wimbledon shenanigans 2
summary: the champion needs some proper reward, doesnât he?
warnings: smut, nsfw content
disclaimer: these facts are completely made up, please donât get mad if theyâre not realistic
part 1
tags: @christianpulisic10 @ol1viam
âCongratulations, Carlos!â Your brother pulls the Spaniard in for a hug. You smile by his side, your hands itching to touch him. Carlos has a smile from one ear to the other and his eyes shine under the London sun. You giggle happy when you see them pull apart and Carlos lays his eyes on you. He doesnât think about it twice and pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around him, his hands pressed against your back.
âFelicitaciones CampeĂłn.â You whisper in his ear before pulling away. Carlos bites his lip, fighting the carnal urge to just kiss you on the spot. He moves onto the other person next to you hugging them as well. Your family and Carlosâ have been close for years now, ever since heâs become close friends with Jannik. So it doesnât come as a surprise when youâre all invited to a dinner hosted by the Alcarazâs for the win. You know you should be more careful but you canât take your eyes off the Spaniard as he goes on celebrating and thanking everyone. Wimbledon has a certain magic and you can feel it too.
From: Carlitos
Will you wear the white dress for me, hermosa?
You chuckle when you notice the message. After having congratulated the winner you all went back to the hotel to get ready for the dinner. Jannik has been waiting for you at the lounge bar and youâre still staring at the two dresses on your bed. But now Carlos has made the choice for you.
To: Carlitos
Arenât you supposed to be still celebrating?
You try to change the topic. You want it to be a surprise but he has already ruined it. Carlos is sitting outside the restaurant, enjoying the quietness before the storm. Heâs more than glad for everything and everyone, but he needs a moment to realize whatâs just happened. Heâs won. He still canât believe it. His dad had to take the trophy off his hands before he went to shower earlier that evening. Still with everything going on, he canât help but think about you.
From: Carlitos
Iâm waiting for someone actually
You giggle again as you glance at your phone, putting on the dress and fixing your make up. The white dress hugs your curves perfectly and youâre glad youâve brought it with you. You take your phone and the key to your room and walk out.
To: Carlitos
Hope sheâs worth it then
You hide your smile as you spot your brother and parents.
âReady?â You nod and follow them outside. You can feel your phone vibrate in your hand but you donât want Jannik to accidentally read your conversation so you keep it cool until youâre in the car.
âIt should be close.â Your father starts talking as the driver drives you to the place.
From: Carlitos
Oh she definitely is
You can feel your cheeks blush and your stomach fill with butterflies. Suddenly you feel like a teenager all over again. Thankfully none of your family members notices your weird behavior and soon enough youâve arrived. The restaurant is one of the fanciest place youâve ever been to. Youâre positive it wasnât Carlosâ choice but more possible his parentsâ. After all this dinner is mainly for public appearance rather than for celebrating. You step inside and look for the Spaniard who stands out in the crowd because of his white shirt and black pants. It's nothing extravagant but it still makes you stare a him the whole time. It's going to be a long night.
"Enjoying everything so far?" Carlos asks taking a seat next to you. The dinner has gone by smoothly: a lot of toasts, some bad jokes and quite a few glasses of wine. You haven't been able to talk to the Spaniard sitting next to you yet, but you understand he's busy. With all the people the Alcarazâs have invited they have booked ten tables. Carlos goes around a lot, making sure he's showing everyone how much he's appreciating their presence and support.
"Yes, Carlos. This has been very lovely and again congrats on the win." your mother answers and you look at the Spaniard who simply smiles at her.
"How does it feel to be the winner of Wimbledon? I'm sure it's not an everyday feeling." your dad jokes and Carlos chuckles nodding. You let your fork down and watch the brunette, listening to him talk. A random and risky idea pops in your head, you act on instinct. Your hand moves to rest on his thigh. Carlos shoots you a puzzled look as he talks, making it look like he's trying to involve you in the coversation, but you know you've caught him off guard.
"âYea so I didn't even realize that I-" you're not even paying attention anymore as you caress his tensed thigh. You knows he's struggling to talk because he keeps on stuttering every now and then. You feel the muscle of his thigh through the pants, you're being a tease. To anyone watching it looks like you're really engaged in the conversation, but truth is that your hand is wandering around his lap.
"What's next now?" the questions continue and Carlos is too polite to excuse himself out of this situation. You give him doe eyes as you wait for his answer. Carlos coughs to clear his throat as your hand moves from his leg to his crotch. He chokes on his own breath and your brother is quick at pouring him a glass of water. You try not to laugh because it's definitely hilarious to you.
"You good?" Jannik asks the spaniard who simply nods as he sips on his water and tries to come up with an answer to your father's question. Meanwhile your hand is feeling him up through the pants. He's half hard in your hand but you know if you keep going it won't take him long to fully harden. Carlos bites his lip as he listens to whatever your mother is saying. He plays with his fingers and keeps his eyes on your family but you can see his hips slighlty buck up as your hand stays on his cock. The black pants and white shirt have you looking at him with fire in your eyes. You cross your legs, feeling your own self getting aroused by the situation. You try to behave though, every other time youâd have taken less than ten seconds to pull down his pants but now you canât and you almost regret starting something you arenât able to finish.
"Well we won't hold you any longer. We're sure you have many people to talk to. Again congratulations." your mom reads the room and stops your dad from asking any further questions. Carlos chuckles and reassures them it's always a pleasure to talk to them and before standing up he fixes his pants. You giggle after having taken your hand off him. He almost sprints away as he goes back to his seat.
From: Carlitos
EstĂĄ tan locaâŠ
You suppress a laugh and quickly type back.
To: Carlitos
You knew that already. Meet me at my hotel room later. Itâs room 44.
You put your phone down before anyone realizes what youâre up to. The rest of the night goes by quickly, youâve spent most of it trying not to get caught staring at the fresh winner. Heâs been the center of the attention obviously. Heâs poured some of his wine on his shirt, making him unbutton the first few buttons. You have had to endure of all this for around two hours. Carlos can feel your staring and he has shot you a few flirty looks that you hope nobody has noticed. When you are inside the car youâre shaking with excitement. Itâs almost midnight and youâre thriving with anxiety and excitement.
From: Carlitos
On my way
Youâve just stepped inside your room. Youâre quick at fixing yourself up and waiting for him just like promised. Soon three knocks on the door are heard in your room and you stand up to see who it might be. Carlos stands in front of you, his shirt even more unbuttoned and a wide smile on his lips. You take him inside pulling him by his necklace and close the door behind him.
âYou wore the dress.â He notices. His hands are instantly on your body, caressing your hips and resting on your back. You smile at him as you walk backwards.
âThought Iâd give my champion his reward.â Carlosâ smile widens when he hears the adjective âmyâ come out of your mouth. As much as he loves this dress on you he canât wait to take it off you.
âYour champion really appreciated, hermosa.â He comments, starting to unzip your dress from behind. You smirk and pull him by the necklace to kiss him. Youâve been waiting for this the whole night and you canât keep your hands off him anymore. Carlos grunts against your lips. The kiss is heated and slow. His hands are everywhere and anywhere. Carlos hits the bed with the back of his legs and sits down on the soft mattress.
âAnother reward?â He smirks as his hands slowly moving below your dress. You get the memo and take it off you. He bites his bottom lip when he sees you in your lingerie. Of course youâve worn something like this for him. He leans in and kisses your stomach, your hips. You sigh in relief.
âIt should be your reward, Carlitos.â You let out a breathy laughter as he keeps kissing your body. He sucks on the skin of your hipbone and looks up at you.
âOh trust me, this is my reward, hermosa.â He whispers before hooking his fingers in your panties and pulling them down your legs. You kick them away with your feet, almost stumbling. He chuckles at your clumsiness before raising one of your leg off the floor and pulling you closer.
âSabes tan bonitaâŠâ (taste so good) he mumbles as his tongue dives in your folds. You whine, finally being able to feel the feeling youâve deprived yourself of for weeks. Carlos has an iron grip on your thighs as he keeps eating you out like youâre his own dessert.
âCarlitosâŠâ you moan when his lips suck on your clit making your hips jolt forward. Carlos tries to keep his eyes on you for as long as possible, watching as you squirm and bite your lip. His fingers play with the hem of your thigh highs. He knows youâve put them on only for him and it drives him crazy.
âEres una puta diosa, amor.â He grunts as his hand moves from your leg to your dripping core. You gasp as he pushes two fingers in. Youâre so aroused by him, his words, his body that itâs almost embarrassing. Carlos can feel his cock swell as he watches as you greedily take his fingers.
âGodâŠâ you hiss as his fingers curl inside you. He smirks against the skin of your bent leg. Your walls clench around his digits, making him groan as he thinks about how it might feel around his cock. Itâs been awhile since heâs last fucked you. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It happened in his bathtub at home, after flying you out for the weekend.
âFuck, stopâŠâ you whine when the words leave your mouth. Carlos frowns and pulls away slowly, his fingers slipping out of you make you sigh in annoyance. Carlos momentarily panics as he wonders if heâs done something wrong, something to hurt you. Heâs had sex with you enough times to know your body like the back of his hand, but he questions his own knowledge. You open your eyes and see the panic all over his face.
âJust wanted to cum on your cock first.â You smirk before kissing him again. This time heâs the one sighing in relief as you start to undo his shirt. Carlos kisses your lips, then your cheek and finally your neckâ just like he had done a few days ago in the locker room.
âTienes una boca tan sucia, hermosaâŠâ (you have such a dirty mouth, beautiful.) he whispers against your skin as you push the shirt off his broad shoulders. You lay your eyes on his solid torso, your hands caressing the skin. Carlos lays back, resting on his forearm and you lean in to kiss him again whilst your fingers fumble with his pants.
âIâve wanted to do this ever since I saw you out there.â You admit kissing his chest, sucking on the skin. Usually you wouldnât risk getting him in troubles with hickeys and weird marks, but tonight you donât care. And neither does he as he watches you bite the skin of his abs. Carlos grunts as he spots a red spot on the skin. It turns him on to see you become so territorial.
âI could feel you staring all night, bebĂ©.â He mumbles with his eyes closed as your lips travel downward. You smirk and press a kiss to his nipple which makes him jolt out of surprise.
âYou got me so fucking hard all nightâŠâ he grunts when you press your hand on his cock just like you had previously done that evening. Your lips ghost over the trail of hairs that disappear in his pants. You pull them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers. Your legs straddle his lap again and soon your lips reconnect for another kiss. Carlos rests his hands on your ass, slowly kneading the skin before one of them moves between your legs and you can feel his fingers skim over your wet folds.
âHold onâŠâ you try to stop him but he pushes a finger in watching your face contort in pleasure. You grip his shoulders as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your forehead presses against his. Carlos smirks proud of himself as he watches you move your hips to follow his pace.
âPlease⊠I just want toâ Shit.â You whine when he curls them and his thumb presses against your clit. He chuckles amused, his free hand moves your hair out of your face before pecking your lips. You know heâs doing it on purpose, but itâs hard to follow your head when your cunt is throbbing in his hand.
âCarlos⊠Please.â Your pleading look breaks him. Carlosâ tongue click against his palate while he retracts his fingers again. You gasp and move your hands to free him of his boxers. Youâve had enough of all this teasing.
âMadre de dĂos.â He groans when you align him with your entrance before sinking down. You both let out a loud gasp, followed by a string of curses in your mother tongues. The Spaniard takes ahold of your hips and helps you with the rhythm and the pace. You use his chest as a leverage, for support.
âDid you get bigger?â You let out a breathy giggle as you struggle to sink down properly. He smirks and kisses your lips again, your nails scratching his chest lightly.
âDid you get tighter?â He cocks an eyebrow and you roll your eyes playfully. You sit back and pick up the pace, your hands reaching for the back of your bra to unclasp it. It falls on Carlosâ chest and heâs quick at throwing it to the side. You donât even need him to say it with his words, his eyes tell you everything you need to know. You lean down and his lips are quickly wrapped around one of your nipples. You gasp and pull his hair out of habit.
âFuckâŠâ you curse under your breath as his tongue swirls around your nipple. He grunts against your chest when you clench around him. Your legs are starting to get tired but you hold on for a bit longer, because you know he must be even more tired than you and you also know that this is his favorite position: you on top of him. Carlosâ large hands guide your hips methodically.
âVas a ser mi ruinaâŠâ (youâre going to be the death of me) he chuckles when you pull him off your chest and lay him back down. You rest on his chest and focus on moving your hips. His large hands now resting on your ass as he rhythmically gives each of your cheeks a slap every time he can feel you clench. Pants and moans fill your room, anyone sleeping next door could hear you two but in this moment youâre too fucked out to even bother. The room smells like sex and it drives you even more crazy.
âPuta madreâŠâ (holy shit) he grunts when you start clenching even harder. You bite his shoulder, feeling your stomach tensing and your toes curling. Youâre both very close and it doesnât take you too long to cum as he kisses you and curses in Spanish. You are on cloud nine as you come undone on top of him. Your body ready to give out and your eyes closing. Carlos holds you close as he follows you right after. Youâre out of breath when you collapse on top of him and he is too. Silence settles in the room but you donât mind it.
âWere you trying to kill me with that?â He jokes referring to the mind blowing sex heâs just had. You chuckle and slap his chest playfully. Youâre going to need at least ten minutes to recover after such a long day. You nestle your face in the crook of his neck as he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers. Itâs a silly yet meaningful act for you.
âIâm really proud of you, you know?â You admit after moments of silence. Carlosâ lips curve into a smile. Heâs just reached one of the most important goals of his life, yet the only thing that matters right now is your words. He can feel his stomach fill with butterflies. All he ever wanted to do was make you proud of him, make you see him.
âI had to win at Wimbledon to have your attentionâŠâ he jokes and again you slap his chest. He didnât have to win every trophy in the history of tennis to gain your attention, because he already has it. Itâs what pushed you away in the first place. Youâre scared of the power he holds over you. You thought you could keep it about sex, keep your mind and heart out of the way. But you couldnât and it fireback.
âWhen I disappeared for weeks it wasnât because of you, CarlosâŠâ you want to be honest, you want to tell him everything because he has the right to know. He waits for you to finish in silence, his hand caressing your arm and your leg. It all feels so intimate and special, you never want to leave.
âI just freaked out⊠What we have⊠I canât separate what I do from what I feel for you.â You admit feeling your cheeks burn. Youâre glad heâs not looking at you because youâd definitely start to stutter. Carlos sighs in relief. You felt the same way then. Suddenly all the weeks spent wondering where you had gone, if he had done something wrong, if he wasnât enough, if you had grown tired of him donât matter anymore.
âDonât get me wrong the sex is good, even too goodâ you chuckle embarrassed and he does tooâ but I donât want just that⊠I want you too.â You say with shaking voice. Carlos pulls your head out of his neck delicately to look at you in the eye. He notices the redness of your cheeks and smiles.
âWhen I saw you that night in that white dress I knew, right there and then, that I was already fucked. Part of me hoped youâd reject me because I knew that if you felt the same way we would get in big troubles. So if this is a dream please donât wake me up.â He says before kissing your lips again. You can feel your heart explode with joy. You havenât felt like this in forever. All the pain youâve felt, the tears youâve shed, the dramaâs youâve created. Finally it has all come to an ending. And a very good ending.
âSo do I have to fear your brother might kill me now?â Carlos says and you both know it will be a tough challenge for you two. Jannik is very fond of Carlos and he also loves you very much. But you two together? That could potentially cause a lot of damage. But you donât care anymore. Youâd rather risk it all for the man next to you than keep living in a lie.
âWell in that case Iâd say we enjoy our last night togetherâŠâ you kiss him again. You know it wonât be the last but thinking of it this way makes it all more special.
âMy Wimbledon ChampâŠâ
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