You and Bucky weren’t exactly in a relationship, more like friends with benefits. Except you also weren’t really friends. For a traumatized super solider, it was hard to talk about his feelings. So instead of properly communicating, you two focused more on physical touches. And during that, Bucky focused most on… well, your ass. Every time he passed you by and no one else was around, his hand smacked your booty. Most of the time, it wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt. He left those for the bedroom. Bucky also kept staring at you from behind every time you bend over to pick something up. And you weren’t even able to count all the times he had watched you stretch in the gym…

Right now, you were chilling on the couch, scrolling on your phone. You rolled over on your stomach and giggled as you watched another Stucky edit on Tik Tok. You didn’t realize that the blanket that had covered your lower body had dropped on the floor. In that moment, Bucky walked into the common room area, his gaze immediately glued to your ass. A smirk formed on his lips as he walked to the fridge and got himself something to drink before approaching you. “Nice view.”