juankilitos

— LOTS of trips with his family, who adopted you as one of their own. To the beach, to his hometown, all over Spain, everywhere.

— long series with a lot of seasons that you watch cuddling in bed after his matches

— spending his training sessions sitting in the stands reading a book while he looks at you every two seconds with a huge smile to check if you saw how impressive that last shot was

— big hugger, long hugs, quick hugs, hugs from behind, falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you, side hugs when you are in public or walking, emotional and sweaty hugs everytime he wins, resting his head on your chest as you hug him if he loses

— arguments about why he got another ugly haircut even though you always end up liking them on him

— you get more nervous about his matches than he does, there’s more than one viral clip of you being super anxious, biting your nails, moments before a break point or tie break

— his hand is ALWAYS on your waist, or your lower back, or around your shoulders or holding your own, or grabbing your hair, but he is ALWAYS touching you

— speaking of physical contact, he LOVES having you on his lap, he thanks god everytime there aren’t any free seats and you have no other option than sitting on his legs. wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder every. single. time. because as long he exists you’ll always have somewhere to rest your ass

— very supportive of your career, hates whenever someone treats you as just a wag

— he never wants to have fights or hard arguments with you, he always gives you space to calm down and talk about your problems at the right time. Always soft spoken with you because he physically can’t raise his voice at you

— whenever things get ugly between you two, he is VERY proud and won’t be the first one to try to make things right (he’ll pout and sigh like crazy around you so you talk to him tho)

— he’s a social butterfly and he knows he is easy to like but he still gets nervous around your family and girlfriends because he wants them to approve him so bad

— you LOVE how jacked he is, always drooling when he easily lifts you or you see his bare back and he LOVES how much you like him so he is always trying to subtly put on a show for you

— you kiss him everytime you remember that you can, in fact, kiss him whenever you want, because he is your boyfriend, and why would he deny you kisses?

— and he is such a good kisser, always the right amount of tongue, slow, passionate kisses that always make you want more, hands always caressing your cheeks or the back of your neck

— kisses that get sloppy and NASTY whenever things get heated, his hands always on your ass or your boobs, A TON of drool, you love biting on his lower lip and he loves sucking your tongue as you grind on each other

— he is an ass over boobs guy 100%, obsessed with slapping your ass whenever he walks by you in the house, he takes his sweet time grinding his hard dick on your ass cheeks before fucking you, and he loves hitting in from behind

— he doesn’t like public or semi public sex, being too protective of you he’d hate himself if he put you through an uncomfortable situation, so he keeps it for the house or hotel rooms

— big oral fixation, he kisses you all over, eats you out for his pleasure, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of having his tongue between your folds and your taste. goes CRAZY when you give him head, he has to focus so hard to not cum in just a few minutes and it actually took him like a month and a half after you started dating to even dare to look at you as you wrapped your lips around his cock because he knew it was too much for him

— literally melts under your touch, he gets not only horny and needy but also SO happy when you kiss him and touch him

— he loves you. so much. he’s completely in love and he makes it everyone’s problem

— summer vibes all year long, “where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”, sunsets at tennis courts, flowers, parties together

note// finally made one of these !! i’m used to writing stories but this was fun so i’m definitely gonna post more of these now and then

you were tired. Tired of the crowd's screams every time your boyfriend changed clothes on court. Tired of seeing dating rumors of your boyfriend with other girls every single time you logged onto social media, every. fucking. time. Tired of him being asked at every press conference if he was single or looking for love, and of course, the fans' reactions every time he said he was, in fact, single.

Because it was better that way. He wanted to protect you. He didn't want strangers getting in the middle of your relationship. He didn't want people commenting on your business or you losing your privacy. But God, you were so damn tired of women just thirsting over YOUR boyfriend and not being able to do anything about it.

You were lying in your hotel room scrolling on your phone while Carlos came out of the shower, a few drops of water falling down his chest and dying on the towel he had wrapped around his hips. God, Australia looked so good on him, his tan stood out because of his platinum hair and the long matches he was playing had his muscles more toned than ever.

"You don't look very happy," he points out with a chuckle.

"Why are you so hot?" you pout at him.

"You're mad because you think I'm hot?" He actually laughs at that.

"I'm mad because everyone thinks you're hot, and you're supposed to be all mine."

"I am all yours."

"Yeah… but nobody knows it."

"babe..."

you sit up as he speaks, until you’re kneeling in front of him on the bed. you move your hands up his still wet chest until you wrap your arms around his neck.

"At least I'm the only one who gets to do this," you whisper in his ear as you begin to leave open mouthed kisses along his jawline, occasionally grazing his skin with your teeth "Right?"

"You already know that," he chokes out, tilting his head to give you more space. His hands travel to your waist, squeezing your skin lightly as his fingers slide beneath the fabric of your top.

your nails scratch softly the skin of his chest as they trail down to the towel wrapped around his hips. you notice he's starting to get hard, so you palm his bulge through the fabric, making him gasp. You take the opportunity to start sucking and nibbling at the skin of his neck, leaving marks that disappear in just a few minutes

“love, i have to play a final tomorrow” he lets out but doesn’t make a single move to stop you

“we can’t have a little fun then?” you tease him a bit and then start to suck a little harder on his neck, your hands working to get rid of the towel until it falls on his feet

“we can, but don’t mark me” he’s quick to say as he feels you starting to leave kisses on his collarbones

"You're so boring” you say, gently biting his collarbone "They're just hickeys, they're not gonna ruin your single man reputation."

Carlos sighs. "Just make sure they're not too visible."

You grin at his words and take his mouth in a passionate kiss. Carlos grips your hips and pulls you closer, growling softly as he feels the heat of your body against his. The kiss intensifies, both of you fighting for dominance. Carlos bites your lower lip one last time before pulling away just enough to remove your top, his mouth immediately going back to your skin, he kisses your neck desperately and starts moving down to your breasts.

"Maybe I need to remind you that I'm all yours, is that it?" he murmurs before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Shit" your head falls back as he sucks and licks your nipple, while the hand that isn't on your hip moves to rub your center through your clothes.

"fuck carlos, can you touch me properly?" you say with a broken moan. "Please."

Carlos laughs but grants your wish anyway, sliding your shorts and underwear down your legs and then easily lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his hips and then lying down so you're straddling him. He can't resist the temptation to grab your hips and move you against him as he feels your wet pussy on his hard member.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling. "Carlos, oh god" you moan as you move your hips in sync with the motion. It's not long before you lean down and start kissing him from his neck to his chest, leaving hickeys all over his skin, pulling away every now and then to admire your work. You bite your lip before speaking. "Mmm, you look so much better like this."

"yeah? You like everyone knowing I belong to you?" he says as he takes his member and aligns it with your entrance, pushing only the tip inside. "Can you feel how hard you make me? Only you can drive me crazy like this." He begins to push his length inside you, slowly, letting you adjust to the size and making you feel every inch.

Your walls tighten around his cock and you let out a moan. "God, baby, your cock feels so good." You try to move on top of him, but his hands on your hips stop you. "Please, let me ride you."

He shakes his head as he pulls you closer so you feel his length deep inside. "Nope."

You feel him bend his knees and place his feet on the bed before he starts thrusting his hips against you, picking up a merciless rhythm, the angle making his cock hit all the right places. All you can do is place your hands on his chest for support and moan his name over and over, "Oh my god, Carlos, it feels so good."

"you like it? i want to fuck you like this every day, only you, I don't want anyone else." His words are cut short by a growl, his fingers digging into the skin of your ass almost painfully as he fucks you so hard you feel like you'll see stars. "I'm all yours, y/n , do you understand?”

You nod, unable to form words as your orgasm rapidly builds. Carlos wraps his hand around your throat and slows his thrusts. "I asked if you understood," he says. You let out a broken whimper at the change in rhythm but try to focus on speaking. "Yes, baby, I understand," you let out and almost scream as Carlos resumes his pace, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. "Carlos, I'm gonna—" a choked moan cuts off your words, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten even more.

"Already? That's good, come on my cock, pretty girl" he demanded, moving even faster, his hand moving down to touch your clit to help you reach your climax.

With just a few more thrusts, you feel your climax wash over you. Your eyes roll back and your back arches as you moan his name. The mere sight of you in so much pleasure is enough to make Carlos finish too, filling you with his cum completely.

You collapse onto him, trying to catch your breath, feeling his heartbeat against your ear as he hugs you and runs his hand up and down your back. After a few minutes, just as you're about to fall asleep, you hear Carlos's voice, soft and soothing

"I don't want you to feel insecure or uncomfortable about anything in this relationship. If it's really something that worries you, I'll tell everyone we're together tomorrow, okay?"