#benjamin pavard drabble

[pavardscherie]

2 with benji

his heavy pants filled your ears. the way he muttered your name so sweetly in between with the french accent you loved so dearly. it didn’t matter how sweaty he already was, when benjamin arrived at home. a particular hard training session which lasted way too long for your liking.

but it also gave you the greatest opportunity to play a little game with your boyfriend. one picture was enough to have him speeding home, and wandering straight towards your bedroom, with you in his arms. those same limbs that were draped over benjamin’s broad shoulders. colored nails scratched over his already tanned skin, leaving thin lines of red in different shapes all over his back and spine.

with each new attempt of spreading more claw marks over his body, benjamin’s teeth found your earlobe. teeth carefully biting on the sensitive skin, coaxing another loud, sinful sound out of your throat. “i love you so much, cherie.” he muttered, groans interrupting the heartwarming confession as your warm walls tightened around his dick.

the words, he spoke with all the gentleness in the world, and meant with his entire heart, pushed you over the edge quickly. his accent, which only got thicker the more he pounded into you, made it difficult to resist the incoming waves of ecstasy and pleasure.

[oh-saints]

short

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

benjamin pavard x you

tw: soft sex with a bit of foot fetish

wc: 1.6k

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

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

“you really should stop doing that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“why don’t you come in and find out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and his achilles’ heel.

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

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

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

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

“what can’t I do for the winner?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“now this truly feels like winning.”

[thatsdemko]

red card - b.pavard

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requested: y

pairing: Benjamin pavard x fem!reader

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

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

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no more getting red cards please.”

[footballdesires]

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

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

here’s a list of faves sorted by club:

— leon goretzka, benjamin pavard & joshua kimmich

— piero hincapie & florian wirtz

— maximilian mittelstädt

— marco reus & niklas süle

— julian draxler

— gavi & pedri

send in your requests and get a drabbleeeee! :)

[finja-caipirinha]

Request are open! <3

People I write for:

BENJAMIN PAVARD

Pablo Gavi

Mason Mount

Jude Bellingham

And so many more <3

Things I write:

Fluff

Smut

Head cannons

Drabbles

Blurbs and so on

[pavardscherie]

Benji 1 <3

you knew you were safe, you always were when he was around.

the crowds gathered in front of the entrance to the stadium, the catacombs and vip area almost closed by the supporters who tried to receive an autograph or a picture before the game. you met a couple of fans, most of them were pretty nice but others couldn’t contain their whispers of jealousy.

yet, benjamin always made sure that you were feeling good around the crowds. as soon as he witnessed the slightest amount of discomfort twisting your features, he excused himself and led you away from the screaming fans. this time, it was no different.

his calloused fingers laced between your slender ones, thumb carefully trying to draw small circles on the back of your hand while walking. fans in bayern munich jerseys gathered in the arena, blocking a couple of ways and completely screaming names from the top of their lungs.

but benjamin did not stop this time. not because he didn’t want to talk to them and exchange a couple of thank you for the support. it was more likely because he felt how your fingernails started to leave crescent shapes on his skin. the discomfort came quickly, the pretty girls with their phones and wide smiles adding a pinch of insecurity to your mood.

so he led you through the crowds, a half smile on his lips and whispering sincere apologies to the ones with the number five in white on their crimson red jerseys. and you knew it was impossible to fall even more in love with the curly-haired french defender, but the feelings grew with each situation.

the way, he cared so much, and guided you safely towards the entrance of the vip area. the way, he immediately felt the change of your mood and could name the small hints for it, without you saying a word to him.

[pavardscherie]

number 10 with benji?🫶🏻

calloused fingers slowly danced over the length of your right thigh. taking in every precious inch of your body, while concentrating on the ways your hips circled perfectly over his. buried deeply inside of your warmth, juices covering his rock hard dick and spreading over his balls.

yet, he didn’t allow you to start the usual routine. jumping up and down in his length, squeezing him tightly with your walls and triggering his orgasm before he pushed you into a haze of pleasure. it was in the cards tonight as benjamin’s plans differed.

he wanted to take his time tonight, feeling and touching every inch of your body for as long as he could. only a couple of days were left before he had to travel back to france to play for the national team, and you could not accompany him.

the span of his warm palms fit perfectly against the curve of your waist, slowly lifting you up. veins popped out, the most remarkable one being the one on the side of his throat. a tad of dark blue, almost a deep purple, against the pale skin with the blemished red spots.

“so impatient, yet so beautiful.” the french defender chuckled to himself, the right corner of his dry mouth lifted ever so lightly. his warm spine was pressed against the cold, black leather of the king sized bed, his hazelnut orbs traveled across your needy body multiple times in a row.

slowly, almost painfully, benjamin used the placement of his hands to guide your waist downwards again. disappearing in the warmth of your cunt for an uncountable time, he let his head fall back and an almost animalistic growl erupted from deep within his chest. the sound he made, and the image he showed you, was enough to know that this time, you were allowed to move.

[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]

— if we ever meet again ;; part two

⤷ summary: you were a player on the female team of bayern münchen but transferred for a better chance. your relationship with benjamin ended because he couldn't handle the distance from munich to dortmund. once, you meet again, and you have a new partner, things get complicated again. ⤷ warnings: mature themes, angst, fluff, hurt & comfort, break-ups, a hint at depression, heartbreak, confused reader, cheating ⤷ izzy talks: the second part is finally here?? i mean, i took so long and I'm so freaking sorry or that but i just had those lovely writer blocks. like too many times :(

you knew you shouldn’t be here. but how was it possible to deny an injured lucas hernandez a wish?

tickets for a very much vip seat in the front of the stands, exactly what you imagined he would torture you with. if it wouldn’t be enough to see benjamin play today, you would have to witness the mood changes and how attractive he looked especially in the bright crimson-red for at least ninety minutes.

but it also happened to be the perfect timing to take out the dusty red jacket from the far right corner of your wardrobe. the emblem of bayern munich sewed on the front, left side and the initials of your name underneath it. the times were beautiful, welcomed by the entire team and loved by many. yet, your journey led you into the arms of the enemy club.

“there she is, our golden girl.” lucas’ french accent mixed with the german words caused a spark of amusement inside of you. it was always rather hilarious to listen to him, ranting about a match and mixing french with german. it almost reminded you of benjamin.

hands deeply in the pockets of the thick jacket, the cold weather made it difficult to stand still on the spot. you turned, opening the arms quickly to greet an injured lucas and the two men, which accompanied him. manuel neuer, hidden underneath a baseball cap and still in the healing process of broken bones, and behind him, strolled a carefree defender. benjamin pavard.

“what the hell?” you pointed at the number five of the bayern munich team, shocked about seeing him in the stands. “why are you here?”

“what a nice way to greet a friend.” benjamin retorted, rolling the eyes. a sarcastic smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, casually overplaying the surprise he felt. lucas didn’t mention your appearance with one word.

“no, i didn’t mean it like that. it’s like, well, shouldn’t you be on the field? like you know, playing with the team because you’re on the team?” you rambled on and on, gesturing wildly through the cold air with one hand.

the entire scene broke out in a wave of amusement. at least for lucas and manuel, who watched the awkwardness unfold.

“can’t.” ben shrugged the shoulders nonchalantly, tilting the head to the side to watch the warm up of the two teams. psg, the return match.

eyebrows raised, confusion twisted in your facial expression. there were multiple reasons why he could not be on the pitch tonight but benjamin didn’t give a reason to his statement. “he’s suspended. two yellow cards.” lucas explained with a chuckle, patting the shoulder of his best friend.

“a second bookable offense?” your brows furrowed, recalling the past matches of bayern munich you have seen. yet, you didn’t recall one where benjamin was sent off the pitch. “against who?”

“psg.” benjamin’s gaze drifted, landing on the gentle features of your face, twisted in a deep confusion. “made a very stupid pass and risked the leveler. had to stop the ball or messi, kind of ended with me completely slide-tackling him down and receiving the second card.”

“tackling lionel messi is something you can’t do every single day. and not many have the courage to even go against him like that. so, good job, benji.” showing him a thumbs up for the action, you smiled at him. but the way, his name sounded like a beautiful melody the moment you spoke it, made his heart skip a beat. it slipped past your lips nonchalantly, but had such an effect on him.

gulping down the mixture of spit and air in his tightened throat, benjamin tilted the head away from your angelic features. the smallest smile could be his downfall, and the painful memories would gnaw on his heart again. exactly what he didn’t need today. the upcoming game and it’s importance was already nerve wrecking enough for the suspended defender.

the shift in his behavior didn’t go unnoticed. but lucas promised himself to make it work between the two of you for a second time. stepping to the side, he sat down in one of the more comfortable seats, reserved for the vip guests while manuel settled down in the one on your left. leaving, much to benjamin’s demise, the two middle ones open for you and him.

while the referee, his assistants and the captain of each team met in the middle of the pitch, benjamin sat down and scooted closer to lucas’ side. unfortunately for him, you witnessed how he wiggled further away from you while sitting down. the emptiness in your stomach returned, and this time, it added a heavy feeling. you wanted to run away, forget about how he casually kept the conversation with you short, and would even rather sit in hernandez lap than close to you.

what you didn’t know was, that ben already reminisced. the scent of cherry blossom and a faint vanilla infiltrated his nostrils, your favorite perfume lingered in the air and it drove him crazy. he did not remember how often he bought a new bottle of it, just to exchange the empty one and surprise you with the thoughtful gesture.

both teams proved their value and excellence while the first half went on. manuel muttered multiple curse words when the ball flew past the goal, and another attempt of increasing the score of the first match failed. on your right side, lucas and benjamin engaged in a conversation mixed with german and french words. it was calm in the stands except the hardcore fans of bayern munich. they never stopped chanting their lyrics, clapping and playing the drum.

you were completely focused on the match, watching the players of bayern munich take control over the game. comfortably leaned back in the chair, legs crossed over one another, you pulled your hands out of the warm pockets of your jacket and placed them on the armrests.

manicured nails didn’t touch the soft material of the chair, instead your soft fingertips stroke over the veiny backhand of the one person sitting on your right. just a couple of seconds ago, benjamin retreated to a normal seating position and draped his arms over the rest. as soon as he felt the lingering touch of soft fingertips, he pulled his arm away.

the small touch, the seconds of being able to be close to benjamin again, created shivers up your arms. a feeling, you should not have anymore after finding another partner and slowly moving on from the past. exactly where the defender should belong.

benjamin sat straight in his seat. any thoughts about the game vanished and his mind went completely blank. he wanted to feel your warmth again after the long hug a couple of weeks ago. yet, he knew it was impossible after seeing the loving interactions between you and your new boyfriend for the rest of the night. the small glances in his direction were created by his imagination, at least it was what benjamin thought.

„aye manu, let’s get drinks for the group.“ lucas shouted past the pair of ex lovers towards the goalkeeper, waving his hand repeatedly. the breath you just inhaled, got stuck in your windpipe as your throat painfully tightened. the thought of being alone with benjamin in the middle of the arena made it extremely difficult to focus at all.

he clouded your mind, and easily erased any other thought. even the fact that your boyfriend was at work, and waited in dortmund for your return tomorrow. the two males disappeared faster than wanted at all, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence.

being around him was toxic for your relationship. the curve of his lips threatened the steady connection between you and your boyfriend. the way his scent infiltrated your nostrils and clouded your mind completely. the images of your boyfriend’s face vanished. a long gaze into his promising, hickory coloured eyes pulled you deeper under his spell again.

for a second time, you experienced the anxiety of being close to benjamin. small parts of him that twisted your mind until his name and his features were the last thought. there was no escape from falling madly, there never was for you after ben confessed, he never gave up the last spark of hope.

„you can avoid me but ignoring me is kind of harsh.“ you remarked about his behavior towards you while holding a conversation. without lucas‘ interference, you still would question why benjamin wasn’t present on the pitch. „looking at you makes me weak.“ he replied, keeping his gaze on the empty pitch after the referee ended the first half.

your stomach twisted around a feeling which was hard to define. discomfort about being his weakness, surprise about what you still did to him or even bashfulness about the sweet confession. it was indescribable and deep. „what do you mean?“ you needed an answer. a clear statement to identify what kind of feeling occupied your empty stomach.

„it doesn’t matter.“ benjamin shrugged his shoulder as if he attempted to brush off the topic of the conversation for a second time. he never gave a clear statement, or truly said the words that occupied his mind. the unbearable desire of kissing you deeply, losing himself once more to your soft touch, and giving up the control over his broken heart. you could mend the pieces, puzzle it back together but it would fall apart again, when you drove to your new home. the arms of your boyfriend.

grief dominated benjamin's broken self, the confidence he showed, only a cold mask to hide his emotions. you reached out for him, wanting to have the conversation badly and mend the pieces, he left destroyed. but when merely your fingertips grazed over the wrinkled fabric of his sweater, benjamin reacted way too quickly and scooted further towards lucas‘ empty seat. lips pulled into a frown, the distance made it difficult to believe that even the slightest spark was left. you should not feel defeated by a failed attempt after being the one that clearly moved on with someone new. yet, you could not get benjamin and his sweet attitude out of your mind. the minutes of the halftime break ticked away, the players already walked back onto the field, talking to each other and their coach about the tactics and techniques they planned.

"it was never meant to end like this, you know that, benjamin."

oh, how his name rolled so perfectly off the tip of your tongue. perfectly spoken, perfectly emphasized. so sweet, his heart wanted to jump out of his chest. fingertips dug into the soft, red leather of the seat, attempting to resist the desire to touch you, hug you, just feel you again in some way. the referee's whistle echoed through the allianz arena, announcing the second half of the important game against paris saint-germain. at the same time, manuel carefully walked through the row to reach his seat on your left, and handed you one of the cups filled with cola.

and while lucas returned, smiling widely at the two ex-lovers, benjamin muttered a french sentence and pushed his body up to leave the stands. a cup in each hand, lucas tilted the head to watch after his best friend, confusion twisted in his features. the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach reminded you of his words, the statement he made, and a confession about how much your attendance bothered him. fingers closed around the bridge of your nose, the pads massaged the skin slightly as you tried to make a decision. following benjamin could lead to another heated argument, another moment you wanted to prevent and ruin the last, little piece of friendship or admiration that was left like a thin line between the two of you.

on the other hand, you did feel responsible for the undeniable change in benjamin's mood over the past minutes. it was impossible to ignore the fact, that your surprising appearance caused shyness and nervousness to wash over him. not being his usual self, the cheerful lad with a mixture of languages while trying to express his opinion. the slight edge to his words because of his accent, and the cute smile plastered across his face because he never met a level of endless sadness; at least at the times before you left. "i think i should look after him." lucas interrupted the trail of your thoughts, trying to point a hand over his shoulder but immediately failing with the cups tightly in his grip. leaning down towards the seats to place them in the prepared holders on each side, you mirrored his action. "maybe, i should go." you suggested, ignoring the doubts of making things much more complicated than needed.

instead of protesting, hernandez nodded his head repeatedly. after all, it was all along his plan to bring back together what belonged to each other. distance was a strong reason for a break up, but it was also not enough to decline the happiness, he was able to witness over months. while leaving for dortmund was your journey, you’ve taken any inch of benjamin’s heart with you.

without you, he forgot what the word love meant. without you, the happiness stopped glistening in his beautiful chestnut eyes. without you, the curl of his mouth was merely real; forced to satisfy the people around him and avoid questions would be a better choice of description. lucas’ attempts of inviting benjamin to a night out, to a couple of drinks to drown his sorrows, were declined without overthinking. losing you, and in the end even to another man, removed the colors of benji’s world so easily.

pushing past the crowds that gathered on the stairs, you caught benjamin’s gaze on the top of the section. calloused palms firmly placed against the barricade, staring down at the pitch with a stern expression. except for the pushed together brows, not even a muscle twitched until his eyes landed on your moving figure. a simple glance at you, ended in a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. butterflies spread, wanting to be felt deeply. turning away, benjamin never missed a match of his team, no matter if he was suspended or injured but this time, he did not carry enough bravery to stay and have a decent conversation with you.

it pained him immensely to have you by his side, and knowing the fact that you truly were not by his side anymore. the pain was deeply anchored inside of benjamin. anchored to his heart, demanding to be felt when he forced himself to at least glance at you. walking through the almost empty corridors, the whispering of the fans and the sound of his name being shouted by some drowned out as he marched towards to the catacombs. the locker room were the only place where he could find a minute to himself.

what he did not expect was how easily the guards let you through as well. once a bayern munich player, the securities always remembered the faces. the desire to find his old self again followed with each step like a dangerous shadow, a darkness that reminded him he was missing a piece to ever become whole again.

running his sweaty palms over his face, benjamin inhaled deeply to calm down the pulsating veins. the sweet smell of your perfume, the one he loved way too much, lingered still in his nostrils. five minutes away from you wasn't enough to forget the tempting offer to ravish you, love you, feel you for a second time. it grew with any given second, the tips of his fingers tickled as the desire rose to new highs. levels, he has never been at before.

maybe, he could compare it to the same mixture of feelings he went through, the first night he had you sprawled out on his king-sized bed. naked, legs spread and the wetness glistening in the dim light of the lamps. better than he imagined, and pushing him further into a love-filled haze as his fingertips danced over your heated skin. but right now, when benjamin was trying to forget how much he still adored, admired, and loved you, those thoughts bothered his mind more than usual. rough pads against his temples, he started to massage the tensed skin; a headache announcing itself through the slight, piercing pain.

alone in the corridors between the pitch and the locker room, the place benjamin visited too often during a game when the referee booked him for the fifth time or twice on the same day. he's been here, multiple times, but the ghost of you, the sweet glances glistening with undeniable innocence, has never haunted him before. when lucas informed him, that he was slowly breaking away from reality, benjamin did not believe the words, chuckling about such foolish conclusions. but he has been right about it as his thoughts were occupied by your gentle face.

„benjamin.“ you spoke ever-so-gently, the thick walls of the corridor carried your sweet words towards his ear. another time, you said his full name, the way he adored the sound of the syllables way too much. the desire, he could not deny anymore as his stomach twisted and turned with admiration.

while you stood there so beautifully, innocent written over your posture, benjamin wanted to curse you for putting another spell on him. for making it so difficult to fall out of love with you. for never being able to truly despise you for choosing your career over a relationship with him, because somewhere, in the furthest corner of his heart, he understood the decision.

„leave please.“ benjamin begged, turning his attention away from you and examining the white wall with the bayern emblem painted across the stones. one glance, one too long look at your pretty face, and he would falter immediately. he would go too far, make another mistake or even ravish you in the middle of the corridor. a spell, he couldn’t run away from since the day he met you.

„no, we have to talk.“ you insisted, declining him the choice of being left alone. for once, you weren’t sharing the same opinion. taking a step closer to his trembling and tensed figure, benjamin didn’t realize the invasion of his personal space as his back was turned towards you.

all he knew, was when he turned around, the breath he wanted to inhale, got stuck in his dry throat. you were so close again, so close he could smell the sweet perfume lingering on the smooth skin around your collarbones. a scent, he could easily get addicted to again.

and suddenly, he could not fight it anymore. body moving on its own, a large hand caressed over the side of your throat until it reached your neck. calloused palm pressed against the soft skin and baby hairs, fingertips carefully digging into the side as he closed his tight grip on you. benjamin was holding you in place, and carefully tilted your head further back. nose held high, hooded eyes staring straight into the alluring hazelnut swirls around his dilated pupils.

if you wouldn’t have known him better than anybody else, and could read through each stone-cold expression on his face, the glimpse of undeniable lust would have passed without notice. yet, it ignited a small flame in your stomach, a feeling, you almost forgot. dominance written in the way, his calloused digits handled the movement of your body so easily, so carefully and still so eagerly. „god, you’re too beautiful to resist.“ benjamin muttered ever so quietly, more to himself than complimenting you. but the inches between your faces decreased with any given second.

and suddenly, as time ticked away and the game continued, it seemed like everything moved in slow motion until the world stopped turning. the moment, benjamin‘s chewed up lips, overthinking his decision over a hundred times and his teeth always assaulting the sensitive skin, brushed over yours. softly, but ever so eagerly to close the last gap and take what has always been his. and so, he reacted for the first time in months without letting his head decline what the pounding heart wanted. ignoring the undeniable fact that you had someone waiting at home, a boyfriend who loved you dearly but could never give you what benjamin offered.

relief washed over you, the tensed muscles relaxed under the soft pressing of his lips, flush against yours. guilt should have gnawed at your heart, but it never made an appearance. the thickness in your throat or the upset stomach never became a prominent feeling. slender arms, which turned to featherlight weight, raised, fingertips tingling with the need to touch his warm skin, ensuring yourself that the scene happened in reality and wasn’t a lustful creation of your mind.

because it didn’t matter how tightly your boyfriends arms were wrapped around you at night, you missed the ones you slept in so peacefully, so safely without a doubt.

delicate pads traced along the sharp line of his jaw towards his earlobe before finding a comfortable spot to place your soft palm against the side of his neck. fingertips immediately playing with the thin hairs, the small curls which slowly started to grow back. manicured nails carefully scratched over the smooth, sensitive spot, remembering how much he desired it when you left those long, crimson red marks over his beautiful, unblemished porcelain skin.

"i've missed how strawberries tasted on your lips." words blown into the gentle kiss, compliments and confessions about the way, he still remembered perfectly which kind of chapstick you preferred. reminding you, that the crimson-red fruit was delicious but tasted better spread out over your soft lips. easily, he had enough access to your unmoving body, sneaking his arm around your waist. calloused palm pressed firmly against the curve of your back, giving him enough freedom to push your chest closer to his aching body. the slightest touch would be enough to coax the sounds of his dry throat. he missed the lingering burns of your slender fingers, the tingles across his chest when they trailed over his defined stomach and towards the v-lines which disappeared underneath the hem of his loose jogging pants.

he should have never been so addictive, so desirable for you and yet, you were the one cheating and forgetting a man, who dearly tried to love every flaw and inch. the destroyed image of a woman, who never settled for less, who just moved cities, who carried a broken heart.

and you never felt bad in his embrace. the only thing that bothered you was the fact, that his arms never felt like benjamin’s. the bayern munich fans cheered loudly, the screams of joy echoed through the catacombs and forced the two of you apart. heads turned to the side, listening to the proud melodies, sung with their red and white hearts.

a second goal for the bundesliga team, a second goal that kicked out a fearful enemy like paris saint-germain and allowed bayern munich to move a step further towards the finals. “winning this match, and feeling your undeniable soft lips again. couldn’t be a better ending to such a horrendous week.” benjamin chuckled, so light hearted, so warm. so different to the sounds he made during the first half of the match, when he couldn’t even glance at her.

[pavardscherie]

Number 3 with Benji?💗

benjamin was ready to take the next step in his career. bayern munich always treated him good, he became a key player in their defense and played each game if he wasn't booked too many times. still, he shared his deepest thoughts with you. another country yelled his name, lured him in and promised a fight to claim another championship. benjamin was prepared to leave Germany behind and set foot into another football club, but for you, it was much more difficult.

leaving behind friends and family, moving away to another country because long distance would be the murder of your relationship. his schedule was always packed, he spent more hours away than with you together while you shared a house. it would be impossible to manage if he would be so many hours away. but you wouldn't want him to travel to another country on his own, it would break your heart to see him leave without you and knowing, he won't come back to you any time soon.

those worst-case scenarios bothered your mind for days since the night, benjamin shared his decision with you before telling the headquarters of bayern munich about it. he needed your acceptance. staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, you could not focus on the movie, benjamin picked for the date night at home. and who would he be if he didn't notice way too quickly how your mind wandered, and you disappeared from the reality into a prison of negativity.

"cherie, what's taking you away?" his gentle voice caught you off guard, immediately cutting the string of scenarios and pulling you back to the current situation. sprawled out in bed, benjamin's arm around you and used as a pillow by your head.

you did not want to ruin the mood, the little date and fruit plate he prepared with the melted chocolate in the middle. it was one of those days where he could leave the pitch earlier than the weeks before. "it's nothing, just tired." you replied, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck to hide the embarrasement spreading a deep cherry red blush across the span of your cheeks.

"it's about the upcoming transfer, isn't it? you've been awfully quiet since i've told you my decision, cherie." you didn't need to say another word, after all, you couldn't even agree with him because hurting him after accepting what he wanted or his future. trying to hide your face further in his neck, benjamin reacted way too quickly, scooting slightly away to glance at your bright red features.

"cherie, there's nothing to worry about, i told you that." he muttered, his voice so gentle, so quiet like a beautifully sung lullaby to lure you into the land of dreams. calloused fingertips caressed over your right temple, taking a thin strand of hair between his digits and brushing it back behind your ear. "i love you, i love you so so much, it's impossible to find the right words. it doesn't matter where it takes us, spain, italy or maybe england, i'm always by your side, always with you because you're my heart. cherie, you're my world, i would break apart without you."

[pavardscherie]

Jealous benji , fucking out the bratiness of y/n

look at you, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female

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

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

izzy talks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“better not waste any of the precious stuff.”

[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.

[pavardscherie]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYgTtWwR/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[pavardscherie]

Helloooooo Darling! I loved the Benji one <333 and I love Benji hehe

Could you write something about him and reader visiting his parents and things get steamy in his old bedroom? <333

a bedroom for two, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard x female summary benjamin takes you to visit his parents for a vacation, and things get steamy in his old bedroom.

izzy talks; man oh man, i'm starting to develop a very concerning crush on benji, and those cute curls. i'm really happy you liked it! and thank you for the request. all up for writing our favourite centre back! <3

i'm not writing complete smut yet, because im still practising to make it as detailed as possible ... buuut i added a little steamy stuff xd

a trip to france always had a nice melody to it. the beautiful, old buildings and several streets to walk through in a long summer dress while the warm wind blew through the hair. for her, it was more than just a loving vacation in the country.

a trip to france meant visiting maubeuge. a town with almost thirty thousand residents, surrounded by the river sambre and known for the 'Les Fortifications de Vauban' with endless widths of green grass. she's been at this place more than once, and she would come back in a heartbeat.

this time, benjamin asked her to visit his hometown and his parents, for his mother nathalie's birthday. frederic called multiple times over the past weeks, and hoped for a return of his son. with a bouquet of at least fifty red roses and a beautiful pandora necklace with swarovski stones embedded.

beautiful idea, made by both of them. and the birthday was the reason why she found herself, with benjamin's hand engulfing hers in comfortable warmth, exploring the large house that he bought for his parents. multiple rooms were almost empty, used as guest rooms if friends of the family stayed over, or benjamin brought team mates with him.

one room seemed unused since benjamin left his hometown to play at bayern munich, and it was the one at the end of the corridor. almost isolated from the guest rooms, and the staircase to the lower floor. "i lived there. it's like my teenage room." benjamin confessed, pointing a finger at the closed door.

"teenage room, huh?" she wiggled the eyebrows at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her red-coloured mouth. "did you bring girls to this room?"

"only one, and only today." the football player chuckled, walking down the corridor towards the closed door and pulling her with him. "you can feel special now." a hand placed on the doorknob, he opened it widely and revealed the embarrassing obsessions in his teenage years. multiple posters stuck to the dark blue coloured walls, disparate football players he looked up to and a couple of females, who were known as american models.

"so.." she walked inside, letting go of benjamin's hand to turn in circles and take in every corner of the room. a part of his past before moving to bayern munich. "the model typ?" a slender finger pointed at one of the victoria secret's model, presenting a white set of lingerie in an almost vulgar position.

"ah, no." the embarrassement settled in the pit of his stomach, but easily, a tint of cherry red spread across the span of his cheeks. he didn't remember the details about his former room anymore, but seeing the different females on the walls, squished between people like messi and ibrahimovic, caused a spark of bashfulness. " teenager fantasies, you know?"

benjamin gaze lifted towards the female, who inspected each detail of the room. a sweaty hand on the neck, the rough fingertips rubbed over the thin curls. "fantasies, aha." raising a single eyebrow at the state of her boyfriend, she slowly stepped further towards the double bed in the far right corner. plopping down on the comfortable mattress, she placed her hands flatly on the blanket behind her and leaned the weight on them.

"tell me more about your teenage fantasies."

benjamin lifted the head further to glance at his girlfriend, the form of her lips resembled the mischief that played in the back of her head. he knew the glimpse of smugness in the colour of his eyes, the moment when she already prepared the steps ahead, and clung to the spark of hope to receive the answer she wanted.

stepping closer to her, benjamin's hands traveled towards the pockets of his jogging pants, and slipped into the front pockets. "you're not going to laugh?"

"don't tell me you imagined taking miranda kerr home with you, and literally hoping you could rip those expensive underwear from her?" wiggling the shoulders, she already started to make fun of the fantasies that occupied benjamin's mind as a teenager.

"not funny, everybody wanted one of them. or her." he shrugged the shoulders in an attempt to wipe off the reminder of the topic, coming to a stop in front of her. as she sat on the bed, almost laid down on the blanket, benjamin towered over her. "but maybe, i can replay some of those fantasies."

reaching out for the female, his thumb caressed over her chewed-up bottom lip, and pulled it down slowly.

grazing over the soft skin, benjamin grabbed her chin between the thumb and pointer finger, tilting the head higher to connect their eyes. a smirk played on her lips, she didn’t need to give him an answer, the expression of utter smugness was enough. the red lipstick that framed her lips perfectly, was a reminder to last night when she kneeled in front of him. 

marks, smeared strokes of red, left along his shaft and tip as she tried to fit him entirely into her mouth. still, after more than two years, she‘s fighting to find a way to please him without gagging too much. „tell me about your fantasies.“ she muttered, letting herself fall backwards on the duvets. strands sprawled out like a flower bed around her, arms laid out perfectly between the smooth hair. 

from benjamin‘s position, it looked like a portrait. a picture painted by a very famous italian artist, who loved to draw roses in each picture. „how about i show you?“ running the thick fingers through the smooth curls, benjamin carefully climbed on top of her. 

with the motions of his figure, his large hand traveled a different path. rough tips danced across the goosebumps on her exposed legs until reaching the hem of the summer dress which only covered half her thighs. slipping underneath the fabric, the eyebrows furrowed when the fingers didn’t find a pair of lace panties. „what the..“ he muttered, the french accent giving the words an extra edge. 

„you expected underwear? how foolish of you.“ she giggled, the bottom lip pulled back immediately, when pavard‘s rough pads grazed her pulsating clit. the wetness pooled between her thighs, it got more difficult to listen to him when her thoughts already created multiple scenarios in her head. 

shaking his head in disbelief, the words traveled straight to the forming tent in his jogging pants. „you’re going to be the death of me, just so you know.“ the answer was unnecessary, as the fleshy fingers started to massage the bundle of nerves with more pressure than usual. she planned this, she wanted this badly, and benjamin would in to those thoughts. 

„benji, please.“ her lids fluttered close at the simplest touch of the man, she felt like pudding in his hands. „i need you, all of you, right now.“ 

watching closely how she drifted between pleasure and reality for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t help but letting the satisfied smirk spread across his face. many times, she tried to take control over the situation but one touch, one simple stroke or kiss was enough to have her beg for him. 

shuffling out of the wide jogging pants, benjamin quickly pulled his boxer shorts down as well. mentally, he praised himself for choosing the comfortable pair of bayern munich sets, instead of going for the full elegant way. „don’t make a sound, babe. i don’t want my parents to think we‘re completely messed up.“ 

hiking the fabric of the dress up further, he revealed the bare pussy. tongue darted out, and licked over the dry lips at the delicious view. juices spread with his fingers glistened around the clit in the dim light, coming from the windows. leaning above her, one hand placed beside her head to keep his weight off her body, with the other, he grabbed his shaft and guided himself to her entrance. „benji..“ 

the impatient whimpers left her mouth, as he slowly pushed the tip inside. stretching out the entrance, the now empty hand found it’s place on the other side of the head. painfully slow, to achieve the teasing whines from her, benjamin pushed himself second for second inside of her warmth. 

eyes focused on her expression, still searching for the slightest sign of pain. corner of the mouth twitched, a pleased smile wanting to push through and the eyebrows furrowed in passion. „are you good?“ the question was genuine, he always cared the most about how she felt during it. 

nodding the head repeatedly, she clutched his shoulders tightly  and pulled him down to her level. mouths merely an inch away, the hasty, warm breaths mixed together. "can you be quiet for me?"

she nodded again, not trusting the voice to speak without stuttering the words together, or needy whimpers escaping between the broken syllabeles. "i need words, baby."

benjamin felt the pulsating walls, clenching around his dick when he used the common nickname for her. she loved the sweet words, especially the spoken praises. "yes, i can be quiet for you."

"good girl." soft lips pressed a tender, featherlight kiss againts her glistening forehead, slight sweat spreading across the smooth skin. "my good girl."

praising words, a praise to always complying, and benjamin started to pull his hips back, snapping them quickly back, hoping she would be as quiet as she promised.

[pavardscherie]

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

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

score a goal for me, benjamin pavard

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

smut ahead; mention: oral, female receiving

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

"Score a goal for me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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