#rafael leao smut

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

RESTLESS

warning: smut (what’s new)

The hotel suite is quiet except for the muffled sounds of the city below. The match ended hours ago, but Rafael is still buzzing with adrenaline, his body tense as he paces the room. You watch him from the bed, propped up on your elbows, his jersey hanging loose on your frame—no shorts, just bare thighs peeking out from underneath.

“You should be celebrating,” you say, voice light but teasing. “Two goals, an assist, and man of the match? I’d be out partying if I were you.”

He scoffs, running a hand through his curls. “Not in the mood.”

“Not in the mood?” You raise a brow. “Baby, you just had half of san siro chanting your name. What’s wrong?”

Rafael exhales sharply, finally turning to you. His gaze drops to your exposed legs, and you see the shift in his expression. He’s frustrated. Restless. And suddenly, you know exactly what he needs.

You push up onto your knees, the mattress dipping as you crawl toward him. “Come here,” you murmur, voice softer now.

He doesn’t hesitate. The second he’s within reach, you tug him down onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the sheets. His hands slide under the jersey, fingers warm against your skin.

“You drive me crazy,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your jaw, trailing lower, biting and kissing your neck.

“Good,” you whisper back, tilting your head to give him more access. “Now let me help you relax, starboy.”

And when he finally lets go of the tension in his shoulders, letting you take control, you know the game isn’t over yet—it’s just getting started.

[insidekatmind]

Girl you need to combine your master lists into one huge one, it’ll help find things easier for your readers 💕💕

Part.2

Jobe Bellingham

Jude Bellingham P.1, P.2

Vinicius jr.

Levi Colwill

Kylian Mbappé

Rafael Leao

Noni Madueke

Virgi Van Dijk

Alejandro Balde

Trent Alexander Arnold

Jonathan Daviss

Pope Heyward P.1, P.2

Marcus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Ambrose Spellman

A/n: thanks for the feedback ❣️

[applejuicefruit]

Hey,Can i Request a Rafael Leao fic where him and the reader are bestfriends and the reader is insecure about being chubby and Rafa asks after a bad game if he can take a nap on her chest or tummy and she says no and covers it up.And from then is just Rafa complimenting her and just basically a small love confession��🏻🫶🏻

rafael leao x reader

TW : insecure and self conscious reader, angst and fluff

Perfect

you knew you weren’t perfect. no, you kept comparing yourself to all the models and influencers that appeared on your instagram feed. you couldn’t help it. but things got worse when your best friend rafa kept introducing you all his conquests he made during parties. it was just too much for you to handle. you always had a crush on him but you knew you wouldn’t be the type he would date, you were just the type he would go to when he needed some comfort or when he wanted a chill night watching netflix and eating popcorn. it’s always been like this and you got used to it. you went to his games and supported him no matter what, looking so proud for what he achieved.

usually everytime rafael came to your place it was almost like a habit that he would ask you if he could lay his head on your stomach or your lap because you were comfortable. at first you didn’t mind, not at all, in fact, you liked the attention he was giving you but as the time passed by you got more self conscious about it. the way he would express his wants to you like “please let me lay on your tummy, it’s so comfortable” you started to hate it.

hate that your tummy was comfortable and not flat. hate that you weren’t as the girls he was used to date. you just started hating yourself even more and you didn’t know how to stop that feeling.

you were currently on your couch watching rafael playing as you told him before you couldn’t make it to his game because you had a late work meeting and you got lucky you got out of the building at the start of the match.

so now, you were eating popcorn and cheering for rafa and his team from the comfort of your couch.

the match wasn’t good at all. his team lost and you felt rafael sadness through your tv. you already knew that in an hour you would find rafael on your door, begging to be comforted and of course - who are you to say no? he was your best friend after all.

and that’s what happened.

“come here” you said opening the front door and letting him in “how are you?” you asked him, wanting to be sure he was doing well.

“i’ve been better…” he said sitting on your couch. you could tell he cried before coming here, it was an important match and he didn’t want to lose it.

“i’m really sorry rafa…i saw the match and you did all what you could, you even scored…” you tried to cheer him up.

“yes but it wasn’t enough” he said.

“that’s football…sometimes you win, sometimes you lose” you said and he let out a sarcastic laugh. you knew him too well and you also knew that it didn’t matter what you said to comfort him, he wouldn’t listen.

“can we watch netflix?” he asked and you couldn’t say no. you were currently watching together modern family so maybe it was a good idea for cheering him up.

“yes” you laughed and turned netflix on.

a few minutes into the episode he asked if he could lay on your stomach but something snapped inside of you.

“y/n…” he called for your attention “can i lay on your tummy? it’s always so soft and comfortable and warm…” he asked, thinking you were going to say yes like you always did but this time he was greeted with a cold no.

“why not?” he asked.

“i don’t want to rafa”.

“but why?” he continued “you never said no”.

“because i don’t want to, okay? i…i don’t feel comfortable doing it so drop it” you said, eyes back on the tv and ignoring the questioning look on rafael’s face.

but he didn’t ignore how you covered your stomach with a pillow and how you kept hugging it, almost as if you wanted to hide your body.

he pretended to see nothing so you could continue with the show.

four episodes later you both fell asleep on your comfortable but uncomfortable couch.

when you woke up you were greeted with the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes and you couldn’t help but smile.

“good morning beautiful” rafa said when you got into the kitchen.

beautiful? he never called you beautiful.

“i made some breakfast for us…i hope you don’t mind but we’re out of eggs” he smiled.

“it’s okay, as long as those pancakes are good” you joked.

“here you go gorgeous” he said handing your plate with the pancakes.

gorgeous? and beautiful? in less than ten minutes? what was going on?

and that day wasn’t the only day he complimented you.

he started with texting you good morning beautiful or good night pretty girl. he started complimenting every outfit you wore on your days out, every time you style your hair in different ways or every time you did your make up in a different way. but it was too weird.

“i never meant to make you uncomfortable” he said one night while you were both hanging out at his place.

“uh?” you asked.

“that night…at your place…”

“it’s been over a month rafa” you smiled.

“i know but i saw the look on your face and how i made you uncomfortable…i’m sorry, i never meant to hurt you and your feelings in any way possible…” he said truthfully.

“it’s okay…really”.

“no it’s not…i…okay don’t hate me for what i’m going to say but i know you, i’ve been knowing you for years and i know how you feel uncomfortable in your own body…” he started talking.

“rafa” you tried to stop him.

“let me finish please…i just, i just wish you could see yourself the way i see you y/n, you’re beautiful, your eyes, your face, your body, everything about you is beautiful” he took your hands in his big ones “i’ve always wanted to say it to you but i never wanted to make things uncomfortable between us because you’re my best friend but maybe we could be something more?” he asked, too scared of being rejected.

did he just confess his love to you?

“do you really mean it?” you asked.

“of course, come here” he said, his hands grabbing your face and your lips meeting his softer ones. it was a gentle and loving kiss but you felt on fire.

“is this real?” you asked him and he laughed.

“very real”.

“i like you…and i mean a lot” you joked and he kissed you again.

“we can take things slowly…i just want to be with you” he said looking into your eyes and you said yes, completely forgetting about the show you were both watching and melting into rafael’s arms.

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

MIDNIGHT BLISS

warning: smut (any doubts anyone?)

The city below is alive, but up here, in the dim glow of the balcony lights, the world feels like it's shrinking-just the two of you, tangled in heat and desperation.

Rafael's body is flush against your back, his breath fanning over your neck as his fingers tease slow, lazy strokes along your inner thighs.

"You're trembling," he murmurs, lips brushing just beneath your ear.

You shiver, but not from the night air.

"Because you're teasing me," you whisper, your voice already breathy.

He chuckles, low and rough, his free hand spreading over your stomach, pulling you tighter against him. The hardness pressing into you from behind makes your stomach coil with anticipation. His fingers move higher, slipping beneath the delicate lace covering you, his touch firm and knowing. He parts you easily, fingertips dragging through your slick heat before circling, pressing making your breath stutter.

"Fuck, Rafa-"

"Shh," he hums, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, his pace torturously slow. "We wouldn't want anyone hearing us, would we?"

Your fingers grip the railing, knuckles turning white as he strokes deeper, curling his fingers just right, the pleasure mounting in waves that leave you breathless. He knows exactly what he's doing, the way your hips are rolling against his hand, seeking more. He's relentless, pushing, building, until your thighs tense, your stomach tightens, and the pressure swells dangerously close to the edge.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Cum for me, meu amor."

And then he does something devastating

—his thumb circles, his fingers press deeper, and your body shatters. The world around you blurs as pleasure crashes through you, a sharp gasp spilling from your lips as your body trembles in his hold. He keeps moving, drawing it out, his lips trailing slow kisses along your shoulder as he whispers something in Portuguese against your skin.

Your body melts against him, chest rising and falling as the aftershocks leave you lightheaded. He smirks, pressing one last lingering kiss beneath your ear.

"You should see how beautiful you look right now," he murmurs.

You tilt your head, catching his dark, hungry gaze. "Then take me inside," you whisper, turning in his arms.

His smirk widens, dimples showing. "I was hoping you'd say that."

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader smut

SHOWER

warning: smut

The sound of water dripping echoes in the empty locker room. Most of the team has already left, but Rafael is still here, standing under the shower, steam curling around his toned body. You shouldn't be here-you know that. But you slipped inside when you saw the others leaving, your heart pounding as you stepped past the rows of lockers.

He notices you immediately. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "Couldn't wait, huh?"

You cross your arms, leaning against the wall. "Took you long enough to finish."

Rafael tilts his head, water running down his chest. "You know, if you wanted to shower with me, you just had to ask."

You roll your eyes, but your body betrays you, drawn to him like a magnet. His eyes flick down to what you're wearing-his oversized hoodie, the hem barely covering your thighs. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"Take it off," he says, voice rough with desire.

A thrill runs down your spine. But you don't move fast enough for his liking-he's already stepping out of the shower, water dripping from his skin as he closes the space between you. His hands tug at the hem of the hoodie, pulling it over your head in one smooth motion.

"Much better," he mutters, his hands gripping your bare waist, pulling you against him. His lips find yours, hot and insistent, his wet body pressing against your dry one, making you shiver.

You barely have time to breathe before he lifts you effortlessly, placing you on the cool tile counter near the sinks. His mouth trails down your neck, leaving wet kisses, his hands exploring every inch of you.

"Rafa," you whisper, gripping his curls, your thighs tightening around his waist.

He groans, teeth grazing your collarbone. "Say it again," he murmurs against your skin.

And when he finally sinks to his knees in front of you, the thought of someone walking in only makes it worse. Or maybe better.

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

BACKSEAT CONFESSIONS

warning: smut

The car is parked in a secluded area, just outside the city. The only light inside comes from the dim glow of the streetlamp a few meters away, casting shadows across Rafael’s sharp features. His hand rests lazily on the steering wheel, the other draped over the back of the seat, his fingers barely grazing your shoulder.

“You’ve been acting up all night,” he muses, eyes dark as they flick over your face. “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”

You exhale a small laugh, shifting in your seat, legs crossed as if that could contain the heat pooling in your stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rafael hums, clearly not buying it. “The teasing. The looks. That little stunt at dinner, running your foot up my leg under the table like I wouldn’t do something about it.”

Your smirk falters when he leans in, his breath warm against your neck. “Lucky for you,” he murmurs, voice deep and slow, “I am gonna do something about it.”

Before you can respond, Rafael’s hands are on your waist, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap in the driver’s seat. The gear shift presses into your thigh, but you barely register it. His fingers trail down your bare legs, slow and deliberate.

“You’re playing with fire, meu amor,” he warns, voice low and rough.

You swallow hard, heart pounding. The windows are fogging up, the outside world forgotten. And when his lips ghost over your jawline, teasing, testing, you know you’re in trouble.

[insidekatmind]

Masterlist

Kylian Mbappé

Disco

That girl is mine~Kylian Mbappé× reader x Vinícius Jr (feat. Jude Bellingham)

Rafael Leao

Kiss cam

Alejandro Balde

Stuck with you

Bet

Model

Nsfw alphabet

Nightmare

Confession

I’ll make things right

Valentine’s Day

[applejuicefruit]

heyy hope youre doing great <3 could u write for rafael leao? if sooo, id like to request some dating hcs!

thank u anyways 🥹

Some Rafa content!

rafael leao x reader

he’s handsome look at him 😩

Dating

dating rafael was a blessing

he was your first ever boyfriend

i mean, you had your crushes in the past but you’ve never been in love

rafa changed that for you

he was so confident in himself that when he first asked you out you said no

he wasn’t hurt

nope, more confused

he was just to confident that he was sure you were going to say yes

but that didn’t stop him from flirting with you

you met through common friends

so everytime they threw a party, rafael was there

ready to offer you a drink or a hand to dance

you saw how the other girls tried to get their ways with him so you thought he only wanted to get into your pants

you knew he was a football player

and you also knew football players were a different breed

they would cheat on their wives

they would lie

they would take anything for granted just because they had a t shirt with their names on

so you wanted to take your distances from rafael

but his constant flirting with you made it difficult

he started having feeling for you the moment he saw you for the first time

and he thought that his status as football player would made it easier for you to fall for him

but he was completely wrong

it took him almost two months for him to convince you to go out with him

and when you said yes he was the happiest man alive

he brought you flowers and a chocolate box

it went from one date to three or four dates a week

until he asked you to be his girlfriend

you were too completely in love to say no at this point

you never thought you would fall for a football player but you did

you took things slow

also because everything was new to you

and he didn’t want to pressure you

he was kind and patient with you

everytime you would meet for a date he would bring you flowers

knowing how much you like them

you both likes long walks

hand in hand

you likes cooking together at his place

or at your place

you enjoy movie marathons

and you never miss his games

he’s your best friend too

if something happens you know you can count on him

whether it’s something good or it’s something bad

he’s the best at comforting you

you learnt that you don’t have to hide when you’re sad or in a bad mood, he’s ready to comfort you and let you cry in his arms if you need to

he’s just the best thing that ever happened to you

[insidekatmind]

Here are some pictures I made today:

Jude Bellingham

Trent Alexander Arnold

Rafael Leao

Kylian Mbappé

[rrenniee]

rafael leao x reader

LOCKER ROOM FUN

warning: smut

The music in the locker room is loud, the bass vibrating through the walls. You shouldn't even be here, but Rafael had sent you a text with nothing but a location pin and a smirking emoji. And now you're standing in front of him, arms crossed, watching as he leans back against the bench, still in his compression shorts, skin glistening from his post-match shower.

"You played well today," you say, voice smooth but teasing. "That goal? Not bad."

Rafael's eyes flick to you, amusement dancing in them. He can tell you're playing with him. "Not bad?" He repeats, tilting his head. "That's all you got for me?"

Your lips curl into a smirk, stepping closer, deliberately slow. "What? You want me to get on my knees and worship you for it?"

His jaw clenches, but he laughs, shaking his head. "Nah," he leans in slightly, voice dropping lower. "I want you to ride me like you rode that bike here."

Your breath catches, but you don't hesitate. You swing one leg over him, straddling his lap before you can think twice about it. His hands grip your hips instantly, fingers digging in just enough to make your stomach flutter.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, voice thick with approval.

The locker room is empty-at least for now-but the risk makes your blood run hotter. You know at any moment, someone could walk in. But when Rafael's lips brush your jaw, his breath warm against your skin, you decide you don't care.

this was my first time ever writing an imagine so be kind 🙏

[insidekatmind]

tomorrow i will try to post 4 imagines. Which footballer would you like them on?