Poisonous

Eyes on the road

This chapter is spicy, I'm just warning you. There's no plot. I got bored and this is what I wrote so enjoy. 

As they gathered their things to leave Zemo kept close to Y/N. If he wasn't tightly clutching her hand, he made his presence known with a comforting touch to the small of her back or her shoulder.

She didn't protest because she could fear something like fear practically radiating from him. It was consuming, at times it was almost like she was feeling it herself. So the constant contact ended up being a comfort for both of them.

The only time he released her was when he carried their bags to the elevator and then out to the car. But even then he was practically standing on top of her with how close he was.

When they got in her car Zemo reached over from the driver's seat to place a hand on her leg. "Alright what's going on. For the past thirty minutes you've been treating me like I'm about to evaporate," Y/N said.

He rubbed circles on her thigh as he spoke. She wouldn't be quick to admit it but his protectiveness sent shivers down her spine. "You're in danger, we're going to see someone very dangerous," he calmly explains, looking over to gauge her response multiple times.

His explanation isn't nearly as descriptive as she would like but he does rarely give her the full picture. "Eyes on the road mister. And that's not going to cut it. Who exactly are we going to see?" she demanded.

He sighed and turned his head back to the road as she had requested. "The power broker."

Her eyes widened upon hearing the name again. The Powerbroker had been mentioned when they were in Madripoor but she had never come into contact with them. From the way people spoke about the mysterious figure Y/n could assume they were in fact someone dangerous as Zemo had said.

"Is that who you got that message from?" Y/N asked, trying to figure out more of what was going on.

"Yes and then I got a call. It was... well you were threatened. I um... I just. Look, I'm going to keep you safe. I promise," he managed to stutter out. Y/N's mind was drawn back to him sitting on the couch looking like he had just been crying. She connected the dots with relative ease and was taken aback by just how much he cared for her.

Y/N placed her hand over his, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Hey, I'm going to be alright," she said.

"Yes, I will make sure of it," he stated. His words were kind but his tone was laced with anger and determination. It gave her chills when he tightened his grip on her leg. Involuntarily she took a sharp breath in.

Zemo's head jerked to the side, eyes full of concern as they stared into hers. "Are you alright, love? Did I hurt you? I'm terribly sorry," he rambled, removing his hand from her leg.

Y/N was quick to grab his hand and intertwine their fingers. "No no, I'm alright. You just scared me a bit," she explained, easily lying through her teeth.

The lie fell from her lips like it was nothing. But Zemo had become an expert on her in the time they had known each other. He noted that she spoke quickly when she lied. Knowing this he easily connected the dots that she was not in fact scared, but something else entirely.

Both of them needed a distraction from the impending danger they would be in. So Zemo took this as his opportunity to flirt. His voice became low and seductive. "Darling, are you sure that's all?" he asked.

It was easy for Y/N to notice the connotation of his comment. She dropped his hand and turned to the window to hide her blushing face. "Yes, that's all," she answered, her voice shaky and unconvincing.

Without looking away from the road, Zemo reached a hand out to grip her chin. He turned her face to him and only then did it look at her. His eyes met hers with such ferocity she could feel it in her every bone. "Don't lie to me," he growled. "Now tell me, is that all?"

"No, sir." Her eyes went wide at her response. It had been trained into her to reply to authority that way but it had never come out like this before.

"Mhm, good girl," he murmured, stroking the side of her face with his thumb. Almost instinctively she nuzzled into his hand and sighed lightly.

Now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. So Y/N spoke instead, trying to alleviate the tension one way or another. "You seem stressed, how can I help?" she asked mischievously.

With the hand that wasn't holding her face Zemo's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Oh, I think you could come up with something."

She grinned at his short response, knowing that she was in fact getting under his skin. Her voice turned serious and commanding as she spoke. She pried his hand from her face and placed it back on the steering wheel. "Hands on the wheel and eye's on the road. Don't lose your focus. I don't want you crashing my car," she commanded.

Zemo knew exactly what she was planning and the anticipation was too much for him to come up with something smart to say back. Once he nodded, Y/N reached over the seat to lightly palm his bulge. He was already pretty hard from her teasing so it didn't take much for him to become fully erect.

She reached her hand into his pants removing him from the confines of the cloth. Before she could get to work she stopped to whisper into the man's ear. "Is this alright?" she asked.

With her hands so close to where he wanted them to be Zemo was only able to produce a choked moan and a simple nod. But Y/N knew what he meant.

Without much warning she leaned down and licked the tip of his cock. His hand instantly found its way into her hair. Y/N stopped and gripped his wrist firmly, moving his hand back to the steering wheel. "No," she said simply.

As punishment for his unrestrained behavior she continued to leave quick licks on his tip. But once she thought he had learned his lesson, Y/N took the rest of his length in her mouth.

And she stayed like that for a second, not moving or sucking much to Zemo's dismay. She looked up at him waiting for his response. "For the love of god. Please fucking do something," he groaned.

That was all the persuasion she needed. Y/N started bobbing her head and sucking, only to be rewarded with a delicious moan. This was encouraging so she continued with a couple licks to the shaft before deepthroating him again.

He thrust into her mouth as she skillfully took care of him. It wasn't long before he was coming undone. "I'm about to finish, dear," he told her, voice shaking with pleasure.

Knowing it would be enough to push him over the edge, Y/N moaned around his dick. And her assumption was correct because once she did that he released into the back of her throat.

She removed her mouth from him, swallowing the load and then licking any extra mess from both him and herself. She carefully slid his cock back into his pants and shifted back into her own seat. "Feel better?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, I do. Wow, you are incredible," Zemo said out of breath.