after the final point

‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️SMUT🔞GUYS, I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY OTHER CONTENT. MY INSPIRATION HAS RUN DRY LATELY. I KNOW SOME READERS ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS KIND OF STUFF. IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT, KINDLY SKIP TO THE NEXT ONE SHOT., THANK YOU.

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The stadium lights were still glowing, even as the crowd began to thin. The energy of the match lingered like smoke in the air — thick, electric, unforgettable.

Alexander had just pulled off one of the most emotional wins of his career. Five sets. Three tiebreakers. A bloodied knee and a roar that shook the court. He’d dropped to his knees when it was over, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his arms.

But now, backstage, his eyes were searching for only one thing.

You.

He found you waiting just outside the players’ tunnel. Hoodie pulled tight around your body, your eyes wide with emotion. You didn’t care that cameras were flashing or that security tried to hold you back. The second you saw him, you pushed past it all.

He opened his arms, and you ran straight into them.

“You did it,” you whispered, voice catching. “You actually did it.”

His chest was still damp, his skin warm from adrenaline, but he clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck.

“I couldn’t have without you,” he murmured. “I needed you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you didn’t let go, even as a team assistant called his name. You just held him.

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The hotel room was silent hours later, high above the city, far from the noise of the match.

The suite was sleek and modern, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the raw, electric space between you and him — the kind of tension that crackled in the air like static before a storm.

He stood near the window, shirtless now, towel draped over his shoulders, watching the lights of the skyline. You were perched on the edge of the bed, heart pounding.

“I’ve never seen you fight like that,” you said softly.

He turned to you, and there was something dark in his eyes — not anger, not frustration. Hunger. Emotion. Lust. Love. All tangled together.

“You know why I fought like that?”

You shook your head.

He crossed the room in two long strides.

“Because I imagined you waiting for me after.” His voice dropped. “I imagined you watching me win. Imagined your voice in my head, telling me not to quit.”

Your breath caught as his fingers reached out and brushed your jaw.

“That’s what kept me going.”

You leaned into his touch, letting his hand slide down your neck, his thumb tracing over your pulse.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N.”

There was something so intimate in the way he said your name — low, reverent, like it meant something sacred. You felt heat curl in your stomach.

You swallowed hard. “Then show me.”

His eyes flared — a quiet storm behind them.

“I was hoping you'd say that."

Alexander's eyes were dark with desire as he sat on the bed beside you, his fingers trailing down your neck and shoulders. You shivered under his touch, your breath catching in your throat. He leaned in, kissing your collarbone softly before moving up to capture your lips once again. As you kissed, Alexander's hands began to wander, slowly unzipping your hoodie and pushing it off your shoulders. He broke the kiss just long enough to remove his shirt, revealing his chest. You ran your fingers over his abs, admiring the way they clenched under your touch.

Alexander's breath hitched as your fingers traced his muscles. He quickly unhooked your bra, tossing it aside before cupping your breasts in his large hands. He leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his other hand kneaded the other breast. You moaned softly, your head falling back against the pillows. Alexander took advantage of the position, switching to the other side and giving it equal attention. His hands then moved down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he lifted you slightly to pull down your sweatpants and underwear in one swift motion.

You were now completely bare in front of him, your legs slightly parted. Alexander's eyes locked onto the spot between your legs, his pupils dilating with intense desire. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his large, erect member. "See what you do to me?"

"Let me feel what I do to you"

Alexander growled softly, positioning himself between your legs. He rubbed his length against your wetness, teasing you before slowly entering inch by inch. You gasped at the sensation of being filled completely by him. He paused for a moment to let you adjust before beginning to move.

"Fuck..." he breathed out, starting a steady rhythm that made the bed frame creak slightly. One hand gripped your hip while the other supported his weight, letting him thrust deeper with each movement. Your breath became heavier, your fingernails digging into his back as he hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly.

"Oh... fuck," you moaned softly as Alexander repeatedly hit your g-spot.

"Tell me Y/N, who makes you feel so good?"

"You... only you..." You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. He smiled smugly, loving the power he had over your body. He leaned down to capture your mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing your moans as he slammed into you over and over again.

"Say my name, Y/N"

"Alexander... I'm so close" you moan and bite your bottom lip. Alexander's eyes darkened with intensity, and he increased his pace even more, knowing exactly what you needed. "Come for me, baby," he growled. "Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock." His dirty talk pushed you closer to the edge.

You shattered beneath him, screaming his name as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your inner walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulling him deeper as you trembled with pleasure. Alexander followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard inside you, filling you with his cum.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily, his cock still buried deep inside. He kissed you softly, tenderly, before slowly pulling out. He rolled you onto your side and spooned behind you, pulling you back against his hardening cock once again. He was already ready for round two.

You giggled softly ask asked, "round two?"

"Mhmm..." Alexander hummed against your neck, biting lightly before sucking gently. His hands slid down to your hips and pulled you back against him, grinding his hard length against your sensitive pussy. "I'm not even close to being done with you tonight, Y/N."---

a/n: This is my first time writing smut. Did I do good and should I write it more often?