Tennis One Shots

Rafael Nadal

Author's Note: So, I didn't die! I just had school and exams but now I suddenly have a lot of free time. So here goes nothing 😬

Though I wouldn't admit it, the exertion was killing me as beads of sweat began to trickle down my face. Why did I agree to a cycle ride with one of the most physically fit athletes in the world? Did I really expect to keep up? Fortunately, I saw the meadow grow closer and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Rafa, however, was gliding along with minimal effort, his breath sounding as even as usual. His tousled hair looked even more endearing ruffled in the breeze. We eventually pulled up to a quiet spot and left our bikes resting against a huge old oak tree.

He laid out a red and white picnic blanket on the grass for me.
"After you, guapa." He gestured to the ground as he pulled out box after box of food from his rucksack, his accent prominent as ever.

I made myself comfortable and enjoyed the view as Rafa lined up all the Spanish delicacies in a neat row, ready for me to taste. He opened the containers as his dark eyes glinted with excitement, the corners of his lips twitching into a shadow of a smile.

"This is my grandmother's paella recipe, I made it myself this morning." His hand gently brushed against my face as he fed me a mouthful. My eyes widened, I was suitably impressed.

"You know, for a man who gets all his meals planned and cooked by a nutritionist, your culinary skills are impressive!" I joked, genuinely enjoying his dish.

He chuckled, sampling the dish for himself, and giving himself high praise with a chef kiss and closed eyes. I could see he was proud, if a little arrogant - but that's what made him so endearing. It was never an aggressive sort of arrogance, it was more a sense of self-assuredness, confidence in himself. And I loved that about him!

I leant forwards to get myself another spoonful, my back turned towards Rafa, and suddenly I felt warm, even breaths on my exposed neck as soft hands caressed my waist. I froze; half in shock and half in anticipation of what he would do to me. God, the things I wanted him to do to me. There was nobody around for miles. Anything could happen, really.

I turned myself around to face him, maintaining deep eye contact and pressing my body closer and closer to his. His breathing got heavier and I could tell he wanted me, his eyebrows furrowed into a look of concentration, like I was just a task for him to complete. I couldn't stand it any longer, I placed my slightly parted lips on his and let out a breathy moan, his tongue grazed my bottom lip and sent a wave of shivers through my body. I needed him. With my legs parted, I kneeled over him and pushed him onto his back, still passionately kissing those soft lips of his and lowered myself until I was resting on him, supporting my body weight with his large frame.

I couldn't help it, I just let my hands roam freely under his shirt. The contours of his chest excited me. We spent minutes rolling around in the tall grass, not caring about anything else but each other and our bodies. He rolled me over until I was on my back, he took hold of my wrists and with a firm grip, pinned them to the ground. I was totally at his mercy, surrendering myself to him, willingly.

His eyes caught mine again, briefly, as he bit his lip and a smirk appeared on his face. I felt nervous, exposed, but I trusted him. Soon, my neck was met with the warmth of his tongue, tingles arising wherever he went. Gently, he applied more pressure with his lips and I gasped at the pleasure that accompanied the pain. My eyes fluttered to a close as I lay there, writhing in ecstasy. I wanted to take him, right then and there. His mouth travelled lower down my body, agonisingly slowly. My whole body felt more sensitive to contact, like it was begging for his touch all over me.

Just as he was about to reach my inner thigh, he abruptly paused. His grip on my arms loosened and he came up to meet my gaze.

"Ever the tease, I see." I grumbled, somewhat disappointedly.

He smirked, as if that was his intention all along, to make me sweat with nothing to show for it.

"Actually, the food is getting cold. You should eat up, guapa." He laughed, giving me an innocent kiss on the head as I pouted.

In that moment, part of me hated him for leaving me unsatisfied, and part of me was bursting with love. This man affected me in all sorts of ways. The way he could leave me all hot and bothered yet also crack jokes effortlessly.

I think I'm falling.

After a *brief* hiatus, I appear to be back. Don't hold your breath though, I'm very irregular. Hope that was up to standard :D