#they call Buck firehouse bc he cums so much!

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KISS ME MORE. | E. BUCKLEY

❝all on my tongue,

I want it!❞

Evan Buckley despised Valentine’s Day until he spent it with you.

18+ mdni !

evan buckley x nash!fem reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol use, slightly intoxicated sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight name-calling, breeding kink, part plot part filth.

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VALENTINE’S DAY has always been one of your favorite holiday’s, even though you’d always spent it alone or with your Uncle Bobby, the idea of people celebrating their love for other was so beautiful to you.

In your mind, this year would be no different. You’d stop at the florists after work to grab the flowers you’d ordered for Bobby in advance, grab some groceries to make pasta for dinner, and head over to Bobby’s apartment.

That was until Bobby interrupted your workout to tell you he had other plans, a mystery someone had asked him to dinner last minute, so, he’d be spending Valentine’s Day with whoever that was.

“Well, who is this mystery person?” You asked Bobby with a smirk, happy that he’d finally begun to move on from every thing in his past.

“Hey, my lips are sealed. But, please don’t spend today alone. I heard Buck is free, he’s been complaining about it all day.” Bobby suggested. “Maybe the two of you could hang out.”

You snorted and proceeded with the workout you had abandoned a few minutes prior.

“Yeah, the whole station heard him.” You joked, powering through some pull-ups.

After Bobby had walked away, the thought lingered in your mind. Was Bobby trying to set you up on a date? You couldn’t lie and say you haven’t had the biggest crush on Buck since he joined the 118, but you’d tried to make sure to suppress it as much as possible. The last thing you wanted was to have something get in the way of your friendship with him.

Later, you found Buck sitting at the kitchen table eating the leftovers from the homemade mac and cheese Bobby prepared everyone for lunch, a smile rising to his face as he looked to see you come up the staircase.

“Hey, you want some?” Buck asked, offering up some of his food immediately. You nodded, taking the spoonful of mac and cheese that Buck held up to your mouth.

Once you finished chewing, you turned your attention back to the reason you had come to find him.

“So, I heard you’re gonna be alone for Valentine’s Day.” You spoke, trying to bring it up nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I haven’t really been in the mood for anything to do with romance since Abby left.” Buck huffed, trying not to start the never-ending train of thoughts of her. You nodded, not wanting to throw any more salt in the wound for him. He’d just finally began to realize Abby and him were over, you didn’t want to rub that in his face the way everyone else did.

“Well, Bobby just canceled on me for some mystery woman and I have a bunch of food I planned to cook tonight if you wanna come over and just hang out.” You tried to shrug casually, a wave of nervousness flooding through you.

“Sure, I missed hanging out with you.” Buck smiled, shoving another spoonful of the mac and cheese into his mouth. You nodded and smiled, turning to walk back down the steps to wash the ladder truck.

“Perfect. I’ll see you later, Buckley!” You half-shouted as you got further from him. A rush of adrenaline pumping through you. You knew it wasn’t a date, but, it was nice to finally have company that isn’t your uncle on Valentine’s Day.

Hours later, the smell of fresh garlic and herbs wafted through your quaint apartment. You had just begun preparing garlic chicken alfredo when you heard a knock at the door.

“One sec!” You shouted as you cleaned your hands and smoothed over the short flowy dress you’d decided to wear, moving to open the door.

“I brought tequila.” Buck smiled, holding up a bottle of tequila wrapped in a brown paper bag. You stepped back to allow him in as you smiled.

“You really do know the way to a girl’s heart.” You chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

You moved back to your position at the counter and continued to chop up some onions and garlic, tossing them into the pan once they were the size you preferred.

“It smells delicious in here,” Buck commented, taking a deep breath of the aroma that surrounded him.

“Thank you, it’s one of Bobby’s recipes that I tweaked to my own taste,” You smiled.

Buck nodded shrugging his jacket off and grabbing some glasses from your cabinet. He began pouring you two some drinks, setting yours next to you before turning to lean against the counter. He watched you cook intently as he sipped his drink slowly, he’d never realized how beautiful you were until now.

Truth is, Buck has always felt something towards you. But, you being his bosses niece threw a wrench in those plans immediately. To him, you were forbidden fruit, and we always want things we can’t have.

The longer Buck watched, the more his thoughts began to drift to things they shouldn’t. The only thing on his mind being how would she look bent over this count-

“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“What? Uh, no. Sorry,” Buck apologized as he cleared his throat, averting his gaze to look out of your kitchen window and watch the city lights.

“No, seriously. I know you weren’t just staring that hard for no reason,” You teased.

Buck slammed back the rest of his drink for some liquid courage, deciding that he’d waited long enough for Abby to deny what was in front of him, moving to stand behind you and craning his neck down so his lips were level with your ear.

“Just thinkin’ about how pretty you’d look with this cute little dress bunched up around your waist while I fuck you over this counter,” Buck whispered, letting his lips brush over the top of your ear.

“Why keep imagining when you can find out for real?” You questioned, your stomach burning hot with arousal.

Those words were all the consent Buck needed before he began kissing down your neck to your shoulder, nipping at the skin here and there. Your whimpers and whines did nothing but spur him on, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you forward to bend over the counter, a slight gasp of shock leaving your mouth as you crane your head back to watch him as he lifts the back of your dress.

Buck swears he nearly fainted at the sight that was in front of him, you had no panties on, your wet pussy glistening in the light. The view sent all of his blood south, his cock growing hard beneath his jeans immediately.

“You do this just for me?” Buck asked, landing a hard slap to your left ass cheek before spreading you apart for him to see.

“Mhm,” You hummed, biting your lip as he dove straight in. His eager tongue found its way into your hole immediately, slowly fucking its way inside of you. Buck wanted to take his time with you, everything was so much better than he’d thought it’d be and he wanted to make sure to cherish this moment.

His fingers quickly joined in, rubbing your clit in small circles that sent shocks of pleasure through both of your legs. You were confident if you weren't bent over the counter your legs would have given out on you. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, little trembles working their way through your legs.

“Hate to say it, but you taste better than any food I could ever eat.” Buck said, moving to kiss your inner thighs while his fingers continued to rub your clit. The food you had been so worried about preparing earlier was long forgotten.

You couldn’t do anything but moan, the feeling of his tongue inside you making your eyes roll back into your head. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach, beginning to rut back into his face to get more friction.

“Buck ‘m gonna cum,” You mumbled out, trying to find anything to grip onto while your orgasm began to wrack through your body.

Buck refused to come up for air, swapping the positions of his mouth and fingers working them deep inside of you. The curl of his fingers practically threw you over the edge, a cry leaving your throat as you came all over Buck’s face.

Buck’s pace faltered a bit so he could help you ride through your orgasm, slurping and lapping at your weeping cunt.

As soon as you thought you were going to take a break, you felt Buck’s cock slide inside of you. A guttural moan tore through you, his length bottoming out deep inside of you. You were caught off guard, you hadn’t even heard him take his pants off. His cock worked in and out of you slowly, giving you a bit of time to adjust to his girth.

“Fuck, this pussy is better than I ever dreamed it’d be,” Buck practically moaned, letting his head hang for a second while he tried desperately not to cum already.

As he thrusted into you, he’d decided he wasn't getting as deep as he wanted to and grabbed your left leg, lifting it up on the counter to allow himself a whole new and deeper angle. The new position made you cry out, feeling his tip bully the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

Buck’s thrusts were desperate, he’d wanted this for too long to hold back. He was going to make you cum until you saw stars, he’d make sure of it and with the way he was fucking you, you were sure of it too.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, your second orgasm already on the horizon. With your leg up, it gave you the perfect angle to slightly grind your clit into the counter. The cool feeling of the marble sent shivers up your spine, the feeling of everything beginning to send you over the edge yet again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, sending spasms throughout all of your limbs. Buck smirked, watching the way your body convulsed beneath him from his actions.

“There you go, baby. Such a good girl cumming all over my cock,” Buck says, rubbing a hand up your spine to hold onto your shoulder for more leverage.

His hips began to jackhammer into you, his tip brushing your cervix. His change in pace made you see stars, your vision going fuzzy on the edges. All you could think of was his cock barrelling into you, your thoughts slowly slipping away as you entered a cockdrunk haze.

Drool began to pool out of the side of your mouth and onto the counter, your jaw seemingly permanently hung open. The ghost of a moan that refuses to come out hanging on your lips.

“Look at you, all fucked out on your kitchen counter, takin’ this cock like the perfect little whore you are,” Buck said as he pulled your back against his chest, wrapping his arm around your neck tight enough to feel good for you but not hurt you.

You couldn’t breathe out a single word, nothing but moans tumbling from your lips. You could tell Buck was getting close, his hips began to stutter as he thrusted.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum right in this tight little pussy. Make you swell up with my babies, you’d look so pretty. Don’t you think?” Buck asked.

“Please,” You managed to choke out through broken moans.

He continued to fuck himself into you, his length twitching with every clench of your pussy until eventually he couldn't hold his load anymore. His seed coated your insides in a thick layer of white, the warmth of it filling you to the brim. You swore it felt almost never-ending, his cum pouring into your aching hole. So is this why people called him firehose?

His cum began to seep out around his cock, smearing a mess all over both of your thighs. Buck pulled out, spreading your ass to get a good look at his cum pouring out of you. He took his fingers and used them to scoop his cum up, pushing it back into you. He could care less if you got pregnant, at least it’d make you his.

Once he made sure you were good and stuffed, Buck went to get you a warm damp rag, wiping the evidence of what you two just did off of your inner thighs. Your body slumped into his, exhaustion taking over immediately.

Instead of making you walk, Buck scooped you up in his arms. He carried you to your room and laid you in the bed, crawling in beside you to cuddle with you.

Maybe Buck didn’t hate Valentine’s Day after all.

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