Request: ‘Hey! I wondered if I could request 47,42,60 with the song Express by Christina Aguilera’
Lyrics are in italics and so are the prompts
Genre: Fluff, Burlesque
WARNINGS: Dirty minded HYDRA agent, non descriptive pole dancing, Bucky being charming, Avengers out for the night, Reader being flawless (because you are)
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“Remind me again why we let our youngest Avenger do this?” Tony was heard through the com.
“Because I’m the only one who knows how to do it, Tin Man.” You responded while walking in the burlesque bar, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a loose t-shirt. “And because I’ve been bored out of my mind without any missions.”
Walking a good twenty paces behind you were Steve and Bucky, dressed in fancy office wear clothing to blend in so they’d look like they were average customers. You flicked your hair back before discreetly pointing towards the bar so the two super soldiers would sit there and would be able to watch the target’s moves. The guy you were there to get information from, worked for HYDRA and hang out a lot at the place and his name was Victor Slakov. Slakov always took a ‘lucky’ stripper home and you were hoping you were the one tonight.
Tony and Clint were dressed up in a tuxedo each to match the dress code for the VIP zone, quietly scanning the club below for the target, and commenting on clientele patterns. Bruce was staying by the quinjet in case he couldn’t keep his cool.
“Remember why you weren’t allowed in a mission for so long?” Natasha spoke. She got the bartender job for the night along with Wanda since they both knew their way around a bar.
“Just because I was telling the truth he tried to shoot me. I don’t see how that was my fault.”
“You say that like you only corrected his times.” Wanda talked this time, making you roll your eyes as you were entering your dressing room. You said your hello to your boss and locked the door.
As you were changing Clint spoke up. “You know this is the most we’ve been told about that mission. What happened?”
You smirked as you shimmied off your sports bra and swapped it for the top half of the lingerie set. “I told the French President’s head of security that I wear heals bigger than his dick whilst we were under heavy fire.”
You changed your bottom half and looked at yourself in the mirror. The lingerie set complimented your body perfectly and to be honest you looked even more flawless than you already were. Nobody was used to seeing you like this, all dolled up. Of course they wouldn’t see you in your underwear only, but they almost never saw you with make up on or with a different hairstyle other than your basic stylish messy ponytail. It made them wonder how you could be so beautiful already, and what you’d look like all dressed up. Well, this was the night they’d find out.
“Y/N are you dead?” Clint said through the com, shaking you out of your trance.
“You wish.” You smiled at yourself in the mirror and you were certain he heard the smirk in your voice and his eye roll was audible.
The song was rolling to a close which signified it was your turn to show up. You made your way to the dancefloor through the five second blackout and walked slowly over to the pole.
It’s a cold and crazy world, raging outside.
You swang yourself around on the pole to get a feel for it after being away from it for so long.
Well baby me and all my girls are bringing on the fire.
Turning your head to the left you saw Tony and Clint with a shocked look on their faces. Tony took off his FRIDAY moderated glasses and was struggling to keep his jaw from touching the floor, whilst Clint’s open mouth turned into a smirk.
Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest.
Natasha and Wanda were watching your hips swaying to the beat before you grinded back against pole, throwing a wink their way.
It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need, it’s Burlesque.
You glimpsed over to Steve and Bucky, as you climbed the pole and leant back removing your hands from the pole; their eyebrows raised and mouths turning up slightly in a smirk, boosting your confidence up to where it needed to be. You flipped and spun yourself around the pole, way up from the floor.
E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex
Ladies no regrets.
E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex
Ladies no regrets.
You gave a wink to the dancer to your right. Your focus was then on the guy you were originally here for, Victor Slakov. He was seated in the front, right in front of your pole and your big sultry eyes never left his tired and red ones.
Been holding back for quite some time and finally the moment’s right.
You danced to the music, doing your flips and aerobatics on the pole, silently praising yourself for taking those classes.
I love to make the people stare
“Guys are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Tony said, his mouth never really closing from the moment you showed up.
They know I’ve got that certain savour-faire
“Oh sweet Jesus. I’m about two and a half drinks away from being gay.” Natasha was the one to speak this time.
“I’m already gay for her.” Wanda whispered loud enough for the comms to broadcast it so everyone in the team could hear.
Can you imagine what would happen if I let you get close enough to touch.
“Come on t-team, we’re here f-for Slakov; no other r-reasons.” Steve stuttered.
Step into the fantasy
Tony snorted. “Speak for yourself, Captain.” He muttered into his glass.
You’ll never want to leave, baby that’s guaranteed
“My, my Y/N.” Bucky whispered.
Teasingly, you licked your lips and and made eye contact before winking at the soldier. Unfortunately, you couldn’t play around with the guys anymore since you were making your way down the dancefloor and over to Victor.
It’s a passion, and emotion, it’s a fashion, Burlesque
It’ll move you, goin’ through you, so do I what I do, Burlesque
All ladies, confident, flaunt it boys throw it up if you want it
You continued to strut your way, swinging your hips till you were seated in his lap.
Can you feel me, can you feel it? It’s Burlesque.
I tease them till they’re on the edge
You gave him an, explicit, lap dance until you were seated comfortably on Slakov’s lap facing forward.
You rolled your hips once more for good measure. You arched your back against him and wrapped a hand around his and brought your lips level to his.
“You know,” You snapped those hips slightly, feeling him hard beneath you. “These aren’t the only tricks I have.”
He smirked and responded in a gravelly voice. “There’s a room upstairs with my name on it; I would love to see any other tricks you have.” He punctuated his statement with a squeeze of your hips. You slipped languidly off his lap and he stood, taking your hands in his and climbing up the stairs.
You winked to Steve, making sure the team knew that you were successful. There were ‘fuck’ rooms on the floor above, for when a customer liked what they saw and the dancer did. Entering the room he had reserved, he spun you around and onto the bed. He trailed open mouthed kissed down your jawline. Deciding to get this over with, in the blink of an eye you flipped him over so you could straddle him and pulled the knife that had been in his blazer pocket out.
“You always carry this with you?” You asked in a playful voice, idley twirling It around your fingers.
“I keep it just in case of some… difficulties occuring.” He watched mesmerised as you switched hands.
“What sort of difficulties, sir?” You were going to be teasing the hell out if him until you got the information you and the team came for.
He smirked. “My job doesn’t come without risks, DC’s a dangerous place.”
You widened your eyes innocently. “DC? I know DC well; where about’s?”
“Palisades? Heard of it, kitten?” He gave you a dirty smirk and you refrained from shuddering in disgust.
He bucked his hips into yours involuntarily, causing you to smirk; you were good when you wanted to be and damn, did you know it.
“Potomac Avenue is where I was earlier, baby girl.”
“Thank you sir, for your help.” You purred with your voice low before rocking forwards and pressing the knife to his throat before pulling a cable tie for his wrists. “Now, sir, if you don’t mind.”
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The ride on your way to the tower was silent, as you had gotten rid of Slakov to the federal agents there for retrieval. There worst part of it all now was that you could feel all of your team mates’ eyes boring into you, and since you didn’t have time to change back to the clothes you arrived with, your were still wearing the lingerie with a short length silk gown which barely covered your behind because it was the only thing you could grab before storming out once you got all the info you needed.
“If you guys don’t get your eyes off me I’m going to be in with a serious chance of crashing the quinjet.” You chuckled slightly, uneasy at just how much attention they were giving you despite the silence.
“How did you do that?” Tony asked from the seat directly behind you, next to Natasha.
“Do what?” You questioned, looking back over your left shoulder to look at him. Bucky from beside you in the seat next to the pilot’s answered your question.
“He’s talking about the fact, Y/N, that you look so innocent around us, wearing Steve’s and mine sweaters and having your hair up but just magically turned into a sex bomb out there, dressed in lingerie with your hair down.”
You smirked whilst shrugging. “It’s just part of the package, Barnes.”
“Mind showing me the whole package in my room tonight, doll?” Bucky whispered so only you could hear.
“God, your charm just doesn’t stop does it?; that was smooth, James.” A sultry tone slid off your tongue without you thinking about it.
Bucky subtly crossed his legs at you tone. The men laughed at his predicament whilst you chuckled with Wanda and Natasha.
“Don’t you even for a second think I didn’t notice all of your guys’ boners.” All of the guys stopped immediately, too embarrassed to even move leaving the girls to be the only ones left laughing. “Or that I didn’t hear the conversation on the comms earlier.”
You were the only one left grinning to yourself as the tower came within sight.