Loveeeeee The Last Kenan Fic❤️❤️❤️

my family is finally back together

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

🕯️🕯️manifesting a max or oscar win/podium 🕯️🕯️

Hi!! I would like to request a Kenan × jealous reader. The story can be however you like with whatever genre as long as they have a happy ending <333

THE BOY IS MINE • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

i’m so sorry i’ve been pretty inactive recently but college has been rlly busy atm! i’ll get to all your requests and write them as soon as i can!

this is literally the perfect request because i’ve been listening to the boy is mine nonstop and it fits the vibe yk?

If there’s one thing about you that’s commonly broadcast, it’s that you are the jealous type. Not jealous in the sense that you envy what others have, but rather it drives you up the wall when something that is yours is toyed with by another person.

The more accurate term would be possessive, and there’s no denying that you tend to get… territorial when it comes to Kenan.

Truly you can’t be faulted for your avaricious behaviour because Kenan is the sort of individual that can’t help but draw everyone’s eyes to him, and along with it, the desire of a plethora of girls.

It fuels you with an ugly sort of pride that you have what other girls can only dream off, a sharp glint of emotion that is slightly cruel and substantially domineering.

Another part of you feels enraged at the thought of anyone else besides you thinking of Kenan in ways that only you, in your opinion, should be capable of.

It’s not that you aren’t secure in your relationship, rather Kenan makes you feel as if you’re the only girl in the world. He goes out of his way to make you feel special, cherished even, and there’s more than enough clarity that proves, to Kenan, you are the only girl in the universe.

He always has you on his mind, in interviews he manages to mention you in some way or another, and even his celebrations are often dedicated to you. His online persona itself shows this, with you being the only girl in his following, and him being the first to comment and like your posts. Although you two aren’t very public, he has managed to get the point across that he’s yours, and some even say that he seems to orbit around you.

Nonetheless, there are consequences that happen when you’re in a relationship with a famous footballer who’s not only massively talented but also incredibly handsome.

This means that more often than not, some girl will be deluded enough to think she can rub her grubby hands on your boyfriend and blink her abnormally large eyelashes at him and have him wrapped around her nasty little finger.

You’re being harsh, but the green monster inside of you called envy is vicious, and well, Kenan is yours.

You watch with thinly veiled rage as the supposed interviewer brushes Kenan’s arms for the umpteenth time, giggling as she shuffles closer to him, and the next action makes your blood boil, pressing herself on to him.

It’s clear to anyone, in fact even a blind man would be able to tell that your boyfriend is uncomfortable. Kenan’s face is contorted into a permanent grimace that this interviewer seems oblivious to, and from where you’re seated, you can tell that even the camera man has grown to notice the awkwardness that permeates him.

Yet no one does anything, and you feel yourself begin to frown, you can’t help but think, “Is this not workplace harassment?”

Her movements carry a subtle confidence that makes you scoff, but it is evident that she’s clearly unbothered by the lackluster response from Kenan, and seems to show no intention of backing off despite the younger man’s obvious discomfort.

You remain seated, even though you desperately want to run up across the field and rip that interviewer into shreds.

You don’t want to cause a scene, but your patience snaps when she brushes away a strand of hair on Kenan’s face, who’s grimace has now turned into a scowl. Her gaze on him is predatory and you know if it was directed at you from a man, it would make you shiver in disgust.

You stand up, marching down the bleachers and across the freshly cut grass with determination, having had enough of this absurd behaviour.

As you make your way to them, the interviewer makes eye contact with you and you notice a glimmer of smugness flash behind her eyes, but underneath it, her expression bubbles with an annoyance that infuriates you.

Her intentions are clearly anything but innocent but the smile she flashes your way seems to mimic it with expertise. It’s so evidently fake, the sweetness on her face is overpowering and a far cry from the sultry tone she’s had the entirety of this interview, from what you’ve observed.

You have never felt more inclined to slap a person than now, but you keep yourself in check, if this girls wants to get bitchy? Well, you’ll show her bitchy.

Kenan’s expression, on the other hand, brightens at your presence, but his eyes widen a little when he spots the aggression behind in your eyes. The smile on your face is as ingenuine as it gets but before he can say anything to appease you the interviewer opens her mouth.

“Hey… We were just talking about you.” Her voice floats out and it drips with sugar, in a way that makes you want to vomit, your ears cringe as if you’re hearing nails on a chalkboard.

“Oh were you now?”

“Yeah I was just telling Kenan how nice it must be to have a girlfriend who doesn’t seem to care about what the public thinks!”

The backhanded compliment is abrupt and strange, and you’re confused, is that really the best she could come up with?

You almost want to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

One moment this girl is boldly rubbing herself on your boyfriend and the best she can say to you is this?

You’re about to retaliate with a response but then smirk as an idea crosses your mind.

You don’t leave Kenan even a moment to blink or process the situation, even the interviewer and the Camera Man are stunned, as well as the millions of viewers watching the live stream.

Your hand reaches out to grab the collar of Kenan’s jersey, your actions reckless and abrupt, as you grab him closer and pull his head down to yours.

A gasp escapes his mouth as he stumbles a little, surprised and taken aback at your actions, but responds in kind when your lips meet his.

Kenan’s reaction makes it seem like he forgets the events that lead to this moment entirely, melting into you as you cradle his head.

It seems as if you two are lost in another world, just the two of you as everything around begins to blur. You press closer to Kenan, softly kissing him as he responds to your actions just as gently, both of you exhibiting emotion that spells love.

You move your mouth against his, trying to show your adoration to the man in front of you, forgetting the purpose of your actions in the first place as you feel his arms wrap around you.

You begin to lose yourself in his touch, his kisses have your mind feeling hazy and stars cloud your eyes as you sigh into the kiss.

Your whole form begins to turn into puddle, and your mind only seems to echo the singular thought that crosses your mind primary when he’s touching you.

Kenan. Kenan. Kenan. Kenan. Kenan. Kenan.

Like a mantra.

All you can focus on his touch, his hands, his lips, only him.

The same effect seems to reflect on him, as Kenan seems equally as dazed, kissing you fervently like a starved man, as if you’re the first drop of water in an isolated desert.

Kenan drinks you up eagerly, holding you tightly.

You only break apart at the purposeful cough from the interviewer, and you realise where you are.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself and remember what your original motives were, and then a smirk graces your swollen lips.

“Is that right Kenan? Your girlfriend doesn’t care about the public eye” Your voice is smug and sarcastic, filled with pride and the interviewer seems embarrassed, put off by your very public display of affection and the clear response to her supposed insult.

It’s comical to see the snobbish expression on her face be replaced by a look of mortification.

“Huh” is the only reply he offers, and you can only smile at the boy who still seems to be processing the aftermath of your very steamy kiss.

His cheeks are flushed red and his hair is tousled. The look on his face extinguishes all your previous agitation at the moment the interviewer had touched it.

You beam at him, and it’s more than clear to perhaps the whole world now that Kenan is yours, and only you can make him feel and look like this.

You turn back to the interviewer, “Oh! I must’ve gotten distracted, I just came here to say… wait! what’s your name? oh nevermind, I just wanted to say I admire your confidence, walking around like that! Now is the interview done? I’d like to… speak to my boyfriend about something private.”

The interviewer looks even more flustered than you’d have thought possible, and if you were a nicer person, you’d have felt the tiniest bit of sympathy, or atleast pity, for her, but all you feel is a surge of self satisfaction as you watch her mutter something about wrapping up and squaddle away from the two of you.

Once she’s finally disappeared from your sight, you turn to Kenan, who still seems a little astonished, and you can’t help the fondness in your eyes as you run your eyes over him.

He catches the look and his cheeks grow warmer, but he reaches out to cradle your hand, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Confusion rises in your eyes as you look at him, “Me? I should be asking you that, someone from a mile away could tell how uncomfortable she made you.”

Kenan shook his head, “Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself, I’m a big boy you know” His voice is teasing and you chuckle at him.

“Seriously though, she just wouldn’t take a hint and I didn’t want to be impolite.”

You shake your head at him, tugging his hand a little as the both of you begin to walk out, “I could tell, but I guess we gave her a little show”

Kenan smiled at you, pulling you close as one of his arms comes to rest at your waist.

“Oh you gave her a show alright,” He whispers affectionately, “But i’m glad you did, I don’t mind letting the world know i’m yours.”

You can’t help but blush at his words, your heart flutters wildly in your chest and it’s insane how despite being together for so long, Kenan still has this effect on you.

“Mhm I don’t mind either” Your voice takes on a coquettish edge, as you lean over, your face only inches away from his.

Kenan’s hands wrap around your hips as he grins at you.

“Trust me I know.”

“I should just post a picture of you and I and caption it the boy is mine.”

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comments

kenanyildiz_official - only yours 🤍

user09 - that kiss on live television wasn’t enough girl

↪️ user86 - nah she’s letting yall know that’s HER man

user12 - nah tbf i would’ve done the same if my bf looked like that

user3 - yooo we get it bro

user96 - the second slide??? bro calm down ain’t nobody gonna take her from you

user916 - plss you ended that interviewer with the “what’s your name”

↪️ user1 - lmaooo i would never show my face again

↪️ user123 - i just know she’s crying seeing this post

user - WHATS 4 + 4

user22 - damn.

user0 - yall need a third? pls pls pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

fin.

thank u all for the love on my stories ☹️💞 and thank you for the requests, i’m working on them rn !! and i’ll post them soon 💋

Maxy ❤️

i could also stay home?

Can people stop putting me in a position to defend people I don’t even like?! I’m not a Guenther fan. I don’t want to defend this petty man.

BUT.

You gave him three dollars and a tractor and said “build a red bull”….what are you expecting?! Put down the marshmallow fluff and wunderbread and look up the pitlane.

Someone make him sell to Andretti. Now. Today.

THE ALCHEMY • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yildiz x reader

based off a request on taylor swift’s “the alchemy”

warnings - a little angst, toxic relationship (?)

When Kenan and you had first started dating, just a few months before he made his official debut for Juventus under Series A, your relationship had been nothing short of perfect.

Despite the hectic schedule that kept Kenan occupied more often than not, and your own commitments, he was devoted to showering you with his love and affection.

After every training session, he’d find the time to pick you up in his Jeep, ensuring that both of you spent at least an hour together at the very least. On the days when he couldn’t , he went out of his way to make sure that he facetimed you.

More than that, your phone never lacked a notification from ‘Kenan 🌟’ and almost weekly, a bouquet of the gladiolus flower and foxgloves, would find its way to your doorstep, a single note attached, labelled ‘love kenan ’

His love for you had been overwhelming, all consuming. It enveloped you like a blanket, caging you in with sweet little whispers and alike.

When Kenan made his big debut, things changed. He took you to dates to High end restaurants, candle lit with a black tie dress code, and although you enjoyed your carefree nights munching through drive through fast food, you couldn’t deny the appeal of luxury that Kenan showered you in.

Instead of the sweet smelling bouquets, a chanel bag or a bracelet from cartier, wrapped in expensive leather made its way to you, and a little note signed with his name.

Yet the time you spent together dwindled, his training sessions dragged on and took longer, drained him to deep exhaustion and your facetime calls shortened in numbers and time, but you accepted it. Understanding that this life didn’t come without repercussions.

You were more than happy to support him, wearing his jersey number with immense pride, you tried your hardest to show up at every match he played, screaming your throat raw from the grandstands.

The moment when Juventus had won the Italian cup would be engraved in your memory forever, burned in your mind.

The euphoria on Kenan’s face was ardent, and you couldn’t help but beam at him, he had raced across towards you, cradling you in his arms as if you were the trophy instead, and had kissed you so fervently.

Your heart wanted to burst apart at the seams, the emotions drowning you wholly, that you felt your body would shut down from the enormity of it.

And then, everything fell apart.

You couldn’t understand how it had happened or who was to blame, but there was something that had started to poison the sweetness that laced your relationship with Kenan.

The dates you went on with him became shorter with fans invading the personal moments between Kenan and you, invading the time that you’d needed to unwind. You couldn’t blame them, it was heartwarming to see Kenan as someone people admired and looked up to, it felt nice for others to recognize the potential he had the same way you had done, but on the occasion, you needed it to be just you and him.

Sometimes, Kenan showed up too late, or you had to leave too early, there was an abruptness that appeared.

Your patience began to dwindle with every date, every call answered too late, and every text message ignored due to training.

Kenan too began to grow irritable with every complaint you made, every argument you started.

You talked less, and fought more, but along with every fight, an undercurrent of tension lay there, aggressive yet alluring, and instead of ending the night with gentle kisses and whispered affirmations, you engaged in tantalizing activities fueled by heat and hostility.

It had been fun at first, but a heart wasn’t meant to to be thrown around, rather it should be cradled.

Yet you couldn’t leave, and it was clear that neither could he. You were addicted to one another, each other’s heroine, and perhaps it didn’t matter that you cried more than you laughed with him, because at the end of the day, his kisses kept you incarcerated next to him.

You were branded already, his jersey on your body indicated that to the entire world.

fin.

love to see more requests for kenan, i’m open to writing for other footballers as well!!

@extrology467 thank you for this request, i hope it meets your expectations!

also i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

few things to add, based on my interpretation of the song, she starts with depictions of infatuation, and then cracks begin to appear, but there’s an addiction here that keeps her caged!

i tried to use the flowers to depict the theme of infatuation and illusion, and a lot of the words would typically be used more in a negative light , idk if it came across but i hope so!

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