#coach!patrick

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Ok….. coach Patrick….. 💬😏

mhm…yum

coach!patrick x reader

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Coach Zweig.

Coach Patrick Zweig who's an absolute menace, pushes you forward, always, during every practice. He doesn't care if it's scorching outside, if the sun is threatening to peel your skin off, or if there's a storm, rain soaking your already sweat covered skin.

He makes sure you always leave with your clothes absolutely drenched, that you have to wash your hair after every practice from how many beads of sweat have settled on your hairline.

Coach Zweig never goes easy on your, never takes your physical, not mental state into consideration. He'll always push you one step closer towards where your boundaries lay, making sure you are reaching your breaking point.

If you don't groan and moan while hitting the ball, if you don't jump from left to right like a deer to reach it, you're not playing properly.

He relishes the sight of you covered in sweat from head to toe, clothes sticking to your frame. He wants to see your knees tremble, your shoulders stiff from swinging the racket constantly.

He insults you and wants you to insult him back, he wants to provoke you and see what you're capable off. Because he knows the angrier you are, that the better you play.

He gets off to your distress, to your pain. In some sick sense, it turns him on, fuck, it makes his pants feel tight when you're begging him for a break. But he won't allow you one. Not even thirty seconds to take a sip of your water.

The closer you are to passing out, the better you are playing.

But he's proud of you too, even though it may not look like that. He's fucking proud of what you've accomplished. In his eyes, you are the next tennis star.

And only when you begin sobbing, when your legs give up under you and you drop onto the hard floor, he's there to take you into his arms.

Your head rests on his chest and he rubs your back soothingly, whispering gentle words of praise into your ear, while promising he's gonna push you ever further next time.

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Need coach Zweig to talk dirty to me, to be a fucking bitch and degrade me like a deserve it. I need him to call me a pathetic little slut who can't even keep herself together for a single match. To make me repeat whatever insult he has told me and then promise I'll be a good girl. Really make me regret my weak play, make me regret all I've ever done wrong because I've disappointed him. I need him to mentally torture me and proclaim it's all for my sake, to make me and my mind stronger. I need mean coach Zweig.

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Coach Zweig who rewards you for winning a games by eating your pussy out ❤️

Coach Zweig who doesn’t let you date because you need to focus on your game.

Coach Zweig who bends you over and spanks you when you lose.

Coach Zweig who says he’ll finally fuck you if you get that grand slam.

FUCKKKKKKK😫😫😫😫💦💦💦💦 I was like yeahhh the first one is really fucking good! And then I saw the second sentence! And then the third one! And the fourth one!

The rewards begin when he offers to massage your legs for you (after the whole afternoon of you whining how sore your whole body is). He has you on his bed, laying on your tummy, fingers sliding up your calves and thighs until he can't resist it and slide his fingers under your shorts. At first he just fingers you, but soon, the sessions consist of him diving into your pussy. He never gives you enough, though, not as much as you need, rewarding you just a bit and promising that the better you get, the better the rewards will be.

He saw a boy driving you to the practice once, instantly filled with jealousy and couldn't help but be rude as fuck to you the whole time. He's always rough during practice, says it helps build the character of a player, but that one time, he was such a bitch to you. That particular day, you were pushed to your very limit. And when you attempted to confront him, he told you every time you go on a date could be spent on the court instead. He's worse than your father, really, even insisting to give you a ride every so often to be sure there is no other boy competing for you attention.

The first time Patrick bent you over his lap was after one of the first bigger matches, you out of the city. You were incredibly nervous that day, almost crying, and unfortunately lost the match. When Patrick entered the locker rooms, you hoped he was gonna hug you, perhaps, and lighten up your mood. But instead, he pulled you over his thighs, ass up, and rolled your skirt up. He made you count too, and apologise after each time his palm made a contact with your ass, for playing so poorly. "Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished." Ever since that say, that sentence has stuck in your brain like a mantra.

You had the fuck talk completely sober, serious and without much bickering. Patrick is definitely not stupid, and he's a man with a fair amount of sexual experience. And he can damn well see when someone is attracted to him. So when you're stretching, his frame looming over yours, hand laid on your back to help you bend further and stretch your muscles fully, he casually drops it. It's like a bomb actually, and leaves you with soaked panties for the whole two hours of your practice. You are definitely getting that slam.

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Coach Zweig and after you win a slam...making a sex tape...lets hope it doesn't leak

THAT'S INSANE

I bet there is a picture of his dick somewhere on the internet. And it could definitely be found on one of those sketchy websites with celebrity news. Perhaps there are some conspiracies going on that he has starred in a porn before, there is one tilted "coach fucking a nasty player in the locker rooms" and the tennis fans suspect it's him.

I don't think he'd actually record a sex tape, like you both have a career and - surprisingly - he knows y'all can't afford to lose it just because you're both horny pigs. But he definitely snaps a picture or two of your shining, new acquired trophy on your chest, getting a clear shot of your bare breasts and perky pink nipples that he has teased beforehand, ensuring they look full and pink on the picture. Oh, how he'd love to have that as a wallpaper on his phone. But that's too risky.

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Can't stop thinking about coach Zweig... Need him need him need him!

Need to see the individual drops of sweat run down his neck and disappear under the collar of his stupidly tight polo. Need him go yell at me and degrade me for playing so shitty and not putting all my effort in and then praise me and tell me I'm such a good girl when I win a match. Need him to accidentally enter the women's locker rooms while I'm getting dressed and catching a glimpse of me just in my panties. Need to steal his towel and smell it, smell the natural musk of his beautiful body and then rub it against my bare cunt and grind on it, imagining it's his dick, or at least his thigh. Need to touch his sweaty balls and stroke his hard dick that has been aching during the whole practice from the sight of my body in that little tennis set he bought me himself.

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Coach Zweig pushing you forward even when you can't go anymore. When your body is at the complete end of its strength, unable to go further, unable to last. Clothes sticking to your aching body, eyes hard to keep open. The fatigue is taking over you, movement slow, and grip weak.

"You're not done until I say you're done."

He makes sure you nod, that you verbally acknowledge his words before proceeding. And then he drills into you, barking orders and commands, not caring at all that you're about to faint.

He's a sadist, he relishes in your pain and it turns him on so much. It makes him feel hot all over to see you struggle, to see how heavy your eyes are and hear how tired your voice is. At that exact point, you look the most beautiful you ever have.

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Coach Zweig who wants you so bad but knows by not giving in yet he motivates you. So he jacks off every night to pictures of you in your tiny little tennis shorts

Coach Zweig who has a repeated fantasy of fucking you on the tennis court itself.

Coach Zweig who would let you fuck him with your tennis racquet ❤️

(okay i think i’m done now)

(okay maybe not yet…we’ll see…)

Don't you dare stop sending these! I need to write something to every possible coach Zweig scenario until I go insane 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

He's stalking all the social media, but not only your accounts. That bastard has opened all the tabs of official tennis associations, screenshotting all the pictures from your matches and zooming in to see the hint of your panties. Most girls wear little spandex shorts under their skirt, insisting on keeping their dignity, but you are different. You're comfortable showing off and that might actually be your strongest weapon. Even Patrick has lost himself while playing just because he caught a peek of your upper thigh. Every time be touches you while adjusting your positioning, he gets surprised how soft your skin is, how the drops of sweat shine like little stars all over your body. He imagines your thighs around his, you on his lap, and your beautiful little cunt - he has it envisioned in his mind, tight and slick and ready to take him whole - he imagines pushing his cock inside you, fisting himself and moaning your name as he cums into the sheets.

God damn, he want to bend you over that net. Even though he knows it couldn't support either of your body weights, he want to see you bent over that, your beautiful, round ass sticking up in the air as he slides into you from behind. He can almost feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, almost feel the clench of your pussy and almost hear your little moans. He's so sure you'll moan the same way you do when the ball is flying too high and you have to stretch all the way, and jump up to hit it.

Patrick Zweig is a dominant man. He is always on the top, and would never let a woman dominate him, let alone a younger one. But he is also an ass man, we all knows that, and doesn't only love hooking his fingers into another people's asses, but into his own as well. And a thumb is not enough. He needs something bigger. Fuck, it makes his cock rock hard, the mere thought of you kneeling behind him, your gentle hands spreading his ass cheeks and then slowly inserting the handle of your racket into his asshole, completely filling him in.