Always and Forever
words: 3.6k
pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader
warnings: smut, fluffy smut, non penetrative sex, arguing, hand job, pussy job, aftercare, emotions, porn with plot, Zemo is a softie
A/n: sooo... this is awkward. I'm sorry I've been away for so long, I hope this makes up for it (check here if you want to know where I've been) I started this months ago and finished it just now. I hope nobody's upset. Love you all <3 Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The air is heavy with moisture and dust. The tiny particles spread the light in a way that covers the room in an orange glow, almost as if he was looking at an old photograph. He gazes across the room, the little bed and wardrobe barely fitting inside. At least the mattress isnât too shabby. The smell of stale and old furniture lingers everywhere and he doesnât even dare to check how big the layer on top of the wardrobe actually is.
Still, heâs grateful for being safe at the moment. Heâs not in prison anymore and heâs not in the grasp of any of Madripoorâs self proclaimed officials. It could have been worse than being a little uncomfortable.
Thereâs a small window on the wall. Itâs locked, of course, Bucky didnât trust him with his gun either so heâs not surprised. He looks over the street thatâs visible from his room and sighs. Old memories of this place try to capture his mind and stop his brain from making logical decisions, but he wonât let that happen. Thereâs too much to lose.
Carefully, he takes off his gloves and places them on top of the nightstand. His coat finds its place on a hanger near the door and he even allows himself to take off his shoes. The situation is too dangerous to not be able to flee at any minute, but he grants himself this small freedom.
The pillow feels comforting, probably only a change from his prison pillow, but he accepts the warmth anyways.
Itâs not like he had a necessarily bad time in prison. Heâs lucky he was placed in a German prison and not an American one, but his genius was suffering. Too little to do for a mind of his capacity.
Steadily, the man drifts off to sleep, his gated thoughts finally allowing themselves to be free, filling his dreams with emotions he hasnât felt in such a long time. Dreams spun out of a carefully guarded string occupying his mind.
The sound of walking rouses him from his sleep, but he keeps quiet, trying to gather enough information to figure out what to do. âI know youâre awake, Helmut. Your breathing changes once you wake up. Always has, always willâ, a familiar voice calls out.
He sits up abruptly and turns towards the voice. There you are, leaning next to the opened window, a cold breeze blowing inside. He shivers, either from the cool air or the feeling that is forming in his stomach.
âDraga, I-â, he begins, but his voice cracks and he stills, not sure if this is real. His eyes take over your figure, a dark stealth suit covering your skin. Your face looks just as he remembered, just older and a little less lifeless. Your arms are crossed, a cold expression on your face.
âSo, were you going to tell me you are back or was I just supposed to find out by myself? You didnât actually plan on keeping your stay here a secret, did you?â, you push yourself off the wall and bend down to the height of Zemoâs face. âBecause that would really, really upset meâ
Slowly, he moves to take your hands into his own, eyes never leaving yours, âWhy are you still here?â You scoff, pulling away from his touch and turning away from him, âYou corrupted me. I wouldnât have survived anywhere elseâ. Zemo sits up slowly, his eyes never leaving your frame. His feet rest steady on the cheap carpet floor.
âYouâre an amazing woman. Youâve survived so much, I doubt anyone could have stopped youâ. A dry chuckle escapes your lips as you spin around to face the man, âYou donât get it do you? Youâre a mastermind, so intelligent, so bright. And yet, youâre still so cluelessâ You allow yourself a moment to take him in. Heâs beautiful, his face as sharp as ever, his eyes as clear as you remember. You always used to joke that the answer to every question lies in them, but deep down you knew it was true. Your answer was him. Everything you do, you do with him in mind.
âMadripoor is itâs own little world, a planet far away from everywhere else, you know that best. Here, I can pretend. I can pretend that youâre away on a mission, out following the steps to one of your idiotic little plans, anything my mind could come up with.â You glance around the room, suddenly not able to look at him.
âI imagined you drove back to Sokovia and wandered among the hills to find the perfect spot to build a new house. A place with a nice view and lots of sunlight. Big enough to fit us, but just small enough to feel cosy. The perfect home for usâ, you continue speaking, a strange sense of irritation rising inside you.
âI even imagined you flew to the moon with fucking Captain America to bring back your own moonstone. But I always knew youâd come backâ, your voice begins to waver as you feel your lips start to tremble, âNo matter where I felt you were that day, I knew that Iâd see you againâ
Your chest feels heavy with pent up emotion, âBut out thereâ, you point towards the open window with your free hand, goosebumps climbing up your body, âout there I knew you were stuck in a little prison cell, all on your own and I knewâ, tears well up in your eyes as you feel your throat constricting, âI knew you couldnât come back and I wouldnât have survived thatâ
You close your eyes, the tears falling freely now, streaming down your cheeks in pitiful cascades. Zemo grabs your hand and pulls you towards his body and engulfs you in a big, warm hug. Thereâs a painful pull in his chest and he canât stop his own tears from gathering in the pits of eyes. A couple strays escape their confines, a sensation he hasnât felt in an oh so long time.
âItâs okayâ, he whispers with a shaky voice as you sob into his strong frame, âItâs all good, draga, just let it outâ His capable hands run over your back as they draw intricate designs into your skin. Theyâre soothingly familiar, almost like remains of a burnt flower which one used to tend to.
You remain in the manâs arms as you both relieve the suppressed emotions of the years you had to live apart. Pain. Anger. Fear. Anxiety. All the sleepless nights and restless days. All the days that turned into weeks, then months and years that were wasted. The yearning, the longing and the lust.
Your cheeks are blotchy and your nose runny when youâve calmed down. Gently, you look into Zemoâs face to see him in a similar position to yours. âI missed you so muchâ, a quiet mumble, barely noticeable. He smiles softly, âI missed you too, dragaâ Tenderly, you reach up to his face and wipe away his tears, replacing them with loving, light kisses.
âI was so scared that Iâd never see you againâ, you cry, vision blurring. âIâm so sorry, mein Engel, I promise Iâll never leave againâ He lets his thumb stroke over your cheek, the contact filling you with warmth. You nuzzle further into his palm, almost purring at the feeling. âYouâre even more beautiful than I rememberedâ, his clear eyes roam over your face. A small smile dances over your lips, âYouâre just as handsome as when I first met youâ. He smiles, slowly coming closer to your face, his breath fanning against your skin, âI love you, dragaâ
Heat spreads through your body at his words, your heart beginning to beat faster, â I love you too, Helmutâ Thereâs an electricity filled silence as you stare into his reddened eyes. Cautiously, he moves forward, gaze focusing on your lips, âMay I kiss you?â You nod in response, âPleaseâ
Nothing could have prepared you for how amazing it would feel to have his mouth on yours after all these years. The kiss is sloppy and salty from the tears intermixing. He puts all of his emotion into it, you feel his pain, his anger, his desperation, but most of all his love. You put the same vigour into it, showing him how strongly you feel.
A sudden need floods your veins as his tongue runs over your lower lip. You allow him entrance and he begins to trace your insides, gentle, yet powerful. It feels like he is reclaiming what has always been his, a relentless roaming to make sure he is still familiar with your body. Your tongue tangled with his in a greedy dance, desperation seeping through.
His hands travel up your thighs, roughly squeezing the covered skin. One comes to rest on your ass, using his safe grip to pull you against him. The feel of you in his own grasp is satisfying him, to know that youâre still his. His other hand travels up further until it reaches your neck and applies a delicious pressure.
The gesture makes you sink back into a state of calmness you havenât felt since Zemo left. Now that heâs back and survival isnât in the front of your mind anymore, you allow yourself to be fully consumed by it.
âDo you remember your colours?â, he asks, breath heavy against your mouth. You feel his desire against your thigh, your mind immediately becoming more and more clouded. âYes, sirâ, you mumble, surging forward to feel his lips again. He allows your forwardness, but tightens his grip around your throat, âBehaveâ, he whispers against your mouth.
After a second, he draws back, his eyes serious, âTell me your colours again, draga, tell me what they meanâ His gaze is intense and you struggle to hold eye contact. âGreen is goodâ, you mumble. His hands follow the line of your body until they reach your waist where he gently caresses you. âYellow means slow down. I need a breakâ He smiles, his fingertips gently pressing into your skin, âThatâs right baby youâre doing so wellâ A whimper escapes your lips, his praise fills you with a sense of comfort, a much needed luxury that you had missed out on for years. âRed is stop, itâs too much, I donât like whatâs happeningâ Helmut presses a few kisses along your jaw and hums in appreciation.
âWell done, Iâm so proud of you, mein Engelâ, the words hug you like a blanket that pulls you deeper into that warm mindspace. Your every thought and feeling is dedicated to please, make Zemo proud, satisfy him. Need tugs at your insides and you let your head fall down, gaze trained onto your partnerâs strong thighs. His warm hands trail up your body and to the zipper of your suit, âIâm going to unzip you, but Iâm not going to fuck you tonightâ, he hums, voice gentle.
A whimper of weak protest escapes your lips, but you donât move to disobey him. Helmut chuckles and mouths along your neck, âdonât worry draga, Iâll still make you cumâ His strong fingers play with the zipper before you feel a gentle tug and cool air against your exposed skin. âYouâre not wearing a braâ, Zemo states, voice breathy. âDidnât like the lines it leftâ, you answer, moaning once his hands grab at your breasts. He pinches your nipples, careful to not overstimulate you, but make you feel his want. One hand moves to unzip you fully, tracing the freshly exposed skin with his thumb.
âSo beautifulâ, he whispers into your ear and slides his fingers down into your suit. You watch the digits disappear and moan as he slowly circles around your most sensitive parts. You know that youâre wet already, itâs been years, not only for him, but you werenât ready for his reaction. Helmut groans when his fingers dance over your opening and feels your arousal covering him. His hips thrust up with desire and you whine, wanting to feel him against your skin.
âFuck, Iâll make you grind on my dick, make you cover me in your wetness and youâll cum all over me, wonât you?â, he growls as you nod, âYes sir, whatever you want, Iâll be your good girl, I promiseâ Your mouths collide and Helmut completely ravishes you, tongue dominating against yours. âCome on, draga, help me unbutton my trousers, I know you want it so badlyâ, his breath mingles with yours as a moan leaves you, so turned on by his words.
Trembling fingers reach down to the tenting bulge and you canât help but press against it. Zemo moans and reaches down to your ass to push you further into him, âCome on, mein Engel, donât teaseâ Careful, but eager, you pop the button and pull down your loverâs zip exposing the tight grey boxer briefs he is wearing. A slight wet patch catches your attention and you grind yourself down onto his cock. âMissed this so muchâ, you breathe out before you reach inside of the underwear and wrap your hand around him, âMay I?â
Helmut nods, eyes trained onto your face with a smile, âGo on, dragaâ
You take a deep breath, willing yourself to remember the way Zemo likes to be pleasured. It comes to you naturally, muscle memory joining your eagerness to make Helmut feel as good as he makes you feel. Slowly, you draw your hand up his length, twisting your wrist at the head, before pushing down to his base. His breath hitches when you begin to simulate a pulsing motion similar to how your pussy is fluttering.
You fall into a familiar rhythm, desperate to make the man underneath you burst, gentle fingers paying special attention to his most sensitive parts. A wave of desire washes over you and you lean forwards to kiss Helmut again, never stopping your handâs motions.
The kiss lasts long, filled with a hungry devotion to the other person. It feels good and thatâs all you need at the moment. âIâve never stopped loving youâ, Zemo whispers once you break the kiss, desperate for air, âYouâre the only one I want. That will never changeâ He looks into your eyes, making sure that the weight of his words registers with you. Your heart beats faster and tears rise in your eyes once more, âI love you tooâ A heavy, but comfortable silence lays over you both. Only heavy breathing and a few scarce gasps can be heard âI havenât slept with anyone elseâ, you mumble, slowing down your wrist.
A surprised look washes over Helmutâs face, just for a second, before he cups your face with two hands. âYou didnât have to do that. I wouldnât have been upsetâ, sincerity is lacing his voice. You reach up and place your hands over his wrists. âI know. I tried once, with a woman. I kissed her, but it felt wrong. You were all I could think ofâ
âDragaâŠâ, he drifts off, not knowing what to say. All of a sudden, you feel him throb against your chore and your abs tighten with want. âPlease, make me cum, Iâve been waiting for you so longâ, you whine, need taking over. Zemo lets out a breath and nods, âYeah, youâre right, youâre right. Your colour?â.
âGreenâ, you whimper, âSo greenâ Quickly, Helmut takes his cock out of its confines and pushes himself into the tight space between your suit and your pussy. His entire length slides along your heat and rubs deliciously against your clit. âYou think you can come just from this?â, he asks, shuddering from the pressure against him, âSlide over my cock until you canât stop yourself?â
A moan escapes your lips and you begin to roll your hips against the baronâs pulsing dick. One of the manâs hands returns to rest on your ass, the other one pulling you close by your neck into a bruising kiss. With every wet slide, every push against him, you feel yourself edging closer and closer to the sweet release. Being so close to the man you love feels so good, especially after all the years spent yearning for this exact moment.
Zemo begins to thrust upwards against your heat, animalistic groans and whines leaving his mouth. Heâs been deprived of touch for so long, he knows he isnât going to last for much longer, but heâs determined to get you off before he allows himself to be engulfed by the pleasure heâs desiring so much. The hand on your behind pushes you over him even harder, knowingly angling your body to stimulate you best. His other hand roams all over your free skin, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples.
You feel your legs begin to shake, the pleasure beginning to take control over your body. Desperately you grip onto Zemoâs shoulders for leverage, allowing him to use your body as he desires to. Moans and harsh breaths, wet sounds and the smell of sweat fills the room as the two of you strain to reach the needed high.
âYouâre doing so good for me, draga, I'm so proud of youâ, he breathes into your ear and nibbles along your jaw. When he finds a spot he likes, the baron bites down, readily sucking on your skin to mark you up. The act fills you with a new electricity and you throw your head back, wanton moans escaping your chest, âFuck, it feels so good, please let me cum, pleaseâ, you cry out, tears gathering in your eyes.
Zemo fucks up even harder, sweat glistening on his forehead, glueing teh fallen tsrands of hair to his face. He looks delicious. âCome on, mein Engel, you waited so longâ, he grunts, balls flexing, âShow me how good you are and cumâ With one last hard thrust the band snaps and you give yourself into the pleasure, moaning his name as the shocks of cumming from another personâs touch course through your body in waves.
Your hips move on their own, pussy clenching around nothing, when Zemo groans. His hips thrusts against you erratically as he shoots his seed into your suit, groaning with relief. Shakily as if electrocuted, you ride out your high, slowly coming down. Helmutâs hands roam along your back, gently calming you down. It takes a few moments until the words heâs mumbling into your ear form coherent sentences.
âYou did so well, mein Engel, Iâm so proud of you. Such a good girl for me, so perfectâ, his voice is soft and full of love and it makes you smile. You nuzzle your face deep into Zemoâs neck to breathe in his sex ridden scent that mixed up with the undertones of his natural smell. After a while, you find the power to speak again, âYou still smell the sameâ
This causes the man to chuckle and press a kiss into your hair. A warm silence settles around you where you just take in Helmutâs presence and remain in this blissful postorgasmic state. Soon enough, you realise the burn in your thighs and the uncomfortable itch of drying cum against your skin and shudder. âDo you have something to get cleaned up?â
You move off of the manâs lap and peel the skin tight suit off of your body while Zemo wets a towel in the small bathroom next door. When he returns, he is dressed in a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a snug t-shirt. He carries another shirt over his arm and hands it to you. âThank youâ, you mouth with an appreciative smile and close the window so that only a small opening remains.
Helmut kneels in front of you with the towel in his hand. âMay I?â, he asks and motions towards your core. You nod and watch as the man carefully cleans his seed off of your skin. You revel in the attention and sit down on the baronâs bed once he is done. Zemo pulls you down with him so that your body is fitted snugly against his chest, his strong arms keeping you safe.
âSoâ, you begin, âYouâre with Barnes and Wilson now?â An unpleasant sound leaves Helmutâs mouth, but he nods, âIt seems like we are following the same goal for the time beingâ You raise an eyebrow, urging him to continue. He sighs, but obeys, not before gently stroking his thumb along your cheek, âSomebody is distributing a super soldier serum. Weâre trying to find that person and eliminate all the remaining serumsâ
âLet me helpâ, you urge, hands against his clothed chest, âI know Madripoor better than you, it has changed during the power brokerâs reign. Iâll do whatever you need me toâ
Zemo chuckles, his eyes shining, âWhatever makes you happy, draga. Iâll fill you in on the details in the morningâ You press a gentle kiss onto your partnerâs lips and smile, âThat was surprisingly easyâ He grins, âItâs not like I could ever change your mind. Iâd rather have you with me than in the shadows on your ownâ His seemingly never ending warmth envelops you and a yawn escapes your mouth. Zemo chuckles and grabs your hand, his fingers circling the singular ring thatâs adorning your ring finger. âI canâ believe you kept thisâ, he whispers. You grin mischievously and lace your fingers with his own, âYou promised youâd make me your wife, Iâm not letting that go. Even when the days were hard, it would ground me, knowing that my fiance was still out there doing whatever my mind came up with that dayâ
âOnce this is overâ, Helmut says, his voice laced with meaning. âIâll never let go of you again, draga. Youâre mine. Always and foreverâ
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