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(Y/N) stared out of the window in a conflicted haze, hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself as you reflected on all the events that led you here. Though it had been a mere few weeks after what had transpired, it felt like a lifetime ago. It had all occurred so fast, one minute walking down the street from your bakery, heading home and reminiscing about the past. The next crossing paths with a man you hadn't seen in years, sharing tea and memories together. Then your home being attacked and destroyed again, only for the Flag Smashers to single you out and abduct you. He couldn't help but curse Karma for whatever joke the universe had against him in that moment. After Karli had kidnapped you, using you as bait to get to Helmut, Sam and Bucky, your safety had been put at risk. She would come back and try something new, cover all her tracks to make sure people listened, what they were capable of. Seeing you as a mere tool to further her goals, your life meant nothing to her. Zemo had discussed with Oeznik and had you sent to one of his many safe houses out of harm's way, explaining to his butler what had occurred, your bakery being destroyed and vandalised, Karli targeting you and threatening you. 

Unlike so many others, you got another fresh start, a stroke of luck that wasn't often given to others. Luckily you had been able to reclaim some of your belongings to make your new home appear somewhat familiar, as well as some precious family recipes you had previously owned. Memories of your mother, your grandparents and home, bringing you a sense of comfort, recovered from the chaos. Just as he promised, Zemo had once again helped you when you needed it most. Aside from the money, Zemo had sent to your family, as well as the mortgage you had put on the bakery, allowing you to claim insurance for the damages caused. You'd been compensated for the attack, thank god for your common sense. 

Sam and Bucky had promised to help restore your bakery and make amends for what had happened, they both felt responsible for entangling you in their problems which had nothing to do with you. Bucky had the same cold, silent anger radiating from him as Zemo, he'd been at the mercy of wicked men before, he could understand the pain of having what you loved, what was familiar ripped from you. While Sam had been more patient, Bucky's already thin veil of patience had become close to shattering. Karli attacking you to spite them and Zemo, which had put her on Zemo's shitlist, but due to them still being at large, you were in danger of them possibly coming after you for a second time. The bakery in Latvia had been your home for several years, you'd grown roots, regular customers, good business and a warm feeling that drew people to it. A family business you had restored since the fall of your home. They were men of their word, you knew they would never lie to you. 

Zemo had seen red the day you were kidnapped, something within him had snapped and he would make sure Karli paid for what she had done to you. (Y/N) remembered the intensity of the fire in those dark orbs after Bucky caught you. Caressing his fingers across your wounds, filled with guilt and sadness. The robe burns had healed nicely, leaving no scarring, the bruises had healed and nothing internally had been damaged, nor had your head after being knocked out. However, your mind had retained the memory of the trauma, you had learned to be cautious and at times could be jumpy. Sometimes you spaced out and your anxiety had increased, but you coped, taking one day at a time. But Oeznik and Zemo were always gentle with you, cautiously reading your body language, understanding your triggers and how to make you happy. After leaving you in the care of his butler, making sure no harm came to you. Zemo left with Sam and Bucky to deal with Karli and her minions, as well as Walker now that he had killed one of the flag smashers and followed the trail he had warned Sam and Bucky that Karli would also succumb to. After Karli had threatened you, using you as bait, she had tried to make him helpless, underestimating what Zemo was capable of, his morals. He was no Avenger, he was out for blood, he would make sure she suffered the same as you had. No mercy, no forgiveness, no amount of begging or crying would save her, she'd ignored you when you did the exact same thing. She had threatened your safety, your life, using you as a tool to get to him, which on her behalf had been the biggest mistake of her life. She would regret such a foolish gamble. 

"Mr (L/N), would you like some tea?" a kind voice asked, snapping you from your daze, he had left you to your own company, allowing you to feel comfortable and get used to his masters home. But sometimes he worried of how quiet you had become since your kidnapping, you had always been a shy boy, but now you closed in on yourself further. 

You flinched, as your brain dragged you back to reality, you'd been so lost in your own thoughts you'd forgotten he was here. (Y/N) turned to see Oeznik standing in the doorway with a kind but weary smile. Wondering how long he had been stood there and possibly speaking to you "Yes, yes thank you Oeznik…" you babbled awkwardly. (Y/N) tightened the grip around your body defensively, focusing on your words, talking helped, but sometimes the words just wouldn't come out. Learning to find your voice again. "I'm sorry…. This is all just…I mean… my bakery…" you mumbled, you couldn't believe it had happened, this was your life now, it had been mere weeks, yet you felt like a completely different person. Everything familiar and comforting had been ripped from under you, a whole life you had built after Sokovia had been destroyed so easily. So many questions raced through your mind, would your life ever be the same? Would danger always follow you now? Were the flag smashers gone? Was Zemo ok? 

 Oeznik softened, you'd been through so much these past weeks and you had coped tremendously. He knew how much your bakery meant to you, even master Zemo had said how charming it had appeared, memorizing how it must have looked before the flag smashers attacked. It was a family business and you carried after your mother was unable to any longer. You were so young and yet you had endured so much "I'll add a drop of whiskey to your tea, it soothes the soul, perhaps a hot bath too" he smiled. 

(Y/N) straightened, you felt so lazy by just standing around in a daze, having a schedule or some ways to pass the time would do you some good. "I can run the bath at least, please" you begged, you knew it was Oeznik's job to take care of your needs, but sitting around would just cause you to go insane.  You didn't want him running after you so much, not when you were capable of looking after yourself. Besides maybe chatting to the elderly man would help distract you, maybe he would have some stories of Zemo he could share. Oeznik smiled, simply nodding as he left to prepare the tea. 

Oeznik prepared you a cup of cherry blossom tea, the masters favourite and an old familiar of yours, the master always made sure he had plenty in stock for you. Bringing a plate of your (favourite biscuits) to comfort you, aware you hadn't eaten for some time. Watching from nearby to assure your wellbeing wasn't at risk. You took a gentle sip from the cup, the gentle blend of the flowers mixed with the whiskey helped calm you. Somehow it had ended up being exactly what you needed to recover. 

"The young master has been through worse when he informed me of what Morgenthau did to you. Kidnapping you from your home so shortly after your heartfelt reunion, he was distraught. I haven't seen him so upset since the late Baroness and his son passed" he reminisced. You were the closest thing Helmut had to family now, a memory of his past, he would protect you with his life. His master had always been a loyal man to those closest to him, fiercely protective of them and utterly devoted. The relentless kindness he showed to his loved ones was something he had always admired. Though a broken man, forever warped by the darkness within him, everything he did was for a reason. The same way he got revenge on Tony Stark for the death of his family, he planned on revenge against Karli for your bakery and your life. 

(Y/N) blushed, you were still getting used to the fact that you and Zemo were lovers now, that connection between you never went away. Recalling that in your younger years, back when your love for Helmut began to bloom, Oeznik had been the one to reach out to you, wishing to show gratitude for the gifts you left, fortuitously bringing you together. "You look well Oeznik, the years have been kind. I'm sorry I could never reach out to you" you apologized, you could have told him of what occurred to you since leaving Sokovia and relocating to Latvia. 

Oeznik smiled, you didn't have to explain yourself, sometimes life could be hectic and caused communication issues, briefly meeting someone never expecting to see them again. But you had been safe and happy, which is what mattered. "Mr (L/N), you helped heal the wounds Master Helmut suffered upon losing his family so tragically. You helped him fall in love all over again, mending his heart. His wife would have wanted him to be happy, it's been a long time since I've seen him so smitten" he teased. Your gentle heart, empathy and giving nature had earned his trust and devotion, easing the hatred and bitterness caused by the avengers, your letters keeping him sane during imprisonment. He had seen the way Zemo looked at you, the warmth that filled his eyes whenever you were in his presence, how he affectionately called you his flower. How he kept every single letter you wrote him in jail, every recipe, Oeznik kept them locked away in a box, which he had brought here. Sometimes conveying love was about the little things, small gestures to show how much someone meant to you. To show they were always on your mind, it was pure love, his second courtship, his second lover. You were already considered family.

(Y/N) sighed pleasantly, all of your stresses, anxieties and problems, eased from your body and slipping away into nothingness. All the memories plaguing your mind, dragging you back into the darkness, all settled peacefully. The bath had been lovely and much needed, he felt so calm and content, your tense muscles eased, no longer feeling achy or stressed. You felt as though you could fall asleep instantly, the exhaustion of all that had happened to you kicking in, your body reminding you of the rest you needed. Collapsing on the bed allocated to you, the softness of the pillows and comfort of the mattress felt wonderful. This felt like a fairytale, the kind of dreams most children had growing up, the life they longed for or imagined would occur as they grew older. You couldn't believe this is how Helmut had lived all his life, all of this luxury, part of you felt as though you would never get used to it, such a decadent life. You felt like a prince. 

Suddenly, your phone on the bedside table began to ring, jumping up from your position on the bed to snatch your phone instantly, nearly slipping off the bed. "Hello?" you answered hesitantly. You knew never to answer the phone unless it was your mother, Bucky, Sam or Helmut, you were still at high risk and you needed to stay hidden. 

"Ahoj môj kvet" a familiar voice flirted teasingly down the receiver, you sounded eager, excited, had you missed him that much while you'd been apart? How sweet. He'd seen to it that in the village locally to the safehouse your new bakery would be built, you could continue doing what you loved while living beside him. He wouldn't take that away from you. However, not being able to gaze upon your face brought him sadness, but Sam was currently in new York with James, the final battle to take down Karli. He'd also suspected Sharon would have her beef against Sam, Bucky, Steve and the government for what occurred after she went on the run, though seeing her as a villain was intriguing. 

"Helmut?" (Y/N) squeaked nervously, was it really him? You wished you could teleport to where he was and envelop him in your arms. Breathing in his cologne and feel safe again. It killed you to be so far away from him again after finding each other. 

Zemo softened, he felt elated to hear your voice again after so long, he'd held back on calling you as to not become distracted or worry you. But it gave him motivation, knowing you were back home waiting for him. You sounded happy, safe, content, just like you had been before Karli took everything from you. He hated to be away from you for so long, but he would have you back in his arms soon enough"Is Oeznik treating you well?" he pressed. Oeznik had assured him you were fed and taken care of, but you spent your time daydreaming, spacing out and almost lonely, worrying him. 

(Y/N) blushed, why were you so nervous? Your heart was fluttering like a bird, just his voice was enough to excite you. It just wasn't the same without him here, it felt empty. "Yes, he's been lovely, I just….it feels strange to live in…such luxury" you mumbled, it was surreal, changing so fast before your eyes. You didn't want to sound ungrateful, he'd been so good to you, you were finally together. You were just adjusting is all, you needed time. 

Zemo smiled, while this was all he had ever known, you'd lived the working class life from birth, all you achieved came from hard work. But it had been taken from you and you deserved better. He wanted you to have everything your heart desired, whatever dreams you may have had would now become reality, you would never know hardship again. "This will be your life from now on, Môj kvet, you will always be happy" he smiled, he would always take care of you. Never again would your safety be at risk, anyone who dared attempt to even look at you funny, raise a hand to you would pay dearly. He would spoil you in ways he longed to while you were apart. 

(Y/N) blushed, you loved hearing him call you that, his flower. God, what was happening to you? You weren't a stupid schoolboy anymore, you were an adult, just hearing his voice made you lonely, an ache inside of you. You wanted him here now, beside you, to reach out and touch him. You licked your lips bravely, "Vráť sa ku mne Helmut, chýbaš mi" you mumbled. You hated the thought of sounding like a sulking child, but speaking in private became easier. Ever since you had become involved with Helmut, returning to familiar ways had become natural to you. You still spoke fluent Latvian due to living there for so long, but you were getting used to speaking sokovian again, especially around Helmut. It had been so many years and yet it felt so right, your secret language of love. 

Zemo growled lowly through the phone, though hearing you speak Latvian had been indeed lovely, your native tongue was by far his favourite. Old habits had already begun to slip into effect, exposure to him and Oeznik, as well as your heritage. You'd began to speak in Sokovian again, just like you had upon first meeting him, memories of your visiting his old home after his wife passed. He loved the words slipping from your mouth, he missed his mother tongue, nothing brought him more pleasure than hearing you speak it. The passion in your voice, the urgent longing, pining, begging for him, how much you missed him. Your mutual hunger for each other, he couldn't wait to touch you again. Správaj sa k môjmu kvetu, I'll be home soon" he promised, he would never lie to you, he wasn't cruel. His good boy, his precious boy, he would spoil you relentlessly as soon as this was all over. The serum had been eradicated, Nagel's lab and batches had been incinerated to ash, Karli's remaining serum had been crushed, there would never be another super soldier ever again. No living person who could recreate it. The last vial had been taken by Walker, his violent instability becoming prominent. He had a mission to finish and he couldn't ignore his duty, but he would come home to you, that much he was sure of. 

Ahoj môj kvet-Hello my flower

Vráť sa ku mne Helmut, chýbaš mi- Come back to me Helmut, I miss you

Správaj sa k môjmu kvetu-Behave my flower

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Helmut rolled over, the mattress softly creaking under his movement, his brown hair was tousled and slightly messy from sleep, the sheets wrapped around his torso, binding him partially. Encasing him in a luxurious cocoon, the silk and Egyptian cotton were soft against his skin, the morning light subtly breaking through the crack in the curtain, beaming through the window. He sighed sleepily, his mind hazy from exhaustion, in dire need of a caffeine boost and the scent of fresh air to allow him to wake up. Preparing himself for the day to come. He enjoyed the peaceful tranquility that he returned to once his missions came to an end, putting aside the memories of the fight. As his brown eyes wandered the room, they eventually settled on (Y/N), remembering the long flight home after escaping to the memorial avoiding capture from Bucky and the Dora Milaje. Knowing that so long as he was free they would persistently hunt him down for the revenge of their king. He wouldn't allow you to become involved in that so he remained under the radar and evaded their detection. He was relieved that Sam had recovered the shield and had taken up the mantle, for it didn't belong in the hands of the government nor John Walker who would simply misuse it. As much as he respected Steve and everything he represented, the good he had done prior to his retirement, Sam would bring the status of Captain America into the modern era, a new generation for a new captain. 

Sam would make sure you came to no harm, you would never be bothered again, if trouble flared up with you involved, he would know about it. After cleansing himself of the messes of battle, he had happily slipped into bed with you, careful to not wake you. Now here he was the morning after, able to appreciate you in better lighting, his heart melted at the vision of you, smiling fondly as his love surged through him. Imprinting this memory into his deepest psyche to treasure forever, laying with the man who'd stolen his heart after he lost his family. He would never let you slip through his fingers ever again. He had lost too much over the years, more than any man deserved, his status and wealth meant nothing if it was all he had left. A life of being miserable while his loved ones remained beyond his reach. 

(Y/N) was resting peacefully on the pillow, soft snores escaping your lips as incoherent mumbles tumbled from your mouth. Your hand had curled like a small comforter under your cheek, like a small kitten, huddling for warmth. Your other free hand rested beneath the pillow in a bent arch shape, supporting your head. The sheet wrapped around your body, outlining the curve of your hips, you breathed softly, your eyelashes tickling your cheeks, dreaming peacefully of a world beyond reality. He looked so beautiful, so precious, the rise and fall of your chest, the formed muscles from your many years of physical labour, he could watch you forever, his precious prince. He reached out his hand to gently caress your stubbled cheek, his fingers tracing the outline of your face, shifting across the bed to close the gap between you both. Still cupping your face softly, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, mirroring sleeping beauty from the fairy stories. 

(Y/N) mumbled in his sleep, sensing the gesture in your subconscious, the sensation of someone touching you, his (E/C) eyes fluttering open sleepily. Someone gazing back at you coming into focus, (Y/N) blinked hazily before you smiled warmly at the face of your beloved gazing back at you. You didn't know when he got home, but this was a lovely surprise, not waking up alone again but instead to the vision of his face. Those warm brown eyes you loved so much. "Morning Hel" you smiled, yawning a little, this was the best thing you had woken up to in a long time. You wondered how long he may have been watching you sleep, or if he had only just woken up himself. He must have been exhausted from the mission, though he did a good job of hiding it from you, never letting you see him bruised, beaten or covered in blood. 

"Dobré ráno (Y/N)" he soothed, his voice still laced with sleep, husky and deep but oh so seductive. Stroking his thumb across your cheek lovingly, it had been a long time since he had been so close to a warm body, since he had woken up to the loving gaze of his beloved. He would treasure this moment for the rest of his life. You were taking him in, hesitant, wondering if this was a dream, but it was indeed real, he was here beside you now. "Did you sleep well my sweet?" he questioned, he knew after what had occurred since your reunion, the trauma would have been embedded in your psyche, he knew the feeling all too well. He was an early riser by nature, during his marriage he would wake up early while his wife or son was asleep and wander the grounds or tend to the garden. But the trauma of losing his wife didn't help, causing his sleep pattern to become erratic, often waking in the night sobbing from nightmares, visions forming in his dreams keeping him from a peaceful sleep. But thanks to you, he felt safer, he knew some form of comfort that eased his anxieties, the dreams no longer hurt like they used to. But you didn't have to wake so early on his account, you could sleep until you felt prepared to face the day. He had a garden here you could explore, one you could tend to, grounds you could walk, anything your heart desired, nothing he would keep from you. 

(Y/N) flashed him a shy smile, hoping you hadn't drooled, snored or said something weird while you were asleep. Somehow subconsciously you had reached out for him in your sleep, unknowingly spooning him. You'd have of course believed it to be a dream. "Mm, you're very soft Hel" (Y/N) smiled. His arms wrapped around you, his hand soothing you, this felt like home, it felt so right. Nobody would keep you apart, ever again. For the universe to rip you apart again would be too cruel, you just wanted to be happy, what was wrong with that? 

Zemo chuckled softly, inching closer towards you, when his wife had passed he had never touched another human being, the very idea was something his mind and body rejected. Nobody would ever be able to compare to her, the way she made him feel, how whole they were together, losing her he had lost a part of himself. However, in the years of being in prison, he had missed the touch of another person, remembering how good it felt to be wanted by someone. Memories of you causing him to crave warmth and intimacy, the presence in which you lit up a room, a calming, soothing soul. Taking you back to his flat in Latvia, it just felt so right, like you belonged. The moment he kissed you, reminding him of how touch starved he was, pressed against a wall and watching as your eyes widened like a deer in headlights. He was mature enough to admit he was lonely, he hadn't known affection for a long time. But with you, he allowed himself to become selfish, to indulge, craving your touch. "Are you hungry?" he asked, he knew you hadn't eaten much while he had been away, maybe now since he was back your appetite would improve. He would happily make breakfast for you, enjoying it in bed together, you could lay together in bed all morning, carefree. 

A smirk formed on (Y/N)'s face, you'd waited for him to come home, you'd waited weeks, months even for him to come home. He'd never once left your mind and you had urges, you were indeed hungry, but not for food. You'd waited for him all this time and like hell, you weren't going to hold back, you needed release, you needed touch. You ran a hand down his happy trail playfully, watching his eyes flicker with interest as he watched you, his gaze never once faltering, his military training and tactical mind gave him control and focus. Your fingers traced intricately along his pelvis, inching towards his member, you heard his breath hitch lightly. You smiled playfully, wondering how long you could tease him for "You look tasty this morning" (Y/N) smiled. 

Zemo smirked, this was a game he would happily play, his little flower was certainly frisky this morning, but he wouldn't deny him the pleasure he craved. He too had yearned for your body in all the time you had been apart, here you were in front of him, craving his touch. How much he wanted to caress you, make a mess out of you, he inched closer towards you, still cupping your cheek. Pressing his lips to yours, this kiss hungry, wanting, lustful, a tingle forming in his belly and a rush of serotonin pouring through him. Rolling on top of you, pressing you into the mattress, against his body, (Y/N) giggled into his kiss, your voice still laced with sleep. 

Zemo stroked your member, perfectly, knowing instinctively how you'd like it, listening and watching all of your reactions, the hitch in your voice, your facial expressions, crying for more, silently begging. Whispering sweet words in your ear, causing you to shiver and gasp, praising you. His aching erection pressed against your ass, gently rubbing against you, kissing your neck and shoulder softly, claiming you. Your bodies fit together as if you'd been made for him, he'd dreamed of this moment, the years you were apart and what your body would feel like under him. What it would feel like to touch you, now it was finally coming to fruition. Here you could be together like this, heart and body, undetected and hidden from the Dora Milaje and any enemies he may have made. Your own little fantasy world as secret lovers, where nothing else mattered. He could create a new story, away from the darkness he had fallen into, all the connections he had forged like Shelby, separating them from you. He would never let you know of that place, protected from the corruption. Simply living in this quiet house, rebuilding your bakery and doing what you loved. Only knowing his tenderness and praise, away from danger. 

(Y/N) gasped, your breath hitching with excitement as he touched you, playing you like an instrument with a song he had memorized his whole life. His fingers were so soft and warm, biting your lip, arching your back against his chest, reaching back one of your arms to run your fingers through his hair and pull slightly. Your skin was burning, waves of pleasure rushing through you "Hel…" you gasped, god, why was he so good? The scent of his cologne filled your senses, strong, spicy and intoxicating, you wondered what it would be like to fuck him with his mask on, an image that made you tingle all over. Remembering his long coat from your reunion, the lushness of the fur. 

"Ssh, good boy, just enjoy yourself" he cooed, watching you come undone with his fingers, you smelled so sweet, like a peach ready to be eaten. Your body responded so well to him, playing you like an instrument. He couldn't get enough, this vision of you was lovelier than the last, he quickened his pace of rubbing your member. Your hips jolting at the sensation, his thumb rubbing the tip, you whined pathetically in response. He only wished this could have happened sooner, that he didn't have to wait so long to hold you. But tonight this was all about you, pleasing you, satisfying you, making sure you were happy. 

You could feel the knot forming in your stomach, that familiar tingle, you were getting closer, reaching your limit "Hel…I… I can't…" you panted. You were going crazy, your skin was dancing with goosebumps, the build kept getting stronger, like electricity was shooting through you. 

"Poď po mňa, miláčik" Zemo growled, he could feel you pulsing in his hand, he wanted to hear your voice as you came undone beneath him. That elevation of pleasure that sent you to another plane, your soft body squirming and writhing as he brought you pleasure. You stiffened, that white tingle forming in your abdomen, choking out moans as your back arched, your seed spilling into his hand and some on the sheets beneath you. Moaning loudly into the pillow as you sobbed while your orgasm overcame you. Rolling onto your back as you stared at the ceiling in a blissful haze, your chest heaving as you came down from the best climax of your life. You felt elevated, like your spirit left your body, this wasn't the first time you'd had an orgasm, but it was the first time being touched by someone you loved. The emotional connection compared to brief encounters with men whose faces you couldn't recall, it was a different feeling. All you could think about was him, nothing else mattered, no other thoughts intruded, you trusted him solely. 

Zemo kissed your neck as you recovered, he was far from being done with you, more fun was yet to come. Wondering if you had ever been touched before, a pang of jealousy filling him as he imagined various lovers that could have been before your reunion. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes wide and glazed with lust, imagining someone else doing this to you. (Y/N) was so pretty like this, your breath ragged, mind hazed and so full of passion you would explode. His lips trailed your skin before he rested on the nape of your neck, between your collar bones, sinking his teeth softly into your neck, causing you to whine gently, but you were so overstimulated and hazed from your orgasm you could barely feel it. Zemo kissed the reddened skin, a red bite mark formed on you, so you would never forget this moment and anyone who looked at you would know. The mark nearly resembled petals themselves, how fitting. 

He opened his bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube, he'd always had some just in case, his late wife and he used to have a very passionate love life. But after meeting you and becoming involved, he'd bought more just in case. Your body was different to a woman's, he needed to loosen you up to prevent hurting you, he warmed the bottle with his hands before coating his fingers. Shifting closer to you, caressing your butt, softly pressing his fingers to your ass, (Y/N) whimpered and shivered as you felt his fingers against your ring. He tested the waters before pressing one inside you, you whined as he entered you, god you had dreamed of this moment, it felt strange, but not foreign, you'd be lying if you didn't admit to touching yourself thinking about him all those years. As he slowly felt your body adjust to his ministrations, he added more fingers, making sure you were comfortable, watching your reaction patiently. 

"Hel… more… please…. Don't….tease…." you begged, biting your lip to stifle your voice. You'd wanted this more than anything since the day you met, that moment he kissed you, your body knew what it wanted. Pressed against the wall, pinned beneath him, submitting to him, a spark ignited within you. You knew he would never hurt you, merely adore you, worship you. Zemo smirked, how perfect you were, so sweet, so perfect, all his, you were his world and he would never let you forget this. His sweet little baker boy who saved him from loneliness. He lined himself up against your ass, gently, slowly pushing himself inside of you, watching your response as to assure he wouldn't hurt you. You whimpered, this felt so different from his fingers, much bigger than you had predicted, stretching you out in ways you never imagined, gripping the sheets and breathing as he entered you. Filling you up completely, you'd had some courtships in the past, lovers and could have been's, but none of them compared to Helmut. You would always imagine them as him, what it would feel like, but clever enough to never call out his name instead of theirs, but the emotional distance, they figured out you were in love with someone else. They never lasted but they never held any resentment, you'd never lied to them, you just couldn't forget Zemo. 

You breathed through it, allowing your body to relax and not clench, causing pain or discomfort. (Y/N) laid on your back, resting your head against the pillows, gazing back at Zemo through hooded eyes, drinking all of him in. He looked so handsome and he was all yours, hungry for you, admiring you. His brown eyes had become darker with lust, primal, needing, his hair disheveled, some strands tumbling loose and bouncing on his forehead. You wanted more, this man had your heart and now your body, you would give him everything. "It… doesn't…. you can move now…" you mumbled, the discomfort had ceased, your body adjusting to him. He didn't have to hold back, you wanted to feel him, all of him and know just what he felt about you, the feral, primal connection through physical intimacy. 

Zemo bottomed out, holding himself still, refusing to move if it meant hurting you even slightly. You were so warm and tight, so different from his wife, different from the feeling of a woman. Feeling your body adjust to him, adapting to the alien feeling within your body, the warped discomfort you previously felt shifting into comfort. The previous tension pressing down on him lessened as your body adjusted. He slowly began to shift his hips, pulling out of you before sliding back within your heat, placing his hands on your hips, rolling himself as he moved in and out. Soft moans escaping your lips as pleasure filled you, better than any imagination you could have concocted on your loneliest nights. He smirked softly, you were so perfect like this, flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, like putty in his hands. His flower was becoming fully grown, your petals opening for him to admire. You had been so innocent before, in many ways you still were, once a flower bud, closed and starting out in life, in Latvia you had began to blossom and spread your roots, now you had become a wild flower. Your petals and perfume were bright for all to see, but only for him to enjoy. 

"Hel… Helmut…." You gasped, his name like a prayer on your tongue, shivers running down your spine, tears forming in your eyes. He was so warm, so tender and yet so passionate, he wanted you, you wanted him. Losing yourself to the feeling, like a haze of pheromones and desire. Zemo watched you intently, fondness forming within him, how he loved hearing you cry out his name. The scent of sweat, sex and an unknown sweetness filled the air, intoxicating you both. Tears forming in your eyes from happiness, the perfect view of your face and body. How delicious you looked, the perfect view for him to appreciate, waiting for him to move, the rise and fall of your chest, your heart racing within you. 

He leaned closer, hitting you deeper than before, sending a new wave of sensation through you, kissing you deeply as he continued to move his hips. Able to appreciate you up close, your chests touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, intertwining your fingers through his hair, kissing him in return with feverish desire. So many sensations ran through your body, passionate yet gentle, every touch making your skin sing. (Y/N) felt so loved, every touch, every kiss, the heated intensity making your head spin. Leaving you breathless and craving more, making you feel so wanted. You wanted him and only him, yours forever. The taste of whiskey and Turkish delight dancing on his tongue. 

Zemo gently held you close to his body, the remnants of your passion had been cleansed from your body, assuring himself that you were wiped of any sticky substances. Once he was sure you were taken care of, he crawled under the sheets and laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you, stroking your hair and kissing you all over. He loved this, being able to hold you so close "Do you hurt at all?" he asked. He didn't want you to hide anything from him or lie, he wanted to know that you were satisfied. He was never too rough, this was your first time with him and he had held back to make sure you were comfortable. Once your body got used to him, he could let his passions run wild. But more than that he wanted to share his life with you, as mundane as simply having a tea party together, a nice candlelit dinner or flying on his private jet to another safe-house or villa of his somewhere. Allowing you to enjoy a life you could only dream of. 

(Y/N) rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart, the innate music of his body. Zemo's fingers caressing your head, your brain still felt hazy, fogged-up from your orgasm. You couldn't function enough words to describe the feelings that coursed through you. "I… no… that was… wow…" you gasped, was that how it felt with everyone? Was this what people meant when they talked about sex? You'd never thought it could feel that way with him, it was amazing. He certainly had magic hands. He was full of surprises and none of which had disappointed you thus far, sending you to depths you never knew existed. The feeling of silk caressing your skin. Zemo was full of surprises, you'd never thought he would have that kind of vigor for someone twice your age, but you didn't hate it. But then with age came wisdom and experience, which they weren't wrong about. 

Zemo smiled, lost for words already? Clearly any lover you had in the past hadn't paid enough attention to your body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing he'd blissed you out. Your brain turned to mush due to his skill, he kissed your temple watching you smile. Enjoying the attention he was doting on you, feeling spoiled and adored as you should. How soft you were, truly the purest of gentle souls, but most of all how warm and safe you made him feel. The hole in his heart forged by the loss of his family felt whole again. A new love washing through him, burning bright like a star, he would never lose that again. "Are you still hungry?" he asked, you seemed to have had your fill of him, though he could be mistaken. He loved cooking, it was one of his many hobbies that brought him peace, he would happily prepare something for you now that he was home. 

"Pancakes sound good" you suggested, you were in the mood for something sweet, craving something sugary to help you regain the energy you'd lost in the throes of passion. You knew it was childish but they were a comfort food for you. 

Zemo smiled "Then pancakes we shall have my love" he hummed