summary. fermín wants to celebrate his new trophy with you.
warnings. 18+ mean! fermín. smut.
gabri speaks! paz!reader universe is back due to popular demand.
the view of the apartment the guys rented for the party was breathtaking. madrid was a beautiful city, you were glad your brother had convinced your parents to move in with him. although right now you were alone in madrid surrounded by a bunch of players you didn’t know. a bunch of players your brother hated. in the midst of drunk players and their friends you kept tugging your short red dress every five minutes. you were beginning to regret even coming, you were only here because of a certain blonde. a blonde you had yet to see.
“didn’t bring nico?” you’re startled by a familiar voice.
“why? you have a crush on my brother?” you ask him surprised at the sudden interest fermín had for your brother.
“no but it would’ve been nice to show him what a trophy looks like.” you can barely see him through the dim lights but you know he’s smirking. you can hear it in his voice.
“if i’m not wrong you barely had minutes. i’m not too sure you have any bragging rights.” you test him.
“and somehow i played more minutes than your brother has his whole career.” his tone changes. “watch your mouth. you look prettier like that.”
you’re taken aback by his change in demeanor quite frankly you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up. he’s rough and threatening, his good boy facade long gone. you’re amused by the way he’s acting wondering if he’s trying to get you to sleep with him again. you place your hand on his jaw while the other goes into his hair, tempting him.
“it’s such a shame that you could be celebrating your win but instead you’re bitching about my brother like a sad little envious child.” you say sharply not taking insults to your brother lightly.
the smirk that once adorned his face was now gone and you could tell he was mad at you now. he grips your hands away from him with such a tight hold you’ll know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. his eyes pierce into yours with a threatening look and you realize you’ve successfully riled him up.
“okay, that’s it.” he murmurs.
one minute you’re looking at fermín dead in the eye and the next you feel his hands grip your waist. his hold is so strong on you that he manages to carry you over his shoulder with ease. you’re not that surprised at how easily he’s picked you up, you’ve noticed how bulkier he got over the past year. when the guy you’ve been fucking on the low gets hotter you notice.
“fermín! put me down!” you shriek.
the blonde just finds it funny laughing at your vulnerability. your screams manage to get the attention of his teammates and their guests. the least you could say is that he was embarrassing you in front of everyone and you hoped that none of the real madrid players were here. the last thing you needed was to get embarrassed and scolded by your brother. the faces of the guest slowly fade away as fermín drags you to what you can assume is his room. he gently drops you on the bed before laying down next to you.
“you’re such an asshole.” you whine as you fix your dress. it’s then that you realize that some of the guests had probably seen your dress skirt up, your face heats up instantly at that.
you don’t get to bicker at him for much longer because he pulls you on top of him. his hands instantly go towards your hips — a muscle memory for him by now — and holds you. you can already feel him grow hard against you and you get excited. the two of you had just argued and now here he was with a hard on. he thrusts up against you causing a whine to slip past your lips at the sensation.
“such a shame that you could use your mouth for beautiful noises like this instead of arguing.” he murmurs under his breathe trying to contain his groans.
it’s your turn to grind against him causing his breath to falter. he places himself against the crook of your neck as you continue your movements, leaving wet kisses along your throat. you move your hands into the light curls of his hair as you feel yourself growing wetter.
“instead of trying to compete against my brother every five seconds you could be fucking me but you don’t see me complaining.” and there you go always trying to have the last word.
“shut the fuck up and spread your legs.” he groans.
you hesitate but you obey nevertheless. his hand trails down your figure until he places it firmly on your thigh, teasing you. he knows you need him and the idea of making you frustrated is amusing to him. you can’t stand it anymore — his touch being so close yet so far — you yearn him. it’s almost pathetic except for the fact that you know he feels the same way. he’s the one who wanted you first and he always ends up satisfying you even if he’s mad.
his fingers slowly tread up your leg and you grow frustrated at the edging. you can’t stand it anymore so you drag his fingers to where you need him the most causing a teasing laugh to leave his lips. you know he’ll give you shit about this later but you don’t care, you need him. he also seems to think the same as he doesn’t waste time spreading your wetness along your folds. your hips instinctively grind into his hand as his fingers start circling your clit causing waves of pleasure throughout your body.
“oh, fuck.” you whine as he brings a couple of his fingers towards your hole.
“say you want my fingers.” he looks at you with a defying grin. “say it or else i’ll leave you here all alone.”
“fuck fermín please.” you gasp as one of his fingers enters you slowly. “i need your fingers, please”
he leaves a quick kiss on your jaw before inserting you with his second finger. your body collapses against his chest as he fucks you slowly. the intrusion is sudden and your hands grip the sheets below you as he fills you up. the feeling is intense and you feel feral at the way you moan without holding back. the thing about fermín was that while he was asshole at least he fucked, hard. his free hand grabs you by the throat forcing you to look at him as you ride his hand.
he looks at you in awe admiring the way your eyes get glossy as you fuck yourself on his fingers. he analyzes the way your hair bounces with every movement of your hips and how your eyes close and your nose scrunches a bit before reaching your peak. he adds a third finger hoping to help you reach your high. you’re full on whining in his ear now as he fills you up completely. the sensation of your walls clinging to his fingers so tightly also allow him a sense of satisfaction.
“fermín. please.” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. you only knew that you were close.
“you’re so close.” he whispers as he pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss is sloppy but soft. a mixture of lost and love. it scares you, nevertheless you come around his fingers gasping as you wet his fingers.
“fuck, that was hot. you’re hot.” fermín rambles as he helps you come down from your orgasm.
as you adjust your dress and fix your hair fermín watches you intensely. he’s tired of only seeing you like this and never normally. he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you came into his life and you were making him crazy. the feeling of knowing fran was so close of having you too was too much for him and he wasn’t sure why felt so possessive about you.
warnings: explicit sexual content, p in v sex, needy/sub clix, crying during sex, whimpering, dirty talk, dom tones, reader insert, explicit language
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he’s on his back, hands gripping your hips like he’s scared you’ll stop. you’re on top, riding him slow—deep rolls, grinding down just right, taking him all the way every time.
his head is thrown back, neck exposed, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.
you lean forward, chest to his, and pick up the pace just a little.
that’s when it starts.
a soft, broken whimper in your ear.
“fuck—baby—”
his voice cracks, high and desperate.
you clench around him on purpose.
he whines, actual whine, hips jerking up involuntarily.
“too good—shit—can’t—”
you keep the rhythm steady, slow grind, then faster, watching him fall apart.
his eyes open, glassy, tears gathering at the corners.
“you feel so fucking good,” he chokes out, voice shaking.
another whimper, louder, right against your ear.
he’s trying to hold it together, but he’s losing.
hands sliding up your back, clinging.
“please—don’t stop—i’m—”
you lean down, kiss his neck, bite soft.
he gasps, tears spilling over, sliding down his temples into his hair.
“gonna cry?” you whisper.
he nods, no shame.
“yeah—fuck—feels too good—”
you speed up, riding him harder, clit grinding perfect against him.
he’s a mess now—whimpering nonstop, high, needy sounds in your ear, tears streaming.
“baby—baby—i’m close—please—”
you kiss him deep, swallow every sound.
he cums hard, hips bucking, whole body shaking, whining your name into your mouth like it hurts.
you follow right after, clenching around him, drawing it out.
he’s still trembling when you slow, arms locked around you, face buried in your neck.
“fuck,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “you’re gonna kill me one day.”
you kiss his damp cheek.
“you’d die happy.”
he laughs, weak, teary.
“yeah. i would.”
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