#wag

AA

🥇Elena Colas - 54,250

🥈 Maïana Prat - 53,350

🥉 Lola Chassat - 52,450

4. Perla Denechère - 51,650

5. Morgane Osyssek - 51,300

6. Lorette Charpy - 51,250

7. Célia Serber - 50,600

8. Léa Franceries

9. Romane Hamelin

10. Noémie Pages

(cont.)

Top 4 are all first year seniors!

VT

🥇 Morgane Osyssek

🥈 Célia Serber

🥉 Lilly Havard

UB

🥇 Elena Colas

🥈 Lola Chassat

🥉 Noémie Pages

BB

🥇 Maïana Prat

🥈 Lorette Charpy

🥉 Léanne Thonnel

FX

🥇 Elena Colas

🥈 Maïana Prat

🥉 Morgane Osyssek

Full and detailed results here (special thank you to Spot Gym)

Title: Off the record

Pairing: Kenan yildiz and wife!reader

Summary: Kenan is supposed to be celebrating his fresh Vogue Turkey shoot at a quiet, intimate dinner, but the high-tension public eye contact and stolen under-the-table touches follow you both straight back home. The sleek exterior of your silk halter dress completely melts away as a breathless, desperate trail of clothes moves you from the kitchen counter all the way to the bedroom sheets.

Warnings: Smut, please do not interact if you are under 🔞. Language, sexual content, praise kink, overstimulation, kitchen counter sex, cowgirl/riding, doggy style, oral sex (both receiving), deep kissing, marking skin, manhandling, public/semi-public PDA risk, and short aftercare.

Word count: 2.1k

REQUEST OPENED!!!

The flashing cameras from the “Vogue Turkey” afterparty were still practically burned into your retinas, but the second the heavy oak door of you and your husband's house clicked shut, the suffocating atmosphere of public life completely vanished.

Kenan let out a long, low groan of relief, immediately pulling at the collar of his shirt. He wore a simple suit for the small, intimate celebratory dinner, but he had still managed to walk away with the custom houndstooth blazer from the set simply because he liked it too much to leave it behind. Right now, it was draped over the entryway chair, a sharp contrast to the dimly lit, warm hallway where you two were finally alone.

The dinner itself had been a beautiful, high-tension blur of PDA risk. Sitting in that quiet, hidden corner booth of the restaurant, Kenan’s hands had been absolutely everywhere, completely reckless about who might see. His large palms had continuously found your lap under the table, his fingers sliding over your hands, tracing your knuckles with a desperate, heavy need that made your chest tight. Sometimes you’d playfully swat his hand away with a soft whisper to behave, but within seconds, his fingers would always slide right back, tangling securely with yours against your thigh.

There were quick, mini open mouth kisses stolen whenever you thought nobody was looking, short and demanding enough to leave your lips swollen before the main course even arrived. He would lean in under the pretense of a whisper, his lips brushing yours in deep, heavy presses that tasted faintly of wine.

You both knew it would probably be all over the internet by tomorrow morning. Some blurred paparazzi shot through a restaurant window capturing the golden boy completely consumed by his wife, but neither of you cared.

The public was used at this point with the young married couple.

He stopped in the hallway now, his dark eyes instantly mapping the way your cream silk halter dress clung to every single curve of your body, the fabric catching the low amber light of the apartment.

“Give me five minutes, aṣkim,” he murmured, his voice already dropping into that raspy, post-event exhaustion as he pressed a quick, lingering kiss to your temple. “I need to take a quick shower.”

You watched him disappear into the master bathroom before padding quietly down the hallway and into the dimly lit kitchen, opening the fridge to look for a late-night drink or snack. You were standing there in the quiet glow, completely oblivious, when a low, sudden intake of breath sounded from the doorway.

Kenan was leaning against the frame, his hair slightly wet, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on the smooth expanse of your bare back exposed by the halter dress. The silence in the kitchen instantly turned heavy and loud.

He pushed off the doorframe, his slow, deliberate steps toward you completely predatory, his frame commanding the space until he was standing directly in your personal bubble. The heat radiating off his bare chest was dizzying.

“Seeing my wife look like this in our kitchen,” he growled softly, his large hands coming up to grip your waist, his thumbs digging into the silk of your dress, “makes me want to put a mini yildiz in her right here on the counter.”

You giggled at the thought, turning around to say something, but before you could, Kenan closed the remaining distance, his mouth right down onto yours with a sudden, needy hunger that completely erased the quiet domesticity of the room.

It was a deep, bruising instance of deep kissing, his tongue sliding past your lips to claim you thoroughly, marking skin as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.

He didn't waste a single second. His large hands slid down the silk, his warm, rough palms meeting the bare skin of your thighs and ass. With a sudden, possessive surge of strength, he manhandled you effortlessly, his large hands locking under your thighs to hoist you completely off your feet, shoving your back firmly against the cool upper cabinets.

You let out a sharp gasp at the rough manhandling, your legs automatically wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him close.

Kenan groaned deep in his throat at the friction, his hands sliding up under your dress to grip your waist, his thumbs digging bruisingly into your hips to pin you to the stone. He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching as his eyes mapped your flushed face.

With a rough tug, he shifted your position, forcing your knees wider apart on the marble before moving down until he was kneeling on the floor right between your thighs, while keeping eye contact.

He didn't ask, his large hands clamped onto your knees, moving your legs back until you were completely open to him. He reached up, hooked his fingers into the thin strap of your underwear, and ripped it completely to the side. You let out a ragged cry of anticipation as his face dipped between your thighs.

He started off with slow licks and kisses in your inner thighs, then his tongue made contact.

It was a heavy, unhurried stroke that had your lower stomach instantly clenching. Kenan didn't hold back, he pinned your thighs down with the weight of his forearms, keeping you entirely exposed as he buried his face in you.

His tongue worked you with a relentless, wet precision, tracing the entire length of your slit before focusing entirely on your clit. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hyper sensitive bundle of nerves until you were sobbing into the empty kitchen, experiencing total overstimulation as your hands desperately clawed at his broad shoulders and hair.

The wet, echoing sounds of his mouth devouring you filled the quiet room, a dirty, dripping rhythm that had you helplessly lifting your hips off the marble to beg for relief. He drank you down greedily, capturing your frantic twitches against his mouth until your body completely gave out, a sharp, full-body orgasm ripping through you that had you shaking violently under his hands.

Kenan took every drop of your release, his jaw slick with you as he finally crawled back up your body, his eyes absolutely blown out with hunger, offering you a boyish dimpled smile as if he isn't about or didn't just break you.

He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers until his thick, fully erect length sprang free,veins pulsing against his hot skin.

You watched his breathing falter, but before he could move in, you slid off the edge of the counter, dropping to your knees right between his legs on the kitchen floor to return the favor. Kenan let out a low, ragged gasp, his fingers instantly tangling into your hair as your lips closed around his length.

You took him deep, your tongue swirling around the head of his shaft, drawing out a deep, guttural moan from his chest. The raw sound of his pleasure echoed in the quiet room as you worked him, your hands sliding up his thighs until he couldn't take the friction anymore, roughly pulling you back up by your neck.

He grabbed your hips, lifting your lower body effortlessly back onto the counter to align you perfectly with him, his thick head rubbing directly against your soaking wet slit, smearing your release all over his shaft until he was glistening.

“Shit baby look at me,” Kenan demanded softly, his voice thick with a raw dominance as his hands securely anchored your thighs wide apart. “Tell me who get's to fuck you like this huh”

The cheesy, intense breeding kink mentions hit your chest like a wave, your heart hammering against your ribs. “you kenan, oh my- fuuck, only you.”

A dark satisfaction washed over his features before he gripped your neck with both hands and drove his entire length deep inside you in one smooth, unyielding thrust. A loud, breathless sob caught in your throat at the sheer, stretching fullness of him, your eyes rolling back as your walls immediately clamped down tightly around him.

Kenan let out a low, guttural curse at how tight you were, holding himself completely still inside you for a few heavy seconds as his chest heaved against yours. Then, he began to move, his pace fast and unrelenting.

But the counter wasn't enough. Driven by a sudden, restless need to completely fuck you crazy he grunted, hands locking under your arms as he pulled you off the counter entirely.

He didn't even break the connection, keeping himself buried deep inside you as he carefully manhandled you backward out of the kitchen, his strong legs guiding your trembling frame down the dimly lit staircase. Every stumbling step you took backward forced him even deeper inside you, eliciting wet, breathless gasps from your lips until your heels finally hit the plush carpet of the master bedroom.

He shoved you down onto the rumpled mattress, but before he could pin you down, you hooked your legs around his waist, using his own momentum to flip your positions.

Kenan let out a heavy groan as you straddled his lap, as your cream dress rode up around your waist and you slowly sank all the way down onto his thick length. You rode him with a slow, agonizing rhythm, your hips rolling in heavy circles that had his head tossing back against the pillows. His large hands came up to grip your waist, guiding your movements, his thumbs stroking your nipples, digging into your skin as he thrust upward to meet every downward drop of your hips.

You grabbed him by his face guiding him to your breast, he immediately opened his mouth sucking the shit out of you. You arched your back, crying out as he bottomed out inside you over and over, the friction bringing you both dangerously close to the edge.

Before you could completely unravel, his hands tightened on your hips again, roughly shifting your weight.

“On all fours, come on” he ordered loudly smacking your ass, his voice completely broken and dripping with authority.

He slowly lowered your chest into the sheets, till and your hips were thrust high into the air. Kenan didn't wait a single second. Standing over you on the edge of the bed, he gripped your waist so tightly his knuckles turned white, before driving his entire length back inside you from behind with an unrelenting, deafening slam.

A loud, broken sob caught in your throat as he established a brutal, punishing pace. The heavy, wet friction of his balls snapping against your skin filled the quiet bedroom, the raw sound of backshots echoing in the dark. He reached around, putting his fingers in your mouth to help muffle your sounds, the other hand keeping you securely anchored as he hammered into your sweet spot with terrifying godspeed.

“I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that babyyy” you dragged out the last word, completely fucked out

“Good, thats the point- god you take me so well,” he said chuckling, and spewing something else in a breathless German.

He bottomed out inside you with every single thrust, driving himself into you until he reached his absolute limit. With one final, desperate push, he buried himself as deep as physically possible, his entire body going completely rigid as he filled his wife entirely, a low, shuddering growl vibrating straight through your bones as his hot seed flooded deep inside you.

For a long, quiet minute, the only sound in the bedroom was the ragged pattern of your shared breathing. Kenan slowly pulled back with a wet, heavy slide, collapsing onto the mattress right beside you.

He didn't give your trembling body a chance to drift away, pulling you close for aftercare. His large, warm hands instantly hooked around your waist, pulling you backward against his chest until you were curled perfectly into his side under the heavy duvet.

The dominance from a moment ago completely melted away, replaced by the heavy, needy clinginess that always took over when he was exhausted. His large palm slid down under the covers, flattening over your lower stomach right where he’d just filled you, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles over your skin.

Title: Just for show

Pairing: Kenan yildiz x fem!reader

Summary: Kenan gets fiercely jealous of your annoying desk neighbor at a club gala, leading to a very tense drive home and an even more intense confrontation against his apartment door.

Tropes: jealous!kenan, oblivious (but secretly amused) reader, fluff to spice, teammates/colleagues being pests.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, heavy making out, overprotective Kenan, dynamic shift from soft to not-so-soft.

Word count: 4.6k

REQUESTS OPENED!!!

You always thought it was funny how a guy like him, who faces down 6'3 defenders for a living, could be completely undone by a mid-tier marketing associate named Marco.

It started at the club’s end-of-season gala. You work in the media department, which means you spent half the night coordinating interviews and the other half trying not to spill champagne on your dress.

Marco, your desk neighbor who has the personality of unflavored gelatin but the confidence of a god, had been hovering around you all evening.

"I'm just saying, the click-through rate on the last campaign was mostly due to your copy," he droned, leaning a little too close, his hand resting on the back of your chair.

"We make a good team, maybe we should discuss the next project over dinner? just the two of us?"

You let out a soft laugh, swirling your drink. you knew exactly what he was doing, you also knew he was completely harmless and entirely out of his depth. "Marco, I think the analytics show that Kenan’s face on the thumbnail did ninety percent of the heavy lifting, but sure, keep dreaming."

From across the room, a pair of sharp, green eyes locked onto the interaction.

Kenan had been nodding along to something his coach was saying, but the moment he saw those hands lingering near your shoulder, his entire demeanor shifted, jaw clenched, the easy smile vanishing instantly.

He excused himself mid-sentence, cutting through the crowded room like a man on a mission.

Before Marco could pitch his dinner plans again, a heavy, warm arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest, the scent of expensive cologne and familiar warmth washed over you.

"Everything okay here?" Kenan asked, his voice a pitch lower than usual, thick with his accent. He didn't look at you; his eyes were pinned entirely on your colleague.

"Kenan! hi," you smiled, leaning into his side. "Marco was just pitching some... ‘creative’ ideas for the next campaign."

"Is that so?" Kenan’s grip on your waist tightened, his thumb rubbing a possessive circle into your hip right through the fabric of your dress. He raised an eyebrow at marco, his posture screaming back the fuck off.

"We're actually just about to leave. She's had a long night." He blurted out without even looking at the poor guy.

Marco took one look at the sheer size of the twenty-one-years-old, swallowed hard and nodded. "Right. yeah. see you Monday!"

As he practically bolted toward the bar, you burst out laughing, hiding your face in Kenan’s shoulder. "Did you really have to scare him like that? he’s just a dork."

Kenan didn't laugh. He grumbled something in German under his breath, steering you toward the exit. "He was looking at you like you were some sort of dessert. I don't like it."

“Oh.” your heart did a little flutter. It was rare to see Kenan like this. Usually, he was all boyish grins and playful teasing. Seeing him this protective, this intensely focused on 'keeping' you were doing things to your stomach. It was incredibly cute, and if you were being honest, a little thrilling.

The silence in the car on the way back to his apartment was thick, but not angry. Kenan kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other wrapped tightly around yours, his thumb tracing your knuckles over and over like he was reassuring himself you were still there.

The second the front door to his apartment clicked shut, he didn't even wait for the lights to turn on.

He caught your wrist, harshly spinning you around and firmly pinning you front against the door. His chest rose and fell heavily as he looked down at you in the dim light of the hallway.

"You think that was funny?" he mumbled, his voice heavy. He tilts your head, nose brushing against yours. "You were laughing at me."

"I was laughing because you're cute when you're jealous," you whispered, turning around, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his soft locks. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about, you know that right? Marco is a nobody. you're... you."

"I don't care who he is," Kenan growled softly, the last of his patience snapping. "I don't want him looking at you. I don't want anyone looking at you when you look like this."

And then his mouth was on yours.

It wasn't the usual sweet, slow kiss he gave you before leaving for training. This was demanding, possessive, and heavy. Kenan tasted like the sweet wine from the gala and pure desire. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, parting your lips instantly, which only made him groan, his hands moving from your wrists to cup your face, angling your head to take you deeper.

His thighs crowded between yours, pressing your hips flush against the door. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the solid weight of him anchoring you.

"Kenan," you gasped out when he broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, only to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his lips attached to the sensitive skin right under your jaw, sucking softly until you knew a mark would be there by morning, a mark Marco and everyone else at the office would definitely see. Ugh.

You whined, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. "Are you marking your territory, Yıldız,? ahh~~." you moaned softly.

Kenan chuckled against your skin, a low, vibration that sent a shiver straight down your spine. He lifted his head, his eyes blown out, gazing down at you with a look that made your knees go weak.

KENAN YILDIZ

- "Does he melt?"

- "Just for show"

- "Internal flare"

Title: Does he melt?

Pairing: Kenan yildiz x blackreader

Summary: Yn doing the tiktok trend to see if Kenan melts when she unexpectedly kisses him.🤭✨️🔥

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, chaotic Gen-Z bantering, mild suggestive themes (hands going south, implied shower trip at the end), brief usage of German endearments (Schatz).

Word count: 869 words

REQUEST OPENED!!!

The camera is propped up on the kitchen counter, hidden slightly behind a coffee machine to make it look candid. The lighting is soft and natural, filtering through the apartment windows. You’re in the frame wearing an oversized gray juventus hoodie (definitely stolen from kenan’s closet) and your hair in a slickback, showing off your nose piercing.

“So Kenan is gone for a morning training session, i got a notification on the location app saying he's around the vicinity, therefore he has to arrive at any moment.” You said in a mischievous tone while looking behind as if he's standing there.

After a while Kenan enters the kitchen a moment later still sweating, wearing his workout sweatpants and a hoodie and looking completely focused as he opens the fridge to grab a protein shake. He doesn't even notice the phone. He’s halfway through unscrewing the cap, completely locked into his own head.

You casually walk over, stepping right into his space.

"Schatz, where are you?!" you shouted.

"In the kitchen!" he screamed back, not looking up yet as he set the duffel bag on the counter right next to the hidden camera.

You arrived, already with a knowing smile on your face making him raise a brow.

“What is it yn?” he asked already exhausted.

“Nothing!” you responded quickly and defensive.

“Right…” he murmurs under his breath while side-eyeing you, still sipping from the bottle.

“How was it this morning?” you asked him while going in for a hug he immediately responded to.

“Good but exhausting.. i missed you” he said into your neck and you can already feel the pout on his lips.

"Did your knee bother you?" I asked knowing how he's been complaining about it.

"It's annoying, but -",

before he can finish the sentence, you pull him, cup both of your hands gently around his jawline, and initiate a deep, slow, deliberate kiss.

For the first half-second, his body freezes in pure surprise. His athlete reflexes don't know how to process the sudden ambush. But then, the trend plays out exactly how the internet said it would.

His hands wrapping slowly around your waist, shoulders dropping, sharp breaths...

The protein shake bottle drops right out of his hand while he was trying to place it on the counter, clattering against it, (luckily the cap was on). His hands, which were tense a second ago, completely lose their grip.

He smiled against your lips laughing slightly, “what's this about?” he asked but didn't get an answer back.

He doesn't just kiss you back; his entire weight melts into you. His forehead rests heavily against yours as his eyes flutter shut, a soft, defeated sigh escaping his lips.

You let him breath for half a sec before leaning in again, his large hands blindly find your waist under the oversized hoodie, pulling you flush against his chest like he needs you to keep him standing upright. The serious, nonchalant guy came crashing down, replaced by someone who is entirely defenseless against you.

His hands were going south (you'll probably cut this part out) but that realization hit you about the video so you slowly break the kiss, leaning back on your heels with a triumphant smile. Kenan looks so surprised, with his mouth a little open for a second longer, and eyes dark and heavy with affection.

"What was that for?" he asks, his voice deep, raspy, and completely ruined. He tries to sound casual, but his hand is still trembling slightly on your hip.

You can't hold in your laugh anymore. You point past his shoulder toward the coffee machine. "As if i don't kiss you like this on a daily basis but anyways it's a trend. I wanted to see if you'd melt."

“Melt?” he asked, three imaginary questions marks hanging above his head while trying to stay focused.

“hahahah, it's a trend to see how quickly you'd loose your composer by me kissing you” you said ‘innocently’ shrugging your shoulders.

Kenan blinks, looks at the hidden phone, and then looks back down at you. The dazed expression instantly turns into a playful, dangerous grin as he realizes he’s been set up.

"Oh, so you're finishing what you started right?" he mutters, a lopsided smile breaking across his face, showing off that damn dimple.

He steps forward, completely trapping you against the kitchen counter. "You think you can just sabotage my morning and walk away? Come here."

"Kenan, no, the video is still going!" you shriek, laughing as he easily scoops you up off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you completely out of the camera's frame.

The video stays on the empty kitchen counter for three seconds, the sound of your combined laughter echoing in the background, before the screen cuts to black.

**The Comments Section**

User16732: "THE WAY HE DROPPED THE BOTTLE. HE WAS READY TO LOOSE 😭🧎‍♀️"

User4682: "damn, bro didn't even stand a chance.🤣💀"

User82100: "His voice dropping an octave when he realized it was a trend... yeah, I am screaming."

User433562: "The fact that he just carried her away at the end?? 💀 Bye TikTok, they forgot the camera existed.”