a short smirk, letting your hand cup his face. “Was pretty good, huh?”

It comes in quick flashes: three of his thick digits stretching your hole as your nails dig into the skin behind his neck, prepping you up for just a finger too much. Not your fault the size of his cock intimidated you the moment you let it slip past your pretty lips, but damn, you should have made him put another finger inside before letting him fuck you.

But hindsight tells you that no amount of fingerfucking would have prepared for his body weight on yours anyway. With one hand gripping your hips as the other pins your hand against the bed, he fucked into you doggystyle, in his own pace, savoring every inch of your squelching walls around his shaft. And no matter how much you’d babble for him to go faster, he’d ignore you and continue pushing into you real nice and slow.

“Wasn’t,” you cover your eyes with your arms after a few moments of silence, feeling tiny under his wolfish gaze, like he’s prying into your mind and seeing for himself the recollection you have of your hip bucking up against his, thighs shivering with one leg over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he grins, murmuring your name as he holds himself up on his elbow, his face leaning into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your sweat as his. “I told you I’d make you feel good,” he nips at your neck, his fingers finding their way on your bare torso, still sensitive from his grip, “made you feel good, didn’t I?”

“Vinícius—”

“Come on,” he cuts you off, coaxing, “that’s not what you were calling me last night.”

You huff, not stopping his mouth from lapping on your skin. Instead, you place a hand on his chest and whimper as his palm slides down, landing on the curve of your ass, giving it a hard  squeeze.

“You should call me baby,” he suggests, “it’s hot when you call me baby.”

“Maybe,” you sputter, eyes fluttering close. His hand works towards your thigh, fingernails dragging against the thin skin. “Shoulda let you fuck me sooner.”

Vinícius chuckles, tracing his lips against your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “That’s what I’ve been tellin’ ya.”

“Shoulda listened,” you part your lips and grab his chin, pulling him in against your lips. “I’d consider calling you baby if you fuck me again. Like last night.”

He smiles against your lips, biting on them. “You’re makin’ me hard.”

“Gotta do it harder though, Viní.”

His eyes glisten, liking the challenging tone dripping on your words.

“Yeah?” His eyes travel down your body before meeting yours once again. “Deal.”

[gritocontido]

[inewsrihanna]

Rihanna with football player Vini Jr. 🇧🇷❤️

[rmadridcore]

Jude’s press conference made me furious. it’s disgusting how disrespectful and disgusting the media can be. Jude was literally the only reason England didn’t embarrassingly get knocked out by Slovakia, and yet, they still made him the bad guy, placing all the blame on him to the point of harassing his family members. why do people think it’s okay to turn a single player into a punching bag?

like ok I get it, we can’t do much about brainless Twitter trolls, but the way both the media and the English squad handled this situation was absurd. they completely ignored the fact that Jude was thrown under the bus, despite being one of the main reasons they even reached the finals. And he didn’t even get voted best player by his teammates!!! every day, there were tweets with over 60K likes calling him overrated, arrogant, and etc. he was almost crucified for grabbing his balls, for shouting “who else” (because, honestly, it was him and no one else), and for kicking a box of bottles after losing the Euros final. the whole thing was pathetic.

his whole interview just made me sad because you could see how deeply all of this affected him. it’s unfortunate how players like Jude (Kylian, Vini and so many others) are treated, simply because the internet decides to make them targets.

P.S he handled the press conference perfectly, as usual and “when Real Madrid knock on the door, it shakes the whole house” line ATE SO HARD I FEAR