Not gonna lie I've wanted to write this FOREVER, my love for Zemo is undeniable 😩
Word count: 2009
Description: While Sharon asks her clients about Nagel, you and Zemo enjoy the party a little too much and take it to the bedroom.
Translations:
(They will be in italics)
Schatz - sweetheart
Liebling - darling
Liebe - love
Mein - my
(I just used google translate and other translations in other stories so I'm sorry if I'm completely wrong. Also, since sokovia ain't real, he's speaks german)
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The five of you entered Sharon's place. It was full of authentic, classic art, all of which priceless. Where Sharon had got them, you had no clue and you didn't want to know how either.
"Come on, you guys need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour." Sharon said, walking through a doorway in the back of the room.
Zemo being Zemo, his attire was already perfect so there was no reason for him to change. You, Sam and Bucky on the other hand looked like shit from the shootout.
Bucky changed into a very flattering plain black T-shirt and a black suit jacket, as Sam was changing, Sharon took you to her room and into her wardrobe for a pre-picked outfit.
You closed the door just as Sam began asking Sharon about moving back home.
Looking at the pile in front of you, you saw a beautiful burgundy, velvet mini dress. It was perfect.
With the dress, were a pair of clever sandal heels. It hugged your body perfectly, showing off all the right curves. Slipping it on, you perfected your hair and makeup at Sharon's vanity and left the room.
As soon as you entered the room went silent, all three men's jaws dropped open.
"Take a picture, boys. It'll last longer." You smirked, Sharon snickering off the side of the room.
In unison, the boys shook their head to clear their mind.
"You look ravishing, Y/n." The Baron complemented. A blush began to creep onto your cheeks, which was quickly hidden by Sharon.
"Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party." She said as she began walking away. "Try to stay outta trouble. I'll see what I can find."
Zemo began to smirk from behind his glass.
"Trouble." He laughed, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You all followed Sharon downstairs to the party, Sam and Bucky immediately making their way to the bar.
The energy in the place was nothing like you had felt before, you just wanted to enjoy yourself.
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.
Instead of kissing your lips again, he began to kiss your jawline, making his way down your neck with little nibbles and nips. He was sure to leave marks.
He stopped at your sweet spot which made you moan. Every sound from your mouth began to drive him insane, he began to grow impatient.
"Please, Zemo. I want you." Your words barely came out, they were breathy and between moans.
At your request, his hands travelled to your ass, tapping it to indicate for you to jump. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. His hard member was in the perfect spot, right against your core, but it killed you that there were clothes in the way. One of your hands began playing with his hair. He growled into this, loving the feeling. But it was not enough.
Carrying you to the bed, he threw you on it, making you squeal. From the base of the bed, he crawled to you before stopping when hovering above you.
"As amazing as you look in this right, little dress and as much as I love us matching, Schatz, I need it to go."
You hadn't realised, but you were matching. The dress was the same shade as his turtle neck.
Growing impatient, Zemo decided to rip the dress off your body, leaving you in just your underwear since no bra was needed for the dress. His eyes raked your body hungrily, mentally devouring you.
"Such a perfect body."
His hands began to explore your body as his lips attacked your neck, trailing lower and lower each time. Reaching your breasts, he took the right in his mouth, nipping and stimulating slightly before doing the same with the other.
Slowly he continued his way down to your panty line, teasingly kissing over the fabric of your hot core. You let out a groan of neediness causing him to chuckle.
"Patience, Schatz." He purred into your thighs.
At last, he hooked his fingers into the lace before shimmying them down your body and throwing them across the room.
The man practically screamed hunger as he eyes your bare core. Licking his lips, he finally dove in. Gently he kissed and suckled on your bud as he brought one hand to play with your entrance.
After gathering enough juices on his fingers, he inserted a finger, the feeling immediately adding to the pleasure. Slowly, he pulled it out before thrusting it back in, repeating over and over.
Without warning, he added another finger to stretch you out. Instantly, you moaned from the stimulation. He repeated his previous actions and began to finger fuck you again.
The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, you knew it wouldn't be long till it snapped.
"B-Baron, I'm going to cum." Too busy moaning, you could barely get your words out.
"Cum for me, Liebling."
His words of encouragement drove you over the edge, driving you to cum all over his face and hand. His free hand went to your waist, holding you down as he continued to stimulate you during your high.
As you came down and he didn't stop, you simpered at the overstimulation as it grew too much for you to handle.
"P-please Helmut, it's too much."
He growled at your use of his first name, loving the way it rolled off your tongue, but at your request, he stopped. Travelling back up to you, he took your face in his hands, staring longingly into your eyes before leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his.
Treacherously, you ran your hand over his chest and lower until you reached his belt. Still kissing, you undid his belt and zipper before he finally helped you remove his trousers and boxers.
You ran your thumb across his tip, making him growl. Removing your hand from him, he took his member before rubbing it around your core to collect enough of your juices for lubricant. Since you had already come once, there was more than enough.
He began to line himself up against your centre and slowly pushed himself in, stretching you but giving you enough time to grow comfortable around him.
After a couple of moments, he pulled back only to push back in a little harder. He repeated this, getting tougher each time but still making sure you were comfortable. He was the perfect length to hit your g-spot with every thrust.
Pulling out completely, he flipped you over and lifted you so you were on all fours before once again lining himself up to your core.
One hand wrapped around you and onto your clit to stimulate you and cause as much pleasure a possible. The other wrapped around your neck and pulled you up, so your back was flat against his chest as he continued to penetrate you.
You began to feel yourself getting closer and knew it wouldn't be long until you unravel.
"I-I'm close," you panted through moans.
"Not yet. Hold on a little longer for me."
Soon after, Zemo's thrusts began to feel tiresome and sloppy as he drew near. His grip on your neck tightened as animalistic moans trickled from his lips with every push of his hips.
"Cum for me, Schatz."
Once again his words drove you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him and if it wasn't for him holding you up, you would have fallen onto the bed as your legs grew weak. At the same time, you felt him release into you with two deep thrusts and never-ending moans, making your orgasm even more euphoric.
After the two of you calm down, he gently pulled out and lay you down. Then he made his way to the adjoining bathroom and returned with a damp cloth and the sound of the bath running. Carefully, he wiped you down and cleaned you before scooping you into his arms and sitting you next to the bathroom sink as the bath filled.
Once full and at the perfect temperature, he placed you in the bath and got in behind you to help you bathe and relax.