After a decade of friendship y/n confesses her feelings for Bucky to only be let down. He's so confusing when he's fucking her in the bathroom of one of his best friends Steve's house
Description:Her best friend just can’t stop gaslighting.
Pairing:Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warnings: smut the use of word like cock, pussy, slut ect.
18+ ONLY NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS
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It all started when Y/n confessed her feelings for Bucky last Sunday afternoon before their friend’s Steve’s Super bowl party. Y/n stood staring into her best friend Bucky’s eyes. She had just crossed a massive line that friends should never cross; she had just kissed her best friend.
Bucky and Y/n had been best friends for a little over a decade now. She remembers the first day she met him. It was autumn in Brooklyn, and the leaves had just started changing colours. She was running late to an interview at a local book store. In a rush, she wasn’t paying attention, and she ran right into a brick wall that was Bucky Barnes, knocking her right on her bottom. The coffee he had in his hand fell all over the two of them.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” She apologizes, taking the glove covered hand he had offered her.
He laughs with a shake of his head, “No need to apologizes doll I think you took the most damage.” He pointed out. Her light blue blouse now stained with a brown sticky liquid.
“No no I have a interview to get to! I can’t go looking like this.” She pouts, trying to wipe at the stain.
“I don’t think it’s going to come out doll. Let me help you out okay.” He says, looking around at the shops nearby. “There I’ll just buy you a outfit from that shop over there.” He points over at a boutique across the street.
She was desperate and needed this job, so she nodded her head and followed him to the shop. As they made their way around the shop y/n felt her heart drop when she noticed the prices of the clothes. “Uh sir these clothes are quite expensive.” She points out concerned.
“Don’t worry about it pick something you like doll, by the way names Bucky.” He smiles, turning to shake her hand.
She shakes his hand, smiling, “Y/n nice to meet you.”
That simple accident had brought years of exciting friendship and a little bit of a crush on Y/n’s end. Well, maybe it was a little bit more than a crush.
So here they are now staring at each other; the air around them was awkward and tense. Y/n heart was racing as she panicked. God, he was so close to her, the way he was holding her just a few moments ago. It felt like he was opening a door for her to make a move. But was she wrong, she read all the signs incorrectly?
