Football Imagines

jõao felix - focus ⁺¹⁸

by yungbludz on tumblr

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"I can't focus if you are under me." João chuckles after his first push up. You smirk, watching his face starting to turn red for the physical strain.

He knows it's never a good thing to train together because you'll always find a way to distract him, whether it's on purpose or not. This time you have decided to lay on his mat as he does his push up's.

"I'll help you out: a kiss for every rep." You wink at him, trying to bribe him. But you knew he's easy to bribe when it comes to your touches or kisses. And with a playful roll of eyes he's continuing his exercise.

Your lips leave a couple kisses on his, then move to his cheek. João chuckles again, mentally counting his rep's.

"Y/n..." he gives you the first warning when you peck his neck. But due to the strain for the exercise there's a vein showing on his neck that you're dying to kiss and to be fair, you only want to see how long it takes you to break him.

You give him an innocent look even though there's nothing innocent about you right now.

"Another round, c'mon." You spur him on as he sips on his water. His shorts have raised to his mid thigh as he sits back on his heels and glares at you.

His hair is a little damp for the sweat and his skin is redder than before. He looks ravishing.

"Don't tease." He warns one more time before starting off again. You play nice at first: pecking his lips. Then you start to play dirty: trailing your hands up his sides, caressing his hard abs and kissing his neck again.

He can feel himself getting harder at the soft touches and delicate kisses. He knows he should have seen this coming.

"Stop it." He warns you one last time, almost done with the exercise. You giggle and continue with your teasing, slipping your hands under his shirt and touching his sweaty torso.

You should be grossed out but there's nothing gross about the man hovering over you. He clenches his jaw and finishes his rep's and gets off you. But you're too invested now.

You sit up, almost sitting on his lap as you let your lips kiss his neck. He chuckles, before taking another sip of his water.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" He jokes when you pull off him. You shrug your shoulders but this time he doesn't let you get away with it.

He towers over you, forcing you to lay down on the mat again. You look up at him with the same dirty look on your face.

"Turn around." He demands and you don't need him to repeat himself twice. You look at him through the mirror on the wall. João doesn't take too much time taking off your sweats and you smile, happy with yourself.

João knows you're going to rip that poor mat edge if you keep pulling at it with your nails but he doesn't care as he thrusts in and out of you.

His hands keeping your hips still, sporadically slapping your ass just to hear your moans get higher. He knows this is what you wanted: to get under his skin, to rile him up, to get him to fuck you.

He's enamored with the way his cock slips in and out of you, coated in your juices. He's obsessed. As he glances up at the mirror he catches your eyes staring back at him— well trying to. He has to refrain himself from cumming right there right now.

"Feel so fucking good, amor."

"Keep going... Fuck."

"Such a dirty little thing..."

"Fuck, right there."

Absolute filthiness fills the room, your words getting lost in the echo of the small personal gym. You feel your eyes water as he leans in, changing the angle and the speed: going slower but harder.

You jolt forward at every thrust and he whispers sweet words dripping with dirty innuendos. You can hear his cock pushing inside of you and the sounds your mixed juices make.

"Keep doing that and I'm cumming in this pretty pussy of yours." He warns you but he doesn't know — yet— that the simple idea of that makes you clench harder around him. But he's fast at getting the memo.

He chuckles, shaking his head. His shirt is laying next to your leggings whilst yours is somewhere further away. You can feel his necklace tickling your back and you'd tell him it's ticklish if you weren't so lost in the moment. His hard sweaty chest flushed against yours.

"Fucking you is my favorite cardio..." he chuckles next to your ear. You do find it funny but you also find his cock grazing against your sweet spot very entertaining as well.

You can't form coherent sentences so you just blab nonsense and moan. He smirks as he watches you writhe beneath him through the large mirror: your blown out eyes, red lips, messy hair. He loves it.

"Shit, shit..." "Good girl..."