A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Turkish Delight

A/N: As always a huge thank you to Mara. Also pleaseeeeee leave comments, seeing what y'all have to say is why we keep writing, we love your reactions to our characters and choices, so please don't be scared to comment. Also if you enjoyed this or any other chapter make sure to vote it! We love ya'll, and happy reading ❤️ -Skye

The next morning you woke up calm, refreshed, and wrapped in silk. Your skin slid across the fabric next to you in search of Zemo but the only thing you felt was silk. You sat up and groggily looked around the room. The only thing you found around you was money. Knowing that Zemo had probably already woken up you slowly tried to get out of bed. You heard talking and tried to focus on the muffled words, but as soon as you stood next to the bed your legs gave out and you fell ass first to the ground with a thud. You sat on the floor looking at your useless legs as Zemo opened the door to see what the sound was.

Your gaze moved to his figure as he walked around to the side of the bed where the sound originated and saw you plopped on the ground looking up at him still half asleep. "Hi," you said while a light chuckle escaped Zemo's upturned lips. " Hello, my dear," Zemo said, reaching a hand out to you. "I don't think I'll be able to walk, Zemo," You said as he pulled you off the ground. Zemo let a small breathy giggle out as he picked you up princess style and laid you back on the bed, "Good, that means I've done my job. Come on, let's get you in the shower, shall we?" "Noooo I just want to go back to bed!" "I'll make it worth your while", and with that Zemo turned around and headed for the bathroom.

As much as you didn't want to leave the comfort of Zemo's lavishly amazing room you weren't about to pass up shower sex with him. You came trotting into the bathroom only a few seconds after Zemo, he had already turned the shower on and the water was warm, so all you had to do was get undressed and hop in. You began to take off the shirt you were wearing, which just so happened to be Zemo's when he stopped you. "No no, allow me", with that he slowly began to undress you, starting with your shirt. In one fluid motion, Zemo had ripped his shirt right off of you. You just stood there, the pool between your legs growing even wetter. Zemo bent down, painstakingly slowly, onto one knee; it was as if he were waiting for you to explode with passion, and at this rate, you were about to. He ran his hands down your waist until he met the hem of your leggings, and just like with the top he tore those off of you as well. His hands moved up your legs at a glacial pace until they finally came to the waistband of your panties, those he decided to remove delicately. "Ahh you're so wet for me already Mein Lieb, and I haven't even touched you wet." He grinned up at you as he got back on his feet. Zemo made a quick job of getting undressed, and opened the shower door for you; the water was a perfect temperature and once he got in the shower your entire body relaxed against his. You weren't sure why, but Zemo made you feel safe and relaxed whenever he was around, almost like a safety blanket, a very attractive safety blanket. Gently he began to massage some peach-scented shampoo into your hair; the way he messaged your head felt so good, you couldn't help but let out little moans here and there. Once he was done he did the same thing with the conditioner, and again you'd let out breathy mewls every once in a while, but now Zemo seemed to become more aroused with every sound. At one point he hit the perfect spot, "Fucky Zemo that feels so good" you moaned, half because it did, and half because you wanted to see what he'd do. "Fuck it," he said as he swiftly turned you around and grabbed you from underneath your legs pinning you're back against the shower wall. Without warning Zemo plunged himself into you, causing you to let out a guttural moan. He started thrusting into you at an intolerably slow pace, "Zemo, I-I" you tried to speak between moans, "tell me what you want Haustier", "Fuck Zemo, please, ruin me". Once you said that Zemo stopped holding back, he thrusted deeper and harder into you, hitting that perfect spot every time. Your moans became louder and breathier as you felt that coil of pleasure building within you. "God I love watching the way you take all of me, you're such a good girl". "Zemo, I'm gonna", "I know my love, you can cum for me, but I'm not done with you yet." After he gave you permission you came harder than you had in a long time, but Zemo's pace didn't falter. He continued to ram into you aggressively. you held on to his shoulders for support, your nails creating crescent chapped indents. You could feel his member throbbing inside you, it felt like you were going to burst, "Zemo, please, I don't think I can take it" "I know you can come on be a good girl for me", he reached in between your bodies with one hand to rub your clit. The overstimulation and added pleasure cause you to lull your head back. Your mouth hung open as inaudible gasps left you, and you closed your eyes. Zemo quickly grabbed your face by the jaw, making it so you had to look at him, "I want you to look in my eyes as you cum around my cock again, pet". With a few more deep thrusts you could feel yourself about to cum and so could Zemo, "cum for me darling, I want to feel you cum" and with that, you came harder than you ever had. With three more thrusts, Zemo followed and came inside you, you could feel the warm spurts of cum shooting into you and dripping onto the shower floor.

He slowly removed himself from you and gently lowered you onto your feet, as you tried to catch your breath. Once you were able to stand on your own he took your face in his hands and gave you a loving kiss. "I'm so proud of you Mein Lieb", you smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss, and began to lather up a washcloth with some vanilla-scented body wash. Zemo gently took the cloth out of your hand and began to lightly wash you. You two spent another few loving minutes washing each other until you decided it was time to get out and get ready to make a game plan with the boys.

You and Zemo walked out of your room together, all suited up as if nothing had happened, except for your light limp that only Zemo seemed to notice "Good morning boys, ya'll ready to get to work?" "Sure am," said Sam, Bucky just responded with "Yeah whatever". "Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You laughed, "No, Sam just managed to keep me up until like five this morning." "I don't even want to know how he managed that," you said quite seriously. All four of you grabbed a bite to eat from the kitchen, you noticed Zemo reaching for a candy jar from one of the shelves, "Candy, this early in the morning?" You asked. "Turkish delight, it's irresistible." "Whatever you say moya lyubov' (my love in Russian)", "Hey, you two, quit the flirting, it's gross" scolded Bucky. "I always forget you speak Russian and German!" You gave his chest a light punch.

You, Sam, and Buck seemed to have been searching this GRC camp, looking for Donya, for what seemed like hours. You all, including Zemo decided that it was time to head back to the center of the camp and regroup. Once all of you regrouped you came to the same disappointing conclusion that each one of you found nothing. Meanwhile, during your talk with the boys, Zemo seemed to be somewhere else mentally, as if he were coming up with a plan all his own. Eventually, Bucky and Sam strayed off on a conversation on their own, so you took the opportunity to check in with Zemo. "Hey, earth to Zemo. What are you thinking about?" "Hmm? Oh, well if you must know Mein Lieb, I think I may know who to talk to about where the ceremony for Donya might be". "Oh really? And who is this special person that you think would want to share this information with you and not us?" "Ahhh, you underestimate me Schwartz." And with that Zemo began to hum to the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb, as he walked over to a group of local children who were playing in the square. "What the hell is he doing?" Asked Sam, who was suddenly distracted from whatever petty argument he and Bucky were having. You explained to them that he said he knew someone who might be able to help.

All three of you watched as Zemo approached the children, and pulled out a whopping handful of candy. "Is that?" Bucky began, "Turkish delight" finished Sam, "I mean he did say it was irresistible, right", you added. You observed how Zemo acted with the kids and your heart couldn't help but race. It was adorable, the way he bent down to their level to make them feel more comfortable, and how gentle he was with them was so beautiful to you. As a child, you had always wanted to be a mother, but HYDRA had taken that opportunity away from you when you were a teenager, and for a while, you were fine with that. You'd come to terms with the fact that you couldn't have kids of your own, but seeing the way Zemo interacted with the children in the square lit a fire in you, and made you yearn for kids more than ever.

Once Zemo was done, he strolled back to the three of you with a beaming smile, you could tell he loved kids just as much as you do. "Nice kids," he said as he led you guys back to the apartment. Once you were back Sam and Buck decided to take a minute to themselves and went to drink a bit in the parlor, while you and Zemo made some cherry blossom tea. "Seeing you with those kids was something else" you gave him a little hip bump and a cheeky smile, "oh really? Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing?", "haha! It's a good thing. You were so gentle and kind with them, it was cute." "They remind me of my son" "I'm sorry Zemo, I didn't mean to pick at that wound, it's not my place." "No no no, Meine Liebe, you are perfectly fine, I've had years to come to terms with my losses. Sometimes it can be nice to talk about him and remember him." He gave you a kind-hearted smile as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "I always wanted kids when I was younger." You said softly. "Does it pain you anymore that you can't have them?" "Well- wait" you paused and lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes, "How did you know I can't have kids? That's something I haven't even told Bucky about?"