Sometimes I’m having a down day and then I think about THAT kissing scene that Seb did and everything is okay again 🥰
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky x Reader, Bartender!Ari x reader
Warnings: Bucky being a troublemaker, future smut, future dp, future [insert multiple kinks]
A/N: Written on my phone. Unbetad.
"Save me," he whispers, frantic and breathy in your ear.
An exasperated smile winds its way across your lips, laughter sitting low in your throat.
"No," you reply, studying the Guinness the handsome bartender Ari, insisted you try. You pick up the cold mug, taking a cautious sniff, the foam makes your nose twitch.
Your eyes meet Ari's amused gaze, his daring wink leaves you a little flustered.
When in Rome-well Ireland- you muse, lifting the glass to your lips. Your eyes immediately water but you don't look away from his stunning blues. His gaze fills with pride and warmth, that has nothing to do with the alcohol burning through you, surges your veins.
Bucky plops his head on your shoulder, watching you swallow.
"Please save me," he pleads with an absolute mournful tone that would fool anyone else.
But you're not anyone. You're his best friend and you know this game of his. He always manages to get himself in trouble no matter where the two of you land. And you get him put off it. So why should your impromptu vacation be any different?
"I think you can take him," you say, a bit of laughter slipping through.
The him in question is the very large boyfriend of the girl Bucky was flirting with moments ago.
"I'll owe you. I'll pay for the next five dinners. And we can go to all the museums. And-" he rushes out, wrapping his arms around you. "Please bubble. I need you."
Ari's been openly listening to your conversation, his curious eyes bounce between you and Bucky, he tosses a stark white dish towel over his shoulder.
"Better hurry up," Ari warns, his accented lilt is more intoxicating than the beer in your hands.
You can see the boyfriend in the reflection of the glasses and bottles lining the bar. He's getting closer and closer. Bucky murmurs another frantic plea. You guess you wont let your best friend get maimed on your first night in Galway. The second night though...
Sighing deeply, you turn on your stool, your knees bumping into Bucky's.
Placing your hands on his cheeks, the grain of his beard brushes across your palms. You can't help but notice how his eyes are a deeper blue than Ari's. More intense.
Shaking off that stray thought you lean in, intending to pretend to kiss Bucky.
You've done this a thousand times. Hands on his face to shield your lips from prying eyes. Keep a reasonable distance. Eyes flutter shut- got to make it look good. Pull back after a mintue or two. And that's it.
Fake a kiss, save a Bucky.
You can only tempt fate so many times though.
As you lean in, you slide across the smooth weathered stool and it tips forward, your hands land on his chest and your lips crash into his. His very soft lips. His very soft lips part and he breathes you in. The kiss is unexpected and tender and oh so real. His hands curve around your jaw, calloused thumbs sway across your cheeks and he tilts your head to the side.
A visceral jolt of something unfathomable, foreign and primal strikes at your core when his tongue slides across yours.
What are you doing?
This is Bucky. He's your best friend- he's- oh, oh he's good.
Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, you quickly discover you dont need air when you have the taste of him, whiskey tinged and sweet, melting on your tastebuds with every pass of warm tongue in your mouth. This everything you've dreamed it would be. A moan slips past your lips and he inhales it, his own needy sigh following it. Your hands wind across the back of his neck. Needing to be closer. Needing more of him. Needing something you can't put a name too but you know that Bucky can give it to you.
"He's gone," Ari cuts in, just as Bucky is about to pull you onto his lap.
You break away with a nervous laugh. Bucky stares at you, swollen lips parted as if he's ready for another taste of you.
Ari places his elbow on the counter, his hand cups your chin in a gentle dominant embrace and he turns your face towards him.
"Why don't I show you the best parts of my town before you go. Things you won't get anywhere else." He glances at Bucky with a deviant smirk. "And I know a few ways to keep you out of trouble."
Ari pulls back, large hands firmly planted on the counter. "What do you say?"
They gaze at each other and you see the moment they agree on the unspoken question gloating in the air.
Bucky looks at you, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "It's up to her. I'll do whatever she wants."
"So will I."
And now you're caught between two pairs of lust blow, gorgeous blue eyes, in the middle of a nearly deserted bar.
Oh. Oh this is going to be fun.