The Promised Bartender Fic
^nobody asked for this but the barman at the wedding was soooo hot. He left at like 2 am but I'd still do unsavoury things to him if only he'd ask (/srs, im dead serious) I'M SO ILL. ANYWAY HERE'S MY WAY OF EXPRESSING NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE HIM. Second paragraph has an unfunny joke but my best friend told me to leave it in :> This is my way of coping. If you are a bearded barman hit me up.
CW: fem!reader, porn with a bit of plot, check-ins, making out, pet names (dirty girl, sweet girl), reader orgasm, fingering, author's attempt at dirty talk (hope it's not too cringe ;_;), strangers to lovers, NSFW obvi
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You were invited by your distant friend to their wedding as they were short on guests. Some people cancelled, some were busy so you showed up to support the newlyweds. You were more than happy to attend and get your stomach full of the delicious food and drinks the venue prepared. You got your nails done a few days before and picked out a modest dress to not look like an idiot trying to outshine the bride.
“And for you?” He asked with a customer service smile on his face. “Mojito. Virgin.” You answered, giving back a genuine smile hoping for him to take it as an offer. “Of course.”
A small line of customers was forming behind you so you hoped to be out of there as soon as possible. He smashed half a lime in his hands while preparing the drink and something inside you stirred. “Here you go.” He put the drink on the rubber mat and asked the next customer for their order.
You talked with your friends for a short while, danced on the dance floor and laughed on with whatever shenanigans the newlyweds planned. Still, your mind was drawn to the barman. Your friend was telling a work anecdote and you were nodding along, as a good friend would, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering.
He was a dirty blonde, his beard full and bushy although neatly trimmed. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking what it would look like drenched.
“And she's such a bitch too!” Continued your friend. The barkeep's white linen shirt unbuttoned enough to make a person go crazy. “Girl, you're not even listening to me.” You denied it firmly, getting a bit embarrassed.
Your table was within eye shot of the bar so you could observe him freely. He was either making drinks, wiping the glasses or scratching his luscious beard which made you go insane. He caught you staring at him a few times, not giving you a discernible reaction each time.
Around 2 am you felt like you needed to rest so you decided to go outside for a while. You found a small gazebo secluded enough to give you a breather. The air was thick with moisture as it was raining the day prior. Everything felt uncomfortable, sticking to your body.
“Hey.” You recognised the sound as the voice you both dreaded and loved to hear right now. You turned around. His form stood over your sitting self. You were almost shaking in anticipation.
“I saw you eyefucking me through the night.”
“Uh…” You weren't sure what to say. His bluntness surprised you and trying to read him was almost impossible.
You could see why he followed you to the gazebo in his eyes. The already dark irises - gleaming in the light provided by the softly shining string lights, illuminating your bodies - were completely overshadowed by the dilated pupils, taking in as much of you as he could.
“I'd much rather prefer it if you were actually…” He paused, getting up close “...doing it.”
He waited for your decision and after you gave him a nod he dove in for a heated kiss. Not giving you a break he put his hand on the back of your neck and the other one on your thigh. He sat down next to you sliding his hand up the skirt of your dress.
“D'you seriously want this?” He asked when you needed to catch your breath. You nodded again. “Use your words.” He demanded. “Yes.” You managed to get out. “Good.”
He pulled you into his lap, spreading your legs on his firm thighs, facing him. Both his hands were on your hips, under the dress, squeezing.
He fiddled for a second with the hem of your panties, snapping the band and making you jump. “You look so good.” He mumbled into your neck, ghosting his lips over your pulse point. You shuddered.
“Need you…”He squeezed harder.
And then the floodgates opened.
In an instant he lifted your hips sliding your panties down your legs and leaving you bare. He put his warm hand against your heat and started teasing you with his fingers.
“I don’t carry a condom on me to work so this'll have to do for now…” He said as he kept circling your clit, drinking up your arousal. You nodded frantically, rolling your hips, more than content with the outcome of things. “You like that? Huh? Being fucked by a stranger? You don't even know my name. Dirty, dirty girl.” He said into your ear, drawing out a moan from you.
He put one finger in and curled it upwards hitting the spot that made you see stars. You threw your head back, still gyrating your hips, signalling him to not stop. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before putting in a second and third one. You kept nodding your head mindlessly, looking fucked out of your mind.
“You wanna come?” You looked him in the eye and kissed him, putting your tongue down his throat. When you pulled back he chuckled. “I take it as a yes.” He sped up the movement of his hand, driving you crazy. Suddenly you saw white. Your orgasm hit you and he had to hold onto his waist so you wouldn't fall backwards as you arched your back.
He let you ride out your high and calm your breathing.
You looked down and saw a dark patch on his pants. “Couldn't help it.” He said with a slight smirk, returning back to his nonchalant form, like he hadn't just come in his pants.
You sat in his lap for a moment more, until he spoke up. “Don't get shy on me now, sweet girl.” You laughed slightly. Still with your panties down you felt really exposed. “So… Can I get your number?”
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