natasha romanoff x fem!reader one-shots

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (𝟏/𝟑)

a/n: (requested) stripper!Y/N, natasha turning into a regular customer, lust turning into something more, Y/N kinda has a double life; your stage name here is ruby, just an fyi

i changed the request very slightly so it's more of a slow burn over all, but the concept is def still the same. might take a while for me to get done with part 2

warnings: i know nothing about strippers/lap dances so those scenes might be atrocious ✌️😗

It's not Natasha's idea. In fact, she fights tooth and nail in order to not go — when Tony suggests 'hitting the club' right after a mission, she recoils a little —, but it's hopeless. She's the only woman on the team, and now, she's being peer pressured into going to a strip club.

She's never been. Not for pleasure, that is, though missions have forced her to go a few times in the past. It just never appealed to her in that way. She doesn't see the purpose of sitting still for god knows how long, unable to touch, only allowed to look. Hooking up with someone always made more sense to her. But the pushier everyone becomes, the more she starts to consider it.

She could use an opportunity to wind down. Destress a little, just lean back with a drink and watch. It's no commitment, after all. She'll be back home in a couple hours.

"You're so uptight", Tony tells her. He's holding up a small mirror and cleaning the cut on his cheek. A minor injury he sustained in an accidental collision with a building. "Never been to a bachelorette party?"

"What do you think?", Natasha says, cocking her eyebrows.

"How sad. You haven't lived 'til you've tugged at a g-string."

"Guys, stop pressuring her", Steve says. "Not everyone is comfortable with objectifying young women. They're people too, you know."

"Snoozefest", Tony mutters. He glances at Natasha and wiggles his eyebrows. "You going? It'll make your little heart happy, I swear. Almost saw the gates of heaven the first time I went."

She tilts her head at him. The mission was hard — she can feel every muscle in her body ache. It'd be nice to think about something else for a while.

"They have alcohol?", she asks him to clarify.

"As much as your heart desires."

Natasha rolls her shoulders, her hands smoothing down her thighs. She's still wearing her suit, and she's all beaten up from the mission. Her head is pounding, her reluctance is clear, but she's tired in every sense. Finally, she sighs.

"I look rough", she says, getting up. "I'll have to, you know-"

"You don't need to look presentable", Tony says, glancing at Steve. "What about you, golden boy? You coming? Last time, you were blushing like a schoolboy."

They pull up in front of the strip club half an hour later. From the outside, the club is unassuming — a black building with a low-lit neon sign, complete with a bouncer out front and cigarette smoke in the air. Ubers stop on the side of the road to let groups of people, mostly men, out.

Natasha doesn't know what to expect. Despite having been to a strip club and even getting a full lap dance in the past, she doesn't know what it's like when the strippers themselves are the distraction. During her missions, she never focused on the dancers or the woman grinding on her lap. She was always too busy trying not to die. There's an obvious difference.

Inside the club, a bass thrums and alcohol flows. There are dollar bills everywhere — on the floor, the stage, wedged into bras. Perfume lingers in the air, not fully masking the smell of sweat. She keeps her hands in her pockets and her eyes on the ground. This is out of her comfort zone.