#joão felix x you

[httpsdana]

hii, can I request #77 and #34 with Joao Felix plsss 😍

Wedding Arrangements~João Fèlix

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

just realized I haven't written for joão in a very long time 🥲

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

34-"I'm marrying an idiot"

77-"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

The wedding was being arranged, the date of it getting closer and closer each day, which only stressed y/n out. However, João was just happy to be marrying his girl.

"João should the flowers be purple or pink?" y/n asked him, looking down at the pictures on her iPad

João looked at her seeing her focused and concerned face. Everytime he looks at her, he feels himself falling in love more and more. He smiled at her, her question hanging in the air as his chin rested on his hand.

"João" she said, finally looking up at him, to see him looking at her like a lovestruck puppy.

João hummed in response, his eyes nevereabing her face. y/n rolled her eyes playfully, looking away to stop a smile from forming on her face.

"are you even listening?" she asked, looking back at him. His smile still wide as he leaned back on the couch.

"sorry sweetheart. you were distracting me." he said shamelessly, his arm resting on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against her shoulder

"I said, should the flowers be pink or purple?" she asked again, this time a small smile on her face. João shrugged, never breaking eye contact.

"as you want. I told you everything is gonna be as you wish for" he said, making her sigh.

"but I want your opinion too. it's our wedding not only mine" she whined, making him chuckle.

"if you're asking for my opinion I would tell you let's get married in a grocery shop" he said playfully, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm marrying an idiot" she murmured, more to herself but João still heard her

"hey! don't call your future husband an idiot" he complained, making her laugh slightly

She let out a sigh, dropping her iPad on the couch and looking up at him.

"I never thought planning a wedding would be this stressful" she mumbled, leaning over to press her face in his chest.

João noticed her tiredness, his hands quickly wrapping around her shoulders. He rested his head on the top of hers, whispering sweet things in her ear.

"the wedding is gonna be amazing. there's still time to plan things out. don't stress out baby" he said in a gentle voice, his fingers tangling in the strands of her hair.

She sighed in his chest, resting her chin against his hard muscles while she looked up at him with a pout. He smiled softly, his eyes lingering more on her face.

"I love you so much. you're literally incredible. I can't believe I'm marrying you" João confessed, making y/n's cheeks turn into the darkest shade of red.

She buried her face back into his chest, mumbling a small 'shut up'

"I love you too" she said, not looking up at him knowing his eyes are gonna make her melt all over again, just like they have been doing since she met him.

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] JOÃO FÉLIX HEADCANONS

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING JOÃO FÉLIX INCLUDES…

supporting him in every team that he’s in

joão inviting you to travel around the world with him

morning cuddles

“morning amor.” joão places his warm arms around your waist

you giggled at the portuguese player, “morning stink.”

taking morning walks with him and his dog, floki

floki chooses you over joão

“aww, floki likes me more than you.”

stealing joão’s clothes, especially his caps and hoodies

“y/n have you seen my gray ⎯” joão asked before he caught you wearing his comfortable gray hoodie.

he’s your gamer boy

you would sit beside him and watch him play on his pc

at times, it hurts your ears to just listen to joão screaming on his mic

“come on, come on,” joão was aggressively pressing his controls of his playstation in hopes of winning, “SIIIUUUUU!”

shopping sprees

he would spend anything for you ⎯ he would pay the maximum as he will buy you the most expensive gifts ever

“what’d you bring me this time?” you observed joão coming back with a bag with the prada logo attached. you thanked him for the gift and in exchange, you gave him a kiss.

“you deserve nice things, anjo.”

dinner dates

he would take you to any restaurant. 5-star? fast food? he will get you the food.

taking you to the beach at least once a month

watching the sunsets at the beach when you two got the time

“it’s like i’m looking at a painting right now. put it on the louvre or something.”

“not if the louvre puts you first, amor.”

he’s basically head over heels for you

[i4bellingham]

BREAKFAST IN BED: joão felix x reader

CONTENT: implied previous sexual intercourse, nothing to explicit, kissing, marking, making out (?), mentions of hickeys, innuendos :P + not proofread (online translated) portuguese so translations might be wrong

NOTE: i feel like shit right now because i literally went about my day without eating anything ☹️ and i was wondering why i felt nauseous and with a head-splitting headache like i’m so stupid

João has a secret.

Well, not really a secret secret but not a lot of people know of it either.

He’s got freckles dusting the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, usually being covered by his tan when he was back home in Portugal or when he spent his break bathing in the Spanish summer. But in the cold London weather and the lack of sun to bathe his skin, his freckles were more prominentㅡ beautifully prominent than ever.

With his head laid on your bare chest, fluffy hair in a mess and shoulders so broad they nearly covered you, you have the perfect spot to see the small brown dots littering all across his shoulders up to his mid waist.

You reach a finger, touching his warm skin underneath the pad of your index before slowly connecting João’s freckles like how you would trace the stars up in the night sky.

Your boyfriend was still sleeping soundless above you, releasing a soft breath of relief here and there when your finger touched the spot on his nape.

You ran your finger from his back freckles to running them through his hair, softly massaging his scalp as he slowly opens his eyes, adjusting from the light that greeted him from his sleep.

“Good morning.” He smiles, reaching down to kiss the skin of your throat.

You rub your palm over his back, prompting him to lay down on you as he enjoys himself of the soft waking moment with you, just like he always does.

“Já é hora do almoço, meu amor.” You tell him. It’s already lunch time, my love.

He lets out a groan, adjusting his head back on his pillows before it's you who he pulls towards him, laying a hand across your stomach as he curls beside you.

“Está com fome?” He pulls the duvet over his chest, draping it over his figure to protect himself from the cold. Are you hungry?

You nod. “A little bit.”

“Should we eat out or just cook? Mas ainda não quero deixar a cama.” He groans and pats his cheeks. “E ainda não recebi os meus beijos matinais.” But I still don’t want to leave the bed though. And I still haven't received my morning kisses.

You jokingly roll his eyes at that, watching his smile widen when you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Just one?” He pouts.

You roll yourself over above him, caging him beneath your rather smaller frame before leaning down to kiss his lips.

João grabs your waist, letting the white sheet fall off your shoulders before disconnecting your lips from each other as he started trailing kisses down your throat, occasionally nipping at your skin and marking the spot that he wasn't able to last night. He connects your forehead together, watching you through lidded eyes as he observes your marked-up skin, purples and reds dotting your chest, throat and neck like his perfect little canvas.

“You know what? My appetite just change, I think I want breakfast in bed right now...”

[purinfelix]

talking shit with joao bc we’ve seen this man gossip on the field i feel like gossiping with him is so fun esp if him and his gf went to and athletic event of some kind and during halftime or before the game starts whenever the jumbotron shows them you just see joao and his gf gossiping (joao would cover readers mouth so lip readers and the internet don’t start shit!) also this is lipgloss joao imagine anon hi! :)

a/n: ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with this idea omg thank u lipgloss anon you never disappoint oml 🙏

Even if it made your head spin a little, you were grateful for how loud the stadium was since it made gossiping with your boyfriend easier. Leaning over to him for what seemed like the thousandth time you whispered a snarky remark in his ear, leaning back with a satisfied smile after seeing him break into a smile.

Sure it might not have been the best thing to be doing at a basketball match you had been specially invited to, but it sure was fun. The screech of a whistle signified the end of the second quarter and you watched as the attention shifted away from the courts. People around you hurried to beat the bathroom lines or to grab a drink, but you and your boyfriend stayed put.

“Look over there,” you hear him chuckle and you did as you were told, eyes landing on a couple clearly in a fight. Your smile only widened when you noticed the two of them wearing different jerseys.

You were in the process of leaning over to offer another comment, but you noticed your boyfriend’s eyes drifting upwards. Regardless you started anyways, before his hand came up, gently bumping the side of your cheek as he shielded it. Looking at your confused expression, he let out a low chuckle as he nodded to the giant screen hovering over the centre of the court.

“All eyes are on us baby, be careful,” looking upwards, you were met with the giant image of the two of you. Trying your best not to look ridiculously guilty at being caught in the act you smiled and gave a shy little wave.

The guilt's effect didn't last long though since the minute the cameras switched to someone else, you returned to whispering to your boyfriend - only this time you were sure to cover your mouth.

[halfwayhearted]

hey beautiful, can i get joão fluff where he comes home from a match and the reader is listening to music and reading and he tries to get the readers attention ??? maybe it’s corny idk. lmk.

Truly Madly Deeply — João Félix.

Pairing: João Félix x Fem!Reader

Summary: He tries his utmost to catch your attention.

Word Count: 630+

Disclaimer/s — Teasing, and fluff, that’s it.

A/N: First João blurb for the only João lover ever, ALLY. HI!

All João wants is to go home and finally see you.

It was a successful match against Noah, with a score of eight to none. Having scored two of those eight, he couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

As were you. Watching the game alone had its perks. You could jump and squeal in the comfort of your own home without anybody telling you to keep it down or, well, shut up. Not that you would’ve. This was big. You were proud of him.

Since then, it’s been quite calm. You had texted him, congratulating him on his goals and telling him to call you whenever he was free. You didn’t want to intrude on his time with his team.

That call never came, not that you minded.

Assuming it was because he was occupied, you spent the last couple of hours sitting on your couch, your AirPods in and a book on your lap.

That was when he’d arrived and was outside. He took out his keys, fumbled with them slightly before slipping one into the keyhole, unlocking the front door, and stepping inside. The brunette hung his bag on the hook, slipped off his shoes, and wearily closed the door behind him.

He caught sight of you instantly, a smile growing on his face as he set his keys down. “I’m home,” he stated, though he received no response.

Blaming it on the fact that he might’ve been too quiet, he repeats himself. To no avail, of course.

You’re probably asleep. You were always falling asleep on the couch, saying, ‘After this chapter!’ Or, ‘I need to finish this episode.’ You’d finish the chapter or the episode, but you’d still fall asleep.

Walking into the kitchen, he opens the fridge and grabs a water. He spins off the lid and takes a sip, then stiffens at the sound of a page being turned.

Oh, hello? You were definitely not asleep.

João says your name once, twice, a third time. Still no answer. Okay, what the hell? Rounding the couch, he flinches only when you do first.

Picking up your phone, you pause your music and slam your book shut. “Oh, my God? What happened to calling to alert me or something!”

“I didn’t—” he’s speechless. “My phone died! You didn’t hear me come in? Make noise? Talk?”

“Well! Obviously not! I have AirPods in, João.”

Now the man is scoffing, his arms flying out in disbelief. “How was I supposed to know?”

That was true. Your boyfriend did have a point.

Not wanting this… argument to continue any longer, you stand up from your seat and smile. “You’re home! I’m so very proud of you.”

“Are we just going to move past—”

Your expression drops. “Hey, hey. Shhhh… let’s talk about your goals! You were amazing today.”

Drop it, right. It’s dropped! Taking a couple of steps toward you, his arms slide over your waist, his hands interlocking with one another, and he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t want to talk about it?” You questioned.

“I do. Just not now. I’m a little tired. I missed you.”

A smile spreads across your lips and you hum softly, “I missed you, too. Why don’t we go to sleep? I was just about to get ready for bed.”

“Please,” he breathes, lifting his head. “I think we should establish a no-AirPod rule from now on.”

“Oh, be quiet. Or, I don’t know, we can establish a not-letting-our-phones-die-so-we’re-unable-to-contact-each-other rule. How about that? I think that’s much better than the rule you’re wanting to make. Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”

Silence. How perfect! “Right, come on, yeah?”

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq + @ar4ujos + of course, @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[taurussbabe]

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆

note: hi guys! i hope you enjoy this sweet little christmas drabble. 🎅 wc: 0,7k

“I’m so excited” You say, slightly jumping up and down

“You could be excited about helping me carry the tree” João says while setting the tree down

“sorry, I’m just so excited” the two of you had moved in together earlier this year, so it was your first time decorating the Christmas tree together and you couldn’t be more excited, you loved Christmas since you were a kid but this year it felt different.

“I know, you wanna start taking out the decorations and I’ll set up the tree” you hummed softly and started to take out all the ornaments you had bought. You heard music started to play in the background and turned around, seeing your boyfriend with his phone in his hand. “that’s my playlist”

“I know you like to hear Christmas songs when you decorate” he said shyly, like it was nothing “oh and hey, there’s something for you in that bag” he pointed while he kept setting up the tree

You opened the bag, revealing a box full of small red and gold ornaments that you had seen in the store weeks ago “you remembered” he shrugged his shoulders and said ‘it was nothing’.

“hey” you pulled his arm for attention “that was so nice, I just mentioned it once, you didn’t need to buy it”

You saw his face drop slightly before he spoke again “you didn’t like it?”

“no, no, hey, I LOVED it, it was perfect and so nice and thoughtful, I loved it and I love you” you waited a bit, just looking in his eyes “so, let’s go set up the tree or not?”

“yeah” he pulled your hand and started to put the lights on the tree, smiling as he watched you sing along the lines of the songs playing the background “ok, do you like the lights like this?”

You took a few steps back and looked at the shiny tree in front of you “yeah, it’s perfect”

“good” he pulled your shoulders closer “I think it’s going to look good” he kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at him and smiled, he was still looking at the tree. He really was perfect, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him as your boyfriend, he was the sweetest, nicest person and you loved to be able give him all the love he deserves.

He finally turned around and noticed you were looking, he looked down and you could see him start to blush. You placed your hand on his chin, forcing him to look at you and pulled him in for a kiss, it was short but sweet. You were going to pull away when you felt his hands around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You broke the kiss when you needed to take a breath and he kissed your temple, your eyes closing and a smile appearing on your face as he did so.

“ok, let’s finish this off, shawl we?” you pointed to the tree.

“yeah”

An hour later you were both staring at the tree trying to see if something was wrong. Suddenly, he squatted and signaled you to climb on his shoulders. “ok, more to the left, please”

“okay, it looks perfect” he took a few steps back, eyeing the tree, you still on his shoulders.

“yeah, it does” you played with his hair before climbing down and hugging him from behind. Your head resting on his arm.

“I got one more decoration you haven’t seen”

“yeah?” you asked but he just turned you around and put a hand over your eyes, guiding you somewhere.

“ok, you can open them now” he took his hand and you looked around, searching for anything before you looked up and realized he had put a mistletoe on your bedroom door “ok, now you have to kiss me” and before you could laugh he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, you weren’t in a rush, just enjoying the moment.

[dehlicia]

i'm not crazy when i say that floki and joão felix are lookalike, i mean, LOOK AT THEM

[the-offside-rule]

João Felix (FCBarcelona) - Fatherhood

Requested: anon wattpad

Prompt: 3) "I'll stay with you as long as you need me to."

14) "It's too early."

'Where João and Y/n jist had a baby and they bring it home but the baby keeps waking up so João goes to help so Y/n can get some sleep.'

Warnings: nada

While it seemed that each and every person I the busy city of Barcelona was asleep on this warm Summer's evening, that was far from the case. Not because of the people awake to get ready for their jobs, or the people on the metro, but because of a tiny newborn baby, screaming down an entire house. Y/n put her hands over her eyes and she listened to her newborn son crying and it didn't seem that he was going to quieten down anytime soon either. "It's too early." She mumbled to herself. Y/n felt the bed move beside her to see João, her boyfriend, sit up and toss their duvet sheet off himself. "Oh no, João. I'll go. You have to training tomorrow-"

"You go back to sleep. I'll take care of him, don't worry." João said, moving the hair from his girlfriend's face and pressing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, before leaving the room and heading into the nursery. He opened the door and looked straight to the crib where his son, Paulo lay crying. "Bom dia, homenzinho." He whispered, leaning over the crib to pick him up. He rocked the child in his arms, shushing and humming, mixed with some reassuring 'tudo bem' the odd time. "Let's go get you some breakfast, homenzinho." João held the baby against his chest and placed a blanket over him to keep Paulo warm.

The pair headed downstairs carefully and into the kitchen to grab some milk. The crying had calmed down to the occasional cough or usual baby noise. João heated the bottle and shook it before he checked if it was cool enough and fed Paulo. João's head fell back in relief to finally have the baby quiet. "Take you time." He chuckled as Paulo drank the bottle quickly, having to stop to take a breath. "I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, homenzinho." He whispered. "I always will."

[joaofelix70]

69 WITH JOÃO FÉLIX | a concept.

author's note: first of all, thank you for reading this and my first story that was boycotted by his ex's fans, lmao (i know joão's flopping here, actually) 💀

many people are not writing for him anymore and that's why i'm doing justice to him, so you're welcome, lol. please, tell me what you think about this work, polite feedbacks are VERY appreciated. i get inspired in the morning and wrote it kinda quickly. really random, but i need to say how obsessed i am with joão being religious, like this gif shows. the way he's crossing himself, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'M CRYING, SOBBING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING HIM TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS FAMILY WITH ME. also, my requests are open. i'm waiting for you to talk to me there <3

warnings: self-explanatory sex position. +18 content. smut, nsfw without context. plus, he's also fingering you here (our dream 😭).

words: 461.

"holy shit, what a good pussy. i missed it, princesa (princess). i missed you!" his fingerprints wrap in your midst of the hot, overflowing fountain: causing an insatiable thirst, to which no other substance would be able to succumb.

"i always need you so badly, gatinho (handsome). i fucking belong to you!" your whimpers exude despair in the name of pleasure, making joão laugh and his ego to inflate.

"of course you do! all this shit, all this is only mine. fuck, i'm such a lucky guy." your walls tighten and compress his beautiful bones, sending sinful sensations to his area of hardness and dampness. then, you're empty. his tongue curls around his fingers, appetizing you.

"so fucking delicious!" wet kisses are deposited on your neck and boobs: delighting his face on each, vehemently sucking and biting them.

"use my body to show it, joão. i'm yours!" your hands involve around the structure of his cock, lips swallowing the resplendent pre-cum from the head and witnessing it run down your chin. stroking and tasting the testicles, you lift your mouth and enter every inch of it into your throat, scratching his toned tights. your hair is pulled by félix and your head guided to have him deeper, completely.

"yeah! just like that! be the good and grateful girl that you are. i'm so proud of you, princesa." joão's destabilized, moaning in portuguese, echoing your name with his beautiful accent, while eyes are closed. however, he doesn't stop. his saliva spread throughout the shape of your torso, hickeys pigmenting the place below where you're most begging to be touched. his mouth explores your intimacy, painting formats and drawings, like you're his work of art: his nose rubbing your clit and offering continual instigations, the tip of his tongue persistently granting the beg leave in the entrance. so he persists, controlling your greedy movements against his face: firm pressure on your waist.

"let me know when you're close, ok? wanna take care of you!" félix grabs your ass, flattening and reddening your skin. tears are shed over your flushed face, your voice weakened after so many verbal liberations. you hold his dilating dick and slap it on your cheek, teasing it through licks and your light, sensitive touch.

"tell me how much you love me, gatinho. i deserve this for being your good girl who is about to cum on your face." you testify his acts getting intensified: ecstasy, along with sexual spasms, protruding from joão. his head goes back and, at this point, he's worshiping you. you're his religion.

"i fucking love you, y/n. gonna cum in your precious mouth and throat!"

"that's my man who i fucking love! please, come for me and i'll do the same for you!"

[julianalvarez9]

one nail drives out another / joão félix

summary: it had all started as a mutual favour: you weren't over your ex, and neither was he. but the old saying one nail drives out another proves to be true. author's note: had this in the drafts for too long and just needed to get it out, even if i just couldn't finish it in a way that i liked :( hope it's still good tho.

warnings: smut with a plot. wc: 2.2k words

the deal was simple: he calls you when he feels alone, and you do too.

in reality, it's simpler to say that you call him to avoid calling your ex. this is what you said to yourself every time: it was for a good cause, really. anything to help you avoid the man who broke your heart several times. 

joão was one hundred percent better than that man could ever be, and you knew it was safer: at least, he wouldn’t break your heart. above every single adjective he could be described with, he was kind. and after knowing him for such a long time, you also were aware of how hard it was for him to let his past relationship go, no matter if he knew it wasn’t good for him, no matter how much she actually hurt him. he was in the same situation as you: heartbroken and on the verge of falling, again.

the kiss was heated, tongues meeting and battling each other for dominance, while letting you taste him. you still could feel the vodka on his lips, intoxicating, although you doubted if what was making your brain go into overdrive was the alcohol, or joao’s ragged breath. “i need to stop thinking about her for a second,” he pleaded, warm brown eyes normally turning a shade darker. he continued the trail of kisses, messy and wet over your neck. “please, help me”.

tonight, it was your turn to call joão.

you were about to call your ex, again, for the second time after six months, until you thought otherwise. it wasn't rocket science to understand that you were feeling alone. the flat in which you lived in now was the same one you once shared with your ex boyfriend, and sometimes, no matter how many hours you try to spend out of the four walls, you can't forget what happened. how it all went wrong, so suddenly. the doubts start to creep in when the sun sets, and you start doubting whether it maybe was your fault, after all. surely, nothing you could have ever done could excuse his cheating, but why weren't you enough?

[12:11] you said: are you awake?

[12:11] joão said: yeah

[12:11] joão said: i was just about to text you

[12:12] you said: mind if i come to your house?

[12:12] joão said: it would be my pleasure

it's been a few weeks since you've seen him, with the international break getting him away from you and his schedule just being crazy in general. and even though you were thankful for it, as a way of getting your feelings on check, you also found yourself missing him. which made everything worse. after almost four months, he knew you like the back of his hand. knew how to rile you, how to touch you, what you liked. you craved him in a way no other guy would fulfill. 

you had tried it.

you barely make it through the door before joao's planting his lips on yours fiercely. it's been too long, he thinks, while sinking his fingers hard onto your hips and backing you onto the main door, hard.

"you don't know how much i missed this," he says, and the warmth starts to seep into your bones, not only where you would expect it to when a pretty boy like him has his hands on you. the effect he has on you it's incredible, and you can only moan in response, legs almost giving up when he sinks a bit to grab the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. you've got your legs clamped around his waist while he gets both of you into his bedroom.

he lays you onto the bed carefully, with him on top of you while the heavy makeout session continues. his hands roam your entire figure like he has forgotten the trace and wants to remember it. as if he could ever forget, he thinks to himself, before focusing right back into your taste. "do something, joão," you beg, your hands going to the top of his head and slightly tugging on his hair when he starts to trail down his kisses, wet lips tasting all the exposed skin he has available, before growing impatient and pulling the end of your shirt softly. although he's desperate to taste you, he remains calm, helping you take the clothes off before he proceeds to do the same.

he cups your heat through your underwear, and your hips bucked instinctively against his hand. he smirks, the little devil, when he feels how wet you are for him, even though your core remains clothed. you know it's been too long, and you're chasing this fix like he was the most addictive drug. "you're so wet, princesa, so needy. is this all for me?".

he wants to edge you, he wants to make you beg for him, but who's he kidding? joao's almost as desperate as you, not even being able to take off your undergarments fully, and instead, moving it to the side. he slides two fingers inside of you at once, your slick coating his fingers instantly as he feels you clenching around his digits. soon enough you're almost there and he notices, instead taking your fingers off your entrance and savoring your taste in his mouth, humming contently. he wants to feel you tightening around his length instead of his hand, and he hurries to extend the condom over his hard on.

your lips part when you feel his tip at your entrance, right where you need him most, and your fingers grab onto whatever skin he has close to you to remain grounded. his biceps are the ones suffering the attack of your nails on them, pleading him silently to, finally, make his way into you. he's slow at first, with you so tight after a few weeks apart from each other, and his eyes flutter shut, trying to maintain his composure until he bottoms out. you can't even think straight at this point, small whimpers leaving your mouth pleading him to move. joao finds the rhythm that has you moaning his name nonstop soon enough, like he always does, and you grab him by the nape of his neck to get him to kiss you and swallow your desperate noises.

“i won’t last long,” you warn, voice barely audible while your back arches away from the bed, creating a gap from the mattress. “go ahead,” joao encourages, keeping the pace that is driving you mad, and soon enough, you come undone under him. he helps you ride out your high, and thanks to how you’re clenching around him, he lets go too, not long after you. 

the air is tense once the moment has seemingly broken, both your staggered breaths, the only sounds heard through the four walls. joao knows he has to say something about the elephant in the room, but still, he doesn’t know how. you’re the first one to move, not sparing him a glance as you start to collect your things to leave, wanting to avoid the question repeating in your head. what the fuck are we?

"why do you never stay over?" he asks instead, resting his back over the bed frame. his hands pillowed under his head in a relaxed gesture, but he’s anything but calm while the question floats in the air. 

"what?" you call, not having heard his ask: you were too busy trying to find your underwear to pay attention to what the portuguese was saying. still, he continued. "it's like you run away from me every time,” he says, frowning at the thought. 

once he realizes that he won't be having an answer until you find what you're looking for, he focuses on your surroundings, scanning the poorly lit room until he finds your undergarments. they're dropped by his side of the bed, serving as a reminder of what had occurred between you two not too long ago. 

joão hooks the piece of lace cloth on his fingers, catching your attention, before you go and take them from him, slipping them on almost effortlessly. “is there a problem with me?".

now, with you not completely naked, you can answer him, although still refusing to dive into his warm brown eyes. "absolutely not”.

“and here you are, running away,” he laughs bitterly while getting up from the bed to grab his shirt. god bless, you think. the mere sight of him, laying on his bed, in just his black calvins was almost enough to get you back on the bed. but you can’t, you remind yourself. 

“i thought it was what you wanted, no?” you counteract. it’s like joao doesn't remember the talk you had before it all began. “part of the no feelings attached thing you talked about," you remind him, and he huffs annoyed, before going back to being seated on the edge of the bed, back towards you. 

you can see the marks your fingernails made on his tanned skin, still red from your doings. you’re tempted to bring it to his attention, maybe to avoid his teammates catching them tomorrow morning when he has to go back to training, but the words die on your throat.

he mutters lowly, gripping his hair like he’s about to pull some strands off. "you don't think we fucked it up already?”.

"what are you talking about?".

of course you know what he’s talking about. the deal made it clear that it was just sex: but you were friends first and foremost, and you couldn’t avoid your friend group, which you shared with him. you couldn’t avoid the questions they asked. who has you smiling so big lately, y/n? are you seeing anyone? no, of course not. i can present to you a friend, then. 

the mere thought of you with someone else made joao see red, and that's how he noticed something had changed, and that he had to do something about it before what he feared became a reality. he initially had said he had enough of relationships, and just didn't want the complications it brought. and after what he went through, it was safe to say his trust issues were at their worst. just like yours. that's why it was such a good deal at first: to get the benefits of a relationship without the problems of actually keeping one. 

“i missed you while i was away,” he begins, and your stomach turns when you hear what he has to say next. “you don’t see a problem?”. you want to say that you missed him too, but the question leaves you feeling uneasy. of course it’s a problem for him, you think. he has grown attached, like you have, but doesn’t want any of it.

“good thing that i’m leaving then, no?”.

joao's quick to stand on his feet and go over to where you are, almost turning the knob and exiting his bedroom. “stay. please," he begs, hand softly grazing your wrist to avoid you getting away from him. at this point, you're confused and hurt enough to start regretting even getting here in the first place. “you’re not making sense right now, you know, right? saying that this is a problem and then asking me to stay the night”.

 through your years being friends, you realized that joao wasn’t the best one at explaining his emotions with words. maybe, because the words weren’t truly his -having to find the words, in a language that wasn’t your own, sure made things more difficult than they needed to be-. "you and i not being together is the problem", he gets to say, almost like a last resource to get you looking at him again. "what about what you said before? that you're not ready for another relationship?".

it work in his favour, because the sentence previously muttered by joao as you turn to face him again. you’re looking into his eyes now, trying to find even an ounce of doubt that would make you leave again. you didn’t want to force him into being with you: you knew the risks when you accepted this fucking deal. you didn’t want him to feel trapped into a relationship he had never intended to start.

"i guess i'm ready when it's you,” joao smiles, softly caressing the skin of your cheek with his thumb. you feel yourself melt under him, his sweet touch and his thoughtful words. “i know you're not her. and i'm not him. but i get it if you-".

the kiss is needy, again, like it had been when you first arrived, but this time you are the one to initiate it. your hand found its way into his hair, and you pulled him impossible closer, hoping that this would clear up all his doubts without you having to say anything. of course you knew he wasn’t him. you had never dared to make the comparison, not even for a second. once the kiss is over, you rest your forehead against his, before softly whispering onto his lips. “we can take it slow. i just need you, nothing else”.

“whatever you need, princesa”.

[httpsdana]

Hii! So I've been stalking your profile for quite a while now🙌🙌 and I wanted to make a request with joao felix (prompts 1, 51, 127 and 147) in which they're best friends but like crushing in each other, until one day he sees her with a guy she got partnered with to make a project and starts being clingy and possessive, thank youuu💕💕

Bestie~João Fèlix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

1-"is that my t-shirt?"

127-"Am I… your lock screen?” “You…weren’t supposed to see that.”

147-“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine.”

João and y/n have been best friends for years, but lately, there's been a shift. The familiar comfort they've always shared is starting to feel charged with something more—small glances that linger, touches that seem to spark, and casual teasing that seems to hide something deeper. Neither of them has acknowledged it, though, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

The change becomes especially noticeable when y/n got paired up with a guy from her class for a big project. João tries to play it cool, but he starts showing up at her place more often. Every time he catches her talking about her project partner, she notices his brow twitching, his gaze sharpening.

One afternoon, she was running late for a study session with her partner when Joao knocks at her door. He walks in like he owns the place, wearing a casual smile as he sits down on her couch. y/n throws on a t-shirt she found on her bed,not realizing it was his shirt, before grabbing her bag, not thinking much of it until she notices his eyes following her.

“Is that my t-shirt?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh…yeah,” she admitted, tugging at the hem. The shirt is just a little too big, hanging comfortably around her shoulders. “I guess it is.”

“Right,” he murmurs, crossing his arms as his eyes linger on her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Not anymore, though.”

You pause, taken aback by the edge in his voice. He stands up and grabs his keys, muttering that he’ll drive her to meet her partner. As they both head out, he seems quieter, his jaw set in a way that makes her wonder if something’s on his mind.

As her project goes on, Joao’s visits become a routine. He drops by at random times, sitting next to her and her partner with a watchful, almost possessive look. One day, he even brings coffee for her, his hand lingering on hers a second too long as he hands her the cup.

“João,” she says one day, looking at him skeptically as he settles in beside her again, glancing warily at her partner.

“What?” he asks, acting all innocent.

“You’re here a lot lately. Don’t you have practice or something?” she teased, but there’s an underlying curiosity in her voice.

He shrugs, leaning back with a smirk. “Just making sure you don’t get too distracted, you know? Can’t let my best friend forget about me.”

“Forget about you?” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Impossible.”

He grins, but there’s something softer, almost vulnerable in his gaze. He watches her for a second, as if he wants to say something else, but the words stay unspoken.

A few days later, Joao has an away game and won’t be around, so y/n finally spend the day at the library with her partner. Just as she's finishing up, her phone buzzes. It’s João, calling from God knows where, his name lighting up her screen. She answers the call, already smiling.

“Hey! How’s the game prep going?” she asks, hearing the noise of the locker room in the background.

“It’s… going,” he replies, but there’s something off in his tone, as if he’s distracted.

“whats wrong?." she asks, sensing something wrong

He sighs, and she hears the faint rustling of him moving away from the noise. "you were with your project partner today?” he asks, trying to keep his voice light but failing.

“Yes, João,” she chuckled, amused at his unusual tension. “It’s just a project, you know that.”

“Right,” he mutters, sounding almost annoyed. “Well, don’t get too used to his company, okay?”

y/n laughwd, brushing it off, but it leaves her with a strange feeling. It’s unlike him to sound this possessive, and for the first time, she started wondering if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way she does.

A few days later, Joao is finally back, and y/n was still working on the project in the library when he texts, asking to hang out. She decides to meet at her place after her session. When she walks in, he’s already lounging on her couch, casually scrolling through his phone.

She kicks off her shoes, plopping down beside him with a grin. “Long time no see, stranger.”

Joao barely glances at her, his eyes glued to his phone.

"I'll get you a cup of water" he mumbled, turning his phone off and dropping it on the couch, getting up to leave to the kitchen.

Just as she's about to say something, she catches a glimpse of his screen lighting up with a notification. But what catches her eye is the lock screen—it’s a picture of her, laughing, eyes sparkling in the sun.

When João comes back with the cup of water, she can't help but ask.

“Am I… your lock screen?” she asked, stunned, trying to process what she just saw.

Joao freezes, quickly flipping his phone, his cheeks burning a deep shade of red. He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You…weren’t supposed to see that.”

A slow smile spreads across her face as she takes in his reaction. “Is there something you’re not telling me, João?”

He looks away, clearly flustered. “I just… like the picture, okay? It’s a good photo.”

“Uh-huh,” she replies, eyes gleaming. “So… you’re telling me you don’t have a tiny, little crush?”

He sighs, shaking his head, but he’s smiling now, the tension easing. “If I said I did… would that be a bad thing?”

y/n is silent for a moment, her heart racing, before she takes a deep breath. “No… it wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Joao’s gaze softens, and before either of them can say anything else, he leans in, brushing his lips softly against hers. The kiss is hesitant at first, both of them unsure, but it quickly deepens as they lose themselves in the moment, years of unspoken feelings finally surfacing.

When they pull back, they're both smiling, slightly breathless.

“So, about that project partner…” he says, trying to keep his voice light, but there’s a hint of seriousness there.

y/n laughs slightly, rolling her eyes. “Oh, so you are jealous.”

He grins, shrugging. “I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine.”

There’s no teasing in his voice now, just a sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. y/n leans in, resting her head on his shoulder, fingers intertwining with his.

“Yes, Joao,” she mumbled, smiling up at him. “I’m yours.”

[i-care-4u]

instagram au with joao felix 🙏

off the market ✹ joão félix

INSTAGRAM AU

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

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[i4bellingham]

wrap me in your arms : joão felix x reader

synopsis: in which you're cold, and joão is the best human heater you can possibly have. or in another words, you're cold and you just want hugs... and warmth.

content: (probably) incorrect portuguese translation, fluff fluff x3000, self-projecting because i get easily cold a lot and i need one joão felix to warm me up with his hugs

notes: heya how's everybody doing? here's a tooth-rotting fluff for y'all after the angst in jude’s (which i tremendously apologize for btw) had a little bit of time off from college so what's better more for me to do than to make up for the little updates right? lol i love y'all <3 have a great day beautiful beautiful people mwuah <33

You like winter. You like the snow. But you're not exactly fond of the crippling cold that pricks at your skin, inducing goosebumps to form all over your body and neither was the need to wear a bundle of multiple-layered clothes because of the weather.

But still, for the sake of missing your boyfriend because of his travels, you complied with the preposition of a date night walk in the city.

First, because it's cute as hell. Second, because João loves late night walks as much as you do. And third, because your boyfriend is a big sap and a romantic cliche at heart and you find his enthusiasm of asking you adorable, very much so that you're willing to freeze the tips of your fingers and nearly suffocate yourself in the layers of clothing piled on your body.

But it's all worth it you think, as you watch with wide-eyed gaze the way João’s lips pulled into a gleeful smile as he walked alongside you, telling you about how his recent trip went all the while he's holding you against him in the cold london night weather.

He pulls you in a busy street, an arm immediately going over your shoulders as he guides the both of you to who knows where. He’s now sharing a story about how him and Enzo nearly got kicked out of a store because of a mishap, pairing his story time and his accented voice with a few air quotations as you listened earnestly, occasionally retorting here and there when a part of his story calls for it before focusing on the way his accent goes prominent when he's sharing something amusing or something that excites him.

The both of you continue your walk, leaving the bustling london streets and into a more calm park with a few people roaming around.

The arm he had around you left your shoulders before he's grasping your glove-less hands, feeling the coldness seeping through your skin and almost jolting him from how frigid your palms had probably been since leaving the house.

“You’re freezing.” He points out, stopping himself from walking before he stands in front of you.

You playfully shake your head in feigned innocent. “Not really, no.”

João shoots you an unamused look, as if indirectly telling you that your reply wasn't funny. It wasn't funny for him, not if you're actually suffering from the cold because your dumb ass forgot to bring their gloves out for the walk.

“Seriamente bebé...” Seriously baby.

He takes your cold palms raising it to level with his lips before he's blowing hot air on your skin and massaging your palms softly to accompany the improvised heating machine.

“I’m fine love, you don’t have to worry about me.” You try to tell him, only to be shut up when he jokingly glares at you.

“Your hands are gonna fall off at this point and you're asking me not to worry?”

“That is an exaggeration but yes, a little cold won't hurt me.”

“A little cold can easily give you fever you silly girl.” He chides as he places your palms over his oddly warm cheeks. “Você se sente melhor??” Does it feel better?

“Yes, but I think it would feel a lot more better if I also get hugs?” You tease.

João playfully rolls his eyes at your antics but he immediately wraps both arms around you nonetheless. He instructs you to wrap your arms around his waist on the inside of his coat before he's tucking you snug and warm underneath his chin, softly blowing hot air on your forehead.

“Feels better now?”

You nod against him, feel the tightening of his embrace around you before he's kissing your forehead, muttering a soft ‘good’ on your hairline and planting another one last kiss on your cheeks for a good measure.

[purinfelix]

this is similar to one of your gavi blurbs but i feel like joao felix would have a million of your lip products around him and he doesn’t mind it one bit it’s in his car, room, bathroom all over his house and fans would catch on when they take pictures with him in his car and they just notice a pink lip gloss in his cup holder or on the passenger seat of his car

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a/n: omfg this is such a cute idea anon !!! ur mind <333

"Oh my gosh," your boyfriend whipped his head around at your gasp, "look at this."

You turned your phone to show him a recent post of him driving to and from training that morning, and his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what exactly you were showing him. It wasn't until the video paused and zoomed into the cupholders of his car that he got it.

"Those are yours!" he laughed, nodding to the several lip glosses the video pointed out.

"Well, no duh of course they're mine," you sighed, "I totally forgot to take them out the last time you dropped me off!" You were surprised he wasn't as worried about this as you were, considering that your relationship wasn't yet public.

"Don't worry about it baby, let them theorise, it's fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. A silence filled the room as he sunk down onto your bed beside you, noticing the worry still remaining on your face. "If you're that worried about it, we'll just have to remember to take them out next time, hm?"

You knew you were being slightly ridiculous but his soft tone and hand moving to intertwine with yours brought a level of comfort that settled your nerves. Nodding, you gave him a soft smile.

"To be honest, I'm surprised it took them this long to spot one, I swear you leave those things everywhere," your boyfriend sighed snarkily, earning a punch in the arm from you.

[corriganatheart]

When will you publish the next part of if he was mine can’t wait so excited

if he was MINE Pt. II/ João Félix x reader

Synopsis: You’re secretly in love with your best friend, who is in a toxic relationship.

Pairings: João Félix x fem!reader x Mbappé

Genre: One sided romance, and love triangle.

1 month after the World Cup

“Bro, come here. I need to spill something,” Achraf Hakimi says as soon as his best friend, Kylian Mbappé, enters the locker room. His other teammates, who pay no attention to the duo, were too busy talking and preparing for practice to care. It has also become customary for Hakimi to tell Mbappé the latest gossip, and most of the time, it is useless, so no one really cares about his “teas.” “If this is about babysitting your kids so you can have some quiet time with your wife, I reject,” Mbappé says immediately, knowing his best friend's motives. “No, you asshole, this one is even juicier,” Hakimi says and pulls his friend's arm before anyone can hear. Glaring at Neymar, who was curiously staring at the duo, Hakimi leaned into Mbappé’s ear, “Y/N has requested I give you her number,” he said while wiggling his eyebrows. Mbappé surprisedly yelped back, but he was grinning. “Seriously? Then what are you waiting for?” Mbappé excitedly says and shoves his phone to his friend. The others saw a shift in Mbappé’s mood and looked at each other, wondering what the gossip was about this time. “Do you know why they're not friends anymore?” Mbappé asked. Hakimi looks around the locker room and leans in, “they got into an argument about Magui again, and he’s back with her.” Mbappé stares at his friend in disbelief, it has been a almost a month since the drama started, and there were rumors that João has finally moved on, but now he’s potentially back with her. That can’t be good.

“What the heck are you guys talking about this time?” Neymar asked while approaching the duos, Messi following behind. “Oh, you know, the usual,” Hakimi sassily said, causing Neymar to roll his eyes. “You need us to babysit your kids again so you can get laid?” Hakimi angrily throws a water bottle at Neymar, causing everyone to laugh. “You guys are the worst kind of teammates!” Shrugging, Neymar waits for Mbappé to answer his previous question, but the man just shrugs. “You’ll know it later. It’s a surprise.”

1 week later

Breaking news: João Félix's best friend Y/N, who was once caught up in cheating allegations with him, has moved on. She was caught dining with PSG star Kylian Mbappé and was seen leaving the restaurant together, holding hands. Mbappé, best friend of teammate Hakimi, was seen cheering when Morocco beat Portugal in the quarter-final. Could Mbappé hang out with Y/N to add more fuel, or could this actually be a true romance?

2 minutes later

The Golden Boy: I can’t believe you would do something like that to spite me. I have been trying to talk to you for a month, and you pull this shit. Now my name is brought into the drama because you’re known as João Félix's best friend; leave me out of this drama. Good luck fucking that womanizer.

Incoming call from Kylian

“Hey,” you said, leaning up against your bed.

“Tired yet, bèbè?” He asked, and you could hear video games being played behind him and a couple of his friends snickering and teasing him in French.

“No. I saw the articles; I didn’t expect them to come out so soon,” you shrugged. Mbappé laughs, “that’s how fast the paparazzi are. Sometimes they know shit that even I didn’t know about myself.”

You smile and hear the background noise finally getting quieter, meaning he’s now in a secluded area. “I had fun tonight,” he says, causing you to smile. “Same; thanks for dinner.” Mbappé hums, and you hear him sigh a relief. “Look, I mean what I said about being interested in you, but I get it your feelings aren’t going to go right away. And I would be up for this relationship,” he says. You stay quiet and think about the potential of harming Kylian and João’s feelings. During the dinner, you talked about what happened because Hakimi had spilled the tea. And Mbappé understood that you’re doing this to get over João and make him jealous. At first, he was disappointed, but he likes you, so he volunteered to fake date you. “That’s going to be a lot of drama, you know. I don’t want you to be harassed for it.” Kylian didn’t say anything for a quick minute, but then he cleared his throat. “As embarrassing as it is to admit this, dating you would also clear up rumors about my sexuality. People have been saying weird shit that I’m into men, but let me tell you, I’m really into sleeping with Women.” You laughed because you’ve seen TikTok’s being made about that, and you wouldn’t even care if he was or wasn’t. But you had an idea that he’s pretty straight because so many women have complimented his style in the bedroom.

“You can always back up whenever you want,” you said. “I don’t want you going into something that will potentially harm your reputation.” Mbappé shrugs, obviously finding no harm in faking a relationship with you. “Same goes for you. If you feel like you’re falling for my charms, feel free to back out,” he teases. You laughed and thought of all the possible consequences that could happen. Mbappé is said to be a womanizer, but he has not made a move on you like you thought he would, but he is a flirt. If anything, people would assume you guys are just casual and wouldn’t be surprised it didn’t last. On the other hand, your friendship with João might never be the same. He was already upset that you were photographed with Mbappé, so imagine if you confirmed your relationship with him, you might never be best friends again. “Hey, ima let you get some sleep,” Mbappé says softly. You smile because his voice is just so charming, and if your heart didn’t belong to someone else, you would’ve folded immediately. “Thanks, Kylian, goodnight.”

Breaking News: João Félix and Magui Corceiro confirms to be back together. The duo took a short break after a cheating scandal but seemed happier than ever from the Instagram pictures that Magui posted.

Kylian: Fly out to watch us Saturday? 🥺

You: N meet your nosy ass friends? Lol

Kylian: you are bound to meet my circle anyways😏 we are dating remember?

You: “dating” I suppose I should be supporting my “bf”🤔

Kylian: awe you hurt my feelings with those quotation marks 😓 I got a t shirt for you btw🥰

You: 😲 is it Neymar’s?

Kylian: fuck no! you’re wearing my name

You: jk😝 ig I’ll see you Saturday then!

Kylian: okay bébé🙌🏼 I’ll book you a plane ticket, and you’re staying at my place. 😌

You: why the heck would I do that? 🫥

Kylian: because I am ur man. And besides it’s safer for you to stay with me. 😇

You: fine. but no funny business👀

Kylian: what funny business?🤔

You: don’t act all innocent Kylian.

Kylian: ahhh😱 Y/N! I am a child of god🙏🏻🛐. Why would you think I’ll do such a thing?😤

You: 😑…….🙄

Kylian: hahahahha promise no funny business. Unless you of course ask. I am a gentlemen, I would never say no to a lady😶

Kylian: hello???

Kylian: bébé come back!!

Kylian: alright fine ig u do have a life. See you Saturday love❤️

“Can you believe it?” Magui asked while zooming into the news article of Mbappé following you on Instagram. “They might actually be dating.”

João stares at what his girlfriend is referring to and immediately looks away when the photo of you and Mbappé holding hands appears again. Ever since you guys basically ended your friendship, he hasn’t been the same. Every day and night, he would think about what you said and the possibility of you being together. All these years, you’ve hidden those feelings, and looking back, it was pretty fucking obvious that you are in love with him.

João groans and lies back on the couch as his notification goes off. Ever since Magui posted the photo without his permission, he has been getting text and hate comments. Everyone thinks he’s a sore loser for getting back with his ex, but even he didn’t know they were back together until he woke up in bed with her. Last week when he finally decided to give up on speaking to you, he went out and drank with his friends without knowing that it was a setup and Magui was there. Everyone ended up taking shots, and the next thing he knew, he was in bed with Magui doing everything he could to get you out of his mind.

You were his best friend, everything he ever wanted in a friend. But the idea of dating you never crossed his mind because he did not want to lose you. João knew he was always attracted to you, but he shoved the thought deep inside his heart because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship. If he had known that you liked him for a while, maybe things would’ve been different; perhaps he would’ve considered it. But then he met Magui, and she became his world. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend, but he still needed you. There were so many arguments in his relationship about you, but he couldn’t choose just one because you’re his best friend and she was his dream girl. But since you left him, his feelings have been very complicated, and he wasn’t sure. He has missed you more than ever, and even the idea of being with his dream girl wasn’t enough. He needed you, but he didn’t know how to tell you without hurting everyone else.

“Babe, I’m talking to you,” Magui whines, frustrated that her boyfriend has been drifting off lately. “Sorry, what did you say?” João asked. Magui frowns and rolls her eyes, “I asked if you knew she’s been sleeping with Kylian?” João just stared at her, wondering where she got the idea of you sleeping with Mbappé. He knew you were friends with Hakimi, but you’ve never mentioned it to him about Mbappé, and you tell him everything. “She’s not like that, so it has to be serious,” João says bluntly, the thought leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “Oh please, do you think Kylian Mbappé would want a girl like her?” Magui asked with disgust. João narrows his eyes, not liking how she is talking about you. “A girl like her?” João asked for clarification. “Yeah, you know, hoeing around footballers to be relevant,” Magui shrugs. João sits up and glares at his girlfriend, “like what you did when you were with me?” This causes Magui and himself to be shocked because he has never mentioned their past. When João forgives, he let go of the pain, because he doesn’t want confrontation, but he has had enough of her treating him like trash. “Honestly, I don’t fucking know why you cheated on me so many times. The idea never occurred to me once, and the fact that you did it so many times only shows how little you care about me and this relationship.” João aggressively stands up and grabs his jacket and car key. He then starts heading to the door, but Magui wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him. “You know how much I struggled because you keep having her around. Things will change because she’s not here anymore. You only need me. It’s me, you need and want. I love you so much, João; no one else but you.”

These were the words he had always wanted to hear from her. She was everything he wanted, but being treated like shit can only reach a specific limit, and he has reached it. But before he let her go forever, he needed to confirm something. João turns around, and without warning, he presses his lips on Magui’s. She accepted it with a moan, mouth savoring the way he lusted for her. She holds on to his t-shirt and starts backing up to the couch, wanting to dominate him. João let her, and the next thing she knew, he was on top of her, looking down at her, anger and confusion written all over his eyes. “You taste like shit. You don’t taste like the girl I fell in love with. I deserve better than you. Go find someone else to be your puppet because I am done,” he says disgustingly. She whimpers, but he doesn’t care; he gets off her and starts walking away, never looking back.

Saturday: PSG vs. Borussia Dortmund

Hakimi: Fuck you for not telling me that you were coming.

Y/N: Hello to you too. And it was a last min decision lol.

Hakimi: whatever. Anything happened last night at Kylian’s house? 😉

Y/N: no you sinful child. we slept like a baby.

Hakimi: whatever😒 anyways party at my place after the game.

Y/N: bruh u confident asf

Hakimi: bitch if I lose I’m not going to eat ice cream and cry. I’ll just party and drink in misery 🥳

Y/N: damn are you always this pleasant before your games?

Hakimi: my bad😬 I haven’t been laid for two weeks, so I’m in a pissing mood.

Y/N: I can tell. Since I’m in town, I’ll just babysit so you can have ur date night.

Hakimi: Fr? Awe you’re the best! I’ll make sure to dedicate a goal to u😉

Y/N: yeah whatever. Goodluck!

You join Hiba and her two sons in the VIP section. They’re sporting Hakimi’s number as you wear Mbappé’s t-shirt. Hiba had told you that Hakimi had told everyone you’re here to cheer for Mbappé, and the whole team has been teasing him. You’re sure they probably asked about João too and wondered if you guys are still friends. If anything, this was entertaining to them because Mbappé has never publicly brought a “girlfriend” around them.

“Look, it’s Jude Bellingham’s wife and their two twins!” Hiba said excitedly as she pointed at a really attractive lady with two adorable children. “Wow, they’re so cute,” you said in awe as you watched the little girl jump up and down, wearing her father’s shirt. The boy stood there like an adult with his head high, and he looked just like Bellingham. “They’re young, but they seem to be happy and have the perfect family,” Hiba says with a huge smile. “It doesn’t matter when you find the right person.” You mumbled. You then look at Jude Bellingham, who is staring at his wife and kids in awe. He looked so in love, and you hope one day, you’ll find someone that looks at you like you’re the most perfect thing in the world. (Reference to Jude Bellingham x reader “If I Should Stay”).

As you admire how Jude Bellingham looks at his wife and kids, you think of the chances you could have if you let go of this ridiculous feeling for João. Maybe you’ll find someone who loves and looks at you similarly. Maybe your Mr. Right is waiting for you while you chase after a guy that doesn’t want you. You smile sadly, and then your eyes drift to the PSG side to see Mbappé staring up at you. His eyes smile at you, and his mouth curves upward when you make eye contact. Your stomach twists, and your face heats up from his stare. You awkwardly wave, and he places four fingers on his lips and sends them your way. The crowd starts going wild, and you’re left stunned as Mbappé smirks and walks away.

Your phone was going off wildly as the news made it around that you’re attending PSG’s game and are supporting Mbappé. Everyone has concluded that you two made it official because, on his first goal, he dedicated it to you by sending a heart your way after he scored. The crowd obviously went wild, and people were telling one another the news, and you’re now labeled as Kylian Mbappé’s girlfriend. Even though this is fake, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. He was flirtatious and knew what he was doing. It almost felt real, and for a moment, you forgot the purpose of faking a relationship with him.

“You know he’s down bad for you, right?” Hiba asked while staring at you. You awkwardly chuckle and shake your head, “it’s nothing that serious,” you mumble. Hiba smiles and looks back at the field. “I have known Kylian for years, and he has never brought a woman around us. If he is showing you off for the world to see, it’s obvious he wants you and wants to tell everybody to back off.” You stare at Mbappé, dumbfounded about what Hiba just said. You’ve known the man briefly, but you realize he has known you for years because of Hakimi. Everything Hakimi knows about you has been passed on to Mbappé, who later took an interest in you. For someone whose always hyper and happy, he is one of the most mysterious people you’ve ever met. From pursuing you secretly to fake dating you, he has a side of him you don’t know but want to know.

“You enjoyed the game, bébé?” He asked as soon as you entered the PSG waiting room. “Yeah, it was good. Congratulations,” you said and hugged him. He gladly accepted it, causing his friends to snicker and whistle in the back. “Kylian, you going to introduce?” Neymar asked with a smirk. Mbappé glares at him, “this is my girl, Y/N.” Your face once again heats up from the sound of that. “Cute name for a pretty girl,” Neymar says and shakes your hand. “Mbappé’s a lucky guy.” You giggle, causing Mbappé to glare at you and Neymar; it was pretty cute seeing him jealous. “That’s enough,” Mbappé warns, causing Neymar to shrug and back off. “Oh, come on, be mature,” Neymar says while rolling his eyes. Ignoring Neymar’s comment, Mbappé quickly grabs his stuff, along with his car key. “Let’s go. I got some plans for us.”

“You assholes, don’t forget about the after-party!” Hakimi calls after you and Mbappé as you guys rush out of the room. “Use protection!” You heard someone else shout, causing Mbappé to laugh and you to blush. Like expected, a couple of paparazzi were already waiting outside to catch a glimpse of you and Mbappé. Mbappé and a couple of his security guided you to his car; many people were already snapping photos and screaming their questions.

Y/N how do you feel about João Félix and Magui getting back together?

When did you and Mbappé meet?

Are you guys official?

How do you feel about João Félix unfollowing Magui?

You entered the passenger seat, staring at the person who shouted that question. It has been a while since you’ve been on social media, so you haven’t heard the news of João unfollowing Magui. If it were true, you would be shocked because that is a step to moving on, and he has never taken that step. But then what would be of your relationship with him? Would you guys be friends again? And what would happen to your fake relationship with Kylian? Would you guys have to end it faster than expected?

“You good?” Mbappé asked while staring at you. You smile and him and shake off the weird feelings. “Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” you smiled. Mbappé tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, “you looked great, by the way. How was your first time experiencing being a WAG?” He grins while pulling out of the parking lot. You chuckle; being a girlfriend of a high-profile sportsman was better than you expected. Besides sitting in a VIP seat, the experience of watching someone you are with play the sport they love was unique. Of course, this experience wasn’t new; you’ve been to a lot of João’s game and has supported him, but you were never the person to whom he dedicated his goals. “Hey, don’t let them get to you. I know exactly what to cheer you up!”

“Kylian. Omg, when did you do this?” You asked while looking at the setup in front of you. It was beautiful. He has a huge comfortable couch on his balcony with pillows and blankets laid out. A coffee table was placed on the foot of the sofa, with all your favorite snacks and drinks. Five feet from the couch stands a movie theater screen. Candles were light and lined up on the edge of his balcony, and the Eiffel Tower could be seen from his balcony. It was incredibly beautiful.

“Achraf parties always end up with everyone passing out, so I wanted us to spend time together,” Mbappé says while guiding you to the couch. You still admired how beautiful everything looked; you almost wanted to cry because of his effort. “Come on, I don’t want you getting cold,” he says, and you lay on the couch as he lays next to you and covers the both of you with a warm blanket. The movie starts, but you guys don’t focus; both of you want to get to know one another on a deeper level. “Tell me about you, Y/N,” he says while grabbing the bucket of popcorn. “Tell me things people don’t know.”

“Are you asking for my favorite color?” You laughed, causing him to smile softly. “I will take whatever you give me,” he says, and you didn’t miss your heart jumping. No wonder people call him a womanizer; he knows exactly what to say. “Well, people don’t know that I’m secretly in love with my best friend…former best friend,” you said. Mbappé nods, waiting for you to continue. “Ahum, people don’t know that I’m insecure about being labeled as João Félix's best friend or now Kylian Mbappé’s girlfriend.” Mbappé stares at you, not looking the slightest offended by what you just said. “And people don’t know that I have a very important position at my job. I’m not just a pretty face.”

The movie plays in the background as you continue to tell Mbappé about yourself, even things that João might now even know, and not once do you think about the drama that is occurring in your life. “And yeah, that’s how Magui ended up hating me.” Mbappé watches you fidget with your fingers and bite your lips, his heart pounding from your effect on him. “Why do you like him so much? Why do you….love him,” he asked seriously. You glance at the screen and then back to Mbappé, “because he was the only person I ever had.”

Mbappé stares at your uncomfortable form, and he softly rubs his thumb across your cheeks. “I wish I have met you earlier,” he says softly. “Maybe then, I would be an option.” You gulp, realizing he’s referring to being with you without a reason. You’ve known he’s interested in you, but you thought it was just an interest that would disappear after spending some time with you. “If you were this sweet to a fake girlfriend, I can’t imagine how you would be with a real one,” you muttered. Mbappé smiles and gently places a kiss on your forehead. “Why don’t you find out?”

You stare at him; he carefully examines your face, waiting for you to say something. Mbappé asks you to be his real girlfriend, but what about João? Your history with him hasn’t been resolved yet, and after hearing that he has unfollowed and dumped his girlfriend, things might change. Would he apologize and ask to be friends again? Your feelings for him are still there, and it wouldn’t be fair for Mbappé. You needed to resolve things with João first before thinking of another man. But the way Mbappé was looking at you only makes you want to forget about João and leave everything behind. Clenching your pants, you slowly lean forward while staring at his lips. Mbappé does the same, and just when you guys are inches apart, your phone rings.

You awkwardly back up and reach for your phone. Looking at the user, your heart starts beating fast. Mbappé glares at the username, knowing who “The Golden Boy” is. Without meeting his eyes, you answer the phone. “Hello?” You asked. “Y/N, I need you,” João says; your heart beats fast because he sounds broken like he just finished crying. “Fuck I miss you so much; I need you right now, please,” he begs. Because you were used to responding quickly to his pleas, you immediately jumped up from the couch and started walking away when Mbappé grabbed your wrist. “Stay,” he says, and there’s pleading in his eyes. Your voice was stuck in your throat, and you listened to João’s pleas for you to be there for him and Mbappé’s eyes begging for you to stay. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled and pulled your hands away before exiting the balcony, leaving Mbappé behind.

Getting into the taxi, you glare up at Mbappé’s home, the balcony now dark. He didn’t come down when you hurriedly packed your belongings and booked the earliest flight home. You feel guilty, of course, but you’ve known this man for a short time, and you’ve known João your whole life. Although your friendship wasn’t perfect, he was there for you when you needed him, and you weren’t ready to let that go. With a heavy heart, you look away from Kylian Mbappé’s place and look forward to your journey home.

2 weeks later

Breaking news: Kylian Mbappé and Y/N officially call it quits after only a few weeks of dating. Many fans were suspicious of their relationship and suspected they were only short-term. Mbappé is now only focusing on his career and has no interest in starting a new relationship, whereas Y/N has reconciled her friendship with João Félix, and many fans think that might be the reason for the breakup.

Part III is coming! Are we team João Félix or team Kylian Mbappé?

Part III

@poopyloofy @simpingmyassoff @smiley-roos @untitled23430 @ts1mp0ne @forevernightmare @sad1esgf @kakuchosbff

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scooby doo - joao felix

warnings: cursing, halloween decorations such as fake blood being mentioned, drinking, grammar issues

prompt: halloween special with joao.

“joao! our costumes came in. come try it on. i even got floki something.”

“what are we even suppose to be?” joao picked up the white shirt and orange fabric in confusion. he was trying to piece the idea together, but it didn’t make sense.

“how do you not know what scooby doo is?” looking at him in pure disgust for not knowing the most iconic show.

“isn’t it that one show with that dog and haunted house stuff.” he got the idea, but he still seemed unsure.

“yeah it is. look, i even got floki the collar that scooby wears. try on your outfit!” halloween being a close second to your favorite holiday. mostly for dressing up without any embarrassment. and, spending it while hanging out with your soulmate.

this year was your turn to host the halloween party. fake hand prints of blood on all of your walls. brownies with zombie hands with skeleton cake pops. this event was too good to only happen once every year. little toy spiders hanging that cause floki to bark. stickers of bats that seem to lead inside the house from the front door.

without joao, your ideas would’ve never made it out of your head. it seemed only right you were celebrating a festive day with someone who matched your energy.

“our house is nice. we did good.” joao stood next to you with his hand on your waist. admiring the house in your couples costume. “you know what’s nicer?”

interrupting your thoughts, “what?” you thought you messed something up for a second.

“how good you look in purple.”

you quickly turn flustered at his words. laughing off his flirtatious comment, it was still time to get the house prepared for your guests and trick-or-treaters.

joao put on floki’s scooby doo collar as you made sure the drinks were cold for the night.

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more guests flowed in throughout the night. both you and joao taking shots for entertainment, careful not to get drunk so easily.

beer pong being a popular game. it reminded you of college, except you didn’t have to rush to class the next day. everyone was so happy, making you even happier.

setting aside with your boyfriend. it was finally time for some pictures. modeling for the camera as he held onto you tightly.

“i wish i could pause time right now.” he spoke gently, but loud enough for you to hear.

“how come?”

“i don’t think any other halloween can compete with this one.” joao was never the type to really sink in with the decorations. he only admired you being happy. you were glad he understood where the deep connection came from.

the door bell rang. more trick-or-treaters were coming often. opening the door as joao was getting the bucket of candy, you weren’t ready for the surprise.

joao almost dropped the bucket as in front of the door were two kids also dressed as fred and daphne. making eye contact with your boyfriend, you could only see what he was thinking about.

“trick or treat!” the two kids yelled as your heart melted.

“it’s our twins. very nice costume young man.” joao bent down to give them extra candy for their costumes. something about the kids warmed your heart.

as they said their thank you and you closed the door. you and joao shared a smile, knowing that you both wanted to spend the rest of your life together.