Baby Girl ~ Baron Zemo Fanfiction

Season 1, Episode 4: Desperate For You

⚠️NSFW CHAPTER⚠️

The coat was ripped off as soon as the door closed behind them both. She panted and tugged his shirt off, needing him closer to her already. Their lips met, sloppy and desperate. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck while his found the back of their thighs, signalling her to jump and she did.

"Zemo, please don't tease." She groaned as she was pushed against the wall behind her and his hands run up and down her sides. "It's been too long." She muttered against his mouth and he moved them both to the bed below them.

He didn't say anything as he ripped off her bra and her panties. He got on his knees at the edge of the bed and bought her in closer. "Darling, it's been too long since I have tasted you." He says huskily and she bit her lip at the anticipation before feeling his mouth blow cool air onto her aching core.

"Please..." Her voice came out desperate and she wiggled her hips. He looked up at her with dark brown eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to her clit. She whimpered pathetically and threw her head back. "Zemo..." She exclaimed frustratingly.

She looked down at him again as his tongue darted out to flick her clit. She gasped, a hand carding through his soft hair. His lips then wrapped around her bundle of nerves and he began to suck gently. She gasped and gripped his hair tighter.

"Oh yes," she whispered. Tugging at his hair harder, desperate to feel him everywhere. Zemo's hands guilting up until they got to her breasts, he rolled her nipples between his index finger and thumb. She moaned, loving the feeling of his hands on her skin and most sensitive parts.

Zemo pulled back slightly, looking into Delia's blue ocean eyes, "Schatz, you're beautiful like this." (Sweetheart) He whispered huskily and dived back in, eating her out like a starved man.

Delia grabbed ahold of one of his hands, needing something to ground herself on. "Ah, fingers— fingers bitte." (Please) She moaned out, wanting to feel him inside her anyway she could.

Zemo pulled his free hand back and put them in Delia's mouth, coating them in her saliva before pushing one digit inside her slowly, testing her out. Delia's eyes closed tightly, needing more than just one finger and as if he could read her thoughts, he pushed in the second finger.

"Scheiße, es ist so gut, Zemo." (Fuck, it's so good Zemo) She whimpered, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers. His fingers sped up and he continued sucking on her clit, pulling delicious and loud moans from her mouth.

She could feel her high coming, that coil in the pit of her stomach getting stronger and stronger. "Schmeckt so gut, kleiner Vogel. Wirst du für mich kommen?" (Taste so good, little bird. Are you going to cum for me?)

"Ja, ja." (Yes, yes) She panted both hands now on his head, fingers pulling at his hair harshly. She knew how much he liked it when she tugged on his hair. "Ah, Zemo— I-"

"Cum for me." And she did, her legs shook and wrap themselves around his head as he pushed her over the edge. A silent scream came from her throat as her head tipped back and eyes closed tightly.

"Scheiße!" (Fuck!) She cried out, legs twitching and body convulsing. As she came down from her high, Zemo gently pulled her legs apart, spinning her over so she was on her stomach.

Before she could realise what happened, he was plunging into her hot and sensitive core. A squeal came from her throat as she buried her head in the pillows beneath her head. Zemo let out a groan, not having filled her up for years.

"So tight, little bird." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered out a 'yes' and felt herself being tugged up so she was on her hands and knees. Her shoulder blades were pushed down so her ass was in the air and Zemo placed his hands on her hips and began to fuck her.

The angle she was in was perfect and she could feel him brush her gspot every time he slammed back into her. She gripped the sheets below and closed her eyes in pure bliss, moaning and crying out as he slammed back into her.

Zemo's hips sped up then and she could feel her second high coming already. "Scheisse, Zemo!" (Shit) She moaned, reaching behind her to hold onto him but he just grabbed both her hands and pinned them to her lower back and fucked her harder.

Delia couldn't warn him as her second orgasm washed over her and she screamed loudly, Zemo never once slowing down, and she whimpered out his name. Her hands were released then and he pulled on her hair, making her sit up on her knees and so his chest was pressed to her back.

A hand wrapped around her throat then, just sitting there softly as if he was waiting for her to push it away. But no, she grabbed onto the hand around her throat and pushed it down, wanting him to choke her a little. He chuckled darkly in her ear, the sound making her eyes rolling back and her head fall back on his shoulder. His other hand went down and started rubbing her clit.

She gasped, feeling so overstimulated before and began to pound into her again. "Schön." (Beautiful) He whispered, moving some hair in front of her face before bringing his hand back to her throat.

Soon, they were both moaning, Delia's much louder than his. She felt her third orgasm coming closer and she clutched onto his arm for support. "Zemo, I— OH-"

He hit that perfect spot inside her and she clenched hard down on him. Zemo's head dropped into her neck and began to pepper kisses along her skin. He bit down then, the action making her tip over the edge for the third time, and she cried out his name, tears forming in the corner of her eyes from the pleasure.

Zemo came too, wrapped his arm that was around her neck around her waist and held her close as he came inside her. They both panted and Delia leaned down on the bed so she was now laying on her stomach. Zemo got up the and Delia vaguely wondered where he went off too.

He came back with a wash cloth and cleaned her gently before laying down beside her. "How much do you want, little bird?"

Delia opened her eyes and looked up at Zemo who laid on his back beside her. "What?" She asked confused.

"How much do you want for the sex?" He asked.

Delia smiled and curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest. "No money, just cuddles." She said and closed her eyes.

"Right," Zemo started and played with her head, "Turkish delight?" He asked then.