#ferran torres x reader

[paucubarsisimp]

Can we please get more Ferran content

sweet summers

pairing: ferran torres x reader

summary: in which you go on vacation with ferran

warnings: none!

a/n: one of my favorite things i’ve ever written 🥹🫶, i hope you like this love <33 @jazzymsworld

“you look ridiculous in that hat.”

you turn to face ferran, squinting behind your sunglasses. he’s grinning at you from the back of the boat, shirtless, skin golden from the sun, a slice of watermelon in one hand.

“you literally picked it out,” you remind him, tugging the straw sunhat lower over your forehead.

“i did,” he says, smug. “didn’t think you’d actually wear it.”

“you said i looked hot.”

“you do,” he shrugs, stepping closer and placing the watermelon slice gently in your hand. “just… hot and slightly ridiculous.”

you laugh, taking a bite, juice running down your wrist. ferran watches you like you hung the sun in the sky. he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

you’re on a little boat, anchored in a quiet cove somewhere off one of the croatian islands. the water’s stupidly clear. you can see fish swimming below the surface. the only sounds are the soft hum of cicadas, the waves lapping against the hull, and ferran’s speaker playing some laid-back spanish indie song he swears is “underrated.”

he sits down beside you, thigh pressed to yours, his hand brushing over your knee like it belongs there — like it always has.

“you good?” he asks, voice soft now, eyes on your face.

“yeah,” you say, leaning into him just slightly. “this is... perfect.”

he hums, head tilted back toward the sun. “i could stay here forever.”

you glance over. “really? no football? no training? no schedule?”

he opens one eye. “you. sun. watermelon. bad music. that stupid hat. yeah, i’d survive.”

you smile, heart doing that soft flip it always does when he says things like that without thinking. he’s not trying to be charming — he just is.

after a while, he lies down with his head in your lap, eyes closed, letting you run your fingers through his messy hair.

“quiero más días así,” he mumbles, almost sleepily.

“más días like this?”

“sí,” he nods, not opening his eyes. “you, me, nothing else.”

and maybe it’s the heat, or the sea, or just the way he makes you feel — but for a second, it really does feel like the world’s stopped. like this moment is something you’ll carry with you long after summer ends.

you bend down and kiss his temple, soft and lingering. he doesn’t move, just smiles to himself and threads his fingers through yours.

“definitely making this a tradition,” he says.

“just this boat and these sandwiches?”

“no,” he murmurs. “just... you.”

and that’s it. no grand gestures. just ferran, sun-drunk and soft, choosing you over and over again without ever needing to say the words out loud.

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

rainy day.

summary: spending a rainy day indoors with your boyfriend. a/n: i'm so excited to be posting this in a collab with the amazing @paucubarsisimp! she has written pau's, ferran's and hector's! thank you so much ellie for working with me on these, and i love how they all turned out! her post is here: 🧡💛🩶 masterlist requests genre: fluff. warnings: none.

Grey clouds hung low over the city, and the rain drummed a soft, steady beat on the windows. Inside, Pedri sat curled up on the couch, a thick wool blanket draped over his shoulders and legs. His book lay forgotten in his lap as his eyes traced the pattern of raindrops sliding down the glass.

You settled beside him, your body leaning into his side. The blanket slipped over you both, and you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.

“I love days like this,” Pedri said quietly, voice low and content. “No noise, no pressure. Just... calm.”

You nodded, savoring the quiet comfort of the moment. “Me too.”

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers began tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. It was a silent language, words weren’t necessary when every touch said you were home.

The world outside faded into background noise, the rain’s soft tapping, the occasional rumble of thunder far away. Inside, there was only the slow heartbeat between you.

Pedri’s fingers tightened around yours. “We don’t do this enough,” he whispered.

You smiled, looking up at him. His eyes were warm, slightly tired, but full of something steady and true. “We should,” you agreed.

For a while, you both just sat like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the quiet pulse of being together. Your head rested lightly on his chest as he shifted to press a kiss to your forehead.

No plans, no distractions, just a calm, slow day spent wrapped in softness.

The rain kept falling outside, but, inside, the world felt like it had paused just for you two.

written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling for hours — slow and lazy, like even the sky didn’t feel like rushing today.

You and Pau had been curled up on the couch since late morning, the blanket half on, half off, one of his legs hooked around yours like he was afraid you’d float away if he let go. Your head was resting on his chest, and he had both arms wrapped around you like a sleepy octopus — one hand tucked into your hair, the other playing with the hem of your shirt.

He smelled like warmth. Like skin and soft cotton and that one hoodie he always left at your place, the one you were currently drowning in.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled, nose squished into his collarbone.

Pau hummed, lips brushing the top of your head. “You’re literally stealing all my body heat.”

You smiled against his neck. “You love it.”

“Maybe,” he whispered, and kissed your temple once. Then again. Then a third time, slower. “But only 'cause it’s you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, and he looked down at you with that half-sleepy, all-heart look — the one that made your chest ache a little in the best way.

He leaned down, kissed your cheek.

“You’re cute.”

Kissed your nose.

“Too cute.”

Kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Stop being so cute, seriously, it’s unfair.”

You laughed, trying to hide your face in his hoodie, but he caught you with a grin, kissing you properly this time — soft and slow and just a little too long. When he pulled back, your smile matched his.

“You always do that,” you whispered, dazed. “What?” “Kiss me like I’m made of clouds or something.”

He smiled, eyes half-lidded. “Maybe you are.”

You laughed again, and he kissed your laugh too — once, then twice more, like he couldn’t help it. His hands slid up your back, slow and gentle, thumbs brushing along your spine, grounding you.

The rain tapped on the window like a soft drumbeat, and the whole world outside faded to a quiet blur.

“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Pau nodded, burying his face in your hair.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Me, you, this hoodie, and about a hundred kisses. That’s all I need.”

You grinned, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead one last time — firm and steady, like a promise.

And you stayed like that, in the soft hush of the rain and the warmth of each other, letting the world slow down around you.

written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling since early morning — soft and steady, the kind that makes everything feel slower. Outside, the sky was a dull grey, but inside, the apartment felt warm in that lazy, rainy-day kind of way.

You were tucked into the corner of the couch, legs curled under a blanket that definitely used to belong to Ferran until you claimed it. He walked in from the kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding two mugs like they were precious cargo.

“Vale, don’t move,” he said quietly, setting them down. “This one’s yours — more honey, just how you like it.”

“You’re learning,” you teased, already reaching for it.

He gave you a small smile, the kind that showed just a little dimple. “I’m a fast learner when it comes to you.”

You made room and he didn’t hesitate — just dropped onto the couch next to you and pulled the blanket over both of you like it was second nature. His arm went around your shoulders without a word. His hand found yours. Like muscle memory.

“You’re clingy today,” you mumbled, though your head found his chest anyway.

“No es verdad,” he said, trying not to smile. “You’re the clingy one. I’m just… here.”

You laughed against him, soft and sleepy. His fingers started moving gently up and down your arm, absentminded, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. But you knew Ferran — he always knew. He was just quiet about how much he loved closeness.

“Days like this feel like they don’t really count,” you whispered. “Exactly,” he said. “Like we get a break from everything.”

His voice was low, lazy, like the rain outside. And for a while, neither of you said anything — just listened to the sound of water on glass and the distant hum of the city trying to keep moving.

He kissed the top of your head so softly you barely felt it. “Podemos quedarnos así todo el día si quieres.”

“You sure?” you murmured, already sinking deeper into him. He nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere. Esta es mi parte favorita del día.”

Your favorite part too.

The rain tapped steadily on the windows, the soft rhythm filling the quiet room. You found yourself snuggled in the little nest Lamine had built on the floor, a fortress of pillows and blankets he’d dragged out with a proud grin, declaring it the “best rainy day setup.” Honestly, you couldn’t argue. It was the perfect spot to escape the wet chill outside.

Lamine lounged back comfortably, phone forgotten in his hand as his eyes tracked raindrops racing each other down the glass. You shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His steady breathing slowed your own, a comforting anchor amid the muted gray outside.

“You always know how to make this kind of day feel special,” you murmured, fingers trailing lazy circles on his arm.

He glanced down at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder softly. “Rainy days aren’t meant for running around,” he said. “They’re for slowing down, doing nothing, just being together.”

You felt the warmth of the thick blanket draped over both your legs and the way his hand slid up to tangle with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it filled the silence with quiet connection.

The smell of hot chocolate lingered in the air. Earlier, Lamine had disappeared into the kitchen, returning proudly with two steaming mugs, the sweet scent mixing with the scent of wet concrete from the open window.

You sipped slowly, the warmth spreading through your chest matching the glow of being here, now, with him.

Outside, the rain showed no sign of stopping. But inside your little haven, time seemed to pause. The world outside could stay cold and wet while you lay here wrapped in quiet and comfort.

Lamine’s voice was soft when he spoke again. “I don’t need anything else today. Just this.”

You smiled, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Neither do I.”

And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and the gentle sound of rain, everything felt perfectly still.

Outside, the streets glistened wet and slick under the steady rain. Inside Pablo’s apartment, the world was softer, filled with warmth, the quiet hum of the heater, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air.

You sat curled up on the floor next to him, your back resting against the couch as Pablo fiddled with the cord of a knitted blanket, pulling it free and spreading it carefully over your legs.

He looked up with a small smile, eyes bright despite the gray outside. “This is exactly what I needed,” he said quietly. “No pressure, no noise, just... this.”

You nodded, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Same here.”

The two of you settled into the quiet rhythm of the rain, the sound soft and steady. Pablo shifted closer, letting his shoulder bump against yours, sharing warmth without words.

“I love rainy days like this. It means I get to spend time with you and do nothing,” he said after a moment, voice calm and thoughtful.

You laughed softly. “Yeah. Sometimes doing nothing is the best.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady warmth beneath you. The steady pulse of his breathing became a soft rhythm you could follow, matching the rain’s gentle fall.

Outside, the city seemed washed clean and quiet, but inside Pablo’s apartment, the world was full of gentle moments, small smiles, soft touches, and the slow, quiet joy of being together.

Time stretched out softly as you two stayed wrapped in the blanket and the peace of a rainy day that had nowhere to go but right here, in each other’s company.

written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling all day, soft and steady, like even the sky wanted to stay quiet for a while.

Héctor showed up at your place just before noon, his hoodie soaked through, curls damp, cheeks a little pink from the cold. He didn’t say much when you opened the door — just gave you that shy smile and shrugged with a quiet, “Hola.”

You knew exactly why he came. He always did when it rained.

Now, he was curled up behind you on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting lightly on your chest, like he never wanted to let you go. His breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed close to yours, legs tangled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of your shirt.

He didn’t seem to want anything more than just being close. Just having you close.

You slowly turned to look at him, and he met your eyes with that half-asleep gaze — calm, quiet, and something else you couldn’t quite name but felt deep down.

“Here again,” he said with a small smile, barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” you said, running your fingers along his cheek.

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw — slow and gentle, like he wanted to memorize every touch.

You laughed softly. “You always kiss me like it’s the first time.” He blinked. “It’s because I want to remember it all.”

He kissed you again — this time on your lips, barely more than a warm brush — and then rested his forehead against yours.

“Can we just… not move today?” he asked, voice low and rough with sleep. “Depends,” you teased, “what if I want some coffee?” “I’ll make it,” he said without hesitation, eyes still closed. “But you have to come back right after.”

You smiled, and he pulled you closer. “Clingy.” “And you’re my favorite,” you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder through the fabric, then your collarbone, and then your lips again — slow, sweet, and patient.

You stayed like that, wrapped in the sound of the rain and the warmth of his arms, letting time pause just for the two of you.

He held you like nowhere else mattered.

And honestly, neither did you.

[spidybaby]

Hi can you please can you make a second part for the coparenting plz . If you can't do it that's okay . I really loved your writing .

Coparenting 2 | Barca Boys

Summary: What is it like to coparent with them

Part one

A/N: took more time than I was counting on, but here it is ❤️ also @unreapp yelloooow, you deserve your credits baeeeeee 😭❤️

Pedri

"Don't let me take the ball from you." Pedri says, trying to take show him how to keep the ball. "Vale no, don't push me because if you push someone on the game, they are taking you out."

"Why?"

"Bua, imagine someone comes and pushes you to get the ball. Yo te pongo una roja, chaval."

You shake your head at them, fighting over an imaginary red card. You finish fixing the food while looking at the window to see them playing.

Rosy once told you that Pedri was the same with his father. They were outside all the time playing with a ball.

"Okay, time out. You two need to eat." You call them.

Pedri and you got into a better foot. He was more talkative now. You both sat down to talk, and you decided that you need to be adults for the sake of your son.

He was now more responsive with the texts, with calls, he was better in every way. You feel like now you can actually say that he was with you in everything.

That can also is noticeable on your son, he looks more happy, more confident in different activities. It was all for the better, and you are happy with it.

"Croquetas?" Pedri asks, entering the kitchen. "My diet is really suffering, eh."

"You can eat the salad." You tease him, placing the bowl in front of him.

"Con lo ricas que te quedan a ti las Croquetas, I prefer to break the diet." He says, grabbing a good amount of food. (With how good you make the croquetas)

You smile at him. "But your mom's are better."

"I like yours, mami." Your son says, hugging your legs.

You kneel down, giving him a kiss. "Thank you, amorcito." You smile, kissing his cheek. "Now eat your lunch, you need all the energy you can get for the game."

Pedri loves seeing you parenting your son, it was so cute to see. How your voice goes from normal to this very sweet voice.

You are also so delicate with him. Always knowing what he wants or what he says, even when he doesn't understand him, you do.

He looks for you, even at his house. If he doesn't see you, he's always mentioning his Mami. That was something that Pedri always admired about you, your dedication to your son.

Pedri helps you load the dishwasher while you organize the toys on the floor. You like this Pedri, who was talkative, who was helping you and not just answering with an emoji or leaving you on read.

"Need help with something else?" He asks you, leaving the kitchen.

"Can you put him to bed?" You ask. "I just need to prepare his school bag for tomorrow real quick."

He nods, picking your son from the couch and taking him to his room. "Papi, stay."

Pedri doesn't know what to say, he can't just invite himself. "Buaf, guapo, maybe next time."

"No, today."

He can't help but feel bad, his son is used to having only you or him. He blames himself for that, letting his ego get in the way of him.

"We need to ask mam-"

He can't even finish his sentence when his son outer the loudest scream he ever heard. "Mami!"

"Ey, chaval." Pedri tries to cover his mouth. "Para, the neighbors might hear you."

You walk upstairs after the third call you son's make you. Making you wonder what is going on.

"Si?" You ask, entering the room. "Is everything okay?"

"Si, tod-"

"Let papi stay." He smiles, hugging Pedri by the neck. "Pwease."

You sometimes struggle to understand your son, he's little and still learning to pronounce the words.

But this was too perfect for you to think he's saying something else.

"I-" You begin. Clearing your throat. "I mean, it's up to you, I don't mind." You say, trying to sound normal.

He lifts his eyebrows, silently asking you if it was really okay for him to crash over for the night. You nod, letting him know that it was really okay.

"Now, let's get you a warm bath." You smile, taking your son in your arms. "Tomorrow you have school, and Papi and I need to work."

You both do the bath routine. You can't help but wonder if this is what it would've felt if you and him worked better instead of parting ways as soon as the first problem hits.

"You can stay here, or I can prepare the guest room."

"Whatever is fine." He smiles, grabbing a book to read. "Gracias, for letting me stay."

Both of you thought that it was going to be a one-time thing, maybe he won't ask again, maybe she did it to let our son have his way.

But the reality was that Pedri decided to use those weeks that there was left until the game as an excuse on why he needed to be there.

Are you going to argue?

No, you love it.

"Lunch is ready," You announce. They were out in the patio playing with the ball. "Time out, no more playing. You two need to eat."

They sound of their laughs, the extra place on the table. It all makes you feel like you got what you wanted.

"I want ice cream."

"No, mami made us some yummy food." Pedri says, making your son stop arguing. "I want to ask you something." He says, helping you with the plates.

"Aja?" You ask, concentrated on the food.

"Do you wan-"

"Do you want rice or not?" You ask, asking before serving food. "Sorry, I cut you off."

"It's okay, and no, I eat at the club." He answers. "Do you wan-"

"Mami, can I have mac and cheese?"

"Mijo, there's chicken and rice." You say, placing the plate in front of him. "We can have that for dinner."

You sat down, remembering that Pedri hadn't had a chance to tell you what he wanted to tell you.

"Pepi, tell me what you wanted to tell me."

"Oh, si." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "I was thinking that maybe we can go out to eat tonight. The three of us, maybe somewhere where he can play."

"That sounds amazing." You smile, "He has a play date, but after that, we are free."

"Vale, I'm picking you two after that." He smiles, kissing your son's head. "See you then."

You stay happy the rest of the day. You like the idea of going out, it feels like you are a real family.

You change into something comfortable, but not to the point you look like you are home. You still manage to look casual and stylish.

The play date ended quickly. After a coffee and a good chisme from the other mom, you two parted ways into the mall.

When you get home, you have time to brush your teeth and spray some more perfume. You brush your kid's teeth, making sure he is comfortable.

Pedri picked you up only a few moments later. You open the back door, placing you kid in his chair. When you open the passenger seat door, you are welcome with a bouquet of flowers.

"Estoy esperando no haberla cagado, eh!" He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Are these still your favorite?"

"They are, gracias." You blush a little. "Where are we going?"

"Remember that place near the beach we liked when we first came to Barcelona?"

"The one with those milkshakes?" You ask, already craving one. Pedri nods, smiling at your reaction. "I haven't been there in so long."

"But nothing with milk for him." He says, whispering so your kid won't hear him. "Tomorrow's the game, and I don't want him to get sick."

You can't lie that watching Pedri share moments with your kid is something else. He was something else.

You focus on enjoying the time you have with them, hearing him talk about his day, hearing him talking like he used to when you were together.

You wished the day was longer to enjoy more time together, but sadly as the day got to an end. You know you have to go back home and prepare for the important day of your son.

You thought that this was going to be a calm day. You were going to enjoy your son and his friends.

But you feel nervous, you can't help but want his team to win and pulverize the other team. Even if you are talking about kids and not adult footballers.

"Diviértete, and please don't push anybody." Pedri says, walking to the field with your kid in his arms. "Te amo."

"What if I don't win?"

"Then we pay the referee to make you win." He jokes.

"Pedri!" You hit him in the arm. "No, amor. What really matters is for you to have fun, papi is just joking. We are not paying the referee."

"Vale, ve ahí y chuta." He says, putting him down and pushing him to go with his friends. (Go and score)

You find his parents and brother on the corner of the field. You sit with them, talking about what the expectations were for this game.

You really don't care if he wins or not, even tho a win would be amazing. You can say that he might have a very competitive gene on him. After all, Pedri can't help but want to win everything.

The game was slow, the first half was fun, but it wasn't really much to say about it. Pedri takes mental notes to help the team, calling your son over.

"Vale, do you see those kids?" He asks, turning your kid and pointing. "They are the guys that are supposed to defend, but they run with the rest. I want you to take the ball from that other kid and run as fast as you can to the goal and score."

"But if I fai-"

"If you do, then you do it again. Don't be negative about it. You have some of me in you, so I know you can do it."

He sends his kid back to his group. He knows that even if he loses, he's going to be the proudest father.

"Some of me in you." You chuckle at his statement. "He's all you, your smile, your eyes, your accent even."

"Aren't we both from the same place?" He asks, smiling. "But he has a lot of you. Your stubbornness, your crazy eye and that weird mark on your-"

"I hate you." You frown at him. "Not me saying cute things, and you saying I have a crazy eye." You say, pretending to be mad.

"Ah vale vale, we were supposed to say nice things." He lifts his hands. "Bua, I'm bad at lying." He teases you.

"That's it, you are in time out." You point at him. "Your punishment is to get me a snack over there."

Rosy is watching the two of you. She's happy that you two are finally taking over the role of parents instead of coparents.

She knows that she was out of line when she scolded Pedri about how he was, but she now sees that it was all worth it.

"Mira que si chuta y no le pega ya tendremos pa calentarlo." Fer says at you. "Maybe he's like you and Pedri when he loses, and he kicks mom's favorite flowerpot."

You remember the flowerpot. Pedri got subbed after what he called a bad performance. He was frustrated, and when you took him home, he kicked the flowerpot so hard it crashed over other plants.

Pedri arrives with your snack, passing his arm around you. "Can you believe he's old enough that we are at his football games and not the other way?"

"It's crazy," you say, feeling nostalgique. "Time does flies."

The second half starts, the game continues 0 - 0 to the dislike of everyone. You spend the rest of the game hoping for a change.

It was also about to end, only a minute or less on the clock that was placed on the grass.Pedri calls the name of your son, making signals to do what he was told. He nods, running to get the ball from the first kid.

You can't help the emotion, neither could the other parents. Yelling at your boy to run and to score.

"Chuta, joder!" Fer yells, making someone's mother correct his language.

The whole side of your team yells in happiness when the goals go in. You jump happy, hugging Rosy.

When you turn to where Pedri is, you feel two hands grabbing your cheeks. It was Pedri smashing his lips against yours.

You wrap your arms around him, too happy to care about the reactions of his parents and too into it to care that the game was over.

You two separate, smiling like crazy at each other. You go back for a peck, already missing his lips.

When your son runs to where you two are, Pedri let go of you, picking your son. He's telling him how proud he is and how happy he should be that he scored the winning goal.

You hug the two of them, giving your son a kiss on the cheek, telling him that he was amazing and that he was a champion just like his dad.

You look to Pedri, the look on his faces is not compared to anything. You haven't seen this, not even when he won everything that season.

"I love you so much." You say to your son. "I love you both so much." You smile at Pedri, getting closer to him, joining your lips in a kiss.

Gavi

"Vale, mira." He says, pointing at the goal. "You need to kick the ball there."

He places the ball in front of her, checking that it was aligned to the small goal he has at home.

"Papi, I'm tired." She argues, tired of playing football.

"We will, but first kick the ball."

He picks her up from the grass. Placing her in front of the ball. His daughter looks back at him, turning and going back to the house.

"Ey ven acá. " He says, going after her. "Let's go, one more time, and we are over."

"I'm tired, papi." She repeats.

Pablo hears the doorbell, walking outside to open the door.

"Sorry I'm late, this took more time than it should." You say.

"Come in." He says, moving to the side. "Can you believe she can't score one single goal?" He asks, frowning. "She got your feet."

"Okay, that's rude." You say, giving him a hit on the head. "I told you she doesn't like football, Pablo."

He scuffs, walking inside. "Mami's here."

She runs to you, giving you a hug. "You are so red." You say, noticing her flushed face. "Papi is making you kick the ball?"

She nods, pouting at you. "I want to go swimming with Sebas." She says, making Pablo turn his head to where you are.

He wants to ask, especially since < Sebas > is not a girl name.

"Oh, Pablo. I have the papers you asked me to bring. Let me get them." You smile, walking back to your car.

Pablo took his chance, he walked up to his daughter. "Doll, who's sebas?"

"Mami's friend, he has a big pool." She smiles.

Pablo frowns, turning back to his backyard. "I have a pool." He points at the pool.

"Si, but he has a big unicorn on the pool." She smiles.

He frowns. "I can get you one, two if you want." He kneels in front of her. "You just have to promise me not to go swimming with him anymore, because if you do, the unicorns on papi's pool are going to be sad."

She nodded, excited about the flooties he promised.

"That's my girl." He smiles, walking outside with her. "Now, let's try kicking the ball one more time, yes?"

You watch them both play outside, leaving the papers on the counter. You take your phone to answer some texts.

You didn't have anything else planned for the evening, so you were fine with watching Gavi and your daughter play.

You walk outside, seating at one of the pool chairs he has. You can't help but laugh at how funny he looks frowning when your daughter missed the goal for the third time.

"You know what, let's get you some ice cream." He says, frustrated.

He walks with her in his arm. Telling her that maybe they can try practicing another day. He knows he's maybe a little bit too hard on her about the football thing.

He wants to have something more in common with her. She has a lot of things in common with you, and football might be the only thing he can share with her.

He knows that this past weeks his schedule was too busy, not allowing him to visit her or to do more than just FaceTime.

For him, it's important that when she is visiting. She's having fun and that she enjoys being there.

"Eat your ice cream, I have to talk to mami." He says, pressing play on the movie. He walks over to where you are, seating next to you. "Did you have fun today?"

You turn to him. "I mean, would you consider doing essay research fun?"

"Ni de coña." He frowns. "I want to ask you something."

You nod, leaving your phone and paying attention to him.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You blink a few times, trying to process the question. "No?" You say, sounding more than a question. "Does it matter?"

"I just, she's saying that she loves going to this friend of yours because he has a pool, and I just." He pauses, not sure how to organize his words. "I don't want other dudes in her life. I don't want another dude teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I'm her dad."

"Well, Sebastian is my sister's boyfriend." You say, making him feel dumb. "And he is not teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I don't have anyone because I'm focusing on college and on her, but I'm not saying that if the opportunity comes I'll deny it just because you fear she might get help with her homework."

"It's not about the homework." He says. "I just don't want any other dude near my daughter."

"So I have to be alone just because you don't want her to have any male contact appart from you?"

"You don't need to have anybody, joder. I'm here for the two of you. If you want to be with someone, be with me."

You don't expect Gavi to be the one to say that. You and him haven't been together romantically since before the baby was even born.

Your sister always told you that it was pretty much dumb to have hopes to go back to a relationship with Gavi.

He was a footballer who had girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the biggest footballers in Spain at the moment.

"Papi"

You feel like your daughter could read the desperation of your thoughts and how you can't figure out how to answer.

You follow Gavi with your eyes as he goes inside the house with your daughter. You take a few more minutes before going back inside.

"Pizza or burgers?" Gavi asks her.

"Me?" She asks, making him nod. "Pizza."

"You still like the half veggie half full meat with extra cheese?" He asks.

You smile. "I actually haven't had that in so long. The last time I had it was with you, actually."

You can't help but feel excitement, he wanted you to choose him. To be together and raise your daughter like a family.

You wish you could make your sister know what happened, like a broadcast thing where she's able to hear and see that Pablo was the one finally giving that step.

< "You think that Pablo and you can be a what?"

"Can you not laugh?"

"Y/n, why would you ever think a 17 year old boy would want to get serious with the girl he got pregnant?"

"I not saying that it has to be right now, but mayb-"

"Maybe in 10 years? When you notice you gave a big part of your youth to a boy who's never going to be more than just the father of your child?"

"I think that maybe someday we can be a family." >

Maybe this is your someday.

"Next week I'm going to be in Milan, but after that I was thinking maybe you can let me have her all day this sunday?"

"Sure, I can drop her." You smile, eating a slice of pizza. "Maybe 9?"

"That works. Escuchas princesa? Pasaremos todo el domingo juntos." (You hear that, princess? We are going to spend all Sunday together)

You can't help but feel butterflies on your stomach with him now saying that he can be the one for you.

Your mind works at a million percent the whole week, you can't help but feel like everything he does or says is a signal.

Your daughter insisted on speaking to him because she refused to go to bed without saying I love you to him.

"Vale, now you need to sleep." He says, turning the light on the nightstand off. "Look, even I'm going to sleep."

Gavi was in Milan, the team was coming back in the morning because they wanted to give the team the day in Milan before coming back.

You grab the phone from her hands, walking to the balcony so you won't bother her. "She's off, thank you."

You and Gavi have been talking at night for a couple of nights in a row. It was becoming something you were looking for at the end of the day.

"My mom was at my house the other day, and she almost killed me when she found out she still sleeps with me in my room."

"If you are giving her a room, please don't paint it with the barca colors."

"Que va, I wanted to ask you to help me decorate it. Maybe a bigger bed than those kids ones, so you can crash for the night."

You can feel your smile grow. "We can talk about it when you are back."

You say goodbye, hanging up the call. You can't seem to drop the smile you have. Nothing was going to make you doubt that this was going to the way you wanted.

You know that you should wait and test the waters, but you have waited three years. You'll be fine trusting.

When Sunday finally hit, you woke up earlier than normal. Got your child ready, letting her watch a movie while you got ready.

Since Pablo was going to spend the day with her, you thought it would be an amazing idea to join them.

You have this plan in your head that with you joining Pablo will notice that you are compromised with the idea of him being back in your life.

You got yourself ready, putting on some nice clothes, doing some makeup to enhance your features, and doing a little bit more than just brushing your hair.

"Vamos, amor." You call her, turning the tv off. "Papi is waiting."

The whole drive feels quick, you have the best mood. You sing with her in the car to some of her favorite songs, making it the best of it.

"Okay, don't forget your doll." You say, fixing her hair before walking to Gavi's house.

You let her knock on the door, she was also happy that she was going to swim with him. You waited for a few minutes, knocking again because maybe he didn't hear it the first time.

You were on the third time knocking when the door opened. You would have preferred to see a sleepy Gavi or maybe for him not to open the door.

You have to wait a few minutes before answering to her. The shirt she had on was the same one you picked for his past birthday, the same one your daughter gifted him.

"Where's Pablo?" You finally ask.

"Oh, he's inside." She smiles.

You fake a smile, knowing she's not the one at fault here. "Can you call him over? Please."

"Sure, wait here."

You nod, watching him get inside the house. "Hey, bubs." You say to your daughter. "Why don't you go to the car? Mami forgot that papi wanted me to take you for breakfast before coming here."

She nods, you open the car door for her. Telling her that you were only going to take a moment and you'll be back to her.

You turn, finding Gavi looking at you. "Seriously, Pablo?"

"Joder, perdona. I got caught up last, and she was supposed to leave before you dropped her." He explains, making things worse for himself. "She's leaving, I promise."

You roll your eyes, wanting to smack his head to bring some sense into him. It's crazy how he can be so childish in the worst moments.

"I'm not doing this." You say to him.

You should know better than to be disappointed. You should know better than to feel like this was your fault.

"I'm taking her for breakfast, I'll text you when we are done so you can pick her up at the restaurant. Please take a shower and change the sheets."

"Why can't you leave her?"

You scuffed, shaking your head at how stupid he sounds. You walk over to your car, not feeling like explaining the obvious to a boy.

"Pablo." You call him before entering your car. "I don't want you to ever mention that you are < here for me >, okay? You are her dad, and I love you for that, but whatever game you are playing, it's over."

Ferran

"Why do teachers hold meetings so early?" He groans, reading the note his daughter gave him. "Why do I need to be at a 7:30 meeting with her kindergarten teacher?"

"Sucks to be you, huh?" You smirk. "It's not a meeting, you need to pick her report card."

He doesn't argue anymore. Knowing that no matter what he says, he's not winning.

"Oye, venga, why does Mister Puffy get more tea than me?"

"You ate Mister Puffy's cake."

"Pero hombre, he offered it to me."

You shake your head at them, enjoying how Ferran argues with the bear about eating the imaginary cake.

You grab your wallet and Ferran car keys. Walking to where they are, he looks comical.

The chair he's using looks like it's about to lose the fight. The tiara on his head matches the tutu on his hips.

"Do you want anything from the store?" You ask him, fixing the tiara.

"Maybe some carrots and some celery, please." He says, hand on his pockets to get his card. "Amore, do you want anything?"

"Juice." She smiles. "Pwease."

You nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back with dinner, love."

You fix her tiara, moving some of the hairs away from her face. If you love something about being a mom, it's being a girl mom.

"Can I get a kiss?" Ferran asks, trying his luck.

You turn to him, getting closer and grabbing his chin, knowing that if you let him, he'll get advantage of the situation.

You place a kiss on his cheek. You can't lie that you want more, but for now, it's all he gets.

"I'll be back. Don't burn the house." You smile, getting up. "No cookies or snacks while I'm gone. It's about to be dinner time." You warn him.

While you are gone, Ferran keeps playing to the tea party. He even got Mister Puffy to be unnivited after he drank all the tea.

He can't lie that he feels happy. You agreed to move to the house he bought you, being much closer to where he is, even agreeing to let him stay.

He got a three bedroom house, thinking that you would agree to let him stay on the spare bedroom you got.

But no, the couch he picked himself was his own torture. You purposely left the spare room not ready, wanting him to suffer a little bit more.

He wasn't going to complain. The fact that you even let him stay after bedtime was enough for him. The physio can help with the back pain later.

"Papi, I'm hungry."

"Well, me too." He chuckles, making the little girl frown at him. "You look a lot like your mami when you do that."

Thankfully for them, you walk back carrying a supermarket bag and a bag from the Chinese Restaurant you know Ferran loves.

He gets up to help you with the bags, using the opportunity to steal a kiss from you.

"That's rude." You say, moving away tying to hide the blush. "Let's go wash our hands, princesa."

You like having Ferran around more than he used to. Thanks to the small distance, he can spend more time with you two.

After dinner, he took care of getting your daughter ready for bed while you organized the pantry and clean the kitchen.

When you are done, you walk upstairs, finding Ferran reading some princess story. You knock on the door, catching his attention.

"Your blanket and pillow are ready downstairs. Also, if you need towels, they are in her bathroom if you want to take a shower."

He rolls his eyes, "You hate me, that couch is killing me."

"Try to sleep early, we need to be on time tomorrow." You smile, moving to your room.

After making sure your daughter was asleep, he went to the bathroom to take the glitter off. He changes into his clean pijama you place in the bathroom for him to change.

As much as he tries, he can't sleep on that couch. The size was a problem, the roughness of it, the cushion was to stiff.

The other problem was that if he wanted to join his daughter. The small bed wasn't much of a better option, yes it was more comfortable but not big enough for two people.

He grabs his pillow and blanket, moving upstairs to your room. He opens the door carefully, trying not to be loud.

He moves you a little to wake you up. "Five more minutes." You mumble, turning to the other side. He tries one more time, tapping on your shoulder. "What?" You ask, opening only one eye.

He can't help but laugh. "Can I sleep here?" He says with the biggest puppy eyes. "The couch is killing me."

You are too sleepy to care. Nodding and moving to the side to let him into the bed.

He knows he might get kicked out, but it's worth the try. Joining you in bed and wrapping his arms around your body.

You don't argue, feeling the warmth of his body comforting, or maybe it's his lips kissing your shoulder what's relaxing.

"Can we skip tomorrow?" He whispers in your ear.

"No." You whisper back, hearing him curse under his breath. You smile at that, enjoying the warmth you need from him.

You can't lie that he wasn't exaggerating when he used to mention that you were the reason he didn't felt like leaving the bed.

All those times he told you to give him more minutes before training is now turned to you. When you begged him to give you five more minutes, grabbing onto him to make him stay in place.

Now you are suffering from the consequences by being a few minutes later than you should.

"You are here!" You boss and friend say. "I thought you called sick. We had three people doing it."

"Oh no, I was-"

"I don't care, it's you, and I forgive you." She smiles. "Can you take care of the three year olds? I know that's where your daughter is, but I swear I can't stand the blonde mom that's there."

"Will do. Do you want me to just do it in general or one by one."

"Whatever is fine, did Mister ball came?"

You pointer towards the lined up parents. Ferran was holding your daughter while checking his phone.

She gives you a look, making you laugh as you walk into the class. You decide to call one by one.

It wasn't that long, all you have to say was, < Oh, your kid is such angel. Here's a golden star for them >

Ferran was the last one, you know that he was doing that to tease you. When he gets there with that big smirk on his face you can't help but smile.

"Señor Torres," you say, grabbing the report card. "Nice to see you here."

"Oh, my pleasure."

"Well, she's been doing her work in class, she's attentive, she's a hard worker. Wonder who she got that from."

You expect him to pull this praise speech on how she's so like him. "She's like her mom. She's the smartest, nicest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. If I can say something about her is that I'm proud our daughter is like her."

You know that it might not be the place, but you don't care. You grab his face, giving him a kiss.

"Let me take this to the principal, and we can go." You smile at him.

You grab the few report cards that were there. Giving it to your friend and telling her that there was nothing else for you.

She was okay with you leaving, as soon as there were no more parents in the area where you should be, there's no need for you to stay.

"Okay, I'm free." You say, joining them in the entrance. "What if we go for some breakfast and maybe later we can go to the store, I need some boxes."

Ferran grabs your hand, confused frown on his face. "Boxes?" He asks.

You nod. "Yes, I need them to pack the toys and everything." You explain, opening the car door for him to place your daughter on the car seat.

"Why do you want to pack them?" He asks, buckling the girl. "Where are you putting them?"

You smile at him, sometimes you wonder how he's that mindful on the field. "That way I can bring them home to you."

Fermin

"Papa."

Fermin looked up from his seat, he was entertaining his son with painting. "Wow, that's beautiful."

You had this very important project that needed your full attention. Having no other option but to ask Fermin to help you while you finish it.

It was the last project you had of the semester. After this, it was going to be easier for you to concentrate on your child.

It's been two weeks, and you are finally about to finish it. After all the stressful nights and stressful times you put Fermin through.

He was happy to help, even offering to move to his house while you worked on the project. It was easier for him to return from training and pay full attention to his son.

"Want to see mine?" He asks his son. "Mine has a son on the corner." He points to the smiling sun.

He knows he's not the best at entertaining babies. That's why when he's out of ideas, he calls his mom.

His mother makes a plan for them to do, a walk on the beach of Barcelona, a nice evening at the park, swimming in the pool.

You don't worry about what they are doing, you know that your son is secure. You trusted Fermin with any activity.

"Why don't we get you cleaned." He smiles, picking him up. "Then we can take a nap, cause honestly I need one."

"Mama"

"No, amor. Mami is busy right now, and the soonest we leave her alone is the soonest it takes to finish her work."

You hear how Fermin says this to your son. You decided to take a break, a much needed break.

"Hola, guapos." You say, hugging Fermin's back. "I missed you."

"We missed you too, mami."

"I heard you talking about a nap," you smile, pinching your son's cheek. "Can I join?"

Fermin turns, giving your head a kiss. "That sounds like a plan."

You love how Fermin gets to take care of everything. Even when the plans changed in the last minute.

He never argued about it, he just supported you.

You all moved upstairs, ready to take a well-deserved nap you all were craving. Fermin, and you don't share a room, he wanted to give you your space.

But for special occasions like this one, you all share a bed to be more comfortable. That also felt right to you.

You can't lie that these past weeks you felt the luckiest person. Not only was he helping you to an extent not every father feels like doing.

But he's also the type of guy to take you food to the room where you are studying, he takes you coffee, tea, a snack, dinner.

You worked better when he was home because he would make his mission to entertain his son to the point you have enough time to work and to even take a quick break before taking over.

When you get to present your project, you feel nervous because what if it was wrong? You don't want to disappoint everybody.

Fermin texted you a picture of your son and him, wishing you all the best. "We trust you, mami. No matter what, you are our star."

You feel the confidence taki g over you again. You know that no matter what, like his texts read, he was going to be there for you.

You walk home, bag on your arm. You can't wait to take the heels off and to put something more comfortable.

"Hey!" He calls from the kitchen. "We are eating our snack, want some?"

"I was thinking that maybe we can go out later." You say, walking to where he is.

"You okay?" He asks, worried about your blank expression.

You shake your head, trying so hard to hide your smile. "More than okay, I'm fantastic. The professor loved my project so much."

Fermin smiles, getting closer to you. "I'm so proud of you. We both are." He says, giving your cheek a kiss. "You hear that, buddy? Mami got her project approved."

"So, do you want to go out to celebrate?"

"Joder, I more than anything want to."

You both finish with the snack, moving to your rooms to change into something more appropriate for the evening.

You kept it casual formal, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual. It was the perfect middle.

Fermin got a call from his mother, trying to check on him and the baby. She knows sometimes he oversleep, so she's making sure they're awake.

When she hears the news about your project, she gets happy. She likes you a lot and she's always happy about your achievements.

"Okay, talk to you later, kiddos." She says, waving at the camera. "Love you, have fun."

You wave her back, moving one arm of your kid to say goodbye too. You love the small laughs that come out of him.

You order some food, talking about his day. What's next for him in the season, what's next for the next season, everything basically.

"I was wondering something." He says, leaving the fork and knife. "I know that this project is over and that maybe you want to go back to having your own place."

You nod, not because you agree but to show him that you were paying attention. You can't lie that being together was fun.

"I want you to move permanently to my house." He drops the bomb.

"Are you sure?" You ask, scared that maybe he's just used to having you and not because he really thought about it.

"More than sure, I know that I want to have you both with me at all times." He smiles, grabbing your hand. "I also want to ask you something."

"Tell me, you know you can tell me anything." You smile, thumb caressing his hand.

"I want us to try being together. I love you and our son. We are young, yes, but I know that if we both want to, we can do this."

You smile, moving your hand from his. You close the distance between you two, giving him a kiss as an answer.

"I want that, Fer." You smile. "I love you."

"And I love you, guys."

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl

[vicolette]

HIII I've been thinking about ferran a lot latelyy! can you give me some fluff with ferran and reader as friends, but maybe with mutual pining? :3

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, had no idea what mutual pining was…, not proofread.

"So, what do you wanna order?"

The familiar voice of one of your mutual friends was audible as he looked up from the menu, only to see you staring at Ferran, who was talking about his new collection of shark plushies. As you occasionally nodded, you didn’t even notice how the waitress was behind you, waiting to take your orders for your drinks.

"Uh, guys..?" Another friend spoke up as they all waited for you two to stop repeating your inside jokes all the time. It took them a while, before Raphinha hit Ferran in the head and gestured at the waitress.

"Oh! I would like a small cappuccino, thanks." He said, as if he wasn’t just slapped in the back of his head, before returning his full attention towards you. Meanwhile, you could barely maintain your laughter at how Ferran completely dismissed the fact that Raphinha was irritated by your obviously love for each other.

"Uhm, I want a-" Hesitation lingered in your voice as you gave it some thought, having completely forgotten the fact that you needed to look into the menu. Ferran was quick to help you by giving you his menu, letting you know the options. "Just some water. Sparkling, please."

"Sparkling water coming right up…" The waitress said as she noticed how you two went quiet for a while, probably having now realized just how loud you both had been. Loud wasn’t the suiting word for it, but flirting definitely was.

As the time passed and everyone had placed their orders, you two went back to joking about anything and everything, talking about your interests as if this wasn’t a friend group out for a dinner. Fermin, who had the disadvantage of sitting beside you, just sighed in defeat as he had to listen to Ferran ramble about his experience with Formula 1 and you asking all sorts of questions.

"Oh my god..." Fermin quietly muttered, mostly to himself, while he gave Raphinha a look of disbelief. He had to endure hearing the couple talk about whatever they wanted, and it was not funny. "Shut up, lovebirds."

One single word managed to pull you out of your trace as you snapped your head to come face to face with Fermin, who didn’t even realize that something was wrong. Ferran, too, raised an eyebrow at what his friend had just said. "What d'ya say?"

"I said 'shut up', you deaf people." It did even seem to bother anyone as they witnessed the duo being a bit too flustered for their own good, wondering what the mistake or misunderstanding was. "Can’t you hear?"

"Me and Y/n?" Ferran whispered under his breath as he took Moment to realize the weight of these words, feeling his cheeks get warmer by each passing second. Just then, the waitress returned and placed his cup of cappuccino down, all while he spoke up once again. "We… we aren’t, like, together-"

"What?!" By accident, Raphinha raised his voice as his wife quickly calmed him down, before realizing what he had said. Silence stretched over before the captain of the team noticed the waitress' confused expression, pointing at her. "See! Even she-"

"Raphinha!" Natalie shook him by his shoulder and made him stop pointing like a like child, apologizing repeatedly to the waitress while she gave everyone else their drinks and and left with an awkward smile. All while Fermin was trying to process the moment, even gossiping with his own girlfriend about the matter.

Berta just listened for a second, since she had been too busy messaging her friends for a little while, before she straightened her back and then leaned forward to look at you. "You two aren’t dating?"

"What? No!" You spoke up, extremely confused as to why everyone knew about your embarrassing crush on Ferran. Nobody knew – well, nobody, except for your best friend, who had fallen ill and had cancelled their invitation at last second. "How do you guys come up with that?"

"Oh." Pedri made a sound right in front of the both of you, making both Ferran and you snap your heads to look at him. He glanced at Gavi for a second, then spoke up again, as if it was nothing but a mere conclusion. "You guys are in love."

Raphinha had to stifle his laughter as he heard a friend let out a shaky exhale, seeing how everyone was trying their absolute best to not be too loud.

"We aren’t-" Before you could even defend yourself, you got confused and looked at Ferran, as of he had a clue about what to say. "Wait, are you in love with me?"

"I mean… yeah, who isn’t?" He admitted without any shame, watching as your movements halted for a second. At that exact moment, he realized his mistake when Gavi snorted, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment. "And you? Are you, like, in love with me?"

"This is so embarrassing, but yeah." Ferran nodded for a second too long before he parted his lips in shock, pointing at himself as you awkwardly confirmed the statement. Fermin patted his shoulder, expecting a thank you from the both of you for getting you two to confess your love for one another, yet he merely heard silence.

Silence, as in you both were speaking, but were happily smiling at each other like lovesick fools (which you were) and also hesitating to hold hands. After a while, you both decided to keep it beneath the table, acting like no one else had realized it.

"Alright, alright, changing the subject." Raphinha said while wiping a tear of joy away from his eye, opening his menu to firstly let Natalie look at it and then return his attention to the group. "What do you guys want to eat?"

However, it seemed like everyone but the new couple got the hint as Ferran just grinned at you, resembling a little boy who had nothing else to do but to stare at your mesmerizing eyes. Without even knowing what the topic was, he spoke up without any hesitation in his words.

"You, preciosa."

– A/N : my fav shark!1!!!1!1!1! Also idk if this is good, sorry😭

[coolemmasulivan2]

You're the Worst (But Come Get Me)

Pairing: Ferran Torres x Reader

Summary: Ferran teases you during your "me time" and you give him the silent treatment. But when your car breaks down the next morning, he's still the first person you call.

Word count: 1226

Author's note: First time writing for Ferran. Let me know how I did!

Que tu cuerpo e' mi lugar favorito Y tu boca, mi comida favorita Porque tú ere' lo que yo necesito Porque yo soy lo que tú necesitas

It had all started over something stupid, the night before.

He knew it was stupid, he was aware, in the way only someone who had spent the last few years dating a woman with the patience of a saint and the zero-tolerance policy of a nurse working back-to-back shifts could be.

The night before, you'd come home tired, already peeling off your shoes before the door shut. He had just come back from training, full of energy from practice and zero awareness of volume.

You made tea, grabbed your blanket, and turned on your favorite show, the one you'd been looking forward to all day. It was your "do not disturb" time.

But of course, he'd disturbed.

Approaching you from behind the sofa, he cupped your jaw making you look up at him and kissed you passionately. His lips always took your breath away, but this was not his time.

You pushed him away, breaking the kiss. "Guapo, stop it." You said, looking back at the TV. (Handsome)

He flopped down beside you on the sofa, his hair still damp from the shower and a protein bar in his hand.

"¿Qué es este?" He asked, eyes on the screen and an arm over the back of the grey sofa. "Wait, is this the one where the twin brother ends up being the killer?" (What's this one?)

She stared at him, mouth opened in disbelief. "Ferran!!!"

He laughed at her reaction. "Lo siento, no sabía que no lo habías visto todavía." (I'm sorry, I didn't know that you hadn't watched it yet.)

"Today is the first time I sat on this sofa this week, when could I have watched it?"

"Well, I just summarised it to you. Now you know who's the killer and you don't need to waste your time watching it." He smirked and played with the hem of your t-shirt. "Maybe... deberíamos desperdiciar nuestro tiempo en actividades más productivas." (We should waste our time doing more productive activities.)

You stared at gin and without a word, stood up, took your tea, and walked away.

"Wait, babe, I'm sorry! You're not really mad, are you?" He waited for a response, but nothing, just the sound of the bedroom door closing. "Okay, you're doing the silence thing again. Shit!" He said to himself.

You woke up with his arm slung over your waist, his face buried in your hair.

The room was quiet, only the sound of the rain tapping against the window.

He was warm against you.Normally, your loved mornings like this. You would've rolled over, tucked yourself closer into his chest, and let yourself have just ten more minutes.

But not today.

You shifted slowly, pulling yourself out of his arm and slipping from the bed.

He stirred a little but didn't wake up, instead he let out a soft sigh and rolled toward the warmth you left behind.

You got dressed quietly and tiptoed downstairs into the kitchen. Your shift didn't start for over an hour, but you’d planned to stop by the grocery store first and then straight to the clinic. Easy!

The rain was heavier, by the time you finished shopping. You loaded the bags into the back seat and climbed into the car. But as you pressed the start button... Nothing.

"Are you serious right now?" You muttered.

You tried again. Still nothing. Just that sickly clicking noise and a dashboard that refused to light up.

You groaned and sat there in the quiet for a long moment, forehead against the wheel, before sighing and pulling out your phone.

The phone rang three times, before he picked it up.

"…Hello?" His voice was thick with sleep. Low, scratchy, confused. You were still annoyed with him, but the fact that you had woken him up, broke your heart.

"My car won't start!" You said flatly.

"You've broken your vow of silence." He said smugly. "¡Gané!". Silence. Then a slight shift in his tone. "You want me to come get you?" (I win!)

"No." You said sarcastically. "I just called to hear your sleepy nonsense."

He chuckled, voice gravelly but warming. "Love when you're sassy! Where are you?" You told him where you were. "I'll be there in ten." You thanked him and hung up before he could say anything else.

He pulled into the parking lot in nine minutes flat and parked next to you.

You grabbed the shopping bags from the back seat, placing them in Ferran's car.

You got into the car and rolled your eyes, seeing the smug smile on his face. In back joggers and a hoodie, he looked like he'd rolled out of bed and driven still half asleep.

Without saying anything, he handed you a steaming to-go cup of coffee.

"I added extra sugar." He said. "Figured that was appropriate."

She took a sip. "It's awful."

"But you're drinking it." He glanced sideways, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "You still mad about last night?"

"Yes!"

"Pero igual me llamaste." (But you still called me.)

"You were convenient."

"Ouch." He clutched his chest. "You wound me."

They drove in silence for a while, the rain drumming steadily on the windshield.

He kept glancing sideways at you, waiting for a smile, a glare, something. But you kept sipping your too-sweet coffee, looking out the window.

Trying his luck, he placed his hand over yours.

You looked down, before giving him a look. "Take your hand off, Torres!"

He only squeezed your hand, bringing it to him and kissing it. "Eres tan mala, hermosa. Ya te dije que lo siento." You only rolled your eyes. (You're so mean, beautiful. I said I was sorry.)

When you pulled into the clinic parking lot, he didn't let go of your hand.

"Ferran, I have to go."

He tilted his head slightly, lips twitching. “Can I kiss you or are you still pretending you don't miss me?"

"When you get home, don't forget to take the bags out of the car." You said, ignoring his question and reaching for the door.

"Wait." He said. You looked at him. "¡Por favor, solo un beso!" His voice lower now, softer. (Please, just a kiss!)

You didn't say anything. But didn't move away either. He tilted his head, lips just barely a breath from yous.

And then, at the last second, you turned your head, letting his kiss land on your cheek.

He pulled back slowly. "Oh no. You're not doing that."

His hand slid behind your neck, warm, his fingers brushing the edge of your hair. He pulled you toward him and kissed you passionately.

And even though you were still annoyed, you kissed him back right away.

Because you always did.

His mouth on yours felt like home. Like something you didn't want to admit you needed every damn day.

When you broke apart, your foreheads rested together. Your hand curled in his hoodie, anchoring him to you without a word.

He grinned, smug again. "See? You like me better when I shut you up."

"Te odio!" You muttered. (I hate you!)

"También te quiero." (I love you too.")

You groaned and opened the door. "Drive safe, idiot."

He reached across, tugged your wrist and stole one more kiss before you could climb out.

"Have a nice day, love."

You walked off shaking your head, but you couldn't hide the smile.

[the-offside-rule]

Ferran Torres (FCBarcelona) - Frustration

Requested: yes

Prompt: 24) "Let me taste you."

Warnings: smut, edging, nipple play, oral (m&f receiving), rough s€x

The sun had just begun to set when Y/n arrived home, exhausted and frazzled from a long day at university. It had been a hectic week, with a major project deadline looming over her head, leaving her stressed and in desperate need of a release. As she unlocked the door to her apartment, a familiar scent greeted her—the tantalizing aroma of her favorite takeaway, a surprise from her boyfriend, Ferran. He stood there, tall and handsome, dressed in the sleek gray suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, a sight that usually made her heart flutter. But tonight, her desires burned with a different kind of hunger.

Ferran's eyes lit up at the sight of her, his smile warm and inviting. "Hola, amor. I thought we could have a romantic dinner before heading out for our date. I ordered your favourite." He gestured towards the table, where a steaming bag of takeaway awaited. Y/n's gaze, however, was fixed on Ferran, her eyes smoldering with unspoken desire. She tossed her bags carelessly to the side, her movements purposeful. "Fuck the food." She murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. "I need you."

Ferran's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Con ganas está noche, eh?" Without another word, Y/n closed the distance between them, her hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. She began pushing him towards her bedroom, not even bothering to close the door behind her. If her roommate came in, what of it? She fumbled for a moment, her fingers trembling with eagerness, before giving up and ripping the buttons open, exposing his smooth chest. Ferran let out a surprised laugh, but any further protest died on his lips as Y/n dropped to her knees.

Her hands encircled his hardening cock through his pants, and she looked up at him with a sultry smile. With slow, deliberate movements, she undid his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing length. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Ferran groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ferran fell back onto the armchair behind him, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. Y/n's mouth worked feverishly, her hands stroking the length of his cock, her fingers massaging his balls. His fingers found her hair, grabbing them and pushing her head down further, hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. She could feel his control slipping, and she wanted to push him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust into her mouth, Ferran's hips bucked, and he came with a hoarse cry, his warm cum shooting down her throat. Y/n savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. Gasping for breath, Ferran reached down and pulled her up, his hands roaming over her body. "Que ángelica." Ferran sighed, but Y/n wasted no time, shoving her panties to the side and straddling him, her wetness already soaking through her thin lace underwear. She guided his still-hard cock to her entrance, and with a swift, fluid motion, she impaled herself on him, taking him deep inside her.

"Fuck, I needed this." She moaned, her hips rolling as she began to ride him. Ferran's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as she bounced on his lap. Her breasts heaved with each thrust, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her top. Ferran's eyes were wild, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You feel so good. " He managed to say, his voice hoarse. Y/n began riding herself harder off of him, his words of praise sending shivers through her. She needed this, needed him, and as she rode him harder, her body demanded release. Ferran's hands moved to her hips, guiding her as she slammed down onto his cock, their bodies slapping together in a frenzied rhythm.

With a strangled cry, Ferran's hips jerked, and he came again, his hot cum filling her. Y/n cried out, her body clenching around him, her orgasm building as she rode out his release. She collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in short pants, her body trembling. "I'm so sorry, amor." Ferran whispered, his hands stroking her hair. "Don't be." She replied, her voice breathless. "I wanted this. I needed you." He pressed a gentle kiss onto the tip of her nose as their forehead rested against eachothers.

Ferran lifted her up, his strength surprising her, and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. With gentle hands, he began to undress her, his lips trailing kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone. He unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lace bra, and with a growl, he ripped it off, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. Y/n arched her back, her hands running through his hair, urging him on. Ferran's lips traveled down her torso, kissing and sucking on her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached her panties, and with a playful glint in his eye, he bit the fabric, tugging it slowly, revealing her glistening pussy.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive folds. "he whispered, his fingers stroking her inner thighs. "Let me taste you." Y/n moaned as his tongue flicked out, teasing her clit, making her squirm. He licked her slowly, his tongue delving into her wetness, his fingers joining in, massaging her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Sabe tan dulce." He groaned. She was on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Ferran." She begged, her voice hoarse. "I need more." Ferran obliged, his fingers plunging into her, his thumb rubbing her clit in firm circles. Y/n's hips bucked off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she came closer and closer to her orgasm, but suddenly he stopped. Her head shot up seeing Ferran up on the edge of the bed, pushing her legs apart. "Eres tan grosero. Podrías haberme dejado terminar." She whimpered. "La paciencia es una virtud." He replied.

Ferran positioned himself between her thighs, his cock sliding along her wet slit. She visibly shivered, making Ferran's cocky smirk even wider. With a swift thrust, he filled her again, his eyes never leaving hers. He lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder, leaving one to hang off the edge of the bed and lifting her up to be closer to his chest, before he set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers, his balls slapping against her ass. "Oh God, Ferran!" Y/n cried out, her nails digging into his back, leaving red marks in their wake. "Fuck me harder!"

Ferran complied, his primal instincts taking over. He pounded into her, his cock hitting her sweet spot with each thrust, driving her wild. Y/n's body tightened around him, her orgasm building again, her screams filling the room. Ferran's control snapped, and he came unexpectedly, his hot cum filling her once more. He collapsed onto her, his breath ragged, his body trembling. "Lo siento...again." He panted into her neck. Y/n giggled, her body still humming with pleasure. "It's okay, I loved it. But I'm not done yet." She pushed him off gently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to see us fuck in the mirror."

Ferran grinned, his cock already responding to her words. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, and positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips, guiding his cock to her entrance, and with one smooth motion, he slid into her, their reflection in the full-length mirror giving them a perfect view. Ferran pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers leaving imprints on her soft skin. Y/n's eyes were locked on their reflection, watching as Ferran's cock disappeared into her with each thrust, her breasts swaying with the force.

As Ferran's pace quickened, Y/n's moans grew louder, her body already sensitive from their previous encounters. Ferran reached around, his hand covering her mouth, muffling her cries as he fucked her from behind, their bodies a blur in the mirror. "Don't cum yet." he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You will learn to be patient." Y/n's body tightened around him, her orgasm building to a crescendo, but she held it for him. Ferran's hand moved from her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair, as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He bit down gently, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, as he thrust into her one final time, his cock pulsing, but he didnt want it to be over yet. Y/n collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. "Why did you stop?" She whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. "Not yet." Ferran said, his voice husky. "We need to get you cleaned up."

He helped her to her feet, and they made their way to the bathroom, their bodies still sticky with sweat and cum. Y/n leaned against the sink, her legs trembling, as Ferran stood behind her, his hands on her hips. "Now, you can watch yourself in the mirror." He whispered, his cock nudging at her entrance. "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you cum." Y/n's eyes locked on her reflection, her face flushed, her hair wild. Ferran slid into her, his cock filling her once more, and began to move, his pace slow and deliberate. Y/n's eyes never left her own image, her hands reaching down to rub her clit, her back arching as she met his thrusts.

Ferran's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his fingers rolling her nipples as he fucked her from behind. Y/n's moans filled the bathroom, her body on the brink of another climax. Just as she was about to cum, Ferran pulled out, his hand reaching around to stroke her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. "Not yet, but soon. I promise." He whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to watch you, but not through a mirror." He turned her around, listing her up onto the sink, the cool marble contrasting with their heated bodies. Ferran lifted her leg, hooking it around his waist, and slid into her, their reflections distorted by the steamy glass behind them.

Ferran's thrusts were hard and deep, his cock hitting her G-spot with each stroke, sending Y/n into a frenzy. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, mixing with her own juices, as he pounded into her, their bodies a blur in the steamy mirror. "Cum with me." Ferran growled, his voice thick with desire. "Scream my name."

Y/n's body tightened around him, her orgasm building to an explosive peak. Ferran's hips jerked, his cock throbbing inside her, as they both cried out, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.

Y/n's body gave out, and Ferran pulled her closer, his strong arms holding her up. He turned on the shower and walked in, the water cascading over their bodies, washing away the sweat and cum. "Another round in the shower?" She chuckled. Ferran laughed back. "Maybe tomorrow, amor." Y/n bit her lip, shaking her head and kneeling down in front of him. "But how else would I thank you?" She asked, her eyes fluttering up at him. "We have a lot of Chinese food out on that table. I think that'd make more sense." Y/n groaned but got up. "Okay, okay. Sounds good."

He carried her back to the bedroom, their limbs entwined, and helped her into her pajamas, his gentle touch contrasting with their earlier passion. He then brought the food into the bedroom, sitting down beside her and helping himself to food. "I didn't think I'd be this hungry." Y/n mumbled as Ferran flicked through the TV stations. "Well, you would be after what we did."

They lay together, their legs entwined, Ferran's hand squeezing her thigh every so often, her head resting on his shoulder as the pair refuelled after the events of the evening had left them both exhausted but satisfied.

[tgrs10]

Sealed In| FERRAN TORRES⁷ [001]

MASTERLIST (N/A)

⤑ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩| 1,056

⤑ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮| You and Ferran celebrate your wedding night the only way you know how. (REQ)

⤑ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | SMUT 18+!!, Unprotected, Oral sex (Female receiving), praise kink.

The door clicked shut behind you, sealing the two of you into a perfect little world of silence and soft candlelight. Ferran didn’t speak at first, he just looked at you, taking you in like he still couldn’t believe you were real. His hair was messy from hours of dancing, his shirt half-untucked, the top buttons undone to reveal warm, golden skin. He looked devastatingly handsome, but it was the way he was looking at you that melted your heart, like you were something precious.

"Mi esposa," Ferran said after a beat, voice rough and low, and you couldn’t help but laugh, breathless, disbelieving. "You’re going to say that every five minutes, aren’t you?" you teased, stepping into him. His hands found your waist immediately, pulling you flush against him. "Get used to it, cariño," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I’m not gonna stop reminding you." You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, your chest tightening at the softness there. "I love you so much."

"I love you," Ferran said fiercely, like he needed you to know it, like it wasn’t enough to just say it once. His hands slid down your back, his thumbs tracing slow circles through the thin material of your dress. "And tonight," he whispered softly "I’m gonna show you just how much."

You barely had time to respond before his mouth was on yours, kissing you slow, deep, thorough, like he had all the time in the world. You clutched at him, fingers digging into his shoulders, the silk and weight of him grounding you, every touch careful and reverent, making your heart ache in the sweetest way. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered against your lips. "My wife." You laughed against his mouth, feeling drunk on him, something you had been feeling for years.

Ferran groaned softly, pulling back just enough to unzip your dress and let it fall to the floor with a whisper of silk. You stood before him in nothing but delicate lace, and the way he looked at you, like he was starving, made your whole body heat under his gaze. "You’re never getting this off me," Ferran said hoarsely, his fingers skimming over the straps of your lingerie. "Never. Fuck."

He scooped you up easily, carrying you the few steps to the bed. "No more standing," he murmured as he laid you down like something precious. "I’m taking care of everything tonight."

You watched, your chest heaving, as he stripped down, first his shirt, then his pants, until he was gloriously naked in the low light. His body was all sleek muscle, his cock heavy and flushed against his stomach, and you whimpered at the sight of him. He leaned down, his breath warm against your skin. "You’re making it hard to think straight."

His mouth crashed onto yours again, urgent now, devouring. His hands moved everywhere,  cupping your breasts, sliding down your stomach, parting your thighs with commanding ease. He kissed down your body, his lips hot, his touch possessive, as if every inch of you belonged to him. When his mouth finally found you between your legs, you cried out, your hands flying into his hair.

He groaned against your slick folds, his tongue laving slow, cruel circles around your clit, making you writhe under him. Two fingers slid inside you easily, curling perfectly as he worked you with precision, forcing your body to arch in response.

"You taste so fucking good," Ferran muttered, his voice thick and dark between licks. "Could spend the whole night right here." He didn’t slow down, working you relentlessly, his pace steady and unforgiving until your thighs trembled and your body shattered, the pleasure crashing through you in waves. You screamed his name, your fingers tightening in his hair, your body helpless beneath him.

When you collapsed against the sheets, boneless and gasping, Ferran kissed his way back up your body, his cock dragging heavily against your thigh. "Need you," you gasped, nails digging into his back. "Please, Ferran."

"You have me," he whispered fiercely, his voice laced with desire. He didn’t make you wait. Lining himself up, he thrust into you with a slow, devastating stroke, filling you completely. You gasped, the stretch delicious, Ferran groaning low in his throat as he bottomed out. "So fucking tight," he muttered against your neck, beginning to move, slow, deep thrusts that hit you just right, dragging desperate sounds from your throat.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more, needing more. He shifted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making the bed creak under you both. The rhythm he set was punishing, deep, relentless, his body heavy and hot over yours, his mouth leaving hungry kisses along your neck, your jaw, your lips.

"Taking me so good, cariño," he panted into your ear. "So perfect. My perfect girl." You were close again, pleasure coiling tight in your belly, your nails clawing at his shoulders as you chased it. "Come with me," Ferran growled, thrusting harder, deeper. "Want to feel you when I come inside you."

The filthy words tipped you over the edge, you shattered again with a cry, your pussy clenching down hard around him. Ferran cursed under his breath, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a few more rough, frantic strokes, he came deep inside you, groaning your name, filling you with hot, pulsing waves.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, you were just tangled up together, sweaty, gasping, Ferran's full weight pressing you deliciously into the bed. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured after a beat, voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath, a lazy, blissful smile curving your lips. Ferran shifted just slightly, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, looking down at you with a gleam in his eye.

"Another round?" he asked, grinning wickedly. You huffed a breathless laugh, feeling his cock still semi-hard, twitching inside you. "Give me two minutes," you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around his back. Ferran laughed low in his chest, kissing you deeply, and you knew he fully intended to do exactly that.

[universefcb]

hiii can u please do a ferran x reader where the reader is struggling financially and the reader is too shy to tell him incase anyone thinks she's using him for his money, thank uuuu

LOVE FOREVER, FERRAN TORRE.

→ Pairing: Ferran Torre X fem!reader

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Confort.

→ Author's note: He is so underrated, handsome and cute.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

You always tried to hide it. Shyness was your shield, but also your prison—especially when it came to money. Going through financial difficulties was something you didn’t know how to share, much less with Ferran Torres, who seemed to have everything so under control.

You met naturally, through laughter and light conversation, and he was always kind and attentive. But little by little, that doubt began to grow in your chest: does he distrust you? Does he think you are only around him for the money? And worse, has he ever thought about distancing himself because of it?

You avoided expensive dates, always suggesting simple plans, but when he insisted on paying, you accepted, knowing that you couldn't afford everything on your own. But the guilt ate away at you.

One Saturday afternoon, after training, Ferran sent a message:

“Do you want to come over to my house? I made a dish you like.”

You hesitated. It was so tempting, and at the same time, your fear of exposing yourself grew.

But he ended up giving in.

When he arrived, he was smiling, simple, as always. They sat on the sofa, the smell of food still in the air.

He stared at you, worried.

“You act different... are you okay? You can talk to me, you know?” He said, his voice soft.

His heart raced. Did he notice? It hurt.

You took a deep breath.

“Not really. I’ve been having some... financial problems.”

He frowned, but didn't pull away the hand holding his.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was… using you. Or that I needed help just for the money. I’m afraid of that.”

Ferran squeezed her hand tighter, his eyes full of affection.

“I'm with you because I like you, not because of what you have or don't have. I don't want you to carry this alone.”

You felt the knot in your chest loosen.

“It’s hard for me to talk about it. I’ve always been embarrassed.”

He smiled.

“So let’s face it together. Whatever you need, I want to help. No judgment.”

You smiled shyly, feeling for the first time that you weren’t alone. The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that calms, that allows words to settle, that allows the heart to reorganize itself. Ferran never let go of your hand, and you felt the warmth of his fingers like an anchor. He always had that gift: making even chaos seem less noisy when he was around.

“Thank you for not making this a burden,” you murmured, your voice weak.

He gave a slight sideways smile and shook his head.

No, Baby, it's a favor. Not even an exchange. It's care.”

The word “baby” hit you with unexpected force. You hadn't said that yet, not like that. But it sounded natural coming out of his mouth, as if it had been there for a while, just waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

You swallowed hard, trying not to let the tears escape. But Ferran noticed, he always noticed. He lifted his hand and touched your face gently, his thumb caressing the skin near your eyes.

“Do you really think I would care if you had money or not? Do you think that changes the way I feel?”

You shook your head in denial, but the truth was that, for a long time, you had thought so. The difference in worlds between you seemed insurmountable at times. You came from a reality where saving was the rule, and he came from a universe where a spontaneous dinner in another country was not absurd.

But there, with that look so sincere, so unfiltered, you felt small for having doubted him.

“It’s just… sometimes I don’t feel like I’m enough,” you confessed. “Like I’m always owing you something. Like it’s only a matter of time before you realize you deserve someone better.”

Ferran stepped closer, his knees now touching yours, and the expression on his face was firm.

“Hey. You are everything. I never thought of looking for someone 'better'. You understand what's important. You have sensitivity, you have strength, you have character. You care about people, even when you're scared. That's worth more to me than any bank account.”

You smiled, small, feeling your chest tighten again — but this time, with relief. For being seen, heard. For not having to pretend anymore.

“And look,” he continued, amused, “you have the worst taste in pizza. And yet, I’m still here. That must count for something.”

You let out a real laugh, finally.

“You who don’t know how to appreciate a good pizza with pineapple.”

“That’s not even pizza, that’s heresy.”

The two of them laughed, and the dark heaviness that had started the night dissipated a little. Like a cloudy sky being swept away by a calm wind. Ferran stood up and extended his hand to you.

“Come. I want to show you something.”

You took his hand, curious. You followed him through the house to the small room where he kept his mementos—trophies, childhood photos, old T-shirts. He opened one of the drawers and took out a small wooden box.

“It’s not a ring, before you think,” he teased, noticing her apprehensive look.

Inside was a small silver chain with a discreet pendant: a circle with two intertwined hands. You looked at it, surprised.

“It’s kind of silly, but...” He scratched the back of his neck, a little shy for the first time. “When I was a kid, my grandmother gave me this. She said it was for when I found someone I wanted to share everything with. Fear, joy, the future.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart beat wildly.

“I want you to be with me. Not because I want to 'buy' you or compensate you for anything. But because you are that person, for me.”

His eyes were steady on yours. And everything you had felt before—shame, insecurity, the fear of seeming self-interested—was being erased by the soft light of truth between you.

You held the pendant, feeling the cool metal between your fingers. It was small, simple... but it meant the world.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing with the chain.

You nodded, and he came to you, with all the delicacy in the world, placing the necklace around your neck. His touch on the back of your neck was as soft as the breeze that came in through the open window.

When he finished, he placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you for what seemed like an eternity.

“You don’t have to face this alone anymore. Ever.”

His words echoed in her mind like a calm, steady whisper, sealing something much greater than fleeting promises. Ferran didn’t just say he was there—he proved it. With every gesture, with every look, he built a safe space around him. A home outside the walls.

Your heart felt so full that you could barely respond. The necklace rested on your skin as a physical reminder of that moment, of that silent surrender that came from deep within him—and now, from deep within you, too.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “For seeing me when I can’t see myself.”

He smiled, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes.

“I see you all the time, baby.”

And then the silence returned. Not the silence of fear or insecurity—but the silence that precedes something inevitable. Ferran approached you slowly, as if he were asking you with his body, without words. The distance between you was reduced to a few centimeters, and you didn’t back away.

Your gaze fell to his mouth. Half-open, soft, like everything about him. You had imagined this moment before, but never like this, never with so much meaning behind it. It wasn't just a kiss. It was the beginning of an entire surrender.

And he kissed you.

At first, it was gentle—a tender, careful touch of lips, as if he were thanking you for trusting him. But soon it became firmer, more urgent, as if now that he had started, he didn’t know how to stop. His hands moved up to your face, his fingers stroking your jaw while his thumb rested beneath your chin, guiding the kiss with precision and tenderness.

You responded with the same intensity, gripping the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, pulling him closer. It was as if all the weight you had been carrying before was dissolving there, between Ferran's lips. He made you feel whole, desired, enough.

His taste was warm, familiar, and his ragged breaths mingled with yours. The kiss was slow, but full of feeling. As if he was trying to convey to you everything he couldn't put into words. And you understood—every gesture, every pause, every return to the touch of his lips.

He pulled his mouth away for a second, only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“I like you just the way you are. With your doubts, your quiet courage... with everything you are,” he whispered.

You smiled, your eyes filled with tears, and pulled him back in for another kiss. This time, softer, longer. No rush. No fear.

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[justageekk]

IN WHERE : having sex with the fc barcelona boys.

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x fc barcelona boys

INCLUDES : hector fort, fermin lopez, pedri gonzales, ferran torres, alejandro balde, pau cubarsi

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: smut.

request open!

HECTOR FORT:

Hector is pretty easygoing when it comes to sex, well, it depends on the day. If he's tired but also horny, he can go slow and deep while pulling your hair from behind.

But if he comes home angry, it's a different story; he prefers to go fast and rough, making your bodies collide, echoing in your room.

Hector is also a fan of fucking with Anuel's music playing in the background, especially. Hector gets turned on, and if you fuck with Anuel's "Or Nah," ugh, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

FERMIN LOPEZ:

Fermin does it however you ask: fast, slow, hard, soft, however you want and whenever you want, but his favorite is fucking before and after games.

Before games, it's like good luck; after games, it depends on how the team did. If things go badly, he gets even and fucks you hard. If they win, he does it quickly and with kisses.

PEDRI GONZALES:

Pedri is a madman when it comes to sex. Anywhere, anytime, but with you and only with you.

Tongue, fingers, he knows how to use everything at his disposal.

Pedri likes rough sex, pulling your hair, telling you what to do, controlling your orgasm, or simply anything that involves him dominating you.

FERRAN TORRES:

Ferran is a serious man when it comes to sex. He seeks to take you to the limit, until you even forget your name. He likes a good, hard fuck.

Nothing better than watching your wife squirm for you while you fuck her. He loves it, especially if you moan his name, begging for more of him.

Like Fermin: he fucks you before the games for his good luck. It's a quickie, and after the game, you can continue.

ALEJANDRO BALDE:

Alejandro is playful. He likes to talk during sex and laugh at you. He also controls your orgasm or just lets you want it and that's it.

Could say he likes it when you beg him or tell him how good he feels. He's satisfied with that and loves the little voice you make while you tell him.

PAU CUBARSI:

Cuba is a sweet guy. He likes to kiss you while you're doing it and occasionally laugh at the sounds of pleasure you make.

Pau likes flattery. Fuck him while telling him he's a handsome guy, and he'll do it with even more desire and talent. If you like, you can pull his hair or bite his shoulder; it turns him on because he knows he's doing it right.

If you ask him, he can be rough, but he has a hard time treating you badly or talking dirty to you. He can't; he's too embarrassed.

❝ justageekk, 2025 ❞

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[paucubarsisimp]

rainy days

pairings: pablo gavi x reader, ferran torres x reader, pedri x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, lamine yamal x reader, hector fort x reader

summary: rainy day snuggles with your boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: it was so fun doing this collab with you, soph!! tysm girl, ily <33 @obvithe-bestsoph

pablo gavi (soph's version)

outside, the streets glistened wet and slick under the steady rain. inside pablo’s apartment, the world was softer, filled with warmth, the quiet hum of the heater, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air.

you sat curled up on the floor next to him, your back resting against the couch as pablo fiddled with the cord of a knitted blanket, pulling it free and spreading it carefully over your legs.

he looked up with a small smile, eyes bright despite the gray outside. “this is exactly what i needed,” he said quietly. “no pressure, no noise, just... this.”

you nodded, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “same here.”

the two of you settled into the quiet rhythm of the rain, the sound soft and steady. pablo shifted closer, letting his shoulder bump against yours, sharing warmth without words.

“i love rainy days like this. it means i get to spend time with you and do nothing,” he said after a moment, voice calm and thoughtful.

you laughed softly. “yeah. sometimes doing nothing is the best.”

you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady warmth beneath you. the steady pulse of his breathing became a soft rhythm you could follow, matching the rain’s gentle fall.

outside, the city seemed washed clean and quiet, but inside pablo’s apartment, the world was full of gentle moments, small smiles, soft touches, and the slow, quiet joy of being together.

time stretched out softly as you two stayed wrapped in the blanket and the peace of a rainy day that had nowhere to go but right here, in each other’s company.

ferran torres (ellie's version)

the rain had been falling since early morning — soft and steady, the kind that makes everything feel slower. outside, the sky was a dull grey, but inside, the apartment felt warm in that lazy, rainy-day kind of way.

you were tucked into the corner of the couch, legs curled under a blanket that definitely used to belong to ferran until you claimed it. he walked in from the kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding two mugs like they were precious cargo.

“vale, don’t move,” he said quietly, setting them down. “this one’s yours — more honey, just how you like it.”

“you’re learning,” you teased, already reaching for it.

he gave you a small smile, the kind that showed just a little dimple. “i’m a fast learner when it comes to you.”

you made room and he didn’t hesitate — just dropped onto the couch next to you and pulled the blanket over both of you like it was second nature. his arm went around your shoulders without a word. his hand found yours. like muscle memory.

“you’re clingy today,” you mumbled, though your head found his chest anyway.

“no es verdad,” he said, trying not to smile. “you’re the clingy one. i’m just… here.”

you laughed against him, soft and sleepy. his fingers started moving gently up and down your arm, absentminded, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. but you knew ferran — he always knew. he was just quiet about how much he loved closeness.

“days like this feel like they don’t really count,” you whispered. “exactly,” he said. “like we get a break from everything.”

his voice was low, lazy, like the rain outside. and for a while, neither of you said anything — just listened to the sound of water on glass and the distant hum of the city trying to keep moving.

he kissed the top of your head so softly you barely felt it. “podemos quedarnos así todo el día si quieres.”

“you sure?” you murmured, already sinking deeper into him. he nodded.

“i’m not going anywhere. esta es mi parte favorita del día.”

your favorite part too.

pedri gonzalez (soph's version)

grey clouds hung low over the city, and the rain drummed a soft, steady beat on the windows. inside, pedri sat curled up on the couch, a thick wool blanket draped over his shoulders and legs. his book lay forgotten in his lap as his eyes traced the pattern of raindrops sliding down the glass.

you settled beside him, your body leaning into his side. the blanket slipped over you both, and you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.

“i love days like this,” pedri said quietly, voice low and content. “no noise, no pressure. just... calm.”

you nodded, savoring the quiet comfort of the moment. “me too.”

his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers began tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. it was a silent language, words weren’t necessary when every touch said you were home.

the world outside faded into background noise, the rain’s soft tapping, the occasional rumble of thunder far away. inside, there was only the slow heartbeat between you.

pedri’s fingers tightened around yours. “we don’t do this enough,” he whispered.

you smiled, looking up at him. his eyes were warm, slightly tired, but full of something steady and true. “we should,” you agreed.

for a while, you both just sat like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the quiet pulse of being together. your head rested lightly on his chest as he shifted to press a kiss to your forehead.

no plans, no distractions, just a calm, slow day spent wrapped in softness.

the rain kept falling outside. inside, the world felt like it had paused just for you two.

pau cubarsi (ellie's version)

the rain had been falling for hours — slow and lazy, like even the sky didn’t feel like rushing today.

you and pau had been curled up on the couch since late morning, the blanket half on, half off, one of his legs hooked around yours like he was afraid you’d float away if he let go. your head was resting on his chest, and he had both arms wrapped around you like a sleepy octopus — one hand tucked into your hair, the other playing with the hem of your shirt.

he smelled like warmth. like skin and soft cotton and that one hoodie he always left at your place, the one you were currently drowning in.

“you’re so warm,” you mumbled, nose squished into his collarbone.

pau hummed, lips brushing the top of your head. “you’re literally stealing all my body heat.”

you smiled against his neck. “you love it.”

“maybe,” he whispered, and kissed your temple once. then again. then a third time, slower. “but only 'cause it’s you.”

you tilted your head up to look at him, and he looked down at you with that half-sleepy, all-heart look — the one that made your chest ache a little in the best way.

he leaned down, kissed your cheek.

“you’re cute.”

kissed your nose.

“too cute.”

kissed the corner of your mouth.

“stop being so cute, seriously, it’s unfair.”

you laughed, trying to hide your face in his hoodie, but he caught you with a grin, kissing you properly this time — soft and slow and just a little too long. when he pulled back, your smile matched his.

“you always do that,” you whispered, dazed. “what?” “kiss me like i’m made of clouds or something.”

he smiled, eyes half-lidded. “maybe you are.”

you laughed again, and he kissed your laugh too — once, then twice more, like he couldn’t help it. his hands slid up your back, slow and gentle, thumbs brushing along your spine, grounding you.

the rain tapped on the window like a soft drumbeat, and the whole world outside faded to a quiet blur.

“can we stay like this forever?” you asked, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

pau nodded, burying his face in your hair.

“yeah,” he whispered. “me, you, this hoodie, and about a hundred kisses. that’s all i need.”

you grinned, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead one last time — firm and steady, like a promise.

and you stayed like that, in the soft hush of the rain and the warmth of each other, letting the world slow down around you.

lamine yamal (soph's version)

the rain tapped steadily on the windows, the soft rhythm filling the quiet room. you found yourself snuggled in the little nest lamine had built on the floor, a fortress of pillows and blankets he’d dragged out with a proud grin, declaring it the “best rainy day setup.” honestly, you couldn’t argue. it was the perfect spot to escape the wet chill outside.

lamine lounged back comfortably, phone forgotten in his hand as his eyes tracked raindrops racing each other down the glass. you shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. his steady breathing slowed your own, a comforting anchor amid the muted gray outside.

“you always know how to make this kind of day feel special,” you murmured, fingers trailing lazy circles on his arm.

he glanced down at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder softly. “rainy days aren’t meant for running around,” he said. “they’re for slowing down, doing nothing, just being together.”

you felt the warmth of the thick blanket draped over both your legs and the way his hand slid up to tangle with yours. it was a simple gesture, but it filled the silence with quiet connection.

the smell of hot chocolate lingered in the air. earlier, lamine had disappeared into the kitchen, returning proudly with two steaming mugs, the sweet scent mixing with the scent of wet concrete from the open window.

you sipped slowly, the warmth spreading through your chest matching the glow of being here, now, with him.

outside, the rain showed no sign of stopping. but inside your little haven, time seemed to pause. the world outside could stay cold and wet while you lay here wrapped in quiet and comfort.

lamine’s voice was soft when he spoke again. “i don’t need anything else today. just this.”

you smiled, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “neither do i.”

and in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and the gentle sound of rain, everything felt perfectly still.

hector fort (ellie's version)

the rain had been falling all day, soft and steady, like even the sky wanted to stay quiet for a while.

héctor showed up at your place just before noon, his hoodie soaked through, curls damp, cheeks a little pink from the cold. he didn’t say much when you opened the door — just gave you that shy smile and shrugged with a quiet, “hola.”

you knew exactly why he came. he always did when it rained.

now, he was curled up behind you on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting lightly on your chest, like he never wanted to let you go. his breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed close to yours, legs tangled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of your shirt.

he didn’t seem to want anything more than just being close. just having you close.

you slowly turned to look at him, and he met your eyes with that half-asleep gaze — calm, quiet, and something else you couldn’t quite name but felt deep down.

“here again,” he said with a small smile, barely above a whisper. “yeah,” you said, running your fingers along his cheek.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw — slow and gentle, like he wanted to memorize every touch.

you laughed softly. “you always kiss me like it’s the first time.” he blinked. “it’s because i want to remember it all.”

he kissed you again — this time on your lips, barely more than a warm brush — and then rested his forehead against yours.

“can we just… not move today?” he asked, voice low and rough with sleep. “depends,” you teased, “what if i want some coffee?” “i’ll make it,” he said without hesitation, eyes still closed. “but you have to come back right after.”

you smiled, and he pulled you closer. “clingy.” “and you’re my favorite,” you whispered.

he kissed your shoulder through the fabric, then your collarbone, and then your lips again — slow, sweet, and patient.

you stayed like that, wrapped in the sound of the rain and the warmth of his arms, letting time pause just for the two of you.

he held you like nowhere else mattered.

and honestly, neither did you.

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[strawberryblue-blog]

oral sex headcanons for the barça boys just like you did with morning sex, please? thanks<3

ORAL S3X

—FC BARCELONA.

summary: request. (oral and masturbation)

warnings: YES. +18. smut, headcanon, oral f receiving, fingering, etc.

words count:

#SEXYNOTE: I will only write smut from those who are Spanish legal age (18). I will not use images, you can imagine 🫦

Pedri González.

Romantic and fiery.

Very confident in what he does, totally determined to make you feel good. Will start slow, too slow. He likes foreplay, he thinks it is more intimate. He is determined but doesn't know if you want it, so he will wait for you to agree.

When you do, he will kiss every corner of your body until he reaches your intimacy. With gentle touches, he will start to make you feel so good.

He will combine his mouth and fingers, to increase the pleasure and show you that what matters is you. He will really make sure you have two or three orgasms just using his mouth, because he wants you to become addicted to him and enjoy it as much as he does.

Pablo Gavi.

Naughty and fun.

Although he would have loved to use his mouth, he would prefer his fingers for now. He is quite dirty and desperate. He wants to watch you as he literally breaks you with his fingers, he wants to record your every fraction enjoying his touch.

He knows his fingers fit you perfectly and until he sees you a mess he won't stop. He will kiss your neck or breasts increasing the sensation that will quickly take you to the top and then he will sink his fingers again.

He has no mercy whatsoever, he just wants to make you feel good, you are the one that matters today and Pablo will let you know that in so many ways.

Ferran Torres.

Passionate and possessive.

Not so romantic, not so wild. But a mix of both. He has confidence in himself, he never did it before but if you believe in him, then he will do great.

He is also very teasing, he will start touching you, playing with you until he has you in the palm of his hands, then he will attack. He will show you how good he is by using his lips and tongue, he will use his hands to rest on your thighs so he has control of everything.

Maybe he will spank you once in a while, just for fun. Although he likes to see you writhing under him, he prefers you to use him however he wants, your pleasure will always be above his.

Fermín López.

Sweet and tender.

Too romantic, he will prepare soft music and set the place to make you both feel comfortable and safe.

It was not in his plans but one thing led to another and now his head was between your legs. Fermin would only use his mouth, to touch you and caress you with his hands while making you touch the sky. He likes physical contact, more so when you want to touch him.

He will be very surprised how well he is doing it, or at least he thinks so, because of your moans and squeals. It's his first time and he's proud after the orgasm you had, the way you writhed under him. He really liked it and hopes you enjoyed it too, though of that he is sure.

Alejandro Balde.

Protective and emotional.

He was a little worried to start things off. He wants to do it right and is a little afraid but when he does, there is no turning back.

He really wants to make you feel good, love and care for you. He doesn't need to boss you around, he doesn't need to play games, he is direct and steady. Alejandro would use his fingers, he knows they drive you crazy, but if he is in the mood he will not hesitate to add his tongue on your clitoris to increase the sensation.

He is very caring and wants to make you feel special, so today you have all the attention, he wants this day to be important and you can never get him out of your head again.

Héctor Fort.

Playful and confident.

Even if it's the first time he touches you, he can't help but tease you. He likes to be in control and make you beg. Touching you gently, making you want him so that you beg for him.

He would go for a combination of mouth and fingers. He wants to ruin you so bad that all you think about is him. He knows exactly where to touch you, how and how much to make you have your best orgasm ever. He won't stop even if your body asks him to, he has every intention of making you feel really good.

No one will ever do it like him, no one will ever love you and make you feel as good as Hector, that's what he likes to believe, although he will make sure it's true.

Pau Cubarsi.

Shy and delicate.

Probably as nervous as you are, a thousand things crossed his mind when you started this. He's a little afraid that he won't meet your expectations and that it won't go as planned.

But he will slowly gain confidence and let you know. He would definitely use his fingers and mouth, although only a few times. He wants to kiss you and see you enjoying yourself, so he will take care of moving your floor with just his fingers.

He does it so gently, so lovingly, you melt under his hands. Pau will destroy you, she knows very well how to do her job and she really exceeded your expectations as much as hers.

[spidybaby]

Guess the price

Summary: You do the trend where you lie about the price of your products to your boyfriend.

Warnings: cursing

Barca Boys x Influencer!reader

Pedri

"Hola a todos!" You say to the camera in the bathroom. "I'm going to prank Pedri today, I will be doing a "sephora haul" but I'm exaggerating the prices of the things I got."

You grab the camera and cut the recording. You moved to your setup corner. Pedri knew it was your corner, so he tried to keep it free of mess.

"Pepi, please pass me the black and white bags on the bed?" You ask him. He nods, leaving his phone on the bed and walking over to you with the two bags of sephora makeup products. "Gracias." You smile.

"I'll be quiet over here." He says, kissing your cheek. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Thank you, guapo." You smile, grabbing his hand and squishing it. "I'll try to be quick so we can leave."

He nods, going back to the bed to check his phone. You place a mirror on the back wall behind you where you can see pedri on it. Exactly what you need to for the video.

You hit record once again. "Hi, let's unbox this bags I got at sephora." You smile. "As I said in my last video, I asked you guys for recommendations on makeup products that I can integrate on my routine." You say, taking the products off the bags.

Pedri is listening, he loves listening to you talk. Does he understand? No, but he hears how happy you sound and that's enough.

"I have this hourglass makeup brushes." You show them to the camera. "This one is their ambient soft glow foundation brush, this brush retails for 130 euros and -"

Pedri turns his head to where you are, 130 euros for a brush? He can get you a brush at the store for 1 euro.

"Before using the brush, I'm using this primer from ELF." You show the product. "I know it's super viral, and only for 76 euros."

He puts his phone down. "Qué mierda?" He whispers.

You can't help but smirk. Your eyes watch his reaction in the mirror from your phone screen. "So while I apply this, let me tell you about this foundation I got." You say, showing the foundation. "This is the ambient soft glow foundation, this was on sale for only 250 euros." You smile.

He covers his face with his hands. "No fucking way." He says loud enough for the camera to capture it. "250 fucking euros."

You smile, trying not to laugh. You place it on your face and take a few seconds of you using the brush.

You pause the video, grabbing other products. "Amor," He calls, you press record. "Not to be trying to mind your things, but isn't 250 a little too much?" He asks.

"What, no babe." You smile. "That's just normal makeup pricing." You say, noticing how he shakes his head no. "For concealer I have the Armani Beauty concealer, this retails for 199 on sale." You smile.

"No, Y/n." Pedri says. "You spent more than 600 euros in four products."

"Bebé, shhhh" You shush him. "Now guys, this concealer brush from rare beauty retails for 9-"

"A brush?" He scuffs. "Joder."

You can't help the scuff. "Shh, just a few steps more."

"Mamita querida." He sighs.

"This powder is the One Size powder, I love it so much, and the price is honestly a deal."

"Please don't." He says, covering his face again.

"Since sephora is about to have a sale, you can get this for only 379.99."

"Almost 400 euros." He says in a high-pitched voice. "How is that a deal?"

"Because it's 20 percent off." You say. "And this blush, Patrick Ta."

"Let me guess." He interrupts. "100 bucks?"

"Oh, Pedri." You laugh. "Don't be silly, it's 475." You smile.

"Stop, don't touch that," He yells. "We are taking this back."

You hold your laugh. "Pepi, this was final sale." You say. "Now this contou-"

"Noup," He says, grabbing the product out of your hands. "Videos over." He says, touching the screen, trying to pause it.

"Pedri." You say, taking it from him. You can't help but laugh. "It's a prank, amor. This stuff is not that expensive."

"Pero-" He says. "What?"

You can't help but laugh even harder at his confused face. "Guys, this is why we need to tell our boyfriends about makeup prices." You say, talking to the camera.

"Y/n, wait." Pedri says, reading the receipt. "Why is this brush 65 euros?" He asks, holding the brush.

You look at his and then at the camera. "Maybe they don't need to know about the prices."

"And who's is path and why his eyeshits more than 100?"

"Anyways, love you all." You say, cutting the video. "Pedri, give me that." You say, taking the receipt away. "Your t-shirt costs 400 euros, so cut it."

He opens his mouth. "I'll wait for you downstairs, my love." He smiles. "Take your time."

"That's what I thought." You say, smiling.

Gavi

"Hi guys, today my boyfriend is forcefully doing my makeup." You say, smiling at him.

"I don't know what I'm doing." He says.

"So, this is my routine." You say, giving him a paper with the order or the products. "Also, he's going to try to guess the price of the products."

He looks at the things with curiosity. "Where do I start?" He asks, eyebrow lifted. "How do I know if I'm doing great?"

"You'll do fine, Pabs." You peck him. "The products are in line in the same order as in the paper. The brushes are next to the products that they need to be used for."

He nods, checking the foundation. "Okay, this is the found-" He tries to read the name. "Who's Bobbi Brown?"

"The owner of the brand, love." You smile "how much do you think this costs?"

He tries to apply the foundation as he sees you do it. "Maybe 10 euros?" He asks, concentrating on the blending. "15?"

"Noup, 200." You say.

He pauses. "Two hun-"

"You're missing a spot." You say, pointing at tue spot. "Then you can use the egg like thing."

He nods. "Egg." He chuckles. "Vamos, that's fun." You smile.

"You have to guess the price." You remind him.

"For the egg?" He asks, you nod. "Mmm, 5 euros." He smile.

"Noup, 76."

He opens his eyes.

"No me jodas." He says. "This shit?"

"Amor" You chuckle. "Language."

"Joder, why is this so expensive?" He asks.

"It does the work." You nod. "Now after this, we need concealer." You smile.

He nods. "Don't tell me this is 300."

"Pfff, no." You say. "Only 175."

"Me cago en la p-"

"Pabs, why don't you tell the story of you getting the captain armband?" You change the topic.

"Ufff, eso fue increíble." He smiles, moving the Blender in the wrong way. "I only wore that band twice, and honestly, Pedri is the real one for allowing me to do it."

"We love Pedri." You smile.

"My hermano." Gavi chuckles. "Even tho he is a loser, I won last night ping pong game."

You smile. "Now, do some powder."

"Sip." He says, grabbing the powder.

"Tell my chicos what you are using. You smile.

"This is the hourglass powder." He reads the back of the product. "I think she likes it because it's really used." He jokes.

"Well, I need to save some coin because it is a 430 euros powder."

He lifts his eyes from the powder to your eyes. "How much did you just say?"

"But I think I like my loose powder even more." You grab the powder. "This is the YSL loose powder, it's 734 with discount."

"Fuck." He whispers. "What about the pink thingy?"

"Oh, that's cheap." You say, uninterested. "Only 225."

He drops the powder by accident. "Me cago en la -"

"My powder." You say, pretending to be mortified. "Pablo, that was limited edition."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to break."

"That was a thousand euros ." You say, pretending to cry.

"A thousand?" He yells. "You said it was 400."

"I lied." You fake cried. "I just didn't mean to sound so greedy."

You noticed him trying to pick the powder up from the flood. You look at the camera and try to hold your laugh.

"I'll get you a new one." He says, getting up and handing you the pieces of the powder. "Two if that makes you feel better." He pouts.

You kind of feel bad, he was all pouty, and with those big glassy eyes that make your heart go crazy.

"Oh Pabs, don't worry." You grab his face. "It's nothing."

"No, listen, it was me." He says, hugging you. "Let me make it up to you, let's go and get you a new everything."

You look at the camera and then at him, you shrug and smile at him. "Alright." You smile. "I'll grab my purse, wait for me in the car?" You ask.

He nods, happy that he can fix his mistakes. "Bueno." He pecks you, running out of the room.

You wait for him to close the door. "Listen, you and I know that you would do the same." You say to the camera. "Anyways, I'll post this as soon as I go back." You say, throwing the broke packaging of powder on the trash can. "And you are getting a haul, so don't judge me."

"Who's judging you?" Gavi asks.

"Nobody, let's go." You say, stopping the recording and pressing the "drafts" button to save the video. "Nobody, baby."

Ferran

"Vamos!" Ferran says, seating next to you. "Let's play the game."

"Calm down, Fer." You laugh. "You are so winning this."

You can't help but want to laugh at him. He seems so confident, but he didn't even guess what's next for him.

"Want to do the honors?" You ask, pointing at the phone.

"Hola, chicos" He smiles. "I'm the one and only, the shark, the inimaginable hat trick scorer." He says, smiling and posing for the camera.

"And I'm Y/n!" You laugh. "And WE are playing Guess the Price. Where Ferran will try to guess the price on my makeup."

"Easy, I know a lot about makeup." He smiles. "I know my Dior." He praises.

"Is this the best time to tell you I don't wear Dior?"

"Well, if I win I'm getting you some Dior." He smiles. "Let's begin."

You grab the product. "This is a primer, the brand is Gucci." You show him. "Price?"

"Easy, 90 dollars." He says, proud of himself.

You smile. "And your answer is," You sto to make drums sounds. "Incorrect, it's 300."

"For a cream?" He asks. "I get it, it's Gucci."

"What about this one?"

"That's a Chanel thing." He thinks. "And Gucci was 300, maybe 250?"

"Noup, 75." You smile.

He frowns. "No!" He says, taking the bottle out of your hands. "How?"

You look over at the camera, lifting your eyebrows. "What about this?"

He shakes his head. "Never heard of ELF." He looks at the packaging. "30?"

"That's 175." You smirk. "Did you guys see last night game?" You ask the camera. "Ferran scored a hattrick! Oh my gosh! Now this one."

You take the ELF packaging out of his hands, now placing the Too faced one.

"Better than sex?" He asks, looking at it confused. "Nothing is better than sex." He scuffs. "Five, and that's being generous."

"That's a 200 euros mascara."

"Damn, does it spit on it to make it slide easier?" He asks, throwing it back on the counter.

"Ferran!" You say, looking surprised at him. "What is wrong with you?" You laugh.

"What's next? He asks, laughing too. "Is this a thousand euros Blush?"

"No, it's 65." You say, giving him a look. "What? I like my blushes from Hermes!"

He looks over at the camera. "Are you hearing this?" He asks. "Anyways, what's next?"

You grab a lipstick from primark. Placing it on his hand. "Mmm 3 euros?"

"Yes!" You smile, even tho he's not right, you are giving him the satisfaction. "Good job, babe."

"You hear that?" He asks to the phone. "Shark mentality, never give up, eat your greens, meditate and remember you are amazing!"

"We are not done." You call him, watching him getting out of the room.

"I win, now let's go." He smiles. "Drinks on me!"

Your mouth forms an "o," looking at him and back at the camera.

Fermin

"Hello" You whisper. "Fermin is about to come here and watch something on the TV, I want to pull this prank where I talk to you about my skin care and makeup routine, but faking the prices."

You wait for fermin to walk and get comfortable on the sofa. You try your best to set up the camera so you can film his reaction.

"As I promised yesterday, I'm going to be going through my skincare and makeup routine." You explain at the camera.

You grab your moisturizing cream. "This is my favorite cream, it hydrate really well, and it helps with skin smoothening." You show the bottle. "I got this during a trip to Italy, it was around 2 thousand euros, but its worth it."

Fermin can't help but turn his head around. The price you just mentioned was crazy for the small bottle you are holding.

"I also have this night cream, it was a little bit more expensive, but it works wonders." You show the night cream. "It was 3 thousand, and that's with a discount."

Fermin makes a sound, you can describe it as a surprised one. "Are you okay, Fer?" You ask, turning your head.

"Si," He clears his throat. "Continue, sorry."

"So guys, this foundation I told you about on a video." You show a random foundation. "This is liquid magic, and for the price? Can you believe that 750 euros can make you look so smooth and glowy?"

"Seven, what?" He says. "Wow."

You pretend you can't hear him. "And if you want a real deal, this powder from La Praire is on sale with the code D U M B." You spell the letters, trying to hold the laugh. "It will take 50 percent off. You only pay 979 with shipping included."

You can see on the screen how he's now turned all the way. "How is that a deal?" He asks.

"Because it is 50 percent off." You say, sounding obnoxious about it. "The first time I bought it, I paid 135 for the shipping. It comes all the way from Paris."

"For shipping?" He asks again. "Just the shipping?"

"Fer, it's a very expensive brand." He smiles.

"Oh my God." He says, grabbing his head. "You spend how much on a cream you mentioned?"

"Which one?" You ask. "The pink one, the blue one or the green one?"

"You only mentioned the pink and green one." He points out.

"True, the blue one is a very nice one. Use it to fill your pores and to smooth texture, it will cost you some money but you can work it amazingly."

"How much?" He asks, getting up from his place.

"5 thousand." You smile. "But if you use the code S T U P I D, you get a 5% discount."

"S T U-" He tries spelling. "Hey!"

You laugh, mistakingly throwing the blue cream fall on to the floor. You can't help but feel your stomach hurt for so much from the laughs.

"The cream!" He yells, trying to save it.

"Fermin! That cream is on sale at sephora, for fifteen euros." You laugh.

He looks at you confused, then at the cream, then at you, then at the cream again. "So, no expensive cream?"

"Amor, this is a prank!" You say, pointing at the phone that is still recording. "Say hi!"

He looks at you confused, "hi?"

"Anyways, love you, bye bye!"

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[emmylksblog]

LOVE TATTOO // FERRAN TORRES

summary: it's your anniversary and ferran surprises you with a fresh tattoo that carries your name.

genre: fluff, married au

based on this request

warnings: mention of sex

a/n: writing this i found out i would kinda like a guy whose personality is similar to ferran’s 😔

You had barely unbuckled your seatbelt when Ferran rushed to open your door, grinning like an idiot. He leaned down slightly, arms already out, as if about to scoop you up like a princess.

"Should I carry you like I did on our wedding day?" he teased, but there was something in his voice that told you he would, injury and all.

You laughed softly, eyes twinkling under the dim garage light. “I’d love that, but you’re injured, love. Plus, you've already been wonderful tonight,” you said, pointing back at the mountain of shopping bags stacked in the backseat. You’d told him not to go overboard. He didn’t listen. Of course.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet, like a reward he’d definitely earned. Ferran accepted it like the absolute champion he was, one arm sliding around your waist, lifting you just slightly off the ground like he couldn’t help himself.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering against your cheek. The way he looked at you then, like he was memorizing your entire face, made your heart ache in the best way. You were his world, and he didn’t hide it.

"I’ve got one more surprise for you," he whispered, the hint of mischief unmistakable in his voice. "But you’ll have to wait until we’re in bed to see it."

Your cheeks burned instantly. “Ferran!” You swatted his chest. “I knew it! You lasted way too long without mentioning sex.”

He gasped in mock offense, clutching the spot where you hit him. “I hate to break it to you, cariño, but this time you’re the one with the dirty mind,” he said with a grin, nudging you toward the house. “Come on, inside.”

He gave your butt a playful tap to encourage your pace, which only made you roll your eyes and laugh as you walked through the garage door into the warmth of your shared home.

Later, you'd already finished your nighttime routine and were slipping into your favorite soft pajamas. Ferran was still in the shower, and you were half-expecting to see him walk out in just a towel, like he always did. Especially on nights like this. But instead, he came out fully dressed in a fresh white t-shirt and sweatpants, towel draped over his shoulders.

You raised a brow, trying not to sound too curious. “What, you cold tonight or something?”

Ferran saw right through the nonchalant act, smirking as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, warm and lingering. “Relax, love. The surprise has something to do with this. Don’t be mad.”

That made your curiosity skyrocket.

“Stop scaring me and just tell me. If it’s a new scar, I swear I’ll kill you.” You turned to face him with narrowed eyes.

As a footballer, his body was a roadmap of bruises and minor injuries. Sometimes he’d tease you at night, saying he had a new scar to show you, usually when you were too tired to scold him properly. It never worked. You always gave him the lecture the next day anyway.

He chuckled. “Okay, okay, sit here.”

He gently guided you to sit in the center of the bed, sheets cool under your legs as you settled cross-legged. He knelt in front of you, his hands on your thighs. “Can you give me a shoulder massage, love? I feel a bit tight.”

You tilted your head, softening. “Are you sore? We probably shouldn’t have stayed out so long. I know how intense your week’s been.”

“I’m okay,” he said quickly, “just need your magical touch.” He lifted your left hand, the one with your wedding ring, and kissed it sweetly, brushing his thumb over your fingers.

“Well, who am I to ignore the pleas of my poor loving husband on our anniversary?” you murmured, brushing a kiss over his hair before turning to the nightstand for the massage oil you always used for him.

He watched you move, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smug little smile. Everything was going to plan.

By the time you returned, Ferran was sitting up straight, his back toward you, anticipation radiating off him. You climbed back onto the bed behind him, hands resting on his shoulders.

"Okay, champ. Arms up."

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward, the fabric slipping over his head with practiced ease. You tossed it aside, not expecting anything unusual… until you saw it.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened.

There, inked on the left side of his upper back, right over his shoulder blade, was a tattoo. Your name. And just below it, in elegant script, the date of your wedding.

You blinked, overwhelmed, your hands automatically finding his waist for support. Then came a quiet, high-pitched gasp.

“Ferri! No freaking way.”

You dropped back from your knees, now sitting with your legs tucked under you, one hand covering your mouth in disbelief. Your eyes glossed over as you stared, the tattoo still slightly red around the edges, clearly fresh.

You reached out with trembling fingers, gently tracing the lines of it, like you couldn’t believe it was real.

Ferran turned around, finally unable to wait. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice laced with nervous excitement. “Say something, amor…”

You didn’t say anything at first. You just threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. "Hey… baby, I’d do anything for you," he whispered, stroking your back, kissing the top of your head like it was instinct.

You pulled back just far enough to look at him and whispered, “I love it.” Then your lips met his in a kiss that felt different, so full of everything. You cupped his jaw, and he responded with soft desperation, the kind that said he was already yours and had always been.

“When did you even get it?” you asked between kisses, pressing one to the tip of his nose.

He grinned sheepishly. “When I said I was going grocery shopping this morning. And that I had to swing by Pedri’s place. Yeah… that was a lie.”

Your jaw dropped. “The first time one of your plans actually works and it involved lying to me? I don’t like this at all.”

You shook your head, grinning despite yourself. Ferran laughed, clearly proud of himself.

He shut you up with another kiss, this one more impulsive, messy and full of laughter between your lips. You kissed him back harder, still smiling, arms wrapped around his neck as the warmth of his skin seeped into yours. He was your home. He always would be.

After a while, when the room had settled into that quiet, sleepy intimacy you only get when you're with the love of your life, Ferran pulled you closer under the covers and kissed your forehead gently.

“Seriously though,” you murmured, touching the ink again, “it means so much to me that you did this.”

“I love you,” you replied, your voice barely audible as you traced the tattoo on his back again with a single finger.

“I love you too, mi vida,” he whispered in your hair.

The silence that followed was warm, filled with nothing but your breath and the sound of fabric shifting as you tangled your legs with his. His hand ran up and down your spine lazily, tracing circles.

Then Ferran broke the silence.

“So… the family tree expansion project… still happening?”

You groaned, your fist flying toward his bicep, only for him to catch it mid-air, laughing.

“You seriously have no filter,” you muttered, shaking your head as a smile tugged at your lips. “If you didn’t ruin every romantic moment, you wouldn’t be Ferran.”

He kissed your cheek in response, looking far too pleased with himself. And honestly? You wouldn’t change him for anything in the world.

[coolemmasulivan2]

Back to Us

Pairing: Ferran Torres x Reader

Summary: When your daughter gets sick, you and Ferran spend the night together for the first time in over a year, making your feelings resurface.

Word Count: 1822

Tú más que nadie sabe Como yo soy contigo No importa mi estilo de vida Tú me quieres así

The knock came just past 9 p.m. You didn't need to check, you already knew it was him.

Ferran stood on the doorstep in joggers and a hoodie, his shoulders slightly damp from the rain beginning to fall. His eyes flicked past you the moment the door opened, panic and exhaustion etched into every tense line of his face.

"How is she?" He asked, breathless. No hello, no hesitation.

"Still warm." You said softly, stepping aside. "She keeps asking for you."

He entered and you closed the door behind him. It was the first time he'd truly been inside your home—his home—for nearly a year.

"¿Dónde está?" (Where is she?)

"In her room."

He took a step toward the stairs but paused, finally looking at you. His voice dropped, almost inaudible. "Can I…?"

"Of course you can, Ferran." You said soflty.

He didn't wait and moved quickly upstairs. You walked toward the kitchen and began warming milk for your daughter. Your movements were slow, deliberate, giving them their father and daughter space.

It had been almost a year and a half since the separation. Ferran had pulled away. At first, you thought there was someone else, maybe he had fallen in love with someone esle. But he'd never been seen with another woman, before or even after.

Lucia had been too young to understand what was really happening. In her world, nothing had changed, just that she had two beds now, one at Mommy's and one at Daddy's.

You lingered in the hallway as Ferran was knelt beside your daughter's bed.

Lucia, only three and feverish, blinked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Daddy…"

"Estoy aquí, cariño." Ferran murmured, brushing a damp curl from her forehead. "Daddy's here." (I'm here, baby.)

Something inside you ached. This wasn't supposed to be difficult anymore. You'd said your goodbyes, divided your things, agreed on a schedule. But watching him be soft, watching him love their daughter so completely, it still cut straight through you.

You stepped into the pink and white room and Ferran stood when he heard you enter.

You sat gently on the edge of the bed. "Want your milk, sweetie?" Lucia nodded slowly. "Sit up. Carefully."

Ferran adjusted her pillow as she sat up. Lucia drank slowly, glancing between her parents.

When she finished, Ferran tucked her back in, kissing her forehead. You moved in sync. Meds. Water. Cartoons playing softly in the background. When you passed him a cool washcloth, your fingers brushed and neither of you pulled away.

ater, feeling her eyes heaby, Lucia murmured: "Can you both sleep with me tonight?" You and Ferran looked at each other.

Ferran gently ran his hand over her hair. "Creo que tu cama es demasiado pequeña para los tres, cariño." (I think your bed's too small for the three of us, cariño.)

"We can use Mommy's bed. It's big."

Ferran swallowed hard. The bed he once called home. The one you used to share. The one you still slept in every night.

"Okay!" You voice was quiet but certain. "We'll sleep in my bed."

Lucia stretched her arms and Ferran lifted her carefully. You both walked down the hall in silence and the ache in his chest deepened.

The room hadn't changed, it looked exactly like he remembered. The only thing missing was his chaos. The chaos you used to scold him about. Now, it was neat. Too neat.

You pulled down the covers and Ferran laid Lucia in the middle of the bed. You removed your shoes and crawled in on either side. Lucia instantly snuggled against Ferran, but reached to hold your hand.

Minutes passed in silence. Strange, but familiar.

"She still sleeps like you. Same position." He whispered.

You smiled faintly. "Still frowns like you when she dreams."

Ferran looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I've missed this." He muttered.

You didn't respond. When he looked over, your eyes were already closed.

An hour passed. Ferran lay awake, eyes open in the dark, listening to Lucía’s breathing and the soft tap of rain against the windows.

He turned his head. You were there, inches away, sleeping beside your daughter. Your face soft in sleep.

This was everything.

Not the trophies. Not the travel. Not the adrenaline rush of scoring. This was the life he still wanted. This was the life he never stopped wanting.

And he'd left it behind.

His hand reached out on instinct, brushing a strand of hair gently from your forehead. His fingers lingered for a second longer than they should've. You didn't stir.

He missed your laugh. Your sharp looks when he got too cocky. Your sleepy voice in the mornings. The early morning kisses. The way you melted into his arms like you belonged there.

He whispered it before he could stop himself. "Te quiero." (I love you.)

Sunlight spilled through the curtains. You woke first, slowly, blinking into the light. You were warm. Too warm.

There was an arm around your waist. Ferran.

He was curled behind you, holding you the way he used to. Close and a strong grip. His breath brushed your shoulder, steady, slow.

But then you tensed. Lucia was gone.

Your eyes opened fully, but before you could sit up, a faint clatter came from downstairs. Ferran stirred behind you, groaning softly, before he froze, upon realising what he was doing.

You shut your eyes quickly, pretending to sleep.

Carefully, he lifted his arm from your waist. He shifted away slowly, trying not to wake you.

Another noise downstairs.

"Shit!" He muttered.

He stood up and a few seconds later, the door closed behind him, leaving you alone in bed.

He found Lucia in the kitchen, standing on a stool, trying to reach the butter.

"Lucia!" He rushed forward, scooping her up before she could fall.

She grinned, proud of herself, placing her arm around his neck. "I was making breakfast. I wanted to take it to bed."

His heart squeezed. "Why didn't you wake me or Mommy? Are you feeling well?"

She nodded, proud. "You were sleeping. And when I got off the bathroom, you were already hugging her." She said smiling.

Ferran's heart stalled. "I--I..."

"I liked seeing you hugging mommy. It looked like before." She added, swinging her feet. Ferran placed her down and she instantly ran toward the sofa, where she had her stuffed shark.

Ferran looked at the stairs, hitting his lip nervously, before sitting at the coffee table in front of her.

"Do you miss when we all lived together?" He asked the little girl.

She nodded without hesitation. "Yes."

"I thought you liked having two houses."

She shrugged. "It's okay. But I liked when you were here. Can't you come back?"

That was all he wanted. But he was the one that broke things off, he was the one that made the decision to leave. Because for him, that was the best.

His throat tightened. "I want to. More than anything." He looked down. "But I messed up."

"Don't you like Mommy?"

He brushed her hair back, voice low. "I do. So much."

She looked at him. "Then why did you leave her if you like her?"

His throat went dry. "Because I was working too much. I thought she deserved someone better. Someone who could be there every day."

"But you like her and she likes you!" Lucía grinned. "You need to tell her."

He looked down, his voice catching. "Maybe I do, maybe I do." He whispered.

The girl's attention quickly shifted to something behind him. He turned around and froze.

"Mommy!" She jumped out of the sofa and ran toward you, hugging your legs.

She heard everything, he thought to himself.

He had never given you a reason for the breakup, and now you had probably heard everything.

You looked at him with an unreadable expression and Ferran looked away.

You crouched to hug your daughter. "Feeling better, love?" Lucia nodded. "Go put cartoons on. Daddy and I will make breakfast." She ran back to the sofa and turned on the TV.

You walked into the kitchen and Ferran follow, heart in his throat.

Ferran swallowed. "You heard!" You nodded. "I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you." He said. "You were always so patient, and I was always… gone. Focused on the next game, the next match. And when I wasn't, I was exhausted. I didn't know how to be enough for you."

You looked at him for a long moment. "You were enough for me!" You said, voice shaking.

"Come on, Y/n!" He ran his hand through his head. "I was in a bad place and I thought I had to hold it all on my own." He admitted.

"And I could be there for you, but you didn't even give me the chance." You said. "You chose for both of us."

"I was scared." He looked down. "Scared I'd drag you down. That I'd disappoint you." Ferran's voice dropped. "I never stopped loving you."

A pause.

You looked at him, pain and softness mingling in your eyes. "Then prove it." You whispered. "Don't just say it. Fight for us this time."

He stepped forward, gently brushing you cheek with his knuckles. His voice was barely a whisper.

“Let me try again. Let me be here. For you. For her.”

You leaned into his touch, tears shining in your eyes. He leaned in, slowly, hesitantly, giving you the chance to pull away. You didn't.

Your eyes locked in and slowly he leaned down, meeting your lips. The kiss was hesitant at first, like you were touching something sacred that neither of you had allowed yourselves to feel in a long time. But then something broke open.

A year and a half of distance. Of missed chances, quiet heartbreaks, and lonely nights. Of loving each other in silence. All of it poured into that kiss.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer with a desperation that had been under your skin for far too long. He let out a shaky breath against your mouth, his other hand cradling the back of your neck like he was afraid of losing you.

He kissed you passionatly. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like he didn't deserve the feel of you but was desperate to earn it.

You gasped softly when he deepened the kiss, and it hit him how much he'd missed you. Not just your body, but your soul. Your stubbornness. Your softness. Your fire.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his. Eyes closed. BBreathing unsteady.

He didn't speak and neither did you.

You just stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, heartbeats syncing back into rhythm and for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel like something was breaking, but like something was beginning again.

[lucy90712]

Champions

Pedri:

- As soon as all the players come off the pitch Pedri goes straight to you he doesn't care about all the cameras and the people shouting questions at him he has one thing on his mind and that's you 

- Once he finds you his arms go straight around your waist to hold you tight he doesn't spin you round or jump up and down with you in his arms he simply just holds you soaking up the moment

- You tell him how proud you are of him and the season he's had which makes him a little emotional because after last season he wanted nothing more than to just play as many matches as possible and he's done just that exceeding all your expectations 

- He doesn't want to go back to the party he knows will be happening in the locker room he just wants to enjoy this moment with you because your encouragement and unwavering support is a major reason why he's been so motivated this season because he wanted to show you that he's as good as you always believed he was 

- You didn't let him just stay with you because you want him to be part of the team celebrations but you do give him one more minute to hug you which he takes full advantage of by spending the whole minute kissing you until you have to physically push him off you 

- Before he goes he takes a picture with you which he posts on his story with the caption my trophy which you know is super cheesy but still you save the photo to remember this moment forever 

Gavi: 

- He is so full of energy when you finally see him even after all the locker room celebrations as soon as he sees you he runs towards you full speed which nearly has you falling straight to the floor but luckily he had enough balance to keep you both upright 

- Straight away he picks you up and starts throwing you in the air he nearly drops you a few times and other times he nearly throws you high enough to hit your head on the ceiling but somehow neither of those things happen although you didn't care one bit how close you came to getting hurt because you were just happy for Pablo and the team 

- If you let him he'd spend the rest of the night with you in his arms throwing you in the air like it's nothing but you don't because eventually you know he will drop you and after a while it makes you feel a bit sick so he has to let you down but not before he's had his fun 

- Once your feet are finally back on the floor his lips are straight on yours. He always kisses passionately that's just the way he is but he was extra passionate as he kissed you this time there was just something special about the kiss like it held all the emotions of the last year the highs and the lows that all led to this exact moment 

- To win the title after going through such a horrible injury even if he didn't feature as much as he might have liked meant a lot to Pablo and to have you there to celebrate it with him meant even more because you stuck by him every second of his recovery and cheered him up with the dreams of this moment now it's here and he couldn't be happier 

- The rest of the night is crazy with celebrations at the training centre and then the chaotic drive home but Pablo has you by his side taking in as much of it with him as he can while also protecting you from some of the craziness as he's knows it's a lot for you even if you say you enjoy it 

Alejandro: 

- He's so excited he's almost bouncing off the walls but that doesn't surprise you when he's really happy he always acts that way which makes you smile knowing that he's proud of his achievements because he should be 

- As soon as he gets the chance he slips away from the team celebrations and comes straight to find you and when he does you brace yourself for impact because you know he's going to run straight into you which he does but he surprises you by picking you up 

- He spins you round even though he knows spinning can make you feel sick because he's just that excited and honestly you don't care because you are excited too and you want to celebrate with him even if it means getting a little dizzy 

- To make up for spinning you round and making you dizzy he makes sure to smother you in kisses all over your face and neck before he finally kissed your lips which he doesn't want to pull away from but you don't want to be seen almost making out so you pull away eventually 

- At some points you feature in his live when he randomly decides to pull you in and kiss your cheek or dance around with you which ends up all over tiktok with so many people calling you two the cutest couple 

- On the way home the fans surround your car so Alejandro decides to celebrate with them but he can't leave you out so he makes you put the car in park and join him standing out the sunroof and he even sits you on the roof so you can take it all in and it's a lot but it fills you with joy that you get to be part of all this 

Ferran: 

- There's no great time to get appendicitis but the timing really couldn't be worse for Ferran as he has to miss all the teams celebrations for the title he contributed to helping them win but as sad as he is about that it's made slightly better by having you with him 

- Your celebrations are somewhat muted as Ferran is still recovering so instead of jumping around like the rest of the team are Ferran has you climb into his bed so he can cuddle with you as that's the best way he can think of to celebrate in his position 

- Your try it be careful as not to hurt him but he pulls you right into his side so he can hold you and shower you with kisses which really you should be doing to him but who are you to argue with him after he's just had surgery 

- During the celebrations the boys FaceTime him so you grab his phone and hold it so that he can see everything going on and feel as much a part of it all as possible and of course it's not the same but just from the smile on his face you can tell he's still enjoying himself 

- After leaving the stadium some of the guys come to the hospital to see Ferran so you go to get out of his bed so he can talk with his teammates but he doesn't let you he makes sure you are still curled up next to him the entire time as that's when he's at his happiest especially if he can't be amongst the whole team and the fans

- Once the boys left things get quieter and the both of you settle down for the night although it takes a while for you both to fall asleep after all the excitement but eventually Ferran falls asleep first so you text the guys to thank them for trying to include him as much as possible before going to sleep yourself 

Fermin:

- The match against Espanyol had everything it was tight, full of tension and most importantly of all Fermin scored, you really didn't see it coming so when the ball went into the back of the net you couldn't even cheer your jaw was just on the floor but you were so proud of him 

- He spent a while celebrating with the team which you fully expected so you just waited patiently until Fermin finally emerged hair a mess and still jumping around until he saw you then he stopped jumping around and ran over to you bringing you straight into his arms so you could jump around together 

- Eventually you get to properly congratulate him on his goal and the title but that's the only words he lets you get in before he kisses you and grabs your hand to bring you to join the celebrations which by that point are slightly less intense but it's still a lot of fun 

- At some point you somehow end up wearing Fermin's shirt which was all sweaty but it really didn't bother you as you were just having so much fun and soaking up the moment because Fermin will never win his first la liga title again although he will hopefully win many more in the future 

- The night was long and you get separated from Fermin again as the players go out onto the balcony at the training centre but you watch it all filming every second to show him at some point although he has his eyes on you in the crowd most of the time occasionally blowing you a kiss or making a heart with his hands directed at you 

- By the time you get home you are well and truly exhausted but Fermin is still full of energy but because he knows you're tired he settles down in bed with you and just holds you taking in everything that's happened in the last few hours and as he does he realises his lucky he is to get to experience it all with you so he kisses you gently just as you are falling asleep