Helmut Zemo Oneshots

LIEBLING (SMUT)

Plot: Zemo had been aching to fuck you, his innocent girlfriend. When you tell him you let another man pay for your stuff at the store he finally gets his chance.

Warnings: Zemo gets called daddy, innocence kink, legal age gap, dom! zemo, sub! reader, slight thigh riding, very tiny bit of spit, loss of virginity, a little bit of jealousy, handjob, unprotected sex, tiny bit of possessive zemo, little bit of hair pulling, creampie

Translations: Liebling (darling)

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You didn't know how Zemo was addicted to your innocence, how his eyes watched your every move, how his cock twitched at the sight of you bending over to grab something or the way you were clueless of most things concerning physical intimacy. Everything you did teased him and the worst part was that you didn't even know. He wanted to be your first, the one to take away your innocence with you clenching around his cock with an orgasm. He wanted to claim you, to be the first and only one to bring you such intense pleasure. Zemo wasn't sure how long he'd last without making a move.

You walked into the living room. On your body was a short white dress, the hem of it softly brushing against the smooth soft skin of your upper thighs as you made your way over to the couch where he sat with a glass of whiskey in his hand. You sent him a smile as you sat down onto the plush couch next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before curling up into the side of his warm body, his free arm moving behind your body to pull you close, his fingers brushing against your ass.

"How was your day Helmut?" You asked your boyfriend as his fingertip traced a circle into the soft skin of your ass.

"It was fine my dear." He replied without elaboration, sipping his whiskey. You frowned at how unconversational he was currently being.

"Well my day was great! I stopped by the candy store to get you more turkish delights and this one man bought everything for me. It was so nice of him!" You smiled at the memory, trying to make conversation.

Your words caught Zemo's attention, his head turning to look at you. "And you let him?" There was a hint of jealousy in his voice and you couldn't understand why it was there.

You nodded. "Well of course, it was a kind gesture."

"I can provide for you just fine, Liebling, you don't need the help of some man you don't know." He said. "Have I not taken care of you well so far?"

"You have, Helmut! He was just being nice." You explained, frowning at his words. You saw nothing wrong with what had happened with the man, yet for some reason you felt guilty about it after seeing Zemo's reaction.

"I know Liebling, I know." His hand cupped your ass through your dress, making you squirm a bit. In the few months that you and Zemo had been dating he had never touched you like this. The warmth of his hand seeped through the thin fabric and you found yourself pushing further into his hand. "I bet you didn't even know his intentions, you're such an innocent little girl. You didn't even know he was trying to fuck you."

You almost whimpered at his words and felt wetness pooling between your thighs. You looked up at Zemo who placed down his glass on the side table and patted your ass gently. "Come onto my lap little one, you can make it up to daddy."

Nervously you crawled into his lap, his strong, warm hands gently guiding your body to the position he wanted you in which was you straddling him with his bulge pressing against your clothed pussy. Zemo's hands slid up under the hem of your dress, thumbs rubbing circles into the tops of your soft thighs as you rocked your body against his bulge on instinct. You didn't understand the need pooling between your thighs or the intense need for any contact that you felt, you had never experienced anything like this and Zemo seemed to know from the smirk on his face.