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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 years ago

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Good Behaviour || b.b & h.z

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x hubby!Helmut Zemo

Summary: Being married to Zemo meant there was never a dull moment in your life, not even when he is meant to be behind bars. Knowing he is going to be spending the rest of his life there after he is caught, he wants to make sure you are taken care of. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, threesome mmf, dom/sub relationship, oral (both rec), fingering, unprotected sex, buttplug, cream pie, rough deep throat, choking, I think that is everything... WC: 3425

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“Are you really going to just lay there and pretend you don’t know me?” Bucky asked under his breath.

“If you know what is good for you you’ll pretend too.” You hissed back just as quietly and turned as the pool house door was thrown open.

“Ah, there you are my love.” Helmut greeted you as he strolled over to where you were lounging in the sun.

He took a moment to appreciate your body that he worshipped, that was barely covered by the bikini you wore, before taking a seat on the edge and leaning in for a heated kiss. You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you as he blatantly stared but he wisely kept his mouth shut. When you had fooled around with him you had thought your husband was going to be spending the rest of his life rotting in a German maximum security prison, you hadn’t expected him to suddenly turn up at your summer residence. You certainly hadn’t expected your one night stand to be with him.

“You know, the worst thing about that prison wasn’t the food or the company.” Helmut said, turning to Bucky. “No conjugal visits.”

Helmut stood up with your hand in his and pulled you from the sun bed, a smirk cast in Bucky’s direction as he towed you into the main house. It was only as you reached the master bedroom that you pulled him to a stop and crossed your arms over your scantily clad chest.

“What was that back there?”

Zemo pursed his lips and shrugged innocently. “He was looking at you like something to eat.”

Your thighs clenched at the reminder and you took a breath to calm your racing heart as you knew that you had to come clean.

“Funny that.” Bucky smirked as he stepped into the marble lined hall. “That's exactly what I did, isn’t that right, doll?”

You slammed your eyes shut as he bared the dirty truth to your husband and you wished he would have just stayed out of it.

“Y/n?” Zemo asked with a deceivingly calm voice. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Our-our lawyers said you were never getting out. They said…I should move on with my life.” You whispered as you peeked out from under your lashes. “It was a one time thing.”

“One night thing is more accurate.” Bucky cleared his throat and you pinned your steely glare on him which he promptly ignored. “We fucked way more than once. Way more.”

“What the fuck are you playing at?” You hissed.

“What? If we are being honest, we might as well come thoroughly clean.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“He stays.” Zemo ordered as he opened your bedroom door and pulled you inside. “You want to be a whore then go on. Get on the bed.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What’s wrong, my love? You have already fucked us both, don’t be shy now.”

He slipped his heavy cloak off and tossed it over the love seat before pointing to the bed. The silence dragged on as Zemo sat down and crossed his legs, pondering what to do next like a director behind the camera as you sat at the edge of the big four post bed.

“Do you find my wife sexy, soldat?” He didn’t even turn his head to face Bucky whose eyes were fixated on you.

After a moment where he licked his bottom lip enticingly he answered. “Yes.”

“Do you want to fuck my wife, soldat?”

There was no hesitation with his answer this time. “Yes.”

Each answer sent waves of desire rippling through your body and washed away the fear you had felt. Anticipation left goosebumps rising across your skin as you knew what came next, as you knew the sordid mind that occupied your husband's head.

“Then fuck her.”

Bucky crossed the room with a predatory gait that should have sent you running but the only movement you made was to spread your legs so he could come to rest between them. His hand spread across the base of your throat so he could tip your head back and crush his lips against yours. The kiss was messy as you both learnt how each other's bodies moved together, one night not being enough to know the intricacies like you did with your husband.

“You need to dominate her.” Helmut said as he rose to his feet and padded across the floor to the edge of the bed. “Take control of her, soldat, she will submit to your every whim. Isn’t that right, my love?”

You hummed with agreement and it turned to a needy whine as Bucky’s hand squeezed tighter around your throat, your legs widening even more at the touch. His hard length was straining against the jeans he wore and you moaned as his hips began to grind against you. Before you could get enough friction he pulled away and released his grip from your throat and ran his thumb across your lips you had caught between your teeth.

“Is this what you want?” He asked as the haze in your head cleared.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, the title falling naturally from your parted lips and you saw his twitch with appreciation.

“Good girl.” Your husband praised as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. “Tell me, what are your limits?”

“No permanent marking or drawing blood, Baron.”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the now empty loveseat and your eyes trailed over the muscles that adorned his body. Your husband’s stay in prison had left him with plenty of time to kill and the softness that had begun to fill his belly had been erased with the hours he spent working out in his cell. Now both men were shirtless before you and your pussy clenched at the sight, two doms with completely different energies ready to make you submit to them.

“You have a safe word?” Bucky asked as he slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans.

“Roșu.” You nodded, not that you had ever needed to use it before.

Bucky committed the word to memory as he repeated it with an accent that told you he was fluent in the Sokovian language your husband had taught you. The roll of the R on his tongue left a pool of desire threatening to spill from your cunt as he took your hands and placed them inside his belt that had been fashioned into a handcuff. You had to shuffle up the bed as he walked around it and buckled you to the headboard before taking the belt that Helmut offered and restraining one foot to a corner post.

“This isn’t going to do.” He pondered aloud, crossing the room to the large balcony doors and stealing a curtain tie before tying your free foot to the other post.

Your legs were spread wide and there was almost no slack for you to move as the men watched you test the bonds that held you, their eyes darkening with each little tug. Satisfied that you were properly restrained, both doms climbed onto the bed and reached for the little bows that held your bikini in place. The touch of cold metal sent a shiver down your spine and you were surprised by how gentle they could be with the thin material.

“Lift your hips.” Bucky ordered and you did as you were told so he could pull the bottoms away, baring your heated flesh to the cool air before his fingers ran through your folds. “Hmm, already dripping.”

The Baron watched proudly as he tore the bows on the material covering your breasts and saw the stiff peaks begging for attention. You were so responsive when you gave yourself over to him, he only wished you were more submissive out of the bedroom too sometimes. Forgetting the way you had confronted him in the hallway, he wrapped his lips around your areola and teased you with his tongue. Your back arched and your wrists were caught by the belt as you felt Bucky curl two thick metal fingers into your core at the same time as Zemo sucked on the supple flesh of your chest.

“Can you take another?” Bucky asked as he rode his fingers over your g-spot and stole your eye contact from Zemo so you could nod your head and whimpered when his fingers disappeared from you. “I need to hear your words.”

“Yes, sir, I can take another.” You rushed so he would fill your pussy again, the absence leaving you clenching around nothing.

“Good girl.” He praised before stretching you as he added a third finger.

“Open your mouth, my love.” Zemo said as he knelt beside your head after he slipped his expensive slacks down his hips to free his erection.

Your lips were already parting for him, tongue ready to catch the bead of precum clinging to his head. Your love for Zemo had not been an instant thing, in fact you had found his air of superiority to be overwhelming, but when he focused that energy into a dominance in the bedroom you had fallen quickly, his mission was to give you all the pleasure you could take and sometimes more.

His blunt head brushed past your lips and you hummed at the musky scent that invaded your senses and you widened your jaw to take his thickness. Slowly he rolled his hips, giving little thrusts to prepare your throat for the invasion he was working towards and Bucky changed his rhythm to match the same speed. Just as you felt the Baron’s cock bottom out, the soft skin of his pubic bone resting against your face, Bucky’s tongue pressed to your clit.

“Oh, fuck.” The Baron moaned as your throat constricted with a silent scream. “She likes that, soldat.”

Bucky seemed spurred on and left you trembling with long, slow strokes of his tongue over your bundle of nerves. Your nostrils flared as you tried to control your breathing through them and dribble leaked over your lips straining around Zemo’s cock, the pride radiating from his face as he gently wiped it away. A fresh wave of desire flooded you as he smirked and arousal dripped around Bucky’s fingers, you knew what he was planning.

There was nothing you could do except enjoy the ride as the Baron held your face in place and began to fuck your face. You gasped for breath as he pulled away completely before quickly rutting back into your throat, tears springing to your eyes. Your harsh panting filled the air and Zemo slowed down when he felt your tongue try to block him, your warning sign that it was getting too much. You were losing concentration with the intricate tongue work Bucky was giving your clit.

“You did wonderfully, darling.” He praised as he stepped off the bed to open the closet door. “You deserve a reward.”

The hum of the body wand was almost enough for you to come right then and there but neither dom had given you that permission yet. The soft head of the wand teased your nipples before making its way up your chest to the hollow of your throat and over your collarbone, a delightful shiver sending goosebumps over your body. Zemo knew every sensual place on your body that sent waves of euphoria flooding your mind, from your earlobes to the more intimate, kissable skin of your thighs.

“Please…I’m so close.” You whimpered as he ran the wand down your body and Bucky released the suction he had on your clit so Zemo could sweep the vibrating head of it instead. “P-please, Baron.”

“What do you think?” Zemo asked Bucky who watched with an intensity that almost set you off on your spiral to bliss.

“I think she needs to ask me for permission herself.” He said, curling his fingers over your sweet spot with renewed fervour.

“P-please, oh fuck, Sirrr.” You cried as you desperately tried to hold back.

“Go on, doll, cum all over my fingers.”

An intense shudder rippled through your body as you gave yourself over to the pleasure and threw your head back into the bed with a cry. Still they didn’t stop, the body wand sending you head first to overstimulation and Bucky’s fingers fucking you until the bed was wet from the sweet gushes that escaped. Your legs were trembling against the restraints, a slight burn starting to begin from your shaking and both men eased their teasing.

“What else do you have in that closet of yours?” Bucky asked and Zemo smiled slyly with a look that said follow me.

You felt empty and spent as they disappeared into the large adjoining room that housed your clothes and also the wall of adult toys. You couldn’t quite hear what they were saying but you knew they were discussing the perks to each of the pleasure tools before they returned. You eye caught the glint of the metal buttplug swinging from Bucky’s fingers and your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him stretching you wide. Zemo took a seat at the top of the bed beside your head and reached into the bedside drawers for a bottle of lube before tossing it to the soldier who caught it effortlessly.

You couldn’t help the small jump as the cold gel was spread over your tight hole but the gasp soon turned to a moan as he worked his finger in, then added another. Your heady moans were filling the room and you looked over to your husband who was leisurely stroking his thick cock, giving a tight squeeze to the top and milking the beads of precum out of the slit. He watched you lick your lips and caught a drop on his thumb, almost touching your waiting lips only for him to lick it himself as you pouted.

“Good girls don’t pout.” He warned as you eyed his tongue that had stolen the cum you wanted.

“Sorry, Baron.” You whimpered as the plug replaced Bucky’s fingers and you had to fight the urge to clench the muscles from stopping the invasion. “Oh god.”

“Do you need something to hold?” Zemo offered as he saw your fingers curling.

“I’m good, Baron,” you panted breathlessly as Bucky worked the large plug in and out, stretching you more with every push, “it feels so good, god, I’m so full.”

“Just a little bit more.” Bucky promised from where he was knelt between your legs. “You’re taking it so well, doll.”

You sighed at the praise and with the exhale you reached the narrowing of the plug and felt your ring lock around it. The weight of the bulb left you feeling so full and liquid was leaking from your cunt as every breath moved it gently inside you.

“Now fuck her, James.” Helmut ordered.

There was something in the way your husband used Bucky’s given name that set a fire in your belly, the way he used his dom voice to order the other into action. You felt the head of his cock dipping between you folds, letting your juices naturally slick him up so he could inch his way in. You both moaned as he began to fill you, the passage narrow thanks to the plug filling your ass.

“Oh god…” You moaned when he bottomed out and his body pressed the base of the plug, gently moving it deeper too.

“That’s it, tell us how good it feels.” Zemo grunted as he continued his long strokes beside you.

“I feel so fucking full, Baron, Sir.” You whined as Bucky began to roll his hips, his own moans washing over you. “B-baron, I…”

“Yes, my love, tell me what you need.”

“Can you please fuck my face, Baron?”

“With pleasure.” He smirked as he moved to straddle your chest, burying his cock down your throat.

Every hole was filled and Zemo whispered compliment after compliment for taking them both so well, each one sending a shock of electricity to your core and left your walls fluttering around Bucky’s cock. Tears were stinging your eyes as Zemo chased his own release and pumped himself in and out of your mouth, his balls slapping your chin with every thrust. You could taste the leaking cum on the back of your tongue and your eyes fluttered shut as you savoured the flavour.

“She’s close.” Bucky grunted as your pussy gripped him tight while you desperately tried to wait for permission to cum. “God, she’s trying to milk me.”

“Ready when you are, soldat.” Zemo’s voice strained, the only give in his composure.

Bucky reached between your legs and pressed his thumb over your clit, gently rolling it in time to his thrusts and the bonds around your ankles burned as you fought against them. Muffled cries escaped around your husband’s cock and Bucky could barely move from how tight you were.

“Now you can cum.” He groaned, immediately feeling you give into the intense orgasm that sent your pussy pulsing around his twitching cock.

Heat flooded your sex as you felt Bucky spend his load in you and your mouth was flooded with the ropes of your husband’s cum, their loud grunts echoing off the bedroom walls. You struggled to swallow it all as Zemo rode his orgasm out and kept rutting against your face, his cum dribbling over your lips as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Your body was turning to jelly as you sagged into sheets, completely sated with the release, and felt empty as both men withdrew from you. The only full feeling left was the plug but then you felt the gentle tugs of the base and it set off another wave of tremors down your legs and cum dripping out of your used cunt.

“What an indulgent sight.” Zemo said as he looked over his shoulder to see the mess flowing over your swollen pussy lips before turning back and seeing you licking his cum from your lips with a lazy smile. “You are just perfect.”

Another moan stole your words as the plug came free and your body closed the space around it with disappointment, you were truly empty now. Bucky chuckled at your needy whimper and kissed your thighs before moving down your legs until he reached your ankles, untying them from the restraints.

“Rest first, then I’ll be happy to fuck you into oblivion again.” He promised as he moved to the other leg and Zemo untied your hands.

Your muscles refused to work so your limbs just fell limp after their freedom and you basked in the euphoric, heady feeling in your head. Bucky’s strong arms scooped you up off the bed before he sat down and let you lay your head on his shoulder while your husband disappeared into the bathroom to run the large jacuzzi.

When you were clean and comforted Bucky carried you back to the bed and the three of you climbed under the clean sheets. The evening sun was only just reaching the horizon beyond the balcony and the golden glow washed the room in its colour. It was peaceful and you wished it could last forever but there was an ominous cloud hanging over you.

“How long?” You asked quietly as you lay along Helmut’s side, head resting on his chest and lightly stroking the scars he received when he served in the Sokovian Army.

“I don’t think he will be getting out on good behaviour anytime soon.” Bucky answered when your husband didn’t, rolling over to cover your bare skin with his body.

“Soldat is correct.” He said quietly with a rueful smile. “I had to make sure you had someone who could meet your needs before I left for good.”

“I should have known you set this up.” You chuckled quietly, grateful but sad nonetheless.

“I promised to take care of you, didn't I?” Helmut said with a kiss to your forehead. “You have everything you need now.”

“I won’t have you.” You whispered as tears began to well along your eyes.

His lips curled up at your words and he shrugged. “There is no prison that can hold your Baron, you will have me again.”

Bucky kissed your shoulder blade, the rub of his 5 o’clock shadow sending goosebumps over your body. “I’ve already broken him out once before. What’s another felony or two?”

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cazimagines · 4 years ago

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A Freudian slip

Synopsis: While at Madripoor you have to pretend to be Zemo’s latest date for the undercover mission which leads to you having to play your part out well, if it is really you just acting or perhaps it’s a bit more than that

Warnings/Tags: Sexual innuendos, make out scenes, refrences to sex, use of the word daddy, spicy moments but nothing 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Author note: I wrote and edited this all in a day to avoid revising for my exams so hopefully the quality is good. I have more Zemo one shots planned but if you have any requests please suggest :)

This fic is also being published to my ao3 account under the same username

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Sequel

You rolled your eyes looking over yourself as you stood within the bathroom in Zemo’s private jet. Because of the mission, Zemo had told you that you needed to dress up to the part and had supplied you with a tight-fitting black dress which only came down to mid-thigh length and had a slit on either side of it showing even more of your legs. You didn’t even know why he had a dress on hand in the first place but you weren’t going to question it. You already felt uncomfortable enough having to carry out this mission however it wasn’t like you had much of a choice either. Quickly checking to make sure your hair was good once again in the mirror you finally pulled yourself together and left the bathroom and headed outside the jet where Zemo, Sam, and Bucky were waiting.

As you left the jet all their eyes turned on you. Both Sam and Bucky had the decency to look embarrassed and glance away from you whereas Zemo didn’t hide the fact that his eyes were running up and down your body.

“The dress fits you well y/n, you look ravishing,” Zemo tells you holding his hand out for you to take as you reach the end of the stairs.

“Do I have to” You question looking from his hand to him annoyed

“You have to play the part y/n” he replies but Sam cuts forward placing his hand on your shoulder and leading you down and away from Zemo, “She doesn’t have to yet”

After leading you a few steps away from Zemo he places his other hand on your other shoulder and looks you in the eyes, “Are you sure you are okay with this y/n?”

“I’ve done missions similar before, this is no different. Plus I don’t have it as bad as Bucky” You say glancing over at Bucky sympathetically

“We’re both having to do things we don’t want because of him” Bucky states glaring at Zemo then looking back to you, “We’ll both pull through it”

“Hey, you better be including me in that as well. I would much rather be anywhere than here right now” Sam says letting go of your shoulders and pointing at Bucky

“You should be more thankful that I agreed to help you and kindly let you ride in my plane, but no matter now our ride is here. You might not want to play your part now but when we get out of this car your acting needs to be very realistic” Zemo says motioning to the car beside him.

He opens the door to let you in and places his arm on your lower back as you climb into the car. His gentle touch on your back makes you feel just that bit more intimate with him but as quickly as his hand was placed it was removed with Sam pushing past Zemo to get into the car beside you.

The car ride there was awkward, to say the least. You all sat in silence as the car slowly approached the city. Though Zemo sat in the front you felt his gaze on you when he glanced into the inside mirror. Your eyes meet at one point through the mirror and you quickly glance away not wanting him to delve into your eyes. Eye contact had always felt like something so intimate to you.

Eventually, the car pulled up and you arrived at your destination. The car door opened and Zemo’s hand was once again offered to you to help you get out. This time you accepted. He helped you out of the car but once you were out he didn’t let go of your hand, instead holding it more firmly as he started to guide you along with Sam and Bucky trailing behind you.

You two didn’t speak much as you arrived at the bar. Instead of taking a seat next to Zemo, you waited for him to sit down and then placed yourself in his lap, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and resting your head on the fur part of his coat. Zemo chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist so you didn’t fall off, and rubbed his hand slightly up and down your hip.

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your mind wander as you rest your head against his shoulder. The smell of rich cologne and what you think were fir needles. You wouldn’t lie and say that you didn’t like the smell. The truth was you liked it a lot. It made you feel comfortable which was saying a lot as you were currently in the lap of a murderer but it was like you could fall asleep now and you knew you would be safe.

“Two glasses please, one for me and my lady here”

You open your eyes again, reminding yourself you are currently on a mission. You glanced as Zemo and though he wasn’t looking at you the side of his mouth curved up into a smile like he could read your thoughts.

The man places the drinks down and you reach forward to grab yours and hand Zemo his which he smiles in thanks to you.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” the man says to you, narrowing his eyes.

“I found her on my travels, showing her the world” Zemo quickly replies, and to make your relationship seem more realistic he places a kiss on your temple briefly. Even though it wasn’t anything that intimate it still made your cheeks blush.

The man chuckles observing you, “She seems quite innocent”

This time it was you narrowing your eyes at him angrily, “What did you say” you spat. You felt Zemo’s grasp on your hip tighten in warning as he chuckles, “Oh I can assure you she isn’t”

You breathed in trying to control your anger. You’d like nothing more to slap Zemo but instead, you force a smile at him then downed the drink in your hand. You needed it.

When a man came up to Zemo he quickly lifted you off his lap and stood putting himself in front of you and the man as he dealt with him. You watched in anger as he made Bucky fight while all you could do was stand beside Zemo and bite your tongue. You felt Zemo’s hand brush up beside yours again, not quite grasping it yet reminding you he was there. You take his hand in yours, wrapping your fingers against his gloved ones. The interaction makes Zemo glance down for a moment but quickly focuses back on Bucky.

When they finally let you go in to visit Selby, Zemo leads you once again not letting go of your hand. When you entered the room you just wanted to stand by the side with Sam but Zemo dragged you over to his seat making sure you sat on his lap, your arm going back around his shoulders, and this time his hand rested on your exposed thigh.

Zemo started talking to Selby about Bucky, acting like he was trying to sell off an animal. You weren’t sure exactly what Zemo’s plan was but you felt uneasy being in Selby’s presence. And dread-filled you more when she finally acknowledged your existence.

“So who’s this bird you have resting on your knee?”

“This is y/n, quite the treasure isn’t she?” Zemo replied looking at you smirking

“That’s for certain.” She turned to Bucky, “What do you think soldier”

There were a few moments of silence till Zemo said “answer” and Bucky replied, “She’s very beautiful” while still keeping a straight face and looking forward. Selby chuckles seeming satisfied and her eyes turn back to you, her eyes trailing up and down yours.

“She doesn’t talk much”

“I can talk plenty when I want to” You quickly reply, moving to adjust yourself in Zemo’s lap to appear more comfortable. In moving in his lap you can hear Zemo’s breath hitch briefly.

“Is she only yours Zemo?” Selby asks

Before Zemo got a chance to answer you were determined to make it clear she wasn’t going to get anywhere near you. You moved your hands up, running them through his soft hair and turning to stare at him.

“Oh yes I only belong to daddy”

You feel your stomach drop as soon as the words leave your mouth. You hadn’t meant to refer to Zemo like that it had just suddenly slipped out. Sam’s eyes instantly widened as he looked at you and Zemo however if Bucky had heard he made no indication, keeping the same stoic expression and staring forward.

Zemo instantly responded after you said that patting your thigh and looking you in the eyes and saying, “Yes I’m afraid this good little girl is mine and mine only”

You could tell from the way his lips curled up into a smile and his eye sparkling that he enjoyed what you had just said and now how embarrassed you were like he was teasing you for admitting something.

Yet his eyes also seemed kind, soft in a way. You were so close you could feel his breath on your lips and it made you want to explore his lips. It was just a mission after all. It was an act. You had to do this to prove to Selby that you were his ‘bird’

Raising your other hand you cup the side of his face, resting it on his jaw. His eyebrow quirks up in surprise at you initiating this contact but you don’t give him time to consider much else.

You press forward pushing your lips onto his. His arm leaves your thigh instead wrapping them around your body somehow pulling you even more physically closer. His hand grip on you tightens, surely leaving a bruise. You could feel his lips open slightly trying to press further into you like he had forgotten where you were but you hadn’t. After a moment you place a hand on his chest and push yourself away from him, breathing heavily.

You two stare at each other for a moment, speaking words of desire through your lustful eyes till the sound of a slow clapping breaks you both from your trance.

“My my wasn’t that a show,” Selby says smirking at them, “I didn’t know you still had that in you Zemo”

“Well…” Zemo trails off, finally looking away from you and shrugging his shoulders as he smirks at Selby.

They get back to business while you try to recover from everything that has happened. You could feel Sam’s eyes burning into you but you were avoiding him. How could you face Bucky and Sam after that!

Everything was going well till a phone ringtone interrupted them. Your eyes widen in shock, finally glancing over to Sam whose eyes are filled with worry.

The colour drained from Zemo’s face as they all watched Sam answer the call.

The rest of it felt like a blur. Sam’s cover got blown and that means so was the rest of theirs but before they could even do anything Selby got shot in front of them. Zemo wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you out of the building quickly. However, it wasn’t long outside before you were being shot at. Sam and Bucky ran forward whereas Zemo pulled you right and led you down an alley till the gunfire stopped.

“We need to catch up with Sam and Buc-” you started to say but Zemo pushed you into a wall, his body caging you in.

“What-What the hell?” You asked looking up at him, feeling once again a blush creep up on your face at how close you two were.

“Daddy huh?” he asked, smirking down at you.

“Are you seriously going to do this here!? Right now”

“I don’t believe we will get another chance of a private conversation without Sam and James” he mutters, still staring down at you, his eyes refusing to move away from yours.

You can feel your cheeks burning bright red and look to the side avoiding his gaze, “There’s nothing about it, I was just playing my role”

Zemo takes his hand, placing it under your chin and turning your face towards his. He leans in, his lips almost touching his, “You were very convincing”

You don’t reply, instead, your eyes are focusing on his lips, he slowly grazes them against yours then pulls back looking you in the eyes as if asking millions of questions. His hand reaches up to push part of your hair that was covering your eyes behind your ear, as you feel his hand by the side of your face you feel the desire to lean into it.

“I…” You start but trial off, “Perhaps…” you try again, “Perhaps it wasn’t all acting” you mutter

A cocky smile creeps onto Zemo’s mouth as he looks at you, “I thought not”

“Oh shut up and kiss me” you angrily reply and Zemo doesn’t hesitate to give you what you ask. His lips crash onto yours as his hands wrap around your legs, lifting them making you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you. You grab the fur parts of his coat but he grasps your wrists in one hand and raises them above you. His lips move all over you hungrily before leaving and trailing down your jawline and onto your neck. He tugs on a bit of your skin and sucks on it causing you to mewl in pleasure.

“Y/N!? ZEMO!?” you hear Sam shouting in the distance

Zemo sighs pulling away from your neck, “It seems our private time together is over little one”

Gently he places you back on the ground, taking your hand rubbing his thumb over the back of it, and guides you over to where Sam and Bucky were trying to find you two.

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