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game-set-canet · 9 months

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hi!! i wasn’t sure if your asks are open or not, so please ignore this if they’re closed, or if you don’t like the request ofc

i would love a friends to lovers jannik sinner x reader, where they’re mixed doubles partners and after they win an important match they end up accidentally confessing to each other

thank you so much!! i would love to be tagged in any future tennis fics as well <3

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Pairing: Jannik Sinner x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 i had like 3 different drafts for the ''confessing to each other'' but the other two didn't feel right, so i hope it's this way 🤗💙

* Y/N = your name * Y/L/N = your last name

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It’s not the first time that Jannik and you are playing mixed doubles at a tournament. But this is the first time you two made it to the semi-finals in a slam.

You still remember the wave of disbelief and joy that hit you when your opponents' return sailed out of the court, and it was clear that you and Jannik had reached the semi-finals of Roland Garros.

You still remember how you ran towards each other and hugged each other tight.

An Italian newspaper headlined "Two friends in the semi-finals of the French Open!".

friends.

You close your eyes and sigh: “friends” isn’t the right word to describe your relationship. It’s more than friendship. At least from your side.

From the other side of the court, you watch Jannik laughing at a joke from his physio and your heart grows heavy.

You would never dare to talk to him about your true feelings for him, you are too afraid to hurt this special bond between you, but at the same time you don't know how much longer you can handle this situation.

At first you were angry with yourself: Who falls in love with one of their friends?

But then again: How could someone not fall in love with Jannik?

You rub your face and try to banish the thoughts from your mind. It was hopeless. Jannik only sees you as a friend.

As you reach for your racket and slowly jog to your position to resume the practise session with Jannik and your coaches, you are too busy with yourself to notice the intense gaze and loving smile with which Jannik looks at you.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

“Game, Set, Match, Sinner et Y/L/N”

You jump towards Jannik, both of you beaming with joy. You are hugging each other, jumping up and down in the rhythm of the chanting of your fans.

“We are in the finals!”, Jannik is almost shouting to down the cheering of the crowd, “Can you believe this?!”

No, you can’t. Both of you lost your single matches yesterday and you were insecure about today’s double match.

You never expected to reach the mixed double final in Roland Garros.

It’s your first ever final in a slam and now you will fight for the trophy together with Jannik. The thought sends shivers down your spine.

His arm is still around your shoulders, you feel the heat radiating from him.

You can’t take your eyes off the smile with which Jannik looks at the fans: he looks so happy.

So beautiful.

You want to kiss him.

Suddenly he turns his head and looks down at you.

His eyes pause at your forehead: “Wait, you have some clay in your face!”, he raises his right hand to brush the sand from your forehead with gentle, regular movements, “Let me remove it!”

Your cheeks heat up and you inevitably hold your breath.

Abruptly he looks you straight in the eye, his hand strokes down to your cheek and remains there for a moment.

You want to kiss him so bad.

But you won’t.

Your heart aches as you take a silent breath and step away from his touch. You walk over to the interviewer who is already waiting for the winner's interview.

You don’t see Jannik's sad look as you turn away from him.

The interviewer was very charming and didn’t ask the same boring questions as the other interviews here.

“Jannik, Y/N and you are an amazing team, and we know you two are great friends…we want to give you the chance to say something nice to your talented partner!”

Jannik looks very surprised by this comment and bites his lip as he takes a deep breathe: “Well, you know, what can I say? I think I have the best possible partner. She saved those three match balls all by herself – I didn’t do much.”, everyone on the court and on the stands was laughing.

Technically he is right: you were the one who – somehow – returned every serve of your opponents.

“But as you said: She is very talented, definitely the best partner I can dream of -”he stumbles over his own words, his eyes widening as he realises what he just said, “when…on…for the tennis court!”

“Y/N”, he suddenly approaches you with your name, “I think I’m really lucky that you choose to play with me. Reaching my first ever slam final together with you is something very special.”, you feel that you are turning red because of his words – because you know he really means them – while he hesitates for a moment, “I think we are a perfect team: we complete each other and you understand me – even when I don’t know what I’m doing…I love you-”, his voice breaks, but in the next moment he continues to speak – faster, louder and more emphatically than before, his hands clawing into his shirt sleeves, trembling, “love your playing style!”

Some fans are laughing, some are clapping but you can only stare at him: Did he just say “I love you”?

You feel dizzy and your field of vision is blurring – you need to hold on the microphone stand in front of you.

“No, of course he didn’t!”, an energetic voice taunts you in your head, “He just misspoke or mispronounced the words! He loves your playing style!"

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Jannik’s and your teams and the two of you are sitting together in one of the lounges of the hotel. The atmosphere between you and Jannik was kinda tense. You haven't really talked to each other since the end of the interview.

“Jannik, I think we still need to work on your English!”, his physio laughs at the Italian, “Today’s interview was a bit…unlucky.”

Both of you turn red because of his words but it’s your coach who breaks the silents: “Why?”

His physio laughs even louder: “Because he misspoke and almost said ‘I love you’ in front of the whole crowd.”, his eyes are wandering back and forth between Jannik and you, “That was very embarrassing! I mean, just think about it!”

You wrap your arms around yourself and lower your head: Yes, it was probably truly ridiculous. You have always had self-doubt about the feeling of love. Or rather: whether someone would love you.

And even though you know that the physio doesn't really mean it, it's an inner voice that tells you that it would be really ridiculous to love you. Tears come to your eyes.

And Jannik notices it.

Jannik's thoughts are racing and before he can think it over he says in a trembling voice: “I didn’t misspeak.”

Suddenly everyone was dead silent.

After some minutes it was again his physio who mugs: “What?”

“I didn’t misspeak or mispronounced.”, Jannik avoids looking at you, instead he focuses on the ugly carpet in front of him, “I was a coward and got cold feet.”

Your mind was blank, it was difficult for you to form your question: “What do you mean with that?”

Seconds pass without Jannik showing any reaction.

Your coach jumps up from the couch: “Alright! Everybody out! I think, we should leave them alone!”, he nods to the door, “They have some things to talk about!” The other team members follow his example and leave the room slowly – some look at you curiously.

Moments pass by but none of you says a thing.

After almost five minutes of silence, you gather all your courage and whisper: “Jannik?”

The Italian presses his lips together but quietly says: “I lied.”, he is pale and looks very nervous, “I don’t love your playing style.”, he glances at you from the side of his eyes, “I mean, yes, I love it but…that wasn’t what I wanted to say.”

You feel your heart pounding against your chest, and you are almost shaking as you ask: “And what do you wanted to say?”

Jannik turns his head to – finally – look you in the eyes: “I'm afraid to say it out loud. I'm afraid that if I say it out loud, I'll...”, he shakes his head and stands up, pacing up and down the room, “I'm afraid I'll destroy something.”

You stand in his way and reach for his hand: “You can’t destroy anything, Jannik.”, it hurts to say the next words aloud, “We will always be friends.”

Jannik clasps your hands and shakes his head: “But I don’t wanna be friends…I…I want…more… I think…it’s…you…”

Suddenly all fear was blown away. All the dark thoughts were gone and all you can think of was Jannik. Jannik how he is standing in front of you, stammering and clearly nervous.

You take his face between your hands: “I love you.” Jannik stares at you before he closes the last distance between you and puts his lips on yours.

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v5b5 · 2 months

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#tennisblr #tennis #carlos alcaraz #jannik sinner #carlitos alcaraz #carlos alcaraz fanfiction #carlos alcaraz imagines #andrey rublev #jannik sinner imagine #grigor dimitrov #holger rune

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leheckajiri · 2 months

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I looove tennis doubles because they’re unhinged they’re like “here are these guys who’ve devoted their professional careers to playing as a team and become the best in the world as a result of it. Anyways they have to go up against some singles players who are just fucking around” and sometimes they’re not even from the same country

#tennis #jannik sinner #it’s always about him #seriously though I’m a figure skater and thinking about this in that context is sending me #can you imagine like. ilia malinin and rika kihira or something 😭😭#figure skating

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tennis-shenanigans · 5 months

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Name: Jannik Sinner

Job: Ruining Novak Djokovic's life

#jannik sinner #i am actually cackling can you even imagine how much Djokovic is hating this #jannik is just slaying left and right and he can't keep up #atp finals who??#we don't know her #tennis

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schumiatspa · 6 months

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Carlitos said in some interview that he isn't that good at cooking, but he'd like to learn

And we all know that Jannik's dad is a cook

So now I can't help but think that this would be a great way to do some father-and-son-in-law bonding and great fic material

#imagine carlitos surprising jannik with a romantic homemade dinner with all of jannik's favourite dishes that he learnt from hanspeter #and he would obviously learn how to make some typical south tyrol dishes to cook them for jannik when he misses home!!#jannik sinner #carlos alcaraz #sincaraz

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belteppismo · 3 months

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Next year, in the corridor leading to Rod Laver Arena, there will be a new name

Jannik Sinner 2024

#just leaving this here #can you imagine #jannik sinner

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game-set-canet · 9 months

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Amazing to see your requests are open :) please may I have one with jealous Jannik! I don’t really have much context other than that… perhaps your relationship isn’t public so someone flirts with you at an event and he gets all puppy eyed sad? And you have to reassure him :(

I only see your face

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it took me really long to write this because it honestly breaks my heart to think that Jannik gets sad 🙈 the imagine didn't work out the way I had planned it but i hope you like it, lovely anon 💕

* Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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The life of a tennis player is much more than playing matches and practicing every day. It also contains media work, photoshoots, sponsor events and doing things normal people don’t do. Like keeping your relationship a secret.

Jannik und you started dating three and a half months ago and you two are in a relationship for two months now. But your managers agreed that it would be strategically better to keep the relationship a secret: "We are currently looking for new sponsors, Y/N...it just works better if it looks like that you are concentrating completely and 100% on your career.”

Although you hate to admit it, your managers might be right: Apparently some people (and a lot of journalists) seem to think being in a relationship distracts you from playing tennis and no sponsor invests in distracted tennis players.

All these things mean that you had to go alone to the evening reception that the Italian sports federation organises for all tennis athletes. Usually you love events like this because they give you the opportunity to dress up and meet with all the other players off the tennis court.

You spend two hours getting ready for the evening: doing your make-up, dressing up in a wonderful dark green gown and a friend of you spend almost 30 minutes doing your hair.

You look amazing.

But you don’t feel like it.

Because you would prefer sweatpants, a messy hair bun and cuddling with Jannik on the ugly couch in your hotel room over this fancy evening event without Jannik.

Well, technically Jannik is here.

Looking really stunning in his dark blue suit. But since you are only allowed to look at him from distance and shouldn’t be near him, the evening will be anything but beautiful.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

After the official welcome ceremony you find yourself in a conversation with Matteo Berrettini, discussing the upcoming French Open, when Lorenzo Musetti joins you.

Lorenzo nods at Matteo before he turns to you and smiles broadly at you: “Y/N, you look really breathtaking tonight! The colour of your dress really brings out your eyes!”

You blink in surprise and clear your throat: “Uhm, thank you, Lorenzo…”, you feel your face heat up, “That’s really - uhm - nice of you.”

You give Matteo a help-seeking look, but he only looks at the other player, puzzled.

Lorenzo doesn’t notice your embarrassment as he continues talking while he steps closer to you: “You caught my eye the moment you walked in the room!”

You try to recreate the distance between you and take a step back, but bump into the edge of the table behind you. You can’t think of a thing to say since you are too confused: Why is Lorenzo flirting with you?!

It’s Matteo who breaks the silence: “Alright, I have to go! I need to talk with Jannik about swapping practise courts tomorrow!”, he smiles at both of you, although he still looks very irritated.

You curse Matteo on the inside: Why is he leaving you here alone now?!

Lorenzo doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t even pay attention at Matteo and just continues smiling at you.

“And I wanted to congratulate you on winning the tournament last week!”, he runs his fingers through his hair with an elegant gesture, “You played some incredible tennis – I watched all of your matches.”

From the corner of your eye you see Matteo approaching Jannik, talking to him while laughing before nodding in your direction.

You see how Jannik's facial expressions slip away as he stares at Lorenzo and you. At first he looked very confused and a bit angry but the moment Lorenzo winks at you all you can see in Jannik's face is sadness.

“I can’t wait for Roland Garros to start! It’s gonna be one hell of a tournament.”, suddenly Lorenzo steps in front of you, “And I’m sure you will play fantastic! You always do and-“

Although you can’t see Jannik anymore, your heart still aches because of the hurt expression on his face. Without thinking twice you interrupt Musetti: “Lorenzo, this is very nice of you but please stop it.” You try to give your words a sharp but polite undertone.

Lorenzo freezes and looks at you in shock: “I…okay, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to-” He is all red in the face and smiles insecurely.

“No, it’s not that…I mean, let’s forget it, okay? I-“, over his shoulder, you see Jannik leaving Matteo and walking through the crowd to the bar, you turn away from Lorenzo, calling back over your shoulder: “I have to go, I’m sorry!”

You don’t wait for Lorenzo to answer. You rush over to the bar while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, you don’t want to attract too much attention.

“Hi!”, you almost whisper as you join Jannik at the bar.

His head snaps up, clearly surprised about you approaching him: “Hey Y/N”, he smiles at you – although you can still see the sadness in his eyes.

You close the distance between the two of you and lean against the bar, your shoulders are almost touching. You are hesitating for a moment before you take a deep breath and look at him: “Are you…is everything okay?”

Jannik closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips together: “Yeah, sure, why not?”

He tries to sound completely calm and collected, but you can hear he is hurt.

You hate seeing him like this. You hate how he tries to cover his feelings.

“You know why.”, slowly you reach for his hand and hook your little finger with his.

For a second Jannik just stares at your intertwined fingers before he starts shaking his head: “There is- it’s…we shouldn’t talk. We agreed on pretending not to be…you know.”, he pulls his hand away, although you can see that he hates it.

“Jannik, Musetti was just-”

Jannik quickly interrupts you: “I…it’s ok.”, he avoids looking at you.

“No, it’s not!”, you try to lean closer to him, to tilt your head to finally catch his gaze, “I can see that it’s not.”

Only a few centimetres separate you from each other now. All you want is to hug him and tell him how sorry you are for this whole situation, that you couldn’t careless that Lorenzo Musetti was flirting with you and that he is the only one for you. Jannik seems to

Jannik seems to notice that you want to say something, because he steps aside and gives you a quick look: “Y/N, not here!”

You sigh deeply: “Ok…”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

You leave the event only ten minutes after Jannik left. It took you only 20 minutes to head back to the hotel, take the elevator and finally knock on Jannik’s hotel room door.

Jannik immediately answers the door, still in his suit – he only untied the tie, which now hangs loosely around his neck.

You just looked at each other for a few seconds before you step into the room and hug him tightly. Your boyfriend pushes the door with one hand, which quietly falls into the lock before he wraps his arms around you.

For a few minutes you just stand there, holding each other close without saying a word. You buried your face in Jannik’s chest - even though you know you'll get make-up stains on his shirt – while Jannik’s cheek is pressed against your head.

“I hated this evening!”, Jannik is hugging you even tighter now, “You look so wonderful tonight, but I wasn’t able to spend time with you at the event and I hated it so much!”, he presses a quick kiss on your hair, “Everyone looked at you and admired you and…and Lorenzo…he-“

You lift your head to look him in the eyes: “He was flirting with me, yes, but…but he didn’t-”, you place your hand on his cheek and stroke it with you thumb.

“I know, it’s ridiculous that I act like this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”, he smiles sadly and takes a deep breath, “But he wanted to ask you out on a date…I know him well enough to be sure of that!”

“And I would have said no!”

“I know that but…I hate it that he thought about it.”, suddenly his cheeks turn red, and he clears his throat before he continues quietly, “I mean…I don’t want others to…to th-think about you.”

“But you're the only one I'm thinking about!”, you reply, your voice louder than before, “Even if all the players in the whole ATP ranking would ask me out on a date, I'd only say yes to you!”

Jannik winces at the thought of that but nods a little: “I know, I know…” But he still seems to be insecure about the whole situation.

So, you take his head between your hands and say: “Jannik, look at me!”, you wait until you look each other straight in the eyes, “I mean it! There is no reason for you to be jealous of anyone!”

“I know, I know…”

“I love you, Jannik.”

Slowly a smile comes over his face and he bend down to kiss you lovingly: “I love you too, Y/N.”

After some time you break the kiss and hug each other instead. There is one thing that - in your eyes – still needs to be said: “And it’s definitely not ridiculous that you feel this way!”, Jannik grins sheepishly at your words, “I know, I would become jealous as well if someone would be flirting with you…”

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v5b5 · 3 months

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yes post the fic!

It's now out there, thanks for the support.

Keep leaving requests, one maybe will shake my world and just motivate me to keep writing.

#tennisblr #tennis #jannik sinner #jannik sinner imagine #jannik the man that you are

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sonego · 4 months

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it's kinda funny to me that of all the pics from the match he chose to post one where it looks like his body is holding itself up in a way no normal person's would

#HIS LEGS #MA PERCHÉ È SEMPRE IN STE POSIZIONI CHE IO MI CHIEDO MA COME STAI IN PIEDI???#jannik sinner #tennis #jannik #nico.png #babygirl can stand in ways you wouldn't even imagine

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jannlitos · 8 hours

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I see the vision and I like it Picasso 🤭

#please someone write a fanfic about this situation cause i’m so bad at writting really #sincaraz #janlitos #carlos alcaraz #jannik sinner #my imagination #tennis

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tennispilled · 2 months

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do we think anyone ever called either jannik or andrey a ranga.. i don't know how known that is as a term for gingers outside of australia lol.. it comes from orang-utan..

#its kind of mean sounding but its mostly contextual tone wise #tennis #jannik sinner #andrey rublev #im trying to imagine how they would take it but i imagine having to explain what it meant would lessen the effect #and of course andrey would deny the claim anyway #is this niche i never know how regional my posts are going to be #i think this is niche and also the answer must be no esp since neither of their first languages is english lol #me peppering in the fact i am australian once every two months

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schumiatspa · 4 months

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And when I drop a Sincaraz AU fic with single dad Jannik who falls in love with his kid's hot spanish tennis instructor then what

#you are not ready for this and neither am i because i'm not able to write anything #but imagine #fastweb i'll never thank you enough for that ad my mind is RACING #jannik sinner #carlos alcaraz #sincaraz #tennis

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rodlaveraryna · 4 months

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gary lightbody sounds like he should look like jannik sinner in the last time taylor's version

#i don't really listen to his music #but in the last time i imagined him to look like a brunet version of jannik???#am i crazy #jannik sinner #tennis adjacent #taylor swift #i guess #gary lightbody

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game-set-canet · 2 years

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Another Jannik request. You are also tennis player, but you are not in top 100, co you can afford your own physio on the tournament’s so Jannik is helping you to recover after match. (Massage, passive stretching.. you name it)

No disadvantage

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x reader

warnings: none

author’s note: sorry that it took me so long to write and publish it! I had quite a big writer's block 😩 but I hope you like it! I tried my best! (also: pls note that English isn’t my first language! (and maybe my ambition outweighed my talent 😂)

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The Australian Open has always been your favourite tournament of the year. Even as a little kid, you used to watch it on TV and dreamt to be part of this amazing tournament. And now, 12 years later you are finally here! It’s your first time here in Australian and you even managed to qualify for the main round!

The only downer is the fact that Camille wasn't here - Camille is a good friend of yours who usually helps you as a physio at the tournaments in Europe. But here in Australia she couldn't travel with you and by now you can feel every muscle in your body. Your father tried to help you as good as he could, but even though he was your coach and tried very hard, he couldn't help you with the sore muscles. The loosening exercises that Camille had shown you didn’t help anymore. Your father had already asked various physios of other players, and some had agreed to look after you, but of course their own players had priority.

You had just finished your match. A close three set match but you did it. You won. You can’t remember the actual ranking, but you might get Top 105 after this win. You are very happy about your win, but you have a strong pulling in your shoulder. During the last set of one of your services, a sharp pain went through your shoulder and neck and although the sharp pain had subsided, there is still a dull ache in your neck muscles. You sigh and stretch out on the mat on the floor of the cool-down room. With each breath you feel the tension in your shoulders and neck, and you let out a loud cry of pain.

"Are you alright?" you suddenly hear a voice next to you. Without looking up, you murmur a quiet "No" - assuming it’s just a member of the WTA staff.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just tension in my shoulder."

The stranger settles down on the floor right next to you: "Where's your physio?"

Your head is still resting on the mat, eyes closed: "In London, probably."

"In London?"

"Yes, normally a friend of mine is my physio, but she couldn't come with me to Australia because of the quarantine regulations because she's not officially my physio and-" you lift your head to look at the WTA employee and freeze: sitting in front of you is none other than Jannik Sinner.

Quickly you pull yourself up from the mat and immediately wince because of the pain: “Oh my god…”

Jannik raises his hands in apology: “That looks bad! How did you even manage to survive without a physio until now?”, his smile is little insecure.

You take a quiet breath and brush a single strand of hair behind your left ear: “Luck? Pure power of will? I don’t know…”, the dull ache in your shoulder calms down a bit. Your gaze is fixed on the ugly floor in the cool-down room, but out of the corner of your eyes you are watching him: he wears a trainings outfit, the white cap lying next to his crossed legs. His orange hair lies in perfect curls, only one strand rests on his forehead.

He plays with the sweatband on his wrist and doesn’t seem to know to do or to say next.

A few seconds pass without a word.

“Can I help you?”

You look at him with wide, surprised eyes. Maybe you're just imagining it, but his cheeks look a little redder than they did a few minutes ago.

“I think, the only thing would be for you to lend me your physio”, you try to joke, your cheeks heating up as well.

“Of course! My Physio will be here in about half an hour! I’m sure he has enough time to give you a proper massage or something!”

Before you can think about it, you it slips out of your mouth: “Oh my god, that would be-“, you interrupt yourself, suddenly remembering your manners, “I mean, no that’s not necessary, I was only joking! I can’t ask for that!”

“No, that’s fine! Honestly! I insist!”, a bright smile appears on his face.

He has a really beautiful smile. And eyes. Eyes which seem to glint.

“Well…thank you…although I feel really bad because I make use of your physio”

“All good! I’m happy to help!”

Silence reigns again. No one of you knows what to say.

But it was Jannik again you broke it. “Congrats to your win by the way! You game was fantastic…I think you’ve hit the most aces of today’s WTA matches.”

“Thank you”, you return his soft smile, “You watched my match?”

Jannik turns his head sharply and breaks the eye contact as his fingers play nervously with his cap, but he nods in response.

You try to ignore the warm feeling in your stomach (and on your cheeks) and take a deep, long breath. But immediately a sharp pain jerks through your body and you exhale shakily because of the pain.

“That’s gonna be a long half an hour until my physio arrives”

You don’t say anything. It feels like all muscles in your upper body are on fire.

Jannik seems to understand your pain because he looks at you pitying: “Yeah…I’m…well, I’m not sure if i…but…”, he’s gnawing on his bottom lip, “I could try to ease it a bit, if you want?”

“You?”

“Yes! I mean, I had a similar problem last week and I think I know what to do…”, he gives you an encouraging smile, “So?”

You don’t think that’s a good idea, partly because he isn’t a proper physio, partly because you feel like you’ve got a swarm of butterflies in your stomach - nevertheless you give him a quick nod and lie back down on the mat.

His fingertips feel hot on your skin. At first he doesn't apply pressure, but only gently strokes you skin - trying to find out where most of the tension is. You can’t help but feel your heart speed up: this is a bad idea.

“Tell me, when it’s too much, ok Y/N?”, his voice is just a whisper.

Slowly he begins to apply more and more pressure, moving from your shoulder to your neck. The pressure hurts but feels relaxing at the same time. And the pain helps you to stay focused and not to think about the fact that Jannik Sinner is massaging you.

You’re not going to lie: you’ve always had a little thing for him. Although Rafa was your favourite player, Jannik was your favourite out of the “Next Gen”. Not only because he is a very talented young player with a bright future ahead of him but also because he always seems very friendly, humble and very down to earth. You try to watch all his matches and even try to learn some things from him through studying his game in videos. Your father says you could learn a lot from his footwork. Yes, focus on his footwork in the video you watched last night – and not on his hands working real magic on your tensed muscles.

He reaches a certain point, and you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Good?”

“God, yes!”, and you suddenly realise which sound you made just seconds ago, “Wow, that’s embarrassing! I’m so sorry! I-”

“No, all good! Nothing to be sorry about.”, you hear him laugh quietly but at the same time you feel his fingers tremble a little.

You try to calm your pounding heart and Jannik continues to work his way through your tense muscles.

The silence is interrupted by the soft beeping of a smartphone. Jannik’s hand disappear from your back: “My physio is here. I text him where to find us. He will give you a proper massage.”

“I think you did really well!”, you sit up slowly and carefully, “It’s much much better now!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I can breathe without any sharp pain! You’ve helped me a lot already!”, you smile at him “Thank you so, so much Jannik!”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not nothing! I…can I invite you for a drink? A non-alcoholic one, because we both have to play? As a thank you?”

You except him to say no, and prepare to put on a poker face and not let your disappointment show. But instead of a polite refusal, he beams at you: “I’d love that! Let’s say tonight?”

“Yeah, meet me in the lobby at 7pm?” “Can’t wait! But now I have to go to practise! My physio will meet you here in about 5 minutes!”, Jannik stands up and smiles at you, “See you later, Y/N! And again: Congrats on your win!”

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