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Zemo X Reader

After enjoying a drink and talk to Bucky and Sam momentarily, you scammed the room looking for one specific person. Zemo.

There he stood in the middle of the dance floor, dad dancing terribly. But as bad as it was, he still looked great doing it. For once he didn't have that big coat hiding his frame.

He had a slight dad bod but it was perfectly muscular. His broad shoulders, biceps and pecs flexed beautifully under the raving lights as he pumped his fist in rhythmically to the beat.

With a shot of liquid courage, you decided to put him out of his misery and decided to head over to him.

"Stop," you said mid-laugh. "You're doing it all wrong."

Preventing him from embarrassing himself, even more, you stood in front of him but with your back facing him. Grappling his hands from behind you, you placed them on your hips as you started to not-so-obviously grind against him.

The song changed to a slightly slow and promiscuous tune and in response, you changed your moves to match it.

Your hips became fluid as you danced perfectly, Zemo dancing with you. Accidentally, your ass brushed against his crotch making his grip tighten on your waist. Testing the waters, you began to purposely press your back into his chest, digging your ass into him. His body contoured perfectly to yours.

Slowly you began to feel a hardened object on your ass and smirked to yourself at his bodily reaction.

You turned around, now able to see his face under the blinking lights. His eyes were dark. Darker than ever before. All you could smell in the air was lust, as far as you could tell it was only from him.

Bending down to your ear, he whispered lowly, "look what you are doing to me, Schatz."

His name for you sent waves through your body, you almost melted right there. To ensure your legs didn't give way beneath you and you fall, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your eyes stayed locked on his except for now and then when they would flicker to his lips. Noticing this, his hands moved to your lower back as he pulled you forward to close the gap between you.

"May I kiss you, mien Liebling?"

His question sent butterflies to your stomach, even now he was still a gentleman.

As soon as you nodded, his soft lips crashed into yours. A taste of whiskey and Turkish delights invaded your mouth as his tongue licked your lip, begging for entrance. You parted your lips, granting permission.

Just to get to him, you decided to fight for dominance, only to surrender. He let out a proud deep groan at his victory, in turn making your core grow wet. You whimpered into his mouth growing needier for him. He smirked against your lips.

Eventually, he pulled away and without realising, you whined a little at his lack of touch. This made him chuckle and as much as he wanted to see you squirm, he needed you.

"Follow me."

Hand in hand, he dragged you through the crowd and back upstairs to Sharon's place. You were relieved the party was so busy, because had Bucky seen you, his best friend, and Zemo, the man who brainwashed him, kissing, you would have both been dead.

Zemo pulled you into the room you were staying in and turned, locking the door. Once again, his lips collided with yours, this time more passionate but also rougher. Both of you were hungry for more.

Slowly he backed you up against a wall, pinning you with both his hands on either side of you. The two of you stopped to catch your breath and he rested his forehead against yours.