Rough Rider
Jarren Duran x Fem!Reader
The constant gawking and flirting towards Jarren infuriates you. He’ll act oblivious just so you can remind him who he belongs to.
You knew Jarren was a catch. He was attractive, tall, tatted up and had a stoic presence to him. You couldn’t blame the women that threw themselves at him. He looked like the definition of “a real man”.
Even if Jarren wasn’t a professional athlete, he would still be attractive. His career just adds onto it.
Your boyfriend was many women’s dream man. You’d seen the edits on Tik Tok, the comments stating they just need 5 minutes with him. You laugh at the harmless statements and even save the edits. He is hot after all.
But, you’d never get used to women throwing themselves at him in person. Fans know he’s taken. He has hard launched you months into the relationship.
He mentions you at any opportunity. He has pictures of you on his social media, has a chain with your initials on it and so much more. He makes it known he’s taken, yet it seems like that ignited a fire in women.
Jarren is a man with eyes that are only for you. He doesn’t even open his DM’s, not wanting to come across something that’s disrespectful to you.
Whenever he’s out and does get hit on, he’s respectful with how he declines. He’s a gentleman regardless, and that was something you loved about him.
Yet you couldn’t help getting jealous sometimes. You knew he wasn’t the type of man to cheat or sneak around, but it still had your stomach turning.
Especially when you see a women hitting on him in person. You had gone to the bathroom for five quick minutes. When you turn the corner you expect to see him tucked away alone in the corner of the lounge. Large parties were never Jarren’s vibe, yet he’d attend for you. He’d do anything and whatever you asked of him.
Instead of seeing him “people watching” as he’d say, you see a tall blonde in front of him. You can’t see his face, but you can make out that she’s twirling her hair. You stand to watch, even though you know it looks weird.
You see her put her phone out, and then his hand stops the phone from getting close to him. You start to walk over, the loud music is nothing compared to your thoughts. Your mind racing and thinking every outlandish thought.
You get close enough to see his face, he’s looking only at her face. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you see him shake his head.
When he finally sees you, he says something then points at you. The women turns around and gives a disappointed look. She walks off and you see Jarren’s true personality come back.
His coke in his hand as he leans back on the couch, legs spreading. “Hi baby” he says, pulling you to stand in between his legs. His hands on the back of your knees, rubbing the smooth skin.
Your hands cup his chin, playing with his goatee. “Hi handsome” you sweetly say, and he pats his thigh.
You sit, fixing your dress as you get comfortable on him. Your arm is around his shoulders as he passes you your drink.
“What’d she say” you ask, curiousity killing you.
He laughs, his dimples are prominent. “Something about wanting my number, I kept telling her no. She just kept standing there til you showed up”
You nod, and you look around the lounge. You didn’t even notice how many women were looking at him, yet he didn’t seem to notice. He was focused on you, as if you were the only person there.
He had his arm around your waist protectively as the night passed. It was truly a great night, yet you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.
You took the last gulp of your drink before kissing his cheek. “I only get kisses on the cheek now?” he teases, raising his eyebrow at you.
You roll your eyes and slap his chest lightly. “Say please and you’ll get a real one then” you playfully say. He sits up a little, hands gripping your waist.
“Can I get a real kiss princess, please?” he asks looking you directly in the eyes. You can’t hide the smirk creeping up on your face. You obviously give in, placing a peck on his lips.
He huffs, “A peck?” and you laugh as you play with his chains. “You did say just a kiss” you coyly respond.
Moments like this— where you’re lost in his eyes, his scent, and his skin make you feel like you’re the only two people on Earth. He has you so smitten, while simultaneously having everyone around him smitten as well.
You lean in more, almost completely laying on him. He rubs your side, going on his phone to take a photo of you laid up on him. “Another photo for black mail Mr.Duran?” you joke as he snaps a photo of you.
He laughs, and you can see the smile lines you love spread on his face. His perfect teeth and lips, “Can’t be blackmail if you look beautiful in every photo” he replies.
He always had a way with words. You lean in and press a kiss onto his lips. He grabs the side of your face, keeping you there.
Jarren has always been a guy who strayed away from pda, but he didn’t care. While you realized you could use this to your advantage. You deepened the kiss, letting your tongue make its way into his mouth.
He groaned slightly at you sitting up more. You could feel him growing within his pants. He followed your lead, while you put on a show. Something inside you needed to prove to everyone that he was yours, all yours.
When you pulled back all you could stare at was his puffy lips. “Take me home, please” you pleaded, sounding needier than you expected.
He smiles up and you, “Yeah, let’s go baby” he agrees tapping your leg. You swiftly get up and grab his hand to lead him to the car. You could see the blonde who approached him with her head down, it was obvious your message was received.
The walk to the car seemed to drag. The Boston air leaving goosebumps on your skin. Yet all you could think about is what was gonna happen when you got home.
Once you saw Jarren’s truck you picked up the pace, practically dragging him to the car. You could hear him chuckling, “What’s got you so needy sweetheart?” he says as your infront of the car door, waiting for it to be unlocked.
“Need you really bad” you confess, tugging on the end of his shirt. He curses to himself before unlocking the door and letting you in.
He’s always been a safe driver, going the speed limit and obeying all the traffic rules. But, with the way you were touching his thigh and his erection, he needed to get you both home immediately.
He wasted no time pulling into the driveway and quickly getting out. You got out just as fast, letting your hands wander on his back as he opened the door.
Before you he could even lock it you were on him. Pulling him in for another desperate kiss. His hands on your waist, gripping you tightly as you pushed him onto the couch. He laid back, arms spread over the back of it.
Your eyes wander over to his arms, the way his tattoos look, and how small he makes the couch look. You straddle him, ass directly on his dick. “No teasing tonight” he warns and you let out a small laugh.
You remove his shirt, rubbing the exposed area. Slowly getting off you kneel infront of him to unbuckle his pants. There’s no hiding the erection, it’s prominent and large. You palm it once he’s left in just his boxers. You place a warm kiss on it before leaving him bare.
It lays on his stomach proudly. You stand up and begin to remove your dress, sliding one strap off at a time. He groans at how long you’re taking. He grabs himself and strokes himself lightly, clearly enjoying the show.
When you’re left in your panties he puts his hand out to stop you. “Come here” he asks, and you listen. His hands come up to your hips and rub them. He kisses your side and slowly peels your underwear down.
They’re left at your ankles while he cups and plays with your ass cheeks. “Prettiest girl” he whispers into your skin. He grabs your hand as you step out of the underwear.
You push him back onto the couch, and straddle him once more. You feel him poking your folds, and you can’t wait anymore. You get on your toes, hand reaching between you two and grab him. You align him and slowly sink down. Your arousal spreading over him already, letting you slide down with ease.
You let your eyes close while you slowly lower yourself. His hands are on your boobs, groping and massaging them. Your thighs shake slightly as you lower yourself more and more.
The need takes over, and you slam your hips at the last few inches. You grab his shoulders and lean in, you kiss his ear, neck and cheek. You move your hips, not lifting them just yet.
He spanks you, “Feel so fucking good” he moans as you continue to kiss him. That motivates you to lift your hips, just enough to slam back down. The skin on skin sounds motivating you more.
You let your hands grab his chain, the ones that have your initials. You tug on it to bring his head up. You pick up the pace and he’s helping you move up and down.
“You’re all mine— only mine. Tell me, need to hear it” you whine in his ear and he bucks his hips up. His head falls back omp the couch, eyes shut and jaw slacked. Your fingers go to the curls that rested on the nape of his neck.
You slammed harder each time. Your fingers grabbed the curls and brought his head back up to you again. “C’mon baby, tell me. Tell me you’re all mine, this is all mine” you moan while touching his body.
He’s a moaning mess underneath you, letting you have your way. Yet you’re persistent, needed to hear him say it. You sit completely on him, clenching and just grinding.
Your hand makes its way to his neck, not squeezing just holding it. “Shit, move please. So good princess” he pleads.
“Say it” you demand while kissing his collarbones.
He puts his arms around you, holding you to his chest. You feel him move up on the couch, and then he starts bucking up. “All fucking yours baby, no one else. I got the prettiest girl in the world” he says through gritted teeth as he pounds into you.
You grip onto him and cry out, clenching around him. He spanks your other cheek and sucks on one nipple. His soft lips wrap around the sensitive skin, causing shivers to move up your spine.
You move your hips faster, chasing the orgasm that’s quickly approaching. “Can feel you tightening around me, go head baby let go. Make a mess all over me” he growls out and his tip is hitting a part so deep inside of you.
Your nails dig into his skin as you shake, cumming around him. He fucks you through it, your name falling from his lips. You lay on him, feeling a euphoric pleasure and then you feel his hips do one last thrust.
He keeps himself still inside you, and you feel yourself get filled. The feeling is foreign, he’s only cum inside you twice.
You can feel the liquid and you clench to keep it in, all while he’s still inside. He rubs your spine and you whine. “You better hope it stays, that’ll prove I’m all yours” he half jokingly says. You hold him tighter, pushing your face deeper into his neck.
“I’ll say it everyday— every hour if I have to. I’m all yours”
a/n: hi!! thank you for reading til the end, i hope you enjoyed it. i figured id add my thoughts at the end of fics moving forward. i really liked the concept of switch!jarren & i hope you guys do too! all feedback is always appreciated💘