Rare pair idea i got, want to quickly post before the game:
Clothed sex (but it's angst)
Everyone has now seen how ferran trains and tans practically naked. Shamelessly exposing his body for everyone to see and admire. He looked good and he knew it, he knew the eyes on him, the fans losing their minds(men and women alike) and the compliments he got for the body(and face) he has worked for all these years.
One person who wasn't a huge fan of ferran showing off (whoring himself out), was his bf joan.
He was ok with it at the beginning, when it wouldn't happen as often. But now its all people talked about. Joan never considered himself the "possessive type", because he found that ridiculous and childish. He knew who he was dating and how insanely attractive said person was, he wasn't going to tell ferran to change who he is. Even if it really bothered him.
Actually he really hated it.
So to get back at him (just a little), every time they are back at joan's room (because ferran liked that it smelled like joan) getting close and touchy(and yk yk), joan doesn't remove ferran's clothes.
It was something joan would always volunteer to do at the beginning of their relationship, he loved staring at ferran under him, slowly unwrapping his favourite desert (cliche haha idc), watching the little pout on ferran's face and hearing the whines he would let out when joan was extra slow.
It eventually became a ritual.
So when joan suddenly stops, ferran starts to worry.
His mind immediately starts to spiral after the second time.
The first time he just thought that joan wasn't really in the mood, that he was tired from training, from the unbearable heat in the us, so he shrugged it off, even if it stung a little.
So when it happens the next time as well, ferran seriously starts to worry.
He thinks about everything that has happened, all the things he said, something he did or that maybe it was something he didn't do.
A week after, ferran is noticeably upset, even getting questioned by the other players which he could easily lie to, that it was the stress of the world cup and the pressure from fans.
But what was really going through his head, something that he never imagined he would think about : 'Is there something wrong with the way I look?' Something that joan dislikes or maybe something he has started to find unappealing.
Ferran has never felt insecure about his looks, yeah maybe for football related stuff but never his physique, especially now.
But now he didn't know what to think.
He completely stopped going tanning with the guys (idk their names and am too lazy to look them up), stopped pulling his shorts up to expose his strong thighs and stopped wearing the sleeves training shirt, switching it for the longer sleeved one.
Back in his room, in front of the mirror he would stare at himself, trying to figure out what was wrong.
What was it that joan suddenly started to find unattractive, ugly? repulsive? disgusting?
He felt so frustrated, he never had to think about stuff like this with his other partners.
He never had to change a thing about himself to please someone else.
They were now again in joan's room. Joan kissing affectionately at ferran's neck, his hands slowly moving on ferran's body, but never going under the fabrics.
And at that point ferran couldn't take it anymore as tears start to fall down his flushed cheeks and quiet sobs could be heard from his swollen lips.
Joan immediately leaves his place on ferran's neck to look at him with genuine confusion, softly calling him baby and to tell him what was wrong.
Ferran at first doesn't know what to say, the things he thought about these past few days were at that moment starting to sound ridiculous and he felt stupid.
Because there was no way there was something about him that was wrong in joan's eyes. Right?
So after a few more gentle words and persistence from joan, ferran finally breaks down and tells him everything.
And joan wants to hit himself in the face as hard as possible for having caused ferran to doubt himself, for him to think that there was something wrong with him.
He showered ferran with kisses and apologies until the last tear dried on ferran's pretty face and he let out a wet giggle. It was the most beautiful sound joan has ever heard and he wants to hear it again and again forever and ever.
That night it was back to their usual ritual, but this time it wasn't heated, joan only held his beloved in his arms, whispering sweet nothings until ferran fell asleep. They both knew they will get introuble if they were found out but joan wanted to chase every negative thought away and as for ferran, he loved the skin to skin contact that was denied to him for far too long.
This turned out kinda long but also not rlly. It can obviously be extended this is just an idea and feel free to use it for fics or if u are like me: scenarios in your head that you wish you could write 🤧
English is not my first language, i did zero research etc etc
But i will also write my gadri ideas!! (someday 😭😭)
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