𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 [2]

13. {Unexpected Invitation}

Bucky had said it many times before, and he'd say it again and again: he fucking loved the sight of his work partner beneath him, whimpering and crying out his name. He relished every moment of stripping away her defences and dominating her completely. He revelled in these unexpected mornings like this one, when Y/N showed up at his door, seething with some irritation he couldn't care less about, practically pouncing on him. They wasted no time, discarding their clothes from the entryway to the couch.

Bucky loved mornings like this, with his work partner at his mercy on his couch. One hand braced on the armrest near her head, the other wrapped around her throat as he thrusted into her with such force that the couch moved with each powerful motion. There was no rhyme or reason to their interactions, but did Bucky ever complain about these spontaneous, intense encounters they'd had over the last seven or eight months? Absolutely fucking not.

Bucky was close, the rhythm of their bodies in sync, the intensity building between him and Y/N on the couch. He could sense her nearing the peak, her walls tightening around him, urging him to push harder. His voice was low and commanding, urging her to let go, knowing his words would drive her wild. But just as the tension reached its peak, the front door latch clicked open.

Steve Rogers walked in unexpectedly. Headphones over his ears, a stack of mail in his hand, he was distractedly sorting through the letters. "Buck, you really need to start checking your mailbox every morning, it was filled to the to- OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Steve looked up, his expression turning to one of horror as he saw Bucky and Y/N in their compromising positions on the couch. Instinctively, he turned his head away, yanking his headphones from his ears so they dangled around his neck. He used the mail in his hand as a shield, attempting to block the view before him.

Y/N let out a scream, a mix of confusion and utter shock, at the sight of Steve. She quickly pushed Bucky off her and grabbed the throw that lay haphazardly on her side of the couch, hastily covering herself. Bucky, slightly irritated by the sudden interruption, stayed where he was. His hands instinctively moved to cover his arousal, which rapidly subsided at the sight of his best friend standing near the door.

"What the fuck are you doing, Steve?!" Bucky growled; his voice edged with frustration. He ignored Y/N as she swiftly wrapped the throw around herself and practically sprinted into the bathroom, her clothes clutched in her hand.

Bucky seized the moment to retrieve his discarded boxer shorts and sweats from the floor, hastily putting them back on. He struggled to suppress his irritation, vexed by how close he had been to release, only to have it abruptly thwarted.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a run this morning! Shit, Buck!" Steve exclaimed, awkwardly turning his back to face the door in a belated attempt to give them privacy.

"You couldn't have knocked?" Bucky retorted.

"Since when do I knock, Bucky? I have your key!" Steve countered, his voice laced with frantic urgency.

"Well, maybe you should start!" Bucky growled, now off the couch and reaching for his shirt.

"Maybe I should!" Steve retorted, giving Bucky a dissatisfied glare. Their argument ended there as Y/N re-emerged, now fully dressed but still visibly flustered.

Seeing them both dressed, Steve turned to face them, his cheeks flushed as Y/N's. He still held the mail and Bucky's spare key, which Barnes now felt a strong temptation to take back.

"This," Y/N began, looking at both of them as she regained her composure, "never fucking happened." She glared at them both. Bucky remained silent, his narrowed eyes still locked on his friend. Steve nodded, swallowing hard. With that, Y/N headed for the door.