I stand under the spray of the shower, soaking up the warmth.

I keep thinking about what Zemo had said.

What I do here doesn't effect the really world.
My world.

But at some point I'm going to end up going back.
And what then?
What is I get attached to him?
What is I don't want to leave when it's time to?

I turn off the water and get out of the tub to dry myself.

What if something I do ends up getting me killed?
Or him?

I shake the thought away as I throw on a greatly oversized hoodie and walk into the bedroom.

Zemo lays in the bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. He looks at me for a moment before speaking.

"I put all of your clothes into the dryer," he sits up slowly, "which leads me to believe that you aren't wearing anything under that."

I blush a bit but keep my composure as I sit on the other side of the bed and start brushing my hair with the brush I found.

"Maybe," I answer keeping my back to him.

His hand wraps around mine and takes the brush from me gently.

"Let me," he says softly as he drags he brush through my hair.

I close my eyes and relax as he pulls the brush through my wet hair. There are a few knots, but the gets those out easily.

Once he's done he tosses the brush to the top of the bed.

"I have a question," he says, brushing all of my hair to my left shoulder.

"What's up?" I feel his lips ghost my neck.

"If I asked you to ride my thigh again, would you do it?"

Breathing?
Don't know her.

"I uh I don't know," I squeak out, "are you asking me to?"

"Yes," he breathes against my skin.

I tilt my head, giving him better access to my neck.

"Would you do it?" He whispers.

"Yes," my voice is just as quiet.

He growls and turns me so that I'm facing him and makes me straddle his leg. He moves the hoodie so that there is nothing to hide the sight from him.

He grips my hip and moves me against him.

"Fuck," I whimper as a sudden shock of pleasure flashes through me.

I start to move my hips on my own and Zemo moves one of his hands to hold the hoodie up so he can see.

"Good girl," he coos as he watches my speed up.

The praise send butterflies fluttering in my stomach and warmth to my core.

"Someone likes being praise," he chuckle looking up at my face, "good because I will praise you in every way, Darling."

I blush before he presses me down harder onto his thigh.

"Helmut," I moan quietly.

"That's it, Darling," he breathes as I move faster again, "pleasure yourself on me. Good girl."

A knot begins to coil in my stomach.

I moan as I toss my head back, grinding harder against him.

"I'm gonna cum," I whimper.

"Look at me," Zemo orders.

I lower my head again, meeting his gaze.

He grabs the back of my neck with his free hand, making sure I don't look away.

"Cum, Darling," he rests our foreheads together, "cum for me. Keep your eyes on me as you do."

"Fuck," I moan again as I cum, spasming on him as I try to keep my eyes open.

"Good girl," he coos as I slow down, "good girl."

He pulls me in for a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Want me to help you?" I ask between the kiss.

"God please," he pulls me closer.

I reach into his sweats and stroke him as he starts to move my hips again. I whimper into the kiss from over stimulation.

He stops moving my hips for me, but I start the movement back up, still whimpering a bit. I'm sensitive, but it just makes it better.

"Faster," he gasps into my mouth.

I move my hand faster as I continue to ride him. Another orgasm builds quickly.

"Fuck, don't stop, Darling," he moves his lips to my neck, pushing my hips down more.

"Oh fuck," I cum without warning, shuttering against his touch.

I stop moving my hand and get off of him, causing him to groan.

I get on my knees at the edge of the bed, between his legs. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but there's no way in hell I'm going to stop.

"Darling, you don't have to-" he stops short as I take the tip into my mouth, lowering my head slowly, "fuck, nevermind, don't stop."

He grips my hair into a ponytail and guides my head as I bob my head quickly. He throws his head back in pleasure as I look up at him, watching him come undone.

God. How can a man be so damn beautiful?

He looks back down at me and holds my gaze. I can feel him twitch in my mouth.

He tries to pull my head away but I keep going, moving my head faster, his moans encouraging me.

"Fuck," he moans, holding my head in place.

I can feel his warm cum spurt down my throat and in my mouth and I moan at the taste.

I pull off of him slowly, careful not to let a drop fall, and swallow.

He pulls my face back up to his and kisses me again, tongue dominating mine.

If that isn't the hottest thing a man can do after a blowjob, I don't know what is.

"How are you so god damn perfect?" He says as we pull away for air.

"Trust me, I'm far from it," I giggle a bit.

"Not to me."

God this man.

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