Can you do one of reader doing tiktok trend of "seeing if he melts with a kiss" with Kenan? Just between them, without recording
Does He Melt?
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Reader
Word Count:1132
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Kenan is on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest like he owns the world, the other hand scrolling on his phone. He’s in sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, hair still slightly damp from a shower.
Comfortable. Safe. Distractingly pretty.
You sit beside him with a totally normal amount of calm.
Kenan glances up. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m not staring.”
“Yes you are,” he says, amused. “You look like you’re planning something.”
You shift closer. “I’m not planning.”
He sets his phone down slowly. “That’s exactly what someone planning would say.”
You bite your lip. “Okay, fine. I saw a TikTok trend.”
Kenan’s expression instantly becomes suspicious. “No.”
You laugh. “You don’t even know what it is!”
“I know enough,” he says. “TikTok trends are dangerous.”
“This one is harmless.”
“Harmless like the one where you tried to convince me to dance in the kitchen?”
“That was cute!”
“It was humiliating,” he corrects, but his smile gives him away.
You tuck your legs under you, turning toward him. “It’s called ‘seeing if he melts with a kiss.’”
Kenan stares. “That’s… a trend?”
“Yeah,” you say innocently. “Usually people record it.”
His eyes narrow. “Are we recording it?”
“No,” you say quickly. “Just between us.”
Kenan relaxes a fraction. “Okay. Then what’s the point?”
“The point,” you say, leaning in, “is science.”
Kenan snorts. “Science.”
“Yes.”
He crosses his arms. “And what exactly does ‘melts’ mean?”
You shrug. “You know. Like… you lose your composure. You get soft. You,”
“I am always composed,” he says firmly.
You stare at him. “Kenan, you once got flustered because I said your hands were nice.”
“They are nice,” he argues automatically, then pauses. “Wait,no, that’s not the point.”
You grin. “So you can melt.”
“I can’t,” he insists. “And you’re not going to make me.”
“Oh, I’m not?” you tease.
Kenan tilts his head. “No.”
“Okay,” you say, all sweetness. “Then let’s test it.”
Kenan’s lips twitch. “This is a trap.”
“Maybe.”
He scoots closer anyway, like his body betrays his mouth. “Fine. One kiss.”
“One kiss,” you agree.
You cup his cheek gently, thumb brushing his skin. His eyes flick to your mouth, then back to your eyes.
“Why are you doing that?” he asks quietly.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like that,” he murmurs.
“Like what?”
“Like…” He clears his throat. “Like you already won.”
You smile. “I did.”
Kenan’s eyes narrow again, but there’s no heat in it. Only anticipation. “Do it.”
You lean in and kiss him,slow and soft, just enough pressure to make him exhale through his nose like he’s trying not to react.
When you pull back, you watch his face carefully.
Kenan blinks once. Then again. “That didn’t count.”
You laugh. “Why not?”
“Too gentle,” he says quickly. “It was a warm-up.”
“A warm-up?” you repeat, incredulous.
Kenan nods like he’s giving a post-match interview. “Yes. You’re trying to trick me. I need a fair test.”
You bite back a smile. “Fine. Mr. Fair Test. What’s a ‘real’ test?”
He leans forward slightly. “Do it again. But… properly.”
Your eyebrows lift. “Properly?”
Kenan’s ears go faintly pink. “Just,kiss me like you mean it.”
You soften. “Kenan, I always mean it.”
He swallows, gaze dropping to your lips again. “Then prove it.”
So you do.
This time, you kiss him with intent,hand sliding to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair. His breath catches. You feel it, the tiny hitch that gives him away.
Kenan’s hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer without thinking.
You pull back just enough to tease, “Are you melting?”
“No,” he breathes, but his voice is lower now.
You grin. “Liar.”
Kenan’s eyes flash. “I’m not a liar.”
“Then you’re not melting?” you challenge.
He stares at you like you just declared war. “Do it again.”
You laugh. “Kenan,”
“Again,” he insists, and there’s something needy in the way he says it that makes your stomach flip.
You cup his face and kiss him again. This time he responds immediately,shoulders loosening, posture collapsing into you like his body finally decided it doesn’t need to be strong every second of the day.
When you pull away, he follows for a second, chasing your mouth like he forgot you were the one running the experiment.
You whisper, “That looked like melting.”
Kenan exhales, forehead dropping toward yours. “I’m not melting. I’m… reacting.”
“Reacting,” you repeat, delighted.
“Yes,” he says stubbornly. “Normal reaction.”
“Normal reaction to what?”
He squeezes your waist. “To you kissing me.”
You tilt your head. “So you’re saying… I have that effect on you?”
Kenan closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s collecting himself. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” you gasp dramatically.
He opens one eye. “It’s inconvenient.”
“Because you’re trying to be composed?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m ruining it?”
He nods. “Yes.”
You smile, softer now. “Kenan, you don’t have to be composed with me.”
His expression shifts,less playful, more real. “I know,” he says quietly. “But it’s hard to turn off.”
You brush your thumb over his cheek again. “Then let me help.”
Kenan’s voice drops. “How?”
You kiss the corner of his mouth, then pull back just to speak. “Like that.”
His grip tightens a little. “That’s cheating.”
You laugh. “There are no rules in this trend.”
Kenan stares at you, and you can practically see him trying to fight a smile.
It fails.
He smiles anyway,wide, boyish, a little shy. “Okay,” he admits. “Maybe I melt.”
You gasp again. “He admits it!”
Kenan groans and hides his face against your shoulder. “Don’t say it like that.”
You wrap your arms around him, delighted by how easily he folds into you. “You’re cute when you melt.”
He lifts his head, eyes warm. “I’m not cute.”
“You’re adorable,” you correct.
Kenan huffs. “I’m a professional athlete.”
“Professional melter,” you say.
He laughs,an actual laugh,and it rumbles through his chest into yours. “You’re impossible.”
“And you,” you say, leaning closer, “are very, very meltable.”
Kenan’s eyes soften. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He pulls you closer, lips hovering near yours. “Because if you kiss me again…”
“Yes?” you whisper.
Kenan’s voice turns quiet, honest. “I won’t stop.”
Your stomach flips. The teasing fades into something tender and heavy.
You nod once. “Okay.”
Kenan studies your face like he’s making sure. Then he kisses you,slow at first, then deeper, like he’s finally letting himself sink.
When you pull away, you’re both breathing a little harder.
You whisper, triumphant, “Confirmed. He melts.”
Kenan rests his forehead against yours. “Only for you.”
And the way he says it,soft, certain,makes you realize the trend was never really about testing him.
It was about seeing how safe he feels in your hands.
And the answer is: completely.
