Roommates

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"Alright, I think I'm going to head home," Y/N spoke, trying to stand up, but quickly sitting down again. Sudden movements caused dizziness and a rush of nausea.

"Woah, I can't let you go alone. It's not safe."

She tried to tell him that she's ok, but Jason was having none of it, as her body betrayed her, swaying a little bit on her wobbly feet.

"It's not safe. Come on." Jason grabbed her by the arm and made their way out of the bar. Y/N was glad that he was decent enough to get her home safely. Maybe it was too soon, but she felt good around him. He was funny, definitely handsome and made her feel wanted, by the way he looked at her. He was nothing like Bucky, but she challenged herself not to compare the two men. If she truly wanted to bury her feelings for Bucky, maybe Jason had the means to help her. God, she just wanted to forget about her perfect roommate.

"What are you thinking about?" Jason asked out of the blue. They were nearing the Stark Tower, where she and other Avengers resided. It was rather late. Cold night left Y/N shivering. When Jason noticed, he immediately lent her his jacket. He was doing and saying all the right things so far.

"Nothing, just can't wait to get a good amount of sleep." She answered as they stood before the front door.

"You're leaving me that easily?" Jason faked a hurt expression, making Y/N laugh. She thanked him for the lovely evening and gave him his jacket back. They exchanged numbers and said their farewells. Y/N felt happy. She was done chasing someone, who didn't reciprocate feelings back.

Still smiling, she took the elevator up to her and Bucky's floor. Tip-toeing, she made her way through empty halls, trying not to wake him, as she returned from her night out. The walk home helped her to sober up a little, with cold air rushing to her nose. Nevertheless, the effects of alcohol lingered.

"Had fun?" A cold tone of Bucky's voice made her gasp. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, sprawled out on the sofa, changing the channels mindlessly. Deciding to join him, she sat next to him.

"Yeah, I needed to clear my head." Bucky's gaze was transfixed on the screen. Y/N couldn't help herself and admire his side profile. The way he clenched his jaw had her pressing her thighs together. He moved his focus from the screen, catching Y/N staring. Avoiding his knowing gaze, she broke the eye contact.

"Were you safe?" he said in a much softer tone now.

"Yes! You don't have to worry so much. I actually met this guy and we talked the whole time. He even walked me home." Ouch, Bucky wasn't pleased with the pain forming in his chest after her statement. He scolded himself internally for being unreasonably jealous. Y/N was a single woman and he had his chance. But he didn't take it and now he needs to deal with the consequences.

"I'm happy for you." Bucky tried to give a genuine smile, although Y/N noticed, that it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Right," she sighed. "I'm going to bed. See you later?"

"Sure." Bucky mumbled, as his focus was back on the TV. He looked over his shoulder for the last time, to make sure he was alone. Exhaling the held in air, he leaned forward, pulling on his hair. He wasn't expecting the uneasy feeling crawling on the surface. Not in a mood for sleep, Bucky decided to get out of the house. Knowing that she was in her bedroom just a few doors apart from him made the air thick, almost suffocating.

Over the next weeks, Y/N was hanging out with Jason more and more often. Nevertheless, she missed Bucky. They grew distant after their midnight talk.

"Hey, want to watch a movie later?" Y/N asked full of hope. It's been a while since they got to hang out alone. With her new relationship, she didn't have much free time left for Bucky. To be fair, he didn't make it easy for her either, constantly telling her off.

"Nah, I have work to do." Their conversations repeated in a similar fashion. One came up with an idea and the other turned it down, for whatever reason. He always had a mission to accomplish and she had already made plans with Jason. The never-ending story. They didn't even talk to each other like they used to.

Bucky missed her terribly. He missed her laugh, her face, her scent. He was alone again, with her on a date with Jason. Bucky despised him. He didn't know him personally, but the fact that another man worked up the courage to take Y/N out embarrassed him. Although, the worst part was, that the offer was accepted.

He punished himself with thoughts of Y/N. If only he had said something. She would have been in his arms right now. And he would show her precisely, how much she meant to him. He knew he would treat her better. She was driving him insane with her skimpy outfits around the house and all the little innocent touches. The way she gasped his name, when he startled her. She must have known what she was doing to him, bending over every surface in front of him. The images of her rounded ass filled his mind.

Shaking his head, he stood from the couch and made his way to the bathroom to take a cold shower. On his way, he noticed the door to her bedroom was left open, inviting him in. Bucky cautiously pushed the door to reveal her bedroom fully. He has been here before, obviously familiar with the space and yet, something felt different. He wasn't supposed to be here this time. Y/N didn't let him in. He was invading her privacy.

Thoughts in his mind were quickly fogged up, as he stepped forward, inhaling her scent. He made his way around her room, remembering it like it was the first time. Fingertips tracing the discarded clothes on her chair, he picked up her half-folded hoodie. Burying his face in it, he straightened it out, noticing more of the clothing falling off on the carpeted floor. Putting the hoodie back, he bent to pick up some socks, t-shirt, jeans and black lacy underwear.

The undergarments piqued his interest, the other clothes long forgotten as he sat on her bed with the skimpy piece of fabric in his hands. Examining the bra and the panties, he felt his jeans tighten around his groin. He was already half-hard from thinking about her. Discovering the lacy underwear had him sporting a full hard-on.

He started palming himself through the dense fabric and soon it wasn't enough. Pulling his twitching cock out of his pants, he spat on his right hand. Imagining it was her mouth wrapping around his leaking tip, he sniffed on her panties. Letting out low growls, he sped up his pace. A wicked idea came up to him. He wrapped the lacy panties around his right palm and brought it back to his throbbing cock. What he was doing was wrong, but felt oh, so good. He felt he was close, as his cock started twitching in his dressed-up hand more often. Bulging veins were rubbing on lace and soon enough he finished, shooting white ribbons of cum all over him. Cleaning himself with her lace panties, he smeared his cum, working it into the fabric to hide the evidence of his little adventure. What he did was sick, but he couldn't bring himself to care. From now on, Bucky masturbated in her room regularly.