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Summary: Kenan’s thinks you can’t come to watch his important football game due to both of y’all’s schedules. However you manage to surprise him.

„Miss Yildiz, what a beautiful surprise that you showed up" Coach Montella spoke as he pulled me into a hug.

I don't know since when but it's gotten into a habit that everyone calls me by Kenan's last name. Not that I mind it, I quite enjoy it and to be honest Kenan does too.

Yildiz.

"Well, I try my best to support you guys" I speak as Coach Montella and I walk towards the VIP Lounge of the Allianz Stadium in Berlin.

After the Turkish National Team won 3:1 against Georgia they now play against Czechia. Normally they would play against Portugal but something came up with them and now it's Turkey vs. Czechia.

And normally I would be in New York City right now having a photos shoot for Victoria's Secret. A massive brand with a good name.

But I decided to reschedule the photo shoot. It costed me many nerves and phone calls to reschedule it but in the end I managed to do so.

I wanted to support Kenan through this entire European championship and that didn't work from the beginning on.

Because I missed the opening match against Georgia, he even scored a goal. So now I try my best to make up for it.

Kenan has always been my biggest supporter at everything you do in life. So it's only fair that I'm his biggest supporter too.

As Coach Montella talks me through the details of  today's match I can't get my mind of the fact that Kenan's ex girlfriend Karlotta will be here too.

I absolutely despise that girl not only for what she has done to Kenan but also for that she has done to me.

„So five minutes before the game ends security will walke up with you to the pitch, is that alright ?" Montella speaks looking at me for an answer.

„Absolutely, yes, thank you" I speak smiling at Kenan's coach before the man leaves.

As I walk around the VIP lounge I make myself comfortable, one hour until the game stars and two hours till the game ends.

My outfit was simple but yet elegant, knowing that Kenan prefers if I walk around more elegantly than slutty.

After plugging my phone into the charger I open my Spotify playlist, good thing that these VIP boxes are sound proof.

Not so sound proof when Kenan fucks me in here though...

Opening the refrigerator I pull out a redbull and wash myself some fruits like strawberries and cranberries.

After placing them nicely on a plate I walk to the couch and let myself fall on it.

Gosh, sitting feels good.

I grab my iPad from my handbag and start to work online.

~

As planned I got done with everything I had on my to do list for today.

As I stood up I looked down at the pitch, the Turkish National team singing their national anthem.

Kenan was the tallest player in the team, he was also starting in the first eleven lineup. After finishing singing they positioned them for team pictures.

In the first one Kenan had the post serious face ever, probably because he thinks I'm in New York and not here at his game.

The second picture turned out more motivated, still his smile dropped instantly as the cameras got away from his face.

The Czech people took their time with their national anthem as well as with taking pictures.

While Kenan positioned himself on the pitch the Czech players waved as fans.

Kenan made a quick prayer and so did Arda and Hakan.

All three of them praying for good luck on the match.

During their prayers the commentators of the match called up the line up from both teams. First Czechia then Turkey.

I looked at the big screen and let a a high pitched yell as I saw Kenan's name on it. The stadium loosing it too as soon as they saw him.

Kenan looked up to the VIP box where I was sitting every few minutes, before and during the match.

It's like he knows I'm here. I know that he possibly can't even see me from down there but my gut feeling tells me he does.

Kenan has this gift to spot me whenever I am, he just feels my presence.

As the referee whistled the first half of the game started. Clearly Turkey had more dominance.

In minute 25 Bariș Alper Yilmaz scored.

Two minutes later Kenan scored.

The stadium went loud fans jumped up and down yelling his name. Kenan held up both his hand and then placed on his heart. Dedicating his goal to the Turkish fans.

Clapping both of my hands together I smile down at the football field.

With that Kenan breaks Cristiano Ronaldo his record. What a great success he achieved for his career.

I pull out my phone making photos of the remarkable moment.

Then seven minutes after Kenan scored Arda scores.

3:0 it stands.

Turkish fans are going wild while Czech fans are watching their team loose.

Coach Montella jumps up exited and kisses each of the three guys on their heads, hugging each of them.

Fifteen more minutes pass and then the first half ends. 3:0 for Turkey.

~

"Miss Yildiz, it's time to head to the field" the security guard spoke as he pulled me out of my thoughts.

I sept half break arguing with Karlotta and how she should just leave me and Kenan alone because she and he are in the PAST.

But what if they aren't, and he just lies to me ?

I gather myself following the security guard.

4:0 for Turkey, Hakan scored a goal in the second half which is about to end in exactly five minutes.

As we passed trough different VIP boxes and different hallways I finally was on the pitch.

Behind the barrier but close enough.

And like always it didn't even took Kenan more than thirty seconds to spot me.

He was on the other end of the field and immediately came up running towards me.

The referee had whistled a minute ago so the match was over.

As the cameras focussed on Kenan running towards you fans and commentators applauded at the two of you.

Kenan was not wearing his jersey anymore he pulled it off himself as a form of celebration, so did the rest of the Turkish national team.

Jumping over the barrier he pulled you into his arms giving you thousands of kisses on your forehead.

"Kenan" I chuckled between laughs.

"Did you watch the whole match ?" He asks out of breath.

"Yes Baby, and I'm beyond proud of you" with that Kenan pulls you into a kiss.

I didn't care if he tastes like sweat or even smells like it I just wanted to feels his lips against mine.

The fans going crazy loud even congratulating Kenan on pulling such a beautiful girl like you.

Kenan he let go of you.

"I love you, that's the best surprise you could ever do for me" not even letting me time to respond he crashed his lips on mine again, depending the kiss.

One of his hands had a firm grip on my jaw while his other hand travelled down to my lower back.

Totally worth rescheduling my photoshoot.

Fans were busy taking photos of the two of you and so were you and Kenan.

He's the biggest golden retriever boyfriend ever so he absolutely adores posing for pictures with you.

As he gave you a kiss on your forehead you closed your eyes enjoying the moment.

What a luck that your camera went off in that exact minute. The most wholesome picture ever of the two of you just got made by your phone.

I’m sorry for the long wait girl but I’ve had a dozen requests to write!! Anyways have fun readying lovely ;). I had to keep it short because I didn’t knew if you’d like it as a chapter is just as an preference 😭

You looked at the game that was playing in front of you. Portugal VS. Turkey. For some it was clear from the beginning that Portugal will win.

Still your boyfriend Kenan hoped that Turkey would win, but he soon realised, and that was after their own goal against themselves, that Turkey will loose.

You sat in the VIP Box Kenan arranged for you, and even up from there you could see his depressed face. Arda, who sat next to him, didn’t look happy either.

During halftime you heard lots of Turkish fans shouting at Montella, cussing at him.

“HOW COULD HE PUT THIS 11 AGAINST PORTUGAL”

“Why didn’t Kenan and Arda play from the beginning”

“Their own coach is against them”

“If Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning we would have won”

“The score would have been different if Montella had a fucking brain and put Kenan in from minute one on”

And lots of other comments you don’t wanna rewind. As the referee called the game over you immediately got up walking down on the pitch to Kenan.

The thing about Kenan is that he is determined to win, he gives his best and everyone knows and sees that. But if his team won’t cooperate that it gets worse for him. He gets mad at his colleagues and at his Coach, who for once didn’t put him into the first 11 starting lineup.

Although Kenan is a very optimistic person who life lightens up your moods he is the complete opposite when he looses.

As you passed soßen or fans who try to take pictures with you or your Autogramm, some even grab you by your arm, you continue ignoring them all. Knowing very well that if you’re not next to Kenan he will loose it at some point.

Jumping over the fence Kenan immediately walked up to you, the who of you walking faster and faster to reach each other more quickly.

As your arms wrapped around his neck he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Picking you up slightly as his arm wrapped around your waist he took in your scent.

You’re wearing his favourite perfume of yours. The two of you didn’t talk, just stood there.

You noticed that his grip around your waist got harder whether Portugal fans laughed at the Turkish national team. “Booing” them on, and making fun of the team.

Everyone in that stadium knew that if Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning the score would have looked different.

“Deep breaths” You whisper at Kenan.

Trying your best to calm him down you signalled to his Coach that the security should get the stadium cleaned out.

It’s not that Kenan is a weak person who stars crying when he losses it’s rather that he losses his temper when he looses.

He doesn’t allow himself to lose or fail at anything and when opponent fans get on his nerves he quickly jumps at them.

It happens once during a game of Juventus, media still suspects when Kenan will loose it again like a maniac.

After five more minutes standing like that the Stadium was quiet, no fans, no referees, no other players and no coaches in sight.

Kenan’s ears were covered by your arms because of the way you two hugged each other.

You slowly let go of him looking deep into his eyes.

“You did your best Kenan” you say, giving him a lovely smile.

He played just 30 minutes and that with Arda just playing 20 minutes beside him. What is he supposed to do 1 VS. 11 ?

“If I had played better during practice Coach would have put me in from the beginning” he walks towards the bench for substitute players, sitting down on it.

“You know that’s not true, it wasn’t your fault that you hurt yourself during practice even that shows how passionate you are about your sport” You stood on the pitch walking towards a football.

“EM 2024” was written on it.

Kenan looks up at you, smiling for the first time ever that day.

“Common 1 VS. 1” you say before passing the ball to Kenan.

Instantly getting up from the bench he throws you his jersey, you didn’t care if it was covered with sweat you still wore it.

A topless Kenan stood in front of you, abs showing perfectly.

The two of you started playing together. And although Kenan hates losing he loves losing to you.

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Summary: Kenan’s jealousy quickly turns into angry Sex.

Kenan has never been jealous of anyone in his live, expect the guys that go to University with you. That get to see you everyday nearly ten hours straight. All dresses up looking like a doll.

Right now the two of you were having a heated argument because these many guys at University keep texting you, they don't know that you're Boyfriend is Kenan Yildiz and you want to keep it that way. You know how peoples behaviour changes as soon as they know who your boyfriend is and passing High School with that kind of attention was already mentally hard enough on you.

The problem is that Kenan doesn't want to understand why you wouldn't want to tell them that you have a boyfriend. He thinks you're going to cheat on him with some guy. For months these fights have been going on and the 6.860,53 km distance between New York City, where you're going to University, and Turin, where Kenan is living due to playing for the best club in Italy Juventus Turin, doesn't make things any easier for you two. Your whole life you had control over everything but since you're in a relationship with Kenan things get worse sometimes. You can't go from having control of everything to having control over nothing every couple weeks. You're sick of it, if he wants to claim you as his he should take control over both of your lives like a real man does, just at certain points though.

"What do you want then ?" Kenan yelled at you, clearly frustrated.

"What do I want?"

I repeat his question as our bodies become still. His expression darkens as he waits for his instructions. I think over the words for a second to find that the answer is simple.

"I want you to take control" I replied.

He quirks his head to the side, taking in my words.

"My whole life has consisted of me being in control. With you, I get to just let go. I don't have to think"

The words come easily and they couldn't be more true. With Kenan, I get to feel free as he takes over, directing me to where I never knew I wanted to be.

I watch for his reaction as he sits there, seeming to chew over my words. His brows pinch together as he searches my eyes. I can tell it's what he really wants but he's afraid to cross a line with me. Kenan likes being in control and I know it.

"Are you sure?" He asks and a devious smile starts to play at his lips.

His words are a warning. It's my last chance to back out from what he has planned but I don't even think twice.

"I'm sure" I reply.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get" and that infamous grin of his slowly spreads across his face, making my heart rate kick up again.

Oh God, what did I do...

One thing about our relationship is that after every heated argument we have sex. It just comes naturally.

He brings his lips to mine, gently kissing the small scar on my lip. He cups the side of my face, brushing his thumb lightly over the fading bruise on my jaw. At that moment, I see nothing but care in his eyes but that look quickly switches to lust and my hands grip at the front of his sweatshirt in anticipation.

"We might need a safe word for what I have planned" Kenan says and suddenly I'm on my back.

Was that a joke?

"Hold this" he brings one of my hands up to the headboard and then does the same with the other. "Don't let go" he demands and my hands grip tightly as I follow his directions, my body already reacting to his words.

Kenan sits up between my legs, looking down at my vulnerable position as he trails one finger across the strip of skin peaking out above my shorts. My hips lift towards his touch.

I want that hand between my legs.

"Patience" Kenan answers my thoughts and runs the finger back in the other direction and my belly tightens at the core. The hardness between his legs barely grazes me through my shorts and I can feel myself getting wet already.

I need pressure against me...something.

He takes his sweatshirt off followed by the tank top underneath. I want to run my fingers over the tan skin of his lean stomach and chest but instead my fingers just tighten their grip on the headboard.

His hands grip my hips and he sits there for a few seconds before he slowly starts grinding himself against me. I watch the muscles in his arms flex and then trail my eyes down to that delicious V-Line that dips into the waistband of his pants. The friction feels incredible and I match the circular motions with my hips. His eyes watch me intently as I enjoy the relief but soon I realize it only ignites the want in me even more.

Suddenly, the heat of his body is on mine as he leans over, his palms pressed into the bed on either side of my head. My legs wrap around Kenan his waist as he thrusts his hips hard just one time, causing a moan escapes my mouth as my back arches.

Holy shit...I need him

"Don't worry, I'll be inside you soon" he breathes against my neck and I turn my head, exposing more skin for him.

"But first..." his lips brush me lightly.."I'm going to fuck you with my mouth" his tongue trails from the base of my neck up.

Yes, please....

"And if you..." he lays a kiss on my collar bone.

"move your hands..." kiss.

"there will be consequences.." kiss.

He trails down my body with his mouth, making me squirm.

But do I want the consequences?

"And what might those be, Mr. Yildiz?"

His eyes flick up to mine as he nips at the skin directly above my shorts with his teeth.

"Move your hands and find out" he dares me with a dark look and I can't seem to budge under his glare.

"I'll get you to move eventually" Kenan smirks and slowly pulls my shorts off.

I feel the air hit the wetness between my legs as he spreads my legs apart.

His arms wrap under my thighs, holding me in place as I try not to squirm under his stare.

He drags his tongue agonizingly slow from my entrance to my clit and my hips instantly lift to meet his mouth.

"Mmmm" the moan slips past my lips as I watch his tongue circle me, his eyes watching my reaction. My legs start to shake already.

I was ready far before he even started and I feel myself teetering on the brink as his mouth does wonderful things.

Kenan moves fast and hard, only to then suddenly slow his pace, applying only the slightest bit of pressure as he flicks over the bundle of nerves over and over. The feeling becomes almost too intense as the tightness builds in the pit of my stomach.

He moves his hand from under my thighs to between my legs and I know I'm about to lose it. Kenan watches my face as he slides two fingers in me, again flicking his tongue over my clit to add to the sensation.

"Oh God yesss" my back arches and without thinking my hand leaves the headboard, sliding into his hair, attempting to guide where I want him.

His mouth and hand leaves me and he sits up, leaving me panting and confused.

I was so close...

"Breaking the rules already" he flips me onto my hands and knees. Leaning his body over mine, his hand wr aps into my hair and pulls my head back.

"Put your hands on that headboard" he demands and I reach my hands up, gripping it again.

"How should I punish you" he pulls my head back a little harder with his mouth against my ear. I push my ass against him, begging for anything he wants to give me.

I never knew dominance was such a turn on for me...

Reaching his free hand around my waist and between my legs, he circles his finger around the sensitive bud, biting down on my lobe with his teeth.

This is punishment?

"Yess" I move my hips with the motions of his hand, feeling his breath against my neck.

"You want to come?" He asks.

"Please" his hands keep me right of that cliff, hanging by a thread. If he went a little faster, I would fall into sweet oblivion.

"Too bad you didn't listen to the rules" his finger slows and I want to scream.

"No no no" the words spill out of my mouth.

Normally begging would have gotten me exactly what I wanted but this time he showed me that there were consequences.

"Don't. Move." Kenan's tone was hard. His body leaves mine and I grip my hands tighter, trying to catch my breath.

The lights turn off, leaving only the small amount of illumination from the street lamps outside peaking in through the window.

I look behind me but I can't really see what Kenan's doing and all my senses are heighten ten fold.

The bed dips down and I feel his heat from behind again.

"I suggest you listen this time if you want to come" he speaks up.

His hands squeeze my ass and I can feel the tip of him resting against my entrance. I try to push back onto him but he pulls away, making me groan in frustration.

"Kenan, please" my head drops. I need to feel him inside me. I crave the fullness so much, it hurts.

My hands aches to move off the headboard, knowing I could make myself come in two seconds.

"You sound so sexy when you beg" he enjoys every minute of this. Of me being so needy for him. I can almost hear the smirk on his face.

Go fuck yourself

His hand slides up the curve of my back while the other glides his dick up and down the wetness of my swollen center.

My breath hitches as he brushes my bundle of nerves before sliding back to my opening, sending electric shocks through my body.

"Fuckkkk" Kenan's groans at the sensation of my slickness against his head and the primal sound coming from him sends shivers through me.

Giving into my plea, his hips finally push forward, allowing just a small amount of his thickness to enter me. A hiss leaves his mouth as I pulse around him and a small cry falls from my lips.

"Damn it, just fuck me" the demand leaves my lips without thought. I don't even recognize who I am in the moment. I'm a puddle of need and I can't take another second of teasing.

A deep, husky laugh comes from behind me.

Yeah, I bet you're enjoying every second of this torture..

"Are you ready to listen?" He pushes forward just a little more and I nod my head vigorously, biting down on my lip to keep the moans at bay.

"Answer me" he growls and his palm connects with my ass, the pain turns to pleaure instantly.

"Are you going to show everyone who you belong to ? Who left all those marks on your neck"Kenan was being dead serious, I knew that if I wouldn't answer him he'd be too rough on me.

"Yes" I scream out and he chooses that moment to sink into me fully. My breath sucks in as my walls stretch to accommodate his size.

One hand reaches up, wrapping into my hair as the other grips my shoulder. He pushes his length in as deep as he can and stays there, my nails digging into wood.

"Fuck" he groans, gliding back out slowly before slamming back in. My head whips back and I lock my arms to take the force of him as he continues to push into me over and over.

I can barely catch my breath trying to keep up with him but he never slows.

"You feel so fucking good, Love" He twists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back towards him as his hips hit against my ass.

My mouth opens but only moans come out. Him praising me almost brings me over the edge.

His hand slaps my ass once again and it only increases the overwhelming feelings ripping through my body, his pace quickening.

"Yes,Kenan, yes" my walls tighten around him as the orgasm builds.

"Don't you come unless I tell you to" he lays his body over mine.

What the fuck ?

He's never demanded this from me. I feel the heat from his chest against my back and he reaches under me, ripping my shirt down to expose my chest.

His body keeps moving furiously against mine as he rolls my hard nipple between his fingers.

"Oh my god" my muscles tighten. I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer.

Tell me I can come, please..

His breaths come fast next to my ear and his mouth assaults my neck. Licking and sucking up the side, I see his eyes watching me lose control.

The hand on my breast then travels slowly between my legs.

Nope, not going to be able to hold back....

"You wait," Kenan demands, wrapping his other hand around my neck and pulling my face to his. His eyes connect with mine as he circles my clit, daring me to even try letting go without permission.

My eyes squeeze shut.

Oh God I can't do it...

"Common Baby, stay with me," I open my eyes and his mouth crashes to mine as his grasp tightens slightly around my neck. Our tongues intertwine as he swallows my moans. The feeling of his thickness inside me, his finger between my legs, his mouth on mine.. it all mixes together in perfect harmony.

This man is a god.

"Come" one simple word calmly spoken against my lips, my body ignites and I cry out in his mouth as it tears through me. It feels like a million tiny fireworks explode inside.

Beginning in my core, slowly spreading down my legs and arms, finally reaching the very tips of my fingers.

"Good girl" he grins, watching me fall apart as he continues pounding into me, milking every last drop of the climax.

Kenan knows exactly what those specific words do to me.

"My" he thrust into me hard.

"Good" again.

"Girl" this time with more force.

My hands fall from the headboard as my body collapses. I couldn't hold on any longer if I tried but it doesn't seem to bother him.

My chest now flat against the bed, he lifts my ass in the air. He glides in and out, gripping my hips and the new slow pace is a whole new, tortuous feeling.

"Sweetheart" he groans out, his fingers biting at my waist. He's losing his control and it's sexy as hell. My hands grip the sheets and I bury my moans into the bed, my whole body shakes from head to toe.

"I'd like to fuck this little ass of yours," his thumb circles juices over my back end, slightly pressing down. The sensation is foreign but amazing.

My head turns to look at him as I watch him slowly rock in and out of me while he teases my ass. He's biting that full bottom lip of his, making me want to take it in my mouth and suck on it.

"You're not quite ready for that yet" Kenan continues stroking his thumb and my belly starts tightening again already.

I never knew that felt so goood…

"Are you ready for this?" He presses the thick digit in slightly and my instinct is to pull away but he pumps his hips and the feeling becomes sexual instead of invasive.

I moan out as he presses a little further. I find myself pushing into his hand instead of pulling away.

I just keep surprising myself...

"You like that, don't you?" Kenan kicks off the speed of his finger and his thrusts and I can't believe I'm ready to burst again. This man is not human.

"I can't- Kenan, god" My Eyes start tearing up. I knew he'd be rough, but never that he'd be this rough. This one is coming on fast and furious.

"You can love, you're doing so good for me" Kenan spoke out, meaning every single word he says.

There is no time to prepare or hold back. I slam my ass back at his hips, taking in the feeling of his thumb hooked in my ass.

"Come with me Baby" he groans and we release together, this one just as spectacular as the one before it, and I collapse. I have absolutely nothing left in me. His body lays on mine as he catches his breath.

He brushes the hair away from my face, laying half on me and half on the bed. He lays kisses down my jaw line. "Mmmmmm" is all I manage to get out.

"Next time..." he grazes his teeth against my neck, leaving more love bites.

"I'm fucking you at University" Kenan speaks out, and I know very well that he's being serious.

Summary: you have to go to Prom by yourself because Kenan has an important game with Juventus.

Today was your Prom day, you were beyond exited as you woke up to your alarm ringing.

Although your boyfriend Kenan won't be your date tonight due to a match he has to play today for Juventus  you decided to make the best out of your day. You got out of your bed and entered your bathroom.

The first thing you did was taking a shower, standing in front of you bathroom mirror you took of your Victoria's Secret pyjama set folding it together and laying it on your bed.

You took of your bra and your panties throwing them into you dirty laundry basket and saw all the love bites Kenan gave you, followed by bruises. He was passionate about you and he showed it to you at every opportunity he gets. You smiled to yourself. After you stepped into the shower you applied your curly hair routine. You were never really confident with your curly hair but since you're dating Kenan he showed you the beauty of them, so now you take care of them as good as you can. After putting in leave in conditioner in your hair you used your favourite body scrub and after another ten minutes you were done showering. Next step was makeup and putting on your dress, of course not forgetting to style your hair.

~

You took a final glance at yourself before leaving your room. The dress you chose is a little more daring. It is tight fitting and captures your figure perfectly, the neckline goes down to your belly button and it has an open back.

Normally, you dress more conservatively since you started dating Kenan out of respect for him and his faith, Islam, but you noticed that Kenan prefers it when you dress more openly.

You fixed one strand of hair and applied your lipgloss. You put on the diamond necklace Kenan gifted you for your birthday. It was iced out, and it had a star on it, the form of a star actually. It's kind of a hidden message between you and Kenan. His last name "Yildiz" means "star" in English. Of course everyone who sees you with him on galas or events with that necklace around your neck knows that you're his, the hickeys giving you two away. But he didn't care and neither did you.

Grabbing your clutch you walked down the stairs of your Parent's mansion.

Even on your special day your parents weren't home due to their work. Your dad, he's the CEO of Bugatti while your Mom the CEO of Bentley is. You were used to be invisible for them but Kenan never was like that. But suddenly since a few months he's been treating you the same, like you're invisible. Still you tried to best to show patience with him. He's a famous professional footballer player, it was clear from the beginning that you won't have his attention 24/7.

~

You arrived at your destination within 20 minutes due to traffic. Your phone ringed a view times while driving but you ignored it. At the end of the day you will be happy that this day has passed. As you parked your car you heard your classmates wowing at your arrival, you saw them taking pictures of your car and you noticed jealous faces everywhere. You stepped out of your car and not even a minute later you ex boyfriend Brody stood next to you.

"Wanna be my prom date ?" He asked smirking at you.

"No Brody" you walked towards the entrance with Brody following you. He stood in from of you „no boyfriend tonight ?" you closed your eyes breathing in and out, you were about to punch him in his face.

„No Brody" you answered briefly before entering the ball room. You looked out for you best friend Kylie, but she was no where to be found. There were arranged seat plans for everyone so you looked where you name was written on. And no surprise, your parents made sure to book the best seat for you, the most expensive one.

The music was loud and everyone was having fun, everyone expect you, this was supposed to be the most fun night of your life and there you were: sitting on your seat, alone, not dancing and not talking to anyone. All the money in the world but alone.

You jumped as you felt two hands on your shoulders, Brody again.

"Common let's dance, it's not like your boyfriend is gonna show up, and even when he does, temper last time at the party ? He took all the attention and everyone was drooling over him" you wanted to yell at Brody but he did have a point. Still, you rejected him.

"Brody just leave me alone" you spat at him, grabbing your white wine and getting up from your chair you walked towards the elevator pressing the button to call it down.

~

As you walked out of the elevator you found yourself at the rooftop, you instantly shivered due to the cold weather, but you loved the silence you had up there. You pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. You took a sip of your drink while looking up at the starry sky.

Kenan, you immediately thought of Kenan, the stars reminded you of him. You felt tears building up in your eyes. You don't know why your so emotional all of a sudden, but you accepted it, because you though that you're all alone and that no one's watching you having a break down. Your phone ringed but you ignored it. "Whoever it is can wait" you thought,you heard a loud engine roaring and people yelling excitedly. You groaned annoyed of every possible noise and person.

As the cheering crowd got louder you got up from your seat but when you looked down you saw no one. You leaned down a little more on the cold railing, your wine glass in your left hand. Everything looked so tiny, the streets were filled with cars and people, office workers were still in the buildings working their ass off. You wanted to sit back down but you were comfortable with leaning down so you just didn't move.

You don't know how long you had laid down like that but as soon as you heard the elevator ding you turned around quickly. You expected it to be everyone, literally everyone, but as the doors opened Kenan stepped out of the elevator. He was dressed up in a suit with a black tie.

You smiled slightly, he hates to wear ties because he doesn't know how to tie them. He smiled at you,as he was waking towards you and started walking towards him. The two of you  hugged each other for a long time both not wanting to let go. He smelled your scent while his hands rested on your lower back.

"Hey" he mumbled against your head. Kenan was a whole head taller then you when you had heels on, when you don't the is a head and a half taller then you.

"Hi" you replied briefly, not for any reason, just that you had missed him and didn't wanna let go.

"I'm sorry I know how I treated you the last couple of months and it's not fair, I should have focused on you as much as on my career" he blurred out, apologising to you. You smiled, he didn't see that because still you were hugging him your head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat. Before the two of you got into a serious relationship Kenan promised to you that he will focus on you as much as he focuses on his career. You felt bad, you knew that he tries hard to make you feel good all the time while building his career, every match that he plays counts.

"What about your match ?"  You asked him looking in his eyes.

"Did everything in my power and postponed it by a few hours" he looked down at you. Your heart melted at his words. Without hesitation you kissed him on the lips, Kenan was the one who depended the kiss not letting you go, but you were out of breath so you had to push him away a little bit.

"I would have loved to watch you play Baby, it's not like I was enjoying prom anyway" you said the truth, whenever Kenan had a game you paused everything around you just so you could be there for him.

"I know you would but I wanted to surprise you. Let's go and celebrate your prom together" he pulled you towards the elevator, making you laugh.

"Kenan no they'll all be drooling over you" you played hard to get.

"Who said I was talking about celebrating here ? Oh no my love we're going away for celebration, any wish of you and I'll make it come true" the elevator doors opened and he pulled you in.

"A kiss would be nice" and in the exact same second Kenan closed the distance between the two of you, kissing you, taking away your breath.

"And a Birkin bag would be nice" you joked at him, however he did not.

"Anything my lady wants" he smiled at you

✮ dad to be Kenan, who carries everything while you're pregnant, not that he didn't when you were not. But not he's just super extra careful.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who seventy hopes that the two of you are having a son so that he can teach him how to play football and how to treat woman right.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who buys the most expensive baby equipment, everything that you child could possibly need.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who thinks of names almost every dad.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who started putting away dangerous things around the Mansion, like knifes, before the baby even arrived.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who immediately called his best friends Arda and Can to tell them the news that the two of you are having a baby together.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who trains even harder than he already does. In mission to achieve way more success and money than he already has. So the three of you can continue living this glorious lifestyle.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who demands that guy stop going to work after you've had the baby and while you're pregnant these nine months. Due to the fact that he knows too much stress is not good for pregnant women.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who got more protective of you the second you told him that you're pregnant.

✮ dad to be Kenan, who bought books for couples that are expecting their first child to be better informed when the baby arrives.

✮husband Kenan, who threw the biggest wedding party. Letting you spend as much money as you want to. Main thing for him is that he gets to call you his wife.

✮ husband Kenan, who booked three whole months of Honeymoon. All over different places in the world. Booked in the best hotels, with tourist activities yk do while you're there.

✮ husband Kenan, who never takes off his wedding ring, even during matches he wears it. Sometimes getting confronted about it with the referee that guides the game.

✮ husband Kenan, who loves being married to you more then anything else is his life.

✮ husband Kenan, who just looks forward to come home to you after training, his wife, and cuddle with you taking in your scent.

✮ husband Kenan, who always reaches out for you hand, holding it and playing with the big rock on your finger, your wedding ring, whenever he's nervous.

✮ husband Kenan, who supports every single decision of you, being the most gentle men you've ever met.

✮ husband Kenan, who looses his temper way to fast when someone is being disrespectful towards his wife in the slightest way possible.

✮ husband Kenan, who buys you fresh flowers every single week, for years now, never letting it slip. And he also plans dates night every two weeks. He wants to keep the marriage of you two active. Not like other couples who give up on each other easily after being married for just a year.

✮husband Kenan, who financially supports and covers everything by himself. He's a huge gentleman and thinks no woman ever should have to pay for anything.

✮ dad Kenan, who was the first person to home y'all's baby. Shearing tears as he got a look at the beautiful face of the baby.

"Thank you for blessing me with such a beautiful baby" was the first thing he said after you gave birth.

✮ das Kenan, who let's you sleep from night to morning. Taking care of the baby himself, he knows how tired you are so he wants to make sure you rest. It doesn't matter if he's tired too, you and the baby are his priority.

"Shhhh, you're going to wake up your beautiful mommy, everything's alright, daddy's here"

✮ dad Kenan, who takes your kid as often so training or to matches as he can. He wants to have his family with him before, during and after the game.

✮ dad Kenan, who buys every toy in store that your child touches or even looks long at.

"What am I gonna do with my money if I don't spend it on our kid ?"

✮ dad Kenan, who calls you and the baby over FaceTime every single morning and night when he has to be away for important matches.

✮ dad Kenan, who thought your son how to play football at an early age. Also how to treat a woman right.

"Look mommy they're for you" your son said happily, holding a bouquet of flowers ins his petite hands.

✮ dad Kenan, who gets on father mode as soon as he sees a boy having interest in you daughter. Teaching her all about their lies and how to manipulate them.

"So if he tells you that he's not looking for anything serious, he mean that he's not looking for anything serious WITH YOU, he's still going to mess around with other woman. So she best thing you're going to do is cut off ties with him".

✮ dad Kenan, who learned to be patient on a whole different level since being a father.

✮ dad Kenan, who turns into a literal lawyer when someone is having a problem with your child, or when they're accusing them of something. In the end you child stays untouchable due to Kenan.

Summary: You and Kenan have been in an on-off relationship for half a year now. If it would be up to Kenan he would have gone public with you. But you're against it, maybe because you're such a pessimistic person, or maybe before you're insanely tense all the time due to the fact that you're parents are well know celebrities so you have to be perfect 24/7. But mostly because you care what everyone around you thinks about me more then you care about your own well being. 

+18!!

Currently Kenan and I are at en Event, hosted by Porsche. He kept talking to me about going public during this event and how that'd be such a hit to announce it.

"You need to stop worrying about what everything thinks" he says, still chuckling as he helps me wipe the table.

We've spilled a cup of water over it, I was drowning in embarrassment even though no one seemed to notice.

Why do I care so much?

He's so lucky he can have complete control over a situation but then let go and laugh in the moment at the same time. I want that balance.

"I don't know how to do that, Kenan. I care what people think. I need to be in control of my surroundings and never fuck up. I've never let anyone see me slip" I don't know why I'm telling him all this. Maybe because this is what I really want from him. Not an on/off relationship.

"Maybe that's what my dream meant, letting go in front of people" I say out loud to myself as the epiphany hits me.

Crap, I said that out loud...

Kenan pestered me all morning about this damn dream I refused to tell him. I don't even want to know what came out of my mouth while I slept to make him so curious.

"Wait wait wait..." he puts his hand up and a huge smirk spreads across his face.

"Letting go...in front of people?" His eyes meet mine, and I see him trying to piece it all together.

"Just let it gooooo" I try to act unaffected but inside I'm praying he doesn't guess correctly.

"We messed around in front of people, didn't we?" Kenan asked me.

I want to slap the grin right off his stupid face. I turn my head, avoiding his gaze. I'm a horrible liar and I'm sure my skills aren't going to suddenly be any better. Unfortunately, he takes my silence as confirmation.

He doesn't act like I thought he would, like any other man probably would. He sat there, deep in thought as he worked it all out in his head.

"You just ranted how you can't let go and you care too much about what people think" He's saying this more to himself.

"Then you connected that to your dream, where we fooled around in front of people, which you enjoyed" he added with a wink, "and that helped you release control" he looks at me to confirm his analysis.

"Yeah, I guess" I shrug my shoulders.

His expression goes thoughtful again only now his accompanied by a devious smirk.

Oh greaaattttt

"So, that's all you need for me to help you?

Public displays of affection" His emerald green eyes drop to my lips. "I can help you with that" he adds, smirking at me.

"And how do you plan on doing that, Kenan?

Fucking me right here on this table in front of all these people?" I ask sarcastically under my breath, rolling my eyes, but I'm surprised how just the thought makes me hot.

"No..." he says and his stare makes me squirm in my seat, "but I can make you come in front of all these people."

My eyes go wide but quickly I laugh and brush off his words as a joke.

"Sure, ok Kenan" I wave my hand, not taking him seriously. He couldn't possibly be serious.

I mean, I wouldn't put it past him but really?

In front of all these people ?

We are sitting at the table in the middle of the Gala/Event room. There's no hiding from all the pair of eyes. I turn around, looking at everyone as they drink their over priced wine , sharing the stories of their exciting weekends.

"I'm serious...get over here" I turn back around and he points to the seat next to him.

He switches between personalities like nothing

I've ever seen. Sometimes I wonder if I should be concerned I'm involved with a sociopath.

A sexy ass sociopath...

I slide out of my place and sit to the chair next to his side, sitting to the left of him, now facing the crowded Bar Theke. I'm already worried that someone saw me switch positions. If that bothers me, how am I suppose to have an orgasm?

He looks down at me, noticing my nervous breathing and my eyes darting around the room.

"You need to relax" he whispers against my ear as his hand slides onto the top of my leg. The excitement of the situation makes my stomach clench and my heart kicks up.

What if someone notices ?

I take a breath to try gain control. I remember the dream I had and how good it felt to not care what people think and release myself completely to him.

"Do you trust me?" Kenan asks with a smirk and my eyes fly to his at the familiar words. His hand finds its way between my legs and rubs slowly over the jean fabric.

"Yes" I nod, my eyes half closing at the feeling already and his hands aren't even fully against me. But I quickly remember where I am again and my eyes fly open.

"If you don't let go, this isn't going to work" his fingers undo the buttons of my pants, pulling the zipper down slowly, revealing pink, lace panties.

Ok, breathe...

I try to relax, sliding my body down in the seat slightly, opening my legs to allow him access.

My left hand squeezes the side of the seat and my right grips his leg in anticipation.

Kenan wastes no time slipping his hand under the lace, his middle finger gliding down the slickness and straight into me. I suck a breath in, my hips lifting up from the unexpected feeling.

I glance at him, my lips parted as his hand works against me. He watches me, biting his lip, rolling it between his teeth. From the look in his eyes, he's enjoying every second of this public display.

I look away from his glare to gain my composure. I have to try to look unaffected or someone will notice something is going on.

Shit this is hard...

"I can tell this turns you on" his breath hits my neck and his finger now circles the sensitive bud. A small moan escapes my mouth, confirming what he's saying and my hands grip harder.

I swear my teeth are about to tear a hole in my lip to keep the noises in.

He continues to watch my face, completely engrossed in my reaction to what he's doing.

The fact that he gets so turned on by this, only intensifies the feeling of it all.

My eyes start to drift close as the tightness builds inside. I begin to shut out the people in the room, the noise of mundane conversation.

I focus on him and the electricity running through me.

I'm giving up control and it feels fantastic. Only me and Kenan exist in that moment.

"Kenan!" My eyes fly open to see a well dressed older man approaching the table.

Oh shit...

I expected Kenan to remove his hand but he leaves it there and just leans forward so our laps are covered. I follow his movements and lean forward as well, slapping a fake smile on my flushed face.

"Mr. Müller, how are you?" He greets the man sounding completely normal.

"I'm good, thanks. We miss you at FC Bayern" the man actually sits across from us and my body straightens up while I give Kenan a 'take your fucking hand out of my pants' glare.

He doesn't budge. That stupid grin spreads across his face and I know he's about to take advantage of this situation.

"I miss you guys over there, too" he says genuinely as his finger slowly starts moving again.

N0000000...

I'm gonna kill him..

At least from the man's point of view, it probably just looks like we're holding hands under the table.

"I'm so sorry, I'm being rude. This is my girlfriend, Y/N" my head turns too fast towards him, making the older gentleman jump.

Girlfriend??

"Love, this is Mr. Thomas Müller. He plays for FC Bayern" he smiles innocently and I start shaking my head but he decides then to sink two fingers in me.

My breath hitches, not expecting the sudden jolt and I have to keep my eyes from shutting.

"Ooohh ok, I think I remember you mentioning that" I try to recover but my words come out breathless and weak.

"It's so nice to meet you" I try to squeeze my legs together on his hand but it doesn't work. It only fuels him.

"Girlfriend, huh?" The man quirks his eyebrow and smiles." I never thought you would make time in your life for some pleasure, Kenan.

„Good for you" the man reaches over and slaps Kenan's shoulder as he smiles at me.

I offer a cheesy smile back, nodding my head but the feelings going on down below are inhibiting my concentration.

Kenan  just called me his girlfriend..

There's a stranger at our table and his hands are down my pants..

Never a dull moment with this man..

"Yeah, I really try to make time for pleasure these days" he emphasizes the word by flicking his thumb over my clit and a moan sneaks out.

The man looks at me oddly and Krnan stifles a laugh. "I agree, pleasure is important. You know what they say,all work and no play.. right, Baby" I glare at him and I can see he's surprised at my sudden composure.

Like I said before, I don't let people see me slip easily. He'll have to work harder to get that to happen.

He searches my face for a second, and just nods in agreement with what I said. I thought I threw him off his game but it triggered something inside him.

His fingers are deep in me but he doesn't move them, only slowly circling my bud with his thumb. He gradually increases the pressure and I feel like I'm going to explode.

He sits there and casually talks about how things are going at Juventus and about who didn't make it through the last football season as he tortures me under the table.

I watch in awe as he sips his coffee with his right hand like everything's fucking normal.

He's not normal...

I try to follow the conversation in case I get asked a question and need to add my input. I probably look crazy from the outside at this point.

His fingers curl and move slightly, "Mmmm" it slips out before I could catch myself.

"Mmmhmmm," I quickly nod and pretend I was just agreeing with their conversation.

"It's was so nice catching up with you, Kenan" I hear them wrapping up and I'm instantly grateful. I can't hold back much longer.

"You too, tell Neuer I said hi" Kenan says and the man gets up, waving his hand at me to signal a 'nice to meet you'. I wave my hand back, forcing another smile. I hold my breath as I watch him turn and walk away.

I look at Kenan and his face becomes serious, his eyes full of lust.

Another personality decided to show up and this is arguably my favorite.

He brings the orgasms...

He starts pumping his fingers fast, his eyes never leaving mine. He suddenly is very intent on throwing me over the edge and I don't have any time to even think about holding it together.

Kenan doesn't let me care about who's in the room and what's going on around us.

This is him teaching me to enjoy the moment and not give a fuck what people think.

My mouth opens, wanting to release the pleasure but deep panting is all that comes out.

"That's it, shut everyone out. It's only me ind you" his face get closer to mine as he speaks against my ear.

My eyes shut, listening to the deep need in his voice and finally my body fully relaxes. His fingers thrust in and out as his thumb works in slow, steady circles and my back arches out. I now grip the table in front of me with all my strength.

From across the room, I'm not sure how this would look. Maybe that he's whispering very interesting things in my ear? At this moment, I don't care.

"Come on my fucking fingers, Baby" he growls and everything releases. I have no idea how I looked or sounded or what I did. But that was the point of the whole thing.

It didn't matter.

I was free.

I don't even have time to gather my thoughts, or button my pants, before James grabs my hand and pulls me from the booth.

He guides me into the private Ladies room around the corner, locking the door after us.

"What the hell are we..." he doesn't let me finish my sentence. His body has me pinned against the door as his mouth crashes to mine.

I gladly let him in with a moan as he kisses me with force and hunger.

I'm still riding the high of what he did to me in front of an entire restaurant and want nothing more than to continue it.

I'm becoming addicted to this man and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. He always surprises me. Just when I think I can predict what he's going to do, he does something that throws me through a loop.

Kenan's hand glides up the skin of my stomach and under my shirt as his mouth leaves mine and starts trailing up my neck.

"What just happened out there..." he growls, nipping at my skin,"was the sexiest thing I've ever seen" he pushes me harder against the door with frustration.

"And right now, I don't have the patience to bring you all the way home to fuck you" his hand reaches in my already unbuttoned pants, his eyes glaring into mine, his forehead pressed against mine, as he watches my breath hitch at the feeling of his fingers against me once again.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I ask in more of a moan as I look into his dark eyes. His lips raise with a small hint of a grin.

Kenan's hand leaves me as fast as he put it there and he spins me around so I'm facing the door.

I hear his buckle and a wrapper and before I know it, he rips my pants and underwear down to my knees.

His hand pulls my hips back and towards him, meeting my backside against him.

"Why did you say I was your girlfriend?" The words escape before I can think. I sound out of breath as I face the door. I need to know why before this continues.

He stills for just a second. He grips my hips and I feel him at my entrance.

"Because you're mine" he thrusts in and whoever is sitting outside this door definitely heard my response.

Kenan Yildiz Preferences {after a goal}

✮bf! kenan, who always secretly dedicates his goals to you. Even if he makes the typical Del Piero celebration.

✮bf! kenan, who always looks for you right after he scores a goal, smiling at you blowing you an air kiss.

✮bf! kenan, who this one time didn't do his usual Del Piero celebration. He scored a goal and formed the first letter of your name with his fingers.

✮bf! kenan, who made the whole stadium let out a loud „awww" as they saw his celebration.

✮bf! kenan, who always yells „did you see that Baby ?" after scoring a goal even though you're always in the stadium, first row front seat, seeing his goals in real life.

✮bf! kenan, who knows that you can't hear him yelling if you saw his goal but still asks it every time.

✮bf! kenan, who puts you into the goal when the two of you are playing together on the football pitch. „I'm way better at football then you're" you would always say making Kenan laugh.

✮bf! kenan, who runs from the goal towards your seat jumping over the fences to give you a kiss after he scores.

✮bf! kenan, who has a picture of you as his lock Screen. The picture got taken when he first scored his goal in his series A debut.

✮bf! kenan, who talks all day about how he scored a goal. For example, Juve is playing against Bologna and he scores he would tell you all about it in detail the whole day long. You don't mind listening to him talking about his passion.

✮bf! kenan, who praises you for watching all his games even though he's the one who should get praised for his extraordinary performance.

✮bf! kenan, who goes extra hard on opponent teams where he knows that some of the footballers there texted you.

✮bf! kenan, who spends the 15 minute break between first half and second half laying in your arms even though he should be with the team discussing their next moves.

✮bf! kenan, that buys you a big bouquet of flowers after he scores a goal. He says your his lucky charm, so you deserve flowers to keep blooming yourself.

✮bf! kenan, who calls you FaceTime after a match still in his jersey and on the pitch. His first priority after a game is to talk to you when you're not there to be with him.

✮bf! kenan, who talked his coach into having you as the new marketing manger of the official Juventus TikTok account after you took a viral video of him scoring the last minute goal against Bologna.

✮bf! kenan, you're his motivation for scoring extra more goals.

✮bf! kenan, who gifts you a very expensive ring ever time he scores a goal that is dedicated to you.

„Look at how many rings I've got" you said showing Kenan your jewellery box.

„What about it ?" he asked, laying under the covers.

„That's at least 15 million dollars right there" you replied.

„You're worth much more" he got up from bed and gave you a kiss.

Kenan Yildiz Preferences {after a fight}

✮bf! kenan, who never yells at your during an argument. It doesn't matter how angry he is at you, he never raises his voice or his fists.

✮bf! kenan, who sometimes stormes off during an argument, letting himself clam down first so unnecessary cruel words won’t come out of his mouth.

✮bf! kenan, who let's you speak out during a fight not interrupting you.

✮bf! kenan, who never calls you names during an argument.

✮bf! kenan, who sleeps in one of the guest rooms after you two had a fight. Not because he's turned off by you, rather because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

✮bf! kenan, who begs for you forgiveness even though he knows that you're going to forgive him anyways.

✮bf! kenan, who buys you flowers and places them on your nightstand the morning after a fight. Somehow he always manages to buy them when you're asleep so you wake up with fresh flowers next to you. Always different kind of flowers.

✮bf! kenan, who is afraid of loosing you because his jealousy sometimes takes over him way too easily.

✮bf! kenan, who never lets you go to sleep while you two are still angry at each other. He hates the thought of you having a heavy heart so he tries his best to solve things before you go to sleep. And see there, it works every time. You're thankful that he made your heart into his most important priority.

✮bf! kenan, who talks to his best friend Can about the fights you and him have. Can always take's your side though.

✮bf! kenan, who literally throws out all the staff when you two are having a fight. One because he doesn't want anyone else listening to it who's not close family and secondly because most of the time you two end up together in bed, they don't need to hear that.

✮bf! kenan, who makes up to you after a fight. Knowing exactly what to do.

✮bf! kenan, who buys you expensive jewellery ever time he fucks up. You could open a whole store with them.

✮bf! kenan, who calls and texts you non stop when the two of you had/have an argument. He realises that you're not going to pick up his calls so he calls you up with the phones of his friends or colleagues.

✮bf! kenan, who gives you the silent treatment when you fuck up for once. Afraid of what he's going to say to you in the moment of heat.

✮bf! kenan, who struggles talking about his feelings, but tries his best with you. You're patient with him, and he only feels comfortable with you.

✮bf! kenan, who would even drive hours just to talk to you after a fight. You two are long distance, he either finds a way to get to you or he makes one.

✮bf! kenan, who sometimes throws things around the Villa when you two are fighting. He doesn't like it and he gets afraid of himself when he's acting like this. But even when he's in this form of rage he makes sure to throw whatever it is that's in his hand in the opposite direction, so it doesn't even pass you.

✮bf! kenan, who spends hours on the football pitch after you two had a fight, trying to calm down.

✮bf! kenan, who tries his best to understand your point of view during an argument. Even if that means that he has to change his opinion on things.

✮bf! kenan, who always tries to find a compromise between the two of you.

✮bf! kenan, who would ask your mother for help and advice because sometimes you're like a block of ice and he doesn't know what to do.

Summary: Kenan and you spent the day with the kid of his Team colleague. While you’re in bed watching a show he suddenly gets into a massive baby fever.

+18!!

It was late at night. Kenan and I were watching a show on Netflix called „prison break". Although I've watched it a hundred times I like rewatching it with Kenan. Not because I don't remember scenes but because I dragged Kenan into watching it. But he kept getting confused at the show so he suggested that we should watch it together so he can ask me questions about it. Kenan his head was laying on my chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. My hands gently playing with his hair, we were cuddled up in bed.

Suddenly he talked about how today was, not that I mind talking about today again.

„I knew that Eymen was gonna like my present the most" he spoke out.

„I mean it's a great car, the Porsche 911" I responded.

„What do you know about cars ?" he said looking up.

„Excuse you ? I know a lot about cars, my best friend is literally Lewis Hamilton" I let out a laugh. Kenan is a huge car lover, so of course I informed myself about every possible car brand there was and about nearly all their Modells. Not only to impress him but also because my best friend indeed is Lewis Hamilton so it would be good if I understand what he always talks about.

„Oh so Lewis it the one that you want to impress?" Kenan asked, of course joking.

„Yes, who else would I want to impress ?" I smiled at Kenan, he smiled back at me, his dimples showing off.

„I don't know maybe your super hot looking boyfriend who is a very famous footballer and spends lots of his money on his girlfriend" Kenan laid his head back on my chest while saying that sentence.

„Of course him as well. You forgot to mention that he's good with little kids as well" I know how risky it is to talk about the topic „children". Kenan is a hug baby fan and he tried to talk me into having a baby with him a couple of times. I was the one who always wanted to put off that topic.

Kenan's finger which played with the straps of my lingerie suddenly stopped moving. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it showing him the pictures I took of  him and  Eymen today.

Kenan didn't utter a single word. He took my phone in his hands and observed the pictures I took. I knew what he was thinking and I took a second to myself, thinking about the same thing. He's 25 years old. I'm 22 years old. We both have very good careers and lots of success in them, we both know how to handle and raise children due to the many times we watched over our friend’s children.

Kenan closed my phone and put it away, he sat up and took my hand in his.

„Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He questioned smiling all over his face.

I nodded my head giggling before saying "YES!".

He didn't even hesitate to kiss me. Grabbing me by my waist, he let his hands get a firm grip on my butt. Pulling me on his lap.

His hands squeeze harder as I straddled his lap.

He moans from the feeling, and the sound makes me lose another thin shred of self control.

"Do you know what I have planned for this body?" Kenan says against my neck, pushing his hands harder against my butt, a plea escapes my lips.

I shake my head as my hips mindlessly grind in circles searching for relief.

Smashing my lips onto Kenan his we continue to make out more heavily. Our tongues fighting for dominance, he wins.

With his left arm still gripping my ass, he brings his right hand up sliding it into my hair. His lips are an inch away from mine and I feel his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm going to make you come with my hands" he growls out and squeeze my ass. "With my mouth" he runs his tongue along my bottom lip.

One thing about Kenan is that he knows how to use his words. He talks me through it which only makes me desire him more.

"I'm going to make you scream my name while I show you how it feels to really get fucked" he thrust his hips against me causing me to moan out loud again.

I pride myself on the control I usually have, but that all goes out the window around this boy.

Kenan's muscular body, his toned abs makes me want to explore every inch of him over and over again. With piercing green eyes that suck me in and plump lips I want on mine more than anything.

He has no idea how hot he is and that makes him even more irresistible for me.

My hands go from gripping Kenan his back to sliding into his hair. I brings his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue past my lips and running it against mine. "Mmmmmm" I moan into his mouth and it makes his dick even harder. I can feel it.

I bite down on his bottom lip, causing him to lose a little more of that control.

His hand leaves my hair and he pinches my jaw between his thumb and index finger. "Behave yourself, Aşkım" Kenan demands and I grins slowly.

I love it when he calls me my pet names. Especially Turkish pet names.

"Make me" I reply, looking into his emerald green eyes.

"Fuck" he growls out. Kenan flips us both over with one swift move. Now he's on top of me, his chain swung above me. My breasts press against my dress every time I breathe, they beg to be released.

If I had the time I would have pulled that stupid dress off of me the second Kenan and I got home but we both were too tired to even get out of our outside clothes.

"I want you to undress me to the sound of all your self control collapsing" I practically begged him to fuck me. Tearing apart my summer dress that wasn't even covering anything of my body at all. He unhooked my bra with one swift move not even needing to look at it from behind.

"That was my favourite dress" I speak, knowing exactly that it was my favourite tease for him.

"Your favourite tease I would rather say, don't you agree love ?" Kenan speaks up, his voice deep.

He stares down at me with a primal look in his eyes, breathing heavily as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His body is always looking better than I have it in mind.

How is that possible?!

He leaves his pants on and backed up to the end of the bed, grinning as he grabs under my legs and pulls me to the edge.

Kneeling between them, he hooks his fingers and pulls my underwear off without breaking eye contact.

I prop myself on my elbows and watch as Kenan spreads my legs open.

"The first lesson of the night" he gently kisses up the inside of my thighs, "is the importance of oral skills" he flicks his tongue directly over my clit unexpectedly.

Although Kenan knows very well that I know his sex skills he makes sure to remind me of them.

"Oh my god" my head falls back and my hips lift at the sensation. I've never had a different mouth on me before and I'm so glad that I waited for his.

His hands wrap under my legs and grip my thighs so I can't move.

Kenan this tongue glides up my center and circles the tiny bud slowly. My mouth opens as I watch him torture me in the best way possible and I grip the sheets with my hands for dear life.

Taking his right hand off the grip on my leg, he brings it between my legs and slides one finger inside me. I feel the cold metal of his ring inside of me.

"Yesss" I breathe out as I watch him, keeping my eyes locked with his.

"God, you're beautiful" he takes in the sight of me spread before him, continuing to slide his finger in and out.

I feel the tightness in my belly starts to build already as his mouth starts licking and sucking once again. Adding another finger, my body feels even more full and the feeling begins to get more intense.

Suddenly, my walls stretch to accommodate a third finger. He speeds up his pace and the feeling of his mouth and hands all combined is too much.

Kenan knows very well that he is more experienced than I am and he knows very well to push my limits. His third finger in me was too much.

My head falls back and everything starts to shake inside me.

"Kenan" I plead with him. I'm on the brink but he's keeping me there. Tears forming in my eyes.

"Relax, Baby" He hushes me, very well knowing that he’s being to hard on me.

I feel him grin against me as he continues to exercise his control over my body.

I let out the sweetest of moans and he listen to them as if they are his favourite sound in the whole wide world.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart" he uses pet names on me like he forgot my actual name, as he continues his assault.

How am I suppose to form a sentence right now?!?

"You, touching me, please baby" I manage to say. Kenan his weak spot is getting praised.

He continues his torture one me. After a couple of minutes I reach my high point.

I collapse with waves still hitting me and his hands slowly leave my body. I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the last minutes of my high and I listen to the sounds around me. His sweater falling to the ground. followed by a buckle being undone.

My eyes open and I see him standing at the end of the bed fully naked.

That's not going to fit inside me…

He notices my face, "Don't worry, I'll go slow" Kenan smirks.

He lays between my legs, taking my breast into his mouth. I love the feeling of his weight on me as my hands explore the muscles of his back.

His face meets mine and we look at each other in silence. His eyes search my face like he wants to say something.

He's looking for permission...

"Fuck me, Kenan" I demand out of breath, surprising myself by how confident I sound.

"Look who's getting more assertive” he grins.

Kenan sits up, gripping my hips and pulling me towards him. Gliding the tip of himself up and down my slit, it ignites the sensitivity again. He sits at my entrance, pressing in the slightest bit and my hips instantly lift at the feeling as I suck a breath in.

Biting my lip, I look up at him and his breathing is rapid. He wants to slam into me, I can see it in his eyes but he just squeezes my hips harder. Kenan thrusts forward another inch and my walls stretch.

Holy fuck...

"Jesus, you're tight," he groans out.

I feel my wetness increasing and I just want to feel him in me entirely.

He slams the rest of himself into me and my head whips back. The burning is gone quickly and replaced by extraordinary fullness.

He pulls back and slams in again making me scream out.

"You said to fuck you" he slams in me again.

I shut my eyes, feeling both pleasure and pain.

"Yes" was the only word I managed to utter. He picks up his speed, no long pausing between thrusts. He takes one of my legs and puts it up over his shoulder and then does the same with the other.

It changes the angle and the feeling of tightness begins already. He continues moving as he bites at the inside of my thighs.

My muscles clench around him as my orgasm builds.

"Damn" he groans as he's slows his pace just a little. He drops my legs and lifts me so I'm straddling him. My chest is against his and we are face to face trying to catch our breathes. He pushes my hips down as Kenan grazes his teeth against my neck and my head falls back to expose my skin.

Gripping my ass, he lifts me and slams me back down on him and I scream out at the feeling.

"Kenan" he does it again, watching my face as I lose all control.

"You like that?" Kenan knows exactly that I like it, he just wants to hear it from me. He he does it again but doesnt stop. He continues while slipping his hand between us. His thumb glides over my clit as he bends down to take my nipple in his mouth.

"I'm going to come" I breathe out as he ravages my body.

"Good, you earned it Baby" his hand slides down the crease of my ass and he uses the wetness between my legs to circle the outside of my back end and the sensations shoots through. I mentally lose it when he’s praising me.

"I want to feel you tighten around my dick” he says against my ear and runs his tongue up the sensitive area.

At this point I was a heavily breathing mess, but his mess.

"Come for me, Love" Kenan says, knowing very well that I like it when he talks me through it.

"Oh god, Kenan" I moan out as the climax rips through my body and all my muscles tighten.

"Fuckkkk" he growls out, pounding me against him as his release follows mine.

That was incredible..

"You think we were successful ?" I ask him, we're both covered with bed sheets.

"I think we're gonna be parents within nine months" Kenan turns his head to me. We both smile at each other.

Summary: You’re sick of Kenan’s behaviour these last couple of months and you finally cut ties with him at the Ballon D’or Event. But he doesn’t let you go that easily.

"Fuck you I don't need you" were the last words I yelled at my boyfriend. Ex boyfriend now.

Your phone was ringing non stop.

Kenan was calling you, texting you, even sending you voice messages. He soon realised that you weren't gonna pick up his calls so he tried to reach you with the phones of his friends, you did not pick up either.

Currently you were sitting in your car driving out of town.

You tried your best to not cry due to the fact that you are driving so you need to pay attention to the streets. It was also late at night, if everything had worked according to plan you would have been sitting next to your Boyfriend Kenan Yildiz in the crowd of the "Ballon D'or" premier but the night took a unpleasant turn. The outfit you are wearing was not really ideal for driving a sport car either. It was an all black outfit with boots from Valentino, a short cocktail dress with a long leather & feather coat and a YSL clutch.

You put your phone on dnd and airplane mode. You were sick of Kenan always fucking up things and then apologising for it.

"Why can't he just act right ?" You asked yourself. Taking off the pressure on the gas pedal of your Porsche 911 you stopped the car at a red light. You decided to open Spotify for some music, hoping that at least music will get your mood up before you have to show up at the company Event of your parent's company. You don't want them to see you cry, they already hate Kenan enough for what that boy has done to you.

"Pad lock" by 21 Savage started playing and you turned up the volume.

As the light turned green you pressed your foot down on the speed pedal, your Porsche nearly flying. You absolutely love sports cars. Your adrenaline gets up every time when you're speeding up your different cars. The navigation system was directing you to the location you typed in earlier.

"You'll reach your destination in 10 minutes" it spoke up.

You thought about if your makeup is still looking decent due to all your crying. You thought about who could possibly win the Ballon D'or, deep down you knew Kenan will win it but no other footballer ever won a Ballon D'or at age 19 so Kenan told you to not get your hopes up. It's funny how he always supports his colleagues but never trusts himself. You're his biggest supporter and everyone knows that.

You also started to blame yourself for the way you acted earlier before leaving the Party.

You threw fits at him, slapped him, yelled at him not even giving him the change to explain himself. "But what is there to explain ?" You questioned the situation.

He was getting out of the men's restroom with an unknown girl following him behind. If you hadn't decided to wait for him in the hallways you would have never caught him cheating on you.

Well you're not sure if he did cheat, it just really looked like it.

If the footballer who was sitting on your other side hadn't been so touchy with you and so flirty with you, you would have never left your seat. He's the reason you got up from your seat searching for Kenan's protection only to find him with another girl.

From the beginning of your relationship he promised that he would never ever lie to you, that he'd always tell you if girls hit on him when you're away. But since a couple of months he's acting out of line. Never picking up your calls or texts, clubbing around, photoshoots with beautiful models and no acts of service. It's like he mentally broke up with you instead of doing it in real life.

I drove to the entrance of the event and got out of my car.

Handing the keys of my Porsche to the man that was standing at the reception he got in my car and parked it somewhere. As soon as my heels walked over the red carpet I heard paparazzi shouting my name, flashing lights everywhere, people asking question, fans wanting my Autogramm and a picture with me. Normally I'd take my time with pleasing everyone around me but today was not my day.

Before I could walk in I heard a Paparazzo yelling "why are you not at the Ballon D'or premiere with your Boyfriend Kenan Yildiz?" It was a juicy question and everybody knew it so they repeated his question over and over.

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My head was hurting and I was feeling really dizzy. I've spent the last two hours talking to super rich people I don't even know that well. I tried to hide the boredom that was clearly written all over my face but I just know everyone can see that I don't like being here but the Mercedes-Benz Event was a hit and I was happy that my parents achieved such success.

I decided to open instagram to check my messages, and the first post I saw was Kenan his, with the Ballon D'or next to him.

He won the Ballon D'or. I smiled at the screen, I knew he would win it. On my for you page there popped up thousands of posts with Kenan and the Ballon D'or, instagram story's of every footballer were filled with pictures they took of Kenan and the Trophy.

I admired the picture not aware of what's happening around me.

"This was supposed to be our night" I thought to myself. I felt tears building up in my eyes.

I wondered why he isn't smiling in any of the pictures of that night. Maybe because of how things ended between him and me. Then suddenly a bouquet of red roses mixed with baby's breaths flowers got placed next to my plate.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, I immediately knew. He always apologises with these kind of bouquets, I was sick of it. He pulled out the chair next to me and sat down.

None of use spoke to each other we just observed everyone around us.

"You know that you're the only woman that I want in my life" Kenan finally said. I scoffed at his words.

"Sure" I replied, he knows that when I answer with short words that I don't agree with him and that I'm annoyed or upset.

„Look at me" he said turning his head to me. I did not do such thing which provoked Kenan even more so he took a hold of my ankle.

I tried to free my leg but that wasn't even possible. Kenan way more stronger then I am and he didn't even use his full strength, he used none of it and even that was impossible for me to fight back.

A smirk appeared on Kenan's face, probably remembering all the memories of back then when he touched my leg like that, but for other things. For good things, good but unspeakable things. He stared stroking my ankle with his thumb.

"Will you please look at me my love" he gently spoke, I did as I got told.

"I was not having relations with that girl in the man's bathroom. I was just washing my hands and she walked in trying to seduce me. I did not want to be disrespectful to her but I also don't want to be disrespectful towards you. So I left the man's bathroom as soon as I could" he explained himself, looking deep into my eyes.

"You expect me to believe what you just told me" I raised an eyebrow at him laughing at his made up excuse.

"I know that I was a miserable boyfriend the last couple of moths but I did it for you" he blurred out. I let out an amused laugh, taking a sip of my wine.

"Alright" I gave him a short answer to which Kenan's grip around my ankle got harder, like he was about to break my bone.

I tried to free my ankle but I failed.

"You're not going anywhere without me. I never cheated on you with anyone during our relationship, I had to put my focus on football more than on you. Do you want to have a boyfriend who earns little money, who's not famous, who is just a joke people done take serious? I doubt so" he hissed at me. And we both knew that he is right. I want a boyfriend that is wealthy, that is famous and that is a respected man with success.

"I also want a boyfriend that pays attention to his girlfriend" I spat back at him.

"Mi amor, you're the only thing that's on my mind 24/7" he leaned forward, his nose was a few inches away from mine. One thing that always makes me weak is Kenan speaking Italian. Since he plays for Juventus Turin and lives in Turin he learned to speak the Italian language fluently.

The tension was strong and we both felt it.

"Y/N care for a little dance ?" I suddenly heard the voice of the son of one of business men here at the event.

I coughed and turned away from Kenan.

"Of course yes just a minute" I said smiling at the young man in front of me.

He nodded walking towards the dance floor.

"I have to go Kenan let go of me" I looked into his eyes pleadingly.

"But you belong to me" Kenan replied before crashing his lips onto mine.