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You puffed your cheeks out in frustration as you glanced at the clock. This was a waste of time, and your contact was now useless. You were slouched in a back booth of a mediocre club. You, Sam, and Bucky had picked up on rumors that Hydra had started hiding their meetings above nightclubs. You had exhausted most of your sources to get a small list of potential clubs. The worst part was pretending to have fun in rowdy, loud clubs that smelled. Even when you did party, you never did it in places like this. At least when you choose to party, you choose good clubs. For all their showboating, Hydra had shitty tastes.
You tried to wish yourself back to that one club in Paris. Now that was a good party. But, for all your wishing, you were still sitting at a sticky glass table under flashing lights. You drummed your fingers on your bare thigh as another drunken man began to stumble toward you. He was tall with dark brown hair. He wasn’t bad-looking ; he just could not compare to your boys. Your boys, watching from hidden spots in the crowds. Before the man could make it to your table, you whipped out your phone. “This is a bust. The only thing here is horny assholes. Can we please leave?” you sent out to them.
At the start of the night, you had been excited. You had dressed up, just for Sam and Bucky. You had worn red short-short with frayed hems and tall black books. You also wore a lacy black corset top that had hints of a silky red showing through. You had even gone through the effort of doing your nails. But, instead of having the attention you wanted, you had been bombarded with loud playboys hoping to take you home for the night. Which led you to the brunet who had finally made his way to you.
“Well, hello, beautiful,” the man slurred. You raised an unimpressed eyebrow and leveled him with a heated glare. The man, however, didn’t take the hint. “What’s your name?” The man tossed a confident smirk over his shoulder to a group of leering men not too far off. You rolled your eyes as you eyed the group, pathetic really.
“Taken,” you answered without pause. You leaned back into the booth and folded your arms over your chest. Your phone buzzed on the table, but you ignored it. Instead, you kept your angry glare locked on the idiot in front of you. He scoffed and leaned onto the glass table.
“That’s funny, ‘cause you seem to be all alone. Have been all night,” he accused. Your temper flared, and you tapped a foot against the hard floor. You didn’t get a chance to answer as two figures appeared. Your scowl was replaced with a stunning smile as your heroes loomed behind the man. The idiot in front of you seemed to think your smile was leveled at him, as he leaned closer. You gazed over the man’s shoulder to watch their approach.
A small amount of concern flitted through you as your eyes found their face. Both of your men looked livid. True to their personalities their anger was opposites. Sam’s eyes were burning, and the scowl was clear on his face. Bucky’s anger was more subtle and far chillier. His eyes were sharp and icy, his expression blank. You could never decide which would be more terrifying. Sam’s seething rage was loud and intimidating. But Bucky’s calculating stare held a million silent threats.
Bucky’s gloved vibranium palm landed harshly against the table. You knew that the ex-assassin had held most of his strength back, but still, the glass spiderwebbed and shook under the force. The man nearly had a heart attack and almost fell as he spun around. He shrunk as he stared at the two very dangerous, very angry men. “She ain’t so alone now,” Bucky growled. He still leaned against the table, so he towered over the frightened playboy.
“Right,” the drunk man mumbled before darting away from the table. Sam huffed and slid into one side of the booth. His glare followed the man until he had returned to his group of frat-boy friends. Bucky slid in on the opposite side. The cool metal of his hand landed on the inside of your thigh. His fingers placed with the fray of your shorts, making you gasp quietly.
Sam threw a protective arm around your shoulders and waved for the waitress. You glanced between the two in confusion. Their eyes were dark as they glanced down at you. A brunet waitress wandered up to them, taking in the now broken table.
“I’ll pay for the table,” you answered her unspoken question. The lady nodded and said nothing more. She seemed instantly relieved that there wasn’t going to be a fight over the table.
“What can I get for you,” she asked instead, smiling nervously. Sam sent her a charming smile, making her blush.
“We are going to need three shots of vodka each if you wouldn’t mind,” he asked sweetly. You eyed him out of the corner of your eyes, but you couldn’t gauge anything from the man. The woman nodded before scurrying towards.
“No need to waste the night completely,” Sam explained with that same charming smile. Like the waitress, your face began to burn. But still, you nodded, trying to settle back. You could tell they had some sort of plan, but you couldn’t figure out what. It was the mirroring devious smirks on their faces that made you suspicious. You were proven corrected as Bucky’s hand teases the sensitive skin of your thigh.
Sam’s fingertips teased along one side of your collar bone.
The waitress was quick to return with a tray of small glasses. She delicately placed three shots in front of each of you. You gave her a small thanks before she disappeared again. Bucky held up a tiny glass for a toast. You bashfully clinked glasses with them. They both easily tossed back the shot, and with a sigh, you followed. The burning alcohol made your insides feel warm for a moment.
You were still shaking away the burn when Bucky’s hand slipped higher. You gasped as Buckys strong hand slid under the leg of your shots. You glanced wildly between them, but they both kept even expressions. You tried to clamp your thighs together to shake off Bucky’s teasing touches. Sam’s arm slid from your shoulder to fall the opposite thigh. He adjusted his tight grip on your thigh to give Buck the room he needed. A delicious pain bloomed where his fingers dug into your flesh.
They picked up the second shot, and you followed suit. Bucky smirked at you as your downed your second shot. The desire of his stare had your shivering more than the alcohol could. Sam’s hand moved again, grasping your jaw this time. He turned your face to him, tapping a finger against your lips. Your lips parted obediently for him, making his smirk grow. He lifted his shot to your lips, your eyes widened slightly. But you played along and gulped down the vodka.
Your body began to tingle as the alcohol rushed through your system. Sam turned your face to Bucky, whose raised glass met your lips. You forced another gulp of burning liquid down. Gasping slightly after, the alcohol was hitting you hard tonight. Sam leaned close to your ear, “Good girl. You are gonna finish your last shot, then you are going to dance with us.” You nodded obediently, and he released your jaw. You raised the last glass in front of you and gulped it down. This time Sam and Bucky followed suit.
They slid out of the booth, and Bucky delicately helped you up. You managed to slip a few bills to the waitress, now behind the bar. Her eyes widen as she notices the large amount. You give her a devious smirk as you shout for her to keep the change.
You leaned against Bucky as they guided you to a more secluded part of the dance floor. You were maneuvered between the two men. Your back pressed against Bucky, and his hand landed on your hips. You glanced through your lashes as you wound your arm around his neck. One of Sam’s hands gripped your waist, the other found Bucky’s belt loop. The three of you began to sway the thumping music.
Bucky’s leaned into place soft kisses along your neck and should. You hummed in approval, tilted your head slightly to give him more room. Your hands drew light patterns on Sam’s neck, and his eyes got hazy. You felt, more than heard, the soft chuckle Bucky breath against your skin. You smirked and ground your hips back into Bucky’s, turning his laughter into moans. His eyes met Sam’s before he dug his teeth into your neck. You gasped, and your back arched ever so slightly.
Bucky kept his mouth attached to that spot, making sure to leave a dark mark. Sam’s hand moved down to where your pants meet your shirt. He forced the top of your pants down just enough that his fingers danced across bare skin. The touch leaves you with a tingly hint in its wake. You teeth catch you bottom lip as you eye close tightly.
Bucky pulls away from your neck and moves to your ear. “Keep those pretty eyes open, doll,” he demands, and you force your eyes open again. One of Bucky’s hands moves from your hip to your ass. He teased along your shorts, hiking them up to give him access to more of your skin. Once he is happy with the amount of skin exposed, a warm, calloused hand grips your ass tightly.
Bucky uses his grip on you to move your hips against him as he sees fit. Sam subtly pushes a thigh between yours. As Bucky moves your hips to the music, Sam pushes his knee up, adding to the pressure. You lean farther back into Buck as Sam crowds closer. Sam’s hand at your waist moves to your hair, gripping tightly. Sam captures your lip with him in a heated kiss. His tongue quickly slips into your mouth as your melt between the two men. You vaguely register that Bucky’s cool hand moves again. You are so lost in the kiss, you don’t notice Bucky’s actions.
Using his and Sam’s body to hide his actions, his fingers found the button of your pants. He easily flicked the button open, slipping his hand down your shorts. The cool metal hand cupping you make you groan into the kiss. You had opted out of underwear, not wanting them to show. Sam pulls away to watch your face as Bucky teases along your slit. You let out small pants to avoid moaning, and your eyes find Sam’s pleadingly. Bucky’s mouth finds your ear again. “Such a naughty girl, walking around a place like this without underwear. It’s like you asking for someone to push you up against a wall and fuck you,” he says, just loud enough for Sam to hear.
You shiver and moan as quietly as you can. Bucky circles your clit mercilessly, and Sam leans down to your other ear. “You wanna get out of here and get a real, hard fuck, naughty girl,” he whispers. You groan in agreement, wanting nothing more. Bucky and Sam chuckle darkly, pulling you closer to an orgasm. “Then you’re gonna have to come all over Buck’s hand, baby. Make a mess of those cute little shorts,” he growls.
Bucky’s pace on your clit increases, and you fight to keep your noises down. Just a little more pressure from Bucky’s fingers is enough to send you over the edge with a gasp. Your walls clench around nothing, and you soak your shorts as your orgasm takes control.
You don’t even have time to come down from your high before Sam is leaning down to sweep you off your feet. He marches out of the bar with your blissed-out form in his arms. Bucky follows closely behind, his flesh hand slipping into Sam’s back pocket. His eyes land on someone in the crowd with a smug smirk. You follow his gaze and find the frat boy brunet glaring jealously.
You give Bucky a grin as understanding washes over you. They were making sure that everyone in that club understood that you belonged to them, and only them. You gave your would-be suitor a mocking wave before nuzzling your face into Sam's chest.