Mildly NSFW

Song #1: Crash by Usher      Song #2: Fade by Kanye West

"Why does it have to be so loud in here?!"

"I know, right?! I can't even hear myself think!"

"My ears are gonna be ringing for weeks!"

"Oh my god," you finally broke in, having to yell over the loud music and heavy bass that you could feel reverberating through the floor. "How old are you two?!"

"Too damn old for this!" Bucky replied with a scowl that he'd been wearing since the team walked into the Vegas nightclub a mere twenty minutes ago.

"Quit being an old fuddy-duddy," you laughed, linking an arm with Natasha, who in turn grabbed Wanda, each of you slamming down your drinks before heading out to the dance floor together. "You're the one who said that Vegas sounded fun! So have fun!"

With the boys left behind at the table, the three of you decided that they weren't going to keep you from having a good time. Steve, Bucky and Sam looked on as the music changed to something slower, though no less booming and deafening; Sam was swaying along to the music and contemplating joining you, while the other two nursed their drinks and looked they were just waiting for it all to be over.

Would you mind if I still loved you? Would you mind if things don't last?

"Are you guys just gonna sit there all night, or are you gonna get off your asses and dance with a lady or two?"

"I don't think I can do that," Steve nodded towards where you and the other girls had settled in, "not really my style. But look at them, Buck," he nudged his friend firmly, "it does look like fun, right?"

Bucky reluctantly glanced up in your direction but quickly cast his eyes away and back to the drink in his hand, "yeah, sure."

Would you mind if I hold onto you so that I won't crash?

Nat had caught the quick look from him, even amongst a floor full of people, the Widow didn't miss a single detail. "Hey, (Y/N), you still got the hots for Barnes? He's checking you out." But before you had a chance to utter a single syllable in reply, her hands grabbed your waist and pulled you tight against her, moving against you with her hips pressed against yours and a hand moving into your hair. Her fingers gently wrapped around a few strands and pulled, leaning you back so she could brush her lips against your skin, barely ghosting a touch against it, leaving you shivering at the sensation.

"Play along," she said into your ear playfully, nibbling at the ear that Bucky would be able to see. "He's hooked."

"Holy mother of...oh, lord," Sam gasped, fumbling to set his drink on the table and nearly missing. "What are they doing?"

"What? Who?" Steve asked, following Sam's stare to the three of you. By now, Wanda had joined in, her body holding you against Nat's as you all moved together; her hands were gently toying with the edge of your skirt just enough to flash a little more skin their way. "Um...dancing?" he replied with a hard swallow and a clearing of his throat, his eyes growing wider by the second. "I think."

And I really, really, wanna love you

And I'm really, really only yours

Even if it don't last forever, I wanna let you know

We really had something special, it's hard tryna let it go

"This is a good song," Bucky mumbled to himself, though Steve picked up on it.

"I don't think it's the song that you like, Buck."

"Look at him, (Y/N)," Nat encouraged, "get him out here."

When you finally worked up the courage to look, your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him; he was staring intensely, sitting perfectly still as he watched you move. Even when you looked at him, it didn't phase his concentration. Your desire to have him next to you only grew the longer you watched him, until your body ached and you couldn't wait anymore. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was both; all you knew was that you were feeling your inhibitions begin to slip.

I'm not thinking 'bout nobody else but you

You're the only one who takes me there

Taking matters into your own hands, you turned fully towards Natasha and slowly ran your fingers along the gentle curve of her shoulder and up onto her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as they passed just below her ear. "Tell me if this isn't okay," you smirked, finally gripping her and pulling her in forcefully, pressing your lips to hers. You had your answer when she eagerly played along, parting her lips just slightly and grazing her tongue across yours. It would be so easy to just focus on her and enjoy this moment, even though it was an ulterior motive; that made it no less enjoyable and no less desirable. You returned her enthusiasm and almost lost yourself in it until a much stronger arm gripped your waist and yanked you back into the hard body of the man whose attention you now had full command of.

"Leave," he barked to the other two, who were all too eager to oblige and scurry back to the table. He leaned down, his breath hot in your ear and smelling of alcohol as he spoke, "having fun?" You could feel that he most definitely was as he pressed harder against your back, not trying at all to hide the growing arousal that was building in him.

"I was."

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but this is what you wanted, right?" he growled, spinning you roughly to face him and taking your hair into his hand just as Nat had only moments before. He gave it a firm tug, leaning you back to expose your neck and to give him a clear view down the front of your dress. He licked his lips at the sight of the sloping curves of your breasts and leaned in with a graze of his teeth along your collarbone and a hum of contentment in his chest. "Is this how she did it?"

"Mmm," was all you could say, the room quieting in your mind as you focused on the sensations he was giving you. While he held you back, you wrapped a leg around his waist and slowly began to grind yourself against him to the beat, only making him bite harder until you swore that he was drawing blood.

Would you mind if I still loved you?

Would you mind if things don't last?

Sam, Steve, Wanda and Nat were watching everything, standing almost motionless with mouths hanging wide, the table now covered with refilled and untouched drinks.

"That went from 0-100 in a hot second," Sam finally spoke, breaking an awkward silence under the pounding music that filled the room.

"Are they going to have sex right there?" Steve joined in, pulling at his collar nervously. "Because I don't think I want to keep watching that," though his eyes had yet to leave the scene as it played out.

Sam laughed aloud and grabbed his glass, swirling the ice around to mix the melted cubes with the alcohol before taking a drink, "so why are you still staring?

Would you mind if I hold onto you so that I won't crash?

"Fuck...what are you doing to me?" Bucky groaned, his breaths quickening as he pressed against your movements. Beads of sweat were building on his brow and beneath your fingers that gripped his arms tighter as he continued to tease.

"I'm getting you out of here," you answered and pulled away, taking his hand and leading him from the floor and back to the group. They all shifted uncomfortably and tried to do their best to act as if they weren't watching, or more so blatantly staring, trying to start false conversations and failing miserably. You grabbed the drink from in front of Steve and took a long swallow as he looked on, giving him a suggestive wink and a grin before taking his friend away without a word.

~~~

"Sit."

"Yes, ma'am."

Bucky startled slightly at the sound of cloth ripping behind him, trying to not let his curiosity get the best of him, but finding it near impossible. When he sensed you moving behind him he paused, waiting to see what you had in store for him. He willingly let you take his hands and pull them back, tying the torn strip of material around his wrists.

"Now, I know that this won't come close to holding you if you want out, but it's in your best interests to keep them on."

"What are we doing?"

"Giving you your birthday present." You crossed the small room that held only the chair and a full wall mirror that you had positioned him to face towards. Slowly dimming the lights until it was near pitch-black around you both, you carefully made your way to him, stopping to straddle his lap and take his face in your hands. They brushed over the rough stubble of his barely grown beard, and all you could imagine was how it would feel grazing over your skin, moaning gently to yourself at the thought of what that beautiful mouth could do to you, and how long it would take him to make you call out his name and beg for more. You were sure it wouldn't take long and it was getting harder to wait to find out.

The kiss began softly and testing each other in its newness, getting a rhythm together as it deepened and his tongue desperately tasted yours. He let out a deep moan and pulled against his ties before stopping himself, though he wanted nothing more than to take control. When you pulled back he tried to follow, only to be denied when you turned and walked away towards a door on the other side of the room.

"Happy Birthday, Buck."

He watched excitedly and curiously when you disappeared through the door, leaving him in dark silence until a new song began, this time with a heavier and driven beat, though not as overpowering as he had felt on the dance floor. This was private and much more controlled than that was, or at least he thought so at first. A light came on from the other side of what he thought was a mirror, highlighting your silhouette pressed against the glass.

"Oh, shit..." he murmured, shifting in his chair. "Best birthday ever."

Your love is fadin'

Your love is fadin'

I feel it's fadin'

His heart felt as if it would burst from his chest as it raced at the sight of you beginning to move to the rhythm, the lights brightening on your side of the glass to make your form clear. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath as you slowly unzipped the side of your dress, teasingly showing a little skin at a time as you danced for him. The dress finally slipped from your shoulders and down the length of your body to the floor, leaving you in new lingerie and stockings that you had bought for this very occasion.

"Did you wear that just for me?"

You simply nodded and continued, your muscles tensing and relaxing with each move, making sure to keep as much eye contact with Bucky as you could. You could tell that he was struggling to keep his hands back, eyeing the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans that had him shifting again in his seat.

When no one ain't around

I feel it's fadin'

I think I think too much

I feel it's fadin'

Ain't nobody watchin'

"I want to touch you," he almost begged, his voice a whine, "please."

"Not yet."

The growl from his chest was loud enough to hear over the music, and you knew that you didn't have much time left before he took over. His eyes were as dark as you had ever seen them, and he was biting his lip as he barely maintained control. "You're perfect."

A slip of your finger slowly down your thigh hooked one stocking, then the other as he watched your movements of every inch and shift with an undivided attention. A little tease of your thumb just below the waist of your panties had him at attention, but when the tease didn't pay off, he hissed through his tightly clenched teeth and easily pulled from the restraints as you had predicted. He stood and pressed himself against the glass, drawing his metal hand back just enough to connect and shatter it without risking you.

"We're gonna have to pay for that," you smirked.

You don't even know

I've been so far gone

I feel it

I've been so led on

"Do I look like I care?" He jumped over the jagged window frame and took you in his arms, kissing you again with a renewed need and hunger that took your breath away. He pushed against you until your back was pressed to the wall and his weight was holding you in place with no chance for you to get away from him, though you had no intention. "I still have two hours of my birthday left, and I intend to use every last second."

"I'm counting on it," you panted, stretching your arm out to your side until your fingers hooked a key card for a room upstairs that was hanging by the door. You held it up to him with a coy smile, "we have plenty of time."

"Well hell, am I that much of a guarantee that you already had a room ready?"

"I hope so, because I sure am."