#baseketball smut

[remersgf]

REMER WITH A BREEDING KINK ‼️‼️‼️ I REPEAT HIM WATCHING CUM LEAK FROM YOU I REPEAT HIM GETTING INSTANTLY HARD WATCHING YOU WHINE AS YOU ARE FULL OF HIM PLEASE WE NEED A ONE SHOT!!! Ily ily < 3

fill ‘er up!

doug remer x fem!reader

1.3k words

cw: smut, breeding, size kink (kinda), mention of pregnancy, unprotected p in v sex

enjoy!

“so fuckin’ beautiful like this,”

underneath remer, as you had been for the past hour, you laid on your back while he pounded unrelentingly into you. who’s surprised! legs over the shoulders, sticky sheets, the whole nine yards. you’ve had sex plenty of times, obviously: you did what couples did and yours and doug’s ridiculously high sex drives thrived off each other, but this time it seemed like everything was way more intense. he had your head caged in between his forearms and let his weight crush you, you were completely enveloped in remer. his smell, the warmth of his skin, the pressure of his body on top of you, it drove you crazy. after being denied your orgasm for the (seemingly) millionth time, he was finally ready for you to let go.

“please, honey, wanna feel you cum around me…” he groaned, followed by a sharp gasp directly into your ear.

you whined when you saw his hand trail down your stomach, knowing exactly where his wandering fingers would end up. they lingered on the lower part of your belly first, pressing down into your plush skin so he could feel himself moving inside you.

“watch, baby- i can see myself fucking you… ‘m so big there’s a bulge in your stomach.”

he watched your face, contorted in ecstasy, with his jaw agape. he couldn’t believe how unreal you looked. hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth wide open to let out gentle moans and gasps. you looked so soft, delicate.

when his hand didn’t budge from its place on your tummy, you silently begged him to touch you further; bucking your hips up as much as you could in your position to try and meet his fingertips.

“please…” you whispered meekly.

“so needy.” he giggled, pressing down on your belly one last time before finally moving down and cupping your pussy.

jolting when you felt his slender fingers meet your core, he collected the dripping slick that threatened to fall down to the sheets before moving up and tracing shapes on your aching clit.

“doug,” you breathed, blinking up at him wantonly.

“i know, i know what you need, baby. i’ll give it to you.”

his fingers danced on your clit at a steady pace, fucking into you simultaneously and nudging his tip against the spongy spot deep within you. you moaned when you remember the first time he found that spot, when you ended up soaking him and the bed and fell asleep that night in soggy sheets.

the thought alone pulled you over the edge, drawing remer close so you had something to grab onto.

a tumbled, whiny moan rattled out of you as you let go, head lolled back and neck straining. you were absolutely helpless under him; pathetically trying to squirm around under his body weight and whining every time his fingers made a revolution around your clit. doug watched you fall apart with desperate eyes, groaning when your sharp nails dug into his shoulders.

he slowed down and pressed frenzied kisses to your neck as he fucked you through your orgasm, observing your face to make sure you were okay while gently rocking into you.

“oh my god…” you murmured to yourself, still blissfully clenching around his throbbing cock.

“feel good?” remer panted, stuttering hips failing him when he tried to stay still inside you.

“mhm… doug?”

“yeah?”

“i don’t want you to pull out when you cum, will you do it inside this time?”

you swore you could see his eyes light up at your request. it was almost like a switch flipped in him, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs further apart before thrusting into you harshly.

“i’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for weeks now, fuck yes i’ll cum in you,” he groaned shakily, nearly growling out of fervor.

his hair tickled your face when he looked down in between your bodies to see himself slide in and out of your core. his cock felt delicious: dragging in and out of you and stretching your walls perfectly. he fucked into you at such a vigorous pace you knew you were gonna have trouble walking in the morning.

when he got closer he started wailing softly, and you had to scan his face to gauge if it was in pain or pleasure. it was definitely the latter. with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, his eyes fluttered closed as his hips faulted. he was so far gone, knowing that he was finally going to fill you full of his cum instead of spilling on your belly made him moan girlishly.

“gonna do it, baby. gonna pump you full of my fuckin’ cum. gonna watch it spill out of y- fuck,” he panted, face twisted in a wicked display of need.

you reached up and held his face as he fucked you, a giggle threatening to escape your lips at his concentrated expression. your soft pleas for him went through his ear and straight to his cock, jaw clenching at your delicate voice. the only warnings he gave you before cumming were cursing and digging his fingertips into your skin, keeping an iron-grip hold on your plush hips.

“shit, oh fuck- ah-!”

he pushed into you finally with his cock pulsing and releasing within you a foreign, gooey warmth coating your walls. it was insanely intimate, and the risk of possibly getting pregnant made you feel light-headed with elation. you watched him press inside you, riding out his orgasm and trying to produce and fuck as much cum into you as possible.

when he slowed and stopped he remained inside, panting above you and letting himself collapse against your body. with your legs still sitting on remer’s shoulders, you were bent like a fucking pretzel. you felt his hot breath against your neck and his dick softening around your core; a uniquely gratifying feeling.

you stayed like that for a little bit, enjoying his weight on top of you, letting him bury his face in your neck as you scratched his back soothingly. after a while he picked himself back up, facing you with a wide, lazy grin.

“prop yourself up on your elbows, watch me pull out,” he murmured, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and sitting up ever so slightly on his knees to get a good view.

“are you ready?”

you were more than ready, skin tingling with anticipation as you whined, “c’mon, doug, i wanna see it!”

he intended to tease you for a little longer, but in reality, that’s not what he wanted. he’s been waiting to see his cum drip from your cunt for forever, he wasn’t going to delay it any longer. slowly, he slid out of you with a wince. you both watched intently, eyes trained on your crotch.

as soon as the tip of his dick eased out of you, so did a string of white.

“fuck…” remer muttered, “baby, um- do you think you could, maybe like, push it out?”

you raised your eyebrows at his request and giggled, hoisting yourself up and letting your hands hold your weight. awestruck and already becoming hard again, he waited patiently for you.

you did exactly as he asked, making yourself clench around nothing in hopes of watching his dna seep from you. it worked.

a spurt of white liquid oozed from your core with a final clench, dripping down all the way to your ass and onto the sheets. you clenched and pushed until there was nothing left to escape you, until both you and doug were fully satisfied.

“that was the hottest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever seen. ever. can i do it again?” he breathed before a wicked grin crept on his face.

“only if you’re buying the plan b.”

“deal.”

he flipped you on your stomach and raised your hips towards him, pumping his lubricated dick before tapping it on your pussy, glazed with white.

“thank you,” he whispered, sinking back into you with no hesitation.

#wake up cocksuckers #hi guys #me x the word ‘fuck’ #doug remer #doug remer x reader #doug remer smut #baseketball fanfiction #baseketball smut #baseketball #matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone 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

[joecooperzz]

Just accidentally thought too hard about pegging Coop and got so horny so fast I could pass out.

Imagine him begging and whining and getting all teary. He'd be all embarrassed, but so desperate, just pleading for it. You could get him to say anything you asked him to while you did it, even if he would turn bright red every time. He's sooooo noisy and he's almost ashamed of it, but he just can't keep quiet when you're fucking him. Every time you slap your hand over his mouth to drown him out, he gets more and more riled up. He loves it when you tease him, humiliate him, bring him to tears, as long as you hold him afterwards. 🖤

#joe cooper x reader #baseketball x reader #baseketball smut #trey parker x reader #joe cooper x fem!reader #coop

[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.

#matt stone #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #matt stone smut #doug remer smut #fanfic #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[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

#eatingstringcheese #eatingstringcheese posts #eatingstringcheese oneshots #doug remer #doug remer x reader #doug #remer #sir swish #matt stone #matt stone x reader #baseketball #south park #doug remer smut #doug remer fluff

[adidastain]

down the hatch

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: oral sex (M receiving), alcohol use, nausea

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 3564

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“Matt.” 

My voice carried softly as I approached my roommate in our dimly lit kitchen. The hour was late and what a night it was for him. 

“I know you’re upset. C’mon,” I continued, opening my arms. I was in my pajamas, having stayed up late to watch the Oscars ceremony and see my best friend’s best friend lose the award to Phil Collins for Tarzan. Matt had gone to a party afterward to come down from the acid he’d been on all night and was still in his wine-red dress shirt, the buttons halfway undone. 

“I’m not upset,” he said calmly. His gaze remained fixed on the shot of tequila he was pouring for himself. The lack of eye contact was a dead giveaway. 

“You are,” I insisted. I didn’t like seeing him upset. In a way, I was afraid of it; sure he always had an attitude, but when Matt was really upset about something, he’d rain ash and sulfur on whoever or whatever it was that upset him. “C’mere.” 

I tugged on the sleeve of his silky-soft shirt, pulling him towards me. Matt exhaled heavily, setting the bottle down and turning his broad body to face me, and he let me wrap my arms around his neck. I buried my face into his neck, his skin soft and warm. His curly hair tickled my nose as I moved. 

Matt was always kind of weird about hugs. It took him a few seconds before he actually hugged me back, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and holding me close. There was no doubt that he was exhausted. 

“I know you both worked really hard,” I whispered. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say; I always sucked when it came to words. 

“Mm,” Matt hummed unresponsively. 

I leaned back so I could look him in the eyes. 

“You may not have won the Oscar, but you did win my heart,” I said dramatically. I batted my eyelashes at him, watching as he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Shut up,” he said, letting go of me. He was grinning, shaking his head as he turned away to pour his tequila down the hatch. 

As he swallowed, I carefully removed the small glass from his grasp, setting it down on the counter behind me. Matt cringed at the taste of the tequila, shaking his head. 

I had to admit, he looked absolutely divine. His shirt was a gorgeous, deep red color that fit him absolutely perfectly. His broad chest and biceps practically bulged out of the silky fabric. The blazer he’d been wearing earlier in the night had been since discarded on the counter, alongside a small duffel bag containing the infamous pink dress he’d sported in the afternoon. Which, I have to say, looked just as amazing on him. 

My hands snaked around his waist, hugging him again. 

“Seriously, though. You know you can tell me anything,” I said, looking up at him. He didn’t hug me back, simply continuing to put the bottle of tequila back in the refrigerator next to us. 

“I know. And I told you,” he sighed, looking down at me with tired, half-lidded eyes. “I’m not upset.” 

“Anything you need, Matt,” I ignored him. “I’m always here for you.” 

He chuckled slightly, taking a step back as he slid out of my arms. I looked at him with puppy eyes, carefully watching his body and muscles shift and flex each time he moved. 

“Anything, huh?” he repeated, crossing his arms. This only made his chest and biceps look bigger and more muscular.

I nodded. “Anything,” I confirmed. 

Matt raised his eyebrows and smirked, looking all around the room except at me. “Even…” he said, trailing off to let my mind fill in the blanks. He nodded downward to gesture to his crotch. 

“You’re disgusting,” I rolled my eyes. Though, to be completely honest, I didn’t think it was the worst idea he could have had… 

Once, many, many moons ago, after several rounds of drinks, I remember getting fingered by Matt in the back of a limo. I don’t remember where we were or why we were in a limo exactly, but we were definitely both completely drunk and undoubtedly sexually frustrated. We never brought it up to each other though. I just assumed it was a dream for a little while, until we received a letter from the limousine service stating that we wouldn’t be allowed to book from them again. 

“But sure. Only for you,” I continued. 

Matt’s head practically snapped up to attention, looking at me with shock as the color drained from his face. “What?” 

“I’ll give you head. If that’s what you want,” I said, shrugging. I turned around so that my ass was facing him and he couldn’t see how flushed my cheeks were becoming. 

“I was just joking,” he laughed, swallowing harshly. 

“No you weren’t,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I poured myself a glass of water, turning back around to face him again. His jaw was tense, one hand rubbing the back of his neck while the other sat at his side. “You? Joking about getting head? Not a chance.” 

I took a sip of water, not-so-accidentally letting it spill onto my chin and neck. Matt’s eyes were fixed on my now soaking wet collarbone. I watched his throat shift beneath his skin as he swallowed harshly. 

“You really… You’d do it?” he asked. 

“Do what?” I responded. Play dumb. 

“Suck me off?” 

“Oh. Mhm,” I smiled. “If it’ll make you feel better.” 

Matt chuckled, looking down at his hands. I took another sip of water, wiping my mouth on the back of my wrist. 

“Go sit down,” I told him, topping off the glass with more water. Matt did as I said, hesitant at first. However, it didn’t take long for him to somewhat frantically scramble to get his ass onto the sofa before I could follow him. 

I thought about getting to put his hot, throbbing, aching length into my mouth and taking it down my throat. Using my tongue to pay extra attention to little spots along his shaft in order to earn soft sounds of pleasure from deep inside him. My hands roaming every inch of his body, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel like no one else has ever made him feel. 

My eyes rolled back in my head slightly as I pictured his hand tangled in my hair, pushing my head down further along his length while his tip bruised the back of my throat. 

“Are you coming?” he said. I think he was trying to sound irritated, but was too nervous to pull it off. 

With that, I joined him in the living room, anxious to see him sprawled out and ready on our sofa. And he was; he had his arms resting up on the back of the couch, all cocky, with his legs spread and his body slouching. Dickhead.

He was, without a doubt, pitching a sizable tent beneath those snug black pants of his. The reality of what I was about to do to my best friend hit me like a train. Sure, we’d messed around before, like I said. But this was different. We were sober. I was sober, at least. 

The entire house was silent, so much so that my ears were practically ringing. It was dark except for the light in the kitchen, which shone from behind, giving his crown of curls a glowing halo. He looked up at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I positioned myself to lean over him. 

A breathy, soft groan left his lips as I carefully placed my knee on his crotch, applying the smallest amount of pressure so as to not hurt him. Not long after, I kissed him, one of my hands digging into the couch cushions behind him to prop myself up. I kept my kiss gentle, almost ghostlike, barely touching his lips at all. 

Matt looked to be in shambles as I backed away from him again, sinking down onto my knees in front of the sofa. He stared at me, looking both tense and nervous, while also completely dumbfounded and almost awestruck. 

“Hurry up and take your belt off, douchey. I’m tired,” I teased him, running my hands over his clothed thighs. 

Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes, raising his hips so he could start undoing his belt, freeing his hips from the snug confines of the leather strap. He set it off to the side and shimmied out of his dress pants, which pooled down to his ankles, rendering him bare-legged in a skimpy pair of boxers. 

I didn’t waste much more time before trailing wet kisses up the inside of his thigh, massaging the other with my hand. I pulled his boxers down, slowly, running my fingers along the waistband until they sat at his ankles atop his discarded dress pants. There, standing tall and dripping with impatience, was the real star of the show. 

I swallowed. It wasn’t so much the length I was concerned about as far as size went, but the sheer girth and thickness of his cock. My hand wrapped around the base of it and my fingertips were nowhere near touching my thumb. 

“You okay?” Matt asked me, his tone low and cold. I could see concern in his face, however. 

I nodded, adjusting my position and pulling all of my hair to rest on one shoulder. Matt reached down to tuck one stray strand behind my ear, gently running his thumb along my cheek in the process. 

My eyes veered away from his, shame bubbling up inside me. Maybe not shame so much as humiliation. I took a moment to build up the spit in my mouth, feeling shy under his gaze. 

“Don’t look at me,” I mumbled with a mouthful of spit. Matt chuckled softly, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. I stared at his neck and throat as he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair. 

I leaned over his cock and let a dribble of spit fall from my lips, before subsequently beginning to place soft kisses all over his tip, the skin smooth and warm. I held the base of his length with one hand, using the other to massage his thigh. Matt’s body shivered slightly as I trailed kisses up and down his shaft. 

I looked up at him one last time. His bottom lip was trapped under his teeth, eyebrows furrowed, hands gripping the back of the sofa. I’d barely even started and he was already struggling. Must’ve been a while for him. 

From then on, my kisses were wet, sloppy and open-mouthed. Up until I flattened my tongue and the tip of his cock slid into my mouth. 

Matt sharply gasped through his nose, his body shuddering from the shock. He moaned softly with his mouth closed and I felt his hand caress the back of my head, fingers running through my hair as he grabbed a fistful of it. 

“Mmn… Good,” he exhaled. I opened my eyes to look up at him, seeing his face and body scrunched up and tense. Matt adjusted his position, and now the top of my head was grazing his stomach as I moved up and down. 

The sounds he made, combined with the feeling of his warm flesh moving in and out of my sore mouth had me subconsciously squeezing my thighs together. I slipped my free hand underneath my shorts in order to start rubbing slow circles into my clit, before taking a deep breath and lowering my head, letting his cock slide into my throat. 

“Oh fuck,” he whined, pushing my head down further. His body crashed into the back of the couch, his back arching and thighs beginning to squeeze my head. “Fuck me, I needed this so bad…” 

I let out an exaggerated moan for the sake of giving him a little bit of vibrational stimulation. It wasn’t entirely fake though.

“Yeah?” he panted. Matt chucked slightly. “I bet you like that… good girl…” 

I rolled my eyes and pulled off of him, removing my hand from inside my pants. “I’m never letting you live that down,” I said. 

“Shut up,” he said lightheartedly. Matt gripped my hair more harshly, almost forcing his cock back into my mouth without warning.

My gag reflex immediately pushed back and my eyes started watering. I winced slightly, pinching the skin of his thigh hard. 

“Ow!” he hissed. I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, wiping the tears away from my eyes. “Sorry,” he said softly. 

“So mean,” I mumbled with his cock in my mouth. Matt scratched my scalp a little, making a small effort to soothe my discomfort. 

“I was close,” he told me, before I started moving again. He took a moment to gently brush all of my hair out of my face and wipe the tears from my eyes. I loved when he’d let his soft side out. That’s how I knew he wasn’t really upset anymore. 

A few minutes went by, most of which I spent teasing him. Swirling my tongue around his tip over and over, hesitant to take him down my throat again out of anxiety. I’d had many catastrophic experiences giving head before. Now that I’d gagged already, I really wasn’t trying to let that happen again. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked me amidst rapid, heaving breaths. 

I nodded, humming into his cock. Matt stroked the back of my scalp and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing harshly. 

I shook my head, looking up at him. He was looking down at me, with a loving, yet lust-filled gaze. 

Seeing his face flushed a scarlet pink color, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and feeling his hand tangled in my hair gave me a little more confidence. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I let his cock slide into my throat once again. 

A deep, guttural moan left his body as his tip pressed against the back of my throat. His back arched and he hissed as I began sucking slightly with each movement. I let one of my hands travel up underneath his shirt so I could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten every other second. His fingers dug deeper into the back of my head, pushing me further and further down. 

“Y/N…” he moaned quietly. My stomach flipped and my immediate response was to laugh. Matt laughed slightly as well, until it quickly faded and he was back to grunting and whimpering. 

“Mmn… perfect,” he hummed, almost as if he were growling, his voice so deep. “I’m so close…” 

I let out a small, slightly higher-pitched moan as I adjusted my neck to take him deeper down my throat. It didn’t take long for him to start squeezing my head between his thighs while his hips bucked upward into my face, fucking my mouth. Part of me really wished he was fucking me for real. 

Suddenly, I gagged again, but didn’t let go. He was close and I, very selfishly, was dying to feel his hot cum shoot down my throat. 

“Keep going,” he whimpered, relaxing the grip he held on my head. I felt tears welling in my eyes as I opened them to look up at him. He was looking down at me, face flushed, temples glistening with sweat, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed in desperation. He looked absolutely pitiful. 

I paused for a moment to force the tears out from between my eyelids, trying my hardest to avoid triggering the reflex again. I must’ve been subconsciously holding my breath for a minute or two, because I was practically gasping for air through my nostrils. 

That was my least favorite part about giving head. But in the end, it was all worth it. 

I kept bobbing my head, moaning slightly each time I felt his tip press into the back of my throat. I was getting pretty sore at this point, but he was right; he was definitely close to the edge. Only a few more seconds and he’d be done for. 

I shifted slightly in order to caress his balls, but before I could even take them in my hand, Matt’s entire body tensed up. His soft, strangled moans echoed through the entire house as his hips shuddered and trembled, until I felt the hot sensation of his cum hitting the back of my throat and dripping downward. After a second or two, Matt’s hand slid off my head to rest at his side. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled, panting. He let out another whine or two as I carefully pulled away from him, swallowing what was in my throat. My tongue ran over his tip as his cock slid out of my mouth, coating the muscle in the last few strings of his cum. It was warm and my eyes practically rolled back in my head as I tasted it. Once I was off of him, I sort of collapsed, letting my head fall and crash into his knee, and I started to cry. 

I swallowed again, and I became aware of a dry, aching feeling in my throat. My neck was stiff and my head started pounding. I pressed my face against his leg, trying to suppress the discomfort and nausea. 

Matt took a few seconds to catch his breath and give me small praises like, “That was incredible,” and “I really needed that.” I responded with nothing but a small laugh. Then he pulled his boxers back up, and noticed me crying. 

“Y/N,” he squeaked, his own voice slightly dry and raspy. I looked up at him, still drawing deep breaths in and out through my nose. He pulled his boxers on and grabbed my hands to help me up onto the couch. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, giggling softly. I nodded, no words coming to mind. 

Matt swallowed and wiped a tear away from my cheek. “You look really pale,” he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. 

Again, I nodded, closing my eyes and letting my forehead rest against his. “Just need a minute,” I said, barely whispering. 

He tucked my hair behind my ear and pushed it behind my shoulders, running his fingers through all the knots he might have made from balling his fist into it several times. It felt nice. 

His lips softly grazed against mine, creating a small clicking sound when he pulled away. I let out a heavy exhale and looked at him, exhaustion ever present in both my body and my mind. Matt pulled me closer, whispering in my ear. 

“I’m not upset anymore,” he said, smiling. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, burying my face into his neck. “I’m okay.”

“Do you want some water?” he asked me, taking my hand in his. 

“I’ll get it in a sec,” I sighed, swallowing. “I still feel nauseous.”

“Okay,” he breathed. “I’m sorry.”

“Say ‘I’m sorry’ one more time,” I laughed dryly. Matt chuckled, kissing my neck while carefully intertwining his soft fingers with mine. 

We sat for another minute or two and I was eventually able to get up and get some water. The lateness of the hour hit me hard once I came back from my fatigued, post-head state. Matt was practically merciless when it came to the aftercare, asking to do all these things like massage my neck and play with my hair. It was endearing, but I couldn’t tell if he was doing it to make me feel better or to keep his mind off of the stupid Oscars. Both were very likely. 

Matt didn’t bother to shower or anything, quickly changing into a large tee and a clean pair of boxers for bed. He lingered in the bathroom doorway, watching me move like a sloth as I brushed my teeth and washed my face. 

“Can I help you?” I asked with a mouthful of toothpaste. My eyes made contact with the reflection of his through the mirror and he smiled at my teasing. 

He took a few steps closer to me as I spat out the toothpaste, wiping my mouth on the back of my wrist. Before I could even turn to face him, he placed his warm hands on either side of my waist and kissed me deeply. 

My first response was to push back slightly, but the kiss was so warm that I couldn’t even protest and immediately melted into him, my hands pressed against his torso. I got the most intense chills; my heart was beating so fast that I was worried I’d faint right there in his arms. 

“Mm. Minty,” he hummed with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. I rolled my eyes and pushed his body away from me. 

“Give a man head one time, and suddenly he wants to be your boyfriend,” I sighed.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to be your boyfriend,” he grinned, making himself comfortable with his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, beginning to place soft kisses along my neck. “The head was just a bonus.” 

I rolled my eyes again, unable to smother the grin that was overtaking my face. “Typical.”

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'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. 

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[mabelstone]

Teachers Pet

matt stone x reader

summary: part four of Professor Stone.

words: 2144

note: i’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but i felt like writing some angst for this one. minor warnings of explicit content. minor humiliation kink and consensual choking.

my absolute fav, mean!dom matt.

here's my masterlist for the previous chapters.

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The way he looked at you that lesson made you feel sick. You walked in and sat at your usual spot, your professor entering just on time as always. Instead of chirping his usual, “morning,” to the class, he dropped his things onto his desk and sighed. He glanced in your direction briefly and you smiled at him. He quickly looked away, expression not changing at all. Okay, maybe he had a bad morning? You knew he had a good night, so what changed in the last 12 hours?

“I’ll wait,” he sighed grumpily, waiting for the class’ murmurs to die down. He looked down and fiddled with his pen as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The class eventually got the hint, the room quickly growing silent. “Great. Today we’re revising chapter 30. Your exam is in two weeks, so I want there to be no talking, and everyone is to pay attention.”

His tone was flat and his face was expressionless. He grabbed out a whiteboard marker and began writing equations on the board. Your classmates looked at each other in confusion, raising their eyebrows, mouthing, “I don’t know?” at one another. The class listened, nobody even whispering to their friends.

You were so confused as to why he was acting this way, but you decided that you didn’t want to make it worse. Yet, on the other hand… You could have some fun with this.

“Alright. Let’s see who studied.” He mischievously smirked, turning to face the silent class. “Who can explain this equation to me?”

Some students raised their hands unconfidently, the professor pointing to a random student. They explained the equation in a voice slightly too soft for his liking.

“Speak up,” he huffed, leaning on the edge of his desk. You knew it was fucked up, but there was something so sexy about him being so pissed. The student cleared their throat before perfectly explaining the equation, you of course barely understood as your tutoring sessions didn’t consist of much tutoring.

“Good. That’s one of you that actually listens,” he chuckled to himself dryly, continuing to scribble more scenarios onto the board. Everyone nervously copied down what he was writing, but you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off him.

You sat forward on your elbows, admiring the way he used his hands a little too much when he explained things, the way he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair or trailed his fingers over his stubble.

He rolled his eyes when he saw you were the only one not doing your work, quietly walking over to your desk. “This is why you don’t perform well,” he seethed, eyes dark and angry. He spoke only loud enough so you could hear.

“I’m sorry sir, I-“

“Save it,” he cut you off, angrily opening your book for you and roughly placing your pen in your hand. “You need to try, Y/N, or I won’t help you anymore.” He threatened as he began to walk away.

“Oh please, we both know you don’t wanna give that up.” You retorted back like a smart ass, making him stop in his tracks. You really shouldn’t have said that. He turned back to glare at you, the anger inside him only growing fiercer when he saw the cocky smirk on your lips.

He shook his head and walked back up to the front to write a new equation on the board. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together loudly, startling the entire class. “Hmmm..” He pretended to scan the class to ‘randomly’ pick a student, finger pressed to his lip. “Y/N, can you come up and complete this please?”

Your heart dropped when he fired the same cocky smirk your way, waiting expectantly for you to get out of your seat. You did, your legs nearly giving out on the short walk to the whiteboard. He handed you the marker with a deadpan stare, motioning to the board.

Your face was hot, you couldn’t believe he would do this to you. You picked the wrong day to give him attitude. You took a deep breath and uncapped the marker, shaky hands travelling to the board. You filled in the equation to the best of your ability, your professors' stare boring holes into peripheries. “I-I’m stuck,” you spoke to him hushed, giving him a pleading look.

“What was that?” He asked loudly, eyes gleaming meaner than before.

You closed your eyes and sighed before repeating yourself slightly louder, “I’m not sure what comes next.”

“Maybe you should ask a classmate,” he feigned sympathy, his lips quirking up into a condescending grin.

You turned to the class, fighting hard to not tear up from embarrassment. You opened your mouth but no words came out. The whole class felt bad for you, shocked at your professors' unprofessionalism.

He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that lesson and turned to the other students. “Can anyone please help her?”

“I will,” one of the nice boys you’d interacted with a few times spoke up, walking up to you with apologetic eyes. He took the marker and explained to you and the class what came next and how he got the answer.

He was quite cute, bleached blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. You knew he was doing a film degree and also taking this class for the extra credits. You couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, though. He turned to you and smiled once finishing, placing the pen back in your hands.

“Thank you,” you blushed, smiling wide at his kind gesture. “That was so sweet.”

You both walked back to your seats, exchanging another smile before sitting back down. Matt’s plan to humiliate you had worked, and then backfired on him completely.

As the class ended, you grabbed your things and began heading out; a big change from staying back after every lesson. You looked back at your professor who’s eyes were locked on you, following you to the nice boy from earlier.

“Um, thank you again for that,” you smiled sweetly, gently placing your hand on his arm. “You really saved me there, I owe you one.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” he chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “I don’t know why he did that, he’s an asshole.”

You laughed in agreement, unaware of the jealousy boiling in Matt’s stomach.

“If you ever need a hand with studying, I’m happy to help.” He offered with a genuine smile.

“Thank you! Here, give me your number,” you handed your phone to him, Matt’s hands balling into fists at his side. Trey was his name. You texted a smiley face to his number and thanked him again before saying your goodbyes.

Before you were able to reach the door, your professor spoke up. “Y/N.”

You turned around to face him, letting the door shut behind you. “Yes?” You grumbled, arms folding in front of you.

“Come here,” he commanded, pulling a chair up by his desk.

You cursed your legs for obediently dragging you to the front of the hall, stopping yourself in front of his desk.

“Care to explain what the fuck that was?” He growled, his stance mirroring yours but somehow... angrier?

“What do you mean,” you laughed exasperatedly, “you mad your little stunt to embarrass me didn’t work?”

“You really need to watch that mouth of yours,” he warned, stepping toward you. You felt intimidated, but tried not to show any sign of it. “It’s gonna get you in trouble some day.”

“Well maybe I’ll just get help from Trey from now on,” you spat back, legs weakening as he stepped even closer, face only inches from yours now.

“Don’t forget who marks your papers.”

You scoffed in disbelief, taking a step back from him. Amusement painted your face when you realised, “you’re jealous!”

“I’m not jealous,” he rolled his eyes, leaning back against his desk. “But I’m not gonna fuck you while somebody else is.”

As toxic as it may be, this new side of Matt turned you on like crazy. Seeing him all riled up over exchanging numbers with someone… you couldn’t imagine how he’d react if you did something actually worth being jealous over.

“Why do you even care?” You laughed in his face, trying to ignore the arousal forming between your hips. You stepped toward him again, close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. “You act like you don’t even like me. I think you just want to fulfil your sick fantasies with me.”

He didn’t like that. He grabbed your throat and flipped you around, the back of your hips roughly slamming into the desk behind you. A strangled moan escaped your lips as he towered over you with rage.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that,” he growled, pushing your back onto the desk and separating your legs before stepping between them.

You whimpered under his grip, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to capture him in a heated kiss. “So desperate,” he tsked, pulling away.

He let go of your throat and pulled your shorts down, revealing white lace panties with a pink bow stitched into them. He prodded at the wet patch forming in the front, pulling them to the side and licking a stripe up your clit without warning. You gasped at the feeling, lifting yourself up on your elbows to watch him. He looked breathtaking. his eyelashes fluttering as he focused on making you feel good. You weren’t gonna last long, not with a sight like that. He moved his head down slightly to thrust his skilled tongue inside of you, his nose brushing your clit in just the right way. Once he added his fingers, it was over for you.

You felt your breathing pick up, your whines growing higher in pitch. “Professor,” you moaned, thighs trembling as they barricaded his skull in place. Just as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers and that godly tongue, stepping back.

You whined in frustration, on the verge of tears for the second time. He simply shushed you with a smirk, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

He pulled out his cock and you went limp. You’d been imaging how he’d feel for a while, and now you were getting impatient. He spat on his hand, stroking himself before lining his cock up with your hole, a hand forcefully gripping your hip. You roughly gripped his shoulders, begging, “please, sir, please.”

With a grin, he slowly pushed himself in, letting out a low groan at the feeling of your wet, tight entrance. He slowly thrusted for a moment, picking up his pace once you’d both adjusted.

Your eyes began rolling back, screaming obscenities. He was quick to place a hand over your lips, mouthing shut up with a stern look. You whimpered under his touch, rhythmically moving your hips with his. Hand still over your mouth, he laid his body forward, practically on top of you as he annunciated with every thrust, “don’t… you… dare… disrespect me… again.”

He was so thick, stretching you wonderfully as a tear rolled down your cheek, the ecstasy becoming overwhelming. He thought you looked beautiful like this, eyebrows knitted together, switching between wide eyed when he’d hit your g spot, and eyes screwed tightly shut when the pleasure became too intense.

He uncovered your mouth, demanding, “apologise.”

If he wasn’t balls deep in you right now, you would’ve laughed in his face and told him to shut it. But, you were too worried he’d pull out and end this pleasure train you were on.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered through tears, nails digging deep into his biceps.

“Say it like you mean it, pretty girl,” he commanded, thrusting into you deeper, biting his finger to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

You felt the familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and you were close to losing yourself all over him.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, his hand reaching down to your clit, tracing small circles into it, pushing you over the edge. You came undone around him, your pussy pulsating hard as you continued whimpering through your orgasm, eyes screwed shut as you chanted, “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry.”

Without thinking, he came inside you, burrying his face into your shoulder, biting down as he did. You were both seeing stars, trying hard to steady your breathing.

He pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of his cum and your slick drip out of you deliciously.

“And that shit you said earlier,” he began, voice deep and husky, “about me not liking you,” he pulled his pants back up and redid his belt. You sat up, cheeks flushed, pulling your underwear back on. “You’ve always been my favourite.”

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[remersgf]

please

doug remer x fem!reader

1.5k words

cw: smut, dom(f)/sub(m) dynamics, bondage, edging, overstimulation😊

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“pleasepleaseplease.. please, fuck!”

you had been edging remer for the past hour. it was his idea, and you didn’t think you’d be that into it. you were wrong. he persuaded you with a, ‘let’s try this out, we might hate it, but what if we love it?’, even though not much persuading was needed. you were willing to try everything at least once, and you’d be lying if you said you never thought about teasing remer until he was totally and completely submitted to you. with his hands bonded by a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs above his head, you were sure it couldn’t get better than this.

“what do you want? use your words, baby. i won’t have any idea what you’re talking about if you don’t use your words.” you said softly, teasingly.

you kneeled next to his laying body, tracing your finger up his bare abdomen with a malicious grin. you took note of how hard and flushed he was against his stomach, even with a lack of stimulation, and how his pink tip leaked onto the patch of pubic hair that rested just under his belly button.

“please, baby, just want you to touch me, just for a little. you know i’m good, i’m such a, fuck, such a slut f’you…” he whimpered as he desperately bucked his hips into nothing.

“i know, honey. i can see that.” you laughed, poking his cock before pinching him in the side lightly.

“y/n…” he begged in defeat, curly locks meeting the pillow and fanning out under him as he threw his head back.

“okay, doug, i’ll touch you for a little bit.” you feigned a contemplative look, pretending to weigh your options to add some suspense. humming as you bring your thumb to his slit, you smile at the look on his face when he feels you.

“thank you, thank you, th- fuckkk…”

you watched him squirm next to you, looking him over and observing his reactions as you start to lazily drag your hand over his length. his face was contorted in a grimace, almost as if the pleasure was so strong it hurt; like he couldn’t handle it. despite his big-baller, confident demeanor, it was incredibly easy to make him jelly in your hands.

“does it feel good?”

“mhmm-yes, jesus..”

he was pathetically desperate, rutting against your palm to meet your strokes, and you couldn’t help but swoon at his display of submissiveness. you were on a power high; the number of times you slowly brought him to the peak but took it away at the last second did something to your ego. his brow furrowed, tiny drops of sweat beading above them and on his forehead. you knew well he was getting close again.

the sounds filling the room as you worked over him were nearly pornographic: wet squelches of your hand pumping him, his whiny moans, and your gentle coos of praise guiding him to euphoria. the metal of the handcuffs began to clink together; he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you, or at least to grab onto something. you giggled under your breath at the scene. even though it was his idea, you found it funny how you managed to get doug remer, baseketball star, to melt under you like this.

“wanna cum… please, y/n…” he whimpered, stuttering his words and rutting against your hand with a bit more purpose now.

you squeeze the base of his dick, gripping it a little too hard to produce a whimper from him, “you want it bad, baby? i’m gonna need some convincing…” you tease menacingly.

“please, please- s-hit! y/n, honey, i’ll do whatever you want, i’ll worship the fucking ground you walk on, anything, just please let me cum!” he ends with a loud whine.

“let me cum, ahh!” you mimic, “i don’t think you’ve earned it yet, doug.”

you pull your hand from him, leaving him to cry out in frustration and writhe violently against the bedspread. you laugh louder this time, and you swear you can see the apples of his cheeks turn bright red in spite of the dark lighting. he really is enjoying himself.

“wanna count down for me?” you soothe, petting his hair affectionately.

“10..” he starts, whining like a brat who didn’t get the toy they wanted.

“good boy, remer. you’re doing so good, keep going.”

you trail your finger absentmindedly across his tummy, watching his muscles twitch every time you pass over a sensitive spot. when he eventually reaches ‘1’, with struggle, you make your way back to his aching cock. tracing the tip of your finger over his hip, to his thick bush of pubic hair, to his balls, and all the way back up to his furiously red tip. you wrap your fingers around him gently, almost scared you’d startle him.

“thankyou.!” doug spits out with a guttural moan, his head leaning back impossibly far into the pillows.

“there’s my sweetheart,” you giggle, “you look fucked.”

“y/n… gonna- gonna cum if you don’t stop. i’m so fucking close, i’m right there, baby.” he moans, pants synchronizing with the pace of your fist.

he wasn’t lying, he was so hard that it felt like his dick was about to burst in your hand. you look over him once more, trying to soak in the moment as much as possible before it ended. how his chest hued a soft pink, how his curls thrashed against the pillows, how his whiny moans went straight to your crotch. something for you to remember him by when you spend your nights without him, craving him.

given you could physically feel your wetness oozing down onto your thighs, you took pity on him and started rubbing his cock harder and faster with each stroke.

“thas’ it… c’mon,” you smile lovingly down at him.

what really does it for him is catching a glimpse of your face; your lips tucked between your teeth in concentration, looking more desperate for his orgasm than him. his long-awaited release finally catches up to him, exorcising a throaty, loud, moan from deep within.

white, gooey droplets spurt from his twitching tip and spill into your hand. you watch him cum, and you think he must be unreal. jaw agape with rosy cheeks decorating his fucked-out face, his body shaking under your touch; he’s so fucking pretty. pearl-colored honey drips over your fingers and down your wrist with a delicious tickle, and you have to hold back a moan at the feeling.

he looks absolutely gone, stuck in a haze of bliss and ecstasy. you worked him through his orgasm, slowing the pace of your hand down ever so slightly when you watch a shudder wash over him. when his back starts to arch slightly, you know you have him right where you want him.

“ah- ah! too much, too much, babe… please…” doug whimpered, squirming away from your touch and squeezing his eyes shut.

“if you wanted to cum so bad, you’ll do it again.” obviously, if he really wanted you to stop, you would. but you knew neither of you wanted that.

reverberant squelches filled your ears, his cum lubricating and making it easier for you to work over him. it sounded obscene; everything was just so wet and obnoxiously loud, which made butterflies twirl and flit in your stomach.

although slightly painful, your hand felt like the best thing in the entire world to him. soft, wet, creamy; against his better judgment, he started to thrust into your palm. it was all very confusing: if it hurt so bad, how the hell did it feel so incredible at the same time?

surprising himself, he muttered out, ‘’m gonna cum,” weakly.

after a few gasps, and bucks of his hips, he spilled into your hand for a second time this evening. it dripped from his tip and leaked down to collect at the base of his cock. a meek, drawn-out whimper left him as he came, chained hands balling into fists. his face contorted in pleasure, and your clit throbbed as you watched him. you mercifully pulled your hand off him and licked his cum from your fingers, even if he wasn’t watching. his cum was your favorite thing to have in your mouth, besides pasta with vodka sauce. but that doesn’t matter.

you lay down next to him, draping a leg over his as you bring your hand up to twirl his curls in between your fingers.

“hi,” you giggle when he finally opens his eyes and meets your gaze.

“oh my god.” he sighed, throwing his head back down on the pillows with a lazy grin.

“was it good?” you ask, all smiley. love has made you a total sap, but you can’t say you hate it.

“could you tell?” he giggles, droopy eyes adorning his face.

you kiss him gently, caressing a palm over his cheek. when you pull away, you remember the cuffs.

“want me to help you out there, bud?” you laugh, nodding to his big, masculine hands in the pink furry handcuffs.

“no, i kinda like ‘em like this. come up here, come sit on my face, baby.” he says lowly, adjusting his head so it’s flat on the pillow.

“fuck…” you whisper.

you knew you were in for a long night.

#doug remer smut #doug remer x reader #baseketball fanfiction #baseketball #baseketball smut #matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #finally finished omg #long fic still otw btw #anyway enjoy

[remerclunk22]

Blurb :)

Cw: nsfw

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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

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

[joecooperzz]

Coop's the kinda guy you can edge silly, make him whimper and whine and beg, then when you finally let him fuck you he does it hard, not because he's a dominant guy, but because he's so fucking desperate. Maybe he even cries!!!!!

#coop #joe cooper x reader #trey parker x reader #baseketball x reader #baseketball smut

[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

[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

[adidastain]

just you and me

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol use

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2217

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“Oh, Trey! Ah!”

I looked over at the man sitting next to me. He was pinching his nose bridge, groaning slightly.

A laugh escaped through my nose as the sound of steady thumping filled the room. My friend and I were over at her boyfriend’s house to watch football, and she sort of ditched the living room with her boyfriend to go fuck upstairs. Now I was left alone with Trey’s roommate, Matt, who seemed just as awkward as me.

My friend practically screamed, before I could hear Trey shushing her. I shook my head and Matt took his glasses off to run his palms over his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, laughing slightly. I giggled and stood up to make my way towards the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” I asked, rummaging through their refrigerator.

“No thanks,” he huffed, standing up as well.

Matt joined me in the kitchen to toss an empty beer can in the recycling. Their kitchen was quite small, so he sort of had to shimmy past me and I swear I felt our hips brush together.

“Can you hand me that cheese?” he said.

The only cheese I could see in the fridge was a little bag of shredded cheese, labeled “Four-Cheese Mexican Blend.”

I watched him as he poured a pile of chips onto a plate, before sprinkling cheese on top and throwing it all in the microwave.

“Did you see me on Master Chef last season?” he asked, grinning. Thumping continued steadily upstairs.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I said, playing along with his joke. Matt giggled and looked down at his feet, shuffling in his position.

I watched him nibble at his fingernails as silence filled the room. He seemed so shy all the sudden; I guess that was just from the fact that we didn’t really know each other and only just met a few hours ago.

My friend had told me about him a couple times and suggested I go out with him. I think she just wanted someone to go on double dates with. It sounded pretty ridiculous, but I guess after actually meeting him I’d maybe feel better about it.

He seemed like the funny type; I could tell he and Trey were practically inseparable. They were perfect for each other. But Trey was loud, and Matt definitely wasn’t.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Matt said, looking at his watch.

“They usually go for about twenty,” I added. “Supposedly.”

Matt laughed softly. He had a cute laugh, sort of. The gap between his front teeth really did a lot for him as far as charm went.

Suddenly, the microwave beeped and he presented his award-winning dish to me. The cheese melted into one big glob that bound a bunch of chips together as well.

“Nachos,” Matt beamed.

I giggled and rolled my eyes slightly. This guy was a total dork. My friend did tell me it was time I gave dorky guys a chance, since all three of my previous boyfriends were either jocks or models. But they all sucked, so maybe she was right.

Matt picked apart the glob of chips and cheese, snacking idly. He never went back to the couch though, so long as I was still in the kitchen. I could hear Trey groaning loudly above us, while my friend whimpered and moaned with each thud.

“Great game, huh?” I asked, breaking the silence so we wouldn’t have to listen to our friends having sex for the next, who knows how many minutes.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “The uh, Ravens are really kicking ass tonight.”

He somehow kept a straight face. I guess I was a little buzzed and delirious after having one beer, but to be honest, anything was funnier than listening to people fuck.

“I don’t know anything about football,” I admitted, picking at my fingernails.

“Me neither,” he snorted. “I like basketball. And hockey.”

“Hockey’s cool,” I agreed.

Silence again. Except for the thumping and creaking and moaning.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping my face with my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaning forward to sort of curl up like a shrimp.

“They always do this when she’s over,” Matt sighed, his voice hushed. “Wouldn’t you think, y’know… maybe they’d get bored of it?”

I threw my hands up. “Exactly!” I huffed.

“I guess I can’t really say anything, though,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

Matt bit his lip, staring down at his feet. “I wouldn’t turn down getting laid.”

“Well, duh,” I snorted. “But would you ditch your friend to have sex? At a stranger’s house?”

Matt shook his head.

“Exactly,” I whined.

“If you wanna leave, I can drive you home or something-“ Matt offered.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They’ll be done soon. Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

I sighed again, letting my gaze linger on him for a few seconds. I studied the way the fabric of his shirt hung from his shoulders, which were slightly slanted and very broad. The fabric caught on his collarbone and clung to the muscles in his chest, which weren’t huge, but still prominent. The rest of his body seemed to drown in the shirt; he looked skinny but his chest and arms were fairly toned.

Matt’s eyes caught mine and I actually blushed. He simply smiled like a dork. He really was quite cute…

That’s when I got my brilliant idea.

“Wanna make out?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

Matt’s eyes widened and he snorted. His body shifted to the side, shoulders shrugging as he stepped closer. “Sure.”

I bit my lip and carefully grabbed his hands, letting my body naturally gravitate towards his while I stared into his eyes. I could see now that he had dark green irises behind those big glasses.

Before I knew it, his lips met mine in a very gentle, ghostlike peck as he tested the waters. Matt reached up to caress my neck; his hands felt absolutely colossal in comparison to my slim frame. They were warm too.

I was shocked at how gentle he was being. We kissed so carefully, barely grazing each other’s lips and taking our time.

However, after moving my hands from his arms to his waist, I pulled him closer by the hips and stood on my tiptoes, attempting to deepen our kiss and build more passion between us. I wanted to feel his desire and see just how good he was at this.

It was then that Matt started holding his breath. As I kissed him deeper and opened my mouth slightly, I could feel his muscles tense up and he became hesitant to move. It seemed he focused most of his attention on moving his mouth in time with mine, strangled exhales escaping his lips every few seconds when we’d pull away in between kisses.

My hand slid up his torso to caress his face as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His face was slightly pink and his lips were parted.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I smiled, glancing at his soft, warm lips.

Matt grinned, tooth gap on full display. “Not so bad yourself,” he said softly.

I let my hands fall to squeeze his biceps. “But you’re all tense,” I told him.

“Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?” he laughed sheepishly. “I barely know you.”

“Aw, you’re nervous,” I whispered. I kissed him again. “How sweet.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he said defensively. “You’re pretty.”

I hummed, pulling him back in to shut him up. This time I backed up so that the counter was digging into my hips and he could press his body against mine as hard as he could.

Matt grunted, before briefly pulling away. “Is it cool if I put my hand here?” he asked, placing his warm hand carefully on my waist.

I nodded, sliding my arms around his long neck to pull him back in. Once Matt had a good hold on my torso, I could feel a warm, tingly sort of sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear thudding from above and I thought about quickly fucking this dork in the kitchen before they were finished upstairs. The thought was quickly pushed away, however.

“Mm… this feels dangerous,” he mumbled in between kisses. I could feel his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he spoke, his warm hands massaging my waist.

“What do you mean?” I asked, panting softly.

“I might have a thing for you after this,” he exhaled. “You’re so good…”

I swear I didn’t mean to, but I let out a very soft, barely audible moan as he said this to me. The last thing I expected was for him to talk like that, but it kind of drove me crazy.

Fuck.

Matt pulled away and looked me in the eyes, seemingly flabbergasted by the sound I made. The eye contact was so intense. My heart was pounding in my chest, even faster than the thudding from upstairs.

Between the few seconds we spent staring at each other, Matt leaned closer and closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. It was oddly intimate, but I honestly loved it. Something about the fact that he was practically a complete stranger to me, yet still able to make me feel so flustered and anxious but comfortable at the same time, drew me closer to him. I felt need, like if I didn’t have him now, I’d never have him again.

I can’t believe I proved my friend right again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I can’t hook up with this guy here. Not right now. I felt insane for even thinking about it. I felt reckless.

My fingertip grazed over his lip, before leaning in to kiss him again, softly. I kissed him like I needed it to breathe, but not so much that I would die without it. Like I was kissing him just to kiss him. Taking time to breathe in between each kiss, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. The kind of kiss you’d share after having sex, when you’re exhausted and trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, we heard a loud, high-pitched whine echo from upstairs. We pulled away, giggling softly as the two lovebirds were seemingly finished doing their deed. Sadly, this meant my time with Matt was spent and I’d have to wait until our next meeting to do anything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my chin up so I’d look him in the eyes. “We should hang out sometime. Just you and me.”

I raised my eyebrows, laying my palms flat against his broad chest. “What would we do?” I teased, knowing damn well exactly what he had in mind.

“I dunno,” he giggled. “We’ll see how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even if he was a sweet, dorky guy, he was still a guy. But who am I to judge? I almost tried to fuck him on his kitchen counter a few minutes prior.

“Okay,” I laughed.

Matt kissed me again, this time caressing my throat as he opened his mouth and licked my lips. I gasped and practically froze, immediately accepting the gesture by parting my lips and letting my tongue slide against his.

He tasted like tequila and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine was absolutely intoxicating.

Unfortunately, after a minute or so, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Matt let go of me. His warmth left with him and I felt cold as his body moved away. Aside from that, my face was on fire as my heart was racing and my lips still tasted like him.

Trey came downstairs alone, face probably just as flushed as mine and Matt’s. He let out a breathy “Hey,” before reaching inside the fridge to grab a cold beer. Matt and I responded in sync and I only felt my face grow warmer.

“Oh shit, Ravens are kicking ass. Sweet,” Trey said as he left the kitchen. I looked at Matt, who was biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

Eventually, my friend came back downstairs and we all gathered in the living room once again. Her and Trey were glued to each other of course, but instead of Matt and I sitting on opposite ends of the couch, I managed to squeeze in between him and the armrest.

Inevitably, my friend gave me that look, and I gave her the look. No words were said and none were needed. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, crossing my arms as I let my body ever so slightly lean towards Matt’s.

“When does hockey season start?” I whispered to him.

“It’s still going, I think,” he said quietly, looking down at me.

“Good,” I hummed, looking back towards the TV. Matt scoffed and I could feel him staring at me for a few seconds.

As the night went on and more drinks went around, my friend decided to sleep over with Trey, so Matt drove me home. Which was perfectly fine, because he ended up spending the night with me too. Though, to be honest, we spent very little time sleeping.

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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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