Zemo.
Cuz why TF not?
⚠️ Warning ⚠️
Little bit dub-con at first, size kink, loss of virginity, DOM!Zemo, choking, breeding kink, pain kink, degradation and praise kink, over stimulation.
Wow this is the first time that I felt I actually really needed to warn you what was in this shit. And when I say size kink, I mean size kink. This is a full grown adult, she is just tiny tiny.

I sit on my bed, reading away at the latest book in the Cruel Prince series.
But I'm not entirely focused.

My mind continues to wander to other things. Things involving a particular man.

His hands roaming my body, his body pressed into mine, his lips on my skin.

I groan and set my book aside, deciding to take a shower.

I get up from my bed and head to the jack and Jill bathroom that connects my room to another. Once inside I start the shower, letting it warm up as I undress.

I turn to the door that opens to the connected room.

Maybe I should leave it unlocked this time. Maybe he might decide to join me.

I shake the perverse thought out of my head and hurry to lock the door.

Like he would even try to come in.

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My hand hovers over the handle, debating on opening it, joining her.

Just as I grasp it, I hear the lock click and let out a sigh.

It's as if she means to tease me with every small move she makes, every shy gaze, every sweet laugh.
It's infuriating.

Infuriating that I can't have her.

I groan as I lay back on my bed harshly, images of her dancing in my head.

Her curves.
Her tiny frame.
Her hair.
Her eyes.
Her lips.

The thought of her lips around me, taking me as those stunning eyes look up at me innocently, plays through my mind sending a wave of desire through me and straight to my cock.

"Fuck," I groan as my trousers tighten.

A small noise brings my attention to the washroom door.

Again, it comes.

A small squeak?

I sit up, straining to make it out.

A whine?

I stand and slowly grow closer to the door, pressing my ear to it.

The sound come again, this time sending a flash of fresh arousal through my body.

It's moaning.

I pull my ear away.

She's pleasuring herself?
In a place I'm sure she is well aware I can hear her?

I press my ear to the door again, listening, a groan resonating in my chest as my trousers grow ever tighter.

She becomes louder, her moans mixing with small whimpers.

I begin to palm my painfully hard erection as I listen, imagining how much louder she might be were it to be myself pleasuring her.

I undo my belt and trousers, freeing myself with a sigh of relief followed by a groan as I begin to stroke myself.

I close my eyes, listening, imagining what it might feel like to be inside her. Her small body quivering and squirming beneath me as I make her take all of me.

"Baron~"

My eyes shoot open.

She's pleasuring herself to the thought of... Me?

"Shit," she whines then her moans become muffled as she tries to hide her noises.

I move my hand faster, groaning as I feel every muscle in my abdomen tighten, begging for release.

"Fuck~"

Her loud panting follows, and I know she's came. I quickly follow, groaning her name softly as I do.

"Shit," I look at the mess I've made in my hands and on the hardwood floor.

I tuck myself back in and walk to my desk to retrieve a tissue, wiping my hand clean then grab another and return to the door and clean the mess on the floor.

I sit on my bed and mull over what just happened, coming to just one, delicious conclusion.
She wants me just as I want her.

I hear the shower turn off and the door unlock a few minutes later.

I sit staring at the door, contemplating what I want to do next.

~~~

I go back to my room, towel wrapped around my body, and sift through my drawers for an over sized shirt and underwear.

"You know, Liebling," I jump and turn to the bathroom door where Zemo stands, leaning against the frame, "if you choose to pleasure yourself, perhaps you should be quieter."

My face heats up as I stare at him, unable to look away.

His eyes slide up and down my body, jaw set and expression stoic.

He's in a pair of khaki pants and a black turtleneck sweater and the only thing I can think of is tearing every piece of fabric off of him.

"I'm sorry," I say in a small voice as he begin to slowly walk towards me. I take a step back, my body pressing against the wall behind me.

"Now why would you apologize, when you were clearly moaning for me?" his voice is dangerously low as his hands come on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall as I clutch my towel. My head barely comes to his shoulders as he towers over me.

"I wasn't-"

"Don't lie to me, Liebling," he leans in, mere millimeters from my face, as he whispers, "I could hear you."

"I-"

"You moaned out for your Baron," his right hand comes to stroke my left cheek, "well here I am."

My body heats up as I feel his warm breath on my lips, teasing me.

He pries my hand from my towel and pulls both hands above my head, holding my wrists firmly in his left hand. His free hand goes to where my neck and jaw meet, thumb going beneath my chin to raise it so that I'm looking him in the eyes.

My breathing becomes heavier as he stares at me while removing my towel. I turn my head away in embarrassment as my face heats up again.

His hand goes back to where it was before, roughly turning my head back to him.

"Don't tell me you're going to be shy now, hase," he grins down at me, "not after you were so desperately moaning for me in the washroom."

I whimper and squirm a bit.

He presses his hips to me, holding me still, making me feel his erection against the middle of my abdomen.

His lips crash onto mine and I gasp, allowing him to push his tongue passed my lips, exploring and tasting every inch.

The kiss gets rougher and I moan, rubbing my thighs together as heat pools between them.

This is wrong. If James knew about this, he'd probably shoot me.

His knee forces it's way between my thighs and inlet out a whimper. My hips move on their own, my throbbing core desperate for attention.

He pulls away from the kiss pressing his lips to my ear. 

"That's it," I can feel him smirk against me, "ride my thigh like the pretty little slut you are. Make a mess."

Another whimper leaves me as I keep moving my hips, my eyes fluttering closed  as the pleasure washes over me.

"Keep going, hase," he orders roughly, hand still holding my head to face him, "make yourself cum. Show your Baron just how much you need him. How much you want his cock buried inside your tight little cunt."

A knot forms in my lower stomach, tightening with each grind of my hip.

"I'm gonna cum," my voice comes out small as my mouth gapes open.

"Yes, cum for me, Liebling" he growls, "cum for me like the perfect, moaning little whore you are."

A loud moan escapes me as the knot inside me snaps and I tighten around nothing, cumming hard onto him.

"Good girl," he praises and my eyes flutter back open, seeing him staring down at my face, "you look so fucking beautiful."

His lips find mine again, hungrily devouring them as he pulls me away from the wall and pushes me towards my bed.

Oh shit!
I've never done this before!

The back of my thighs hit the edge of the mattress, and he lifts me to throw me onto it. I let loose a small yelp as I bounce just before I watch as he swiftly removes his sweater and crawls on top of me, leaving kisses as he ventures farther up.

I hear him undo his belt and panic starts to set in.

"Zemo, wait!" I say rushed as I hear his pants are tossed somewhere in the room and he comes between my legs, "I've never done this before!"

"You'll be fine, Liebling," he says before kissing me roughly, his tip teasing my entrance as he glides his cock along my dripping folds.

He starts to push in and I cry out in pain.

"Stop! I can't!" My back arches in pain as a writhe beneath him and try to push him away.

"You can," he growls, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, the other goes to my waist and holds me still as he pushes further into me, "you need to relax."

I cry, tears flooding my eyes and pouring from my cheeks, at the pain of the intrusion.

He's far too big to fit inside me, yet he pushes farther. I feel like I'm being split open.

"I can't," I sob, praying that he will stop.

He just grunts and pushes deeper until I feel his hips meet mine.

"Fuck~" he moans, bringing the hand on my hip to my lower stomach and chuckling.

I look down through my tears and see then bump from how deep his cock is inside me.

"I told you, you could take me," he grunt as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, letting me feel every inch of him glide within me.

I whimpers as he thrusts slowly, tears still in the corner of my eyes and teeth gritted as each painful intrusion washes over my body.

He connects his lips to mine, continuing his movement and some where between when our lips touch to when he pulls away for air, the pain stops. Once he pulls away from my lips, a low moan leaves my throat.

He chuckles.

"Now weren't you just crying a moment ago?" He kisses my neck, "now listen to you, moaning like a little whore for your Baron."

"Faster," I gasp, my back arching in pleasure.

"Are you sure, hase?" he grins before moving one of my legs over his shoulder and pounding into me harder and faster.

I scream in pleasure at the new angle. His cock hitting that spot just right every time.

"Oh fuck!" I manage to choke out as he forces himself in and out of me. I feel the knot tighten again. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, cum all over me like a slut," he groans and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, sending me over the edge with a scream, "good girl."

He continues to praise me as he continues to fuck me senseless, never ceasing the brutal pace.

I writhe at the over stimulation, squirming beneath him.

His hand goes to my throat, leaning into my body. The leg on his shoulder forces my body to bend with him, allowing him deeper access as he thrusts.

"Fuck!" I gasp as another orgasm builds.

"Shit," he groans, tightening his grip on my throat, "I'm going to cum," he pressed a harsh kiss to my lips before pulling away slightly, "I'm going to fill your tight little cunt, and you're going to take every last drop of it."

"Not... On... Pill...." I manage through gasps.

The lack of oxygen is driving my body crazy, building my orgasm quickly as he keeps pounding into me.

"I don't care," he growls, "if you get pregnant, so be it."

The thought of him impregnating me sends an odd wave of arousal through me, making me clench around him as I moan.

"Oh?" He chuckles, "the idea excites you. My little slut has a breeding kink," he gets close the my face and growls, "good, because I will fill this cunt over and over again."

I whimper as I clench around him again. He moans loudly, thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Cum with me," he groans in my ear, "cum with me, my beautiful little Baroness."

My eyes roll back as my orgasm washes over me and I feel his cum spill into me. He continues to thrust, making sure I get every last drop as I milk him. He removes his hand from my throat and I gasp for air, chest heaving quickly.

"You did so good for me," he trails kisses from my cheek, down my neck, to the center of my chest and back, "so deliciously perfect for me."

He slowly pull out of me and I whimper at the emptiness. He looks down, watching his cum drip from me for a few seconds before taking his fingers and collecting it to push I back into me.

"All of it," he kisses my cheek as he gets up from the bed.

"You're leaving?" I asks quickly, worried.

"I'll be right back," he smiles.

He goes to the bathroom and returns a moment later with a rag in hand. He comes to me, and helps to clean me up, discards the rag then returns to me. He lays beside me, pulling me to him.

I curl up into his side, sighing contently, as I take in his scent.

"I'll let you rest now, my Love," he kisses my head then speaks into my hair, "but tomorrow, you're going to be making up for all the teasing you've been doing."

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Lots of nasty
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