Tennis One Shots

Milos Raonic

At your local tennis court

"Come on Y/N! Where did that forehand go? Get yourself back on form!" My coach screeched, his beady eyes fixed on my movement, watching me return the shots.

I get it, I'm not on form right now but yelling at me will not help. My hitting partner returned my ball with an angled, cross-court backhand. Shit, I'm in for it now. I darted to try to get to the speedy ball but I just couldn't, my legs couldn't carry me fast enough. When I missed the ball, I turned to look at my coach, his head was in his hands and he was muttering something under his breath.

"Take five, then we'll do some serving." He said it with an air of disappointment.

I grabbed some water and sat on the bench at the side, panting to catch my breath. I tried to focus my mind, and bring my attention to my body - I needed to be totally comfortable with myself to be able to serve well. After five minutes of concentration and rest, my coach signalled for me to get back on court.

"Now, I've brought someone to help you get your serve perfect." He beckoned a tall, dark haired guy sat with his back turned to us to come over.

The guy stood up and took long, elegant strides towards us. As he got nearer and nearer, I realised it was Milos Raonic. As in, the best Canadian tennis player on the planet! My jaw literally dropped to the ground, he was standing right in front of me. The guy with arguably the best serve on the ATP tour was about to help me to get my serve on point. I owed my coach one, I turned to him to mouth thank you and he just winked and walked away, leaving me and Milos on the court alone. My coach was up to something...

"It's Y/N right? I'm Milos, nice to meet you." He stretched out his arm to shake my hand, and I grabbed it and shook it and melted at his gentleness. He was so down to earth.

"Hi, yeah I'm Y/N. It's good to meet you." I couldn't help being awkward around him, thinking about all the times I'd stared at the TV, fixated by his skill and beauty.

"Alright then Y/N, we'll start with body position and weight transfer throughout the serve. Begin with your left foot pointing towards the cross-court post." I did so and got ready for his next instruction.

"Keep your back foot parallel to the baseline and this is how you should get ready for the serve. Now, bring the ball up to your racquet and toss the ball up. Ideally the ball should go around three meters above your head." I practised the ball toss a couple of times until Milos told me it was ok.

"As you prepare to hit the ball, transfer your weight to your back leg and drive that momentum through as you hit the ball when it starts its descent." I did exactly what he said. Or tried to.

The ball hit the net and wasn't travelling very fast either.

"No, Y/N keep your arm up after the ball toss to help you aim." His voice was gentle and reassuring as he said this.

He padded over and gently placed his right hand on my lower back and his left hand on mine. He was so close, I could feel his soft, even breaths on my neck and his fingers gripping my arm softly. I turned to look at him and his kind, chocolate eyes looked into mine, we were caught up in a moment of passion. Awkwardly, I turned away, not managing to look at him for too long. We continued with the serve practise and he guided my body with his hands - resulting in a perfect serve, landing right at the front of the court on the line and travelling at 135 km/h. I did it! My coach gave me a big thumbs up and a cheesy smile. He was proud, evident from the smile plastered across his face.

I gathered my things and stuffed my racquet into my tennis bag. Rushing over to the water fountain, I gulped down the cool, refreshing liquid as it revitalised every part of me. I wiped my mouth to remove any residue and turned around. To my surprise, Milos was stood there, looking down at the ground shyly and clasping his hands in front of him like an innocent little girl. It made me giggle but he looked so cute.

"Um, are you alright there Milos?" I asked, trying to catch his eye.

He kept turning away but managed to mumble, "How about a date sometime, Y/N?"

I couldn't help but blush and bite my lip shyly. His soft, gentle hands brushed against my face as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear and cupped my face in his hands, looking straight at me. We stayed like this for a while, our eyes locked together but it wasn't awkward. It was a comfortable silence.

Without warning, his face leant closer into mine and our lips met. Electric sparks shot through my body, his warm lips nestled between mine and my whole body leant into his. I felt like I could have kissed him forever. As we eventually broke away, he took my hand and walked me over to my ride.

"I'll see you here again sometime right?"

"Of course Milos."

Awww, I really quite liked that one. Don't forget to let me know who you want to see in an imagine next. And also give me any storylines you'd like to see. Bye for now.