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Can you do one of Kenan Yildiz where the reader finds his dimples and his smile the cutest things abt him so she always kiss his dimples bc of that, he always get shy when she act like this but LOVE the way she pamper all his face w kisses (+ can you add him being clingy too pls)
this was a veryyy similar request with the one I just wrote so I added the dimples part to it too. enjoy <3
Can you write one where reader LOVE Kenan's smile and can't help but kiss all his face everytime he smile. He always get shy but adore when she does this so he bury his head on her neck and ask for more kisses when she stop (also can you add her squeezing his cheeks and giving pecks on his lips)
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・❥・a/n: im literally so obsessed with his smile and dimples he's so cute wtf 💔
Kenan’s laugh filled the quiet room. It was soft and breathy. The kind that came from deep in his chest, the kind that made her heart melt.
They were curled up together on the couch, legs tangled with a blanket thrown over the both of them, and his phone forgotten somewhere between the cushions.
He had just told a silly story from training. Something about a teammate tripping over a cone and the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples popped out had her falling for him all over again.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, looking at him like he just hung the stars in the sky.
Kenan raised an eyebrow, still giggling. “What?”
She sat up slightly, cupping his face with both hands. “You’re so cute when you laugh, it’s actually unfair.”
His cheeks flushed pink immediately. He always tried to play it cool, but compliments from her turned him into the shyest boy alive.
Before he could even respond, she leaned in and kissed the dimple on his right cheek, then the one on the left, then the tip of his nose, his forehead, the corner of his mouth. She could feel his blush deepen under her lips.
“Baby,” he mumbled, flustered, hiding his smile behind his hand.
She gently tugged his hand away and gave him a soft peck on his lips. “don't hide. I wanna see that smile.”
He tried to look away, but she caught his cheeks between her palms and squished them lightly giggling slightly. “Stop being so cute, I’m trying to stay sane here.”
“You’re not sane,” he muttered with a small grin, cheeks still squished. “You’re obsessed with my face.”
“Can you blame me?” she said as she leaned in again, pressing another kiss to the dimple that had reappeared the moment he smiled. “This is my favorite part of you. Right here. Cutest dimples in the world.”
Kenan groaned softly and dropped his head onto her shoulder, burying his face into her neck. “You’re making me blush…”
She smiled, hugging him closer as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He didn’t pull away. In fact, he curled into her even more, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist . His voice came out muffled and soft, brushing against her skin as he spoke.
“You stopped…” he whispered.
She blinked confused. “Stopped what?”
“The kisses…” His voice was almost a whine now. “Give me more…please"
Her heart flipped at how needy he sounded. Her clingy and blushing boy who could never get enough of her kisses
She laughed softly and tilted his chin up so she could see his face again. “You want more kisses?”
He nodded, eyes wide and pleading, cheeks flushed a warm pink.
She didn’t hesitate before she kissed his cheeks again, then his forehead, his temples, his nose, and finally his lips. Softly and repeatedly, until he was smiling against her mouth, melting into every single peck.
He pulled her onto his lap, arms tight around her waist like he never wanted her to leave, and rested his head against her chest.
“I love when you spoil me,” he murmured.
“So do I,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “You and that smile of yours? I’ll never get enough of those,”
He looked up at her, his smile bright and eyes soft.
“Then I’ll keep smiling just for you.”
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Hey love!
I was wondering if you could write something for Max Verstappen with a super soft, quiet little girlfriend? She’s a chunky little thing, all round and cute, with blonde hair, and she’s just very… pink. Everything about her is soft and feminine—her clothes, her nails, even the way she speaks. She’s also a little dumb (in the most adorable way possible), always getting confused about things, and Max just finds it endearing. Maybe some fluff where he’s super protective over her because people underestimate her a lot? Thank you so much!
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・❥・a/n: this HAS to be my fav fic EVER. I love max sm yall don't understand. pls don't let it flop 🙏🏻🙏🏻
She was the total opposite of Max. Opposites attract, they say. Max, the serious, sarcastic Formula One champion, dating her; the short, blonde girl whose whole life was pink and ribbons.
But Max found everything about her so endearing.
The way she got confused over the smallest things, the random questions she asked out of nowhere, and mostly, the way she managed to be the most adorable person when he asked her to go to her first Grand Prix with him: to Japan.
“Well, everything is pink, and it’s all flowers and stuff there. I think you'll like it,” he said softly, his smile unwavering when she jumped up and down before climbing on him.
“Oh my god, yes! I have the perfect outfit for race day. Should I do my nails too? When are we going? Do I have time to pack?” she rambled, unable to hide her excitement, and also nervousness.
Max chuckled, putting his finger on her lips to stop her from talking.
“Don’t worry, schatje. I already booked your nail appointment. We’re leaving Tuesday morning, so you have plenty of time to pack,” he mumbled before brushing his lips over hers.
Max took his headphones off as his engineer finished telling him the new updates on the car. His eyes scanned the garage slowly until they found her.
She stood by the corner, carefully reading the schedule on the paper that was on the wall. The pink ribbon sat perfectly in her blonde hair, while her hands clutched her small bag tightly.
He smiled softly before quietly making his way to her. He sneaked his hands around her waist gently, which made her flinch for a second before relaxing in his arms.
“Maxie,” she mumbled, her eyes still fixed on the paper, her head tilting in confusion.
“Hey, baby,” his fingers brushed against her pink dress as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m confused,” she stated, turning to look up at him. “The schedule says you have media duty from ten till twelve. It’s eleven-thirty now. Are you breaking the rules?” she gasped softly, her voice lowering as if afraid someone might hear her.
Max chuckled, his heart melting at the pure confusion in her expression.
“No, darling. I finished early and had some stuff with the engineers,” he said, making her lips part as realization dawned on her.
“Let’s get you seated in the garage before qualifying,” he gently tugged her hand as he took her to the back of the garage where families and guests usually sat. He helped her up on the stool before handing her one of the big blue headphones.
“For me?” she asked, confused, making him hum.
“It can get loud, so you’ll need it,” he placed it on her neck before brushing her hair away from her face to admire her soft makeup that she always did—the one he always adored.
“But it doesn’t match my outfit,” she frowned, making him laugh with a shake of his head.
“Sweetheart, the sounds are pretty loud. You need it,” he insisted, making her frown deepen even more. He smiled before leaning down to kiss her pout away.
As soon as his lips touched hers, she quickly gasped and pulled away.
“Someone could see us,” she whispered, making him pout.
“Just one?” he asked, leaning in again. He kissed her softly, and she couldn't help but kiss him back.
When he pulled back, he hummed in satisfaction. She opened her eyes and giggled at the sight of him.
“What?” he asked, an amused smile on his lips.
“You’ve got some lip gloss on your lips,” she murmured, reaching over to wipe it off with her thumb.
“Do I look pretty?” he teased while she hummed.
“You always look pretty,” she whispered shyly, making him smile.
“Only because I have you by my side.”
“Hey, where's my girlfriend?” Max asked one of the mechanics, who he saw a while ago talking to her.
“They told her to go to your driver's room after quali. She was asking way too many questions,” he chuckled, expecting Max to laugh with him, except he didn’t. Max scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yeah? So what? This is her first race and she's still new to everything here,” he said defensively, eyes narrowing as the mechanic started squirming nervously under his intense gaze.
“I-I didn’t mean-” Max interrupted by rolling his eyes.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, already walking away to his room.
He opened the door gently, peeking his head into the room slowly. He saw her sitting there, his plushie, which she had bought him, tucked under her chin while she scrolled through her phone silently.
“Hey baby,” he said softly, afraid to scare her away.
“Hi Maxie,” she mumbled, her voice a bit down and softer than usual, the usual bubbly and excited tone not evident.
His face twisted in anger, knowing that she was upset by something someone had told her.
“What did they say?” he asked calmly, but his fists clenched by his sides as he walked closer to her.
“Mhm, who?” she avoided looking into his eyes, still scrolling on her phone.
Max took the phone gently out of her hand to have her look at him. Her eyes were dull, the usual light in them faded out.
“What did they say?” he asked again, this time more gently.
“Nothing… they just said that I should come here because they can’t stand someone asking so many stupid questions,” she shrugged, but her teary eyes showed how much she was affected.
“Oh darling,” he murmured, pulling her into a hug as he sat next to her. He tucked her head under his chin, securing it by holding the back of her head. His other hand soothed her back, mumbling sweet nothings into her ear to help her calm down.
After a while, her body relaxed more and she let out a sigh into his neck.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her arms tightening around his torso.
“Don’t be, schatje. They’re assholes who don’t deserve to listen to anything you say. If you have anything to ask, I’ll gladly answer you, even if it was the silliest question,” he said, pulling her head back to look at her.
“I love you,” he held her gaze, his fingers threading through her blonde strands as he spoke.
“I love you more, Maxie,” she said, her smile finally finding its way back to her face.
He held her more in his arms, watching some TikToks with her on her phone, ignoring the fact that he had already skipped two interviews.
She pulled away then, making him look at her, confused.
“So... what does DRS mean?” she asked sheepishly, making him chuckle.
“I’ll tell you everything. Just let me hold you some more, sweetheart.”
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