Love It When We Make Up
summary : buck is desperate to get y/n back, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen
characters : black male reader x evan “buck” buckley
note : i don’t know what is with me and these pain kinks, but im kinda loving it??
warnings : smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, rimming ( buck receiving ), degrading language, use of the word “daddy”, pain kink, sub buck, dom reader, make up sex, rough sex, angry sex, hairy ass, creaming, fingering, i believe that’s all
When Buck opened the door in only a sweater and underwear, Y/N shoved right past him. Making a beeline for the bedroom, Y/N ignored Buck calling out his name as he walked further into the house.
Y/N knew every single one of Buck’s tricks, and he knew them well. More times than he’d like to admit, the tricks worked on him. Not this time. This time Y/N was serious about standing his ground and doing what he knew was right.
Buck came into the bedroom they shared only a week ago, leaning against the doorway as he watched Y/N rummage through his side of the dresser. “I was baking some sourdough if you wanted to stay and eat.”
Y/N scoffed, shaking his head as he shoved as much clothing his duffle bag could fit. “I’ll pass on the nasty ass bread.”
“Hey!”
Buck pouted, yet remained hopeful. Y/N could’ve said worse. He did a week ago when they got into the argument that led to their breakup. It wasn’t over anything serious. Not if you ask Buck. According to Y/N, it was pretty serious he was spending more time at work than he did at home.
Maddie agreed with that sentiment. So did Hen. And Eddie. Even Athena agreed, which meant pretty much everyone was on his ass about letting the best thing to ever happen to him walk out of the door.
Now was his last chance to make that happen.
Walking behind Y/N, Buck rested his head on his shoulder. “Can we just talk about things?” he asked.
“I did enough talking. Matter fact, I’ve been talking for the last 3 years,” Y/N scoffed. “Talking clearly doesn’t work so I’m done. We’re done. Everything’s done.”
Buck sighed. That’s about exactly what he thought Y/N would say. Which is why he had a plan to make Y/N listened. Eddie told him to not do the plan. He called it “the dumbest shit you’ve ever come up with”, but that only made it more enticing. Buck walked over to the door, using the key in his hand to lock it. He threw it in the trash, grinning when he saw the gold disappear in the mountain of papers and soda cans.
Y/N huffed when he was done packing, slamming the drawers. “You can have everything else, I really don’t give a fuck. I just wanted my personal shit,” he said.
“Am I not personal to you?” Buck pouted.
“Bite me.”
Y/N walked over the door, ignoring the shit eating grin on Buck’s face as he tried to open it. His body ran into the door as it didn’t budge. Furrowing his eyebrows, he jiggled the doorknob with all his might. He stopped when he realized what was happening.
He expected Buck to pull out all of the stops to keep him from leaving, but he didn’t know he would take it as far as physically keeping him from leaving.
“Evan, I swear on everything I love.” Y/N tried to control his breath, even as his heart started to beat faster as anger grew inside of him. “Open this door or I’m going to knock it down.”
Buck chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, I don’t think so,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “I think I want you knock me down.”
Nothing shocked Y/N about the scene he turned around to face.
On all fours, Buck’s underwear were pooled at his ankles, baring his muscular ass covered all over with peach fuzz. He wiggled his ass enticingly, using enough force to make the flesh of his ass wobble. Bruises and nail indents from the last time he pulled out this move were still visible, a stark contrast against the pale skin of his ass.
A cocky, knowing smirk played on his lips as he watched Y/N’s eyes glaze over with lust. In their time dating, Buck had come to realize being horny was the only thing strong enough to erase all logic from Y/N.
He hated to use it against someone he loved, but he was desperate. Y/N walking out would mean he was left without everything he needed.
He wouldn’t come home to home cooked meals and Y/N’s crazy stories from the hospital that rivaled his own. He wouldn’t be showered with kisses as soon as he walked through the door until the moment they fell asleep watching corny firefighter shows that depicted nothing accurately.
Most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to find someone with a dick as amazing as Y/N’s.
“It’s been so long since you felt me, daddy,” Buck sighed. He reached back and spread open his ass, showing off his puckered hole. “I’m so damn tight.”
Y/N would have to grapple with why he had little to no sexual control when it came to Buck. But that could wait until a later time. For now, he had to cave into his desires. It took Y/N only two steps to reach the bed, slapping Buck’s hands away so he could grab the meaty flesh.
Electricity sparked at the contact. Y/N kneaded the flesh in his hands, slapping it a few times to watch the ripples of skin. Everything inside of him was screaming for him to leave. Break the door down and make a run for it while he still could. But only a mad man would be able to walk away from the bubblegum pink hole staring at him, visible yearning to be fucked.
“This doesn’t mean shit,” Y/N said. “I just feel like getting my dick wet.”
Buck rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, but he was caught off guard when a tongue pushed inside of him. He gasped, hand flying back to grip Y/N’s hair as the tongue began to swirl inside of him. The pleasure he had been missing for a week hit him all at once, his dick now erect as it brushed against the bed with every roll of his hips.
Y/N’s nails dug into Buck’s ass, pulling the 6’2 man back onto his tongue. He buried his face deep between the cheeks, moving slowly as it took some time to reenter Buck’s hole every time he pulled his tongue out. When Y/N had Buck bent over the sink in the bathroom of the bar they were having their first date, Y/N swore that Buck had the tightest hole on the planet. It took almost 10 minutes of fingering for Buck’s hole surrender and let Y/N’s dick finally get a taste.
3 years later, and things didn’t change. Working Buck’s hole open was an experience in itself, an experience Y/N enjoyed just as much as the actual penetration.
Y/N pulled his face back and spat directly on his hole, bringing two fingers up to lather the spit around. Buck moaned into the pillow under him, pushing his ass back to try and feel more pressure. Y/N slapped his ass with a quarter of his strength, which was enough for Buck to cry out in pain and still his hips.
“You don’t get to feel good during this, okay?” Y/N asked, only continuing when he got a verbal response from Buck. “If you cum, you better believe I’m walking out the door and never coming back.”
“Yes, daddy,” Buck whimpered, gripping the sheets as he mentally prepared for the ride he was about to be taken on. One he was 100% willing to do again and again if it meant he got to keep Y/N forever.
Y/N shoved two fingers inside of Buck, not bothering with the usual way he eased his digits inside. “Say you’re sorry for being a piece of shit.”
“I’m sorry!” Buck sobbed, hole clenching down hard on Y/N’s fingers. “I’m so, so sorry, Daddy. I’ll be better. I promise.”
Y/N rolled his eyes as he fought against the walls clamping down on his fingers. He began to fuck into Buck with a rapid pace, feeling around for the bundle of nerves hidden somewhere. “You said that last time. And the time before that. How am I supposed to nowhere anything you say?”
Buck struggled to catch his breath as Y/N continued the assault on his ass. “T-Trust me. I’ll be… so good for you.”
“Yeah? You sure about that?”
“Yes, Da—“ Buck’s eyes widened when Y/N’s fingers hit his prostate. The arch in his back depended and tears filled in his eyes. “F-Fuck! Oh… my… God!”
Y/N added a third finger, shoving them in and out of Buck’s hole with a sadistic grin on his face. Buck sobbed for him to stop the assault on his prostate, all while pushing his ass back to meet the thrusts.
Cream began to coat Y/N’s fingers, causing him to salivate as he wanted nothing more to produce more of that cream with even more friction. Buck’s hole tried to suck his fingers even deeper, but he managed to pull them out with a pop.
“Fuck…” Buck sighed, rolling onto his back. He checked his dick to make sure it wasn’t coated in cum, and to his luck, he was in the clear.
He watched as Y/N stripped out of his clothes, throwing them behind him without a care in the world before climbing onto the bed.
Buck spread his legs as wide as they could to allow Y/N in between, even though he knew once the time came, his flexibility would be put to the test as his body complied with whatever Y/N demanded of him. He wrapped his muscular thighs around Y/N’s hack, pulling him close enough to where their heart beats were one.
He grabbed Y/N’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he shoved his tongue inside. The kiss was sloppy and full of spit, some dribbling down the side of their mouths as their tongues fought for dominance.
A pointless battle it was, as Y/N easily overtook him. His hands moved down the side of Buck’s body, falling behind his knees. When he had a good trip, Y/N pushed Buck’s legs until his knees were aligned with his ears.
“Y/N! It hurts, shit, that hurts!” Buck cried out, shoving him as much as he could. The stretch of muscles felt like he was being torn apart, even if there was a hint of pleasure hidden deep within the pain.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Y/N scoffed, continuing to push Buck’s legs until his feet were touching the headboard. “Hold them there. If you let go, it’s going to be bad for you. I promise you.”
Buck whimpered, nodding weakly as he held his legs were they were. It took all his concentration to make sure he didn’t disappoint Y/N. His breathing grew even heavier, the angle making it hard for him to get adequate enough breath. But if this meant keeping the love of his life, Buck would do it a million times over.
Plus, he knew despite how Y/N may have felt about him in the moment, he wouldn’t leave this room until he ensured Buck was beyond satisfied.
Y/N let drool fall from his mouth and onto Buck’s hole. Despite the short amount of time that had passed, Buck was as tight as when they first started. That would usually pose a challenge for Y/N, but that was back when he wasn’t in the mood to fuck Buck up.
Now he didn’t care about anything other than getting his nut. Maybe after that, he’d go back to the usual sweet and caring boyfriend he still wanted to be, even if he was pretending like there was ever a chance he would walk away.
“Remember what I said,” Y/N said, pressing his tip against Buck’s entrance. “Cum and I’m going to make you regret it.”
Buck groaned as Y/N started to push into him. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
Buck let out a strangled groan as Y/N bottomed out, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the task at hand. Keeping his legs behind his head and not cumming, even in spite of Y/N filling him to the brim. His nerves felt like they were on fired, sending a shit ton of blood to his dick. It stood up at attention, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
He wanted nothing more than for Y/N to touch his dick. To stroke it, to hold it, hell, even to punch it. Any sort of contact would’ve had him cumming all over the room. Which is what he desperately needed, even with his given ultimatum.
“Fuuuuuckk, I needed this,” Y/N muttered. “Maybe you know how to cater to my needs, after all.”
Buck pouted his lips as he stared into Y/N’s dark eyes. “Please fuck me,” he begged.
“Yeah? You wanna get fucked?”
Buck nodded, inhaling as much air as he could before he spoke. “Don’t hold back.”
The firefighter swallowed his words almost instantly, tears sliding down his face onto the sheet as Y/N began to fuck him. There was no easing into it. There was no letting Buck get used to his dick. With his hands on Buck’s meaty thighs, Y/N’s held himself up as he thrusted deeply. Cream started to fly up, making a mess on the both of them as Y/N fucked him at a quick pace. He pulled out until the tip was barely in, just to slam back in, colliding with Buck’s prostate head on.
“Oh my God!” Buck screamed, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Look at me, bitch.”
Buck couldn’t listen, mind in some far away land where he wasn’t being fucked like a sex doll. Y/N took one hand off of Buck’s thigh, slapping the shit out of Buck to bring him back to the real world. Buck whimpered as the pain radiated in his cheek, more tears falling as Y/N’s never ending thrust pushed him towards the edge.
He was going to lose Y/N. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back when his prostate was being stimulated behind comprehension. His dick was purple and throbbing, a few more thrusts away from bursting with reckless abandon. Buck began to cry harder, the pleasure he was experiencing and fear of not holding up his end of the deal becoming too much.
“Daddy!” Buck cried out, clawing at his own skin. “I’m… f-fuck!”
Y/N shook his head, the sweat on his forehead dripping onto Buck’s ass and thighs. “Not until I cum.”
“B-But—“
Buck shut up when his cheek stung even worse this time. Buck sobbed loudly, his sounds echoing off the walls. His eyes were blurry with hot tears, staining his face. His hamstrings were on fire. His prostate was begging for mercy. His hole was so tight, it made it hard for Y/N to thrust. He pushed through, feeling his orgasm coming as he continued to fuck Buck like his life depended on it.
Y/N used his free hand to grab ahold of Buck’s dick, jerking him off at a rapid pace. Buck’s breath hitched as his orgasm bombarded him. Ropes of cum shot out, some landing on Y/N’s face and chest, some landing on his thighs, and some even landing on his own face. His groaned at the top of his lungs, squeezing his eyes shut.
He won. Y/N made him cum, so that didn’t go against what he was told to do. In a moment of celebration, Buck let go of his thighs, relief flooding his system as he let his legs come down to a natural position. He wrapped his legs around Y/N’s waist, heels digging into his ass as he pulled him as close as he could. Y/N took the hint, burying himself deep in Buck as his own dick spurted out cum.
Y/N grabbed Buck’s face, mouths hovering over each other as they breathed heavily. Whimpers fell from both their lips while Y/N’s cum coated Buck’s inside, flooding the firefighter with warmth as he relished in the feeling.
The two men stayed still, bodies still connected as they came down from their climaxes. Y/N rested his head on Buck’s chest, humming softly as Buck stroked his hair absentmindedly.
“I love you,” Buck whispered.
Y/N groaned as he sat up, ignoring the sadness he felt as he pulled out. Buck’s hole fought the entire time, acting as a vacuum, trying to suck him back up into the vortex. If only he could stay seated inside of his boyfriend. He’d never complain about anything again.
His mood was brought back up when Buck’s hole let out air, the sound filling the room much to Buck’s embarrassment. His puffy hole spit out copious amounts of cum with every deep breath he took. The sheets were ruined no doubt. A job well done if Y/N had anything to say about it. He grinned as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against Buck’s red cheek before he climbed off of the bed.
Buck’s eyes followed his every moments. He was still worried that Y/N could still leave, even after that entire mind blowing experience. “Getting up to put your things back where they belong?” he asked, hope lacing his words.
“Fuck you,” Y/N scoffed.
Much to Y/N’s dismay, Buck was right. He got up and grabbed his duffle bag off of the floor, zipping it open to put all his belongings back where they belonged. Buck’s heart swelled as he watched the sight.
“Listen, Y/N, I heard everything you said. I’m sorry that it took so long, but I’m ready to listen to your needs,” Buck said, sitting up in the bed. “I took the next two weeks off. We can do or go whatever. On my dime.”
Y/N shook his head. Spending money on each other was the least of their shortcomings. “Buck…”
“I can’t let you go,” Buck said. “I won’t be able to sleep thinking about some other guy out there having what I had.”
Buck had to sit in silence for a moment, internally panicking as he wondered what Y/N’s response was. There was nothing stopping him from still leaving. Y/N could’ve just felt bad for leaving him and decided to leave him a parting gift. It was an amazing parting gift if he was being honest, but he didn’t want it to be one. He needed it to be anything but.
Y/N finished putting his stuff way and walked over to the bottom of the bed. Buck let himself be pulled to the edge, his legs instinctively wrapping around Y/N to keep him from going anyway. Y/N placed his hand under Buck’s chin, lifting his head so they were staring into each other’s eyes. The lust had dissipated, and so had the anger, replaced with the same warmth Buck fell in love with on their first date.
“You have one last chance, Evan,” Y/N told him. “Okay, that’s a lie. You have like, five more. But that’s it! I refuse to be an afterthought in my own relationships.”
“I promise I’ll make this relationship worth it,” Buck grinned. He snaked his arms around Y/N’s neck. “So, where do you want to go for two weeks? Last minute trip to Jamaica sounds fun.”
“Nah,” Y/N shook his head. “We’re staying right here the whole time.”
Buck gasped when Y/N not only shoved him back onto the bed, but flipped him onto his chest with ease. He did it with such ease, Buck felt like he weighed nothing. Laughter filled the room as an assault of kisses trailed up and down his neck once Y/N climbed on top of him. He was so busy trying to fight off the flurry of kisses, he didn’t notice Y/N’s hands reaching down and spreading Buck’s ass open.
The laughter subsided and his eyes widened when he felt something hard poking against his entrance. How the hell was he hard again? Despite wanting nothing more than to be fucked again and again by the man he loved, he needed a break. He was human, after all. The last round almost broke him down to a shell of a being, and that was less than five minutes ago.
Buck realized that no significant breaks would be happening, accepting it with grace— and a soft moan— Y/N pushed forward. Sliding into Buck’s creamy hole with a soft groan as he bottomed out, Y/N wasted no time in finding his rhythm, as fast and furious as it was before.
Buck’s eyes rolled as he buried his face in the pillow, moans and grunts spilling from his lips against his will. Don’t get him wrong, he was ecstatic now that he had made up with Y/N, but he wished he didn’t sign his soul over to the devil. With Y/N activated, and knowing Buck had no public appearances to make, the next two weeks were going to be nothing but nonstop torture.
He couldn’t wait.
