FC Barcelona Imagines ;)

(smut)Ferran-mi campeón

O/C: Cecilia Enrique

Love Interest: Ferran Torres

Here I am, watching from Camp Nou's seats, my boyfriend and his team celebrate their newly found trophy, La Liga. Soon, Busquets and Jordi Alba would be leaving and Camp Nou would be rebuilt. But for now, we're trying to savor the time that we have.

I watch as the team run over to the tunnel chanting, "Visca el Barca" the whole way through. You know it's going to be awhile so you text your boyfriend, Ferran Torres to tell you when he needs to be picked up. You would tell him to get a ride but considering most people would be drinking, it wasn't the best idea. 

TIME SKIP

You're in the middle of watching Clueless when your phone buzzes next to you. Flipping your phone over, you read the name, "bebé💖" The message read, "can you come pick me up at ******* please, everyone is drunk and I wanna see you." Immediately, you pause your show and grab your keys to go pick him up. 

When you arrive, you can see your boyfriend on the sidewalk scrolling through his phone very clearly bored. You figured this might happen but wanted him to enjoy his win with his team mates. 

He looks up from his phone to see you looking right back at him. He opens the car door and gets in, putting on his seatbelt. He looks over to you smiling, making you smile back. "How were the celebrations amor?" you ask. "It was so fun, Ansu got sooo drunk and took of his shirt and was on a table waving in around." he says laughing at the memory. 

You laugh at his story but stop when you feel his hand placed high up on your thigh. "What happened bebé?" he questions smirking. "mmm nothing amor"

You could tell he knew he made you nervous. The entire ride was him stroking your thigh and watching you blush. 

When you got home, he opened your door and followed you into the house. Right when you stepped through the door, he threw you over his shoulder making you gasp and walked up the stairs to your guys' bedroom. Throwing you on the bed, he pinned your wrists down and stared at your red face with your eyes wide open. 

He gave you the most seductive look ever and went down to kiss you. The kiss lasted a good 30 seconds before you both needed air. He went in for another kiss but this time let one of his hands find its way underneath your shirt. He gripped your breast making you let out a breathy moan from his touch. 

He took off his shirt letting you admire his toned, tan abs that stood before you. He took off your shirt then pulled down the skirt that you were wearing to reveal your black lacey thong. Even then, he had to take a second to take in your body. 

His admiring didn't last long though, he started making out with you soon after and was playin with your thong along your waistline. He was trying to tease you, and it worked. 

He stopped kissing you and ripped off your thong that was making him crazy. Slowly, he rubbed your sensitive clit using your pre cum as lube. You tried to squirm from pleaser but he held your waist down to stop you.

"Pick a number between 1 and 5 amorcito" he said in his deep voice. "What?" you asked very confused. "you heard me." "3" you responded.

You felt three of his fingers sink deep into your wet pussy. Your head leaned back and your eyes closed from the immense amount of please he was giving you. He pumped is fingers in and out making you profusely shake. 

Something Ferran was always good at, was finding your g-spot. And he did exactly that. You felt him hit your spot over and over again finding yourself getting closer to and orgasm. He also knew that so he kept pumping his fingers faster making his fingers covered in your creamy goodness.

Even post orgasm, he wanted more. He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling you to the end of the bed to bend you over. You could hear him undoing his shorts over your loud pants that still filled the room from your orgasm. His dick fell from his boxers and he aligned it with your entrance, thrusting hard into you. 

Knowing you already finished once, he went harder giving you extreme pleasure within yourself. Everytime he went inside of you, you let out a moan. "Ferran! Please amor faster!" you moaned.

Following your directions, he went as fast as he could making you orgasm for the second time and him once that night. Even though you both finished, he kept fucking you throughout both of your orgasms watching a waterfall of cum drip from your worn out pussy after he pulled out.

You couldn't walk so he had to carry you to the shower which you both got in then snuggled up in bed after, falling asleep.

A/N: I'm thinking of making an F1 imagine book. Idk though what do you guys think. It would be the same thing just F1.