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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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stickofcha0s · 2 years ago

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“Get Well, Soon!”

(DOUG REMER X READER NSFW ONE SHOT)

Find the entire work on Archive Of Our Own

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Doug Remer/You, Doug Remer/Reader

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: explicit

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: When you visit the hospital for what you think is the worst anxiety attack of your life, a very kind, curly headed nurse, demonstrates particularly acceptable bedside manner.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5,713

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲: approx. 44 minutes

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: She/Her/Hers implied reader, nurse!Remer, it won’t be as bad as you think, medical kink, caretaker kink, remer is a sweetheart, mentions of xanax, use of sedatives, health anxiety, anxiety attack, medical uhh malpractice, pov i reveal my medical kink, in this world anxiety symptoms=horny, digital penetration, cunnilingus, sq– s-s-.. I can’t say it. Female ejaculation, watch me try to remember any medical training i’ve had and make it sex-related.

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: Hi wow lol while this was previously a “you and bf!Remer play “doctor”, but @coops-jacket-sleeve promptly gave me the idea to just make him an actual nurse because it’s kind of in his nature anyway. He so sweet he so cute. Anyway here’s what I think about that. I feel like my oneshots keep getting longer and longer. What does this say about me. Comment below. Enjoy!

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DR: “You’re lookin’ a little flushed. Do you have a temperature?”

JR: “No, I’m fine-”

DR: “Here– open your blouse and say ‘Ah.’”

JC: “Remer!!!”

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Well, today was finally the fucking day.

You were positive you had done it this time.

You heard echoes from your friends of “you’re going to give yourself a heart attack, freak” as you approached the steps of the hospital, limbs tensing, every swallow feeling like a ball of iron, arms folded into your stomach like a wounded animal- You could feel the sensation of your heartbeat all the way in your throat, palpations beneath your ribs at a level which you were yet to experience thus far, ungodly heat thwanging in your stomach, and god FUCK, you could not stop fucking shaking.

…

The tremor started when you woke up, and you swore it had never been this bad, promptly swallowing a xanax as you stood in your kitchen, doing anything and everything you could do to quell your heart slamming in your chest.

You were partial to using medication, but in this case, you didn’t know where else to turn.

When the breaths you were swallowing just weren’t fucking enough, spots of black making your vision more like a shaded vignette, you decided, this is fucking it, man. I’ve fucking done it.

…

You tried to reel in the amount of pants when you stood at the front desk, the woman behind the counter already shifting to stand at your demeanor, your shoulders bunched, “shallow” not even beginning to cover the measure of breaths you were taking in, fingers squeezing your own sides as you stood, heartbeat so loud that you could hardly hear her ask you what the matter was.

“I- think, that, I’m having a heart attack.”

…

“Remer, triage, bay 2 if you could.”

“Sure! Where’s- oh! Hey, hey,-“

The man approached you with such haste that you could hardly make out any of his features, your head tucked into your chest, line of sight only on your folded arms, a foreign hand coming to wrap gently around your wrist, guiding you in some general direction.

You approached the bed nearly unable to see it. You were so lightheaded that everything in your vision started to decrease in opacity, eyes gaping at the overhead fluorescent light, cobalts and pale, anxiety-inducing blues being the only general color behind a curtain that was now shucking closed.

“Hi, oh, it’s okay- try to take a deep breath, okay?”

The voice was careful, but you could hardly focus on its source, just hearing feet patter around different directions from the bed, a calm series of breaths from the voice, and then a cool press of maybe a stethoscope onto the fabric of your shirt.

“What’s your name, honey?”

Apparently you had given it, because the voice cooed back soothingly, “Oh, perfect, thank you. Are you allergic to anything?”

You shook your head, sucking in another series of breaths. It was too hot, too fucking hot.

“Very good, that’s good. I’ll be right back, okay?”

You didn’t answer, just squeezed your eyes shut, still holding one arm over your chest, feeling your heartbeat flick against your chest rapidly, the other arm at your side, palm squeezing intermittently at some juvenile attempt to assuage the physical sensations.

When the sound of feet returned, you heard the voice again. If you weren’t in fucking shambles, you might remark the voice as quite nice. Soothing.

“Have you taken something today, honey? Any medication?”

The adrenaline in your blood was peaking, sending pins and needles through your wrist and straight down your calves- You irked it out beneath eyes that were screwed shut: “Xanax, ten- hhh- ten milligrams.”

“Okay-“

The shrill sliding of the curtain again, before a different voice was heard. “Alright, go for 5 Valium, q-3 hr drip, page me again when she’s up.”

“Alright, okay-“

You felt warm hands at your forearm, squeezing gently, then pressing with two fingers, before you felt the uncomfortable sting of a tourniquet squeezing around the top of the crease in your arm. You squirmed, craning your body away from the sensation. “Oh, I know, I’m sorry. Can you make a fist for me? I’ll make it so easy, I’m sorry, honey.”

You tried, palms already saturated with sweat, feeling the swell of blood in your jugular, hardly feeling the slight prick of a needle against your arm. “Good girl, all done. Gonna feel better in a second, okay?”

You heard a series of beeps, the shuffle of plastic, and then felt the warm pressure of a hand squeezing in yours. “You’re gonna feel sleepy real soon, that’s the medicine working, just try to take deep breaths for me, okay?”

You sucked one in, finally letting your eyes unlid, almost flinching when you met the eyes of the voice’s owner, a small smile painted over his lips. You gauged his features: A full halo of praline curls, deep, gentle green eyes, his nose sloping aquiline- how beautiful.

It was soothing this, a drift wave catching in your erratic brain, but not before you felt heavy, thick black drowsiness swathe through your neurons. You felt something cool physically run through your veins, then another overwhelming wash of heat. Your breaths shallowed again, your heart clamoring to cling to consciousness, the unfamiliarity of sedation sending instinctive panics once again through your bloodstream. Your torso led you to shirk your body upwards, feet shifting to sit yourself up-

The man’s brows raised at your panic, leaning forward with an earnest look of sympathy, letting his hands come gently to your shoulders, leading you to lay again, shaking his head sharply- “Oh, no, don’t worry-“

His palm met yours again, a thumb swiping over it gently while you struggled with it- half in twilight- half in reality, “Just relax, let me help you-“

You did, releasing the grip on his palm, embarrassed by the fact that you were probably covering it in sweat, letting your breaths sheath a bit inside your rib cage, willing yourself into submission against the sedative. “There you go, feeling sleepy, huh?”

You inhaled sharply, swathes of black at your vision, just hardly hearing the voice again before there was only black, nothing else. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

…

You awoke to the voice again, this time sharing verbalisations with another one, only stopping when you shifted against the bed, an intake of your own breath sharp enough to quiet them.

“There she is, hi-“

The man approached the bed, palms folded behind his back, one arm retreating to gesture to the doctor standing beside him. He introduced him, but you could only keep your eyes on what seemed to be his nurse, your eyes flitting to his name tag, squinting as you played the name within your mind. “Remer, Doug- RN.”

The doctor spoke, but you still failed to meet eyes with him. “Nurse Remer here is going to give you your EKG. Now, I’m absolutely positive that this isn’t the case, but we’re going to rule out an arrhythmia for you, alright?”

You nodded, having felt the doctor’s own stethoscope press against your shirt, remarking something like, “Fine ticker you’ve got, here, missy. Just wanna be sure.”

When the doctor had left through the curtain, the nurse remained, moving closer to the side of your bed and cocking his head at you. “I know it’s a bummer, but, we’ve gotta get you to another room for the EKG. Think you can walk okay?”

You looked to him, nodding before he smiled in response, fingers meeting your arm again while he touched the clip of your IV, squeezing against your skin as he began to pull it out. “Just a little pressure, I’m sorry-“

You winced as you watched it come out of your skin, one of his hands pressing the tiniest ball of cotton against the minuscule wound, flattening a bandaid over the ball, and retreating his hands to his sides, crinkling some small piece of plastic in them and beckoning for your hand.

You stood, swaying for a moment in your post-diazepam induced dizziness, letting his arm catch around your back in the approach. “Woah, there. Just hang on.”

…

You walked arm in arm with him, somewhere in your brain taking quiet note of how warm his arm was, how delicate he carried some of your weight, leading you into a hall of doors, one wooded and open, a bench and a small folded swathe of fabric sat upon it. He smiled as he retreated from your grip, pointing to it and adjusting his stance. “I’ll just need you to undress for this, the EKG has some sticky bits that we put on your chest. Since you’re wearing long sleeves and a higher collar like that, it’s- we’ve gotta get at the good stuff.” He laughed at the end of his sentence, politely folding his hands and telling you to come out when you’re done.

You frowned at the papery, thin fabric, but deciding it was for the better, you undressed, donning it, feeling your nipples harden against it in the typical too-cold air of a medical center.

You stuck your head out the door, feeling awkward in your lack of clothes, feeling out of sorts as your bare feet pattered quietly along the tile, seeing the man stick a thumbs up at you, beckoning for you to follow him into another room with his head.

It was quiet and yes, clinical, and you inhaled, the small room smelling sterile and of latex, watching the nurse shift with a machine, wheeling it quietly over to you as you sat atop an examination table, letting your head fall against the wall behind it with a deep, satisfied breath. “That valium really works.”

As he pressed a series of buttons on the machine, his eyes remained on it, letting out a little chuckle. “Oh yeah, for sure, that’s the good stuff.”

His hands moved to a drawer below the machine, plucking wires from it, moving closer to you with about four of them, small circular white plates at the end of each one. “You feeling better, then? Feel good?”

You heard the peel of plastic from one of the plates as he looked at you, holding one of them in his hands. You nodded, letting him smile quietly at you before he spoke again. “Can you unbutton that for me?”

You blinked, looking to the buttons on your chest on the little gown, not realizing you were starting to feel shy before your hands raised to tentatively touch one. “Um- just like… all of them?”

He nodded, still smiling gently. “Yup, all three.”

You swallowed, unbuttoning them as you looked in another direction, pulling open the front of the gown, feeling your still-hard nipples meet the cool air. “Thank you,” he spoke, first sticking one plate against your chest, then another, then feeling his fingers touch the bareness of your sternum to secure them in place, goosebumps threading over your chest- “Aw, little cold?” He chuckled, retreating his hands back to the machine.

Yes. Let’s go with that.

He hummed idly as the machine began to function, small jagged lines running across the screen, numbers and symbols that you couldn’t understand, watching him cock his head back and forth in an empty cadence of idleness.

“Oh-“ He turned to you again, pointing a finger in thought. “While we do that, let’s get you settled in again.”

You frowned when he reached into a drawer to reveal another wire, gesturing for you to lay back so he could connect something to a few of the monitors. “Oh, I know. No more needles this time, though. Stole some of your blood while you were out.”

You smiled at his phrase, feeling a little more relaxed when he picked your hand up, sliding a pulse-oximeter over your finger before letting your hand go again. “Which looked fantastic by the way. Panel was perfect.”

He shifted his head in a little celebration, standing back again as he watched the monitors come up, the soft beeping of your pulse being measured by the meter. He nodded his head at it. “Awesome.”

“So what’s… wrong with me?”

“Aw.” He laughed at your quiet tone, letting his palms behind his back again. “Well, the doctor will give you the lo-down, but,” he leaned forward, a palm awning the side of his mouth, “I’ll tell you what I think.” He stood back again, smiling brightly. “I think you worked yourself all up, sweetheart! Classic anxiety attack.”

You blew out a sigh of perhaps embarrassment, rolling your eyes at yourself. “God, I’m so dumb.”

He laughed again, shaking his head ‘no’. “No way! You were smart to be careful. It’s good that you came for help.”

You still flushed with embarrassment, unwilling to accept that you took the time of any medical staff for a fucking panic attack. You really did think you were going to die, though.

“And anyway, you’re a sight for sore eyes. ‘Lot prettier than my usual patients.”

Your cheeks flushed once again, rolling your head to him, swallowing at his giddy smile, letting your hands fold in your lap.

He hummed again, looking at the machine- “Oh! All done.” He pressed a few buttons on it, before he approached you again, peeling open the fabric once again, and of course, sending goosebumps over your chest and picking your heart rate up a bit.

But this time, the idle beeping of the monitor on your pulse picked up, pretty heavy actually, enough for Doug to raise his head, brows raising at the numbers rising at the screen. “What’s goin’ on, you still okay?”

You grit your teeth, swallowing at the fact that, yes you were okay, but, his gentle touch was severely making you blush. You nodded though, craning your neck against the back of the examination table at his touch, peeling one the little plates off of you gently. When his hands retreated, they accidentally brushed gently against the peak of your hardened nipple, leading you to let out an audible mewl.

“Ah- I’m sorry, are your breasts feeling particularly sensitive?”

You blink, a small surge of discomfort, similar to the one you were feeling the moment you came into this place- washing over your chest again, and there was that unbelievable heat. You whimpered aloud, and he retreated with raised brows- “You okay? Talk to me.”

You blew out a breath, squeezing your palms in on themselves. “I’m just- feeling it again.”

The urgent, incessant soft beeping of the heart rate monitor was only increasing now, clicking away with your every rising breath.

He nodded, “Okay, just take a deep breath. I’m gonna take these off, though, can you sit up for me?”

You did, letting out a shaky sigh, when he approached, one hand laying across your collarbone for leverage the other palm half on your breast, half on the expanse of your chest, his fingers pulling at the little sticker until it came off. You felt an unwavering wash of heat down your neck when he touched you again, shooting straight down around your stomach and settling low in your belly. You swallowed, letting out another small whimper at the sensation. “Feel really hot.”

His tone was high, assuring, “Okay, don’t worry- oh you do look really flushed.” He held the back of his palm to your head with one arm as he twisted his body to reach for something beside the table. It was a thermometer. He held it out for you, and you just leaned forward, letting him place it beneath your tongue. He retreated, just holding it there while his mouth shifted in thought.

After a moment, it beeped, and he pulled it from your mouth, gauging the numbers on it before he blinked, brows furrowing, and then quickly relaxing. He seemed to have come to a conclusion about the reading, but he paused, putting the thermometer back in its position on the wall, discarding the sterile plastic cover as he scratched his head. “Hmm.”

“Hhh-what?”

He crossed his arms, bringing one of them up below his chin, tapping it a couple of times. “That’s strange.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry. The doctor’ll be in soon.” He paused, patting the outside of your bare thigh twice in assurance, but retreating quickly when you let out another shaky whimper at his touch, this time clutching your stomach.

Your stomach, ached, but. Not like, when you eat too much, or when you’ve got cramps. A dull sort of ache. A warm one. One that you felt when you-

Oh.

“Oh.!”

There was a click of the door handle, to which the both of you flinched, and the doctor entered with a sigh, greeting the both of you before he looked over the EKG machine, humming at it in approval. He looked to you, then to Doug. “Looks normal. Panel’s good. Vitals?”

“She’s- it’s–they’re stable, but-“

The doctor tucked his lips in a little smile, nodding his head. “So,” he turned to you, folding his palms in front of himself. “You, young lady, seem to have had quite the anxiety attack today. Do you find yourself anxious often?”

You shrugged, lacing your palms in your lap. “I, yes but, never this um, bad.”

“Are you on anxiety medication?”

You shook your head. “Well, I’ve got Xanax, as needed but. It’s really only for emergencies.”

The doctor nodded back to you. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I can write you a prescription for an SSRI, but I’m not a psychiatrist. If you’d like, I can refer you to a few.”

You swallowed, feeling shifty at his impersonal demeanor, quite wishing the well mannered nurse was your doctor at this point in time. You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “That could help, thanks.”

“Um, doctor, I actually think-“

The doctor was quick to cut your nurse off, muttering to him about discharge papers and looking to you with a brief, “Sit tight, kid, discharge takes forever around here, so. I apologize.” With that, he left, the door closing behind him with a curt click, leaving you seated on the examination table, and Nurse Remer folding his hands in front of him.

“He’s kind of a dick.”

Remer laughed, bringing a hand behind his head to yank idly at his curls. “Just doctors.”

“I’m sorry.”

You weren’t sure what exactly you were apologizing for, your day having been quite a mess, feeling guilty for wasting the time of medical staff, feeling emotionally and physically winded from the terror of an anxiety attack, still feeling physically overwhelmed in this room in particular.

“Don’t be,” The nurse shook his head, before speaking again, his palms coming to his side. “I think, actually, I know what’s going on.”

You looked up at him, brows furrowed, eyes wide and imploring.

He palmed his mouth, stifling a smile, before he righted himself, gesturing a hand to you. “Can you describe your symptoms in detail for me?”

You swallowed.

“Well, um. My heart was, beating really fast and. I felt really hot, like, I was going to pass out and. It was hard to breathe.”

He nodded. “What were you doing before this had all started?”

You shrugged. “Just, I woke up feeling like that.”

“Hm- Okay. And, so, there was no trigger?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think so.”

He paused, moving closer to the side of the table. Bringing his body even a little closer to it, now.

Beep, beep, beep, beep,

“Do you mind if I test something?”

You shook your head, chest rising,

“Okay, lay back for me?”

You did, scooting down, laying your head on the pillow that was sheathed in thin paper, hearing it crinkle softly behind your head.

“I’m just gonna touch your stomach for a second.”

You inhaled sharply when his hands touched your clothed stomach, they were warm and large, palpating it softly, sliding over it and pressing down on certain parts.

BeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepBEEP

His eyes flit between you and the monitor beside you, nodding and retreating his hands. “Any pain?”

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head, but feeling another dull ache just below your navel. “Feel something here, though.” You pat to the location, and he nodded, placing his palm on it, pressing down a bit. “Mhm.”

He retreated his hands, palms tucking behind his back. Tucking his lips in a little smile, raising his brows again.

“See what I’m gettin’ at?”

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head. He cut another quiet chuckle, dipping his head for a moment. “I’m gonna ask you to do something, feel free to tell me no, but I think it might help you understand.”

You nodded, blinking up at him.

“Touch me for a minute.”

“H-touch-do what?”

“Put your hands on my body for a minute.”

You swallowed, raising both open palms, pressing them at his torso, and he tilted his head, bringing his hands over yours and letting them stay there. Your heartbeat rose incessantly, and your face flushed, feeling the insides of your thighs heat immensely.

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

“See? Mhm?”

You lowered your hands, this time bringing them over your face, groaning into them. You grumbled, feeling incredibly stupid. “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot.”

You groaned again, unwilling to believe that you had dragged yourself to a hospital for, or worse, worked yourself into an anxiety attack over the simple bodily sensations of being just genuinely, very, horny. God damn fucking health anxiety.

The nurse laughed, placing a palm at your wrist, shaking his head when he retreated your hands from your face. “You’re not, it’s natural.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at yourself. “It’s just, feels like- so much.”

He furrowed his brows, letting his hands at his side again. “I don’t understand why it made you so anxious. Are you on- well- are you on any hormonal medication? A contraceptive, even?”

“Just got off birth control, maybe a month ago.”

“Ahhhh,” he started, “You know, we call that the ‘bounce-back’ around here,” he was speaking so clinically, so professionally about a topic so personal, it made your cheeks flush still. “Your libido has this drop-off with the change in hormones. So when it comes back, sometimes it’s stronger or weaker than before,” he gestured with his hands to show the difference, “in your case, looks like it’s obviously, stronger.” He finished, folding his arms again, idly.

“Oh. So what do I do?”

He smiled, “Are you sexually active?”

“Um. Not for– it’s been awhile.”

“Okay,” He nodded again, “How often do you masturbate?”

You were a little taken, but it was privy to the topic at hand. He was just trying to help you. You tried your best not to feel awkward. And otherwise, aroused at his causality on the subject.

“I’m not like-“ he started, “I’m getting at something here, I promise.” He laughed.

“Not… so often.”

He nodded, “From a medical standpoint, I think it’d help.” He pointed his tone brightly, tucking his hands with a smile.

You nodded. “That— makes sense to me.”

“Mhm!”

“I’m sorry that I, like, you know, when you touched me-“

He shook his head fervently, “No, no! Please, I think it’s adorable, really.”

You swallowed. “I wasn’t trying to like, seduce you.“

“Oh, pfbtt, I should be so lucky.” He grinned, cocking his head.

You swallowed again thickly, letting out a heavy breath.

“Orgasms,” he gestured, “female orgasms in particular— are fantastic for anxiety. You get a really big release of oxytocin.” He nodded proudly, folding his arms again.

“I feel silly. I guess it makes sense, I feel, um. I feel really, wet.”

“Wet?” He started, cocking his head. “You didn’t notice feeling that earlier?”

You shifted, still feeling so flustered at his causality when speaking about such topics. It really was such a clinical thing.

He shook his head, brows furrowing at your demeanor. “You don’t have to be so shy,” he chuckled, “It’s just anatomy, right?”

You nodded, letting out another shaky sigh yet again. “I guess I didn’t notice it.”

“Are you feeling particularly, sensitive, there as well?”

You nodded meekly.

“Do you mind if I take a look?”

The beeping again, from the monitor, and he chuckled. “It’s okay, relax, I’m curious about your levels of production.”

Production?

“Oh, uhm, sure, you can um-“

He was already turning to find a nearby stool, wheeling over on it and pulling out the extender on the examination table.

He furrows his brows, nodding to you, making sure that it was alright. “It’s okay if I look?”

It would be okay if he did anything to your body at this point, he was being so helpful, you wanted nothing more than to lace your fingers through his curls and, and, well— but you refrain, just whispering a quiet “Yes” as your hands wring softly in your lap. He holds his fingers at the hem of your gown, lifting it to lay it up and around your waist. “Will you hold that for up for me, please?”

You swallowed, collecting it in your fingers, holding it around your waist, watching him carefully draw your underwear down your legs, laying them flat on the examination table politely before he continued. “Open up?” He begins, eyes looking up at you so delicately.

You scoot down the tiniest bit, bringing your legs open and softly planting your feet on either side. The noise that followed from this movement was first a throated whine and then an attempted stifle at that whine, all being muted towards its end with the shift of a palm to his mouth. “Hm.” He began, when he had collected himself. “You have a very healthy level of natural,” he cleared his throat, “production here.”

You shifted again, your hips canting a bit at his delicate examination. “Sorry, it’s um- it feels like… A lot.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.”

“Okay—“

“Are you always this wet?”

He looked up at you with expectant brows.

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head quietly.

“Just for me, then?”

You inhaled quietly at his candor, lips parting, his brows raised and idle, cocking his head with a spreading grin.

You blinked, letting him quietly utter that he was just kidding, continuing to look over your wetness, which seemed to be glistening beneath the light. He was so close to it, in fact, that you could feel his steady breaths against it as you examined you. You shifted at the sensation, arms tensing against your body, palms furled. “Sensitive?”

“Mh-mm.”

“Is it okay if I do a physical examination?”

You grit your teeth hard, feeling your chest squeeze in anticipation of his next touch. “Yes, it’s okay.”

You felt his bare fingers find both of your lips, parting them gently, the cool air an intense contrast with your very heated skin. Your fingers bit wildly against your inner palm, your forearms were spasming at the fatigue of your self-grip. “Oh, it’s alright, you can relax, you’re holding a lot of tension—“ you let out a little yelp when his fingers held against your wetness, not moving in any particular rhythm, but he did seem to be actively examining you. He chuckled at your noise. “Feel good?”

You panted, your calves trembling.

“Please…”

He looked up to you, brows furrowed. “Hm?”

“Just, hhh— please, touch me..”

You were in disbelief that you had urged it out, one palm coming to cover your reddening face.

“Oh, you want me to—“

“Yes! Please,”

He cocked his head, releasing his touch on you before he rolled back a bit, taking your ankles in his hands. “Are you suggesting I… stimulate you?”

You nodded against your palms.

“I could get into a lot of trouble for that.” He started, brows furrowing, looking along your body, legs spread for him, body dewy with sweat, delicate breaths panting out from you. “But, I’m happy to help.”

You lowered your hands from your face when you heard a roll again, then you watched him turn the lock on the door.

“Um,” He retreated to his previous position, returning his gentle grasp around your ankles before he spoke again, lowly but carefully. “I really wouldn’t normally do this but, you seem so worked up, and—“

Your hips canted gently toward him again, another mewl from you in desperate anticipation. “I’d like to make you feel better…”

You nodded fervently, your eyes pleading with him. “We’ll just keep it between us, okay?” You nodded again, watching him share a quiet smile before his face disappeared between your thighs again, only a garden of curls visible from between your thighs.

When his fingers dragged smoothly now down your wetness, you jerked again, thighs closing instinctively at the overwhelming sensation, and he stilled a bit holding your knees gently, before you let him part them again. “Just relax, honey, do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head sharply, letting him ease your legs open– “You can put them over my shoulders if it’s easier.” He gave, quietly beneath you. You obliged, gently draping them there before he began again, dragging his fingers along you too slowly, earning a sharp mewl from you. He chuckled, “I’m sorry, you’re just so responsive to me.” He continued, finally drawing his fingers around your clit, smoothing your wetness all over the inside of your labia. He really did know the human body, wow. You whined again, your hands kneading incessantly at your sides. It was so, so much. “Shh, s’my job to help you, honey. Let me make it better.”

“Is it okay if I put my fingers inside?” He offered quietly, lips parted, maybe in awe at your body. “That way, I’ll be able to reach your–”

“Please..”

“Okay,” he chuckled, twisting his hand to face his palm up, leading his middle and ring finger inside of you, to which you arched, letting out a little cry of delight. He let out the sweetest sigh of approval to your noises, only sitting up slightly to watch you respond to his touch. He began to pump his fingers, his other hand coming up between your knees to tug gently at your gown– which was halfway on, still– “Can you pull that up, a little?”

You obliged with shaky hands, pulling it up and over your chest, letting it bunch around your collarbones, letting the cool air meet your breasts, and then his warm hand, palming it gently as he worked you with his other. “Does that feel better?”

You whined the quietest: “Mhm.” As he palmed you, letting your hips rock into his hand freely, feeling his fingers start to deftly move inside you along with the pumps of his hand. It felt so different. You didn’t expect the warm, languid feeling of his wet tongue around your clit, though, lapping at it gently and slowly, in time with his fingers’ delicate thrusts. This was just all too much, you panted, letting out the most graphic moan imaginable, to which he raised his head, cocking his head again at you. “Feels good? Mhm?”

You nodded through your whimpers, heard the noises of your lewd wetness fill the room. He sped his pace a bit with his fingers before asking his next question, his voice gently stuttered by the movement of his arm and his fingers, consequentially. “Have- you ever– ejaculated?”

You raised your head, shaking it… “What do you mean?”

With a grin, he sped his fingers even more, letting his fingers lance against a very particular spot inside of you, and you felt an involuntary pressure grow inside of you before it released all on its own, feeling his fingers work through a release of fluid slip out of you, and then onto his shirt. He laughed quietly, retreating the palm from your breast and back over your clit, both of his hands working you deftly. “Good girl, bet you didn’t know you could do that, huh?”

The noises that had been leaving you were absolutely obscene, and he sighed at every one, still petting over your clit until he sped up, irking a sharp warning from you– “I’m, I–”

He nodded at you in approval, “That’s good, it’s okay–”

And thus, you came, feeling him fail to stop stroking his fingers against you through your orgasm, level-toned phrases of approval leaving his mouth, slowing his hands at perfect timing with the end of your release, the last few pumps of his fingers a deliciously timed appraisal, gently retreating them with a jerk of your hips, letting them come up to his mouth, suckling at them before he pulled them out with a quiet smack.

You heaved, letting your arms relax, feeling quite relieved in fact, probably uttering bare thank you’s and sighs of truly relieved delight.

“Absolutely. I’m glad you trusted me to do that. Also, I think I have a new favorite set of scrubs.”

He laughed as he gestured to them, a small, but, visible wet spot along the top of it. You palmed your mouth, letting your legs close before he drew your gown back down your body. “I’m so sorry!”

“Oh, my god, don’t be, that was fuckin’ great!”

You gazed at each other in satisfied silence before he flinched at the beep of an electronic in his pocket, revealing it with raised brows. “Shit, you’re ready for discharge. Another one, anyway.” He laughed, mainly to himself and you tucked your lips, still in disbelief at your entire experience here.

You watched him turn to the side, donning his stethoscope again and pathetically fail at a discreet attempt to adjust himself, reaching through his waistband and tucking himself into it, letting his shirt fall and adjust over it again. “Woops.”

…

When you had worked through the quite tedious process of discharge paperwork, your nurse handed you a series of slips of paper.

“So, here’s your prescription, and a few of those psych recs. And, something else.”

You smiled, going in for a hug, feeling him offer his arms out gently, soothing a palm down your back and uttering lowly in your ear before he retreated with a grin, “Don’t open it until you’re off the premises.”

…

It was a small blue slip of paper, with a phone number, and a small note beneath it reading:

Call for further treatment.

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A/N: YIPPEEEEE! So much fun! Little Remer nursey boy. I had so much fun silly fun writing this oneshot woops it turned out to be really long and it’s actually kind of freakish but hey man, maybe I gave you a new kink, or whatever. Also it’s in character he has a caretaker personality what the hell do you want me to say, okay! I hope you liked. Leave me asks, notes, etc etc, and leave me a damn hug!!!

𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮:thanks to my wife @sqiblet for her continued involvement in the editing of my fics the world wouldn’t be horny enough without you 🅿️

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made for hazukitanuki's dtiys on twitter!

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we're going to be friends

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ur stripper fic is just awesome i would love to see more if ur up to it

Thank you!! It’s taking me like a million years but a second part is coming :000

#south park #trey parker #trey parker x reader

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‘Walk in’ Doug Remer x Reader

Doug Remer x afab reader

A/N: I don’t ever post stuff like this so idk if it’s even good. I wrote this over a few days and didn’t really do a read through so it might be messy If u want a more explicit pt2 lmk bc I have ideas.

word count: 2209

warnings: slight smut?? Reader Slapping Doug. Slight Perv Remer. I think that’s it. I’m not too sure how to tag these things yet so sorry if I’m missing something.

summary: Doug Remer walks in on you changing after a long day at work

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You had been roommates with Doug Remer and Joe Cooper for a while now. They were the only two idiot stupid enough to offer you the lowest rent in the city. With a price of course.

You had been hanging out with the boys after a game sitting on the porch out back drinking beer and talking about how you had just been unfairly evicted.

~~FLASHBACK~~

“I’ll let you stay for only 400 a month.” Remer had offered kicking his legs up in the Adirondack chair.

Your eyes widened. “Are you serious!?” You asked sitting up, clutching the neck of your beer tightly in your hand.

He snorted taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah on one condition- if you let me and Coop see your tits” he smirked from behind the bottle.

You scowled at him. Remer had been trying to get you to flash them for a while now. He had some weird thing for boobs. He was a creep- not in a weird way though. You had basically grown up with him so you guys bickered about this stuff back and forth. And I mean, No one else was gonna offer you a deal like this, and it’s not like they’d be the only guys who’d have seen them.

You sighed standing up.

Coop looked up at you “he- what are you doing?” He asked leaning forward in his chair.

“Getting my $400 a month for rent you shrugged.

Remers mouth dropped open as you started to lift your shirt.

“No fucking- ahw my god.” He groaned sinking back into his chair, his eyes fixated on you as you flashed them.

“Take a good look, this is the last time you’re gonna see them” you stated coldly.

Remer sat back in his chair sucking his teeth, his hazel eyes burning holes into your chest.

You dropped your shirt. “Happy?” You asked annoyed.

Coop sat wide eyed looking between you and remer unable to speak.

“Mi casa es su casa” Remer chuckled softly outstretching his arms.

~~END FLASHBACK A YEAR LATER~|

You had just gotten home from work. You hated the long hours you were scheduled, you felt like you weren’t getting paid enough.

The job caused your whole body to ache. Your body was tense and you had a bunch of anger pent up from dealing with stupid customers all day.

You stripped yourself out of the faded black jeans replacing them with comfortable fleece shorts. You reached for your top pulling it over your head searching your drawers for some over sized t-shirt.

“Hey (y/n) I don’t see any pizza bites left in the-“

The door swung open as Remer entered the room not bothering to knock.

“Doug!” You cried going to cover your torso with a sheet. You had a bra on but you still felt uncomfortable with him seeing you exposed like this.

His eyes widened and he put his hands up in defense. “Woah woah calm down. I’ve seen chicks boobs before, no biggie”

He stood there, door wide open behind him like this was normal. You rolled your eyes at him. “Doug, get out” you pointed towards the door.

“Hey I’m just sayin’” he let his eyes wander down your body, drinking in the sight before him. You took a book from the night stand throwing it at him. He dodged it, a shit eating grin making its way on his face.

“Fine whatever I’ll leave” he said with attitude. “I was just gonna ask if you bought pizza bites while at the store”

You scoffed. “Remer it wasn’t my turn to go to the store today”

Remer shut the door behind him mumbling something about what he was supposed to eat if no one went to the store. You sighed pulling a shirt over your head.

You headed for the kitchen a little while later deciding you would see if you could find anything to satisfy the pains in your stomach. Doug was on the couch watching tv. You were surprised he didn’t have cable porn pulled up, beating himself in the middle of the living room.

You dug through the panty finding pasta and sauce. You put a pot on the stove to boil.

“Can I have it?” A voice asked from behind you.

Your turned around to see Doug leaning against the counter.

“Have what?” You asked annoyed stirring the water as an encouragement to boil faster.

“You know.” He shrugged.

“No Doug. I don’t know actually” you turned away from him. You heard his feet against the tile as he moved closer.

He leaned against the counter next to you, stupid gap toothed smile plastered across his face.

“Your bra” he grinned.

“Doug, shut up” you said giving him the shoulder.

“Is that a no?” He asked. You turned from the pot, your mouth open.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Well you’re wearing one of my teams jerseys it’s only fair I have something of yours” He protested.

You didn’t say anything turning away again.

He leaned down whispering in your ear. “Please?”

You had no idea what he wanted it for but it was probably for some perverted personal fantasy of his.

“It doesn’t have to be the one your wearing” he tried to compromise.

“Remer, I’m gonna hit you if you don’t back up” you warned not making eye contact.

You could feel the smirk playing on his lips without him uttering a word.

“Cmon, I know you’ve got a ton of them that drawer” he purred

“Doug.” You warned.

“what about that green one…or the lacy black one that has the matching panti-“

Before you could think your hand had swept across his face slapping him.

“Son of a bitch- did you go through my drawer?!” You yelled demanding an answer. You felt bad but from after the long day you’d had you were bound to have had snapped at some point.

He was holding his jaw looking offended. “Ouch” he mumbled rubbing his jaw. “Y’know you should join the team, you’ve got quite the arm.”

You were infuriated with him. Of course he would go through your drawers like that. Him and Coop had quite the reputation or stealing panties from house parties they went to, keeping them like trophies. Almost never were they actually taken from off the girls themselves. Why would you an an exception.

“Fuck you, fucking freak” you murmured from under your breath.

“Look, I’m sorry” Remer came up behind you, his chest grazing against your shoulders and back.

“The drawer was halfway open and I just couldn’t help myself” he mumbled.

The pot was boiling as you added the noodles to the mix not saying anything to the curly haired boy.

He hugged you from behind leaning down to whisper in your ear. “ ‘m really sorry. I promise it was a one time thing” he mumbled into your ear.

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Want some spaghetti?” You asked him disregarding his apologies.

“Please..” he mumbled again hands tightening around your waist.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his touch. You were used to Remer being touchy like this, the occasional hug, kiss on the forehead, or cuddling on the couch to watch a movie. And that accidental drunk hookup a few years ago..

“You smell good..” he said into your shoulder.

You scoffed. “I smell like work”

He stayed there with his head forced into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry for asking that, I just let my imagination get the best of me..”

You hummed in response still a little annoyed but you felt bad for hitting him, you had reacted without thinking

“Lemme make it up to you” he said muffled by your skin. “Stop the stove and I’ll give you a massage, I can feel how tense you are.”

You sighed. Maybe he was right. You didn’t want to be a dick to coop when he came home too. Plus with his huge hands, he gave the best massages. You turned the dial, moving the pot off the stove.

“Go lay on my bed, you can take your shirt off, I’ll wait” he told you.

You obeyed his orders going to his room and pressing your bare chest to the sheets. While you waited you looked around. His room was messy. It was always cluttered. Knickknacks covered the shelves and there was dirty laundry on the floor.

Remer came in a few moments later with a bottle of lotion.

“MmKay just relax” he said squirting some into his hands.

You pressed your face into the mattress as his hands got to work. It felt so good. Remer was so good at finding all the tense knots and working them out.

“Mmm” you hummed into the mattress.

“Feel good?” He asked his hands gliding over your skin.

You nodded and he chuckled in response.

You let out a soft moan as he worked out a knot in your upper shoulder.

“Doug, how’re you so good at this” you sighed into the sheets.

You could feel his hot breath on your ear as he leaned down. “I’m just good with my hands” you could sense his grin even though you couldn’t see his face.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm, but you wanna know what I’m even better with?” He asked his hot breath in your ear.

“What’s that” you turned your head to the side to look at him. There was that gapped tooth grin.

“My mouth”

You grinned a little shaking your head.

“Wanna see?”

Your body stiffened a little as your heart started to pick up its pace. Last time something intimate happened like this between you two you were both shit faced drunk. Without alcohol in your system your heart beat rapidly against your rib cage like it was trying to break out.

He lowered his lips to your shoulder and started leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your skin.

“Doug” you started to protest.

He ghosted his lips against your shoulder until he reached your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin.

You shivered at the feeling, nipples starting to harden.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” He hummed against your skin.

You didn’t respond, trying to focus on something other than his mouth exploring your body.

He took that as an invitation to keep going. Open mouthed kisses soon turned into sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You lifted your neck and in the process causing your sensitive buds to rub against the rough sheets.

You let out a soft whine trying to muffle it with the mattress.

He tsked “don’t be embarrassed now”

His attacks against your neck became harsher and before you knew it you were turning around to face him.

He looked down at your bare chest “well hello there” he smirked.

“Doug..” you weren’t sure if it was a rebuff or a plead for more.

He gave you a goofy grin before wrapping his arms around your lower back pulling you closer as he attacked your neck again.

You tilted your head back giving him more room to work with. He trailed hot kisses down your collar bones, occasionally lingering to suck deep purple marks into your skin, until he reached your chest. When he got to your breasts he took a nipple in his mouth sucking softly.

Your hand shot up to tangle itself in his mess of curls as he started to roll the bud between his tongue.

“Doug..” your breath hitched as you tugged softly.

He hummed against the skin, the feeling going straight to your core.

You used your hand in his hair to guide his mouth around your breast. The coolness of his glasses pressing into your chest as you pushed his face further in.

“God..” you breathed out softly.

He let his teeth graze over or causing you to whine.

He lifted his head coming up to meet your eyes.

“I told you I’m good with my mouth” he said leaning in closer.

“Y-you’re not bad” you responded trying to blow the situation off.

“I could show you more if you want, that was just the beginning.” he offered a smirk on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm” he nodded his curls bouncing as he glanced down at your lips.

You leaned forward going to meet his.

“You couldn’t begin to fathom the kind of pleasure my mouth brings” You could feel his hot Breath on your face as he spoke, his eyes half lidded.

“Who’s making pasta?” A voice called from the other room.

You jumped back from Remer, and rushed to grab your shirt.

“Shit Coops home” you stood up shrugging your shirt on, completely forgetting about your bra lying on Remers messy floor.

“Awe c’monnnn” Remer groaned throwing his head back.

“Remer I’m not letting Joe catch us, the last thing I wanna do is make him uncomfortable.” you said heading for the door.

“God well leaving me like this is uncomfortable..Fucking cockblock” he muttered under his breath.

He watched you leave the room as he cursed to himself tucking himself in his waistband going out to join you and Coop.

He took a mental note to flush the toilet the next time Joe was taking a shower.

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Pt. 2 here

#doug remer #joe cooper #doug remer x reader #baseketball #matt stone

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