#benjamin pavard x reader

[dontexpectmuch]

masterlist:

generally, my requests are always open, however i do not write any smut, please respect this rule. thank you for reading :)

jude bellingham

the first „i love you“ pt.2

relationship habits pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

gossip queen judeth

road-trip

skincare time

break up

kisses all over you

after an argument with your parents

partner in crime, apple to my pie

silent treatment

dating someone that’s older pt.2

late night work

stay at home nurse

first snow

couple’s tattoo

sick judeth

moving on pt.2

a crush that isn’t you

after practice things

clingy judeth pt.2

sleep struggles

your own family

himbo bee eff

tea time

make out sesh

annoying jude

barbie time

sleepy s/o

bio lesson

kpop concert

rollercoaster

boba date

fair games

touches w jude

dance class

so sick

lego bouquet

exams

jungkook

calvin klein ad

jobes match

la liga campeones

f1 baddie

true crime

champions league winner

cooking buddy

lost in madrid - mini series

rúben dias

neighbors part two

flo wirtz

general hc

first loss

jamal musiala

couple’s yoga

clingy jamal

attending his game

crushing on each other but not being able to confess pt.2

dating someone that’s older

long distance relationship

studying for an exam

catching feelings

confessions

pedri gonzalez

meeting the family

cheater

pablo gavira

liking his arms

others

benjamin pavard - late night cuddles

benjamin pavard - late night dancing

erling haaland - relationship habits

mason mount - relationship habits

[greedyhoneyz]

Paradise Kiss

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: benjamin pavard x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: summer fun with the girl of his dreams.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. brief slapping.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: used google translate. some of the translations have me like 🥴 so please don’t drag me im trying. i seriously need to get better at describing kissing and romance in itself. didnt proofread.

Underneath the sweltering sun, primrose sand stretched out alongside the shore. It gleamed golden as the sea-blue tide glistened and twinkled along waves rolling in and out in rhythm as steady as a thumping heart.

The beach had welcomed Benjamin and (name) a day before when the sand was damp and the sea had churned to become a deep inky blue. However, as the evening sun settled beneath the horizon, welcoming night, the early morning sun brought a day of sunlight and hot spells. The beach, once desolate, invited its guests and residents along the coast to its clear waters and granular land.

The sand looked clean like sugar spread out for miles as it squished between Benjamin’s and (name’s) toes. Hand in hand, the couple trudged along the beach, a cluster of their belongings hooked underneath Benjamin’s arm.

The warm air was moist and humid; waves crashed quietly against the shore, dampening the beach surface with artefacts of sea shells– the beach house had long vanished into the distance.

It was clear outside and not a cloud lingered in the sky.

Music, loud chatter, the shrieking screams of children playing in the ocean, and the squalls of seagulls hovered above lurked in the air as (name) and Benjamin entered the swarm.

The essence of human life brightened the beach; people accustomed themselves to the toasty sand beneath their feet and the spirited ocean or rested beneath beach parasols and chairs, away from the scorching sun.

Benjamin drew his foot across the sand, scoring a line, and wrestled with the parasol perched into the sand. He decorated their claimed space with beach towels and the rest of their belongings whilst (name) watched, a portable fan held to her face.

“Voila!” Benjamin exclaimed, producing their newly decorated seats. He helped (name) to the floor, beneath the shade and settled beside her. 

He studied her quietly, his eyes closely daring to her hands and the restful expression worn across her face as she forced her fan into his hand. “Tenez ça.” (Hold this.)

Rummaging through her beach bag, (name) fiddled through her belongings, pooling whatever she caught into her lap. 

She turned to Benjamin with a smile and flapped her fingers, urging him closer. 

He leaned in, squeezing his eyes shut as her full lips pulled together to form a pucker. He shuddered at the gentle wind that puffed out through her nostrils, bristling against the hairs on the top of his lip. He smiled meekly, his lips trembled, and slowly brought his forehead to hers.

They settled into a bubble of silence, the beach sounds muted beneath the gentle winds as (name) lathered her hands together, a mischievous smirk quirked at the corners of her mouth.

She caught Benjamin by surprise as her hand rose to blemish his cheek, smearing him with sunscreen. The force she exerted was so strong, it sent his head flying, along with splatters of white.

(name) burst into a fit of giggles, hobbling onto her knees. She hovered above Benjamin who lay awestruck on his beach towel, grinning maniacally, and crept her hands to his face. “Vous avez oublié de mettre de la crème solaire sur votre visage.” (You forgot to put sunscreen on your face.)

Dampening her hands, (name) worked her fingers along his face as Benjamin lay still beneath her, a hand on his swollen cheek. 

His awestruck gaze bored into her face whilst her fingers gently motioned across his forehead and chin. 

“Ah, c'est très bien.” (This is nice) Benjamin mewled quietly. He shut his eyes and blew a blissful breath between his lips. 

“It’s nice for you,” (name) retorted sharply, dropping her hands. She hobbled away from Benjamin, laying back on her beach towel, and threw her sunscreen to him. “My turn.”

Slowly opening an eyelid, Benjamin turned his gaze to (name) as she settled herself beneath their beach umbrella. She laid on her stomach, crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hands, waiting. 

Benjamin sat up leisurely and picked up the bottle, beginning to quietly lather his hands. 

Perched on his knees, his figure casting a dark shadow over (name) as he brought his hands down to her back. Benjamin smoothed his hands across her skin, sculpting the lotion into her curves and along her thighs. 

“Je suis bon pour ça, n'est-ce pas?” (I’m good at this, aren’t I?) Benjamin mused as (name) rolled onto her back. He rubbed her stomach tenderly and ran his palms up along her collarbones and neck.

“Oui, tu as des mains douces.” (Yes, you have gentle hands.) (name) hummed, shaking her head. She flashed a smile at Benjamin and blew a relief breath whilst he worked down her figure. He rubbed along her legs, applying extra care to her thighs before wiping his hands clean on his swim trunks.

Plopping flat beside (name), Benjamin closed his eyes, tucking his arms behind his head, and tuned to the heartful chatter and screams around him. Beneath the dark, shadow cast by their pergola, stillness came as the wind suddenly quelled, and a torrid wave of heat pervaded the shore.

Benjamin peeled his eyelids open, briefly glimpsing at the pergola above him and quickly stood to his feet. He fixed his swim trunks and gently called to (name) as she scrolled through her phone. “Ma douce,” (My sweet,) He cooed, his foot lightly pushing her beach bag aside. “Je vais nager, viens avec moi.” (I’m going to swim, come with me.)

“No. I want to stay here.” (name) cried playfully. 

“Porqoui?” Benjamin frowned. He shifted his weight on his left leg and propped his hands on his waist, furrowing his brows together. 

(name) shrugged, setting her phone on her chest. “Il fait trop chaud pour bouger.” (It's too hot to move.)

“Donc? L’eau va vous rafraîchir.” (So? The water will cool you down.)

“Help me up then.” (name) held her arms up and nodded for Benjamin to come closer. He shuffled towards her, crouched to his knees and curled his arms beneath her armpits, hoisting her up onto her feet. 

“Thanks.” (name) muffled. She placed a kiss on the corner of Benjamin’s lips and fixed her bikini bottoms. 

Hand in hand, both Benjamin and (name) sauntered through the golden grains of sand towards the ocean. The small crystals of sand that cushioned their toes, lay damp beneath the white foamed waves that gently broke at the shoreline. 

The ocean was like a gentle blanket of brochure-blue, its horizon edged with a golden tint as it stretched along the horizon, and mingled with the silk sky.

Dipping into the ocean, Benjamin swam thoroughly through the water with (name) tightly hooked to his chest. He submerged deeper and deeper as the ocean reflected an emerald green and gawked in awe as (name) broke free. She glided forward, kicking her feet, and speedily twirled to Benjamin. She waved at him and managed to express a cheeky grin beneath her puff cheeks before swimming off to the abyss. 

Benjamin tailed after her, crawling through the abyss as (name) twirled and spun around her. She toyed with him, swimming below him, tugging at his legs before he snagged her in a smooth attempt, and luged them both to the surface. Breaking through the rollers of gem-blue waves, the two fought for grasps of air. 

Benjamin exhaled heavily and whipped his hands through his drenched locks as (name) reclined herself in her surroundings. He gaped at her and wadded towards him, her swiftful movements caught her attention. 

She jeered her head to him and beamed from ear to ear at the awe-struck look in his eyes. 

Not a word was muttered as Benjamin held his hands to her face, and slowly leaned in. His nose bristled against hers, their foreheads lightly tapped each other as his lips moved to take claim. He kissed her tenderly, his hands cupping the sides of her face and moaned euphorically as she shifted her lips in battle with him, luring him closer.

The beach horizon was a hook of gold that twinkled behind the gentle ripples of the ocean and stood muffed beneath the song of the waves. It glistened at a distance and watched fleetingly as both Benjamin and (name) floated away from the shore, hazed by their love and compassion.

[sadhornyygirl]

Materialist

Slashers

Michael Myers

pathetic

bully

public

overstimulation

the masked stranger

Jason Voorhees

jump

Thomas Hewitt

Oral Sex

Billy Loomis

god...yes

faster darling

doggystyle

jealous

I want to cum inside you

scream

porn

Stu Macher

chocking

GUNS N ROSES

Izzy Stradlin

sex car

squirt

threesome (feat. Julian Casablancas)

taking care of him

Duff Mckagan

puppy love

Football

Benjamin Pavard

home

AHS

Michael Langdon

mess

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[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.

[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.”

[marlenelyra]

Just something really really fluffy for Benjamin Pavard<33

B. Pavard- Red Card

Fluff

An: I swear my whole writing consist of waking up and cuddling. Also this isn’t so fluffy so I will write another one but I just wanted to get this imagine out here

Benjamin woke up in a hotel room, to his stupid alarm going of, a head resting on his bare torso. Today was a really important match. Better said: Championsleague match,

Bayern vs Paris-Saint Germain.

That’s why he was sleeping in a hotel room. He was in middle of Paris. He groaned thinking of the match as he rubbed his forehead he didn’t wanna go and of course was he grateful to be a part of the starting 11 but he really liked the idea of having you, his girlfriend, in his arms, only there for him for the rest of the day. Savouring the moment for a short time, inhaling your perfume, the smell of home. Since his whole family was living in France he didn’t really have anybody in Germany, except for his teammates, but sometimes that wasn’t enough, that was until he met you. The first time he had laid eyes on you was at a club where you were working as a bartender. From the moment he had seen you, he knew it was you. The girl that brought the feeling of home to him, that was always there for him. The girl he loved more than anything. You.

His phone buzzing again reminding him to get up, ripped him out of his thoughts. Your head stirred on his chest since you had woken up from the alarm.

„You have to leave?“ your voice rang in his ears

„Yes. I am sorry mon amour“ „but we’ll see each other during the match“ you could hear his voice covered in his thick French accent. His hands brushed the hair out of your face as you prepped your head up kissing his lips hard.

„I love you“ Even tho you didn’t want him to leave, you rolled yourself of him as he got out of bed. He changed his clothes as you watched him closely not once averting your gaze.

„Like what you see“ he asked amused

„Oh shut up“ you let your head fall back onto your pillow.

„take care, please Benji“ you looked at him

„i will, i love you, bye baby“ he answered as he left your room

You rolled over in bed falling asleep again.

-

You sat at the match in Paris your eyes following your boyfriend with the number 5 and last name Pavard on the back. He already had received a yellow after fouling Neymar, that meant another yellow card, he would get send of the pitch. So when Benjamin ran up to Messi to defend Bayerns goal, you knew this wouldn’t end well. Benjis leg slipping between Messis without touching the ball. That was another foul. The referees whistle was blown as he held up a yellow card a red card following. It was nearly the end of the game so it wasn’t that bad but still worry flashed your face as soon as you saw the referees decision sending Benjamin off the pitch. Your boyfriend walked disappointed off the pitch leaving his team behind. His figure leaving inside the tunnels at the side of the field.

You immediately stood up walking down the stairs in Benjamins Direction. Slipping past the Security guys with a Vip pass, Benjamin had given you before the game, you searched for him. Walking through the tunnels arriving at a door that read <changing room guest> you slowly opened the door in hope of finding the curly headed boy. Your eyes scanning through the changing room, landing on a figure with their head in their hands. It was your boyfriend. You slowly walked up to him kneeling on your feet in front of him. Your hands rested on his carefully.

„Hey love“ you mutter quietly

His head perked up his eyes locking with yours. You could see the disappointment and sadness and maybe even anger written over his face.

„I fucked up, how could I let that happen, I was supposed to protect the goal not make it harder to defend since there are now only 10 players left“ he hissed his head tilting down again and eyes looking on the floor

You looked at him sadly. God how you hated seeing him like this.

„Hey mon amour, look at me please“ you took both of your hands so the side of his face making him look at you. You smiled

„you did exactly what you were supposed to do, you defended the goal, and psg was getting a bit to close, so you did what you had to do as a good defender“ „you did the right thing, believe me these people are so grateful to have you, you were amazing out there today“

„God you amaze me every time again, i am so fucking proud of you, i love you Benjamin Pavard“

He smiled weakly eyes fixated on yours. How the hell did he get with you. You are amazing, always there for him. He was so inlove with you. His hand reaching up covering yours on his face as he leaned forward capturing your lips in a passionately kiss. You pulled away his forehead resting against yours and your noses slightly brushing.

„Thank you, I love you too“ he whispered slightly smiling. your try to cheer him up, seeming as if it had worked

„By the way, I like the shirt“ he motioned to the red jersey Pavard on the back, that you wore

„Yeah me too, I like the name, maybe some day I won’t have to wear the Jersey anymore because the name is already mine“ you smiled

„Definitely, just you wait“ he laughed kissing you again. He was happy you were here, he didn’t think he would know what he would do without you.

Your little make out session didn’t lass long since Benjamins Teammates came into the room through the door. They were laughing and all cheering.

„You did great out there Benjamin“ one said

You looked at him giving him the told you so look

„I’ll wait outside“ you said leaving the room as he laughed looking after you.

Later he had gone back on to the field as the fans were cheering for him since he played so well today.

-

Even tho he still wasn’t 100% happy with the game today, he started to accept it. But with a lot of help by you with kisses and cuddles in your hotel room.

[miroslavcloset]

Hi I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are can I request praising head cannons (both NFSW and SFSW) for my baby Benji please 👉👈♥️

Benjamin Pavard praising reader -Imagine-

A/N: *high fives u bc I love praising as well* I was drinking hot milk in a mug and wearing a huge hoodie while writing this so, yup, super comfy. Thanks for your request, I LOVE the topic <3 Hope you like it!!!

It started as something organic in your relationship. Of course, he has eyes only for you, so giving you compliments was natural. Benjamin would love you could see yourself through his eyes, so in trying to do so, he highlights the things he loves about you that maybe you can't see in yourself.

"I love to see you becoming the best version of yourself." He replies as you rest your head against his shoulder and tell him how everything is going with your work. He knows it's been difficult for you so he praises you for every single one of your achievements.

One of the best parts of praising you is that he adores your blushing face, and how happy it makes you, so he is more than glad to keep giving you compliments and highlighting everything he loves about you.

You can expect texts from him trough the day with compliments of how you looked today, how pretty your hair looks, the way that hoodie makes you look adorable, and how bad it makes him want to hug you.

"I want to show you off to everyone. Is just that... Look at you, why are you so perfect?" He knew that sometimes you were not the best at receiving compliments, so he reassured you that is ok and as long as you feel good with them.

One thing he tends to do is give you a light pat on the head every time you share with him something you did, doesn't matter if huge or small, any achievement for you is one for him as well.

NSFW headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

The first time you gave him an oral it was a surprise for Benjamin, he likes to pleasure you first, so when you took the initiative, the reward was 100% worth the risk, because his moans were music to your ears and after finishing, he asks between ragged breaths as he caresses your cheeks "Who's my good girl?".

He loves telling you how much he adores your body, how perfect you look to him, and how he melts every time he sees you only in your underwear or without anything at all.

"I love the way you bend for me" He lowers himself to whisper in your ear as he slowly runs the open palm of his hand through the full length of your back. You're in one of his favorite positions, your face against the pillow and your ass raised so he has full access to you.

"You feel so good. Everything of you." His favorite part of praising you is doing it when you're most vulnerable, in a position where he and only he can see you, that part of you that is his property.

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course, I do) so thanks for reading! <3

[mariclerc]

masterlist ♡ football players

Antoine Griezmann (ag7)

blurbs!

More than friends

Fake it till you make it

[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?”

[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.

[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.

——————————

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

[applejuicefruit]

Hey! Maybe a little cute imagine with Benjamin Pavard? I know u actually don't write for him so please, if u don't feel comfortable, ignore me! :) <3

I’m actually writing for him! I have a few stories in the draft that I have to finish! Just let me know if you wanted something more specific <3

[sadhornyygirl]

Request [Surprising him at one of his games <3]

Benjamin Pavard x Reader

Home

Benjamin woke up in a hotel room, but he barely slept that night, today he had a very important match, there was the Champions League,

Bayern v Paris-Saint German

He was apprehensive about the game, but mostly thought he was there (842.0 km) or 8h 50 min away. Y/n

An amazing, sweet girl he had met last summer, the girl who changed his life.

From the moment he saw you, he knew it was you. The girl who brought him a sense of home, who was always there for him. The girl he loved more than anything. You.

The cell phone next to him vibrated, taking him out of the trance. “Good luck Mon amour <3”

He smiled at the message and replied. He would like you to see the game, but he was very busy with college, and he respects that.

You settle into the stands, your eyes instantly seek out the 5 on the field, and there he is, Pavard, your Pavard, hair messy and sweating.

The game was nervous, and you were biting your nails, you decided to surprise him by coming to your game, you knew he would need support, especially his.

In the second half, minute 61, Choupo-Moting's goal, you were instantly more relieved, the smile of the number 5 when celebrating was priceless, nor the college work to pay for it.

At the end of the game, Gnabry increases the score and ends up 0×2, better impossible.

You ran to the locker room and from a distance you could already see him with his 6'1 (1.85 m)” there he was celebrating with his teammates, you walked up to him and hugged him in the back.

— These small hands can only belong to one person, he said, turning quickly

—Ma Cherie what are you doing here, he said, filling you with kisses

— I came to cheer for you Mon amour

— I thought this day wouldn't get any better, but with you, it's totally impossible.

— I love you so much Benjamin

— I love you so much more Y/n

And you smiled, hugging him, because amid all the chaos of your lives, you had each other to call home.

[pavardscherie]

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.

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part I)

Requested: Yes ("antoine griezmann angst plz! u guys have an argument about something, and ignore each other but then make up" - Anon)

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Antoine sees you with Mbappé and a big misunderstanding follows.

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation

A/N: Sorry for the delay, college is hell! This is actually wayyy longer than I intended, so I'll do it in two parts :) I hope this is what you had in mind. Also please note that this is my first time writing angst so I hope it's not too cringe lol. GIF isn't mine. (I found the perfect one but it's too big for Tumblr 😫) ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART ONE

You had been Didier Deschamps’ assistant for a few years now, and you really liked your job, as helping the Coach with basically everything wasn’t that hard. You had a good relationship with him, and you were close to all the players. You had a sister-brother relationship with most of them – except for one. You had just started working for the team when Antoine first arrived, and you two instantly became friends, getting closer and closer every time you saw each other during international breaks. You two eventually fell for each other and started dating. Antoine made you the happiest you had ever been, and you enjoyed the idea of spending the rest of your life with him. Living in different countries – as you lived in France and he lived in Madrid – really was a challenge at times, but you both worked hard to make it work. It had almost been a year since you’ve started dating now, and the Bleus had arrived today in their home of Clairefontaine. You greeted each of them as they entered the castle, and tried your best not to treat Antoine differently – as while Deschamps was happy for you guys, he still asked for you and Antoine to remain professional. It was hard of course but you still managed to do it despite Antoine who constantly was winking at you and never missed an opportunity to give you a kiss or to kiss your neck when you where alone or in public while no one was watching.

The first day went smoothly, with a training session and the guys catching up with each other. While Antoine and the rest of the players were all doing a photoshoot for new official pics and the Coach was busy on the phone, you sat in the living room and checked the week’s schedule to make sure everything was okay when Kylian entered, still wearing his football kit from the photoshoot.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Already done?”

“Yeah, they only need a few pics for each of us,” the striker said, sitting next to you in front of the TV. “You should have seen the way Theo was trying to distract me with his stupid jokes.”

You and Kylian were basically the same age, but he still acted like a big brother towards you, the same way Hugo and Olivier did. His girlfriend was actually one of your closest friends, and you were very happy for them.

“Typical,” you answered with a soft laugh, shaking your head. The Bleus could be childish sometimes, and they often needed you to be their babysitter but you still loved them dearly. “By the way, you have an interview for a TV channel tomorrow and the day before the match, you and Didier have a press conference.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After a second Kylian stood up all of a sudden, and went to grab a PlayStation’s controller.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play?”

Since you had nothing to do, you accepted. You and Kylian played at FIFA, and you were actually doing great, having played countless times with the other members of the team over the years. You won a few games and Kylian won a few as well, and this time you both scored twice. You scored a victory goal at the last minute, and let out a victory scream before laughing but Kylian wasn’t having it.

“Come on, you cheated. Nah, nah, stop it, this ain’t happening. You cheated.”

“Oh, stop it,” you said after you controlled your laugh. “I just scored, that’s all. Maybe if you weren’t terrible-”

“You little-”

He grabbed a pillow from behind him and proceeded to hit on your face and your belly with it, accusing you of being a cheater, but you also grabbed the pillow next to you to hit him back. You both were out of breath from too much laughing when Antoine appeared at the door.

“Yo, man”, Kylian said, the pillow still in his hand. “Are they finished yet?”

But Antoine remained silent, and the cold look he had in his blue eyes was more than unusual. All joy left your body and your boyfriend turned around and left without a word.

“Oh come on, Grizi, don’t be silly-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what Kylian said because you immediately followed Antoine in another room.

“Antoine,” you called him, trying to walk as fast as him. “Antoine, please. What is it? What’s wrong?”

After a while, Antoine finally turned around to face you and finally spoke.

“‘What’s wrong’?” he said harshly, no longer hiding his anger. “Really, Y/N? I find you like this with another man and you ask me what’s wrong?”

Before you could answer, he turned back and started walking again in a corridor.

“Yes!”, you exclaimed, feeling exasperated.

You really were confused by Antoine’s behavior, as he wasn’t really the jealous type, and you made it clear to him when you started dating that his teammates were the brothers you never had and that nothing – mostly due to most of them dating someone or being married – would ever happen between you and any of them, or anybody else.

“You’re acting like this because I played with Kylian?!” you said, raising your voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You prayed that it was all a joke, that he would turn around, laugh and take you in his arms saying “I got you again, babe!”. But Antoine didn’t turn.

“Antoine can you just stop acting like a fucking child for once?” you screamed.

You were now upstairs, in the corridor where the players’ bedrooms were. Benjamin and Presnel – who apparently finished right after Kylian and went directly to their rooms – put their heads outside Presnel’s door, probably wondering why you were screaming, but when they understood what was going on they quickly put their heads back and closed the door. Antoine let out a big sigh and turned around at last.

“I don’t get why you’re reacting like this,” you said with your usual voice, feeling sadness coming to replace the anger. “Me and Kylian, and the entire team actually, are just friends and you know it!”

“No, ‘friends’ don’t act like that,” Antoine retorted.

“We were playing around!” you raised your voice again, feeling frustrated and misunderstood. “You know Kylian and Emilie are dating and that he loves her! She told me they even talked about getting engaged!”

“Yeah, well, in that case he’s not better than you,” Antoine spat.

“Are you- Are you accusing me of cheating?” you asked, your heart sinking in your chest.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Antoine and you always trusted each other. At least you thought so. You saw Antoine being a bit taken aback by your question, and he thought for a second, the coldness and anger in his eyes not leaving.

“Well, who knows what was going on before I came? How can I know? Maybe you were kissing. Maybe you cheated with some other guys.”

As you felt tears coming, you suddenly heard someone coming behind you, and Paul put himself right next to you.

“Grizou, please,” he said with a calming yet firm voice. “You can’t say that, man. I can’t let you say that. I don’t know what you think Y/N did but you know she loves you and would never cheat. She’s our sister, nothing else. Chill the hell out.”

“Mind your fucking business,” Antoine spat. “When I want idiotic dances I’ll ask you.”

He gave you a look full of anger and even disgust before going to his room and slamming the door behind him. You couldn’t stand it anymore and started crying. Paul immediately tried to soothe you, quickly joined by Benjamin and Hugo, and you felt like your whole world was shattering in pieces.

PART II

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[papaya-twinks]

Helluuu!!

May I ask for Lando X reader where they used to date but Lando kinda cheated on reader who is still friend with mostly on the drivers and she goes to a race with her new boyfriend (someone like Benjamin Pavard, the football player or Jude Bellingham) and Lando is so jealous cause he is still madly in love with her???

Thank you soooo muchhhhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, 18+, cheating, angst

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - I’m doing the new boyfriend as Kacper Urbanski (he’s FIT in my eyes and he’s my age 🤪 but I don’t speak Polish so LIVE WITH IT GRRRR 👿)

How could someone be so stupid? Somehow, both you and Lando and that question. How could you be so stupid to ever believe Lando when he told you he wouldn’t cheat? When here he was, bringing in another woman whilst you were asleep in the other room. And for Lando, how could he be so stupid to cheat on you?

“Kacper?” you walked into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend standing there. “Hey,” he smiled to you as you walked in, wrapping your arms round his waist. “Ready to go?” you nodded to his question, clutching your paddock pass. You hadn’t been to a race since Bahrain at the start of 2024, at the very end of the day, when you’d found out he was cheating. Lando. 

Your relationship with Lando had been public, and neither was your current one with Kacper. But you’d be using the Grand Prix as the perfect opportunity to spill to the world about Kacper, Lando was irrelevant. Thankfully, your friendship with Oscar had remained, if not strengthened, as he knew of the incident, and he’d invited you to watch the race. 

Yes, you’d be in close proximity to Lando, but you’d be able to stay away from him with ease. “Who the fuck is he?” Lando asked, walking up to one of the engineers is his garage as he saw a man walk in…with you. It felt like the first time he’d seen you, actually. 

He fell in love with your eyes first, his gaze now landing on your pretty Y/E/C eyes. His eyes roved over you, his face mutated into a scowl at the sight of Kacper by your side. “Some footie player, Kacper Urbanski,” the engineer shrugged. The name sounded almost displeasurable to a Lando (no hate to Kacper, he’s hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵) as he stared. 

You caught his eyes, your eyes half widening at the sight of Lando as you walked straight through the garage and to Oscar’s. “Just saw someone,” Lando muttered vaguely, walking into Oscar’s part of the garage. “Hey mate,” Oscar said, residing an eyebrow. “Gonna to speak to someone,” Kacper said, standing a few feet from Lando and Oscar. 

“Hey,” Lando said nonchalantly, looking at his teammate. “Why’s Y/N here?” he asked, almost a frown on his face as he watched you from the corner of his eyes. You still didn’t notice him, too caught up gossiping with some engineers. And then, there it was. Your eyes locked with Lando’s, and a sort of spark erupted inside of you. 

You broke the eye contact first, turning your head away, much to the dismay of Lando. He didn’t consider himself a terribly bold person, but suddenly, now he had the energy to finally speak. “Y/N,” he said, standing behind you as you internally groaned. “Lando,” you nodded, turning round, noticing the small flinch from him at your cold, harsh tone. 

“Why are you here?” that was the only question Lando could bring himself to ask you. “I just am,” you said, “is that an issue?”. He shook his head, eyes slightly narrowing at your dismissive tone, before an engineer called him over to prep for the race. You ended up going back to Oscar’s side of the garage, watching the race. 

You were slightly surprised at the result, Max, who rarely ever made a mistake, colliding into Lando, resulting in the McLaren man getting a DNF. You weren’t sure how or why you ended up in Lando’s room, his body pressed flush against your, fireproofs discarded onto the floor, nothing but your bra and skirt on your body, the skirt rode up over your ass. 

“Fuck, Lando,” your voice came out shaky, his hips rocketing into yours, the thrusts slamming into you as your body shook. He had you bent over the massage bed in his room, your head pulled slightly back by his hand on your neck, his other hand on your stomach, the feeling of the bulge in your stomach gliding along his hand as he hammered into you. 

“So proud of you,” he groaned, the knot in your stomach building up for the third time, your eyes rolling. Your words filtered into moans as he pounded into you, the entire bed and consequently the wall, shaking. People definitely knew what was going on. Your boyfriend? 

He was of no consequence. He’d gone off with one of his friends into another garage, and you couldn’t care less, all your attention focused on the man behind you, his hand pulling your back against his chest, your eyes rolling as your moans echoed, his own cum spilling into thick ropes inside of you as he slowed down, thrusts sloppy. 

“You never should’ve left,” he groaned, still inside of you. “You never should’ve cheated,” the word ‘cheated’ melted into a shriek as he slammed his hips into you once, your eyes rolling. “Bad idea,” he said, rocking his hips into you again, knot building up faster. “Shouldn’t have opened that pretty mouth,” he huffed, pumping in and out of you.