Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Submission Pt. 5

"No! No, no, no, no. You cannot walk through the club like that without putting a robe on, Y/n! I'm already on Bucky's shit list. He will literally kill me if I let you walk around like that!" Sam exclaimed.

"Sammy, it's a strip club and there are girls out there wearing less than me."

"Yeah, but they aren't his girl. You are!"

"No, no I'm not." You protested.

"In his mind, you are his. And I'm telling you that he most definitely will kill me if you don't put the fucking robe on."

"God, you men are irritating!"

You grabbed the robe from Sam's hand and slipped it on, loosely tying it around your waist.

"Happy?"

"Extremely. Now come on. I'll walk you to the room. Bucky will be there in a few minutes."

You followed after Sam while trying not to wobble in the platform stilettos you were wearing. As you exited the back, an idea came to you and a smirk formed on your lips. You looked up towards the balcony where you knew Bucky would be and found him watching you. Raising your hand to the belt around your waist, you tugged on it and let the silk robe fall from your body as you walked. The black, leather mini skirt you wore was only held together by the laces running up both sides and wasn't even long enough to fully cover your ass. You had a matching leather halter top that laced straight up the middle and, like the skirt, exposed a good amount of your breasts.

Bucky's jaw clenched and his knuckles turned white as he held tight to the railing. You grinned up at him and waved as you continued to walk behind Sam, intentionally swishing your hips to piss Bucky off even more. He deserved it after he edged you and then abruptly left your room last night.

Men began turning in your direction as you passed. It was only when Sam heard someone behind him call out to you for a private dance, that he turned around and saw what you had done. His mouth dropped open and he scrambled to your side, tossing his jacket around your shoulders and holding you close to him so you couldn't remove it.

"Might as well say bye to me now cause I'm a dead man walking." Sam mumbled.

"Bucky will be too pissed at me to worry about you, Sammy. Besides, if he thinks I'm his and he wants me to be happy, then he's going to have to leave you as my bodyguard. I like you too much for him to kill you."

Sam stopped in front of a dark red door and opened it to a room painted in black with dim lights shining around the perimeter. A plush, red leather armchair sat on one side of the room opposite a shiny silver pole. It was exactly what you imagined the room where Bucky's girls gave private dances would look like. Dark. Intimate. Sensual. And you were about to be alone in this room with Bucky. Touching him and grinding on him. This was going to be hell.

"Alright, have fun." Sam chirped from behind you. "Try not to jump him as soon as he comes in."

"Very funny. Asshole." You mumbled.

"I heard that." Sam said through the crack in the door and then you heard the soft thud of it shutting.

You walked over to the armchair and sat down as you waited. Your nerves kicked into overdrive as the minutes ticked by. Bucky was gone when you woke up this morning and Sam drove you to the club. Seeing him on the balcony of the club may have been the first time you saw him today, but it wasn't the first time you had thought about him. After he left your room last night, you laid awake thinking about what he had said...and what he had done.

The more you thought about your time with him you realized that, regardless of how domineering and ruthless he could seem, he treated you better over the last three months than your own father had throughout your whole life. He provided you with a comfortable bedroom, dealt with your attitude, and protected you from anyone who tried to hurt you. All your father had ever done was leave you with a mountain of trauma and an innumerable amount of debt.