Gangsta: Dumb Doug X Reader

Eleven

(a/n: Heyyy!! Thanks for the 5k!! I appreciate it Fr Fr. Glad you guys like it enough to keep reading. And a complaint,  someone else please write bout Doug. I wanna read bout him…but Nah, y'all reading too lol. (╥_╥) it's cool tho. Enjoy!!)

Doug's POV:

~Day~

Groggily sitting upright, Doug fixedly stares into nothingness. In the distance outside, something was being annoyingly loud. A bird, perhaps.

Whatever it is, it's toast.

His shirtless self flops back down, his right arm more snugly enveloped then the other. As he turns to see the cause, he's staring at the back of your head; and those pillows weren't pillows after all.

Doug shoots an annoyed look. This girl.... Tingles erupt over his body as he recalls your actions from last night. That really riled him up, and now here you are... in his bed.

A whistle of air escapes him as his boorish brown scrutinizes over the skimpy black satin chemise stopping at your thighs. It all looked so inviting, but he wouldn't cave so easy. He just had to remember what needs to be done. A moment of weakness could destroy everything.

Gaze softening, he sighs, shaking your shoulder. "(F/n), what the hell are you doing in here?"

"…Hn...."

"Don't 'Hn' me." He shakes again.

Moaning low, you roll over putting your head on his chest. "I don't sleep good in unfamiliar places....and you didn't say we'd sleep separately."

"Well, how else will we abstain ourselves?" He purses his lips.

"By being two mature adults who keep their hands to themselves."

"You're touching me right now..." Sure enough, your hand ran along his abdomen and chest; sending jolts down to his groin. Not to mention your tired smile and bedhead really turned him on.

"But.... I think I want to disagree."

"Because you're a horndog?" He shakes his head.

Pulling a long face, "Yes and it'll basically be a month in three days.", you sit up,  exclaiming,  "A MONTH!"

Doug slides out of bed laughing. "Then it'll feel amazing when we do it."

Slumping down into the sheets, you whine, "How long are you gonna make me waitttt?"

Doug raises his head in the air as he's dancing his pants on. "Until I'm content."

Sighing, "You're always playing hard to get...and what do you plan to do at this hour?"

"Catch breakfast."

~Time skip~

"Yikes!" you hold your throat. "Remind me not to piss you off." He beheaded the disturber.

"Don't wake me." he winks. Doug begins to strip the feathers off the wild bird.

"Jeez, you're a true jungle boy, huh?" You poke.

"Heh. That's right. Is it too much for you?"

"Just a bit. I like my meat already butchered." you cringe at the sight of his work.

He chuckles at the vague memory of his mother not being able to handle this part, but he didn't tell you that.

"I've never had Goose before." You say, lounged in a near stool.