fixations-and-obsessions

[fixations-and-obsessions]

Take Me High

Warnings- Smut, Oral F!/Receiving

Summary- You aren’t feeling well on Zemo’s plane and he comes to help you in the bathroom.

A/N- It has been a long time since I’ve written so I’m sorry. 

Word Count- 2k

Sam and Bucky are your best friends in the whole world. You would do anything for them. Which was why you were stepping onto this plane with both of them- and Zemo. It was definitely not the ideal situation, but it was the best one you had. You trust that Sam and Bucky wouldn’t steer you wrong.

You had to admit you were very impressed with the luxury you were receiving. You snuggled more comfortably into your chair and let out a content sigh.

“Comfortable?” Zemo questioned.

You eyed him to see if there was any intended malice. Zemo offered a very gentle smile that sent warmth into your cheeks. You brushed it off as the lovely champagne you were supplied with upon entering.

“Yes, very. Thank you,” you averted your eyes feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

Zemo raised his eyebrows slightly. He was shocked to receive thanks.

Things were oddly easy with Zemo. There was pleasant conversation, even a few laughs and smiles. You couldn’t help but be grateful for his company. Everything had changed after the battle with Thanos. You lost Natasha and Steve who were two people that you loved dearly and were very close to. None of it was easy. No one ever talks about it but mourning is hard work. It’s messy, painful, and draining. And you mostly had to do it by yourself. Bucky had gone off to deal with the broken pieces of his life. Sam had left to see his family and work things out with them. Then there was you. And it was too much.

Somehow talking to Zemo and having Sam and Bucky chime in made you feel less alone. You were starting to ache less. You craved that.

Helmut was also enjoying himself as much as he’d hate to admit it. After being in a prison cell for years, this luxury and the company was much appreciated. Especially you. Helmut found himself always being drawn back to you. Even in silence. Even when someone else was speaking, his eyes would find you and watch how your face lights up when you smile at your friends.

“-my dad was so mad at me,” Sam smiled and chuckled at the story he was recounting for us.

Zemo quietly excused himself after laughing at Sam’s story. He briefly said something about checking with the pilot and catching up with the staff.

You stared out the window watching the clouds underneath you for a while. You thought back to Steve and Natsha and your heart felt heavy once again. You bit your tongue to try to get your mind back to you. It helped some but you were still feeling overwhelmed.

You stood up and smoothed out your shirt, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Bucky must have seen the odd look on your face because he asked if you were alright.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little nauseous from the plane. I’m going to splash some water on my face and be in an enclosed space with no windows for a bit.” Technically it wasn’t a lie because looking out the window did make your stomach a little uneasy earlier.

Bucky nodded and you ducked out to the small bathroom. You locked the door behind you and pressed your back to it. Closing your eyes for a moment, a tear slid down your cheek unprompted. You cursed at yourself and wiped at your face. You opened your eyes and pushed yourself off the door. Placing your hands on the sink counter made you feel better because of the inviting bite of the cold. You turned on the faucet and splashed some water on your face.

You let your hands stay on your face for a moment before returning them to the side of the sink and staring into the mirror. Deep breath in through your nose. Deep breath out through your mouth. You continued doing this.

Zemo emerged back into the main area of the plane. He looked at your vacant seat and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Where is Y/n?”

Sam looked up at him, “She’s in the bathroom, I don’t think she’s feeling well.”

Zemo nodded, “I have something that can help her,” he disappeared for a moment and came back with some pills and a water bottle. He knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/n, I have something that will help.”

The knocking on the door startled you. You turned off the faucet and took a look at yourself. You fix your hair a bit before you unlock and open the door.

Zemo slides in and shuts the door behind him. “I brought you this to help with the nausea,” He held out his hand with two pills in his palm.

You reach out to take the pills from him and your fingertips touch his palm. You gasp quietly and recoil your hand the tiniest bit. You hope he doesn’t notice but you allow your eyes to glance up at his to see that his are already trained on you. He seems to search your eyes for a moment. You avert your eyes and take the pills for his hand confidently this time.

His other hand reaches out to offer you the water bottle. You take it and open the cap. Taking a swig of the water to wet your throat, your eyes meet Zemo’s. You take a second sip and pop one of the pills in your mouth and swallow. You do the same with the second one. You haven’t broken eye contact with Zemo yet. However, it’s not intense or threatening, or even challenging.

Your hands shake slightly trying to put the cap back on the water bottle. Helmut’s eyes fall to your trembling hands. He reaches out and cradles your hands.

“Here, let me.”

Although his eyes are focusing on your water bottle, you stare awaiting the return of his eyes to yours. He looks up and smirks handing it back to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly and sincerely.

He huffs, “You are always thanking me, darling. What for this time? The pills or closing the water bottle?

You swallow dryly, “everything.”

Helmut smiles at you and bows his head before taking a step towards the door.

“Wait,” you say louder than you’ve spoken since you’ve been in here. You reach out and grab his hand that is closest to you.

Zemo stops in his tracks and looks back at your hand that is holding his.

You drop his hand and blink furiously while shaking your head, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

Zemo steps back towards you. This time he is the one to reach for your hand. With his unoccupied hand he tilts your chin up towards him. His eyes dart back between your eyes and your lips. You do the same.

After what feels like an eternity, he dips his head down and places his lips on yours. It was such a simple kiss and it left you yearning for more so you deepened the kiss and captured his lips. It felt like your heart has exploded. This was it. This was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You couldn’t explain it but it was right.

You let go of his hand and cradled his face with both of yours. He let out a sigh and placed one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. Then he pushed you back against the wall gently and he deepened the kiss even further. You felt heat rush to your core. He swiped his tongue into your mouth and then it was your turn to sigh. You just melted for him immediately. Becoming putty in his hands, you let him explore your mouth with his talented tongue.

He broke away to let you breathe which you were thankful for. His eyes searched your face wildly. You pulled him back into you and kissed him with fervor. His hands slid up to your waist and his thumbs rubbed at the material there.

Helmut broke away again but this time to show his love to your neck. You tilted your head to allow him more access. He kissed and sucked at your neck all the way from your ear to your collarbone. You let out a few moans during his trek. However, you remembered that your friends are not far away and that you would have to keep mostly quiet.

You ran your fingers through Zemo’s hair to which he hummed in appreciation and nipped at your collarbone. He returned his lips to yours and you easily molded your body back into his. This time it was you who slipped your tongue into Zemo’s mouth and you could feel the smile at his lips.

At some point he had slipped his leg between yours and his thigh was placed against a very sensitive area. When you became aware of this, you ground down on his thigh. Your lips parted so you could moan, something that Zemo really loved apparently. He lifted his thigh to give you more pressure and you ground down and moaned once again.

Zemo growled deeply and attacked your lips. He swallowed your moans as you continued your ministrations. His right hand came down to unbutton your pants. He slipped his hand in your pants and rested his fingertips on your pubic bone. That was still way too far away for your liking. You bucked up into his hand and whined.

“More,” you moaned, “please”

Zemo pecked your lips, “anything for you.”

His middle finger traced up your clothed slit and you shuddered. He pressed down where he knew your bundle of nerves would be. You almost choked at the pleasure. Finally, he slipped his hand past your underwear and did the exact same thing as before but without anything in the way. You let your head hit the wall as your mouth opened. You tried to remind yourself to keep quiet, but you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when Zemo’s fingers entered you.

Zemo kissed and bit at your neck while his fingers thrust into you. You found yourself rocking into his hand when he would pull out. You reached down to palm his achingly hard erection through his pants. He released a guttural moan as you rubbed him. His fingers sped up and then slid out of you to quickly swirl around your clit before going back in. That made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Despite receiving pleasure from you, Zemo turned all his attention onto you. His thumb started swiping and rolling your clit at a brutal but steady pace as his fingers curled up into your g-spot. You gripped Zemo’s hair and his eyes were drawn to your face as you came around his fingers. Your head hit the wall, eyes shutting tightly, and your mouth falling open into a silent scream.

It was the most mesmerizing thing Zemo had ever seen. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

You panted hard and grabbed the front of Zemo’s shirt for stability. He slipped his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss.

He smirked at you and kissed your forehead, “Do you want some water?”

“I want you,” you panted and pulled him to you again. You kissed him fiercely and palmed at his pants. You moved to start taking them off of him when there was a knock at the door. You both stilled.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” Sam asked with obvious concern leaking from his voice.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself before replying, “Yeah, I’m good now. I’ll be out in a sec.” You heard Sam’s retreating footsteps.

You looked at Zemo apologetically. He smiled genuinely at you and picked up your hands to kiss both of them.

“It’s okay, my love. We’ll have more time together soon.” He leaned closer and pecked your lips.

You nodded, “I should head back.”

“Go on, I’ll be with you shortly.”

You leaned in for one last kiss because you didn’t know how long it would be until the next one. You pulled away sadly and buttoned up your pants. You looked in the mirror and fixed your appearance as best you could. You spared one more look at Zemo before you left the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you to give Zemo some time to freshen up and calm down. You walked back to your seat. Sam and Bucky’s eyes followed you worriedly.

“Hey, are you okay? Why was Zemo in there so long?” Bucky asked

“I got a little sick and Zemo stayed with me and rubbed my back until I felt better.” You clarified, hoping they would buy it.

Sam scrunched his face up. “He rubbed your back?”

You nodded.

Sam turned to bucky, “I don’t like getting to know Zemo.”