Tennis One Shots

Dominic Thiem

Another Dominic one, I couldn't resist. Happy reading!

Dominic's POV
"Yes, vell I played pretty vell in zee first set, breaking him a few times. Um, but he came back a little, I just focused on each point and played with complete concentration." I gave a run-of-the-mill answer to the reporters before my coach led me away from the masses of cameras and magazine crews.

It had been a tough match in the extreme heat of the Australian Sun, I was glad to be out of it finally. My team and I got in the car and drove back to the hotel as quickly as possible, we had a very strict post-match routine that guaranteed complete muscle recovery.

After arriving at the hotel, I was rushed up to my room where an ice bath was already waiting for me and, reluctantly, I stripped off, sharply inhaling as I sank down into the biting cold.

"Okay, Dom, you know the drill. Ten minutes in here and then you will get your massage, then we feed you protein. Happy bathing, and well done." My coach told me bluntly before closing the door.

He may not show it but he was a big softie at heart, I knew he was proud of me really. I closed my eyes as I felt each individual ice cube melting and numbing my skin. I tried to relax - though it was difficult in such an unpleasant temperature. It almost made me want to be back out on court again, sweating from the heat; anything but the ice bath's cold touch.

Time ticked by as I waited for my massage session, the reward after tolerating ten whole minutes in icy hell. I heard a hard knock on the bathroom door.

"Dom, Y/N is waiting. You're done now." My coach's booming voice informed me that I could, at last, have that massage I had been waiting for.

Your POV
I prepped the table with a soft towel, a sheet to cover Dominic with, and, of course, my signature massage oils. That was what made me different to those other physiotherapists, I combined the science of muscle stimulation with the relaxing art of aromatherapy. Athletes need to be taken care of mentally as well as physically, and I would do just that.

A few moments later, the door swung open and in walked a solely towel-clad Dominic, still dripping from his ice bath. My eyes were glued to him as I followed each droplet of water's path down his midriff, I averted my eyes before he could notice.

He deftly lay himself on the table, face down, and proceeded to remove his towel. Before I could cover him up with the sheet, the towel was on the floor and he had closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He made himself so vulnerable to me in that moment, but I swiftly had him covered as my cheeks flushed a bright pink.

Starting right at the top, I coated my hands in the silky fluid with hints of a mild scent of vanilla, and rubbed my hands on his neck. I could feel remnants of his on-court tension as I worked my fingertips into the smallest of muscles, gradually feeling him let his body go.

I worked my way down, spending a lot of time on his shoulders and arms, his perfectly defined muscles relaxing with my every touch. My thumbs worked in parallel as they drew firm circles on his back, stimulating blood flow to those muscles. Eventually, I came across an area of particularly high tension and dug my hands particularly deep in that area. A soft, satisfied noise escaped his mouth as I continued working on it.

"Yes Y/N, right zere, zat's perfect." He said as I rubbed his back.

I couldn't help but giggle, I never thought I'd hear Dominic Thiem say those words to me as he lay naked right in front of my eyes. He burst out laughing too, obviously realising how much of an innuendo he had just made by accident.

"I hope coach isn't vaiting outside, zat could sound suspicious." He said, still laughing.

I shook my head with mock disapproval, continuing my way down his body until I reached the very end.

"Is that better Dominic? Any other areas for concern?" I questioned, clearing away my oils and handing him a robe.

"Oh no, zat's absolutely fine. But, um...seeing as you're my physio and your job is to literally rub your hands on me everyday,"

I laughed, he was funny and attractive: a winning combo.

"Maybe, vee could get to know each other sometime? I feel like you know me better zan I know you." He continued, a hint of a smile forming on those perfect Austrian lips.

"Okay, I guess so. It's a date then." I bit my lip and nodded, watching him put his robe on.

"Don't vorry Y/N, you'll be seeing a lot more of zis later on." He jokingly winked as he exited the room.

This has to be the world's best job.

Idk, I feel like my writing has got worse over the years haha. If you have any requests or storylines you'd like to see, please comment. Let me know what you think. Lots of love, puella-pulchra.