Pleasure Remains the Same -Helmut Zemo(eventual winterbaron) x Reader

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He's testing you. Watching to see if you can follow his rules.

Funnily enough, you're both comfortable being apart at the club. He has people here and so do you, but Zemo's eye find yours no matter where you are. It's subtle. No one else notices but you because he's not one of those loud show off brutes put together by too much testosterone and low self esteem. He, is the smartest man in the room, confident in both his strengths and weaknesses.

At the moment, that weakness is you.

It's painfully sexy and you try not to let him see how much you love being watched because you want to toy with him a little bit too. 

When you're laughing on the dance floor with another girl you know from work who is here with her own "friend", you start to move your body just for him, though you act like it's for the entire room. He may be the dominant one, but you hold such power in these breasts and hips and legs, and you know it.

He is as much yours as you are his.

Zemo is watching you from the bar, smiling into his drink when a big guy with face tattoos comes over and attempts to grind on you.

Rule one— no flirting.

This guy is far from your type, but—surprise Baron!You're testing him too. You want to see what his idea of public punishment might be. So you wind your hips down the guys crotch and leg in a slow figure eight, popping your ass out just a bit in this sexy dress he's put you in, and rise back up in one smooth move with the tatted guy's hands on your hips.

The touching is too much, games or not, and you step away, ready to turn him down, but the sudden vice hold on your arm keeps you from moving.

You didn't even see Zemo walk up, but he's there alright and he's got you facing him as words are exchanged between the two men.

Looking over your shoulder, you watch the other guy quickly apologize to Zemo. There is no comparison between the two of them when it comes to physicality. This man could kill the Baron if strength was their only weapon, but it's the larger man who is backing away with his hands up and a look of worry contorting his face that reminds you of who you've decided to not only submit to, but also piss off.

The muscles between your legs contract... fuck are you wet just from this?

Zemo pulls you through the crowd back to your booth. The way he flings you around to face him makes you gasp.

The party goes on around you —drinks spilling, people dancing, laughing, shouting, arms up as the dj drops a beat— but the two of you are frozen.

He's standing over you, his face bathed in blue light as he glares down with a look like you've never seen before.

The mix is feral, smug, understanding yet insulted and a bit...hungry. You're practically purring in response as you tilt your head back, lips parted with ideas of kissing him, but he leans in bypassing your mouth and you shut your eyes feeling his lips bush your ear as he speaks

"Rule one. Broken already." He shakes his head a little with the disappointment. "Consider this a warning." He says and pushes you down onto the black couch.

You plop down stunned. No choking, no hair pulling. What is this? Time out? You look up, you know your eyes are wide as you feel the heat of humiliation rush up your neck to your ears.