#benjamin pavard one shots

[fernandezology]

mon cherié -benjamin pavard

summary: both you and benjamin are insufferably stubborn,which makes this “hot and cold” situation unbearable. if destiny wants to see you together,who is gonna be the first one to stop acting like you hate each other?

author’s note: thank you for all your support and requests so far! this is the longest piece i wrote so far and i really put my heart and energy into this one. let me know what do you think <3

word count: 2,5 k

warnings: angst,betrayal and mentions of cheating

What is it about us that we always want something we can’t have? Or someone. I had never craved anyone’s attention like this before. Not until I met him.

He was always there,yet so far out of my reach. Almost like a toy you will reach for at top shelves in stores. Unreachable for me. I never knew where I stood with him. One thing was sure- he was the one. He had to be. If not him,then who? I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. No amount of love movies could ever prepare me for that fatal attraction. Nothing compares to experiencing that moment. Destiny wanted us together,but did you?

From that moment on, he was the last thing I would have on my mind before going to sleep. It even got to a point where I couldn’t even escape him while I was sleeping. And when I wasn’t seeing him in my dreams,I would daydream about him. Not that I would ever admit that to him. I was too proud to do it. Eventually,that would cost us time we could already spend together.

As the time went by, I was convinced that falling for someone this hard is a form of self- destruction.It just had to be. Raw feelings and this catastrophic timing made the most painful combination. How is it even possible to love someone that much without really knowing them? I just saw right through you. For what you really are, and I still love every single part of you. Even flaws. That’s what made you so irresistible. Some said that’s because I had a savior complex and you needed to be “saved”.

The truth is- I needed you. Needed to be saved by your love. If anything,I loved your flaws more than anything. You wouldn’t be who you are without them. You desperately wanted to give off the impression of someone mysterious to everyone else and always leave them wondering. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? What are you really like? Do you have someone? What rumors about you are true? For a good period of time,those rumors left me wondering too.

I scrolled through her post and it wasn’t because I was envious. The only thing I want for you is to be happy,even if it doesn’t include me. At least that’s what I was trying to convince myself. It worked for awhile. It got draining eventually and I was trying my best to hide it. I felt so pathetic for crying over someone who probably doesn’t even think about me. Why would you? I clearly did my best to push you away from me. We were never friends,but certainly not this either. How did it even come to this? From sitting together in classes and making jokes to not being able to stand each other.

I had to contradict everything you said. For some reason,even though you were shy,you always had something to say about everything. Truthfully,sometimes everyone found it frustrating. What did you wanna prove? It seemed like you wanted to be a teachers pet and always be against everyone else because you are above us. Straight A’s,tall,good-looking,popular among girls.. Even your football career seemed to be going in the right direction. What else is there to prove really?

Once again,I saw right through your facade. You wanted approval from others,which is something you always seek. Maybe not actively,but you love to feel accepted. You loved to make people laugh,but honestly, nothing about this situation was funny at all. Maybe destiny doesn’t wanna see us together after all.

Where did it all take a wrong turn for us? If „we“ ever were a thing after all. Everyone noticed the way we looked at each other. Self-proclaimed enemies don't look at each other with lust in their eyes. If I had to point out one specific event, it would be the moment where I comforted you about one of the rumors that was going around.

Not because I wanted to humiliate you or find out the truth so everyone can gossip about it and talk behind your back, just like they always do. Some nice „friends“ you have. It was because I wanted to let you know I'm not that naive to believe everything I hear or read.

And most importantly- to let you know I'm here for you. Someone you can rely on, shoulder to cry. I see you and your good heart. Your good intentions. The rumor has it that you were sending inappropriate texts to some girls while you were with that girl. There was no way anyone would want to hurt her, especially not you. She looks beautiful and kind, she probably gives you butterflies. I was having sleepless nights over thinking about how to bring that up, but let's face it-that's not something you just casually bring up in random conversation. Who in their right mind would just ask „Hey, did you send these inappropriate messages to girls while you had a girlfriend? „

Nobody, except for me. I was waiting for an opportunity to ask you about this for days, weeks even. Nothing seemed like the right time to ask you about it and I wanted it to be as natural as possible. Somehow, after all that overthinking, I brought it up in the most idiotic way possible.

I noticed you were walking home alone after school and stopped you. After so many years, I still don't know what got into me. All I know is that I suddenly felt like my heart was in my throat. Even though I was practicing what to say in the mirror so many times, I went completely off the script.

Not the first time we have been off the script, is it?

„Hey, can I just show you something if you have a second?”

„Of course, what is it?”

„Uhm, I don't know are you aware, but they are talking about how you were sending some questionable messages to a lot of girls.”

„Wait, what?”

„So you don't know? There are screenshots going around…”

„I have to go or I will be late for a game, but if you can, please send me those screenshots.”

„Good luck and I will.”

„Thank you. „

This definetly felt wrong. It felt like I was interrogating you for a „crime“ that has no correlation to me whatsoever. It wasn't my place to ask you that, but since I already did, I had to proceed with it and send you screenshots.

Nothing for hours.

Followed by „seen at 3:27 am“.

That's what happens when you go off the script,but that's life. We can't retake this scene and try again.

Now it's up to you to decide what comes next. At the very least, you could've thanked me for letting you know, but no. Radio silence at your end.

After that conversation, I wouldn't even consider us „enemies“. I would consider ourselves as strangers because, at the end of the day, that is what we are. Who was I fooling? I will never know what you are thinking, who you are when you are alone at night with your thoughts. My friends noticed that you were looking at me every time I looked away from you. They didn’t know about our conversation, but even then, they knew you looked like you were so desperate to say something. Still no progress and let's face it- there will never be one.

It's not like I didn't try to occupy myself with other things, other people. All of my attempts worked out only for a short amount of time. Not suprising considering they never left significant mark on my life. Looking back on it, I should've risk it, confess it to you and risk a rejection. It couldn't be that bad if it happened sooner, right? They say time heals open wounds of a broken heart, but what would be a medicine for however you wanna describe this? All my friends are tired of hearing of how much I miss you and I got sick of thinking about you all the time. It almost felt pathetic.

I needed something, well someone to get you off my mind. Funnily enough, my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, looked very similiar to you. It's safe to say I have a type. Brown eyes and curly brown hair. Very predictable of me. If I only predicted that so called replacements don't work out. If anything, that cheap version of you only made my life even more miserable with constant lying and gaslighting.

To make the whole story more embarassing, he broke up with me right before Christmas and ruined my favorite time of the year. Looking back on it, it was a blessing in disguise. There is just one thing I will forever regret if you put aside the fact that I endured his gaslighting for months. He was my first kiss and just looking back on it makes me physically ill. It's such a repulsive memory. Thanks God I complemently blocked that out of my memory.

On the other hand, I don't think he will block you out of his memory because he was also one of those that were envious of you, your talent, popularity and attractivness. Imagine if he knew he was your supossed replacement… Failed to even be the mediocre version of himself. He is free to add me on the list of girls who he didn't satisfy in any way. Not to wish bad upon anyone, but he doesn’t deserve to feel happiness after what he has done. Not to mention he most likely cheated too because I saw him with other girl on new year's party. Dissapointing but normal procedure by his standards.

Wanna hear something that is not a normal procedure in our story? Him sitting next to me in bus on our week long school trip. In the middle of the night as well. Everyone were asleep except few of us. I didn’t even notice him at first because I was got lost in my thoughts while looking through window. Night was so peaceful and you could see stars since sky was so clear, not a single cloud in the sight. He tapped my shoulder to get my attention and I just assumed it's one of my friends that was sitting behind me.

„Do you mind if I sit here? „

„No, go ahead. „

„It's a bit crowded back there so I hope you don't mind that I came. „

„It's okay, don't worry. „

„Why are you awake? „

„I could ask you the same thing. „

„I asked you first. „

„And you came to my seat so your rules don't apply here, monsieur . „

„Monsieur? I'm not that old,mademoiselle”

„Sorry, your dark cicrles are telling me a different story. „

„Hey, no need for that. „

„I'm just kidding, but seriously, why are you awake?“

„Because I can't fall asleep. „

„Really? „

„Really. That's why I'm here. „

„Huh? Am I supossed to tuckle you in and tell you a goodnight story? „

„I mean, if you want to… „

„Just go to sleep. „

„That's very rude of you, mon cherié. „

„What did you say? „

„Hm? Nothing, you are hearing stuff. „

„Goodnight then. „

„Goodnight. „

Well, that was suprising. His presence and the smell of his perfume were so comforting. It was almost like I needed him to fall asleep peacefully. To be more exact, it seemed like he needed me too.

Why are we each others safe place when all we do is bring chaos into each others lives?

Overthinking hit me again while he was leaning more and more towards me. This probbably doesn’t mean anything, but I would've lied if I said this isn't gonna disturb me. I was finally moving on and then this had to happen? How convinient.

„Sometimes I was conviced you are doing this on puprose. What else could it be? I just wanted you to make up your mind and put both of us out of this misery. I was hoping I will never ever come across you after high school. „

„I'm sorry, but that will never work out for you. Your shoulder probabbly went numb because I was all over you, I'm sorry. „

„Not just that, you were also drooling in your sleep. „

„That's embarassing. I hope nobody saw it. „

„Not only did they see you, they took pictures too. „

„Put that in a frame. But jokes aside, why did it took us so long? „

„Maybe because both of us are so insufferably stubborn? „

„That's what makes it more fun. „

„Suffering back then wasn't that fun, to be honest. „

„If this is suffering, then I wanna suffer forever with you. „

„Wow, so romantic of you. „

„Why are you rolling your eyes? I'm being serious. „

„It's just a natural reaction when I see you. „

„Are you thinking what I'm thinking or? „

„Oh stop winking at me and be serious for once. „

„Sorry, what were you saying? „

„I was about to say that I will never forgive you that you will never be my first kiss. „

„What?? I thought I was special? You are such a traitor. „

„Turns out you weren't the only one that was drooling over me. „

„Just so you know, that kiss doesn’t count. „

„So which one does? „

„This one. „

And he was right. That is the only that will ever matter.

[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.”

[emwritesfootball]

Jersey Jealousy | Benjamin Pavard

smut with Benjamin Pavard where he becomes jealous when he sees you wearing a jersey of his teammates

Warnings: Spanking, fingering, blow job, begging

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You walked into the Stade de France, the ‘Mbappé 10’ burning a hole in your back. It wasn’t like you’d necessarily chosen to wear this kit - the product of being the loser of your friend group’s fantasy football competition last season. When the punishment had been made, you had cackled at the thought of one of your friends wearing a kit that wasn’t their boyfriend’s to a match, but your cockiness had gotten the better of you and now you were paying for it. 

You watched as Benjamin warmed up with the rest of the team but you couldn’t help noticing Kylian who caught your eye and gave you a knowing wink. You responded with an eye roll and a rather rude hand gesture that had him laughing. This, of course, alerted Benjamin, who looked over and narrowed his eyes as he looked from you to Kylian. You blew Benjamin a kiss, hoping to smooth things over with your boyfriend. 

“What was that all about?” Benjamin asked before making his way into the tunnels, giving you a hug.

“Nothing, just lost a bet.” You could feel his hands on your back, touching the vinyl letters and numbers printed on the jersey you were sporting that definitely didn’t spell ‘Pavard 2’.

“A bet, huh? Turn around.” When you didn’t comply, Benjamin turned you himself, letting out a curse in French when he read the back. “Some bet, chérie.”

Your stomach dipped at the promise in his voice. Benjamin didn’t get jealous easily, but you had never shown up a match not wearing his kit before, so you didn’t know what to expect.

He was gone before you could say anything, not giving you his usual quick kiss for good luck. You watched the match with bated breath, cheering harder for your boyfriend than you ever had. The only time you slipped up was when he assisted Kylian on a goal and you couldn’t help shouting for the striker as he celebrated the goal. 

“I saw you cheering for Kylian,” Benjamin whispered in your ear after the match. France won, another of many in their collection of wins on the road to the next Euro Cup. 

“He scored a goal.”

“I assisted.”

“I’ll see you at home.” Benjamin stood back, his eyes raking over the kit. “Keep that kit on.”

You sat on the sofa waiting for Benjamin to arrive, nervous and playing with the hem of the kit, hoping you weren’t in too much trouble.

The sound of keys in the door made you jump, and you raced to the door to greet Benjamin. You threw your arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his skin. 

“You still wearing Kylian’s kit?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good.” 

Benjamin took your wrist and walked you back over to the sofa, sitting down and quickly tugging you over his knees. He hiked the kit up to expose your ass, and you couldn’t help letting out a whimper as his hand connected with your skin. “What’s the number on the back of this kit?”

“Ten.”

“Count.”

You counted each smack until you hit ten and then Benjamin’s fingers found their way between your legs, his thumb brushing over your perineum before pressing against your asshole. His middle finger slipped into your pussy as his other hand gently rubbed circles over your stinging ass. “Good girl.”

“Please, Benjamin.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

The second the words left your mouth, Benjamin took his fingers out of your pussy. He made you suck your juices off his fingers. 

“Maybe later. On your knees.”

You did as he ordered, watching as he freed his cock and started to stroke it while holding eye contact with you. When you finally got your mouth on his cock, you sucked him off until he came down your throat, hoping that by doing a good job, he would give you the reward of an orgasm. 

“If you want your own, you’re going to have to work for it,” Benjamin said, reaching down and slipping two fingers inside of you. You were still kneeling at his feet, your ass brushing against the carpet as you tried to ride his fingers. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“Y-You.” You gripped his wrist, holding his fingers in place so you could rub your clit on his palm.

“Not Kylian?”

“No. Not Kylian. Only you.”

“Take off the kit and you can cum.”

You took off the kit so Benjamin could ogle your breasts as you rode his fingers until you came.

“Good girl. If you ever wear another player’s kit in the stadium, I’ll have you like this in front of the team.”

[thatsdemko]

Hey love! <3

Would you write for Benjamin Pavard? If you don't, please feel free to ignore me! <3

If yes, would you write something with him being obsessed with the reader? Like in a good way! Being whipped for the reader <333 hehe

a/n: I don’t know much about him so I did the best of my abilities to write this! hope you enjoy ☺️

he’d do anything for you. like literally anything for you. you could call at an ungodly hour and he’d drop whatever he was doing to be with you. it didn’t even need to be a phone call, you could text him you were stressed and he’d be there to help.

some of his teammates said he was whipped. having no idea what it meant, you had to look it up to find out they were correct. he was the exact definition of, “so in love with you that they would do anything you say.” except it was always within reason and never anything he didn’t want to do. he cared for you a lot, and he was careful to never overstep boundaries.

that morning you had a big presentation that you needed to begin to prepare for, and instead of waking up next to Benjamin he was in the living room setting up all of your notes that you spent hours typing last night for this morning. he even had already prepared breakfast for you.

“what’s all this?” you asked when you finally rolled out of bed to start your morning. you saw your bags had been packed, including lunch, and the mess you promised to clean up this morning was already gone.

“just to help you for today.” he shrugged simply.It made him happy to do the small things around the apartment for you, and it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, but it did make you feel guilty that he picked up after you.

“you know, you are what your teammates say you are.” you giggled sitting down on the couch looking at all the papers spread out on the coffee table.

“and what’s that they say?” he asked, his head tilted, in a quizzical look, waiting for a response. when you looked up, you saw how dilated his pupils were. he truly was a man in love, and who could blame him? he never knew what love truly felt like until he met you, and since then he’s never wanted to get off the rollercoaster.

“that you’re whipped. you’re so in love with me you’d do anything, which explains you getting up before me and doing all this stuff. I love that you do that, but you know you don’t have to?” you pulled on his arm for him to sit down next to you, in which he did like you asked.

sighing he rested his head against the palm of his hand, “well, yeah I mean I do it because I love you and I want to. do you not like it?”

you did love what he did, it was helpful and it was kind, but you did believe he was truly under your spell. there was no other explanation for that. “I love what you do, ben. I think it’s cute how much you love me.” smiling, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips, going to pull away he pulled you back in for one more that was long and hard, but you could feel the passion on his tongue.

“now tell me about this big presentation. can I stop by with flowers after work?”

[dontexpectmuch]

Heyyy love!

I loved the Benjamin Pavard Imagine you wrote so much omg <333

And while I was reading it, I thought of slow dancing with Benjamin? Could you write that? <33

“benji, do we really have to do this now.“ you whine out.

getting dragged out of your warm bed in the middle of the night wasn’t really something anyone enjoyed. all of this because you once told your boyfriend that french men were usually known for being romantic, him not really fitting into that stereotype.

you thought it was funny when pointing it out, you just wanted to mess with him a little, already loving him the way he was, but apparently he took it quite seriously.

“of course, mon ange, this is the perfect time, fais-moi confiance.” he looks back at you, smiling, his cheeks rosy from the cold, making him look ethereal, while also squeezing your hand a bit, as he continues to drag you out of your house, after forcing you to wear a coat and scarf, so you wouldn’t freeze.

you didn’t know why he was up at that time, but as soon as his eyes saw the white scenery outside, he decided to wake you up to, his words, ‘make you fall even more in love with him’, as if that would be even possible.

“the snow won’t be gone by the morning, love” you sigh, coming to a halt, now standing infront of him and looking up, his eyes already looking at yours.

“well, we can’t do this in the morning, can we?” suddenly he pulls you flush against his broad chest, one hand resting on your hips and the other holding yours.

understanding his intentions, you put your other hand on his shoulder, slowly swinging from side to side with him. the love sick grin not leaving either of your guy’s lips.

laughing breathlessly, a small fog cloud forming, you shake your head, eyes never leaving his, scared that this was a dream and he would disappear if you looked away.

“yeah, we couldn’t have done this.” you agree.

he looked so good, streetlights shining down on him, giving him an almost angel-like appeal, all while you continued to swing from side to side, him squeezing your hands three times.

your silent code for ‘i love you more than words could ever explain.’

he did that quite a lot.

but you had to give him the point, he truly did make you fall even harder in love than you could’ve ever imagined.

so, while the comfortable silence spread out even more you, too, squeezed his hands three times.

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abel makes me feel things that i did not know were able to be felt.

[pensat-i-fet]

An Easter basket of surprises (Benjamin x Pavard)

**I got a request to write about Pavard with no specific topic and after wondering what I could do for him, this is what I came up with. Hope you all like it ❤️**

Word count: 2048

Masterlist

Wattpad

"Remember you have to do the video after training, ok?"

"Impossible to forget when you've told me a hundred times".

I try to concentrate on what matters, training. The team has been asking me to be in more and more videos for social media since I got a couple of individual awards and people learnt my name. I don't mind it when I get to film with one of the girls, but today they asked me to film with a male player. At least it isn't him.

"Are you coming with us?", asks Georgia when I'm done drying my hair.

"No, I have to do some filming for the team".

"Lucky you", she laughs. "See you later, then".

"Bye. Have fun!"

I walk towards the media area and see it's pretty empty.

"Am I early?"

"Not really but everyone has been panicking".

"Why?"

"The player you were going to film with isn't feeling well so they had to go find another one".

Relax, there are too many players on that team. You aren't going to be that unlucky.

"Who's coming then?"

"We'll find out soon".

They ask me to sit and wait and it only makes me more nervous so I undo and redo my ponytail about ten times. I always do that when I’m nervous.

"Hello gorgeous. Looks like we get to spend some time together today".

Of course, it's him.

"Hello, Benjamin. Let's do this quickly so it's over soon".

"You didn't say that last time", he whispers in my ear, only making me more annoyed.

"I didn’t want to be rude. But I was thinking about it".

He laughs, flicking my ponytail, which earns him a slap on the hand.

"Just pretend you like me for a second. It won't be that hard".

"I'm used to pretending and faking when I'm with you".

"Keep telling yourself that".

Benjamin and I had seen each other at team events multiple times but we never spoke. One night, I went out with some friends and we found him and his friends at a club.

After a couple of drinks, we were making out in the VIP area…and then I made the mistake of taking him home with me.

When we were having breakfast, I was trying to see what this could mean. I liked him and I had had a good time…but then one of his friends came out of my flatmate's room and started to chat with us. And saying he was an ass would be being too nice.

Dear Benjamin didn't bother to stop him from calling me all the names he wanted to. And when I told him to go to hell he just told me it was banter and that my reaction proved women couldn't play football because we are too sensitive. It was then that Benjamin finally reacted, by holding me before I punched his stupid friend’s face.

And that was also the last time we interacted properly. We saw each other but pretended we didn't. So it was back to square one. But not really.

"Ok, lovelies, we'll do a few Easter activities so they can be posted around the festivities. And you can talk a bit about the cultural differences between how this is celebrated in Germany and your countries".

"Sure", I say, walking towards the table where they had set all the things we'll be working with.

I don't notice any steps behind me so I turn to see where my partner is.

"Are you seriously staring at my ass?"

"Nope".

But his innocent look is fooling no one.

"Do we have to colour eggs?", he says, looking at the materials on the table.

"Yes!"

He doesn't share our media boss's enthusiasm and that entertains me a lot.

"I love painting eggs, don't you, Benji?"

"Benji?", his disgusted face is hilarious.

"Don't you like my nickname for you?"

"Not really, but it's better than what you called me last time".

I smile at him, proud of my choice of words at that moment.

"But nothing beats the things you called me while you were…faking it".

And the smile is gone.

“We’ll start filming in 3, 2, 1…”.

“Hi guys, we are here to do some fun Easter activities with all of you. We’ll start by colouring some boiled eggs while we snack on some chocolate eggs…no? I’m being told no but too late because I already stole a bowl!”, I show the bowl to the camera and can hear Benjamin chuckling next to me.

“Make sure you send your best designs to Bayern’s Twitter and the winner will get a very special price”.

“A date with you? Oh no, you said special. Must be something else”.

I think for a second that I pushed the joke too far and I’ll be told off and that this bit will be edited out of the video, but everyone in the room laughs and I see that as a sign to carry on.

“Most of our audience is probably just here because of you, so a date with you will be a better price”.

“You aren’t lying. But only the luckiest guys get to date me. And if they mess up…”, I exemplify what happens by throwing one of the eggs to the table and squashing it with my fist. “But let’s paint!”

We concentrate on our drawings, not letting the other see what we are doing. But the cameras do move around us getting some angles of our fantastic creations.

“Ok, this is what I did. It’s the Bayern crest…kind of”.

I look at Benjamin’s drawing and it’s actually not bad so I nod.

“I drew you!”

“Really?”, his tone lets me know he doesn’t know whether he should be happy or scared.

“Look!”

When I show the egg to the camera, everyone starts laughing.

“I think it’s uncanny”.

“That’s Shrek”.

“Yeah…uncanny”.

He shakes his head and moves to get one of the chocolate eggs from my bowl. Our arms brush when he does that and I can feel goosebumps forming on them. I wish I could say his presence has no effect on me but…I do find him attractive and our night together was good. Too good. But he’s still an asshole.

“What’s next?”

“Well, you have to try the traditional Easter bread we have so better stop eating so much chocolate”.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s plenty of room here for bread”, I say, patting my stomach.

“I can help you burn the calories later”, says Benjamin when he walks past me towards the other table.

“In your dreams”.

“Yeah, you’ve been in those once or twice”.

I don’t want to, but I blush at his words. And he loves seeing me like that.

“No witty comeback about having nightmares with me”.

“No, I’ve actually dreamt about you a few times”. “Really?”

“Yeah”, I nod. “And I woke up feeling as disappointed as the day I woke up next to you so…you might have a point. A bit nightmarish”.

One of the ladies from the media team grabs my arm while I’m walking to the table.

“Look, the banter is good and fun. But don’t take it too far and…sort that sexual tension you two have out before you both explode or something”.

“We don’t…”.

“Sure, honey”.

Is that what everyone in the room is thinking? It feels as if all of a sudden I can feel everyone looking at me and wondering about that. Gross.

So I just sit down, determined to not let my feelings towards the guy next to me affect how I behave.

We are asked about the food we eat in our countries during Easter and Benjamin goes on and on (and on) about the French traditions.

“What about you?”

“Um…I don’t care as much about what we eat in my country but I loved the hot cross buns I ate in the UK when I played for Chelsea. I wish I could buy them here”.

“I don’t know what those are”, says Benjamin.

“I’ll show you a photo later”.

My response makes him raise an eyebrow. Am I going to get judged for being bitchy but also for being polite?

I’m still eating some of the bread when we are asked to go do the final activity.

“Ok guys, we’ve hidden some eggs and you need to find them. Whoever gets 6 first wins!”

And if there is something that my partner and I have in common, it’s our competitiveness. So the moment we hear the instructions, we are already moving around the place trying to find the eggs.

“I’ve got 5!”, I yell. “How many have you got?”

“4…but don’t distract me”.

The first few were in pretty obvious spots but they really knew how to hide the rest. Do they want us to be here all day?

I spot another one and run towards it, but so does Benjamin, causing us to bump into each other. And because I’m really that lucky, I fall on my bum.

“You ok?”, he says, kneeling to check on me.

“Just embarrassed and my bum hurts”.

“I could kiss it better if you want to”, he winks.

“You wish you could do that”.

“Yeah, I wish I could”.

When I take the hand he’s offering to help me get up, I stare into his eyes and something happens. I don’t know what but…it is something strange.

“Mine!”

When I finally recover from our weird moment, I realize he took the egg with him, tying us with 5 eggs each. Whoever gets the next one wins.

We keep running around and then I see another egg. But…I’ve looked there so many times already and there was nothing. I look back and see Benjamin still away from me so I get the egg quickly.

“And six! I won!”

“Congrats”, he says, staying where he was.

We are told to do a little outro and then we’re done. Finally.

“He let you win”, says the sound guy who’s taking my mic off.

“What?”

“He saw the egg somewhere else and put it on the floor so you would find it”.

“But why would he…”.

“Maybe because it’s pretty obvious that he likes you”.

I don’t like having so many people around me analysing my relationships with people but…maybe they have a point?

“Hey!”

“Are you talking to me?”, it’s funny how surprised he is.

“Why did you let me win?”

“I didn’t…”.

“Save it, someone told me you did”.

He looks away and takes a deep breath. “I knew it would make you happy”.

“Why do you care about my happiness?”

“Because what happened between us could have been more than a one-night stand and I have been thinking about it ever since. And because I'm not the asshole you think I am”.

He had? I…well, I have thought about it. But then I always remembered his friend and I got over the idea.

“But you won’t give me an opportunity because my friend, that’s no longer a friend, was rude to you”.

“That’s not the reason. The reason is that you didn’t say anything. When he was calling me a golddigger or saying women couldn’t be professional footballers, you were quiet”.

The realisation hits him finally. “Sorry, I should have said something. I mean, I said it when we left. I haven’t seen him ever since”.

That���that changes things. Whether I want to face it right away or not.

“Are you planning on being his friend again?”

“Not when he treats other people like he treated you. I have no time for people like that”.

I nod. “Maybe I could give you a second chance, then. With no alcohol and douchey friends to bother us”.

“Really? When? Now?”

“Relax. I’ll tell you when I’m ready”.

I take my bag and open it to give him his Easter gift.

“Here’s your portrait on an egg. Keep it on your bedside table so it reminds you of me until I decide when you get to woe me”.

With a smile on my face, I walk towards the door that leads to the parking lot. But before I leave, I turn around to look at Benjamin again.

“Stop staring at my ass”.

“Date me already so I can do more than staring”.

[pavardscherie]

Benjamin Pavard+locker room smut

curse words, benjamin pavard

⤷ pairing: benjamin pavard & female reader ⤷ summary: benji takes reader to the changing rooms while he's not allowed to play because of a second booking in the past game.

⤷ izzy talks. how many times has this been in my dreams and fantasies? i can't count anymore but probably so often lol. I'm such a simp for that man.

⤷ warnings: basically p in v, mentions of past sexual interactions, naming and touching genitals, bruises, dirty & teasing talk

⤷ requests are open.

his eyes followed the ball on the pitch, the possession switching between the players of bayern münchen and Paris saint-germain. the return match of the champions league, after the red-white's won the first game. but instead of being on the field with his mates, benjamin was forced to watch from the stands.

a second booking turned into a red card, and he was suspended for the second game between the teams. the action that caused his suspension was a necessary slide tackle against lionel messi, or he could have scored the equalizer.

minutes after minute passed, and curse words, in english and french, slipped out of benjamin's mouth whenever a good chance was unused, or the defenders of psg blocked a perfect shot.

you accompanied him to the match, but even your attendance could not distract him. the curse words floated out of his mouth, the anger spreading through his veins. for others, impossible to see. but you saw the thick vein on the side of his throat, the blue line, pulsating, and the clenched fists, which were hidden deep in the pockets of his jacket.

but what you witnessed, caused difficulties in concentrating. the image you saw, resembled the appearance and attitude of benjamin when he hovered above you. hands placed neatly beside your head on the pillows, forehead pressed against yours as his hips started to slam into you.

you still felt the purple-ish marks on your waist from last night. after you decided to beg for harder thrusts, and promising him that it won't hurt you, benjamin complied quickly and took a certain liking to the rougher side. the thick scarf around your throat covered the small love bites, which would only spark more attention.

but the thoughts, the skin slapping while benjamin's thrust became rougher by the minute. on all fours on the bed, your arms giving in to the strength of the football player, your cheeks pressed into the large pillows scattered over the blanket. the reminders did not leave your head after hearing the curse words slip out of benjamin's mouth several times by now.

clenching the thighs together, you didn't realize how his eyes have left the pitch after you didn't answer him and focused on the ways, you tried to hide what games your head played with you. bottom lip caught by your teeth, you chewed on the sensitive skin and stared ahead. one more glance at benjamin, and the wetness between your legs would pool uncontrollably.

"you don't look good." benjamin remarked, closing the small distance between the two of you, and placing his hand on your lower back. your lids immediately fluttered close, the small touch of his fingers, the feeling of his hands on you made the current state worse. while you tried to hide the obvious, benjamin was far from letting those small reactions slip. leaning down, the head tilted slightly to reach your ear, you couldn't see how his lips curled into a smirk.

"are you horny?" he muttered against your shell, his warm breath fanning over a small spot of exposed skin between the hairline and scarf. how convenient that your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, allowing him easy access when he was in the mood for dirty talk.

his voice was a raspy mess, the constant screams through the stands and the deep, muttered curse words, ruined the gentle spark. the large paw on the curve of your back wandered slowly around your body, finding a home on your waist to pull you closer into his towering figure. "cherie, do you want me to do something about it?" his whispers made you feral, the desire to feel him pulsating inside of you again after last night became unbearable. nodding your head as an answer, you knew, it wasn't enough of an answer for benjamin. he loved words.

" tell me, cherie. what do you want?" pressing your body closer against his, you felt the growing tent in his black cargo pants. leaning closer to your ear, benjamin's soft lips grazed over your jaw and placed a gentle kiss on the crimson-tinted span of your cheek.

you turned your head in his direction, glancing up at his face. pupils dilated, the colorful ring of hazelnut and chocolate turned darker, the lust shown in the mixture. it was impossible to hide how much the small conversation, and the thought of the other being horny, affected the two. nothing could distract benjamin from watching important matches. except for your sudden rise of desire for him. he could never let that slip.

„i want you.“ you whispered, attempting to keep your voice low enough from being heard by the fans around you. the stands were crowded, but benjamin couldn’t allow himself another scandal after losing his driver‘s license. standing on your tip toes, your gloss-covered lips brushed slightly over his dry ones. „to fuck me.“

six words that easily pushed his buttons, and switched his personality. with his free hand, he carefully adjusted the tent in his pants while you still stood in front of him, and the other guided you through the stands. fifteen minutes of the first half were left until the tunnels would be filled with players and coaches from both teams. letting his hand slip from your waist and down your arm, benjamin held your hand in his as he jogged through the crowds and towards the changing rooms in the lowest floor.

before you realized how many turns you took, or in which corridor you landed, a door fell into the frame. your back collided with the cold metal of the door, and your wrists held in place above your head. „we only have ten minutes, cherie.“ benjamin dipped down his head, continuing the insult on the side of your throat with a mess of kisses. the gentleness disappeared when your desired were shown with words.

„be a good girl, and bend over the bench in front of my jersey for me.“ he instructed, taking a step back again to give you enough space to move. it has always been a fantasy of his, to fuck you in the locker room, your eyes focused on the name on the jersey so you never forget it. „open that belt for me, and pull them down before bending over.“ pointing his finger at the tight jeans you wore, benjamin crossed his arms and watched your movements attentively.

without saying a word, or even trying to discuss the possibilities, you complied to his wishes. hands fiddled with the belt, quickly opening it and your pants. underneath waited a pair of plum lace panties. a sight which caused benjamin to groan quietly.

turning around as quick as you could, without falling over the denim material pooling around your legs, you fell to your knees. belly pressed to the wooden bench which looked way too low to even bend over it, your delicate palms placed on the floor tiles. ten minutes wasn't enough for sweet and loving intercourse.

benjamin's footsteps echoed through the empty locker room, the clinging sounds of his belt rang in your ears. thoughts and images of last night clouded your mind, and left a damp spot on your panties. kneeling down behind you after freeing the painfully hard dick from the prison of fabric, benjamin carefully pulled down the lace material. dilated pupils watched how the strings of arousal connected the fabric and your pussy, and he felt his cock twitching at the insanely hot sight. "just a quick one, cherie. ready to take me all in?"

he didn't need an answer, the words were rambled syllables. fleshy fingers wrapped around his shaft, his reddened tip brushed over your pussy and gathered the wetness as lube. without awaiting a reaction from you, benjamin pushed the tip of his dick between your folds, slowly entering your wet hole.

the burning stretch was welcomed by you, as the pleasure of being filled by him overshadowed the slight amounts of pain. and as the time was short, benjamin didn’t give you much time to adjust at all. his thrusts immediately were relentless, hips snapping against your ass and pushing your waist against the wooden bench.

the impact caused a whimper to escape your mouth, already preparing for the painful marks of purple and blue to blemish your belly by tomorrow. three, deep and perfectly angled thrusts were enough to lose the strength to hold your head up. but it wasn’t in the cards, if benjamin demanded something from you, you wouldn’t find release until you played by his rules.

„head up, cherie. look at the jersey. i want you to remember exactly who‘s the only one who can turn you into such a fucked out mess.“ benjamin‘s groans interfered with the little reminder speech, his calloused palms placed against the smooth skin of your waist as the pounding turned harsher and faster.

ten minutes, he reminded himself multiple times, while your sweet smell lingered in his nostrils and made it difficult to gather straight thoughts. another scandal for the french football player could cause the end of his time at bayern münchen. exactly not what he wanted. but the innocence laced with the color of your eyes, and the delicious way you chewed open the thin skin of your bottom lip while the thoughts of him ravished your mind, was enough to forget the rules for at least ten minutes.

the curse words spilled out of his mouth, mixed with animalistic groans and growls when his hard dick disappeared between your folds. you obeyed benjamin‘s orders, holding your head high, reading your boyfriends last name with each thrust of his hips. the feeling of benjamin‘s tip, brushing against your g-spot, felt like it came from another world. it was indescribable with words, and unbelievable to comprehend when a particularly rough thrust, almost pushed you into the pleasure-filled trance.

“come on, cherie. let go for me, squeeze me tightly with your perfect little pussy.” benjamin’s chest was pressed against your back, hovering carefully about you and whispering the praising words against the material of your sweater. the french accent, the way he emphasized words differently and gave each syllable a different sound, made it impossible to resist what he demanded. it took merely two thrust, your walls pulsating as the waves crashed over you — completely and at once. no chance to prepare or to inhale enough oxygen, the loud moans and benjamin’s name coaxed out of your throat.

clutching the legs together, you forced yourself to keep your lids open, and focused on the white capital letters as your orgasm brought you to a new high. walls clenched around benjamin’s shaft, squeezing him tightly like he wanted, he came merely a thrust later. white spurts decorated the insides of your pussy, your bundle of nerves pulsating while staying untouched for this time and his deep groan rang in your ears. normally, benjamin’s calloused fingertips rubbed messy circles over your clit but the time didn’t allow any extras right now.

pushing his hips deeply against your ass, benjamin stayed inside of you for a couple more seconds to empty himself completely. even with only ten minutes, he wouldn’t waste a second to stuff you further with his semen. soft lips placed a soft kiss on your clothed shoulder blade and another in the middle of your spine before pulling out of your wet, stretched hole and taking a step back. arousal dripped out of your ruined pussy, covering the insides of your thighs. a pleasing sight for benjamin’s eyes as he tugged away his limp dick and zipped his pants back up.

when you found your strength again, you pushed yourself off the uncomfortable wooden bench. deep red marks blemished the skin around your waist, leaving another reminder of what happened in the locker room after benjamin received a second booking in the last game. pulling up your pants, you slipped the belt through the loops again and closed it over the button of your jeans. “with a minute to spare.” benjamin analyzed, glancing over at the flat screen on the wall. the first half was nearly over, and somehow in the past eight minutes, bayern münchen scored the first goal. another step further into reaching the champions league finale and raising the trophy.

“you still annoyed, you can’t play today?” you asked, taking a step closer to your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his chest. benjamin towered over you, dipping the head down to place a kiss on the crown of your hair with a chuckle. “still bothers me, but i got a better treatment than on the pitch.”

exchanging a satisfied smile, the door to the locker room bursted open, and the handle hit the white brick wall for the millionth time. cheering men in red and white jumped into the room, clapping the hands together and talking about the goal, when the attention landed on benjamin and you, in the middle of the room. “aye, there’s our defender with the second booking.” thomas cheered, raising the hands in the air and walking straight towards ben.

“what brings you to the locker rooms?” leon asked, a bushy brow raised as he greeted benjamin and you. “just showed my girl where champions have their deserved break.”

and as if he knew that calling the team champions without standing in the finale yet, would direct the attention on the match again, he draped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. satisfied that the questions dissolved before being completely under attack by their noisy behavior, benjamin smiled down. “i love you.” he mouthed and became the reason for the stretch of watermelon-pink that covered the span of your cheeks.

[blogynews]

"Unforgettable Benjamin Pavard Showcase Propels France to Triumph Against Scotland"

France secured a 4-1 victory against Scotland in a friendly match held in Lille on Tuesday. Defender Benjamin Pavard was the star of the game, scoring two goals, while Kylian Mbappe added one from the penalty spot. The match was delayed by 10 minutes due to enhanced security measures following an attack in Brussels where two Swedes were shot dead before a Euro 2024 qualifier between Belgium and…

[blogynewz]

"Unforgettable Benjamin Pavard Showcase Propels France to Triumph Against Scotland"

France secured a 4-1 victory against Scotland in a friendly match held in Lille on Tuesday. Defender Benjamin Pavard was the star of the game, scoring two goals, while Kylian Mbappe added one from the penalty spot. The match was delayed by 10 minutes due to enhanced security measures following an attack in Brussels where two Swedes were shot dead before a Euro 2024 qualifier between Belgium and…

[blogynewsz]

"Unforgettable Benjamin Pavard Showcase Propels France to Triumph Against Scotland"

France secured a 4-1 victory against Scotland in a friendly match held in Lille on Tuesday. Defender Benjamin Pavard was the star of the game, scoring two goals, while Kylian Mbappe added one from the penalty spot. The match was delayed by 10 minutes due to enhanced security measures following an attack in Brussels where two Swedes were shot dead before a Euro 2024 qualifier between Belgium and…

[theaucaramel]

yoooo ! J'ai trouvé ce "script" ( en guillemets parce que c'est plus un détail de ce que je voulais écrire..) est ce que je devrais développer cette idée ou pas 🤔 ? Parce que, ça me plaît beaucoup mais ma motivation 😞...

(Tout le "script" est en bas !)

N.1 : goretzka et hernandez

Idées pour le titre :

-Bouge pas, chérie reste un peu

- Parce que t'es mon étoile

- Tu est mon monde

-Trouve-moi ( Et ne pars pas.)

-Bad Habit

- Im a Fool (For u)

- Meine Lieblingsmann.

-Liebe.

--

TITRE FINAL : MEINE LIEBLINGSMANN💞

À poster sur : Wattpad, ao3 ?

Synopsis: amour. /nom.masc/

Sentiment vif qui pousse à aimer (qqn), à vouloir du bien, à aider en s'identifiant plus ou moins.

En le regardant, en l'écoutant, en lui parlant, Lucas se rend compte qu'un sentiment complexe s'est installé entre lui et son meilleur ami, Leon. Seulement, l'autre ne l'aime pas, il en est sûr mais, comment savoir ?

C'est l'histoire d'un amour florissant entre 2 personnes qui n'ont pourtant pas l'impression de pouvoir s'aimer.

Personnes : leon goretzka , lucas hernandez, benjamin pavard,leroy sané, joshua kimmich ,théo hernandez

chapitres : 10~15 ou one shot ?

IDÉES 💡 (début):

Lucas se rend compte qu'il sent quelque chose vis à vis de Leon, de plus, il passe beaucoup de temps ensemble et Leon est bien plus tactile avec lui qu'il ne l'est avec les autres ( Il n'hésite pas à faire beaucoup d'étreintes,des caresses par-ci par-là.... ).

Lucas va essayer tant bien que mal de se distancer de Leon, car il ne veut pas que son intérêt soit percé à jour. Leurs amis communs , Leroy et Benjamin, se rendent comptes du changement soudain qu'à eu leur relation. Ils demandent à Leon, celui-ci ne sais pas pourquoi et ça l'inquiète, Ils demandent à Lucas,et ils ont leurs réponses: Le français est amoureux. Ils l'aideront à se confesser à Leon.

Un jour, l'équipe sort d'un match, dont ils sont ressortis vainqueur donc ils se changent dans les vestiaires, ils sont heureux etc.., les 2 derniers sont nos persos principaux. Leon se changeait quant il remarque que son ami est assis sur le banc à faire ces lacets, il en profite pour lui en toucher quelques mots à propos du comportement bizzare qu'à eu Lucas ces dernières semaines.Il s'assoit à côté et parle à Lucas, Leon lui dit qu'il peut tout lui dire et qu'il aimerait savoir pourquoi il se sont éloignés. Lucas décide alors de lui faire un bisou au coin de ses lèvres. Leon ne le repousse pas et reste figer tandis que Lucas à complètement détourner son regard et tremble,puis silence. Pendant de longues minutes aucun des 2 ne parles; Puis Leon se lève pour finir de se changer, Lucas le regarde faire et pleure malgré lui avant de quitter le vestiaire, le cœur secoué. Leon ne le rattrape pas.

Du côté de Lucas, ses 2 amis(Benji et Leroy) s'attendant à le retrouver heureux sont confus quand il le retrouve chamboulé: Il en déduisent alors que Leon n'aime pas Lucas (c'est faux hein).

Du côté de Leon, celui-ci se questionne: pourquoi il ne l'a pas repoussé ? pourquoi il n'a pas réagi ? depuis quand est-ce que Lucas éprouve ces sentiments ? Et surtout aurais-t-il un sentiment naissant envers le français ?

Il se sentit mal de ne pas avoir réagi et de laisser Lucas partir en pleurs. Un froid s'installe donc.

IDÉES 💡 (millieu):

Les jours aux clubs passaient,Lucas et Leon ne s'addresaient pas la parole,l'un avec le cœur blessé et l'autre, indécis. Une fête fut organisée le jour de l'an, tout le monde fut invité. Lucas voulait à tout prix oublier sa douleur donc il décide de boire(beaucoup lol)Et s'amuse énormément quant à Leon, lui n'a pas le cœur à s'amuser mais voir son français préféré sourire depuis longtemps lui fit chaud au cœur. Joshua fait alors son apparition et décide de tenir compagnie à Leon,voyant cela Lucas bois encore PLUS. La fête finit et Lucas est totalement W.A.S.T.E.D, il ne peut pas rentrer chez lui et Leon se porte volontaire pour le ramener.

(Il faut savoir que Lucas ne sais pas du tout qui l'accompagne.)

Lucas part avec Leon et il n'arrête pas de murmurer à quel point il aime Leon. Celui-ci se rend compte doucement de quelque chose...Arrivés chez Lucas, Leon le fait coucher dans ça chambre, même endormi, Lucas n'arrête pas de murmurer des mots d'amour vis à vis de Leon. Leon regarde le français endormi et lui fait un bisou sur le front avant de s'en aller, quelque chose était certain, il semblerait que Leon savait comment il se sentais après ce soir.

Le lendemain matin,Lucas se réveille avec un mal de tête et ce souvient peu à peu des événements de la veille.Il se souviendra même du bisou sur le front ; problème : Qui-est ce qui la emmené ? Il devra attendre le jour d'après,il demandera à ses coéquipiers et obtiendra sa réponse via Joshua,c'était Leon. Il sait qu'il à probablement fait une douille mais il sait aussi que le bisou vient de l'allemand: ça le mettra dans tous les états, avait-il une chance ..infime soit-elle ? Suite à ça , les 2 vont se reparler doucement mais sûrement.

Quelques matchs amicaux commencent et une petite tendance s'installe dans l'équipe : Les gages.Lors d'un match, c'est au tour de Lucas d'avoir un gage, si ils perdent,Lucas devra chanter aussi fort qu'il le peut une chanson très embarrassante (du style…"Tu veux mon zizi ? Oui, oui ,oui…", TMTC..) et si ils gagnent , il devra embrasser quelqu'un choisi par l'équipe pendant au moins 30sec.

Ducoups ils gagnent et l'équipe choisi Benji. Même si les gages font rire à Leon, celui-ci se sentira..mal quand il à vu les deux s'embrasser .Pourtant, Leon et Lucas arrivent à retrouver leur ancienne proximité et leurs sentiments envers l'un et l'autre sont réciproques. Mais il y a quelqu'un qui n'aime pas ce rapprochement soudain , vous l'aurez devinez : Joshua. Les jours passent et le rapprochement est évident, Joshua a décidé de faire quelque chose à propos de ça . Après un entraînement,Leon se dirige vers le vestiaire et Joshua aussi.Entré, Leon le remarque et essaie de parler avec lui, il remarque aussi une lueur étrange qui scintille dans ses yeux et soudainement : KABEDON !!!

(plus sérieusement..)

Il se retrouve plaqué au dos d'un casier par Joshua. Joshua le regarde avec insistance et se confesse finalement sauf que Leon est gêné car il ne l'aime pas et donc.... Joshua l'embrasse de force et laisse ses mains se balader autour du corps de Leon.

(warning!! Faire un avertissement début du chap car le non-con c'est très mauvais !!)

Leon n'aime pas du tout ça et repousse violemment Joshua; Une tension s'installera entre les 2 puis Leon sortira du vestiaire énervé et surtout blessé. Quant à Lucas il sera plus tard visité par Joshua, qui lui dira des choses méchantes et très blessantes à Lucas, il dira également que lui et Leon sont ensembles.

Joshua menacera Lucas, lui dira de ne plus s'approcher de Leon. L'espoir qu'avait Lucas s'effacera et cette fois ci, les propos de Joshua l'ont totalement détruit, il n'approchera plus Leon (:/). Lucas ne se sent vraiment pas bien et demande si il pourrait prendre 1sem de repos, ce que le coach accepte. Lucas décide alors de partir à Paris.

IDÉES 💡 (fin)

Leon est perdu. Lucas le manque et ça se voit, il part voir ses amis et leur raconte ce qui c'est passé avec Joshua et surtout que lui aussi il aime l'autre. Il ne comprend pourquoi il ne veux répondre à ces appels ou ses textos,ça le ronge de l'intérieur. Leroy le propose de partir à Paris pour pouvoir régler les choses, ce qu'il pourra faire grâce à l'aide du coach et ses 2 amigos.

Lucas se sent misérable,il ne mange pas trop, ne dort pas trop, ne souris plus trop, son frère,Théo, essaie de l'aider à aller mieux et il y arrive plutôt bien. Cependant quelque chose chamboule son train de vie.

Un jour, alors que lui et Théo parle d'une histoire farfelue, quelqu'un toque chez Lucas. Théo vas ouvrir et fronce les sourcils : C'est Leon. Théo est fâché,évidemment, c'est lui qui à blessé son grand frère. Leon lui explique qu'il voudrait vraiment parler avec Lucas, lui supplie. Après quelques minutes et un "c'est qui ?" De Lucas,Théo le laisse entrer mais lui fait une menace toute gentille...Disons qu'il n'a pas intérêt à encore blessé Lucas..

Théo dit à Lucas, qu'il part pour un petit moment et qu'un invité l'attend. Sur ça, Théo pars.

Leon apparaît et les 2 se regardent. Leon à mal au cœur quant il voit les cernes notables et l'air triste de son français préféré. Lucas détourne les yeux assez rapidement. Leon s'assoit à côté de lui et demande à Lucas de le regarder. Leon soupire car il ne veut pas,il promet à Lucas de ne pas lui mentir, il raconte seulement ce qui c'est passé avec Joshua, ce qui arrache un petit soupire à Lucas, qui se retourne enfin. Il demandera si lui et Joshua sont en couple , car il est confus. Leon répond que non, il ne l'a jamais été et il demande à Lucas , si Joshua lui à dit des choses. Lucas ne répond pas,et des larmes tombent encore une fois ; Leon le prend directement dans ses bras, lui chuchote des mots réconfortants. Puis tout s'arrête et Lucas serre Leon en lui disant tout ce que lui à dit Joshua. Leon devient de plus en plus agacé, s' il croisait Joshua, ils allaient avoir une petite discussion.. Leon déverse une marée d'excuses envers Lucas, celui-ci l'enlace encore une fois en lui disant que ce n'est pas grave. Ils décideront de se changer les idées en regardant un film.

Plus tard,Théo viendra pour voir comment Lucas va et trouvera à la place Leon et Lucas endormis l'un sur l'autre, il décidera que tout est bon et partira pour laisser les 2 (futurs) amoureux ensembles.

Le lendemain, Leon se réveille en premier et tente de partir, mais Lucas le retient et lui demande de rester avec lui. Léon, ne pouvant dire non à son français préféré, reste. Alors pendant le reste de la semaine, les deux resteront ensembles, et vendredi, ils seront à Paris et ils passeront le reste de la journée là-bas et le soir ils partiront dans un grand huit.(qui montre l'entièreté de Paris) Alors que l'attraction s'arrête un moment pour montrer la belle Tour Eiffel,Leon regardera Lucas, en souriant; Lucas sourira aussi et lui demandera "qu'est-ce qu'il y à ? :)". Suite à ça, Leon déposera doucement un bisou au coin des lèvres de Lucas et se reculera pour lui dire :"Je t'aime.". Lucas sourit et embrassa Leon avec tout son amour et lui dit "Moi encore plus. ". Ils se tiendront la main devant la Tour Eiffel éclairée.

Leon murmure : "Du bist meine lieblingsmann.."

Et Lucas répondra avec : "Auch bist du.."

(merci au LV2 Allemand que je suis presque en train d'oublier 🥲👍🏾)

Et......FIN DU LIVRE 🤗😌

+ addition du chapitre spécial !!

(Théo Hernandez/Adrien Rabiot)

[oh-saints]

Would you write a fluffy imagine for Benji Pavard? Like having a little french session and he kisses reader after they get something right? <3

ahjjsskdkl 🤯🤯🤯 oh to be taught by ben.........

but hope you like it nonny! <3

lesson

French is notorious for being a hard language to master and knowing this, your boyfriend is more than happy to provide an extra motivation for you…

benjamin pavard x you

tw: google-translated French words so pls cmiiw

wc: 0.8k

note: this was fun to write but also the hardest bcs I’ve forgotten the French lessons I had during high school. damn, so old. but anyway, I happen to write this during my layover so this is not yet beta-read.

request still open until tonight & you can submit them here!

it was a rather slow day for ben.

having won another Bundesliga trophy, thomas tuchel granted his players a cut to their slacks for this entire day—knowing his players must’ve celebrated wildly at their favourite local pub till the wee hours in the morning—before continuing another rigorous session tomorrow.

so ben decided to surprise you at home with some of the pastry delicacies you’d come to love from his favourite bakery—which was rather hard, finding an authentic French bakery in munich—and your favourite tub of ice cream. your choice of hangover remedy was odd, he found at first, but now he couldn’t ask for anything else to cure his buzzing head.

ben was expecting you to be sprawled in your working station—which happened to be the coffee table in the living room—with sheets and papers and numbers all over the place, as usual, so he was the one getting surprised at the only sight of your laptop and your hair was not tied in a pucca bun. the latter would’ve meant you were dealing your work with stress and that would’ve been something he could take on well by now.

“gauche means left…” you spoke to yourself as you jotted down the meaning. “droit means right… so that means c'est à gauche du four?” (it’s to the left of the oven)

“c’est à côté de four sounds better, no?” (it’s next to the oven)

you were startled at ben’s voice, the owner placing down his shopping bag at the kitchen island. you panicked instantly—not because you thought it could be somebody else, but that would mean ben just found out about your little secret. the one that you’d been working on since you started dating him six months ago.

“ben!” you jumped to your feet, albeit standing awkwardly because you weren’t ready to reveal the reason why you were enrolling yourself to a French lesson. “I don’t know you’re coming home early.”

“coach dismissed us early,” ben chuckled at your weird stance, noticing your nerves, so instead of getting his usual welcoming embrace from you, he was the one who pulled you to his arms. “too many of his players left their heads at the club.”

fuck your initial thoughts, your mind was being taken over by your favourite scent—ben after showering with a bit of his perfume spray—and your favourite kind of warmth exuding from your boyfriend’s body. naturally, you hugged him back, your hands trying to reach one another at ben’s back.

“never thought you’re picking up French, ma chérie,” he placed a well-positioned kiss on the crown of your head. “tu t’en sors?” (how are you managing?)

“pas trop, non,” not really, you replied and ben smiled wider, despite you not being able to see them. for someone who was previously confused about left and right, you were doing better than average in accent and simple phrases like this. “can you help me out?”

“thought you’d never ask,” and when you flashed him those eyes that reminded him of a lost puppy, he was a goner. he didn’t think he could ever say no to that, so cute he could die. instead of dying, though, he kissed your lips. “what topic are we covering today?”

“I’m having troubles with directions...” you said sheepishly as you sat back down, him following suit. “you know I’m generally not good with them too.”

ben laughed because you were right. you and maps shouldn’t belong in the same room without assistance. but he pecked your cheeks anyway. “but I’m already proud of you figuring out how this whole feminine and masculine thing, just so you know, okay?”

a praise from the native certainly uplifted your mood again. you were on the verge of breaking down before ben stepped into the house because god damn, that was difficult. if you weren’t planning on giving him a surprise for their 1st anniversary, you would’ve given up.

but later, you realised that it was rather ben’s preferred method of teaching. he never scolded you if you got any of the pronunciations or the articles wrong, he just corrected you gently. whenever you nailed a difficult word, you’d always get praises from him. and whenever you figured out a sentence on your own, your boyfriend would always add a kiss at the end of his praise.

“bien joué, ma chérie!” well done, my love and followed by a peck, was the most common form of his praise.

but there was also times when he was truly blooming in joy and proud as you aced a more complicated sentence, both by structure and by grammar, on top of not getting confused between left and right. that was when he slipped in a longer sentence because he knew you love his kisses so much, anywhere everywhere.

“félicitations, mon amour,” he whispered after giving you a longer, deeper, more deserving kiss before diving in again for another peck. “tu l’as bien mérité.” (congratulations, my love. you deserve it.)

you really should’ve asked for his tutelage in the first place instead of subscribing to duolingo if this was what you’d get every French lesson.

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[footballxixstars]

Camping • Benjamin Pavard

“Are you sure we’ve got everything?” You questioned Benjamin for the thousandth time. You were near enough at the campsite so it would be too late to turn around, actually, it’s never too late to turn around but it would be really inconvenient to turn around now. You’d rather just keep on going and trust yourself that you packed everything.

“Yes. I checked then I double-checked. I even tripled checked. Even quadruple checked. I don’t know what comes after that but I did that too,” Benjamin said to you. You just nodded your head but it didn’t do anything to ease your worry though because you couldn’t help but think that you were missing something important. You had no idea what but you felt like something would be missing but you get that feeling every time that you go away and usually, you never miss anything. Anything majorly important anyway so it should be fine.

“Here we are,” He said, pulling up to the campsite. Looking around you saw that there weren’t many tents around which was actually surprising considering you thought that there would be quite a few tents with people around. Not that you were complaining but you did think that it was a little strange not a lot of people were around right now. It was currently the holidays and you thought that a lot of families would be going camping together. Is it not a popular thing anymore? Or maybe this isn’t a popular destination that people like to go to. You have no idea. Ben was the one that organised this whole trip so you wouldn’t be surprised if he picked a place he knew that was quiet and not a lot of people go to. It was a really nice place though so you couldn’t tell why it wouldn’t be a popular place but it must be.

Getting out of the car felt nice because you could finally stretch your legs and walk around. It wasn’t necessarily a long drive but still, it felt nice to stretch your legs a little bit since cars are really uncomfortable to sit in no matter the length of the journey. You can’t deny it though standing up after sitting down in the car for a while always feels nice.

“Shall we set up?” You questioned Ben wanting to get all of this set up now rather than later. You know later you won’t want to put any of it up although you’ll have to so it’ll be better to just get it done and out of the way. Ben was the one that put everything in the car therefore he should be the one to know where everything is because he should’ve organised it to make sure that it all fits considering that there was a lot of stuff which was needed.

“Uh, yeah,” He replied, opening up the boot of the car which was filled with everything that was needed for camping plus a bunch of random things that would keep you entertained for the time that you are away. Benjamin definitely just threw everything in there when he put it all in the stuff not wanting to organise it or make it all fit properly at all. Maybe you should’ve done all that whilst he sorted out the stuff that you had to do before you left. At least if you put it all in the car it wouldn’t have fallen out as soon as you opened the boot. He went through all of the stuff, a few things falling out of the boot as he rummaged through it all trying to find the tent. The one thing that is the most important when camping he can’t find. Oh god, you haven’t left the tent at home have you?

“Here it is,” He said, pulling the tent out of the car with a bunch of other things that you started to put back whilst he emptied out the tent stuff onto the floor. In his words ‘he needed to see what they had included and where the instructions were because he can’t see it inside the bag’. There were a lot of things that came with the tent. A lot of poles. Why so many? With everything on the floor, it looks so much more difficult than it does in the picture. Ben saw the instructions lying on the grass so he picked them up and started to flick through them trying to find the French section of it so he could read through it to help put up the tent. Why couldn’t you just buy a pop up one? They’re easy to put up.

“Right, how do we put up a tent?” Benjamin asked you as he was flipping through the instructions that came with the tent. He kept flipping back and forth through it with a really confused look on his face. Was none of the instructions in any language he understood or something?

“You’re the one with the instructions,” You stated pointing to the paper that was currently in his hands.

“I can’t read them,” Ben stated, passing it to you to read through.

“It’s in pictures so you don’t read it, you copy what they are doing in the pictures,” You stated. All he did was shrug his shoulders like he didn’t understand the pictures either and to be fair the pictures were confusing because there were so many lines also it didn’t tell you what order the pictures go in so you also have to work that out. Also, you’re pretty sure that in the instructions it’s meant to tell you what each pole is which helps it all go together but with these instructions they don’t even do that. You and Benjamin can work out how to put the tent up together. Hopefully anyway you don’t want to buy another tent and have to figure that out.

It took a while and a whole lot of teamwork but eventually, the tent was up and standing with no help or extra support from you or Ben. You didn’t know how stable the tent is though and how long it will last especially if a lot of wind or rain comes but it is standing and the pegs in the floor look well in so the tent shouldn’t fly away. Does the waterproof covering work? Well, that is a completely different story. The app on your phone said that it was meant to be really sunny over the next few days anyway so hopefully that was telling the truth and the tent will be fine. Only time will tell.

The rest of the day passed with you and Ben sorting everything out and actually organising the boot in some way so you could grab the things that you would need more frequently easily instead of having to search through everything every single time you want something. Once you sorted out all of the stuff you and Ben decided to go around the area and check it all out. You wanted to look for the good spots and tracks for hiking so you knew where to go as well as checking out the town nearby which had some pubs, restaurants and shops for other things to do and places to go whilst you’re here. Before you knew it the sun was setting and it was getting later and later. Both you and Ben wanted a full day to do activities and start it early so you decided that it would be best to go to bed early so you can have that early morning tomorrow.

“It’s cold,” Benjamin whined a few hours later as he kept moving around trying to find some sort of warmth. You weren’t going to get any sleep if Ben keeps this up. You need to find a way to warm him up and get him to stop moving. Sighing you opened your sleeping bag and moved to open his own as well before trying to connect them together. Even though it was dark you could tell that Ben’s eyes were on you and were curious to see what you were doing.

“Come here,” You stated opening up your arms so Ben could come closer and cuddle into you to hopefully warm himself up a little bit so he stops complaining and actually goes to sleep. Somehow you managed to connect both of your sleeping bags together so you and Ben can actually cuddle and still have enough room. The two of you being in the same sleeping bag probably would’ve felt quite claustrophobic since you barely get enough room in them for one person let alone two. As soon as Ben got close enough to you he wrapped his arms around you and you could feel how cold he actually was. So he wasn’t lying to just get closer to you he was actually cold. Hopefully, you can warm him up a little bit.

He placed his arm around your waist pulling you in as close as he possibly could leaving no space between the both of you. So close that you were near enough lying on top of him. At least he won’t be cold anymore. His hand was placed on your hip tracing random shapes before grabbing your hip tightly so you can’t move anywhere else. Holding it tight enough to bruise not that you cared though. Through the dark, you could see how his eyes were still firmly on you. You’re sure that you saw some sort of hunger and desire in them too but because of how dark it was you couldn’t be exactly sure. Slowly he leaned in and pressed his lips and instantly you kissed him back. Quickly the kiss turned hungry and possessive, his tongue near enough forcing itself into your mouth. Not that you minded. Your hands moved up his back to his neck before getting tangled in his curly hair. You gripped it tightly causing a groan to leave his lips and you continued to kiss for a while longer before he decided to pull away, biting your lip and pulling on that slightly as he did so. This caused a slight moan to leave your lips before slowly blinking your eyes open. His lips were red, a little bit swollen and covered in spit/saliva as well but you didn’t get to look at them for long before he leaned in again but not going for your lips this time. You probably looked just as wrecked as he was probably even worse.

“Ben,” You moaned as he attacked your neck with his lips and teeth. You were trying to be as quiet as possible because although it was a quiet location with not a lot of people around, tents are not soundproof at all so if you’re loud someone is bound to hear you. You’d rather not have a complete stranger hear your intimate moments so you had to find a way to keep yourself quiet or just not make any loud noises and if placing a hand over or even in your mouth to do then you’ll do that. He kept kissing your neck making sure not to make any marks just because he knows that you won’t be able to hide them and he knows how you don’t like people seeing them. It would never stop him kissing around your neck though. Ben knew the exact spot that your sweet spot was located and he knew the exact reaction you would have to it as well so he made sure to keep going back to that spot and attack it. Since he was doing that you couldn’t help the little gasps and small moans that were leaving your mouth although you tried to make sure that they were as quiet as possible.

“That’s enough for now,” Ben said, pulling his head away from your sensitive neck and moving you off of him so now you were laying next to him.

“Benjamin Jacques Marcel Pavard,” You whined as he pulled away from you. Winding you up to the point where you just want to jump him but then decides he doesn’t want to go any further. Ben doesn’t want to continue which you respect doesn’t mean that you’re not frustrated over it. You could feel the wetness in between your thighs showing how much Ben is affecting you. You wanted to continue and have sex with Ben but he clearly didn’t and to be fair to Ben it was probably the right decision not to take this any further. Not that it makes this any better.

“Yes,” He replied innocently.

“Prick,” Was all you stated before turning around so you were no longer facing him. You heard him let out a breathy chuckle before he placed his arm over your waist pulling you into a hug. You placed your hand on his arm before properly relaxing in his arms. He kissed the back of your head before you felt him relax against you obviously now going to sleep since he was now warm and comfortable. He could finally go to sleep and you allowed yourself to go to sleep as well. You have the rest of the camping trip to get Ben back for that little stunt so you can allow yourself to go to sleep and not think about it.

MASTERLIST | MORE PAVARD

[dontexpectmuch]

Late night cuddles with Benjamin Pavard<3333

“you know,” you start, hand going through benjamins hair, his head placed on your chest as he lays on top of you, even though he was taller than you.

he hummed as a response, meaning that he was listening to you. he just felt too comfortable to open his eyes or sit up, your warmth lulling him to sleep. training was harder than usually today and as soon as he was done, benjamin made it his sole mission to come back to you as soon as possible, wanting to be held and loved, just the way he liked.

“if someone were ever to ask me to describe what a french guy looks like, you know, like, typically french, i’d show them a picture of you.” you giggled quietly.

“mais mon ange,” benjamin starts up, voice cracking as he puts his head up to look at you, even though the room was dark, eyebrows pulled together, “je ne comprends pas, how do you even think of this, really.” he felt tired, he just wanted to sleep, but knowing you, you’d of course say such thing, out of the blue just like you always did.

as his tiredness got the best of him, he puts his hand back on your chest, face nuzzling into it a bit more and hands resting on your side as his fingers draw lazy shapes on your clothed skin.

“i was talking with my friend about nationalities and all that,” you explain, hand now lightly scratching his back, just like how he wants it, “and when we spoke of france and french people, it, i don’t even know, the realization hit.” the smirk on your lips just wouldn’t go away and you tried your best not to laugh.

“ça ne m'étonne pas.” he quietly mumbles, so quiet that you didn’t hear what he said.

“can you repeat that, love?” you ask him, your other head now massaging his scalp.

“Bonne nuit mon ange. allons dormir.” he whispers, lifting his head to kiss your neck good night and then going back to his previous position.

“we will talk about this tomorrow, though.”

to that he only hums as a response, leaving you with a satisfied smile on your lips.

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that talk about nationalities and pavard being the perfect example for a french dude actually happened :)

[emwritesfootball]

Stretch Mark Insecurity | Benjamin Pavard

Hey i just saw your requests are open!! Could you do a fluff with pavard (I love him so much🥰❤️). Maybe one were the reader is insecure? Perhaps about her stretch marks and he reassures her that he loves her no matter what ( you can choose something else about insecurities if you want!)

Warnings: a little more angst than intended but I hope you enjoy

A/N: thank you for the request, frenchgirlinlondon x

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You stepped out of the shower, sighing in disgust as you caught sight of your stretch marks in the mirror. You quickly dried yourself off, reaching for your stretch mark cream. “What are you doing?” Came Benjamin’s voice, making you gasp.

“Just my after-shower routine,” you reply defensively, covering yourself with your towel.

“Chérie, you know you don’t have to hide your body from me.” A hurt expression crosses Benjamin’s face and you can’t help feeling a little badly that you’ve upset him.

“I know,” you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment so you could regain your composure. “It’s just… you look at me so lovingly when we’re having sex that I don’t want that to change when you see me like this.”

“Like what? Chérie, you always look beautiful.”

The pure confusion on Benjamin’s face makes your heart break even further, a pit of dread in your stomach. “You say that now, but you’ve only seen me naked in the dark.”

Desire flashes in his eyes at the mention of sex. “Yes, and I know every inch of your beautiful body. I already find you desirable and nothing is going to change that.”

Slowly, you open your towel to reveal the stretch marks that spiderweb over your skin. They’ve been a source of insecurity your whole life and no amount of beauty, love-yourself campaigns in the mainstream will make you feel better about them. “They’re ugly, I know,” you say, looking away so you don’t have to see the lust drain from his eyes.

“Chérie, look at me. Please.” Benjamin’s voice is barely a whisper. When you do, all you see is love in his eyes. “They’re not ugly; you’re not ugly.” Tears start to form at his words, relief lifting a massive weight off your shoulders as Benjamin reassures you that he still wants you. “I will always want you, Chérie. Always.”

“You say that now, but-”

“No,” Benjamin cuts you off. “I don’t know who told you that you weren’t beautiful, but whoever they were, they were wrong.” He reaches out, placing his hands gently on your hips as he traces over your skin and the stretch marks. “I love everything about you - never doubt that.”

“Benjamin, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Chérie. Just let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

You let Benjamin take your hand and lead you to the bedroom, resisting the urge to cover yourself. He lays down next to you after he undresses himself, his hands and mouth all over you. Benjamin whispers loving words to you as he traces over your stretch marks, worshipping your body without the protection of the dark. When he’s done, he holds you in his arms,

“Chérie, promise me that next time you’re feeling insecure, you’ll come to me so I can kiss it all better, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply, snuggling deeper against his chest, your insecurities gone for the time being.