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Honey, There's People That Are Dying

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You make Bucky fish your phone out of the pool.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Bucky in vacation mode, smut, outdoor sex, sex by the pool, ass slapping (i forgot what the technical term is), pain kink, dom!Bucky vibes, two feral idiots in love

18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!

A/N: Who'd have thought a bunch of 'Bastian photos is going to get me out of my writing funk? I've never written anything so fast since the pandemic lmao. Enjoy~ NOT Beta'd, oops.

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“Bucky!” your shriek reverberates all throughout the villa, scaring a couple of tropical birds out of the giant tree that stood right along where the stone path ends onto the open yard. “I was about to close that deal!”

You huff and stomp your fresh Jimmy Choos on the poolside tiles, freaking out that your very hot and very hot headed boyfriend just chucked your phone into the clear waters of the pool. You took five minutes outside to take a very important business call, thinking it would be fine since your luggage, all seven of your suitcases, three of Bucky’s and a couple of duffle bags, was still being hauled upstairs by the staff of his vacation home.

“And you’re missing the view and the fresh air, sweetheart. We’ve been planning this vacation for months; that call should have happened before you got your sweet ass in the plane.” He steps into your space, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He slides one thick thigh between your legs and smirks when you squirm at the contact. You whine when his grip tightens, his touch spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hands grip his biceps as heat boils in your core. You stand on the tip of your toes, bumping your nose with his, lips almost touching you tell him, “Hmm… That call was worth 280 million.” You push up and take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and pulling hard until Bucky yelps and pulls back, lip nipped open. “You better fish out my water proof phone or you pay me the same amount in cash before the sun sets on the view that I’m missing!”

You push him away and point to the small black rectangle chilling on the bottom of the pool. Bucky wipes his lip with his thumb, growling when he sees a blood. You were going to pay for that but right now the look on your face, flushed with anger and just gorgeously seething is making his cock hard.

“Now, Bucky!” you point again to the phone ringing under water, he thinks. He was going to send Tony Stark an email about making things too durable, missing the days when phones died when they catch a little drizzle.

“Sheesh, relax! Okay!” he raises both hands in surrender, walking to the edge of the pool as you crossed your arms and followed behind him. “Honey, there’s people that are dying, you know? And you’re freaking out about a phone.” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to proceed.

You expected him to kneel by the edge and fish it out with his hands but once again shriek loudly when he jumps into the pool, still fully clothed with his shoes on, splashing your sun dress and soaking you. By the time he resurfaces, he’s got your Stark phone in his hand and you grab it quickly.

“Thank you, honeybun!” you blow him a kiss and redial to return to the call. You apologize to the investor, smiling the whole time when you finally get them to agree to your terms. You were humming affirmations when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend, giving you his most murderous gaze while he was soaking wet. His white shirt had become transparent from the water, giving you firm reminder of what you had at the tip of your fingers if you just started your vacation officially.

Bucky shakes the water out of his hair and pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool. His pants were sticking to his thighs that causes you to gulp loudly for air, stuttering when you miss something your investor says but replying dumbly when you see the massive tent in Bucky’s pants.

“Yeah… I-I mean, yes! All of that sounds great! Thank you, I’ll get back to you after my vacation. Bye, thanks!” you ramble and hang up, sticking your feet together and standing in attention. Bucky was full on seething, chest rising visibly as he continues to sit still by the pool’s edge. You wanted to apologize, to him and to your poor pussy that was currently dripping like a broken faucet, for delaying your trip activities when he gestures with one thick and lock finger and beckons you to go to him.

“You done?” he grits the question, jaw clenching in unison with your weeping hole. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good, pull your skirt up and lie down here.” He pats his wet thighs and huffs impatiently.

You toss your phone to one of the nearby lounge chairs and quickly bunch your skirt up to your waist. “Buck—Honey baby— Hey, you were the one who wanted to go legit with the business! “ he tuts and you close your mouth. You were in trouble and the excitement curls in your gut pleasantly.

He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you lie on your stomach over him, your ass exposed to the cool tropical air. He runs the tips of his fingers gently from your calf to the back of your thighs until he reaches the curve of your ass, alternating between pinching your soft cheeks and squeezing a handful. You moan when he uses his other hand to push your head down and locking you there by the back of your neck.

“Now, I know how important your job is to you. And I know how fun it is to make money,” he slaps your left cheek hard making your head shoot up but he prevents you, making you squirm and feel on your stomach how much joy he’s experiencing right now when his bulge greets you, “but you have to remember, “ another slap, harder this time, “which is more important…” two successive slap and you grunt from the pain that makes your core clench.

“You, Buck! It’s you! You’re the most important thing in my life.” You tell him but he only responds with quick slaps on your throbbing ass. God you won’t be able to sit on it for a while.

“Sshh. I’m not asking a question, sweetheart, so there’s really no need to answer.” He switches to the other cheek and your arm shoots out from under you, aching to grab for something while you endured your punishment. “Stay still or we’ll be here longer.”

He swipes your hair away from your face and you get a glimpse at him, swollen lip as he breathes heavy, face flushed and gorgeous under the sun. Fuck, you were going to come just by looking at him. You nod and he winks down at you.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to initiate the count. Guess we have to start again.” He hums and makes you count to fifteen, tears rolling down your face by the time the last one hits your skin. “Oh, baby come here.” He scoops you up into his lap, legs pulled around his waist to straddle him as he coos at you, peppering your face with kisses. You squirm again when his raging hard on comes in contact with your soaked center and he can’t help but chuckle. “You need me, baby?” you nod and pout and scratch at his neck when you kiss him wantonly, moaning into each other’s tongues as he squeezes you with his large hands.

Bucky infuriated you to no end as both of you tried to control each other, fighting fire with fire, all-consuming with nothing left in your path. You made him crazy when you told him no just to piss him off even when you agreed with him or wanted the same things. And yet he wouldn’t change anything that he had with you. You kept each other on your toes, pulling each other’s string and getting on your last nerves.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and you start sucking on his neck. “You wanna go inside for this or—“

“No—here—now. Please—“ you rush to tell him pulling at his belt as you kneel to get rid of his pants. He chuckles but agrees, gripping the side of your panties and ripping it in half, tossing it on the pool. He helps you pull his pants enough for his cock already leaking and flushed pink when you finally take it out.

He aligns himself quickly, rubbing the tip into your slick folds before the head penetrates your tight entrance. Fuck, you both cuss at the pressure and the heat. Bucky looks up at you in reverence as your face contorts while your pussy tries to accommodate him, mouth dropping open, no sound coming out just puffs of air that blow on his face. You looked beautiful as the sunlight formed a crown behind you as he splits you in half.

You whine when he finally reaches his hilt, nails digging into his skin as you try to regain your bearings. He does an experimental thrust and you cry out in pleasure, a sound he’ll never get tired of. He lets you set the pace first, he had to be as coherent as possible so he can see your face when you come on his cock.

“Go ahead baby, ride this dick. Make yourself come on your cock, sweetheart.” You nod and begin to move back and forth, using his shoulders as leverage. You swear softly, always surprised at his size and the magic that your body conjures to accommodate him—to take every inch of him with joy. You grind down on him as his hand palms your tits, pulling and twisting on your taut nipples until he pulls down your dress and puts them inside his heavenly mouth. He laps at them, teasing the peaks with the tip of his tongue and nipping at them with teeth. His hand then travels south and cups your ass making you whine and pull up. You sit on him heavily and the both of you grunt from the pressure.

“Again. Do that again—“ he scrapes his teeth on your jaw and licks you there when you do as he says and your core clenches harder at the impact. Bucky encourages you with dirty sweet things. Best pussy I’ve ever had, only pussy I need, soak me honey, fuck please, I need you to cream all over me.

When you pace falters, he takes over and thrusts up into you. Pace faster and harsher than your own, every stroke hitting you deliciously. He pulls one of your legs higher, almost at his shoulder level until he rolls you on your back, cupping the back of your head against the cool tile surface. The change of position gives him more access and he takes himself deeper.

The pain on your ass calls out to you and with all your strength you push at Bucky’s shoulder until you switch positions and you’re atop him again. You close your eyes and ride him faster, he assists you with two fingers to your clit and it powers you through and through, head raised to the clear blue skies until you get thrown into your climax. You clench around Bucky and he growls at the way your pussy tries to suck him all in. Your release triggers his and with a couple more strokes he fills you with his warmth, painting you with his seed, slowly thrusting up into you to mark every thing inside.

He places his hand around your throat as you savor your pleasure, writhing in his hold. He gives you a languid kiss as you come down from your high, rubbing soothing patterns on your back as his spend leaks out of you.

“God, I needed that. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you shyly tuck yourself in the crook of his neck, lying on top of him after getting post nut clarity of your behavior.

“Worth missing two hundred million?” you slap him on the chest and he chuckles, cupping your backside and making you hiss. “So… you in this vacation with me now or do you have anymore more calls to make?”

You sit up still straddling him, his cock still lodged inside you while his come escapes in thick, creamy waves. You smile down at him and clench your pussy around his semi hard on.

“If you eat me out until I pass out, I’ll throw my phone over the balcony and into the sea.” You slowly pull yourself off him and wobble back into the house.

“Fuck!” Bucky tucks his hardening self inside his pants again as he goes after you but not before picking up your ringing phone and turning it off, chucking it off into the bushes. “Wait up! Give me that pussy!”