summary: what happens in the private showroom, stays in the private showroom...stripper!bucky pt.2
pt. 1 pt.3
warnings: 18+ language, alcohol, almost smut! i promise theyre gonna fuck like bunnies in the next part of this lmao
note: if this doesnt flow super well im sorry, i didnt proofread and i did rush it a bit! i also dont totally understand how tag lists work so forgive me if i messed that up too haha, small chance i delete this and try to make it a bit cleaner!
If the bouncer noticed your nerves, he didn’t let on. He just pulled back the plush red curtain and waved you in.
You stepped inside before you could decide against it.
The door shuts with a soft click.
The room smells like leather and cologne. Dim lights flicker warm over plush velvet seating. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. And you’re frozen where you stand.
Because in the center of the room, the man you’d seen on the stage was leaning against a pole, shirtless now, glistening faintly in the warm, low light. One silver chain resting against his collarbone, made of the same metal that made up his left arm. Tattoos dotted his chest and abs, thin black ink delicately drawing your eyes lower. A dangerous smirk on his lips.
Bucky, they had said his name was.
Wonder if that was his real name.
“Oh.” You breathed.
His smirk turned wolfish.
“So you’re the girlfriend,” he said, voice low and deep as he stepped closer. “Didn’t expect you to say yes.”
“...And if I had said no?”
“Then I guess I would have had to come out there and ask in person,” he said, eyes raking over you. “And that could’ve gotten messy.”
You sputter just for a second before catching yourself.
“I- yeah. Thanks for the rescue. I really appreciate it.”
He tilted his head. “The rescue?”
“Yeah. Saved me from my asshole boyfriend and his gross friends. I owe you.”
That made him pause for a beat. Considering. Calculating.
Then he’s back in control like nothing happened.
“Is that what you think this is?” he smiled gently, stepping even closer.
You blink. “Um. Yeah? You got me away from Nick and made him look like a jackass. Not exactly a hard thing to do, but still-credit where credit’s due.”
Bucky laughed-low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He had a nice laugh, you thought.
“Sweetheart”- and you do a great job of showing how that nickname doesn’t affect you one bit, you’re sure of it- “I didn’t save you. I picked you.”
Your stomach did something traitorous as he popped the champagne, and you didn’t miss the evil glint in his eyes when the head of the bottle was swallowed by frothy foam before he could capture it with the flutes.
He handed you a glass.
You needed it.
“What does that mean?”
He leaned in, his voice dropping to something that wrapped around your spine like silk.
“It means I saw you sitting out there, looking like you were five seconds from either crying or setting the place on fire, and I figured you could use a reminder that not everyone in the room is a complete asshole.”
Great. More pity. Just what you needed.
But then he continued.
“And I could see your thighs squeezing together when you saw me. All the way from up on the stage.”
You let out a soft breath, surprised at how much that hit you.
But he wasn’t done.
“It also means,” he added, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, “I wasn’t gonna let some sweaty, insecure little prick keep looking at you like you were an object. Not when I know exactly how a woman should be treated, how you deserve to be treated.”
“Wow,” you breathe, almost to yourself, “you’re like… dangerously good at this.”
He grins. Like he had you right where he wanted you.
And suddenly the room around you felt like it was shrinking. You instinctively go to tug your dress down a bit, feeling overexposed. But he’s quicker, catching your hand in his own.
“Don’t,” he murmurs, “you’re perfect like this.”
You should laugh it off. You should roll your eyes.
But you don’t.
Because the way he says it- like he means it-makes something deep inside you clench.
“I liked your show.” and it feels like a confession, like something you weren’t allowed to say out loud.
“I know.” and you roll your eyes playfully before he cuts you off with, “So did your thighs.”
You choke on your laugh.
“Confident, aren’t we?”
Bucky tilts his head a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s getting a better look at you or analyzing exactly where he needs to touch to make you weak.
“Don’t act shocked. You started it. Squeezing your thighs together while I was on stage? That’s flirting.”
“That’s called crossing my legs.”
“Cross them around my head next time, and we’ll call it even.”
You blink.
“Are you always this subtle?”
“Sweetheart,” he grins, “subtle gets you half the fun. You want subtle, go back to your boyfriend.”
You roll your eyes. “Ex-boyfriend.”
He takes another step forward. Then another. Gently leads you to sit on the red couch, so soft it felt like you were being sucked into it. God, you didn’t even want to think about what this room would look like if you turned on a blacklight-
He straddles your lap.
And you forget how to breathe.
His knees bracket your legs, not quite touching you. His hands rest on his own thighs, muscles flexing just slightly, forearms thick and inked.
He’s shirtless. You were clever enough to have noticed that when you first entered, but now, up close, it was all-consuming.
The glow of the lights dances across his chest, down his stomach, and whatever oil he must have used on himself amplifies every divot of his toned body. He must have spent years eating clean and hitting the gym to get this kind of figure. Every inch of him screams control.
He looks like a god.
“You ever had a dance like this?” he asks softly.
You shake your head, sure that it’s the last move you’ll make before you become paralyzed forever.
“Good,” his voice is raspy, like he’s almost whispering, “I want to be your first.”
He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear.
“And your favorite.”
Then he moves.
His hips roll slow and deep, grinding just above your center, close enough to feel the heat of him through your clothes. His hands rest on the couch on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.
“How do you want this to go, doll?” he murmured, voice low and sinful “You want me slow? Gentle?”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He was close-too close. You could smell him. Feel the heat coming off his skin.
“Or…” His metal hand gripped the back of the couch behind your head. “You want me to show you what your asshole boyfriend never could?”
He doesn’t touch you. Not yet.
But he doesn’t need to.
Because the way he watches your reaction-how your lips part in a silent gasp-it’s like he’s memorizing you.
You exhaled shakily.
“That one.” you say before your brain can catch up to your mouth, “That one sounds- sounds good.”
“Good,” he coos, “let’s make your boyfriend nice and jealous. Show him how a woman like you deserves to be treated.”
“God, can we please not talk about my boyfriend right now?” you mutter, doing your best to keep your hands rooted at your sides like you’re cuffed there.
Not a bad idea.
He chuckles wickedly above you.
“You’re right, pretty girl. Sweet little thing like you, and he’s taking you to a dirty place like this? Doesn’t he know what happens when you don’t take care of your things?” he purrs, rolling his hips once more, closer this time, “Someone might take them away. Take better care of them. Someone like me.”
You hear a soft, pathetic whine pass your lips before you can stop yourself.
His mouth curls.
“That’s my girl, let me hear it. Let me hear how much you want this.”
He’s licking up your neck, biting gently at your shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot where your neck and collarbone meet, nibbling at your earlobe.
“Bet he’s never touched you like this, doll. Never had you whining, begging for him, not like I do. And I haven’t even shown you my best moves.”
“What, the ones that require me to buy two drinks minimum?”
“Mmm. The ones I really want to try on you. The ones that might get me fired.”
Then he moved-really moved.
His hips were flush against yours. His abs brushed your chest as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your cheek. And then he finally brought his hips to yours.
Slow. Deep. Grinding down like he already knew exactly where you needed him most.
You gasped.
Your hands shot out on instinct, landing on his thighs, hard muscle under your palms. Just as quickly as you touched him, you pull away, internally cringing at your lack of control.
“Sorry, I-”
“What are you sorry for, doll? Touch me all you want.” and he’s grabbing your hand in his, the vibranium arm still rooted behind your head. He brings your shaking fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he gives your fingers a soft kiss, and then he’s dragging your hand down his chest, letting you feel every smooth valley and crevice of his delicious body, still rolling his hips into yours.
Your fingers curled around his legs as he rocked into you again-slower, rougher, the friction making the growing heat between your legs grow more intense, drawing a gasp from you.
“God, the sounds you’re making,” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours. “You ever been this wet with your clothes still on?”
“Jesus, Bucky-” and he’s back to his attack on your neck.
You’re gonna think about this later, aren’t you?” he said against your skin. “Gonna lie in bed and replay this in your head…fingers between your thighs… wishing it was me.”
“Fuck,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up to meet his.
“There she is.”
You’re not even sure when it happens.
One second, Bucky’s hips are rolling slow and smooth against yours, his hands slipping beneath your dress in ways that definitely broke some rules, his voice wrecking you in your ear.
“You feel that, baby?”, he rasps, “That’s all me. For you.”
You’re just about to cave, to beg for him to just take you right there.
Summary// A long week needs more than just cuddling
Warnings// fluff, smut, soft Bucky, basically just fluffy smut with very little plot
AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader
Note// there is most likely some mistakes, this was written in like 30 minutes so it’s short and simple 😅 it’s been a long 6 weeks and this pelvic rest shit is for the birds hrjsiwnt
It’d been a long week.
One that made you crave affection to the point that cuddling during a movie just wasn’t enough. Bucky seeming to pick up on just that.
His chest warm against yours and familiar fullness starting to satiate the craving, cold and warm fingers gliding along your skin as sweet nothings filled your ears between featherlight kisses along your skin.
It was soft and sweet, Bucky barely rocking his hips to elicit quiet moans. His bulbous tip pressing just right into a sweet spot that gradually built the pressure in your lower belly.
You were sure you’d never get over how his skin felt against your hands- smooth and taut over perfect muscle that tensed under your touch. He always emphasized over how obsessed he’d been with you but he’d never understand just how mutual the feeling was.
“So perfect, bunny.” Bucky murmured against your lips, a stutter to the rhythm of his hips when he felt the flutter of your walls around him. “Can feel you squeezing me. Let go, baby.”
The light tug to his hair elicited a deep groan, the sound vibrating from his chest to your own as your legs tightened around his waist. The euphoric feeling washing over you as he worked you through it with gentle thrusts, the metal bar on the underside of his cock sliding against the rough patch furthest in your walls.
He cherished moments like this; taking his time to feel every inch of you. Waiting for you to start coming down from your high before his fingers would dig into the plush flesh of your hip and he’d work towards his own. Pressing as deep as he could before spilling into you with a low moan.
He wasn’t in a hurry to move from between your legs. A shiver rolling down his spine when your fingers ghosted along his sides and you smiled up at him.
Both fully aware this was just the start of a sleepless night.
Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)
Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!
w/c: 3.7k
warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3
a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.
this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.
Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺
7:51 PM
“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone.
As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”
Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.
Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.
You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”.
They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.
9:05 PM
“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.
You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood, each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.
10:39 PM
“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you.
And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.
“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.
Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.
On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.
This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.
Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining.
??:??
You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.
“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.
Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.
Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.
Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.
Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.
As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.
A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.
Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return, not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.
He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.
12:59 AM
Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.
He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.
Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.
1:55 AM
Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference.
Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.
2:12 AM
After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.
You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.
Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying…
Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.
Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.
“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.
His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously.
In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.
Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs, “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe…
“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky.
You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.
He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.
You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.
3:45 AM
The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location.
Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so, he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.
4:05 AM
You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.
Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well.
“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.
Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.
4:38 AM
After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.
You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.
Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.
“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.
Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.
“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.
You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…
“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.
Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.
Summary: The plan you and your friends had come up with to celebrate your 21st birthday was simple: go to as many bars as you could in one night and stay out of the hospital. You weren't a big fan of it, but everyone had done it and now it was your turn. However, things went off the rails quickly and you ended up being dragged to Heroes, a superhero-themed strip club. You thought it was a bad idea, until you met the cold, piercing blue eyes of the Winter Soldier and simply couldn't look away.
Or the one when reader gets her first lap dance
Warnings: stripper AU, stripper!bucky x innocent!reader, suggestive tones, lap dance (I tried really hard), no actual smut, alcohol consumption, reader giving in to peer pressure, fem reader
English is not my first language
Word count: 4400
Notes: I watched magic mike the other day and apparently I am now obsessed with stripper aus. The movies have a softer side that I wasn't expecting but I loved it and that's the vibe I'm trying to recreate here. If you want to understand some of the dance moves I'm trying to describe here you should watch the movie! I tried really hard with this one (describing dancing is waay harder than I thought so I hope it makes sense)
I’m open to writing more of these two, so let me know if you’d like that and don't hesitate to stop by my asks/messages if you have any ideas!
tagging: @asgards-princess-of-mischief
What had started out as a night of celebrating your 21st birthday quickly went off the rails and turned into something completely different. The plan was to get wasted —legally this time—, visit a couple of bars and get home before you ended up in the hospital. You weren't usually a party and alcohol lover —you just went to have a good time with your friends—, but you recognized that your 21st birthday was an important event that deserved to be celebrated. Besides, your friends had assured you that they would behave themselves and that things would not get out of control -well, not that much at least.
In hindsight, you should have figured that wouldn't happen. Although nothing could have prepared you for ending up at Heroes, a strip club your friends had apparently been to before. You tried to say no at first, but you were a little buzzed and you'd never been good at saying no to your friends anyway, so eventually you agreed. The place was exactly what you imagined and completely different at the same time, if that made sense. Dark, loud and warm, but much nicer than you expected. The dim lights gave it a very intimate feel, highlighting certain spaces with red or purple lights that made it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The music played loudly, trying to drown out some of the shouting of the women throwing bills onto the catwalk where the dancers performed their routines, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle.
From the moment you settled at your table, a sort of strange sisterhood was generated between you and the groups of women seated in your proximity. Similar to bumping into a stranger in the bathroom at a party and reacting as if you were lifelong friends, you quickly engaged in casual conversation with the group of women at a bachelorette party to your right, and the one celebrating a divorce to your left. You complimented each other's outfits, shared a few drinks, and screamed with all your might in unison every time a dancer approached your side of the stage —or made quick eye contact with one of you. It created such a pleasant and fun atmosphere that for a moment you almost forgot where you were.
It stopped being nice and fun though when your friend came up with the idea of paying for a private dance and you had to face the force of a group of women pressuring you to accept. You had made the silly mistake of letting one of your friends know that you really thought the dancer who called himself the Winter Soldier was cute. You hadn't been able to take your eyes off him during his routine. And since that was the most interested you had ever been in any of the dancers, your friend thought it would be a good idea to treat you to a private dance.
“What am I supposed to do locked in a room with him?” You panicked as your friends dragged you to a more private area of the club to wait for your gift.
“I don't know, enjoy, I guess?” She laughed, practically pushing you into the arms of the man waiting to lead you to the Winter Soldier. You wanted to snap at her, but you kept silent, embarrassed by the stranger's presence. The last thing you needed was to make an even bigger fool of yourself by looking like an innocent, prudish fool.
But the problem was just that. You were a silly, innocent, prudish young woman that didn't have the slightest idea of what to do in a situation like that. You could feel the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out the screaming and the bass of the music that was getting farther and farther away. Your stomach was turning with nerves as you sat waiting in the chair in the center of the room, just as the man had indicated before disappearing behind the door. Your hands rested awkwardly in your lap, your body immobile as you contemplated your options —perhaps if you remained completely still, he wouldn't be able to see you there, it was dark after all.
You thought about running away from there. You were alone, the dancer had not yet appeared and the hallway was dark, you would probably be able to sneak out without even your friends noticing. You would send them a text later explaining everything, when you were out and away from their clutches so they couldn't drag you there again. But when you went to get up, you found that your legs didn't respond. Only this time it didn't feel like it was part of the nerves you were having at the thought of what was about to happen.
You discovered then that a part of you, hidden behind a lot of shame and fear of the unknown, was curious. You wondered what it would feel like to be in a room alone with him, what it would feel like to have him touch you —even in the lightest, most subtle way—, to have him press his body against yours as he had done on stage with a lucky girl in the audience. You'd never experienced anything remotely similar to that, you'd barely shared make-out sessions with your ex-partner that weren't particularly memorable-not in the way the Winter Soldier's dance was for you. You had the movement of his hips burned into your memory, the image of his flexing muscles popping up every time you closed your eyes. You wanted more of him, even if you couldn't bring yourself to admit it.
The sensual rhythm of the music that suddenly began to play brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up and there he was in all his glory. He was wearing a different outfit, a simple tank top and loose-fitting sweatpants. The tactical suit and mask that covered half his face in his routine had probably been left forgotten in some basket behind the stage, but you didn't mind. You could see more of him now, the real him, and you liked that. It felt more intimate, more genuine.
He could sense the nervousness in your voice when you told him your name. You had trouble maintaining eye contact with him, your eyes lingering for a full three seconds on his figure before returning to your hands. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your flowy dress. It intrigued him. He had worked with flustered women before —it was more common than one might imagine—, but there was something about you that stood out. You looked so out of place there, with your innocent look and shaky breath. Everything about your body expression told him that you wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend you weren't there. Everything except a slight glint in your eyes that he almost missed as quickly as you looked away from him. It would be his challenge to get that side of you to come out.
“That's a beautiful name,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled, but your eyes didn't search his, focusing instead on the red light shining on the wall behind him. So he leaned in front of you, settling down to your eye level so you couldn't escape. “I'm Bucky, by the way, and there's no reason to be nervous around me, princess.”
Your face warmed at that affectionate nickname and a tingle spread through your body. It had been a while since the last time someone had called you that. You liked it, it made you feel special even if it came from a stranger's mouth.
“Why did you come here tonight? You don't seem like the type of woman that frequents these places.”
“I'm not! I'm here because my friends thought it'd be a good idea... a fun way of celebrating my 21st birthday.”
“Oh well happy birthday then!” Bucky gave you a smile and you thought that was the best present you had received all day. “Are you having a good time?
“Yea-yeah, I am.” Your voice was soft, almost inaudible. Bucky got the impression that you were embarrassed to admit that out loud.
“Are you uncomfortable, y/n? Do you want to leave? Cause I can give you a full refund and let you go right now if that's what you want.”
“No!” you were quick to say, big eyes staring at him for the first time since he had introduced himself to you. “I'm just a bit... scared, I guess. I've never done anything like this before. Actually, I've never done anything for that matter.”
You didn't know what prompted you to confess to Bucky —a complete stranger who danced and stripped for a living— your complete inexperience in sexual matters, but you couldn't turn back now. You supposed it was to be transparent, though there was no reason for such a thing. It wasn't like you were there to have sex, he was just going to dance on you for a bit and then you'd go back to your normal, boring life.
“Well, then I have to let you know that you are in full control here.” Bucky spoke in a soft tone full of understanding. His cold, piercing blue eyes softened, showing a warmth that helped calm your nerves a bit. “I do have a routine, but if there's something that I do that you don't like you can just tell me and I'll stop, okay?” You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the tingle of anticipation running through your body. “Good! Are you ready?”
At your nod, Bucky got up from the floor to press play on the music. Suddenly, the silence was filled by a soft, sensual beat similar to others that had echoed through the club throughout the night. He approached you with a slow pace, his eyes never leaving your face, studying your expression. Then he took one of your hands in his and rested it on his chest, still covered by the thin fabric of his white muscle shirt. You couldn't help but notice how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. You could barely see your fingertips as he wrapped his hand around yours, trapping it against his chest. His calloused fingers didn't let go as he slowly guided your hand down, allowing you to caress his chest as he rubbed small circles over your skin. It was such an intimate touch for the situation you were in, that for a moment you forgot he was a stripper who did this for a living.
The air caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your chest as your hand traveled lower and lower. You could feel the firmness of his abs under your fingers and the heat emanating from his skin. It filled you with anticipation, with need. You wanted to feel more of him, more of his body and his touch. More of his warmth and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. But before your hand reached his waist, he pulled it away. Your eyes shot up to his face, waiting patiently for Bucky to give you instructions to proceed.
He removed his shirt and as soon as the fabric touched the floor, his hands were on yours again, trapping them against his chest. Bucky liked the way you let him guide you, closing your eyes as you enjoyed something as simple as the feel of his skin under your fingers. He was used to dealing with more... confident women. They knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to demand it. Their hands were always everywhere, touching his crotch without hesitation every chance they got. But you were different. You didn't know what you wanted —what you were missing— and you were willing to let him show you. He enjoyed the slower pace, it was a nice change that allowed him to try new things. So in a way, you were both experiencing something different there.
Your eyes suddenly widened as you felt the fabric of Bucky's sweatpants brush against your fingers. Your face heated up, embarrassment taking over your expression. But he didn't let your hand slip away, on the contrary, he pushed it a few inches lower and made you cling to the elastic of the pants. He gave you a cheeky smile before he started moving to the rhythm of the music. His hand didn't let go of yours as he positioned himself in your lap, grinding his hips against yours with an experience that shouldn't have surprised you.
Bucky fixed his eyes on you as he danced, keeping you in a kind of hypnotic trance from which you could not wake up. Your eyes followed his, your body responding to his movements without a single complaint. He trapped you between the chair and his body, one of his hands clinging firmly to the back of the chair while the other traveled to your cheek. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the warm caress of his fingers. His face came so close to yours that you could feel his breath mingling against your quickened breathing, his nose brushing against yours. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, so you closed your eyes, letting the euphoric sensation of desire consume you.
But suddenly, Bucky rose from your lap. You couldn't contain the whimper that escaped your lips, a protest at his devastating absence. Although he wasn't completely gone, you could feel him at your back, his hands caressing your neck, his nose inhaling the scent of your hair. The ghost of his lips traveling from the sweet spot behind your ear to your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He wasn't even kissing you and you were already experiencing things you had never felt before in your years of relationship.
With a graceful and sensual move, Bucky is once again on your lap, trapping you against the chair. He wasn't putting his full weight on you, but enough for you to feel it as he moved his hips. Your eyes traveled south, curious about the bulge that the sweat pants still hid. You'd never seen one before — well, outside of biology and health classes— and you'd never felt the urge to do so. But the way Bucky was moving on you made you wonder about things. You heard him let out a chuckle and looked away in embarrassment, knowing you'd been caught.
“You can look,” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “That's what I'm here for, doll.” He stroked your arms, his fingers traveling slowly from your shoulders to your wrists. Then he took your hands and placed them back on his bare chest. “You can touch too, I don't mind.”
The desire traveling through your veins made you feel more confident this time, so you didn't need Bucky to guide your hands down his body. They acted at their own accord, fingers slowly tracing the defined muscles of his pecs and abs. You weren't yet comfortable going below his hips, so once you reached the edge of his pants you changed course to his back. Down, up and back down, your nails drew light red marks on his skin as he moved in your lap. You didn't even realize what you were doing, you just knew you liked hearing the sounds that escaped Bucky's lips when you accidentally applied too much pressure.
The lowest your trembling hands dared to go were his thighs. Bucky could see in your eyes the desire to go further —to brush your fingers over his bulge or squeeze his ass—, but shame and fear stopped you. You were trying so hard to keep your composure, to behave like a lady, but you couldn't fool Bucky. He knew what you wanted, even when you weren't ready to admit it. He saw it in the way your eyes darkened with each passing second and in the way your breathing became more and more erratic. The innocent, good girl shell you had when you entered the room was cracking, allowing your dark desires to come out. Bucky probably shouldn't find that so exciting, but he did. He couldn't help it, watching the innocence slowly leave your eyes, knowing that he was the one corrupting you, was a sight to behold.
Your lips curled into a pout of protest as Bucky rose from your lap, already missing the heat of his body pressed against yours. It was only for a moment, but to you it felt like an eternity. And he was counting on it, playing with the anticipation as he made a show of taking off his pants. This time your eyes lingered on his tight boxers for longer, though he could still see a flash of embarrassment as you crossed glances with him. It was driving him crazy, in the best possible way. He wanted to remove that innocence from your expression, to corrupt you past the point of no return. It was his personal goal, the challenge he had quietly accepted the moment he discovered what you were. And he was willing to win it.
Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers traced your legs. Your chest rose and fell with your quickening breath, your whole body buzzing with anticipation as you felt the gentle caresses moving from your ankles to your knees. To your surprise, his fingers continued their path up your thighs, though they stopped just below the hem of your dress. You resisted the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair as you felt him spread your legs slightly apart —enough for him to fit between them, but not enough to leave you too exposed to his eyes. And then the caresses over your body returned, only this time it was the ghost of Bucky's lips that sent shivers across your skin.
His mouth wasn't actually touching your thighs, but he was so damn close that you could almost feel his lips caressing the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of your leg. A warm tingling spread inside you as he moved further up, getting dangerously close to your trembling center. And at that moment you felt no shame or fear —like you had felt on other occasions with past partners. On the contrary, you wanted more, your legs involuntarily spreading wider to give Bucky more room as the ghost of his lips traveled up your lower tummy and across your abdomen until they reached your breasts. And as your breathy moans became more and more audible, your mind was lost in dark thoughts, wondering how different it would all feel if there was no barrier of clothing separating your bodies or how his wet kisses would feel on the sensitive skin of your thighs.
You didn't have much time to get lost in the fantasy though because in a second Bucky was on his feet again, pressing you against the back of the chair as he pushed your legs up. He settled down on the edge of the chair, resting each of your legs on his thighs. His hands gripped the back of the chair once again, trapping you completely between the cushions and his body —or rather, his crotch. You were practically sitting on his lap as you shared the chair, and you could feel his cock pressing against your center with every thrust of his hips. He was hard and you didn't know how common that was, but you decided to believe it wasn't something that happened often. You liked to imagine that his body was reacting to you and not to the sexual nature of his work. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
Bucky's hips moved to the sensual rhythm of the music, thrusting against your center in a way that made you feel like you were losing your virginity at that very moment. It was too much, the fire inside you spreading with the speed of a forest fire. And at the same time, it wasn't enough. Bucky's hip movements, though intense, did little to put out the flames they had started. They were pulling you into a swirl of desire and need, bringing you closer and closer to your limit with no promise of real relief. It was frustrating, in a way, but also incredibly exciting.
Your eyes closed for a moment as you struggled to process the sensations that were taking over your body. You tried to focus on your breathing and the sound of the music, anything to keep yourself grounded. But every time you thought you had managed to gain control of your own body again, Bucky moved his hips and all you could feel was pleasure, all you could think about was him.
A moan escaped your lips. It was involuntary and you didn't even realize what you did until a few seconds later. You were ready to apologize, certain you had crossed some kind of line, but Bucky let out a grunt of approval. One of his hands traveled to the back of your neck, holding your head firmly as he pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers tugged on your hair lightly, but the pain didn't bother you. You were too focused on the shape of his lips to think about anything else. You needed to feel them against yours. You needed to know what it would feel like to be kissed by him. You needed Bucky to take everything from you, to show you everything you'd been missing in these years of loneliness.
“C-can you k-kiss me?” You didn't think before you spoke, you just expressed what your mind was thinking without any kind of filter. Your voice was barely a shy whisper, your lips almost brushing against Bucky's as you spoke.
He should have refused, the number one rule of his job was never to kiss the clients —you never knew what things you might end up catching. But when Bucky saw the desperation in your eyes he couldn't help himself. Your slightly parted lips were highly tempting. You were inviting him, giving him permission to ruin you. You needed it as much as he did, so he gave in, and damned the rules.
Bucky's lips felt soft against yours, though there was nothing soft about the way he kissed you. Just like his dancing, the kiss was intense and unlike anything you had ever experienced before. His lips moved expertly, knowing exactly what to do to turn you completely stupid. You let him guide you, merely reacting to the pleasure that only Bucky seemed capable of giving you.
His tongue caressed your lips and you moaned into his mouth, allowing him immediate access to further deepen the kiss. Your hands clung to him —one digging your nails into his bicep while the other rested on his leg—, desperate to find something to keep you grounded while Bucky showed you sensations you didn't know you were capable of feeling.
You were high on pleasure, trapped under his body, immobilized by his lips, enveloped in his warmth and the scent of his cologne. You didn't want to be separated from him anymore. You didn't want to leave that room. You felt as if Bucky's lips were what kept you breathing, as if you needed them to keep on living. You couldn't pull away. You didn't want to pull away. But unfortunately a knock on the door signaled that your time together was over.
“You're more than welcome to come back anytime.” Bucky winked at you before disappearing behind the door, leaving you alone in the room.
It took you a moment to collect your thoughts and calm your rapid breathing. Your heartbeat was still pounding in your ears, but you figured that would change when you had a chance to get some fresh air. Your legs almost gave out when you stood up, still weak in the knees after the spectacle you had witnessed. You felt a little silly having to take a moment to steady yourself. Bucky had gotten up and left without any trouble, and there you were, clinging to the back of the chair as you struggled to compose yourself so you could leave without your friends realizing the effect their dumb idea had really had on you. You were pathetic.
Gathering your last bit of strength you pushed past the screaming women until you found your friends. They were back at their table, enjoying the routine of a tall, muscular blond who, from what you had heard, called himself Captain America. He was cute, but you couldn't stay in that place a second longer.
“How was it?” one of your friends asked with a smile.
“I need to get some air.”
“That good, huh?” Said the other with a giggle. You rolled your eyes, grabbing both of them by the arm and pulling them up from their seats.
Amidst protests they agreed to leave with you and call it a night. As they made their way through the crowd they didn't miss the opportunity to flood you with questions, insisting that you give them details of what had happened and how it felt to have Bucky dance just for you. You refused to say anything, partly because you were embarrassed to admit the reality of what had happened, and partly because you still needed time to process the night.
However, as you were about to leave, one of the waiters who had served your table - a young man who had introduced himself as Spider-Man - grabbed your arm. At first you thought maybe you had forgotten something in your seats and he was being kind enough to catch you before you left. But when you turned to look at him you noticed he had nothing in his hands but a rose and a piece of paper.
“He sends you this.” The boy said, handing you the items and disappearing into the crowd.
He didn't have to tell you who they were from for you to know. A smile immediately graced your lips as you held the flower to your nose and inhaled. Then you turned your attention to the piece of paper and as you unfolded it you discovered that it was a note.
‘Happy birthday!
Call me ;)'
It read, and at the end was written a phone number that was undoubtedly Bucky's. Your smile widened, which finally attracted the attention of your friends. One of them took the paper from you before you could hide it and when you saw the expression on her face you knew you weren't going to escape the interrogation. It was going to be a long night.
Summary: Bucky has been going somewhere every night and you and Steve decide to find out where he's been going
Warnings: Smut - M/M/F, Oral M&F receiving, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI
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“There he goes again,” Steve leaned over and whispered to you nodding in the direction of his friend.
You looked up from your book and spotted Bucky grabbing his duffel bag and checking the contents before zipping it up and throwing the strap over his shoulder.
“Where ya goin, Buck?” Steve asked as he watched him head towards the door.
Without skipping a beat, he answered, “Just to the gym.”
That had been the answer he had given almost every night for a month and you both had bought it.
That is until one day, when Steve was doing laundry, he noticed that none of Bucky’s gym clothes were in there. When he had confronted his friend, Bucky lied lamely, telling Steve that he had done his laundry down the street at the laundromat.
“I didn’t want you and Y/N to smell how bad they were,” he laughed before quickly changing the subject.
Steve had come to you after that, explaining what had happened.
“Y/N, I think Bucky’s up to something.”
“Or, maybe you’re just overreacting?”
He sighed in frustration. “Why would I be overreacting? My best friend is lying to me and carrying on a secret life!”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, I may be,” he conceded. “But there is definitely something going on.”
You had shaken your head, thinking Steve was being ridiculous. There was nothing going on with Bucky, you had thought, until you overheard him on a phone call while you were in the kitchen.
“No, tell Andreas he can take my spot and I’ll go on after Jay. No, no, I have something I have to take care of first…. No, it’ll be fine, I’ll talk to Constantine about the situation later… yeah well, they love Andreas so I know it won’t be a big issue… uh, hold on.”
He had spotted you by then, and you had gotten up quietly from the sofa in the connected living room, and walked back into his room to continue his conversation. You had to admit that that was strange, never had Bucky had a private conversation like that around you or Steve. And who the hell were Andreas, Jay and Constantine? You didn’t know anyone by those names. You decided to ask Steve.
“Yeah, those were the names he said.”
“I don’t know anyone by those names,” Steve thought. “There’s something going on with him. He’s keeping a secret.”
You sighed. “Well, if it is his secret, shouldn’t we let him keep it?”
“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, where’s your sense of adventure? Don’t you wanna find out what he’s up to?”
“But what if it’s not, totally… legal?”
Steve shook his head. “Nah, not Buck, he wouldn’t do anything illegal, I know that. So it’s gotta be something else.”
“Well, if he’s hiding it, maybe he’s embarrassed?” You suggested.
“Possibly. But if that’s the case, I gotta find out,” Steve smiled at you. You knew the two had been life-long friends, and they liked to rag on each other as much as possible. Steve wanted to have something else to pick on Bucky about and he had seen this as a possible chance. There was nothing stopping him now.
“All right,” you conceded. “Let’s find out what he’s up to.”
That led to tonight. You and Steve were in the living room, him pretending to watch TV, you pretending to read, when he asked Bucky where he was going. Once he gave the same excuse he always gave, the two of you pretended to accept it.
Once he was gone, you two waited for a few minutes before hopping up and grabbing your jackets, pulling up the hoods as you headed out to follow him. You stayed at a discreet distance, glad of the crowded streets that Friday night allowing you to blend in. You had been following him for several blocks and were ready to give it up. You begin to think that Bucky had figured you were following him and was trying to throw you off. After all, he had spent many years keeping people off his scent. You started to have doubts and turned to Steve to voice them, when he stopped in his tracks.
“There. He went in there.”
You looked where he was pointing and your jaw dropped. “Are you sure he went in there? In.. in that building?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“What? What is it, some club?” he asked looking up at the door. “There’s no sign.”
“Nah, they like to keep it discreet. Which would make sense that he was here…”
“Why?.. Wait, how do you know that?”
You shook your head. You were still trying to wrap your head around Bucky going to this place.
“Y/N, helloooo,” Steve shook you out of your thoughts. “What is this place?”
“Um, it’s a club… of sorts.”
“‘A club of sorts’ what does that mean?”
Before you could answer, a bouncer stuck his head out and said “Hey, either you come in or keep it walking. No loitering.”
“We’re coming in,” Steve answered before you had a chance.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. Steve froze once you had gotten all the way in. This time it was his turn for his jaw to drop. All around you were women sitting at tables and around a stage. There were a few there with birthday or bride-to-be tiaras and sashes on. Threading through the tables were men barely dressed in only dark briefs, taking drink orders and flirting with the women. You looked to the stage where a man had a woman in a chair and was grinding on her.
“Why the hell would Buck be here?” Steve wondered out loud.
You thought about it and, remembering the phone call he had gotten, you soon realized he wasn’t just going here, he was working here.
“Um, Steve, I think Bucky’s working here.”
Steve shook his head. “Nah, can’t be.”
You walked over to the bar to ask the guy working behind it if he was there. Steve followed still a bit dazed.
“Hi,” the guy behind the bar gave you a winning smile. “What can I get you beautiful?”
“I actually have to ask you something,” you replied.
“Sure.” He smiled again as Steve saddled up next to you. “Is it a job for your friend here?” He looked Steve up and down.
You laughed. “No, that’s not it.”
“Too bad,” the guy shrugged. “He’d make plenty of money here.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Steve’s face. He shot you a look and you had to control your laughter.
“We’re looking for a friend of ours, we think he works here. Name’s Bucky Barnes…”
“Never heard that name.”
You and Steve looked at each other confused. You were sure he came in here. Before you could ask anything else, the DJ came over the speaker.
“And now ladies put your hands together for James!”
There were loud cheers and you both turned to the stage to see what the big deal was. The lights went down and a spotlight appeared on the stage, in the circle of light stood, to your surprise and Steve’s, Bucky.
You sat transfixed as you watched him on stage. You had no idea that he could move like that.
“Oh my god.” You heard Steve behind you as you both watched your friend pull a giggling bride-to-be on stage and sit her on the waiting chair.
You watched him as he began taking off clothes and grinding his hips for her until he was wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that left very little to the imagination. You couldn’t help but stare, focusing on the bulge there and crossing your legs.The bartender noticed and leaned over and said something to Steve who nodded and said something back. You hadn’t noticed you were so focused on Bucky up there on stage.
When the dance was over, the woman he had pulled on stage stuck a few bills in his briefs as Bucky helped her off the stage, kissing her hand and winking at her before he walked off.
“C’mon,” Steve said grabbing your hand.
“Where are we going?”
“Back here,” he said pulling you through the club to the back.
“Why?”
“Just come on.”
You let him pull you through a doorway until you were in a corridor full of private rooms. He stopped in front of a door and opened it ushering you in. You looked around still confused as Steve took a seat. You stood there and asked him what was going on.
“You’ll see. The bartender suggested we come back here since you were practically x-raying Bucky up there.”
You looked at the floor embarrassed.
“It’s fine, Y/N,” he said. “Kinda hard not to look.”
You just nodded. After a few more minutes, you looked up as you heard the door open. In stepped Bucky. He froze in place seeing the two of you sitting there.
“Close the door, Buck,” Steve said after you all stared at each other.
He nodded shutting the door behind him.
“What are you two doing here?” He asked.
“We could ask you the same thing.”
“Well, no,” you said. “We know what you’re doing, the question is why?”
Bucky looked embarrassed for a second. “It’s… well, it’s kind of a hobby. I won’t lie I like it. It’s nice not having everyone run scared from you.”
“Understandable.” Steve conceded.
“You’re not gonna tell everyone?” Bucky asked.
You looked at Steve. “Nah, secret’s safe with us.”
“Yep.”
“Okay good. So, uh, why are you two back here in the private rooms?”
“Oh, that’s for Y/N here,” Steve said simply.
“What?” you yelped as Bucky looked at you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “I… I didn’t ask…”
“Didn’t have to,” Steve said. “The bartender saw how you were looking at Bucky here and once I told him we were roommates he suggested this.”
“How was she looking at me?”
“Normally,” you lied.
Steve snorted. “She was looking at you like she wanted to jump on you up on that stage.”
“Oh, really?” Bucky said taking a few steps towards you.
“Wha… I… well,” you cleared your throat. “Maybe.”
Steve chuckled next to you.
“It’s just that I haven’t seen you… you know, like that. Dancing and everything.”
“Do you want me to dance for you now?” Bucky asked.
“I think she wants a bit more than a dance, Buck.” Steve told him.
“I think you’re right, buddy.” Bucky replied before pulling you to him and placing a searing kiss on your lips.
When he finally pulled away, you could do nothing but stand there in a daze. You felt Steve pull you back to sit on his lap as you watched Bucky stip out of his clothes for the second time that night. Steve was busy placing kisses along your neck, his hands slowly traveling under your shirt; his hands warm on your skin. You let out a soft moan as you felt his hands move up to your breasts and cup them.
“Come here, sweetheart.” You heard Bucky say reaching his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, lifting your shirt up and over your head and tossing it to the floor, followed by your jeans.
When you were in nothing but your underwear before him, he smiled before kissing you again. His hands all over your body, pulling you closer to him as he grinded against you. You could feel how hard he was as you moved against him. He turned you so that your back was to him and was facing Steve. He slid your bra off, playing with your nipples, causing you to inhale sharply. His hands went down your stomach to the front of your underwear, cupping your clothed pussy.
“She’s so wet already, I can feel it,” Bucky said to his friend who was watching you grind against his hand that was pressed against your clit.
“Don’t tease her, Buck.” Steve chided him, with a low chuckle.
Bucky laughed. “Okay, okay,” he said moving his hand from your panties.
You turned back to him, and kissed him again, harder this time, reaching for his briefs and pulling them down. You stepped back, taking him in. There he was finally naked in front of you.
You smiled to yourself, before dropping to your knees. Taking his dick in your hand, you stroked it a bit, marveling at the size. You looked up at him through your lashes before running your tongue around the swollen tip and licking the drops of precum from it. Relaxing your throat, you took him into your mouth as far as you could and started moving your head back and forth, while stroking him. You felt his hands in your hair as you moved. You gripped his thighs with your hands. You heard him let out a hiss of breath at the feel of your nails digging into his skin, but it only spurred him on. He began to move his hips, matching your pace. You held still as he continued to fuck into your mouth.
Steve had started to get restless sitting there watching the two of you. He made eye contact with Bucky who nodded. Steve moved from his seat and onto the floor, where you were still crouched down. You hadn’t noticed you were still taking care of Bucky, but you didn’t stop when you felt Steve’s hands pull your panties off. You moaned around Bucky when you felt Steve slide a finger inside you. It didn’t take him long to find your g-spot and he began teasing it, sliding another finger in to join the first.
You moved your head back and forth faster on Bucky’s dick as you moved against Steve’s hand. After a bit Steve moved his hand and pulled you down to sit on his face. Taking you clit in his mouth he began sucking on it. You let Bucky fall from your mouth as you started moving your hips. He stepped back, stroking himself as he watched you ride his friend’s face. You felt your legs start to shake as you felt yourself coming close to your first orgasm. Sensing this, Steve stopped right before you could tip over the edge.
You groaned in frustration, trying to no avail to grind against his face, but he lifted you up. You heard Bucky laugh softly from his seat.
“Now who’s teasing her?”
“Not finished with her yet,” Steve explained while shedding his clothes.
Bucky nodded in agreement. “Don’t wanna tire her out yet.”
Then reaching for you, he pulled you to straddle his lap, placing his hands on your hips.He lifted you up and you slid down on top of him, moaning loudly as you felt him stretch you out. Once you adjusted to him, you began moving up and down on him, gripping his shoulders. His lips found you neck and he began kissing and sucking on it as his hands gripped your hips moving you on him.
“Fuck, so good.” He moaned over and over as you squeezed him inside you. “So wet.”
He crashed his lips into yours again, your tongues sliding against each other. Your hands were in his hair, pulling against the locks as you moved faster on top of him.
“Stevie’s looking a little neglected,” he whispered in your ear.
He then lifted you up and off, and you turned around and slid him back inside with a hiss. You looked up at Steve, who had been watching, while stroking himself slowly and beckoned him to come to you. When he was in front of you you leaned forward, and moved his hand, taking his dick in your mouth. You let him slide in and out of your mouth while you rode Bucky. You felt your orgasm coming on hard, and with a long moan you came, fluttering around him. Bucky kept a tight hold on your hips, moving you through your first orgasm.
“Can’t, can’t hold out anymore.” You heard Bucky pant and with a groan you felt him lift you up again. You turned and took him in your mouth again, catching his cum in your mouth. He sat back to catch his breath.
You then turned back to Steve, who lifted you up with a low growl. He hungrily pressed his lips to yours and wrapped your legs around him as he entered you. You didn’t have time to adjust to him as he moved inside you. You felt your back hit the wall as Steve rutted into you. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders. You felt yourself come close to an orgasm again, as the tip of Steve’s dick rubbed against your g-spot.
He let you down and turned you around, sliding in, pulling your hips toward him.
“You got another one in you for me?” he asked as his hand reached around to play with your clit.
“Y-yes,” you panted as you moved your hips against him.
“Cum then, cum for me,” he said.
With another loud moan you felt your release come again. Steve was a few strokes behind you, pulling out as he came. You leaned back against the wall to catch your breath. You and Steve walked over to where Bucky was sitting watching you. He reached out for you and pulled you down beside him as Steve collapsed next to you.
You sat there with Bucky’s arm around you and Steve’s head on your shoulder. It was so crazy what just happened. The thought started to make you giggle. The two men looked at you.
“What’s so funny?”
“This. I just can’t believe this happened,” you laughed some more. “Not that I’m complaining that was amazing.”
“We definitely should do it again,” Steve said.
“Yes, but not here,” Bucky said, leaning over to kiss your cheek and pat Steve on the shoulder. “I gotta get back out there.”
“See you at home?” you asked.
“For another round,” Steve added.
Bucky smiled then nodded. “Definitely.”
You both watched as he grabbed his clothes and headed out. Once dressed you two left the club, both satisfied that you found out Bucky’s secret and the outcome that it had. Now you knew there would be no more secrets between the three of you anymore.
A/n: The fine men of the Avengers turned ‘Magic Mike’, FIRST UP MY FAVORITE SUPER SOLDIER, BUCKY BARNES. This is technically an introduction to the story I want to build for the compound so sorry for it being such a teaser c;
The compound is electric tonight, women’s hands flying in the air along with their screams and dollar bills as they wave them frantically hoping to get the blonde, blue-eyed dancer to come any closer than the stage he gyrates on. A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as you watch over the sea of women, they could bounce in the cushioned leather seats drinks and dollar bills in hand all they wanted, Cap would only ever get close if he knew you and Natasha were right at his side ready to fend off any wandering hands, and hands tended to wander a lot here.
Stark ran a respectable club though, and his workers safety was top priority here, so if a woman stepped out of line during a set you were right there to escort them out, and Stark didn’t do second chances.
The heavy beat of Cap’s set settles over you as he continues to grind around on the stage, women’s screams getting louder as he begins the part of his set where he slowly starts to shed articles of his stage clothing. His eyes meet yours, a smile pulling at your lips as you watch his hands find the button of his slacks, a wink being thrown in your direction as he pops the black button open zipper falling with it. You shake your head, grin pulling further as you watch your friend tease the crowd with the slow descend of his slacks down his built legs, had you not been placed on shift tonight you would have been one of the many women here at the bar bugging Wanda for a free round or two as you twisted in your seat your body swaying to the set you had seen one too many times.
It was Friday night though, and Friday night always required double the security, come to think of the double need for security you hadn’t seen your favorite redhead yet. Your eyes left the stage to scan the room then, and though the club was dark except for that of the fluorescent lights casted on the stage, you’d have been able to spot the redhead from a mile away. From one end of the club to another you scanned the various booths and tables a frown pulling at your lips when you didn’t spot the fury of red hair, Romanoff was never known for being late, hell most nights she was here before you and Wanda.
A minute after your eyes are drawn back to center stage the redhead in question appears, you make a flicker of your eyes to her, “never thought I'd see the day,” you speak smirk pulling at your lips.
Natasha bumps your shoulder slightly as she gets close, “I’ll have you know I was here on time,” she chuckles, “Tony pulled me aside coming in, said there’s been a set change to one of our boy’s routines.”
Your eyes meet hers head on this time, “set change, since when,” you questioned, “I got here before you and he didn’t mention anything, I thought he finalized the performances last week.”
“There’s women still waiting to get in, to stark it’s the busiest night of this month alone, hell maybe the year if they keep piling up” she answers, her eyes flicking to the stage, “given how much he’s made at the door alone, he wants to test the waters a bit,” the realization of her words blindsides you, you let out a groan your eyes following hers.
“If Starks aware it’s our busiest night, why would he want to test the waters by being short one of us on the floor to help with Barnes set,” you shake your head, “he’s looking for trouble.”
A smirk pulls at the redheads' lips, “same thing I told him, but apparently he’s prepared,” she shrugs, you’re turning to her then brow popped up in question, “he called in reinforcement,” she answers meeting your eyes, “called in one of his best apparently.”
You go to question her, but a voice comes from behind the two of you, you turn then to meet the eyes of said reinforcement. “Rhodey, Rhodey’s our reinforcement,” you question looking back at natasha.
A warm smile pulls at the man’s lip’s, “y/n, Natasha,” he nods not taking to heart your surprise. He lets out a low whistle as he falls into place with the two of you, “Tony wasn’t playing around when he said it was going to be the busiest night of the year, it usually this packed,” he questions.
“If we’re lucky most of our regulars with a couple of first timers, including the occasional bachelorette party, are usually all piled in here by midnight but,” Natasha looks down at her watch, “who knows when the crowds going to die out tonight, the line was nearly rounding the corner when I was making my way in.”
“Can you blame the women trying to get in,” you chuckle, “look at the guys that parade our stage selling their moves, I wouldn’t say we fall in line with the average establishment, would you?”
“If the line of women still waiting to get is any indication of the type of establishment Stark runs, I would say not,” Rhodey chimes in, “come to think of it, I can’t help but wonder what he thinks having only two of us on this floor is going to do when he brings out Barnes, women will literally throw themselves on that stage just to get a touch, that man needs to hire more security if this is going to become a regular occurrence.”
“Please Rhode,” Natasha laughs, “Stark would rather give us a raise then pay another woman to work the floor with us, he doesn’t trust anyone with the boys after the last mishap, hell he won’t trust anyone near Barnes if it isn’t y/n herself.”
You can't sustain the eye roll at Barne’s name. it was true; while Bucky didn’t seek out all the attention he received when working through his routine, women were drawn to the tall, broad brunette that owned the stage, most nights after his set you were escorting him to various paid rooms with women waiting just to get a private from him, it could be hours before you came out of the paid hall.
“That man could come out covered head to toe in a potato sack and women would be throwing bills at him left and right,” you mutter watching as Steve’s set came to a close.
You hear Natasha's sharp laugh, “Y/n’s only sour because she has to stand outside of his privates,” the redhead teases.
“Ha, ha Romanoff, if I'm ‘sour’ for having to stand outside his privates it’s because I can only stand so long in these damn heels that Stark demand we have on our feet, the least he can do is give me a stool to sit on while I wait.”
Rhodey offers you a sympathetic pat to your back, “maybe stark will give you the night off from standing outside of his privates since you’ll be running the routine with him.”
Your head snaps to Nastasha, who doesn’t hold back the upturn of her shoulders, “sorry babe, I'll take next turn,” she offers.
Your hands go up to the air, “you were the last one to come in,” you whine, “Tony should have put you on Barnes routine tonight, were you even going to tell me, or were you just going to stand there till Rhodey said something?”
“Oh come on y/n, if there’s anyone who will rock that stage alongside Barnes it will be you, besides you know he would have just sent me out of that green room just to come get you myself.” It was true, if Natasha had been sent to the green room the moment she had arrived she would have still ended up here on the floor with you and Rhodey with Barnes request for you on her lips.
Knowing that your fate lay with you climbing the stage you can’t help the groan that bubbles up your chest and out your lips only to have it drowned by the sound of Tony’s voice over the loudspeakers as he announces the small intermission between sets and your presence in the green room.
You send an unseen glare towards the stage, “Oh come on y/n,” Rhodey laughs, “at least you’ll get to cuff Barnes up, surely that will make up for you needing to be up on that stage with him tonight.”
You shove at Rhodey a laugh spilling out of your lips despite the ‘distaste’ for the new job assignment you had been given. You preferred being on the ground warding off the wandering hands of the women of the club, you didn’t like the attention, and that stage was meant to be watched, was meant to entrance the eyes of the viewer. Natasha grabs for your hand when you move behind her, “I promise I'll get next set, I know you don’t like working stage unless its behind the curtain.”
A small grin pulls at your lips, “cover my rounds at the end of the night, and we’ll call it even, gonna need more than one drink by the end of the night if its Barnes I'm covering.”
Her red lips pull up in a smirk, “I’ll cover your rounds for the rest of the month if that’s what you want, promise to cuff Barnes tight for me teach him a lesson or two?”
Another laugh parts your lips, “you just want to watch him struggle Tasha, I expect you to have your eyes on me like you have them on Stevie, make sure you ward off those women, don’t want them grabbing any part of me.”
She throws you a wink letting your hand drop from her hold, “you got it babe, and if anyone’s grabbing you it’ll be me - see you after hours.”
With one final wave to the two you're making your way through the tables towards the lone blue lit hallway with the buzzing lit sign that read ‘dancers only’
The workroom is buzzing as the men prepare for the final set of the night, all except for one who has yet to have taken the stage, he takes his time as he dresses, wanting to take in the last few minutes he has in peace.
His eyes are focused on the gear that covers most of his body, gear that’s a pain to take off during set if not placed on right. He didn’t know how the others did it when they went out there, hell he’d have opted for going out in just a bedazzled speedo if he had any say but that’s not how the men of compound drew in their customers, how they kept them coming every night.
“Yo Barnes, did Stark actually convince y/n to take the stage with you for your set, the two of you better set the bar high man, we’ve gotta go out with a bang tonight, though it should be no problem for you right?”
Bucky’s hands still on the zipper of his vest his eyes finding the mirror as he meets Bartons awaiting gaze. Every night he was asked to bring the show to a close, but with numbers being so high tonight, Stark had flipped sets minutes prior to the doors of the club opening changing up the flow of routines so that the first number was now the last number.
“Well, if Stark’s able to get y/n to help me with this set I can guarantee a knock out, it’s not something I've tried yet, and I'm sure the women out there will get a kick out of it,” he smiles.
“Someone’s awfully sure of themselves Barnes, say, what if I had said no, would you still be able to give us a knockout set?”
The buzz of the room dims, Bucky’s eyes falling on your form in the mirror, your leaned up against the doorway, decked out all in black. From the lace bodice that hugs your chest, to your Victorian high waisted slacks, to the cropped suit jacket that hugs your form, you were perfect. He knows he’s been staring for longer than he should, knows the guys will get a kick out of it once you’re out of the room and the drinks are flowing once more, but he can’t help it, he’s always had a hard time looking away from you.
He finds himself turning then, his hip pressing up against the porcelain vanity of his station, “I close every night darlin, had you said no I would have still found a way to close the show, but now that you’re here it’s a guarantee to be a knock out.”
“Y/n could very well blow you off Buck, might want to watch how you speak to her or you’ll be down a counterpart,” he hears from behind you. Bucky watches his best pal come into the light Steve pressing in close to press a wet kiss to your head as he moves into the green room.
“Oh, come on Stevie you know I'm just giving Buck here a hard time besides I'm not about to lose my job, Stark would throw a fit before I said no to running the set,” you laugh pushing off the doorway. You cross the room towards Bucky then, stopping till your just in front of him. He watches you with curious eyes and baited breath, you lean past him slightly brushing up against him, the clinking of metal meeting his ears, you present him the cuff, “besides, how could I possibly pass up a chance to have him at my mercy?”
The room is a buzz again as your words draw the exact reaction you were aiming for, cat calls meet his ears, and Bucky for some reason can’t have that, can’t hand you over that control just yet.
So he does what he knows best, what he gets paid for.
He leans into your space, bringing himself closer to you, till your pressed chest to chest, “might be handing over some control, but that’s control that I can take back just as easily.”
He can’t help the cocky grin that pulls at his lips when he watches your brow shoot up, but it's all to quickly gone when your face morphs into something dangerous, something sweet and sinful. "That's cute,” you coo, “but you know there’s nothing stopping me from throwing your cuffed ass into one of the private rooms instead of taking you out onto the stage right,” he won’t lie he’s shocked, but this is what the two of you did, it’s the relationship the two of you held, and he knows your threat is anything but. “You might want to consider next time who you choose to escort you onto stage Barnes, some of us don’t like to give the power back once we hold it.”
That pulls a smirk from him,
“If you wanted a private all you had to do was ask sweetheart, you know for you it’s on the house, give you all the power and a little more.”
The rooms buzz grows the men getting louder as they cheer on Barnes come back. His words break you as a grin splits your lips, your hand shoving the muscled brunette slightly, “just for that I'm going to actually leave you in the private rooms Buck!”
It's easy for him to pull you in under his arm squeeze you a little, “go ahead sweetheart, I'm still going to get paid, the money’s just coming out of your pockets,” he teases, jumping back slightly from the pinch you aim to lay on his side.’
“Watch it Barnes or I'll leave you cuffed to the chair and let the women out there have some fun with you tonight.”
He pulls you in to him with both arms this time squeezing your form to his, “m’just teasing y/n sides the only person I want having some fun with me tonight is you.”
You’re pushing at him again, his words – though shared with you many times – still managed to take you by surprise, your lips part to scold him playfully but Tony’s sticking his head in frowning at the two of you only slightly.
“Intermission is over in two minutes y/n, I need Barnes on stage now if I want to get him to his privates on time!”
You can’t help the eye roll that takes over, “don’t get your panties in a twist stark I'll get your boy out there, but you’re escorting him to his privates!”
Tony’s rolling his eyes back but waves a hand at you, “whatever, just get him out there,” he mutters before moving back down the hall.
Bucky’s giving you a squeeze, “don’t let him get to you, Tony’s just being Tony,” he chuckles, “you really not going to escort me to my private he questions getting you to meet his gaze.
‘Let's get you through this set first, and ill consider sticking around for your privates.”
Bucky unwraps himself from around you giving himself a once over, “what if I steal a stool for you?”
A laugh bubbles past your lips, as you twirl the cuffs around, “get me that stool and you got yourself a deal Buck now c’mon the ladies and tony are gonna start getting antsy.”
“Tight,” you question as you secure the leather bracket around his wrist, you watch him move his wrist ever so lightly, “nothing I can’t get out of if I wanted too,” he answers with a reassuring grin.
A grin of your own pulls at your lips as you push to stand, “honestly not sure what type of women Stark thinks we’re bringing in but I hope this set works it’s wonders.”
“Once the cash starts meeting the stage, that’s when you know if it’ll have worked or not.”
“One look at you all tied up and secured and we won’t able to contain the cash, we’re gonna need to get you an extra bag just to hold it all,” Bucky’s grin grows.
“You finally going to let me take you out for that cup of coffee?
You raise a brow, “oh come on y/n, one cup.”
“B-”
“Is he ready,” Tony questions popping in through the satin black curtain Bucky’s name dying like a flame on your tongue.
“What’s it look like Stark, we’re just waiting on you.”
Tony grins, “now that’s what I'm talking about, you ready y/n,” you give him a nod, “ready to get off this stage.”
He shakes his head, “music starting in three,” he adds before he’s disappearing leaving you and Bucky to wait for the music to kick in, for the curtain to open up to the stage lights of the soldier. You move over to stand behind Bucky then, single hand finding his shoulder, as you relax your face, book in hand.
It was show time.
The soldier’s music creeps in like a warm gust of wind, the stage curtains pulled along with it. The women’s screams are deafening, many pushing to their feet, bills already in hand as the curtains rolls to a stop.
The soldier's music is a steady heartbeat, a steady pump and flow of blood as you move around him slightly off to his side so as to not obscure him from the screaming group of women.
Words begin to fill the club, bringing to life the man that sits in the chair, "Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car" your lips form each word.
The beginning of the set is one Bucky has spent hours of work on, he has his cues down to the very beat, the twitch of his body down to the very last word. Bucky goes through the motions of his set song, playing along his part so well, feeding the crowd their money's worth.
His song drops to a steady hum, your cue.
You step forward, watching his set face, “good evening soldier,” you hear yourself say.
The music falls so silent then it’s like the record has stopped all together. It happens every-time it should really come as no surprise but his words still shock you to your very core. A shiver rolling through your spine, ‘Я готов отвечить.’
The jolt that runs through you is unscripted when he breaks the already loose chains, a grunt leaving his lips as he leaves the chair, body looming over the edge of the stage as he looks over the crowd of women.
You turn on your heel willing your beating heart to calm, you were nearly done, all that was left was for Bucky to escort you off the stage.
You make your way up behind him settling a hand on his shoulder, his figure stiffens, shoulders squaring. His music creeps in again as he makes his way down the middle towards the stairs that are center in the crowd.
The women are entranced as Bucky escorts you down the porcelain stage, eyes on his muscular form as he struts you down in his tact gear. For once you feel like the roles are reversed like he’s the security and you’re the dancer.
He stops a foot from the stair way that your made to descend, dollar bills already beginning to rain at his feet, and he hasn’t even really begun to put on his show, hasn’t even begun to strip the first layer of his outfit.
He offers you a hand, letting you round him and to the stairs, his book still wrapped in your fingers as you descend down. You hit the last step when you turn to look up at him, his eyes already on yours, “don’t disappoint me Soldat.’
A heavy beat drops then, and you watch the broad brunette turn on his hell, the music guides his step as he moves back down the center, the screams of the woman starting up again.
As the soldier takes to the stage you make your way back to Natasha and Rhodey.
Natasha is reaching for you giddily when you break through the large groups of women, “a fucking natural,” she grins pulling you in between her and Rhodey.
You want to tell her that you were only doing your job to match up to the performance level that Barnes was at, but like the crowd, your eyes are drawn back to the stage.
The soldier moves around like he owns the very stage, like the very control the words and the book are meant to have over him, he has over the crowd. His strip is slow, much slower than Steve’s it’s a tease and the women crave more, but the soldier is only so giving, it’s the one thing he can control.
The tact vest goes first and the screams only get louder, you don’t know how he does it with his face so cold, but he manages to rile the women further, bills dropping like flies.
“I’d really like to see him come out in a Potatoe sack one night, are you seeing the cash,” Rhodey murmurs.
You want to turn and pull a smile at your friend, tell him that what he’s seeing is nothing to what he can pull, but the soldiers hand trailing the expanse of his torso has you locked as you watch it descend upon the button that holds his pants closed.
His fingers still on the button, and there’s scream popping up through the crowd of women wanting more, pleas for him to go further.
A smirk pulls at the soldier lips as he makes slow work of the button, hips gyrating to the beat of his set. Unlike Steve he doesn’t just let the zipper fall open, oh no, he controls that too.
The soldier controls everything about his set.
Your eyes follow the trail of his pants, the drop just below his knees before he’s ripping them off the rest of the way, leaving him in his black, grey, and red stared briefs.
The screams only get louder as he really works the stage now, moving around entirely to pay attention to each corner. Bills continue to rain on the stage as he works his hips, dipping down low only to curve right back up, and the crowd eats away at it.
Your entranced so much so that you don’t see Tony sidling up behind the three of you, only hear him demanding that you go back up on the stage and demand a mission report from the soldier. Your head finally snaps away from the stage.
“What,” you hiss, “Tony that was not part of the plan!”
“Things change,” he hisses back, “now go back onto that stage, Barnes will now the cue, now go!”
He’s pushing you forward then nearly sending you into a group of girls crossing in front of you with drinks in hand. You send a glare over your shoulder as Tony takes your spot, pushing you along with a wave of his hand.
You move through the crowd, inching your way to the stage wincing only slightly at the screams that meet your ears the closer you get.
As you get into the soldier's line of vision you see him meet you step per step as he walks down that same center to get to you. The soldier is offering you a hand as he helps you up the stage, your nerves growing along with the cheers, many like yourself knew what followed.
Mission Report was meant for the crowd, one lucky lady was to be pulled but tonight it seemed Tony had chosen you.
He takes you down the center offering you the chair he once sat in, you can’t help the cross of your leg as you place the book down neatly in your lap, the soldier has taken the spot you were once in, he looks at you, waiting.
“Mission Report.”
The soldier moves in front of you shielding you from the crowd before he’s dropping to his knees, his hands finding your thighs as he uncrosses them for you, spreading them for him to slip between. The roar of the crowd is loud like the steady beat of your heart thrumming in your ears.
You can’t breathe.
Sure you had sat in on many of the boys sets to play along as if you were one of the girls they had chosen from the crowd, but it was never like this.
The soldier is all firm and exposed muscle as he moves into you, his hips swiveling something delicious as he grinds into you. All the moves he had produced for his set were now being performed on you.
A very descriptive mission report.
Your breathless, speechless as Bucky moves himself around you, using you and the prop to his advantage. He brings your legs closed as he looms over you, his thighs holding them together as he reaches for your hands. He grabs them in his bringing them up to his chest, he throws you a wink, the words ‘touch me’ forming on his lips.
Had it been a Monday morning you would have said ‘say less’ or pulled a joke but it’s not Monday, it’s Friday and suddenly your frozen but not in fear.
His smirk grows as he takes matters into his own hands, guiding yours down the expanse of his body. As your hands descend so does his body as he tilts back exposing him slowly to the crowd. You know what the women are seeing, why the bills are hitting the stage quicker, as your hands descend upon his boxers, his eyes have likely fallen shut, his lips parting in a breathy manner as he brings your fingers to the band of his boxers.
A heat runs through you as he coaxes you to play with the band, he wants you to tease the crowd, wants you to give them that little bit just before his set ends and the curtains fall shut.
Your heart thumps in your chest as you hook your fingers into the briefs, index fingers hooking and pulling ever so slightly. The crowd is chanting now, hoping that tonight will be the night the soldier finally gives them what they want.
Your pull is slow, the lift even slower, just before you can expose him to the room, the music cuts off, the lights go dark and the curtains falls shut along with the hopes of the women yelling out around you.
It’s in the privacy behind the curtain that Bucky pulls himself up, your hands gripping his to keep him from falling out of your lap. He’s grinning at you when he comes to all red faced and strained, “m’awful tease aren’t I,” he questions releasing your hands. He must know that he is or he wouldn’t be asking, must know he’s affected you just as he’s affected the crowd. “Should I give them what they want next time?”
What do you say?
“Or maybe I can give you a sneak peek first,” he grins his hands caging you in as he grips the back of the chair bringing him into your space.
Okay but just imagine stripper Bucky being dominant with you, but also extremely soft and loving.
Ready for Me
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Stripper!Bucky)
Word Count: 381
Author's Note: Well, it appears I'm thirsty today (what's new haha) so here we are with soft but dom!bucky! I love stripper!bucky. Thank you for this sweets, hope you enjoy! Have a lovely evening! HUGS! ❤Much love to you all❤Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, dom!Bucky, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
“You must have really loved the show tonight baby girl,” Bucky purrs in your ear as his fingers lift your skirt, tracing over the wet spot on your underwear before slipping passed the fabric.
“You’re soaked for me. I fucking love it.”
You grab hold of his thick wrist, pushing it down until he slides a finger inside you.
“Use your words baby girl. I wanna hear you beg me.”
“Bucky…please!” you whimper, tightening your grip. “More.”
He teases you with his finger, brushing his thumb over your clit but never with more than a feather light touch.
“You can do better than that baby doll,” he croons, his lips soft as they kiss your neck.
“Fuck me with your fingers Bucky. I need more!” you whine.
A second finger glides through your folds.
“You didn’t say please doll face.”
Your head falls back against the wall and you arch your back, rocking your hips.
“Please, please, please Bucky. Fuck me. I want more of those thick fingers inside me.”
He smiles, crashing his lips to yours as he pushes another finger in, pumping them languidly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your teeth bite into his bottom lip and you tug hard when he pushes a third finger inside, stretching you so good.
“That’s it baby girl. So perfect,” he praises. “Look at you. So ready to cum for me and you haven’t even had my cock yet.”
