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“f-fuck baby you feel s’good around me…” james whispered in your ear. he had your calves rested up on his shoulders, and his chest pushed up against your tits.

your mouth fell open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, and his name spilled from your tongue like a mantra. “james, james, jaaamesss…. you’re so d-deep.!”

he chuckled, snapping his hips back into yours. “yeah baby? i’m so deep in you? is my dick too big for your pretty pussy?” james teased with a condescending tone.

you nodded before he caught your lips in a kiss.

both your mouths moved in perfect harmony, as his thrusts picked up speed. james started to groan into your mouth, before pulling away.

“mmh- y/n you feel s’good… your pussy is just sucking me in.” james let out a muffled moan into your neck. “can i take it off? please- i’ll pull out!”

he peered into your eyes, searching for your answer.

you were so caught up in the moment, and the pleasure felt too good. “yes james! s-shit take it off, just pull out.”

he pulled out of your sex with a grimace, and grabbed at the latex that divided your velvety walls from his cock.

it slid off with ease, he threw it to the side of his thigh, and pushed right back into you. “you feel it baby? my big veiny dick rubbing up against your sweet spot? in your little, tight pussy? huh?”

you moved your legs from his shoulders and wrapped it around his waist, resting lightly on the curve of his ass.

“you want me deeper, yeah? such a cockslut..”

your eyes rolled back as you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix, and a loud, raw moan ripped from your throat.

“ngh! james! m’close-“

hearing that, his hips picked up the pace and thrusted into you at godly speeds. at the same time, he snaked a hand onto your puffy clit, rubbing it in rhythm to his hips.

your chest heaved as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten rapidly. with the added stimulation of his fingers on your clit, you felt a hot, sudden gush spring out your cunt.

you screamed his name and bucked your hood wildly into his touch. your release kept gushing out, covering his balls, thighs, stomach, and the sheets underneath you both.

“yes baby, make a mess all me and my cock.. y’look so sexy when you cum.” he encouraged, riding you through your high.

though as he continued to ride out your orgasm, he was still chasing his own. “shit baby, i know it’s too much but i’m gonna cum- fuck! w-where do you want me?” james’ eyes searched your own, that currently started to cry. “f-feels so good- so full-“ you moaned, “i-inside james, fill me up please!”

he smiled at your broken response, “are you sure? nevermind- shit i’m gonna cum!” james quickly pushed his chest against yours as he groaned into the kiss he caught your lips in, finishing inside your soaked hole.

james kept kissing you as his dick twitched, releasing every drop of him in you. you could feel the temperature of it swirling inside you, and it was a lot.

he eventually pulled away, and rested his head on your tits. “y’so perfect for me y/n.”

james also begin to pull out, sliding out of your pussy with ease. when he did, the mixture of his and your cum begin to flood out. “can’t have this slipping out can we?” he chuckled, pushing the release back into you with his slender fingers.

you both looked over the condom the sat on the side of yours & his thighs.

“that was the best fucking idea ever.”

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Ferran Torres x 𝒻emale!reader

Warnings ! Kissing, public relationship, authors first language isn't english

✉: I had to write something for Ferran like don't play he was saurr fine during the final. New theme and also a new layout 🫶🏻🫶🏻 lmk what y'all think !! Sorry if this is short but I still hope everyone enjoys reading!

➳ summary: When she was the only one by his side at his lowest, she was the first one he ran too after winning it all.

➳ masterlist | taglist: @agirlallalonee (dm to be added!!)

➳ feedback is appreciated and requests are open ♡

The final match was nerve-wracking. Spain were so close yet so far from scoring a goal to win the world cup. But against Argentina, you have to play until the last moment with everything you have.

Ferran was subbed in at the 62nd minute. He had half an hour at first to help his national team win or they're gonna have to go to extra time.

He was trying so hard. His girl was cheering for him while he was doing the most he can to score. But he wasn't lucky enough to do it in the original time.

As the referee blew his whistle, the players went to their coach to review tactics. Ferran looked up to where she was sitting, a look of desperation mixed with disappointment in himself flashed across his face. She smiled gently at him, giving him thumbs up, telling him that no matter how this ended, she was proud of his regardless.

His face softened slightly, but he was still determined to prove every person who has doubted him this world cup wrong.

The first extra half was like the rest of the match. Spain attacking relentlessly, and Emiliano Martinez jumping in front of the ball every time, keeping Argentina's dream alive.

Then the second half began, and it was an attack for Spain. Pedro Porro's cross wasn't perfect, but it found Nico Williams near the far post, where he bounced hit with his head into the box.

Ferran ran to the ball, and shot it with every force in his body, striking it towards the goal. Martinez tried jumping, but then the net shook violently.

Ferran had scored the winning goal.

She couldn't stop her eyes from watering as she jumped and cheered for her boyfriend. First thing he did was run towards the corner, snapping the corner flag and celebrating with his teammates, who jumped at him from all around.

She's never been more proud as the fans chanted his name, as his teammates hugged him, as he looked at her with relief, blowing her a kiss which she blew back.

The next 15 minutes were the most stressful of the whole match. Although Argentina weren't good on the attack, it was scary when Messi took the ball.

And then the final whistle. Spain had won the 2026 world cup. Ferran won his team the world cup.

As reality set in, she started crying again. She was there for Ferran when he was at his lowest, when he was doubted by everyone, even his own team. She never stopped believing in him, she knew he would show up to his team when they needed him the most, and he did.

After to whole ceremony, family was finally allowed to go on the pitch for pictures. She looked around for Ferran who was standing next to Pedri with the trophy in his hand. As soon as his eyes landed on her, he handed his teammate the trophy and sprinted towards her.

He lifted her up as they hugged each other tightly, her hand around his neck and his around her waist.

"I'm so proud of you Ferran" she whispered into his hair, running her fingers through his thick strands.

He placed her down but kept his hands on her, smiling so wide.

"I wouldn't have been able to do this without you bebé " he said, pulling her closer to him.

She smiled softly, pulling his neck down to kiss him. Their kiss was passionate like never before. It was him thanking her for being there always, and her showing how proud she is of him.

Ferran pulled away slowly and looked down at her with a smile.

"let's go take a picture with the trophy before Pedri decides to run with it" he joked, while she rolled her eyes playfully.

"we're having the most romantic moment in our lives and you had to mention Pedri. Pathetic" she chuckled, making him grin sheepishly.

"what can i say" he shrugged, putting her over his shoulder and running towards Pedri.

She was grateful to be by his side, and proud to be able to say, "my boyfriend had won the world cup".

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ferran couldn't wait to get his hands on you after all of the world cup celebrations but he forgets that hotel walls tend to be very, very thin.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 nsfw content below cut. smut with very, very little plot, rough sex, drunk sex (consensual obv), oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex + creampie, praise, exhibitionism (if you squint), overstimulation

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ᝰ 𝒆𝒗'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 | we're taking a break from our normal programming for a ferran fic because i couldn't get him out of my head since that goal on sunday. finally, argentina has lost, peace in the soccer world is restored. this is my first smut i've written in probably over a year so please be kind... LOL.

in other news, colston fic will def NOT be posted this week and i'm so sorry for lying to you... but i hope this makes it up????

The hallway is too bright.

That's the first thing you notice when the elevator doors slide open - the horrible, fluorescent quiet of a hotel at 4am, every light still on like it doesn't know the world just ended and began again. Ferran notices too, squinting against it, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing at the face he makes.

"Shh," you whisper, which sets him off, shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping it in.

He's drunk. You're drunk. The whole night had been like that - champagne that tasted like winning, music that rattled through your chest, Ferran's arm around your waist every time you tried to wander more than two feet away from him. Possessive in that certain way he gets, his thumb drawing slow circles against your hip through the fabric of your dress while he talked to his teammates, like he wasn't even thinking about it. Like you were just his, and that was that.

You'd pretended not to notice. He'd pretended he wasn't doing it.

basically just ferran being shy when they mention “oh ferran oh ferran” yeah that’s it but make it beachy.

you’re enjoying the sun and the crashing of waves on deck of the yatch your boyfriend, scored winning goal and a world cup champion, ferran had rented for the couple weeks of vacation he had, you two deciding on ibiza for some time of rest and relaxation before he had to return to a life full of training, diet and way too much time away from you, for your liking.

superestrella by aitana blasting in the background, the way it had been for the past, what was it? three days now?

when you feel a hand on your ass interrupting the meditation you had going. closing your book and lowering the sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to look at him, with a raised eyebrow when you notice his expression. “what’s going on?”

“they are never going to let it go” he groans burying his face in the back of your neck, you snort rolling to lay on your back so you could see him better and he decides to take it as an opportunity to rest on top of you full weight.

“oooh ferran?” you ask, with a smirk you can’t quite contain, which, receives a scowl from him when he notices. you’ve been having so much fun ever since the sound went viral and the endless teasing on his teammates part started.

“i see.” playing with the strands of his hair, you think of how girls started thirsting over your boyfriend: with edits on tiktok (which, by the way, you never fail to share with him) and the increase of followers on instagram. you were happy people were finally noticing what you’ve always known: the amazing person and talent that this man had.

how humble. and kind. and caring. and oh so devoted he was: to family, to his team, friends. and especially to you. being able to experience all of him first hand, it still blows your mind the extraordinary human being ferran torres is.

“what are you thinking?” you’re pulled out of your daydreaming by his voice against your ribcage.

“how lucky i am, to be with someone like you. and how much i love you.”

“oh god” he sounds almost pained, you’re about to speak again when his mouth is capturing yours in a slow intimate kiss that makes your brain short circuit.

you quickly melt into the kiss, pulling him closer as his hand travels down your body kneading the flash on the back of your thigh, making you tighten your legs around his waist succumbing to his kisses. mouth going slack when you feel his tongue licking into your mouth, your hand dangerously close to pulling down the front of his shorts.

“oh ferran oh ferran” you hear behind you in a over excessively sexual and high pitched tone to belong to marcos llorente, making you separate.

pulling down your glasses to at least cover your eyes and hold to the last bit of dignity you’ve got left while ferran’s head drops to chest exasperated “i’m never hearing the end of this” he complains in a whiny voice.

“that’s on you for being too hot.” you pat his shoulder sympathetically, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head.

safe to say that he spent hours on that deck trying to avoid any of his friends and get bullied.

SUM. you and cho inbeom indulge in an intense makeout session and inbeom is set on not letting you breathe for even a second.

(TYAL MLST) . cho inbeom x fem!reader · making out, est. relationship, mentions of saliva lol, swollen lips

you somehow find yourself in inbeom’s lap, his hands tightly gripping your waist while yours are tangled in his hair. the only sound being heard in the room is your heavy breathing and the smacking of your lips.

inbeom is literally devouring your mouth, tongue licking every corner and teeth tugging relentlessly at both of your lips. you can't even remember for how long you've been like this, all you know is that one moment inbeom’s determined to meet with you in the late hours of the night and the next second you were seated snugly on his thighs and the only thing that's been leaving your mouth have been breathy sighs ever since.

cho inbeom is on a mission to completely maul your mouth because every time you try to talk or simply catch your breath for a few seconds, he keeps nipping and licking around your mouth, jaw, even your goddamn neck!! he refuses to let you formulate a single word, making sure to interrupt any attempt and reduce you to a muffling mess.

you try to break the kiss again, feeling like your lungs will explode if you don't take a moment to breathe properly. you manage to peel yourself off inbeom’s mouth and you deeply inhale while looking up, pressing your almost numb lips together. you hear inbeom grunting and feel one of his hands making its way up, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your head down.

facing each other again, you finally take a good look at your boyfriend for the first time since you came here. his hair is a mess, his eyes are half lidded, dark with unadulterated desire, making them look even more intense than usual and his cheeks have a slight red tinge to them.

you allow your eyes to wander lower, having to swallow back the lump in your throat when they land on inbeom’s mouth. his lips are heavily swollen, slick with what you guess is a combination of both of your spit and they turned such a raw shade of red it has you wondering if it doesn't actually hurt. even the sides are clearly irritated, looking like you smudged lip tint all around them.

it's probably one of the most shameless inbeom has ever looked and you don't realize you're in the exact same predicament, if not a bit worse.

inbeom takes a moment to properly look at you as well and he resists the urge to pridefully puff his chest out because you look completely ravished.

your eyes are glassy and almost unfocused, your face almost glows in the dimly lit room, and your lips. oh, your lips. the sole center of inbeom’s attention for the past hour or so. they're bitten red, coated in a more than a normal amount of saliva, looking like they're one bite away from bleeding.

and it's not only your lips. inbeom made sure to run his teeth beyond them. your chin, jaw and neck sporting red marks as well, making you look like you suffered some sort of skin allergy, and this time inbeom really can't stop himself from feeling overly proud of the beautiful artwork he created.

“i really like kissing you.” his voice is deeper, a little hoarse due to the lack of talking. you both unintentionally discovered a while ago that your mouth is very sensitive and inbeom has been a total tease about it ever since, finding different ways to drive you crazy. however, it seems like tonight he wants to outdo himself and have you barely hanging by the last strand of sanity.

you try to pull back, but inbeom’s hand hasn't let go of your nape, keeping your head still. he uses the tip of his tongue to draw random patterns on yours, the awareness of every movement making your skin erupt into goosebumps.

spit is rapidly running down your chins, landing on your laps and you should really find it disgusting, but the emotion you're feeling the most right now is shyness. inbeom’s ministrations are filthy, and while you can't deny enjoying it, the shamelessness of it all is overwhelming.

a few minutes later, inbeom pushes his tongue along with yours back in your mouth and kisses you properly, releasing your nape only to wrap his arms around your waist and hug you closer— tighter against his body as humanly possible. your hands are holding inbeom’s shoulders in a vice grip.

he was showing no signs of ending this session anytime soon and you are getting frustrated with every passing second, needing a moment to completely catch your breath. you’ve tried tapping out with your fists against his chest, he doesn’t even flinch when you bite down on his bottom lip. you can feel inbeom smiling while doing that damn grunting sound only he can make from the back of his throat and feeling the vibrations right into your mouth is enough to make you spiral even more.

“just a little longer,” inbeom speaks, mouth still clasped over yours. but you’re spent. and in a final attempt to end this, you bring your hand up and pull at inbeom’s hair hard enough to tilt his head back, making him wince: “ah- ah- ah!”

you just look at each other, taking your disheveled appearances in. your eyes have cleared up, no longer out of focus and your mouth is slowly pulling into a pout.

"what?" inbeom asks while laughing. your eyebrows furrow then and you lightly slap his chest before bringing your hand and running the tips of your finger along your swollen lips.

"don't what me, you fucking animal! my lips are so swollen, i can barely talk! my entire mouth hurts, you moron!" and you're right, you can't articulate your words properly because besides the extra plumpness, they've also gotten quite numb. inbeom holds back the laughter still bubbling in his chest, knowing that if he laughs in your face right now he'll probably never get another chance like this again.

he clears his throat before answering. "well, this fucking animal", he makes sure to emphasize your words, "just gave you the best damn makeout session ever for more than an hour. is that not some sort of record?” he arches one of his eyebrows and a teasing smirk is creeping up on his equally swollen lips. “i think we can go even longer.”

you scoff incredulously. "you've abused my mouth enough. if you want to go further, use your pillow.” you say as you shove him back and climb off his lap.

inbeom laughs, accepting it. still, he mentally pats himself on the back because in a bit of dating, he managed to have you match his freak, no matter how unhinged you sometimes got. he knows you wouldn't do something you're not comfortable with, but you give into inbeom’s shenanigans every time, despite the apprehension or shyness that take over you sometimes.