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Carlos, please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please don’t extend the game and just win in straight sets I got things to do and if you let him get a set I will find where you live😡✊
You just know Carlos is gonna win the grand-slam when his hair is actually good
HIS LITTLE DANCE OH MY GOSH
After like 2 years of quitting editing i decided to try it out again and… well whatever this is😭
I FOUND A PICTURE OF CARLOS WEARING A CAP BACKWARDS . IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR A WHILE NOW OH EM GEE. IM GONNA CRY LOOK AT HIM😭😭
Can someone plz translate i used like 3 different apps and i have no idea what hes saying but im so invested 😭
im so sorry. ENTITLED? What the hell is wrong with some people. Carlos is anything but entitled 😭
Im attempting to write a fic once again. 😈 (i can barely think of a title)
His Physio C.A
Warning: smut ?
The sounds of grunting and shoes squeaking were all over the court as you watched Carlos practice in the middle of summer. His shirt was off and his sweat glistening on his abs as he moves around the court like it’s nothing in Spain’s hot weather…
You’re sitting on the court’s bench with the rest of Carlos’ team besides his brother, Alvaro (which is currently hitting with him) and Juanki who is standing behind Carlos, watching him and instructing his movements on the court. They’re chatting about the rest of Carlos’ schedule for the day, but your eyes are constantly on Carlos. One of them mentions your schedule, which also brings up your schedule as his physiotherapist. Juan Carlos had made an appointment with you for Carlos to massage his sore muscles after his practice in the afternoon.
It was something you were really looking forward to. I mean come on who wouldn’t wanna touch him? Your thoughts were now wandering far far away from what you should be thinking about. It was no secret you had a crush on him for while, but you were scared of what Carlos and the rest of the team would think. Him and his physio dating? It wouldn’t be such a problem with age or anything, your only a year younger and you two have been friends even before you became his physio or he became a professional athlete. But Juan and his manager would throw a fit and make a whole argument talking about how, “He shouldn’t have a relationship at this time,” or “It would distract him, he already had a terrible schedule”.
His practice was coming to an end which meant there was an hour left until you could massage him. He sat next to you on the bench, wiping his chest, his abs and his face. You took a quick glance and smiled even if you weren’t directly looking at his face. Carlos saw what u were looking at and gave you a wink.
“Like what you see?” He says with a heavy Spanish accent and a smirk. He didn’t tease you much, but with the amount of staring you did today, he actually noticed and he just had too. Whatever he was doing, it was working you mumbled a quick “huh?” and looked the other way to start a conversation with Juan.
He smiled again, and then tapped your shoulder. “Come on!! You didn’t answer my question.”. You ignore him and quickly head back to the tennis academy’s fitness building before he gets to your head, the fitness building where all the massage and fitness equipment is stored. You head to a room with a table that he could lay on as you prepare.
He came back from practice, still shirtless and his sweaty shirt he was wearing at the beginning of practice before he took it off a little later was rolled up in his hand. He laid on the table on his stomach waiting for your hands to be on his back. Your glad he didn’t bring up what happened earlier. You start slowly as you talk with him.
“So how was practice?” You ask as you pour oil on him to help with the massage. He shivers slightly when he feels to cool oil touch his skin. “It was good I guess but you still didn’t answer my question..” You roll your eyes, already annoyed by this whole thing. You rub the oil all over his back and he lets out small hisses.
When you actually begin, he let out grunts and praises of how good you were doing, and of course, your mind wandered to other place. Your so turned on, the only thing you can think about is how his body would feel.. But for now it’s just a silly crush you developed hoping it would go away soon, but it doesn’t seem like it will, especially since you get to hear him grunt and praise you like this.
After you finish with his back, he’s realized the effect he’s had on you. He grins and sits with his legs crossed on the table as his hand taps on his thighs.
“Sit,” he says with a low and husky voice, his back still covered in oil. Before you can even think about what your about to do, your body involuntarily moves to his lap, straddling him. He grips your hips and keeps you in place.
“I’ve noticed how you stare at me y/n..” he whispers as he moves his head closer to your ear. He moves a piece of your hair behind your ear as he slowly pushes you right where you want to be on his lap. “So beautiful..” he whispers again. You find your head buried in his neck, you leave kisses all over it making him whimper and asking for more. He keeps one hand on your hip as the other one slowly travels down to your ass.
You start leaving marks, which both of you know you shouldn’t since if the team found out, they would definitely kill you both. But in this moment it really didn’t matter, all that mattered was how he felt against you.
He began pushing you down, forcing you to grind on him. You moan loudly, you’ve been wanting, no needing this. You start doing it yourself which it only gets faster and faster. Soon enough, you feel something grow and it only fuels you more. Now both of you are panting and letting out cusses and grunts wanting more and more, but you know that if you go any farther than this, it will end bad.
Carlos starts kissing you while you move your hips against his, his tongue slowly entering your mouth in a slow dance making you moan in his mouth. You grip his hair, touch his abs and dig ur nails into his shoulders, trying to get a lot of physical contact. Soon enough, you get interrupted from your moment with a knock on the door with a familiar voice.
“Hello? The massage was supposed to end 20 minutes ago?” Its Juanki. You jump off Carlos’ lap no matter how much you truly wanted to stay as Carlos fixes his hair. “One second!” You go and open the door and he looks mad, before he enters, Carlos realizes the marks are still on his neck, he attempts to hide it with his sweaty nike shirt he was using to practice earlier. Juan comes in still confused and mad.
“What’s going on? Why did you finish late?” He crosses arms with a raised eyebrow. Carlos stammers and stutters but you shush him and do the talking instead. “We actually started later than we needed to so we ended later as well.”
Juan sighs, taking in the lie. “Okay but next time make sure to start on time, one of his sponsors have an event today that he’s gonna go to and it’s starting soon so hurry up.”
Both you and Carlos nod. He leaves the room and both of you let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew..”
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(I currently only write for Carlos and maybe Jannik)