anon requested. bratamer!Zemo or something with Zemo and spanking
cw: spanking, whipping, degradation, gagging
“Turn it down, draga!” Zemo snapped, throwing his office door open to reprimand you.
You were stretched out on the couch, starburst candy in your mouth as you kicked your feet to the beat of loud bubblegum pop music.
You’d already been told twice to turn it down, and Zemo was at his wits end with your obnoxious behavior. He was in meetings, the underlying bass of the songs interrupting his important business.
“I did turn it down.” You rolled your eyes, practically sneering at Zemo.
“You keep up this attitude, and you’re on your way to my wrath,” he warned.
“Whatever,” you turned onto your back, draping your head off of the side of the couch.
He stared at you, trying to let his fury simmer down. He finally pulled the plug on your stereo, plunging the room into silence.
Zemo ignored your glare, unable to put up with your bratty behavior any longer. He returned to his office, apologizing to his client. They finished the meeting, and Zemo had his secretary cancel the rest of his schedule.
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Meanwhile, you were tanning on the deck, completely bare. His clients got an eyeful as they passed your nude body on their way out, making Zemo seethe.
Before you could say something coy, Zemo’s hand wrapped around your bicep, dragging you inside.
“Helmut-”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve disrespected me, and yourself, and I’ve had enough!” Zemo snapped.
You dug your heels in, putting up a fight against his manhandling. You were in a mood, and you wanted to rile the stoic sokovian. Household staff avoided looking at your body as they passed, each person who got a glimpse of you— of what was his— only angered Zemo further.
“You think you’re earning yourself a good fuck, yes? That’s what you want?” Zemo snapped, practically throwing your body up against the wall, getting in your face.
You glared at him, caught in the truth. That was exactly what you wanted— Zemo to fuck you thoroughly. He made a noise of disdain, as if your very existence disgusted him.
“You selfish little brat.”
The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you started to panic, realizing you hadn’t earned the reaction you’d hoped for. His dark gaze frightened you, and you dreaded everything that was beginning to unfold.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you tried to backtrack, tears welling in your eyes.
“You will be sorry,” Zemo hissed, his chest heaving with labored breaths.
He offered no sympathy at the sight of your tears, knowing it was a ploy to get him to lighten your punishment. He wasn’t falling for it, not after how you’d repeatedly pushed his buttons and been disobedient.
“Don’t cry. I haven’t even hurt you yet,” he held your jaw in his hand.
A pathetic whimper escaped your lips, and he dragged you down a side hall in his extensive mansion, to a room you detested. Both of your wrists stayed trapped in one of his hands, while the other pulled a key from the top of the doorframe.
“No, I don’t want to go in the playroom,” you shook your head, struggling against his grip on your wrists.
He said your name in an eerily calm tone, dark eyes boring into you.
“Stop struggling.”
A strained whine caught in your throat, and he pushed you into the room ahead of him. The lock clicked behind you on the door, and your arms went around your naked body. The black marble floor was cold under your feet, contradicting the shame and dread that burned through your skin. Your eyes danced along dark walls, covered in instruments and toys hanging from hooks, to a large bed in the corner.
His hand pressed against your lower back, leading you to the middle of the room, under a honeycomb structure attached to the ceiling. He threaded red cords through it, barely looking at you as he did so.
“Give me your hand.”
You miserably placed your hand in his. Red cord was bound around both of your wrists, tied to the ceiling with just enough pressure to leave your muscles straining, and your feet unsteady.
“Zemo-”
“I don’t want to hear a word out of your slutty mouth unless it’s red.”
You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, falling silent. He walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling out tiny clamps from one of them. You squirmed even before he approached you, the chords rattling against the grate.
You couldn’t escape him, you could barely move even a few centimeters. Your lips were parted, shallow, anxious breaths being exhaled softly. Zemo carefully monitored your reactions, listening to the pained squeak that came as he closed the clamps around your nipples, the sharp pinch biting into your hypersensitive skin. A chain hung between them, and he tugged lightly on it, just to see your toes curl in pain.
You gave Zemo a wounded look, struggling to stay quiet. You knew the rules, making noise and protesting would only land you in deeper trouble. Zemo was angry, and it was not the time to test him. He traced his fingers up your side, smoothing over the curve of your body.
He broke away from you, walking over the wall where different paddles were hanging from hooks. You squirmed in dread as he took a woden one off of the wall, tiny holes in it because he knew it was the one you found the most painful. He reserved it for when you were particularly bratty, or just downright disobedient.
“Stand still,” Zemo broke you out of your spiral of pity.
You exhaled, letting your feet settle on the ground. You didn’t need to be told to count, a quiet “one” falling from your lips as he struck your ass with the wood. Your numbers got progressively more strained until you were sobbing them out, trying not to lose count as your ass burned completely raw.
Your arms ached, held above your head as you struggled not to teeter, your feet unsteady on the cold floor. Zemo had ceased spanking you, letting you hang there. A cracked whine slipped out when he roughly pulled the nipple clamps off of you, sending a split second of blinding pain through your chest.
“You don’t have to count these,” Zemo’s voice broke the silence, making you open your eyes.
You shook your head, another round of tears slipping down your cheeks as he pulled a brown leather whip down. He waited for your safeword, but you didn’t speak, crying silently and turning your face into your arm.
The leather cord cracked against your already painful skin, welts raising and making you scream into the gag Zemo had placed in your mouth. You bit down on the fabric, sobbing as he whipped you for what felt like hours, though in reality it was likely only a few minutes.
He said your name, calling out to you, but you hardly heard him over your heart pounding in your ears. Zemo pried the gag out of your mouth, tilting your head up with both hands. You blinked slowly, gasping as he released your wrists from the restraints. You collapsed, but he caught you easily, ready for it.
You were shaking in his arms as he carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed, easing you to rest on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, laying his hand on your side. You turned your face into the pillow, ashamed of your behavior, and him seeing you so vulnerable.
“Draga, it’s alright,” his voice soothed your insecurities, and you relaxed as he tenderly massaged cream into your burning skin.
You sniffed softly, wincing as he gently pulled some silk shorts up over your bum. He buttoned the matching top around you, earning your thanks. You twisted to look at him, pulling him to lay down in front of you, still fully dressed in his suit.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he pulled you into his chest, letting you snuggle against him.
“I know, my love. It’s perfectly okay. All is forgiven,” he promised, kissing your head.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly for as long as he let you. He kissed the protests off of your lips when he stood up, promising he was just changing and then coming back.
You laid in the white sheets, waiting for your lover to return. He slid into bed next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up at his arrival. He pressed a kiss against your mouth, smiling as you curled up to rest under his arm.
“My darling.”
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“Zemo?” you called, walking with a slight limp into the kitchen.
“I’m here. You didn’t need to be up so early,” he said, looking out the window before kissing your cheek.
“I wanted to see you,” you answered, happy you’d caught him before a day of meetings.
“See me? Why wouldn’t you?”
“Work...” you answered, looking up at him as if he’d forgotten.
“I’m off today. What would you like to do?” he asked, turning around and placing a plate of pancakes in your hands.
You gazed up at him, his smile reaching his dark eyes. He’d felt guilty with how much time he’d spent working. He knew that was the real reason for you acting out, and all he wanted was to make up for it and spend some extra time with you.
“Would it be wasteful to watch films? And eat these?” You asked.
“That would be perfect,” he helped you onto the couch, making sure you were able to sit comfortably.
You giggled as he forked a piece of pancake into your mouth, kissing the syrup off of your lips. You ate and watched the movie, gasping at the scary parts and laughing as Zemo covered your eyes.
It started when they were on the plane to Madripoor.
It was only whenever James “Bucky” Barnes had something in his mouth. Whether it be the rim of a glass as he drank strong whiskey or a fork while he ate, Zemo noticed how he couldn't pry his eyes away from his mouth.
Even as Bucky would bite at his nails nervously, or chew on his bottom lip-
Zemo wouldn’t stop staring.
It was a surprise, this sudden obsession that occurred with James and his pretty mouth. Zemo didn’t shy away from the fact he was definitely aroused by it as well. It was obvious so why refuse himself of these thoughts late at night when everyone went back to their own respective rooms? Why deny himself of sticking his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them while he pumped his heavy cock, thinking of the last man he expected to be so aroused by?
It was a problem, to say the least. And he was desperate for a solution.
I am breaking my brain over the idea of making a Dom account to sister with @sub-danny run by the amazing @cazzyimagines which is like pure ✨bliss✨ to read but there are so many amazing Dom writers that I am in crisis.
Zemo walked through the door, closing it behind him quietly. He searched for you quietly, aware you’d likely be asleep at this hour. He found you on the couch, where you had attempted to stay awake for him.
A yellow knitted throw blanket was wrapped around you, and you were half sitting up, having fallen asleep mid-episode of a sitcom.
Zemo smiled at you, amused by your sleeping figure. He shut off the television before picking you up, carrying you to bed so you could have a proper night's sleep.
His heart melted as you snuggled into his chest in your sleep, unconsciously recognizing the presence of your lover. He kissed your forehead, brushing stray hair from your face. He listened to your steady breathing, contently watching you sleep before drifting off himself.
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“Good morning,” Zemo greeted you.
You were yawning as you walked into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You looked darling, and Zemo watched you in adoration.
“What’re you doing?” You slurred softly, still half-asleep.
“Making you breakfast, pretty girl.”
You leaned up on your toes for a kiss, being happily indulged by Zemo. He carefully hauled you backwards, away from the hot stove.
“I don’t want my little love to burn herself,” Zemo explained to you, making you roll your eyes at his tendency toward being over protective.
His large hand grasped your jaw, holding your head to look at him. He didn’t hurt you, only displaying his strong dominance by manhandling you gently. His grip was only tight enough to hold you, putting you in your place without being harsh.
“Cut the attitude,” Zemo warned softly before holding you still so he could press a firm kiss to your lips.
“Yes, daddy,” you murmured, feeling especially submissive. He’d been gone on a work trip recently, and you were happily well behaved, loving the way he indulged you in attention and doted on you upon his return.
“Go set the table,” he nodded, and you did as he asked.
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“Why don’t you come back to bed with me?” Zemo asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You nodded, gently laying a hand on his cheek and giving him sweet little kisses as you stood in the kitchen, the tile cold against your bare feet. He tapped your bum, signaling you to walk toward the bedroom.
Before you even made it there, Zemo was pulling your shirt over your head— one you had stolen from his side of the closet. Your breath hitched softly, your hands going to your chest to cover yourself as you walked through the house.
“No, my love, let me see your pretty tits,” he scolded, prying your hands away. You shivered, feeling a bit shy in front of him. You giggled as he mouthed at your chest, kneeling in front of you. The hair on his face tickled your skin, creating an odd sensation. He kissed down to your navel, kneeling before you in just loose gray sweatpants.
He hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them swiftly down your legs and tossing them aside. You were left in just your panties, barely covered by pale lilac fabric, plain except for a tiny bow sitting between your hips.
You were so innocent, and Zemo couldn’t get enough.
“Yours too?” You questioned, touching his waistband as he stood up.
“No, pretty girl, I’m going to leave mine on.” Zemo shook his head, sitting down on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. You stood beside the bed, unsure of what he wanted.
“Come here, why’re you being so shy?” He teased lightly, taking your hand and helping you onto the bed.
You were surprised as he pulled you to lay over his lap, your ass in the air as you bent over his thighs. Your arms folded under your head, and you turned to look up at him.
“Are you going to spank me, daddy?” You asked, a whine lilting your voice. You were startled, you’d been so well-behaved, and you didn’t feel like you deserved to be punished.
“No, of course not. I just want to play with you,” Zemo bent down and kissed your lips, easing the uncertainty in your mind.
“You need to relax.”
You nodded, exhaling a slow breath, trying to obey. The tension slowly left your muscles as he trailed fingertips up your bare spine, his touch finding the dips in your back. You gazed at him from under your lashes, admiring the gentle man who loved you. He smiled down at you, brown eyes locking with yours.
“I love these,” he mused, touching the lilac thong that curved along the swell of your ass.
You let him part your legs a bit, allowing him to see more of you. His strong hands squeezed the flesh of your thigh, pulling them apart on his lap.
Zemo couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. You felt him harden under your belly as he got a full view of your cunt practically spilling out of the thong. The fabric barely covered you, providing a filthy sight to Zemo.
His fingers dipped down, squeezing your puffy sex, cupping your mound and touching your lips. The action made you breathless, and he ran his fingers up and down the light cotton, until a dark patch started to form, your arousal soaking through your panties. He tugged up just slightly, monitoring your reaction at the pressure it put on your clit, the little bundle of nerves that was now throbbing with need.
You’d grown warm on his lap, despite being almost entirely naked. You felt observed, strangely aroused and overly shy as he practically inspected your pussy. You tried to swallow a small whine as the fabric pushed against your clit, biting back the noise.
“Daddy, why are you looking at me?” You whispered, squirming under his touch. You’d done your best to hold still and let him touch you as he pleased, but you were growing needy and embarrassed.
“Because you’re beautiful, little love. Do you want me to bring you pleasure? You’ve been so sweet, I do feel as though you’ve earned a reward,” he offered, the gentle gaze in his eyes completely sincere.
“A reward?” you questioned softly.
He hummed, nodding at you. You smiled shyly, lightly kicking your feet.
“You’re all wet, darling.”
You buried your face in your arms, sighing as Zemo ran his fingers over your sex before pulling the fabric down your legs. He prodded at your pussy, spreading your lips with his fingers and lightly pinching the puffy skin.
“Daddy, you’re teasing,” you accused, pouting a bit.
“What do you want?” He asked, a small smirk adorning his gorgeous features.
He wanted to hear you say it, trying to ease you out of your shyness.
“I want you to touch me properly, please,” you asked politely, pushing up on your hands to kiss him.
“I would be happy to, my love.”
You relaxed back on him, humming as he dragged his fingers through your folds, bringing them down to rub lazy circles on your clit. The small movements had heat spreading between your hips, tension starting to form.
Zemo eased off of the direct stimulation, pushing one of his longer fingers past your tight muscles, feeling your velvety walls swallow his digit. He slowly pumped it in and out, your body squeezing around him as he inserted a second finger.
He listened to the soft sigh that left your lips, morphing into a moan as he stroked forward, pressing against your g-spot. He relished in the mewels that escaped you, your back bowing as he rubbed your clit while moving his fingers inside of you, brushing sensitive areas that had you seeing stars.
“Oh... daddy,” you whined, the pressure tight in your abdomen, settled just above your sex. Your muscles contracted around his fingers, clamping down as goosebumps rose over your delicate skin.
“Are you close, darling?”
You nodded, unable to trust yourself not to scream if you tried to speak. You squirmed on his lap, your thighs shaking.
“Let go for me, pretty girl, I want to see you come all over my fingers,” Zemo encouraged, smirking as you squeezed your legs around his hands, trying to stop the stimulation as you came. Your fingers gripped the begging and you squealed, arching your back as you lit like a match, pleasure spreading through every inch of your body.
Zemo gently kept up his slow thrusts, his fingers dipping in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible.
The tension in your muscles faded with your release, leaving you relaxed and dazed. Calm settled over you, deep breaths making your back rise and fall.
“That’s my sweet girl, taking my fingers so well. You look so pretty when you come. I’m so proud of you.”
You glowed at his praise, savoring the gentle moment with your dom. He took the time to carefully clean you up before pulling you up to sit on his lap. Your fingertips ran through his facial hair, beaming as he gazed at you with his kind brown eyes.
He pulled you into a kiss, strong arms wrapping around your back and closing you against his chest. His lips moved against yours perfectly, Zemo an expert scholar in your body and your kisses. He swallowed your quiet, happy sighs, enjoying the intimacy.
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“I love you,” Zemo spoke, a Sokovian accent lilting off of his words.
He was massaging lotion into your body after a shared shower, protecting your skin from the dry air. A cup of jasmine tea was in your hands, steaming and filling the room with a sweet scent, mixing with the smell of your lotion.
“I love you too. I’m really happy you’re home.”
“I won’t leave for that long again. I missed you, I’ll stay local from now on,” he said, surprising you.
“You’re staying local? But you’ve always traveled with work,” you questioned, thinking you misunderstood.
“I have, but you’re everything to me, and I can’t stand to be apart from you.”
He melted at the grin that spread across your face, your joyful kiss tasting like jasmine. You leaned back into his chest, his arms snaking around you to hold you in a tight hug.
“I can’t imagine anything better than waking up to you every morning. So that is what I plan to do, as long as you let me,” Zemo said.
requested. one shot about him like the Bucky and Loki safeword fic
cw: spanking, mentions of pain, use of safeword
a/n: I love this one 🤍
“You’ve made me incredibly angry with your behavior today.” Zemo’s words hung heavy in the air.
You wouldn’t even look at him, your gaze fixed on a point in the Baroque painting hanging on the opposite wall. You sat silent, your arms crossed over your chest in defiance.
Zemo’s emotion was pouring off of him in waves, the steam practically visible. You didn’t care how angry you made him, you were in a terrible mood and you wanted it to seep out and spill over everything. Your emotions were screaming inside of you, and you wanted to be destructive. You wanted to make Zemo as angry as you felt.
“Look at me when I am speaking to you!” Zemo grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.
You instinctively raised your hand to strike him, but he caught your wrist in a tight grip just before you could hit him. Your heart stuttered when you saw the look in his eye, and you knew you’d overstepped your boundary.
Zemo’s patience with you was nearly unending. He put up with a lot— far more than any other dom you’d ever heard of. It took significant effort to rile the sokovian, but once you did, there was no going back.
“Zemo,” you started, the word coming out broken from your strained voice.
“You are never to strike me. We do not use violence to communicate, do I make myself entirely clear?” Zemo’s tone was dangerous, burning through you like acid.
You felt sick.
“Yes, sir,” you answered meekly, suddenly very ashamed of yourself and frightened by his tone.
A sharp sigh left him, brown eyes holding an intense gaze on you. His expression was filled with disappointment and anger, and he wrestled within himself to keep from lashing out.
“Why have you acted this way?” Zemo finally settled on the question, silently waiting for your answer.
“I don’t know,” you muttered, and he tilted your chin up.
“You’re really going to test my patience?” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I just feel bored and annoyed and I wanted to get under your skin,” you confessed, knowing from experience that honesty was the best route to take with Zemo.
“You’ve intended to antagonize me?”
So many questions. You hated being interrogated.
“I expect an answer.”
“Yes,” you sighed, exasperation edging at your tone.
Zemo was floored by the amount of disrespect he was receiving from you. It was out of character, but you were going to extremes today. Usually when you decided to act bratty, a single swat would take care of the behavior.
Now, you’d surpassed being a brat and Zemo was overwhelmed by your behavior. He held his will, trying not to show how much you’d managed to get to him.
You stood in his office, where you’d interrupted his work, and he was leaning against the edge of his desk, standing in front of you.
Both of you jumped when the door opened, breaking the suffocating tension between you.
“Sam, James, is it terribly important?” Zemo asked, his tone impatient.
“Yes, we need to talk about the reintegration strategies,” James nodded, earning a sigh from the baron.
“Y/N. Sit in that chair, and do not move.” He pointed to a brown leather chair in the corner of his office, and you gave him a sullen look.
After a brief hesitation, you obeyed, sitting down. You listened to them for a while, completely lost on what was being discussed. Zemo kept eyeing you as you shifted and squirmed, restless and anxious.
You felt trapped under his gaze, and you were fed up with being made to sit through the meeting. You stood, avoiding eye contact with Zemo as you left the office, blatantly disobeying his command.
He didn’t make a scene, not in front of the two men. Your sex life and dom and sub dynamics were kept private. Of course, living together, the men knew, but Zemo tried to limit those interactions when you had an audience.
Zemo watched you leave the office, fighting to contain himself and his frustration. Both James and Sam looked uneasy, but Zemo just ignored their discomfort, sending the tension between the two of you.
Once the meeting was done, he sat at his desk for a moment, gathering himself. He cleaned up his work before going to search for you. He found you at the table on your laptop, and he reached over you and closed the screen.
You stopped breathing for a moment, knowing you were finally about to face the consequences of your actions.
“Come with me,” his voice was low, and his hand went to your back, pushing you to stand and walk with him.
“Are you sorry for the way you’ve acted, or are you just sorry that you’re being punished?” Zemo asked when you murmured a nervous apology.
“Both.”
“Undress.”
He locked the door to your suite, ensuring you wouldn’t be interrupted by any unwelcome visitors. He slid his jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his button-down before turning to watch your dress fall from your figure. It pooled around you at your feet, and you earned a hard stare as he waited for you to finish stripping.
“What’s your safe word?” Zemo asked as he closed your wrists together in leather cuffs.
“Draga.”
He tugged you forward by your bound wrists, causing your body to fall against his broad chest.
“You understand I am not doing this to be cruel?”
“Yes, sir.”
He bent you over the edge of the table, the glass top freezing against your skin. Your hands pressed against the glass under you, your head resting on the tabletop. It was just too high, your toes barely finding footing on the ground, leaving your entire backside on display and not awarding you any protection.
Zemo stared at you for several minutes, allowing you to grow even more uneasy. He saw goosebumps ride over your skin at the sound of his footsteps. You weren’t afraid of him, but you dreaded being punished, even though you knew that’s where you’d end up. You needed it, you couldn’t deny that, but it was always miserable.
He went to a box that kept your sex toys and various instruments inside, pulling it from the closet. You squirmed on the tabletop when you saw what he’d selected.
“I’m sorry,” you gasped, pushing yourself up with your hands.
“Get back down,” Zemo ordered sternly, completely fed up with your shit.
You were already in over your head, and you obeyed, not wanting to push the baron into torturing you further than necessary.
“No,” you choked as he unscrewed the jar he held.
His hand came down hard on your ass, just at the top of your thigh, pain blooming under the impact.
“Unless it’s your safe word, you will keep your mouth shut.”
You nodded meekly, biting back a cry of pain as he rubbed capsaicin cream on your sex, making you feel like you were being set on fire. He reserved it for your severe transgressions, knowing it hurt instantly and would leave you crying until he cleaned it off of your skin.
Your breathless gasp of pain hurt Zemo, and he was thankful you weren’t looking at him when he physically winced. He was serious about respect, and you needed to be punished, though he hated seeing you in pain, especially when you didn’t want it.
You flinched as he struck you with the leather strap in his hand. It was far more forceful than when he was spanking you for pleasure, the leather biting into your delicate skin. There was power behind his aim, practiced so he didn’t leave you injured, but enough to truly instill his discipline.
You dragged your fingers against the glass under you as he delivered several blows in fast succession. You felt like the burning in your skin was swallowing you, the pain receptors in your brain screaming. You forced yourself not to cry out, your breathing hard and unsteady. Tears slid down your cheeks and collected on the glass under your head as pink welts rose on your skin, white hot pain streaking through the skin as he hit the same spots.
Zemo swallowed thickly as you finally screamed, the burning on your clit and sex becoming so intense that you couldn’t contain the expression of pain. You writhed each time he hit you, physically unable to remain still.
You didn’t want him to be disappointed in you. You regretted your behavior, and you felt small and weak underneath him as he disciplined you. The pain scared you, fraying your nerves. You waited until it started to numb, but it never did.
“Draga!” You shouted, the word sharp in Zemo’s ears.
He set down the strap and immediately cleaned the capsaicin cream from your skin, the burning subsiding on your sex. Your ass and the back of your thighs were still horribly painful, red welts raised over the rosy, bruised skin that was hot to the touch.
“I’m going to untie you in a second, my love, just hang on for me,” Zemo said softly, his tone soothing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you started to sob, the dam breaking. You folded in on yourself, weeping as Zemo gently rubbed your tender skin with pain relief gel.
“It’s alright, my love. I need you to breathe, you’re okay,” Zemo helped you stand, making sure you were steady on your feet before unbinding your wrists.
He held your face in his hands, and you leaned into his touch, gazing up at him with tearful eyes.
“I won’t disobey you like that again, please don’t hit me anymore,” you begged, your voice raw from crying. His heart broke at your words, though he knew it came from your subdrop, and you were confused, stuck in a cloudy head.
“I’m not, my love. We’re done, you took your punishment so well. I’m not angry, I just want to hold you. Will you let me?” Zemo asked, and you nodded, letting him pick you up. He was careful not to touch you anywhere that hurt, carrying you to the couch in the corner of the room.
He settled with you on his lap, your head buried in his chest. His arms snaked around you, holding you securely and gently rocking you, trying to calm you down.
He relaxed when your breathing evened out, and your eyes brightened. He handed you a glass of water, quietly encouraging you to drink. Your hands were no longer so shaky, and he brushed hair from your face.
“How are you feeling?” Zemo asked, setting the glass aside when you handed it back to him.
“Sore.”
“I’m sorry, love. I never meant to take it too far. Is there any way you could forgive me?”
You offered him a soft smile, knowing he feared truly hurting you. You touched his face, leaning up and giving him a kiss. Your fingers traced the curve of his jaw as you quietly told him that you loved him, and you were okay.
“I love you, more than anything. I hate to show you anything less than adoration.”
“I know. I won’t make you have to,” you promised, earning another kiss from your boyfriend.
The kiss slowly deepened, and you parted your lips, moaning softly. His tongue grazed yours before it became more sensual. His hand slid between your legs, gently stroking through your folds, replacing the discomfort with soft pleasure. He swallowed your tiny moans, easing two fingers past your tight ring of muscle as his thumb toyed with your clit.
“I want to make you feel good,” Zemo hummed, kissing down your jaw and throat. His lips pressed against your skin, making your arousal grow in a tight knot. Zemo’s fingers stroked your g-spot, knowing every inch of your body, expertly drawing pleasure from you.
“Zemo,” you whined into his neck, your face squeezing in as you felt pricks of electricity run through you.
“Let go, baby. I want to hear those beautiful sounds,” he hummed, his voice low. Your fingers gripped his white shirt and you came with a shudder, endorphins replacing the pain signals in your mind. You melted into Zemo, mewling softly as he continued to slowly finger you until you’d stopped shaking.
“Feel better?”
“Yes,” you sighed, laying your head in the curve of his shoulder.
“How about we clean up and have some dinner?”
You nodded, letting him carry you to a hot shower.
anon requested. dom Zemo + talking down to reader during an argument and then humiliating her about being turned on by it 😳 perhaps while he fucks her throat 😳😳
“I can handle myself, you didn’t need to intervene!” You snapped back at Zemo.
“You can’t! Do not be reckless!” He shouted at you.
“Zemo-”
You were abruptly interrupted by his hand around your throat, forcing you down to your knees.
“Do you see how fucking easy it is to control you?!” Zemo thundered in a dominating display of strength.
Your eyes widened, shocked by how easily he could manhandle you and get you to drop before him. You had overestimated yourself. You certainly thought that you were stronger than you were proving to be.
You were ashamed that the force made arousal flood through you, awakening a part of you that craved to be dominated. Zemo noticed, like he noticed everything.
“And you like it, don’t you? You filthy little slut, you love this!” Zemo sneered.
“Answer me!” The hand around your throat squeezed in a threat.
“Yes, sir...” another wave of heat washed through your body.
“What are you? I want to hear you say it.”
You swallowed hard, fighting back your tears as you submitted to the Baron.
“I’m a... a filthy little slut,” you forced the words past your lips, utterly humiliated.
You were mortified that this demonstration was turning you on, that you were growing aroused from it. Your eyes snapped to Bucky and Sam, who were leaning against the wall with glasses of bourbon, watching the scene unfold before them.
“You like it that they watch too? You really are a whore. Let’s give them something to look at, then!” Zemo ripped your dress from you like it was nothing.
Your cheeks burned in humiliation as Zemo bared your body in front of the other men and tapped the head of his cock against your lips. You didn’t part your lips immediately, still trying to wrap your mind around what was happening. Zemo was angry at you for going against orders and nearly dying when you weren’t strong enough to fight, and now, you were mostly naked on the floor, in front of the three men you worked for.
“Open your mouth or I’ll spank your soaked cunt in front of them too,” Zemo growled.
The threat had you immediately obeying, letting him bury himself down your throat, fucking you at a brutal pace that had you gagging. You’d let him fuck your mouth before, but never in such an aggressive, primal manner.
“You’re a weak, dirty little slut. You can’t fight us, or our enemies; it took nothing to bring you to your knees. Maybe we should just keep you here as our little toy, sucking cock is all you’re good at.”
Tears blinded your vision as he drilled into your throat, making you choke around him. His hand gripped your hair, holding your head still, the other slapping your tits, making you jolt and squeal. You could hear the other men touching themselves to the sight of you, moaning when Zemo was rough with you. You obediently kept your hands behind your back, not wanting to further your punishment.
You had completely soaked through the cotton that hugged your sex, dripping on the floor and making a mess. Zemo pointed it out, loving to humiliate you and watch your body react to it.
A startled gasp escaped you when Zemo tugged your head back by your hair, just as he started to throb. You flinched back from him as he came all over your face and chest, making your skin sticky. It mixed with your tears, and you looked even more pathetic than before.
“You’re going to kneel here, covered in my come, and think about how you’ve acted. This is how disobedient, reckless little sluts are treated until they learn their place!” Zemo snapped, sending a shudder rolling down your spine.
You closed your eyes, the cold tile floors biting into your knees. You would’ve been freezing if not for their gazes on you, keeping your body hot with embarrassment. Zemo knew exactly how to ensure you wouldn’t disobey orders, putting you in your place, and on display for everyone to witness.
Zemo made you kneel there, in the middle of the living room, for hours while they worked, openly staring at you every once in a while.
“Go clean yourself up,” Zemo ordered as they finished working and headed toward the kitchen to make dinner.
You scrambled to your feet, nearly toppling over as unsteadiness knocked you off balance. Zemo’s cold gaze sent you running for your shared suite.
You retreated to the safety of your shower, washing away the shameful punishment of your behavior. You spent longer than necessary under the water, taking the time to recover from your fractured headspace.
You changed into a robe, wanting to stay warm before Zemo expected you naked in your bed that night.
You jumped as he grasped your jaw, making you look up at him.
“You do not disobey me from now on, or this evening will feel like a blessing. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” you didn’t hesitate, your voice broken from your raw throat.
“Good. Now give me this,” he pulled the tie of your robe open. He landed a slap to your ass as you made your way to the bed.
Summary: Just a continuation of the shameless smut. I'm not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This is the final chapter! I hope you have all enjoyed this, please let me know! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and reblogged. It means a lot! 🥰
Need to know: Dom! Bucky, Dom! Zemo, praise kink, orgasm delay/denial, double penetration, after care, feelings, no use of y/n
Please do not copy or post this anywhere.
Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad.
As you approached Zemo, he sat on the edge of the table. You stood between his legs, your body tingling as he looked down on you expectantly. The luxurious feel of cashmere under your fingers as your hands glided over his chest made you sigh. You could imagine yourself wrapped up in his arms, asleep on his chest in some big castle he no doubt owned. However, Zemo’s hands roaming over your body brought you out of your reverie, and you pulled the sweater over his head. Your hands admired his toned muscles for a moment before moving lower to remove his pants.
You paused and gave him a mischievous grin before you lowered his underwear and let his throbbing erection spring free.
Even though it had only been a day, to Zemo, it felt like it had been years that he had been waiting for you to finally touch him. The anticipation of the moment was enough to make him lose a fraction of control as his cock twitched in the air. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from begging you to touch him; he was supposed to be in control now.
As you lightly wrapped your hand around his length, you leaned in to kiss his chest, enjoying the rumble of the moan he let out almost immediately. Your lips traveled lightly over his collarbone on route to his neck as you slowly worked your hand over his shaft, spreading the precum over his impressive length.
How dare he condescend to you about being wet when this was the state he was in. He was starving for it. Absolutely ravenous for your touch.
You tightened your grip a little more as his hands slid up under your shirt, grasping your breasts. His hands weren’t as rough as Bucky’s, and you imagined he never did a day of physical labor in his life. Your pussy throbbed a little at the thought; money and power are sexy.
To your dissatisfaction, he regained the little bit of control that had slipped and simply hummed in pleasure in response to your movements. That all went right back out the window when you slowly drug your hand from the base of his cock to the tip, firmly pressing your thumb into the prominent vein on the underside of his penis. Your tongue mirroring the movement on his neck. When your hand reached the head of his cock, you swirled your palm around it and twisted your tongue in tantalizing circles under his ear.
You smiled as his hips thrust upward, begging for more friction, and he let out a string of moans and what you were sure were expletives in Sokovian.
A sharp pain in your scalp ripped the self-satisfied smile off of your face as Bucky pulled you, by your hair, away from Zemo and against his chest. Your hands flew up in a futile attempt to try and pry him off.
“What did I tell you about teasing?” He asked flatly.
“It’s not nice.” You responded quickly, standing on your toes to try and relieve the pain in your scalp.
“Are you going to make me tell you to play nicely again? You know I don’t like to repeat myself.”
“No, I promise. I won’t do it again.”
He pushed you onto your knees in front of Zemo, and you sighed as he released your hair, smoothing it down lovingly instead.
“I’m sorry,” you said to Zemo, looking up at him from the floor. You slid your hands over his thighs as you gently licked the head of his cock. Your hand wrapped around the base, and you ran your tongue up the vein you had teased, drawing a hiss from his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
The phrase coming from him, in his accented tongue, sent a thrill through your body, and you clenched your thighs, searching for some slight relief. You were tired of teasing now; you wanted them to ruin you.
Without warning, you took his length down your throat, your nose pushing against his pelvis. His hands immediately tangled in your hair, and Bucky moved his hands out of the way.
You moved your mouth gloriously over Zemo’s length; every moan and gasp he rewarded you with, making you squirm with pleasure. Your body was a live wire, one-touch, and you would be off.
Bucky knelt down beside you and whispered praise in your ear as he rubbed circles on your back. Even that little bit of physical touch had your hands in a death grip around Zemo’s thighs to keep from touching yourself. When you pulled off of Zemo for a second to take a breath, you met Bucky’s lust-blown eyes and saw his hand moving slowly over his own erection. You moaned at the sight, absolutely desperate for him.
Zemo forced your mouth back onto him, and you continued doling out his pleasure. You moaned around his shaft when you felt Bucky’s hands on your hips slowly moving closer to your center. He sunk two fingers into your wet folds, almost making you cry.
“This horny from sucking another man’s cock, what am I going to do with you?” Bucky chided.
Zemo, quickly approaching his release, began thrusting harder into your mouth, relishing in the moans that Bucky was drawing from you.
As Bucky backed off, threatening to leave you hanging again, you pushed off of Zemo and drew in a deep breath. His eyes flashed with annoyance but quickly shifted when between breaths, you said, “Zemo, I want you. I want to show you how good I can be.”
Zemo’s eyes widened a fraction, and he looked at Bucky, who, without taking his searing gaze off of you, reached in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, threw it to him, and said, “don’t be gentle. She’s been bad today.”
As Zemo tore into the condom wrapper, Bucky helped you to your feet and turned you to face him, pulling you into a dizzying kiss.
Your toes curled in response to his tongue sliding over the roof of your mouth as he kissed you possessively, reminding you who you belonged to. Despite your own aching need, all you wanted to do in that moment was show him how much you loved him.
“You have too much clothes on,” you whispered against his lips as you started removing his pants. He pulled his shirt over his head, and the flex of his muscles made your heart skip a beat. Your hands roamed over his muscled frame as you placed kisses over the scars on his chest.
Zemo pressed against you impatiently, and you turned to him, grabbing his lips in an unexpected kiss.
The intimacy that he hadn’t felt in so long broke Zemo’s patience. He swiftly picked you up, his hands digging roughly into the soft flesh of your thighs. You deepened your kiss, exploring the inside of his mouth as you wrapped your legs tightly around him.
With one arm wrapped around Zemo’s neck, your other instinctively reached out for Bucky. You found his hand, and as Zemo carried you over to the couch, you drug Bucky along.
Hoping Bucky wouldn’t hear you, you whispered in Zemo’s ear, “Are you going to let me come on your cock?”
His response was a groan as he bit your shoulder, leaving a clear mark. He dropped you onto the couch, and both men took a seat on either side of you.
You realized you still had your shirt on and quickly discarded it before turning to Bucky for further instruction. He turned your head gently in Zemo’s direction.
“On your knees, darling,” Zemo commanded.
You obeyed without hesitation, positioning yourself between them on the couch on your hands and knees.
Zemo moved to position himself behind you, his hands trailing appreciatively over the curves of your ass. You didn’t think you could be any more desperate for him to enter you. Your body tensed as his hand caressed your hip, and you felt him line himself up with your entrance. When he didn’t move, you wiggled your hips back in an attempt to force him inside of you. His hand came down swiftly across your ass, and you yelped at the unexpected sting.
Bucky caressed your face gently, “ask him nicely, and he’ll give you what you want.”
“Please, Zemo,” you begged.
“Please, what?” Zemo taunted.
“Please, Baron, please fuck me.” You continued begging him with broken whispers as he slowly slid into you. The stretch of his cock felt delicious, and the sensation was heightened as you stared into Bucky’s eyes, never breaking eye contact with him.
Bucky groaned as he worked his hand over his own length while watching your eyes dilate in response to the pleasure. As your mouth dropped open in a silent moan when Zemo was fully sheathed inside you, Bucky leaned forward and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. With his face close to yours, he said, “You do not have my permission.”
Of course, he had heard your whispered beg to Zemo; you were foolish to think he wouldn’t. You huffed in protest, but before you could beg him, he shoved his cock in your mouth.
You were determined to show them both how good you could be, hoping they would finally grant you your release. You hollowed your cheeks and moved your mouth rapidly over Bucky’s cock, but your movements faltered as Zemo picked up his pace, snapping his hips into you roughly. Bucky gathered your hair in a tight ponytail in his fist and took over, using your mouth and your throat for his own pleasure.
Zemo’s hands alternated between teasing your clit and gripping your hips with a strength you hadn’t realized he had. You wished you could see his face as he sang down praises.
“Look at you, such a good little cock slut, gripping me so tight.” He swore as you pressed your hips back to match his thrust. You knew he couldn’t possibly last much longer; you didn’t know how he was lasting as long as he was.
His thumb danced around your clit, making you moan over and over again on Bucky’s cock. You both hoped Bucky would give you permission to let go, but he ignored your impending orgasm as he continued to fuck your face.
Unable to speak, you opened your eyes and looked up at Bucky. He could see the need burning in your eyes, but all he did was smirk down at you. Zemo’s fingers were unrelenting as you tried to control yourself. The knot they had wound up inside of you, impossibly tight, was starting to come undone. You reached up and clawed at Bucky’s chest, leaving angry red marks on his flesh.
He growled in ecstasy, the sound hitting you with a wave of pleasure. “I said no,” he scolded you, his voice strangled with lust as you pushed him to the edge.
Zemo removed his fingers at the same time, and tears pooled in your eyes. Bucky wiped them off with his thumb as they fell down your cheeks. “Fuck doll, you’re doing so good, so good for me.” His hips faltered as he sent ropes of cum down your throat. The little bit of praise was all you needed to keep you going, and you hungrily swallowed everything he gave you, letting out a slight whine when he pulled out of your mouth.
Zemo’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled out of you briefly to flip you on your back. He needed to see your face, needed to feel the intimacy you had shown him earlier. He pulled your hips toward him, and Bucky sat down so you could rest your head on his lap. Zemo leaned down to kiss you, not caring that he could taste Bucky on your tongue. The passion behind the kiss made your heartbreak a little bit for him. You could feel the desperation, the loneliness, the need to be one with another that he had been denied for so long.
He entered you again, the movement of his hips in stark contrast to the kiss. He lifted your hips off the couch, and the angle made your eyes roll back in your head.
“Just like that, please don’t stop,” you mewled. Then, when he picked up the pace, you threw your head back and met Bucky’s gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, doll.” His hands grazed over your body, adding to your pleasure. The love you felt from simply staring into his eyes was overwhelming, and you knew then that you couldn’t come, not until he was the one inside of you.
Zemo wasn’t making it easy for you as his hands roamed your body. In your desperate state, every inch was an erogenous zone.
You ripped your gaze from Bucky and fixed it on Zemo, granting him the intimacy he needed to get off.
When he moved one of his hands over your thigh and grazed the back of your knee, you nearly lost it.
“Fuck, Helmut!” you gasped, “give it to me, come for me, please.”
As soon as his first name passed through your lips, he let go, releasing into you with a gratified moan.
You watched his face, contorted with pleasure; he was beautiful like this.
When he caught his breath and slipped out of you, you sat up and kissed him lightly.
“Was I good?” The hint of a whine in your voice gave away what you were really asking.
Zemo nodded, “such a good girl.” His hand caressed your body tenderly.
You turned your head to look back at Bucky, waiting for his response.
“Come here,” he said as he moved off of the couch, leaving his spot open for you. You moved to the place he vacated, laying your back against the arm of the sofa. You looked up at him, smiling slightly at the red marks you had left on his chest.
Zemo moved off the couch, and Bucky settled himself over you, he was already hard again, and you bit your lip as you felt his length press against your leg.
“You were more than good; you were perfection, doll.” He muttered against your lips.
You spread your legs wider in anticipation, knowing that finally, he would give you what you wanted.
He began kissing down your body, pausing for a moment to show appreciation for your breasts, before making his way down to your hips. His light kisses on your hips and inner thighs almost made you cry again, but you knew better than to say anything when he was being nice.
Finally, his fingers spread you open, and his tongue delicately licked at your needy center. You were a mess; the only thoughts in your head were about how badly you needed to come. Your soul left your body when he gently sucked your clit into his mouth and inserted two fingers, immediately hitting your g-spot over and over again. You tried to tell Bucky how good he felt, but the words came out as incoherent moans and gasps. He stopped and looked at you. The sight of him between your legs, his eyes, lust blown and hungry, your sex glistening on his chin, and that devilish smirk on his lips was orgasmic on its own.
“Does that feel good, doll?”
“Fuck yes, please don’t stop.” You lifted your foot onto his shoulder, uselessly trying to push him back down.
He chuckled and planted a kiss on your ankle. “Are you going to come for me?”
All you could do was whimper.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Yes, Bucky, god yes.”
He was back at work before you finished getting the words out. His tongue traced figure 8’s over your clit, and his fingers furiously worked inside of you.
You gripped his hair, holding him in place as you let go, letting him guide you to the edge and gently begin to push you over.
Zemo returned, to your disappointment he had redressed. He knelt down beside you and covered your mouth with his, drowning out your moans as your orgasm hit you. The knot of pleasure finally snapping completely. Your vision blurred as Bucky drew out your high, continuing the come hither motion of his fingers. You tangled your free hand into Zemo’s hair, pulling him more forcefully against your lips.
The sensations soon became overwhelming, and you broke the kiss, “Buck--” you said breathlessly as you released the grip you forgot you had on his hair.
He pulled his fingers out and placed a quick kiss on the soft skin right above your sensitive clitoris. Zemo brushed your hair sweetly, and the gentle attentions of both men made your heart swell in your chest.
You sat up and climbed in Bucky’s lap, wrapping yourself around him tightly as you kissed him.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a grin.
“Let me show you how much I love you.” Your voice was laced with the ardent need to entangle your soul with his.
“Can you?” Bucky studied your face, looking for any hint of hesitancy.
You nodded your head yes, “I need your cock Bucky, please.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said before he kissed you, roughly this time. You reached down to guide him into you, but he stopped you.
“Don’t leave Zemo out.” He lifted you easily off of his lap. Then, he pointed you in the direction of the weapons table where the fun had initially started.
He followed behind you and walked to the middle of the table, pushing the plethora of pistols, assault rifles, and knives apart, leaving a space in the middle. He lifted you onto the table, and you laid back in the empty space.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he trailed one single finger from your neck down between the valley of your breasts and over your stomach. Like a matchstick striking against a flint stone, his finger relit the fire in your veins.
Zemo walked to the side of the table so he could stand near your head. He looked down on you, your soft naked form outlined by the cold, sharp metal of the weapons, and agreed with Bucky’s assessment.
Bucky didn’t waste any more time; he pulled your hips toward him and entered you swiftly. They both enjoyed watching your face, mouth dropping open and eyes shut tight before Bucky began rocking his hips into you, and you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth with a small whine.
Zemo knelt down and continued caressing your face while whispering the dirtiest things he could think of in your ear.
You grabbed his hand and forced it onto your breast, desperate for him to touch you in some way.
He obliged you and pinched and pulled at your nipples. The knot was back and quickly tightening as Bucky’s cock drug repeatedly over your most sensitive spots as he buried himself as deep inside you as he could. You weren’t trying to hold yourself back this time; you knew he wanted you to come for him.
The sounds Bucky was pulling from your chest were spurring on Zemo’s fingers over your breasts, and he started speaking to you in whispered Sokovian. You arched your back and let out a desperate whimper.
“Fuck, what are you saying to her? She’s gripping me like crazy.” Bucky moaned as your walls clenched around him again.
“I think she just enjoys my accent,” Zemo chuckled.
“Is that it, doll? Am I go to have to make Zemo whisper to you every time I fuck you now?”
The thought made you roll your hips, matching Bucky’s thrusts, trying to reach your end faster. You had already been doubting your ability to easily forget the mark the Baron had left on you. Having him once couldn’t possibly be enough.
“I think she wants to come,” Zemo observed matter of factly as his tongue danced around your ear.
The sensation made you pant, “Zemo, please….”
Zemo paused, surprised you were calling his name. “What do you want, my dear? Tell me.”
Bucky’s thumb began gently circling over your clit, and the only thing that you could make come out of your mouth was a string of breathy expletives. Zemo’s eyes flicked to Bucky for guidance. Your eyes were closed tight, so you didn’t see their exchange, but suddenly you felt a gentle pressure on your neck as Zemo wrapped his hand around it. Of course, Bucky would know what you wanted when you didn’t even really know yourself.
Your eyes flew open, and Zemo looked at you for reassurance.
“Harder,” your eyes were glued to Zemo’s, but your request was for both of them.
“As you wish.” Zemo slowly squeezed until your moans were coming out in sputters.
Bucky obliged as well, unwrapping your legs from around his waist and throwing them over his shoulders.
The smell of gun powder, sweat, sex, and Zemo’s clean cologne wafted around you as you tried to take gasping breaths each time Bucky pulled nearly all the way out of you and slammed back inside.
Your toes curled as you tried to hold off your orgasm.
When you felt Bucky’s thrusts start to become erratic and realized he had been reduced to a panting mess, muttering your name and “that’s my good girl,” repeatedly, you choked out his name.
Your strangled beg for release drew a deep moan from his lips. He was dizzyingly close to the edge, watching his cock slide in and out of you, knowing how desperate you were for him. “Look at me,” he managed to command. The devotion in your eyes as they fluttered open melted his heart; even with Zemo giving you pleasure, you still only had eyes for him.
“Show me how much you love me, doll.” His voice was sinfully sweet, dripping with love.
Zemo released his hold on your neck, and as you took in big gasping breaths, you let the tension in your body go.
“Oh god, I love you so much, Buck. Only you.” Your words came out choppy but clear enough for Bucky to hear as you came around him, sending him over the edge.
He pulled you up to wrap his strong arms around you.“I know. I love you too. You’re so good to me.” He spoke to you between the kisses he placed on your nose, cheeks, and lips. “Don’t move,” he said as he pulled away from you, quickly redressed, and left the room.
His absence made your heart ache; you couldn’t stand to be separated from his physical touch.
Before you could jump off the table to follow him, he returned, handing you a cold bottle of water. As you let the cool liquid soothe your throat, Bucky cleaned up the mess they had made of you, running a warm washcloth gently over your skin.
Your heart was whole as you watched Bucky, these tender moments making you fall even deeper in love with him. You almost forgot Zemo was in the room. His gentle touch on the back of your head reminded you as he started running a brush through your tangled hair. You were touched, both at the intimate gesture from this acrimonious man and from the fact that Bucky thought to bring the brush back with him.
When they were done, Bucky kissed you tenderly and told you to get dressed before he left the room again.
You turned your head, searching for Zemo. He handed you your shirt, and you smiled at him as you shrugged back into it.
“That was…” he started awkwardly, handing you the rest of your clothes.
You redressed and then pulled him towards you, kissing him to reassure him everything was okay. “That was more than I could have ever dreamed of.”
“Agreed,” he whispered as he grabbed one of your hands that was absentmindedly running over his soft sweater.
The innocent touch made your heart race a little faster as your lips curled into a small smile.
“What were you saying to me when you were speaking Sokovian?”
A slight blush crept up his cheeks as he averted your gaze.
“Oh what, you're embarrassed now?” You chuckled, “After you’ve just had your dick down my throat and you just watched my boyfriend rail me, and--”
“I get it,” Zemo kissed you quickly to make you stop talking. “I was reciting a poem I memorized as a young man. I ran out of things to say.” He tried to shrug it off.
“I don’t think anyone has ever recited poetry to me during sex. What was the poem?”
His face turned down slightly, and you ran your fingers over the frown in an attempt to wipe it away.
“Das Schönste by Rose Ausländer.”
You brushed your hand encouragingly over his face, “can you recite it to me again, in English?”
He started to say no, so you added an irresistible please as you ran your fingers through his hair.
He cursed to himself, knowing you would have this power over him from now on. His hand traced random shapes across your back as he began.
“ I escape
in your magic tent
love
In the breathing forest
where grass tips
to bow
because
there is nothing more beautiful.”
Your tongue was like lead in your mouth, unable to form words in the silence that followed.
Bucky reentered the room and sauntered over to you. As Zemo dropped your hand, you swallowed the words that never came out, and the moment passed.
Bucky wrapped his arm around Zemo’s shoulders and your body hummed under his appreciative gaze.
“She’s special, isn’t she?”
Zemo nodded in agreement, “you’re a lucky man, James.”
“That I am.” He swooped you up with one fluid movement and spun you around, making you gasp and then giggle as he nibbled at your neck.
“Doll, look at the time. I told you, you were the distracting one.” Bucky shook his head as he put your gun holster back on and applied his own.
The goofy grin that only Bucky could put on your face faded slightly as you made eye contact with Zemo again. The stirring of emotion you felt when you looked at him didn’t make sense to you. Of course, it was just sex, great sex, but that’s all it was, all it ever could be.
“Okay, seriously, this time, what’s mine is yours,” Bucky waved his hand over the artillery, and Zemo selected the pistols he wanted.
“Let’s see what other kind of trouble we can get into tonight,” the mischievous glint returned to Zemo’s eyes.
The stoic mask of a man who held dangerous secrets settled over his face and calmed your fears. You returned his smirk and laced your fingers through Bucky’s metal ones as he led you from the room.
Summary: In preparation for the mission, you, Bucky, and Zemo get a little sidetracked.
Need to know: Dom!Bucky, Dom!Zemo, praise kink, orgasm delay/denial, no use of y/n
Please don’t copy or repost this anywhere.
Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad.
You were lounging on the bed, stretched out on your back. The tv was playing some drama, but you weren’t really watching it. Instead, your thoughts wandered as you absentmindedly played with the switchblade in your hand, flipping it open and closed repeatedly. The familiar sound of jaunty jazz music briefly caught your attention, letting you know the time as a late-night talk show started. Your eyelids were drooping, more from boredom than from sleepiness. You could still hear Sam and Bucky talking, or more accurately, arguing, downstairs as you drifted into a light sleep.
Sometime later, you awoke with a start as you felt the weight of Bucky’s body land on the bed next to you.
“Hey sleeping beauty, it’s time to go.”
“Finally,” you said through a yawn while you sat up to stretch. “What time is it?”
“A little after 2 am. Sam wouldn’t go to bed.”
You shrugged and turned to meet his eyes. He was still laying on the bed, propped up in his elbow. The look in his eyes mirrored the excitement you felt at the promise of a dangerous evening. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pressed your forehead to his.
“I do my best work in the middle of the night anyways.”
Bucky grinned, “you’re right about that.”
The rare, genuine grin made your heart flutter on a good day, and on days like today, it made you practically melt through the floor.
You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, tasting the expensive scotch that lingered there. Bucky only drank scotch when he was stressed, and the taste reminded you of how sexy he looked when he was mad; and how he liked to destress after the scotch glass was empty.
Your kiss became more forceful, and he kissed you back as he sat up and ran his hand over your thigh before he abruptly stood up and left you on the bed.
He walked to the closet and grabbed his boots. You watched him lustfully, the swagger of his simple movements, unnecessarily sexy. He rattled on about the plan as he sat on the settee in front of the bed, his back to you, to put his shoes on.
You crawled to the edge of the bed to sit behind him, innocently running your fingers through his hair. The plan sounded reckless, dangerous, and fun. The adrenaline that was already starting to make its way through your veins, mixed with the heady scent of Bucky’s cologne, was your own unique aphrodisiac.
The leathery scent of his cologne wafting off of his neck was practically begging you to come closer, and who could blame you when you began lightly kissing his neck. Your hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest. You kept your movements slow, taking time to enjoy the power that his thick muscles exuded under your small hands. You were far from weak, but you still balked at the way his chiseled body looked compared to yours. The fact that he could so easily overpower you; easily take whatever he wanted from you; easily force you to comply with his every demand with his physical strength had made you lust over him instantly. Who could have guessed that all he would need to keep you under his thumb was the hold he had had over your heart.
“Are you listening?” Bucky turned his head to look at you from the corner of his eye.
“Of course.” You kissed his cheek, and he continued going over the plan.
You continued trying to distract him, targeting the most sensitive spots of his neck. Your lips left light kisses followed by the quick teasing twirl of the tip of your tongue.
He leaned into you and closed his eyes but kept talking. Then, as your lips moved closer to his ear, he started to lose his train of thought. He could feel your lips part in a knowing smile before you ran the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and gently sucked his earlobe into your mouth.
“Fuck, doll,” he hissed.
Proud of yourself, you giggled tauntingly and started to repeat the movement. Finally, he spun around to face you, roughly pulling you by the hips off of the bed and into his lap.
His speed and strength never ceased to turn you on, and you gasped through your giggling.
“You’re very distracting, you know. I ought to make you stay here.”
“You’re the distracting one,” you mumbled in weak defense.
“Do you want to go or not?” He asked as his calloused fingers danced over the exposed skin of your midriff, tempting you to say no.
“Yes, I want to go,” you said with a sigh.
“Then be a good girl and go wake up Zemo and meet downstairs in the study.” He punctuated the order with a firm smack on your ass, knowing it would drive you crazy.
Using every ounce of self-control you had, you nodded your head and removed yourself from his lap.
“And remember to play nicely,” he added, making you smirk as you left the room.
**
Same as you, Zemo had fallen asleep waiting for the right time to leave the house. You crept into his room silently and sat on the edge of his bed. In the moonlight, you could just barely make out his face; he looked oddly innocent when he slept. For a moment, you wondered if the usual arrogant, cocky persona was all just for show. Then you reminded yourself that it didn’t matter; he was just a means to an end.
You ran your hand slowly but firmly up the inside of his leg as you whispered his name. He didn’t stir, so you climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself between his legs. You placed both hands on his thighs, caressing him and calling his name a little louder.
“If I pretend that I’m still asleep, will you keep doing that?” He asked as your hands moved over his inner thighs, so close to where he most desired your touch.
“Maybe,” you teased.
“Then consider me asleep,” he snapped, his eyes closed playfully.
You continued moving your hands higher up his inner thigh until you reached his hips, purposefully avoiding the prominent bulge in his pants.
He squirmed underneath you as you repeated the movement, making you lick your lips in desire.
You liked letting Bucky be dominant, but sometimes you craved the control Zemo was handing over to you. Knowing you had the power to make him - a Baron, a man so cunning and lethal that Sam had called him ‘one of the most dangerous men in the world’ - knowing that you could make that man fall to pieces was almost as euphoric as relinquishing control of your body and soul over to Bucky. Still, a small part of you wished that he would flip you over on your back and take what he wanted from you.
“Time to wake up before Bucky comes looking for us.” Without warning, you drug your fingers over the strained bulge in his pants with a feather-light touch.
He moaned your name, and the sound was so sweet that you had to jump off of the bed to keep yourself from straddling him right then.
He swore under his breath and met you at the door. “You’re trouble. I can see why James has to keep you under control.” Zemo’s finger trailed lightly down your arm as his words sent an excited chill down your spine. “How does he make you submit to him?”
You turned to him with a smug smile, your eyes flashing with a spark of tenacity. “He doesn’t make me do anything. I do it because I love him.”
**
As you led Zemo into the study where Bucky awaited you, your eyes grew wide. Bucky had laid out a plethora of weapons on the mahogany table in the middle of the room.
“Are we going to take out the entire town?” You asked as you joined his side.
“Only if necessary,” Bucky replied with a kiss on your forehead.
You grinned slightly at the tender gesture before turning back to the weapons laid out in front of you.
Your eyes scanned the display, looking for something in particular, your lips pulling down in a frown when you didn’t find it.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” Bucky grinned knowingly. He grabbed a box off of the desk behind him and opened it.
Your lips curled into a small smile as you ran your hands over the cool metal of your daggers and guns. Finally, you picked up your favorite, a 7-inch Fairbairn-Sykes dagger, and lightly ran your fingertip over the smooth blade.
Bucky watched you with rapt attention as if you were performing just for him. His eyes followed your every movement curiously as you put the dagger back, and your hand hovered over the other weapons. When you settled on a 9mm pistol, he nodded in approval.
Zemo observed silently from his position on the other side of the table; you were proving to be more interesting to him than he had anticipated.
He watched as Bucky put the box back on the desk and turned back around with ammo and a gun holster in his hands. When Bucky grabbed your wrist and slowly inserted the magazine into the pistol without breaking eye contact with you, Zemo almost looked away, feeling like he was intruding.
The contrasting feeling of the icy vibranium hand that gripped your wrist and the warm touch of Bucky’s flesh hand on yours; the way his fingers moved delicately over the magazine before he pushed it into place; the way his eyes, filled with excitement and adoration, said everything you ever needed to know about how he felt about you - made you dizzy with want.
Your breath hitched as the click of the magazine punctuated the sexual tension radiating between you. Bucky smirked, and you felt slightly embarrassed by how everything this man did seemed to light a fire within you.
The feeling of embarrassment vacated your body, replaced with more desire, when he lightly grabbed your hips and turned you around, your back flush against his chest. Your gaze caught Zemo’s across the table.
Neither you nor Zemo broke eye contact as Bucky knelt down, his hands never leaving your body, to fasten the gun holster to your thigh. Zemo tried to keep his face emotionless, but his eyes betrayed the absolute hunger he felt for you.
You smirked when Zemo broke first, his eyes leaving yours to rake down your body. “See anything you like?” you quipped with a sly grin.
Zemo’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and you nodded in the direction of the weapons table.
Bucky looked up and saw the smug look on your face; he followed your gaze and saw the need on Zemo’s.
He was surprised at the rush of adrenaline and the twitch of his cock in response. You indeed had a hold over him. He always gave you what you wanted.
He stopped fastening the holster and let it drop to the floor. He ran his hands tantalizingly up your thighs. His voice was dark with lust when he spoke, “Zemo, please, what's mine is yours.”
You looked down at Bucky, the question in your eyes clear to him. He nodded slightly, sending sparks of exhilaration and anticipation flying through you. Bucky somehow always knew what you wanted. No, what you needed.
Zemo stared at the both of you from across the table, not sure if the invitation was just his own wishful thinking.
Bucky’s fingers lightly trailed over your clothed sex making you shiver. Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, beckoning Zemo forward.
Zemo’s stare suddenly felt dangerous as he looked down on you, his eyes predatory and intent. A brief thought about how sexy he must look when he’s mad flitted through your mind.The rush of fear sent goosebumps across your skin. If you weren’t wet before, you certainly were now.
“Don’t you want to touch her?” Bucky further encouraged as he stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders.
Zemo reached out to touch you. But, before making contact with the white lace of your underwear, he looked in your eyes, seeking your permission.
“Go ahead, she’s going to be a good girl now, right doll?” Bucky’s voice purred in your ear, and you bit your lip as you nodded your head in agreement.
Bucky’s fingers trailed deliciously over your neck and your collar bone, teasing at rough touches that were to come.
“Use your words now, doll.”
“Yes, I’ll be good. Please.” Your voice started to get whiny as your desire for one of them to just get on with it already increased.
You didn’t know how Zemo had so much self-control after what you had put him through. Still, his lithe fingers moved achingly slow over the lace on your hip bone as he spoke to you, his voice condescending and barely above a whisper. “White lace? You are the farthest thing from innocent.”
You could feel Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk as he kissed your neck. You held your breath as Zemo’s fingers finally moved lower.
“So wet already,” Zemo murmured as his tongue swiped tauntingly over his bottom lip.
He moved his fingers teasingly, rubbing your clit at the same time that Bucky sucked your earlobe into his mouth, his teeth grazing against your skin.
“Fuck,” you breathed out as you pushed your hips forward, begging Zemo to touch you more.
“She is a needy little thing,” Bucky said to Zemo as they both ignored your movements.
“Please, Bucky--” he cut you off by grabbing your face and turning it up towards him, smashing his lips to yours. He was enjoying this.
He broke the kiss and sat back against the desk behind him. “Begging to come already? You haven’t even taken care of our guest yet.”
With one swift movement, he pulled your jeans down and helped you step out of them. “Before we get to that, I think she deserves some punishment for her earlier actions. Don’t you agree?” Zemo spoke to Bucky as if you weren’t even in the room.
Bucky agreed and pulled you back into his lap. You let out a small whimper as his hardness pressed into your ass. He shushed you sweetly as he ran his hands over your thighs. Then, he grabbed your right leg roughly and hoisted it across his own, leaving you open and exposed to Zemo.
Your heart was thumping madly; they might just kill you tonight, but what a way to go.
Zemo’s fingers ghosted over your skin, frustrating the hell out of you. You tried to move into his touch to get more friction, but he left you unsatisfied every time.
“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you?” The cockiness of his feigned innocence made the question sound like a taunt.
“I do. I do want you to touch me.”
“Oh, you do? I don’t know if you deserve it after how you treated me today.”
You licked your lips at the memory, “did you touch yourself and think about my fingers buried in my pussy?” The curiosity had been killing you, and you had to ask, despite knowing the reaction it would get you.
Bucky forcefully grabbed your face and tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re not in charge anymore, baby girl, behave.”
He released you, and Zemo replaced his hand with his own, pulling you closer to him so he could whisper in your ear.
“Of course I did. Do you know how hard it was to keep from fucking you senseless into that couch?”
You moaned in response, his need making you throb.
“Oh, you’d like that, would you?”
“Zemo, please, please touch me,” you whimpered.
Finally, finally, Zemo sunk his fingers below the waistband of your underwear and touched your forbidden sex. He mimicked the movements he had seen you make on yourself earlier in the day, making your head spin.
Bucky held down your hips with one arm, keeping you from trying to grind harder against Zemo’s fingers. His free hand absentmindedly teased your nipples through the fabric of your shirt while he whispered in your ear, praising you for being so good.
In no time, the stimulation was overwhelming, and you were teetering on the edge of release. Your head was thrown back against Bucky’s shoulder, and your eyes closed tight as you rode out the pleasure.
“Eyes open doll, Zemo wants to see how good he’s making you feel.”
You obeyed, and the sight of Zemo’s hungry eyes watching you as his free hand palmed at the straining bulge in his pants pushed you right to the edge.
His name left your mouth in a filthy moan, and Zemo almost couldn’t make himself stop, but Bucky’s tap on his arm told him to remove his fingers, and he complied.
You groaned in frustration as your orgasm slowly crept farther and farther away from you.
Seeing the opportunity to get what you wanted, you gazed into Zemo’s yearning eyes, “Zemo, please,” you begged,your voice laced with sex, “don’t you want to hear me moan your name as you make me come?”
Zemo let out a low moan as he rubbed himself a little faster.
Bucky tsked disapprovingly in your ear, “why do you insist on making me punish you? You know I only want to make you feel good, but you just can’t behave.”
“I’m sorry, I just need--”
“I know what you need,” he said gruffly, “now sit here and take your punishment like a good girl.”
Bucky’s words kept you close to the edge, and as Zemo tugged your underwear off and settled his face between your legs, you were already close to toppling over again.
Your right leg resumed its position over Bucky’s thick thigh, and Zemo lifted your left leg over his shoulder.
Bucky easily supported your weight with the arm wrapped around your waist, and you completely gave yourself over to Zemo’s ministrations. His tongue felt like heaven on your desperately wet folds. He alternated between long, languid strokes of his tongue and little short rapid ones over your sensitive clit. The only two words in your vocabulary at that moment were fuck and please.
The short rapid strokes gave you hope that he would get lost in his own pleasure and accidentally send you plunging over the edge, but he somehow always knew when to stop.
Bucky held your wrists, keeping you irritatingly still. All you could do was writhe and moan under Zemo’s tongue.
His tongue began moving rapidly again. This time his fingers joined, and you thought for sure he would grant your release. But you couldn’t even get the words out of your mouth before Bucky shortly said, “No.”
Zemo didn’t stop, though, and you were past the point of no return. So you let your body relax, resigning yourself to whatever punishment would come from cumming without permission.
He took you higher and higher; the moan of pleasure started to build deep in your belly and travel quickly up through your chest. Then, just as it was about to be released, Zemo retreated, withdrawing all stimulation and your moan turned into a strangled cry of despair.
The ruined orgasm moved through your body weakly, giving you not one ounce of pleasure.
“Oh, look at you; so beautiful,” Zemo hummed, his face still between your legs.
His warm breath made you twitch in Bucky’s arms. Anger at Zemo started to grow inside you; you hadn’t been this cruel to him.The condescending tone of his voice and the smug look on his face made you want to hit him. However, you remained still, wanting to please Bucky.
You turned your face to him, your breathing still erratic, “Bucky, please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
Bucky pretended to think about the answer for a moment, keeping you in suspense. Finally, he looked down at you sitting on his lap, dripping and desperate, and Zemo on his knees, palming at his erection while staring at your pussy. You felt his cock twitch underneath you, and you ground your ass against it.
His hands gripped you tighter, “you haven’t earned that yet, doll, now stop moving.” When you obeyed, he released your hands; you balled them into fists to keep from touching him. “That’s better. To answer your question...you’ve been better.” Your heart sank. “Don’t you think it would be rude to come before our guest?”
You didn’t care, but you verbally agreed with him anyway.
As your heart rate slowed a bit from the ruined orgasm, you watched Zemo back up and lean against the table, the artillery of weapons splayed out behind him. You remembered why you were in this situation in the first place. The dim lighting cascaded around his burly frame. The snug purple sweater he donned revealed the lithe muscles underneath when he crossed his arms over his chest. He cocked his head to the side, his chocolate eyes drawing you in like a lamb to slaughter. The perfectly styled coif of chestnut hair; the haughty look that was permanently etched on his face; the air of aristocratic superiority that hung around his every action; he looked absolutely sinful. You felt a twinge of guilt at how turned on you were by him and looked up at Bucky to make sure you were still on the same page. You knew each other’s safe words, but this was uncharted territory for the both of you, and you had to be sure.
He kissed your nose and pushed you off of his lap, sending you towards the waiting Baron.
