#benjamin pavard drabble

[pavardscherie]

Jealous benji , fucking out the bratiness of y/n

look at you, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female

summary she keeps commenting about how good his teammates looked at a birthday party, and benji takes her straight to the bathroom to fuck it out of her.

warnings 18+ required, sexual content, hand around throat, little blood mentioning

izzy talks.

just saying, imagine that man railing you, destroying you completely for saying that one of his teammates is actually good looking. i’m down for it, i volunteer.

my smut writing is still a little bit odd? idk, i’m still trying my best to write a good smut scene. hope this one is kind of alright.

whiskey glass tightly in his grip, the calloused fingertips pressing strongly against the thick material. an expensive sip of bourbon awaited to be drowned, the taste creating a sudden, burning feeling in the throat while swallowing. yet, benjamin slowly swung the drink in circles, eyes glued to the woman who held a conversation with two of his teammates.

he wasn’t the jealous type, until she decided to push the buttons, he didn’t know he had. oh, joshua looks really nice tonight. i couldn’t imagine him in a suit. she informed benjamin an hour ago, before disappearing in the crowd and finding the exact person for a conversation. she was playing with fire, close to being burned by the unhealthy mixture of anger and jealousy in pavard‘s stomach.

yet, he didn’t stop her. slipping out of his tight grasp on her ways, she reminded him that she loved to ignore the warnings, he whispered in her ear. „stop flirting with my mates.“ fingertips dug into her left hip, pushing her backside closer to his chest. he wasn’t hurting her, still, he knew he would leave marks. a reminder that she belonged to him; and none other. „i don’t understand your problem, benji.“ she pouted, wiggling against his tight grip, she pressed herself against his crotch for an advantage to escape.

„i swear, if you don’t stop, i won’t make any promises anymore.“ benjamin hissed, the warm breath fanning over her exposed neck. she always knew which buttons she had to push to change the moods. but pavard could not forget about the multiple comments about his teammates. „you’re hesitating. maybe i should get back to another one your teammates. maybe they will fuck me good.“ she provoked the already, dangerous mixture of emotions in the pit of his stomach. the bratiness in her words, and the tones of fake annoyance.

„you’ll badly regret that attitude.“ teeth grazed over his chewed-up bottom lip and he quickly drowned the bourbon for another boost of confidence. fleshy fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, benjamin pulled his girlfriend towards the staircase. "benji, what the fuck? where are you going?" she tried to free her wrist from his painful grip, but benjamin was stronger. she knew that. "to teach you a lesson." the head tilted to the side, his answer was carelessly spoken over the shoulder and louder than needed. a gaze did not follow them, the teammates too occupied with their current conversation and the booze of the alcohol.

at the top of the staircase, benjamin entered the first room on the right. a large guest bathroom, which looked way more expensive than the usual ones. manual truly earned enough money, to have at least two houses or even three.

closing the door behind them, pavard immediately locked it. he did not need his teammates to see the anger awoken inside of him. running the sweaty palms across the face, the centre back walked closer to his girlfriend. back turned to the football player, she admired the ornaments around the mirror and took a sip from the red wine glass, she carried with her.

benjamin‘s hands rested on her waist, pushing her forwards and harshly against the counter beside the sink. a surprised gasp coaxed out, she furrowed the brows. turning around wasn’t an option, she was trapped between pavard‘s towering figure and the counter. the only way to see him was through the reflection in the mirror. yet, benjamin didn’t glance at her while hiking the hem of her dress up.

the red, lacy thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks, the color a beautiful contrast to her skin. a groan slipped out of his mouth at the delicious sight. running the palm over the curves, benjamin glanced at the mirror. she had the lids closed, bathing in the sensation of his sensitive touch. mischief tugged on the corner of his mouth, a smirk spreading over the face.

drawing his hand back, he slapped her the right check with a small amount of force. yelping in surprise, she tried to stand up. angered by the actions, she desired to question the intentions. but benjamin thought faster. a hand sprawled out on the small of her back, he pushed against her and held her in the position. „don’t.“ benjamin growled, repeating the slapping to her left cheeks. small red dots formed on her skin, a light reminder of what happened behind closed doors.

„what’s your problem?“ she protested, feeling the stinging in both cheeks. throughout the months, benjamin has been always gentle, never left marks on other places than her hips. but this was different, it was much rougher. „i’m fucking out that attitude.“

he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyes focused on her ass. calloused fingers spread the cheeks, and pulled the thin underwear to the side. a small spot drenched in arousal proved that she enjoyed the roughness more than she admitted. dipping his fingers lower, the wetness pooled between her clenched legs and welcomed his touch. „benjamin, stop. they could hear us!“ she tried to protest again, but met the deaf ears of her boyfriend.

„not like you cared when you wanted to seduce kimmich.“ benjamin chuckled deeply, the long fingers running over her clit. seconds of touch was enough to turn her into a whimpering, needy mess. leaning forward, his chest pressed against her back, he repeated the movement of his fingers. slowly stroking over her clit. "no, mon amour. you don't deserve the easy way out of this."

the muttered words were almost a threat, a warning about what he has planned as a punishment. bliss melted from her face, leaving behind a somber fear of what awaited her. "benjamin.." she trailed off, the words heavy but the tone extremely gentle. shaking his head, the mischievous glint in the deep brown of his eyes drove her absolutely wild. she could feel a warm jolt of desire, burning in her core, underneath the traces of his fingertips.

leaning back in position, benjamin's hands retreated from her figure for merely seconds to open the zipper. pants and briefs pulled down slightly - only enough to free his erection from the fabric prison. „that fucking bratiness..“ benjamin growled, not wasting another second and pushing his dick into her wet hole. pleasure infiltrated by the pain of being stretched out all at once, without feeling his scissoring finger. a deep moan trembled out of her parted lips, the lids closed to bath in the moment of bliss.

one hand placed on her waist, his left hand brushed the long strands over her shoulder. calloused fingers snug around her neck, wrapping around her throat. tightly, but not enough to decline the breathing. „punishment.“ the football player muttered, drawing his hips back until only the reddened tip was left inside of her. before she had a chance to react, benjamin‘s hips collided with her marked ass in a hard and deep thrust.

balls smacked against her clit, the arousal dropped down the insides of her thighs. she did not want to enjoy the punishment. but resistance was an unexisting word with her lover‘s dick deep inside of her. rough always became their escape route to the usual, romantic and slow hours in bed. she couldn’t complain, he always made her feel like swaying in heaven. the sound of skin hitting against one each others flooded and echoed through the tiled bathroom.

benjamin‘s thrusts were perfectly angled, hitting her g-spot over and over again. the bottom lip captured between his teeth, his darkened orbs focused on the way his dick easily slipped in and out of her warmth. swallowing the deep groans, the erotic sight caused a difficulty to keep a steady rhythm.

still, he never came before her. benjamin needed the intense pulsating around his cock, her walls holding him tightly inside of her and milking the cum.

his thrust were hard, pressing her hip bones stronger against the marble counter with each movement. blue marks would be left as a reminder around her stomach.

a loud, breathy moan left her mouth as benjamin pulled her chest towards him, arching her back. a position to reach deeper spots. a chance to increase the roughness of his thrusts. „you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out.” face nuzzled into the mess of hair, the groans were silenced by the thickness of the strands. glancing at the mirror, he applied more pressure on her throat. “look at you.”

lids opened to follow the demands, the pupils dilated as a tear rolled down her cheek. a trail of mascara left on her red-tinted skin, the water gathered in the corners of her eyes. lipstick faded on her bottom lips, a reminder of how often her teeth chewed on the soft skin to keep quiet. “will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” he muttered, punctuating his question with a particular hard thrust.

she whimpered, the quivering bottom lip pushed out. trapped between bliss and pain, she drifted deeply into the pleasure. hands holding on to the counter, the glass already laid on the floor. red wine left stains on the beige carpet, and she knew, manuel would question the origin. “i said, will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” benjamin stopped his thrust, squeezing her windpipe tighter for barely a second.

“y-yes.” she coaxed out, and benjamin’s hand immediately loosened to allow the inhaling and exhaling again. after all, he didn’t want her to faint from the lack of oxygen. “then be a good girl, and cum for me.”

she did not recognize if the pace of his hips increased to a godly speed, or if his whispered demands ignited another burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. a familiar tingling, a sensation that made her legs tremble from the intensity. head fell forward, the lids closed and the mouth widely open. moans, loud and quiet ones, in different octaves left her throat, the waves of bliss washing over her. “benjamin.” she repeated over again between the labored breaths.

her walls fluttered around his dick, tightly wrapping him up with warmth and pushing him into the bliss of his own orgasm. whimpers and whines filled the bathroom. but benjamin’s sounds were simple, a deep growl and muttered ‘fucks’ as he painted the insides of her pussy in a milky white.

heavy and warm breaths mixed in the thick air around them, the hasty breaths floated as the only leftover sounds through the bathroom. a dark apple-red covered the span of her cheeks, mascara smeared around the eyes from the intensity of emotions. taking a step back from the heat of her soft skin, benjamin pulled himself out of her and tugged his dick away. arousal flooded down the insides of her thigh, mixed with the white spurts of him.

calloused fingertips stroke over her leg, the reminder of their orgasms carefully wiped away. but he wasn’t going to waste it, as his long digits found the still stretched out pussy, and pushed the remains back inside before placing the thin lace panties over her clit and between her ass cheeks again.

“better not waste any of the precious stuff.”

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Benjamin Pavard words: 557 request: Benjamin pavard - no pref - 250-500 - Ok so going star gazing with Benji like he sets up one of those trucks you know with blankets and stuff in the back and drives her to a field as a surprise. And it turns out he’s so knowledgeable about stars telling her all about the constellations and stuff whist they’re cuddled in the back

The last thing she expects when Benjamin takes the turning that he does, is to see a large truck adorned with candles. From here, she cannot see if they’re real or LED but the effect is stunning and she finds herself leaning forward and squinting her eyes as she tries to take in as many of the details as she can before she’s out of the vehicle. 

“Ben?” It's no real question but it holds all the unanswered questions that linger on her tongue and the chuckle that comes from him says that he knows exactly what she means and he hears them. The closer they get, the more details she’s able to pick out and the smile that had started to form on her face is now spreading completely across her cheeks. 

“Can I…?” she asks, hands already gripping the handle of the door; itching to get out and see everything up close. 

Ben laughs and nods in agreement, an action that he’s barely finished doing before she’s yanking off her seat belt and already climbing out of the door before he’s fully finished killing the engine. By the time he’s exited the car himself and locked it, she’s already peering over the open back of the truck and squealing with happiness. 

She’s confirmed that the candles are LED but they look convincing enough to get a double if not a triple check. Thick blankets are laid out on the bottom of the truck bed and plush cushions are laid out in such a way that she immediately wants to throw herself into them. The only thing that’s stopping her from doing this, is a basket which looks to be adorned with food and drink. 

“This is definitely for us, right?” She has to ask this question. It’s not as though Ben turns his romantic side on often but she also doesn’t know why else he would turn to come to this particular spot if it wasn’t for them. 

“No. I saw it abandoned on the way home, all lit up like this, and I thought it would be fun to steal it.”

“Hilarious." she gives a sarcastic smile and peers back over the top once more. A picnic and blankets beneath the stars? This is hands down the most romantic thing that Ben has ever done. 

“I thought we could have a snack, maybe a little drink and try and spot Aquila.” Benji explains his motives and this earns him a quizzicle look from her. 

“Is that an animal?” She asks, frowning enough to make her nose crinkle. 

“No silly.” he chuckles and steps forward until he’s right behind her. “Ok so,” he glances up and squints until he spots what he’s looking for. “See that kite kind of shape in the stars? Many say it looks like an eagle but I think it’s more like a kite.” He watches her face as she continues to frown at the sky but a smile stretches across his face when her eyes seem to light up and a proud expression changes her face. 

“I see it. Right there.” her hand raises and she gestures in a rough place to Ben but one that looks in the right direction to were he’s looking. 

“That’s right. And if we’re lucky we’ll be able to see a few more constellations.”

[oh-saints]

short

you had to go away for work immediately after the final match of the season was concluded. but now that you’re back, ben cannot wait to celebrate his win with his (rather) short girlfriend.

benjamin pavard x you

tw: soft sex with a bit of foot fetish

wc: 1.6k

prompts: “height gap” + “celebratory sex” + benji’s post-workout shirtless ig story

note: another one for the smut week! a rather short one this time but this is based on three asks here. pls also bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! and as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you really should stop doing that.”

ben was rolling his quads on the foam roller under the bright sun in his backyard, warming down after a rigorous season they were having—thanks to dortmund’s admirable fight throughout the season. now that the season was done and over with, ben could opt in some slow days of training, just enough to keep him in shape.

the footballer looked up, catching the glimpse of his girlfriend standing by the door, still clad in her blazer, arms folded neatly. ben smiled at the sight—partly because he was glad you were back, partly because of the scowl in your face. you’d never appreciated when he worked out in the backyard, exposing his shirtless self to the rest of the world when it was meant to be only for her eyes’ consumption only.

“it’s bad for our health you know, you working out like you wanna fuck the yoga mat,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “especially to our vagina.”

ben had to laugh at your comment. you always had the knack to be unfiltered, and strangely it was what drew him into you. in this blitz industry, a no-nonsense presence is always going to be appreciated.

“remind me again what does it do to you woman?”

“why don’t you come in and find out?”

and there was the persona ben loved the most about you. always so daring, always so challenging. it always kept him on his toes, on the ground, reminding him that there was always someone with a higher drive to survive the jungle.

the fact that you were wearing his favourite pair of stilettoes didn’t help either. in fact, that determination and those heels combined was actually a sight that was dangerous to ben’s health, body and soul. the backs of your heels arched in the ways only your body could replicate, damn what a sight to behold.

ben stopped his workout sequence altogether, feeling his cock hardening both at the sexy sight and the friction the foam roller was providing. he knew he needed his fix—real fix, not just this crappy piece of rubber shit—something you hadn’t been giving him post-winning the league because you had to go to london, promising a private celebration was in due as soon as she landed back home.

the player walked closer to you, and your smirk grew along the hardness of his cock, palpable enough through his shorts. and ben recognised immediately, that you’d been intending to entice this reaction out of him because you remembered your promise before you flew away for work.

ben inwardly smiled, realising you were in the same page as him. but his smile broke out of his face as soon as he got closer to you, towering you still even though you were sporting a skyscraper heels. he could never help himself whenever he noticed the height gap between you two, too cute to be missed out.

but as you thought he was going to kiss you like you were in need of oxygen to live, he paused a millimetre before your lips while his hand cupped your jaw, angling your face towards him. just the way he liked it—him showing you who was in power, you surrendering your power unyieldingly to him.

“don’t hold back,” he whispered sultrily against your gaping lips, taking in every air gasped by your mouth. “got me?”

before you could give a response to that, ben closed down the distance between your lips. his lips landed perfectly on yours with such a force you had to steady yourself before returning the fervour, clasping his upper lips between yours while he bit down gently your lower lips in between his.

by the harsh and rash manhandling he was doing you—in the way he kissed you senselessly, in the way he lifted you up and hooked your legs across his back, in the way he brought you both to the nearest soft surface he could find—it was your turn to recognise ben was the one who couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he’d usually wait for your compliant reply to his demanding question, vocalising your surrender to him. he’d usually start off easy, too, because he just loves slow-burn foreplay.

as soon as you felt the soft cashmere of the sofa on your back, your boyfriend’s lips were busy finding his usual comfort zone. or in other words, your weak spot. knowing the goal behind him peppering kisses down the line of your neck, alternating between soft licks along the trail, you moaned in absolute pleasure.

“there she is,” you could feel him smirking against the skin behind your ears, so close to your weakness that it ran some shivers down your back. “louder, ma chérie.”

your obscene sounds was what fuelled him to do more—more rush, more pleasure, more love. no matter how much your height hap was actually a silent hindrance between you two. he had to crouch and bend just to adjust with your ends, just to kiss you, just to fuck you, just to please you.

but the lovely sight of you spared underneath him, with eyes and face so trusting of him to do whatever he needed to do to bring you both to the edge, was enough of his reason to keep going.

so he did. he peeled your articles of clothing one by one, so painfully slow for your standard, but the kisses he left all over the body as soon as he pulled down the fabric was enough of a payback. except for the heels.

the only reason why you could hold your head high and why his head didn’t have to stoop so low whenever he wanted to say and show how much he loves you.

and his achilles’ heel.

he lifted your right leg, flinging them over his shoulder like you were worth less than a paper. you trembled slightly at the move because it exposed your clit to the air wider, and you’d hate it if he could smell you were wet for him already.

but it seemed like too late for that. benji was already smiling as he puckered his lips, pecking your calf upwards to your ankle, sniffing and licking your legs teasingly because you were somehow shorter this way in his hands. and he loved it more because he could engulf you in his arms and everyone would think he’d made you disappear.

you thought he was taking off your heels this way, but as he lifted your other legs over his shoulder, you suddenly couldn’t guess him anymore.

“I want you on top today,” your boyfriend announced, his lips tickling the small spot between your ankle and the back of your heel. “can you do that?”

“what can’t I do for the winner?”

ben didn’t waste anymore time before he flipped you around, settling yourself on his lap. you didn’t waste anymore time too before you pulled his zipper down and freed his hard cock, pulsating already in your hands with ardent desire and carnal need.

something you were familiar with because you were feeling the same way. you wanted to play some tug of war game with him but your clit was throbbing already, ben’s earlier demonstration of throwing your legs over his shoulder did wonders to your most sensitive organ.

you lifted yourself a bit, just enough space for you to rub his cock with your wetness, preparing the both of you to the pleasure that was to come. you maneuvered the shaft up and down the line of your opening before sinking in, taking all of your boyfriend into you, and you both groaned at the rare sensation of a complete lust consumption. you were more of a doggy style kind of couple because it alleviated your height gap problem at hand, and for ben, it was a bonus sight to see his cock disappear whenever he pulled your hips towards him.

“fucking hell,” you had to seek for ben’s hands to help you sit up still, the feeling of him inside of you this way was an out-of-this-world experience. “we should’ve done this earlier.”

ben tried to give you some support by lifting his hips first, letting you ride him until you found your own rhythm and energy to match his. and when you did, god did he want to say he agreed to your statement. he really should’ve done this from the beginning of your relationship.

your hands were now placed on top of his pectoral while your hips met his as you brought them down, the frictions against your skin was another reason why you were a wreck, breathlessly whimpering when you felt his cock slipping out of you and moaning when you felt his cock entering you again in each thrust.

but you were gone when ben pulled off his idea of flicking your puckering bud while you rode him. so gone he had to catch you in his arms, gathered the pieces he shattered, as he kissed the crown of your head while riding you out till the last drop of him spilled.

“now this truly feels like winning.”

[thatsdemko]

red card - b.pavard

masterlist

requested: y

pairing: Benjamin pavard x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity

a/n: I was only given that the reader is comforting him but nobody said how ;) + calling him Ben because Benjamin is a lot to write each time 😅

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you didn’t need to know much about football to know a red card meant ejection, and it also meant he had to miss the next game.

you’re not sure how it all started out, but Ben was going ballistic over a stupid call and got himself a yellow card early on in the game. you could practically hear him swearing at the refs from the pitch. his teammates telling him to just let it go, but knowing ben he couldn’t. it was going to upset him the whole game.

Bayern münchen was down by one goal in the second half, and were in desperate need to even the game, but that’s when ben tripped another player on accident, and the player was down for more than two minutes causing the EMT to bring out the stretcher, and ultimately that was what got ben his ejection.

you watched him plop down on the bench next to his teammates still screaming about the call and how it was “unfair” and you’d have to hear about it all rest of the evening. not to mention, you’d have to watch the next game at home with him for his punishment, which was sometimes even worse than receiving the red card.

you got up from the stands deciding you couldn’t stay any longer and watch his tantrum. it was almost embarrassing, to sit around the other wives and girlfriends knowing your boyfriend couldn’t handle or control his emotions. not a single one of them bided you a farewell because their eyes were glued to the disaster, your boyfriend, in front of them.

you rushed home to catch the rest of the match on your television knowing the commentators were having a field day with Ben, and rightfully so, he was feeding into the energy. your eyes could hardly move from the screen that you had no idea when the game was over. the camera moved in on Ben, as you watched his eyes search for you in the crowd. you knew going home early was another thing he’d complain to you about.

sighing, you decided to get ready for Ben’s arrival home. if you knew anything about him, there was only a couple of things that could get him to shut up about his frustration and let you take over. so with that in mind, you grabbed the lacy set you saved for an occasion like this throwing it on underneath your clothes, and getting into bed to try to occupy the time before he came home.

it wasn’t long until he was home. the door slammed shut behind him and you could hear him drop his bags at the front door. he moved throughout every room to try and find you. he really needed someone to help calm him down, and there was no better than you. you were always able to help clear his mind and let go of the things that were not making him happy, so when he finally found you in bed with nothing on it took him for a surprise.

“what did I do to deserve this?” the tension in his shoulders released as he dropped them, finally feeling able to relax at the sight of you. he crawled onto the bed and right into your chest where you happily wrapped your arms around him.

“I just want to make you feel better, baby, that’s all.” you pressed a kiss to his temple running your hands up and down his chest, pulling the material of his shirt until it was over his head and tossed to the side.

“well I’m all yours.” he sat up, allowing you position yourself on top of him, before he laid back down against the mattress watching you take off his sweatpants. your finger tips ran up and down his bulge earning a sweet moan from him.

your fingers pulled the band of his underwear down revealing his big cock to you. smirking to yourself, you took the tip in your mouth earning a gasp to escape his lips. the act caught him by surprise. of all the times you’ve ever had sex, you never wanted to try oral, and with this being your first time you were a natural to him.

you swirled your tongue over his cock feeling him stiffen underneath you, his breath hitched at every flick he could barely take it. he naturally felt his hands begin to dig into your skull at each movement your tongue made.

“I’m right there.” you heard him breath out, and just as his sentence hit the air, your mouth was met with his cum, you heard him let out a sigh of pleasure while his body began to relax.

“feel better?” you asked sitting on one of his thighs, his hands gripping pink lacy material at your hips. he was taking mental pictures of you on his thigh sitting there all pretty, batting your eyelash and flipping your hair from side to side.

he pulled you into his bare chest pressing a kiss to your hair, “much better, amour.”

“no more getting red cards please.”

[footballdesires]

i’m back back and back again. for the fourth time or something along the lines. but this time, for real.

in the mood for drabbles like three to four paragraphs. sooo, send me some requests. i’m trying to write for everyone but currently, i’ve got a couple of faves.

here’s a list of faves sorted by club:

— leon goretzka, benjamin pavard & joshua kimmich

— piero hincapie & florian wirtz

— maximilian mittelstädt

— marco reus & niklas süle

— julian draxler

— gavi & pedri

send in your requests and get a drabbleeeee! :)

[finja-caipirinha]

Request are open! <3

People I write for:

BENJAMIN PAVARD

Pablo Gavi

Mason Mount

Jude Bellingham

And so many more <3

Things I write:

Fluff

Smut

Head cannons

Drabbles

Blurbs and so on

[pavardscherie]

girl dad benji has me in my FEELS! do you think you could write about the first time little girl goes to a game and benji is just so proud that she’s there and brings her all around the locker room showing her off to everyone? 💕💕

you’re making me fall even more in love with benji —

it’s been three month since you gave birth to the beautiful girl in your arms. the new role has been difficult in the beginning since benji still had to leave a lot because the games and training sessions didn’t wait for noelle to grow up. but this time, this one saturday, you decided to watch the game against freiburg and show the princess the allianz arena for the first time.

a pair of noise-reducing headphones covered her small ears, dressed in one of the first crimson-red bayern jerseys, benji brought home after a game. seated close to the pitch, you had the best view of your husband throughout the ninety-two minutes, and he even scored a goal. by the time the referee blew the whistle to end the second half with a win for the number one of the chart, benjamin grabbed a water bottle and jogged over to the stands.

behind you, the supporters almost went crazy. screaming his last name, reaching out with their phones and trying to get the match-worn jersey. and he would have been happy about the attention, he would have cared for it if his eyes would not have landed on the sweet, sleeping princess in your arms. the world around him seemed to vanish, it didn’t matter where he was or who shouted his name.

benji’s arms quickly found their way around noelle, picking her up from your lap and holding her tightly to his chest. the fans and cameras went crazy at the sight, taking millions of photos while the defender tried to hide the face of the little one. “i will take her to the team, are you coming with me?”

you nodded your head frequently, relieved to leave the mass of fans that gathered in the front of the stands to receive an autograph from benjamin. and he didn’t want to seem mean, or act like an arrogant fool but as soon as his fingers only touched noelle’s little body, he was pulled into another world. climbing over the stands with the help of a security guard, benjamin led you towards the catacombs, where most of the team already changed clothes and celebrated their important win to increase the points.

before even reaching the locker rooms, the loud laughs of müller and sommer already echoed through the busy corridors. photographers waited at the end, their cameras tightly in their hands and trying to take a couple of very interesting pictures for their websites, and the social media accounts of the club.

you quickly followed the hurried steps of your boyfriend, noelle pressed tightly to his chest and ignoring the incoming questions from the interviewers about the new-born baby in his muscular arms. when benji reached the locker room, kimmich’s eyes focused immediately on him and as the captain, he instructed the team to lower their voices and not interrupt noelle’s tight sleep.

“well boys,” benjamin stepped into the silenced changing rooms, followed closely by you. wrapped up in a rose blanket, and dressed in her sweet woolen cardigan over the bayern jersey, noelle smacked in his arms, moving slightly to cuddle herself further into the warm material and benji’s arms. “i’d like to introduce you to noelle, my beautiful princess. she’s just three months so no touching.”

you stayed in the door, the shoulder leaned against the frame and watching in awe, how benjamin carried the little girl through the attentive gazes of his teammates. after telling him that he could not fulfill his dreams of a little boy following into his footsteps, his mood changed for a couple of days. his expectations were completely overthrown when he saw noelle for the first time. since the first day, benjamin and noelle were inseparable. she slept more in his arms and cuddled up with her father than in her own crib. it was beautiful, a sweet sight and your phone was flooded with pictures of them.

“look at that cute little girl.” sane cooed, smiling widely as the team gathered around noelle and benjamin. most of the mates already had their own children, and always teased benjamin for not going a serious step forward with his marriage. and yet, a new baby in the locker room always seemed like a huge surprise.

“she’s way too beautiful to be benji’s!” müller chuckled, carefully patting benjamin’s shoulder with the dry palm of his hand. “she has your curls.” leon interrupted the joking ways of müller, and ruffled a large hand through the chestnut curls on benjamin’s head.

the praise from the boys, the little resemblances spoken by the teammates made him extremely proud. benjamin’s soft gaze drifted from the smiling mates around him to the little girl in his arms, watching how her small hands moved and tried to grab her woolen cardigan.

benjamin held the whole world in his hands before. being part of a popular and successful club for over two years, and having a certain position in the starting eleven of each game. playing football, doing what he loves so much and earning money for it.

but benjamin’s world changed, turned upside down when the babygirl was born. noelle pavard became all the good things in his life, and added another tad of happiness. and you were allowed to watch his loving gaze, how his brown, soft orbs traveled over the sleeping girl in his arms.

his long pointer finger reached out, carefully stroking over the soft skin of noelle’s strawberry-red blushed cheek. “you know, i made this beautiful, little girl.” benji muttered, his heart swelling with extreme pride.

“sure, but you had a little help.” joshua commented, patting the defenders shoulder and nodding towards the door. benjamin’s gaze followed his gesture, his lips curling into a wide smile at the sight of you. arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe and watching the loving interactions. but it was obvious, that you couldn’t wish for a better dad for little noelle than benjamin.

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You can't tell me that's not how Benji would be in the morning <333 He's for sure so clingy and cuddly <3 could you write something about it?

benji not letting you get up when he has a day off but you have to get to work. oh gosh, i need a benjamin pavard.

the dim, yellow light of the sun shane through the sheer curtains in front of the window. another day announced itself, the early monday morning after a long weekend filled with training sessions and the game.

while benjamin was blessed with two days off, you did not have the chance to sleep in. your boss waited at work, and the next article wouldn‘t get done without your creativity. the new magazine depended on your punctual arrival at the building.

the back of your hand rubbed over your closed eyes, attempting to wipe out the remains of sleep. the early mornings after such an eventful weekend always became the most stressful. accompanying benjamin to his games was exciting, you loved seeing him on the pitch but it also, took away hours you could spend writing an article.

letting your palms wander over the tired muscles of your face. you carefully pushed your exhausted body off the bed. the charcoal duvets brushed off your legs, the warmth of a calm spring morning welcomed you.

getting up before benjamin always seemed like a horrific scene. his muscular arm draped over your waist, the fingertips tightly holding onto the material of the oversized shirt, which belonged to the man beside you, you chose to sleep in.

carefully, and very slowly to not wake him up, you peeled of his fingers without much resistance and placed the palm against the cold material of the mattress. even when he was slightly snoring, and sprawled out on the bed, laying on his stomach, benjamin pavard was a sight for sore eyes.

hazelnut curls stuck to his forehead, and couldn't be more of a mess than in the morning. one arm placed underneath his head for more comfort, the other laid where you placed it. lids closed, hiding the beauty of chestnut and caramel which wrapped around his black pupils. blanket draped over his lower half, the hem of his boxershorts still showing. broad shoulders on display, the muscles mildly flexing when benjamin inhaled a deep breath.

pulling yourself out of the trance from watching benjamin sleep, you swung your legs to the right. naked feet touched the fluffy carpet underneath the king-sized bed and you slowly stood up, leaving the comforts of his embrace and the warmth of the duvets.

grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you glanced over your shoulder to make sure that benjamin was still deeply resting from the exhausting weekend. prepared to tip-toe out of the bedroom, you took the first step when you almost jumped.

a warm hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place before quickly pulling you back onto the bed. two warms wrapped around your chest and kept you in a tight hug. the gestures were quicker than you could react, and you found yourself back in the arms of your lover.

"ben.." you whispered, letting your delicate fingers brush through the mess of curls on top of his head. he still had his lids closed, or better had them closed again, resting with you in his arms. a satisfied groan slipped out of his mouth when you touched him, and you couldn't hide the smile that tugged on the corners of your lips.

"ben, i have to get to work." you remarked, reminding him again that today was monday, and a normal work day for you. wiggling from left to right, attempting to get out of his grip, benjamin simply tightened his arms around your upper body.

"i don't care." he muttered, scooting closer to you. tilting the head slightly down, his warm mouth pressed featherlight kisses around your jaw, and the side of your throat. "you can stay home today."

"as much as i would like that, i don't think you're making that decision." you chuckled, attempting once again to peel his arms off your figure. it was difficult to ignore the small pecks blown against your skin, benjamin always knew what kind of tactics he had to use, to keep you with him. plans were canceled way too quickly once his lips found yours, even the girls' nights out when the other lads of bayern münchen did not have time for a meeting.

"i will call your boss." he breathed against your skin, his voice a mixture of soft and raspy. "right ben." you did not take his comments seriously, knowing how angry your boss will be once he realises you're being unpunctual once again. it happened way too often in the past, after benjamin kept you longer in his arms, declined the early return home while celebrating one of his friends birthday, or planning a surprise trip with you to another city, or to his parents, without giving you a hint.

"he likes me, he knows who i am. i will just offer him tickets for the next game and he will give you a couple of days off." pushing himself up on the right lower arm, benjamin hovered above your body now. his face merely inches away from yours, the warmth of his breath fanning over the tip of your nose and the upper lip. "you can't bribe people, ben. i don't like it."

"but, you like me. and i'd do more than bribe people to keep you in bed with me." the right corner of his mouth lifted into a lazy but satisfied smile. he was exhausted, the entire weekend was packed with training sessions and a particularly hard game against paris saint-germain to stay in the champions league. he earned himself a second booking, but it was worth it to recover from the strict timetable.

"you're an ass, i hope, you know that." you wrapped your warms around benjamin's neck, carefully pulling down on top of you and closing the gap between your lips. a soft, very slow-moving, kiss.

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what kind of kisser do you think benji is?

hope everything is going well with your new home 🫶

so, it‘s early in the morning but let me turn on the imagination chamber of my brain.

new home, well it‘s chaotic and messy. we got the keys too late and are currently in a total hurry to get everything out of the old apartment into the new one. missing a couple of things, and still need to change address officially, so it‘s a load currently but thank you for the lovely words :))

benjamin‘s kisses are definitely one of a kind, i‘m so freaking sure about that. i mean, he‘s french right, and in my eyes, french males can‘t do anything wrong with kissing. it‘s just in their genes to do good.

i do think, there‘s a little shift in the way he kisses or shares such an intimate moment based on the situation. mostly, his kisses are very sweet. pillow-like lips pressed against yours, a long, lingering kiss before he decides to move them against your mouth. but it‘s not much, it‘s the laziest movements ever but it‘s just very sweet, very loving and truly putting all his love for you into those.

i like to think that benjamin is the type of guy, who doesn‘t kiss your mouth straight away. it‘s like, his arm over your shoulders, holding your head in place. little pecks on your red-tinted cheek, flustered from the cuteness, along the jaw and one on the tip of your nose until his lips finally capture yours.

it always seems to be to tease the hell out of you, but it‘s just to share the amount of love and admiration he feels for you.

but i‘m pretty sure also, that his kisses get very sloppy and all over the place when he‘s not satisfied with a particular result of a game. anger changes people, and it‘s nothing else with benji.

the biggest problem is that for him, it‘s more likely disappointment because he‘s one to always find a loophole and blame himself for an enemy‘s goal.

so, love making with him is very sweet, very passionate just like his kisses would be. traveling over your face with his lips, admiring every little freckle and every inch of your features with his mouth. creating a long trail of featherlight kisses across your forehead, your temples, your cheeks, your jaw, your chin and in the end your mouth.

but if he‘s in a bad mood, or just enjoys the minutes of a quickie with you, his kisses aren‘t as hesitant as described. sloppy, all over the place, tongue invading your mouth and his teeth digging into your bottom lip. literally anything to coax out the little, sinful sounds out of your dry throat.

but please, benjamin pavard is definitely a sucker for little forehead kisses, nose pecks and featherlight trails along the neck while burying his face in your hair.

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Hi :) I sadly don't know who you write for so please if u don't feel comfortable ignore me!

A little smutty Imagine with Benjamin Pavard? After he won like celebration fuck haha <3

score a goal for me, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female summary a good celebration after an almost perfect game and benji's two goals against another bundesliga club.

smut ahead; mention: oral, female receiving

izzy talks; really really sorry it took me so long. i've been busy with work but the last fcb game just gave me the greatest idea. hope your pleased, even if it's not necessary a fuck yet haha. thank you for the request by the way! love you!

"Score a goal for me."

five words that became the truth in the first half of the last game. bayern munich played against augsburg, the result was clear to the fans before the game even started. she sat in the stands, between hundreds of males and females, dressed in the jerseys of their favorite player. on her back stood the number five, written in large white letters was the name pavard. 

just nineteen minutes passed, and in front of augsburg's goalkeeper stood the left defense player. leg raised, tackled to the ground by the enemies, and still, the ball slipped past the other team. the applause absorbed with a wide smile, benjamin jogged back to his place on the pitch. passing the stands, where his girlfriend sat, he pointed at the female with a wide smirk, and a quick wink. merely a second later, the stadium around him disappeared again and he focused his concentration on the game.

a tint of watermelon pink painted across the span of her cheeks, the glossy lips pressed tightly together. she didn’t want the extra attention from the fans that occupied the seats around her. glances of confusion were shared between the females, attempting to find the person benjamin gestured at. 

the minutes of the game passed by, and bayern turned the game around after receiving the first, unexpected goal from augsburg. just fifteen minutes after expanding to a score of 2 to 1, pavard jumped into the air, hit the ball and it perfectly landed in the net. two goals in one night, more than she asked for. over the past weeks, benjamin feared for his position in the starting team of each game. yet, he proves once again that he has always been an important part, and had to stay on the pitch every weekend. 

while benji called her his lucky charm more than once, and got her tickets for every single game, the female never believed that luck existed on the field. experience, knowledge and tactics combined. running the same lap as before, pavard resembled a complete opposite of what he showed in the previous games. calm, aggressive and always focused turned to throwing the hands in the air, laughing and literally waving once again at the female in the stands with another wink. 

and while the fans around her, slowly started to recognize the face of the female, and the strands of hair didn’t cover the sides of her head perfectly anymore, she casually waved back at the defense player, and gave him a thumbs up. after the game, she would be in for a long treat. something soft, and sensual, and the thought of having benjamin touching her naked body forced the female to clench the thighs together. a familiar tingle in the pit of the stomach, a feeling she has multiple times when watching how pavard dominates the left side of the pitch with force and intensity. tonight, it just got much worse after the second goal verified the happenings of the upcoming late night. 

so, she stood in the stands. corners of the mouth curled into a satisfied smile, and the hands clapping together. applause for the man who gave the fans something to cheer about, and would give her much more later on. 

and if she wasn’t exactly wrong about it, she ended up in the satin sheets of their bed. king-sized, too large for the two of them but giving enough space to experience in a different situation. slender fingers tangled in the soft, chestnut curls of her boyfriend, his rough fingertips digging into the smooth skin on the back of her thighs. head disappeared between the spread legs, as his tongue dipped inside of her for merely a second, before retreating to circle the bundle of nerves. 

she watched him intensely, the way, benjamin closed the lids to savor the sweet taste of her arousal, and opened them barely seconds later to glance at her face. a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, until the tip of his tongue grazed very slowly over the sensitive clit. she let her head fall back in delight as she finally received a taste of the pleasure she's been dying to experience since the game. 

something about seeing him on the pitch, so aggressive, yet so skilled, drenched in sweat or the rain. the thin, red material stuck to the muscular body, tightly around his biceps and showing the hidden treasures underneath the attire. soft whines, just a handful of filthy whimpers erupted from the inside of her tightened chest. 

benjamin knew exactly when to trace aggressive eights, and when to slowly flatten his tongue against her clit and tease her skilfully until she’s left breathless. moans exploded through the room, the sweet sounds escaped her dry throat and caused the corners of benjamin’s mouth to curl into a smirk. a gesture led by satisfaction about receiving those kinds of reactions from the beautiful female. 

she praised him, without using a nickname or his casual name. 

tongue focused on the bundle of nerves, benjamin’s long pointer finger traced circles around the entrance. slowly, in the most teasing manners he has used in the entirety of their relationship, he pushed half of his finger inside, instead of going fully into it. preparations for what was about to come later weren’t necessary anymore. after the years of being together, being bend over different furniture and hoisted up against a wall, she got used to being filled by him.

Her body tensed under the intense pleasure and warmth of his single finger, and the smooth movements of his tongue, nearing the edge of bliss and passion. Soft curls stuck in the hard grip of her slender fingers, she pushed his face further into her pussy. juices coated benjamin’s lips, droplets rolling down to his chin as he smiled against the sensitive part of her body. Legs shaking, she pressed them tighter together, trapping his head between the thighs. “almost there.” benjamin muttered against the wetness that pooled in front of him, and two words with the french accent stuck to the edge of his voice caused her walls to flutter. 

keeping up the motions of his finger, he dragged her through the orgasm. listening closely to the moans, the sweet whimpers and the whines of exhaustion. yet, the night was far from over.

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We definitely need mor Benji daddy drabbles

back with more noelle & benji. 💖💖💖

it was over an hour ago, when benjamin told you that he wanted to take noelle to sleep tonight. how could you decline such an offer of having a little more time to calm down from another hard-working day and take care of yourself. after a much needed shower, and an almost forgotten skin care routine, you made your way back into the living room.

instead of seeing benjamin waiting on the couch, a bowl of chips on the table and a movie prepared, the room was empty and the television screen midnight black. looking into each room and their corners, trying to prevent a sudden surprise prank from your humorous husband, you thought he received another emergency call from the coach. another late night training session or meeting squeezed into the tight schedule, and you just did not hear him leave through the front door over the stream of warm water in the shower.

to be honest, you completely lost yourself in another reality when the first droplets of water traveled down your body, washing away the exhaustion and stress. dressed in a pair of black satin shorts and the fitting loose top covering your chest, you carefully walked up the staircase towards the first floor.

after all, it wasn’t your mission to wake up noelle with a clumsy movement. soft snores filled the empty hallway, the door to your shared bedroom with benjamin ajar and the little lamp on the nightstand cascaded a comfortable, dim yellow light through the room. a single eyebrow raised in confusion, you knew for a fact, benjamin would have turned the light off before leaving abruptly.

fingertips pressed against the dark brown, wooden door, you peaked around the corner and the most beautiful image was shown to your eyes. sprawled out on the king-sized bed was your husband, laying on his stomach and the head turned to the side. a long arm draped over your sixteen month year old daughter, who mirrored his position perfectly. with their eyes closed, they faced eachother, peacefully snoring as the heavy exhaustion declined another second of being away.

while you thought that benji had to leave again, which wasn’t a rare occasion, he actually fell asleep to the most beautiful view. sweet, little noelle staring at her father with her adorable smile and chubby cheeks while slowly drifting into a peaceful, and deep sleep.

and the sight was so hypnotizing, and pulled him into another reality until his eyelids became way too heavy to keep them open. his sweet daughter, his world, his everything. sweet, little noelle.

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You know the trend where Girlfriends don't kiss their boyfriends back? Could you write that with Benji? I think he would be such a little pouty boy. :(( <3

i could never, like never do that to the poor man. 🙁

the bundle of keys in his calloused palm, the large, bright crimson red bag on the right shoulder and dressed in the jogging set with the bayern emblem. benjamin prepared to leave for another long training session before an important match in two days.

you laid on the couch, a soft, charcoal-colored blanket draped over your body and another episode of how i met your mother streamed on the television. just a couple of days ago, you scrolled through tik too and found another trend. girls who refused to kiss their boyfriends to see their reactions.

you never thought about the kind of situation, always being the first to kiss benjamin when he left the house. maybe because you still fought the thoughts of being replaced by one of the many girls that he met when signing autographs. one of the many beautiful ladies that flirted so openly with him and even gave away little papers with their numbers.

benji never opened them, he threw them straight into the bin when he came home to you, but it still bothered you. yet, the prank seemed like a funny idea and you truly wanted to see his reaction when you declined a kiss.

eyes glued to the screen, benjamin’s footsteps echoed through the living room when he came closer to the couch. “cherie, i’m leaving now or i’m going to be late. can’t do that again.”

“okay, i love you.” you muttered into the soft material of the blanket, keeping your gaze focused on the happenings on the screen. eyebrows raised at the odd behavior, and not having you jump straight at him and kissing his face, benjamin stepped even closer. calloused fingers grabbed the strap of the bag, pulling it over his shoulder again. “i love you too. are you okay?” he expressed his concern about the foreign reaction, tilting the head down a little to glance at your face.

it was difficult to stay in your place, your body already wanting to jump up and apologize for even thinking about not kissing him. instead, you shrugged your shoulders, glancing at him and smiling weakly before returning your undivided attention to the television again. “i’m fine. just go, or you will be late.”

“no,no. something’s wrong. what’s going on?” the strap of the bag slipped off his shoulder, and benjamin closed the distance completely to crouch down in front of the couch. his face was at the same height as yours, almost forcing you to look at his deep brown, doe eyes. the beautiful orbs glistening with gentleness that made it so difficult to resist the urge of kissing him.

“nothing, i’m good.”

benjamin only nodded as you responded, nonchalantly. maybe he was overreacting, maybe you were just tired and didn’t want to talk about it. leaning forward, lips pursed to receive his goodbye kiss, you immediately pulled your head to side. soft lips connected with the span of your cheek, and his eyelids were forced open. eyebrows furrowed, deep wrinkles covering his forehead as the rejection slowly settled in.

“cherie.” benjamin pulled the pet name longer than needed, question marks almost appearing above his head as the confusion twisted his sharp features. “give me a kiss.”

it wasn’t a question anymore, only a simple demand as the defender leaned forward again. closing the inches between your mouths was his goal, but you, turning your head away again, declined his intentions.

“babe.” benjamin almost whined, not understanding what the problem was between the two of you. he couldn’t remember an argument, he didn’t forget an important date. “kiss me.” the demand turned into a beg, the bottom lip pushed out slightly as he pouted to receive a little peck on the lips.

just the addictive taste of your pillow-like mouth, and the strawberry-vanilla chapstick you used daily. shaking your head to decline his pleads, you stretched out slightly, attempting to glance past him to watch your series further. “alright. what did i do?” benjamin questioned your mood, moving from left to right to block the television further with his broad shoulders.

“nothing.” but your simple answer, the one you gave him for the past five minutes, didn’t satisfy the defender. not kissing him was enough of a reason to completely throw a fit and cancel the training session. “i will stay home if you don’t tell me what’s going on. if you don’t know yourself, i will have to watch over you before anything happens.”

he should have been angry with you, displeased with the answers you gave, and the constant way, you avoided his questions so easily but also so stupidly. yet, benjamin would have cancelled all his plans, even the important training sessions, just to be with you and make sure, you’re doing fine.

leaning forward again, benjamin pursed his lips, attempting to receive a kiss for the third time. and as expected, you turned the head away and nuzzled your face into the soft cotton fabric of the blanket. and somehow, he tried to understand, but it still hurt to see you ditching his featherlight kisses, filled with love and admiration.

pushing the bottom lip forward, he almost pouted, and showcased the sadness about your actions with the twists and turns of his facial features. eyebrows pulled down in a deep, confused frown, he placed the calloused palm of his right hand on the crown of your hair. softly, his fingers danced over the messily thrown together strands while watching your face attentively. “babe, kiss me.” he begged this time, letting his soft fingertips dance over your temples and down the span of your cheek.

you wanted to resist so badly, wanted to play the prank a little while longer but seeing him pout, begging for just a peck, it was too much for your heart. leaning forward slightly, you pressed your lips to his, and benjamin’s lips curled upwards again. any hint of sadness disappeared as soon as your mouth captured his. it was all he needed.

“thank you, now, i can leave satisfied and happy.” long fingers placed underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards to place another featherlight kiss on your pillow-like lips. “why did you avoid me?”

“just a tik tok trend i wanted yo try.” any other excuse you would have come up with to explain your decisions, would cause an uncomfortable feeling in both of you. “rude?” he raised a bushy eyebrow, confused about the weird trends but satisfied your reasons were only for amusement.

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Benji's love language??

Thank you for always keeping up with our requests 💗

i'm trying my best! just happen to be a little slow when i'm either sick like right now, or just casually busy. :)

i'm always coming around with the benjamin pavard is a french man thing, but i mean, in my opinion it says a lot about him without saying too much. every country learns a couple of things different, and french people are kind of made to be the romantic ones. so, i'm pretty sure from the five known love languages, i can say that benji's love language is a mixture of two.

while he can't tell you enough, how much he actually loves you, how beautiful you are to him, and that your love means the world to him, benjamin is also a man, who loves to praise their partner in each kind of way. words of affirmation is totally benji's thing, you can't deny me on that one. i mean, all those pet names show so much love, the way he always has to compliment your choice of outfit, or tells you how much he loves you when you come to a game in his jersey. there's always a new compliment waiting on the tip of his tongue.

also, being totally honest here, words of affirmation is totally mixed with physical touch. that man can't keep his hands to himself, that's impossible for him. always an arm around your waist, his calloused palm paced on the curve of your back to lead you safely through the dark streets after a romantic dinner, or through the flashlights of the camera. your hand engulfed by his larger one, holding on tightly until you reached the car, or found a way more private spot.

fingers always stroking your thigh when you're seated next to him. sharing loving glances when you talk about the things you admire, or the music you love to blast out loud in the bathroom. literally heart eyes the entire time. he just loves to listen to your voice and his eyes tell that a load. this man is a sucker for forehead and nose kisses. his lips are mostly pressed against your forehead, or the tip of your nose, telling you a quick i love you before disappearing on the pitch again for the second leg of a game.

benji has a really hard time to not kiss you the entire day. lips on the span of your cheek, lips on your jaw, lips on your clothed or exposed collarbone, depending on what kind of outfit you chose. he mostly shows his love and admiration for you with his lips, with the words and compliments he speaks, and the featherlight trail of kisses he leaves along your face and jaw until finally reaching your mouth..

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NOW it's turn to actually comfort Benji. Without f*cking.

The lose was deserved but I feel sorry for Benji. He did everything he could. Could you write something about comforting him? Fluff? Hurt&comfort? <33

man, i feel sorry for him. he really tried. 🙁

the game against manchester city was important to each player individually. after losing against freiburg and the chance to win the dfb trophy, they wanted to show their presence in the quarterfinals of the champions league. and the game seemed to be in their hands for most of the time, until the little blunders started.

a pass did not reach the planned recipient, and manchester city started to play with newfound confidence. the first goal was a surprise, hitting the corner of the net while everyone prayed it would ricochet on the bar. it still didn’t change the eagerness of bayern münchen until the second half became a total mess. more mistakes happened, and the ball always landed in front of an enemy. manchester city basically overran the german team, and showed their own qualities with quick goals.

and if it wasn’t enough, benjamin received a first booking after slide-tackling the ball and afterwards grealish. without discussing the yellow card, he stomped away and attempted to defend further. but nothing changed the result of the game, three to zero.

the hotel room stayed silent after your arrival, benjamin didn’t say a word the entire ride to the hotel. he was enraged about the loss, mad about the mistakes and disappointed about himself. on the inside, he already made himself responsible for what happened, and how the ball landed in the net. but it wasn’t his fault, at least, not alone. the team could have been better, could have tried harder. it was a loss the entire club had to carry on their shoulders and not just him.

placing your bag on the small couch, your gaze stayed focused on your silent boyfriend. sprawled out in the bed, hands underneath his head, legs crossed over one another and the eyes directed at the ceiling. through the darkness, he couldn’t make out the color of the walls, or how the room even looked, but it didn’t interest him at all. “ben..” you spoke up, attempting to gain his attention but all you received was another silent treatment.

the situation was a devastating deja vu from last week’s happenings. after being kicked out of the dfb pokal in the last minute because of a penalty shot, the disappointment already gnawed on his heart. he wanted it so badly, he threw himself into each tackle to secure the ball and yet, the first championship was ruined.

it wasn’t your fault that he acted differently. he knew that, and you knew it as well. it was his way of dealing with the dissatisfaction, and the built-up anger. after receiving the second booking against psg, literally giving up the chance to play against them again to secure the result, he felt like no one was ready to risk the same thing as he did.

“ben.” you repeated sternly, walking closer to the king-sized bed, you had to share with him for the night. he would scoot away the minute you laid down, holding himself back from hugging you tightly because he feared to hurt you with his tight grip. the silent treatment was his solution of not shouting at you, not letting the anger out on you because it wasn’t your fault — not even the slightest. unfortunately for him, you wouldn’t accept those kind of situations easily.

“talk to me.” you instructed, settling down on the bed beside him. delicate hands wrapped around his biceps, pulling his arm out from under his head to take his large hand into yours. manicured fingertips started to trace patterns across the back of his hand, attempting to calm down the waves of explosive anger. “please.” you begged him to open up to you before swallowing the thoughts and emotions, pushed him into another deep, black hole.

you’ve been in the same place with him once, and it was extremely difficult and exhausting to carry him out of the depressions. benjamin inhaled a deep breath, closing the lids for merely a second and bathing in the gentleness of your touch. no matter how much he desires the silent treatment, and hoped you would fall asleep in his arms quickly so he wouldn’t bother you with his thought, he couldn’t deny you a begging request.

“it’s a disaster. i have no idea how the fuck the game turned so quickly on us. and then, it’s another booking. that guy tried to get to me the entire game." pressing the palm of his hand over his eyes, benjamin's fleshy fingers stroke over his forehead, ruffling through the still damp curls. the stormy weather, the heavy rain mixed with small snowflakes, made the situation worse.

"he tried to provoke you. i'm glad you didn't react as usual. a second booking would have been horrendous." you giggled quietly, remembering how aggressive benjamin could get on the pitch if an enemy decided to purposely hit him inappositely.

"after sitting out the psg rematch, i really don't wanna miss this one." benjamin confessed, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. with bayern münchen, he reached the steps in his life, he dreamt of as a little child. champions league, dfb pokal, championships. "it's just fucked up. we tried every way past their defense to score at least one goal, and suddenly, the ball settled in our half and i couldn't do anything at all to stop those fucking goals."

he was frustrated by the turn of the game. the importance still lingered in the thick air, the anger written across the usual gentle features of the team. "i could have done more to keep grealish away, i know it. it's my fault they got a second and third goal. it started with him, and i messed up to stop him."

your eyebrows raised as his self-confidence was smashed by the doubts of his talent. shaking your head as an answer to what he talked about, it was a discussion you shared multiple times. benjamin beat himself up, for mistakes, the entirety of the team made. "ben, don't engage with those thoughts again. it's not entirely your fault, that's bullshit."

"but grealish was on my side, i had to stop him."

"yes, but you did not force upamecano to zoom out for a couple of seconds and lose the ball so easily. manchester city took over the control after something changed on the pitch. a strong first half turned into a complete defensive play in the second. you're a great player, a very skilled one and perfect on your position. i saw you on that pitch, the way you instructed to other defenders, asking for a little bit of help when you were stuck between keeping an eye on two of the city players. you tried, ben. and that's enough."

benjamin raised his head, glancing over at you. tears gathered on his waterline, the small droplets rolling down his cheeks. a situation, you haven't had to handle for a couple of weeks. "you can't always take the blame for a bad result. you're a team, if one messes up, another has to correct the false play. this time, it didn't work out, but there's still a rematch. there's still a chance, and you can prove to them out there, and to yourself, that you're a great defender, if you need that."

leaning forward to place your soft palm against the span of his cheek, your thumb wiped away the falling tears of disappointment and sadness. you hated seeing him in this state, you despised how he tried to talk himself down and take the entire blame. "for me, you will always be the best player on the pitch, the best defender in the line, and a winner. you don't need a trophy to be perfectly fine."

placing his hand over yours, a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. a quiet chuckle, benjamin couldn't hide from you. "you know, you're very good at giving motivation speeches, cherie."

"all for you, baby." you giggled, leaning further forward to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into the warm embrace.

"you're amazing, thank you. i really needed that." he confessed, his voice merely a whisper as the words vanished in the mess of damp hair. face hidden between your shoulder and neck, benjamin felt the anger disappear slowly.

"just know, you're the amazing one."

[pavardscherie]

We need more Benji daddy

here to serve! 💖

noelle’s second birthday was just a couple of weeks ago, she was slowly starting to grow and benjamin had a hard time to believe how fast the months passed. with him having to be away constantly, traveling germany and europe with bayern münchen, he missed out on a couple of things. and tonight, you decided to surprise him after he did not want to invite you to such a late game.

seated in your usual seats close to the pitch, the game against dortmund started 6.30pm. somehow, their archenemies didn’t play very well, and bayern scored the lead goal way too easily; and closely followed by three more. noelle sat on your bouncing legs, watching the players run over the pitch, and kicking the ball. it didn’t take long until benji appeared on your side, waving at the little girl who almost jumped of your lap.

“daddy!” she pointed one of her little fingers at benjamin, waving her hands wildly to gain his attention. and you knew, it was extremely difficult for the defender to stay focused on the game. for a moment, you were relieved he didn’t hear what noelle shouted at him. just two days ago, she said the word for the first time while watching an international match on the television.

overly excited, she hurried forward and tapped her fingers against the bright screen when benjamin was filmed for a close-up. he never heard her say it, and you really wanted to surprise him with the news. the game continued until the ninety-forth minute was reached and the referee blew his whistle. another win to increase the distance between the points, another win to secure the top of the chart as number one. "daddy?" noelle pouted beside you, holding her little bayern bear in one of her tiny hands.

"he should be here any second, love." you answered, letting your fingers brush carefully over her beautiful chocolate curls. the team left the field, exchanging a few words with the trainer team and grabbing a bottle of water. after celebrating the win with handshakes and hugs, benjamin excused himself from a conversation and came over to the stands. it was the first home game since a couple of months that noelle could attend. either they were too late, or she fell asleep at home.

jumping down from the seat on wobbly legs when she saw benji's face, noelle walked towards the barricade and raised her arms in the air. "daddy!" she shouted loudly, wanting to gain the attention of the defender, who occasionally looked over his shoulder at his teammates. but as soon as he heard her sweet voice, benjamin entered a tunnel vision and focused on his daughter. with quicker steps, he closed the distance and reached over the barricade to help the little princess into his arms.

"what did you just say, darling?" he raised the bushy crows, debating if he heard the word that left her mouth right. noelle giggled immediately, throwing her arms around benji's neck and cuddling him tightly. and as she remembered mommy's words, her lips pursed and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss on her father's cheek.

"daddy!" noelle cheered again, looking at you and pointing at benji's face with a very wide smile. but the defender's pupils grew, the eyebrows raised higher in surprise and the mouth open. "say that again, please." he whispered to noelle, almost begging to hear the word again.

"daddy!" she pulled the first syllable a little longer. still smiling widely at benjamin. and to say he never expected to be surprised with not only your attendance, and his little princess watching again, hearing noelle call him her daddy increased the happiness. "holy, i did not expect that." benjamin confessed with a mild chuckle, trying to find the right words to answer. tears dwelled in the corners of his eyes, tears filled with happiness and pure excitement. "when did she start saying that?"

his head snapped in your direction, wrapping one of his muscular arms tighter around noelle's small body and holding her close to his own. "we watched the match against psg, and she suddenly climbed from the couch, pointed at the tv and said daddy when your face was shown." you shrugged the shoulders, smiling widely yourself. seeing noelle cuddled up to benjamin always had a special effect on you, your heart swelling in awe and pride.

"i'm your daddy?" benjamin turned his attention back to noelle, who watched the different players walk across the pitch, and the fans still singing the bayern münchen songs. "ya, daddy." she answered, using one of her little fingers to poke his cherry red-tinted cheek from running over the field for more than ninety minutes.

noelle could call him daddy a million times more, and benjamin would still need time to comprehend what was happening. "best surprise." he spoke to you, pursing his lips to press a very dry kiss to noelle's forehead. a gesture that made her giggle, and hide her face in benjamin's crimson-red, sweat-drenched jersey.

"daddy, you smell." she scrunched her nose, patting his chest with her palm, and making benjamin chuckle slightly.

[pavardscherie]

Benjiiiii 🔥

always here to serve with smut for my beloved! 🫡

“are you wearing my jersey?” benji questioned from his position on the couch, the head tilted away from the television and glancing over the backrest. you just got out of the very needed shower, the still damp strands tied to a loose bun on the back of the hand.

benjamin’s last name and his signature number decorated your back, the jersey from the last season became your favorite comfort fit while having a calm day at home. obviously, you wore too many of his clothes, the musky cologne he wore lingered on the fabric and it made you feel much better when he was gone for a game.

raising the perfectly trimmed brows at your boyfriend’s awkward position to take in your whole appearance, you placed the brim of the glass between your lips and drowned the last sip of orange juice. “yes.” you confessed, shrugging the shoulders nonchalantly and turning away to pour another glass of the same drink.

lips parted, the corners of the mouth curled into a smile as your mind stringed together more thoughts. “and i’m not wearing any underwear.” you added, the voice a flat line. benjamin hasn’t been home for a long, couple of days. the game in manchester needed a lot of preparation, and they left germany earlier than announced before. long days, awful nights that left you needy for his attention and hungry for his touch.

“what?” he understood the words perfectly fine, the television was almost on the lowest volume. but benji wanted to hear it again, hear the seductive sentence spoken by your soft voice again. yet, you didn’t grant him the satisfaction. “just thought you should know.” you shrugged your shoulder a second time, taking the freshly filled glass into the right hand and slowly walking into the living room.

benjamin was now fully turned into your direction. brown curls a mess of strands on top of his head, the muscular chest and stomach naked while the jogging pants hung way too low to stop the running imagines. when you reached the backrest of the couch, benji’s long fingers immediately attached to your thigh.

calloused pads caressed along the smooth inner side, dancing to an inaudible melody, but way too teasingly slow for your taste. shivers spread along the trail he left behind, until his fingers disappeared underneath the hem of the jersey.

chocolate orbs infiltrated by a sudden haze, a lust-filled trance that casted a glossy layer over his almost, too dark shaded eyes, stayed focused solely on your gentle face. you waited for him to retreat his hand, let you fall once again after you decided to easily tease him with such a choice of words. but this time, benjamin decided against it, against seeing you beg and plead for him to please you.

being away for days from the one thing that explained the word addiction way too perfectly for him, raised the desire of wanting to ravish you, feel you wrapped around him. all in all, accompanied by the sinful sounds that left your parted lips and made it difficult to concentrate.

reaching higher between your thighs, rough fingertips grazed over your soft lips and were immediately met by a well-known wetness. the lust-filled glances benjamin gave you, the shivering touch of his fingers trailing along the insides of your thighs, created the arousal that pooled between your warm lips. "so wet, cherie. who made you this wet?"

benjamin's question sent another wave of shivers down your spine, eliciting in goosebumps across your smooth skin. long fingers skillfully parted your lips, the calloused tips of his digits stroke carefully over your slit, rubbing smooth circles over your sensitive bud. the grip on the juice glass tightened quickly, already despising how much of an effect benjamin had on you with such an easy touch.

head tilted back into the neck, the ends of the loose strands fell off your shoulders and your eyelids closed themselves without permission. bottom lip captured between your teeth, assaulted abruptly to stifle the needy whines that wanted to leave your throat so badly.

"don't be shy, come here, cherie." he instructed, the curl of his mouth upwards and spreading a satisfied smirk across his handsome face. empty hand patted his trained thighs, inviting you to take a seat on his lap, and who would you be if you wouldn't agree immediately?