#inter milan

Giulia Zangrilli 👁️

Kenan Yildiz x Reader

The stadium exploded around you, but all you could see was Kenan. When the ball hit the back of the net, your chest swelled, and a smile broke across your face. You clutched the railing, eyes shining as he ran toward the corner flag. Somewhere in the chaos, he glanced up and caught your gaze, his grin soft and full of triumph. You couldn’t stop yourself from waving at him, your heart pounding with pride and something else entirely.

By the time the final whistle blew, your excitement was practically unbearable. The drive home felt impossibly slow, every stoplight and turn making your anticipation grow, your mind replaying Kenan’s every move on the pitch—and imagining what would happen once you were finally alone. As soon as the door closed behind you, Kenan was on you, pressing his lips to yours with a hunger that made your knees weak.

“You’ve been on my mind all match,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and urgent.

You laughed softly, pressing closer. “Then show me,” you whispered back, fingers tangling in his hair.

His hands didn’t waste a second. Sliding under your dress, he teased and stroked you, making you arch into him with a gasp. He kissed a path down your neck, over your collarbone, his mouth and hands exploring, claiming every inch of you.

“Kenan… god,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as his touch ignited heat in every nerve.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, capturing your lips again, tongue tangling with yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. Every brush of his hand, every movement, made your heart pound harder and your body ache for more.

When he finally claimed you properly, it was intense, messy, and utterly consuming. You wrapped your legs around him, holding on as he moved inside you with a relentless rhythm. Moans and gasps filled the room as you both gave in completely, the tension and longing of the day exploding in waves of pleasure.

Afterward, he held you close, forehead resting against yours, chest heaving. “You make every victory sweeter,” he whispered, fingers tracing lazy, affectionate patterns along your back.

“And you make every moment unforgettable,” you replied, smiling into his chest, fully sated, completely in love, and already craving the next time you’d be alone together.

i still love you now.