**heavy metal fluff**

Request by: skylar_ro-meve

Imagine there being a heavy storm and Bucky comforting you...

"Buck, can you put the news on? There's suppose to be a bad storm tonight," you called from the kitchen as you reached inside the refrigerator to grab a can of pop.

Bucky, from the living room, called, "Yup." He made the mistake of grabbing the remote with his left hand, which he had done many times before, and ended up breaking the remote. Panicked and not wanting you to figure out he broke yet another remote, he shoved it under the couch cushion he was sitting on, where also a few of the other remotes he broke were. He'll just have to say he lost it- again.

He got up and pressed the button on the tv, to which it turned on and was already on the news channel. He smiled contently to himself and then went back to sitting on the cushion with all the broken remotes under it.

You walked in the living room with a candle and a lighter, along with a bowl of popcorn and two cans of pop.

"Here ya go," you said to Bucky as you handed him his can.

He smiled softly and thanked you.

Suddenly, a crack of thunder boomed outside and you jumped onto the couch and cuddled into Bucky's left side.

"Relax, relax," he said soothingly. "It's just a storm."

"Mhm," you hummed shakily as you sat up straighter and lit the candle. The power was bound to go out eventually.

Bucky wrapped his left arm around your shoulders cautiously and then another crack of thunder was heard, causing you to jump and hit the top of your head against his chin.

"Fuck," you said as you rubbed at your head.

"Jesus Christ," he said as he rubbed at his jaw.

And then, as if the Lord himself was watching, your power went out.

"Fucking fantastic," you cursed. You saw your window light up for a moment, only to realize it was just a lightning bolt from a few miles away.

"We'll be fine," Bucky soothed. "And if you really wanna be fine," Bucky lead on with a wink.

You rolled your eyes playfully. The candle light was shining off of Bucky's arm, making his features more noticeable.

"You're such an idiot," you giggled.

Bucky pouted. "Hey! That was mean," he said with a pout. "I'm never having sex with you again."

"Bet," you said as you kissed right below his ear, causing him to let out a breathy moan.

"You're right," he moaned as he tilted your chin upwards so your lips could meet his. You moaned into the kiss, barely noticing the thunder outside your house.

He pulled you on top of him so you were straddling him. You heard some form of crunching noise underneath you, and you pulled away from the kiss.

"What the hell was that?" You asked, out of breath.

"Uh," Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know," he said sheepishly.

"Bucky," you said, narrowing your eyes.

"Ok! Ok! Um, well, the remotes haven't exactly gone missing," he mumbled.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"I kinda broke them," he said. "With my left hand."

"Seriously," you said. "You could've just told me you broke them, and then Stark could've fixed them for free instead of me having to go out and buy a new remote almost every month."

"I'm sorry," he said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you said with a giggle.

"To make up for it, I'll let you fu-" Bucky began, until he was interrupted by thunder and lightning, causing you to jump and hug him for dear life.

"Sorry," you mumbled into his chest, causing him to chuckle.

"We can go back to what we were doing so you wouldn't notice the storm?" Bucky offered.

You rolled your eyes and smirked before you leaned in to kiss him again. Your lips moved against his passionately and lustfully. The storm outside didn't bother you anymore, and you loved that it didn't.

He reached down behind you and grabbed your ass, causing you to moan into the kiss. You felt him get hard beneath you, which then caused you to grind against him.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Y/N, don't stop," he moaned as his lips travelled to your neck. His right hand cupped your breast and you moaned while his left hand supported your back. You kept your pace on his hips while he left hickeys up your neck and to your ear.

"Bucky," you moaned as you pulled his hair. He whimpered and his breathing became ragged.

His lips pulled away from your neck and they again were attached to your lips. He put his hands in your hair and pulled you closer to him. His tongue moved passionately with yours in a fight for dominance as you grinded against him through your jeans.

"Fuck," you moaned as you felt yourself tightening up. "I'm coming, Buck," you moaned as you buried your head in his chest.

"Oh, Y/N," he groaned as he finished as well. His hot seed spilled into his boxer briefs as he called out your name.

When you pulled away from his chest, he was smiling like a crazy person.

"What?" You breathed out.

"Look," he said, nodding his head towards the window. "The storm's over."

Hey sorry this sucks but I have a lot going on. I pulled a ligament, a family friend is in a lot of trouble because he allegedly was flirting with a minor via text, I have softball, and I have doctors appointments coming up. Sorry this sucks and is short.

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