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remersgf · 1 year

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doug remer x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure. do you wanna roll up again?”

“absolutely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you into that, remer?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“do it, do it inside, remer.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“thanks, dickwad” you giggle.

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

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

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

you whisper it back, softly slipping into unconsciousness.

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

“man, it smells like sex in here!”

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