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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Reggie would wait until you both catch your breath, before reaching off the bed to grab his boxers and pulls them on. He stands and stretches, giving you plenty of eye candy. Reggie chuckles at you as you squirm under the sheets, quirking an eyebrow.
"Are you seriously not satisfied after that last one?" You shrug and give him a wicked grin.
"Oh, you satisfied me plenty baby," you lick your lips, "guess I just can't get enough of you."
You wink as Reggie's cheeks tint red, and he grins at you showcasing his pearly whites. He bends down to pick up his t-shirt, and beckons you off the bed. You smirk as you sit up, sheet falling to your waist. You'll give him quite a show alright. You swing your legs off the bed and stretch with your back to him, feeling his eyes burning down the path of your spine. You throw him a smug grin as you turn, swaying your hips intentionally as you approach him. When you finally are in front of him, his eyes are dark and you see him restraining himself from swooping you right back into bed. Damn, he must be hungry. You lift your arms up as he tugs the t-shirt over your head, he steps back to look at you approvingly.
"You should wear my clothes more often."
He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks you sweetly on the lips.
"Then we would never leave your bed," you giggle as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiles and playfully kisses all over your face and laughs as you scrunch your nose.
"Something tells me you wouldn't mind that one bit." You stand on your tippy toes, leaning your forehead against his. You don't answer him, but thats okay because you're both just savoring the moment, the love surrounding you both. Reggie's stomach growling breaks the silence, and you can't help but to laugh at his slightly embarrassed face. You pat his chest before opening the door, teasingly looking over your shoulder on the way.
"C'mon stud-muffin, let's go refill before I ravage you again." Reggie grins wolfishly at you and gestures for you to lead the way.
"You just want to look at my butt don't you?" You squeak as he pinches your behind before he tugs you back against his chest, nipping at your earlobe.
"You know it baby. And its me ravishing you, maybe you need to be reminded who's the one in charge here."
"Promise daddy?" You face him with hooded eyes and he leans into your face.
"After we eat." With that he struts past you, down the steps with a cocky grin, you can't help but to roll your eyes at his retreating form.
"Fucking tease," you mutter but you smile as you hear his answering laugh.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part and also their partner’s)
Reggie would definitely take pride in his jawline, I mean it could cut paper for god's sake. So strong and smooth. Tucked into your neck as he pounds into you, tracing between the valley of your breast, between your thighs...
He loves everypart of you, however, your thighs as his personal favorite. They are so soft and smooth, warm, they're you. Wrapped around his waist as he slams into you, wrapped around his head as his tongue fucks you till you're a sopping mess, hooked around his arm as he makes love to you on your side, straddling him as he nips and licks at your chest... his canvas. Just him thinking about it has him dragging you away, make you scream his name and clench those beautiful thighs till you're all he can feel.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)
Reggie loves to cum inside of you, it just makes him feel as close as he possibly can get with you.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Something Reggie would probably die if you would find out is that he secretly wants to make videos of having sex with you. Not so other people could see them, but so he can constantly relive the fact that he gives you as much pleasure as you give him.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Sure there's been 3 or so girls before you, but like he told you they meant nothing compared to you. You are the only one who matters. He was your first and he couldn't have felt anymore blessed when you decided he was worth it.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Sex is one of the only times Reggie is actually serious aside from when he tells you he loves you. Sex is very hot and heavy when it comes for passion, I dare you not to fall totally head over heels for this stud muffin.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps it nice and neat. No more, no less.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Two words: Total. Romeo.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)
He only does so if he can't get you physically there with him. But he has to be desperate.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Reggie is the kind of guy that lives for praises, so get ready to be very vocal about how much you love him and how he's fucking you. I also feel Reggie has an intimacy kink (if thats a thing..) where he loves kissing you and looking into your eyes as you cum together... and more often than not he refers to sex as 'making love to you.' Reggie may have a solid body and a tough exterior, but my boys a softie who deserves a girl who wants to give him the world. Don't fuck around with his heart, he's a keeper.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Your bed, his bed doesn't matter which, but he likes to be somewhere he could take his time with you. His love is very passionate and you swear you could feel yourself falling more in love with him, becoming one with him, each and every time.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
~You wearing his clothes
~You saying 'I love you'
~Kissing you
~Sitting on his lap
~You saying his name
~You blushing
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would be absolutely against causing you any pain (Choking, spanking ect.) He's too soft for that shit no matter how much you beg. No involving others, like how he wants to video tape you, that would be for his eyes and his eyes only.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
You're Mother Teresa in is eyes, his angle that came into his life and became his everything. He only ever wants to give to you, but every once in a while its nice for him to receive too.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
"Reggie," you softly moan as your head falls against his pillow, fingers winding themselves into his hair. He chuckles softly from his place between your thighs, his warm breath making your clit throb with need.
"I'm here baby, god I love you so fucking much like this. At my mercy, tell me baby, how much do you want me?"
You breath deep as you raise to your elbow, meeting his dark eyes and soft smile. You forget what you're going to say as you admire the man who fills not only your bed, but your mind body and soul. You move your hand to cup his face and sigh softly when he nuzzles against it.
"I love you." With those words, his whole demeanor softens as he gently kisses your inner thighs before moving over your body. He kisses you deeply and you wrap you legs around his waist, urging him to enter your weeping womanhood. You moan and he growls at the feeling of your tight channel sucking him in greedily.
"Fuck,baby girl, so tight. You drive me insane." He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead as he interlocks your hands above your head before starting a slow, but rough, pace making you keen for more.
"Reggie, oh god. Please baby."
He moves to suck and nip at your neck, no doubt scattering his claim where everybody could see it. Not that you minded, you may be young but you've already decided that Reggie is the man you wanna be with for maybe even the rest of your life. Being with him gives you these sparks that you doubt anyone else could ever give you. Even just thinking about how much you love him has your throat tightening and your eyes blurring from tears. Reggie thrusts into you so hard that your whole body is tingling and his bed is hitting against the wall, but all you can do is hold him tighter with your legs... silently begging him to never separate from you. Losing yourself in the feeling of euphoria, you only moan as he begins to speed up signaling his release is near. He tucks his head into your neck, letting go of your hands to wrap his own around your body and pull you against him. You drag your nails down his back as your own stomach tightens, minutes away from orgasm.
"Y/n, christ, are you close baby?" You can only nod against him, losing the ability to speak as your eyesight hazes with pleasure. He pulls his head out of your neck and growls at the bliss on your face, speeding up to bring you both to climax.
"You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna soak me as I fuck you full of me, baby. Christ baby, I'm so fucking close. Open your eyes, look at me as you cum."
At his words, your knot releases and you scream his name as you climax, sobbing as he fucks you through it. You do your best to keep your eyes open, and seeing your pleasure, feeling you tighten around him brings on his own release. He groans as he cums into you, hips stuttering and his arms tightening. You both lay there for a moment, foreheads touching, catching your breath. You don't even realize you're crying until he pulls out of you and sits up worried.
"Baby, you okay? did I hurt you?" You shake your head no and practically launch your self into his lap, nuzzling into his neck like you're afraid he'll disappear. He only holds you and strokes your back, giving you time to calm yourself. You finally pull away from him but only more tears fall when he tucks your hair behind your ear and gently rubs his nose against yours.
" I just- I. I love you so much." You stutter out and he smiles at you.
"I love you more than you can imagine y/n. You're my everything." He wipes away your tears and kisses you gently as he stands up, still clutching you, and goes into to bathroom to begin cleaning you up. You whimper at the cool rag, nerves still sensitive and he coos gently to soothe you. When you're done he grabs you a hoodie of his and a pair of panties while he pulls his boxers on. Then you both climb under his covers and you tuck yourself into his chest while he rests his chin on the top of your head. You trace little patterns into his chest and smile when he kisses your hair softly. No words need to be spoke, you both are thinking and feeling the same thing, you two were most certainly and always will be... endgame.
Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Not a real big fan of them. Sure maybe he pulls you into the locker room for a round before football practice just so he can still taste you when he's knocking Andrews on his ass, but he'd much rather take his time with you. Make it so you really can't walk right for a few days.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I think Reggie would be open to any ideas that you come up with, but he wouldn't really have any aside from semi-public sex, that is.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Before you, Reggie would always boast about how he was the literal God-of-Sex (even if he had only been with 3 girls). He would last for an hour, taking only for his own pleasure but would make sure the girl came at least once too. He didn't want them ruining his reputation. Now that he 'makes love' instead of selfish fucking, all it takes is for you to orgasm- sighing his name while looking into his eyes- and he's shit outta luck. That doesn't mean hes done-done he's just done with that round. Expect 4 rounds or so, just so he can make sure you know how deep his love, and his dick, goes for you.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No toys, only Reggie can pleasure you.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He tries to tease you, key word: tries. He loses patience much faster than you do, but it only goes to show you that you have him wrapped around your finger.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
You both are loud, but thats how you like it. He growls and you nearly cum for that alone. Every sound he makes makes your pussy slick and your legs spread even wider for him.
W = Wild Card (I chose: Nicknames you call him/ he calls you )
You call him:
~Casanova
~Babe
~Stud-Muffin
~Boo-Bear (To Tease him... He only pretends not to like it so you laugh)
~Hercules
~Daddy (Cause why not)
He calls you:
~Mi Amor
~Gorgeous
~Baby Girl
~Main-Squeeze
~Love Bug
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
For educational services, I found this chart! I looked up Charles Melton's shoe size and its an US 11.5. The things I do for you all lol!
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Higher than this dude
Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
To give you an idea, refer to both A, P and you'll see how I describe him.
BONUS: I found this and I love it lol!
