Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are
set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words Count: 1926
Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad
flirting, jealousy, Bucky still is kind of a jerk, drinking.
A/N: Thank you @imhereforbvcky for having
my back. As always, english is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar
mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! There’ll be more interaction between Bucky and
the Reader on the next one, I promise.
The cascade of hot water falling on your
sore muscles was everything you needed at that moment. While you were trying to
relax your drained body, your mind was in a loop repeating the memories of the
last few moments.
It felt like Bucky was about to kiss you
when he had you pinned on the floor. You could swear you saw the anger leaving
his expression, like he was looking, really looking at you for the first
time… You shook your head under the
shower to expel these thoughts of your mind. He was not interested in you, he
had made that much very clear on the first time you’ve met each other. Besides,
when Steve and Sharon came close, he quickly dismissed you, not even looking at
you anymore. Nothing had changed.
indignation will be his first response when he finds out you’ve been lying awake cold. “your hands are so cold- _____! you should have told me you were freezing. wait, let me get you another bla- “
when you reach up to wrap his arms around you and bury yourself in his chest, he chuckles and for the moment just lets you make do with his warmth.
“i know i’m hot and awesome, but you won’t survive with just me. i should get you a blanket before i lose you to the cold.“
he gets the shock of his life when he turns over and an icy nose touches his neck, shaking him out of his holy slumber. a sleepy wtf runs through his head before he realizes that it’s you and you’re probably freezing to death. surprisingly, even in his half-asleep state, he shrugs the covers off him and wraps you up before dropping off again. he cares in a discreet way, one that he hopes you wont notice. even if it means he’s the one freezing now.
you wake up like every morning, sheets twisted, your limbs tangled, and Hobi all but sprawled on top of you. the way he seemed to end up clinging onto you when morning came was something you usually liked to tease him about. but today you felt unusually cold, and the sheets were just too damn far away. as you struggle to reach for them, you manage to wake the koala bear.
“hey, what’s the matter?”
“nothing. it was cold so i-”
not fully awake, he reaches for you and exclaims at the temperature of your skin. “______! you’re frozen! i’ll get the sheets just lie down.”
you sigh in contentment as he arranges all the sheets on the bed around you in a cocoon. once he’s finished fussing, he lies back down next you. but before he can fall asleep, you pull him, once again, onto you mimicking the position you two had woken up in. half not in your right mind, you whisper hobi-blanket before drifting off again. Hobi raises his brows in surprise before reminding himself to keep that in mind for the next time you tease him.
“you’re cold, aren’t you”
“just a little bit, joon. it’ll be fine in a moment.“ you chatter while positively shivering.
‘‘you know, you don’t need an IQ of 148 to figure out you’re absolutely frozen to the core” he shimmies out of your death grip, and you try to protest, but you’re too cold for that. “give me a minute, _____.” he places a kiss on your forehead before leaving, only to return with a few hundred sheets and covers. he takes a minute to wrap you in them before sliding back into bed, then pulls you into a back hug and rubs his hands over yours.
you nod in response. “you know what will really warm me up though?”
he sighs. “tell me”
“a private performance of ‘Expensive Girl’.“
this man will take no chances. what started out as unconscious murmur of “i’m cold” turned into a full blown search for blankets and soup packets.
you watch dumbfounded as he rushes around the apartment trying to find more blankets. he stops still in middle of rummaging in the back of the closet, and turns to look at you with something akin to horror.
“oh god. maybe you’re going to have a fever.“
“we should probably call the doctor. do you feel-‘
startled out of his rampage, he finally listens to you. “i don’t have a fever” you pat the bed, hidden under the fortress of covers he has already stockpiled for you. “just come back to bed.”
for once, he obeyed. when you kiss him after he slides in next to you, he turns a colour similar to his hair.
V is up already, playing with his phone when he notices you can’t stop tossing and turning. he puts down the phone and wraps you in his arms. “hey, what’s wrong- are you cold? _______!“ he takes your hands and warms them between his huge ones while softly admonishing you for not telling him, especially when he was awake.
you settle further into his embrace. “think hot things.” he murmurs out of the blue.
despite yourself, you smile. “hot…things?“
“_____! i’m trying to be helpful!“
“o…kay“ you answer with a cheeky grin.
he shot up. “are you teasing me?” he slips his hands to your sides and begins mercilessly tickling you. “that’ll teach you to tease me!” he tickles you till you’re out of breath and more importantly, warm.
“tae- tae! Tae, stop!” you’re both giggling, and he’s enjoying too much to care. “Tae, i’ll let you win in Mario Kart! Stop it!”
his hands stop. “for real?”
“for real.“ you will never be cold again.
Jungkook, golden as he is, will notice the moment you start curling up from the cold. he won’t waste a moment, and will be up for the blankets and coffee without a word. you ask him if you should pause the movie you two were watching, but he tells you to carry on and that he won’t be long. you continue with the movie, but remain curious about what he was up to.
“here“ more than a few moments later you turn to see jungkook bearing a load of rugs and blankets from the bed on one arm and
precariously holding a coffee mug in the other hand. “i thought you were cold.”
you’re surprised he noticed but above that, you inwardly smile at the way he tried to play it off and appear nonchalant while the way he stood and swept the blankets around her screamed of shyness.
“i was“ you say as he sits down beside you and pretends to concentrate on the movie. just to fluster him a bit more, you kiss him. “thanks“ this time you fully grin as you see a blush spread across his cheeks.
“the things i do for love“ he croaks out.
so…what do you think? ask me for something special, and i’ll try my best to do it. i probably will do it since i’m bored and will quickly run out of ideas myself.
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Important: at the time of this little story, Robbie and Sportacus live in the communal apartment together for about 2-3 months. There were no kisses and hot embraces between them. But it’s not for long C:
Robbie enters the sports section, where Sportacus is training to pick him up.
I wanna give u more information about the Russian AU
Robbie. So. He is cold, mean, dom and detached. But we all know that inside he’s just a big softie. Sometimes its hard for him to be who he is and live where he is.
Sportacus is pure boy. Kind, caring, strong and selfless. Sportacus is more mentally stable, he, I think, could be an excellent supporter for Robbie in this cruel world and in this cold country
She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.
“What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.
“Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”
“I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.
“But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.
“And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.
“And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.
Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.
R: Meet me in the common room now.
Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.
The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.
“Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.
“Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”
“That’s exactly why I picked it.”
Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.
Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.
Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.
“Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.
One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”
Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.
“I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.
But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.
Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.
“Reggie,” she muttered.
“All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.
“No, you don’t.”
Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside.
“What was that?” Y/N whispered.
“Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.
Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”
“So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.
“They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he? “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”
Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”
“That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”
“To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”
“Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”
Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.
“No, you can’t—”
“But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”
“You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”
“For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”
“If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”
Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…
She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.
“Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.
Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.
“What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”
The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.
A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.
“Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.
Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”
“Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.
Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.
“What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”
“No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They’re here!” Kevin announced.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.
“What is this?” Jughead asked.
“A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.
“Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.
Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”
“We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.
Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.
It couldn’t get any worse.
The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.
“We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.
“But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.
“Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”
Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”
And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.
“Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.
“It’s fine! Wanna dance?”
Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.
“I didn’t know you could dance!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance.
Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.
“Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”
“Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.
“Because I felt bad about what I said.”
Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.
“That was fun,” she said.
“All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.
Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.
“What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.
“What?” Y/N asked.
“Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”
“I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.
“Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.
Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.
“I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”
Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.
“And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.
Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”
Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”
“Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.
“Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”
“Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.
Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.
“You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.
“You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.
“But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?”
Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.
“What’s wrong?” Veronica said.
“I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Veronica asked.
“B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”
Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.
“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.
“Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.
Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”
Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”
“Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.”
Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.
“What happened?” Veronica asked.
“Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.
Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”
“Yes,” Y/N whispered.
“And you never told us?” Betty added.
“No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.
That stunned her friends.
“You love him?” Archie finally asked.
“Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”
Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”
“And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.
“We all will,” Betty said.
Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”
“If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.
“And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.
Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.
“Is he still around?” Y/N asked.
“He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.
Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.
“You feel better?” Reggie asked.
“Yeah, a lot better.”
“Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”
Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”
“And are you?”
“I think so.”
Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it.
I wish more girls would cheat and fuck around. It's so hot to see girls embrace their slutty and evil sides. It's even hotter when you're the guy they cheat with, nothing makes you feel manlier than knowing you're fucking a girl like her bf can't.
Hi guys! Been on a long vacation these past few days so haven’t updated yet but here I am with a new series for you guys! :) Was listening to Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams and boom! Here I am with a JB series! While reading this have some water with you cause it’s gonna get steamy ;) Have a great day! -admin
Orange, red and yellow; those were the colors of the sky as the sun set down behind a green hill. The scattered clouds in the sky offered a beautiful scenery as you stood on the gravel pavement, looking out at the sunset. With your dress flowing in the wind, you felt completely relaxed as you closed your eyes and let the summer breeze take you away. A soft hand pressed on the side of your waist pulled you into a warm back hug, making your cheeks rise in color. You looked up at the man beside you, spotting the red lipstick stain on his neck that you left moments ago before noticing the sunset. He was tall and handsome as hell, definitely your type of man. He was bad but his cold and chic personality was something that intrigued you.