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telekineticseance · 1 month

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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

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sealbuffed · 2 months

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big fat wet schloppy kiss on the lips

#fanart #baseketball #trey parker #matt stone #doug remer #joe cooper #mattrey

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remersgf · 10 months

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his toy

matt stone x fem!reader

2.9k words

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

enjoy :3

“you look so pretty, mama.”

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

“did i wake you up? ‘m sorry.”

“s’okay… when did you get home?”

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

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

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

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

“did you miss me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’d you do about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no need to get grabby…” he laughed.

“quit teasing, then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay, baby, whatever you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“alright, mama. come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“please, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so good for me. thank you, baby.”

“thank you?”

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

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

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

“i love you too, y/n.”

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

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yourmilwaukeebeers · 9 months

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pics of matt that make me go humina humina vol. 1

#matt & trey #matt and trey #matt stone #trey parker #baseketball #coop and remer #doug remer #joe cooper #orgazmo #mattrey #matthew stone

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eatingstringcheese · 11 months

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puppy love (doug remer)

or doug's a fucking menace with a thing for boobs fem reader, neutral pronouns (tits obviously) smut, pretty much just remer sucking tits ig.

Doug, despite his sporty “celebrity” lifestyle, enjoyed the simpler things. Maybe that's why he enjoys his life in baseketball so much, it's simple and there's not much to it.

He also loves cuddling with you. Which is the perfect example of something simple that he doesn't have to put his mind to. He likes to hold you, when he lays down on the couch first and you just lay on top of him, he'll rub your shoulders and listen to you talk, or let you nap in peace and he'll watch whatever's on tv.

He likes it even better when he’s the one laying on top of you. You’ll be sitting on the couch and here he is, ready to bury his face in your plush skin, usually your chest or stomach because then you’ll play with his hair. Scratching his scalp and twirling your fingers through his soft curls. He fucking loves that shit. Sometimes he goes for your thighs, drawing shapes in your skin and peppering kisses all over. He would never say it but he enjoys the domesticity of it all. Taking him away from the stressors of the season.

And today was no different. Some shitty movie was playing as a rerun when you’d sat down to relax in the living room. Doug was off at practice, and should be home soon so you took this time to read a book you’d had for a while and never got to finish (probably because Doug thought you looked smart and hot while reading, and so did his dick)

You were finishing up your chapter, getting into the groove of the book at the front door swung open. In walked Remer, shouting out a “honey, i’m home” and kicking his shoes off by the door. He walked into the living room, laughing as he bounded over to the sofa you laid on. He carelessly threw his shit across the room, dropped his bag and removed his practice jersey to leave them strewn across the living room. You almost scolded him but let him be. He quickly bounced on top of you. Burying his face into the crook of your neck for a minute before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, all tongue as per usual with Doug. Sloppy but passionate, just his style.

“Hey Dougie, how was practice?” You pulled him down to your chest, rubbing your hands up and down his back as he squirmed on top of you, adjusting himself to get into a more comfortable position.

He grinned at the nickname. Going into his spiel about practice, how Coop missed shots a billion times in a row, and how Doug made every single one of his. You smiled, burying your nose in his hair as he spoke, smelling what you were pretty sure was your shampoo in his hair. You’d brought it up once, how you seemed to be running out of shampoo faster than usual, and how Doug didn’t seem to keep any shampoo in the shower. He shrugged, a sheepish grin not hiding the fact that he used yours. (Coop also brought it up to him, making fun of Remer for being such a sap. It’s not his fault that smelling your shampoo on him made him happier, or that it made his hair so much softer.)

Doug began to trail off, stories from practice coming to an end. You picked your book up from where you placed it on the coffee table, setting your bookmark in and turning your full attention to Doug. He smiled, kissing your face repeatedly and laughing. His hand trails down from holding your face. Slowly moving down to your chest and holding one of your tits, you roll your eyes as he kisses you and gives it a light squeeze.

"God" he grins up at you, full smile as he gropes your tits in a way that would never be called subtle. "I must be in heaven. These are the perfectest fucking tits I've ever held." he groans softly, giving a few more squeezes before switching to the other one. When he’d decided he’d had enough of that, he pressed kisses onto every patch of exposed skin, trailing down to your shirt hem.

“Babe, I really think you should just stop wearing shirts.”

You grinned. “Really Doug, why’s that?”

“It’s annoying.” he tugs at the bottom of your shirt, waiting for you to sit up and take it off. Once it’s thrown across the room, Doug reaches behind you to unclip your bra. Grinning at his skills of unclipping it one handed, he throws it over to where his practice jersey lay on the armchair. He dives back in head first, letting out his typical soft feminine moans at the feeling of your soft skin on his face.

“Babe, you really are the most perfect human being to exist.”

“Is that because of my amazing personality or my tits?” you tease him.

“Who’s complaining? Why can’t I love both?”

“Well seeing as the way you’ve been practically drooling I’m guessing its’ the latter.”

He grins, shamelessly playing with your nipples. Holding them gently as he ran his thumb over the hardening bud, tracing circles around it. A smile grew on his lips as you arched your back up to meet him. He took his hand, pinching softly and pulling on your nipple. Nearly melting into you as your soft moans left your body. Absolute music to his ears. He rutted into the couch every time you moaned, hips twitching

He leaned in slightly, kissing all over your breasts. Around each nipple, licking a stripe down the valley between your breasts.

Remer licked, kissed, and sucked on your tits like a starved man. It was almost as if this was his last meal and sure as hell he was making it worth it. If he was honest, he could probably cum at just sucking on your tits. Not like he was some teenage virgin who couldn’t hold off until he at least put it inside you. (That's not to say he hasn’t done that before, because he has totally just gotten off to the thought of your tits. Many times during the away season.)

He continued placing open mouth kisses on your breasts, fondling one side as he paid all attention to the other.

Doug moaned, back arching as he kept his mouth on your nipple. Quiet, girlish moans vibrated your sensitive bud as Doug lost his breath, twitching and rutting against the sofa.

He pulled back suddenly, clearly somewhat ashamed of his behavior. You laughed softly, taking his face in your hands and making his soft eyes meet yours. You looked down for a second, taking notice to the darkening spot on the front of his practice shorts. You giggled.

“Did you seriously cum in your pants like some teenage virgin?” you made fun of him, kissing him softly when he nodded. You pressed kisses all over his face, from his temples to his jawline.

“That's okay Dougie. I’ll clean you up.” he smiled, immediately shooting up and pulling you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he carried you to the bedroom.

i got a horrid fucking migraine towards the end so if it's unreadable just ignore it i'll fix it later. love you pookies

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