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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 ??????? 🤭 | PART 2

with love always,

kendra

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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