Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Eight

This is my first time writing smut. If it's not to your standards, sorry. Guess you'll have to find someone else to satiate your cravings lol. Feedback is welcome! <3 Artie

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It was mid-afternoon. Malo and her Zaštitnik had come back from his training session a few minutes ago when she decided it was time to enact her plan. Her legs were finally beginning to heal properly and she felt she could handle whatever the soldier threw at her. She had yet to see him naked, but saw him in his boxers daily. The man was hiding a snake.

They usually had an hour before the guards would bother them with dinner. Zaštitnik sat on the cot, staring at Malo sitting to his left like he usually did. He was still coated in a thin sheet of sweat from his sparring session. Today he'd knocked out over a dozen guards, and kicked another dozen's asses. Malo was certain the only reason he was sweating was because they turned up the heat in the room as a form of torture. Even she was sweating profusely, and all she did was watch.

Then again, watching her Zaštitnik do anything tends to make her sweat. Just this afternoon she twice had to press her thighs together as she eyed him up. The way his muscled tightened and contracted as he punched, kicked, and threw the other men turned her on more than any boy she'd been with before. Not that she remembered being with anyone, but she had a feeling that she wasn't 'innocent.' Call it intuition.

Now, as Malo stared at the soldier, she fought to keep herself composed. There was a plan, but she needed to go about it as calmly as she could when all she really wanted was nothing more than to rip off his clothes and have her way with him.

After psyching herself up a bit more, Malo finally decided to act. "Did you hear what Ilyn and Titov were saying about me today?"

He shook his head, dark hair swinging gently against his face.

"I try not to listen, but it's hard to ignore some of the disgusting things they say. Especially when they're about me." She hid a smirk at him shifting to sit straighter. "Most of it I doubt they'd have the time for. Neumann said they would only get a limit of 10 minutes. Apparently that was the rule with the last girl that I replaced. I didn't know what a few of the things were that they talked about."

He grunted, his thick metal fingers squeezing his thigh.

"I'll bet if I had a згодан {handsome}, јака {strong}, привлачан {sexy} man that could protect me. He could scare the others away, maybe claim me as his own," Malo spoke in a seductive voice, dropping her tone a few levels. She scooted closer so their knees touched. His hand found its way to hers, squeezing tight as their fingers laced together.

Malo had to turn her body away from the soldier to conceal her grin as he began to play with her fingers. "I'm not even sure I'm flexible enough to have my ankles by my ears! And I'm not looking forward to having anyone up my ass-"

That last sentence did it for him. He yanked her arm so she was facing him, his flesh hand under her chin so their eyes would meet. Malo gulped as his metal fingertips brushed her cinnamon colored hair behind her ear. She took his hand and pressed it to her chest so he could feel her rapidly beating heart. His eyes grew wide at the contact.

"Zaštitnik, please. I want you," she whispered.

His hands were rough as he slid it under her shirt. She shivered, her breath coming out shallow. Zaštitnik paused at her breasts, playing with them through the thin bra that covered her. The coolness of his metal hand was a shock as he dipped his fingers in the waistband of her pants. She let him push her back against the cot, his body covering hers entirely.