#juventus+fc

he watched you dance your way back to him, ball in hand with a smile so wide he couldn’t help but soften.

“I’m beating kenan! I’m beating kenan!” you sang happily placing the ball back at midfield ready to defend your net.

it was Kenan’s idea to get you onto the pitch with him. you’d always been good at football, but he doesn’t quite remember you being this good... like so good he couldn’t even score against you good.

he’d wanted to take it easy, but once he saw that you weren’t playing easy and sweat was visibly dripping down your forehead, he amped it up too.

only to lose 3-0.

“come on, you gonna score or what?” you tackled him fair and square, gaining possession of the ball.

“I don’t know, you’re making it hard.” he grunts trying to keep up with the pace, but you’ve clearly worn him down.

reaching twenty yards from the net, you took a shot and you both watched the ball sore into the back of the net.

“I hope there’s cameras here to document that I just beat juventus’ best player.” you pressed a quick kiss to his sweaty forehead before jogging over to get some water.

throwing his head back in annoyance, he followed you towards the waters and slunk down onto the turf pitch beside you, “when did you get that good?” he asks, turning to face you.

“I’ve always been good, silly.”

standing up off the turf he begins to take off his boots, “you wore me out.” he says tossing his boots into the bag and carefully bending down to take off yours.

“I’ll make sure to tell your trainer to add in more cardio.”

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unlocking his apartment, kenan moved inside and straight for the showers out of habit. he waited for the water to get warm and within that time you’d snuck in and began stripping of your clothes.

“didn’t know this was a two person shower.” he said, alarmed, but not surprised. he followed suit and hopped in with you, immediately grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair.

“we save water like this.”

scoffing, he lathered his hands with body soap and began scrubbing his body, “I think you just wanted to be close to me.” he says this while pulling into you his wet body.

D – Dirty secret

Sometimes he masturbates thinking about how you moan his name. About how you arch your back, how you look at him when you know you have him wrapped around your finger. And other times... he fantasizes about things he hasn't dared to tell you yet.

E – Experience

It's not about how many times he's done it before. It's about how he studies you, how he learns every inch of your body as if it were a sacred map. With you, everything feels new and urgent.

F – Favorite position

He likes it when you're on top, not out of laziness but out of devotion. Because that way he can see how you lose yourself, how you move to provoke him, how you control him even though deep down, he's still the one holding you.

G – Goofy

Sometimes he laughs when his hands get tangled up with your legs or when you both end up panting in an impossible position. It's laughter and desire. Love and lust in the same breath.

H – Hair

Every now and then he shaves it completely and lets it grow back just a little before doing it again. It's more of a habit than anything else. He doesn't care at all, whether it's him or you.

I - Intimacy

It's not just sex. It's how you look at each other. How he holds your face as he enters you. How he asks you not to close your eyes, because he wants to see you when he breaks inside you.

J – Jack off

He does it thinking of you. Always. But he never comes without imagining your voice, your skin, the exact sound you make when you give yourself completely.

K – Kink

He likes you to guide him. To whisper in his ear what you want, what you need. He likes to talk, to tell you nice and dirty things, how much he desires you and how much he loves you. He obeys with devotion, because your pleasure is his greatest addiction.

L – Location

Anywhere he can have you fast and hard... and then slow, until you both tremble.

M – Motivation

Your nails on his back or neck, When you gently caress him in bed or on the sofa. Something so tender and intimate, it turns him on very quickly.

N – No

There is nothing he does without your consent. Even in his darkest desires, he seeks you out with his eyes, waiting for your affirmation. Your yes is his beacon.

O – Oral

He loves it. Not just the act itself but the power it gives him. Seeing you lose your mind between his lips. Knowing that he can make you tremble with just his tongue makes him smile with pride.

P – Pace

He can start gently, like a prolonged caress. But when you feel you need more, he gives it to you hard. With rhythm. Until it all becomes too much.

Q – Quickie

He's had you against a wall, in a bathroom, in an elevator. Brief, intense, hurried... but just as devoted. Sometimes he can't wait. Sometimes neither can you.

R – Risk

Sometimes he wants you to hear him pant your name in a place where you could be discovered. Not for exhibitionism but for the adrenaline. For the taste of secrecy.

S – Stamina

He can last. And he does. Because he loves giving you everything, over and over again. Even when you're already trembling. Even when you think you can't take any more.

T – Toy

He's willing to experiment. If it means seeing you bite your lips, if it means discovering a new way to adore you, he'll try it without hesitation.

U – Unfair

Sometimes he plays with you. He barely touches you. He leaves you on the edge, with the most wicked smile on his face. But he only does it to reward you in the dirtiest and sweetest way possible.

V – Volume

He moans softly, very close to your ear. Dirty words mixed with soft confessions. As if each time were a mixture of desire and love that he cannot control.

W – Wild card

One night he woke you up in the middle of the night just to worship you. Slowly, without rushing. As if the world didn't exist, just your body under his.

X – X-ray

It is long and thin. It's not the size that matters but how he uses it to make you feel desired. And he knows how to do it.

Y – Yearning

He's a young adventurer who's experiencing love like never before. So he's probably very needy. I'd say about 5 or 6 times a week.

Z – Zzz

Afterwards, he stays hugging you, breathing against your neck. Sometimes he murmurs "I love you" without realizing it, just before falling asleep with a satisfied smile.

Annoyance bubbled throughout your body for every click and every clack. “Kenan.” You snap, “turn it off. The sound is making it hard to concentrate.” Your textbooks and laptop sprawled out across your bed, yet you hardly even touched the papers.

Kenan didn’t even look in your direction, simply huffed out a breath of air and took off his head set. “A please would suffice.”

“A please? Yeah, right.” You laugh humorlessly. “A ‘oh, hey babe. I’m going to stay out late tonight.’ Would’ve also sufficed, but I didn’t get that now, did I?” Your words held malice in them, so much so that Kenan swiveled in his chair and stood up.

He made his way over to the bed, slowly sitting down with a long sigh. “Listen, it won’t happen again. You’re getting pissed at me for a simple mistake!”

“A mistake is leaving your clothes on the ground instead of in the hamper. Not telling your girlfriend you were going to stay out doing God knows what, all night long, is an idiotic decision.” You hiss, using your pencil to poke his chest. “Now, I have to study. You, can go to the living room if you want to play video games so badly.”

Kenan’s jaw clamps tight and he pushes himself off the bed. “Fine. Since you want to be so difficult.”

You could scream, that’s how angry you’d gotten. But instead, you purse your lips and look to your textbooks. Kenan watches you for a moment, waiting for your rebuttal, you don’t give one, so he walks to the door, holding it open for a few moments.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubs his temples, “will you just look at me for a second?” Reluctantly, you meet his gaze with narrowed, vicious eyes. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You wave him off, but before you look away, the next words leaving Kenan’s lips has your eyes widening at him.

“I love you.” Despite the anger in his voice, his words ring true.

“I love you, too.” You huff back. “Now shoo, I have an essay due at midnight.”

A soft chuckle escapes Kenan’s lips as he exits the bedroom, the second the door clicks shut, a small smile grows on your lips.

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