Tennis One Shots

Rafael Nadal

*Y/H/T = your home town*

You have two choices with this One Shot. If you like smutty stuff, read until the end (it's not bondage or anything so it's all good), if not I will give you a warning just before the part where it gets a little steamy ;) Enjoy!

"I know that I cannot play for the rest of the season. My physiotherapist, he tells me that my left wrist is injured and I cannot play for a while."

No no no no no no! I thought to myself as Rafael Nadal's press conference was broadcast across the globe, revealing the sad news that he wouldn't be competing in any more tournaments until his wrist is better. I was outraged! How could my favourite tennis player be injured?! With a sad sigh, I tried to put the thoughts aside and focus on my breakfast. It was a continental style one, served up in my hotel. I was staying in Spain on vacation for 2 weeks and today was my eleventh day here. Only three more days and I would be gone - back to my boring life in Y/H/T.

Y/B/N and I decided to spend the last three days just relaxing and doing fun things. We'd finished being tourists and seeing all the sights of this beautiful country. Now, relaxation! I grabbed my beach bag and headed down to the hotel pool with her and set down our things on a sun bed and a table. I planned on working on my tan and getting that bronze glow I'd been after for a long time. Y/B/N however decided to exert herself and do lengths of the pool. Is she crazy? Who would voluntarily exercise on vacation? My sunglasses were on, my earphones were in, and the sun was shining. Perfect conditions for summer relaxation.

Time passed and I realised it was now five pm. We had stayed by the pool for five hours! I hurriedly threw on a beach dress and rushed back into the hotel room. Y/B/N followed me and we got changed into some presentable clothes.

"Hey, Y/N. I think we should go out for dinner tonight. Somewhere fancy maybe?" Y/B/N mumbled from our en suite bathroom, getting her makeup on.

I agreed, a fancy dinner would be a great way to top this whole day off. So I chose a red dress, figure-hugging but not restrictive, classy but not boring, I looked amazing, if I did say so myself. We exited our hotel and called for a taxi. Apparently, according to the receptionist, there's a great restaurant called 'La Madrileña' which serves local cuisine as well as a plethora of other dishes from all over the world. That sounded like my kind of place. In no time, we were there and seated, flicking through the menu tentatively. Just as I was about to choose something from the menu, a familiar-looking, tall figure walked into the restaurant. His cascades of brown hair hung loosely down, his suit was well fitted and showed off his physique, his face, it looked like - Rafael Nadal?

This cannot be happening to me. He and his crew walked over and were seated at a table facing ours directly. He was sat so that whenever we both looked up, our eyes couldn't help but meet. I felt my palms get sweaty and heart beating quicker. I knew nothing could happen between us but I just couldn't help myself from staring at him in the hope he'd catch my eye at one point and come over. Y/B/N caught me looking and I blushed and looked back at the menu.

"Y/N, I saw that. Don't. It will never happen!" Ugh, I guess she's right.

I ordered a seafood paella and a cocktail. I know Y/B/N already told me it's not going to happen, but there was something about today. The stars seemed brighter tonight, and I just had a good feeling. Oh, I was more than ready to take a chance. We chatted for a while and shared memories from over the past eleven days, we were getting closer as friends, it was a special moment. In no time, a waitress came out and served our food. We dove straight in after being so hungry and really enjoyed the food. I looked up to take a break from pigging out on the delicious meal when a pair of chocolatey, creamy brown eyes looked right back at mine. Not wanting to look away, I fixed my gaze on him. He persisted to keep his eyes on me, following my every move. We played this game for a while, our eyes not leaving each other. Then someone tapped him on the shoulder to talk about something and our moment was cruelly snatched from us.

Y/B/N was right, no matter how lucky I was feeling, it would never happen. He's a world-class athlete and I'm some girl he saw at a restaurant. Plus, he was enjoying a meal with some friends, who was I to disturb that? Y/B/N had witnessed the whole thing and rolled her eyes.

"Y/N! What did I tell you? You'll only get your heart broken if you pursue this." This time, I genuinely took her advice, and tried to enjoy the cocktail.

I enjoyed it so much I finished it in the blink of an eye. Out of nowhere a waitress brought over another cocktail to our table, but we hadn't ordered any.

"This is from the gentleman at the table opposite yours."

With that she walked away, leaving Rafa and I to make eye contact yet again. I gave my best seductive glance at him and looked away again, sipping my cocktail. I heard him stand up, then button up his suit and walk over.

"Excuse me, but I think you're very beautiful and I would like to get to know you. I'm Rafael Nadal."

He stuck out his hand for me to shake, I took it eagerly and invited him to sit down.

"I think I'm gonna go back to the hotel, call me when you're done okay Y/N?"

Y/B/N walked away but turned back to give me a quick glance that said: Have fun

"So, mi chica. What's your name?" His smooth Spanish accent was pleasing to my ear.

"I'm Y/N, I'm a huge fan by the way. It's such a shame to hear you're not playing for the rest of the season." I was keen to show interest but didn't want to seem like a fangirl.

"Yeah, I'm disappointed. But I'm on vacation here in Spain and I thought I'd visit family and have some holiday time." His voice was easy to listen to.

Throughout the night, we talked and talked. We'd really hit it off. Rafa paid for my meal, what a gentleman, and got us a taxi back to his place. What a sweetheart.

Fans of smut: Read on. Others: Leave now.

During the whole taxi ride, Rafa kept looking at me with lustful eyes, his hands on my body with a touch of gentleness and lightness. I got shivers down my back when his palm glided expertly up and down my thigh. As we neared his house he leant in closer, his breath caressing my neck and he whispered, with that seductive hint of his Spanish roots in his voice, "When we're back at my place, I'm gonna do things to you. Things you haven't experienced before."

My whole body tensed up, there was a viciousness in his voice, and to my surprise, I liked it. As soon as we arrived at his house we threw open the door, too caught up in passion to care about it. Our lips were locked and our tongues were caught up in a duel. His large hands moved from my hips down to my ass and he cupped my body in his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his toned torso, not once did our lips part.

He carried me to his bed and threw me down, his eyes tracing the curves of my body. He wanted me bad, I could tell. My dress was begging to be removed and he ordered me to turn around. With light hands he pulled the zipper down to reveal my bare back. He spent a few moments drawing circles on me, then proceeded to remove the dress from my shoulders and eventually my whole body was exposed. I stood there, in just my lingerie, the black lace adding definition to my assets, and he took a good look at me. He liked what he saw, I could see by the way his eyes lit up. Moving in closer, I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him again, he leant over me with his big body and let me take his shirt off. Button by button I removed his clothing. Each inch of skin was perfectly toned and I knew we'd have some serious fun tonight.....

If you'd like this to be continued please let me know in the comments! I hope you enjoyed and sorry that it wasn't as cute as the Milos Raonic one. Don't forget to let me know who you want next!