#doug remer smut

[remersgf]

hazy

doug remer x fem!reader

4.1k words

cw: weed, smut, oral sex (f & m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, cum eating (🙁)

enjoy!

a smoky haze filled the messy living room that you and remer set up camp in. coop was out for the night.. probably messing around with that chick who helps dying kids or something.. whatever. what was important now was the fact that you had the house to yourselves. 

you were sprawled out on the couch, legs resting on remer’s lap. interview with the vampire (which you had to beg him to watch with you) slowly faded out to the credits.

“i can’t believe you like that movie. it’s shit!”

“shut up! you know how i feel about sexy vampires. i can’t resist myself..” you feign a serious attitude before lightly kicking remer in the side. 

he made a face and furrowed his brows at you, which made you crack up instantly. he never failed to make you laugh, high off your ass or not. he picked up your ankles with one hand and moved your legs off of his lap, getting up to select a new movie. 

“how ‘bout pulp fiction?” he asked, carefully eyeing up the stack of vhs on the coffee table. 

“sure. do you wanna roll up again?” 

“absolutely.”

as you began to roll another joint, remer set up the movie. he plopped down next to you, bumping you a bit and making you fumble with the rolling paper. your nimble fingers gently packed the weed into the paper, putting the filter in and rolling it up carefully.

“quit staring.” you run the tip of your tongue along the finished blunt, ignoring the burning hole remer is staring into you. 

“you look sexy when you roll! it’s just natural, i can’t help it,” he said, voice floating down to a slightly lower octave.

you put the end of the blunt in your mouth, looking around hastily for a lighter. remer pulls one from the pocket in his hoodie and waves it in front of your eyes, “looking for this?” he smiles playfully before sparking it up and lighting the tightly-rolled blunt for you. inches away from your face, he gazes at you like you’re unreal. for a second, he thinks about how insane it is that you chose him, out of all people. when the blunt finally hits, he pulls the lighter away and you nearly cough out a lung. 

“damn, y/n! baby lungs! now, pass me that shit.” he laughs, taking the weed from you and hitting it himself. 

this goes on for a little bit while two robbers parade on the screen. remer’s arm is lazily slung around you, passing the weed back and forth. he pulls one last hit and inhales it before grazing your cheek with his hand and making you face him.

“c’mere..” he murmurs, leaning in closer and staring at your lips. 

your jaw falls open slightly as he exhales the smoke into your own mouth. as you pull away, you lock eyes with him, tension filling the room faster than smoke did. still boring into his eyes, you exhale. in a quick second, he leans over to the ashtray sitting on the coffee table to stub it out. needing you, craving you, he immediately rushes back and kisses you hard. his tongue teases over your lips, gently inviting himself in. his lips move along yours leisurely, the weed in your systems proving there’s no need to rush. your fingers card through his thick, curly hair; deliberately tugging at his roots to pull a soft groan from him. 

you feel remer tapping at your thigh, signaling you to get on top. you stop kissing momentarily to crawl onto him, straddling his hips and gripping his shoulders. you stare into him with half-lidded eyes, his own bloodshot ones staring back at you. he is so fucking beautiful. his lips are red and becoming a bit swollen, and he’s gazing at you with that look he only saves for moments like these. his hands are gripping your thighs now, and he squeezes them tenderly.

“i’m so high..” you murmur, a big lazy grin decorating your face in bliss.

“well.. duh.” he giggles back, hand coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before returning to the top of your thigh. his thumb subconsciously rubs circles into your plush skin, sometimes using his nail to scratch you slightly. he presses a soft kiss upon your lips.

his kisses travel from your mouth to your jaw, to the special spot behind your ear that makes you squirm. he licks and sucks over it, nipping it before moving to a different spot. you’re trembling above him, and he takes note of this. remer slips off your tank top over your head and his hands find your bare breasts, kneading them gently. you throw your head back and subconsciously start grinding your crotch against his. his thumbs swirl over your hard nipples.

“so fucking beautiful..” remer mumbles to himself, and it looks like he’s trying hard to save a mental image of his big hands grabbing at your tits. 

“want more, baby..” you whine, a small plea for him to continue.

“patience, hon.. shhh..” he presses his hand against your mouth to shut you up, which nearly covers your whole face due to its size.

all you can do now is whimper and let out muted gasps: he’s really taking his time with your tits. licking one nipple, pinching the other, and switching between them frequently. and it feels so. fucking. good. he continues lethargically, burying his face in between your boobs and licking a long stripe in the middle of them. as he does this you can’t help but notice how hard he’s getting. you grind down harder shamelessly, ripping a quiet, high-pitched moan from him. his hand falls from your mouth to your waist, gently guiding your hips back and forth down on him. the friction and heat from both of your clothed centers were mouthwatering. he rested his head on your chest as his jaw hung open, watching you press yourself against him.

‘we need to do this again next time he wears jeans.’ you think to yourself; because if his sweatpants feel this good against you, could you imagine how good it’d feel with a material like that?

your back arches and involuntarily presses his head further into your chest. he looks up at you with big eyes, the lower half of his face covered up by you. 

“i like when you press your tits up against me. makes me feel smothered.. s’hot.” you hear him mumble into you.

“you into that, remer?

“yeah, but let’s not try with a pillow or anything. don’t want you going crazy hospice nurse on me.” he jokes and starts kissing up your chest once again.

he leaves gentle pecks on your neck, and how you wish you could stay in this moment forever. your bodies radiate warmth, and time seems as if it’s stopped. he’s kissing at that spot again, the one behind your ear, and moves up slightly to whisper, “lay down for me..” 

you do as he says, obviously. how could you not? he practically owns you at this point. you crawl off him and lay down with your elbows holding you up, the couch enveloping you in a warm, cushiony hug. he’s on his knees before you, sitting up on his feet and squeezing the plush of your thighs harshly. you watch him as shaky breaths slip out of your mouth. remer hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, pulling them off and leaving you in nothing but your panties. 

“oh, y/n, you’re soaked…” he hums as he brings his thumb to the wet splotch adorning the fabric. “how’d you get his wet, huh? who got you this wet?” that stupid cocky tone coming out to make you writhe. 

“shut upmpphmmm..” you began, before getting interrupted by the feeling of his thumb moving up and circling your clit. he chuckles quietly to himself as you fully lay back, hands already gripping the brown cushions under you. he slowly takes off your panties, admiring you like a goddess. 

“so fuckin’ wet. filthy thing, your panties are just clinging to you…” he observes with wide eyes, you have no idea just how much this is turning him on.

he tosses your panties to the side blindly. his hands make their way back up to your thighs, kneading them as he oggles at your weeping pussy. every sense in you is heightened. you’re fully exposed, your boyfriend still completely dressed, and a swirly haze dances around your head. but you need more. you lift your hips up at him with the sweetest eyes you could possibly conjure, silently begging him to fucking touch you. he takes off his t-shirt in one quick motion and lowers his head to kiss down your stomach. he pulls your legs over his shoulders and secures your thighs in place with his hands. he presses a quick peck to your clit, causing you to jolt.

“i could die right here and be happy, i think.” remer smiles at you, giggling a little bit and lightly biting the inside of your thigh.

he looks lovely, unreal. you squeeze your thighs around his head in response.

“okay, okay! don’t rush me woman…” he laughs again before finally burying his face in you.

a wail leaves your lips, sounding almost pornographic when his mouth latches onto your cunt. his tongue licks flat against your pussy, meeting your clit at the top and circling it. he pulls your clit into his mouth and starts sucking at it mercilessly, swirling his tongue around the bud. he’s eating you out like a starved man, and he might as well be: we didn’t get more snacks after we finished the blunt. he groans into you, sending vibrations flying within your body. he surrounds you, and all that consumes your mind is him. remer, remer, remer. you tug at the roots of his hair and you can vaguely see his eyes rolling back. you let out throaty, synchronized moans as his tongue starts to thrust itself into you. he’s the one moaning now, thighs squeezing impossibly tight around his head and his hair being pulled in the most delicious way. not to mention your pretty moans and how exquisite you look. the most delicate sounds spill from him and muffle into your core, exploring and licking inside of you. you can’t help but press your crotch against his mouth, nearly riding his tongue. he pulls you in closer by your thighs, one hand reaching up to grab your right tit. 

“fuuuuckkk, remer. so- so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” you moan, back arching and legs lightly shaking.

he moans into you in agreement, confidently knowing how easily he can make you fall apart with his tongue. he travels back up to suck at your clit again, hand leaving your boob to tease his ring and middle finger at your opening. he dips the tips of his fingers inside, gathering your slick and coating his digits with it. the second he’s inside of you, you lurch at the sensation and clench around his slender fingers. he really is good at this. he prods his fingertips around, searching and searching for the heavenly spot inside you that makes you squeal. and he found it very easily. a whiny moan rips from your chest, back arching even further up. you crush your thighs around his head, the hot sensation in your lower belly becoming harder to ignore. you panted, moans becoming higher pitched and louder; but who cares, it’s not like anyone is home to hear them. 

“right there? that’s the spot?” he pulls his mouth off you to tease, fingers still massaging delectably at your g-spot.

“youfuckingknowthatsthespot, fuck, remer!” you gasp out, eyes squeezing shut at how amazing he feels. 

he kisses at your clit one last time before taking his fingers out of you. you whined, loud, and sat up to see why he stopped. he stared into you deeply, face glistening with your own arousal. he licks his lips slowly, and your confusion is short-lived as he brings his fingers into his mouth. his eyes roll to the back of his head when he tastes you again, swirling his tongue around to make sure he swallows every last drop of you. you gaze at him dumbfounded, totally and completely enchanted by him. doug remer must be the most perfect person you’ve ever seen. you lick a stripe up his face, tasting yourself on his skin. he tilts his head back and his hands find the back of your head, caressing your hair carefully. you kiss down his cheek and jaw before pulling away to face him.

“i wanna suck you off.” you whisper, only a few inches away from his face.

“well, i’m not stopping you.” he whispers back with a smug grin.

your clit aches at his response, his words go into your ears and straight to your cunt. without saying another word, you slowly kiss down his chest. you stop briefly to lick his left nipple, a soft moan slipping out of him in the process. you sink down to your knees in front of the couch. he sits above you, sweatpant-clad legs spread wide and his arms going up to rest on the couch’s back cushions. he gulps when he looks down at you; and even though he looks incredibly dominant right now, you already know he’s about to be putty in your hands. time stops momentarily when he strokes your cheek and presses his thumb against your mouth. your lips part to welcome him in, and you suck it softly. you gaze back at him with innocent eyes as you start to palm his impossibly hard erection. he pulls his thumb from your mouth and pulls his pants off impatiently, his cock smacking against his stomach as he did. wow. it presented itself before you, thick and pulsing desperately. the sight made you drip. his dick, nestled in a thick bush of curly hair, looked edible; and you were eager to have it in your mouth.

 you place kisses along his lower stomach, making him writhe. you lick down his happy trail before finally wrapping your lips around the tip, licking it slowly with a flat tongue. you stare at him through your eyelashes as your tongue ripples against his head, watching his jaw clench and hands grab at the cushions. you come off him with a pop!, licking a warm, wet stripe up the side of it. you continue like this for a little while, enjoying teasing him and seeing him twitch and squirm. 

“c’mon..” he whimpers, bucking his hips at you. 

mercifully, you swallow him down. his tip nudges the back of your throat and you squint at the impact. an angelic moan rolls through him as you begin to slide your lips up and down his length. slow at first, you suck him down and come back up drawing patterns on him with your tongue. tears threaten to drop as you keep him deep in your mouth. 

“what? too big for you, baby?” he chuckles, followed by a gasp when you bring your hand up to massage his balls. 

remer wipes your tear-ridden cheeks with one thumb and when he’s finished, interlocks your hand with his. he squeezes it lovingly as you continue sucking him off. a soft, barely noticeable rhythm of hip thrusts arise, forcing himself deeper into your throat. you look up at him, nodding around him to let him know it’s okay to be harder. staring you in the eye, he lets out a pitchy moan without blinking. fuck. you whimper around him and he groans in satisfaction. your tongue lays flat against him as he thrusts into your mouth, leaning his head back in pleasure. still holding your hand with his, the other pulls back your hair into a makeshift ponytail; using it to guide your mouth along with his thrusts. 

“fuck! ah- shit! fuckin.. jesus…” he babbles, gripping your hand with such a strong force it hurts a little. 

not holding back anymore, you’re completely at his will. he’s pushing his cock in your mouth, his thrusts and head pushing combined. his moans become high-pitched, soundly nearly feminine. you know he’s getting close when you feel his stomach tense wildly and his hips stutter. much like how he did to you, you pull off him before he came in your mouth. he looks fucked out and gorgeous. a pink glow tints his skin, his chest heaving, precum leaking from his swollen tip; you think you’d die if you didn’t have him, now. you stand up before him, everything fully on display. he smiles, looking up at you. he runs his hands up your thighs and grasps your waist, pulling you in closer before kissing your stomach. he closes his eyes, breathing you in while resting his forehead on your belly. he stands up slowly to continue kissing up your torso, towering over you as he stands up fully. you bring your mouth to him and kiss sweetly, and remer thinks it’s precious you have to stand up on your toes to reach him. you hold his hands in yours and pull him back onto the couch with you. you both giggle at the clumsy movement, clambering longways on the brown, worn cushions. he pins your hands above your head, dipping down to suck at your neck. you arch your back towards him, enjoying his suckling before jolting up when he blows a raspberry against your pulse point.

“remer.” you say in a tone that’s deadly serious.

“sorry!” he giggles, and you know he really isn’t. 

he trails his two fingers back down to the space between your thighs, which now have a coating of slick covering the inside of them. he smiles to himself at this, staring between your bodies to look at your cunt with excitement and a twinge of curiosity. he slams his fingers back into you and starts pumping them at a ruthless pace. 

“can’t wait to be in here, so fuckin’ hard for you, y/n.” he grins cutely, giggling with a thrust against your thigh to prove it. 

“do it, then.” you murmur, a quiet whine slipping from you.

he locks eyes with you, an evil glint appearing as he pulls his fingers from you; a moan dying in the back of your throat. he adjusts himself so his tip can grind against your clit.

“fuck, hon, you want it? c’mon, tell me.” he huffs.

“please..” you tell him, breathlessly, throwing your head back. 

with that, he sinks fully into you and bottoms out with ease. moans and little ‘fuck’s and ‘shit!’s escape both of your lips, remer settling his tip close to your cervix. he sits above you, panting and trying to get a hold of himself before he moves and cums too soon. 

“not gonna last long-“ he gasps as he slowly pulls halfway out of you before snapping his hips back in. 

“me- me neither” you’re already a mess.

he fucks you hard, both of your moans filling the room and bouncing off the walls. you take your free hand, the one that isn’t still pinned above your head, and grab the back of his head to draw him in closer. his curly hair tickles your chin when he brings his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. his dick twitched inside you while his hips began to stutter, fucking into you deeper and deeper with each thrust. and, fuck. he reached that place deep within you, the place only he could find; despite you having your fair share of lovers in your lifetime. 

your vision goes out and you see stars, pulling harshly at his hair (which you’re surprised hasn’t ripped out yet). you’re so far gone you’re not even really moaning anymore, your jaw just hangs wide open as you overflow with pleasure. no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ll always be shocked at what he can do to you. it takes you a moment to realize because of the daze you’ve been sucked into, but when you did you nearly cried. 

“babe.. put it back, i wan’ it..” you babbled; unable to form coherent thoughts, much less try to speak.

“ride me.” he breathes and lets your hand go. 

in record time you scramble on top of him, not even letting a second pass before you sit down on him. you’re straddling him, and he pulls your thighs apart as far as they can go. you scratch down his chest, rocking yourself back and forth on his length. he throws his head back against the cushions, grabbing at your skin with a vice-grip. he moans kinda like a girl, one of your favorite attributes of him, and it makes you rock against him faster. 

“baby- baby, ah! im c-cumming, shit!” he stutters, fucking you back with a gentle rock of his hips. 

“do it, do it inside, remer.” 

his hands are now gripping your waist, and you wonder if you’ll have bruises later. you feel him fill you up, his body going limp underneath you. you slow down your movements, but not completely stopping. his face, how he looks a mess, makes your core squeeze around him as he starts to squirm from overstimulation. 

“y/n… fuck..” he sighs heavily, closing his eyes and bringing the palm of his hand to rub his forehead. 

you give him a lazy smile as you slither off him, tiny whimpers escaping you both from the feeling. you rest on his thighs as he sits up, hugging you and gently stroking your back as he continues to recover. 

“i came so hard..” he giggles, pecking your cheek.

“i can tell.” you giggle back, instinctively starting to grind yourself against his thigh. 

“i’m sorry, though.. kinda wanted you to cum first. lemme taste you, lay back.”

you lay down on the couch once again, remer immediately attaching his mouth to your sweet cunt before you knew what was happening. he suctions his lips on your clit, sucking and flitting his tongue against it. his tongue slinks down to your opening, pushing it in and gathering your fluids on it. he taps your waist, signaling you to look at him. he brings his head up and sticks his tongue out, covered in your clear slick, but mostly his cum. he grins and puts it back in his mouth, gulping and moaning theatrically. you’re rendered speechless. your eyes widen, pupils blown, and you swear you could cum just from watching him. he brings his head back to you, slurping and licking along your folds. you push his head into your crotch, grinding on his face and moaning every time you feel his nose poke your clit. he eats it messily, wet sounds from your core flying and reverberating around you. you squeeze your thighs around his head as he swirls his perfect tongue around your clit. without warning, you’re cumming hard; writhing and moaning underneath him. he kitten licks you through it, bringing you down easily instead of sucking you until you’re whimpering like he usually does. he gazes up at you, totally enamored and mesmerized. 

he wipes his face with the back of his hand, humming, “good?”, you nod in agreement, still too flustered to speak.

he stands up and pulls his sweatpants back on, murmuring ‘stay here, i’ll be right back’ before disappearing into the dark hallway. he comes back promptly, one of his huge (only on you) t-shirts in one hand, and a damp washcloth in the other. 

he sits on the edge of the couch as you spread your legs meekly, allowing him to clean you up. as he does, he jokes about how good pulp fiction was, knowing you barely made it past the intro. when he’s finished, you sit up and pull on his t-shirt. he smiles at you with love and appreciation in his eyes, he’s always this mushy after sex. he holds your hand and helps you up, your legs wobbly as he guides you to his room. he pulls back his comforter, nudging you to crawl in. when you settle, he tosses a pair of panties you had left here once at your face. 

“thanks, dickwad” you giggle.

“yeah, it’s really no problem, y/n. i’m generous like that.” he flaunts and jokes, sounding snooty as hell. 

he joins you under the covers and pulls you in from the back, holding you close and breathing you in.

“i love you,” he whispers, a sentiment for you and only for you to hear.

you whisper it back, softly slipping into unconsciousness.

—

coop fumbles with his key, stumbling in when he finally gets it. he steps into the house, a look of disgust painted on his face when he fully enters and closes the door behind him.

“man, it smells like sex in here!”

#doug remer smut #doug remer x reader #baseketball #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #been working on this since sunday #eat up my children

[telekineticseance]

NOVEMBER

kinktober day twenty-five: edging

pairing: doug remer x f!reader

summary: no nut november hasn't been treating you and remer too well

genre: smut

word count: 2039

cw: fingering, mild dom!remer, dry humping i wanna say, mild edging (too lazy to make it excessive), p in v

author's note: ignore that it says kinktober and it's literally march...but heyyyyyy how y'all doin. this one is mainly for krystal since she's my biggest supporter but like the others can read too.

At first the idea was fun. Spending the entirety of November not touching one another. Maybe seeing how far the two of you could get before the other one taps out. But now it was starting to get a little ridiculous and you were only halfway through.

This was the longest you and Remer had gone without having some sort of intercourse with one another. And you knew it was probably driving him insane just as much as it drove you insane, considering he seemed to never be able to turn it off.

You glanced over at Remer, feeling his hand as he stroked your thigh gently while the two of you watched a movie with one another. You bit your bottom lip gently, deciding to try and take the opportunity while you had it, after all if he lost first it would be okay if you did.

He held you close against his body as he occasionally gave you a small grin while watching the movie, which you barely knew what was going on even when Remer would get overly excited and start pointing at the screen telling you to watch his “favorite part”. He had a lot of “favorite parts”.

“Are you paying attention?”

“Mmhmm,” You hummed softly, continuing to look at him.

He let out a small laugh as he turned his attention back to you, “No you aren’t.” He moved his hand from your thigh and caressed your cheek, holding your face gently. You rolled your eyes playfully, “Sorry I’m just thinking..”

“What about?” His voice was soft as he looked at you, his thumb stroking your cheek. You gave him a shrug. You didn’t want to tell him what was bothering you because well knowing Remer, he’d probably make fun of you a little.

“Come on, you know you can tell me anything. Was I talking too much during the movie?” From the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice, you knew you were starting to worry him too much so you let out a small sigh.

“I miss…well you know,” You let your finger trail up his thigh gently as he looked at you confused at first before his face altered and he grinned down at you.

“Miss letting the Doctor make you feel good?”

You hated when he called himself that. And he wasn’t even calling himself that. He was calling his “manhood” that. The first time he did he said it was because the Doctor had a PHD….pretty huge…yeah.

You pulled away from him, rolling your eyes as you did so, “Forget it.”

He let out a chuckle before scooting close to you, “I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

His hand touched your arm gently as he got close to you, “We can always do stuff without the..well you know.”

You felt him rest his head on your shoulder, his curls touching your ear as he did. His breath was hot on your neck as he started kissing it lightly, your heart beginning to race almost as if it would leap right out of your chest. His lips moved to yours, as he moved slowly, carefully, almost in a teasing motion.

His tongue made its way into your mouth, as you moved your hands into his hair, feeling his curls wrap around your fingers as you did. He leaned you against the cushions on the couch, hovering over you as he gripped your wrists tightly, pinning them above your head causing you to let out a small moan into his mouth.

He let out a small groan in response, pulling apart as he leaned down to your ear, “God I missed the sound of your moans,” His voice spoke lowly before he chuckled lightly as he nibbled on your earlobe, letting his free hand run along your side. You let out a small whimper as Remer’s lips moved to your neck, leaving a combination of bites and licks, as he left hickeys along the side.

You started to feel the bulge in Remer’s shorts grow as it brushed against your clothed cunt, causing you to let out a small gasp. Remer’s free hand ran along your shirt, sliding underneath as he started to lightly massage your breast, letting out softs groans as you made your own noises.

One of the biggest things about Remer is that he rarely had to touch himself, for nothing turned him on more, than pleasuring you. And he always made sure of it the way he would whine in chorus with your moans, even if it was just when he had his head between your thighs.

His fingers pinched lightly at your hardened nipples causing you to jump lightly as you looked down at him, “Remer.” The tone in your voice was slightly harsh as you spoke, caused from the light pain of the pinch.

He chuckled lightly as he looked into your eyes, “Sorry.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you glared at him but only for a short moment before you felt Remer’s mouth pressed against your stomach. His hands had moved to your waist after he lifted your shirt as he pressed soft kisses against your lower stomach.

The lower the kissing got, the faster your heart rate got, the more your core ached for him. Even if it was just his tongues lapping at your folds, you wanted something from him. You needed something from him.

He removed his hands from your waist, tugging off your shirt revealing your bare chest, a soft moan escaping from him in the process. “God, you’re so beautiful,” His voice came out barely a whisper as he spoke to you, a combination of lust and love clouding his eyes.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, while his hand continued to play with the other. You looked down at him, small gasps leaving your lips as he continued sucking, feeling the occasional sensation of his tongue flicking it lightly before he pulled away and repeated the same with the other.

You moved your hips up slightly, letting yourself graze against the bulge in his shorts as his eyebrows furrowed lightly when he moaned. His eyes stayed shut as you continued grinding against him gently, his moans muffled as he didn’t remove his mouth from your chest.

His moans increased as his mouth pulled away, his head laying against your chest as you continued grinding your hips. His cheeks began to flush as he let out almost a girlish gasp, while his body tensed before he relaxed.

“Did you just..?”

“Shut up.” He almost growled as he leaned up, putting his lips to yours once more as he started kissing you.

He lost. He lost and you knew it.

The kiss started to grow rougher as his hands pulled at your pants, tugging them down to your ankles before you kicked them off. You squirmed under his touch as he pushed his finger tips against your core, feeling the wetness through your panties as he let out a groan. “For me?”

His words came out in almost a teasing tone as he moved aside your panties, thrusting in two fingers causing you to arch your back almost immediately in response. A cheeky grin rose to his face as he watched you, curling his fingers inside while you gripped onto the couch below you.

You felt the thumbnail of his free hand dig into your hip as he continued pumping his fingers, groans escaping from him as he held his gaze with your pussy, watching every move he made to make sure he hit every spot.

You bite your bottom lip as you looked down at him, “R-Remer..” His name spilled out in a stutter, barely able to form words as it had been what felt like months since the last time he touched you in such a way. Almost like it was the first time you had been together.

“Hm?” His tone was soft, pulling his gaze away as he looked up at you, his eyes wide.

“I-I need you…please” You managed to whine out, knowing his fingers weren’t enough.

His fingers curled at your sentence causing you to let out a gasp as he continued grinning at you. “Oh you do?”

The thrusting only increased as he continued curling his fingers, hitting you g-spot every time causing chills to run down your spine as you let out another moan. “Sounds to me like you’re doing just fine,” He teased, repeating his motion once more.

“JesusFuckingChristDouglasRemerIfYouDon’tCutItOut..”

He chuckled at your response before you felt the familiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, “Remer I’m close..please.” The words were followed by a gasp as you clenched your walls around his fingers, hardly able to hold your orgasm back before you felt him pull his fingers away, playfully licking off the juices as he held eye contact with you while shaking his head.

“Did you hope it would be that easy?” He spoke as he started pulling off his shorts revealing his boxers with a slight wet spot next to the noticeable bulge that you had caused.

Your heart raced as Remer took off his boxers, throwing them to some place in the living room that Coop would probably accidentally find later, after all it wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

As your breathing started to slow down, you stared at his cock as he stroked himself. His breathing turned into more feminine moans as he quickly pulled you forward by your legs, allowing himself to thrust in.

“O-Oh fuck me,” The words spilled from your lips as Remer raised an eyebrow at you.

“Is that not what I’m doing?”

“Remer I love you. But if you don’t stop..” Your words were cut off by the feeling of Remer’s thrust starting to increase speed quickly.

His hand moved to your hair as he leaned down, touching his forehead with yours as he thrusted. His eyebrows furrowed while his lips parted. He looked into your eyes through hooded eyelids, barely able to think as he moved in and out of you.

You quietly thanked God at the idea of Coop not being home to hear the sounds coming from the two of you. For an outsider it definitely would’ve sounded like two girls going at it with the way Remer moaned as he thrusted.

Your hands find their way to Remer’s back, digging your nails in, which only encouraged him to go faster and harder. His thrusts halting every now and then as he angled himself more upward, making sure to hit your g-spot as you would moan louder in response.

His eyes started to drink in the sight of you, watching your face as the sounds escaped you, or the way the sweat had begun to glisten off your body as the room started to heat up between the two of you. “I love you,” The words came from him causing your racing heart to flutter.

His hand moves from your hips as he starts rubbing your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

The sudden pressure and friction on your clit, his hand flexing subtly as it stayed tangled in your hair, his labored breathing hitting your skin was enough to drive you crazier and bring you closer to the edge.

Worried he’d stop again you stayed quiet, allowing your body to shudder as you reached your orgasm. He let out a groan as you clenched around his cock, tugging onto your hair, “Fuck..”

It didn’t take him much longer, the sight of you coming around him sent him over the edge, his hips moving as he came.

The two of you sat there looking at one another, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks, sticky with the sweat that covered one another as you just stared. You didn’t need to exchange words because both of you knew what you were feeling at that moment.

“Awwggghhh! Again!” Coop’s voice echoed from the door causing the both of you to jump up and quickly grab the blanket draped on the back of the couch before looking at the disgusted and disappointed bottle blonde before Remer let out a small laugh, causing you to do the same.

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[eatingstringcheese]

puppy love (doug remer)

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

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[matt-n-trey]

TREY ATE US UP OMFGGG

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[stickofcha0s]

'Walk In' Doug Remer x Reader Pt. 2

Read part one here

Pair: Doug Remer x afab reader

A/N: heyyy, thanks for the positive feedback on part one!! made me feel good about writing again. If you haven't read part one its linked above, I'd recommend doing so. I haven't written a scene like this in literal years so hopefully its good lol. If ti is lmk an I have a spicier part 3 in mind.

word count; 5,233

warnings: NSFW; oral (f! receiving), p in v, hj, slight roughness (little hitting and choking), more perv Remer. I think that's it but just prepare yourselves in case.

Summary: a few weeks after the 'incident', you accidentally walk in on Remer.

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Walk in pt2

 It has been a week or so since the…incident. That’s what you were calling it.

After Joe had come home Remer was walking around like nothing had even happened.

You spent the rest of your night finishing the pasta which turned out a little too soft, and then hiding out in your room, flustered about the whole situation.  

Tonight Joe was out with Jenna and so it was just you and Doug at home. You were both on the couch watching Road Kill: Caught on Tape. Instead of the usual sitting side by side under a blanket, you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch, your feet tucked under you as you covered yourself with your own blanket. 

Remer had his head resting in his palm, beer in his other hand which he occasionally sipped from. 

There was definitely an awkward tension between you two and your pretty sure it was from your side. Remer could blow situations like this off with ease as he often had one night stands with fans or random chicks at the bar. 

You tried to focus on the tv, trying to distract yourself, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You looked at the time on your phone 9:57.

You knew Joe wouldn’t be home until after 3, if he even decided to come home at all that night. He occasionally would stay the night at Jenna’s. 

You felt restless as you sat on the couch shifting. 

“You good?” Remer asked raising an eyebrow at you and bringing the can to his lips.

“Uh huh” you nodded. You watched his Addams apple bob as he gulped down the drink, just stirring up the restlessness feeling inside you. 

“I’m just tired, I think I might go to bed” you said faking a yawn.

“It’s only 10.” He pointed out. He was right. Usually you guys were up until the early hours of the next day watching movies or talking while shit faced. 

You shrugged “works been taking a toll on me” you explained trying to excuse yourself, rubbing your shoulder as if you were sore. 

He nodded “yeah, okay get some rest, yeah?” 

You nodded at him starting to get up.

“Hey- grab me a beer before you head out would ya?” He asked.

You gave him a thumbs up before heading to the kitchen, your blanket draped over your shoulder. 

You grabbed a beer from the fridge and a drink for yourself and some snacks, heading back over to the couch. 

“Here” you extended your hand out handing him the can. He reached out to grab it, fingers brushing yours.

“Thanks, you’re a doll.” he smiled settling back into the couch. “Sleep well” 

“Thanks..” you mumbled heading down the hall to your room.

You went to your room closing the door behind you. 

For the next few hours you were pent up in your room watching movies on your laptop, and snacking. 

Around 11 you heard the hall light click off. Remer had probably headed to his room. 

You waited until around midnight to wander into the kitchen to get some water. Your feet padded against the carpet, trying to navigate in the dark. You flipped on the kitchen light filling yourself a glass of water. You leaned against the counter taking in the silence. 

Joe probably wouldn’t be home anytime soon considering he hadn’t even bothered to text you to let you know.

You rested your head against the cool counter, it was hot and stuffy in your room and it got nearly unbearable during the summer months. Keeping your window open at night barley helped, it just cleared up some of the humidity. 

A soft noise broke through the silence of the apartment. You stood up straight looking around.

There it was again.

You let your curiosity get the best of you as you wandered towards the noise. Of course it was coming from Remer’s room. What was he doing now? 

The door was cracked open and a faint light leaked from the door across the carpet. 

The noise came again- a frustrated groan.

“Remer?” You asked quietly approaching the door. 

He could be having problems putting the sheets on his bed again. You always had to help him with that. 

You peeked through the door, your hand flying up to your mouth at the sight. 

Remer was lying on his bed, shorts pulled down just enough to have a hand wrapped around his hard, leaking member. Your eyes widened at the thickness. You wonder how you were ever able to take that during the drunk hookup a few years ago. 

Only his bedside lamp was on, illuminating the sheen of sweat that covered his face and bare chest. 

His glasses had slipped and were sitting on the tip of his nose as weak whines and pants came from his mouth, eyes screwed shut. 

His hand moved faster as he arched his back. 

“(Y/n)..”  he choked out in a panting moan 

Oh my god 

You held your hand up to your mouth as you moved out of the doorway as so not to be seen. 

Wait a second.

Was that-

He brought it up to his nose burying his face in it as he groaned, his hand picking up speed.  The sounds going straight to your core.

“Is that my bra?” 

As soon as those words had come from your mouth you clamped a hand over it. 

Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

His head snapped towards the door, pushing his glasses up as he cried out going to cover himself. 

“Sorry I-“ you backed away from the open door. 

He quickly pulled his shorts up, a large tent still remaining. 

He panted softly. “I’m sorry-it was just there and you haven’t been talking to me-so you’ve been on my mind..“ he choked out his voice cracking mid sentence.

Jesus, he sounded so desperate 

You walked into his room, your knees weak as he sat up, your bra clutched in his hand. 

His eyes took in your body, again stopping at your chest. 

You snatched the bra from him, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Perv..watching me.” He mumbled under his breath. 

You raised an eyebrow “what was that?” 

“How long were you watching?” Remer asked moving closer. 

“I-“ your cheeks flushed.

“It doesn’t matter-don’t take my stuff” you scolded trying to change the subject.

“I didn’t steal it, you left it” Remer protested. 

“Plus shouldn’t I be the one mad at you? You’re completely invading my privacy right now” he crossed his arms over his chest, getting up and towering over you. 

Some of the more loose curls were matted to his forehead. 

“I- your door was open!” You sputtered. “You sounded distressed and I thought you might need help or something-!” 

His eyes changed and a small smirk appeared on his face. “I mean, I could use some help” 

You rolled your eyes, in the process they got lost and trailed down his chest, a thin layer of sweat still covering his skin. Then Down to his member which was still straining against his shorts just begging to be touched. 

God…

“You’re gross” you scowled. 

“You’re a perv” he shot back. 

“I could say the same about you” You huffed softly. 

He looked down at you hungrily. Just his look made you nervous, your heart starting to pick up its pace. 

“I thought you were going to sleep” he said after a moment of tense silence. 

You shrugged softly. “I tried, I couldn’t..”

“Y’know” his hand swept from your wrist up to your shoulder. “I could help you with that.” 

“Doug..” you breathed disapprovingly. 

His brows furrowed. “Hey you can’t deny it, the energy between us has been different lately.”

He was right. Even before the incident things had shifted. You didn’t get after Remer as much when he was a little too touchy. And then after the incident the tension was so thick you couldn’t be within three feet of him without your stomach doing flips.

He stepped closer and leaned down his lips ghosting past your ear.

“Whadya say..” he breathed. He pushed his hips closer his hardened member pressing against you.

Fuck..

His words went straight to your core, feeling your body heat up. 

“Cmon it’ll be between us.” He persisted, twirling some of your hair around his finger. 

His lips moved down to your neck and his arms snaked around your waist. 

You let his lips ghost across the skin sending shivers through your body.

“You’ve been on my mind constantly since the other night” he mumbled against your skin.

“Oh yeah?” 

He nodded. “Can’t get the sight of you in your bra, looking helpless outta my head..” 

“You wanna know what really turned me on?” he asked as he started to kiss your neck softly. 

“What’s that?” You hummed. 

“When you hit me..” you could feel him smile against your skin as the words left his mouth. 

You looked down at him furrowing your brows, his curls tickling your nose.

“Huh? When I hit you?”

He nodded his head lifting up to meet your eyes again. “You’re hot when your angry” 

“Is that why you’re always trying to get on my nerves?” You asked smiling at the boy. 

He shrugged. 

Remer loved it when you got frustrated. The soft sighs and groans that left your lips as he hid your things around the house. He imagined they’d be close to the noises you’d make when he finally got his mouth between your legs. 

“What so you like it rough or something?” You asked laughing a little joking around. 

Remer brought his lips to your neck again. “Maybe” he mumbled. “Would you be upset if I told you I intentionally try to piss you off?”

“By doing what?” This intrigued you.

He hooked his arms under your legs as he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

“Mm you know how your computer stopped working last week?” He asked against your shoulder. 

“Remer what did you do?” You asked getting serious, your smile disappearing. 

“I uh- well Coop was using the tv and I was just really horny- I had to get off and I was having trouble and-“ 

“Doug!” You gasped. You struggled against him until he let you down.

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“I needed something to get off to- I didn’t mean to download a virus.” he protested. 

“Remer I need that for work” you scolded him. 

He gulped softly as your voice started to raise. 

“I also, I did go through your drawers” he admitted sheepishly. 

You felt heat rise to your face. 

He started to approach you again.

“It’s just hard to control myself around you” he whined. “Your scent is just like intoxicating and you look better in your underwear than any model in a magazine I’ve ever seen.” 

You couldn’t have any privacy living with two guys. They were always in your goddamn business. 

“What, you want me to slap some sense into you?” You Huffed. 

His eyes lit up. “I mean maybe that’d help me..” he said trying to restore him composure.

He definitely had pissed you off. You’re laptop was unusable due to the viruses he downloaded and you would need to buy a new one, you could hardly afford it and had to pick up extra shifts to even make the first payment. And he had denied touching it when you had confronted him and Coop. 

But…the fact he liked being hit kinda turned you on and flipped a switch in you.

“Sit on the bed” you instructed. 

He did as told rushing over to the bed. You watched his hard on which had started to go away grow again. The sight making you weak in the knees. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” 

“M’sorry, I’m just horrible aren’t I?” He teased pouting a little. 

You bit your lip shaking your head in disapproval. He gulped nervously as you stood between his legs. His hands raised to your hips gripping them tightly. He looked up at you from where he was sitting. 

“Someone’s gotta teach you not to touch other peoples things” 

He nodded.

You stepped back a little watching him. “You’re always-always going through my shit. I never have any privacy.” You deprecated. 

You could see the excitement in his eyes grow as you went on. 

“You’re a fucking perv. Even to live here I had to expose some part of myself to you! You walk in without knocking, my clothing is always disappearing. When will it be enough?” You asked, getting yourself worked up. 

“I can’t help myself around beautiful women” he shrugged innocently.

That’s it, he’d get what he wanted so badly.

You raised your palm seeing him wince before striking him on the cheek. The sound echoed throughout the bedroom and a thick silence lingered after. Doug’s face was turned to the side and his glasses had slipped down his nose. 

A red mark was left behind on his cheek. 

He grinned a little after regaining his composure. “Let me make it up to you”.

He stood up again towering over you. He turned you so the back of your knees were pressed against the bed. 

“I’ll make you feel so good that you won’t have any choice other than to forgive me.” He looked down at you leaning forward. 

“Yeah?” You looked up at him then back down at his soft lips. 

“Mhm” his hand went to your chin tilting your head forward.

You don’t know how he could make your mood change back and forth this quickly. 

“I’ll show you How well I can behave” he moved your chin forward so your lips met. 

Sparks erupted in your stomach when you guys kissed. His hands trialing from your chin to your waist. 

When he pulled away he kissed your jaw softly. 

“‘N I still didn’t finish showing you what my mouth could do..”

This excited you your heart picking up pace. 

He stepped forward, forcing you to fall back on the bed. You scooted towards the headboard as he followed in suit crawling onto the soft mattress. 

“Let’s get these out of the way” he said placing his hands on your knees.

He parted your legs so he could get between them, his hands going back to grab your hips.

His hands slid under your shirt as he pressed kisses to your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly. 

He rubbed circles into your hips as you sighed.

He was good with his mouth. And he was still only above your neck. 

His hands slid up under your shirt, removing it.

“There.. now we’re equal” he smirked as he tossed it to the side. 

Now you were both shirtless.

He kissed down your chest as your hand went to his hair massaging his scalp softly. He hummed against your skin. 

He bit at the plush skin, causing your breath to hitch as you threw your head back.

“Mmm” 

“You like that?”

“Mhmm” 

He pulled your bra down releasing one of your breasts, coming free and bouncing softly. 

Remer could have cum right there just at the sight of the soft skin jiggling and your nipple hardening as it hit the air, excited.

Like last time his mouth was quick to attach itself to it. 

You let out a whine tugging on his hair. His moans vibrated against the sensitive bud causing you to tug even harder. 

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, your muscles contracting around nothing.

“Fuck..” you breathed out as he let his teeth graze past it.

“Doug..” you whined.

You hardly called him Doug. Usually it was only when you were mad at him. You usually addressed both boys by their last name like some sort of teammate or something.

Remer loved it when when you called him this.

He lifted his head up to meet eyes, going back to attack your lips. He bit down on your bottom lip sucking as he let his hand snake between your thighs, cupping your heat through your shorts. His glasses pressed against your face as he hungrily kissed you. 

He removed his hand to hump against you, his hardened member poking your entrance through both your layers of clothes. You could start to imagine his girth just from that, making your heart beat excitedly in your chest. 

You whined as you gripped his shoulders bringing your hips down to meet his. 

He let out a low moan letting his hips buck back up, on instinct trying to push into you. 

Precum was already starting to leak through his shorts as he was painfully hard, basically getting unintentionally edged when you had interrupted him earlier.

“As much as I like this…last time you said you’d only just begun to show me your mouths abilities..” you mumbled as breathed into his mouth “I wanna see what else that mouth can do.” 

He pulled away grinning. 

“If you insist.” His mouth went back to kissing your body, leaving a trail down to your stomach, Kissing, licking, and sucking all its way. His kisses were hot and wet, leaving a noise every time he let his lips detach from your skin. 

When he made it to your waist band he sat up a little. He tapped your knees. “Up” 

You brought your knees up so they were bent, Doug still in between them. He kissed your navel, licking the skin. 

He sank down between your legs letting his nose rub against you through your shorts.

You gripped the sheets trying not to react. 

“God I can feel the heat through your shorts, I didn’t know you had the hots this bad for me” he simpered up at you. 

Your sure you were bright red from that comment. “Shut up” you scowled at him.

“Cchh-shh, calm down” he shushed. 

He hooked his fingers under your waistband pulling your shorts off. 

A smile crept up on his face as he pulled them past your ankles discarding them somewhere in the room.

“Shit, you do have the hots for me! Look how fuckin’ wet you are- I can see it through your panties” he grinned.

His words made your core throb, probably soaking the fabric even more. Of course you had the hots for him. Though you would never admit it because he could be the biggest ignorant and inconsiderate asshole ever, and you weren’t going to let him live with that satisfaction of his roommate fantasizing about being railed by him. 

“Y-you’re just convenient” you fired back.

“Sure thing boss” he hummed raising his brows.

After taking off your bra, He hooked his fingers under your panties pulling them down, revealing your heat, exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit you. 

He hooked one finger on each side of your underwear displaying it. 

“Mmm- y’know I won’t take your bra but I’m definitely keeping these.” 

You furrowed your brows at him.

“Remer- what did I say about taking my shit?” 

He balled the panties up pressing them up to his nose, inhaling letting his eyes flutter shut. 

The sight made you force out a shaky breath. 

He opened his eyes, moving from between your legs. He moved to his bedside table, shoving the panties in the top drawer. 

“Too bad” he mumbled pushing out his bottom lip, pretending to pout, mocking you. 

He sunk back between your legs, brining his face down to your opening. 

He blew softly on your heat, earning a whine out of you. 

“You look delicious”  he hummed.

You looked down at his curls, unable to see his face. 

“I hope todays an all you can eat buffet” he said chuckling softly. 

You rolled your eyes letting out a small laugh. “You’re stupid Doug.”

“I can’t think smart around you” he responded.

You painfully waited as he teased you, using his fingers to part your lips and mumbling things to himself that you couldn’t understand. 

You whined, trying to urge him to touch or do anything to stimulate you.

“God you’re so fucking wet…” he muttered.

Finally he brought his face forward, starting slow and then picking up his pace, attacking your folds. 

You bucked your hips at the sudden feeling, hand going to grip his hair. 

He sucked on your clit, letting his teeth graze over your bud. 

You pushed his face closer, causing his nose to press into your pubic hair and his glasses smushing against the skin. 

You let out a mewl as he basically made out with your clit sucking at the sensitive skin. Lewd noises filled the room as he hungrily fed on you, echoing in the hot and quiet room. 

He pulled his mouth away moaning softly, looking up at you. Your  juices covering his chin. 

“You taste so sweet” he whined out. 

You reached down to pull his glasses off his face 

“There, now they won’t be in the way” you put them on the dresser. 

He Dove back down blowing on you.

He tsked

“Getting all over my clean sheets, you’re so messy” 

Your cheeks flushed as he made comments about you.

“Gonna have to clean this mess up-“ he pushed his face between your thighs, his tongue entering you. You yanked on his hair. 

“Doug!~” 

He gripped onto your thighs to steady himself as he pushed his face forward seeing how deep his tongue could reach. 

You let out a string of lewd noises as he tongue fucked you, muscles trying to clench around his tongue. his grip tightened on your thighs, definitely leaving bruises.

He lapped at your folds trying to clean up the mess you kept creating. 

You could feel yourself already approaching your high. You hadn’t been touched in forever, let alone like this. And you were embarrassed to already be so close. But you’d never felt this pleasured before. 

You bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts, his nose rubbing against your clit driving you crazy. He let his head relax as you gripped onto his hair, guiding it for him. 

You moved your hips as you guided his head up and down, forcing his nose to stimulate your aching clit. 

“I’m close” you cried as he sucked on your bud, feeling your muscles tighten. 

He pulled his head away as you said that. When he looked up at you, you almost came at the sight. His cheeks were flushed and his nose down to his chin was glistening. He looked at you through half lidded eyes smiling.

You whined at the loss of his mouth, the cold air hitting you again making your muscles clench. 

He sat up going to kiss you, forcing you to taste your own juices. You moaned as he knotted a hand in your hair, tugging gently. 

He brought it around to the front where he squeezed your throat.  You threw your head back gasping softly. 

“Mm y’like that?” He mumbled into your neck nibbling on your ear lobe. 

You nodded. 

He kissed your jaw as he sat up.

“My tongue’s a little tired, I think I’m gonna show you the thing I’m best at” he smirked. 

You gazed up at him through your lashes

“And what’s that” 

He pulled down his shorts tossing them to the side leaving him in boxers, his member straining against them leaving no need for the imagination. A wet patch had leaked through. You pressed two fingers to the dark patch.

“That’s all because of you” he said nodding softly. 

You hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling them down. His member sprung out slapping against his stomach. He hissed lightly as the cool air hit him. Your eyes widened as you looked at him between your legs. 

It looked even thicker up close and he had a thick bush. This somehow turned you on even more.

He seemed to notice the nervous expression on your face. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to split you in half” he said trying to suppress a smile.

You nodded as you leaned back resting on your elbows.

He rubbed his tip softly, precum leaking from it. He ran a hand down his member slicking it up with his own juices. 

He leaned forward looking down trying to guide himself, a hand on his base.

The only sound was your heavy breathing, your chest rising and falling. 

He kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” 

He lined himself up, pressing through your folds and guiding the tip in. You spread your legs apart even more hoping it would help open you up. Luckily you were wet enough for it not to be horrible. 

“So wet I don’t even need lube” he breathed out. 

You screwed your eyes shut digging your nails into his shoulder as he pushed himself in inch my inch. 

Your muscles tightened around him as he slowly inched in until he bottomed out.

He filled you up perfectly. You felt so full.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he let you adjust, waiting for the pained look on your face to go away. 

You gave him a nod and he propped himself up. 

His pace started slow at first. His girth moving in and out of you causing your head to roll back. 

“Oh Doug..” you whimpered.

“Tell me how bad you want it” he mumbled into your ear.”

“I need you…so bad” you mewled cupping his face as he panted into your ear slowly thrusting in and out. 

Those words were all he needed. 

He pulled out to shift you, throwing your legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. 

He Gripped your hips and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before slamming into you. You gasped gripping the sheets. 

He immediately started ramming in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

You used one Hand to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin and your other hand naturally went to his hair.

Wet noises filled the room as his hips met yours over and over again.

Doug was not quiet in bed and his moans and whines drove you crazy. He was definitely enjoying this as much as you were. 

He leaned forward to give you a kiss every now and then, his nose pressing against your face. Though kissing wasn’t very successful. So lust drunk that it was basically you just moaning and panting into each other’s open mouths. 

“So fucking tight- gonna loosen you up so much that you’ll feel empty unless I’m the one fucking you” he growled into your ear.

You nodded crying out as you yanked on his hair, his head falling back. You watched his eyes screw shut and his mouth hang open. 

“Oh god..” he whimpered.

“Do that again” he begged as he fucked you harder, the headboard starting to hit the wall. 

You tugged again harder this time.

“So good babe” he mewled. One of his hands went to your throat clamping around it as he fucked you senseless. Hips snapping forward. 

You screwed your eyes shut as he cut off your airway feeling the high within your brain. Every few seconds he loosen his grip to hear you moan and let you breathe. 

You felt your legs shake as they sat on his shoulders, heat pooling in your stomach. 

Doug was determined to have you finish before him. He pressed a hand to your lower stomach increasing the pleasure.

You cried out, bucking your hips do meet his thrusts. 

“Oh fuck Doug- I’m so close” you cried as he pressed in your stomach.

He nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down his face. 

“Look at this (y/n)!” He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up to watch him thrusting inside you. You moaned as he did so. 

“I’m the only one who can fill you this good!” He raised his voice, but a shaky whimper remained behind it. 

“I’m the only one who can fill up a slut like you” he growled. His words sent you over the edge as you clenched around him, earning a high groan from him. 

He furrowed his eyebrows as he let your hair go, letting you fall back into the pillows. Your body buzzed as he thrust into your sensitive spots, making you whimper. 

His hand came up to palm your breast as he felt you start to clench around him, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Doug I’m close~..” you panted. 

He nodded. “Come for me- look at me when you do” 

You lifted your head to make eye contact with him as he thrust into you. You clenched around him as he watched you, his mouth slightly open. 

You gripped his shoulders as you felt yourself peak. 

“Mm say my name when you cum” he told you. He thrusted over and over into your sensitive spot as you reached your climax.

You felt your eyes roll back as your body clenched around him, shaking.

“Jesus- Doug!” You cried out as you came, harder than you had in a long time. 

“M right here baby” he assured you, as he slowed down his pace a little.

You panted as you came down. He kissed you as you came back. 

“M right behind you” he slowed down pulling out, his length fully erect and painfully hard. 

You rushed to sit up shaking as you wrapped a hand around his length, pumping it as fast as you could get your buzzing arms to go. He sat between your legs moaning as he tugged on his own hair whimpering obscenities. 

“M’ cumming” he warned. 

You bit your lip panting as you sped up, rubbing his tip. 

“Oh fuck, yes- yes (y/n)!” He cried 

You watched as his eyes rolled back and hot cum spirted from his tip, getting on your stomach. 

His mouth hung open as he came to, panting.

“Holy shit” he mumbled.

You nodded.

“And you were down the hall this whole time?” He breathed. 

He looked down at you, propped up on your elbows, cum on your stomach and your own juices wetting the sheets beneath you.

He grabbed a tshirt from the floor cleaning your stomach.

Gross.

He laid down next to you, putting on his glasses and looking at you with half lidded eyes, pulling the blankets over you both.

“So m’ i any good?” He smirked kissing your jaw.

You nodded, still exhausted. “I can’t believe we hadn’t done this sober yet” 

He nodded in agreement. “I can’t imagine how that time we were wasted went” 

“I’ve been wanting you for so long” he smiled.

“Yeah?”

He hummed. “Yeah”

“Was it as good as you imagined?” You asked

“Better” he panted running a hand through his hair. 

You sat in silence for a bit, listening to the air conditioning.

“Next time it’ll be even better” he assured you.

“Who said there’s gonna be a next time?”you said turning to face him. 

He smiled “what, are you saying you didn’t enjoy this enough to do it again?” 

You shook your head “wasn’t saying that at all…” 

“Mm so like I said next time will be even better” he repeated turning to burry his head in the crook of your neck and splay an arm around your waist. 

#doug remer x reader #doug remer #baseketball #south park #matt stone #trey parker #idk what else to tag #doug remer smut #mattrey #joe cooper #Perv Doug Remer

[starspann]

peaches n’ cream | 18+

doug remer x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smut, cursing

notes: just something short AGAINN

y/n licks whipped cream off remer’s dick

★☆✵☆★

remer liked experimenting, y/n knew that. she just never would’ve imagined this specific scenario.

“you’re so weird, babe.” she shook the can as the label recommended, her other hand working on him through his boxers.

"and? you agreed to it. you’re currently doing it. therefore, you’re just as weird as me.” remer smiled, tilting his head at her.

he was comfortable, settled into the bed with his arms resting behind his head, an extremely prominent hard-on bulging through his boxer briefs.

“you’re already pitching a tent, how long have you been wanting to do this?” she shook her head in amusement, pulling down his underwear, exposing him to the air of the room.

his ‘manhood’ sprang out, living up to its name as it rested against his tummy, throbbing and a noticeable bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“i can see you’re ready.” she stroked him gently a few times.

“yep.” remer eagerly nodded.

she paused briefly and removed her hand before cautiously squirting a bit on the tip of his cock, his hips slightly jerking at the new feeling.

“soo.. how’s it feel?” y/n questioned him.

“it’s cold, kinda tickles.. can you do more?”

she giggled, but obliged. shaking the can once more, she pressed down on the nose of the bottle, almost covering his entire shaft in the cold, light cream.

“shit, okay, very cold—”

“yeah, duh, it’s been in the fridge.” her hands roamed his thighs, she watched the soft, white cream slide down his dick, threatening to ruin the sheets of their bed.

“warm me up then?”

“of course.” she smiled and leaned forward, immediately licking away the creamy coating, teasing him with each lap of her tongue around his cock.

he gasped and shut his eyes, the back of his head sinking father into the pillow behind him.

“fuckk. that feels good.”

he felt her tongue slip over each ridge and crevice, the whipped cream only increasing the pleasure, serving as a surprisingly good substitute for lube.

she took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

“jus’ like that..” his words were slurred, drunk off euphoria. it was a strange sight to behold, honestly. his girlfriend sucking his dick while spit and whipped cream flowed from the sides of her mouth and down to his balls.

he fucking loved it.

“m’ gonna cum, k-keep going.” he stuttered and so did his hips. his breath was now ragged and uneven, his body writhing as y/n quickened her pace.

with curses falling from his lips, he whined loudly, gripping tightly on to her hair and finally spilling in her mouth.

she drew back, a string of saliva still connected him to her lips.

she smiled up at him, licking it away.

“taste good?” remer asked, his grip on her hair softening as he began to run his fingers through the strands.

“mhm.” she mumbled, mouth full.

“you missed some.” remer’s thumb wiped away any remaining residue. he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean.

he knew what he was doing when he pulled that stunt.

she felt a tightness in the pit of her stomach, squeezing her thighs together, she was desperate for something to be between them.

she needed more, and she knew remer could give it to her.

of course, remer noticed the warm flush on her cheeks. he laughed in an annoying tone, “i see you squirming around, let me return the favor.”

she rose from her knees and laid down next to him, her legs a little sore from the tiring position.

“okay,” she accepted his offer, “no more whip cream though.”

he picked up the can anyway, completely disregarding her words.

“i mean it!” y/n sternly repeated.

“fine! whatever you say.” he sprayed the rest of the contents into his mouth before diving between her thighs.

“remer!”

“alright, sorry!”

#i can’t believe i used the word manhood #doug lowkey kinky!! #doug remer x reader #doug remer #matt stone x reader #matt stone #baseketball x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut

[remerclunk22]

Blurb

Thinking about Doug Remer being obsessed with spoiling you, even if he's broke. But especially when baseketball kicks off. Real sugar daddy material.

If you drag him shopping hes the type of man to complain the whole time, whining and hugging you from behind, however, he's literally carrying all your bags, handing you his card, paying for your food and driving you there and back.

If you say your hungry he wont bother asking what you want because he knows and he doesn't want to have the 'you choose' 'no, you' argument over and over again. Instantly brings food to you the moment he can, doesn't make you pay him back.

If you say your going out with some friends, he'll just swing his arm over the couch, holding out his wallet, open, showing his card. He doesn't want you to argue, he just wants to spoil you, what better way. (This is definitely when he isn't broke lmao)

If your ever online shopping, will ask you to go to the lingerie section and instantly offer to pay in a way to convince you.

#baseketball #doug remer smut #doug remer #matt stone smut #matt stone #baseketball smut #doug remer x reader #matt stone x reader

[mabelstone]

PLEASE DO REMER TAKING THE READERS V-CARD TY!!!

Super Best Friends

doug remer x reader

CW: mentions of masturbation, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, digital penetration, cunnilingus

note: sorry for going MIA again. only just got the motivation to write something. my first time was nothing special lol so i hope this sufficed! and i didn’t proof read but i think u all know that by now

You and Remer had been best friends since 7th grade. You’d watched him transform from an awkward looking, gangly teen to a frustratingly handsome, tall young adult. Frustrating because you know you shouldn’t think about him like that.

But how could you help it? He made you laugh until your ribs hurt and tears were streaming down your face. He was so kind and he understood you better than anyone. He knew your family like they were his own, and god, was he a treat to the eye.

Since you were little, you’d had innocent sleepovers, often times resulting in you shoving a pillow over his face because he just wouldn’t shut up and let you sleep. Secretly, you didn’t mind it at all.

You did notice a bit of a change as you both got older, maybe around 10th grade. The way your heart would race when you realised just how close you were. Your skin only separated by thin layers of clothing. Your mind would go wild just imagining his skin on yours, how you wish run his fingers up your thighs, how the goosebumps would form as conformation that it was really happening. You wanted so badly to see him between your thighs, wishing you’d wake up one morning with him ‘accidentally’ pressed up against you.

Then the sinking feeling would soon follow, knowing you were only friends. Not that he ever talked much to you about it, you knew he was screwing other girls all the time. Probably why he didn’t get urges around you.

Well, call it wishful thinking, but there were a few mornings you’d wake up to something pressing into your lower back. You’d pretend to be asleep still as you felt his weight lift from the mattress, where he’d be in the bathroom doing god knows what for 15 minutes. You had a rough idea what. The first time it happened, curiosity got the best of you. You assumed he was just using the toilet, but the small whimper you heard from the other side of the door told you otherwise. You climbed back into bed, half mortified, half really turned on. He came back shortly after, cheeks lightly flushed and a dazed smile on his face.

“Oh, you’re up! Wanna play GTA?”

He was staying over tonight - nothing out of the ordinary. You turned 18 about 6 months after him, and for some reason, your virginity was bothering you more than ever. Partially because you felt like the odd one out in your friend group, but also because you had greatest orgasm of your life last night thinking about Remer.

He was seeing some of his other friends beforehand, so it was quite late when he got to yours.

“Hey,” he stormed into your room, clearly frustrated about something. He plopped himself down on your bed and pulled you into a tight hug. Strange…

“Uh, hey… you good?” You asked, patting his back awkwardly.

“Yeah, fine,” he huffed, finally releasing you. “I’m gonna shower.” He turned away from you, walking into your ensuite, locking the door straight away.

You sat on your bed, more confused than ever. Clearly he wasn’t fine, but he probably wouldn’t tell you until he was over it. He was… different like that.

He came back to bed after, curls sopping wet, droplets of water falling onto his face and shoulders, only a towel around his waist. You quickly averted your attention back to the tv, swallowing hard as you silently begged your libido to settle down.

“Sorry I came in so pissed,” he laughed, seemingly cool now. “The guys just… well, you know how those assholes are.”

“Oh, uh, what’d they do?” You still kept your eyes trained away, just faintly able to see him in the reflection of the tv.

He sighed, “honestly, it’s no big deal. Just don’t like it when they talk about my girl.”

You cocked your head to him at this; he only referred to you as his girl. It’d been a thing forever. You were a bit nervous for what was to follow, not even looking at the delicious v line poking through the towel.

He sighed again, knowing he wasn’t getting out of telling you. He ran a hand over his face before starting, “Just gross shit that I respect you too much to repeat. But how because you’re a virgin, you probably get wet so easily, and how you probably feel like… heaven. See? Just disgusting.”

He sounded embarrassed even repeating that to you, saying the word heaven in a hushed tone. Your cheeks flushing bright red and you paused for a moment. “So…?” You finally got out, waiting for his response.

“So what?”

“What’d you say?” You furrowed your brows, sitting up onto your knees now. His eyes briefly skimmed the night dress you had on, quickly averting his gaze elsewhere.

“Doesn’t matter. It just really pissed me off,” he deflected, reaching into his bag for some clothes.

Feeling bold, you spoke up quietly. “Did you agree?”

He froze in place, standing up with his back to you.

“Do… you ever think of me like that?” You continued, feeling slick starting to collect at your heat. Something about how risky this was really excited you.

He turned to face you now, looking equally as confused. “Am I supposed to? Do you think of me like that?” He retorted, waiting for you to laugh in his face and tell him you were joking.

“Uh,” you stammered, blushing a deeper shade of red now, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Oh, you do…” He chuckled deeply, “what do you think about?” He sat in front of you on the bed, loving the riskiness as much as you.

“Remer,” you tried to deflect, breath hitching in your throat when his fingers grazed the skin of your thigh, disappearing under the hemming of your dress.

“I’ve thought about you quite a few times,” he shrugged nonchalantly; perhaps an attempt for you to open up.

“I-I’m too embarrassed, Doug,” you whispered, still unable to look in his eyes.

His thumb started tracing circles into your thigh, his eyes locked on your pretty face. “Do you think about me touching you?”

You took a moment before nodding, now focusing on the ceiling.

“Where do I touch you?”

“Everywhere,” you mumbled, almost ashamed.

His hand trailed further up your thigh, fully hidden under your dress.

“Would you like me to touch you?” His eyes sparkled in excitement, praying to God you’d say yes.

You meekly nodded, biting your lip slightly as you looked to him. He grinned wide, tapping your hip for you to readjust and sit further up the bed. He planted himself in front of you, bending your legs and spreading them ever so slightly.

He slid his hands up the insides of your thighs, digging his fingers into the plush skin. The goosebumps formed just as you’d imagined many times.

“Do you finger yourself when you think of me?” His voice was calm but deep, and you couldn’t believe how cavalier he was being.

Again, you nodded, a nervous laugh slipping past your lips. He didn’t falter though, bringing his fingers to the front of your underwear.

“Wanna take ‘em off for me? Wanna touch you.”

You obliged, lifting yourself up on your heels to slide them down, Remer pulling them from your ankles. You got back in the same positioned, meekly opening your legs.

“So wet,” he groaned, running two fingers over your slick, then tracing gentle circles into your clit. You gasped softly, shocked that this was actually happening.

His middle prodded at your entrance slightly, looking up at you for permission. You nodded eagerly, eyes hooding at the unbelievable sight before you. His hair still wet, big shoulders, strong arms that he propped himself up on.

He slowly slipped his finger in, pupils blowing at how wet you were, how despite how tight you were, his finger slipped right in.

You let out a whimper of pleasure, hands gripping the sheets beneath you. He took this as his cue to move a bit quicker, sliding his finger in and out of your heat. He flipped his wrist up, keeping a finger inside of you while using his thumb to rub your clit. You let out a hum of approval, this feeling better than anything you’d done to yourself.

“Do you ever think about me using my tongue on you?” He asked sultrily, practically salivating at the thought of tasting you.

“Mhm,” you breathed, hoping that was his way of asking if he could.

He removed his fingers and inched closer to your heat, blowing lightly on your clit. The cold sensation caused you to squirm, hands suddenly clinging to his hair. You gently tugged in need, pulling him closer to it.

He placed a single kiss to your inner thigh before licking a long stripe up your clit.

“Doug,” you gasped, quickly cupping your hand over your mouth.

He used one hand to pull your palm from your face, placing a kiss to your clit before smiling, “no, I wanna hear you.”

He continued to lap at your sensitive clit, your legs closing over his head autonomously. You couldn’t believe how you were feeling, and then he inserted two fingers this time. You swore you were seeing stars; never have you ever felt such ecstasy in your lifetime.

You felt your peak coming embarrassingly fast, unable to formulate words as your eyes rolled back and you came undone in his mouth, walls spasming around his fingers. You rode out your high, your beautiful sounds of pleasure filling the room, Remer dry humping the mattress beneath him.

He pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath before smirking, “you tasted just as good as I imagined.”

“Have sex with me please,” you practically begged, pushing him down by his chest and straddling his waist. You had no idea where this sudden burst of desperation and confidence came from, but you knew you needed to feel him inside of you.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by smashing your lips together, grinding on his covered cock. He continued to kiss you, picking you up from under your ass to pull the towel off his body. That excitement grew once again when you felt his warm length bobbing against you, just as warm as his lips that enveloped your senses.

He pulled away, eyes hooded and dark, lips flushed and wet. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I want this so bad,” you breathed, pulling your dress off over your head, “please, I need to feel you.”

He pulled you in for a kiss again, lifting your hips lightly to collect the mixture of his saliva and your slick, rubbing it over his length.

He lined himself up with your hole, looking up at you with gentle eyes. “I don’t wanna hurt you, tell me to stop if I do, okay?”

You nodded, hands firmly on his shoulders, one of his on your waist, the other holding his length.

He slowly pushed the tip in, allowing you to slowly sink down onto him. The sting of the stretch took your breath away, your face slightly contorting in pain as you adjusted to the new sensation. Not only was this your first time, but he was thick and quite well endowed.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. “You okay?” He looked back up with concerned eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed, lip between your teeth as you slowly started to rock onto him. “I-I don’t know what to do,” you confessed sheepishly.

He nodded knowingly, gripping your hips gently as he began guiding you up and down his cock, softly thrusting his hips in time. Suddenly, all of the pain was replaced with pleasure and you swore you could feel your blood rushing through every vein and artery.

You started to bounce on him, feeling him hit that spot inside of you that you’d only manage to find on your own a few times. He quickened the pace, taking your soft moans and whimpers as your sign of approval.

“It feels so good,” you cried, resting your forehead on his now as you struggled to hold yourself up from pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, dipping his chin up to kiss you again.

“I think- I think I’m-“

“Cum for me, then,” he coaxed, making very articulate thrusts to hit that spot best he could. You came undone again, your walls tightening around his cock, his own orgasm not far. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Doug,” you moaned breathily in his ear, head now resting on his shoulder as his hands found their way to your ass. “Cum in me? Please?”

It sounded so innocent, he couldn’t help but finish right then and there, shooting hot ribbons inside of you, letting out his own (quite feminine) series of whimpers, your name being at the forefront of them.

You both laid there panting, neither of you bothering to move.

“Can we do that more?” You spoke up, head still resting on his shoulder.

“I’m wondering why we hadn’t done that already,” he laughed, just as fucked out as you.

“I think we just upgraded to super best friends.”

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #doug remer #doug remer smut #doug remer x reader

[remersgf]

his toy

matt stone x fem!reader

2.9k words

cw: smut, sex toys, biting, meanish!matt, some dom(m)/sub(f) dynamics, degradation, praise, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, size kink if you squint, roughish sex, dialogue heavy!!!

enjoy :3

“you look so pretty, mama.”

you blinked awake, yawning and adjusting your head against the pillow to find the familiar voice coming from behind you. 

“did i wake you up? ‘m sorry.”

“s’okay… when did you get home?” 

he let out a deep sigh; and even though it was nearly pitch-black in your room, you could make out a grimace on his face. he had been working his ass off at the office, you were lucky if he even came home at night. which he hadn’t been doing often. you missed him, and you knew he missed you too. he was just busy, and you had to be okay with that; even if it was lonely. 

“a little bit ago, you were on my mind all day. had to come home to you,” he mumbled, occupied with prying the shoes off his feet and stripping down to his boxers.

his hand met your hip as he shuffled in next to you, giving your plush flesh a small squeeze while he settled in. planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder and breathing you in. you felt his lashes flutter against your skin when he gently sunk his teeth into you.

“you smell so good, baby. you’re so soft,” he whispered into you, kisses traveling up to your neck.

“did you miss me?”

“‘course i did, can’t you feel me?” he rolled his hips slowly into your ass, proving his point and letting you feel his hardening cock, “did you miss me?”

a breathless gasp escaped your lips when you felt him rutting against you, the only barrier between your bodies was each other’s underwear. his hand splayed over your belly, pressing you closer to him. 

“mhm. i didn’t think you’d come home tonight, had to make myself cum before i went to bed.”

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m here now, though. what were you thinking about?” punctuating his question with a flit of his tongue against your ear.

you softly shook your head ‘no’, hiding your face in the pillow underneath you. 

“c’mon, don’t get shy on me. i wanna hear,” he chuckled lowly and nipped your earlobe.

“thought about you between my legs,” you breathed before continuing, “thought about your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me. thought about how you know exactly how to make me feel good, sometimes better than myself.” 

he nodded, taking your words in. you didn’t need to tell him how well he knew your body; he was well aware. the cocky motherfucker prides himself on the very fact. he was rutting against you with a purpose now, fingertips teasing your panty line just to ignore your core and moving down to grab at your thighs. his touch was gentle yet firm, taking his time to feel the silkiness and pudginess of your skin. he loved how you were always so soft, so squishy compared to his rough hands.

“how’d you do it? how’d you make yourself cum?”

you squirmed at his question, memories from earlier flooding back and making the wet spot on your panties grow. 

“i had two of my fingers inside at first, but it wasn’t enough.”

“what’d you do about it?”

“i- i got my dildo and my vibrator out. i sat on your side of the bed and rode it like it was your cock, and i held the vibe against my clit until i came. is that what you wanted to hear?”

he groaned in response, fingers dancing up until they met your flimsy, white tank top. he squeezed your breast, kneading it before pinching your adjacent nipple.

“dirty girl. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear, thank you, sweetie. is that why the sheets under me are sticky?”

“shut up! i know they aren’t, you’re just being mean.”

“you think this is mean? i can get a lot meaner.”

shaking your head in disagreement, you sighed and let a hand cover his. grabbing his wrist to slide it under your shirt, guiding him to squeeze your bare tits. 

“no need to get grabby…” he laughed. 

“quit teasing, then.”

“just wanna take my time with you, i miss you.”

you whispered it back to him, gasping barely a second later when he tugs on your nipple. your back arches and a whimper leaves your lips, pressing your ass further into his groin. you’re reciprocated with a low moan in your ear and his hand leaving your tit, trailing back down to your belly to slip his fingers just underneath the waistband of your panties. holding them there to show you that you’re his, the smallest indication of possession, just to remind you whom you belong to. his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a dark purple bruise into you. he’d gently bite your neck and shoulders, soothing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind. 

you reached your arm behind blindly to find the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his curls and pushing him further into you. you tried murmuring, ‘harder’, which only made him pull away from you.

“what’d you say? harder? you’re gonna have to ask nicer than that, y/n.” he said calmly, the contradiction of his words and tone making you dizzy.

“please, daddy, do it harder…” whispering, shame bubbling in your stomach.

“daddy? you gonna be my good girl tonight?” if you could see his face right now, you bet his eyes would be lit up like a christmas tree. it’s not often that ‘daddy’ came out, but when it did, a flip switched in matt. you underestimated how much he’d like it the first time you called him that, and you ended up not being able to walk the next morning.

you whined a ‘yes’ to him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get his fingers further down your pants. instead of calling you names and putting you over his knee to abuse your cheeks, like he normally would at your bratty attitude, he simply tsked and sunk his hand down to circle your clit. 

“okay, baby, whatever you want.”

his middle finger made tight circles around your clit while his teeth sunk into your shoulder once again, this time biting down deeper and staying there for a few seconds. he pulled away to admire his work, before moving closer to your pulse point and biting down again. your eyes squeezed shut when two of his fingers slid past your sopping folds, squeezing your thighs together to make sure he’d stay there.

“does that feel nice? i can’t really move with you squeezin’ me like this. spread your legs ’n make it pretty for me.” he grumbled, grabbing your jaw with his free hand so you’d face him.

even through the darkness, you saw his half-lidded eyes staring you down. you felt small, threatened almost, in this position. you meekly spread your legs for him, also taking it upon yourself to slide off your panties. he pulled back the covers slightly so he could watch you, taking the dainty panties from your hand when you had finished undressing.

“look, honey,” he flipped them inside out to see the wide glistening spot on the fabric and waited for your eyes to focus on him before licking the wet patch. his eyes fluttered shut as he tasted you, bringing it to his nose to inhale deeply afterward.

rendered absolutely fucking speechless, you could only look at him with wide eyes. you listened to him moan, just from smelling you. it was kinda sick and it made your stomach churn, but it made you throb at the same time. 

when he decided he was finished, he tossed the panties to the floor and slowly returned his hand to your aching pussy; only after taking the time to leave lingering touches across your stomach and thighs. his eyes scanned your face when he slid a finger in, watching your jaw fall open and your neck strain. he leaned into you, brushing his mouth over yours, and licked your puffy bottom lip. he slipped his tongue inside but you were barely able to kiss back. it became exceptionally harder when he slid another finger inside. 

“you’re so cute,” he giggled, “all messy with rosy cheeks, and all i’ve done is fucked you with a few fingers. are you that pathetic?” 

nodding, obeying, agreeing with whatever he says in hopes of getting what you want. but you know that what he’s saying is probably accurate; if you looked in a mirror, you’d see a fucked-out mess staring back at you. 

“can you hear yourself? listen,” he grabbed your hand off its place on his head and put it over your mouth, pressing down hard so your moans would be muffled, “shhh…”

like this, you could actually hear the wetness reverberating off his hand and your crotch. sickeningly sweet squelching sounds filled the space in between you and it made you drip, how good he was making you feel and how he knew exactly how to do it.

he watched you as he toyed with your pussy, gauging your reaction every time he pulled his fingers away and laughing in your face when you’d whine at the loss. with every curl and stroke of his fingers, your back jolted away from the bed and your head tilts upwards. he’d bring you so close to the edge, just to still inside you.

“i want y’cock, i wanna feel full,” you cry, whining to get your way.

“you wanna feel full? like how you felt earlier?”

his words made you freeze, you had almost forgotten that you told him how you played with yourself earlier. a whimper tumbled out of you and red washed over your face, trying to hide in your pillow again. 

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, princess, it’s just me. go get your vibrator and i’ll fill you up nice.” he cooed, ripping his fingers from your core and sucking them into his mouth.

you begrudgingly got out of bed and hobbled over to your dresser, digging around in the top shelf before revealing a small, pink toy. you threw it across the room onto the bed, aiming for the empty space next to matt but it ended up smacking against his chest and landing in his lap. you sucked your lips in to hold back a laugh as he stared at you blankly, finally laughing when your eyes widen. he mumbled ‘rude’ as his giggles died down and picked up the silicone toy, bringing it to life with a click of the button. 

sitting at his feet, you watched him inspect the toy. he seemed enthralled with it, even though this definitely wasn’t the first time he’s had it in his hands. he ran his finger over the length of it, pressing the button over again until it was at its highest speed. his eyes locked with yours as he brought it to his clothed cock, running the tip of the toy over his balls first until he reached the head of his dick. you watched as his jaw hung open and gentle moans left his mouth, how he whimpered when he circled the vibrator over his slit.

“i bet this is even better than my mouth, huh?” he said lowly, choking on a groan as he took the vibrations away from his painfully hard cock.

you shook your head fervently, assuring him that his tongue is much better than some buzzing inanimate object. it was the truth, you’ve never made yourself cum as hard with it as he has with just his fingers and tongue. he raised his brows at you in disbelief, but he didn’t argue. he slid off his boxers and carelessly threw them on the ground, joining the growing pile of clothes next to the bed.

“alright, mama. come here.”

you crawled into his lap, settling yourself on his thighs and grabbing his broad shoulders to hold you in place. he smiled up at you before dipping down and kissing your neck. it was chaste, a sheer distinction to what was about to happen. his fingers fiddled with the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head and taking your breasts in his hands once they fully appeared. 

“are you gonna show me how you made yourself feel good? my pretty girl…” he babbled, pinching your nipples before tucking your hair behind your ears. 

you nodded sheepishly, sitting up on your knees and wrapping your fingers around his cock. you smiled at his expression as you pumped over his length a few times, squeezing the tip ever so slightly when you reached the top. a groan bubbled out of him while he watched you jerk him off, your small hands such a stark contrast to his hard length.

he peeled your wrist away, taking himself in his own hand and lining it up with your wet pussy. he flicked his tip along your folds, pressing it up into your clit before sliding it back down. he pressed his fingertips into your hips, pulling you down to sit fully on him. 

you swallowed each other’s airy gasps as he stretched your walls, hot breath on your chest and yours fanning onto his forehead. he held you in place like that for a little, letting you adjust to his size.

“feel full?” he asked, not even waiting for your response to an answer he already knew, “don’t move.”

he blindly reached for your vibrator, tossed somewhere to the side and briefly forgotten about. he never turned it off, so when he finally put the pink toy to your clit, you jolted in shock.

the hand gripping your hip tightened when he felt you clench around him. with your head thrown back and your nails digging into matt’s freckled shoulders, you didn’t even realize he was laughing at you. and honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you knew.

every time your hips stuttered on his cock, trying to add to the friction, he’d wrap his arm around you and cement you in place. your gaze went from the ceiling to the arm around your waist just to see his bicep and forearm flexing and holding you tight. 

“love how small you are in my arms,” he whispered, noticing your infatuation with his arms, “love how easy i can toss you around.”

“please, please let me move- i wan’ it…”

“please, what?” 

“please, daddy,” there was that red-hot shame again, dripping down onto matt’s thighs.

“okay, honey,” he placed a kiss on your cheek before continuing, “you can move.”

without a second thought you were rolling your hips against his, his tip continuously rutting against the spongy spot inside you. he held the vibrator against his pubic bone so you could grind against it simultaneously, thrusting it against your clit deeper every time you moved forwards. 

“feels so good, mama. so tight around me. you feel like heaven.” he said in between planting kisses to your ear, his deep voice going through your ears and straight to your crotch. “you’re dripping all over my thighs, i can feel you fucking gliding on me. are you just so desperate?”

“yes- mphmmfuck, matt,” you moaned, “need to cum, ah!”

he cut you off with a thrust of his hips upwards, sending you toppling onto him and burying his face in your chest. he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting over the hardened nub before soothing it with his tongue. his kisses went up your chest and to your neck, suckling the skin harshly to leave another bruise. 

“sweet girl needs to cum.” he cooed, “already? i didn’t know my girl was such a slut.”

he groaned, almost whimpering in your ear before he started again, “who am i kidding, we both know how fucking slutty you are. just for me though, right baby? like how you were so needy you bounced on a plastic cock and pretended it was mine? were you sad there was no cum to fill this pretty pussy of yours?” 

his tone compared to the filthy things he was saying to you pulled you over the edge, spasming against him and clenching around his cock. the haze he had pulled you into made you feel drunk. you were so gone you didn’t even notice him start to fuck you, one hand on the bed for leverage and the other holding you upright. thrusting his hips into you at a ruthless pace, chasing his orgasm: desperately needing to give you what you craved. 

he finally released inside you, his warmth spreading over your walls as he slowed. he relaxed and fell backward, bringing you down with him and making you squeal softly when his cock hit a sensitive spot in the process. 

you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down, counting every beat. his hands found your hair and massaged his fingers into your scalp. 

“so good for me. thank you, baby.”

“thank you?”

“mhm. you deserve to be thanked. you know i’d get on my knees for you in an instant.”

you buried your head in his chest, not letting him see the stupid giddy grin adorning your face.

“love you s’much.” you whispered, muffled by his skin.

“i love you too, y/n.”

#hehehehe #matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #baseketball #doug remer #doug remer smut #trey parker #south park

[telekineticseance]

NOISE COMPLAINT

kinktober day two: roleplay

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: "officer" remer arrives on a noise complaint call

genre: smut

word count: 1932

cw: oral sex (m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), handcuffs, unprotected sex

author's note: this one was a lot of fun to write because i love writing silly remer moments

You groaned as you finished looking at yourself in the mirror, the black lingerie with the stockings and heels were a little over the top but Remer had specifically messaged you, asking you to put them on before he got home because he had something planned and said it was VERY important you wore that specific outfit.

The knock at the front door caused you to jump as you quickly grabbed your robe, wrapping it around as you walked towards the door. “Shit shit shit,” You whispered under your breath, looking through the peephole to see who it was only to see the peephole covered and blurry, “I fucking told him to fix that.” You muttered before opening the door seeing an officer standing at the door.

“Uh hello.” You spoke softly causing the officer to spin around. You were taken aback by the familiar face of your boyfriend with a serious look on his face as he looked at you, along with a cheap party store pornstache.

“Hello ma’am, I was called about a noise complaint coming from this establishment.” He spoke up, holding the very large belt buckle that sat on his waist.

You tried to hold back a laugh as you gave him a blank stare with the occasional blinking.

He got a little closer, leaning in, “It’s me. Remer. Your boyfriend.” He whispered softly.

“What are you doing?”

“I am here on a call of a noise complaint. Can I come in and have a look around?” He asked leaning back into his earlier position, thrusting his hips in the air as he rocked on his heels for a moment, keeping his hands on the belt buckle.

You continued to give him a look, confused as he continued to rock on his heels, eyes scanning you. “Doug..”

“Excuse me ma’am but it’s Officer Remer. Now please let me in to um…investigate?” He spoke the last part almost as if it were a question.

You let out a small sigh, deciding to play along with him, “Do you have a warrant?”

His eyes widened as he parted his mouth to speak, closing it, before speaking again, “I uh..I..” He dropped his hands to his sides as he started to pout slightly, “Really?”

“Really what? Do you have a search warrant?” You paused, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the door frame, “I know my rights, Officer Remer.”

He let out a small groan, reaching his hand into his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper, “Here’s that search warrant.” He gave you a small wink as he placed the paper in your hand.

You took the paper and skimmed over it before looking back at him, “This is a receipt for a cop costume.”

“Babe please.” Remer pouted again, practically stomping his feet at the fact you weren’t really playing along to the little scheme he had obviously been thinking about for a while.

You let out a sigh before returning your gaze back to the paper, “Oh I see you do have the right paperwork Officer. Please come in.” You dramatically moved to the side, motioning for Remer to come in, as he started to walk in, his shoes making loud thumping noises as he walked.

“So when was the noise complaint made Officer?” You asked, closing the door behind Remer, turning your gaze to him. His fake mustache was very obviously starting to fall off on one side and he noticed you looking before raising his hand to lay it back down before speaking up, “Just a few minutes ago. Said they heard screams and wanted to make sure nothing bad was happening.”

“Screams? Oh well nothing like that here I’m afraid. Just me all by my lonesome self.” You responded, getting an idea as you lowered the shoulder of your robe slightly, revealing the strap to the bra, along with a little bit of the breast part as well.

Remer turned his gaze from looking around to looking at you before gulping slightly at the sight of you slowly revealing lingerie. “Something the matter Officer?”

He quickly cleared his throat in response, straightening out as his gaze narrowed, “Well with no proof of it being quiet I’m afraid I will have to give you a ticket of some sort.” He pulled out a notepad as he said this, along with a pen which he tapped lightly on his tongue before writing, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“Ma’am this is no laughing matter.”

“You’re right, officer, I'm completely sorry. Please continue.”

You watched as he finished writing, ripping the page from the notepad before handing it to you with a terribly hidden shit eating grin on his face. “Now uh.. if you don’t want to have a ticket I’m sure we can find out.. other ways of payment?” He spoke while wiggling his brows and biting his bottom lip lightly.

The sound of your heels clicked on the floor as you walked across the room to the chair where you sat, crossing your legs and opening your robe so he could see the stockings and garters. You undid the tie around your waist as you let the shoulder of the robe drop even lower, “Oh dear officer. You’re right I don’t have the money for this.. What other forms of payment did you have in mind?”

Your gaze looked at him, trying to have the same pouty look porn stars give when they couldn’t pay for their pizza from the pizza guy.

“I have a few ideas.” He pulled out some handcuffs from the little side pouch he had and let them dangle on his finger, “Might have to take you down to the station though.”

You continued to try not to laugh from how silly this was becoming. “Oh dear, officer. If you insist.”

You stood up from the chair, dropping the robe down to the floor before walking over to Remer with your arms out, “Do what you need to do.”

His eyes scanned you as he licked his lips, before taking his bottom one in between his teeth. His hands moved to arms, forcing you to turn around before putting the handcuffs on your wrists.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do, officer?” You asked him, looking at him over your shoulder. “I think if you just gave me a minute of your time we could get this sorted out. I mean after all you said you had a few ideas.”

Remer’s grip on your wrists loosened before he turned you back around, “Get on your knees.”

You slowly got down to your knees, looking up at your boyfriend as you did so, before watching him start unbuckling his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out from underneath.

His hand started rubbing at his length, as you watched from his face down his hand. He used his other hand to messily collect your hair before he moved towards your mouth, putting his tip against your lips, “Open.”

You quickly obeyed, opening your mouth before he thrusted in. He started thrusting more aggressively than usual, but it wasn’t like you really minded.

The only noises that escaped from Remer were the soft pants and moans he would make when he would have his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around causing him to let out a deep groan, the grip on your hair tightening.

You felt your clit start to throb and ache from the sounds he would make, the feeling of him making you want him even more than you normally would.

You tried to move your wrists away from the handcuffs, hoping that you could relieve some sort of pressure from yourself by using your own hands but the handcuffs were surprisingly well made and unable to break.

His hips started to stutter as he thrusted, the occasional gagging you had against his length starting to slow. You felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat before he came, one last groan escaping from his mouth.

He pulled out, watching you swallow and wiping the excess cum from the side of your lips.

“What a good girl.” Remer’s voice spoke deeply as he grabbed your arm lifting you from the ground.

“Now about that noise complaint.” He spoke before turning you around, pushing you down to bend over the counter before pulling your panties down to your ankles.

He ran his fingers along your slit causing you to let out a gasp, digging your nails into your palm once he inserted the fingers.

“So wet already and I’ve hardly touched you.” He curled his fingers inside, pumping them a few times before pulling out causing you to whine.

“Calm down, I barely even pulled away.” He teased before you felt him slide his cock in causing you to let out a moan, feeling your walls stretch from the size. One of his hands held onto your waist, while the other grabbed the chain of the handcuff, holding himself stable while he thrusted.

The sounds spilling from your mouth were a mixture of moans and curses, feeling like the whole room was going black. Of course you and Remer had tried handcuffs before, but something about this time was different and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You felt Remer’s hand move from the handcuffs as he started to rub at your clit while he thrusted, causing chills to run down your spine, the sounds of your moans increasing.

“Fuck Doug,” You whimpered out, knowing how much he loved when you used his first name. Everyone called him Remer, it was his thing, even you called him that. But the sound of you moaning his name was music to his ears.

He thrusted faster, the tight grip on the chain just getting tighter before he lifted you up to where your back was pressed against his still clothed torso. You turned your head to look at him before he started kissing your neck, sucking and licking, everything he could to make sure to leave a few marks.

You felt chills start to build up throughout your body, feeling like you were going to explode. “So close.”

“Me too baby. Me too.” He whimpered into your ear. You loved the noises he would make when he came. A mixture of whines and whimpers as his hips stuttered, the noises almost sounded feminine when he did.

Suddenly, the chills in your body reached the highest point before it was almost like it stopped, your walls flexing around Remer’s cock as you felt his pacing grow sloppy, his heart racing against your back before he came for the second time that evening.

The breathing between you two was heavy, the occasional moan slipping out.

Shortly after, you felt Remer unlock the handcuffs, throwing them on the counter in front of you before turning you around so your ass was pressed up against the counter.

He pushed his lips into your, the feeling of the fake mustache he still wore causing you to giggle before he pulled away, “What’s so funny?”

You raised your hands pulling the mustache off his face, throwing it to the side. “I think you look better with a clean shave.” You whispered, lightly running your thumb across his upper lip.

“And I think maybe we should try doing a doctor one of these next?” He asked before kissing you once more.

#i hope y'all like this one and it makes up for the super short smut from day one #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day two #kinktober day 2 #matt stone #matt stone smut

[eatingstringcheese]

erm. thinking thoughts about remer. horndog, always you know. but he likes the soft slow stuff too. and like cock warming remer...like late at night. you're exhausted from work and he's exhausted from a game so you're cuddling in bed with his cock buried into you, talking about your days and just feeling each other. it's also safe to say that softness did not last. remer found the strength to fuck you properly. whining because he's just so sensitive from all the cock warming and when he finally cums (early probably) he'll immediately get down and eat you out until you finish, maybe once or twice before you both pass out, snuggled into each other.

#doug remer #doug remer x reader #matt stone #matt stone x reader #doug remer smut #doug remer x reader smut #baseketball #eatingstringcheese #eatingstringcheese posts

[moss4teeth]

NOOO CINQUIEME WAS CANCELLED WHILE I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION YOUVE GOTTA BE JOKING (I agree tho some of the DV stuff was weird and I’m not into the meta stuff but and unexpected assist was so good!!! They’re writing style was so goood!!!)

#doug remer #baseketball #matt stone #joe cooper #trey parker #doug remer x reader #doug remer smut #baseketball x reader

[saffronhaze]

Boss!Matt Stone and Assistant!reader need to talk about the kiss

The air from the open window made the office seem more inviting. It helped calm the nerves that rippled through your body and tickled your skin as you approached your boss's desk. "I know we have to talk about it," he said, "but I just don’t know where to start." His head hung slightly lower to the ground than usual, and his eyes scanned the carpet under his feet. His voice was missing the tinge of humor it usually held when he spoke to you.

He seemed so unsure of himself, unsure of what to say next. Many times, you’d join him in the writers room, where he did most of his work. You’d noticed every emotion cross his face and lace his voice. Every deep thought that developed in his mind and every point of aggravation—you'd noticed them all. This look was something new. You’d never seen him in this state before. "Please just know I don’t regret kissing you," he says as he looks up to catch your gaze.

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #trey parker #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #south park #trey parker x reader #matt stone smut #doug remer smut #joe cooper #joe cooper x reader

[unfilteredfilth]

A little Drabble.. I’m sorry for this but it’s been stuck in my mind all day..

Ok so you guys know the song Stargirl Interlude? Imagine this man hearing you play that, noticing the implications and asking if you want that to happen, then being fucked into from behind on the kitchen counter later in the night, tears forming at your eyes as you claw at the counter.. him calling you names (praise or degradation, depends on the man) as he fucks into you, walls squeezing around his cock. You can barely take the pleasure as he thrusts into you over and over, maybe a bit of multiple orgasms? Perhaps you’ve already cum and he keeps going just cuz it feels so good <3

I’m sorry but someone PLEASE turn this into a full thing I am desperate (I think this fits specifically Scaramouche, Ghost, König (Or other COD men for that matter) and Remer)

I wish I was a better writer.

#doug remer #kabukimono smut #genshin smut #scara #scara smut #scaramouche smut #childe smut #ayato smut #kazuha smut #ghost smut #konig smut #ghost x reader

[archivxx]

Used to have a girl a day. {Doug Remer x Reader}

Genre: smut smut smut.(18+)

Style: Oneshot.

Context: what a fun celebration party for Sir Swish.

“Fuck Remer.” You whispered out into the room. He had you pinned against the door, peppering kisses along your right shoulder and to your collar bone.

Up your neck and to your ear, stopping to whisper, “tell me how bad you want it.” This phrase elicited a throaty whine from you, which almost, only almost, threw him off. Then picking back up, kissing your cheek and eventually finding his way to your lips. Stealing small pecks from them. Each one had a power behind it that could bruise you. He kept pecking them, until you lost it a little, you couldn’t wait anymore. You cupped his cheek and held his head in place.

Your lips began to dance in perfect unison. He helped you wrap your legs around his waist still pinning you to the door. Once he was sure you were secure on him, he pulled you off the door, holding you up by your ass. His hands, for the most part, cupped your while cheek, the pressure was strong and his hands were warm. It was the perfect combination to get you into the mood, as if you weren’t already.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you continued to kiss. Only breaking briefly to catch air. Tonight, Remer was essentially acting on pure instinct. He had, pretty much, single handedly won tonight’s game, which gave him a rush of serotonin which motivated him to do all he could with you. He plopped you down onto the bed, your hair fanning out under you. He pulled back, as slowly as he could to savour your taste then admired you. He started at your for a couple beats, but not so many it got embarrassing. He then lowered himself back down, kissing your again with the same passion as before. His hands began to trail your body, along your arms and down to your hips then to your thighs, warmth left in his path. Every time Remer touched you it left you feeling tingly and warm, with out fail.

The more his hands trailed your body, his mouth started to follow along too. Instinctively, you lifted your head and allowed him to gain full access to your neck. He started by leaving wet kisses along your jaw. Not sloppy though. Then he moved to your neck, making work of marking it. The small nips and nibbled on your neck were overwhelming. You allowed another whine past your lips, thus indicating to Remer that you were becoming needy and desperate. He could play this two ways, tease you or not. He opted for the latter. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just as needy for you, as you for him.

His hands slid from your hips to the hem of your pants. He pulled them off, getting them down to the middle of your shin before you kicked them off. Next he made work of your shirt. It was clear to you he was desperate. He craved you. He played with the hem of your shirt for several seconds while he focused on leaving a hickey on your collarbone. He was finally about to take your shirt off you when beat him to it, only with his own shirt. You pulled off his undershirt. His jersey had been discarded a long time ago. You tossed it aside to admire him. Right in front of you stood the ever so dorky Doug Remer showing off his not so prominent, but just there, six pack and you needed nothing more than him. You grabbed his cheeks to catch his attention.

“I need you Doug.” He stared at you for a moment, seemingly processing the word. Then another moment passed and before you could even process it, he had his pants off and your shirt off, now both discarded on the floor. He hovered over your bra for a moment before looking at you for confirmation, you simply smile. Even after all the times you and Doug had had sex, he still felt as though he needed your confirmation to do things. He quickly took your bra off and hesitated for just a moment before pulling your wet panties. He stood up, looming over you for a moment, taking in your disheveled states then walked over to his drawer.

“God, Y/N you have a way with me.” He chuckled as he opened the drawer. He paused for a moment to calm himself a little then grabbed a condom out and closed the drawer. He walked back over to you and pulled his underwear off. His hard sprung free, and god was he hard. He quickly tore the condom open and rolled it on. You watched him, you couldn’t help but pick up on the way his arms flexed and the way the veins in his arms became a little more prominent then relaxed. Such a small action but it had a massive impact on you. You almost swooned.

Still fixated in the thought of his arms you hadn’t heard him tell you to spread your legs, and since you hand heard him, he decided he’d make you hear him. He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared at him for a moment. Flushing, what you can assume with the was a dark red from the mere heat you could feel in your cheek. He smiled down at you, but it wasn’t a sweet smile, it was mocking. The only added to your flushed state.

He placed his head against your slit, lapping the juices and spreading it along his cock. Each small rub on your slit elicited a small whine from you. Each whine went straight to his cock. He sighed and lined himself up, pushing just the head in. A small moan fell past your lips. Then he snapped his hips forward, pushing his length completely inside you, a long, high pitched whimper leaving his lips when he was completely inside. His abs flexing as he did. He hunched over you, his hands falling at either side of you head. He was staring at you, admiring you. You were staring at him, admiring him.

Once he was sure you were fully adjusted to him he started to snap his hips. Pushing in and out, starting off fairly slowly. Each thrust dragged a whimper out of him. Gradually he began to pick up speed, his arms collapsing under him and his head resting on your shoulder. Your arms snaked up from gripping the bed sheets to his back, grabbing onto it in, what was to him, the most sexy way possible. He sighed, snapping his hips at a fairly quick rhythm. He was really giving you his best today, trying his best to hit that sweet spot. He was doing a good job at it too.

You were finding it hard to keep up, your orgasm creeping up in your far faster than you had intended. Moans and pleas left your lips as he continued to hammer into you. God he was good. Small groans and whimpering falling against your skin with every snap of his hips. Leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He was evidently losing control as well. Praises fell past his lips as he ran his hands along your hips, occasionally stopping to grip at them.

The both of you were so close, a lot closer than either of you were prepared for.

Your orgasm came, hitting you like a truck. You hadn’t anticipated it, it was all sudden. Your hips snapped a few times in a poor attempt at riding it out, Doug didn’t stop though. He continued to pound into your contracting pussy. The squeezing was ultimately what caused him to lose control. His orgasm hitting him just as dramatically as yours had. He let out a long groan as he came into the condom. Panting against your nape.

“Shit Remer…” You huffed. you were just as out of breath as him, sweat beading along your hairline. You were completely fucked out. He’d really given his best this time.

Guess that’s what happens when he plays really well.

After a few minutes of catching his breath and basking in the post-orgasm adrenaline, he finally stood up, pulling out of you. He admired his work as his took the condom off and tied it off. Disposing of it. He walked back over to you to admire your state again.

You were sure in a state. Completely destroyed and there was only one culprit, him. And he didn’t feel and ounce of shame. Why should he? He made you feel utterly amazing.

He walked over to you and picked you up, taking you to a bathroom.

How he fucking loved you.

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Thinking about a really horny Doug remer,

like isn’t huge on pda but always has his hand on your thigh under the table, snaking upwards, thumb teasingly rubbing at your skin, innocent face but those beady eyes looking into yours saying the exact opposite

When standing, always at your side, hand resting lazily on your waist, occasionally sneaking to grab at your ass the second your distracted. He loves the way you scold him with your eyes, not saying a word as you nudge his arm.

Totally smacks your ass if you bend over or lean on a counter in front of him, does not care about the people around you.

If your calmly laying next to him in bed, he loves to have his arms draped around you, sometimes he’s domestic and just strokes his hand slowly up and down the small of your back. Other times, he’s grabbing at you, kissing at the back of your neck, whispering things in your ear.

Definitely the type to ask you for sex, even around people just murmurs it to you, kissing your cheek, he for sure pleads with you “please..let’s go, want you” leans into the crook of your neck and complains, whines whenever he wants you

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