or doug's a fucking menace with a thing for boobs
fem reader, neutral pronouns (tits obviously)
smut, pretty much just remer sucking tits ig.
Doug, despite his sporty “celebrity” lifestyle, enjoyed the simpler things. Maybe that's why he enjoys his life in baseketball so much, it's simple and there's not much to it.
He also loves cuddling with you. Which is the perfect example of something simple that he doesn't have to put his mind to. He likes to hold you, when he lays down on the couch first and you just lay on top of him, he'll rub your shoulders and listen to you talk, or let you nap in peace and he'll watch whatever's on tv.
He likes it even better when he’s the one laying on top of you. You’ll be sitting on the couch and here he is, ready to bury his face in your plush skin, usually your chest or stomach because then you’ll play with his hair. Scratching his scalp and twirling your fingers through his soft curls. He fucking loves that shit. Sometimes he goes for your thighs, drawing shapes in your skin and peppering kisses all over. He would never say it but he enjoys the domesticity of it all. Taking him away from the stressors of the season.
And today was no different. Some shitty movie was playing as a rerun when you’d sat down to relax in the living room. Doug was off at practice, and should be home soon so you took this time to read a book you’d had for a while and never got to finish (probably because Doug thought you looked smart and hot while reading, and so did his dick)
You were finishing up your chapter, getting into the groove of the book at the front door swung open. In walked Remer, shouting out a “honey, i’m home” and kicking his shoes off by the door. He walked into the living room, laughing as he bounded over to the sofa you laid on. He carelessly threw his shit across the room, dropped his bag and removed his practice jersey to leave them strewn across the living room. You almost scolded him but let him be. He quickly bounced on top of you. Burying his face into the crook of your neck for a minute before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, all tongue as per usual with Doug. Sloppy but passionate, just his style.
“Hey Dougie, how was practice?” You pulled him down to your chest, rubbing your hands up and down his back as he squirmed on top of you, adjusting himself to get into a more comfortable position.
He grinned at the nickname. Going into his spiel about practice, how Coop missed shots a billion times in a row, and how Doug made every single one of his. You smiled, burying your nose in his hair as he spoke, smelling what you were pretty sure was your shampoo in his hair. You’d brought it up once, how you seemed to be running out of shampoo faster than usual, and how Doug didn’t seem to keep any shampoo in the shower. He shrugged, a sheepish grin not hiding the fact that he used yours. (Coop also brought it up to him, making fun of Remer for being such a sap. It’s not his fault that smelling your shampoo on him made him happier, or that it made his hair so much softer.)
Doug began to trail off, stories from practice coming to an end. You picked your book up from where you placed it on the coffee table, setting your bookmark in and turning your full attention to Doug. He smiled, kissing your face repeatedly and laughing. His hand trails down from holding your face. Slowly moving down to your chest and holding one of your tits, you roll your eyes as he kisses you and gives it a light squeeze.
"God" he grins up at you, full smile as he gropes your tits in a way that would never be called subtle. "I must be in heaven. These are the perfectest fucking tits I've ever held." he groans softly, giving a few more squeezes before switching to the other one. When he’d decided he’d had enough of that, he pressed kisses onto every patch of exposed skin, trailing down to your shirt hem.
“Babe, I really think you should just stop wearing shirts.”
You grinned. “Really Doug, why’s that?”
“It’s annoying.” he tugs at the bottom of your shirt, waiting for you to sit up and take it off. Once it’s thrown across the room, Doug reaches behind you to unclip your bra. Grinning at his skills of unclipping it one handed, he throws it over to where his practice jersey lay on the armchair. He dives back in head first, letting out his typical soft feminine moans at the feeling of your soft skin on his face.
“Babe, you really are the most perfect human being to exist.”
“Is that because of my amazing personality or my tits?” you tease him.
“Who’s complaining? Why can’t I love both?”
“Well seeing as the way you’ve been practically drooling I’m guessing its’ the latter.”
He grins, shamelessly playing with your nipples. Holding them gently as he ran his thumb over the hardening bud, tracing circles around it. A smile grew on his lips as you arched your back up to meet him. He took his hand, pinching softly and pulling on your nipple. Nearly melting into you as your soft moans left your body. Absolute music to his ears. He rutted into the couch every time you moaned, hips twitching
He leaned in slightly, kissing all over your breasts. Around each nipple, licking a stripe down the valley between your breasts.
Remer licked, kissed, and sucked on your tits like a starved man. It was almost as if this was his last meal and sure as hell he was making it worth it. If he was honest, he could probably cum at just sucking on your tits. Not like he was some teenage virgin who couldn’t hold off until he at least put it inside you. (That's not to say he hasn’t done that before, because he has totally just gotten off to the thought of your tits. Many times during the away season.)
He continued placing open mouth kisses on your breasts, fondling one side as he paid all attention to the other.
Doug moaned, back arching as he kept his mouth on your nipple. Quiet, girlish moans vibrated your sensitive bud as Doug lost his breath, twitching and rutting against the sofa.
He pulled back suddenly, clearly somewhat ashamed of his behavior. You laughed softly, taking his face in your hands and making his soft eyes meet yours. You looked down for a second, taking notice to the darkening spot on the front of his practice shorts. You giggled.
“Did you seriously cum in your pants like some teenage virgin?” you made fun of him, kissing him softly when he nodded. You pressed kisses all over his face, from his temples to his jawline.
“That's okay Dougie. I’ll clean you up.” he smiled, immediately shooting up and pulling you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he carried you to the bedroom.
i got a horrid fucking migraine towards the end so if it's unreadable just ignore it i'll fix it later. love you pookies
