#vinícius jr.

[sonsofks]

EA SPORTS FIFA 23 desata la pasión con el lanzamiento del equipo de la temporada: ¡TOTS Ultimate, un sueño hecho realidad!

¡EA SPORTS desata la emoción con el Equipo de la Temporada (TOTS) Ultimate de FIFA 23! En esta lista explosiva se encuentran estrellas de renombre como Lionel Messi, Vinícius Jr. y muchos más. El TOTS Ultimate reúne a los mejores jugadores con las calificaciones más altas de todas las ligas y lanzamientos. Pero eso no es todo. Como parte de esta revelación espectacular, también podrás encontrar…

[featguler]

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

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

“D’you regret it?”

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vinícius—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotta do it harder though, Viní.”

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

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

[madridista-pura]

[threelionsgirl]

JUST THE START FOR THE TRIO

[adnannyx]

i used to pray hard for times like this

[iluminad00]

PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE

Photo credits!

[xuxuzinhoo]

S O R R I S O - VINI JR.

Vinícius junior × you * sugestivo * Vini! boyfriendmaterial! * conteúdo adulto *

Deitada na cama de casal, os olhinhos perdidos no namorado sentado na poltrona do quarto rindo à toa com vídeos idiotas que seus tios mandavam no grupo da família.

Ri inconscientemente toda boba, perdidinha de paixão.

- eu amo o teu sorriso. - diz como se fosse automático, e ele te dá atenção para responder.

- e eu amo o seu.

-ah Vini, pode parar, o meu não é... - põe as mãos em frente aos lábios toda sem jeito, se encolhe mais na cama - não é igual o seu.

-igual o meu? Claro que não é. - fala como se fosse óbvio até revira os olhos ao explicar:

"O teu é mais especial, é diferente. Eles (os sorrisos) são diferentes porque são a janela da alma." sussurra um "é verdade" quando percebe a descrença no seu rosto para continuar e embasa o argumento ao dizer: "o Thiaguinho que falou uma vez."

Solta uma risada gostosa tampando os dentes, tem muita vergonha do riso.

- amor, eu acho que você tá confundindo a frase do Thiaguinho com alguma fala que você viu no filme de seção da tarde.

-se eu disse que ele disse é porque eu sei que ele disse. O cara vive sorrindo, claro que ele falou, deve tá até em alguma música dele, do exaltasamba, não sei. Mas o papo aqui é que o teu sorriso é lindo porque ele é único pra mim, cê tem que aprender deixar o mundo ver as janelas da tua alma.

O jeito de dizer até soa como uma interpretação de um pensador contemporâneo.

- ah não sei Vini, eu não gosto. Tem algo nos meus dentes sabe...

-feijão ?

-bobo! Eles são meio tortinhos esses da frente, não são tão juntinhos do jeito que eu gostaria.

- mas eu amo eles, é o charme da minha princesa - e aí ele vem pra pertinho, se achega em você na cama de casal, te empacota em um abraço por tras e deixa a intimação no ouvido "eu te proíbo de mudar meus dentinhos"

-seus dentinhos? Seus aonde? Tá na sua boca?

-Não, mas o meu pau não está na sua buceta e mesmo assim você diz que ele é seu.

-Vinicius! - tenta repreender mas afirma baixinho "e ele é, meu, só meu."

- claro que é, assim como seus dentinhos também são meus, essa tua boquinha gostosa... - te vira pra ele, a encarada descarada na sua boca enquanto fala - boa pra beijar, morder, foder...

-Vinicius Junior! E a conversa sobre meu sorriso? Esqueceu?

- Pô gatinha é que eu tô mó afim de foder essa boquinha. Ô se é pra falar do teu sorriso, tô pensando naquele que tu faz depois que eu quase te engasgo de tanta porra. Aquele teu sorriso é lindo para um caralho.

-Cê acha?

-Acho. E tô doidinho pra contemplar ele, quem sabe até tirar uma foto de recordação, te mostrar o quão linda tú fica. - é insistente, dá um chameguinho no teu pescoço - me diz bebê, quer mostrar esse sorriso lindo pra mim? Hum?

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[inevercansaygoodbye]

[iidakosuke]

Say No to Racism 人種差別にNOと言おう

[retrofutbolmgc]

[featguler]

wound up with a purpose ────── you are comparing hand sizes.

♡ ────── pairing : vinícius júnior x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified, but they are described to be smaller than vini. reader is friends w/ aurel. ♡ ────── wordcount : 723 ♡ ────── notes : this is so short but it's so cute and i love him and i cannot stop thinking about vinicius jose paixao de oliveira junior. title is from beabadoobee's ever seen!!! it's such a cute song awoooorghhh,, ♡ masterlist.

“I’ll get Eduardo here,” your idle threat draws a laugh out of Vinícius’ mouth as he insists on hooking his pinky finger into your ring finger, “He’ll have you kicked out of this party.”

“Yeah?” Vinícius entertains the thought and shrugs, his lips tugging into a short smirk. “I don’t know, you seem like you’re enjoying my company more than anything else.”

The gathering Eduardo is exclusive—”exclusive” here being used very generously, as it is bigger than any garden party you have ever been to, and filled with people with bigger names than your family combined.

Sitting on some stools against some bushes, you drown the sound of conversations and water fountains out.

You are a friend of a friend of Eduardo’s—Aurélien’s to be exact. He brought you as his plus one with the exact intention of playing cupid and setting you up with one of his teammates. Eduardo had met you a few times before, so he was like, sure, and you spent the entire afternoon fretting over which shoes to pair with which jacket.

And, dear lord and Aurélien’s compulsive knacks of unwarranted party invitations, you don’t know who this teammate he was boasting on and on about.

But right now, you are hoping that it is Vinícius.

Rising star of Real Madrid, they would say. You just never expected that he would be this romantic.

“Come on,” he tries again, chuckling and spreading his palm close to your fist. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little comparison, hm?”

On the first meeting no less.

“Please,” you roll your eyes, giving in slightly when he uses his thumb to rub against the base of your palm instead, “Did I tell you I used to play basketball in school?”

He is wearing a nice, soft pink shirt against a pair of brown pants, some rings on his fingers and one on each of his earlobes.

“Yeah?” He grins. “You must have long fingers, then. And bigger palms.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me,” you purse your lips to hide a smile, finally opening your palm to see his eyebrows raise in delight, wasting no time in pressing his hand over yours.

And, sure, yeah: it makes sense that Vinícius Jr’s hand is larger than yours. It makes sense that your fingers are shorter than his, that your heartbeats increase the moment you touch, and that he closes his fingers on the space inbetween yours, engulfing your hand in his fist.

“Mon deu,” you giggle at the accent in his French, trying to catch your missing breath. He swings your hand, as though he is testing a new glove. “You’re tiny aren’t you?”

“Tiny?” You repeat with fake offence, the feeling of novel heat rising in your chest as you cross your legs. You close your fist over his. “I am the perfect size. Not my fault you have gigantic hands.”

“Oh, please. Enough with the compliments.”

“That was a compliment?”

“That wasn’t?”

You two burst into another fit of laughter, his fingers digging into the back of your hand as you use the other to cover your mouth.

Vinícius inches towards you like you don’t notice, and you peek at the expression on his face.

“Oh, this is nice,” he says, slowly this time, and swings your hands again. “I take it back—you’re right. You’re the perfect size.”

You blow a scoff, trying to hide the baffled on your face. You open your fingers and he is compelled to do the same—now your palms are back facing each other again.

“Is that so?” You stare into his eyes before looking away.

Vinícius raises a curious eyebrow.

“Look,” he gently closes his palm. “My fingers fit so nicely between yours.”

“Oh,” you pull away, shyly pushing his hand away. “Stop it.”

He laughs. “Can’t deny it though, can you?”

“Oh, come on.” You whine, pressing your hand against your eyebrows, trying to blow the steam away from your cheeks. You have to remind yourself, for a moment, that he’s probably done this to countless other people before.

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles, shaking his head, using his foot to faintly nudge your shoes.

You glance his way, pursing your lips again, hiding a smile again.

“Right,” you bite your lips, clearing your throat, and Vinícius shoots you a charming smile. “Right.”

[madridista-pura]

[threelionsgirl]

😭😭😭😭

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