How Are You Holding Up After IW CUZ FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT

Shhhh don’t discourage him

whorecaraz making an appearance. sir do you not have a priv

Winning Feeling || CA

AUTHOR: @yungbludz deserves to read a Carlos fic, instead of writing them all the time.

SUMMARY: You surprise Carlos at Rotterdam after telling him you couldn't make it

WARNINGS: Fluff, Smut, Unprotected Sex (bad), Oral (fem receiving), P in V 18+

Carlos’ grin appeared on your screen as he hit a flawless drop shot, landing perfectly outside of De Minaur’s reach and giving Carlos the point.

The commentators voices played through your headphones praising your boyfriends form. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had the audience on his side.

When you told Carlos you couldn’t make Rotterdam he was understanding and assured you it was fine but you knew from the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes that he was disappointed.

But when you managed to get your work finished late Saturday night you immediately booked flights for the next morning, coordinating with Juan Carlos to surprise your boyfriend.

Looking up from your phone you can see the arena in the distance and with your heart speeding up you quickly shoot a text to Juan Carlos letting him know you’re just around the corner.

The taxi pulled up out front of the arena just as the final set was starting, and determined to be there for the end of the game you rushed out of the taxi thanking the driver and making your way into the building.

You slipped into the stands, just behind the coaches box and Juan Carlos smiled and waved at you.

“How’s it going?” You leaned over, eyes trained on your boyfriend’s figure moving skilfully around the court.

“The second set was difficult, but he’s pulling it back.”

You smiled softly as you settled in your seat.

Carlos moved with precision, covering a staggering amount of the court.

As he hit another winning shot he turned to the audience, meeting eyes with his coaches and then flitting up.

His gaze met yours and his face lit up, a smile covering his face as you waved and shooed him to focus on his game.

The rest of the game went smoothly with Carlos winning against De Minaur and taking his first title at Rotterdam.

Before you knew it you stood outside the locker room waiting for your boyfriend to emerge.

You caught a glimpse of his blue jacket as the door swung open, his brown eyes meeting yours and his lips turning to a smile as he looked you up and down.

He wasted no time, marching towards you, threading his hand in your hair bringing your lips together. It had only been a week and yet you found yourself melting into his touch.

He pulled away slightly his hands falling to your waist playing with your shirt. Everywhere his hands touched set your skin on fire and suddenly you felt the urge to get back to the hotel.

"¿Pensé que tenías que trabajar?" (I thought you had to work?) His eyes danced across your face as if he wasn't sure you were really there.

"¿Y extrañar verte ganar? Nunca." (and miss seeing you win? never) You kissed his cheek, softly moving to his ear, "mi campeón" (my champion).

He let out a groan, your words having a visual effect on him as his cheeks flushed and his eyes focused on you. You leant in to meet his lips, softly pulling on his bottom lip. Effectively riling him up when Juan Carlos, interrupted.

"vamos pájaros del amor" (come on, lovebirds), Carlos laughed at his coach handing him his tennis bag and picking up his trophy before wrapping his arm around your waist and heading to the car.

The car journey was agonising. Carlos' hand traced patterns on your inner thigh as he stared out the window pretending to be unaware of the effect he was having.

Every time you tried closing your legs, to prevent his hand from rising any higher, he simply pushed them open slightly and slipped an inch further up.

Your leg was burning under his touch and that heat had settled in your core. Every second his hands remained on you left you begging to get to the hotel so you could get the attention you wanted from him.

Carlos began to take notice of your agitated state, he leaned over to you his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Feeling hot, my love?"

"Carlos please," his hand rose higher at your desperate voice, his fingertips brushing the edges of your soaked underwear.

"God you're so wet for me, bet you would let me take you right here, wouldn't you?" Of course you would, his fingers moved under the waistband of your underwear as your eyes flicked to the driver.

The second you started to doubt the predicament you found yourself in Carlos' lips found your neck and his fingers fell between your folds.

A breathy moan left your mouth unable to hold back the pleasure you felt. Suddenly as the tension began to rise in your abdomen, his fingers left your underwear causing you to gasp at the empty feeling.

Turning to Carlos your cheeks were red, your chest rising heavily, hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He leaned in before you could question why he pulled away leaving you hot and bothered.

"Nosotros estamos aqui" (we're here)

You deeply sighed, following your boyfriend out of the car. You wasted no time getting to the lift as the tension from the car was still present.

By the time you reach the hotel room, you are begging to get him out of his clothes.

He crossed the threshold of the room, and the two of you were together. His hands were firmly on either side of your face and your hand slipped underneath his shirt.

He pushed your back against the door pulling away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, your eyes scanned the chiselled body of the man you loved taking your hands to rake down his chest and along his abs.

"They should ban shirts in tennis." Carlos laughed, shaking his head at your antics as he made a move to kiss up your neck.

"Then everyone would get to see me, and I'm yours." The small words sent shivers down your spine that set your core alight.

"Show me." His brown eyes bore into yours. "Show me how you're mine." A smirk graced his stunning features and he wasted time. His lips trailed down your neck.

He lifted your shirt off you, trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and across your breasts. His hand reached behind you to unhook your bra letting it fall to the ground.

When met with the sight of your naked chest Carlos groaned, "Hermosa" (beautiful) before capturing your nipple between his teeth. The sensation made you moan loudly gripping the back of Carlos' hair and finding any piece that was long enough to pull.

His mouth worked magic on your breast sucking and pulling on your sensitive nipples while his hand unbuttoned your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs.

The second the skirt hit the floor Carlos travelled south, his lips trailing down your stomach reaching the black underwear that was well and truly ruined.

He softly kissed your core over the underwear and your head fell back against the door. "Carlos please."

He looked up at you, an evil glint in his eyes. "What do you want, amor?"

"You. please."

He shook his head lightly, his hands moving up your thighs was all your brain could focus on. "what part of me?"

He kissed your stomach, "my mouth?" his fingers slid dangerously close to your fold you couldn't help but moan. "my fingers?"

"Both, please Carlos, I need you."

He pulled on the waistband of your underwear sliding it down your legs, and after throwing it somewhere in the room to find later he hitched your leg over his shoulder and immediately dove in.

His lips met your clit in an instant as he devoured you like a man starved. tracing tight circles on your clit had you crying out his name which only spurred him on. His finger met your folds, gently sliding through them and collecting your slick before two roughly thrust into you.

"Fuck Carlos, fuck" You screamed out and if you had been more away from your surroundings you may have worried about the neighbours, but with Carlos' face buried between your legs, you didn't care.

He added a third finger as he picked up the pace against your clit making you thankful for the door supporting your weight as your legs began to tremble.

You yanked Carlos' hair as your head fell back against the door, and he groaned into your core. He angled his finger perfectly as your high began to build. you couldn't help but move your hips looking for any extra friction possible.

It works when his fingers trust even deeper inside you quickly sending you to your high.

"cum for me, amor." his words alongside his fingers sent you over the edge, your legs shaking and chest heaving as he fucked his fingers into you throughout the orgasm.

As you came down from your high he captured you in a kiss, the taste of your juices on his lips. Your hands found his hair and he grabbed your ass and your tongues fought together.

You pulled away out of breath and desperate. "I need you inside of me."

"I didn't bring any protection, I didn't know you were coming" He's eyes scanned your body, every ounce of self-restraint being exhibited so he didn't take you raw against the hotel room door.

"It doesn't matter, I'm on the pill remember." the acknowledgement ran through his eyes and immediately he picked you up and carried you to the room.

Placing you on the bed he moved over you, staring into his eyes as he slid his shorts off. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum as it slapped against his stomach.

He leaned over you as you wrapped your legs around his waist aching for his cock to be inside you.

"Estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí" (I'm so happy you're here) He kissed you tenderly, his brown eyes analysing the way you gaze softened at his words.

Your hand moved to his face, cradling his cheeks as you gently kissed him, "Te amo, por supuesto que estaría aquí." (I love you, of course, I would be here).

The words seemed to be affirmation enough for him, lining his cock up with your entrance and bottoming out. You both groaned at the feeling of being perfectly filled and Carlos waited for your signal to start moving.

"Move please, Carlos." He pulled out almost entirely before slamming himself into you, causing you to cry out his name. Your hands rested on his shoulders digging in due to the restless pace he started with.

"You feel amazing, Amor. This pussy was meant for me." You cried out at his words and relentless pace, hitting deep inside you as you moaned his name over and over again.

His hand fell between your bodies his thumb finding your clit to trace light circles on. Your back arched into him, nails pulling scratches down his back that you knew would mean no shirtless tennis for the next week.

"Mierda." his forehead fell against yours, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

He sped up the movement of his fingers on your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening with every deep thrust that hit that spot within you.

"I'm going to.." your voice trailed off as his thrust began to falter.

"Yo también cariño" (me too honey)

Carlos grabbed your hips pulling them towards him, resuming his brutal pace. The new closeness had you seeing stars and within seconds you were falling off the edge. Your nails dug into Carlos' shoulder as you cried out his name.

He fucked you through your high and as your pussy clenched around him, you felt as he shot himself inside you, his forehead falling onto your shoulder kissing you softly.

He stayed for a moment as you both caught your breath before he pulled out and lay beside you, He put his arms around you pulling him into you. Your hand trailed his face as you met his lips.

Running your hand through his hair you smiled. "te amo" (I love you)

His hand ran up your side pulling you closer into his chest, "Yo también te amo. Eres el único trofeo que necesito" (I love you too. You're the only trophy I need)

Kendrick made me realize that I am not a hater at my full potential. 2025 resolutions: hate more

Carlos spotted! And a break ahead.

Is this not just the love island intros??

"READY FOR THEIR CLOSE-UP 😎"

ARYNA SABALENKA [BLR] • CARLOS ALCARAZ [ESP] • COCO GAUFF [USA] • TAYLOR FRITZ [USA] • ZHENG QINWEN [CHN] • JANNIK SINNER [ITA] • IGA ŚWIĄTEK [POL] • JESSICA PEGULA [USA] • DANIIL MEDVEDEV [RUS] • ONS JABEUR [TUN] • ELENA RYBAKINA [KAZ] • NOVAK DJOKOVIĆ [SRB] || INDIAN WELLS PROMO || 02 06 2025

Sometimes when I’m sad I just watch this video…

Did he….hear me?

“we need to fix the tennis schedule” “it’s too much, the players need more time off to recover”

WRONG! every day that carlos alcaraz is not playing tennis, he is getting another haircut. we need to keep that man BUSY!

Masterlist <3

Writing about tennis players mostly :)

Carlos Alcaraz

Not your girlfriend: pt.1, pt.2 angst, fluff

Winning Feeling: smut, fluff

Green Monster: smut

The Deal: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

Always There: fluff, slight angst

Wide Awake: smut, fluff

Jannik Sinner

Tough times: angst, fluff

I’m losing my mind