#carlos alcaraz x reader

[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 😅

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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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[game-set-canet]

can I please have where reader wins Wimbledon and Carlos was watching and then he celebrated with her please

Nothing is more important than Wimbledon

Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 but i hope you like it, lovely anon 🤗

* Y/N = your name

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You wrap your towel around the back of your neck and breathe in and out slowly as you look over to your box.

The box is filled to the very last seat.

Your mother looks like she is on the verge of tears, your father has his face buried in his hands and your younger siblings are hopping up and down in their seats. Your aunt seems to be talking to your physio without a dot or comma, your manager looks like she's about to throw up from nervousness and your coach is shifting restlessly in his seat. And you aren’t sure, but it looks like your grandmother is already crying.

In the first row of your box – right between your mum and your coach – is Carlos. Of all those in the box, he looks the calmest and most collected. But you remember very well his nervous stuttering before the match when he tried to find words of encouragement for you - and he had demolished his sunglasses in the tiebreak of the second set when you had the match point against you. So he just looks calm, but he's definitely not.

You’re just one service game away from winning your first ever slam. Just one service game and you would win Wimbledon. Your hands are shaking, and you nearly spill some water from your water bottle.

“Focus! Let’s play point by point!”, you talk to yourself while getting up from your bench to get back on court, “You got this, Y/N. You got this!”

You see Carlos muttering something - probably a "Vamos!" - and forming a heart with his hands while you wait for Iga to get into position.

No matter the outcome of this final, you definitely have the best cheerleader in the world.

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Your coach was the first to embrace you, you can hear him crying tears of joy: “I knew you'd make it! I knew it!”

You can hear the crowd cheering and clapping, you feel the whole stands vibrating.

You feel Carlos' hands wrapping around you and pulling you close. He isn't crying, but you have never seen him smile so broadly. It’s hard to understand what he’s saying - people are chanting your name all over the stadium.

“Te amo!”, you kiss him briefly but effusively.

Your head is spinning, and you only now notice that your siblings are tugging at your shirt, waiting impatiently to be hugged too.

But you don’t want to let Carlos go. You want to say like this: hugging him tight, feeling his hands around your waist.

Just like yesterday.

Yesterday’s evening and last night were the worst ones of your life. You were so nervous because of today’s final. You couldn’t eat or sleep.

But Carlos was there for you. He talked to you. He encouraged you.

And when he no longer knew what to say, he just held you.

You fell asleep in his arms with his fingers lovingly stroking through your hair.

The night before the US Open final was the same but in reversed roles. You held him until he fell asleep in your arms.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

The interviews and the trophy ceremony pass by as if in a frenzy. You hope you said the right things, thanked everyone in the interviews and speech and congratulated your opponent and her team - you can't remember it at the moment.

By now, not only your team, but also a group of your friends are present, who have congratulated you effusively. Carlos' brother Alvaro and Juan Carlos Ferrero are also among the well-wishers. The latter commented on Carlos' half-filled champagne glass with a frown and a reproachful look - although he didn't say anything.

Later, you are still sitting together as a group - you have postponed the big celebration until tomorrow. You don't want to celebrate without Carlos, but he would still have to play tomorrow. Now Carlos and you are sitting together on a narrow couch, he is showing you the countless photos he has taken of you with the victory trophy.

Your younger sister - who has been busy building a pyramid out of tennis balls - suddenly raises her head and looks at Carlos for a long time.

“You know, now you also need your final exam tomorrow!”, your younger sister suddenly grins at Carlos.

Your boyfriend chuckles softly and gives you a quick sideways glance before he answers: “Is that so?”

“Yeah!”, your sister nods weightily and points a finger at you, “Otherwise she would be more successful than you!”

You slide an arm around Carlos’ neck and look down at your sister: “But he already won the US Open last year, and I didn’t?”

“Yeah, but this is Wimbledon.”, she shrugs, “Nothing is more important than Wimbledon.”

Her serious expression makes you laugh, and Carlos asks with feigned bewilderment: “And what happens if I don’t win tomorrow?”

Your sister raises her eyebrows, she sounds like it goes without saying: "Then you are not worthy to be her boyfriend."

After saying this, she gets up and disappears over to your mother.

Carlos and you start laughing at the same time.

“Wow, no pressure than, huh?”

You lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder: “Yeah, her standards are quite high for a nine-year-old…”

Carlos lets himself sink further back into the couch and pulls you with him.

“And what about your standards?”, he hugs you while saying that, “Would you still love me if I lose tomorrow?”

“Well, I think you make quite a good cheerleader…so, yeah, I think I’m going to keep you.”

He starts laughing and softly shakes his head: “Wow. I kinda expected a “I’ll love you no matter if you win or lose”.”

“Oh, come on!”, you smack his chest playfully, but you snuggle closer to him again, “You know I will never ever let you go!”,

His hand strokes your back in large circles, his voice sounds teasing: “Never?”

“Nope. Never.”, you lift your head to look him in the eyes, “But I’d appreciate it if you would win tomorrow’s final.”

“Yeah, me too.”, he sighs loudly and whispers, “Do you think I can do it?”

“Yes.”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, “Yes, you will do it.”, you smile at him, “And tomorrow evening we gonna celebrate both of our titles. Together.”, you press a quick kiss on his lips, “And we will do stupid and cheesy photos together. And my god, the press will write even cheesier articles about us…”

Carlos returns your smile and nods slowly.

“Can’t wait for that!”, he says before he kisses you softly.

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[typical-simplelove]

Dress (C. Alcaraz)

Based on Taylor Swift's Dress, with Carlos Alcaraz.

Author's Note: Hehe, here's a Carlos fic. Super indulgent for one of the number one men in my heart. I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Word Count: 1k

It was the dress. That’s what was making him go crazy. The dress.

The ballroom was dark, but still, you, in that dress, seemed to glow. The black of your dress seemed to glow in the little light flickers of the room. The dress was tight against your skin in all the right places, and it was low, showing off your skin, in all the right places. He could trace the pattern of open skin on your body up to your face with his eyes, and all he wanted to do was saunter over to you and draw that same pattern with his finger, feeling the goosebumps erupt across your skin as he gently drew small patterns. He wanted to feel the grip you’d hold on his arm as shivers raked your body and his fingertips dusted your skin.

That dress.

That fucking dress.

For months now, Carlos was pretty sure he didn’t think of you as only his friend. He didn’t want to explore those feelings, even his mind, though, because you were his best friend. He didn’t want to lose you, regardless of your status of feelings for him.

Seeing you in that dress, though.

Carlos knows.

He knows that everything he’s been thinking about and feeling for the past few months is the truth. You haven’t been only his best friend in a long time, maybe you never were. As far as Carlos is concerned, you’re the love of his life, and there’s nothing he could possibly do to unlearn that truth or try to get those feelings to fade.

The realization struck him deep in his throat and down in his stomach. A ringing began in his ears, and his hands grew sweaty as his breaths grew shallow.

Carlos has been in love with you, his best friend for who knows how long. For as long as he could remember, you’ve been there, and now, he wants the way you’ve been there to change.

But if you don’t want the same thing from him, well, that would be the biggest loss of his life. But he would recover.

Could he?

He pushes those thoughts to the side, and somehow, he makes his way over to you where you’re talking and networking with Juanki and a couple of the other instructors at the Tennis Academy. He has no conscious recollection of making his way to you. All he remembers is that he was standing next to a friend at some point, left them without saying anything, and made his way towards you.

After all, you are the center of his universe.

When he finally made it to your side, out of instinct, his arm went around your waist, his hand resting on your hipbone, brushing small circles with his thumb. He always did that, but now, as he did it, he hoped you could tell just how important it was for you to know exactly what he was thinking. In doing these movements, he was trying to infuse into your body all his feelings for you. Was it working? Were you coming to the same realization?

Knowing you, though, you either already knew you loved him, or you knew you weren’t going to love him this way ever. You always were smarter than him.

Carlos is hoping that you already knew you loved him and were just waiting for him to catch up. That’s what happened a lot. You often knew things and had to wait for Carlos to catch up; that’s why he loved you. You never pushed or persuaded. You let him figure things out on his own.

“Hey,” you say, a small smile on your face as you look up at him, leaning into his body. Carlos gives you a small smile, all his nerves going haywire. With one smile and look from you, all the warmth and blood rush to his face. You noticed, of course, you did. You always seemed to notice these things.

He thought he would be more uneasy about having this realization, but loving you and realizing he loves you is actually the easiest thing for him to do. Loving you is as easy as breathing. It’s no surprise that he fell in love with you. It’s not a surprise how long it took him to realize it, though.

“Are you okay?” You scrunch your eyebrows, noticing Carlos’ sudden flushed face.

He nods, barely convincing.

“Excuse us,” you say, pulling Carlos away from the group towards the cool balcony. Once there, you ask, “Is everything okay?”

“The dress,” is all he’s able to spit out.

“My dress?” you question, suddenly patting down your stomach and hips, trying to feel for any inconsistencies or insecurities.

Seeing your response, Carlos internally curses himself out. “You look very nice in your dress.”

“But then why is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replies, in an attempt to reassure.

“You’re acting weird, though.”

“I just learned something, that’s all.”

“Yeah? What did you learn?” you ask, excited for Carlos.

“It’s okay,” he replies, shaking his head. “It’s not something we need to talk about right now.”

You nod your head. You weren’t going to push Carlos to talk to you about something he didn’t want to talk about. Sliding your hand into his, you squeeze it, and your other hand rubs up and down his arm, attempting to comfort him, hoping to alleviate any issues he’s dealing with.

Well, shit, now he feels guilty even though he knows you’re not trying to make him guilty.

“I, uh, I love you as more than a friend,” Carlos finally gets out. “And I don’t think you want me as anything else other than a friend, so I’m trying to work through that. Your dress just put everything into perspective.”

“Who said I only wanted you as a friend?” you asked, a creeping smile on your face.

“What?”

“I don’t want you as a best friend.”

“You don’t?”

“Never have,” you reply, putting both hands into Carlos’.

“Oh,” he replies, giving you a soft smile.

“Yeah, oh.”

When you and Carlos re-enter the gala a few moments later, hand in hand, goofy smiles on your faces, that’s when everyone realizes that you both figured out what they had known about for years now.

Yeah, sure, okay, best friends.

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[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

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[v5b5]

Carlitos definitely gives you lots of flowers. He can't be there a lot of the time so the local florist gets a weekly order of flowers + note to deliver to you.

His friends know so much about you long before you're introduced and always tease him about how much he talks about you.

He's super clingy when he's been drinking. Doesn't even have to be drunk he could have had a single glass of wine and never want to let go of you.

He talks with his hands- even when there's a racquet in one of them which makes for some dangerous conversations.

AMEN, YOU SAVED ME. ILY.

(English is not my first language. If you see any mistakes in my grammar please tell me).

He would definitely send you flowers weekly when he's not around and just text the florist what he wants the note to say. The notes would be always different, probably saying, "I miss you, my love. I'm sorry for not being there but here are your loved flowers. Enjoy them as much as you enjoy my matches. Always yours, Carlitos". And you would definitely feel tempted to post them on your ig history, but you only do it from time to time just to respect the privacy of your relationship.

Indeed he doesn't stop talking about you, sometimes not even in training. And you are really used to his friends, family and also his team. when you're around his friends they always say things like, "Ey, Carlitos, she's even more pretty than you describe her" or "This is your gorgeous girlfriend you never shut your mouth about?." just to tease him or try to get him to blush.

He's always super clingy, cause he's not always around and when he is, he tries to be with you as much as he can, always sticking to you. But he's even more clingy when he drinks, he can't get his arms off you, literally needs to have physical contact even if your pinkies are just subtly touching. After all, physical contact is his most predominant love language.

Having a conversation with Carlitos is very funny cause he never stops laughing or using his hands to talk. He's always making funny hand gestures when he talks and you always tease him about the meaning of his movements. And when he's in practice and talking to his team, they always try to keep their distance cause he just might wave his racquet around and might accidentally hurt someone.

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[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! :)

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[lucy90712]

Carlos Alcaraz- Dating head cannons

- Carlos is a really good boyfriend as he always treats you like a queen and is super attentive to your needs even when you don't tell him what's wrong he always figures it out and makes you feel better

- he's the best at taking care of you when you're sick too he refuses to leave your side unless he absolutely has to so that he can keep giving you medicine and making sure you eat and drink enough plus it means he can spend the day cuddling with you which he loves to do 

- when you first began dating Carlos wasn't entirely sure what to do when it was your time of the month as he only has brothers but he quickly learnt things like what your cravings are and when you are likely to be more moody

- he is great at helping with cramps as he will give you massages on either your stomach or back depending on what's hurting and he will let you lay on him to use his body warmth to ease the pain as well 

- Carlos will always be your biggest supporter no matter what you do he will always be by your side cheering you on and celebrating when you achieve something no matter how small you perceive it to be 

- if you are also a tennis player he will always go and watch your matches even if he's playing right before he will speed his way through his media commitments so that he can make it to your match and he’s proud to say he's never missed more than a few games of any match of yours that he can physical be present for 

- if you don't play tennis and are in school he will take such an interest in what you are studying always getting you to explain the things you learnt in class and helping you plan your essays by talking through ideas with him and sometimes he even reads your essays once they are done without you knowing as he loves the way you write and how smart you are 

- Carlos loves to spoil you no matter how many times you tell him not to he is always buying you flowers or your favourite snacks and when he has to be away from you he will always come back with a little gift for you from wherever he's been 

- he always makes a fuss of you on your birthday too he makes sure you are the centre of attention the whole day and whether you want to do he will go along with it although he does like to take you to dinner in the evening whether that be just the two of you or with friends and family too 

- the same goes for your anniversary he always makes sure that you know how much he loves you and appreciates you as he never wants to take you for granted even if he's always telling you how much he loves you he really makes sure to show you on your anniversary 

- you have always been his good luck charm ever since the first time you went to watch him play so now he always wants you at all of his matches of course you can't always be there but you will always be there for his important matches 

- you are always the last one he wants to talk to before a important match and the first person he wants to celebrate with if he wins this means that the media have a lot of really cute photos of the two of you especially from after he won Wimbledon 

- there's lots of photos of the two of you being the cutest couple whether it's at a tournament or and event that Carlos brings you to there will always be at least one photo of you two being cute together 

- when you first started dating the both of you did everything to avoid anyone finding out about your relationship as you didn't need all of that while you were still getting comfortable in your relationship but eventually it was such hard work to keep it up that you stopped trying to hide things 

- the two of you pull off the best soft launch too with the most subtle hints that left people with so many questions until you two went all out and posted a picture together which really took everyone by surprise 

- after confirming your relationship Carlos secretly posts a photo dump of all his favourite pictures of you without your knowledge which has your phone blowing up all day with notifications not only from social media but from friends as well about how cute the two of you are 

- Carlos is a big family guy so when he first introduces you to his family you are incredibly nervous but you had nothing to worry about as the minute they met you they loved you and welcomed you into the family 

- once you had met Carlos' family you were treated as part of the family and invited to every single family event which can be anything from a wedding to Christmas with his family but you love it as you don't always get along with your family and they make up for that by making you feel loved and appreciated 

- Carlos is surprisingly clingy especially after a long day all he wants to do is come home and cuddle with you so even if you have things you need to do he will follow you round with his arms around you just so he can be close to you 

- Carlos also loves to do the domestic things with you he could spend hours in the kitchen making your favourite dishes and dancing to music even if neither of you can dance very well being with you in the kitchen also has is benefits as he gets to taste whatever you are making

- Carlos has an amazing ability to always be able to cheer you up after a hard day he always makes you feel better and when you're upset he has never failed to make you smile 

- there is no one else that you love more than Carlos and there is no one he loves more than you 

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[s4turns-st4rs]

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𝐚/𝐧: this gif 🥰🥰 new fandom !! watching the aus open made me feel things. hopefully more tennis themed fics coming soon. also apologies tumblr destroyed the quality of some of these lol. anyway enjoy lovelies xxx

in which: with carlos, rivals is a term used loosely.

faceclaim: the lovely agustina ruiz !!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

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iga.swiatek i’ll be your wine girlie

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#finally got around to posting this <3 #carlos alcaraz x reader #x reader

[cieloclercs]

formula 1!

— #16, charles leclerc

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7

my soul leads back to you [coming soon!]

— #55, carlos sainz

nothing here yet!

— #4, lando norris

nothing here yet!

— #81, oscar piastri

icebreaker [op81 x fem!ice skater!reader] secret glances, eyes talk of love [op81 x verstappen!reader]

— #14, fernando alonso

expecting [fa14 x fem!reader] home is where the heart is [fa14 x fem!reader]

— #5, sebastian vettel

nothing here yet!

formula 2!

— #8, ollie bearman

forever person [ob8 x fem!reader] ollie as a boyfriend [ob8 x fem!reader] mornings like these [ob8 x fem!reader] better half of me [grumpy x sunshine]

— #12, arthur leclerc

nothing here yet!

football!

— #11, joão félix

surprise [jf11 x fem!reader] ready [unofficial pt.2 to surprise]

— #8, pedri gonzález

nothing here yet!

— #30, pablo gavi

nothing here yet!

— #8, martin ødegaard

nothing here yet!

miscellaneous!

— carlos alcaraz

campéon [ca x fem!famous!reader]

#🏛️ — main masterlist #cieloclercs’ links

[game-set-canet]

could you do an alcaraz fic where you both wake up the morning after his Wimbledon win and it's all fluffy and cute and happy?

My Number One

Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing it, so thank you for this request! 💙 there is a lot of fluff (and hand-holding) going on in this imagine, i hope you like it!

* Y/N = your name

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The first thing you see after slowly opening your eyes is Carlos’ peaceful face. He is still asleep and has a soft little smile on his lips.

For a few seconds you just lay there and watch your boyfriend while your thoughts go back to yesterday.

Carlos won the second slam of his career. He defeated Novak Djokovic and won the tournament of Wimbledon. Although you were really confident and always believed that he will win it, you can’t remember the last time you cried as much as yesterday – except because of the final of the US Open 2022 of course.

You are so proud of him and what he archived in the last two years: winning slams, becoming world’s number one, breaking lots of records and still he remained the cheerful, humble and loyal young man you fell in love with.

He deserves this success so much after the start of the season: missing the Australian Open hurt him more than he admitted to the rest of the team and after Roland Garros and his loss to Djokovic with all the cramping and emotional pressure. All these thoughts bring tears to your eyes.

Suddenly Carlos snaps you out of your thoughts, you didn't notice that he was awake: “Please don’t start crying.”, his voice is a bit hoarse and still full of sleep, “I hate seeing you cry – no matter if they are tears of joy or not.”

You smile at your boyfriend and quickly try to blink the tears away: “Hey!”, you put your hand on his cheek and softly stroke it with you thumb, “Good morning!”

Carlos covers your hand with his and presses a kiss on your palm: “Good morning, Y/N!”

You smile at each other before Carlos moves closer to you – your noses are almost touching now.

“Did you sleep well?”, Carlos intertwines your hands with each other under the duvet.

You nod a little and smile at him: “I slept next to my beautiful boyfriend who just won Wimbledon alas his second slam, so yes, I slept very very well.”

Carlos’ smile got bigger and bigger with every one of your words and looks at you with a really radiant smile now.

Seeing him like this, your heart skips a beat. You can’t help but close the last distance between you to kiss him. The kiss was slow and tender and ended in little pecks.

“I still can’t quite believe it, you know?”, Carlos leans his forehead against yours, he is only whispering, “I mean, I always dreamt of winning Wimbledon and now…I can’t believe it.”

You chuckle a little because he had already said these words a few times yesterday - and also in exactly these words after winning the final in New York. And as Carlos repeats his words over and over again, you also repeat the answer you have given on every other occasion: “But you did it. And I’m so so proud of you.”

He doesn’t reply.

Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around you.

You slowly stroke one hand up and down his back while the second hand runs over his hair.

“Although I have to be honest: I might be a little jealously of the Wimbledon trophy.”, you say teasingly while playfully tugging on Carlos’ short hair, “You hugged it almost the whole evening yesterday and I can’t count the number of kisses you have given that trophy during the team celebration.”

Carlos groans softly because of the feeling your fingernails cause on his scalp. It takes a while for him to answer, his stubble scratches the sensitive skin of your neck: “I’m pretty sure I have hugged you way longer and have given you even more kisses during the team celebration.”, he lifts his head to grin at you, “And to be fair: it’s a really beautiful trophy!”

You roll your eyes and stick out your tongue at him: “I’m your girlfriend! It’s your job to hug and kiss me!”, you giggle a little, “But I’m honestly surprised you didn’t take it to bed with us.”

Carlos’ cheeks turn red which tells you that he actually did think about take it into bed. “No, I think I found the right place for it.”, he turns his head to look at the big trophy which is standing on the nightstand on his side of the bed, before he looks back at you and grins: “Besides, I already have the most beautiful thing of the whole world in my bed: you.”

“Cheeky.”, you laugh and shake your head in disbelief, “I like it.”

Carlos joins in your laughter before snuggling up to you again.

Somewhere in the bedroom you hear a smartphone vibrating, announce the arrival of a message. Your boyfriend groans in annoyance and rolls away from you over to his side of the bed. Without looking, he fumbles for his phone which is lying on the floor right next to his trousers.

“Is it something important?”, you ask him while sitting up in bed and stretch your arms up in the air.

“No, just Alvaro asking if we want to join them for brunch.”

You look down at you boyfriend who makes himself comfortable in bed again: “Do we want to join them for brunch?” 

Carlos suppresses a yawn: “Mhhh, I’m hungry but I don’t want to get up!”, he reaches for your hand and pulls you on top of him so that you lie on his chest, “I say we stay in bed all day: have brunch in bed and later dinner in bed…what do you think?”

“Is this our post-slam-win-ritual?”, you press a feather-light kiss on his lips, “Staying in bed and sleeping, eating, making out the whole day?”

“Yes, because you had the perfect idea last year after the US Open final.”

“You are right, it’s the perfect idea.”

Carlos tilts his head and looks at you with a warm smile: “I love you, Y/N.”, he whispers between loving kisses, “I love you so so much.”, his fingertips stroke over your right cheek, “More than anything else.”

You lean into the touch, close your eyes as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers on your skin: “Even more than your slam trophies?”

“Definitely.”, Carlos chuckles softly, “I wouldn't have won them without you.”

Your eyes snap open: “What do you mean?”, you reach for his hand and hold it in yours, “You won them because you are the best. Because you sacrificed everything for that…you practise every day, and you train really hard…”, you sit up in bed and take a deep breath before you continued in your monologue, “You won all these tournaments because of-“

But Carlos just interrupts you, a soft grin on his face: “My amazing team. Because I have the best possible coach in the world and a family that supports me no matter what.”, he moves over so you are now sitting opposite each other, “And because I have my girlfriend by my side, who truly cares about my, who supports me and helps me every day.”, he doesn’t look at you, instead he focuses on his fingers playing with a loose thread on the bedspread – he seems a bit nervous but he starts talking again, “A girlfriend who encourages me before every single match and cheers for me in the player’s box.”, his fingers slowly wander over to intertwine them with yours, “A girlfriend who is always there for me, who I can always count on and who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.”, finally he lifts his head to look at you with a shy but loving smile, “I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

You have been very emotional the whole weekend: his second slam final, so much work and so much pressure, the relief and happiness after the win and all the love you have for this man right in front of you, who just casually dropped the cutest love confession ever. You can no longer hold back the tears now and two of them make their way down your cheeks.

Carlos quickly takes your face between his hands and wipes away the tears with his thumbs: “Oh hey hey, please don’t cry!”

You smile through the tears and softly shake your head: “You can’t say such beautiful things and expect me not to cry!”

Your boyfriend tilts his head from one side to the other without breaking the eye contact: “I’ve made my girlfriend cry two times in the last one and a half hour, and I think, I’ve seen you weep tears more than five times yesterday…“, his smile is a bit playful now, “Guess I’m a terrible boyfriend…”

You laugh because of his words and nod: “The worst, actually.”

For a moment you just look at each other before you lean forward to kiss Carlos.

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[steffigraf]

carlos alcaraz is like if the entirety of jannikblr got condensed into a single person and sent out to live their jannik x reader dreams

#and i mean good for him #but he’s gotta make a proper move already man #tennisms

[kelloggsenthusiast]

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I had a request of Carlitos after AO, just felling exhausted and confessing his fellings because he just wants you to be with him. BUT I ELIMINATED ACCIDENTALLY, IM REALLY SORRY. 😭😭

Btw, I'm still taking requests, so you're free and welcome to ask whatever you want.

Warnings: bad mental health/extremely exhausted Carlos.

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You had known Carlos since you both were 18, and always had an especial connection, but you never saw it like anything romantic. For the last 2 years of friendship, you tried to accompany him to some tournaments, so you were now in Melbourne, Australia. Watching his matches and eating sushi the night before. Even though you have been friends for years, a few months ago, you started to realize that this was probably love, because no one travels around the whole world just to support a friend every time they ask for, no?.

But you ignored the fact that his eyes were always on you, and every little thing you do. But now you guys were so distracted to think about stupid theories like those. The night before his match with Zverev, he invited you to eat sushi as usual, but when you arrived at his hotel room you noticed, it was just him.

"It's just you and me?". You ask certainly confused. You entered his room and sat at the edge of his bed. He wasn't a very messy person, but he had a bit of clothes around the room, his suitcase on the floor full of things and the door of the bathroom open, from where you could feel the humidity of a recently used shower, and you could also tell from his semi-wet hair.

"Yes, you wanted to invite someone else?". He asks a bit concerned, you know him very well, he's much of a people pleaser, so you have to reassure him. "No... It's good to be just us". You say with a sweet smile and looking around. "The sushi is almost here". He says looking down at you. "It's ok, I'm not that hungry". You answer sweetly not to worry him. "What about we watch a movie while eating?". You propose with a smile. "Sounds good". He answered with his big representative smile.

Then you took the TV remote and started sapping, and you decided to watch a rom-com. During the dinner, you started to feel very cold, cause Carlos loved to have the A.C at its lowest temperature, and you loved it too, but the humidity from the bathroom didn't help with the cold. Carlos noticed that and hugged you from your shoulders. "Are you cold?". He asked in a whisper near your lobe, you could feel his warmth, it made you feel safe and cozy. "Yes, a little." You answer blushing a little. Then Carlos got up from bed and opened his suitcase and took out one of his Nike favorite hoodies, a very classic but pretty white hoodie with a little logo of a colorful tennis court. "Here, have it". He Said sweetly and extended it to you. You took it and put it on, it was cozy, you could smell his scent. "thanks", you limit yourself to say. The night was amazing, so wonderful that Carlos stayed awake thinking about the situation he was in with his relationship with you, a difficult one... A platonic romantic friendship.

The next day, he was extremely tired, he even fell asleep while eating breakfast. So by the time of the match, he was exhausted physically. He lost the match, for way too much difference. He felt stupid, not enough. He had already tried to improve those aspects of self-sabotage with his psychologist, but today was not his day to think about that. He was destroyed, he felt like nothing.

So when he got to his room, he limited himself to throw his bags to the floor and do the same with his "useless" body. But suddenly he heard a knock, a special one, one that only y/n used with her loved ones. It was something little but he was a person of details, and he liked to remember that kind of things. He wasn't good with birthdays, words or dancing, nor even signing, but learning little details of his loved ones was definitely his thing, it was his way to show love and this was her little detail to remember. He got up from the cold floor and walked a few steps towards the door, his eyes were red from some sobbing on the way to his room, but he felt strong enough to face y/n. He opened the door and just threw himself into her arms, and started sobbing. "I'm sorry". She said sweetly while caressing his nape. "you made everything you could". "No, I didn't made enough". He said to her and also for himself to hear. "of course you did, sometimes it is good to know our limits, maybe your body was just... Exhausted". She says trying her best to comfort him. He picked her up, and carried her to his bed. He jumped to bed with her in his arms. He just wanted to cuddle. "I think I need you... I can't hide it anymore". He says in a sweet voice. "I know you feel it too, I can see it in your eyes". He says looking Deeply into her eyes. "I know you think we guys never notice, but I do". He says before caressing her hand. "Be my girlf..." He couldn't even finish the sentence because you were already kissing him in a sweet subtly way.

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I'm finally done, I was so tired with uni that I didn't have time to write. But I'm here... Hope you like it. I made a big effort to write this and not to fall asleep while doing it. IM SO TIRED.

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