Football oneshots

Kenan Yildiz - dirty

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You're in the disco with some of your friends after Juventus won a game, and you see a guy getting close to you. His name is Kenan Yildiz, one of the Juventus footballers.
"You must be Federico Chiesa's sister, right?"
The boy asks by shaking you.
"Hi, yeah, that's me. I'm Y/N," you say.
Kenan can't stop looking at you from head to toe, checking you out while a smirk appears on his face.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N... I'm Kenan Yildiz; I think your brother already mentioned me, right?"
He gets closer to you, still looking at you with those charming brown eyes of his. He speaks again.
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room... You look absolutely gorgeous tonight."
"Aww, thank you. You don't look bad yourself." You say and smile.
Kenan's smirk widens as he hears your compliment, his ego visibly boosted by your words.
"Oh, I know I look good, honey. But it means a lot coming from someone as beautiful as you."
He leans in a little closer, his eyes roaming over your body.
"You know... I couldn't help but notice you weren't dancing with anyone; why is that?" He asks, casually getting even closer to you, invading your personal space slightly, but in a seemingly innocent way.
He slowly slides his hand onto your waist, pulling you a little closer to himself as he looks at you intently.
"A pretty girl like you should be out there having fun, not just standing here talking to me."
He keeps his hand on your waist, his thumb gently caressing your skin ever so lightly, as he continues to speak.
"Unless, of course... you'd rather spend your evening with me..."
His gaze flicks down to your lips for a brief moment, then back up to your eyes.
"I know I could show you a much better time than those other losers in here."
He moves even closer to you, your bodies barely touching now, the heat from his body slightly radiating onto yours.
"What do you say, sweetheart? Care to ditch your friends and have some real fun?"
He grins down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confidence and desire, waiting for your answer.
"Why not?" You say and grin at him.
Kenan grins back at you, clearly happy with your decision.
"That's what I like to hear. Come on, let's get out of here."
He gently takes your hand and starts leading you towards the exit of the club.
Once out on the street, Kenan doesn't waste any time. He hails a cab and opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in.
"After you, gorgeous."
He gets in the cab after you, giving the driver an address before turning his attention back to you. He scoots closer to you, his knee brushing against yours, a sly grin still on his face. He watches you for a moment, clearly enjoying having you all to himself now.
"You know, I have to say... I'm pleasantly surprised that you agreed to leave with me." He says, his hand finding its way onto your thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the skin underneath your dress.
"Oh, and why's that?"
He chuckles, a hint of amusement in his eyes, his hand still slowly caressing your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"Well, I'm used to girls swooning over me, sure. But most of them are just after my money or fame, you know?
They wouldn't give me the time of day if I wasn't a pro footballer."
He looks at you, as if studying your reaction, still keeping his hand on your thigh, his touch moving a little higher.
"But you... You seem different. You're not impressed by all this... and I can tell you're not someone who's just after a quick fling either."
He moves closer to you until your bodies are almost touching again, his voice dropping lower as he speaks.
"You're not the kind of girl who's going to be just another one of my conquests.
You're making me eager to really get to know you, Y/N."
"Oh really?"
His grip tightens on your thigh slightly, his gaze holding yours.
"Really. I'm a good judge of character.
And I can tell that you're... special.
There's something about you that's different from the girls I usually deal with. You're not just one of those fangirls who would do anything to be with a footballer."
He moves his hand higher, his fingers now tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch gentle yet deliberate.
"You're the kind of girl who's not easy to win over. But I like a challenge, and I think I'll enjoy winning you over very, very much."
He leans back slightly, his hand still on your thigh, his gaze roaming your face.
"So I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me. No bullshit."
He looks intently at you, his expression serious.
"Are you just using me to get to Federico? Or are you really interested in me, Y/n?"
"Kenan, you've been my crush since you played for Bayern München. And if I wanted fame or money, I could easily ask my brother." You say
Kenan's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your confession, your words clearly taking him off guard.
"Wait.. really? You had a crush on me when I was at Bayern."
"And I still do, but your hair is way better than it was at Bayern. Your long hair was terrible. When you cut it the first time to a shorter length, it was okay, but now it's perfect," you tell him and run your hand through his hair.
Kenan leans into your touch, his eyes slightly closing as he feels your fingers running through his hair. A soft, genuine smile forms on his lips.
"I have to agree, this hairstyle suits me much better than my old one."
He moves a little closer to you, his hand resumed its place on your thigh.
"And I have to say... it pleases me to know that you still have a thing for me."
"But I would say a little less hair gel would not hurt you and your hair," you say after you feel how crispy his hair is.
Kenan chuckles, clearly amused by your comment about his hair gel. He lightly rolls his eyes.
"I have a reputation to uphold, sweetheart. I have to look good for the cameras and the fans. The hair gel is non-negotiable."
"But you look way better with fluffy hair, and I can tell you even your fan girls would agree with me."
Kenan grins, clearly touched by your compliment. He lets out a small sigh, like he's relenting to your opinion.
"Maybe you're right... the girls do like my hair fluffy. Or in a man-bun..."
"No! Definitely no man-bun." You say and point a finger at him.
Kenan laughs at your immediate and firm rejection of the man-bun idea.
"Okay, okay... no man-bun. Noted." His hand on your thigh moves higher, almost near the bottom of your dress now.
"No man buns and less hair gel.
Anything else I should know, Miss Expert on Footballers' Hairstyles?"
"It's not about your hair, but keep the eyebrows cut; it's hot." You say while running your finger over the eyebrow cut.
Kenan grins, clearly enjoying the attention you're giving him.
"No man bun, less hair gel, and I should keep the eyebrow cut. Got it. Anything else you're a fan of?"
He moves even closer to you, his hand gripping your thigh more firmly, his fingers now tracing the edge of your dress, just barely not touching your skin.
"Tight shirts. And he needs to be ok with me having tattoos." You say hoping he finds it ok that you have some small tattoos. Kenan's smirk widens as you mention tight shirts. He seems to like that idea a lot.
"Tight shirts, huh? Good to know you appreciate the view."
He looks at you for a moment, his gaze roaming over your body.
"And tattoos, huh? I don't mind them at all. In fact, I think they're pretty damn sexy, actually."
He leans in a little closer to you, his lips almost touching your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hand moves higher, now gripping the top of your thigh.
"So you have tattoos, sweetheart?
Where, exactly?"
"Behind my ear, on my arms and legs, my thighs, on my ribs, my back. So almost everywhere."
Kenan lets out a sharp breath as you mention all the places you have tattoos.
His grip on your thigh tightens a bit, clearly aroused by the idea of you having ink on so many hidden parts of your body.
"Damn, you're full of surprises, aren't you? Who would have thought a gorgeous girl like you had so many tattoos?"
"Oh, and don't be surprised when I dye my hair red again." You say smiling.
Kenan grins at your revelation. The thought of you with red hair clearly piques his interest, and he seems to like it.
"Is that so? I never imagined you as a redhead, but I bet that looks sexy as hell on you."
"Do you want to see a picture of me with red hair? It's a little older but still good." You ask him.
"Absolutely. I'm very curious to see what you look like with red hair."
He says, still gripping your thigh, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin, waiting for you to get your phone out.
You get your phone and open a picture of you with red hair in front of your mirror. It's the newest picture with your hair red because you don't want to show him a picture when you were 14.
That's when you started to dye your hair red, but you've obviously changed a lot since then.
Kenan looks at the picture intently, his eyes roaming over your red hair. He lets out a low whistle.
"Wow, you look... damn, you look good with red hair."
He looks at you again, a small smile on his lips, his hand still on your thigh, his fingers now tracing small patterns on your skin.
"Yeah, but it's a pain in the ass when my hair is wet because white clothes will turn red if it touches my wet hair, so no white towels. That's why I haven't dyed it for some time now. But I kinda miss it."
Kenan chuckles, clearly amused by your hair-dying story.
"I can imagine the struggle of having to deal with red hair dye constantly. But damn, it looks so good on you."
He grins at you, his hand moving higher on your thigh, his fingers now tracing a line just under the edge of your dress.
"I wouldn't mind if you dyed it back to red."
"But it's so expensive." You whine and throw your head back.
Kenan laughs softly at you, clearly finding your whining adorable.
"I'm sure it's not that expensive, sweetheart. Besides, I would be more than happy to cover any hair dyeing costs for you."
His hand moves even higher on your thigh, almost getting dangerously close to your underwear now.
"Oh no, I'm not letting you pay my 100€.
bill at the hairdresser just for colour and a trim! And that's the cheapest hairdresser I could find in Turin." You say
Kenan laughs in surprise when you mention the hair dyeing costs. He shakes his head, a smirk on his face.
"Sweetheart, I'm a professional footballer. I can afford a 100€ bill, trust me. And hell, I'd pay for way more just to see you with red hair again."
You wanted to say something, but the taxi driver interrupts you because you're at Kenan's place.
Kenan quickly pays the driver and gets out of the taxi. He holds the door open for you, taking your hand and helping you out of the car.
He leads you to his front door and unlocks it, gesturing for you to go inside.
Once inside, he closes the door behind him, his eyes roaming over your body as you look around his apartment.
"Make yourself at home, sweetheart.
Can I get you something to drink?"
"A water world be nice," you say while trying to take off your high heels, but it's difficult because of your nails.
Kenan smirks at the sight of you struggling with your high heels. He walks over to you and grabs your hand.
"Here, let me help you." He squats down in front of you, reaching for your foot. His fingers gently grab the heel of your high heel and slip it off your foot, discarding it on the floor.
He then moves to your other foot, repeating the same process, slowly taking off your second high heel. His hand lingers on your foot, his fingers massaging the skin softly before he stands up right in front of you again.
"There you go, sweetheart. No more struggles with the high heels."
"Thank you," you say, and give him a little kiss on the cheek.
Kenan grins at the small kiss you give him on the cheek, clearly enjoying the small gesture. His hand moves to your hip, pulling you closer to him, his body almost against yours.
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
You walk over to the couch and sit down on it with one leg crossed over the other, waiting for Kenan to come back with your water while you book a new appointment at the hairdresser.
Kenan comes back moments later, holding a bottle of water for you. He hands it over to you before taking a seat next to you on the couch.
"Here you go, a cold water for a gorgeous girl."
He watches you book the new hairdresser appointment, his hand moving to your knee, his thumb gently caressing the skin underneath your dress again. "Wait, you forgot something!" Kenan says and takes your phone out of your hands and changes your card information to his before booking the appointment for tomorrow.
He gives you your phone back and grins at you.
"There you go. I took care of that. You really think I would let you pay for that on your own?"
"Thank you." You say and move your legs on his lap so you're sitting with you back against the armrest of the couch.
Kenan grins as you move your legs onto his lap, clearly enjoying the fact that you're getting more comfortable with him.
His hand slowly moves down your leg, tracing small patterns on the skin; his touch is gentle yet deliberate.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'd do anything for you, remember?"
Kenan looks down at your legs and searches for your tattoos on your ankles and thighs.
Kenan scans your legs, his fingers gently tracing over each and every tattoo he can reach. He takes his time to admire the ink on your skin, clearly intrigued by them.
"Damn, I didn't know you had so many tattoos. They're beautiful."
"Oh, wait till you see the other ones." You say and move your arms a little so he can see more tattoos on your wrist and shoulders.
Kenan's eyes widen as you move your arms, and he can see more tattoos on your wrist and shoulders. He takes your wrists in his hand, gently turning them so he can get a better look at the ink.
"Damn, you weren't kidding when you said you have tattoos almost everywhere. How many do you have in total?"
"So four on my fingers, five on my legs, six on my arms, three behind my ears, seven on my back, and five on my ribs and waist. And believe me, I'm not done yet."
Kenan whistles as you tell him the total count of your tattoos.
"Damn, you really weren't kidding when you said it almost everywhere. That's quite a lot of ink, sweetheart."
His fingers trace over the tattoos on your wrists, slowly moving up your arms.
"And you're not done yet, huh? Where do you plan to get your next tattoo?"
"I don't know, maybe a quote under my right breast."
Kenan's hand freezes on your arm at your answer. He looks at you in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your revelation. His eyes roam over your chest, imagining where the quote tattoo would be.
"Damn. That would be sexy as hell. Do you have a specific quote in mind yet?"
"Eyes full of stars," knowing his last name means star.
"And my eyes are up here." You say and put your finger under his chin, lifting it so he looks you in the eyes.
Kenan laughs, clearly realising that he got caught staring at your chest. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't help but imagine what that quote tattoo would look like. And trust me, it would be gorgeous on you."
"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I told you that I already booked a new appointment for tomorrow before my hairdresser appointment to get it tattooed. Want to come with me?" You ask. "You would be the first to see my new tattoo and my new hair."
Kenan's eyes widen in surprise, his grin turning into a full-blown smile.
"Are you serious? You already have an appointment tomorrow? You don't waste any time, do you?"
He clearly likes the idea of being the first to see your new tattoo and hair.
"Hell yeah, I want to come with you. I wouldn't miss this for the world, sweetheart."
He leans back on the couch, still with your legs in his lap, continuing to run his hand softly over your skin.
"Plus, I can't wait to see your new look.
You already look stunning, but with red hair and a new tattoo? Damn, you'll be irresistible."
You smile and sit on his lap now while your dress moves further up so it's barely covering your ass.
Kenan's eyes widen as you move onto his lap, your dress riding up your thighs and barely covering your ass. He can't help but notice how hot the sight is, his hands automatically moving to your waist to balance you on his lap.
"Damn, sweetheart. You look amazing on my lap like that," he says, his voice slightly raspy with desire. "But now let me see your other tattoos," he says before grabbing your hand and looking between your fingers for your four tattoos there.
Kenan gently grabs your hand, studying the four tattoos on your fingers. His thumb tracing lightly over each one, his touch sending little shivers through your body.
"These are so small and delicate," he muses, gently kissing each finger covered in ink.
He then moves his attention to more visible tattoos on your arms, tracing each one with his fingers, the admiration and desire in his eyes clear.
Then he moves your head a little so he can see the two tattoos behind your left ear and the one tattoo behind your right ear.
Kenan gently moves your head to examine the three tattoos behind your ears. His fingers brush over the ink, gently tracing the lines and shapes.
"These look so beautiful," he says, his face close to yours, his breath hot on your skin. "Do they have meanings?"
"Only the music note; the other tattoos were just beautiful. And the tattoo I'm getting tomorrow, but I guess you know what they mean."
Kenan grins at your explanation, his hands moving back to your hips, still holding you close. His fingers are gently running over the bare skin of your legs, just under your dress. "The music note because you love music?" he guesses.
He leans in closer, his lips just inches away from your neck.
"And what about the new tattoo you're getting tomorrow? What's the meaning behind that one, sweetheart?"
"That I only have eyes for you because what means star in Turkish?"
Kenan's lips curl into a smile at your answer. He understands the meaning and symbolism of the tattoo, and it clearly pleases him.
He gently grabs you by your hips and pulls you closer, your body now flush against his. He looks into your eyes, his gaze intense and intimate.
"Yildiz," he says, the word rolling softly off his tongue in his rich Turkish accent.
"And what's your last name?" You ask.
Kenan's smile widens as you ask him his last name, knowing where you're going with this question. His hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you even closer to him, your bodies now pressed against each other.
"Yildiz," he answers, the word coming out as a soft whisper, his voice filled with a hint of possessive desire.
"So do you now understand what the tattoo means?" You ask him knowing he understands what it means.
Kenan's eyes darken with desire as he looks at you. He clearly understands the meaning of the tattoo now, and it clearly arouses him. His hands continue their slow exploration of your body, his touch firm but gentle.
"Yes, sweetheart," he purrs, his voice low and filled with a mix of possession and longing. "Now I understand what the tattoo means. And I love it."
Kenan's arms wrap around your waist, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you even closer to him. He kisses your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin.
"I can't wait to see that tattoo on your body, sweetheart. It'll be the perfect reminder of who you belong to."
"Do you want to see my other tattoos?
Because if you do, I need to take off my dress because it's covering my back and my ribs and waist."
Kenan's eyes grow darker with desire at your suggestion. He looks at you, a small, sultry smile on his lips. He slowly runs his hands lower, skimming the hem of your dress.
"Absolutely, sweetheart. I want to see every tattoo on your body."
He moves one hand to the zipper of your dress and opens it while looking into your eyes. As soon as the zipper is open, you stand up and pull down your dress so you're standing in front of Kenan with only your black Victoria Secret lingerie on while he sits on the couch and leans his back against it.
You start to turn around so he can see the tattoos on your back, ribs, and waist.
The sight of you standing in front of him in your sexy black lingerie, turning around to show him the ink on your back, ribs, and waist, is almost too much for Kenan. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, soaking in the sight of you.
"Damn, sweetheart. You look absolutely gorgeous. And these tattoos are so beautiful," he says and feels his pants getting tighter.
He stands up from the couch, his eyes still glued to your body. His hand reaches out and gently touches the ink on your back, tracing it with his fingers.
"I love every single tattoo on your body, sweetheart. They're all so sexy and perfect for you."
His hands move lower, trailing over the tattoos on your ribs, caressing the skin softly. He steps closer to you, his body mere inches from yours.
"But the one you're getting tomorrow is especially sexy. I can't wait to see it on your body."
"Oh yeah?" You say and put your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of him standing behind you.
Kenan chuckles at your response, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against his body so that you can feel his hard dick. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips skimming softly over your skin. He peppers kisses over your shoulder and on the tattoos that are exposed.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart. You have no idea how sexy you'll look with it."
His hands run over your body, his touch firm but gentle, exploring every inch of your skin. He kisses your neck again, his teeth lightly nipping at your flesh.
"But for now, I'm just going to enjoy these tattoos," he says, his lips moving from your neck to your shoulders, trailing kisses over the ink.
You feel his hands on your pants, knowing that he wants to take them off.
You turn around so you can look him in the eye while you hold his wrist in your hands so that he's not touching you anymore. 'You have a game tomorrow night, and you know the rules. No sex before a game."
Kenan groans in frustration, his body already reacting to the sight and feel of you in his arms. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of your lingerie and tattoos. The denial of sex before his games is a rule that he both loves and hates, but he respects it.
"Damn it, sweetheart. You're teasing me on purpose, aren't you? You know how much I want you right now."
"I know, but they don't say anything about this." You say and begin opening his pants and sliding them down with his boxers before pushing him on the couch again and kneeling down in front of him.
Kenan's eyes widen at your bold move. He watches you kneel down in front of him; the sight of you on your knees in front of him is almost too much.
"Holy sh*t, sweetheart," he mutters, his eyes fixed on you as you begin to touch him. "You're really testing my self-control here."
You put your hair in a ponytail and are really glad that you always have a hair tie on your wrist.
Kenan's eyes fix on your ponytail, the sight turning him on even more. He watches as you get comfortable on your knees in front of him, his heart racing in anticipation.
"Damn, sweetheart. I love you and your hair like this. You look so hot like that."
You smile before you begin kissing his thighs and put your hands on his knees.
Kenan lets out a sharp breath as you begin to kiss his thighs. His hands grip the edge of the couch to balance himself and to resist the urge to grab you and pull you closer. He watches you with smouldering eyes, his body taut with tension and need.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You're driving me insane."
He watches as you continue to kiss his thighs, going higher and closer to where he wants you the most. His body is trembling with desire, and he has to grip the couch even tighter to keep himself in check. He's trying to hold back, trying to follow your rule, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as you tease him like this.
"Sweetheart, please...you're teasing me so much."
You look up at him and see the look on his face. "As you wish." You say before slowly kissing his tip while one of your hands slides up and down on his dick. Kenan's hands grip the edge of the couch so hard that his knuckles turn white. He's fighting back a moan, trying to keep himself in check as you tease him with your lips and hands. The sight and feel of you like this is almost too much for him.
"Sweetheart, you're driving me crazy," he manages to say, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're going to make me lose my mind here."
He watches as you continue to tease him, his body tense with need. He can't take his eyes off you; the sight of you on your knees in front of him with your hair in a ponytail is the most erotic thing he's ever seen.
"Sweetheart, I can't take this teasing much longer," he gasps, his breathing ragged.
"Do you want me to stop?" you ask him.
Kenan shakes his head fiercely, his eyes locked on you.
"No, sweetheart, don't stop. Don't you dare stop." He says, his voice a mix between pleading and command.
You continue where you stopped but now taking him in your mouth and sucking on it.
Kenan's hands go to the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair as he watches you take him in your mouth. His head falls back against the couch as a deep moan escapes his lips.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good." he gasps,
He watches as you move your head up and down, his body responding to every sensation. His breathing is heavy and ragged, and his eyes darkened with desire.
"Fuck, sweetheart...you're going to make me come."
"Let go," you quickly say before continuing where you stopped telling Kenan to stop fighting against it and to come.
Kenan lets out a guttural groan as your words tell him to let go and to stop fighting it. He lets go of the last bit of control. His body shakes as he lets go and comes, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as he finds release. He moans and gasps your name as he comes.
He looks down at you, his face flushed and his breathing ragged.
"Sweetheart, you're going to be the death of me." He gasps, his hands still tangled in your hair.
You look him in the eyes and swallow his cum.
Kenan can't look away as you swallow, his eyes fixed on you. He feels his body twitch in response, his mind going weak at the sight of you doing this to him.
"Sweetheart, seeing you do that... is insanely hot."
"I know." You say while getting up from your knees and sitting next to him on the couch on your knees again. "You can thank me tomorrow after the game." You kiss him after you said that.
Kenan pulls you onto his lap when you sit down, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kisses you back, his lips moving against yours with an intense hunger.
"I'll make sure to thank you properly tomorrow, sweetheart. You have no idea how good I'm going to thank you." He says, his eyes dark with anticipation.

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