𝟗-𝟏-𝟏/ 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝜗𝜚 𝑬.𝑩

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: reader teaches Buck how to kiss.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: teenage!Buck x teen!reader, fluff, kissing

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 712

𝒂𝒐𝟑 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: 'Bestfriends kiss too (Teen Evan "Buck" Buckley/Teen Reader)'

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: I plan to write another version of this/rewrite this one

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Earlier in the day you had received an odd text from your best friend Buck.

Buck: Hey Y/n/n

Buck: You free rn?

Y/n: Yeah?

Buck: Great

Buck: Meet at my house

Y/n: Right now? What's up?

Buck: I'll tell you when you get here

Y/n: omw

Buck lived just down the street from you, everyone and their best friends dream come true.

"I'm going to Buck's house!", you yell jogging down the stairs.

"Of course you are!", your mum shouts back from the kitchen. It was always either you at Buck's house or Buck at your house.

Inseparable is what the two of you were. You were so close that people would always think you were dating.

You wished but Buck on the other hand was always obsessed with some new girl.

Though those crushes would rarely turn into relationships and if they did they wouldn't last long at all.

The pair of you did things that couples did. Things that probably wouldn't be done in a normal platonic friendship.

You'd cuddle, spend all your time together, Buck would always pay for you, hell you guys even held hands and sometimes Buck would even give you a kiss on the forehead. And that was just to name a couple things.

You put on a pair of shoes and made your way down to the Buckley house.

It was overcast, the sky filled with light grey fluffy clouds. Just how you liked it.

The cool air nipped at your skin, your hair flying in the wind.

You walk up the drive way. No one seemed to be home. The driveway was empty apart from Buck's motorcycle.

When you get to the house you don't bother knocking. You wander up to Bucks bedroom.

As you get to the door way he pulls you in quickly and shuts the door.

"Uh.", you say confused. He rests his hands against your upper arms. "I need your help.", he says looking in your eyes.

"Oh?!", you recoil in disgust.

"Oh my god. Y/n no.", he says taking his hands off you and making a similar face.

"Okay I get why I'm disgusted but why are you disgusted. Rude.", you scoff.

Buck slumps onto his bed against the head board. "I got a date.", he says but he doesn't sound very excited.

You take a deep breath, "And what's the problem?", you ask taking a seat in front of him.

"It's kissing.", he admits hesitantly. "Kissing?!", you try not to laugh.

He frowns and throws a pillow at you. "Hey!", you laugh.

"Seriously."

"C'mon Buck it's easy. I'll show you.", you say moving closer to him. You fling one leg over his lap so your straddling him.

Your heart was racing but you try to stay looking confident.

His hands naturally fall to your sides. "Just try.", you encourage.

He leans up and gives you a quick peck on the lips. "Like that?", he asks looking at you.

You cup his face in your hands giggling. "More like this.", you say connecting your lips in a soft much longer kiss.

His lips move against yours like it was second nature. He definitely didn't need practice.

You intertwine your fingers into his hair and give it a light tug. He groans into the kiss.

Neither of you hear the car pull into the drive way.

Soon Buck's door is being opened and you don't realise till Bucks dad makes his presence know, apologising and closing the door awkwardly.

You've pulled away and jumped off Buck. Both of you have bright red cheeks and puffy lips.

"Buck you have to go tell him that was not what it looked like!", you whisper yell.

"What, why?!", Buck says confused. You're freaking out. "How am I going to leave now? Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to face them again. What if they tell my parents?!"

Buck stands up. "Not like they'd be surprised.", he comments. You glare at him.

"B-", he cuts you off by pulling you into another kiss.

His arms wrap around your waist.

You don't want to pull away but you do.

"I don't think you should be kissing me when you have a date to get to.", you say still close to him, hands on his chest.

"Fuck the date.", he mutters going back to your lips again.