Funniest Example Of Rafa And Roger Not Communicating Is Roger Saying In 2020 During Match For Africa

FIRST ROGER'S LOVE LETTER TO RAFA NOW THIS 😭😭😭😭 OLD MEN TENNIS YAOI GOES CRAZY it all goes back to the big 4

it would be really funny if for the whole offseason and next season we have fedal and novandy trying to one-up each other in who can be more overtly gay

Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal in an interview during the 2019 Laver Cup Gala / Roger Federer in an Instagram post celebrating Nadal's career / Roger Federer in an interview during Indian Wells after Rafa withdraws from their semi-final and would-be 39th match, 2019.

3rd MASTERLIST

Jannik Sinner

Hate you nsfw

Hate you more nsfw

Hate you even more nsfw

Still hate you nsfw

Never hated you

I don’t know if I hate you

I don’t hate you anymore

Double Fantasy ft Carlos Alcaraz nsfw

Shut up nsfw

Friends?

Carlos Alcaraz

The Academy 2 - 3 - 4 (discontinued)

Celoso nsfw

Blurb nsfw

Pre-event shenanigans nsfw

Sex ban nsfw

Punishment nsfw

Are we still friends 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25

Double Fantasy ft Jannik Sinner nsfw

One Night Only nsfw

Prince of Wimbledon nsfw

Thighs nsfw

Older - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5- 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

We can’t… can we? nsfw

Sunday nsfw

Sunday — ca

AUTHOR: @brennendeerinnerungen gave me the idea

SUMMARY: after weeks of long distance, Carlos is finally back home…

WARNINGS: smut

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When Carlos had told you he would come home around two in the morning, you tried to stay up and wait for him but by the time the clock hit midnight you were sound asleep in his bed. He had insisted multiple times you’d just move in with him but you felt as if it could be too much and simply settled for staying over whenever he was around or when you needed a peaceful environment.

When he finally arrived home, he smiled at the sight of you sleeping with your arms tightly wrapped your pillow. He was exhausted so it didn’t take him too long to take off his clothes, brush his teeth and join you in the bed. He pulled the covers over the two of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest and you sighed in reply. In a matter of minutes he was asleep too.

The next morning you woke up to his head in the crook of your neck and his soft snoring. You smiled before you even fully woke up, breathing in his scent. You had missed him dearly, late FaceTime calls and constant texting weren’t enough. You craved his touch, his smile, his laughter, his presence.

Carlos moved around and sighed, his arms squeezing you. He wasn’t doing any better, he had been counting the hours as he waited to see you again and now you were here with him. You thread your fingers through his hair— that you would have to beg him not to cut now that he was back home.

“Morning,” he mumbled with a raspy voice and without moving an inch. You kept him close and pecked his head.

“Missed you, bubs,” you whispered, inebriated by his scent. Carlos smiled against the crook of your neck without leaving a couple kisses to the skin exposed to him.

“Te extrañé, amor. Álvaro estaba siempre con Lucía y yo estaba solo,” he whined in your neck and you couldn’t help but giggle. He could be such a baby sometimes. His hands moved underneath your shirt and caressed your sides.

“Aw poor baby,” you pulled away to finally looked down at him. His hazel eyes were still very sleepy and he was pouting, trying to sneak his head back in your neck. A soft giggle left your lips.

“C’mere,” you mumbled immediately leaning in to kiss him. Something you had been dying to do. Carlos pushed himself on his forearms to kiss you properly and one of his hands squeezed your side. Your lips moved slowly against his, savoring every moment.

“Te quiero,” he mumbled in between kisses to which you replied with a hum, too focused on kissing him when he abruptly pulled away. The same frown as before on his face.

“Say it back,” he pouted like a kid and you laughed.

“I love you too, now will you please just keep kissing me?” You said making him smile again. Carlos didn’t waste any more time and reconnected your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks before to the back of his neck where they played with his hair. His free hand leaving your side made its way up your body, a soft sigh escaped your lips when it reached your breast.

Sweet kisses turned into sloppy and slow ones until you were both whimpering in each other’s mouths. Carlos kissed your lips hungrily while his fingers toyed with your breast and then your nipple. You both moved around to find a more comfortable position until you finally wrapped your legs around his middle and he laid between them. It wasn’t until you parted that you noticed he was only in his underwear. Not a surprise considering he was a human heater during both winter and summer.

“You looked too good in Germany,” you mumbled almost pouting. Carlos brushed his nose against yours and smiled at your silly complaint.

“I bet so many girls were watching you take the team to victory,” you sighed and pouted even more. Carlos bursted into a genuine laughter and caressed your cheek softly.

“Ni siquiera miré a alguna chica,” he admitted truthfully, not that you would ever question his fidelity.

“Too busy flirting with Grigor or Flavio, no?” You glared at him jokingly and again he laughed. You had missed that genuine laughter that had your heart flutter and stomach twisting and flipping upside down.

“Me gusta cuando te pones celosa para nada,” he smirked and leaned in to kiss you again. His hand beneath your shirt cupped your breast again and you sighed in between kisses. You tried to protest but his lips silenced you again and again until you forgot even what you were going to say. Carlos had always been a great kisser, being able to take your breath away with just a quick peck.

“Quiero quedarme aquí para siempre,” he whispered as his lips moved from your lips to your cheek and towards your neck. You sighed in contentment and enjoyed the feeling of having your boyfriend all over you after such a long time.

“You’re lucky if I let you leave for Beijing,” you smiled and he bit your neck gently.

“Oh yeah?” He said cheekily and sucking on your skin.

“Yeah… Missed you too much,” you muttered in bliss as he nibbled with your neck. Biting and kissing until you were a panting mess. Carlos pulled away from your neck and looked at you with his usual soft smile. His ruffled hair and long-ish beard giving him a more adult look despite him being the most childish man you had ever met.

“Quítate la camiseta,” he mumbled a little more authoritative. You bit your lip and looked at him coyly.

“Make me,” you replied and he shook his head sighing.

“Vale,” he said before sitting back on his knees and quickly taking the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you naked beneath him. Carlos took in the sight of your bare body, the curve of your hips, the softness of your breasts and your coy smile.

“Someone’s excited,” you pulled him out of his trance as your eyes fell on his crotch. The black boxers making his boner rather obvious. He chuckled and hovered over you again.

“Tres semanas sin verte. Tienes suerte si hoy te dejo salir de aquí,” he ‘threatened’ you. The idea sounded appealing and tempting. Carlos nestled between your legs and let his lips brush against yours.

“Is that a promise?” You said back. Carlos chuckled lowly before kissing you again, this time you squeezed your legs around his waist. You parted your lips and let his tongue slip to meet yours in a heated kiss. You yelped when he suddenly sat back and dragged you with him, ending up in his lap.

“What a big guy we have here,” you made fun of him and he simply rolled his eyes playfully before cupping your cheek and pulling you closer. It was messy, needy, passionate. The warmth of his body kept you warm against him despite being completely naked. You dug your nails in his shoulders while your hips began to grind against his in a slow motion.

“Are you going to let me fuck you or what?” You mumbled pulling away to bite down his neck. You knew the no mark rule very well, especially because knowing Carlos there were few spots left unseen for the public eye to see. Considering that he always trained shirtless or in the skimpiest outfits ever.

“¿Tú? ¿Tú vas a follar a mí?” He almost laughed at your statement. You pulled away and furrowed your brows. Was he making fun of you?

“What’s funny?” You asked now confused.

“Nothing… Usually I am the one fucking you,” he muttered trying to kiss you again but this time you pulled away.

“Oh yeah?” Your lips curved into a smirk as you watched your brows furrow and a soft pout tug at his lips.

“Yeah,”

“And who was the one begging me to suck his dick after Wimbledon, mh? Who asked me to ride him during Roland Garros? Who was the one cuffed to the bed frame after the Olympics? And who told me to please let him cum? Who almost cried when I edged him a couple times?” You tilted his head back so you could see his cheeks grow redder and redder. Carlos stared at you speechless, eyes wide open and mouth agape.

“That’s what I thought. Now be a good boy and take your boxers off. I am going to fuck you,” you authoritatively stated and stood up from his lap to watch him take the last item off his body. He was hard. Too hard for someone who supposedly liked to be in charge. You giggled and straddled his lap again, not before having taken your underwear off as well.

“Ask me,” you suddenly said and watched him frown in confusion. Carlos’ brain already short circuiting with the feeling of your hand around his cock.

“Ask me to fuck you nicely,” you teased and he sighed annoyed. He knew you were doing this on purpose, to get a reaction out of him, to subdue him.

“Fuck me,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, hoping to get away with it but you shook your head in disapproval. Your free hand cupped his chin, your thumb pulling down his bottom lip. He looked so cute like this, at your mercy.

“Say it like you mean it,”

“Vete a la mierda,”

“Behave, Carlos,” you scolded him, your hand falling from his chin to his neck, applying a tiny bit of pressure. You could see it in his eyes he was enjoying this a bit too much for someone who didn’t like to be dominated.

“Follame… Por favor, amor,” he whined, too horny to even put up a real fight. You grinned and pecked his lips.

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” You teased him but before he could even reply back you sunk down slowly. He gasped and so did you. Never breaking the eye contact and gripping shoulders.

“Joder,” he cursed under his breath and digging his fingers in your hips. You sighed and adjusted to him. It had been too long since the last time you two had been intimate and phone sex was not enough for neither of you.

“Fuck, you feel bigger,” you mumbled almost out of breath as you raised your hips and lowered them slowly. Carlos chuckled and pulled you impossibly closer, capturing your right nipple with his lips. You hissed and moved his hands from your hips to your ass which he quickly squeezed.

“Mmh fuck, fuck,” you cursed as he helped you with the pace. Every time you sank back down a sense of fullness made your insides contort in pleasure. Carlos sucked and bit your nipple, making you whine and tug at his hair.

“Mierda, sigues así y no voy a durar,” he admitted while moving onto the other nipple. You giggled and rolled your head back and closed your eyes, taking in the pleasure. Carlos’ fingers dug in the soft skin of your ass as you pulled you closer and closer.

“You’re going to cum when I tell you to,” you teased him and he groaned in disapproval.

“No seas mala,” he whined biting your nipple harder. Your hand pulled his head back by his hair. He gasped at the sudden roughness. Your eyes stared back at him.

“Behave,” you warned him again and let go of him. He sighed and you wiped his pout away by reconnecting your lips. Carlos hungrily and passionately searched for your lips, as if he was dying to kiss you again and again.

His big hands squeezed your ass and you clenched around him. A sheer layer of sweat forming on your bodies as you chased your orgasm. Sex with Carlos had always felt different from any other guy you had ever been with. Maybe it was because you had never been this in love with anyone else in your life.

“Amor… I’m—“ he tried to say but you shushed him.

“Not yet,” he groaned at your denial and you smirked to yourself. You were close as well but there was no fun in letting him have whatever he wanted, no? Carlos bit his bottom lip as he begged you with his hazel eyes. The sun rays hit his sculpted and naked body perfectly, showing you ever inch of him.

“Not yet, Charlie,”

“A bit more,”

“Wait for me,”

“I know you can do it for me,”

Minutes went by and the only way to cope with the pain in your knees was the look of pure desperation on his face. He was twitching inside of you and almost drawing blood out of his bottom lip. His silent prayers and loud groans spurred you on.

“Porfi amor, ya no puedo más,” he begged once again, almost on the verge of tears. You licked your lips and kissed him again, this time leading the kiss because he was too exhausted to even try.

“You may cum,” you mumbled against his plump lips. The guttural moan that left his lips when he finally was allowed to come undone made the hairs on your body stand and your core clench around him harder as he spilled inside of you.

“Joder… Mierda,” he held onto you as if afraid to fall apart, his face smothered between your breasts as you came as well, just as hard. You could feel his hot seed fill you up and leaking down your thighs as you rode your orgasm out. A sudden sense of tiredness washing over you made you collapse against his hard body. You both ended laying back on his bed. Carlos’ chest raising and lowering fast while you caught your breath. Neither of you dared to speak a word for the following minutes.

“Fuck that was hot…” he admitted to which you simply laughed amused and tired. Carlos pulled your hair out of your face and tried to look at your face that was laying on his chest.

“Te quiero pero eres una hija de—“

“Hey!” You slapped his chest and listened to his loud laughter. You moved your head so that you could look at him. His lips curved into a wide smile and his eyes almost closed as he laughed genuinely.

“Lo siento. Pero te quiero mucho,” he crossed his arms behind his head to look at you better. You stared at each other in silence for a moment, smiling like two imbeciles. Your heart beat fast against your ribcage as you looked at him and so did his.

“I am so in love with your stupid face it’s actually insane,” you admitted out loud and he laughed again, uncrossing his arms and pulling you closer so that your face could be close enough for him to kiss you.

“Don’t think of going to that barber you so dearly love this week or I am breaking up with you,” you threatened him as you threaded your fingers through his hair and appreciated his beard. Carlos rolled his eyes at you and kissed you to silence your complaints but silently agreed. Whatever made you happy would make him happy as well…

good morning, TennisTV tried to murder me so I’m sharing the joy

“Goodbyes are never easy”

Wait till the end. he's cute and amusing.

from Shanghai Masters twitter

carlos alcaraz is tennis

rafa to roger: oh my dearest you deserve the world if i can't win i want it to be you

rafa to novak: idk depends on the vibes i guess

Can you imagine when this race is won?

So many adventures couldn't happen today

So many songs we forgot to play

So many dreams swinging out of the blue,

We (have) let them come true.

the laughs when carlos was about to answer ijbol 😭 they know how much his ass hates the calendar aundkednekqbejkfjf