His hand goes further up my side, thumb coming to caress the underside of my left breast, as his lips connect with my neck. He leaves a trail of wet kisses from my collarbone up to my jaw and cheek.

I push at his chest and he pulls away only for a second before leaning in for my lips.

I react quick and use my hand to cover his mouth.

"Stop," I say still gasping for breath.

He quirks a brow up questioningly.

"You literally just met me," I say, my breathing finally becoming steady, "and now you're trying to fuck me."

He tilts his head to the side a bit, amusement in his gaze, as he takes my wrist to move my hand away from his mouth.

"And you do not want me to?" He asks, his thumb sliding across the soft skin of my breast.

Fuck yes I do.

"No," I answer, keeping my voice even, "it's not right."

God I'm literally being my own cock block.

"Fine," his hand slides back down to my hip, giving it a small squeeze, "I'm not going to force you."

He removes his leg completely from between me and glances down with a smirk.

I glace down and I can feel my face glowing red. There's a very visible, very large, wet spot on his sweatpants from my orgasm, along with a good sized erection tented in his pants.

"I suppose I'll need to change these," he says, his voice giving away the pride he has for making me come undone, "and take care of that."

I look back up at his face to glare at him, but find him already staring at me.

"Would you help me with it?" He asks, his voice dripping with lust, "or must I do it myself?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to handle that yourself, Zemo," I push him away and leave the room quickly, heading back to the living room.

He just made me cum.
Zemo just made me cum.
Baron Helmut Zemo just made me fucking cum!
And he wanted me to help him get off too!

Holy fuck!!

I can feel the traces of my orgasm on my legs and core as I pace back and forth and it makes me hot and bothered again knowing that it was his doing, and that he might be up stairs masturbating to the thought of me.

God I should have stayed!

No! I made the right choice! We just met! I don't need to be fucking a man I just met!

I hear a moan from upstairs and I stop dead in my tracks.

I hear it again and I can feel butterflies in my stomach and heat in my core.

Fuck!

He really is masturbating.

And his moans!
Oh my fucking god!

I go to the sink and splash cold water on my face.

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Wake up you stupid bitch!

This is all a dream!

I pinch my arm hard to the point where I almost cry, but still, nothing.

Why won't I wake up!?

This can't be real! Things like this don't just happen!!

I look at the clock in the microwave.

11pm.

I shut off the water and grab my phone from the counter after drying off my face. I lay down on the couch facing the back of it, pulling my knees to my chest as I curl up into the small throw pillows.

I can still hear Zemo's faint moans coming from above me. I squeeze my eyes closed and try to ignore it but it seems like it goes on for hours.

The man has stamina, I'll give him that.

I must have fallen asleep because I awake slightly as something soft and warm is placed over me.
A blanket.

I can hear Zemo walk away, but I fade back into unconsciousness just as quickly as I had come out of it.

When I wake again, it's to the sounds and smells of breakfast being made.

I stretch as I sit up slowly, taking a moment to remember where I am, before I look over the back of the couch to see Zemo cooking.

I get up and cautiously make my way to the bar counter to watch him from the other side. He doesn't turn around for a few minutes allowing me to watch him in silence as he works. He's in a different pair of sweatpants from last night and is again shirtless. The muscles in his back shift as he goes about making breakfast and I can't rip my eyes away.

"Good morning," he says when he finally does turn around.

"Morning," I mumble looking down at the counter.

There's a pause. Neither of us say anything, but I can feel his eyes on me.

"I want to apologize for last night," Zemo breaks the silence first, "I shouldn't have done that, especially not without your permission. I'm not sure what came over me."

I look up and find his eyes. They show me that his apology is genuine.

"It uh- it's okay," I look back at the counter, "I just wasn't ready for that."

He hums in response before going back to cooking.

Again, silence engulfs the room momentarily.

"So when are you going to Berlin?" I finally ask.

"We'll be going there in month," he answers, his back still to me so he can't see my mouth fall open, "it was the soonest I could get my.... colleagues to agree to meet me."

A month?
We're going to be in this cabin together for a month?

He turns to me and a slight smirk plays on his lips before he turns back away.

"If you leave you mouth open like that, Darling, I might get the wrong idea."

What?
What does he mean-

WAIT!

OH THE SLY BASTARD!

I close my mouth so fast my teeth click together loud enough for Zemo to hear. He chuckles but doesn't turn back around.

An image on him making me suck him off suddenly pops into my head but I push it away as fast as I can. I don't need to be thinks mg about that. Especially not after last night.

I look at his back again and start to image what it would look like covered in hickeys and claw marks.

God what is wrong with me?!

No no no no!

Bad y/n!

Stop that!

I leave to counter and go to the fridge to get some milk so I can pour myself a glass. I open the cabinet to get a cup, standing on my tippy toes to try and reach it, but it's just out of my reach.

I feel a hand in my waist then see Zemo reach up and grab the cup for me. He hands it to me as he looks into my eyes.

A five inch difference has never made me feel so small as he towers over me. He he starts to lean in like he did last night, aiming for my lips.

I bring the cup up and stop him by pressing it to his mouth.

"Not a chance," I wiggle out of his hold and walk back over to the counter to pour my cup of milk. I put the milk away before jumping to sit on the counter.

Zemo watches me, his eyes shining with disappointment as I drink my milk.

God why did it have to be Zemo.

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