patrick zweig fangirl that begs him to sign her tits 🤫
18+ mdni
you don’t even have to beg that hard. just a wide-eyed smile, offering him a marker and a little "please, patrick? right here?" in your sweetest voice.
he's still buzzing from the match, sweat slick on his temples, shirt sticking to his back… but of course he doesn't hesitate. he just snatches the pen out of your hand and tugs the neck of your shirt down without a shred of shame. his name is still ringing out across the court, the crowd roaring from the rafters, when he leans in and scrawls his signature across the soft swell of your breast. messy, fast, pressing the tip a little too hard and watching goosebumps rise on your skin with rapt attention. he caps the pen with his teeth, eyes dragging approvingly over his work with a sharp smirk of admiration.
"looks good on you," he mutters around the cap, tongue wetting his bottom lip like he's already imagining the view later.
and later… it’s not ink staining your chest. it's him.
half-naked and dripping sweat, knees digging into the springs of the shitty motel mattress, jerking himself raw above you while you lay back with your tits bared just for him. fist working his cock, lips parted, eyes still locked onto the scribbled p. zweig on your skin. his face twists in pleasure when his orgasm hits and thick, hot streaks of white paint across your chest. spurting over the faded ink, dripping down your cleavage in a much dirtier autograph when his name is smeared into a sticky mess.
he doesn't stop there. instead, he drags his palm across your skin, wiping himself over your tits, smearing everything together until marker and cum blur together.
Desc: Spoiled rich girl whose father hires her a bodyguard because she can't protect herself. She doesn't listen to him, and overall, just has a terrible attitude. She secretly likes him and tries to flirt with him, but he ignores it. Until one night, something happens that changes everything.
WC: 3.7k ish
Mentions of: Overstimulation, soft dom leon, fingering, masturbation, sex scene at the end, he's a little mean but not really, the reader's kind of a brat. (Baby, one mention of good girl).
Having wealthy parents and living a life of luxury may seem nice until you realize all the rules. You weren’t used to being told no, you didn’t even need a bodyguard! You were just 23, ready to see the world, mingle with people, and live life to the fullest.
Until he showed up. Leon Kennedy, an ex-military DSO special government agent, was the one your father hired to protect you. After the last time you’d left the house to go shopping and almost got kidnapped, your father decided he didn’t want you going places alone. This was ridiculous; they’d just caught you off guard, which is what you tried to argue about, but your father had none of it.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting Leon to be. Old, wrinkly, ugly? But he was none of those things, and your mouth almost dropped when you first saw him. He was gorgeous, with short blonde hair, baby blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a muscular build. It was hard not to blush, but you still weren't happy even though he was hot.
Over the next few days, you tried to get to know him. But he was having none of it. Shutting your questions down with a firm look, Leon didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t flirt. He was all business.
And that annoyed you.
Leon had three rules: don't talk to strangers, don't go anywhere without him, and don't make any moves without talking to him first.
You hated it. And as much as you hated to admit it, you hated how he made you feel…safe.
You, however, had proven to him to be a different kind of headache. You were clever, impulsive, and infuriatingly confident. One minute you’d be storming out of your penthouse in six-inch heels with no security detail, and the next you were smirking at him across the breakfast table like you were daring him to chase you again.
And chase you he did—across rooftops, out of clubs, through paparazzi. Which only made him more attractive.
"You know, most guys would be thrilled to spend 24/7 with me," You said one evening, leaning against the kitchen counter in silk pajamas that were more suggestive than practical. "You ever lighten up, Leon?"
"You ever stay inside when I tell you to?" he countered, not looking up from his laptop.
You pouted dramatically. "You’re no fun."
"I'm not here to be fun."
“You’re here to protect me," you said, stepping closer, "from danger." Your voice dropped slightly, smoky, challenging. "What if I’m the danger?"
He met your eyes, cold and unreadable. “Then my job is to neutralize you.”
Your smirk faltered—but just for a second. You liked the game. The tension. The feeling that he saw you, really saw you, and wasn’t fooled by the designer armor or the flirty one-liners. Most guys fell for you the second they saw you, but not him. He never once returned your flirty comments, touches, or even looks. It turned you on.
But underneath all the glitz and fire, there was fear. You hid it well and never backed down from anything, but Leon noticed how your hands trembled when you thought no one was looking. How you triple-locked your door at night, even though he was right outside.
That didn't change your carefree attitude, though. You were a massive pain in the ass tonight.
"You are not going to this party." He repeated it for the millionth time, and it felt like his voice was stern and tired.
“Last I checked, your job wasn’t telling me what I can and can’t do,” you said, jerking your arm away from his grip.
"It's my job to keep you safe, so yes, I can tell you what to do." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, he was tired of your defiant attitude towards him.
“Try and stop me.” You mumbled, taking off in a run, but unfortunately for you, wearing your highest heels might not have been the best idea. You weren't very fast and very uncoordinated.
He was much bigger and stronger than you, so catching up to you was very easy. In just a few steps, Leon grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him, pinning your back to his chest.
"You really think you're faster than me?" Leon said, with an amused smirk, even though he was annoyed. He pulled you close to him, his hands still on your waist, stopping you from running away again.
You grumbled, trying to protest, "It's my best friend's birthday, and the club is just outside the city!"
“Too many blind spots. No secure exits. You stay home.” He replied immediately, dragging you back inside without a second thought.
“I can’t stay cooped up in here forever,” you shot back, your voice sharp. “I’m not some prisoner.”
“You’re not a prisoner, but you’re under my protection,” he said, pulling you back into the house and shutting the door. His eyes locked on yours. “Your father has made it clear: no unnecessary risks.”
“I’m not taking unnecessary risks. I’m just going to a party. With my friends.”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t care who you’re going with. You’re staying in tonight. I’m not going to argue with you about this.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a child, I can take care of myself. You’re being overprotective.”
He gave her a long look, his jaw tightening. “I’m just doing my job.”
“Whatever.” You mumbled, crossing your arms and storming up to your room. You would have tried to sneak through your window, but you already know how that would go. He would hear the window open, grab you, and force you back inside. Then he would give a thirty-minute lecture about why you shouldn't sneak out and the risks involved. You didn't want to listen to it.
In your room, you got ready for bed, changing into your pure silk pajamas and wrapping your hair up. After climbing into bed, did you really start to think, and by think meant thinking about Leon?
You knew it was wrong to be fantasizing about him like this; he was your bodyguard hired by your father to make it worse. But it was impossible to stop. The way his deep voice spoke kept playing through your head, how his hands and arms felt wrapped around your body every time he yanked you back. It made you press your thighs together and squirm.
This was so unfair. The one man you actually like, and he doesn't even want you! Well, that just won't do You were going to make him realize how much of a catch you were.
Over the next few days, you tried everything. “Accidently” falling right into his arms, brushing your body against his, calling him into your room every night for protection. He wasn't stupid, though; he knew what you were doing. Despite some of the urges you worked up in him, he managed to suppress them; you were nothing more than a job.
You made it really hard to stay professional, though. He could hear your little whimpers and moans throughout the night. He knew what you were doing, but turned a blind eye to it.
Then came the night everything changed. A sniper’s bullet shattered the bedroom window.
Leon tackled you before the glass even hit the floor, shielding your body with his. "You're okay. I've got you." He murmured into your ear, holding you close as if he was scared to let you go.
It didn’t feel real. This was the closest you’ve ever been to him. Tucked under him, crushed right against his chest. You trembled slightly, your eyes brimming with tears against your will. Maybe it was all the adrenaline crashing down, and you realized if he hadn’t been here, you’d probably be dead. But you didn’t want to cry in front of him; it was embarrassing.
He held you close and tight, helping you off the floor and letting you cry into his chest. He knew you were crying but didn't say anything about it. Instead, he just rubbed your back and shushed you quietly. He wanted to calm you before the room flooded with people and you had to evacuate.
Sirens wailed in the distance as he barked into his comms, giving orders, eyes scanning every shadow. He looked her in the eyes, all business. But something flickered. Concern. Relief. Then it vanished. “We move now.”
They did. New location. New threats. New rules.
And suddenly, you weren’t flirting just for fun anymore. You watched how he protected you like you mattered, not as an assignment, but as a person. He never left your side and rarely let you out of the house anymore. It was a fight just to get him to agree to go on a walk with you down the sidewalk because being in the house 24/7 was killing you. Though it annoyed you how close he was, it gave you a sense of security and protection. Knowing someone was there for you made you feel a little better, especially at night, because, considering the circumstances, you finally got him to sleep in your bed.
You claimed it was to make you feel safe, but part of it was, and part of you wanted to cuddle into his biceps. It was hard not to rock your hips into his at night, to try not to touch him as much as you wanted, or to try not to touch yourself.
But a girl was only so strong, especially when it came to smoking hot men. One night, when you were lying in bed fantasizing again, the urge just became too strong. Leon was doing his final round of patrolling the house before bed, so you had a few minutes alone. Slowly dragging your hand down your stomach and into your panties, you pressed your finger against your clit. Biting down on your bottom lip to suppress your noises, you gently rubbed it.
Waves of pleasure washed over your body. The longer you touched yourself, the more there was only one thing on your mind: Leon. You were imagining it was his hand, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit, caressing your body, playing with your nipples, or whispering softly into your ear. It was hard to stay quiet, getting so caught up in your fantasies and accidentally whimpering his name a few times.
He was walking through the hallway when he heard it. He knew you pleasured yourself often, but this time was different. You were calling out his name, making him blush a little. It's been a while since he's had any action; he had been focusing all his attention on keeping you safe, and he hadn't thought of it. But oh, now that he knew you were touching yourself and thinking about him...it was hard to control himself. So he did what any man would do: he walked to your door and carefully listened to the noises coming from the other side.
He could feel himself getting harder as he imagined what you were doing, sprawled out on the bed with your hand down your pants. So he slowly opened the door and nearly passed out when he saw you. Pants off, whimpering and moaning softly as your fingers quickly circled your clit. You seemed to be caught up in pleasure, and he didn't want you to know he was there yet. Luckily, he had years of stealth experience to the point where he could creep to the side of your bed without being caught.
You were blissfully unaware that the man you were fantasizing about was standing right next to you, too caught up in your own pleasure to realize it. His name fell off your lips like natural, arching your back up as a coil tightened inside your stomach. It didn't take long before you came, coating your sheets as you collapsed against the soft cushions and slowly opened your eyes. You nearly had a heart attack and died when you did, though.
Seeing Leon, your bodyguard, just standing there... made your cheeks bright red. You were too embarrassed to say anything, instead just staring up at him with big eyes and slightly parted lips. He took note of your embarrassment and smiled slightly, taking a seat beside you on the bed.
“Quite a show you put on.” He murmured softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling your small, shaking body into his chest. He stroked your hair and held you close. A part of him was glad you wanted him, so he didn't feel guilty for liking you.
You didn't say a word, burying your face in his chest and squeezing your eyes shut tight. You just wanted to disappear, to crawl into a hole and die. Leon held you for a moment, just shushing you and trying not to smirk at your embarrassment and mortification. After a minute, though, he nudged your chin with his hand and made you look at him.
“Hey..” He started, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and staring into your eyes. “You don't have to be embarrassed, I thought that was cute.”
You whined slightly, turning your gaze away and pursing your lips together. “I was just..I dunno..” You tried to say, but didn't know what to say.
Sensing your nervousness, he tugged your chin again and shook his head. “You don't have to say anything, why don't you just let me help you, hm?” He mumbled gently into your ear, shifting you so your back was against his chest.
You could only briefly nod, looking down and spreading your legs just a little for him. All your thoughts of embarrassment and nervousness washed away when you felt his finger pushing against your wet cunt. You were still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm, but his fingers still felt so good, you couldn't say no.
He was gentle with his touches, kissing your neck as he slowly dragged his finger up to your clit. Moving in small circles around the sensitive bud, his other arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned to his chest. Your breathy moans filled the room, and you could only close your eyes and lean back against his chest as he continued his ministrations. He slipped a finger inside of you, and that sent another shockwave of pleasure through your body.
You swear your hips started moving on their own when he began to pump his finger in and out of you, his thumb quickly circling your clit. You grabbed onto his arm, arching your back off his chest as another cry of pleasure escaped your lips. You didn't need to say you were close because he knew, inserting another finger in your soppy cunt and moving at an unreal pace. Your legs were trembling, and you could do nothing but shake and let out small cries in pleasure.
His kisses to your neck turned into nibbles, and his free hand moved from your waist to play with your nipples. He wanted to make you cum again and again, seeing you in such a state was such a turn on and he was painfully hard. So he kept going, his fingers kept fucking you and his thumb rubbed your clit until eventually you did cum. It was even more beautiful up close.
The way your loud moans turned into little breathty pants, your body trembling slightly, eyes glossed over, and his fingers coated in cum. He moved his arm to trap you against his chest again and slowly brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. “You taste so good, baby..” He whispered in your ear, making a show out of licking his fingers clean.
You craved more, looking up at him with a hazy expression. He looked down at you and put his hand on your cheek, turning your face upwards and looking at your lips. “You want something?” He asked, his thumb running over your bottom lip.
You did want something, hoping he would just give it to you, but apparently not. Nodding slightly and parting your lips slightly. “Want you.” You mumbled, rolling your hips lazily against the bed.
He smirked and leaned his head down to finally kiss your lips. “I know you do, baby…be a good girl and lie down.” He spoke in between kisses, helping you lie flat against the bed. He wanted to see your face when he did this, dropping his pants and boxers he held his erect cock in his hand.
“See what you do to me?” He said, pumping his cock a few times before running his tip over your wet folds. He suddenly remembered he didn't have a condom; he doubted you did, but it didn't really matter. “You on birth control?”
You nodded eagerly, seeing his cock up close made you want to squeeze your thighs together but you held back, leaning your head back and biting back a whimper. He was glad you were because he didn't know how well you being pregnant would blow over with your father. After getting his tip wet with your cum and arousal, he lined up with your cunt and looked down at you.
“Tell me if it's too much.” He said, staring down at your face. When he got no answer, he gently lifted your jaw. “Seriously, I want you to know you can tell me to stop if it's too much. Tell me you understand.”
“I get it..” You whined, while you appreciated him taking your feelings and consent into this, you didn't want to talk. You just wanted him inside of you and pumping you full of cum.
After he got your confirmation, he grabbed his cock again and slowly pushed his tip inside of you. You were tight. It made him groan and want to ram into you, but he wanted to take it slow. After you seemed you had adjusted well, he slowly pushed himself inside of you, taking it inch by inch. It took a lot of restraint to not start fucking you.
“You can go.” You muttered that he was big. Or maybe it was the fact you were still a virgin; either way, it felt good. You weren't as nervous as you thought you'd be, maybe it was the fact he was being so uncharacteristically gentle, or the fact it was him you were doing this with. It was a whole other feeling when he started moving, though.
You couldn't control yourself, moans spilled from your lips, and your head fell back against the pillow. It was an indescribable feeling, your eyes fluttering shut. He grabbed the headboard, pushing his hips against yours at a decent pace. Soft groans left his lips, and he was trying not to bust a load right now. It had been so long since he's been in a pussy this inviting and he was trying to savor the moment. But he was only so strong.
After a moment of his slow pace he slowly sped up, watching your tits bounce up and down as he moved faster made him more desperate. He threw his head back, grabbing your hip with his other hand and panting. You felt so damn good, he was trying to be quiet as to not wake everybody up but you made it hard. He leaned down and kissed your lips roughly again, swallowing your moans and gripping your hip tighter.
“Oh fuck..” He practically whimpered; he was close. He really didn't want to cum before you but he just couldn't stop himself. Pulling away from your face, he moaned as ribbons of cum shooted out of him, filling you up nicely. It felt a little weird feeling his hot cum inside of you, dripping from your now soaked cunt.
You quickly followed him, feeling his finger start to attack your clit and grabbing onto his bicep as a stream of moans left your lips. A wave of pleasure crashed through you, cum pooling at the base of his cock as he continued to slowly thrust into you. You let out a slight whine and kicked your legs out weakly, a little overstimulated from the pleasure you were receiving.
He heard your weak whines and struggles and slowly pulled out, groaning again when he saw how much of a mess you two had made. You don't remember much after that. he cleaned you up nicely. The next thing you know, he's behind you in bed, pulling you close to him and gently kissing your body. That's how you fell asleep; he was gone when you woke up. You figured he was around the house, and that's precisely what he was doing. Shooting him a small smile as you strolled down the stairs.
After that night, the attitude stopped, and there was no more sneaking out, backtalk, or disobedience. You actually listened to him. If only he would come into your room every night and make you feel good. And that he did.
(Sorry the endings kinda rushed, I was fighting to get through this and get this posted.)
