ohh ferrann

Husband! Ferran Torres who tells you his phone password the first day you started dating, because he trusts you fully and is completely in love with you, he has nothing to hide from you (except embarrassing texts from his teammates).

Husband! Ferran Torres who drives you wherever you want, at anytime you want. You could ask him to go to the park at 2am and he would pick up his car keys immediately.

Husband! Ferran Torres who helps you paint your car hot pink and even goes to practice driving it. When his teammates tease him about it, he just shrugs and says his wife has great taste.

Husband! Ferran Torres who buys you a flower bouquet every day, because he wants to show you how grateful he is that a perfect woman like you chose to be with him and how much he loves you.

Husband! Ferran Torres who ALWAYS pays the bill in any restaurant, even if you ordered fast food he’ll pay for every single thing. For him, 50-50 doesn’t exist and his wife should never even have to touch her own credit card if he’s there. The last time you tried to pay before him he took your card out of your hands and said “You’re my wife and all my money is yours. Let me spoil you, amor.”

Husband! Ferran Torres who buys your favourite food when you’re on your period and knows exactly when you need it. You don’t even need to ask him, he’ll just see you in bed and immediately go buy it.

Husband! Ferran Torres who gives you a shoulder massage when you come back from work exhausted, his fingers digging gently into your tense muscles while he kisses the top of your head and says how much he loves you.

Husband! Ferran Torres who wants you to visit all your dream countries (or just places you want to go to). You could just say one time while eating breakfast that you’d like to visit Japan and the next day he’ll come home with two plane tickets in first-class.

Husband! Ferran Torres who buys you all the books you want at the bookstore and holds them for you while you walk through the aisles, a bright smile appearing on his face every time you pick up a book and explain the plot to him.

Husband! Ferran Torres who notices immediately when you’re nervous and holds your hand gently, his fingers interlacing with yours and his thumb rubbing the side of your hand to help you relax.

Husband! Ferran Torres who loves to flirt with you as if it was the first time you met. You’re swimming in your pool, and he joins you, a glass of wine in his hand as he runs his hand through his hair. “Hola hermosa, you look like you want to have fun with someone. I’d be glad to help.” And when you laugh at his cheesy behaviour he grins and kisses you.

that’s such an amazing idea I love it!!

pairing: bf! ferran torres x gf! reader

The news of Ferran’s transfer to PSG has been the headline of every media outlet since it was officially announced two days ago, but among the comments regarding your boyfriend leaving Barca there are others that catch your attention no matter how hard you try to ignore them.

ohhferran: does this mean he’s getting back with sira??

footdeluxe: I wanna see him and sira together pls

mbapspecial: does this mean him and y/n broke up?

worldcuplarper: bro his gf must be mad he’s gonna be with his ex again

You curse under your breath and turn off your phone, throwing it on the sofa before stomping away to the kitchen to make yourself a bowl of fruits to calm down.

Your mind is spinning with thousands of theories each more far-fetched than the last. You cannot get rid of the comments that are now practically tattooed behind your eyelids, a wave of insecurity washing over you.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Ferran found out he preferred Sira over you. After all, she’s prettier, smarter and everyone supported their relationship and even made sad edits when they broke up. Even when you scroll through his old Instagram posts, you can see how much he loved her just by looking at his eyes.

She’ll always be better than me.

“Amor, you’re eating fruits without me? You little traitor.” Ferran steps into the kitchen and stands behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“How’s the transfer going? You’re not sad that you’re leaving?” You ask, keeping your focus on the mango you’re cutting in small cubes, ignoring as best you can the unwelcome thoughts tormenting your mind.

Ferran kisses your cheek, his body pressing closer to yours. “Of course I’m sad, but I think this is for the best.”

“Yeah, it must be nice to spend time with your ex again, far from Barcelona.” You mumble under your breath but he hears you and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around so you are facing him.

“Hey, what was that, cariño? Do you think I’m going to PSG just to see Sira? I haven’t even talked to her in years.” His dark brown eyebrows furrow in question, but you avoid his gaze, looking at the floor.

“You two were together for so long, everyone wants to see you back with her. They aren’t wrong, aren’t they?” You say in an emotionless voice, looking at him with an empty look in your eyes.

“Why would I get back with her? I have you, amor, you’re the only woman I love.” Ferran reaches out and cups your face between his calloused palms, caressing your cheeks gently with his thumbs.

“Do you think I’m blind? She’s the perfect choice for you, everyone says the same thing, why wouldn’t you agree with them?” You snap at him, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head away from him.

“I don’t want her, I moved on a long time ago and I only want you. Forever.” Ferran places his index and middle finger under your chin and turns your head back toward him so you can’t avoid his gaze anymore. His brown eyes are staring intently at yours, as if trying to decipher a secret code.

“You’re gonna be in fucking Paris, Ferran! She’s probably going to talk to you as soon as you’ll be there and then you’ll end up dining together in a fancy restaurant, uh?” You retort, jealousy radiating off you.

Ferran stares at you for long excruciating seconds before he snorts, trying to stifle his laugh but failing miserably. He lets out a booming laugh and lets go of your chin to hug you instead, his hand gripping the back of your head.

“Oh, Y/N, I never expected you to be this jealous.” He pulls back to ruffle your hair, grinning widely while you glare at him.

“I’m not jealous, I’m just asking questions.” You say harshly, your voice laced with barely contained irritation.

Ferran shakes his head and kisses you on the lips, his nose brushing against yours. “I would never get back with Sira. I love you, and only you.”

“You.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Are.” Another kiss on your forehead. “Perfect.” A third kiss on the top of your head.

You blush at his actions and push him away, trying to act non-affected by his adorable response to your jealousy regarding him and his ex girlfriend. “I—I was not jealous, just so you know.”

He takes a step closer, towering over you, the smug smirk on his face saying blatantly ‘We both know you’re lying.’

He places both his hands under your thighs and lifts you up, placing you delicately on the edge of the kitchen counter. He stands between your legs, looking up at you with pure mischief in his eyes. “I like seeing your jealous side. Makes me realize how much you care about me.”

summary: you and ferran share a cute moment in front of thousands of people after Spain wins the World Cup

pairing: bf! ferran torres x gf! fem reader

I wrote this in the middle of the heatwave with the biggest headache ever, so I’m sorry if there any typos or the sentence structure is awful in some paragraphs.

Spain has won the World Cup.

You are watching from the VIP section, screaming your boyfriend’s name while him and his teammates walk toward the stage to receive their medals and the trophy.

The ceremony takes places smoothly, then the Spanish team begins to take pictures on the stage, every single player wanting to hold the trophy for a few seconds as if it were their baby. You let out a small laugh as you see Ferran kissing the trophy multiple times and holding it gently as if in fear that he might break it.

After a few minutes, one of the staff members tells you that the family members and wags can now go join the players on the pitch. You smile and walk down the stairs that lead to the pitch while scanning the crowd of Spanish players below to find Ferran.

He sees you first. You turn your head and find him already heading in your direction, the Spanish flag billowing behind him like a superhero cape.

“Amor! We won!” He smiles brightly, his entire face illuminated by his pure happiness, his eyes shining like stars in the night sky.

“I am so proud of you, Ferran!” You squeal and jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hug him tightly, tears of joy rolling down your cheeks and falling on his shoulder.

“Don’t cry, amor, I want to see you smiling.” He pulls away and gently wipes your tears with his thumbs before pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

You hear the supporters in the stands screaming at this public display of affection, the giant screen on the corner of the stadium showing you and Ferran hugging. You laugh shyly, and unwrap your legs from around his waist as he puts you down, your shoes meeting the grass with a soft thud.

“Remember what I told you two weeks ago?” Your boyfriend asks as he takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You raise an eyebrow in question for a few seconds before his words come back to you suddenly, a promise he made during a party when you two were terribly drunk. You assumed he was joking but the look of earnestness in his eyes now is saying otherwise.

“You said if Spain won you would dance with me.” You blush, trying to let go of his hand but he only pulls you closer to him, giving you a teasing smile.

“Yes, and I keep all my promises.” He says solemnly and throws a glance over his shoulder to call out to Lamine who’s playing wrestling with Gavi a few meters away.

“Yamal, give me your speaker!” He yells loud enough to be heard by the entire team. Lamine stares at him, confused by this sudden request, but he shrugs and picks up the speaker that is at his feet, throwing it at Ferran.

He catches it effortlessly and pulls your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, unlocking it and going on Spotify, typing a song title. He connects your phone to the speaker and you stay silent as you try to recognize the melody of the song he chose.

The music begins and you immediately recognize it. You two danced to it so many times how could you ever forget it?

Bailando.

“Ferran…” You say in a high-pitched voice, looking at the thousands of people sitting in the stands around you, your face turning red from embarrassment.

“Forget them. We’re here to celebrate, nothing to be ashamed of, cariño.” Ferran places a finger on your lips before taking your hand in his left one, placing his right hand on your hip as he pulls you closer to him, your chest against his.

“I love you.” He says softly as he begins to dance with you, your feet moving in rhythm to the beat of the song, the whistles and shouts of his teammates behind you filling the atmosphere.

“I love you too, Torres.” You grin as he spins you around and lets go of your hand, placing both his hands on your hips now, moving his body in sync with yours, your back against his chest.

“I thought about you before I scored. I told myself I wanted to make you proud. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N.” He whispers in your ear and you turn your head to look him in the eye, your lips curving into a smile, but you remember that you are right in the middle of a football stadium.

“Stop being so romantic in front of so many people, the media is going to write so many articles about this!” You whine and try to pull away but he grabs your waist and spins you around, capturing your lips into a tender kiss, his soft lips caressing yours.

“Let them see how much I love you, mi amor. I only care about you and nothing else.” He lets out a small laugh as he presses his forehead to yours, his brown eyes looking at you intensely as if you held the keys to the secrets of the universe.

“And you will always be the one for me, mi corazón.” You reply, closing your eyes as his teammates yell “Oh Ferrann!”, a small laugh escaping your lips at their interruption.

summary: while ferran is burping your newborn daughter, she accidentally spits out the milk on his shoulder.

pairing: husband! ferran torres x wife! reader

“Come on princesa, you need to burp so I can go take a nap.” Ferran pats your daughter on her small back while he bounces his leg.

You are watching the two of them from the other couch, smiling as you notice the way your husband is so gentle with his daughter, the way he smiles at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“No don’t do this!” You sit up at Ferran’s sudden shout and run to him to see what happened.

Your daughter is resting her tiny chin on his broad shoulder and a trail of milk is running down your husband’s shirt, staining the expensive fabric.

Ferran pulls her away from his shoulder and gives her a reprimanding look while she yawns in his face, a total look of innocence on her face. “We don’t do this, princesa. I have to go change shirts now.”

You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you: the spit out milk on Ferran’s shoulder, his pouty expression and the unbothered one of your daughter.

You take her from his arms and gently cradle her in yours, kissing the tip of her nose. “You know how to annoy your dad already. You’ll be the funniest girl when you’ll grow up. I can’t wait to see you prank him.”

Ferran glances at the back of his shirt and winces in disgust before taking off his shirt. “I’m never burping her again.”

You laugh at him and look at your daughter before glancing back at him. “You’re saying this now, but I know you’ll volunteer again tomorrow.”

He looks at you in silence for a few seconds before nodding in resignation. “You know me too well, mi amor.”

It ain't my fault you keep turnin' me on

summary: seeing your bf coming back from his training all sweaty, his shirt showing off all his muscles perfectly, you can’t resist the urge to kiss him

pairing: ferran torres x reader

contents: bf!ferran torres and gf!reader, slight innuendos at the end, heavy make out sesh, they’re both needy asf

not edited, I was ovulating and had the urge to write a one shot so there might be a few typos

You were reading a book on the couch while waiting for Ferran to come back from his training at the Ciutat Esportiva. You were almost falling asleep when the familiar whistle Ferran does when he comes home reached your ears, immediately waking you up.

“I’m home, cariño!” You snap your book shut at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice coming from the entrance hall and you jump off the couch, running to go hug him.

“Ferran!” You exclaim, rushing out of the living room to meet him at the entrance, arms extended in preparation for a hug. However, you stop dead in your tracks when you see your boyfriend standing by the front door—not because there is something unusual, but rather because there is a completely different sort of charm radiating off him.

Ferran is wearing a tight compression shirt that shows off every single one of his muscles, from his bulging biceps to each ridge of his abs, everything is visible as if the shirt was custom-made for him.

His dark brown hair—now almost black—is dripping with sweat, a few strands sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. He looks up to meet your gaze, his brown eyes shining with affection under the light, meanwhile you feel another feeling blooming in your chest.

Desire. A pure unfiltered wave of carnal desires you weren’t expecting.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, pouting as he opens his arms wide, waiting for you to hug him.

“Ah—uh, yes it’s just you…” You stutter, your thoughts colliding with each other in your mind and leaving you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I am?” Ferran raises an eyebrow, taking a step toward you as an amused smile appears on his handsome face.

“You are too hot right now.” You blurt out, looking him up and down as if trying to etch every single detail into memory.

Ferran freezes for a fraction of a second at your sudden compliment before letting out a genuine, deep chuckle. He wraps his muscular arms around you and pull you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

“If I knew you missed me that much, I would’ve left training earlier, mi amor.” He whispers, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he smiles against your skin.

“Fer…” You say softly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His eyebrows furrow in concern as you stay silent and he places his hands on either side of your waist, holding you gently.

“Yes, did you want to tel—” You don’t let him the chance to finish his sentence before crashing your lips into his, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close to you.

Ferran is completely caught by surprise and he stumbles, his back hitting the wall behind him. His eyes are wide in shock as you kiss him but he quickly snaps out of his stupor and kisses you back immediately with the same intensity, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He whispers in a husky voice as he kisses you again, his right hand sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing it lightly.

“Ferran~” You moan as you feel the bulge in his pants turning into a full erection as he begins to grind his hips against yours, both of you desperate for friction, seeking to have as much physical contact as possible.

“I should wear that shirt more often, mi amor?” He chuckles as he begins trailing kisses along your jaw before leaving open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling and biting on the skin as he moves his lips toward your collarbones.

“Ah—yes.” You gasp and tug at his hair to bring his lips back on yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss as you move it skillfully against his, the taste of the minty gum h was chewing coating your tongue now.

Ferran groans as you press your body flush against his, leaving not a single inch of space between you two, the warmth of your bodies making you dizzy with pleasure.

“Do you think your stamina is still good even after running for two hours?” You ask him as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. Ferran breaks it with his thumb before licking the saliva off his finger while keeping his eyes on you, his pupils dilated to the point you can almost no longer see his irises.

“Let’s find out together,amor.” He gives you a salacious grin before suddenly lifting you off the ground, placing his warm, veiny hands under your thighs, his slender fingers digging into the soft flesh.