I started a tennis art threadless shop. I always got frustrated at the lack of cool and fun tennis merch. I’m not good at marketing but im trying on tiktok and instagram.
Not to be that person again and yes, I didn't watched the whole match but D*okovic ripping open his shirt is so embarrassing 🤦🏻♀️ behaving like he is close to death in first set and suddenly playing Superman, I mean 🤷🏻♀️
Summary: Andrey Rublev trying to get reader to go on a date.
Warnings: body conscious conversation, no smut but suggestive
“Andrey you are a twig,” y/n stated as you held his wrists in your hands as the tall lanky boy looked at you in shock.
“Am not, I am very toned” Andrey stated releasing his wrists from your grip to flex his biceps. Which made areas of your body tremble but you knew he wasn’t wrong.
All that played in your mind, was the battering you would receive from the media about not being one of those ‘twig bitch models’ he usually went for.
“Fine you are not. Now leave me alone please,” you said walking away from him trying to exit the players lounge only for him to rush in front and stop you from leaving.
“Y/N, you have been making excuses for why you can’t be with me! Why is that?” You sighed at his words. It was something he would never understand actually you thought.
“Because your not my type.” Y/N simply said, because it was easier this than to have to explain how you really felt.
“If thats so then why do you look at me as if you want to undress me?” He said getting closer and you were taken aback. You hadn’t realised Andrey had noticed your occasional glances but how could he not it’s not like you tired to hide it very well anyway.
Stammers and mutterings of words flowed out of your mouth but nothing to form coherent sentences.
“Its just dinner Y/N” he said looking at you as his hand gently caresses your cheekbones.
“No” you said again making herself clear and then leaving but once again only to be pulled back. Y/N let out a sigh of frustration as you once again you were faced with Andrey’s handsome face.
“I’m not letting you go,” he said this time his strong hands firmly placed on your waist holding you still right in front of him. He didn’t care who saw them at this point as players were just squeezing past the two of them trying to enter and exit the lounge. He wasn’t dropping the subject till you explained yourself.
“I am fat okay and I don’t want to go on a date with you because the media will rip me to shreds for not being thin and beautiful like all the models you go for!” You said eyes welling up a little. Andrey squeezed your sides tighter shaking his head before looking you in your beautiful eyes.
“Thats crazy. You are not fat you are cruvy in all the right places Y/N and I love it,” Andrey said letting his hand roam from your waist to your hips then butt which made blush, “ I don’t care what they think about you and you shouldn’t either and if they want to say stuff about the way you look I’ll put them in their place.” You smiled at his words and he leant in to kiss her but she stopped him by placing a finger on his lips just separating them.
“Okay, I will go to dinner only if you are sure that you want to date a poc, curvy woman,” you said looking him dead in the eyes.
“Oh I am sure. The things I would kill do to you right now,” he said whisperig the last part lustfully into your ear sending a warm an fuzzy feeling below your stomach.
You removed your finger slowly making sure to look him in the eye then gently placed your lips on his.