Helmut Zemo Oneshots

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT IS ALWAYS THE SWEETEST (SMUT)

She ignored the blush of her cheeks and the wetness she felt pooling between her thighs as Zemo managed to pull her even closer, his hips rubbing against her backside with controlled smooth movements. Y/n tried to tell herself she was getting no pleasure from this, but as she felt his bulge harden against her, it was hard to ignore the desire she felt for the Sokovian man.

She spun around to face him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, feeling too ashamed to have her face revealed to the world while she desired to be fucked thoroughly by the man who had destroyed the Avengers. In a way that turned her on even more, the sheer power the man possessed. She let out a small mewl into his neck as that thought, trying to focus on dancing instead of her desire and Zemo's hand tortuously creeping to her ass.

"You feel it too, Y/n. The desire." The Baron mumbled to the girl who tucked herself into his chest.

"I can't- I hate you..." Y/n replied, more trying to convince herself of it than him as she pulled away.

"Mein schatz, it's the forbidden fruit that always tastes the sweetest." Zemo whispered into her ear, pressing a small kiss right below her earlobe.

Y/n couldn't handle it, she was soaked and desperate for his touch. Y/n grabbed at the fabric of his sweater, pulling herself into him. "Fuck me then, Helmut." She muttered, looking up at him. Y/n hadn't seen Zemo move so fast, his hand resting on her lower back as he quickly ushered her to a spare room and swiftly locked the door behind them.

"Hase, you can back out of this any time, although I'll be sad to see you leave. Oh God how I've wanted you on my cock since I first saw you." Zemo spoke as he pinned Y/n to the wall, his thigh positioned between her legs, Y/n began to desperately grind against it. His accent came out more as he grew more aroused.

"Shut up Zemo, you running your mouth will ruin this." Y/n tried to be intimidating, but as she pathetically grinded on his thigh she didn't do a good job of it.

Zemo let out a chuckle, his hand gently yet sternly holding Y/n's throat "Learn your place hase, and this will go well for the both of us."

Y/n looked at his arm and back to his eyes, biting her lip. The lightheaded feeling she felt from being choked seemed to amplify her other senses, especially her need for him. With a small nod she agreed to stay in line.

The Baron smiled, letting go of her throat and shoving her to the bed, crawling on top of her, his gloved hand trailing painstakingly slow up her thigh, hooking a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulling them off. Y/n began to undress him as well, the two stripping each other of their clothes until they were both naked. Y/n pumped his thick cock with one hand, staring up at him with eyes full of desire. For now she had shoved her inhibitions to the back of her mind, not wanting to acknowledge them. Right now all that mattered was Zemo and the pleasure he could bring her.

"Helmut, Baron, please I need you in me." Y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes, the arousal she felt almost too much to bear. Zemo looked down at her with a small grin, positioning himself over her. She was caged in by his arms, his cock slightly pushing at her entrance.

"Do you want me to fill you? Do you want your baron's cum to fill up your needy little cunt? Dirty girl." He chuckled as she squirmed at his words, her cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of what she wanted being so obvious he had said it out loud.

Y/n nodded below him, biting down on her lip as Zemo shoved himself into her with one quick thrust. She gripped at the sheets below her as he filled her, a long moan slipping its way past her lips. When Zemo had begun to pull out she let out a little whine, only to soon let out a yelp as he harshly shoved himself in. He continued his deep rough thrusts at a fast pace making Y/n unable to form any thoughts, only a string of moans escaping her.

"Baron, god, fuck, you fill me up so well." she struggled to get the words out through her moans. Zemo seemed to like her inability to speak well, his cocky grin never leaving his face as he pounded into her, his grunts like music to Y/n's ears. It was then she realized she was under Zemo's thumb, she would do anything to experience this moment again and again, but oddly enough there was nowhere else she would rather be.

"You're so insufferable, but right now, like this, you're nothing but mein little hase. My little fucktoy, all mine." Baron groaned out, leaning down from his position above her to bite her neck. Y/n knew it would leave a mark, she could feel a trickle of blood roll down to her collarbone, but she didn't have the ability to care about anything but Zemo. "Tell me you're mine, Hase. Who do you belong to? Who owns you, liebling?"

"You do Baron, I belong to you, you own me!" Y/n squealed out as she felt a tightening in her stomach, knowing her orgasm was close. Zemo seemed to know too as he reached down a hand and began to rub her clit just roughly enough as he pounded into her harder, causing her to drool a little from the pleasure she was receiving,

"Cum for me little hase, cum for me and I'll fill you up with my cum. I'll breed you like the little whore you are" He commanded with a growl. Y/n arched her back as she let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasurable release of her orgasm. She was panting as Zemo gripped her hips roughly and held her still as he spilled his warm cum into her. Y/n could feel the white liquid spill out of her once he pulled out. She didn't care about how much of a mess she was, her brain was still fuzzy from her orgasm and the wild pleasure she had received from Zemo.

Zemo had gotten mostly dressed, putting on his shirt as he admired his handiwork, seemingly unable to remove his eyes from the sight Y/n on the bed, his mark on her neck, his fingers bruised into her hips, and his cum trickling out of her. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders and laid it on Y/n's pliant body, allowing her to rest.

"You're mine hase." Zemo stood in the doorway of the room, Y/n too fucked out to fully understand what he was saying "And I don't like to give up what's mine." He closed the door gently behind him as he went back to the party.