Steve Rogers One Shots

Betrayal*

note: so i guess this one is a little darker, it's a mob!au (feat bucky) but consent is sexy so it's all consensual, enjoy

The lights in the club were dimmed, the music slow and sensual. It was a nice club, lots of rich people came here. Former or current drug dealers were usually taken to the VIP rooms where Steve Rogers' crew engaged in typical mob money-making activities.

The room went deadly silent as your boss entered the club just before closing time. He poured himself a good measure of whiskey while everyone hastened out of the room.

He came here for you.

Rogers sat on one of the large velvet sofa and finished off the remaining whiskey in his glass in one swallow. He was wearing an expensive three piece suit with a red tie. The red tie meant trouble. Your shift had ended five minutes ago, but you were still on stage, clad only in your lacy bra and short skirt.

You might have been standing on a platform, but he was the one in charge.

Without saying a word, he got up and slowly removed his jacket before he draped it over the arm of the sofa. Then he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

You swallowed hard.

"I saw you with Barnes," he spoke calmly while adjusting the sleeves. When you remained quiet, he threw a quick side glance at you. "At least you have the decency not to lie."

He sat back on the sofa with his legs spread wide and took a moment to look you over. You tried not to squirm, but the intensity of his gaze caused goose bumps to break out on your skin.

"We flirted," you spoke timidly. "Nothing more."

He laughed, though the sound held no humour. "Have you forgotten who you're talking to? Come over here, I'll show you."

He reached behind his back for his gun, pulled it out, and played with it a little. You didn't move an inch. Fear and, much to your surprise, exhilaration kept you rooted in place.

Without taking his eyes off his gun, Rogers shouted, "Sarge!"

You held your breath when you heard the sound of heavy boots coming along the corridor. The double doors swung open slowly as the second-in-command entered the room. His icy blue eyes found yours and narrowed into a menacing squint.

Barnes oozed sexual confidence and danger. He wore a pair of black leather trousers with a navy blue see-through shirt and a black leather jacket. His dark hair was tied up in a bun at the nape of his neck with a few loose strands framing his face.

He strutted over to Rogers at the same time you headed down the platform, the sound of your high heels resonating in the room. His eyes still focused on the gun, Rogers patted the empty spot beside him and Barnes obediently sat down.

You shared a panicked glance with Barnes, wondering what was going to happen next. Rogers placed his gun on the small table in front of him and looked up at you.

"You know sometimes I wonder," he said, cocking his head, his eyes lost in thought, "why do we let the ones we love hurt us?"

Slowly, his hand travelled up your thigh and you drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected contact of his large warm hand. He grabbed a handful off your ass and squeezed hard. You knew this was coming and yet, you still let out a tiny yelp.

"My best girl and my best friend flirting under my roof," Rogers tutted, turning his head to look at Barnes. "So it's true what they say: betrayal comes from the ones closest to us."

As he let that thought sink in, your eyes flickered over to Barnes.

He looked tense, scared even. It did nothing to calm you down. The man everyone called the Winter Soldier was never scared.