🎼 serenade your muse.
Reggie never got enough credit. It was, TRULY, a crime.
“ You’re not really –– oh, yep, you are. ” Betty sat back to watch, and try and get her rapidly flushing cheeks to CHILL OUT. Her tongue attempted a Magic Mike joke, but her lips refused to cooperate, and instead she was left to lay there at her boyfriend’s mercy. So much of his ATTENTION was on her, and with more of it than she could handle, there was more than she knew what exactly to do with.
He seemed to get a kick out of that: her blushing and squirming. In a matter of seconds Betty was trapped against the corner of the couch, hands over her face while Reggie CROONED in her ear, his lips suspiciously close to her neck.
“ You’ve got to stop that right now. I’m like, DYIN’ here, Scoob. ”
OH, THE FLUFF! || not accepting.
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