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Jannik Sinner

a lovable loop - @lifeofpriya

the first person he looks for - @lifeofpriya

jan finding ways to be touching you - @https-lovvers

playlist confessions - @sinnerinwonderland

wandering hands - @mischiefandmultiverse

where home begins - @sinnerinwonderland

where's the trophy ? - @noralia20

golden hours, strawberry days - @sinnerinwonderland

after glory - @ithinkimokeei

day in the life: cincy edition - @ithinkimokeei

biggest fan - @gamesetattach

the little things - @gamesetattach

a birthday gift tied to a love confession - @minsparrow

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A BIRTHDAY GIFT TIED TO A LOVE CONFESSION › jannik sinner.

› tennis player!reader, fem!reader, established relationship. › i was so worried i wouldn't get something out for jannik's bday because i've had such a hard time writing lately but it's here!!!! on time!!! yay 😊 also i have 100 followers now??? i'm gonna try to put something together for a celebration cause this is crazy to me!! thank you to everyone who has followed me, or even just read & liked what i've written, it means a lot 🤍 › 411 words. — ‶there are many ways to confess your feelings to the man you love, yours just happened to be a bit unconventional.″

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"oddio, what is this?" jannik laughs, shocked at what he's looking at – the red and pink fluffy 'love' labubu you got while filming content for the wta's instagram. despite his confusion at the creature, a small smile still grows on his face anyway. "it's your birthday gift," you respond, giddy at the ridiculously gentle way he treats the thing, even if he clearly finds it a little disturbing.

he raises his eyebrows at your statement. "well– it's part of it. i have another, much more serious gift for you. for later," you clear up, watching him nod along. "is it...this is a keychain, yes?" his eyes land on the clasp coming out of the things head before looking at you for an answer.

"yeah, you could put it on your bag, whatever you want." jannik hums, his thumb smoothing over the fur like the thing is his child. "it’s supposed to represent love.” his thumb stops moving once the words hit, and a harsh flush grows on his face.

he giggles; quiet, short. “that’s…perfect.” he smiles at you, eyes shining with adoration at your insinuation. a few months had passed since you and jannik had started dating, and while this was never your original plan of professing your love to him, it felt like a missed opportunity if you didn’t. it was silly, but jannik found it endearing nonetheless. “we should name it. matteo, maybe?”

you snort at his lack of creativity. “if i shoot that down, are you gonna suggest carlos next?” jannik laughs loudly, head tipping back; the version of jannik few people get – the one you cherish. “no, no. i will find something better. give me an hour or two.” darren calls for jannik in that moment, and he hesitates, body frozen in place.

you wake him up with a kiss on his cheek, then a soft pat there as he looks over at you with wide, loving eyes. “go.” he makes a noise in the back of his throat, wanting to stay but a hard stare from darren makes him move. “ti amo, tesoro,” a soft, quick kiss on your lips, “i will see you later? after the match? dinner?”

“go,” you repeat, your harsh tone fading as you laugh, pushing him gently toward where his team has been waiting for him. “ciao!” he walks away, still facing you as he blows you a kiss – the clasp of the keychain hooked on one of his fingers.

i honestly don't even like labubus but i keep seeing the wta giving players boxes to open which is ultimately what inspired this (i never thought i would be including a labubu in what i write but here we are...) 🙃

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hi everyone! i just wanted to give an update since i haven’t posted in a bit (7 days but it feels longer than that 💀):

i start school later this month and i’m hoping it won’t get in the way of my writing but you never know 😅

anyway, i have some wips that i’ve been working on so hopefully i can post something soon!

sorry for the wait 😬

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WHAT LIES UNDER THE RUMORS › jannik sinner.

› fem!reader, tennis player!reader, implied fwb, set during the us open, it's mentioned that the reader drinks alcohol › so i originally started to write this with one of the 2 fwb!jannik requests that i have on my mind but i feel like it doesn't fit either of them so it's just it's own thing now! also i tried to make everything that happened during the uso ambiguous bc i don't want to jinx anything 😅 and i was originally gonna have this centered around the mixed doubles taking place during the uso but i couldn't make it work so it's only mentioned; jack draper is also mentioned a bit bc of that. › 854 words. › other fwb!jannik works: careful. adjustment period. — ‶post us open, you get an unexpected phone call in the middle of the night.″

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the US open ends, leaving you with a hopeless feeling; like you missed your train even after running to try and catch it. it also leaves you with a glorified serving tray that you've set on top of your suitcase. in the limited amount of hours you’ve had it, it’s already become covered by a mess of clothes. 

now that there's no more matches for you to attend – your stint in mixed doubles with jack draper ended long ago – there's no reason for you to stay in new york. but, you stay. there's one more day left in the tournament, the men's single's final, and then you'll leave. for sure.

everything has been a haze since your match ended. the three different crying sessions in different places – the locker room, a stall in the bathroom of a bar, and the elevator to your hotel room. all the drinks you accepted, at least a few of them were champagne because your mouth has a leftover bitter taste that won't go away. as well as the conversations you've had, they all blur together into a mess of 'you'll do better next year, i'm sure of it', 'she's a tough player to go against', 'everyone has their off days', and 'it's just bad luck, that's all'.

you get back to your hotel room late at night, phone dead and nose stuffy from your crying. once you've set up your phone to charge, you take a shower and wash away your lingering disappointment in between staring blankly at the shower tiles. somehow, it helps smooth things over – it gives you a moment by yourself where you can just think.

close to midnight, you finally get in the right mindset to make a post on instagram. you keep it simple, three photos and the usual spiel about how you'll do better at the next slam and how you'll work to improve your game. the last photo, you and your trophy, eyes a bit glassy and red around the edges, gets put last so you can act like it's not there.

it's unnerving how quickly jannik comments under your post.

janniksin: next year 💪

his comment is just as textbook as your caption, like he pulled it from a list of 'quick, supportive comments to send your friends', but it's the first time he's ever interacted with anything you've posted. he doesn't even follow you, though he does from his private account.

replies flood in under his, praising how 'supportive' he's being, questioning why he's commenting under your post, of all things; and some people make fun of him, like he's trying to shoot his shot. they don't know he already has – at least, sort of.

you like his comment, only fueling everyone's curiosity.

he calls you an hour later. you're still up; left with an indescribable, familiar feeling in your chest that makes you feel sluggish, and the aftertaste of champagne, which now tastes sour instead of bitter. the city has stayed up with you, flooding your room with cold, yellow lighting – though it is softer than it was when you got back to your hotel.

jannik’s voice is quiet through the phone: “i knew you were going to be up.” he chuckles softly at his own comment, his sheets rustle in the background. your face scrunches up at his words; more so at the thought of him knowing you well when he’s not supposed to. his role in your life doesn’t warrant that. “you should be asleep.” you retort, your fatigue evident in your tone, your words still blurring together from the alcohol still left in your system.

“can’t.” one word. it’s simple, you could move on from it easily. but why can’t jannik sleep? is it the nerves for tomorrow, for whatever result the match turns out; or for you, your own loss, your feelings. there’s no chance he’s thinking about you. the thoughts slip away as your eyes flutter, your brain and body begging for rest. you could sleep. 

you don’t.

“worried for tomorrow?” jannik hums in response, along with a heavy sigh; his sheets stop making noise. “i guess. anybody would be.”

“well, i have a bottle of champagne. no matter what happens, we’re drinking it; i need to get rid of it before i leave.” the black glass bottle is visible, even in the night – the city light reflects off it. it’s unopened, a little note tied around the neck. you don’t know who it’s from, it was just there when you got back from your night out. the note feels personal, so maybe jack or your manager. “i have your keycard.”

you don’t breathe for a second; you feel the air caught in your throat, the warm flush growing in your cheeks and the way the rest of your body heats at the simple comment. exchanging keycards isn’t something platonic or romantic – for you and jannik, it’s always been sexual. neither of you stay long enough for it to turn into anything else. even this phone call is well outside of your usual interactions. “yeah– you should use it.”

“i will. don’t worry.”

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Our World No. 1 is so tall and lanky he must be packing something bigger than the trophies 🏆 I bet his Wimbledon title he knows how to use it 🤭

ADJUSTMENT PERIOD › jannik sinner.

› 18+ minors dni. smut, fem!reader, implied fwb, size kink, jannik calls r "carissima" (dearest), other italian words, biting (very brief) › i honestly think this fic could be seen as another part to careful since i made the relationship very similar, but it's not like you need to read that to know what's going on here 😭 and thank you to the anon who sent in the request! i had a lot of fun writing this 😊 also feel free to correct the italian, i used google translate and then altered it with stuff from r/italianlearning... (i started writing this on the 17th and it's the 29th now...💀) › 1,625 words. — ‶it takes some time to get used to having jannik back after weeks apart.″

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the club feels like it must be at full occupancy. it's hotter inside than outside, a strange thing since monaco reaches high temperatures in july. along with the heat, songs in languages you don't know keep playing, making it easier to zone out; your fingers absentmindedly tapping along to the tempo on the bar top.

a hand brushes against your side before settling on your back, waking you from your trance. you have words on the tip of your tongue, ready to tell the guy to back off, but then you hear familiar laughter, and jannik mumbles into your ear: "it's only me." he slides in between you and an empty barstool with a teasing smile and flushed cheeks.

"you scared me."

"mm, mi spiace, carissima. truly." (i'm sorry). jannik leans down, one elbow resting on the bar top so he's at your eye level. he laughs again when you narrow your eyes at him. "you did that on purpose, jan."

"i missed you." you know that to be true – if it wasn't the hundreds of texts he sent while in london that hinted that, then the way his smile turned fond as he spoke would be it. "oh, don't worry, i can tell."

"but you did not respond to my texts."

"and you didn't use the spare key i gave you." he doesn't get to say anything because the bartender finally comes by and places your drink in front of you. his eyes glance between you and jannik like he knows he's seen your faces before but not where or when – then jannik is giving him a bored look that scares him enough to get him to walk to the other side of the bar.

"we can go now then, since you have been waiting for me."

you wish you had a stronger backbone, but when it comes to jannik your standards seem to melt like snow under the sun.

your front door slams shut and the harsh sound echoes throughout the entry way. one of jannik's hands fumbles with the locks — once there’s the recognizable sound of the lock in place, he’s on you. he has you pressed against the closest wall in a second, and you have to brace your arms against it to avoid feeling how uncomfortable the position is. his hands rests on your hips, his breathing is heavy and loud under your ear as his lips and teeth drag down your neck.

"have you touched yourself since i left?" your brows furrow at the comment, and you turn your head to look at jannik; your left cheek pressed against the wall. "what? no, why–?" you cut yourself off with a whine as two of jannik's fingers push your panties to the side, parting your folds to feel the wetness that has grown.

"i have to get you ready, carissima," he whispers in your ear; his chin resting on your shoulder, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. "you're insane." you hadn't seen each other in around a month and he had been the desperate one; now he wants to drag things out even longer?

"what about last time?" he's referring to the day you saw each other between roland garros and terra wortmann and skipped 'prep'. you had gasped into the stretch, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure, your nails digging into his back as you attempted to gain composure.

"c'mon, please." jannik laughs, his thumb joining the mix to circle your clit as his two other fingers slowly slide into your entrance; like he's trying to put emphasis on the gap between now and 'last time'. "you are being so nice to me. i could just keep you like this." you let out a choked noise when janik's two fingers fill you up; knuckle to fingertip. his fingers have always been bigger than yours, and the more you let him touch you, the more you feel the difference when you use your own.

"stop teasing. i can take it, jan. please."

"yeah? you can?" you go to speak – maybe to curse him out or continue your begging – but you cut yourself off as he adds a third finger. your head tilts back on its own accord and your lips part in a silent cry. it's too much all at once, but he stills his fingers and gives you time before he starts moving them again. "oh, fuck." your hand hits the wall as his fingers crook upward, pressing against where you're most sensitive; pleasure overtakes your discomfort, until it’s just a small whisper.

"jan– 'need more. c'mon." jannik doesn't say anything, but you can feel him pull away from you just slightly, taking his fingers along with him. then there's a harsh clattering noise as he belt hits the ground and the distinctive crinkle of a condom wrapper. "say that you missed me." he leans in close when he says that, his air breath against your skin. his words are beginning to blur together in your mind, your need for him overtaking any rational part of your brain.

"you're kidding– jannik."

"say it." you turn your head so you can see him fully. his hair is sticking in all different directions and his eyes have a wild, feverish look to them. you probably look similar. "fuck, ok. i missed you. happy?"

"no.” jannik begins to place gentle kisses down the back of your neck to your shoulder. “what did you miss about me, carissima?" he finally pulls your shirt off, his nails gently dragging against your arms as he does so. earlier, in the elevator and the hallway he had undone the buttons, but left it on so he could get to you faster. your arms pull back as he takes it off before carelessly throwing it somewhere in the entryway.

"i missed...i missed your hands, your voice, the way you touch me– the way i touch you?" jannik cuts you off, and you're not looking at him anymore but you can imagine how big his smile is now that he's got something to tease you with.

one of his hands rests on your hip while the other parts your thighs, then he finally pulls your panties off. you shiver, fully exposed to the cold air of his apartment. but soon your body is covered by his, one of his hands resting against the wall as he lines himself up – the tip of his cock pushing gently at your entrance.

"respira." (breathe). you barely have time to breathe before you can feel him slowly enter you. a whine escapes you as he does so, your hand grabs his for something to ground you. he's always been hard to take but the time between now and when you last saw jannik makes the stretch seem larger. it's always a mix of pain and pleasure, a strange feeling in your stomach that makes you light headed and hot to the touch. "cazzo," jannik hisses, tucking his head in your shoulder, already breathing heavily. (fuck).

"jannik–." you can feel him nod into your shoulder before he pulls back, then thrusts up into you, pulling a sharp moan out of you. he groans as he sets his pace, interlocking his fingers with yours – something oddly intimate for your relationship. "god, you're always so tight, carissima." he says it like a curse through clenched teeth.

you grab tightly onto jannik's hand as his pace becomes more brutal; especially for your location, no bed supporting you – just the wall and jannik's strength. you can't even feel the pain anymore, just him. just like his fingers, his cock fills you, 'til all you can feel is him inside you and all you can think is how good it feels. unlike other guys you slept with, he's always found what feels good for you, that one spot that has you digging your nails into your palm.

"so good," you whisper; your own voice feeling like it's miles away. jannik grunts in agreement while his other hand – the one that's not holding yours – slips in front of you. it stops low on your stomach, and he lets out a quiet laugh, his hand pushing down, eliciting a low moan from you. "i can feel me here." you squeeze your eyes shut before you can look down, then tighter when jannik's fingers find your clit.

your legs tremble as you fight to not close them and as your pleasure becomes overwhelming, like a string pulled to tight; about to snap. "are you going to come, carissima?" you can only nod, words slipping from your mind as jannik continues to thrust into you, and one of his fingers circles your clit.

"come then. for me." that's what gets it for you, the thought of having jannik all to yourself, not sharing him with whatever girl who's willing to sign an nda; the thought of waking up to jannik on the other side of your bed, taking flights with him, attending his matches. your eyes flutter and you make a weak noise as jannik bites your shoulder, and you can feel him come into the condom, then his body sag against yours and his heavy breathing against your skin.

he places a soft kiss against the bite mark, letting out a sheepish laugh at the sight like he didn't just desecrate your entry way. "you have food in your fridge?"

your eyebrows furrow, and you let out a small huff at his question. seriously? "i mean, yeah?"

"i'll make us something to eat." ...what is going on?

"oh. ok?" jannik smiles, placing another kiss on the bite mark that makes your skin warm and butterflies wake in your stomach. your night seems to be getting weirder and weirder.

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headcanon that jannik cries when he finds out you're pregnant! and cries again at the gender reveal when he finds out it's a girl!

happy tears › jannik sinner.

› fem!reader › sorry i haven't posted in a bit! i meant to yesterday and then my computer shut down on me & i thought it broke but turns out it just decided to update randomly 🙃 i'm also on vacation so i've been busy! ~ thank you anon for the request! i hope you enjoy!! › 339 words.

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when you tell him you're pregnant, he doesn't cry at first. he's visibly frazzled, nodding along to your rambling, trying to stop both of you from freaking out too much. he hugs you as a reassurance that he's with you now and will be with you through the rest of time.

it hits him later when you're both in bed; your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. his hand rests against your stomach where you're not even showing yet, but he knows now that there's a baby in there; half you, half him. it makes him tear up and he doesn't bother stopping them. he presses his forehead down against the back of your shoulder, sniffling a little as he does so.

at the gender reveal you both share a look when you pull the knife from the cake – the slice not yet pulled out but there's pink frosting left on the metal. you both have excited smiles, and for jannik, the tears have already begun to form. when you lift the server, revealing the cake and it's pink frosting to the little crowd that you've gathered in your kitchen, cheers fill the room. jannik's smile grows, and once you put the slice on a plate, he pulls you into a hug, his face tucked in your neck. you can feel a few of his tears drop against your skin, and feel the little overjoyed laugh he lets out. he presses a kiss against your skin and mutters "thank you" before sniffling.

when he pulls away, his eyes are red and his cheeks are shiny from his tears but his smile is so bright. "i'm so happy. i can't wait for- for her."

"only a few more months." you add, kissing his cheek softly and he laughs again like he can't believe this is his life.

of course, there's other times where he almost cries, like when he feels the baby kick for the first time or when the nursery is starting to come together.

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Jannik Sinner

(Too) Sweet Love by @noralia20

Dimmi Che Mi Ami by @noralia20

The First Person He Looks For by @lifeofpriya

Biggest Fans by @gamesetattach

How (not) to Seduce Someone with Pasta by @barcaism

Wimbledon Glory by @ithinkimokeei

Hot and Heavy by @minsparrow

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miss gorl, your blog is not for the faint hearted 😳 i think I've gone blind (in the most delicious way)!

😭😭 thank you!

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headcanon that jan loves the hot and sweaty sex where both of you are slick to the touch but you couldn't care less because you're on top of him, he's underneath you, you're kissing and grabbing each other and finally everything in the world makes sense 😌

hot & heavy › jannik sinner.

› 18+ minors dni. nsfw content related to the ask. fem!reader; tennis player!r for 1/2 of my response. › this is lwk perfect bc i'm currently sweating my ass off in my room bc it has no ac and a window that won't open 😫😫 thank you for the ask anon, i hope you enjoy! › 805 words.

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i feel like there's different situations where this can apply, so:

broken ac mid-summer. the ac in jannik's apartment is broken and no amount of money or phone calls will get his landlord to fix it faster. italy in the summer can make you feel like you're being boiled alive and there's only a certain amount of time before fanning yourself with a stack of papers wears you out. it wasn't even doing much; you're still sweating, breathing a little heavy because your body just can't seem to catch a break. then jannik is pulling off his shirt, wiping the fabric over his face to rid it of sweat like he would with a towel during a match. suddenly, the heat isn't the only thing on your mind.

the sunset has filled his living room with a warm glow which helps highlight all of his features when the light catches on his sweat. he looks like he's glowing. it makes you take your own shirt off, leaving you in a bra and a pair of shorts. you toss your shirt near jannik's, catching his attention. his eyes follow your body as you sit back against the couch, and his gaze turns predatory the further his eyes travel. he swallows thickly before he makes his way over to you, pulling you into a kiss that makes you forget about the heat around you both.

you end up on your back on the couch cushions, jannik between your legs, his tongue feverishly lapping at whatever he can get, and his hands getting clammy as they hold your thighs – stopping you from closing them around his head. you'd probably suffocate him with how hot it's gotten.

when he finally gets inside you, you're both panting like you ran a marathon. jannik's hair sticks to his sweat-slick skin; his cheeks are flushed red. you're both too tired to do anything but focus on your pleasure – his mouth hovers over yours like he's going to kiss you, but all you're doing is breathing in each other's air. you can't hold onto him like you want, so you dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding on for dear life while he fucks you.

it's only when jannik finally comes, collapsing on top of you and breathing heavily against your neck, that the ac turns on with a loud, sudden noise. your day ends with another round but this time in his bathroom, cold water from his shower covering you both instead of your sweat.

(also yes, i know ac's aren't that common in europe, but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️)

post loss. my thought is you both do a doubles match together and you lose. not terribly, but enough that you're both a little ticked off. no amount of water can help subdue how hot you are – because it's not just from the exertion.

jannik visits you in the locker room under the guise of discussing the match, and you do talk about it for a bit but it quickly turns into yelling. the match didn't end that long ago, you're both still a bit sweaty and tired. when he backs you against a locker, your stance wavers, your legs already strained from the match. his hand, hot with a heavy presence, grabs your leg from under the bend of your knee before sliding farther up. you hook your calf around his middle, pushing him closer to you.

there's a second where you have a staring match, breathing heavily and looking at each other; daring. then he kisses you, his hand gripping your thigh tightly like an anchor. there's little time between then and when jannik pushes your panties to the side and finally gets inside you. your position on the wall is frustrating. it's an awkward angle but both of you are too tired to change anything. despite that, your head tips back against the wall, jannik's hand pressed over your open mouth to hide whatever noise you make. you can tell it's not enough when he applies more pressure, so you bite his fingers; your saliva joining the sweat on his skin.

jannik curses at the feeling, hips stuttering before he picks up his pace. "press conference is soon." he pants, lips just an inch from your ear, fanning your skin with hot air. your phone buzzes on the nearby bench like a haunting reminder that you're breaking some type of rule right now. "hurry up then." he grits his teeth, huffing in his anger before his thrusts turn borderline aggressive – your teeth bare down on his fingers again as you try to stop your body from jolting at his movements; fingers digging into his polo.

when you leave the locker room and enter the press conference, you can barely pass off your lie on why you're still a little breathless and sweaty.

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this is such a stupid and basic question but what color are Jannik's eyes? every photo i see, they look different. i first thought green, then an article described him as the 'sandy-haired, blue-eyed champion', and then someone on tiktok thought he was brown-eyed? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MY COLOR DIFFERENTIATION

to me they seem to be green/hazel maybe? hazel eyes are definitely easier to misjudge because they can look so different in certain lighting

they don't really seem brown or blue to me 🤷‍♀️

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heyy, love ur work. Just wondering if you could maybe post some smut, the last one was great. Thank you so much (sorry if this bothers you)

hi!! i do have more smut works in my drafts so don't worry 😄

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jannik gives off such girl!dad vibes I SAID WHAT I SAID

ohhhh i agree anon 😆😆 i wrote this little thing for you and i hope you enjoy! 😊🤍

fresh snow & new beginnings

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FRESH SNOW & NEW BEGINNINGS › jannik sinner.

› fem!reader, my rusty skiing knowledge, jannik calls his daughter "reginetta" (little queen) – the kid is nameless › wrote this on the plane bc once i got this thought in my head i just couldn't get it out 😅! thank you anon for your request/ask, and i hope you all enjoy! › 543 words. — ‶jannik teaches your daughter how to ski for the first time.″

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you and jannik had purchased a cabin in northern italy near where he grew up so that one day he could do this — teach your future kids to ski. now that he deemed her old enough, he had her suited up in hot pink snow gear with little boots and skis as soon as possible.

she had originally been giddy, skipping through the snow as she followed jannik to the benches outside of the ski house. but then she got her skis on and slipped the second she had tried to move — jannik had caught her, but it didn’t help that now she’s terrified to move in her skis. 

though she is her father’s daughter (stubborn; determined to be the best), so she still ended up at the top of the bunny hill, trying to hide her fear. but she gives herself away with the way her knees shake, and the tight grip she has on jannik’s gloved hands.

“are you ready, reginetta?” she tenses at his words, gripping his hands tighter. “um…”

“we can wait,” jannik adds, noticing her apprehension. “no! i can do it!” she whines. jannik laughs, shaking his head at her antics.

“so we can go now?” your daughter looks away from him and down the hill again. you wave and she smiles, just a little. “i’ll be right here, okay?”

“okay. we go now.” she finally relaxes her knees and then she begins to move slowly down the mountain. “see! there you go.”

“remember, ‘in’?” she nods, awkwardly shifting her skis inward, slowing down her already slow pace. “then straight.” again she follows jannik’s words, putting her skis straight, allowing her to pick up more speed.

“look at you! see, it’s fun, no?” your daughter nods and then with a wicked smile, lets go of jannik’s hand, which had been her anchor the entire time. now she is shooting down the bunny hill at a speed faster than what you expected from her today. 

instead of coming to a stop, she flies straight at you — you bend down and open your arms, knowing the other alternative would be her hitting your legs and getting a nosebleed and a bruised ego. she giggles into your neck, probably from an adrenaline rush.

“was that fun, darling?” she nods rapidly, her excitement from earlier fully returned. “she will be a ski racer in no time,” jannik comments as he comes to a stop beside you. 

“papa, i wanna go again! please!”

“and then again, and again?” your daughter hums, finally leaving your embrace to grab jannik’s hand once more.

“mama, you come too?” she holds out her other hand toward you. “of course, love.” with her hand in yours, she begins to eagerly pull you both toward the magic carpet. 

later that day, she’s in your arms again but passed out, her face smushed against your shoulder. jannik sits down next to you on the couch, watching your sleeping daughter with a fond look. he fixes some of her hair that got tangled underneath her helmet. “she wants to go tomorrow, and then the day after, and the next,” jannik says with a smug smile. you raise your eyebrows, “i wonder where she got that from.”

“i know. it’s a mystery.”

i'm always open for a chat! 😊

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my new phone wallpaper 😆😆

i just laugh every time i see this picture, idk why 😭

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fell in love with ur acc!!!!

aw omg thank you 🤍🤍

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what are some of your smutty headcanons about Jan? do you think he's a lover of dirty talk? does he like giving more than receiving? does he turn into a mess when he does receive? does he like turning you on when it's risky, e.g. out at dinner one night?

smutty headcanons › jannik sinner.

› 18+ mdni. nsfw content related to the ask. sorta switch!jannik & r, fem!reader. › thank you anon for this ask! i had a lot of fun answering your questions 😚 lwk think i went a lil crazy with this, i thought it would be shorter › 907 words.

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my thoughts

1. quickies. while i don't think it's what he'd prefer over something longer and more intimate, with his schedule he doesn't always have the time for anything else.

instead of careful prep it could be sneaking into the plane's bathroom while everyone else is asleep; breathing the same air in the cramped space, your chest pressed against the door, hoping the sound of the airflow would muffle any noises either of you make. – or in the parking garage of his monaco apartment after picking him up from the airport, taking advantage of the privacy law when you can't wait any longer; pulling him into the backseat of his car and riding him until you can't think straight, your hands touching any part of him now that he's real and no longer a figure on your phone or tv screen.

2. shower sex. he says it's "multitasking".

he comes back from training, maybe frustrated or hopeful, and he'll pull you into the shower with him. there's no time to worry about the water bill, he lets the water run and the bathroom mirrors turn foggy – just to spend some time with you.

on the days where he's frustrated you can find your knees resting uncomfortably against porcelain tiles with him towering above you; or your chest pressed against the glass wall of the shower, your breath contributing to the growing condensation. but if he's optimistic or confident, you'll be sandwiched between jannik and the tile wall, head tipped back as you lose all your self control.

3. phone sex, nudes, voice messages etc. it comes with the job, especially because of how crazy his schedule can be.

when you first start dating you don't consider phone sex or anything of the kind until he's on an entirely different continent and you're a bit desperate. in the beginning it's awkward, but you develop a formula – your phones on facetime with each other, set up on your nightstands to capture as much as your bodies as possible.

jannik gets scared about being loud, with him often being in hotels, so the voice messages start. he'll lock himself in whatever bathroom is nearby and talk (though sometimes, if he's needy, you'll get a voice message that's just his heavy breathing, with the occasional curse or whine). often, he talks about what he misses about you – the noises you make when he touches you, your hips, chest, etc.

his words spur you on to sending nudes, carefully cropped to hide anything identifiable but angled to show off whatever he's missing the most. along with the occasional voice message as well.

do you think he's a lover of dirty talk?

yes! i think he's nervous about it the first few times you sleep together, but once he learns what you like and what you don't, he feels more comfortable. along with time, when he sees you getting desperate he can't stop running his mouth – he likes teasing you, saying things that leave you craving more than what he's already giving you.

he also likes to rile you up; little whispers in your ear before walking away, or teasing texts and messages when he's halfway across the world.

lots of "you like that?" when it's so obvious you do; you could be speechless, over-whelmed with pleasure, and he'd whisper that in your ear with a knowing smile. and all you can do is nod.

does he like giving more than receiving?

i think he's more neutral about this; it's even between you two. but if there's not a lot of time, he'll prioritize you over himself. unless he's desperate 🙃

does he turn into a mess when he does receive?

100%. he seems like he'd be loud. when you've got a hand around him, he'll be flushed bright red, his hands will grab whatever's closest; your hair, sheets, etc.

he's gasp-y and whiny, not afraid to beg if it fits the moment – & one right move of your hand or tongue and his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

this is also the main reason why if you do anything in public, his attention has to be on you or you guys will get caught. he can be loud & he struggles to stay quiet unless you do it yourself – a kiss, or even your fingers in or over his mouth.

does he like turning you on when it's risky, e.g. out at dinner one night?

yes, i couldn't see it being super common but he's done it before.

if it's something he'd rather continue at home it'll go something like his hand a little too high up on your thigh with a firm grip, dirty talk whispered in your ear in passing, or hidden wandering hands.

with him being a public figure he obviously has to be careful about what he's doing, but when he wavers from the safe to kinda-not safe territory there's a rush of adrenaline that he sometimes can't ignore; like some of the stuff i mentioned above. though, there's no ignoring the risk of what you're doing.

and if you tease him back, you'll end up leaving wherever you are early. he'll be tense on the way back to where you're staying – his flat or hotel room. then on the way up in the elevator he'll chastise you, complaining about the risk like he hasn't done the same before and all you do is smile.

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CAREFUL › jannik sinner.

› 18+, minors dni. smut, fem!reader, r wears a dress, fingering, semi-public setting (empty public restroom), fwb, jannik calls r "carissima" (dearest). › while i was writing this i imagined it to be tennis player!reader who has a sorta frenemy relationship + fwb with jannik. however none of this is explicitly stated beyond their fwb situation. › 882 words. — ‶it's always good to be careful, especially when your rendezvous with jannik end in a bathroom stall.″

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"jesus, careful." you whisper the words out as your back hits the door to the handicap stall, making it rattle in a way that echoes throughout the empty bathroom. jannik laughs but doesn't acknowledge your words.

one of his hands still has a tight grip on your waist and the other is trailing up your thigh, bunching your skirt up around your hips. he leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your neck. he places a gentle kiss below your ear before speaking. "this dress is beautiful. my favorite in your closet, i think." 

"you say that about every single one." you don't add the obvious – that he says that every single time he gets you alone after a fancy dinner or a night out, always pressed between him and the nearest surface. "no, no. it's this one." you could laugh, but then his hand leaves your waist to dance across the inside of your thigh. the faint touch, the feeling of him being so close yet so far, leaves you dizzy. like always.

"jan–."

"patience." you roll your eyes. patience, something even jannik doesn't have. he couldn't wait to get you back to his hotel, and instead backed you into a bathroom stall. 

you're about to speak, comment on his hypocrisy, when his fingers drag along your panties, turning your words into a breathy moan. jannik chuckles, two fingers pressing against the wet stain on the cotton. "you love to complain, but this says otherwise, no?"

"will you stop feeding your ego and get to what we're in here for?" he raises an eyebrow, but he still hooks those same two fingers in the waistband to pull them down just enough to give him access. but he hesitates.

"please?" jannik's eyes flicker from your panties to your pleading eyes, a teasing grin growing on his face. "you're being nice. that's unusual."

"maybe i just want you to get this over with." he hums, pushing the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your thigh while his other hand slides along your folds. you whimper, sensitive from his teasing and the time between now and your last rendezvous. a few weeks at least.

your head tips back against the door, eyes fluttering shut as his thumb presses gently against your clit. a few of your fingers hook onto the collar of his suit jacket as you begin to lose your breath, while his own gather your wetness. "you love spending time with me, carissima."

once again, he steals your words, this time as he slowly pushes in a single finger. one of his ridiculously long, thick, fingers. "oh, fuck." he crooks his finger, pushing against your sweet spot, the one he always manages to reach like no one else. something he'd gloat about if you told him, especially if you added that no other hookup has been able to make you come. but you'll be taking that to the grave.

you can feel his eyes scan your face for every little sign of pleasure – the quick rise and fall of your chest as you pant, the way your hand twitches around his jacket collar, and the scrunch of your nose as you squeeze your eyes shut. "does that feel good?" he has the audacity to ask that as he adds a second finger, thrusting them in and out so slowly that it's like he's mocking you. your response is a quiet moan, then another a bit louder when he decides to pick up the pace. "you're so loud, carissima."

his free hand presses against your open mouth, making you open your eyes. he smiles at you like the devil, because he knows what he's doing. it only makes you louder, it always does, the way he makes it obvious what you're doing is wrong but doesn't put a stop to it. of course, it doesn't help that he decides that it's the perfect time to curl his fingers again; adding to the overwhelming pleasure building inside of you. "do you think you can take another?" he pulls his hand away from your mouth to let you do anything other than mumble.

"yes, jan, please." you let out a little cry as he adds a third finger, and he covers your mouth once again. his laughter can be heard over your heavy breathing. "please. when did you get so nice?" you squirm as his thumb circles your clit again, teasing because he likes to make you wait. you moan from the feeling, his floaty touches pushing you so you're almost there; on the brink of pleasure. you just need more.

he chuckles. "that's why, no? i touch you and you get all sweet on me." jannik's thumb turns heavy, applying more pressure onto your clit as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside of you. it's too much. you don't get to ask or tell him, but he knows because you let out a throaty whine, your thighs trap in his hand when you squeeze them together, and you clench around his fingers. then you shudder, breathing heavy as you drop your weight against the door. it rattles again.

"careful." you roll your eyes, letting out a quiet scoff as he replicates your tone from earlier. all he does is grin.

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