Tennis One Shots

Dominic Thiem

Okay, I love this Austrian babe so much and I've been dying to do one with Dominic Thiem, a reader recently requested a one shot with him so here goes. Once again, there will be a warning before the smutty bit begins. I hope you enjoy.

"Nobody should have to work that hard on their birthday! Congratulations Dominic Thiem. Tell me, have you ever had an entire grandstand sing 'Happy Birthday' to you?" I watched as the interviewer asked him.

"No, never." He replied, with that adorable smile spread across his face.

"Well, all together on 3. 1, 2, 3!"

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dominic. Happy birthday to you!" I sang to the best of my ability and joined the many voices who helped Dominic to celebrate his birthday.

"That vas such a vonderful experience, thank you US Open!" I sighed in contentment when I heard his gentle Austrian accent thanking the crowd for their support.

He was right in front of me, I could almost touch him. As usual, he stopped to sign autographs for fans and to take pictures. Many people were pushing to get to the front as he was a very popular player on the tour. Me being a polite, decent person; I waited my turn until I was able to easily get to the front. Of course, with Dominic being such an attractive young man, there was a group of girls with way too high-pitched voices taking excessive amounts of photos with Dominic and, frankly, invading his personal space. I laughed with an air of nonchalance; these girls were unbelievably naïve. I held my programme in my hand and prepared a Sharpie for him to sign it. My iPhone was out and ready to snap that photo I'd forever treasure.

Finally, those girls left and I was moving to the front. Just as I got there Dominic was about to leave. My heart sank, I'd waited for so long and all for nothing, he was just going to go. I lost all hope of meeting him until he quickly checked back to see if he'd forgotten anything at his chair and, by chance, caught a glimpse of me. I'd made an effort that day, a little light makeup and an outfit that accentuated my natural curves. Dominic took notice and walked over, I couldn't help but mentally high-five myself, I knew the skinny jeans would look good on me! He took his time with each stride. I held out the programme and sharpie and he took them from me, his masculine hands looking ever so sexy scribbling his autograph.

"So, did you enjoy the match?" He asked me and I felt my heart melt.

He was even sweeter in person. Keep your cool! I told myself.

"Yeah, you played very well, considering that you're also having issues with your right knee. And to beat him in just three sets! Very impressive." Hey, that was a pretty chill response. I'm proud!

"Glad you liked it. Vill you come and see me tomorrow?" He asked with a hint of hopefulness in his voice, his eyes lighting up and a look of hopefulness taking over his handsome features. How could I say no? But I didn't have any tickets!

"I'd love to, but I don't have tickets for tomorrow. Sorry." I was so disappointed, but nevertheless handed him my iPhone to take a picture.

Dominic Thiem just invited me to see him play and I couldn't even be there. He leant in close, and snugly tucked my head between his neck and shoulder and did his signature beaming smile. After the photo was taken he kept hold of my phone for a while longer and typed something into it. Strange.

"It's okay if you can't be there, I understand and here's your phone back. It vas good to meet you, um. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, I hope to see you again sometime. Goodbye for now." As he said this, he took my hand in his palm and kissed it gently.