One shot : Night owl
Pairing : Ferran Torres x Black reader
Summary : When you tell Ferran you’ll be home by 2 and it’s 8 a.m.
Warnings (+18) : angst, jealousy, smut and fluff.
A/N: Hi girlies, took more time than planned but I'm doing my best. The smut felt better in my head still I hope you guys enjoy. @kyoshithewriter inspired me with one of her reblogs and you guys know I love angst so I started to write that one.
What was supposed to be a regular girl night out at the restaurant ended up in an impromptu party night. After the restaurant, a few drinks in a bar, then another one. Alcohol, good vibes, good music. The perfect cocktail to wake up the sleepy party girls inside. Next stop, a famous club in Barcelona.
By 3 a.m. they are dancing to reggaeton songs in a completely different club. Grinding, twisting their hips like it's their profession. One of the girls meets a former friend, and by 6 a.m. they are heading to his house for the after-party. Time freezes when you have fun. When she comes to her senses, it’s 8:30 a.m.
Suddenly, it hits her. Ferran. The consequences her wild night could have on not only him but also his image. Although they managed to keep a level of privacy, going completely under the radar seemed impossible when your boyfriend is playing for one of the biggest clubs in the world.
Every public appearance turning into public scrutiny and relationship analysis. At first, the exercise was testing. Turning her Instagram page private did not help much. What truly helped her stay grounded is love and support from her partner. Each time the slightest doubt crossed her mind, Ferran erased it. A real lover boy, the definition of a supportive partner. The type who does not shy away from affection and grand gestures.
The key slowly turns as she quietly makes her way into their shared house. Hopefully, training starts later so she can avoid the inevitable. With the alcohol running through her veins, remembering his schedule seems insurmountable.
Once inside, she removes her stiletto heels as silently as she could to not wake him up. Apparently the two dogs had other plans. Both of them are barking to show their excitement to see her come home. "Omg, the two of you are going to get me into trouble.” She tries to hush them without much success. They are as loving as their father.
The hem of her dress is going higher each step. When she finally reaches the room, she notices the tattooed back sitting straight on their shared bed. The morning silence never felt that heavy. By the movement of his back, she can tell he has been awake for a moment. Hesitation sets in, but he finally breaks the silence. ”It’s 8:45 a.m.”
”I know.” Suddenly, she is thankful for listening to her friend. The jacket under her fingers helps her calm her nerves. The uncomfortable silence comes back again. Ferran rises from bed, going straight into the bathroom. After one year and a half, she could count on her fingers the amount of times good morning kisses were missing.
She decides to drop the jacket on the bed and follow him. Yes, she promised to be home by 2 a.m., but fun and good energy can cloud a mind.
”Ferri…I was out with the girls. Nothing crazy.”
He gives her his famous don’t push it stare. ”Nothing crazy? You got mad at me when I came home at 2 a.m. instead of 1 a.m and unlike you, I warned you.” His Spanish accent wrapping around every syllable more than usual.
The situation is far from being funny, but her coping mechanism forces her to crack a shy grin. He is right, she knows. Suddenly she feels smaller, not because of his word. She just simply hates fighting with him.
”Amor…Ferri…I promise it was just a fun girl’s night out.”
”Don’t amor me..."
”You see? This is your problem" You’re so mad, you won’t even listen to me.”
The way he is shoving his toiletry stuff in his pouch speaks express more than his voice ever could. ”Amor, come on. Talk to me.”
He stays quiet, clearly preparing for training.
”You acted as if I cheated on you.”
”Maybe you did, who knows? How do you explain coming home in the morning without texting or anything?” That response feels like a stab in the chest. The nervous laugh slipping from her lips has nothing comical. It simply stops her from saying things she could later regret. Ferran openly showing distrust is a first.
”It’s ridiculous. I cheated, but my makeup and hair look great. You know how I look after we get intimate.” The second they are about to have some fun, looks fly to the back of her mind. Pleasure and intimacy are far more interesting.
”Don’t need to get intimate to cheat… You can also arrange everything before coming back home.”
”Are you fucking serious, Ferran? You really think I cheated?”
He remains quiet, basically confirming his thoughts. "Thank you for showing me that you never trusted me in the first place.”
”Anyway, training is calling.”
”Hope it helps collecting your mind back.”
”What did you say?”
”You heard.”
“Unless you’re apologising, I’m not interested.” His tone is as sharp as a kitchen knife, cutting through her mind like butter. It rarely happens, but he is mad.
****
The afternoon arrived quite fast. Hopefully, her few hours of sleep combined with his intensive training will help him calm his nerves. The back tattoos and long hair never failed to please her eyes.
The tone of her sleepy yet soft voice cut through the silence of the room. ”Ferri? Amor? Are we still going shopping later? You asked me to go with you three days ago, remember?”
His response is dry and direct. ”I’ll go with Pedri.” Pretty much the opposite of what she is used to from her lover boy.
Something slightly sinks inside of her chest. ”Oh, wow. Really?”
”At least Pedri respects me.”
The hours away have not changed much. The frustration is still there. Clear and loud. The mocking edge only builds up to her annoyance.
”Ferran. How old are you? Yes, I’m wrong, but it doesn’t give you the right to behave like a teenager.”
”Yeah, please. Add up to your case. Call me a teen.” He responds, barely looking up to see her. If the goal is to punish her, he is succeeding. The feeling of being overlooked and ignored would irritate anyone.
”Fine…I’m sorry, Ferran, my Ferri. It won’t happen again.”
”Is that all? You don’t even mean it. You’re almost rolling your eyes.” The Spanish accent thickening at each syllable.
”I apologise for coming back home in the morning without messaging you, Ferran. However, I don’t agree with your accusations. I never cheated. Shit, it doesn't even cross my mind because I have everything I need with my Ferri.” Silence grows in the room, building up the tension in the air. Ferran picks a white long-sleeved shirt to match his jeans. The fluffiness of his gel-free hair is calling her, but the ego cannot take one more rejection or negative comment.
”Really, Ferran? You’re not going to respond to me?”
”Everything you need, eh? Apparently not since you cannot come back home.” Anger starts to burn her throat. The venin wants to defend herself, not caring about poisoning anything else. However, she remembers her mother’s voice: ”You’re going to drive that man away with that big mouth of yours. Behave! Loving men like him are rare.”
”Technically I came back home. You know what? Please, go with Pedri. If it can actually bring your common sense back, that’d be great.” She spits, heavily controlling her mouth to not say more than what she meant.
Now the memory of Ferran sending her a tweet about her antics resurfaces. ”That mouth is a blessing and a curse." The double innuendo was pretty easy to understand. The same mouth that could bring him joy, pleasure and reassurance could also cut deep.
”There she goes…I’m not going to hug you right after you apologized. If it was me, I’d be sleeping on the sofa for weeks.”
”No need, I’d be outside of your house.”
He passes a hand in his hair before shaking his head. ”You will never change. That’s crazy. Anyway, adios." The door closes behind him, leaving her alone with the two dogs accusingly staring at her.
”What? Your daddy is crazy. Not me.” One of them tilts his head to the side, observing her. ”I didn’t cheat on your daddy. I promise. He gets on my nerves, but I love him.” The dog barks excitedly, which makes her grin.
”You guys spent way too much time in front of movies.” She jokes gently, caressing their heads. Although she plays it tough, deep inside she hates every fight. Ferran makes it hard to stay mad at him.
The man always has something up his sleeve to get a smile out of her. Not the performative type. The one that reaches her eyes. The one he swore robbed his heart. Food, silly jokes, compliments, random hugs or kisses. He always found a way to come back into her good graces.
Today feels different. The anger is louder than usual, clearly stirred up by her lack of consideration. Yes, she messed up, but the cheating allegations felt like a stab in the heart. How could he ever think she could betray him in such a way? Why such a conclusion?
****
A gesture. That could help, right? Speaking, vocalising what she always struggles to say out loud. She has never been a big lover girl like him. Mom and Dad are to be thanked for that. They shattered that fantasy from a very young age. Her ”Te amo” was not as frequent as his but sincere nonetheless. At first, the task was difficult. Love made it easier. That bright smile on his face and the spark in his eyes were worth all the discomfort in the world.
Dinner time is right around the corner. No matter how angry they were, they had one rule. Always dining together when Ferran is in town. His demanding job made it difficult for them to reunite around a meal every single night. Yet, today she had no idea whether he was going to honour that promise or not.
The salad fruit looks at her as she puts it on the table. Melon, watermelon, strawberry, raspberries, small mint leaves and lemon juice. His favourite. Maybe he would change his mind when he notices the efforts.
Five minutes go by and no signs of Ferran. 'Patience, patience,' she mutters to herself. When five turned into fifteen, patience was long gone. Now she was aggressively blowing up his phone. ”Really, Ferran? One fight and you look past our rule? You're abandoning me to eat with Pedri?” She pauses, holding her phone tighter than necessary. Pedri could go to hell too. Always somewhere in the corner to steal precious time with her man.
”Is that a fucking game for you, Ferran? Because you for sure don’t want to – " The door closing interrupts her. She immediately pressed the red button, giving him a death glare in the meantime.
”Because I don’t want to what? Finish your sentence.”
She looks down, embarrassed yet too prideful to acknowledge her wrongdoing.
”Say whatever you want to say.” The tone is calm, but she is no fool. This is fake calm, just like a rainbow in the sky right before the rain hits again.
She remains silent. The tension in the room is so high it could suffocate anyone who dared to come in. Even the dogs preferred staying outside.
”I was stuck in traffic. If only you could control your temper, you’d talk to me before making conclusions.” He said exactly what he should have avoided.
”Wow! Who said that? The same man who made conclusions about me this morning accused me of cheating when I did nothing wrong except drinking, dancing and enjoying myself. See how hard it is, ugh?"
”There we go… Listen, I had a great afternoon. I’m at peace.” That last sentence hurts. A great afternoon far away from her while she stayed inside thinking about how she was going to make it to him.
"Yeah, because I’m always the one ruining your peace, is that right, Ferran?”
”I never said that.”
”Pedri is your peace, I get it.” She rises from the chair, not even looking at him. He tries to gently grab her forearm, but she breaks free. Their eyes met, and she read a pinch of hurt in his eyes. ”For how long are you going to make me pay? I’ve already apologised." Her voice is almost a whisper.
”I’m not making you pay anything.”
Her eyes automatically roll as she groans, ”You’re giving me the silent treatment and spending all of your fucking time with Pedri.”
”It’s normal! We're close friends. Nobody told you anything when you were out last night with your girls.”
”Fine, go get into a relationship with him then. Oh… By the way, I made a fruit salad for dessert. Good night.” He catches her forearm, forcing her to face him. Always gently. Sure, anger was there, but she never felt it in his touch.
He snorts, ”Really? You’re jealous of Pedri now?”
”It’s not funny, Ferran. Last time I checked, I’m your girl. Not Pedri.”
He sighs, ”Oh Dios mio! Not today.” Just like that, he leaves her to sit around the table. Let’s eat and talk about it all. Food always helps."
The pettiness inside of her jumps out, and she acts on it. ”Since Pedri is your peace, you’re free to call him and have dinner with him. I’m upstairs, bye.”
”Amor! Come back here.” She ignores him, stomping her foot until she reaches their bedroom. The door closes and she leans against it. All of that for a fucking night out. She was done with him. This is what she thought unless she got a glimpse of her secret weapon. She will remind him what he is missing. Why she should always come first.
****
Two can play the game, and tonight she intends to win. No matter how mad he is, this time he will no longer resist. The mascarade barely lasts. From behind, he notices him. Eating his fruit salad in silence, his eyes looking for any sign of comfort. Somewhere, her heart clenches, but she is on a mission.
She clears her throat, forcing him to look at her. The spoon stays in the air as he notices the pink lace perfectly contrasting with her brown skin. He puts the spoon down, swallowing hard as she approaches. His shoulders slowly relaxing under her touch. As if nothing happened earlier, she sits on his lap, claiming her territory. Her arms wrap around his neck. Ferran blinks, rapidly checking if he is not dreaming.
”I’m going to show you that I only care about one man. Even if he moves like an idiot sometimes.”
He sighs, throwing his head back. 'Joder. Why are you like that? That mouth is –"
She shuts him down, placing her index finger on his lips. ”Is about to give you the best time of your day.”
Ferran chuckles, ”Amazing. It will change from that attitude.”
”See? You don’t enjoy peace, Ferri.”
”I’m joking. I love you even with that attitude.”
"I'm your girl, only yours. Coming home in the morning can never change that." Her fingers gently brush his beard. Tonight is all about you, amor."
He cracks a shy smile before responding, "Tonight I'm actually going out with Pedri." Her seductive phase morphed into a stinky one. The arms that previously wrapped her neck fall by her side as she closes her silk déshabillé.
"Are you fucking serious now?"
Ferran stares into her eyes before bursting out, laughing. "You should see your reaction. Too funny." She slaps his arm.
"I'm going to laugh too when I please myself in the shower."
"Come on, princesa. Don't take it like that." He leans in, brushing his lips on her neck. That specific spot that leaves her panting and wanting for more. His hands go lower, firmly grabbing her butt.
"Show me you're only mine." He whispers in her ear before gently biting the top. No need to hear that twice. Time to get to work.
The déshabillé opens up again right before Ferra decides to brush it off her shoulders. His eyes glisten as he admires the pink lace set.
"You're so sexy."
"You too, amor."
Just like that, previous tensions evaporate like the citrus oil radiating in their living room. Their brown eyes met, that special spark lightening their pupils and soul. The gap between their bodies closes until their noses brush. Her hands slowly travel all the way until reaching his shoulders. She barely has time to form a sentence before their lips lock. Her entire chest warms up as she feels something hardening against her thigh.
It takes a few seconds for him to be shirtless. Her tongue runs on his torso, carefully tracing his muscles. The gentle caress on top of her head only encourages her. Their eyes meet and she almost melts there. The way he always looks at her as if she were the most precious trophy in the world warms her entire soul.
”Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”
The response dies inside of his throat as she kisses that special spot on her neck. Feeling his hot breath accelerating on her skin leaves her wanting more. The lips' journey continues. A small stop at his nipples, sucking and licking on them. Eyes locked on his.
”You’re bad, amor.”
”Only for you.”
Her tongue pursues its path on his abs, tenderly kissing each one and tracing them with her tongue. The pelvis comes next, with delicate kisses without ever touching him there. She skips until reaching his thighs. Caressing them with all the love she has for him.
"No games tonight. Please. You’ve caused enough damage.” His voice almost sounds like a plea. At that comment, she giggles, gently pulling on his shorts. Their eyes never interrupted the connection. Usually, they are more focused on lust. Today feels different. Every stare and touch is more intense, only adding up to the heat and wetness between her legs.
The sight of his ads rising up and down in anticipation as she strokes him slowly does not help. Her nipples suddenly feel trapped against the lace. It is almost painful. Yet the plan is more important. She kisses the tip, unmoved by the precum leaking.
Her tongue collected it as if it could quench the thirst she had for him. The way his hand rests on her cheek adds up to the moment. The small caress with the tip of his fingers could have made her cry. Oh to feel the love through his touch. She never wanted to escape it. She suckles on the tip like an ice pop, his moans sounding like her favourite melody.
"Amor."
The special trick will soon break him. She spits all over his cock before getting to work. His hips accidentally bucking as she sucks on him steadily and slowly. Letting him feel the difference. From her knees, she sees him turning red, almost suffocating before gently removing her head from him.
"What... Joder... What did you do?"
She feigns innocence. "Nothing special.”
"Stop lying. Usually it doesn't feel…I mean…it feels amazing, but today, dios mio.”
"It's a secret, amor. Just enjoy yourself.” She makes a mental note to thank her bestie for the menthol crystal tips.
He tenderly grabs her chin. ”I’m not going to last, and this isn’t what I want… I need to feel you, amor.”
”Ferri, come on. It’s been one minute. I know you can do better for me.” She does not give him time to think. Her mouth is right back on him. As her mouth goes further, she sees his abs contracting more and more. His moans getting louder each time, yet the small rubs at the top of her head leave her wanting more. Drool is covering his member, a part of her hand and chin, but she barely cares. Not when her lover sounds that good and she is the reason for it. She clenches her thighs to suppress that ache.
”Joder, por favor.” - Fuck, please.
Her clit rubbing against the lace makes her moan around him. Ferran bucks his hips further, trying to feel more of her. His eyes are now closed, head thrown back. The bliss is near, so she stops. Leaving him panting and questioning his entire existence.
”Hmmm. So… Am I the source of your troubles, Ferri? Is Pedri more important than me? Do you think I was out there doing that to somebody else, uh?”
He rubs his face, trying to collect himself. ”Amor, please. Really? Right now? Let’s not ruin the moment. You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re not a cheater. I was just jealous.”
The smile on her face says it all. The trick worked. ”Happy?”
”More than happy, Ferri.”
”Now, it’s my turn.”
****
It is now her turn to moan out loud as her man pleases her with his mouth. The heat in the pit of her stomach and the trembling muscles are threatening to take over. She grips the arm of the couch with all of her strength when her orgasm washes her over. The piercing scream she lets out makes him grin. Apparently, the wetness on his beard could not stop him.
”Babe, it’s…”
”You thought you could get away with your little act.” She wants to curse him, but the feeling of his tongue on her clit makes it impossible. Each time she tries to crawl away, he presses her thighs and brings her even closer. At this point, her knuckles would turn white if they could. The sofa would curse her too for burying her long nails in the fabric.
”Please, I’m sorry…Ferri…B…I…”
”Don’t really understand, amor.”
He keeps going, licking, sucking on her pussy with more intensity than usual. The second orgasm brings tears to her eyes and leaves her entire body shaking. She arches her back and jumps on the occasion to close her legs. Soon his long hair is tickling her chest while he softly kisses her.
”Calma, amor. I’m here.” The grin on his face reveals a certain pride. He got exactly the reaction he wanted from her. Without wasting time, she grabs his head, forcing their lips to crash again. She can taste herself, but nothing new here. She is used to it.
”Need you now.”
”Sit down for me, Ferri.”
It could have ended here, but they are both greedy. Both lustful for one another. Both craving to close any sort of distance between them. Her deshabillé lies on the floor while she is busy riding. They both moaned at the first contact.
Hard, rock, steady rock. His hands grab her ass, guiding her rhythm. Her hands rest on the couch for stability. The sweat dripping over their bodies is not enough to stop them. His head buries in her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin. She does not fight it. How could she when pleasure is that intense? Not when he rearranges his hips to hit the spot that drives her crazy.
”Yes, babe…Right there.”
In a swift movement, she finds herself lying on her back. Her hands slid behind his back as their hips met with passion at each trust. He kisses her forehead with love, his hand caressing her cheek. Forehead against forehead, she pushes her hips further to meet his. One of her hands goes behind the back of his head, pulling him closer. As close as their bodies could allow.
”I love you, Ferri.”
”Love you more, amor.”
Eye to eye, he reaches nirvana quickly, followed by her own. He leans forward to hold her through it. Her hands tenderly rub his tattooed back while he kisses her cheek and forehead.
”You’re good?”
”Great.”
”So…You love me like that?”
”Ferri, you know I do. How can you even think I don’t?” She pauses, grabbing his face. ”Listen, yeah, I should’ve told you, but me coming back home in the morning doesn’t change anything. I love you, always did.”
”Sorry for calling you a cheater, amor. I'm just scared to lose you.”
"Aw, Ferri. I'm yours, you know it. I forgive you only if you take a bath with me.”
He chuckles, ”I got you.” Sealing that promise with a kiss.
