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“Bucky, we shouldn’t,” you mumbled, your own eyes drawn to your best friend’s mouth. “We’re friends.” You tried to make your voice sound strong, steadfast, but it came out as a whine. 

“Friends kiss all the time, baby, it’ll be fine,” he promised.

You hummed in thought as Bucky leaned further into you, so close his breath brushed against your mouth. It took all your self-control not to close the gap. Instead you said, “I don’t know about that—I don’t see you and Steve kissing all the time.” A teasing smirk curled the edge of your mouth as you looked into Bucky’s eyes.

“I don’t love Steve like I love you,” Bucky said, like it was as simple as that.

You tilted your head to the side. “And how do you love me differently?” 

“I love you with everything, doll,” he said, his face serious and blue eyes intense as he stared into yours. “My body and soul and heart are yours.”

Your world tilted on its axis. You and Bucky told each other ‘I love you’ all the time. It was a staple of your friendship that every phone call, every hang out, every coffee date ended with you exchanging ‘I love you’s and kisses on the cheek. But this was different. This was so far and beyond what you’d ever expected from your best friend—and yet, it felt right. It felt like something between you was locking into place, allowing all the feelings for him you’d pushed down to come rushing to the surface at once.

“Bucky.” His whispered name, fraught with emotion, was all you could manage before you were grabbing his face and dragging him to close the distance between you.

Bucky’s mouth crashed against yours. Your world righted itself with that first kiss from your best friend. His lips were rough and demanding against yours, pressing into you like he was begging for access to your very soul. And when he slid his tongue along the seam of your lips, you couldn’t help but let him inside, feeling him invade your mouth like it was already his. Kissing Bucky was overwhelming and perfect and you never wanted to stop.

Your hands fisted in the shoulders of his t-shirt, clinging to him and pulling him closer, wanting nothing more than for his body to be touching every inch of you. His hands roamed over you, skimming over your clothes, and it wasn’t long before you were huffing in frustration, needing more. You yanked at Bucky’s shirt and he got the hint, only parting from your lips long enough to reach back and tug his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. He quickly divested you of your shirt too, leaving you in a bra.

For a moment, Bucky stared down at your chest, his blue eye rounded in awe. His fingers gently traced the lacy cups of your bra, teasing your skin and making you shiver. When he pinched your nipple, a shudder wracked your shoulders and you whimpered a plea, “Bucky, please.”

Bucky made a sound, low in his throat that spoke to a base kind of satisfaction. “Now that’s what I like to hear, baby, you begging so sweetly for me,” he murmured, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one gentler than before but no less consuming. He tweaked your nipples and groped your tits, his big hands kneading your soft flesh in just the right way to make you squirm, trying to press closer. 

Without looking, Bucky unhooked the clasp of your bra and then he was touching you skin to skin. You let loose a low, filthy moan at the feel of him, your back arching so your tits pressed harder into his hand. Bucky kissed down the column of your throat, sucking the skin between his teeth and leaving little marks. The thought of your best friend marking your skin only made you hotter, your hands digging into his soft brown hair and holding him against your neck.

A whine tumbled from your lips when you tried to lay back on the couch and pull Bucky down on top of you, but your legs got in the way. Then, you whined again when he pulled away only long enough to rearrange you and slide between your thighs, your hands reaching for him desperately and tugging him down on top of you. 

Bucky huffed a laugh as you nipped at his stubbled jaw. “So fucking clingy, doll,” he muttered, but you could hear the smile in his tone. 

“Need you so bad, Buck,” you whispered in his ear, your body squirming beneath his large frame until your center found the bulge in the front of his jeans. You humped against him, your legs hooking around his for leverage. He groaned loudly in your ear, his forehead falling to your shoulder. 

“Holy fuck, doll,” he rasped, barely restrained need deepening his voice. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” His hands gripped your hips and pinned you down, grinding against your heated core. His fluid movements made you arch and cry out, tossing your head back against the couch cushions. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, your eyes heavy lidded with lust as you met his gaze. His blue eyes were so dark, they looked like the night sky and you had the sudden thought you could stare into them for the rest of your life. But then need coursed through you again and you moaned, writhing with Bucky as he kept grinding against you. “Need you inside me—please, god, Bucky, fuck me, please,” you babbled, hands scrabbling at his muscled chest, searching for something to hold on to.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and dark in your ear as he leaned down, pressing you into the couch. “D’you remember when you didn’t even want to kiss me?” he asked, teasing in his tone. “Now you’re begging for my cock—you’re sounding a little fickle there, doll.” His hips came down harder against your center and you moaned loud, back arching off the couch.

“Bucky,” you hissed through gritted teeth, your nails digging into his back, hard enough to sting. “You want to say ‘I told you so’ now?” 

“I’m just saying, maybe you shouldn’t always knock my ideas,” he said, sitting up on his knees so he could stare down at you with a self satisfied smirk on his face. You were left laying on the couch, your bare chest heaving as breaths sawed in and out of your lungs and an annoyed expression on your face. “Admit it,” he urged. “Maybe, at least in this case, I was right.” 

Heat and need were like fire in your veins, but even still, you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your eyes at your best friend. “Yeah, yeah, Buck, you were right and I was wrong—about this one thing,” you said, giving him a sharp look as you finished your statement. “Now get inside me before I decide to go get my dildo and fuck myself,” you said, your fingers digging beneath the hem of your pants and sliding between your wet folds, letting your eyes flutter closed for Bucky’s benefit.

Your best friend growled—actually growled—and tore your hand out of your pants. His darkened eyes held your gaze captive as he wrapped his lips around your slick fingers and tasted you for the first time. Bucky’s eyes slid closed and he groaned, his tongue warm and wet as he licked your fingers clean. You felt every stroke of his tongue as it sent bolts of pleasure straight to your clit, and a low moan fell from your lips. 

When Bucky’s eyes opened, he dropped your hand gently, making quick work of tearing off the rest of your clothes and his, dropping them to the floor with your shirts. Finally—finally—you were bared to each other and, for a moment, you both stopped and stared. Bucky’s gaze drank you in, your body soft and splayed out just for him. His eyes darkened with greediness as he stared down at your pussy.

You didn’t notice, though, since you were taking your time looking your fill of him. He was all hard lines and rigid muscle. Even his powerful thighs, parted slightly where he sat on his knees between your legs, pushing you open wider for him, were thick with muscle. But what transfixed you most was between those thighs of his. His cock was hard and thick, veins bulging around his shaft and leading up to the head. You wanted to trace them with your tongue. 

Before you could suggest it, though, Bucky fisted his cock and slide the blunt tip through your drenched folds. He groaned, letting his head fall back. “Fuck, doll,” he said, rolling his head back up until he caught your eye. “Are you really this wet from a little kissing? Are you this wet for your best friend?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you said on a moan, bucking your hips and trying to take him inside you. “Please, stop teasing and fuck me.” You reached for him, pulling his body down on top of yours. He caught himself on a hand planted above your head so he didn’t fully crush you. 

“Love it when you beg, baby,” Bucky murmured in your ear. “So fucking good for me,” he praised, the blunt tip of his dick notching in your entrance. “Now be a good girl and take my cock.” He started pushing inside your tightness.

You spread your thighs wider, welcoming Bucky into your body and reveling in the feel of his cock stretching your little pussy. He filled you up slowly, perfectly, taking his time and letting you both savor the feeling of every thick inch of him sinking deeper inside you. When he was buried to the hilt, you both let out the breaths you’d been holding. 

Wrapping your arms and legs around Bucky, you pulled him close, loving the feeling of his warm body pressed against you from chest to core. But it wasn’t enough and you whined. “Closer, Buck,” you whimpered. “I wanna be closer.” 

Bucky huffed a laugh against your cheek, brushing a kiss to your skin. “I’m literally inside you, doll,” he muttered. All the same, he dug his arms beneath your body, holding you pinned between his chest and the couch.

Something settled inside you, and you began working your hips against Bucky’s, the two of you finding a slow, grinding rhythm. With how tight your legs were hooked around him, Bucky couldn’t pull out much, but his dick ground against a spot deep inside you that made your breath hitch, your clit rubbing against the base of him. With your fingers fisted in his brown hair, you dragged his mouth to yours, your lips sliding against each other in a messy kiss.

You and Bucky moaned in each other’s mouths as you writhed together, exulting in the bliss of your bodies coming together again and again and again. The pleasure and the emotion you felt for the man in your arms was nearly overwhelming, a tear or two squeezing free from your eyes and trailing down your temple to your hair. Bucky kissed them away, murmuring praises in your ear about how good you felt and how perfectly you took his cock.

It was a slow build, but suddenly, you found yourself on the edge of your release, and you could feel yourself clenching down on Bucky, begging him wordlessly for more. With great effort, you forced your mouth to work. “Bucky, please, I’m so close,” you begged, though your mind was too soaked in pleasure to know what you expected him to do.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, picking up the pace of his thrusts, fighting against the tight hold you had on his body to fuck you harder. “Cum for me, doll—show me how much you love your best friend’s cock fucking you and cum all over me,” he rasped, his voice deep and lust-soaked as he spoke the filthy words.

It was exactly what you needed, Bucky’s rough thrusts and dirty talk shoving you over the edge until you were tumbling and weightless with pleasure. A sharp cry wrenched free from your mouth and your whole body clenched around Bucky, your nails digging into his back.

Bucky groaned, rutting into your spasming pussy, chasing his own release. He found it a few moments later, burying his cock deep and spilling inside you, his dick twitching in your throbbing cunt while he moaned in your ear. Together, you rode out your orgasms, your bodies rocking together. You clung to Bucky as tightly as you could even with how loose and relaxed you felt. He nuzzled your neck as he caught his breath.

Finally, you both settled. Bucky moved to pull out, but you whined, your legs holding him tight and locked inside you. He leaned up on one arm so he could see your face. 

“You’re gonna have to let me out of your pussy eventually, doll,” he teased, though he wore a grin that said he didn’t mind staying inside you. He dropped a kiss to your lips. “We gotta clean you up.”

You grumbled, your eyes sliding closed. “Five minutes,” you mumbled, your face nuzzling into Bucky’s arm next to your head. 

He sighed exaggeratedly, but settled back down, though he held himself off you enough not to hurt you. “If you’re gonna hold me hostage inside your sweet little cunt, the least you can do is kiss me,” Bucky murmured, his fingers guiding your face until his lips found yours. 

This time, when you kissed Bucky, it was slow and decadent, like the desperation you’d felt after so long pent up had been burned off and all that was left were your emotions for one another. Bucky savored you, his lips sliding against yours like he was learning their exact curvature. When his tongue dipped into your mouth, he explored you, tasted you. It was like he was kissing you in preparation of a life spent together, one where you never got tired of kissing each other. 

The longer you kissed, the more you felt Bucky’s cock starting to grow inside you. Eventually, he pulled away and gave you a look. “Time’s up,” he said, moving to untangle himself from your body.

You tried to pull him back, tilting your face up toward his. “One more kiss, please, Bucky,” you begged, giving him your best pleading look.

Bucky’s cock twitched inside you and your body clamped down on him purposefully even as you tried to keep the innocent expression on your face. His eyes widened and he gave you a half-hearted accusing look. “You tricksy girl,” he chastised with no heat to it, settling back down on top of you. “You’re trying to get me hard so I’ll fuck you again, aren’t you?”

You grinned impishly at your best friend, moving your hips ever so slightly, feeling his dick move inside you. He moaned and started plunging into you, making you grin and meet him thrust for thrust. “What are you talking about,” you teased, pulling his mouth to yours as you writhed together, whispering against his lips. “It’s just a kiss.”