Bucky One-Shots and Imagines

Expensive sheets(smut)

Part 2 to 'Mafia'
Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT oh and I forgot to mention SMUT (since it was highly requested the first time I published and deleted this book for you horny ass bitches)
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James grabbed your wrist and laced his fingers through yours, his calloused hands hard against the soft skin of your own. Your head erupted with thoughts of having his lean fingers inside of you and you squinted your eyes. The smirk on his face had been replaced with a placid smile, as he momentarily let go of your hand to wave at someone behind you.

You settled for the fact that it was probably Cesario or your mom and stared straight ahead at him. You and him glared at each other for some time, his eyes pouring into yours and crinkling slightly with confusion.

"You should stop looking at me like that, or I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself," He said quietly, but this time his voice lacked the taunting tendency it had previously. This time, he was vulnerable.

Seeing this as an opportunity to strike, you gently rubbed your leg against his and smiled in accomplishment when you saw his eyes close briefly in pleasure.

"Looking at you like what?"

When they opened again, his iris' had dramatically darkened with lust, his bottom lip curving into his mouth as his tongue flicked his teeth.
"You should not have done that, Alìna," He muttered at you, before tutting at you, "Now I have to punish you,"

You tipped your chin up, furrowing your eyebrows to mimic confusion, his lips merely an inch away from yours, "And how do you plan on doing that?"

His minty breath tickled your face and your eyes automatically closed when his hand glided up your back, to your neck, tracing delicate patterns into the supple skin. When you reopened them, James' face had once more morphed into that forced smile of his, his smile stretching from one ear to the other but his eyes blank.

For James, every emotion he had could be told from his eyes, for he rarely let pure expression appear onto his face. You supposed it was the buisnessman/ drug lord/ literal mafia boss in him, however what you didn't understand is why the thought turned you on so much.

"I'll show her around the wine cellar!" He yelled and you spin around on your heel to see your father and Cesario both flashing smiles and thumbs ups. You smile back, although your sure that smile appears uncertain.

James' hand curves around your wrist once more as he leads you out so that your walking beside him, "Follow me or I promise, I will fuck you right here and now, in front of our parents,"

"Come on, we both know you wouldn't do that,"

"Trust me, princess, you don't wanna test me,"

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The wine cellar was more like a wine room. With no wine in it, just a king size bed. And velvet curtains that looked like they cost more than your life itself.

Alright fine, the 'Wine Cellar' was more of a comfortable sex dungeon.

[NEE NAW NEE NAW SMUT AHEAD]

You snickered as you stepped in and James locked the door behind you, "So much for wine cella-

You couldn't finish your sentence because James had (very rudely) cut you off with a searing kiss to your lips, pressing you hard against the wall, his hand running slowly down your curves and to your legs, massaging your thighs.

He pushed his tongue against yours, seeking entrance and you gave in but gave his lower lip a harsh tug with your teeth causing him to release a gruff moan. Your mouths moved in sync as you felt his member harden beneath you through the thin material of his cotton-wool pants.