#daniel bruhel

You stepped in line with Bucky, walking down the dull, grey covered corridor, while you fixed your eyes upon the figures in front of you, making sure they didn’t falter, not even for a minute.

“Do you think it was a wise idea to break him out of prison?” you mutter to Bucky who sighs, shaking his head as his eyes fixed upon the very man you were referring to. He was one of the figures ahead, walking beside Sam who really wished he could be somewhere else currently. Zemo. Helmut Zemo. A man you really wished you didn’t have to see again and not because of all the terrible things he had done.

When you had first seen him you couldn’t help but note in your mind how handsome he appeared. It was a shame that at the time he was trying to knock you unconscious. He was apologising about it while he was doing it, ever the gentleman it seems, but you had ended up in the way of his plan. Now he was a free man, without any plan and that meant he got to enjoy himself a lot more.

When he first laid his eyes upon you he instantly recognised you, and nodded his head to you, once again apologising for the circumstances you met the previous time. You couldn’t help but smirk at him, at how polite he was, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“We need him, he knows where we need to go. But once his usefulness has run out, well…” Bucky finally replies, trailing off at the end of his sentence, not needing to finish it as you knew the position Zemo was in. A man wanted by a lot of angry people who would do a lot to make him receive true punishment for his crimes.

“I doubt he’ll willingly go back, he’ll betray us” you confide to Bucky but it seemed in this deserted corridor your voices bounced and Zemo could hear the two of you loud and clear.

“Betrayal is such a harsh word, is it not?” He replies for Bucky in his honeyed voice, “I prefer the notion of simply our goals no longer aligning and we go our own ways”

Zemo speaks with his hands, turning around to face you and Bucky as Sam side-eyes him. His eyes latch onto yours, that sly smile appearing on his face again. You didn’t particularly have a thing for men in uniform, you knew too many police officers who were dicks, but Zemo in the police uniform. Well, that was something you could get used to looking at. The slight stubble he has grown out, due to being in prison gave him that rugged look that sent a shiver down your spine.

“And when you say, go your own way, that means your own way back to prison,” Bucky voice rises as he states that, his face pulling back to glare at Zemo, making Zemo tilt his head in amusement.

“Prison is tremendously boring, you wouldn’t be able to imagine it” Zemo proceeds to pause for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling in mischief as he raises his finger pretending to have a eureka moment, “Ah my mistake, you can”

After choosing to stick by Steve’s side, both you and Sam were put into prison, even if it was only for a few hours, and Bucky had to face his own personal prison for the last few years. All of which Zemo knew, and chose to tease the lot of you with.

“At least we were in a prison for an admirable reason” you jib at him, causing his lips to twitch.

“Wouldn’t you save revenge, love, is an admirable reason?”

“People lose loved ones all the time, they don’t set off a bomb because of it”

Zemo chuckles, finally breaking eye contact with you to look at the ground. “Well, I suppose I’ve always had an inkling towards dramatic flare”

“Dramatic flare which kills people. How charming” Bucky says bitterly, placing his hand upon your shoulder to force you to look at him, “Don’t engage him doll, it’s what he wants”

“I believe y/n here, can speak for herself”

All eyes snap upon him from using your name, one which hadn’t been mentioned so far in the conversation, and which wasn’t public knowledge.

“How the hell do you know her name?” Sam asks for the lot of you, to which Zemo tilts his head. “I do my research, Sam”

“Oh, and how much did you research about me?” you quickly reply, feeling the playfulness within you spark again. Zemo’s eyes bore into yours deeply, catching onto you and the intensity in which he looked upon you made warmth start to flood you. “Not enough”

“If you don’t shut up, Zemo, I will force you to shut up,” Bucky says darkly, not enjoying the flirty tones Zemo was hitting you with one bit. Placing his hand upon the dip in your back, Bucky guides you away from the prying look of Zemo, now making the two of you walk ahead with Sam and Zemo coming up the rear.

The rest of the walk was in painful silence, till eventually, the corridor leads to a giant garage, full of old and expensive cars.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam says sarcastically as your eyes widen at the sight of all the cars before you.

“These are mine” Zemo plainly states, walking over to one of the cars to open the boot. “Collected by my family for over generations”

“So you and your family are those car-obsessed people” you joke, walking over to see exactly what Zemo was grabbing but as quickly as he opened the boot of the car, he closed it again. “I believe everyone can appreciate a good car, even you y/n.”

“Well, there are one of two that do take my fancy” you murmur, walking over to stroke the side of one car in question.

“I have spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the Serum because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people, like the avengers”

Out of another car, Zemo pulls out this long coat, with fluffy collars which made you wonder if now was really the time for a wardrobe break. Zemo seemed to think differently as he did indeed disappear to change. He took his time as well, but when he emerged you felt your own heart skip a beat seeing how he was dressed, tight black trousers, leather gloves, the coat fitting nicely around his purple turtleneck. You had to give it to the man, he had style. He’d even shaven his face, favouring the clean-cut appearance, instead of the rough look. Now he had an air of elegance to him as his coat blew out in the breeze, he had money and he was going to make sure everyone knew it. You certainly knew it when your road trip landed you at a private airport where Zemo had a jet already waiting for the three of you.

“Perhaps if the cars do not attract you, the jet might” Zemo murmurs, chuckling as he sees the way your mouth hangs open in surprise, the childish delight.

You were surprised to find out that Zemo was in fact a Baron of what was once Sokovia. Information that you hadn’t been told before but looking over to him, you could see it in the way he strode that he held class, that he was used to power. He had his own personal butler to greet him at the jet, but before entering he waited for you to catch up, and with a sweep of his arm, gestured for you to enter the jet first. Entering, you quickly took your seat and with Zemo following swiftly behind you, he took the seat opposite you to Bucky’s annoyance. Bucky had to sit beside you on the other side with Sam opposite him and for a while, nothing was discussed till Zemo’s butler brought him a glass of champagne, and he ordered one for you as well.

Talk eventually turned to the mission at hand, where Zemo informed them of exactly who this person, Selby, was. In order to be able to find out information about where this serum has come from, you, Sam and Bucky would need to go undercover. For Bucky that was easy, she would be interested in the Winter Soldier, he could play his part well, though you saw from the way his jaw tensed, how he clenched his hands he hated the thought of having to become that person again. Sam had to become someone known as ‘the smiling tiger’. A typical criminal, and although Sam wasn’t particularly happy to be, he could play the role well. And then that left you.

Zemo could barely hold back the sly smile upon his lips as he informed you that the best disguise for you would be to pretend you were his partner. Outrage swiftly came from Bucky and Sam at such a suggestion, Bucky moreso to the point where it looked like he was about to leap out of his seat to punch Zemo in the face but you quickly tried to salvage the situation.

“Zemo knows these people better than us, he’ll know what they will believe and what they won’t believe”

“This is just his way of messing with us, messing with you!” Bucky stressed, his pleading eyes looking upon you, “There’s no reason you can’t become the same role as Sam is”

“Well actually-” Zemo begins but both Bucky and Sam cut him off by shouting ‘shut up’

“Bucky, I’ll be okay. It’s a role, simply that, and it will all be over after a few hours. You should be more worried about yourself having to pretend to be the Winter Soldier”

They still weren’t happy, but what other choice did they have but to accept the situation at hand. Surprisingly Zemo had spare changes of clothes for you and Sam already, as if he had been planning this from the get-go. There was a brief moment where you and Zemo were left alone as Sam had already gone into the bathroom to change while you waited outside it and Bucky was still at the end of the plane. Zemo was handing you the dress he had brought for this special occasion, when his hand grasped your wrist, pulling you closer to him so he could whisper lowly in your ear “Perhaps it’s just a role for now but I intend to make this a more permanent arrangement”

Your eyebrow rises in curiosity and at his own boldness to try and claim that.

“Quite the statement for someone whose known me for less than a day”

“What can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic”

“I wouldn’t call it that, perhaps more lust-driven”

Zemo chuckles at being caught up, his eyes lighting up with playfulness as he positions his hands on his belt. “Well, would it be so wrong to admit that? I’ve been locked up for seven years now, and you, darling are delectable”

You tilt your head to look at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through those cocoa brown eyes. Zemo follows in suit, tilting his head to mimic you.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, with the position I’m in that couldn’t work, and from the position, you are in, you wouldn’t be able to have one either”

“Well, I’m sure James will be broken-hearted to hear that” Zemo murmurs, sparing a glance over to Bucky.

You sigh, casting your gaze over to Bucky as well who was pretending to look around the jet but his eyes kept twitching to the two of you, curious as to what you were discussing.

“Bucky’s a sweet guy, but he’s not my type”

“Then was is your type darling?” he asks, his eyes now intensely fixing onto you. Catching his drift you cross your arms, giving him a playfully annoyed look.

“Not criminal masterminds”

“You have no idea of how good I can make you feel” he whispers, his accented voice making the hairs on your skin prick up from arousal.

“Ah but I have standards”

Zemo opens his mouth to resort but then the bathroom door opens and Sam looks down at the two of you, confused as to why you were both waiting outside. You hold up the dress in your hand letting him know you had to change, and Zemo, knowing the conversation you two were having was cut short, nodded at you, his eyes holding the intensity still, then he made his way back down the jet to mess with Bucky some more.

The dress Zemo supplied you with, was enough indication for you to know certain desires Zemo held for you. It fitted your form tightly, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. It had a swooping v neck, coming right down to the parting of your breasts, showing off your cleavage to the full effect. The material also clung tightly to the top half of your thighs, so high up that if you moved around too much you felt you would be exposing a lot more of yourself than you meant to. The material itself felt expensive however, it wasn’t like a cheap dress that was scratchy or felt plastic. No this was proper silk, giving the black dress a graceful gleam in the light. The dress made you feel sexy, excited, ready to take on this mission and pretend to be the Baron’s partner for the night.

After a few minutes of preparing your hair and makeup to elude to a femme fetal look, you emerged from the bathroom to find that the jet had landed safely and the rest of the men were waiting outside for you. You couldn’t help the smirk from appearing on your lips as you arrived at the door and started to descend down the stairs. All of the men’s eyes locked onto you and you could feel how their gazes wandered up and down you, undressing you with their eyes.

“Beauty becomes you, my Baroness” Zemo claims as you reach the bottom of the stairs. He steps towards you, holding out his leather-gloved hand for you to take but Bucky quickly steps up to the other side of you.

“Baroness?” he growled, making Zemo chuckle.

“She’s my partner, for this evening James, therefore my Baroness. Do you have a problem with that?”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort angrily but you hold your hand up to him, growing tired of these men’s petty arguments. “Bucky we’ve already been over this, we need to play the parts''

“Not yet” Bucky grumbles, grabbing your hand to pull you away from the Baron for a private chat. Sam stood awkwardly to the side as Zemo paced in boredom, his eyes constantly looking over to where Bucky was hurriedly talking to you about how he didn’t want you to play this role, that he didn’t trust Zemo and he was worried for you. The soldier thought he was subtle about his feelings but in a matter of hours, it was clear to the Baron how he cared for you. It spiked his curiosity and he wanted to play with it, play with Bucky. The little things like this, calling you Baroness, got on Bucky’s nerves, and so Zemo kept wanting to push it. Plus as he had spoken to you earlier, you certainly were attractive, a turn on for him. He considered it a pleasure to have the opportunity to flirt with you, and you weren’t exactly stopping him.

It wasn’t too long till Zemo’s butler appeared with one of his numerous cars, waiting to be driven to Madripoor. Zemo opened up the front seat and waiting for you to get near to him, for him to gesture you to get into it besides the driver seat where he would sit. Inside the car the energy was intense as no one spoke, everyone preparing for tonight events, unsure how it would play out.

Finally, you arrived at your destination and Zemo, playing his role of your partner to perfection, opened the door for you and wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you near as you walked into Madripoor. Bucky was able to put himself into a passive expression, instead, glaring ahead to calm the raging water within him.

Zemo had already explained to you how this mission had to go, and from the way people glared at Zemo, obviously knowing him and not approving of him being there, the plan was going well. As predicted a man came up to Zemo, ordering him to leave, and so Zemo ordered Bucky to attack him.

It was a shock to see Bucky switch back into the role of the Winter Soldier so quickly, something Zemo remarked about to you. It made you feel uneasy seeing Bucky beat that man senseless but it was all a part of the mission, that’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, the mission.

Afterwards, you were invited back to Selby’s area, where instantly Zemo leapt into bargaining with her about Bucky. He walked around Bucky, played with his chin as he sold him to her and eventually they sat down, Selby on one side of the table, and Zemo grabbing you and pulling you along, sat on the other side of the table, pulling you onto his lap.

“Your bird is very pretty Zemo,” Shelby remarks as she stares down at you sitting upon his lap, her lips curling into a cruel smile as her gaze raked all over you. Zemo’s hand which rested upon your thigh patted your leg chuckling at her remark.

“I wouldn’t settle for any less”

“Yet, I can’t help but think she seems familiar like I’ve seen her face before”

You stiffened within Zemo’s lap at her words, fear starting to edge its way into you. It was a risk of this mission, that people would recognise who you were from your affiliation with the Avengers. But the lot of you had hoped with Zemo presenting you as his partner, people wouldn’t spare you a second glance. However, it seems Selby did.

“My bird’s a model, you’ve likely seen her in adverts” Zemo is quick to explain, his mind racing with potential lies he can tell to recover the mission. Selby’s eyes flicker all over your face as if analysing every detail, you tried not to show how nervous you felt, instead, fluttering your eyes seductively, tightening your grip around Zemo’s shoulder.

“Perhaps I have” Selby finally answers, her fingers drumming against her seat and internally both you, Zemo, Bucky and Sam let out a sigh of relief.

“Yet, you don’t seem like much of a couple”

Zemo’s eyebrows cast down in confusion at Selby. You were sitting in his lap, your arms locked around each other. How much more of a couple could you be?

“I beg your pardon?” Zemo asks

“Well these days couples are all over each other, aren’t they? No sense of public decency, you can walk around a corridor to find people with their tongues shoved down each other’s throats, people fucking each other senseless against a wall. Sex is so liberal these days”

Zemo ah’s in realization, nodding his head with Selby’s words. “Well,” he said shrugging his arms, “I’m more of a traditional guy, leaving such intimacy in more, private, areas''

Selby starts to chuckle and Zemo laughs along awkwardly with her making you follow in pursuit until she suddenly says, “Well, I’m not”

Silence broke out in the awkwardness of her words, unsure as to what she was hinting by talking about this. Selby reaches forward to the table in front of her, separating the space between her and you. She picks up her glass of wine and then leaned back in her seat smiling.

“Touch her”

It was Zemo’s turn to stiffen in his seat, his eyes blown wide in shock and his skin pailing as his grasp upon you tightens ever so slightly.

“What” he hissed out, all matter of politeness towards Selby fading. She raised an eyebrow at his tone, swirling the wine within her glass and clicked her tongue.

“Touch her. She’s your partner, after all, I’m sure you’ve felt her up, fingering her all the time. What’s so different now?”

You were blushing at the boldness of her words but feeling the anger picking up within you. You didn’t want to ruin the mission but you weren’t about to let her talk about you as if you had no brain.

“The fact that we are in front of you, of them, of lots of people '' you suddenly argue, pointing towards her, then Bucky and Sam who were standing very still, trying to remain as passive as possible.

“What, never put on a show before?”

“No!”

“There’s a first for everything”

“We are here to delegate about the Winter Soldier, not for your pleasure” Zemo argues, trying to drive the conversation back to where they originally were but Selby just shakes her head.

“Guards!” She commands and before you knew it, numerous men stood around you holding guns. You couldn’t count how many suddenly appeared, but the fear in you shot up, realising at any moment the lot of you could be killed. One man stood directly behind Zemo and pushed the barrel of the gun into the side of his head making Zemo wines slightly, the cruel coldness of the gun causing him to shudder.

“You seem to believe you have a choice in this matter, Baron, I’m merely trying to ensure that you are not lying to us and that she truly is your partner. If that is the case you two would have no problem touching each other”

Zemo glared harshly at the guards that stood around the two of you. Sam and Bucky stood at the side, knowing if they made one slight movement to help, you and Zemo would be dead in a second. Selby had forced you into a stalemate. Zemo still tried to argue it, pushing back claiming he wouldn’t do such things in front of people even when the guards started pushing the barrel of the gun further into the side of his head.

You, however, couldn’t pull your eyes away from Zemo. It was as if time was almost frozen at that moment as you knew what you would have to do. Suddenly this wasn’t about the mission anymore, it wasn’t just about finding out where the super-soldier serum came from. This was about surviving, living. Zemo was facing death in the face, risking being shot in the head just in an attempt to save your dignity. You watched as he tried to defend you, the panic causing his jaw to clench, his hand shaking slightly but still, he refused.

Taking in one last deep breath, you pull your hand up to the side of his face, making him look at you. His coco eyes cloud in confusion but before he had time to register it you pushed your lips upon him, forcing your top lip over his and your bottom lip between his lips. You sucked slightly at them, trying to encourage Zemo to follow your lead, which he quickly did. His hands quickly grasped at your waist, pulling your body closer to his as you felt his eyelashes flutter against your cheek showing he has closed his eyes. For at least a minute to two held that position, lips pressing against each other, pulling and sucking as you made out. You finally pull back for breath but holding his head still close to yours, you were able to whisper to him without anyone else hearing.

“Touch me, please, or you’ll die and I’m not allowing that to happen”

His head pulled back as Selby clapped her hands, smirking at the two of you. “Now that’s more like it, finally we are starting to see some action here. Now let’s see some more”

Zemo shook his head slightly at you, pleading in his eyes wanting you to reconsider. He didn’t want to defile you like this, use you in front of these people. It was too degrading for you. But you shook your head back, still holding his face in your hand you rub your thumb across his cheekbone, a subtle telling that it was alright.

Slowly Zemo’s hand trailed up from your waist, resting against the side of your chest, his thumb grazing over one of your clothed covered breasts. You positioned yourself till your back was pushed up against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder, letting him have access to your jawline and neck.

His hand moved further, over till he covered your breast and gave a little squeeze. His mouth moved along your jawline, planting gentle kisses upon it and very quietly, to where even you could hardly hear it, Zemo was whispering ‘sorry’ apologising for what he was doing. He raised his hand to your other breast and started to squeeze them together, pumping them in his hand making you gasp. Hearing you, he pulled his lips away from you, stopping, but you quickly pushed your neck into his lips, urging him to continue. It was only when the gun harshly hit him on the side of the face, causing him to growl, did he go back to kissing your neck, his lips pressing a bit harder on your skin now.

With two fingers, he was able to locate where your n*pples were under the dress, and gently he pulled at them causing you to whine. His breath hitched and you felt in his lap a tent starting to form in his own trouser. However much he hated the circumstances, arousal didn’t seem to care.

“The dress is such a bore, why don’t you slip your hand under it” Selby commanded, taking a sip of her wine as she watched the way Zemo’s hands started to slowly tease you. Gulping Zemo brushed his face into the crook of your neck, pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder as his warm hands slipped under the v neckline, finding your breasts, which you weren’t wearing a bra to cover, he grasped them.

You groaned at the feeling of his warm, coarse feeling hands grasping you, the sensation making your n*pples harden under him. Doing as Selby ordered his fingers pinched your nipples, making you whine and squirm in his lap from the slight pain mixed in with pleasure which shot straight to your core.

Zemo continued to play with your breasts and n*pples, pinching them, squeezing them, moving them. But Selby soon grew bored of it.

“Touch her more, lower” she barked and Zemo had to bite down on his lip to not argue back. One hand still resting upon your breast the other pulled back out of your dress and placed itself upon your thigh. Without having to be instructed to, you instantly opened up your legs.

The men surrounding you snickered, making you blush in shame but Zemo moved his lips up to your ear, whispering about how good you were being, how beautiful you were. His hand on your thigh began to stroke your leg, his fingers etching up them. Though you hated the situation, part of you craved to feel his fingers on you, in you, stretching you out. But his hand remain on your leg till Sebly ordered,

“We don’t have all day Zemo. Get on with it”

He shuddered, glancing you in the eyes one more time to check how you were doing. You could see the pity and sadness within his eyes as he looked down at you and it made your heart sink in your chest.

Then his finger pressed into the fabric of your underwear.

You jolted at the contact as his finger twisted on your underwear, pressing over your clit. The fabric rubbed against it stimulated it. The coarseness of it caused you to push your head back into Zemo’s shoulder moaning. Your eyes fluttered closed as arousal creeps in. Upon hearing the way you moaned under him, Zemo pushed his finger even harder into your underwear, rubbing fiercely desperate to hear you moan for his touch again. He could almost forget about the situation, just focusing on trying to make you feel good, trying to make you moan for him again, cum from his fingers. It’s only when Selby talks again Zemo is brought back to reality, to the gun pushing into the back of his neck, to the way Selby watched how his fingers rubbed against your underwear with greed.

“I think the fabric is getting in the way, don’t you?”

With one more apologetic kiss placed on your shoulder, you feel Zemo’s other hand leaving your breast to pull the underwear to the side, exposing you to everyone in the room. All their eyes fixed upon you apart from Bucky and Sam who just stared ahead. Sam desperately tries to shut this out of his mind, pretending he wasn’t there while Bucky was trying to control every ounce of him to not leap over and punch Zemo in the face.

You hardly had time to consider much else though when the feeling of Zemo’s fingers pushing into you overwhelmed your senses, making your back arch and your head push back against him. You had already become wet from when Zemo was stimulating your clit earlier, so he had no resistance as his fingers pushed into your cunt, slowly stretching you out. You moulded around his two fingers, and it felt as if they might never end as they pushed further into you. Zemo himself was trying to suppress a groan as he felt his fingers being enraptured by your welcoming warmth. He wanted desperately to feel his own cock within the tight warmth of you, but he hoped more that after this Selby would accept that you two were who you said you were and he wouldn’t be forced to do any more.

Wanting to make the best of the situation for you, Zemo moved his thumb up to your clit, twisting on the knub, making your own hips rock into his fingers from the waves of pleasure surging through you. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you. Going gently, but all of that faded away at what you did next.

“Helmut”

It had been too long since Zemo had engaged in any type of sexual activity, yet he was able to restrain himself so far. But hearing you moan his name like that, lust-driven, blissful, it flipped a switch in him. He needed to push you off the edge, to hear you call out to him again and again, not Bucky, but his name. At that moment everyone in that goddamn room would know you truly belonged to him.

He started pumping his fingers into you at an alarming rate, making sure to hit that spongy spot within you just right. His thumb sped as fast as it could on your clit. You yelped in surprise but thrust and ground your hips upon his fingers more, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. His thumb on your clit felt like he was ignighting a fire within your, burning brightly as he continued to rub circles around it, elicitating moans out from you. Your whole skin felt warm and burning as you pressed up against Zemo, willing your ass in his lap making him groan. You cried out as you felt the coil within you tightening all down to the way Zemo’s fingers thrust inside you, prizing open your channel repeatedly. Zemo’s lips attached to your neck, but no longer did he place gentle kisses but instead he nipped at your skin, biting and sucking marks upon you, claiming you. He started to rant to you about how you were his, how you belonged to him, how your cunt belonged to him and all you could do was sob from the pleasure and agree with him.

You couldn’t hold it in much longer, even if you tried, and you certainly weren’t. With a strangled cry you felt the coil snap, and the sensation of your walls bearing down on his fingers, clutching them tightly. You moaned loudly, your mouth stretched open wide as you lost it, pushing back against Zemo who let out his own grunt feeling how tightly you clasped him, how your juices washed all over him. He continued to thrust his fingers into you, letting you ride this out till eventually, you came down from your high and so he slowly pulled his fingers out of you making you whimper. He kissed the side of your head, and quietly whispered to you.

“You were wonderous darling, I apologise for forcing that upon you, but it’s over now”

You opened your eyes again after hearing a slow clapping emerge and you came face to face with Selby who was grinning at you.

“My my, now that was exquisite” she commented, unaware or not caring of the way both you and Zemo glared daggers into her head, wishing you could hit her repeatedly.

“You have no reason to believe she is not who she says she is now” Zemo growls through gritted teeth, his hands which now clutched your legs digging harshly into your skin, evidence of his anger towards her.

Selby’s eyes sparkle with mischief. She bit down on her lip as if contemplating a decision, and then she decided to go ahead with it.

“Well anyone can accept a fingering, partners or not, I’d need a more… intimate, display of affection before I could truly believe you”

Rage swept Zemo up. No longer did he care about this stupid mission. Already he had to degrade himself, degrade you for the sake of it, but that? He wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t. Zemo pushed you off his lap, not harshly but urgently and with the weakness from your knees, still recovering from your orgasm, you collapsed on the floor. Zemo surged forward towards Selby, about to jump over the table to grab her, shouting ‘how dare she suggest that’ but the men moved quickly and grabbed him. They pulled his arms back behind his back, tugging at an uncomfortable position making him groan in pain. They forced him onto his knees before Selby and his head hung down looking at the floor as they pushed the barrel of their guns into his face.

Pain struck you seeing Zemo being forced into this position, tears almost swelling in your eyes. One of the men moved the barrel of the gun under Zemo’s chin, pushing it into his neck and forcing him to look up at Selby before him.

She stood up and glared down at Zemo in disgust. For a second they both stared at each other before she raised her hand and punched Zemo in the face. His face shot to the side from the impact and it made him groan in pain. Selby’s lips curled as she looked down upon him, then turned away from him as if not bothered anymore.

“Shoot him”

One of the men grasped Zemo’s hair, harshly pulling on it to make him look up again. The side of his face was red and quickly bruised from Selby’s impact. One of the men placed their guns to Zemo’s forehead, his hand on the trigger as Zemo whimpered, mentally preparing himself for death.

“No!” you lept forward to where Selby stood and knelt before her, begging.

“We’ll do it! We’ll do it!”

Selby tilted her head at you, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at her. Zemo grunted as he tried to pull his arms out of the tight grip on his back, his wide eyes looking desperately over at you in panic.

“You’re, partner, doesn’t seem so willing” she states, glaring back over to Zemo.

“He will, he will, won’t you darling” you quickly reply, then fixing your gaze upon Zemo. Slowly his eyes move from Selby to yours, and you can see how the anger in them slowly fades into bitter acceptance as he looks upon you. He doesn't speak until the gun under his chin thrusts into his neck more, getting the message across. “If that is what you so wish” he hisses through gritted teeth.

Selby smiles, and with a nod of her head, the men let go of Zemo and pull their guns back. Zemo grimaces, going to hold his wrists winching at the pain of them being held so tightly. He gets up off his knees and steps closer to you, offering his hand out for you to take and stand up but before you could Selby places her hand up.

“I would like to see this, from a good angle” Selby states, making Zemo cringe, “Perhaps you could order the soldier to hold her up”

Selby frames it as a choice, but all of you knew there was no choice in the matter. All your eyes flickered upon Bucky who stood frozen, staring ahead, but deep down you knew the turmoil going on within him.

“Soldier” Zemo commanded in Russian. “Hold her open for me”

Bucky takes a moment to consider all his options. Every part of him was screaming, no, to not do this, he couldn’t do this. But he had no choice, it was that or your death and he couldn’t be the reason you were killed.

Slowly he moves over and gently grasps you. Holding your arms he lifts you to your feet and then, letting go of your arms, his hands trail down your back to your legs, and with a swift motion, his hands grasp the inside of your thighs, lifting you up and spreading your legs obscenely open for Zemo.

Zemo’s eyes fixed on the soaked underwear covering your core, his erection pushing tightly against his trousers. He hated the situation, the way Selby watched but he wanted nothing more than to bury himself within you, you lose himself in you.

You winched at how Bucky’s metal arm dug into your leg, sure to leave bruises, but you felt worse knowing how tormented Bucky must have been feeling. Your eyes however stayed on Zemo and he moved closer and closer to you. His eyes finally left your underwear to latch onto your eyes one last time. Roughly he grabs onto the side of your face and presses his lips to you, craving the feeling of them. He pushed his mouth onto you, moving it against your lips and you could only moan at the feeling, pushing your head back into Bucky.

While his lips remained on yours, his hand quickly moved onto your underwear, grasping it, and with one harsh tug, he ripped it to pieces, exposing your dripping cunt to the fresh air. You whimpered against his lips, feeling the urge to close your legs in embarrassment but Bucky’s hands held tight.

Zemo finally pulled away from your lips to look down at himself. His hands quickly undid his belt and pulled his zipper down till in no time at all he had pulled his cock out and was stroking himself making him shudder.

Your eyes widened at the girth of him, and for a moment you worried about not being able to cope with him inside, but you craved it as well, wanting him to impale you upon it. The way your cunt dripped, sleek falling onto Bucky’s legs, gave you away easily.

Zemo pushed his tip over your folds, coating himself in your juices, feeling the way it started to dribble down his shaft. He pressed his forehead against yours, and with a whisper, you heard him say, ‘I’m sorry’ before thrusting into you.

Your mouth collapsed as an obscene moan ripped from your throat as he breached you. He was gentle, not shoving himself in too fast but the feeling of your walls stretching out for him made him want to push in as fast as possible, and abuse that hole till it became his. As he pushed into you the men around you cheered, some of them palming their own trousers with no shame. Selby clinked her drink with another and watched eagerly as she saw how Zemo slipped into you. You could feel every inch of him press up against your walls, the way his cock slightly curved at the end, the veins which throbbed against your walls, stimulating them, the way he felt thicker and thicker the further he pushed into you.

Finally, he shuddered as he bottomed out, completely wrapped up in your warmth, your wet walls grasping him and urging him for more. He desperately wanted to thrust further into you, but he opened his eyes to look at you, checking how you were coping.

“Helmut, please” you gasped, moving your hand to grasp the back of his head, tugging his hair in your fingers. Zemo’s own eyes closed, pleasure shooting over him as you tugged his hair, used his name. Grasping onto your hips for stability, his fingers digging into your delicate skin. He pulled out till just his tip was still in, then he pushed his way all the way back into you causing you to gasp and squirm from the stimulation.

He set a steady pace, thrusting open your channel again and again repeatedly. His cock thrust directly into that delicate spongy spot within you, making you moan his name.

“Helmut, oh Helmut, there, just there, please”

The more you called his name, the faster Zemo thrust into you, desperate to hear you moan for him more. His lips attached to your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin, pleasure ripping through him as he marked you.

“Sing for me, my darling” he’d groan into your skin, “lose yourself to me, I want to feel you wrap tightly around me, so you know how good I make you feel”

One of his hands left your hip to start rubbing at your clit, further stimulating you till you were practically screaming from the pleasure. Tears leaked out of your eyes from it and Zemo greedily ran his tongue up your cheek, licking them up.

Bucky tensed up seeing how the tears fell from your eyes, believing them to be from another reason. His fingers itched, desperately wanting to grasp Zemo by the throat, to choke him to death. He hated how warm your skin felt in his hands, wanting to be the one thrusting into you, making you moan for him, instead of just allowing this good for nothing criminal to have his way with you instead.

You and Zemo both became so enraptured with each other, with how you two felt that you lost all thought about the men watching you with greed, how Selby snickered as she watched the way Zemo pistoned into you, how Bucky cringed as he heard both of your lewd moans which made his own tent appear in his trousers.

You were dripping with arousal, making Zemo’s thrusts into you easier, quicker. The sound of squelching juices felt so loud to you, and the way Zemo’s hips thrust into yours, clapping sounds adding to the abundance of noises. You started to reach your climax again, your walls grasping onto Zemo’s cock tightly, attempting to pull him in. Your cunt felt like fire as the pleasure swarmmed you, the way Zemo made you feel was like nothing he had experinced before and you craved so much more, even though he was already buried deeply into you, his balls slapping against you. He groaned at the sensation and thrust his hips quicker and twisted his thumb on your clit harsher till you lost it.

You let out a loud, erotic moan, snapping your eyes shut as you came all over him. Your cum went all over him and you jerked and withered in Bucky’s arms. Zemo himself groaned at how tightly you grasped him, how amazing your cum felt shooting all over him, but still, he continued to thrust deep inside of you, erratic as ever making you whimper from the overstimulation.

He whispered into your neck, claiming you were his, that he would never let another person feel you the way he currently is, and his thrusts grew more rapid, and you could feel the way his cock twitched inside of you, pushing in further than you thought was possible. His groans rang out into your ears as you cried from the feeling of him still pushing inside of you even after your release but finally he shoved himself as deeply as he could inside of you one last time, biting down on your neck as he finally released, shooting his load into you.

You panted heavily as you felt his cum coat your insides, filling you up with his seed. Cheers erupted from everyone else as you and Zemo stayed still, sweating and panting against each other.

Selby got up from her seat and walked around the three of you, clapping as her eyes watched how Zemo was still settled within you.

“Well, I can say that was entertaining to watch. Who would have known after so long in prison you’d still have that in you Zemo. But you two have proven you are partners alright. And now let’s discuss the soldier”

Zemo pulled his head back from your neck, moving to place one gentle kiss upon your lips, his hand reaching up to cradle your face. “You were magnificent darling”

You nodded in return, looking into his worn-out eyes. “Thank you” is all you could whisper, even though you didn’t know what you were thanking him for. Slowly he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness. He pushed himself back into his trousers then helped you get out of Bucky’s grasp.

Realising what he had done to your underwear, he gave you an apologetic look as his load slowly started to slide out of you but you waved him off, still feeling the satisfaction of your two orgasms.

Finally, the mission could resume, this could be completed at last and both you and Zemo could get out of this alive.

Till the sound of a ring tone echoes out from where Sam stood.

There was a pounding within his head, unceasingly thumping against his skull, wracking any thoughts of his to and fro in quick succession before he could grasp one and observe it. The pounding was distant but near, a familiarity but an annoyance. He needed it to stop. Yes. It had to stop. He needed to think. Thinking was all he could do now. The pounding became a voice, a consistent voice that continued to pull him away from what he needed to focus on.

“I need peace and patience, if you cannot provide that to me you might as well leave” Laszlo snapped, his hands which were covered in white chalk dust threw said chalk to the floor, gaining some gratification in hearing the way it broke into little pieces, much like his own temperament.

Your head snapped to look at him, the muscles in your neck twinging at the sudden movement. Heat flushed through your body and the sharpness from your nails dug into your hands as they instinctively curled in on themselves due to Laszlo’s sudden gruff words. You had been discussing with him the news of John’s first child expecting to be born in the upcoming months. John was having a palavar attempting to decide upon a name for his child, and as Laszlo considered himself John’s best friend, you assumed he would have wanted to weigh in his own fourth pence of what he thinks John should name his child.

But Laszlo was aggravated and your meaninglessly chitter-chatter had no relevance to him at this current moment. Earlier, before noon, one of the parents of a child at the institute had stormed in demanding Laszlo give him his son back. Laszlo had withheld the child from being permitted to go back to him, after one interview where the child admitted to his father regularly hitting him with his belt. Laszlo had already come to this conclusion in the way the child often flinched when Laszlo drew too near to him, or when Laszlo’s tone would rise higher than usual and this all lead him to believe that not only were his parents physically abusing the child but that the parents were using their children to pickpocket, con other people, putting them in dangerous situations. Laszlo couldn’t allow the child to go back with the parents at any cost as he feared for their safety. The parent caused quite the ruckus, hitting Laszlo in the face before Cryus could intervene, making people on the streets curious as to what was going on. As Laszlo was leaving for the night he was swarmed with reporters asking if it was true that he kidnapped children.

He hadn’t told you about any of this yet, though he knew it was a matter of time before you saw the newspapers yourself. In all proper manner, he should tell you before you found out that way. But he didn’t want to worry you about the children, for he knew how much you cared about them, and he didn’t want you to worry about him after he was hit. He didn’t want to see your pity.

The stress of it all made him tense, and he wasn’t listening to what you were saying as he pondered over how he could help the child, writing up potential solutions on his board yet he was vaguely aware of you chit chattering away in the background, slowly growing on his nerves more and more until he snapped.

His eyes widened and he felt coldness creep up his skin as soon as the words left his mouth, knowing he shouldn’t have just said what he did. His head quickly spun to you, the apology right on the tip of his tongue till he saw your fading figure leaving the room, echoing footsteps slowly getting quieter and quieter the further you moved away.

Internally he cursed at himself, bile rising in his mouth from his own resentment towards his words. He shouldn’t have treated you in that way, it was unjust especially when you were not aware of the pressure upon him, and even that pressure was no excuse for treating you rudely.

Laszlo glanced at his board, then back to where you left the room, his mind debating what to do next. The situation about the boy required attention, he needed to figure out how he would go about ensuring the boy’s safety, while at the same time he didn’t want to leave things unresolved with you, he knew he needed to apologise and the more time he left in between the incident, the worse it became.

Gathering his resolve, Laszlo promptly hurried off to find where you were, to apologise and make it up to you for the rest of your evening. He found you in the library, picking out your favourite book to read. Gently he walked over to you, without saying a word. You watched him with a stern gaze but didn’t stop his hand briefly touching yours, taking the book from you. You turned around and sat down on one of the armchairs, crossing your legs and tapping your fingers upon the armrest as you observed Laszlo choosing to be seated in the chair beside yours. He picked up his reading glasses off the side table, placing them upon himself, where they slightly slipped down upon his nose as he leaned forward to look at the book being held in his deformed hand. His fingers graced through the pages till he found your bookmark, and in clearing his throat, he started reading out loud to you.

He knew you always enjoyed him reading to you. You’d sigh in happiness as you heard the way his sweet accent caressed the words, drawing them out in a husky breath as he read quietly. Secretly it thrilled Laszlo that his voice drew such a reaction out of you, and often he would use his voice in times like this to his advantage. It was moments like these where he knew apologises could only go so far, but little acts of gratitude, are what mattered more to you.

Your heart did simmer hearing the way Laszlo reading to you. You still hadn’t entirely forgiven him for the way he snapped at you earlier, but seeing him attempt to patch things up certainly did warm your heart, and he didn’t stop there.

When dinner time came Laszlo insisted on gathering all of the food and setting out the table himself, something he found particularly hard doing because of his arm yet every time you tried to help him, he insisted he could cope and that you should relax. He gathered all your food onto your plate, knowing just the right amount of what you would eat, and then throughout the dinner, he made polite conversation, asking about how your day was, asking about what you were saying earlier and as you predicted weighing in his own opinion on what John would name his child.

After dinner, you would usually clean up the dishes, but once again Laszlo insisted he would attend to that duty and that you should relax in the main room. He had quite the struggle attempting to carry all the plates and cutlery with one hand, and as he was washing, one of the wet plates slipped out of his hand and smashed on the floor. You were none the wiser, not hearing the way it shattered but Laszlo cursed under his breath and quickly gathered a broom to sweep the evidence away so you would never know.

By the time you two were ready to retire for the night, Laszlo was certain he had won over your forgiveness and felt quite pleased with himself.

This day had been extremely stressful to him, and his face still bore the aching pain, from his tender cheek to his stiff jaw, after being hit earlier in the day. So now he craved some relief, a way to relax from the hard day before he fell asleep. You were turned on your side, your back to him adjusting yourself for sleep when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling your backside to slot into the front side of himself. His warm breath rolled down your neck as he held his face beside you and tenderly he started placing a trail of kisses, from right under your ear to your shoulder. The scruff of his beard scratched your skin lightly but the warmth from his lips soothed it like a healing touch from a saint.

You knew this was Laszlo’s own subtle way of asking you for making love. For a man who so often argued in court for people, someone who interviewed numerous patients and dealt with confrontations continuously throughout the day, when coming to confront his own emotions and desires he found himself lacking in words. It was there why he related in showing you how he felt, rather than attempting and failing to express it through words.

His grasp on your waist grew tighter and his kisses pressed deeper into you, urging for an answer. One which you gave. You twisted around in the bed till you were facing him, his face only inches away from yours. His pupils were blown and his eyes flickered from your own, down to your lips. He smacked his lips together slightly, wetting them ready to attach himself to your lips, to attack you passionately but you moved back, grasping the bedsheets and pulling them off his body.

Laszlo adorned his striped pyjamas, but it was as clear as day how aroused he was. The thin fabric stretched by his crotch, showing his desire pushing up against it, his erection as clear as day. Laszlo’s cheeks grew red and he muttered awkwardly about hormones and how natural it was, clearly feeling the embarrassment at how erect he had become.

You smirked at his plight, enjoying the way his cheeks burned a bright red in shame. You pulled your body over him, making him surprised as he glanced up wide-eyed at you, but he shuddered more when your fingers worked at the buttons of his pyjamas shirt, urgently pulling it open exposing his bare chest for your to run your fingers down seductively leaving red trail marks. Instantly he raised his hand in an attempt to rid you of your nightdress but your hand grasped his wrist before he could make any progress, and you pushed it into the bed telling him indirectly not to move it.

His breath got caught in this throat as he watched the way you slinked down his body, your head moving down till it was at his crotch, inches away from his burning erection. Hopping your fingers through the material you tugged it down, freeing his cock from its confinements and watching it as it instantly shot upwards, pointing up tall and proud. Laszlo was finally able to let out a shaky breath feeling the material no longer trapping him, the heat of your breath fanning over his cock, arousing him even more.

Any stress, any thoughts, instantly disappeared from Laszlo’s mind when he felt your lips wrap around his tip. You encaptured him in warmth and instantly by natural reaction his hips buckled, desperate to push further into your mouth, wanting to feel the wetness of your throat surround his throbbing cock. Gradually you started bobbing your head up and down upon him, using your hand to rub the end which you couldn’t reach yet. You would run your tongue along the underside of his cock, trailing the throbbing vein which stuck out. Occasionally you would pull yourself off him, the saliva from your lip still attacked to his cock creating a wet trial between the two of you. You would run your tongue along his sensitive tip, twisting it upon his slit, wiggling it making Laszlo yelp and cry from the stinging pain but mostly the alarming pleasure it caused. In doing that Laszlo became a moaning mess beneath you. His deep voice rumbled as he groaned from the feeling of your tongue working wonders all over him. At first, he tried to watch you, watch the way your lips curved over his cock, taking him all in but soon he didn’t have the energy to hold his head up and collapsed into the softness of the pillow as his eyes fluttered shut, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure you were bestowing upon him.

You grew excited hearing the way his voice would occasionally gasp when you wriggled your tongue upon his tip or the way he’d groan so loudly you felt the rest of the household would hear him when you attempted to take in the whole of him. Feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat was cataclysmic for Laszlo, and he started chanting to you in broken English, his mind only able to form a few words which he would use to say how perfect you were, how much he loved and adored you.

You could tell when he started to grow closer to his climax. His gasping was rapid, his hips started thrusting more into your throat making you gag, his cock twitched within you as if it had a mind of its own, preparing to shoot his load down your throat. And just as he was almost there, almost ready to feel it all pour out of him, you pulled away.

Laszlo gasped as the coldness swarmed his once warm dick. He cried out, his voice bouncing off the walls as the need to release pained him. He was right there, right at the edge and all he needed was one little touch, just something and he would be thrown into the fits of pleasure. But instead, you pulled yourself back up to your bed and pulled the bedsheet over yourself, wishing him a good night. He was frozen in shock by your actions, hardly believing you would torment him like this. But he realised this was all payback for how he had treated your earlier, and that his attempts to make it up to you still hadn’t saved him punishment from you.

Still utterly in need of friction, craving that release as he felt like the way his load was held with him, making his dick increasingly hard as his cum was within his tract, ready to leave at any moment. He pushed himself onto his side and tried to wrap his arm back around your waist, pulling you in, asking you to continue but you shrugged his arm off. Telling him no, and that you were going to sleep. Fright caught him, fearing he wouldn’t experience his release at all that night and he tired pleading with you again.

“Y/n, please, I want you,” he said in a broken whisper but you shushed him.

“I told you, Laszlo, I’m tired, I’m going to bed”

He rolled back on his front, sighing in discomfort, feeling the way his dick pressed up tightly into the bed sheets above him. Knowing you weren’t going to offer any help. Laszlo raised his hand to grasp himself in a last desperate attempt to relieve himself but sensing what he was doing you suddenly reprimanded him by saying,

“If you touch yourself, Laszlo, what I am doing now is nothing compared to what I will do to you”

The threat was enough for Laszlo to put his hand back down. He knew just how ‘creative’ you could get with punishments and ultimately he decided his best course of action was to let his erection go down on its own, no matter how painful it might become.

And painful it was.

You had a lovely nights rest, sleeping for the next eight hours in complete bliss, full of lovely dreams but Laszlo was another story. He was awake most of the night. His eyes were sore and he felt like sleep would grasp him at any moment but his dick throbbed with need, desperately hoping for something and it tormented him that he couldn’t do anything about it. From this need, he was left in a state of awakeness, unable to fully fall asleep as the pain of not finishing struck him again and again in slow waves. Laszlo ended up finding himself in the position of where his top pillow now no longer rested his head, but instead settled between his thighs, with his cock pushed tightly into the softness of it. He rutted into the pillow a few times, carefully as not to wake you but still with harshness as he tried his best to dull the aching within his cock. The pillow stimulated him, but the feeling of it was still not enough for him to reach his climax and in the end, Laszlo came to the conclusion the pillow was making the situation worse, rather than helping, and yet he couldn’t let go or stop his hips from humping it.

In the morning you naturally awoke, feeling fully rested and fresh for today’s work. Remembering the state you left Laszlo in, you pushed your body to the side to observe him, just to find his wounded eyes already upon you. His once-bright brown eyes were now dark with pain, and he had deep eye bags. His eyes looked imploringly at you from his tear-stained pillow which worn hands clung to desperately.

“Y/n” he whispered, his morning voice deep and distressed. His dark, weary eyes flickered with a glimmer of new hope, however, seeing how you were now awake. He hoped that you would take pity upon him, seeing just how tormented his night had been.

He sighed in relief when you appearing did take pity upon him as you leaned forward, wrapping your hand around his cock. Pre-cum coated his tip, aroused from the way he had been humping the pillow but now it allowed for you to swiftly rub your palm up and down his cock with quick motions, not feeling any skin upon skin resistance. His cock was already hard in your hand, and as you started to pump him, you could feel the clear outline of the veins that ran along his shaft throb against your skin. Laszlo was like putty to be played with and as soon as your hand started moving faster on him he was gasping and groaning, the sensations of last night crashing back over him as he grew so increasingly closer again. His hips thrust into your hand in desperation and he could feel his climax appearing any second. All he needed was one more pump, one more.

But you let go of him, placing your hands upon the bedsheets to thrust your body out of bed and gathering your clothes to be changed into in for the day head.

Laszlo whimpered and collapsed headfirst into the bed, his head bouncing upon the buoyancy of his pillow as once again his oncoming orgasm was ripped away from him. He felt like sobbing, a harrowing feeling carving within his chest but he refrained himself from doing so, still trying to hold onto whatever sense of dignity he might have left within him. But oh how that dignity would soon slip away.

With you leaving the bed Laszlo was forced to start his own morning ritual and prepare for the day while ignoring the obvious strain upon himself. His dick was still rock hard and achingly sore, his tip dripping out pre-cum in the hope for sensation, a sensation he now had come to released he likely wouldn’t feel anytime soon. He hissed through his teeth as he attempted to shove himself into his slacks for today, grimacing at the obvious tent that struck out. He wanted to hate you for all the desperation you were causing him, to argue with you and make you feel sorry for what you were doing to him but he couldn’t find it within him. Not when he felt like he deserved it from the way he treated you, plus perhaps even a part of him, a very deep down part of him enjoyed it as well.

Laszlo made sure to put his extra long black coat on this morning, pulling it tightly around himself, hoping it would be enough to conceal what poked out of his slacks from the prying eyes of the public. Though every time he felt Cryus’s eyes upon him, a cold sweat would swarm him, fearing Cryus knew, fearing that Cryus could read him easily. The way Cryus chuckled at something, or the way he looked at Laszlo as if he had a knowing glint in his eye made Laszlo all the more panicked. How could he ever stand to keep his reputation if people knew just how much you could rile him up. If people found out how you could play with him like a rag doll, bringing him to desperation and need for you and only you, he’d never be treated with respect again.

What was worst was today he was having to conduct interviews with families to see if their children should come to stay at the institute. He couldn’t put these interviews off, for some families had travelled far for this, yet it was too warm inside the institute to wear his heavy black coat. In the end, he had resorted to strategically holding his hands over his crotch, or crossing his legs over so no one could see the erection pushing against the material. He hoped by at least a few hours it would go down, for from what he had studied at university and what he knew from his own experiences, a human erection can only last a certain period of time without stimulation before arousal simmered.

You, however, also seemed to be aware of this, for you suddenly dropped by at his institute to deliver some papers you ‘claimed’ you thought he needed but which you both knew that was entirely not the case.

While he was talking to the child and their parents about possible explanations for their behaviour, you just so happened to drop some paper to the ground, right beside Laszlo and so you bend down to pick them up. Instantly Laszlo’s eyes were drawn to your rear, unable to pull them away as his mind was swarmed with images of you bare before him, bent over his desk just a few inches away from him, begging him to enter you. Due to the sudden barrage of images in his mind, his cock hardened again and the stimulation made him groan in frustration, his eyes briefly shutting from the fleeting pleasure that flew over him, and when he was able to open his eyes again, they landed directly upon the parents giving him perplexed looks.

It’s safe to say they didn’t return.

After they had quickly left, you tried to excuse yourself from the room as well, claiming you had somewhere to be, but as your hand rested upon the cold metal doorknob to open it, Laszlo’s hand shot up on the door, preventing it from opening. He pushed himself into your back and you could feel his erection press into you, pushing into the cheek of your rear with greed. His hand left the door to hold your waist tightly, his fingers grasping the clothes that covered the bone of your hip as he pushed his body further into you, letting out a shaky breath.

“Laszlo!” you scorned but he just placed a gentle kiss upon your temple as if that would make up from the desperate way he was acting, “y/n, please, enough with this, I cannot endure this torment any longer”

You pushed his arm off you and spun around on your heel to face Laszlo. Your back was pressed into the door as Laszlo hardly left any space between the two of you as he leaned into you desperately.

“Did you say just the other week that you would not permit any sexual activities within your institute, in fear of one of the children seeing” you reminded him after you had attempted to go down on Laszlo from under his desk while John was in the room, unaware of the situation Laszlo was having to deal with. Laszlo was not happy with you after that and had reprimanded you greatly about how this was a professional children’s institute.

Laszlo bit his lips, remembering his past words and regret seeped into him and his previous level-headedness. His eyes focused back on you greedily, taking in the irresistible way you looked up at him, your chest heaving, parts of your hair coming loose from your do up and the mischievous glint in your eyes. Dam what he had previously said, he needed you over that desk so he could finally gain his release.

“That was before all of this, now I need you, urgently, I can not waste any more time to go back home to our chamber”

Laszlo was going to continue to rant about his desires, about the current images swarming his mind but you simply raised your finger to his lips, pressing it gently upon him, stopping him.

“I would hate for you to break your own rule Laszlo”

He quickly opened his mouth to argue but you talked over him again, “I’ll see you tonight Laszlo”

With that you were able to open the door a small crack due to the space Laszlo had hardly left you but you were able to slip through, leaving Laszlo to mutter to himself in anger. His hand came to stroke his beard in comfort as he paced the room trying to distract himself from his aching erection. Shakingly he dared to lower his hand down to his crotch, grimacing at seeing how his old worn hand shook but he snatched it away. He couldn’t relieve himself, no matter how much he might have wanted to.

Thus started Laszlo’s own personal hell. Every morning you would be on him, your lips trailing all over his body, your hand touching every inch of him till finally, they lowered to giving him hand jobs, pulling him to the brink of pleasure yet pulling away at the last moment, and in the evening you would go down on him, your lips wrapped around him, pushing him as far as you could imagine into your throat just to leave him achingly despondent as you pulled him away as you felt him begin to twitch. He had thought you would only keep this punishment up for a day at the most, knowing how much it hurt him not to seek this release but the longer you continued it, the more distraught and desperate he became.

Soon he no longer held back any tears when you released him before his time. The stimulation of being so close for what felt like to him the thousandth time just for it to be pulled away again felt like you were pricking his sensitive tip with a dozen of painstakingly sharp needles. He would burst out sobbing, crying with tears streaming down his ruddy red cheeks due to his need for friction, his need to finally feel some sort of release.

On the third day of his living hell, you had just finished toying with Laszlo, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his cock through his slacks as he attempted to read. He whimpered from the pressure and in surprise, you watched as he crumbled from the chair and onto the floor from the overwhelming need, and then now he crawled over to where you sat and pulled himself upon his knees before you. His hand clutched your knee as you looked down at him, finding yourself shocked by his desperation. His reading glasses slipping down his nose from the sweat that had gathered on his face, to the point where they threatened to fall off his face but he made no move to push them back up again as he looked up at you imploringly.

“Please y/n,” he said in a broken whisper, “Please, I can’t cope anymore, please”

His hand shook as his fingers dug into your knee and his forehead leaned forward to rest upon your kneecap, pleading for you to end this.

You tutted at him, moving to place your hand under his chin, raising his face away from your knees to look you in the eyes. His own were glistened with tears as he whimpered feeling desire shot through him even in this slight piece of contact.

“You are so desperate for me aren’t you Laszlo?”

“Achingly so my love”

“It’s amusing, how the great Alienist is dependent on me to make him feel good” you murmur, running your finger down his neck instantly causing him to swallow. He held no response for your statement however so you continued to talk.

“In the end, it will always come down to this, you may have the intelligence darling, the reputation, but you’ll always end up on your knees for me, needing me to pleasure you. You couldn’t live without me”

“I’ll always need you” he whimpered

“Who do you belong to?”

“You”

You tilted your head, letting out a puff of laughter at the way his face was bright red in shame, the way he appeared so shy and anxious yet desperate and lustful. How his hand upon your knee shook with nerves but the pupils in eyes were blown up in desire. You leaned forward, moving your hand from under his chin to instead grasp his soft hair, pulling at it so his head was tugged back. He gurgled at the feeling but it was quickly cut off as your lips sought out his, colliding with him. This kiss was messy but hot, making him moan as the sensation shot straight down to his crotch. Both your lips moved upon each other, opening up to press against each other’s lips but it lead the two of you to often miss your mark, instead brushing your lips upon the whole of his lower face as you tried to find his again. Finally, his bottom lip slotted between yours and your teeth bit lightly down upon it, pulling at his lip making him whimper from the sensations. But as soon as the kiss had started it had ended. You let go of him, getting off your seat and stepping over his hunched over body on the floor. You made a beeline towards the door, leaving it open as you passed through. Not supporting himself on your knee anymore, Laszlo collapsed onto the ground, lying curled up within himself due to lack of energy. His hips twitched as if they had a mind of his own, thrusting into the air in desperation, making him sob from the lack of stimulation.

The next day you and Laszlo took a trip out to one of his favourite restaurants, Delmonicos. Laszlo was excited to see what the cook would surprise him with this evening, as often was the tradition when you two took an outing out to his restaurant. The staff knew you well and Laszlo enjoyed the surprise of new food and often work through many different courses. However, that excitement soon swapped to dread and lustfulness as he saw the way your eyes glimmered with mischief and how your lips pulled into a sly smile. You sat opposite from Laszlo at first and made no adventitious towards him, lulling him into a false sense of security, which he paid for very quickly when he made the mistake of leaving his legs open. You shot your foot forward before he had the chance to close his legs, slotting between them and pressing against his crotch.

Lighty, you pressed down further upon his crotch causing Laslzo to whimper from the pressure placed upon him. He bit his lip in an attempt to push down the noises that came to his throat and he scrunched his eyes closed, trying his best to focus not letting other’s dining in the well-respected restaurant hear him. He knew he should have booked a private room.

Laszlo felt he was succeeding in suppressing his moans from the ever-increasing pressure your foot placed upon him, but then he heard an awkward cough beside him and he finally opened his eyes and looked up to see the waiter looking down at him confused.

Laszlo instantly straightened himself, his cheeks turning bright red that not even his beard could hide as he scrambled for a napkin, placing it brashly over his crotch in an attempt to hide where your foot resided. He thanked the waiter for taking in his order of drinks and then he turned to glare at you, his eyes trying to pierce right through you and remind you exactly where the two of you were. You however were desperately trying to hold back a laugh threatening to rip from his throat at how flustered Laszlo had become at almost being caught.

You eventually removed your foot to grant him some slight mercy but the damage was already done. Laszlo could feel the blood shoot down to his crotch, causing his erection to press up against his slacks again and he growled in frustration, knowing no amount of food would be able to distract him from this. He crossed his legs over, using his left leg to push down the erection as much as he could. To his horror though the situation only grew worse for him when he suddenly heard John Moores grating voice calling to him.

John appeared beside the twins, Marcus and Lucius, smiling down happily at the two of you, remarking at how it was a coincidence all of you meeting at this time but then joking about how perhaps it wasn’t due to how Laszlo seemed to spend all of his time here.

“People often ask me, ‘Where do you find Dr Kreizler, at the institute I assume’ and I always have to inform them instead, ‘if you want to find the man in a good mood, he will always be at Delmonico’s, treat him to a meal and he’ll sing to you about psychology like a canary” John chortled, earning a glare from Laszlo.

Though the twins were a lot more apprehensive, not wanting to disturb the two of you, John seemed to pay this no mind and invited himself to sit down at the table. Allowing space for the twins to also sit down, you scooted your chair over till you were now sat beside Laszlo rather than opposite him.

He flinched when he suddenly felt your hand grab a hold of his thigh, squeezing it as the corners of your mouth rose into a smirk causing Laszlo to gulp. You didn’t move your hand at first, just letting it rest upon his leg as you engaged in a discussion with Marcus while Laszlo kept John and Lucius entertained, but slowly your hand just to trail up his thigh, your fingers digging into the soft material of his slacks as you moved higher up to his protruding erection.

The first order of the dish arrived, soup, and Laszlo licked his lips in anticipation, thrilled to finally start eating but as he picked up his spoon, eagerly bringing it to his lips, you finally moved your hand to grasp his bulge through his slacks.

Laszlo sputtered into the spoon from the sudden contact, his legs twitching in jolts at the pressure and pleasure suddenly flooding him. John and the twins glance over at Laszlo confused by his reaction and Laszlo dabs his spilt soup with his napkin and mutters an apology to everyone claiming he inhaled some of it, which sufficed as a reasonable explanation to everyone who went to focus back on their soup.

With one hand, you ate your soup, while your other hand slowly groped Laszlo, pushing your hand into his crotch to bump against his erection, occasionally squeezing it causing Laszlo to instinctively push his hips forward.

He had to bite down on his lip harshly, almost drawing blood to suppress the groan that threatened to leave him as the pleasure mounted, driving all reasonable thoughts from his mind. By the time the waiters came to take the soup back he had hardly touched it causing everyone else to shoot Laszlo confused glances knowing how much he enjoyed his food.

“You’ve hardly touched your soup!” John remarked in surprise, “And you’ve come down with an awful blush, are you well?”

Laszlo wanted to swear under his breath at John’s loud observations, bringing everyone’s attention back to him which he desperately wanted to avoid. Gulping from feeling your grasp tightening upon him quietly he managed to muster out, “A bit under the weather I’m afraid John, but it’s nothing to concern yourself with”

The second dish arrived and that was when you decided it was time to up the ante, to see just how far you could push Laszlo this evening. As the sound of the plates being placed down made a rattle, none of them heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. But Laszlo certainly did.

A small whine emitted from him as his face scrunched up. The feeling of your warm fingers pressing into his soft flesh, brushing up and down his length did all sorts of wonders to him. Quickly his erection pushed up even further causing Laszlo’s body to stiffen with tension. Once again he thrust his hip a fraction upwards, seeking to feel the friction of your hand moving up and down his cock. Laszlo was mortified you dare do something like this so in public, with your friends on either side of you. If any of them looked under the table, even for a split second, they would see the way his cock was out on show, the way your fingers held him, teasing him, how high his erection was. Any ounce of respect they might have had for Laszlo would instantly leave.

At home he was free to moan, groan, whimper all he needed for you, but here he couldn’t dare do so without regaining attention from him, and you were determined to see how far you could push him to hear those delightful noises escape his mouth unwittingly.

You lightly dragged your nails up and down him, tracing the throbbing vein that stuck out in him. Your thumb grazed over his incredibly sensitive tip, deep purple by this point and oozing with pre-cum that aided you in pumping his shaft easier. His cock twitched within your hand, desperately seeking that friction to release as endless days of teasing.

When you placed your cutlery down to allow the waiters to take your second dish, you put your hand under the table as well. To the rest of the people at the table, it simply looked as if you were resting your hands upon your lap, in reality, your spare hand was now cupping Laszlo’s balls. You fondled them, feeling the way skin soft skin upon them tightened under your fingers, the way Laszlo hissed through his teeth at the contact.

As the next dish arrived, Laszlo buried himself in the food, trying to suppress his moans by filling his mouth with it. He might of seem greedy at the moment in front of his friends but he had decided that was better than them realising his current predicament.

He felt him grow increasingly close, however, and that made him fear for the worst. From this relentless edging, the chance of his release taking less time than usual was significantly higher but you wouldn’t let him cum here, not in front of all his friends. Not in a respected establishment. Laszlo didn’t believe in a god but he was ready to pray that that was the case. Laszlo knew if he orgasmed now he wouldn’t be able to hold back the moan that spurred from him, the ecstasy would be too immense.

Whimpering quietly, his head turned towards you, sending you a pleading look. In his eyes they shone with desperation, wetness starting to consume them as he tried to non verbally beg you to stop, to have mercy upon him.

Mercy came rather quicker than both of you expect however when John accidentally knocked his knife to the ground creating such a loud noise it made the two of you jump out of your skins in sudden surprise.

“Oh silly me!” he claimed, bending over to push his head under the table cloth in an attempt to find where his knife and landed and to pick it up.

Just as Laszlo felt his impending release coming, the feeling his load in his shaft, swelling him up and ready to burst out of him at any moment, quick as lightening you pushed his erection back into his slacks, pulling the zip up before John could observe any miscreants under the table.

While Laszlo ached from his orgasm being ripped away from him once again, he shot you a thankful glance for stopping before John could see what had happened and saved him from relentless teasing and embarrassment from John. Though he knew John wouldn’t be one to spread rumours about him, John certainly would remark about it to him and with the exceedingly loud voice he possessed, any stranger could overhear what he had to say and Laszlo feared what the people who disliked him greatly would make of it.

He should have known it was far from over though. Later that night again you were down upon him, his slacks pulled down to his ankles, your hands grasping his twitching thighs as he was pressed up against his house door. He hardly got a chance to close it before you were upon him, ripping his slacks down. Taking your mouth off his cock you lick your lips and glance back up at him teasing him for having his cock out so open in public.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you” you’d whisper, your hot breath washing over his cock making him whimper, “Being on display like that. You became so erect from it. I think secretly you wanted to get caught”

“No,” Laszlo whispered, trying to deny such claims, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh yes you did, you wanted to get caught, shown to the world as the whore you are”

A shiver went through his spine, tears springing to his eyes which he despairingly tried to hold back, but a cry echoed out of him as he felt your warm lips wrap around his tip again, swirling your tongue over it.

But like every night before he was left just on the edge of pleasure, but never getting that release he needed.

The next day he had arranged to meet up with John for a walk, to exercise the brain by teaching John about psychology. He was preparing his outfit for the day, when your hands grasped his shoulders as he felt his back suddenly pressed against the wall, causing a slight yelp of pain and surprise to pass through his mouth.

Laszlo looked at you wide-eyed, seeing how blown your pupils were with lust, but before he could make any remark you dipped your face into the crook of his neck, lighting tugging his skin in your mouth. He cried out at the pain and the bliss of it all, his hand shooting up to grab your hair, not knowing whether to pull you away or hold you close.

You let go of his skin though, instead now placing your lips over the part you just bit and sucking at it, humming to yourself as you saw the instant darkening of his skin, a bruise already forming.

Laszlo’s jaw was slack as he moaned as the feeling of your lips trailing all over his neck leaving wet marks all over him while simultaneously sucking and biting marks onto his neck, covering him so delicately everyone would know exactly who he belonged to. His eyelids fluttered in a daze and his hips buckling as your lips found the paluse in his neck and harshly sucked upon it.

“Y/n” he moaned loudly, his fingers wrapping themselves tighter in your hair to tug at you, making a moan pull from your throat as well as you felt your hair which you had so neatly tied up, come loose from the pins as his hand pulled further.

By the time you were done with him, he was panting heavily, sweat beads upon his forehead, dark marks trailing down his neck and a tent sticking up in his slacks, which seemed now permanently stretched to compensate for the fact he often had an erection.

“You don’t want to keep John waiting!” you teased as you walked away, hearing Laszlo groan at the realisation he was supposed to meet John at any minute though now he was in no state to do so. Ordering Cryus to get the calash ready he quickly ran around his room, attempting to find ways to cover all the bruises on his neck and his erection.

While Laszlo was out you decided to take a walk of yourself to enjoy the park within New York. You loved to observe all the lovely flowers that bloomed during this time of the year and the way the multicoloured birds flew past you, singing their pretty song. While there you encountered a boy selling newspapers, you gave him a shilling and picked up the newspaper, wanting to see what idle gossip was being spread amongst the people today, but a frown was cast upon your face when you started to read exactly what the latest story said.

In the evening Laszlo collapsed through the door exhausted. Every day this edging had been taking a toll on him, as he was brought upon the peak repeatedly it made him an exhausted mess, and in trying to ensure John did not notice the bruises on his neck or the way his slacks stuck out, it tired him immensely.

He dragged his feet through his house, stumbling into the main room, almost collapsing on the floor but he managed to pull himself slightly together and in glancing up spotted you sitting down at the table, clasping your hands in front of you with today’s newspaper beside you.

“Please y/n, no more edging, I can’t cope” he whispered in a broken voice, looking imploringly at you.

“Have you seen the newspapers today Laszlo?” you ask him, and his eyebrows cast down in confusion his lips moving wordlessly for a brief second.

“I have been… otherwise engaged”

“It mentions you in it”

Laszlo’s skin paled as he realised what exactly was written about him in the newspaper. In this whole week’s worth of torment, he had lacked the chance, or rather the courage to tell you why he had snapped at you. He knew he should of for he didn’t want you to find out in this way, but he had been a coward and now it was time to face his comeuppance for repeatedly withholding the truth from you.

“Y/n..” he began to say, taking a hesitantly step towards you but you had already pushed yourself out of your seat and met him in the middle. You looked up at him, with an unreadable expression and Laszlo almost flinched when he felt your hand cup the side of his face, not expecting it.

“The other day, when you snapped at me, it’s because you were worried about that boy, wasn’t it?” you whispered and observed as Laszlo hung his head in shame at the reminder of what he did to you.

“Yes,” he said so quietly even a bat would have struggled to hear it.

You breathe in as you finally understand Laszlo’s predicament, and what you had made him suffer for this whole week because of it.

“It says you were hit”

“The father… he had a mean right hook”

You sigh, almost feeling tears pool in your eyes from sympathy towards Laszlo. Finally, you took a good look upon him as if ultimately observing him for the first time and seeing how tired and worn out he was. Not only had you been putting him under a great amount of tension, but his work had also been eating away at him and he had to nurse his sore jaw back to health.

“Oh, Laszlo” you whispered, wishing he had just told you this sooner.

Laszlo swallowed, feeling guilty for keeping it a secret from you but he became surprised when he felt your gentle lips brush onto his, pulling him into a kiss. The hand that rested on the side of his face moved back to tangle its fingers within his hair, holding his face close to you as you started to push harder into the kiss, moving your lips which Laszlo instantly recoupled. It was needy, desperate, passionate as your bodies pressed into each other.

Your lips hardly left his as you continuously pushed him back till you entered your bedroom. He didn’t notice the change of setting until you finally pulled away from his lips, just to press your hands to his chest and push him onto the bed.

Laszlo flopped down and grasped the duvet of the bed in surprise, looking around briefly at the bed and then back to you who stood before him, smirking at seeing him lying down before you in anticipation. Instantly you crawled onto him, your lips going to nip along his jawline making him gasp softly. Your hands worked at the buttons of his waistcoat, but it was taking too long to undress him.

Grasping the material of his dress shirt in your hand, you ripped it open, tearing it down the middle until it was left in shreds and exposed his chest for you.

Laszlo whined, exclaiming how expensive that was, but you shut him up by shoving your tongue into his opened mouth. You pressed your tongue against him, coxing it to move along with you as you explored every inch of his mouth, determined to feel all of it with your tongue. It made Laszlo hum with approval as he felt the way your tongue felt in his mouth.

Your hands trailed along his chest, running your fingers through the slight amount of body hair that had grown upon him. It felt coarse in your hands but you loved the feeling of it upon your palms. Lightly your fingers tugged upon it, trying not to be too harsh upon him but nevertheless, he moaned into your mouth from it.

You didn’t want to wait around any longer now, and you knew Laszlo couldn’t bear it either. You pulled back from his lips, a trail of saliva linking the two of you for a breath second till it broke. You wanted to laugh at the way his erection poked up so clearly in his slacks, how it had seemed he never stopped having one and his slacks had therefore adjusted to it. Without a seconds hesitation, your hand pulled down the slacks as fast as you could, ripping them off his legs leaving him completely in the nude.

His erection instantly rose, now free of its condiments. The tip was a deep purple and you knew how aching it must be. Already pre-cum smeared the tip, leaking out of Laszlo in excitement. The vein upon him you could see eagerly throbbing in anticipation, desperate for you. You found his cock so pretty, and you just wanted to pepper it in kisses, but now was not the time. He needed to be inside of you at last, and who were you to deny him.

Quickly you rid yourself of your own restricting clothes, and Laszlo watched with pure admiration towards you as your body was exposed to him. He particularly whined as you finally revealed your chest and his mouth was salivating at the thought of taking them in his mouth.

You clambered onto his hips and positioned yourself above him. You took his cock in one hand, making sure he aligned with your cunt, and Laszlo’s hands reached to grab your thighs, stabilizing yourself and for his own sake to have something to cling to.

Taking in one last deep breath, you pushed your hips onto him with a quick thrust downwards, sliding his cock into you.

Laszlo’s head hit the pillow as a loud moan echoed out of him, the hands grasping your thighs tightened, surely leaving bruises for the morning. The feeling of your wet, velvet walls taking him in, opening up for him and surrounding him in heat was orgasmic, and he did almost cum at that very moment. He felt like crying from the swarm of pleasure washing over him, after all these times of handjobs and blowjobs, finally to be buried inside of you was blissful. Instantly his hips tried to push up, attempting to shove himself further into you.

Placing your hands upon your chest, you lift your hips up just to slam them back down onto his hips. A broken sob echoed out of Laszlo from the friction, and already you were panting from the feeling of how Laszlo’s wide girth opened you up, pushing into that spongy spot inside of you that sent electric waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You started to move your hips faster and faster upon him, the sound of clapping mixed with loud moaning from the two of you likely could be heard from anyone in the house. Laszlo rocked his hips in time with you, feeling the need to plunder into you.

“I’m-I’m close” he managed to tell you between gasps.

You looked down upon him and your heart fluttered at the way his cheeks, even coved by his beard, were bright red. His eyes were half open and completely glazed in lust, his lips were puffy from the way you ravaged them earlier but they looked so beautiful now as they hung open from the way he was continuously gasping after every thrust into you.

Your hands left his chest to grasp his shoulders and you coxed him up till his chest was pushed against yours and his hands instantly moved to grasp your back. His stronger hand was placed between your shoulder blades while his other hand was able to rest on the dip of your back. From this position, it was easier for him to thrust into you, and so he did with quick, harsh thrusts that were accompanied by deep grunts. His lips moved from your ears as he bent down slightly to press kisses to your chest. But from all this edging it didn’t take him any time at all to reach his climax and for a second, for a split second, he feared you would rip it away again, that he would be left unsatisfied and aching in torment.

And then he came.

He let out such a lewd moan that if he had more of his wits about him, he would have been deeply blushing at. But instead, his head flew back and you had to grasp his back to ensure he wouldn’t fall back onto the bed. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had washed through him. His legs shook from the stimulation making his whole body convulse, his fingers dug into your back, leaving crescent-shaped marks upon him. You were a moaning mess yourself, feeling the way his seed splattered against your walls, coating them in an oozing warmth. Laszlo continued to cry out from the pleasure as he slowly thrust in time with him pumping, excessive amounts of cum flowing out of him from all the times he had been worked up.

Finally, after what you swore must have been a good few minutes, his thrusts slowed as the final dribble of cum flowed out of him and his head went slack against your shoulder. His body shuddered in timing with his pants as he gasped for breath, feeling like he had just run for his life. His heartbeat steadily against his chest, and from the way you two were so close to each other, it felt as if his heartbeat was one with your own.

He rested there, just enjoying being surrounded by your heart until suddenly you started moving your hips upon him again.

His face shot up to yours in surprise, instantly gasping, “Y/n” but you just smirked.

“After all this time Laszlo,” you started to say, stroking his face, “Would you expect me to let you get away with one orgasm? I haven’t even had my own yet”

And with that, you lifted your hips and slammed back down onto him.

Laszlo cried out, tears springing to his eyes from the sudden overstimulation. His tip hurt, ached as it was pushed up against your walls, but his body betrayed him as you felt him hardening within you again.

You pushed Laszlo back down onto the bed again, and gently you grasped his wrists. With his stronger hand, you pulled it up to his head and held it down there, while with his deformed hand you brought it up to your face, and wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking them gently.

He bit down on his lip, nearly drawing blood as he watched as you did that, making his heart flutter even more from the love for you that overwhelmed him.

As you thrust down upon him, you let go of his hands to push your body down and press your breasts upon his face, instantly he sort for your nipples and wrapped his lips around one, running his tongue along them and sucking.

He adored your breasts and the way your nipples harden under his touches. Sucking upon you brought him comfort and peace but he had to let go as he suddenly felt once again another orgasm pulling close to him.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he started chanting your name between broken sobs, his hips thrusting up on their own once again seeking his orgasm, and shuddering, you felt him twitch and throb within you as he released his seed again. Less this time but still powerful that you felt it pool into you, making you feel full with his already laid load in you.

By now Laszlo was completely spent, his sweat sticky body pressing into the bedsheets, his breath shallow as he tried to recover from it but still you moved your hips upon him.

“Please” he cried out “I- I-I can’t come again. It hurts too much” he sobbed but you sushed him.

“I know you can darling, you be my good boy and treat me okay”

He whimpered in response, feeling pins and needles attacking his tip but still down to your command he thrust his hips lightly into you again.

His body was flushed and trembling in your grasp, broken moans coming from his raw throat but still you rode him, harshly and tightly till you felt your own throes of an orgasm crash down upon you.

As Laszlo felt your cunt grasp him tightly, pulling him in and fluttering around him, it brought him to one last brink. He cried out so loudly the whole street probably heard. It was pain mixed with pleasure as he came. His eyes scrunched up tightly and his mouth was open agaite as he cried, and pushed out the last bits of cum from his poor, throbbing cock.

He finally went limp and you collapsed upon his chest, too exhausted to do anything else. Neither of you moved, instead panting loudly as you tried to steady your breath. Eventually his arms wrapped around you again, and he placed gentle kisses all upon your face,

“Thank you” he croaked and you shot him a confused glance.

“Just- thank you”

A/N: Tomorrow (Sunday 11th) I will be starting my 900 followers celebration in which I will be writing drabble for any requests I get in. I'll be releasing more detail in the morning (bst time) about it, which Daniel characters I will be writing for and one surprise non-Daniel character I will be including in the list 😌 so keep a watch out for that if you would like to send any requests in

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- Laszlo had snapped at you one evening. You knew the stress of helping people at the institute, and then having to deal with the public who held a distane for Laszlo was hard on him. But you didn't appreciate when he would take it out on you by shutting you out, stropping around moodily and becoming very sarcastic and harsh with his words. As soon as he snapped at you he regretted it. You could tell by the way his eyes widened but there was no turning around from it now.

- He attempted to treat you nicely for the rest of the night, asking how your day was, setting the food out for you, putting it away so you didn't have to do any of the tiresome work, reading to you. You appreciated the gestures and it amused you that Laszlo seemed to believe that was the end of it. When you retired for the night Laszlo was at your side, his lips caressing your neck, asking in his own subtle way if you were okay for doing more. Without speaking you pulled yourself on top of him and then moved back till your face was by his dick. Gently you took him in your mouth as he watched you and as you started to bob your head. The little gasps and slight moans that came from Laszlo's mouth was exciting and your eyes trailed on him as you watched his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes fluttering as his mouth remained slightly open. He'd whisper to you how perfect you were, how much he loved you between gasps till he got to a point where he couldn't even form words. You could feel he was close from the way he twitched, and before he could have his release you pulled away from him.

- You smirked to yourself as you pulled yourself back up to the pillow and settled down to sleep. Laszlo was frozen in shock for what you did for a moment, then moved onto his side to whine at you for what you did. He tried to ask you to continue but you refused, and you made sure to tell him if he tried to relieve himself it wouldn't turn out well for him.

- You were able to have a peaceful sleep whereas Laszlo was awake for most of the night, needing the urge to release but unable to do anything about it, therefore, leaving him restless. In the morning a similar thing happens, Laszlo sighed in relief as he felt your hand wrap around him, hoping to end this torment that had kept him up all night. Very quickly he became a moaning mess underneath you but once again you pulled away, telling him he needed to prepare himself for the day. He whined at you, trying to convince you to join him back in bed but to no avail so he begrudgingly had to get up.

- His day was torment, when conducting interviews he had to be careful to hold his hands over his crotch to cover the clear erection upon him. His mind would constantly drift off and be distracted from what people were saying. You were not helping either with being equally distracting such as purposely dropping something on the floor and bending over to pick it up in front of him. He would glare at you knowing what you were doing on purpose. During times of the day, he would try and get you alone, trying to convince you to let him have his relief but you always refused, this was his punishment for snapping at you.

- And thus this continued for the whole week. Every night and morning you would tease him, bringing him to the edge of release but then letting go before he could ever achieve it and it had him getting on his knees and begging you to relieve him. Tears would fall from his eyes in a desperate plea. He never would have thought he'd reach the stage of that, always viewing himself as a man of a higher standing, who would never resort to pleading but when it came to you and what you were doing to him, at this point he would do anything.

- You enjoyed teasing him a bit too much in public, resting your hand on the inside of his thigh as you ate together at a restaurant, letting your fingers gently ghost against his crotch but pulling them away just as quickly. Whispering dirty things into his ears as you walked past him, revelling in the blush it brought to his cheeks. Giving him hickeys upon his shoulder which he would then desperately attempt to cover up so John wouldn't comment on them.

- By the time a week was up Laszlo was a mess. He needed you like the earth needs the sun like humans need air. Every moment he was practically on you, begging for release. He half believed at this point you could simply kiss him and that would be enough for him to lose it. His dick throbbed for you, the tip a deep purple colour and pre-cum already leaking. You felt pity for him in the end, and while you enjoyed seeing how desperate he was for you, you were more hyped to see how he would react when you finally gave him the release he craved.

- And oh was his reaction magnificent. He made no attempt to hide his pleasure, his loud moans as you rode him to oblivion. His hand desperately gripped onto you for some guidance as you relentless moved on top of him. He didn't take him long to finish, after being edged for so long, but you didn't stop there though. Oh no. Seeming as he was so desperate for this you were going to keep riding him till he couldn't cope anymore. Tears sprung from his eyes from the overstimulation, he could utter no words as his mouth was raw from moaning, his chest heaved heavily as he panted for breath, coming again and again.

- By the time you were finally done he was exhausted and dazed out, but as you settled into bed beside him, he clung to you desperately, whispering thank you to you over and over as he cuddled into you.

You felt chrestfallen.

Laszlo stood beside his defendant, trying to force the juries to reconsider their thoughts, that this man needed help, help which he could provide and shouldn't be given the death sentence. That this man didn't understand what he had done wrong and Laszlo thought it as clear as day and that it didn't warrant a death sentence. But unfortunately, he lost, Laszlo lost the case.

You were heartbroken for the defendant, yes, but you were heartbroken for Laszlo as well. You knew how losing the case would rest heavily upon his soul, how angry and upset he will become of himself.

On the ride home in the clash, the tension was thick. You both didn't say a word, you just awkwardly sat looking out of the windows till Cryus finally brought you home.

Within the house you started to prepare Laszlo's dinner while he paced around in the kitchen angrily, muttering making you unsure if he was talking to you, or talking to himself.

Occasionally he would run his hand through his hair, or pick up a piece of carrot and chuck it to the floor in anger, trying to relieve some tension.

After the third time, you really had to say something before he worked his way through the whole of your carrot supplies.

"Really Laszlo," you began, "I know the court case was hard on you today, but this isn't the first time you've lost. And compared to all the cases you have won well..."

Laszlo's head snapped to you, his nose flaring, his eyes glimmering with anger.

"But it is still a life lost, because of me" he hissed "If I had done better, that man could have been free"

You take a step closer, placing your hand upon the side of his face in an attempt to calm him, "They were already decided upon his fate before you arrived Laszlo, there was nothing more you could have done"

His hand rose before you could blink and grasped your wrist, pulling your hand away from his face to hold it tightly within his grasp.

"There is always more I could have done. But father was right, I was always just an imposter"

You opened your mouth again to speak but suddenly Laszlo pulled you forward by your wrist so that your body was pushed against his, his lips instantly pressing against your mouth hard, capturing any words you were going to say.

His tongue pressed against your lips, forcing its way into your mouth before you had a chance to open your lips eagerly. The hand that clutched your wrist, let go and instead found its way to the back of your neck, holding you still against his ravaging lips. They moved all over your lips, attempting to feel every part of you as his tongue eagerly danced within your mouth, his beard scratched lightly at your skin as he positioned his face at a better angle to fully taste you.

He started to step forward, causing your body to have to back up as his arm wouldn't let go of you until your back hit the table. Without even having to think about it, you hoisted yourself up onto the table, wrapping your legs around his body to still hold him close.

Eventually, he had to pull back from breath and so he glared down upon you, desire growing within him as he watched the way your chest rise and fell before him, the red gleam on your cheeks and innocent doe eyes.

"I'm a fake, tell me I am y/n" he whispered as he brought his lips down onto your neck, and nipped at the skin there causing you to gasp. When you didn't supply him with an answer though he bit down harder, certainly leaving a mark, "tell me it y/n" he growled

"You're a fake Laszlo" you breathed out, trying to appease the man.

It worked, urging him on further as his hand reached up to your dress and ripped apart the fabric. A break got caught in your throat feeling his bear, course hands upon your delicate skin, kneading them with reckless abandonment.

He played with you, muttering things in Hungarian and german under his breath as he sent pleasure coursing through you. Eventually, though his hand went to the end of your dress, yanking it up to your hips, exposing your already wet cunt to him, making him hum in approval.

Without so much as a warning, he pressed two fingers inside of your warm cunt, instantly curling them making you cry out in pleasure and grab onto his shoulders tightly.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace, angling them directly into that sweet spot within you, making your legs quiver from the pleasure.

"Tell me, how does it feel, to be at the mercy of an imposter, a man who is worth nothing" he growled into your ear as you tried to get the words to wanted to say out between your moans.

"It feels perfect, god it's perfect Laszlo"

At your words he moved his thumb to press against your clit, rocking against it and in a matter of moments you were cumming around his fingers.

After letting you ride your orgasm out, he removed his fingers and pulled down his slacks. You were barely recovering from your orgasm when you felt his tip press up against your entrance. Instantly your back straightened, clutching onto Laszlo desperately as he quickly pushed his way into you, prising you open.

Finally pushing himself all the way in, he groaned into your shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being completely surrounded by your warmth. He still had anger held within him though and he needed to dispel it.

He pulled his hips back, so that the tip was just within, then harshly pushed back into you making you cry out. His hips continued to thrust into you again with as much speed as he could muster, making your moans echo through the room from the fast-paced way his tip pressed against your sweet spot.

You were withering in his gasp, a hot melting mess as he continued to talk to you.

"Being ravaged, penetrated by an imposter, is that who you really are? Are your standards that low you'd take in someone like me" he'd groan, feeling his impending release.

His hand grasped your thigh as he looked down to watch the way he thrust into you, how you took him so easily.

"L-Laszlo I'm, I'm so close" you managed to gasp out, feeling the coil within your core burning.

His fingers on your thigh dug in tighter in anticipation.

"Cum then, cum for your imposter"

You let out such a loud, lewd moan as you felt yourself cum undone around him, and the sensation of your walls clenching and fluttering around him was too much, with a loud groan into your neck Laszlo came as well.

Slowly his thrusts stilled, though he didn't pull out of you. Instead, he heaved, trying to steady his breath and pounding heart.

You could feel the sob getting caught within your throat, trying to push its way out of you, to let it be heard, to let your pain and anguish be felt by him. You bit your lip though, suppressing any voice, any sign of weakness and sadness to appear from you.

Zemo stood in front of you, suitcase in hand, his jaw stiffened as he himself was trying to hold back the slightest form of sorrow, for he knew where it would lead the two of you. His fingers flexed upon the strap of his suitcase, the tendon in his arm pushing against his skin as he tensed, ready to say his final words.

This was it.

There was no going back.

After Sokovia he had been a broken man, left completely and utterly alone with everything meaningful in his life ripped away from him. He was an empty shell, moving through life without anything going for him. That was until you found him. Like a match struck suddenly there was a flicker of light within him again, some warmth to burn inside of him and shelter him from the blistery cold winds of his depression. You were there to build the man up again, to save him from drowning. You were his hero, and who didn't fall in love with their hero?

But Zemo wasn't the heroine. He was the antagonist.

Love was bittersweet, a fleeting feeling and the stronger he grew again, the stronger his lust for revenge grew. With you unknowingly helping, he found his purpose again. To make the avengers pay for what they did to him, and his family.

But he knew he couldn't involve you in this. And so he was leaving.

He'd already broken up with you, sitting you down one night and telling you things just weren't working out anymore for he couldn't tell you the true meaning. Now it was his time to leave.

Swallowing down all the other words he wanted to say, everything that ached in his chest, he instead nodded his heart towards you.

"Thank you" he started, "For giving me a place to heal and recover. I'll always be indebted to you"

You didn't speak a word, your eyes instead continuing to stare deep into him.

"I suppose there's nothing else to say"

He faltered for a minute, then with his other arm, he held his hand out for you to shake.

Your eyes finally left his, to glance down at his hand before you, waiting for you to grasp him one last time, one last skin on skin contact. But you refused.

You drew your eyes up to him again, shaking your head as finally tears spilt from you, flowing down your cheeks and Zemo's eyes widened with remorse.

"Helmut" you crocked, "Please, why are you doing this"

Finally, he drew his hand back, his palm scrunching up as if the lack of contact caused him pain.

"Y/n... we've been over this"

"No! You're not telling me the truth Helmut, please, tell me why. Is it something to do with me? Did I upset you? Am I not good enough?" you paused for a second, then took one step forward into Zemo's comfort zone.

"Am I not as good as your wife?"

With those words, something snapped within him.

Instantly he leapt forward, letting go of his suitcase, his hand grasping the back of your head, tangling in your hair while his other hand pressed against your rear as you were shoved up against the wall. His lips found yours and pressed against you harshly. There was no room for breathing, for words, just body pressed against body, lips roaming each other. He lifted you up with his hand, and instantly you wrapped your legs around his waist, securing you there. Your hand grasped onto his back, digging your nails through the fabric making him growl from the slight stinging pain.

He pulled you away from the wall, holding you tightly to his body he matched to your bedroom and tossed you down upon the bed.

He breathed heavily as he looked down at how you were lying down before him, his cheeks had a slight pink tinge and his hair has fallen down from their previously held position so that they dangled upon his forehead.

His fingers grabbed the end of the jumper he wore and quickly pulled it over his head, exposing his toned abdomen. He stood there for a moment, just a moment, then climbed onto the bed, hovering on top of you, his face inches from yours.

In the past he took his time with you, wanting you to feel every ounce of pleasure he could bestow upon you but now he had a deadline, he didn't have the time.

His hands grasped your shirt and tore it open, making you gasp. Instantly his lips found your chest, pressing kisses upon it as his fingers snaked around your back and swiftly undid the hooks on your bra. He yanked it off and placed a soft kiss upon each breast before then trailing his kisses down your stomach.

He reached where your trousers were, and quickly tugged them down your legs, leaving you only in your panties.

Hooking his teeth on the material, sensually he pulled them off you, leaving you completely bare before him.

He stood back up, tumbling with the belt on his trousers, ripping it off and shoving them down.

You smiled at seeing him bare before you again, worried that you might have never seen this slight again. You shivered when you felt his warm hands grasp your thighs and pushed them open, holding you open for him.

He pushed his face into your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit as he flicks his tongue along your slit, lapping up the juices that already was making you wet.

You groaned and tried to gride your hips down, pushing him further into you but once again he drew back.

He grasped his cock with one hand, and he knew he should use a condom but at this moment he wasn't thinking, all he needed was to be inside you one last time, you feel your warm walls grasp him one last time.

He pulled himself back over you, pressing his lips back onto you so that you could taste yourself upon him. He positioned himself over your entrance, and with one quick thrust forward he breached you, pushing into your pulsing walls.

He let out a groan, overcome by the way you feel and so he hovered, not moving as he tried to savour this feeling again. You whined though, feeling the way he pulsed within you and craving him more.

Placing one hand upon your waist and another to cradle your head, he started to thrust into you, angering his hips to hit that spongy spot inside you that made you melt. He grunted every time he thrust, feeling the primal urge inside of him to ruin you, but he restrained himself.

You called out his name, crying out in pleasure as he thrust into you. Your hips buckled and ground down onto him, pushing him as far in as you could manage.

He knew you, he knew everything you liked and it wasn't long before you were pulled to the edge of your orgasm. That hot coil burning within you, threatening to snap. His thrusts grew more erratic and he felt himself getting close, but desperate for you to have your release first.

And so you did. You shook, crying out as your legs twitched and your wetness came all over him. With your walls grasping him tightly, making his own moan rise from within his chest, he released inside of you. His seed pushing far into you, coating your walls.

You laid there, completely worn out but in bliss as he slowly pulled out of you. He fetched a towel and helped clean you up, whispering praises at you which you barely heard.

Finally, as you drifted to sleep, you felt a gentle kiss being placed upon your forehead and a very faint murmur of goodbye.

When you awoke the next day, your bed was cold, your house was empty. Any presence of Zemo had vanished as if he had never been there at all. You curled your legs into your chest, realising you never got to tell him you loved him, that you never got to wish him goodbye. You curled in on yourself and cried.

Zemo stood at the airport, once again his suitcase in hand. He glanced down at his phone, a picture of you, of your warm smile, staring back at him. One tear ran down his cheek, as he pressed the bin button, and your picture was gone forever. The warmth candle within him was blown out, leaving him back in the blistering cold.

Your finger trailed down the softness of his beard, to then follow along his jawline and finally upon his chin, forcing his head to tilt towards you, where his eyes clearly bore into yours in exasperation.

"We can't" Laszlo muttered, looking into your pleading eyes.

"But-" you begin but he cuts you off, "I'm the headmaster of this institute, a children's institute y/n, I cannot be seen to- I can't permit any sexual activities to happen here, including my own"

He carefully took your hand from under his chin, and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon them, and then turning back to your face and shooting you an apologetic smile.

But you weren't going to give up that easily.

With his hand still holding yours, you stood up from your seat beside him, and instantly choose to sit down on his lap instead, so that you were facing him.

"Y/n!" he hissed, his cheeks reddening instantly. His eyes instantly skirt to the door behind you, which while was firmly shut, made him worried a child might wander through any moment.

"I need you!" you whined, grounding down your hips upon him causing him to shudder.

"We really shouldn't" he argued, his confidence in his words however quickly slipping.

You leaned forward, your warm breath blowing over his ear as you spoke in a low voice, "If we're quiet, they'll never know, and I really, really, need to feel you in me"

Laszlo's hand had moved down to grasp your hip, steadying them upon him as you both felt his erection press up against his slacks. He let in a deep breath trying to steady himself, but all resolve was lost when you undid the first few buttons of your dress, exposing your chest to him.

Laszlo pulled you off his lap, his hand still wrapped around your waist as he quickly pushed you over to the sofa in the office. He let go of you, to let you lie down upon the sofa and then he crawled over on top of you. His hand pulled at your dress, tugging it down further so he could have better access to your breasts. He pressed kisses upon them, determined to cover them as much as he could.

You moaned in delight, your hand raising to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly which pulled his own moan out of him. As he rested his head in your chest, he pushed his hand further down, grasping ahold of the bottom of your dress to yank it up to your hips.

Not wanting to waste any time, he pulled back from you to push his own slacks down, letting his cock bounce up. Grasping it in his hand, he leaned back down, placing a gentle kiss upon your lips as he slowly pushed into you.

You both gasped at the feeling, you from the way he stretched you out and him from the way your warmth surrounded him. Slowly inch by inch he continued to push into you until he was fully seated inside of you. He stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of you.

Eventually though, with slow and calculated movements, he began to thrust into you. His lips found your breasts again, sucking on them, rolling your nipples with his tongue making you begin quietly moaning his name.

So this continued, both of you so enraptured with each other you didn't hear the sound of quiet talking and footsteps coming closer and closer to the door until it suddenly burst open.

"Laszlo you won't begin to understand what Theo-good god!"

Both your heads snapped to the doorway where John stood, his face quickly turning bright red as Sara stood closely behind him, instantly looking away from the two of you.

"Christ, John!" Laszlo exclaimed, attempting to use his body to cover your exposed body, and praying John didn't see anything of him.

John froze for a second, unable to process everything he just saw, and knowing however much he might want to, that image would never leave his mind. Eventually, Sara grasped the door handle and closed it, giving the two of you privacy again.

Both your gazes turned to each other groaning in annoyance at John's lack of manners, but at your eyes locked onto each other, you both could help but let out a chuckle, which stood turned into unstoppable laughter as you remember the horrified look upon John's face.

It was safe to say John always knocked before entering Laszlo's office now.