Tiff could I please request something with Bucky and reader where they’re laying in the bed of his truck stargazing and just being super cute and in love 🥺
Also hi ily 💕
stargazing
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: 396
warnings: slightly suggestive, very fluffy <3!
a/n: this was cute n i love bucky (and col <3)
“And that one's the Little Dipper,” you explained, pointing to a spot in the sky. “And if you look just a little below it, to the left, there’s the Big Dipper.”
“What about the medium dipper? Seems like that one gets left out.” You moved your hand quickly, smacking him in the chest, though you were laughing all the same.
You snuggled in closer to him, the warm night air wrapping around you like a blanket. Bucky had suggested driving upstate, away from the light pollution, to star gaze. Yet even after he spent the last week pouring over an astronomy book, you were still the one pointing out all the constellations.
But you still were ecstatic as you loaded up the truck of the bed with blankets and pillows and a picnic basket. And out here, pressed against Bucky with the sparkle of the stars in your eyes and the smell of pine in your nose, you felt more at peace than you had in what seemed like forever.
You felt Bucky shift beside you, turning his body so he could take you in, and you moved to do the same, until you’re nose to nose, the stars still shining above you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, gently grazing your cheekbone with his left hand. The cool touch of the metal made you shiver, which he took as an excuse to pull you impossibly closer.
Perhaps he would not be satisfied until your bodies melted together.
He pressed his lips to yours, and you could taste the mint from the gum he still had tucked between his teeth. Teasingly, you pulled away, but Bucky pulled you back, not content to have you go far.
You kissed him again, letting him move your body how he pleased until you were on top of him, your thighs caging his hips.
His hands roamed your body, the contrasting temperatures moving under your shirt, and you were just about to ask him if he wanted a charge of public indecency when a boom sounded, startling you so much that you threw yourself into the pile of blankets beside him.
“Baby, baby,” his voice was full of wonder, and you looked up just as another firework exploded above you. “What constellation is that?”
You laughed, giving him a swat on the chest again, before you pulled his body over yours.
