Ain’t My Fault
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.
Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist and you kiss him again as he begins walking to your bedroom to give you the answer to your question.
