Carlos Please I Can’t Do This…

How are you holding up after IW CUZ FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT

I truly believed we were so back, his form through most of IW was soooo good.

The draper game was actually embarrassing. That first set had me actually in shock. Like Carlos I love you but WHAT WAS THAT!!

But everyone has off days I want to believe that this is all this was. that’s MY bozo you know 😞 so we’ll get them next time?

Carlos’ face when they mention Juan Carlos hadn’t managed to win this tournament 😂

Guys the urge to write a soppy Jannik fic after this ban is so strong…

Mourning Carlos’ hair rn

Am I working on a Carlos childhood friends to lovers fic…..maybeeeeee

hey!! I don’t mean to pressure you or anything, but I just wanted to say I looove The Deal series and (if you plan on continuing it) am very much looking forward to part 4 !!

Omg I swear I will be back I’ve just had all my uni assignment due dates!! So I’ve been swamped but I will be back soon I promise 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

WIDE AWAKE || CA

summary: Carlos Alcaraz survived a gruelling five-setter to win his second Roland Garros title, he should be exhausted, but suddenly he has more energy and a few ideas on how to celebrate.

warning: smut, diabolical smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: He won. From two sets down. Three championship points saved. I've never been so in love. So a gift to everyone...Carlos x Roland Garros smut

Your hands were shaking. The heat in Paris had quickly faded with the afternoon, instead making way for a gruelling chill which left everyone around you to put on layers and pull out blankets.

But you were sweating. Every nerve ending over your body was alight, and every serve, rally and drop shot had you catching your breath.

Carlos was losing. The first set had been slow, but it was a decisive win from Jannik. The second, Carlos clawed back. No doubt the state that he'd never won from two sets down racing through his mind.

But it wasn't enough. After a painful tie-break, Jannik took the second set and Carlos was looking at a long and hard fight to taking back to back Roland Garros titles.

You were sat behind Juan Carlos, next to his parents. This was only your second slam, sat in Carlos' box, but it was your first final. Carlos glanced over between points, a quiet 'vamos' leaving his lips with each point won and soft murmurs to himself when he conceded.

You tried to conceal the diabolical nerves on your face throughout the match, putting on a beaming smile every time you caught your boyfriend's eye.

Then he won a set. The dream was alive again, and you watched as the energy shifted in the box. Juan Carlos sat up and alongside his parents you stood and cheered when hit the winner in the third set. But it was far from over.

Three championship points. Jannik had three championship points standing between him and a first Roland Garros title. But Carlos wasn't ready to give up.

Your chest was tight, the silence in the arena was suffocating. You were scared even to breath.

One championship point saved.

A sigh of relief, and cheers from the crowd.

A second championship point saved.

Waves of Carlos' name flooded the air, a soft grin making its way onto your face.

A third championship point saved.

He lived. The entire audience erupted, and you couldn't help but join them. On your feet, clapping for your boyfriend as if it would push him to the end of the match.

He looked up and grinned, his smile sending flutters to your stomach. He could do it, He nodded with his arm up and you both knew, this was his game now.

It wasn't easy from there, far from it. Dragging the final set to a tie-break.

A mini break. Carlos' mum grabbed your hand, her gaze a silent support as you both held your breath.

Carlos moved across the court like it was subconscious, like it would be more unnatural for him to stand still than hitting shots other players could only dream of.

9-2

You whispered prayers to gods you didn't believe in as Carlos dove on the court, reaching the ball like it was oxygen.

10-2. The crowd erupted and Carlos fell to the floor. Five and a half hours. Doing what the Spaniard had never done before, coming from two sets down to win his fifth grand slam title.

You jumped to your feet, immediately wrapped in the arms of his parents and brothers, jumping up and down as if it was you who had won the title.

You turned back to the court, Carlos eyes gleaming at his box, the smile on his face so large it looked like it might tear his cheeks.

Your hands covered your mouth, laughing with disbelief at the match you'd just watch, and only as your hands grazed your cheeks did you notice you'd been crying.

Tears were streaming down your face, blurring the sight of your boyfriend disappearing into the tunnel to come see his family. To come see you.

The second he emerged, Juan Carlos had him in his arms, your boyfriend folding into his coach as they jumped, both men unable to hide just how much this meant to them.

Carlos fell from JC's arms and turned to his family and team, each member being wrapped in a hug. Then his gaze set on you.

Your tears were still falling when his arms fell around your waist, lifting you into his arms. Your hands cupped his face, pressing your forehead to his. "You did it. My god, you really did it."

He captured your lips in a suffocating kiss, his arms lowering you to the ground to find purchase on your neck. True to Carlos, his tongue slipped against yours, deepening the kiss and pulling a groan from both you and the Spaniard.

The crowed yelled around you, and you pulled away reluctantly from Carlos, a smile still stuck on your face. Just as you went to pull away from the Spaniard, he seized your lips for one final kiss. "Te amo" [I love you]

Carlos lasted half a millisecond once he stepped away from you before he was swarmed by his friends and family, all taking their turn in ruffling his hair and wrapping him in their arms.

You watched as he went back to the court, gazed with nothing but unadulterated love as you watched his hold the trophy.

Time blurred as Carlos was dragged from interview to interview, the smile on his face undeniable. Carlos' family and team joined Carlos on court for photos, the hugs still being shared and tears in his mums eyes.

You hung back, letting them soak in the moment, taking photos you know Carlos would enjoy seeing later.

When the photos were finally over, the Spaniard bounded over to you, his hands planting themselves on either side of your face as he pulled your lips to his.

You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend, his lips leaving yours as he peppered kisses aggressively all over your face.

"Carlos!" You laughed, pushing away the Spaniard's puckered lips, his face immediately switched to an overly dramatic frown,

"No puedes ser malo conmigo, gané." [You can't be mean to me, I won]

"This is not mean, we have plenty of time to celebrate," Your hand slipped into his hair at the back of the neck, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, "later...in our hotel room."

You pulled away to catch the glint of something cheeky in Carlos eyes, He shook his head with a smirk on his face.

"You'll be the death of me, Mi amor." His arm slinked around your waist, the heat from the match radiating from the six-foot tennis player.

But the club was calling and Carlos Alcaraz was ready to party.

...

Getting Carlos out of the hotel room and keeping his hands off you was near impossible, his lips meeting your neck, trailing down your shoulder as you put in your earrings.

"Carlos, everyone is waiting for you. We have all night." He groaned into your shoulder, his hips firm against yours, tempting you to fall back into his grasp.

"And if I want to spend all night right here?" His hand slipped between your thighs, the skirt you'd opted for doing nothing to stop his attempt to convince you to spend the foreseeable future in bed.

His fingers moved softly over your underwear, your head fell back against Carlos chest as a soft groan falling from your lips. Just as you were finding your self-control slipping, pushing your hips back against the Spaniard, a knock came at the door.

"Carlitos, Vamos!" [Carlitos, let's go] The familiar tone of Carlos' coach coming from the other side of the door. Carlos groaned, his hand falling from your thighs and finding your arm.

"Joder." [Fuck.] He pressed a kiss to your neck, a silent promise to continue what he started, "en nuestro camino!" [On our way!]

He pulled away from you, a shiver flooding through you at the loss of his body heat. He slipped on his trainers, and you slipped on your kitten heels.

Carlos slipped his hand in with yours, pressing his lips to your forehead and pulling him with you out of the hotel door.

...

The restaurant was packed, the private room filled to the brim with Carlos' friends and family for the second year in a row. The atmosphere was buzzing, and you knew from the moment stepping into the room, it was going to be a long night.

The champagne flowed and music blasted through the speakers as the room had shifted from a celebration room to a makeshift club. Carlos' laugh flooded the room, somehow cutting through the rest of the noise.

You'd be enjoying the music, swaying with some of your friends who had joined you on the trip when you felt heavy hands on your hips, Carlos pulling your hips against his as he moved your hips against his.

You looked back, your eyes catching his, the alcohol fuelled haze left a lopsided grin on the Spaniard's face as his arms slipped under your shirt, his warm hands sliding across your stomach.

You turned in his arms, smiling as the Spaniard immediately pulled you into a messy kiss. Your hands fell to his neck as his hands found purchase on your ass, deepening the kiss as you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled.

For the first time that day, it felt like it was just the two of you, despite being in a packed room. His lips trailed from your cheeks to your ear, each kiss setting your skin alight.

His teeth grazed the spot below your ear, which had you tightening your grip around his hair and a soft groan falling from your lips.

Carlos tightened his grip, pulling you closer into his body, and whispered in your ear, "Nadie se daría cuenta si desapareciéramos." [No one would notice if we disappeared]

You let your head fall onto Carlos' shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck. "This is your celebration, I think they'd miss you."

Carlos grinned, the type of smile that had your stomach fluttering and your thighs clenching out of instinct. His hands, pressed against your skin, travelled up your torso, his thumb brushing the lace edge of the bra you'd slipped on.

"Quiero probar esa teoría," [I want to test that theory] He grabbed you in a bruising kiss, whispering in your ear, "Nos vemos en cinco minutos." [See you in five minutes]

His hand tapped your ass as he pulled away, disappearing into the crowd in what you could only assume was the direction of the bathroom.

Your heart was pounding, the feeling of his hands on your skin burning into you. It wouldn't be the first time Carlos and you had disappeared into a bathroom for a few moments of peace. But it would be the first time next to a room of people celebrating him.

However, you couldnt find it in yourself to stop yourself from moving in the direction of the bathroom, waving off your friends and focusing your mind on the image of Carlos on his knees looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

Not even four minutes later you pushed open the bathroom door, the sight of Carlos leaning up against the sink bringing a grin to your face.

You twisted the lock, and immediately as the click sounded Carlos made a move towards you. His hands reached for your face immediately, kissing you like a man starved.

Your hands slid around his neck and that was all the Spaniard needed, he pulled away, his lips trailing down your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin drawing a whine from you.

His hands slid down yours body finding purchase on your ass and lifting you onto the counter. He wasted no time pushing your skirt up your thighs exposing you lacy underwear that had Carlos swearing under his breath.

"Joder," [fuck] his hands slip up yours thighs, lips meeting the soft skin previous covered by the skirt. He brought his lips back to yours the desperate kiss sending shivers down your spine.

Carlos' hand slipped between your thighs, tracing his fingers softly over your core. "Please Charlie." You whined, his touch bringing out a new kind of desperation.

"What do you want, mi amor?" Your head fell back against the mirror as carlos moved your underwear to the side running his finger through your folds.

"Your hands, please Carlos." As if your words were confirmation his fingers dove into you, curling at the perfect angle.

Your arms shot out bracing themselves on the Spaniards shoulders, gripping his shirt as his fingers moved at a pace which had you back arched and your vision blurring.

"Thought about this since the second I won. How good you'd look falling apart on my fingers, tongue and cock."

You moaned, the words the spaniard uttered going straight to your core. His forehead rested against yours, messingly kissing your boyfriend as his thumb moved lazy circles on your clit.

Every thrust of his fingers pushed you closer to the edge. Carlos added another finger diving deeper with each thrust and capturing your lips between each movement.

The stretch was perfect but nothing compared to how Carlos felt. He sped up his movement over your clit, your moans rising with each brush as you teetered towards the edge.

"Please Carlos, I'm so close." Your begging met with Carlos' fingers curling and hitting the perfect spot.

Carlos attacked your neck with kisses, no doubt leaving marks across them which would result in a turtleneck in the coming days. But he groaned into your ear, "You're going to cum on my fingers like a good girl and then im going to fuck you in this mirror."

His words pushed you over the edge, his name falling from you lips like a prayer as your legs shook around his waist and your vision went white.

Carlos continued moving his fingers through your high, letting your head fall to his chest as sighs racked through your chest as you came down.

But there was no time to recover has Carlos lifted you off the counter, spinning you round to face the wall of mirrors over the sinks.

Carlos stood behind you his hands immediately getting to work on moving your skirt futher out of the way and getting his trousers out of the way.

He kissed your back, "Eres hermosa," [You're beautiful] You turned your head to catch Carlos' lips the angle awkward but worth it. You pushed your hips against Carlos begging for the Spaniard to do something.

"Carlos please, don't tease me." The Spaniard laughed behind you, Lining himself up against you. You whined, and Carlos took the words to heart, pushing into you with one swift thrust.

His forhead fell to your back as you moaned at the feeling of him deep inside you. Carlos allowed you to adjust for a moment before he began moving at a blistering pace.

"Oh fuck, Carlos please." Your begging only incentivised the Spaniard, his hand making harsh contact with your ass, a yelp drawn from you.

"Dios, te sientes tan bien. Podría morir feliz enterrado dentro de ti así." [God, you feel so good. I could die happy buried inside you like this.] Each word egged you on, your stomach pushing against the counter.

The Spaniards hand gropped at your chest, every touch adding to the overwhleming stimulation throughout your body.

Carlos ploughed desperately into you like his life depended on it. Your moans reaching a volume which threatened to draw attention to you.

"Need you to be quiet, mi amor. We don't want JC interupting us." The thought of Carlos' coach catching you like this, bent over a counter being detroy by his star player ignited something in you.

Carlos' hand fell around your mouth, the only way to lower your volume as every thrust seemed to hit deeper inside you.

Carlos' other hand slipped over your stomach tracing tight circles on your clit which had you quickly seeing stars.

"Carlos, shit, fuck, I'm so close." Carlos took your words as a challenge, speed up his thrusts.

"Joder, me too," His hand left your mouth and lifting your chin and gaze to the two of you in the mirror, "I want to see you when you cum."

His words sent a rush to your core, the band that was already so tight, tightening even further.

You watched carlos' brown eyes, His hair tousled and his grunts going straight to your core.

He moved his fingers over your clit faster and you grasped the Spaniard's arm, a warning through your helpless moans that you couldn't hold on much longer.

"Cum for me." His voice was desperate and rugged, and with it you fell over the edge, your second orgasm racking through your body, you hands falling to the counter you body following suit.

You felt Carlos stutter behind you his thrusts faltering as he finished inside you, his hands finding your hips to steady himself as he groaned against your shoulder.

You stayed just like that for a moment, fucked out and in each other's company. Carlos refused to pull away instead grabbing your face to connect your lips. "You're better than any trophy."

He pulled out from you both whining at the loss of contact. He fixed his appearance and fixed your skirt, spinning you back round to face him.

His hands slipped into your now messy hair, a smile beaming on his face.

He may have won Roland Garros but he also won something far more important.

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masterlist

are these tennis kids good or the top 10 players shit

NOVIO? || CA

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+18, MINORS DNI

summary: during an argument with carlos you let your feelings speak for you.

pairing: carlos alcaraz x fem!reader

warnings: smut smut smut smut, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, jealous carlos (not toxic), lots of spanish, use of y/n (literally once).

a/n: first ever carlos smut for my tennis girls out there, i hope you enjoy it 💐

feedback is always appreciated!

MASTERLIST

do not copy/repost/translate my work anywhere.

"why are you so upset, carlos?", you ran your hands through your hair to take it out of your face, exasperation taking over you.

"oh, i don't know", he looked up pretending to think, "maybe the fact that you were so smiley and touchy with ben in front of the cameras"

"we were not being touchy", you sighed, "we were just talking and we didn't know we were being recorded"

for context: you bumped into ben shelton in the hallway right before he stepped into court to play against carlos. you've known ben for years and you haven't seen him in a while, so you had a small conversation. the thing is, you weren’t aware of the cameras around you, recording your every move and projecting them on the giant screen at the central court.

and there was carlos, his eyes locked on the screen, watching everything unfold right before him. he felt stupid, to say the least. every single person in that stadium saw you chatting happily with his opponent instead of being in his box, as you should be.

"pues parecía que estabais coqueteando" [well, it looked like you were flirting], he said and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

you could hear the shower running as you sat on the edge of the bed and let yourself fall back on the mattress. you knew carlos enough to know that he always used the shower as a way to cope with his stress, so you didn't interrupt him.

minutes later, carlos came out of the shower. a white towel wrapped around his waist and a few droplets of water sliding down his abs. fucking tease.

"can you just admit that you are jealous once and for all so we can go to dinner in peace?", you said and stood up again, resting your hands on your waist, waiting for his response.

"claro" [of course] he turned around to pick up a hoodie and sweatpants from his suitcase, his back facing you, "cuando admitas que le permitiste coquetear contigo" [when you admit that you allowed him to flirt with you]. of course. silly you, thinking he would let it go so easily.

"¿qué querías que hiciera, carlos?" [what did you want me to do, carlos?], you rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed. this conversation was going nowhere, and to be honest, you were getting tired of it.

"i couldn't just tell him to back off because my boyfriend would be jealous and-"

you stopped abruptly. shit. shit. shit. you should not have said that. carlos quickly looked at you, a smirk appearing in his face.

"novio? no sabía que era tu novio, cariño" [boyfriend? i didn't know i was your boyfriend, baby], he walked closer and closer with each word. "do you have feelings for me?"

and he wasn't, you were just friends. friends that started kissing occasionally, and then the kissing led to touching and then the touching led to fucking. did you have feelings for him? obviously. were you planning on telling him and risking what you had if he didn't feel the same way? fuck no.

his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him, his toned chest against yours. "responde, y/n. do you have feelings for me?" [answer, y/n]

his breath fanned over your neck and you could feel his fingers slowly sliding underneath your shirt, making contact with your skin. you gulped and nodded, accepeting your faith. "si carlos, pero entiendo si tú no-" [yes carlos, but i understand if you don't-]

you were interrupted by his lips before you could finish the sentence. this kiss was different to the ones you shared before, it was softer, sweeter, but still passionate and sexy. his hands moved from your waist to your ass and yours flew to the back of his head.

carlos broke the kiss a few minutes later and looked into your eyes. "te mostraré lo que siento por ti justo ahora" [i'll show you how i feel for you right now] you his lips brushed your ear, making you shiver.

"and you better be loud, girlfriend, ben's room is next door"

you didn't even have time to process what he said, his scent and his lips blurring your judgement. your hands where everywhere, and so where your clothes. your underwear being the only garment covering your bodies.

he softly pushed you to the bed, laying on top of you. "no tienes idea de cuánto tiempo he estado esperando este momento" [you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment], he whispered in your ear as his hand travelled down your figure and into your thong. two of his long fingers entered you without a warning, a loud whimper escaping your mouth. "joder, estás tan mojada para mi" [fuck, you are so wet for me]

"carlos", you moaned as your nails digged into his shoulders. his smirk grew wider, it wasn't the first time he heard you moaning his name, but it was the first time since you confessed your feelings to him and that made it different, special.

"carlos, please", you begged as his thumb traced circles in your clit. you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh and it was all too much. but you weren't going to let the pleasure overtake you, you needed to get him to admit that he was jealous.

"please what amor?", he asked confidently.

"please..", you were out of breath, "admit that you were jealous". his eyes snapped up to look at you, a small smile creeping up your face.

his movement stopped and he stood up. you got worried for a second, did you kill the mood with your little joke?

but then he smirked again, all your worries flying out of your mind.

carlos took off his boxers. his member sprung up hitting his abs, his tip shining with pre cum. "quieres saber la verdad?" [do you want to know the truth], you nodded eagerly, both for him to speak and for him to come back on top of you.

"si..." [yes], he simply said while repositioning on top of you. his tip teased your entrance and you bit your lip, desperate for more. "estaba celoso de verte con él, ¿contenta?. pero ya no importa, porque ahora todos sabrán que eres mía. incluido él" [i was jealous to see you with him, happy? but it doesn't matter anymore, because now everyone will know you are mine. including him]

he thrusted into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds, before moving again. "now do me a favor, amor, let him know who you belong to. let him hear how good i make you feel"

he did not have to tell you twice. you couldn't hold your moans and whimpers even if you wanted to, everything he did felt so good it was almost impossible to control yourself. your back arched towards him, your breasts colliding with his chest as he held you tight.

"oh fuck, carlos, you are going to make me cum", you said, rather loudly. it wouldn't take long for him to cum either, you knew his body like the back of your hand at this point. his panting, his moaning and the intensity of hia thrusts gave it away.

"fuck, fuck, fuck", you were almost screaming. would you be embarrassed later? probably, but you couldn't care any less right now. his tip was brushing against the most sensitive spot inside you, and you couldn't resist it anymore.

"do it, cum for me baby", he thrusted harder a few more times and then it happened. a wave of pleasure washed over you, making you clench around him tightly, his name falling from your lips again and again.

"joder amor, me vuelves loco" [fuck love, you make me crazy]

those were his last words before he hit his orgasm, spilling completely inside of you and falling slowly on top of you.

carlos pulled out once both of your breathings went back to normal, and rested beside you. his bright eyes looked into yours for a second, then he leaned down and kissed you softly again.

"así que, ¿novio y novia?" [so, boyfriend and girlfriend?], he asked for confirmation.

"si, novio y novia suena bien" [yes, boyfriend and girlfriend sounds good], you answered, smiling sweetly.

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Did he….hear me?