AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

The Power of being Touch-Starved ~ Bucky Barnes

request: AFAB!stripper!readerXBucky went on a mission and he found himself needing to walk into a strip club, he thought nothing of it until you hooked him in

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warnings: language, some mention of alcohol and cigarettes, deceased family members, tough homes, SMUT, I'm bad at this, but here's my best effort, strip club activities

words: 8691 (i got so carried away)

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"Come on dollie, we'll make it quick, "

Bucky laughed as he gently tugged on her wrist. A cute redhead laughed nervously, her pearly whites shining brightly against the bold red matte lipstick. The spell of alcohol danced dizzily between them, she could feel that her balance was off as she stumbled about in her heels and Bucky was a little wobbly on his feet as he tugged on his dates sleeve. 

His cigarette that he's been casually sharing with her stung his nostrils and made the back of his throat burn. He's been seeing this girl for a few weeks. He's been respectful and letting her feel out the relationship, but he can't hold himself back much longer. 

"Oh Buck, I want to, but my pa would be so mad at me if he found out," she says and Bucky groaned playfully. "You can come over to my place, I'll make sure you're home before your old man wakes up, " he says and tugs you flush against his chest, "Or we can make it quick in this alleyway right now."

Her face flushed bright red as she felt Bucky's arms snake around her body. 

He had the appeal. He was tall and strong, girls could feel the defined muscles under his layers. His years working on the docks and then his training in the Army helped him build the mass. He has a handsome face, a lazy smile with a charming glint in his eyes. And, boy, he sure knew what cards to place. He can make any woman swoon with just a few words. 

She can't say no, how could she? She wasn't feeling pressured, if anything, she felt very safe pinned to the dirty brick wall. His hands were on her hips and lips on her neck. 

"Okay soldier, take me home, " she says and he smiles and swoops her right off her feet, walking down the empty New York streets. 

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Bucky woke up, confusion and shame filled his chest. 

Why a dream like that? Why with her? After all those years, why did that memory creep into his dreams now? He was a little embarrassed when he sat up and saw the morning wood poking at the blankets. He glances at the clock and deems it a fair time to get up. 

He rubbed his face and tried to think of the best way to handle his situation. A cold shower would do the trick. 

Bucky wasn't the man he once was. Back in his prime, he wouldn't have hesitated to reach under the blanket and finish what his dreams started. But now, Bucky found it hard to look at himself the same. That same confidence that radiated off of him when he was courting a date just wasn't there anymore. 

He stepped out of bed and walked into his attached bathroom, pulling his shorts down and stepping into the cold shower spray. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut as the water jolted his sleepy body awake. 

He thought about it when he was in the shower. The last time he had slept with a woman was the night before he was shipped out with the 107th. It was actually two that night. It had been 70-80 years since he was able to enjoy that sort of touch. The gentle caress of manicured nails and moisturized hands. The wet pop of lipstick-covered lips along his neck and jawline. The warm, euphoric feeling of being in them. The more Bucky thought of it, the more he missed it.