Summary : everyone is celebrating the championship, but all he wants is five minutes with you away from cameras
WARNINGS- (18+) unprotected p in v, kissing, some fluff at the start.
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a/n - thought this was fitting for the Red Sox since we are on a winning streak, fingers crossed for a championship, enjoy some more Jarren Smut
Sincerely, C
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The crack of the bat was the last thing you remember, before the stadium erupted into a fit of screams and excited cheering.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched the team sprinting from the dugout and bullpen.
They’d just won the whole thing.
Your eyes search the field for Jarren, finally locking eyes with him
He had that huge stupid grin on his face, making you laugh to yourself, thinking that’s my big goof.
You go down to the family exit walking onto the field with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.
Before you can even walk a few steps towards him, he is barreling toward you, scooping you up in his arms tightly.
“I’m so proud of you baby” you whisper in his ear.
“Thank you honey, couldn’t have done it without you” he sets you down, you look up at him smiling, before pressing your lips to his.
Before you can congratulate him more, he’s leaning down toward your ear, “I need you right now baby.”
“Right now? Jarren.”
“Please, I’m so hard.” He presses you closer and you feel his erection straining against his baseball pants.
“The employee bathroom is right over there” you nod your head toward it.
He grabs your hand practically dragging you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing you against it, while kissing you roughly
“We have to be quick Jar”
“5 minutes baby that’s all I need”
He undoes the belt on his baseball pants, and taking himself out of his boxers, stroking once.
You slip your thong down your legs, leaving you in your denim skirt
He picks you up again hiking your skirt up further
“You ready”
“Yes”
He trusts in hard, gently grinding his hips into yours
“Fuck Jarren” your arms tighten around his neck, throwing your head back.
His thrusts stay at a consistent pace, his grunts and groans turning you on more, and inching you closer to your climax
“I’m so close babe” he moans resting his forehead against yours
“Me too” you moan kiss him
“Can I cum in you?” You open your eyes looking at him, nodding, while biting your lip
Jarrens eyes widened “really?”
“Yeah, baby you won the championship, I’ll let you cum in me the first time to.”
His thrusts speed up and you orgasm hard, moaning loud into the stale bathroom air
And he’s right behind you, a few seconds later dumping his load into you.
He stays there for a minute just holding you.
Then he pulls out, your mixed liquids, running down from your soaked core down your thighs.
Jarren set you down, walking towards the sink, wetting a paper towel and cleaning you up.
You slide your thong back up your shaky legs, struggling a little, then pulling your skirt back down.
Jarrens standing in the mirror cleaning himself and putting his belt back on. You wrap your arms around him from behinds kissing him through his sweaty jersey
“I love you so much.”
“I love you to the moon and back, I’m the luckiest man ever won 2 championships today”
Warnings: literal porn. oral (f! receiving kind of, m! receiving definitely), spanking, talking you through it, unprotected p in v, and anything else i missed im sorry
You hadn't seen Roman in a month, so when he finally had some free time for lunch, you took the opportunity to catch up with him.
After an hour had gone by of updates and laughs, his phone began to blow up. Probably some group chat he's in.
"You doing anything tomorrow?" Roman asks looking up from his phone.
"Why?" you reply.
"We're going out tomorrow to celebrate All Star break. Coming?"
You cross your arms in anticipation. "Define 'we' for me."
"Well I don't know everyone," Roman starts before you cut him off.
"You know who I'm talking about," you say sternly.
He sighs. "Yeah, Jarren's coming."
"Then yes, I have other plans tomorrow." You take a bite of your lunch in attempt to close the conversation.
He groans in frustration. "Can you guys just let it go? Whatever it is that makes you two hate each other so much."
"Correction, I don't hate him, I'm just not his cup of tea for some reason unbeknownst to me."
"Please, I want you there." He begs.
You give a heavy sigh; he is your best friend. You grew up watching him work his ass off to get to where he is, the least you could do is celebrate with him. Especially considering the lack of a season he's had with his injury.
"Fine. Only because I love you and you're going to Fort Myers soon." You aggressively start picking at your lunch with your fork.
He grins in the way he does when he picks on you. "Awe, see I knew you loved me."
"Watch it, Ro Ro."
.
.
Of course the guys decided on a bar. Which is fine, honestly, you weren't in the mood to go anywhere too nice. A white t shirt with blue jeans and some light makeup always looked chic, and was appropriate for the occasion.
Walking in, it's easy to spot them, especially since they're loud as hell. Ro Ro looks super excited when he sees you and forces the guys to move down for you so you have a spot.
"Got your usual," he says before sipping his drink and sliding yours to you.
"Awe thanks," you look down the bar to the others, "Hey guys."
Connelly and Celo return smiles and waves before going back to their conversation.
"So, where's everyone else?" you ask slightly fidgeting your fingers
"Relax, he's not here yet. Only a few more are coming though, so you can stick by me and Celo if it gets to be too much," he reassures you.
"Thanks, but I can handle it," you say. He just chuckles and hops back into conversation with the other two.
Time passes, conversations are lighthearted, and the others show up sporadically. The bar becomes crowded quickly, filling up with Boston natives and tourists.
You don't register Jarren's arrival until he squeezes himself between you and Roman, who's too consumed with Marcelo to even notice. You scoff and look away, trying to avoid any sly remarks from Jarren.
Jarren scoffs in return. "Nice to see you, too."
Clearly, you weren't getting off that easily. "You wedged yourself in between the only personal space I had left."
"Sorry to break up you and your boyfriend," he teases.
You laugh. "Please," you nod your head towards Roman and Celo, "Those two are more like boyfriends if you look hard enough. Plus, I don't date, thank you very much."
"Can't imagine why," he trails off.
You furrow your brows, already annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Who else is gonna put up with you?"
You don't say anything, just nod your head and get up to head towards the bathroom, ignoring Roman calling out for you.
.
.
Did he piss you off that much already? No, not really, but stepping away early on before you got too aggravated felt like the right move. You take some breaths, reapply your lip, and check your phone before heading back out. One more drink, then you're done.
Back at your spot, Jarren's nowhere to be found. Probably making some other poor girl miserable. You order your second drink and start to check on Roman before a random man takes Jarren's spot.
"I'm sorry, trying to order something on the other side is impossible," he says with a smile.
You look at him and offer one back, "All good."
He studies you for a moment. "You have some of the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."
Heat creeps onto your cheeks. He's handsome, not exactly your type, but still handsome. "Thank you so much."
"I'm Jackson, by the way," he says while extending his hand for you.
You take it and give it a light shake, returning the gesture.
Before you know it, you two are fully engaged in conversation. The topics are surface level- hometowns, careers, hobbies. He's decently funny, has a nice smile, and doesn't seem to show any immediate red flags. You can actually feel yourself enjoying his company.
Every now and then, you feel eyes on you. You take a scan each time, but the capacity of the bar makes it near impossible to find anyone familiar with just a glance. You don't even realize Roman and the guys have wandered off somewhere until you look down the bar just to be met with a group of strangers in their places.
"So," Jackson starts, "You come here by yourself tonight?"
"No, no. I met my friends, though I couldn't tell you where they are right now." You reply, offering him a smile and tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Some nice friends of yours," he jokes.
"Watch yourself, they play for the Red Sox." You warn.
He raises a brow. "Oh really? Who are they?"
"Come on, I can't tell you that."
He laughs in response and takes a sip. "Well, as long as Jarren Duran isn't one of them. That guy fucking sucks."
You pause, trying to think of how to even respond to that. Considering Jarren as one of your friends is complicated, but you still plan to defend his name nonetheless. Before you can retaliate, you feel an arm snake around your shoulders.
"What's so bad about him?" Jarren asks slyly. You watch as Jackson's face goes white, tripping over whatever words fall out of his mouth.
Jarren really pays no mind, just looks at you. "Come on. I'm taking you home."
You give him a puzzled look. "I walked here, I'll be fine."
"No way. I can't find Roman or anybody else and I think he'd kill me if I knowingly let you leave a bar alone at night. Let's go." He's not picking on you like he usually does, he actually sounds like he's serious.
"Jarren really I'm fine-"
"I said let's go." His eyes grow dark and focus in on you. It's not worth trying to get out of this, and you're silently cursing Roman for essentially putting you in this position.
"Alright," you sigh, grabbing your things. "I need to pay, hold on."
"Already took care of it," Jarren says.
You feel your face get hot and butterflies float around in your stomach. Oh no, absolutely not. You just shake your head and begin following him to the door.
"Wait, any chance I can get your number?" Jackson asks.
"No," Jarren replies sternly, grabbing your hand before you can respond.
.
.
The short drive to your apartment was spent in agonizing silence. You fought with him on the way to his car for your hand, but he didn't let up until he opened the passenger door for you without a word. Since then, it's been pure crickets.
He still doesn't say anything when you walk up to your place, not even when you ask why he's doing this, considering it's never ever happened before. It's too intimate for whatever dynamic the two of you have.
You get inside ready to bid him farewell when he brushes past you.
"Sure, make yourself at home," you grumble.
He paces for a second then stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway. "I thought you didn't date," is the first thing he says to you since the bar.
You stare at him, confused. "I don't."
"Sure as hell didn't seem that way," he retorts, finally meeting your eyes.
You cross your arms in frustration. "Why do you care so much?"
He takes a few steps closer until he's basically cornered you into the wall. You're close enough to smell his cologne, sending shivers down your spine and an ache to your belly.
"Were you trying to make me jealous?" he says, brushing your hair out of your face.
You practically laugh in his face. "Why the fuck would I be trying to make you jealous?"
He laughs dryly and tuck his tongue in the corner of his cheek. "I see the way you look at me, you know?
"And how do I look at you?"
"Like you're thinking about having your way with me."
You hesitate. "I absolutely do not."
"Oh really?" He says smugly, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. You part your mouth slightly and he takes the opportunity to place his thumb in your mouth. "You're gonna try and tell me you haven't thought about me fucking all that attitude of you?" He pushes his thumb in deeper.
You whimper, his thumb obstructing your ability to answer. He hasn't taken his eyes off of you once, making it extremely difficult to mask how badly you want him right now.
When you don't answer, he pulls out his thumb and rubs your cheek with it. "That's what I thought," he mumbles before caressing your face with both hands and crashing his lips against yours. You're a moaning mess as his tongue dances with yours, occasionally biting your bottom lip. The sweet taste of his spit is enough to make you ache for him.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up from the back of your thighs to carry you to the bed, smacking your ass hard before he drops you onto the mattress.
In an instant, he flips you over onto your belly and hovers over the sweet spot behind your ear.
"You think making me jealous is gonna get you what you want?" He whispers, then kisses the spot just below your ear giving you full body goosebumps. "Hm?"
"I wasn't trying to make you jealous," you whine, breath slightly shaky.
"You're such a bad liar, you know that?" He pulls your shirt off and trails kisses down your back just above your ass. "I think," he says pulling down your jeans, "You've thought about me having you like this for a long time."
Your breath hitches in your throat, you can't even respond and tell him that he's right.
"Actually, I know you have. You're already so wet for me," he teases, pulling your panties to the side. "So pretty, sweetheart."
"Jarren," you whisper, head already feeling fuzzy with anticipation.
"If you want me so bad," he says before licking your slick, "All you have to do is ask nicely." You moan at his touch, desperate for him.
"Please, Jarren," you beg, growing more and more needy.
"Speak up, need to hear you." He's running his fingers through your slick, only teasing you with a pump of his finger once.
"Please fuck me, Jarren!" You cry out, embarrassed by how much he's turning you on.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He teases, pulling your panties off. You hear him fumbling with his clothes before they drop to the floor.
He teases the tip of his cock along your folds slowly, taking his time with you.
"Jarren," you gasp, practically on the verge of tears.
"Ask me again," he says, brushing your clit with his thumb.
You groan in frustration. "Please."
He thrusts into you, practically ending up in your stomach. "Fuck, Jarren," you cry out, earning another smack on your ass. You know it'll be welted by the morning.
"I could've had you like this a long time ago," he says pulling out slowly and slamming back harder, "But you just had to go on and be a brat, huh?" His thrusts somehow get harder, driving you insane as he keeps hitting the spot in your core that makes your belly hurt.
You want to answer back so badly, but he's fucking you into oblivion to the point of being incoherent. When you try to reach for a pillow, he grabs your arms and pins them behind your back with his left hand. "Uh uh, I want you all to myself." He only fucks you hard, hitting your cervix repeatedly to the edge of overstimulation. "You can take it, baby I know you can."
You feel yourself tightening around his dick, and right before you reach your orgasm he pulls out. You cry out in frustration, overstimulation dominating you.
He pulls you around onto your back, grabbing your neck and kissing you. "I told you," he says when he breaks, "Teasing me isn't gonna get you what you want. Especially after that little stunt you pulled earlier."
You're panting, already too fucked out to respond. He lays on the bed and guides you on top of him, pulling you into another kiss with a grip on your hair. The kisses are sloppy, lazy from how bad you need him.
"I wanna see my dick in that pretty mouth of yours," he says in between kisses, exploring your curves and smacking your ass more. The sensation is sharp after awhile, causing a few wails to escape from you.
When he rubs circles on your ass to calm the pain, you make way down on the bed coming face to face with his painfully hard cock. You slightly panic at the sight of him, you could barely take him in your pussy, so your mouth was questionable.
You grab the base of his shaft and pump it a couple of times before sucking his tip, coming off with a pop. He lulls his head back, a soft moan escaping from him. You smirk and slowly spit, watching it dribble all the way down before taking him all in and bobbing your head.
"Fuck baby," he says, guiding you with his hand on the top of your head. "Look at me while you suck my cock."
You obey and give him your fuck me eyes, using your tongue while you suck him to drive him wild.
"That's my pretty girl, fuck don't stop," he moans, biting his lip while looking at you. You continue bobbing your head, adding spit as you go and humming occasionally, earning some loud moans from him.
After a few minutes he brings your head up, leaning forward to kiss you hard. He runs his hands all over you, pinching and sucking your nipples every now and then. He grabs your arms and cradles your waist to plop you on your back. You spread your legs for him, earning a grin from him.
"So pretty and needy for me," he mumbles, pumping his cock in your hand. "Too bad I haven't forgiven you yet."
He thrusts into you again hard, holding your legs and propping your ankles on his shoulders. Somehow he maintains a balancing pace of both fast and hard, making your head go numb.
"You just love making me jealous huh?" He says between thrusts. "You think he could ever fuck you as good as I do?" His eyes get darker, and when you try to look away, he grabs your jaw and faces you towards him. "Answer me."
"N-no, only you," you say between gasps. You can feel yourself getting close again.
"Yeah? And who's pussy is this?"
"Yours," you whisper, trying your best not to cum.
"Louder baby," he says. He's getting sloppier and his moans get louder, you can tell he's close.
"Yours, daddy!" You feel yourself tighten around him especially as he's rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.
"That's my girl. You can cum for me baby, make a mess on me."
You cry out as you reach your orgasm, tears filling in your eyes. You can feel him twitch inside of you, filling you up.
He drops down onto you, both trying to catch your breath. You run your fingers through his curls as you come down from your high, he's rubbing circles on your hips.
He comes back up after a minute and gives you a quick peck. "Guess what?"
"What?"
He has a shit eating grin on his face. "You can thank Roman for sneaking the guys out the back for me."
You groan. "Are you fucking serious?"
"He said we needed to fix our hatred for each other by tonight."
You laugh and shove his shoulder. "I'm gonna fucking kill him."
"Good luck with that, 'cause I'm not moving."
You sigh and accept your fate. "Wouldn't want you to anyways."
a/n: okay HI I've never written smut before lol. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, but I guess I'll just have to keep practicing 🙄 I didn't want much of a plot since all the girls want straight porn lately. Idk. Recs and request always welcome in my inboxx <3. also yes. I have daddy issues, what are we gonna do about it.
summary - summary: Your relationship with Jarren has always been on-again, off-again. But after one disappointment too many, you’re finally ready to walk away. But are you after tonight?
WARNINGS - (18+) kissing, arguing, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, no use of y/n.
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a/n: first time posting, I’m open to suggestions on stories or how to improve my writing. I love jarren and want to portray him in the best to my ability!
Sincerely, C
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Boston.
The city had become a second home over the last year.
You knew the best coffee shop two blocks from Fenway. You knew which security guards would wave you through with a smile and which ones would make you show your pass every. single. time. You even knew what nights Jarren would be in a good mood before he answered the phone.
Tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Your apartment was quiet except for the TV humming in the background while you folded laundry.
Your phone lit up.
Jarren: You awake?
You stared at the screen.
Of course he was texting now.
Not when you had invited him over two nights ago.
Not when he’d ignored your calls yesterday.
Not after disappearing for nearly a week because, in his words, “I’ve just got a lot going on.”
You sighed and typed anyway.
You: Yeah.
Three dots. Then…
Jarren: Can I come over?
You laughed, an actual laugh. The audacity.
You: It’s 11:43.
Jarren: I know.
You: You remembered I existed?
No response.
Just three bouncing dots.
Then they disappeared.
Typical.
You tossed your phone onto the couch.
Fifteen minutes later—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You closed your eyes.
“Of course.”
When you opened the door, there he stood.
Gray hoodie.
Backward cap.
Hands shoved into his pockets.
He looked tired.
“You gonna let me in?” he asked quietly.
“No.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“No?”
“You heard me.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“C’mon.”
“No.”
“I just wanted to talk.”
You crossed your arms.
“That’s funny.”
“What is?”
“You only want to talk when you’re lonely.”
His jaw tightened.
“That’s not true.”
“It isn’t?”
Silence.
You stepped onto the porch, pulling the door closed behind you.
“When was the last time you asked me how work was?”
He didn’t answer.
“When was the last time you called because you actually wanted to hear about my day?”
Nothing.
“When was the last time you made plans and actually kept them?”
His gaze dropped to the concrete.
“I’ve been busy.”
“There it is.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
The words came easier now.
“You don’t get to disappear whenever baseball gets hard and then show up at my apartment expecting me to put everything back together.”
“I never asked you to.”
“You didn’t have to.”
The street fell quiet.
A car rolled by somewhere down the block.
Before you could stop him, he was grabbing your face kissing you.
You should have pulled away and make this goodbye easier, but he felt so good.
“Jarren” you moan as his tongue enters your mouth tracing your molers
“You like that baby girl, you like my tongue” he grabs a handful of your ass hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
One arm supports you while the other opens the door, trailing his mouth down your neck.
Jarren walks to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed before grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge, making you gasp.
Before you can argue or make a sarcastic comment, he’s ripping off your panties
“My favorite thong!” You look at him with a scowl
“Don’t worry baby I’ll by you a new one or 10.” There was a smart remark right on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say it his tongue made a slow pass through your folds.
You arch off the bed grabbing at his curls, tugging him closer to where you need him.
“Jarren fuck!” His tongue works magic on you going in and out, licking up and down, and teasing your clit with his thumb.
“I’m gonna cum” but before you can cum, hr moves his face away, you look down at him, his chin and nose glistening with your wetness
“Not yet, I wanna see you fall apart underneath me.” You scoot back, propping yourself to watch him as he undoes his belt, and slides them down to his ankles.
He takes his long hefty shaft into his hands, rubbing his thumb over his pre-cum soaked tip, before pumping it a few times.
“You ready baby doll?” You nod
“Words babe.”
“Yes please, I need you.” Your legs spread wider as he settles between your legs
You gasp as he trusts all the way in, he gives you about 2 seconds to adjust to him before moving.
Not a slow pace, his thrusts are quick, rough, and hit spots you didn’t even know you had.
“Mhmm jarren please” you moan throwing your head back
“What baby, what do you need” he looks into your eyes
“Closer, I need you closer” you claw at his back, which is definitely gonna leave marks
Jarren shifts your legs over his shoulder, his face pressed into your neck leaving open mouth kisses.
“Is this better baby?”
“Yesss I’m gonna cum” you pull at his hair
“Cum with me baby” you cum, your whole body convulsing from the wait, he rides out your orgasm with you, thrusting through it. Before collapsing on your chest.
He rolls over breathing hard.
“You know you’re a Manchild, right?”
He chuckles rolling over and nuzzling into your neck.
