Only his 18+ {Regie Macalino fanfiction}

07- Morning after

Hey guys, how's it going? 

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I woke up to a weight on my chest and waist. Grudgingly I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light seeping in. I lifted my head to see a sleeping Regie with his hand around my waist. His head below my chin, resting on my chest. His breath was even and, his long lashes rested on his cheek. He looked so peaceful and cute.

I turned and saw my clock saying 8:19. I raked my hand through his messy hair a few times just staring at him. I lightly shook him awake. He made a cute incoherent mumble. My lips made their way to the top of his head, giving him a small peck.

"Wake up, buddy. It's 8:23, you've got a meeting at 9 with NSB" I spoke softly.

Instead of replying, he tightened his hands around my waist and buried his face between my breasts. I giggled at the feeling. He lifted his face staring at me with an affectionate look on his face sending the butterflies fluttering.

"Don't call me buddy," his deep morning voice spoke.

"What am I 'posed to call you then? Reginald?" I asked.

"Just call me daddy," he joked.

"Daddy, you need to leave. You've got to meet with Manager Ty and the boys," I reminded him.

He faked a dramatic gasp "You're kicking me out?!" He exaggerated.

"My husband's gonna get home in a bit, you can't be here," I kidded, keeping a straight face.

He flipped us, so I was sitting on top of him. His left hand came down on my ass cheek, shooting a pleasurable sting on my butt.

"Your what?" He smirked cheekily.

"Husband?" I replied in an unsure question.

His right hand came up to clasp my neck, he applied a bit of pressure before dragging my face down to his, connecting our lips. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and, a few moments later, we pulled away.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he smiled.

"Morning, Reg," I returned, letting the butterflies erupt.

"I've got to go now, it's already 8:34," Reg said in a disappointing tone.

We got up and, I slipped off his shirt, handing it to him. He pulled it on then went to the living room to grab his pants while I walked over to my closet to grab an oversized t-shirt that I stole from him a while back. I then walked out to the living room while he was fixing his belt.

"I knew I lost that shirt," he mumbled, looking at me.

"You don't know shit," I said, going over to him.

He gently placed his hand on my waist, placing a kiss on my lips. He pulled away with a lazy smile on his gorgeous face.

"Do you need your car for the next few hours?" He questioned.

"Nah, you can use it," I replied, knowing he didn't have his with him.

"I'll be over later," he planted one last chastise kiss on my lips, then moved to grab my keys, walking out the door.

I smiled to myself knowing he feels the same way I do.