You don’t know how you did it, honestly. Maybe you putting on that backless dress right in front of him was enough to distract Bucky from what was hiding in the fabric of his suit pants. Maybe.

You knew it was a dangerous game to play but that’s what made it fun. He was clueless all the way to the gala, smiling at you like you’d hung the stars yourself, unaware of your little plan. You almost felt bad for a moment, tricking him like this, but you could remember the countless times he snuck toys into your clothes in public, making you squirm in front of friends and high ranking members of society. Safe to say the bastard had it coming.

The gala was busy, but rather calm. It was one of those stupid events where the halls were drowning in rich people. Bucky brought you because he knew he couldn’t survive without by his side. He was sipping quietly on a glass of champagne, listening to the group that surrounded you both talk about congressional hearings and potentially bills. It was the perfect moment you thought.

While he went to take another sip of champagne you carefully reached into the small pocket of your dress and clicked a button on a small remote. Bucky choked, almost spitting up his champagne. The level was only on one, a hardly noticeable hum but still a shock to him nonetheless. His eyes were on you in an instant, his voice low.

“You didn’t-“

“I did..” you smirked, clicking it up a level. A barely noticeable groan came from his lips as he shifted on his feet a little too awkwardly, sucking in a long breath.

“Turn it off.” His words were sharp, his gaze stern, you just shook your head.

As the night when on you kept increasing the level, smiling at him from across the room and he looked like he was suffering. By the 2nd hour mark the level was humming at nice 6, Bucky was at the bar, white knuckles clutching the marble countertop as he made an attempt to hide the growing issue in his pants. Revenge was sweet. So sweet.