#benjamin pavard x you

[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.”

[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.”

[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.

[thatsdemko]

Reading to Benjamin Pavard?

a/n: adding my own twist to this teeheheh

your son sat in his lap, his heavy eyes trying so hard to fight sleep while you read the words off the pages of green eggs and ham.

“I will eat them anywhere,” your finger moved across each word on the page, every so often you looked over from the pages to see your toddler had nodded off in Benjamin’s lap. the two of them looking identical at times with their heavy eyelids fluttering to try and stay open.

it had been a long day with no napping or relaxation. no matter how hard you tried, he just wouldn’t go down for a nap. so now, it was an hour before his actual bedtime and he was growing cranky, which forced you all to get ready for bed early and read books for bedtime.

“I do so like green eggs and ham. thank you, thank you, Sam I am.” you read the final line before gently closing the book making sure the noise didn’t wake your son, who was sound asleep in his fathers lap.

you looked over at Benjamin who was smiling contently at you, mouthing the words “finally” it had taken all day for this exact moment. you felt you could celebrate.

“I’m going to need a bedtime story too, you know.” Benji winked at you, carefully picking his toddler up from his lap and gently laying him on the mattress of his bed, where you quickly tucked him, and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead.

“I just read you both one. you fell asleep too, you know?” you moved to the doorframe of his bedroom watching Benjamin flick on his night light, before you flicked off the overhead lights carefully closing the door making sure not a creak or creeping sound was made.

he scoffed at your words, “please, I was just trying to picture the green eggs and ham.”

“that’s what the pictures in a picture book are for, Benjamin.” you chuckled shaking your head, you couldn’t deny you wanted to fall asleep too. going to bed was the only thing on your mind all day, and you couldn’t wait to crash against the mattress.

“let’s just hope our next one loves napping.”

[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.

[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. 

[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.

[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”.

[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.

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. VII)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 4.4K+

A/N: Thank you for still reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

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“No, I’m not coming! Just forget about me like you did with your oldest daughter!”

Louisa hangs up and throws her phone on the table before she wipes her watery eyes. Starting last night, Louisa’s mother Mrs. Honorin has been calling her to convince her to come to a reception she’s organizing, and also to convince her to put her older sister “on the right track”. Louisa usually manages to handle it well and only gets angry at her mother, but it’s starting to really upsets her. She sits next to me and I put an arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t understand,” she has been saying that ever since her mother called her. “A mother is supposed to love and accept her child, not denigrate her.”

I know exactly how Tatiana feels.

“If you heard her,” Louisa continues, her head in her hands, “it seemed like Tatian was a monster.”

Several tears are shed, but I eventually comfort her after a few minutes.

“When I have a child, I’ll always be there for him, no matter what.”

“I’m sure you’ll be a great mother,” I answer.

I try to think of an activity to make her smile but the clock in the kitchen let me know that I have to leave to Clairefontaine in a few minutes. Maybe…

“You wanna come to Clairefontaine with me?”

She gives me a confused look.

“It would lift your spirit,” I say.

“Are you sure I can come?”

“We’ll know right away.”

I decide to call Antoine, hoping he’ll answer and accept a second guest in the castle. To my surprise, he answers immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

Damn it, Gaby, of course he knows it’s you. I try to ignore the joy it gives me to hear his voice and focus on his answer.

“Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, hum, I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask for…a favor.”

“You never bother me. Tell me.”

“I know it wasn’t planned, and it’s already nice of you guys to allow me to come to Clairefontaine,” I say, uncertain, “but can Louisa come?”

“Hold on a second.”

There are a few seconds of silence and then muffled whispers.

“Gaby? You still here?” 

“Yes, yes,” I say, surprised.

“There is no problem in Louisa coming.”

“That’s so sweet of you guys, thanks a lot.”

“Of course,” he says, and I can hear a smile in his voice. “See you later then.”

“See you.”

I hang up and turns to Louisa.

“He said yes.”

She has a little smile, and since we both already ready to go, we leave right away. In the car Louisa asks me questions about my visit to the castle the day before, and I don’t give her the details. We finally arrive at the castle, and I present the badge Antoine gave me yesterday and told me to keep.

“I don’t have one, though,” Louisa tells me, pointing at it.

“Let’s hope Antoine thought about it.”

We enter just fine – Antoine did think about it – and we walk to the castle. I still fell like an outsider, and I’m surprised to see that Louisa feels that way. She looks around with curiosity and also a bit incertitude. Approaching the  castle, we see a silhouette sitting in the grass, near the big letters that indicates where we are. I recognize the person right away, as does Louisa.

“Is it Pavard?” she whispers.

“Yes.

I bring Louisa with me to say hi to him before joining the others inside, hoping we won’t bother him.

“Hi, Benjamin,” I say softly.

He jumps in surprise and turns towards us.

“Oh, hi.” he gets up. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you two coming. How are you?”

He kisses me on the cheek and turns to Louisa, then to me again, waiting for me to introduce the two of them.

“Oh, sorry. This is Louisa, my best friend. Antoine kindly invited us to come here today.”

There is a sudden light in his brown eyes, and he nods.

“Oh, yes, Antoine told me. Nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure.”

He also kisses her on the cheek and a small smile grows on his sad face. I look at Louisa, whose cheeks seem to have become pink. I hear a door opening behind us and see Antoine coming out of the building. He walks to us, and Louisa give me a teasing look. Don’t start now. He smiles as he comes to us.

“Hi,” he says looking at me.

“Hi.”

He puts his hands on my arm and then kisses me. I see Louisa looking at the ground, a small smile on her lips. You giggle and I’ll kill you. After we get away, Antoine turns to her and gives her a polite smile.

“Nice too see again. Welcome to Clairefontaine.”

“Thank you for having me,” she answers. “Nice to see you too.”

“No problem,” Antoine says. “Gaby’s friends are always welcome to come. By the way, Benji, would you mind showing Louisa around?”

I’m about to ask why we won’t do it all together – as Antoine told me he’d give me a visit of the whole Center – when “Benji” nods.

“No problem.”

Thanks, bro. We’ll catch up later.”

I’ll admit that I’m not comfortable with the idea of leaving Louisa alone with a stranger, even if it’s a friend and teammate of Antoine’s. But Louisa looks happy so I keep my mouth shut. Antoine takes my hand and we walk to the castle.

“A private visit of the Bleus’ castle,” I say, “How lucky these both girls are.”

“Right?” Antoine laughs. “We’re not going into the second floor, there’s nothing to see in there except for messy bedrooms and video games.”

He opens the door and let me enter before him. I hear whispers and giggles right away. Antoine leads me to some kind of living room with a TV and several sofas. Hugo and Olivier, sitting next to each other, get up to greet me and ask me about my parents’ health and how is the company is. The four of us talk when Kylian arrives, a phone near his ear. He hangs up a few seconds later, a soft smile on his face.

“Was it Helena?” Olivier asks with a smirk.

“Yes,” Kylian answers with a smile after greeting me. “She’s coming to see the match with her mom and Baptiste.”

“You’re coming too, right?” Hugo asks me.”

I look at him, confused. I had no idea they had another game coming.

“Hum, yes,” I say, feeling awkward.

I look at Antoine, who’s looking at me.

“I mean, if you want me to come. I’d understand if you want to be left alone.”

“What? Of course I want you to come,” Antoine says as if he didn’t understand. “It would be awesome. Plus, you would bear me luck, just like last time.”

“You’re good at shooting penalties,” I say quickly. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“I agree with Grizou,” Olivier says. “I’m sure you and Louisa will bring us luck when you’ll be in the stadium.”

Antoine leaves and comes back a few seconds later with an envelope in his hand, which he hands me.

“There are two tickets in there, that way Louisa can come too if she wants.

“It’s very nice of you,” I answer, feeling a bit uncomfortable, “but I could have bought them.”

“Oh, but Antoine is a real gentleman,” Hugo laughs softly.

Yes, I’m starting to be aware of that.

*-*

After a moment of talking with the three Bleus, greeting Corentin Tolisso and Didier Deschamps and visiting le first floor of the castle, Antoine decides to give me a visit of the parc. He points at the younger team’s building, the auditorium and the other building. We walk to the woods which is all around the parc when se see Louisa and Benjamin come back from it, speaking vividly.

“My,” Antoine says with a small laugh, “they do seem like they get along.”

“Indeed,” I say.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen Benji like that,” he says more seriously. “It’s nice to see him happy. He’s a good dude, and a real friend. I wouldn’t have let your friend with him if I didn’t trust him. His girlfriend left him,” he adds as if we were complotting. “Just like that, for no reason. He really loved her, it almost broke him. He doesn’t feel like seeing someone else yet, so Louisa is safe with him.”

I nod. Benjamin and Louisa come closer, still talking and laughing. They wave at us as we walk to the wood. If Clairefontaine seems generally peaceful – except for maybe the castle – the wood is probably the most peaceful place all around. It’s kind of romantic, when you think about it.

“This is a nice place,” I say without really thinking.

Antoine doesn’t answer and stares at me. His eyes go from my eyes to my mouth and then he kisses me like he never kissed me before. I thought our first kiss after our date was passionate, but it’s nothing compared to this one. The feeling of dizziness is a hundred times more powerful, and I feel something warm in my belly. My arms go around his neck and the kiss gets harder. I feel Antoine making me walk back and a few seconds after I feel a tree against my back. His hands grab my hips and his lips descend from my mouth to my chin and then my neck. Oh my God. The warm sensation inside of me increases and Antoine puts his hands under my shirt. The cold sensation of his hands on my skin makes me shiver as his lips kisses every centimeter of my neck. He suddenly stops, and I’m about to ask him to do it again when his face slightly comes back to mine. I open my eyes and try to catch my breath, feeling as if my heart is gonna come out of my chest.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, his eyes in mine.

Before I can answer, he kisses my neck and then comes back to my lips. My hands touch his light brown hair and soon my fingers run through it. His mouth lets out a sigh of contentment and I feel him slightly pulling up my shirt. I should tell him to stop, but I can’t. One of his hands leave my limbs to grab my leg and put it against his hip, without his lips ever leaving mine. Please don’t ever make him stop. At this moment, we hear conversations and laughs from the castle. After a few seconds, Antoine somewhat gets his face away from mine, his nose almost touching mine and his breath on my neck.

“I think they’re waiting for you,” I whisper, hoping he won’t hear the regret in my voice.

He puts me back on the ground, as only one of my feet were touching the ground, and I give him one last kiss. I caress his cheek and when I see his smile, I know he’ll finish what he started soon or later.

*-*

I try to fix my hair as much as I can – because of course Mr. Griezmann ruined it – as we go back to the castle. We see Didier outside, surrounded by his assistant, most of the players and Louisa, who talks with Benjamin and Steve Mandanda. I quickly pray that I don’t have any hickey.

“Training session is on, Grizou,” Didier says. “Ladies, you can watch it if you like,” he ads for Louisa and me.

“Are you sure it won’t be a problem?” I ask, and I see Louisa agreeing with me.

“Of course not,” Antoine answers with an appeasing tone.

“We’re not used to have such a charming public”, Paul says. “so it’s a big change. Right, lads?”

The other approve and we head for the training fields, Louisa walking between me and her new friend. She gives me an interrogating and amused look but I don’t say anything and let her know I’ll tell her later. I’m sure she also has things to tell me – even though I won’t give her all the details of my moment in the wood with Antoine.

I talk with her and Emilien when I notice Antoine observing Emilien in a strange way. Once they’re on the fields, the team get in formation and Louisa and I sit in seats protected from the sun. I try to learn more about the moment Louisa shared with Benjamin, but she remains silent and I eventually give up, perfectly knowing she’ll tell me everything once we’ll be alone. Even if she doesn’t say anything, I see that she keeps looking at Benjamin, who in return sometimes gives her sweet small smiles. If last time Antoine did look at me from time to time, this time their number is multiplicated by two and I feel myself blush. Just like last time, I don’t get bored one bit, and neither does Louisa. The most amusing part of the training sessions is them shooting. They all shoot each at the time, Hugo catching several balls. Antoine walks up, focused. I saw him focused during a match, but being actually near him and seeing his determined face, he’s…hot.

“He really is focused, isn’t he?” Louisa asks me.

“He is,” I whisper.

“He looks at you this way,” she says with a lower voice. “As if you were the only thing in the world.”

I look at her before hearing a noise and a scream of joy.

“Yes!” Antoine scream, toddling. “Gaby did you see this one?

I nod, smile and clap. It’s Emilien’s turn to shoot. He scores too but Hugo protests that it was off-side.

“It wasn’t, dude, I promise,” Emilien laugh, running a hand in his blond hair.

“Not to be rude, brother,” Olivier says in a soothing voice, “I think Cap is right, it was off-side.”

“I think so too,” Antoine adds.

“How about we ask the judges of the day?” Emilien answers. “Girls?”

I don’t know anything about football, bro, why do you have to come to me like that?

“I think the boys are right,” I answer, and Louisa approves. “Sorry, Emilien.”

“Ah, see.” Antoine says.

Emilien is still not convinced, but he gladly accepts to shoot again. This time, Hugo stops it and his teammates compliments him. After the training session, we decide it’s time for us to leave, as I work this afternoon – and Louisa has to leave with me, unless a player kindly bring her back to Paris.

“Stay for lunch, Paul proposes as the other players head for the dining room. “It feels good to have new people here.

“Thank you,” I answer, “but I wouldn’t want to take advantage of the system.”

He stares at me and slightly frowns.

“Who tells you the system is not taking advantage of you?”

Antoine gives Paul a cold look, so much so I think for a second that he’s gonna jump on him. I didn’t think that such a nice and warm person could have so much anger in their eyes. Their a confused moment of silence and I have a hard time figuring out what is going on. Olivier coughs, bringing everyone back to reality.

“He meant abusing your charming company,” he reassures with a smoothing smile to me, “right Paul?”

“Of course,” Paul answers with a nonchalant voice.

“Let’s go,” Antoine says coldly.

He grabs my arm and takes me to the dining room, where we others are already sited. Antoine points at a chair to his and I sit between him and Paul. As for Louisa, she is sat between Hugo and Benjamin. The atmosphere is very joyful and way calmer than I expected. Antoine becomes his normal, joyful self and we talk with Paul and Emilien. The food is delicious and I have to say I’m having a real good time – and watching her talk vividly with Benjamin, Louisa seems to feel the same. After dessert, I check the time and see with regret that I have to go if I don’t want to arrive late at work. I let Antoine know and walk to Didier and the other members of the staff, who have already finished eating and get up at the same as I do.

“Thank you for everything, sir.”

“Please call me Didier. Antoine told me you’re coming to the match against the United-States?”

“Absolutely,” I answer. “Thank you for the tickets.”

“Of course. See you soon.”

When I leave the room, Louisa follows me and greet everybody goodbye before smiling at Benjamin. Antoine walks us to the door, and Louisa greets him before leaving us alone.

“Thanks for everything,” I say again. “It did Louisa some good, and it did me some good too.”

“Us too.”

“Are you sure you’re not have a problem with the coach or that your mates aren’t gonna tease you?” I ask.

The first question is an obsession.

“Oh, we tease each other for less that than,” he laughs softly. “Speaking of problems, though…”

Antoine looks at the ground for a second before looking at the window.

“The only problem I have,” he says, “is that the more I see you, the more I hate watching you leave.”

I have to take a second to understand the information.

“I feel the same,” I admit in a low voice, my eyes lowered. “I don’t like saying goodbye to you.”

He takes my hips, makes me come closer and puts his forehead on mine. I put my hands on his warm cheeks and kiss him. He kisses me back tenderly and it’s somehow as enjoyable as the kiss in the woods. We eventually separate, my hand in his.

“See you.”

“Bye.”0

I hear chairs moving and people going up stairs. I smile at him before opening the door, and at the moment when I lave the building, I swear I hear a sigh. I walk to the car, where Louisa is waiting for me, when I feel like somebody is watching me. I turn to the castle and expect Antoine to be staring at me from the window. But at a window on the second floor, for a short second, I perceive blond hair. 

*-*

I drop Louisa to our apartment for heaving up to work. I arrive slightly early and greet the welcoming ladies. I take the elevator to my floor and try to continue the organization of the gala, even if my brain just won’t stop thinking about what happened in the woods with Antoine. I think of his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin and a shiver goes down my spine. I shake my head and focuses on my work. Even if my ultimate goal is to be a translator and I’m taking a course to do that, I’ll admit that organizing a gala isn’t that bad. The most difficult part is to call people when you’re very shy and to pick things that my mother will like. When I’m about to take a break, I take the opportunity to learn more about the Bleus in general and their upcoming games – at least those at home. Searching up on the internet, I find an article whose title is very different from the others. If most articles talk about the upcoming World Cup, players that weren’t called by Didier Deschamps, some of the pictures the payers posted of their families, this article talks of a night club where most of the team went and got in a fight with other people. It’s really surprising considering no other website talk about that night. I tell myself that’s it’s probably just click bait when I’m distracted by my phone ringing. I look at it see my grand-mother’s name.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi grandma, how are you? I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier.”

“It’s alright, dear, I know you’re very busy.”

If she only knew. She asks about my parents and Noah’s health, talk about her neighbors, her plants, and book club and her volunteering in a charity for people in need. It runs in the family it would seem.

“I’ve read in a newspaper that the mayor is going to increase the library’s budget.”

She’s so adorable, how can I not be happy when she is?

“By the way, darling, was it you I saw in that magazine?”

“Oh, I guess so, it must have been for the gala,” I answer. “I was in charge of the last one.”

“Oh no, dear, I saw articles about the gala weeks ago. That one was talking about you and a boy.”

I almost choke on my water and my colleagues give me a weird look.

“What do you mean me ‘and a boy’?” I ask.

Jesus Christ.

I jump from my chair, my phone on my ear. Ignoring the surprised gazes of my colleagues, I leave the room, take the elevator – for the first time it seems slow – to the first floor and walk quickly to the newsagent nearby, 200 feet from the building. There are not many people at this hour and I walk to the end of the room. I observe all the magazines my eyes can see, and after two minutes I see the magazine my grand-mother wasn’t talking about.

Antoine Griezmann dating : who is his new darling, Gabrielle Darian?

“You’re right,” I say. “It was me.”

I quickly read the magazine before finding the page about Antoine and I. Damn it, I knew it. All around the text are pictures of him and I in front of the restaurant, and there is even one where we are about to kiss. Sighing, I go to pay the magazine and leave. I go back to the building and my floor where I’m alone, as all my coworkers left for a break.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” my grand-mother tells me.

Neither did I, grandma, neither did I.

“Neither did I,” I sigh. “I didn’t even know we were a couple, it’s…it’s very recent.”

“I see. But who is he? Is he famous?”

“Yes,” I answer. “He’s…His name is Antoine, he’s a football player.”

“Professional?”

“Yes, he plays for Madrid and the National Team.”

“Well, well. How did you guys meet?”

I quickly explain to her that we met at the gala – without telling her about him and my mates inviting themselves. She asks me several other questions but is happy for me.

“Can I you a question, Gabrielle?”

 Her voice, despite remaining sweet, became serious.”

“Of course.”

“Do you love this boy?”

*-*

After my day is over, I head for the exit of the building, my conversation with my grand-mother being stuck in my head. Do you love this boy? I thought I was in love with the boy I dated when I finished high school, but I realize that what I feel for Antoine is very different, and way stronger. I can’t stop thinking about him, which keeps me from sleeping – which isn’t that bad, though, as I keep having nightmares lately – and as I told him, when I am with him I want this moment to continue. When my grand-mother asked me that question, I answered her that I didn’t know. But the truth is, seeing hos things are going, it will be the case soon. So the real question is: when will I make the mistake of falling in love with him?

I’m so deep in my thoughts that only a small pain in my shoulder is able to bring me back to reality.

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, that’s on me…Gabrielle?!”

I raise my head and see a young woman with blond hair and large grey eyes. I’m about to ask her if we know one another when a memory strikes me.

“Ornella?”

Ornella, Noah’s one-night girlfriend he brought at one of our galas. When I saw her that night she was wearing a pretty nice dress, high heels and make up, today she is wearing a jean, a washed-out jacket and snickers, and her hair is in a ponytail. I’m surprised but happy to see her.

“How are you? What’s brings you here?”

“Oh, I’m visiting my aunt, she lives in the neighborhood.”

We chat, asking about our respective families’ health, and she tells me she is seeing someone at the moment. I’m relieved to hear it, as it happened before that one of Noah’s “girlfriends” can’t move on after their break-up. We exchange our phone numbers and promise to go have a coffee with Louisa soon. I head for the apartment, and when I hear Louisa on the phone – unless she’s talking to herself – I’m afraid she’s fighting with her mother again but I hear her laugh. She hangs up the moment I enter the living room and smiles at me.

“Was it Tatiana?” I ask.

Her smile doesn’t disappear and her cheeks turn pink.

“It was Benjamin.” she answers shyly, almost embarrassed.

“Pavard?” I say, surprise.

“Obviously,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Which other Benjamin do you want me to call? Benjamin Button?

I pour two glasses of apple juice and sit down next to her.

“You two got along well, then,” I tease her.

“Oh my gosh, Gaby,” Louisa says in an excited tone, turning to me. “He is so nice. And so funny and adorable.”

She starts a monologue of fifteen minutes – I counted – about how nice, funny, adorable, hilarious, respectful Benjamin is and she’s so happy that I don’t stop her. Once she’s done, I ask her what they talked about in the woods.

“Oh, anything and everything,” she answers in a calm tone with the same smile. “Of our families – I just told him I had a sister, as you can guess -, of college, of his club. Like you and Griezmann, I guess. Speak of the devil, what did you two talk about in the woods?

“Nothing special.”

“Did you kiss?” she asks with a teasing smile.

“Yes, we did.”

“And?”

“And nothing, we just talked and kissed, that’s all.”

This isn’t technically a lie. Louisa insists, and it’s hard not to tell her anything else. I always thought that she picked her course well, as she is very good at talking with people and make them admit their secrets or things they wouldn’t tell anybody else. When it’s time, we prepare diner and after eating we decide to go to sleep early, her because she works early tomorrow and me because I need sleep. Before entering her room, Louisa turns to me.

“They are very nice, though, letting us come to their place and stuff.”

I look at the last text Antoine sent me, whishing me a good night and I feel something weird in my stomach.

“Yes. Yes, they are.”

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[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.

[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.

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[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 :)

[thatsdemko]

red card - b.pavard

masterlist

requested: y

pairing: Benjamin pavard x fem!reader

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

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

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no more getting red cards please.”