#carlos alcaraz smut

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CRAVE YOU PT. 2 - C. ALCARAZ

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Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: [18+] mature content, has sexual themes, and explicit scenes.

A/N: part 2 is finally here. i’m so sorry for the wait ! i’ve been so busy. i hope you all enjoy ! mwah x 🤭

PART 1

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Carlos didn’t waste a moment, his hands sliding up your legs, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your dress. He pushed it slowly up to your hips, exposing your skin to the cool air. The shift in power was palpable as his fingers brushed the waistband of your underwear, his movements deliberate and sure. He leaned in, kissing your knee sweetly as he removed the piece of fabric. Each motion drew the anticipation higher, leaving you breathless with what was to come.

As Carlos kissed his way up your body, each press of his lips felt like a deliberate promise, leaving a trail of fire along your skin. His hands gripped your thighs with a firm yet tender hold, the warmth of his palms grounding you while his thumbs brushed soft circles against your skin. With a slow, deliberate ease, he spread you apart, his strength evident but never overwhelming. The deliberate care he took made your pulse quicken, anticipation building with every movement.

You exhaled his nickname, “Carlitos,” the word leaving your lips as a delicate plea, a mixture of desire and need. The sound of his nickname on your tongue only fueled the fire between you, his gaze darkening with every breath you took. His lips hovered just inches from your skin, the anticipation almost unbearable as his hands continued their slow, purposeful movements, pushing you closer to the edge. The tension in the air thickened, crackling with the promise of what was to come.

When his hazel eyes lifted to meet yours, the look he gave you sent a wave of heat rushing through your body. The way his lashes framed his gaze—those piercing, golden-brown depths filled with hunger and something deeper—made it impossible to look away. You couldn’t help but whimper softly, the sound involuntary, as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. His gaze didn’t waver, capturing every flutter of your expression, every subtle shift in your breathing, as if committing it all to memory.

“You’re beautiful like this, cariño,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, thick with adoration and an edge of need. He pressed his lips to the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the tension vibrating through you. Each kiss was torturously slow, his movements precise, each one teasingly closer to where you wanted him most. The deliberate pace had your breath stuttering, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as you urged him closer.

“Please,” you breathed out, the word trembling on your lips, desperate and full of need, as you tugged at his hair, silently begging for more.

He pulled back slightly, a teasing smirk curling at the corners of his lips as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Where’d all that confidence go, cariño?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful mockery. He let his hands rest on your hips, squeezing them gently as if daring you to take control again. You could see the challenge in his eyes, knowing that he was waiting for you to answer—waiting for you to reclaim the power he’d just stolen from you.

You gripped his hair firmly, your fingers tugging him closer as you lifted your hips, guiding him between your legs. “Don’t think you can tease me any longer,” you breathed, voice thick with desire. His teasing smirk faded slightly, and you saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes as he leaned into your pull. “Get closer,” you demanded, the command in your voice matching the need coursing through your veins. You could feel him hesitating, but your grip on him was relentless, bringing him exactly where you wanted him.

When his tongue finally met your heat, the sensation was electric. A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest, the vibration making you shudder as it resonated through your entire body. The sound was primal, a raw expression of his desire, and it made your grip in his hair tighten instinctively. He responded by anchoring himself even closer, his hands sliding further up your thighs to hold you firmly in place.

His movements were meticulous, exploring and mapping every inch of you with a devotion that left you dizzy. Every flick of his tongue against your pussy, every pull and press of his lips, felt like he was savoring you, worshipping you in a way that made your head tilt back in pleasure. Your hips moved instinctively, seeking more, but he controlled the pace with maddening precision, taking his time as if he had all the time in the world.

When you looked down, desperate for some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensations, his hazel eyes were already on you, watching you fall apart. The intensity in his gaze was so fierce, so consuming, that it made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter all at once. Through his dark lashes, his expression held both mischief and reverence, a combination that left you utterly undone.

“Don’t look away, amor,” he whispered between movements, his voice a sultry murmur that sent another wave of heat pooling in your core. “I want to see you fall apart.”

His words alone nearly undid you, and the way he said them—with that perfect mix of control and wild desire—made your body tense in anticipation. His hands tightened on your thighs, his grip like an anchor as he continued, each deliberate motion pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure building, a sweet, unbearable tension coiling tightly in your core, and the way he never once broke eye contact made it all the more intense.

His fingers traced gentle patterns on the inside of your thighs, the slow, teasing touches making it impossible to focus on anything but him. You could feel the heat of his breath, the anticipation building with each agonizing second of waiting. “Please… Baby,” you breathed out, unable to stop yourself from craving more. His smirk deepened, the glint in his eyes showing he knew exactly how you felt. You were at the edge, and he was making you wait—he was savoring every moment.

Carlos pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, his breath warm and steady against your sensitive skin as he pulled back just enough to let his lips hover. The absence of contact was maddening, his gaze holding yours as if daring you to beg for more. He loved this—the way you trembled beneath him, the way your body reacted to every touch, every whisper.

The silence between you both stretched as you felt the weight of his gaze on you, the tension hanging thick in the air. You fought the urge to close your eyes, desperate for the contact you’d been craving. But Carlos didn’t move, his eyes locked on yours with a challenging gleam, as if waiting for you to beg, to break first. The slow, teasing pace of his touch only made your body ache more, your breathing shallow as you struggled to hold onto your composure.

His hands slid up your sides, strong yet gentle, and he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited every nerve. His movements weren’t hurried but deliberate, like he wanted to etch this moment into your memory.

As Carlos stepped back, the sudden distance left you aching for him. Your eyes traced his every movement as he began to undress, the muscles of his back flexing with each slow, deliberate motion. You couldn't tear your gaze away, watching his fingers unbutton his jeans with precision. A sharp breath left your lips as your hand instinctively slipped between your thighs, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there. You saw his jaw tighten, a visible clench as his eyes met yours, dark with desire, before he continued.

Carlos stood in his boxers, his eyes dark with need as he watched you. “Undress, naughty girl,” he commanded, his voice rough, sending a shiver down your spine. You met his gaze, feeling the heat rise in your chest as your fingers moved to your mouth, teasingly sucking on them before you slowly began to undress. The sight of you, so willing and eager to follow his command, made him groan deeply. He stepped closer, his body impossibly tense, as his eyes devoured the curve of your body, his breath heavy with anticipation.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured, his voice deep and rough as his fingers traced delicate patterns along your hipbone. He paused, lips pressing to the curve of your waist, his tongue grazing your skin in a way that made you arch into him.

Your breath hitched as his hands moved again, one slipping under your knee to angle you closer, more open, while the other gripped your waist firmly. The way he looked at you was enough to make your heart pound—a mix of reverence and unrestrained hunger that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“Every time I touch you,” he began, his lips brushing the words against your skin, “it feels like I can’t get enough.” His hazel eyes darkened, his hands steady and confident as he shifted his position, pressing himself closer, his body hovering above yours.

He paused for a moment, his breathing ragged, his lips brushing yours in a whisper of a kiss before pulling back just enough to lock eyes with you. His thumb grazed your cheek, a deceptive softness in his touch that only heightened the tension in the air. His hand then traveled down, fingers skimming your jawline before wrapping gently around your neck.

The grip tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You remember what I told you?” he asked, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine.

Carlos’ eyes stayed locked on yours as he slowly freed himself from his boxers, the movement deliberate and teasing. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the sight of him, your breath catching as your body instinctively responded. The intensity in his gaze matched the growing heat between you, and you felt yourself becoming undone by the mere act of him standing before you so confidently. His smirk deepened, knowing exactly the effect he had on you.

“I’m not going to be gentle with you,” he murmured, his tone laced with promise and challenge. “You’re going to feel every second of this, cariño. I’ll make sure of it.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the weight of them sinking deep into her chest, her body already reacting to the promise he’d made. She parted her lips, but before she could speak, Carlos smirked, taking his time. His hands gently traced patterns on her skin, teasing the edge of what she wanted, drawing out the moment. He loved watching the way her body trembled in anticipation, the way she waited for him to finally give in to her need. Each second felt like an eternity.

You let out a soft whimper, your hands gripping his shoulders as you tilted your hips toward him, wanting more. "Carlos, please… more," you breathed, unable to hide the desperation in your voice. His smirk deepened at your plea, the heat of his breath brushing your ear as he leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck in a soft, teasing kiss. "Patience," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, as he slowly moved closer, the tension building as he hovered just on the edge of what you both needed.

When he slipped his cock inside you, the gasp that escaped both of you was nearly synchronized. The connection was electric, a mix of pent-up desire and emotion that you both felt with every inch. “Qué rico,” [So good] Carlos breathed out, his head lifting, eyes half-closed in bliss. His movements slow but deliberate, savoring every moment as if he’d been starving for this connection for weeks. The intensity of it made you shiver, and the sweet tension was palpable.

The moment his movements shift, Carlos grows rougher, faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drives deeper into you. Each stroke sends shockwaves through your body, pushing you higher and higher, your breath shallow and ragged. You can’t contain the noises spilling from your lips, each one a mixture of pleasure and desperation. His hands grip you harder, holding you in place as he takes what he wants, the heat between you building until it feels like you’re both consumed by it.

You meet his pace, your body instinctively moving with his, but he’s unrelenting, increasing the intensity with every thrust. The force of it makes your head spin, your fingers clutching the sheets beneath you for support. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, as he drives you closer to the edge, the sound of his breath in your ear, the tension in his body, and the deep, steady rhythm of his movements pushing you to the brink.

The intensity of his thrusts has you gasping for breath, your body tingling from head to toe. As he drives into you again, you can’t hold back the reaction, your mouth falling open in a breathless moan. “Oh fuck me,” you cry out, the words slipping from your lips as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your hands grip the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as he pushes you closer to the edge, the sound of his breath mixing with yours in the heat of the moment.

As he thrusts deeper, you can't help but roll your eyes back, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling you. The pleasure is so intense, your body instinctively reacts, and you throw your head back, eyes closing as the feeling overtakes you. A sharp slap to your cheek pulls you from the haze of pleasure, but before you can recover, Carlos’s hands cup your face, his grip firm as he forces your gaze back to his. "Eyes on me," he growls, delivering another light slap, his smirk showing his control over you. "I want you to feel this. Every damn second of it."

As his pace quickens, the tension in your body coils tighter, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His grip on your face tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze as the intensity builds between you. You can’t hold back anymore, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for release. “Carlos,” you moan, voice broken, “please… I’m so close.” He smirks at your desperation, the control in his eyes making your heart race. “I know, amor,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

His thrusts grow harder, more urgent, the rhythm now frantic as he drives you closer to the edge. The pressure building inside you is unbearable, each movement pushing you to the brink of release. “Carlos, please… I need…” you gasp, words faltering as your breath catches. He growls, a wicked grin on his lips as he shifts his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your body tremble. “Cum for me, amor,” he demands, his voice low and commanding, and with one last, deep thrust, you’re undone.

Carlos's movements become frantic as the pressure builds, his grip on you tightening as he shifts, his pace losing its rhythm in the heat of the moment. His breathing becomes erratic, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a strangled whine that sends a shiver through you. His body tenses, and you feel him spill inside you, the warmth of it triggering a tremor that runs through your own body. He stays buried against you, his breath ragged and slow, as he murmurs, “Cariño, fuck…”

Carlos collapses against you, his body heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, as the two of you lie tangled in the sheets. The silence is only broken by the sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal, and the occasional soft kiss he presses to your skin, a silent promise of more moments like this. You can feel his arms around you, holding you close, and you can't help but smile, knowing that this connection was one neither of you would soon forget.

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with love always,

kendra

[thegirlamongthestars]

what would you do? - c. alcaraz

author's note: it is not my first time writing smut but it's been a long time since I've done it. So sorry for any mistakes or bad wording.

summary: Carlos faces his female nemesis, who happens to be a WTA player, in a brutally honest and steamy training session

wc: 2,7k

warnings: +18 content, smut, fingering, protected sex (play safe! put it on!), riding, filthy as fuck

Roland Garros 2023

It all began with a seemingly routine press conference, and honestly, I thought nothing of it. I was still riding the high from my last match, feeling confident and ready. Adriana was next up, and I’d heard she was having a stellar tournament so far. So when she walked into the room, I was just another player waiting for my turn at the podium.

The press conference kicked off, and the questions were flying fast. Adriana started speaking about her training regimen, the hard work she’d put in. Then, I remember that time we shared space at the gym for a strength routine. I couldn’t keep my thoughts out about how she looked that day. Her concentration making her look exquisite and the way the sweat was shining on every inch of her soft-looking skin. Due to the memories and quite out of nowhere, I made a strange noise—like a half-chuckle, half-clearing-my-throat kind of sound. It wasn’t intentional but it came out as a reaction to my memories of her and as an attempt to calm myself. The image had been stuck in my mind, and I guess it just slipped out.

But what I hadn’t realized was how it came across. Adriana’s head snapped toward me, her eyes flashing with irritation. The room went quiet, all eyes on us. I felt the heat rise in my face. I hadn’t meant to insult her, not in the slightest. It was just a stupid, misplaced reaction.

The media seized on it, turning it into a headline: Carlos Alcaraz mocks Adriana’s training. Suddenly, a harmless moment was spun into a full-blown feud. Adriana began avoiding me, keeping her distance, and every interaction felt charged with tension. What had been a simple comment turned into something far more complicated, and no matter how many times I tried to smooth things over, it only seemed to make matters worse.

I couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much. It wasn’t just the rivalry—it was the fact that something so small had escalated into this ongoing, uncomfortable dynamic.

Roland Garros 2024

Here I was again, one year later. The grounds were buzzing with the usual excitement. My game was sharp, my confidence high, but today felt about more than just a practice. When I saw Adriana around the venue, I quickly made up my mind about confronting her. We really needed to sort out the ridiculous misunderstanding that led us to this “enemies” dynamic. I hated having that type of reaction on her. I really hated it, well except when she pierced me with those fierce green eyes. At those times, I couldn’t help but feel like a teenager with crazy hormones.

I arrived at the court for the private training session, and she was already there. Doing some rallies with her coach. Her hair, surprisingly, was down displaying her light brown strands. It looked so soft it made want to grab it.

Five seconds on her presence and I was already this worked up, I really needed to start focusing.

I called my team over, keeping my voice low so she wouldn’t hear. “You guys head out. I’ve got this.”

They looked at me, confused, but didn’t argue. They knew better. One by one, they packed up and left, leaving me alone on the court. I watched her as they disappeared, and just like I expected, she glanced over.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what was happening.

To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. With a quick head movement to her own team, she motioned for them to leave as well. They looked just as confused as mine had, but they didn’t ask questions. When they were gone, it was just the two of us.

The tension and the heat travelling through my body was immediate.

She picked up her racket, gave me a smirk, and walked to the baseline of my court. “So, what’s this about, Carlitos? Are you here to teach how to train properly?”

Her tone was playful, but I could feel the heat behind it. We weren’t kids anymore. Whatever had been brewing between us back then? It wasn’t going away. If anything, it was stronger now. More dangerous.

I shrugged, coming with an answer to match her question. “I’m sure I could teach you a few things”

The court suddenly felt much larger with just the two of us. The quiet settled around us, and I could feel my pulse pick up. It was like the air between us shifted. Heavier.

We kept rallying, the sound of the ball filling the silence, but it was different now. Every glance, every movement, had weight to it. I could see the way her breath quickened after each shot, the way she’d pause just a second longer before serving, as if she was aware of me watching her every move.

And damn it, I was.

Her ball, that I could have easily returned, turned into a point on her favor. She noticed that I was distracted and by the look she gave me, I knew she knew my reasons.

She stepped closer to the net after her shot, and I did the same, barely noticing how the ball stopped bouncing, the match forgotten. We were both breathing heavier now, but it wasn’t from the workout. I could feel her presence, feel the heat rolling off her, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about tennis at all.

“Distracted?” she put her hands on the hem of the net, getting closer to me and leaving her cleavage straight to my eyesight.

I was trying very hard to control the impulse of throwing myself all over her so I just shared the truth “Pretty much”.

“What if we play a game?” the mischief in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

This girl was dangerous. But this was the danger I liked. So if she was going to be shameless, then this was a game for two. I nodded and she began to explain.

“We are going to start a rally and at every point you win, you get to ask me a question; and vice versa”

“Okay, nic-“ she cut me off.

“But if you don’t want to answer to the question you have to take off a piece of clothing” her gaze expectant to my reaction. “Not the shoes, though. I don’t want you to break and ankle”

I started walking backwards, with my arms spreading, inciting her. “Bring it on, Adriana”

The first serve flew across the net, sharp and fast, landing just inside the baseline. Adriana’s return was quick and powerful. I sent a strong forehand cross-court, watching her sprint to catch it. She was good. Too good. But there was a flicker in her movements, the smallest hesitation when I moved up to the net, her eyes locking on mine for just a second too long. That was all I needed.

She missed the ball, and it sailed past her, bouncing off the back fence.

“One down,” I said, my voice low but teasing. “Do you really hate me?”

She laughed and lifted her t-shirt to dry her forehead, leaving her belly on display “No”

“Then why d-“ she left my words hanging again.

“Ah-ah, that’s not how it works Alcaraz” her head moving side to side cheekily. “Be brighter next time”

The next point was fast, both of us hitting with more force than necessary, trying to keep the upper hand. But this time, I lost focus, my mind more on her than on the game. She took advantage of it, hitting a perfect shot down the line that I couldn’t reach in time.

Her turn.

“Have you ever taken some of your personal time to watch a game of mine?”

She knew what she was doing. She already knew the physical effect she had in me and now she was trying to find out if I kept her on my mind.

She walked to the net, stopping just inches from me. “Well? What’s it going to be? Are you going to answer the question or…?”

I gave me her a slow, deliberate look, then—without a word—reached for the bottom of my shirt and tugged it over my head. My well-formed abdominals instantly showing and tan looking better under the sun rays. I saw how her breath caught for a second.

“That’s enough for you?” I asked, my voice smooth.

She swallowed, trying to keep her cool. “For now.”

I lost the next point, a backhand going wide.

I saw her leaving her racket on the bench and the way her hips swung while walking towards the net, had me hypnotized. She moved her finger on a “come here” motion and I did.

 “Are you brave enough to take off my t-shirt?”

This woman was going to be the end of me. At this point, I was not taking care of controlling my hormones and that was starting to note under my pants. I didn’t know how I would react the moment my fingers touched her skin, but my desire made me get closer to her immediately.

Her gaze was on mine all the time and at the moment I traced her waist with my fingertips, she bit her lower lip. I couldn’t help but release a lust filled pant. I raised the fabric until it was resting on top of her breasts, and I let my hands there for a moment, holding the sides of her rib cage. I looked down and it was undoubtedly the worst idea I’ve had in my life. Ironic, considering that I was having the greatest sight I’ve ever seen.

At that moment, something snapped in my head and all I could think was “fuck it”.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“That’s not fair” she put her hands at the nape of my hair, leaving us mere inches apart “It’s not your turn”

I could sense that she was saying that just to control herself so when I saw her licking her lips, I didn’t think about it twice. I leaned in; one arm on the net, the other enclosing her waist, pulling her even closer.

The moment our lips met, electricity shot through me, white-hot and consuming. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry—like we’d been holding this in for far too long.

Her hands found their way to my chest, nails scratching my pectorals. I couldn’t help but press my bulge to her hips and she left a moan on my mouth. I could feel her heat more than ever. The taste of her, the way her tongue moved against mine—it was intoxicating, better than I’d ever imagined.

And I had imagined it. More times than I cared to admit.

I needed more—more of her. The net between us was the only thing keeping us apart so with one swift motion, I gripped her firmly, lifting her off the ground without breaking the kiss.

Her body reacted immediately. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself tighter against me, her arms circling around my neck. At this position, she could feel me directly on her core so she didn’t wait much until she started grinding against me.

While we were still kissing, I started to walk us to one of the facilities built, for leaving our personal belongings, right next to the courts. During the way, Adriana moved her lips from my mouth to my neck and I almost tripped with my own feet. Her tongue followed her lips and she soon started giving small bites until she reached my ear lobe.

“You’re aggravating” she whispered looking into my eyes when we sat on the bench where I left my stuff.

“And why is that, honey?” now I was the one taking good care of her neck. I found a sweet spot of hers right under her chin and I had her moaning again.

“That day when you laughed at me” she was barely able to form sentences right now. “Y-you…”

“I didn’t laugh at you” my hand started trailing down her belly until it was placed on the hem of her skirt, my fingers surpassing the elastic but stopping there. “Do you wanna know what actually happened?”

“Y-yes but don’t stop”

Her neediness steered the fire within me even more and I complied her wishes. I kept my trail down, until I reached her wetness. I bit her jaw in response of knowing how much she desired me. With my fingers coated in her, I went up again and once I found her clit I started tortuously slow strokes over it.

“When you started talking about your gym routine all I could think about was how good your butt looked on those leggings you were wearing the time we trained together” I kept my ministrations, but I slowly entered her with two of my fingers turning her into a moaning mess. “About how badly I wanted to fuck you right there and then”

Her only response was arching her back leaving her breasts right at the height of my mouth. I started to give sloppy kisses and bites to the flesh that was sticking out the sport bra. The sounds she was making were sending me to another dimension and my dick was throbbing so hard that I was afraid she could feel it.

“I want you to fuck me here and now” she paraphrased my previous words.

I could feel my heart racing in my throat, my voice hoarse and needy “At your commands, reina”

With our lips and tongues having a full battle into a kiss, I reached my backpack. Right now, I was thanking that friend of mine that told me to always carry a condom on my wallet. When she saw what I had in hand she took it. Now she was the one slipping her hand through the waistband of his pants. When she palmed me over my underwear, I had to focus hardly on not cuming. She freed me and despite I was hard as a rock she gave me two strokes before putting on the condom.

“I knew you were big” she shamelessly said before licking my lower and upper lip. “Those white shorts are quite revealing”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pushed the skirt and panties aside. She noticed I was on the edge, so she grabbed me and introduced it in herself. When she sat down completely, we both let out a satisfied grunt. Immediately, we reach for each other’s lips. There was something wild about the kiss we were having and we both felt it. The way we were sucking and biting each other's lips relentlessly and the way she was moving above me. Our skin rubbing together hard and the sound of us colliding making us both moan uncontrollably.

I then grabbed her tightly by the flesh of her hips, the movements double in speed and when my member reached the exact point inside her, I could see how her eyes rolling back. The pitiful sound out of her lips confirmed it to me and I started hitting the spot relentlessly. My stamina allowing me to increase the rhythm and depth even more, making us lose our minds.

“Touch yourself” I commanded her, and her dutifulness drove me dangerously near to the orgasm.

After a few more minutes of giving everything in us to please the other, we combusted into each other’s bodies trying to extend as much as possible the pleasure wave we were in. When our breathing pace slowed down, I grabbed her chin to make her look into my eyes and then we melted into a soft and delicate kiss.

“So, we can call it a truce?” I teased her when she snuggled up against my chest and I managed to get the sweetest laugh out of her lips.  

“Don't tempt fate, Carlitos”    

[latin5mamii]

Later - Carlos Alcaraz

Summary: He just doesn’t care, if he wants you, he’s having you.

Genre: Carlos Alcaraz x you, Juancarlos!Daughter x Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings: slightly smut, suggestive talk

Author’s note: Had this in mind and i had to write it down😌

“Estás tan hermosa esta noche”

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He was so fucking hot, and he knew it. He knew the power he had over you, the way a single look from them dark, big eyes could make your heart race and your mind spiral out of control. No matter how much you wanted to resist his charm, to not feel the way you did whenever he spoke to you, you always failed.

He had become your biggest weakness, an addiction you couldn’t shake no matter how dangerous it was. ‘Dangerous’ because you were his coach’s daughter, and if your father ever found out what had been happening between you two over the past few weeks, there would be hell to pay. But that didn’t matter. The thrill of sneaking around, lies over lies, kept pulling you back to him, time and time again.

Tonight was no different.

His voice snapped you out of your flashbacks of last night, a night spent in his arms, his touch still fresh on your skin. You turned to him with a disapproving look, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

Not that you minded, if anything, you craved it,but not here. Not at this dinner where both your families and his team were present.

“Don’t do it,” you warned him, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep your composure.

“What shouldn’t I do?” he replied innocently, his hand already sliding onto your thigh, fingers trailing lightly across your skin. The contact made your breath hitch, and you shot a quick glance at your father, who was thankfully engrossed in conversation with Carlos’s father.

Carlos’s hand continued its exploration, moving up and down your thigh with agonizing slowness.“Carlos, stop,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction you so desperately needed it to have. But your body betrayed you, your legs instinctively parted slightly, granting him more access. Why did he have this effect on you? Why, when you knew better, did your body respond to him like this?

The truth was, the risk of being caught, the danger of what you were doing, only made it more thrilling. And that was the problem.

"Tu cuerpo no parece querer que me detenga",

(Your body doesn’t seem to want me to stop,) he murmured, that infuriating smirk you both loved and hated tugging at his lips. His hand moved higher, brushing against the delicate fabric of your panties, the touch sending a shockwave through your body.

"Si tan solo tu padre supiera las cosas que haces... probablemente ni siquiera te reconocería a ti, su chica inocente y obediente. Es una pena que no sea así" he whispered, his hand still teasing your skin.

(If only your father knew the things you do… he probably wouldn’t even recognize you,his innocent and obedient little girl.It’s a pity that it isn’t so)

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, your grip firm, but inside, you were unraveling. You were fighting a losing battle, and you both knew it. All you could think about was how, if you were alone with him right now, you’d be begging him for more, abandoning all pretense of resistance.

“Carlos, please,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Not here. Someone will notice.”

His eyes darkened with desire, but there was a teasing glint there as well. “I love when you say please,” he murmured, leaning in closer so his lips were almost brushing against your ear. “But you know as well as I do that you don’t really want me to stop.”

You hated how right he was. How, despite the fear of getting caught, despite knowing this was wrong, you couldn’t help but want him. Crave him.

Carlos’s fingers traced along the edge of your panties, and your grip on his wrist tightened, trying to push him away, but it was no use. The fire he ignited in you was too strong, too overwhelming. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, but it was impossible with him so close, his cologne filling your senses, his touch driving you mad.

“Imagine,” he continued, his voice, "Si deslizara mis dedos un poco más... ¿qué harías? ¿Podrías callarte? ¿Podrías seguir fingiendo que no pasa nada debajo de esta mesa?"

(if I slipped my fingers just a little further… what would you do? Could you keep quiet? Could you keep pretending like nothing’s happening under this table?)

The thought se your body on fire, and you swallowed hard, struggling to maintain your composure. But you were losing this battle, and Carlos knew it. He thrived on it.

Just when you thought he was going to surpass your limit, a familiar voice from the other side of the table made you feel literal fear.

“What are you two talking about so intensely?” Your father. You opened your eyes, your heart pounding, and forced yourself to push Carlos’s hand away.

Carlos turned toward your father with his usual easy smile, completely unfazed. “Oh, just discussing a few plans for after Wimbledon,” he said smoothly. How could he be so calm when you were fighting yourself only for smiling?

Your father’s gaze flicked between the two of you, a slight frown creasing his brow. There was an edge of concern in his eyes, but no immediate suspicion. “Plans for the future, huh?” he said, his tone more curious than accusatory.

It’s not that your father was jealous or thought anything bad about Carlos, but Carlos’ a handsome, rich and young man, he wouldn’t even want to imagine his daughter suffering for him.

“Nothing more,Juanki. I swear,” He says laughing like he just doesn’t care, which is true.He doesn’t care at all.

He wanted you to be his, and nothing and no one could ever change that.

Juan Carlos nods and smiles back to Carlos.He quickly looks at you, and turns back to talk.

As soon as your father was distracted again, you shot Carlos a look that was half exasperation, half something else entirely.

“You’re impossible,” you hissed under your breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over your racing heart. “And so a pathologic liar .”

Carlos only grinned, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed against your ear. “And we didn’t got caught” he murmured, his voice filled with that familiar, dangerous amusement. “And that’s what makes it fun, isn’t it?”

You wanted to argue, to tell him off for taking such a risk, but the truth was, he was right. The thrill of almost being caught, the danger of it all, was as intoxicating as his touch. And it scared you how much you craved it.

Before you could find the words to respond, Carlos’s hand found yours under the table, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that was both intimate and possessive. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb stroking your skin in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Más tarde” he whispered, his voice a low promise.

"Encuéntrame más tarde. Ya sabes dónde".

[pinkcaraz]

celebrate (devour) - c. alcaraz

c. alcaraz x f!reader

summary: even though the main party is over, you still have one last little celebration for carlos.

wc: 1.9k

tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, a little fluff, sub!carlos, oral sex (m!receiving), face fucking, begging, edging, mention of overstimulation, mention of alcohol consumption.

a/n: inspired by this post from @yungbludz. i haven't written in a really long time, so please be nice 🥺. likes, reblogs, feedback, and more are really appreciated. if enough people wanna be tagged, i might start a tag list for any future writing. thanks and hope you enjoy!

after a wild night of celebrating team europe’s win, you and carlos finally return to his hotel room in berlin. before you can even get your jacket off, carlos is sprawled out on the couch with a sigh of relief, eyes closed and head leaned back. he’s exhausted, and rightly so, after a long day of matches, press, and partying. but he’s also content, with a dopey smile plastered on his face. his skin is slightly flushed, and he’s still a little buzzed from all the champagne and the other drinks he and the rest of the team had tonight. you pause for a moment to take in the view. he’s looked good all day, but he looks even more beautiful this way, delicious even, and that’s when a brilliant idea bubbles to the surface.

carlos expects you to follow him and plop down next to him on the couch, or maybe on his lap if he’s lucky, but after a few seconds of you doing neither, he lifts his head up looking for you. instead, he’s greeted with an absolute vision of you, sliding down to kneel between his legs and holding his knees apart so that you can slot perfectly between them. you have a devious little grin on your face that makes his stomach flip and flutter. he can barely tell if that feeling is excitement or dread as you bat your eyelashes innocently up at him with the same shit-eating smile that tells him that the day’s celebration is far from over. 

“tired?” you ask, smoothing your hands up and down his strong thighs and lightly squeezing. with every pass, you get closer and closer to where he needs you most. suddenly, he’s wide awake, feeling like he could play five sets of a grand slam final, and his cock is getting there too. he finally finds the composure to answer after you tug at the strings of his pants and ask, “well?,” expecting a response. 

“no. not tired,” he breathes out, shaking his head.

“good.” you smile up at him again and prompt him to lift his hips so you can pull his pants and underwear down. you take your sweet time, reveling in the way carlos’s gaze burns into you. once you have them down past his knees, you lean forward slowly, placing feather-soft kisses along the insides of his thighs. when he groans and tries to push you towards his length, frustrated that you haven’t touched him yet, you pin his hands down on the couch and nip at his thigh in warning. “let me do this for you,” you say, giving him a sharp look. he nods wide-eyed in response. 

free to do as you please, you continue working your way up towards his thick cock, licking and biting gently at his sensitive thighs with intense focus. in the background, you can hear him hold back a gasp as your mouth moves closer and closer until you reach his balls. he’s fully hard now, and when you finally glance back up at him, you find that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you at all. the dark, sultry expression on his face has you clenching your thighs to try and relieve the ache between them. carlos looks like he’s ready to devour you, but not if you devour him first. 

with your eyes locked, you drag your warm tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in a broad strip. as he moans out your name, you can feel him struggling to break free of your hold. in response, you squeeze his wrists and start leaning backwards, further away from where he desperately needs you. carlos quickly gets the hint and gives up his struggle against you. 

deciding to test his resolve further, you let go of his hands, but give him a menacing look that says to keep them there on the couch, or else. with a sly smile, you lazily trace one finger along a throbbing vein of his hard cock, then follow by licking along the same path without warning. the sudden sensation has him choking out a moan. he’s barely able to keep his hands where they are, but he manages, not wanting you to stop now. the sight of him so worked up and the sinful sounds he’s making has you dripping in your panties and your mouth salivating. you decide to throw caution to the wind as you press a sweet kiss to his tip before spitting on his throbbing length, letting the wetness drip down slowly. carlos curses in broken spanish as you finally wrap your palm around him fully, slicking him up with your spit. at the same time, your other hand trails down to his balls lightly squeezing him, causing him to buck up into your hand. taking a little mercy on him, you let him rock his hips and push his cock into your fist to his heart's content. to taunt him further, you add more of your saliva to the mix, letting your drool slide off your tongue onto him and plotting your next move. 

to help him along, you thumb at his slit, causing the precum pooling there to spill over and coat him in a sticky mess. with you caressing his balls and jerking him off along with him thrusting sporadically into your slick hand, carlos draws closer and closer to the edge. each gasp and moan sound like they’re being dragged from him, and he can barely string a sentence together to let you know he’s close. you almost feel bad for him when you let go of his throbbing cock and balls.

the moment you take your hands off of him and he’s pulled back from the edge, he keens and lets out a sob, begging you to let him cum. 

“p-please, amor. porfa, porfa!” he pleads and whines, hips still jerking back and forth trying to find any form of stimulation. 

“please, what?” you cheekily respond, drawing out his teasing by smoothing your hands over his bare thighs again. the way he begs so sweetly without you asking him to sends a thrill up your spine. you want to hear more. “what do you want, amor?” 

he groans, long and deep. he can’t decide. he can’t think. he just wants to cum, and he doesn’t care how. tears are starting to pool in his eyes at how bad he wants it. finally, he stutters out the first coherent thought that comes to his head, “tu boca! wanna cum, p-porfa!”

he’s been so good. he’s been good all weekend, practicing well, helping his teammates out, and winning his matches. he’s been so good to you too, following instructions, keeping his hands to himself, and telling you what he wants so prettily. you decide it’s time to reward him, to celebrate him, to devour him. with a soft look, you whisper, “ok charlie. i’ve got you.”

it’s the moment he’s been breathlessly waiting for. you can’t help but tease when he sounds and looks this good, so you give a quick lick to his weeping slit before finally taking him in your mouth. carlos is hot and heavy on your tongue as you take him down as far as you can, inch by inch. while you steady yourself with one hand, the other comes back to fondle his balls and gently stroke at the base of his cock. once you start bobbing your head and lapping at his length, his soft moans start flowing freely. when you hum in contentment at his reaction and start sucking at him, the volume of his noises increases to the point where you almost worry that guests in the other rooms might hear him getting the best head of his life. at this moment though, you can’t be bothered. you’re too busy watching carlos fall apart for you. he’s still trying his best to watch you work, but the wet warmth of your mouth has his eyes hooded and hazy with pleasure.

feeling generous, your hands start to find his again as you pull off of him for a moment. one laces your fingers together, while the other brings his hand to the back of your head. carlos hesitates before he entwines his fingers through your hair as his eyes search for yours. as your eyes lock, you give him a quick nod and a soft kiss to his tip as you wrap your lips around him again. this time, instead of working your way down yourself, you give him an expectant look, and he begins pushing you down his length. he starts slow, having you take him almost all the way down to the base before guiding you back to his tip. while you’re there, you give his tip a firm suck, which has his hips jerking forwards, deeper into your mouth. he’s about to panic and pull you off of him, worried about hurting you, but the delight in your eyes stops him in his tracks. the way he holds your head and tugs at your hair is firm, and it has you moaning wantonly around him. you give him one more reassuring nod before he’s back to working you up and down his cock, faster this time. every so often when you hollow your cheeks or swallow around him, his hips rock forward, making his cock hit the back of your throat. taking him this deep has you completely soaked, not just because you’re absolutely drooling for him, but also because you’re desperate to relieve the throbbing between your thighs. eventually, when he picks up speed, guiding you and thrusting into your mouth at an even pace, you can tell he’s getting close again. more and more, he chases his orgasm and holds you down with your lips wrapped around the base of him. all the while you look up at him enamored, watching groans and curses leave his lips as he nears the end.

it’s all too much for carlos, and as much as he wants to watch you finish him off, the pleasure has him throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, and grunting out your name and other endearments. the sight of you being held down on his cock, happily taking him as deep as you can, has his eyes rolling back. he’s seeing stars. with a few more stuttered thrusts, he spills himself down your throat while you eagerly swallow him down. as he finally comes back down to earth, you give one last suck to his tip before pulling off of him to lap up whatever you missed. this has him shuddering from overstimulation and letting out a whimper that he will definitely deny ever making later.

as you wipe the mess from your face with the back of your hand, looking like a cat who got the cream, carlos blinks his bleary eyes open. “cariño,” he rasps out, panting and weakly trying to pull you up towards him. “let me-” 

he’s so sweet. he wants to take care of you, but he’s clearly worn out, so you get up off your aching knees, cutting him off with a kiss and letting him lap up the taste of his own seed from your mouth. 

“you worked hard this weekend, charlie. rest.” too fucked out to argue, he relaxes back against the couch, catching his breath and flashing you his signature bright smile. with your own soft smile, you boop him on the nose and give him one last kiss on the forehead for good measure before heading off to the bathroom to prep the shower for the both of you.

[rvblos]

nsfw/sfw headcanon for carlos since you have written one for jan?🥰

sfw / nsfw headcanons - carlos alcaraz

warning: this contains nsfw so if you’re not comfortable with it just don’t read it!

notes: my baby carlitos😖

sfw:

- he is the most precious guy to ever set foot on this earth UGH

- he has the biggest heart, always gifting you something (especially flowers🎀)

- he loves taking you out!! you’ve had an argument? nothing a good nice and fancy dinner can’t fix

- he’s the king of yapping change my mind, always babbling abt something whether it’d be his training or new skills he learned on his own but you find it cute so you just sit there and stare at him in awe😌

- he’s the happiest ever whenever he has you by his side, and adores when you go to his matches to show support for your bf

- very good with kids!! they all feel so safe around him and seeing him playing with children gives you baby fever😤

- he is just too funny, whenever he opens his mouth everyone is immediately laughing. he has a really good sense of humor.

- always wanna cuddle, he can’t keep his hand off of you like he’d be doing the most important thing in his life but he HAS to have your hand in his own

- he tried several times to teach you spanish but without success😅 but he looooves hearing your accent when trying to repeat what he said in his native language

- he is loved by literally ANYONE he’s so likeable it hurts

nsfw:

- GIVER GIVER GIVER GIVER

- and i stand by it✊🏻

- i think he’d be too focused on your pleasure to even think about his own

- LOVES giving you head (and it’d be the most toe-curling and back-arching head you have had in your entire life)

- you’d be literally gasping for air as his tongue worked his way into you

- he loves how his body towers over yours (size kink?🤔)

- especially when having you beneath him, your body just looks so small compared to his

- “d’you feel it, cariño?” he’d say slipping in and out of you at an unbearable pace😵‍💫

- you get so horny when he speaks spanish (me too!)

- and he loves seeing you turn all red when he’d say things like “you feel so good around me, amor” or “you’re so tight, bebe” LOCK ME

- his beard is sooo sexy, you love how it tingles your skin when he kisses you

[judelvr]

Doesn't he?

carlos won another final so he deserves a reward.... right?

warnings: smut

tag: @yungbludz

another final, another victory. it had been a long and complicated game, but the effort had paid off and carlos was now sitting on the bench in his locker room, trying to recover from the adrenaline rush

you're his biggest supporter at all times and you never fail to show how proud you are after every game, regardless of the result so it was no surprise to him when he saw you walk in

"you did so good out there today" you say as you walk into his dressing room

carlos was sitting on the bench, legs spread, trying to catch his breath from the long final that had just finished and from the adrenaline of a win, another one

"yeah i guess we can say that"

"i think you deserve a reward don't you think so?" you state as you sit on his lap, circling your arms around his broad shoulders.

"hm what do you have in mind" he says and kisses his way down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulder blade.....

"let me show you"

you got up from his lap and got on your knees in front of him

"you know this kit makes you look incredibly hot" you kiss his thighs, closer and closer to where he needed you most

"amor don't tease porfa"

"shhhh let take care of you baby"

you hook your fingers into the waistband of his trousers and boxers and pull them down slightly, more than enough for his cock to spring free

and immediately wrap your hand around it while you sweep your tongue ever so slightly over his tip, tasting the pre cum that was already forming

"bebe i-mhhh mierda"

carlos lets out a moan as you take him all into your mouth, "puta madre..oh..you're killing me" he manages to say between pants when you lick him from the base to his tip circling it slowly with your tongue and at the same time you jerk him off

until you stop all of your movements

"no no why did you st-"

"carlos i want you to fuck my mouth and use me to get yourself off"

he lets out a shaky breath but nods and holds your hair back in a messy ponytail and starts thrusting into your mouth slowly at first not wanting to hurt you

you look up at him through your lashes with pleading eyes and nod slightly encouraging him to go faster and harder and he obeys increasing the speed of the thrusts

"joder amor your mouth feels so good"

you can tell how close he is by the way he is panting and his thrusts become sloppier so you slide your hands up his abs and he lets out a moan, "i'm so close baby so close"

you take him out of your mouth and start jerking him off again, "cmon carlitos cum for me baby you are doing so good"

the praise was more than enough to push him over the edge, "mierda..mmmhhh..i'm gonna cum"

he couldn't hold back anymore once you put his tip back into your mouth harshly sucking so he finally cums in your mouth

carlos stands there trying to catch his breath completely obsessed with the sight of you on your knees for him trying to swallow all of his cum and licking your lips

you stand back on your feet again and give him a little kiss on the lips"i meant what i said earlier i am so proud of you carlitos"

he slides his arms around your waist humming in appreciation,

"te quiero muchissimo amor gracias por todo tu apoyo"

[kelloggsenthusiast]

please could you do a carlos alcaraz smut where he brings you to meet his parents and you have a good evening and after he rewards you with sex?

Permanent fixture

Post Cincinnati masters innit

cw: Trash Spanish translations (thank you Duolingo), smut, breeding kink, p in v, hella teasing, dirty talk (it's Carlos alca-rizz pls). Minors dni.

You had met Carlos' family before. That in itself wasn't new. The difference was that tonight you had gone to dinner with all of them, whereas you had only properly interacted with his mum or younger brothers during the time you used to play tennis yourself.

The dinner had gone objectively well, with your boyfriend holding you hand under the table every time he sensed that you were even slightly uncomfortable. That little gesture made your heart melt for him more.

By the end of the night, you were feeling more comfortable seated between Carlos and his older brother, chatting animatedly with his family comfortably.

Back at your hotel, as he watched you brush your hair and get ready for bed, Your boyfriend couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make you a permanent part of his family. He thought about getting a beach house with you in the south of Spain, with some beach in your backyard. He thought of a dog or three that you would pick. Most importantly, he thought about you being pregnant, your tummy round with his children and him taking care of you.

"a penny for your thoughts, guapo?" she you ask as you turn in your seat to look at him.

"ven aqui," he says, tapping his lap for you to go sit, which you dont hesitate to do

you straddle him and he wraps his arms around your waist, making you comfortable in his lap.

"i was just thinking about how good you looked tonight with my family, and my younger siblings. it made me want to start one with you," he said as his hands go under the oversized Duran Duran t-shirt you were wearing. his warm touch made your stomach turn sweetly. you looked into his soft brown eyes and found sincerity in them, one that you had not been expecting to find.

"do you want me to give you children, mi amor?" he asks ans he lightly juts his hips into yours. you knew what he wanted. you had wanted it too. all night in fact

"yes, carlos," you say breathlessly

his hand comes to the back of your neck as he presses a sweet kiss to you lips. your hips begin to rub against his, making his grip on your waist tighter. you moan into his mouth as his tingue tastes you and his hands run down your body to the hem of your shirt

he reaches under your tee shirt to try and get you out of the cloth and pulls away fromthe kiss to lift it over your head. he looks at you, bereft of clothing exept for your barely covering it underwear.

his hand lifts to toy with your nipples, gently tugging and squeezing the engorged bud. you like.it so much that it makes you bdy arch towards him. his mouthr cobers your other nipple, nibbling and licking and sucking on the taunt flesh. making you hotter. making you weter. making you cry out his name.

"fuck, thats the prettiest sound ive ever heard in my life mi amor," be cooed as he played with your breasts. you began to grind against him with more fevor, making him groan against your chest

"more, please more," you whimper helplessly, desperately trying to get him where you needed him the most, and its like your prayers were answered because he immediately detached from your chest and went to kiss a spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad, all while his hamds made their way down to the hem of your thong. his fingers hooked the silky fabric and began to try and himmy it down your legs. when he realised that this was taking him nowhere, he decided to rip the fabric clean off, making you gasp

unable to hold himself back anymore, he flips the both of you overand kneels at the foot of the bed, pulling you towards him and making himself level with your glistening pussy

"carajo, muñeca. eres tan perfecta," he says before sucking on your hard nub, dragging his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

>"oh my god, carlos,"you moan out as you drag your fingers through him soft dark curls. he looks up at you as he continues his ministrations. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flustered and delirious. the total opposite of yourusual composed and calculated self. he loved hearing you beg and scream and moan. he especially loved that he was the onewho did that to you.

you began to grind your hips against his face, despereately searching for more friction until his hands squeezed your thighs, holding them in place. one of his hnds went between your legs to collect some of your wetness on his fingers. need to keep you wet as i can he thinks to himselfas he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your hips stutter. it was driving you mad, how close you were

"come on, bebé, you can do it," he encouraged as he thrusts hisstill curled fingers in and out of you. with a strangled cry and a shuddering body, you came all over his fingers and face. he fingered you through it, whispering to you how good you were for him and how it turned him on to see you like that, at his mercy

he pulled away to undress himself as you came down, but you still watched his every movement.

it never got old to you

oncwe he was fully unclothed, he ran his fingers over your wetness, collecting some of it and using it to stroke himself. he looked so painflly hard and ready. it made you wet all over again, seeing him do that.

he ran the leaking head of his cock obver your slit, ccoating t with his warm precum. it made you let ouf the neediest , most pathetic whimper ever. god, you were so embarrased by it that you bit your lip.

"dont do that, hermosa," he chide as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips."i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."

his words made yoyr head light, or maybe it was the head of his cock slowly entering your tight pussy. whatever it was, you were enjoying it

"ah, fuck," he groans as he grabs the sheets with his fist. you moaned as well, grabbing his biceps for purchase as he slowly bottomed out in you

"i love you," he whispers as he enters you completely. the sincerity of his voice makes tears spring into your eyes

"i love you," you respond as he begins to slowly thrust into you

his strokes were slow and gentle at first, making you get used to the stretch and intrusion, making you relax so hecould give you what you wanted. your hips began to move against his, meeting his thrusts

"tan bonita, tan preciosa, todos para mi," he groans as he picks up speed, rutting into you with purpose.

your breathing got shallower the closer he brought you to your orgasm. you felt so in love inthat moment as you stared up at him with rose tinted irises. you clech around him as you come for the second time. he continues to thrust into you, this time flicking your clit with his thum. the overstimulation makes you clench and jerk uncontrollably as you cry out his name.

"asi, mi amor, you can do it again.you can give me one more," he groans as his th rusts pick up more speed

"i- i- "you choke out. you feel him getting to you, his fingers on your clit, his thrusts against that ribbed spot inside you, his cock twitching with every thrust

"i cant," you cry out as you feel him get closer and bringing you along with him.

"you can mi amor. you can do it," he grunts. "come on, just one more. i know you can."

your breath catches as you feel your third orgasm wash over you, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. your body trembles and yoir pussy clenches, making carlos release his large hot load in you with a groan. you stare up at him as you try to regain your breath.

"i love you, he rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"i love you," you respond , holding him close

[hornyramostan]

Stressed Out; Carlos Alcaraz

Carlitos was stressed before the Wimbledon final, so you decided to help him with that ;)

You were in bed trying to get some sleep but your nervous boyfriend wouldn't let you. To put you in context, tomorrow you boyfriend would play the Wimbledon Final against Djokovic. He was obviously restless. "Carlitos, amor, estás bien?" "mhh?" he mumbled "yes honey don't worry" you knew he was lying you could tell it in his voice, he had a certain tone that gave him away. "you sure? cause I can help you with that"

You knew you couldn't do much, but there was something that sure relaxed him. You started to touch his inner thigh going closer to his dick, this already make him moan a little. For more comfort, you decided to get on top of him. You slowly pulled up his shirt and with help you took it off, throwing it to god knows where. You started to leave wet kisses on his abdomen until you reached the fabric of his shorts. For each kiss you gave Carlos shuddered more and more. "You like it, don't you? I know you do"He just nodded, incapable of saying a word.

Continuing with your thing, you pull down his shorts and his bulge was remarkable. "Please" he was starting to beg, oh poor boy, how needed was him "Please what, mi amor" You asked him seductive. "Fuck me" there he was. He always plays the dominant bad guy, but on the bottom, he wanted to be dominated and be the submissive.

You pulled down his underpants, and starting to massage his massive dick. Up and down repeatedly. He was incontrolable moaning, and that was just music for your ears. The sound of him enjoying what you were doing to him, seeing him so submissive, his accelerated breath, his chest going up and down, the fact that he was so strong but couldn resist the effect you had on him, all of that drove you crazy, and only turned you on more and more.

Suddenly you stopped using your hands to give way to your beautiful tongue, who started licking every inch of his cock. At this point Carlos couldn't even moan good due to the stimulation. You were like that for a time until your legs started shaking and you knew the orgasm was near.

Carlos noticed and quickly grabbed your waist and introduced you to him. The speed and previous excitement made both of you let out a loud moan in unison. You started to move and in an attempt to prevent you from falling, Carlos placed his big hands on your breasts, massaging them, which made you even more excited. "I'm so close amor" he said to you Increasing the speed of the trust "Me too" Just like him, you began to move faster.

It didn't take much longer for both of you to have an orgasm. You fell stretched out on the body of your boyfriend who, like you, had his breath agitated and his body sweaty. After a few minutes and after the both caught their breath, he said "thank you" "thank you? why?" "don't play dumb, thanks for helping me with my nerves, If I win tomorrow, all the credits go to you." you smiled to him, kissing his chest "thank you love, I know you would".

weeell, this one was different from the other ones, anyways I hope you liked it and know that if you have a request the inbox its open! :)

[cieloclercs]

Okay so abt that Carlitos request maybe she’s in the crowd next to his mum and after a win at Wimbledon (maybe he’s the final winner 🤭) her and his family go down on the pitch to celebrate (kind of in the way footballers do it) and he just kisses her instantly and that’s the moment everyone finds out abt their relationship but the fans love it and maybe then they go on a vacation in Spain or smth like that 🫶🏻 thanks again for being open to write for him and have a good day!!

PS: if you find good fics with him please do tell where 😅

-🪷

hello! hope you enjoy this <3

p.s i found two really awesome carlitos fics you should check out! wimbledon shenanigans by @yungbludz and this blurb by @2manytabsopen

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𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐨́𝐧 | carlos alcaraz

THE DAY HAS finally arrived: one you’ve had circled in your calendar for weeks, almost as a manifestation that you’ll get to watch it not just as a neutral spectator, but as someone with a true stake in the outcome. The Wimbledon Final. A certain classic, the commentators all say. They’re sure, that no matter who wins, it’s going to be a match for the history books. The current world number one versus arguably the greatest tennis player of all time. Carlos Alcaraz versus Novak Djokovic.

You’re on the edge of your seat from the moment the first serve is taken. It almost feels as if you’re down there on the court, playing the match yourself. The nerves thrumming inside your very veins are enough for it to seem that way. Carlos’ mother is seated to your right, just as tense as you are, gripping the edge of her chair with white knuckles. You reach down to pat her hand reassuringly, partly for her, but mostly for you. Appearing so calm, so certain Carlos is going to do what he does best and win this match helps to quell your own nerves. Even if it’s a façade.

He's worked so hard to get here, you can’t even imagine the agony if he falls short now. So many have put their expectations on him, as this new, rising talent, pegging him to become the next Nadal; it’s a lot for anyone to deal with, but it amazes you how Carlos simply takes it into his stride. He’s inexperienced on grass compared to his competitor (or rather, inexperienced on every surface – this is Novak Djokovic we’re talking about, after all), yet even against those with years and years of tournament experience haven’t been able to beat him. No matter whether it seems the odds are stacked against him or not, Carlos always believes in himself. So you believe in him too. You know in your heart, this may seem like a mountain to climb, but if anyone can reach the summit, it’s him.

There’s a second story running alongside this one, however, and it involves you. Though you’ve been able to call the world number one your boyfriend for almost six months now, the world is yet to know about your relationship. As someone who hasn’t exactly been shielded from the public eye yourself, you both decided it would be healthier to keep everything private while you navigated the early stages of your relationship. Now, you’re both happier than you ever have been, and it feels as though you’re drawing nearer to the big announcement.

Attending Carlos’ match with his family is the first big step. From the moment you sat down with them in their box, you could feel the eyes on you; sense the whispers rippling around the court like shockwaves. Everyone knows who you are, of course – Spain’s golden girl, the child acting star turned Oscar winner at only twenty years of age. You’re a household name not only in your country, but across the whole world. To see you here, spending time with the family of your equivalent in the tennis world, is huge news. This isn’t just a case of some celebrity outing for the day, making an appearance in a private box; this is you sitting with Carlos’ family, laughing with his mother and doting on his little brother. You’re clearly more involved than the average celebrity – the big question on everyone’s lips is how involved?

For the moment, you ignore the masses of eyes on you. You’re here to see Carlos play first and foremost, not answer the newly emerged dating rumours which seem to be spreading like wildfire across social media (it’s barely even been half an hour – the fans sure do catch on quick). All you care about is cheering him on until he emerges victorious, lifting that coveted Wimbledon trophy high into the air. And with each point won that puts him just ahead of his opponent, you feel everything drawing closer to the inevitable end: Game, set, match – Carlos Alcaraz. It takes an excruciating four and three quarter hours of back and forth, but eventually, the dream becomes reality. Championship point won. He drops to the floor with a gasp just as you shoot up from your seat, arms flailing in the air, screaming until your throat is raw. Carlos Alcaraz is the winner of the 2023 Wimbledon Championship.

You’re not even sure it’s allowed when you and his family rush down onto the court, but in that moment, you honestly couldn’t care less. He’s shaken hands with Djokovic, who for once, doesn’t look ashamed to have been beaten – he recognises a worthy champion when he sees one. Then, after doing the same with the umpire, he turns to face his approaching family. The grin you love so much breaks out across his face. You know how important they all are to him. Having them here to witness this no doubt makes it even sweeter.

For a moment you hang back, watching as his father pats him proudly on the back, and his mother holds nothing in reserve by pulling him down to press a loving kiss to his cheek. He spins his little brother around in the air excitedly, and you hear Jaime’s giggles from where you’re standing a few feet away. You’re happy to just watch them for a while, a fond smile playing on your lips. They truly are the most idyllic family. You count yourself lucky to know them as well as you do, and perhaps even one day to be accepted as one of them by Carlos’ side. But you push those thought away, wanting to remain in the present. Right now, you couldn’t be more proud of your boyfriend. Your heart sings with joy for him and his incredible achievement. You’ve always known he is special, but now the rest of the world knows it just as certainly as you do.

It isn’t long before Carlos turns his attention away from his family, searching for you amongst the crowd. You aren’t far away, grinning back at him shyly. You’re aware of the crowd around you, conscious that they are no doubt watching his every move, but when you lock eyes, that doesn’t seem to matter anymore. He closes the distance between you in four short strides, and before you know it, his arms are wrapped around you, lifting you high up into the air as he spins around. You’re laughing gleefully, arms looped securely around his neck as if they belong there. When he sets you down again everything is quiet, despite the crowd still cheering his name.

"Estoy muy orgullosa de ti.” I’m so proud of you. You murmur, hands placed on either side of his face. You eyes are filled with nothing but love and admiration as you gaze up at him. You can see it mirrored back at you in his own.

"No podría haberlo hecho sin ti, mi amor.” I couldn’t have done it without you, mi amor. He replies tenderly. Though you know it’s not strictly the truth. Everyone needs love and support from those they care for the most to get them through the difficult times, but Carlos Alcaraz was born to be a star. He was always going to make it this far – it’s just something you can’t argue with, a little like fate. Still, it’s nice to feel like you had a part to play in that. You are important enough to him to matter in a time like this. That’s the special thing.

"Te quiero, campeón.” I love you, champion. You tell him with a teasing giggle. He seems to light up at the nickname, chest puffing out with pride.

"Yo también te quiero.” I love you too. He murmurs. His hands cradle either side of your face, and when he glances down at your lips, you know exactly what he’s asking. The crowd’s focus is still very much on the two of you, but despite all the efforts you’ve gone to hide your relationship, right now, you don’t care. The subtlest of nods tells him all he needs to know. Carlos dips his head down, capturing your lips in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever known. You think the crowd are cheering; you can hear some whistles, muffled into the background. None of it matters. All you care about is when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossible close – so close you can feel his heartbeat against your own chest.

Even when he pulls away, the spell isn’t broken. There’s something about sharing in the joy of the man you love that simply makes everything else fade away. Carlos looks down at you, his eyes so soft, shining so brightly they could have held the entire universe for all you knew. In a way, he’s thanking you. You’re not sure what for at first, because he’s made it here of his own merit. But then it hits you. Carlos is a simple man. He’s simply thanking you for being here, to celebrate the greatest moment of his life alongside him and his family. At the end of the day, it’s what he cares about most – his family. The look he gives you now is as much confirmation as you’ll ever need. He considers you to be a part of it. Maybe not in name (not yet, anyway), but in heart, in spirit, you mean just as much to him.

Finally, when you’re both returned to reality, he relaxes his grip around your waist, turning to wave at the crowd, shooting them a cheeky wink (which you just know will be all over social media within the next few hours). You can’t help but laugh. Someone calls his name: it’s time to prepare for the presentation, they tell him. He turns back to look at you with a dazed grin. You can’t resist pressing one final kiss to his lips before he’s dragged away – your champion, ready to lift that legendary trophy high in the air. No one deserves it more than him, you think. This is what he was born to do.

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tennisupdates Carlos Alcaraz and newly confirmed girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N, who attended the match with his family, celebrating his Wimbledon victory on centre court ❤️

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Two weeks later Majorca, Spain

After the chaos and exposure of Wimbledon, a private beach getaway is exactly what both you and Carlos needed. Days stretch away on the sand, swallowed up by the rolling blue tides, and you think this place must be paradise on earth – or maybe it’s the company that makes everything so perfect. You’ve barely moved from your residence along the private stretch of beach Carlos had splashed out on to make your time together as romantic (and paparazzi-free) as possible. You don’t need to. This is your time to relax, to unwind after Wimbledon; and if you don’t deserve that, Carlos certainly does. You’re simply reaping the rewards.

Both your phones lay face down on the kitchen table inside. You haven’t looked at social media once since the final, and you don’t plan to as long as you’re here. No doubt, all your accounts will be blown up with messages about yours and Carlos’ surprise hard launch, both good and bad. You don’t want to ruin this little paradise you’ve created by getting sucked into the media. So, aside from texting or calling your families in the evenings, both yours and Carlos’ phones remain unused throughout your days together. It’s beyond peaceful. He pledges to do this more often – just be together, without the pressure of social media or the press breathing down your necks.

Sprawled out across the sand, you lay on his tanned chest, running your fingers softly up and down the side of his ribs. He hums contentedly at the sensation. You’re both sleepy, the sun lulling you into a daze. Carlos’ lips find your hair occasionally, kissing away your tiredness. His arms pull you in close, so you can feel the warmth radiating from his skin as much as you can feel it from the sun, or the sand beneath you. This feeling, that blooms in your chest and lights up every part of you, is nothing short of belonging. Even if you both had nothing, if you were talentless, penniless, with no place to call your own, you could claim it with each other. Carlos is the man whose arms you want to lie in every day for the rest of your life. You’re only young, but you know it to be true. He’s the one for you.

"El sol se está poniendo.” The sun’s going down. He soon whispers into the dusk, which has crept up on you in the last few hours. You hum some kind of acknowledgement, but keep your face buried deep into the crook of his neck. He chuckles.

"Vamos, cariño." Come on, baby. Carlos murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your face, "Vamos a la cama." Let’s go to bed.

You don’t argue with him when he scoops you up into his arms, lifting you up off the still warm sand as you giggle at the way he spins you around. When your feet touch the ground again, you can’t resist kissing him. It’s short and sweet, but he chases you with his lips when you pull away. You feel your heart soar.

Hand in hand, you make your way inside, to the place which has become your own perfect, little solitude. No one can touch you here, so far away from the rest of the world. You both know you’ll have to go back to reality fairly soon, but for that night, it’s the farthest thing from your minds. For now you’re just young and in love, wrapped up in each other, never wanting to leave. It’s the best place you can be, you think. The only place you ever want to be.

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yourusername sí, sigo vivo! han sido un par de semanas caóticas en wimbledon, así que hemos decidido tomarnos un tiempo para nosotros mismos antes de que las cosas empiecen a volverse locas otra vez 🫣

a mi campeón - estoy muy orgullosa de ti y de todo lo que has conseguido. nadie se merece esto mas que tu. he visto el trabajo que haces dia y noche para ser la mejor. no ha sido facil, pero que sepas que he creido en ti en cada paso del camino, y seguire creyendo en ti mientras viva. te quiero, carlitos ❤️

yes, i'm still alive! it's been a chaotic couple of weeks at wimbledon, so we've decided to take some time to ourselves before things start to get crazy again 🫣

to my champion - i am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished. no one deserves this more than you. i have seen the work you do day and night to be the best. it has not been easy, but know that i have believed in you every step of the way, and i will continue to believe in you as long as i live. i love you, carlitos ❤️

carlitosalcarazz te quiero siempre / i love you always

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hiyaa! I was wondering if you could write something about not having seen carlos for weeks and when you finally join him for whatever tournament he cannot behave, not even in public so let alone in your hotel room 🤭🤭. If that’s okay with you🙏🏼

A/N: hi anon ! ooo, this is gonna be so good. i’m assuming you want some spiceeee. so i got you 🤭 this is my first time ever writing something like this. so hopefully i could give you what you wanted. let me know what you think ! mwah

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CRAVE YOU - C. ALCARAZ

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Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: [18+] mature content, has sexual themes, romantic undertones, and explicit scenes.

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Weeks had passed since you’d last seen each other—weeks of training, tournaments, and distance. The anticipation of finally joining Carlos at his latest tournament had your heart racing. He’d been teasing you with late-night messages and playful words, but it wasn’t the same as being near him.

Text after text kept popping up on your phone, each one adding to the heat between you. “I miss you so much, amor” and “Can’t wait to see you,” he’d say, teasingly followed by, “I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself when I see you, cariño.”

You reread each message, the anticipation growing with every word. Your lips parted slightly, and you bit down, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. It had been so long since you two were together, and you could already feel the heat of his presence, knowing when you finally came face-to-face, he wouldn’t hold back.

Carlos had personally invited you to this social event, a gathering filled with players, their partners, sponsors, media personalities, and other important figures from the tennis world. It was an opportunity for everyone to unwind, network, and celebrate the tournament in a more relaxed atmosphere. While the event was bustling with conversation and laughter, all you could think about was the chance to finally be with Carlos after weeks of distance—away from the courts, the cameras, and the constant pressure of the sport. The exhaustion of your grueling schedules made it nearly impossible for you both to find time to be together, but tonight, you finally had this moment.

As you entered the event’s venue, your eyes locked across the crowd. His smile was everything you needed, but it was the way he studied you, the intensity of his gaze, that sent shivers down your spine. The buzz of conversations and soft clinking of glasses surrounded you, but his attention was solely on you. Despite the noise and movement around you, it was as if you both were in a world of your own, and that magnetic pull between you only grew stronger. The distance between you was too far but still close enough to make your pulse race.

You made your way through the crowd, and in an instant, he was by your side. He pulled you into a warm embrace, mindful of the public setting, his lips brushing softly against your cheek. The moment was brief, but his whisper in your ear—softly telling you how much he missed you—sent a rush of warmth through you. He was careful, but there was no hiding the intensity behind his touch and the longing in his eyes.

As you mingled among the crowd, you found yourself engaging in light conversation with other players and their partners. The WAGs were a welcoming group, sharing laughs and stories about their experiences on tour. You talked about everything from life on the road to the latest gossip in the tennis world, all while sipping on drinks and enjoying the elegant setting.

The entire evening, Carlos was subtle— trying to hold back, or at least, he tried. His hands were on you at every chance he got—resting on your back, grazing your waist, and brushing against your arm, each touch a silent promise of the tension building between the two of you. As you both mingled with other guests, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but it was hard to focus on anything else but the heat between you. Carlos was talking to a few sponsors, his attention divided, but you could feel his gaze lingering on you from across the room.

And as time went on, his patience began to slip. The lingering touches grew more urgent, more demanding, like he couldn’t keep himself in check any longer. It was clear—he was on the edge, and so were you. The room buzzed with conversations, but it felt as though you both were in a world of your own, every shared glance and fleeting touch intensifying the magnetic pull between you.

He would press behind you, his chest lightly brushing your back, and You could feel him—his heat, his desire. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, each movement sending a wave of anticipation through you. His lips lingered on your shoulder, and as his breath danced across your skin, you shivered, both from the warmth of his touch and the depth of the connection between you. Around you, the party continued with people chatting and the hum of music playing softly in the background, but none of it mattered. “You smell so good,” he whispered low, his voice sending a rush of heat through you once more.

“Behave, Carlos” You warned, your voice a mix of amusement and desire. But you weren’t really trying to stop him. He knew it, too, just a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The guests around you were oblivious, absorbed in their conversations, but it didn’t matter to Carlos—he was all in.

You tried to ignore the heat building in your chest. Carlos leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered, “Dame un beso… [Give me a kiss].” His breath was hot against your skin, making your pulse race, and you felt the space between you close even further. You could feel the pressure building, not just in your body, but in the air around you.

You hesitated for a split second, the pull between you two undeniable, before you leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, teasing kiss. His hands roamed, one resting firmly on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. Each touch, each whisper, was a promise of what was to come, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in it.

Every now and then, you’d catch him tugging at the strap of your dress, his fingers grazing your skin, ensuring you felt the tension building between you. His fingers brushed the strap of your dress, letting it slip off your shoulder. The playful edge in his touch made your heart race even faster, but you couldn’t stay in the moment for long. Other people were nearby, oblivious to the tension between you, but you both knew—this wasn’t over.

Later, as you sat beside him, Carlos’ team and a few close friends nearby, he got even bolder. His hand rested on your thigh, gently at first, before it started inching higher, just barely brushing the top of your thigh. You shifted slightly, aware of his proximity, and whispered under your breath, “You should behave, Carlos.” His eyes darkened with a mix of challenge and desire, but he didn’t stop. He was enjoying the game. The subtle game of patience he was playing—and you were losing.

When the day finally came to a close, and you were alone in the hotel room, the tension between you both finally broke. Carlos wasted no time closing the door behind him, his hands on you the moment you were inside. No more subtle touches—he was feral, unable to control himself after so long apart. He tightened his grip, pulling you closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, voice laced with possession. “No más [No more]. No more waiting.”

Carlos’ lips found yours almost instantly, urgent and hungry, as if he were making up for lost time. He kissed you deeply, the kind of kiss that made the air between you thicken with desire. Pulling back just slightly, his breath hot against your ear, he muttered, “Te he echado tanto de menos… [I missed you so much] you have no idea what I’ve been thinking about,” his hands now gripping your waist as he pulled you closer.

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at your lips as your hands ran through his hair. “I think I have an idea…”

He smirked, his eyes wild with longing. “You have no clue, amor… I’m going to make sure you feel it.”

Carlos captured your lips again, the kiss deeper this time, a silent promise of what was to come. Slowly, you both moved together, his hands guiding you toward the bed, the back of your knees brushing the edge of it as he pulled you closer, not breaking the kiss. Both of you were consumed by the heat building between you.

You pulled away slightly, your eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “You’ve been misbehaving all evening, Carlos,” you teased, your voice low and mischievous. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. “I warned you, didn’t I? That you’d have to pay for all that teasing.” Your eyes never left his as you sank slowly onto the bed, your fingertips trailing down to his belt buckle. Carlos’ breath hitched at the touch, his chest rising and falling, as he looked down at you.

Spreading your legs just enough, you whispered, “Get on your knees, Carlos.”

His gaze darkened at the sound of your request, a smirk playing on his lips as he sank to his knees. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, cariño,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. His large hands found your thighs, spreading them further as his gaze intensified. “But I’ll make sure you remember every second.”

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a/n: part 2 ??????? 🤭

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heated challenge - Carlos Alcaraz

Y/N x Carlos Alcaraz Theme: Smutish, teasing, touching you're playing against Carlos in a friendly sparring match, which get heated fast x word count: 1290+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests (F1, Motogp, tennis, football etc)

The sun shines brightly overhead as you and Carlos walk onto the pitch of the private sports club. The court is pristine, the lines freshly painted, and the net taut. 

You look down at yourself, feeling both excitement and a hint of anxiety. You are wearing Carlos' spare tennis gear—a white top and a pair of shorts that fit surprisingly well. It's been years since you last played, held a racket, and walked onto the pitch, and while you aren't a professional, you know you are decent. 

Still, the thought of playing against Carlos, a tennis superstar, is both thrilling and intimidating.

Carlos looks incredible in his yellow tank top and black shorts. His clothes accentuate his physique perfectly, each muscle sculpted and defined. 

You swallow hard as your eyes meet, and he gives you a reassuring smile that sends a wave of comfort through you.

"Ready?" He asks, his voice filled with warmth and encouragement.

You nod, a little anxious about embarrassing yourself, but his smile bolsters your confidence.

You take your places on the court, and it is your turn to serve.

You take a deep breath, toss the ball into the air, and strike it with your racket. Not a bad serve, you think, but Carlos manages it effortlessly.

You rally back and forth, and you can tell he is holding back, perhaps subconsciously. It is a sparring match, after all.

As you continue, you begin to get the hang of things again. Your shots become more accurate, your movements more fluid.

Carlos notices and smirks, unconsciously stroking his chest.

"You're doing good," he says before serving the ball again, this time with more power and speed, testing you. 

You manage to return it quite well, causing his smirk to widen.

Still, he wins the set.

The two of you meet at the net, both of you sweating and breathing deeply. You can't help but admire how his muscles flex with every step he takes, and you know, by his eyes roaming all over you, that he feels the same.

"You're really good," he compliments, and you blush.

"I haven't played in years," you admit, your heart racing from the exertion and his proximity.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment. "It doesn't show. You're doing great."

You can tell he is excited, his eyes sparkling with a competitive fire he can't hide.

The next set is even harder.

You manage to score a few points, but Carlos' athleticism and talent are too much for you in the end. He moves with grace and power, that leaves you in awe.

Once the set is done, you walk over to the bench for a drink. Before you can take a sip, Carlos comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. His touch is comforting, and you feel a rush of warmth as his chest presses gently against your back. He hums quietly, the sound vibrating through you and giving you goosebumps.

"You did so good," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You lean back into him, embracing his body against yours. His hands are firmly on your waist, holding you close—gently but possessively. Turning around to face him, your eyes meet. 

"Thank you," you say, giving the compliment back. "You were amazing out there."

Carlos smirks, his gaze roaming all over you. "It was hard to concentrate," he admits, "because you look so good."

You blush again, feeling the intensity of his eyes on you. Steadying yourself against his firm chest, you feel the heat radiating from his body and the muscles reacting underneath his shirt.

His hands tighten slightly on your waist, and you can sense the desire in his touch. When your eyes meet again, you know he is craving your touch, but you both understand it isn't the place or the time.

"What do you say? One last round?" Carlos teases, one hand on his chest, the other motioning toward the pitch. 

"Sounds good," you agree, but before you can take your place on the court, Carlos takes his shirt off, showing off his toned body.

"I just need some space." He tilts his head playfully as a knowing smile plays on his lips. 

In one swift motion, he strokes his chest and tummy before his hand gently brushes over his shorts, drawing attention to the desire and excitement building up inside him.

For a second, you're unable to take your eyes off him; the display both challenging and tantalizing.

You regain your composure and raise an eyebrow. "Suit yourself," you smirk back at him, and the two of you get back on to the court.

The next set begins with renewed intensity.

Carlos serves first, his powerful shot skimming the net and forcing you to scramble. You return it with a strong backhand, and he nods appreciatively before smashing it back to your side of the court. You lunge, barely managing to return it, and Carlos's grin widens as he volleys it again, this time out of your reach.

He wins the first points easily, but you are determined to make the match competitive. 

You serve next, aiming for the far corner of the service box. Carlos darts to intercept, but your serve catches him off guard, giving you the first point. You feel a surge of confidence as you square off again.

The rallies are longer and more intense this time. Each point is hard-fought, with neither of you willing to give an inch. Your strokes are precise, your movements agile, but Carlos's pure skill is unmatched. He leaps and lunges with a fluidity that takes your breath away, his body a perfect instrument of the sport.

As you continue, the score remains tight. You are tied, and every point feels crucial.

You manage to outmaneuver him with a series of quick volleys, earning a few points in rapid succession. He responds with powerful serves that push you to your limits. The competitive fire in his eyes spurs you on, and you find yourself playing better than ever before.

Carlos serves again, the ball blazing over the net. You return it with a swift forehand, and you rally back and forth, each shot more intense than the last.

Sweat drips down your face, and you can see the same determination in Carlos's eyes. He is pushing you to the edge, and you are rising to the challenge.

Finally, it is match point.

Carlos serves with a power and precision that leave you scrambling. You manage to return the ball, but he is ready, smashing it down the line. You dive for it, your racket connecting just enough to send it back over the net.

Carlos sprints forward, and with a final, powerful stroke, he sends the ball sailing past you.

You collapse onto the ground, trying to catch your breath. Carlos lets out a low grunt of excitement, his face lighting up with a triumphant smile.

Carlos approaches you, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. One hand slides around your waist, pulling you close, while the other holds his rackett firmly.

Without a word, he kisses you passionately, his lips demanding and full of fire. You give in to him, your arms wrapping around his neck, savoring the intensity of the moment. His passion is intoxicating, and you adore every second of it.

You break apart, both of you smiling, the connection between you stronger than ever. 

"That was amazing," you whisper, feeling breathless and exhilarated.

"It was," he agrees. His eyes lock onto yours with a mix of affection and desire. "We should do it again, soon."

You nod, leaning into him, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. 

"Any time," you reply softly.

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Superstition - Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS: smut, +18 |SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend's superstitions... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: I missed writing for carlitos😭 but i'm back now😉😉

Paris at night was stunning, and tonight felt especially magical. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, and the soft hum of the city outside made the hotel room feel extra cozy. Carlos and you were snuggled up together, but he seemed a bit distracted. His fingers were tracing patterns on your arm, and you noticed he was lost in thought.

"What's on your mind, Carlos?"

He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you remember the night before I won Wimbledon?”

You remembered that night all too well. A smile spread across your face as the memory came back.

“What about it?” you asked, laughing softly, feeling playful.

He gazed at you, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. “That night brought me so much luck, cariño,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You cuddled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. “And you think tonight could be the same?”

Carlos's touch was both soothing and electric. “I don’t just think so. I’m certain,” he said softly, his eyes filled with desire. “I need this.”

You could sense a mix of nervous excitement and need in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too tired for the match tomorrow.”

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “How could I ever be too tired for you?”

He leaned in and kissed you, and what started as a gentle touch quickly became more passionate. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You responded eagerly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

As the intensity grew, Carlos’s hand slipped under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, making sure he was really sure about this. “Are you sure this is what you want? You have a big day tomorrow.”

Carlos smiled, his gaze full of desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You pulled him back, kissing him passionately. Carlos’s hands were everywhere, exploring and teasing, driving you both higher with each touch.

Soon, your clothes were tossed aside, the cool air contrasting sharply with the heat between you. Carlos’s lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Good,” you whispered back, running your hands over his chest. “Because I want you to remember this tomorrow. I want you to think about me.”

Carlos’s eyes darkened with desire. “Trust me,” he said, his voice rough, “I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

He kissed you again, this time with even more intensity, as his hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring. You arched into his touch, your moans growing softer.

Carlos’s lips and tongue worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you. “Te vuelves loca,” he whispered in Spanish, his voice filled with wonder. “Me vuelves loco.”

His hands rested on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue continued its teasing dance. “Eres todo lo que deseo,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and desire. “Quiero sentirte así toda la noche.”

The sensation of his tongue exploring you made you gasp, your body trembling. The room was filled with your soft moans and his spanish sentences that could me you go wild. “Dime lo que quieres,” he said, his voice husky. “Quiero escuchar tus gemidos.”

You could barely speak, the pleasure overwhelming you. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice thick with need. “Please, Carlos.”

He responded with renewed fervor, his movements pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of his touch and whispered dirty talk made everything more intense.

“Eres mi todo,” he murmured against your most sensitive spot. “No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you clung to him, your body arching and trembling. Carlos’s movements never faltered, his focus entirely on making you feel amazing.

He moved up to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours with fierce passion. As his kisses deepened, he guided you to the edge. Carlos positioned himself between your legs, his hands tracing a path along your inner thighs.

“¿Estás lista?” he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your body already responding. Carlos entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely made you both moan softly. His movements were steady, each thrust deliberate and passionate.

Carlos’s eyes locked onto yours, and he whispered in Spanish, “Eres todo para mí.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him. The connection between you was electric, each movement heightening the pleasure. Carlos gripped your hips firmly, guiding you both through the rhythm of your desire.

The room filled with your shared pleasure: moans, gasps, and whispered endearments. Carlos’s breath was hot against your ear as he pushed you both toward the edge. “Quiero sentirte más cerca,” he murmured, his voice urgent. “No te sueltes.”

You clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. The rhythm between you grew faster, more urgent, both of you pushing toward the peak. Carlos’s movements were driven by a mix of need and love, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Please, baby, please,” you begged, your voice filled with need.

Carlos’s release came in a powerful wave, and you felt him empty himself inside you.

Carlos pulled you close, his breath mingling with yours.

“This is surely going to bring me luck tomorrow,”

[szariahwroteit]

Chapter 35 of All That Glitters

18+ Minors DNI.

Although she wasn't walking tonight's red carpet with Jude, Naya couldn't deny the nerves she felt as she got ready to attend Real Madrid's annual gala held in support of multiple children’s charities across the city.

After a grueling tennis practice with Maria and her team, Naya had spent the better part of the day in and out of various maintenance appointments.

She had her hair styled into an elegant updo, her makeup perfectly done to complement her stunning evening gown. As she slipped on her heels and grabbed her clutch, Naya took a step back to inspect her outfit in the floor length mirror in one of Jude’s guest rooms.

She was pulled from her thoughts as the bedroom door swung open, revealing Jude standing there in a sharp tuxedo, a smile spreading across his face as he took in Naya's appearance.

"Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking," he said, crossing the room to join her, his hands resting gently on her waist.

"Thank you," Naya replied, feeling her nerves ease slightly under Jude's warm gaze. "You look handsome," she complemented, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Jude leaned in to place a soft kiss on Naya's neck before offering her his hand so he could lead her outside to the awaiting car.

Their driver opened the car door, and Jude helped Naya inside before sliding in next to her. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled the air as they made their way to the gala. Naya couldn't help but feel grateful for Jude's calming presence by her side.

As they arrived at the venue, Naya made her way inside leaving Jude to pose for pictures and take interviews from journalists.

She mingled with the familiar faces around the room as she waited for Jude to join her, enjoying the lively atmosphere and the chance to support such important causes.

Finding the table they were seated at, Naya took a seat waiting for Jude to join her.

As she sat there, Naya couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that tonight Jude was set to be awarded for his efforts on the team in their previous season after winning the LaLiga tournament and Champions League.

"Naya," a voice called out, causing her to look up in surprise. She couldn't believe her eyes as she saw Carlos Alcaraz approaching her table.

“Carlos, hi,” Naya smiled politely as he took a seat beside her.

"I had no idea you were attending tonight. It's great to see you," he said, genuinely happy to have some familiar company amidst the chaos of the event.

"I’m here with my boyfriend,” Naya replied, gesturing towards where Jude was finally making his way over to their table, looking less than pleased with Naya’s acquaintance. His jaw tensed slightly as he reached them, he managed to offer a nod in Carlos' direction before turning his attention to Naya.

"Everything okay?" Jude asked in a low voice, his concern evident as he glanced between Naya and Carlos.

Naya nodded reassuringly, placing a hand on Jude's arm. "Everything's fine, just catching up," she explained, giving him a comforting smile hoping he relaxed at her words.

Jude remained tense as he turned to Carlos. "Nice to see you, Carlos," Jude greeted, his tone polite but guarded.

Carlos gave a subtle nod, picking up on the palpable tension in the room. "Good to see you, Jude," he responded. "Naya, I look forward to catching up with you later," he added with a sly wink.

Naya watched as Carlos left, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her. She knew Jude's protective nature was just a part of who he was, but she had to acknowledge that Carlos winking at her made her question his intentions. She couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort that lingered after Carlos's departure.

“Fucking idiot,” Jude mumbled under his breath, letting out a huff of frustration.

Naya squeezed Jude's arm, trying to diffuse the tension. "It's okay, Jude. Forget about him." She reassured him.

“Regardless of whether he finds you attractive or not, that was fucking disrespectful.”

Jude's words were laced with a hint of possessiveness, his grip on Naya's hand tightening slightly.

Naya understood where Jude was coming from, appreciating his protectiveness but also not wanting any unnecessary drama to spoil their evening. "I know, but let's not let it ruin the night. We're here to celebrate your accomplishments, remember?" she said softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Jude's expression softened at her words, his features relaxing as he looked into her eyes. The low hum of conversation around the room quieted as a speaker stepped onto the stage to introduce the event.

Naya and Jude turned their attention to the stage, their focus shifting to the purpose of the evening.

Although he tried to suppress his annoyance, Jude’s mood was completely sour as the evening went on.

He made an effort to maintain a polite demeanor throughout the gala, clapping and smiling when necessary, but Naya could see the tension simmering beneath the surface.

As the night went on tables and chairs were set aside giving way to a dance floor and creating the space for guest to mingle.

Naya stood by Jude's side, intently listening as he conversed with Kylian. His hand rested casually on the back of her neck.

The interaction that most might have overlooked as a mere touch between romantic partners was laden with profound meaning and significance for Naya and Jude.

Although she remained stoic, Jude's hold around her neck made her core pulse and nipples harden against the fabric of her dress. She knew exactly what he was doing, regardless of how innocent he may have seemed as he stood engrossed in a conversation with his teammate. He was inadvertently marking his territory for all present to see.

His fingers gently grazed the skin at the base of her throat as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. Naya could feel the intensity in his touch, the possessiveness in his grip. She kept her expression neutral, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on her.

But deep down, a part of her enjoyed the thrill of his dominance, the raw desire he stirred within her, as his touch lingered.

Excusing herself from Jude, Naya went in search of the restroom to freshen up and have a moment to herself.

Just as she went to leave the bathroom, the door opened to reveal Jude. The look of annoyance that once danced in his eyes was replaced with something else as he closed the door and locked it behind himself.

Naya's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face Jude, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. His eyes bore into hers, a mixture of frustration and desire swirling within them.

"I got bored without you," Jude confessed, his voice low and husky.

Naya felt her pulse quicken as Jude closed the distance between them, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer, before turning her so they both faced the mirror Naya had been checking her makeup in minutes before.

"You look incredible in this dress, but I can’t wait to take you out of it," Jude whispered hotly as he caught Naya’s ear between his teeth. His hands reached up to gently part the loose material that made up the low-cut neckline of her dress, revealing her breast as they took in their reflections in the mirror before them.

Naya's breath caught in her throat as she felt Jude's warm breath on her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch as he traced a path of fire along her collarbone. His fingers danced lightly over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Jude's gaze met hers in the mirror, dark with desire and mischief.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her waist. Naya stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, yet feeling more alive than ever. Jude's hands roamed over her body, igniting a hunger deep within her.

"Do you think Carlos can fuck you the way I can?”Naya's heart raced at Jude's bold question, her desire for him burning brighter with each passing moment. She shook her head, unable to form words as she gazed into his intense eyes, knowing that there was no comparison between them. Jude's lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, claiming her completely.

“Do you think he knows you like being fucked slow and deep?” Jude continued as he trailed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Naya's mind was a blur as she tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with anticipation.

Jude's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of her exposed skin, leaving her trembling with need. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Naya couldn't deny the truth in Jude's words – he knew her in a way no one else did, and the thought sent a thrill down her spine.

As Jude's lips found hers once more, their passion ignited like a flame, consuming them both in a whirlwind of desire. In that moment, all that mattered was the connection between them, the raw and unbridled passion that threatened to consume them whole.

“I’m going to take you home and cum in you, just because I can. Because you belong to me.”

Naya's heart pounded in her chest at Jude's possessive words, feeling a rush of excitement and arousal at his dominant declaration. She knew that she was completely under his spell, unable and unwilling to resist the magnetic pull between them. With a nod, she silently acknowledged her submission to him, her body craving his touch and his claim.

"We’re going to leave the bathroom and say good night to my teammates and coaches. And then I’m going to take you to my place and show you just how much you belong to me," Jude murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Naya's heart raced with anticipation, her body thrumming with desire as she eagerly followed him out of the bathroom and into the night ahead, ready for whatever he had in store for her.

Holding Jude’s hand as he led her throughout the room Naya felt a sense of exhilaration and nervousness as they made their way through the crowded room. She could feel the curious glances and whispers directed their way, but she was too consumed by the heat of Jude's touch to care. His grip on her hand was firm, possessive, and it sent a thrill through her.

Naya was so turned on, she couldn’t make eye contact with anyone out of the fear of exposing herself.

As they reached the group of Jude's teammates and coaches, Naya felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of what was to come. She stood by Jude's side, her body humming with anticipation as he exchanged pleasantries and goodbyes. The air between them crackled with tension, a silent promise of the passion that awaited them.

Jude crossed the room to where Carlos stood, his mood less sour as he bid good night to the man who’s attendance conjured his possessive streak over Naya to rear its head.

The smuggest part of Jude wanted to thank Carlos for his part to play and let him know that he was going to take Naya home and fuck her until she forgot he existed. But he knew better and he respected his girlfriend far too much to ever stoop to that level.

Instead, Jude simply nodded at Carlos, his eyes glinting with a silent challenge. Carlos seemed to sense the tension between them, but he simply offered a tight-lipped smile and a nod in return before looking away.

As they left the gala and made their way to Jude's place, Naya's heart raced with a heady mix of excitement and nerves. She knew that she was about to embark on a night filled with passion and desire, giving herself completely to Jude's dominant and possessive nature.

Once inside Jude's house, the air crackled with electricity as he pulled her into his arms, claiming her with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. Naya surrendered herself to him, letting go of all inhibitions.

“I don’t think you understand how much I want you,” Jude drawled, his eyes running over Naya’s body as her dress pooled at her feet, before meeting hers.

Naya's pulse quickened at Jude's words, a surge of desire coursing through her veins as she met his gaze with equal fervor. She could feel the intensity of his desire for her, the hunger in his eyes mirroring her own. With a soft gasp, she whispered, "Show me, Jude. Show me how much you want me."

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Jude wasted no time in fulfilling her request. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to his bedroom where the air was heavy with anticipation.

As they tumbled onto the bed, their bodies melded together in a frenzy of need and desire. Jude's touch ignited a fire within Naya, his hands exploring every inch of her with a possessiveness that left her breathless. She arched into his touch, her body responding eagerly to his every caress.

Standing up from the bed, Jude got down onto his knees and wrapped his hand around Naya’s ankle to pull her body towards him.

As much as he wanted to plunge his length deep inside her and fuck her until she saw stars, first, he needed a taste.

Slipping her saturated thong to the side, Jude hummed in appreciation as he came face to face with her pussy.

The sight of her glistening folds made his mouth water with anticipation. Without hesitation, Jude leaned in and placed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center.

Naya's breath hitched as Jude's warm breath fanned across her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. When his lips finally made contact with her throbbing core, she gasped at the sensation of his tongue tracing slow circles around her most intimate place.

Jude savored the taste of her, his movements deliberate and calculated to drive her wild with desire. He expertly flicked and teased, drawing out her pleasure until she was writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

Naya's hands gripped the sheets as Jude brought her to the brink of release, his ministrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally shattered with a cry of his name on her lips, Jude reveled in the knowledge that he alone could bring her such exquisite pleasure.

“Sit up and taste yourself,” Jude instructed as he leaned over her, bringing his lips to meet hers in a searing kiss.

Naya obeyed without hesitation, moaning as Jude made sure she tasted herself on his tongue.

“You look as good as you taste,” he smirked as they parted lips, his eyes slowly scanning over her naked body.

With a coy smirk Naya turned over onto her stomach, raising her hips slightly as she silently gave herself over to be claimed by Jude once again.

“You’re such a fucking good girl,” Jude growled as pulled his length free from the confines of his underwear, before sending a sharp slap to Naya’s ass.

“Put your hands behind your back and give yourself to me properly,” he ordered, making Naya moan as she obliged him.

Naya's body thrummed with anticipation as she followed Jude's command, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and submission. She clasped her hands behind her back, offering herself up to him completely, ready to surrender to his every whim.

Jude's hands roamed over her exposed skin, his touch igniting something within her that threatened to consume her whole. His fingers traced a path of heat along her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Naya arched into his touch, craving more of his dominant caress.

With a low growl, Jude positioned himself behind her, his length pressing against her slick folds. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through Naya, her body aching for his touch. And when he finally entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust, she cried out in ecstasy.

Jude’s eyes were fixed on the way Naya stretched to accommodate his girth, he could feel her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and possession that left them both breathless.

Coming up on her arms and raising her hips higher to create a deep arch in her back, Naya let out a loud moan as Jude slipped even deeper inside of her.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin as Jude set a punishing rhythm, driving her to the edge of oblivion. Naya surrendered herself completely to the pleasure he was giving her, her body responding eagerly to his every touch.

Jude's movements were primal and possessive, his hands gripping her hips with a firmness that left marks on her skin. Naya's senses were overwhelmed with the intensity of their connection, the raw passion that flowed between them like a wildfire.

As fun as it was to ravage Naya from behind, the type of intimacy Jude craved could only be achieved via missionary.

He wanted to look into Naya’s eyes as she clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her as deep as her body would allow.

With a growl of desire, Jude flipped Naya onto her back, his eyes locking with hers as he positioned himself between her legs. The intensity of their gaze fueled the flames of their passion, each moment filled with a raw and unbridled connection that left them both breathless.

As he entered her once more, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire and need. Naya's nails dug into Jude's back, her legs wrapping around him in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Their bodies melded together as one, moving in a rhythm that spoke of a deeper connection than words could convey.

Unhooking her right leg from around him, Jude raised it to his shoulder watching as Naya’s eyes went round with pleasure at the change in position.

“Baby, slow and deep,” Naya moaned breathlessly, her hand pressing against Jude’s pelvis as a means of urging him to comply with her request.

Jude's movements became more measured, each thrust deliberate and intense as he filled her with a slow, deep rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing over them both. Naya's body arched into his touch, her moans filling the room as they moved together in a dance of passion and desire.

“Like this?” Jude asked as he rolled his hips against Naya’s.

Naya could only nod in response, her tear filled eyes locked with Jude's as they moved together in perfect synchrony. The intensity of their connection deepened with each thrust, their bodies becoming one in a symphony of desire and need.

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Naya's body tensed with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the heat building within her. Jude's movements grew more urgent, his grip on her tightening as they spiraled towards ecstasy.

And when they finally reached the peak of their pleasure, it was as if time stood still. Naya cried out in bliss, her body trembling with the force of her release. Jude followed soon after, his own climax washing over him in a wave of pure ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he collapsed onto Naya, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their passion. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the lingering scent of sex hanging in the air around them.

“I love you,” Naya whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion as she traced her fingers over Jude's sweat-dampened skin. Jude lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

"I love you too, Naya," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I could stay like this forever,” Naya smiled softly against Jude’s mouth, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as Jude held her close, savoring the moment of intimacy between them. The world outside seemed to fade away as they lay entwined in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one.

“So could I, but if you don’t let me pull out sometime soon I’m going to end up fucking you again,” Jude chuckled, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning as he teased Naya, making her giggle in response. With a gentle movement, he eased himself out of her, causing a shiver to run down her spine at the loss of his warmth inside her.

“I would’ve let you go to sleep in it,” Naya pouted.

Jude's laughter filled the room as he pulled Naya close, wrapping her in his arms. "I promise you'll have plenty of opportunities for that," he murmured, his voice laced with affection.

As they settled into each other's embrace, the world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of contentment and love. Naya sighed happily, feeling completely at peace in Jude's arms.

With a soft smile, Jude pressed a kiss to Naya's forehead, his heart full with love for the woman in his arms. In that moment, they were simply two souls intertwined in a dance of passion and love, bound together by an unbreakable bond.

Chapter 35 and every other chapter of All That Glitters can be found via the link above.

[rvblos]

Sub!carlos is challenging 🫣🫣

But imagine Carlos being Carlos for the cameras with his usual bright smile, spanish accent and with his expansive and easygoing vibe but then he comes home to you and turns into another man who simply venerates you and does everything to please you like simple tasks and just loves it when you praise him and he’s literally blushing like a schoolgirl 🤭🤭

“Here, I made you coffee,”

“Thank you baby, you’re so good to me”

“🥺🥺anything for my baby,”

it’s a bit trash because I am not used to making requests so let me know if you want me to send another one

absolutely agree with this !! he’s the biggest giver ever (not only in a sexual way) but his love language his doing favors for the ones he loves !!

“i bought you this.” and he’d hand you one of the books you we’re looking forward to reading for the longest time.

“baby, you didn’t have to.” you’d say looking at him with eyes full of love, taking the books in your hands.

“i wanted to.” he’d smile softly.

“i love you, i don’t deserve you.”

and like hearing it for the first time he’d blush so hard and he’d try to hide his cheeks from you.

OR

loves when you praise him during sex :(

“oh, you’re making me feel so good, so so good.”

he’d try his best not to stop his movements cause he just gets too weak anytime you compliment him.

“yeah, just like that.” you’d moan bouncing up and down on his lenght, making him shiver so badddd.

he’s just the sweetest ever to you^^

[csainzcalcaraz]

i am currently in desperate need of some csainz/calcaraz (or both🤭) angry s*x fic after the way they fumbled the last race/match. someone pls feed me 🙏

p.s. don’t forget to include the very important description of their big wet brown eyes

[slutforln4]

𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭💌

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧🤍