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thinking about... working out with jarren in the offseason
jarren is always the first to wake up in the morning. he tries his hardest not to wake you up, but on the days that he makes you crack an eye open, you're going to the gym with him.
you always sit in bed for a couple minutes, blanket half draped over your shoulder, hair messy, eyes still struggling to stay open. it isn't until jarren comes to place a kiss on your forehead that you finally pull yourself out of bed.
on the drive to the gym jarren always lets you pick the music. since it's not very often that you join him, he compromises by letting you pick the playlist that you both listen to while you work out.
the taste in music isn't too different, thankfully. so he never minds letting you pick.
the gym is indoors, but they always have the garage door up to let in that long beach sun. his workout routine consists of inside and outside exercises and it always feels nice to step out into crisp january weather and cool off.
as soon as jarren starts his workout, the athlete switch in his brain flips on. he's so focused and structured, always making sure his form is right and that he's working out the right muscles for the exercise he's doing.
and when you get thrown into the mix?
he's making sure that you're working just as hard as he is.
"c'mon baby, i know you can give me two more," he encourages.
you're benching and he's standing right behind you, making sure to let you know that he's there if you don't think you can push all the way through.
and when you're squatting?
"get lower baby... thereeee you go."
he has to stand behind you and make sure that your form is good!
and if his eyes wander down to your ass, he tells himself it's because you're not getting low enough in your squat.
"you gonna keep staring at my ass or are you gonna help me rack this shit?" you tease, quirking an eyebrow at him.
he throws his hands up in defense and chuckles. "well, fuck me for wanting to make sure you're keeping your form tight."
when all is said and done, you're toast.
your legs are jelly, you can't pick your arms up, and you're really wishing that you'd just pretended to stay asleep this morning.
jarren always make sure to let you know he's proud of you. he'll kiss you for finishing a rep, give you a small tap on your ass to get you moving over to the next station, and after you guys finish he takes you out to eat.
your favorite spot was the shake shack on the pier by the beach. you'd hork down a fat burger, fries, and jarren always bought you an oreo milkshake to go with it.
"why do you keep feeding me these big, greasy ass meals after a workout?" you queried one time, smiling as jarren scoffed with a smirk.
"because," he pauses for a moment to swallow his bite. "that burger goes straight to your ass every time."
you gasp and smack him with the back of your hand. he chuckles and leans toward your ear, voice low.
"hurry up and finish. i wanna shower and show you how much fatter your ass has gotten."
a/n: i'm getting so tired of posting this shit in parts y'all.
warnings: a little more sexual language in this one, but mf tumblr is forcing me to post the smut in ANOTHER POST.
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When you finally glance over, he’s watching the road with the same focus he uses when there’s a ball hit in the air. His jaw’s tight, his lips pressed together like he’s holding something back.
“You’re so quiet,” you say, trying to sound normal.
“So are you,” he shoots back, his voice low. “Which is weird considering you can barely shut the fuck up most of the time.”
You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “I was just… thinking.”
His mouth curves, and you already know you’ve given yourself away. “Thinking about what?”
You glance out the window again, heat rising to your cheeks. “Doesn’t matter.”
He chuckles under his breath, the sound dark and amused. “If it’s what I think it is, then it definitely matters.”
You turn back to him, pretending to be unfazed. “Oh yeah? And what exactly do you think I was thinking about?”
“That I looked sexy today,” he chuckles, like it’s a fact. “And how you couldn’t stop eye-fucking me from across the table.”
You scoff, but it’s useless—he knows you too well. “And who says you’re that sexy, huh?”
His thumb pressed a little harder into your thigh before he started creeping his fingers closer to the inside of your thigh, his eyes flicked toward you briefly before returning to the road. “You do. Especially when I catch you biting your lip every time I fixed my hat”
Your mouth drops open in mock offense, but you can’t stop laughing. “N-no I wasn’t.”
“Babe,” he says, shaking his head while smirking like you’re ridiculous, “I noticed everything. Including the way you were staring at my arms like you were about to climb across the table.”
“Okay,” you mutter, smirking, “like you weren’t doing the same thing to me. I caught you staring at me too.”
“Yeah,” he admits without hesitation. “Because I know my girlfriend is sexy as fuck. I could barely fuckin’ focus on what Bregman was talking about because your tits were out.”
The honesty in his voice made your stomach twist. You don’t even try to hide your grin. “Well, guess we’re both fuckin’ guilty then, huh?”
He hums in agreement, his fingers lightly grazing over the denim covering your core. Your breath hitched and you nearly choked on your own spit. “Guess so. Which means as soon as we get home, we’re gonna have to do something about this shit.”
You raise a brow. “Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind, baby?”
He glances at you, his smirk saying everything his words don’t. “You’ll see,”
And just like that, the silence in the truck isn’t uncomfortable anymore—it’s electric, humming between you, counting down the miles until you’re back at his place.
By the time Jarren parked in his spot, your pussy drenched from the gentle teasing you through your shorts he was doing. Neither of you says much as you rush upstairs to his apartment, the silence so thick you can almost taste it.
He unlocks the door, pushes it open—and that’s as far as you get.
The second you’re inside, his mouth is on yours. It’s not soft, not slow—just pure, pent-up energy finally breaking loose. You stumble back against the wall, your hands tangling in the same curls you’d been eyeing all afternoon, pulling him closer.
He tastes faintly like the gum he was just chewing in the car and whatever drink he had at lunch, but mostly he just tastes like Jarren. His hands find your waist, sliding under the hem of your top like he’s been waiting hours for this exact moment.
You barely manage to gasp between kisses, and when you do, he’s right there murmuring against your swollen lips, “Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you’ve been doing to me all day?”
“Why don’t you show me,” you breathe, tugging his shirt just enough to feel the warmth of his skin.
He laughs softly, but it’s low and rough, and then he’s kissing you again, harder this time. The doorway becomes the only world that matters—heat pressed to heat, your back against the door, his hands roaming everywhere.
By the time he pulls back the second time, you’re both breathing hard, and there’s no mistaking the look in his eyes.
He’s about to fuck you until you see stars.
You squeal as soon as he hoists you up by the backs of your thighs. Instinctively, you wrap them around his waist as he carries you over to his room. He kicked the slightly cracked door open with such force you were sure the door handle could’ve made a hole in his wall.
And as soon as he laid you down on top of his comforter, your hair splayed out against the navy blue color like peacock feathers, that was when he knew his time was finally here. A low growl ripped itself out of his throat as he manhandled the button of your shorts, yanking the denim down your legs and tossing them into an unnamed corner of his bedroom.
a/n: guys. i let the freak out with this one. LET ME KNOW HOW WE LIKE THE JARREN SMUT ON HERE BC IF THIS DOES WELL I'M NOT HOLDING BACK FOR Y'ALL ANYMORE. (also tumblr is so mf stupid i don't know why i can't just post everything in one long fic ugh)
word count: 3.4k
warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, oral, (m and f receiving) overstimulation if you squint hard enough, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex/creampie (smut will be in next part)
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You’re trying to behave yourself.
Really. You are.
The team claimed the entire outdoor patio of a little restaurant that Bregman recommended for the off day. It’s tucked far enough from the main street to pretend that you’re invisible. The owners closed it off just for them, so there’s no one watching but the staff. Everyone’s in shorts or t-shirts, sunglasses perched on top of their heads, plates of food scattered across the joined tables.
Some of the other girlfriends and wives are there, clustered with you at one end of the table. You’re nodding along to the conversation, sure, but your focus keeps drifting to where Jarren’s sitting with Trevor, Rob, Roman, Marcelo, and Romy.
His hat is backwards. And he keeps lifting it off his head to shake his curls out before putting it back on. Every time his arms raise to pick it up, you bite your lip without even realizing it. It’s not just his curls. It’s the way that his dark green t-shirt fits across his chest, stretching slightly whenever he leans forward to grab his drink. It’s the way his tattoos wind down his arms, ink catching the sunlight in a way that makes you want to lick every inch of black ink off his skin. And his fucking arms. The fabric was clinging for dear life around his biceps, and every shift in posture made them flex in new ways that had you squeezing your thighs together under the table.
It’s the little things—rolling his shoulders, leaning back with one arm draped over the chair next to him, tapping his thumb against the condensation on his glass—that shouldn’t mean anything. But they do. They mean everything right now.
Reagan, Bregman’s wife, is next to you telling a story about her wedding reception mishap, and you can manage to laugh at the right part, but it’s automatic. Because all you can really hear is the low rumble of Jarren’s voice from across the table, deep and casual as he talked to Trevor and Roman.
You glance over, trying to be subtle. And fail.
He’s already looking at you.
It’s not just a glance—it’s a slow, steady I see you kind of stare. His mouth tilts at the corner, almost like he’s amused by something you haven’t said. You look away quickly, but your cheeks are already warming from the heat crawling up your neck.
When you risk another peek, his eyes never even left you.
And now you see it—he’s doing the same thing you’ve been doing all afternoon.
His eyes flick down to your frame before meeting yours again, slow enough that you know he’s not sorry about it. Your denim shorts leave your legs bare in the sunlight, and the cropped tank top you’re wearing keeps the heat from getting to you…but it’s also giving him a view of your cleavage and those perky tits he loves so much. Your hair shifts with the breeze, catching the Boston sun, and your makeup—though you barely thought twice about it this morning—has just enough shimmer and shine to make you look like you belong on the cover of Vogue.
The way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip. Makes you remember exactly how it feels when it’s just the two of you and there’s nothing to stop him from having his way.
Someone at your table says your name, snapping you out of it. You murmur a distracted “hmm?” and get teased for zoning out. You mutter something about the heat, but when you sneak another glance across the table, Jarren’s grinning—because he knows exactly why you weren’t paying attention.
And by the way his gaze lingers a beat too long, you know he’s thinking the same thing you are.
Just wait until we get home.
The second the two of you are in his truck, the air changes.
The door shuts, the engine rumbles to life, and suddenly there’s nothing but the sound of the AC working overtime against the heavy summer heat. You settle into the passenger seat, the sunlight streaming through the windshield making your skin warm.
Jarren’s quiet. So quiet that it hurts. His tattooed hand is resting loose on the steering wheel, the other draped casually over your thigh—except there’s nothing casual about the way his thumb traces slow circles against your skin.
You stare out the window for a moment, trying not to think about the way he’s touching you, but the memory of lunch keeps creeping back in—his curls, his arms, the tattoos, the way he looked at you like he was already imagining what would happen when you both got home.
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Nearby, Maddie and the others had circled up again for another dance, and your friend Tessa waved you over. “Y/N! Come on! We’re doing Watermelon Crawl next!”
You groaned softly. “Ugh, that one is crazy as fuck.”
“You love crazy,” Jarren said, nudging you playfully.
You looked back at him, eyes sparkling. “Yeah, but if I go out there alone, I might get snatched up.”
Jarren’s jaw ticked again, that now-familiar flare of protectiveness rising.
“Not likely,” he said, gaze trailing a little behind you.
You followed his line of sight.
A different group of guys had arrived at some point—locals, by the look of them—and a few more were already eyeing the dance floor. One in particular stood off to the side, red solo cup in hand, openly watching you as you spoke to Jarren. Like he hadn’t noticed—or didn’t even care—that she was very much someone else’s girl.
It wasn’t subtle.
And Jarren noticed.
He pushed off the beam, stepping in close enough to brush his chest against your shoulder. “If anyone tries,” he said, voice quiet. “I’ll handle it.”
You turned, biting back a grin and the urge to bite your lip. “You’ll handle it?”
He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb trailing just a little longer than necessary against your cheek. “Baby,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “If someone’s stupid enough to think I’d fuckin’ let them near you… they don’t deserve the warning.”
You blinked slowly, heart thudding in your chest. “That’s intense.”
He dipped his head, just enough to brush his nose against yours. “You like it.”
Fuck, you loved it.
Before you could say anything else, Tessa called your name again, and you gave Jarren a reluctant look. “You okay here?”
“Yeah,” he said, stepping back slightly, but letting his fingers graze your wrist as you walked away. “I’ll be watching.”
And he was.
You rejoined your friends, jumping into how fast-paced the song was, laughing through the footwork, completely at ease again. Your top clung to your in all the right ways, skin glowing with sweat under the fairy lights, legs moving like you owned the floor.
Jarren didn’t move an inch.
The other girls at the party noticed him almost instantly.
He leaned against the post again, arms folded, jaw set—not trying to smile or charm anyone, just standing there in his boots and hat. And watching him watch you? It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had his attention.
One of the single girls leaned toward her friend and whispered, “That guy’s so fucking hot, bitch.”
The friend nodded. “I was gonna go talk to him until I saw how he looks at her.”
“Fuck” the first girl said. “That’s his girl?”
Back on the dance floor, you glanced over your shoulder and found Jarren’s eyes locked on you again—dark, steady, and full of heat.
You blew him a kiss, exaggerated and dramatic.
He caught it with one hand and tapped two fingers to the brim of his hat.
You guys were insufferable.
And completely gone for each other.
When the song ended, you jogged back over, breathless and flushed, grabbing a drink from the cooler beside him. “Did I impress you, baby?”
Jarren looked you up and down. “You always do.”
You sipped your drink, then smirked. “Even when I’m ignoring you for three songs?”
“Especially then,” he said. “Gives me time to stare at your ass without you telling me some shit,”
You snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re trouble,” he replied, reaching out to hook his fingers in your belt loops and pull you in. “The sexy kind.”
Before you could respond, the music softened—no more high-energy stomping, no chaotic hollering from the dance floor. Just a soft strum of a guitar and the first few slow, smoky notes of Chris Stapleton’s Loving You on My Mind.
Jarren’s expression shifted instantly—something warm, heavy, something full of meaning.
He held his hand out to you.
“Come dance with me.”
You didn’t answer him right away.
You didn’t need to.
Because the look in your eyes—soft, a little breathless, completely taken by surprise—was more than enough. You set your drink aside and took his hand, your fingers lacing naturally like it was the only place they belonged.
Jarren pulled you onto the dance floor, guiding you away from the bustle, toward a quieter corner beneath the string lights and rafters. The barn had dimmed around them, like the whole party knew to hush for this song.
Chris Stapleton’s voice poured through the speakers, low and raw, soulful.
I apologize for the way I’m acting… I just got a lotta loving you on my mind…
Jarren wrapped an arm around your waist, slow and steady, the other hand still holding yours. You slid your free arm around his neck, fingers brushing against his curls just beneath his hat.
The world faded out.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. The way he looked at you said more than words could.
Like you were his home.
Like you were the only girl in the world.
Like he wanted every dance from here on out to be with you.
You both moved in perfect sync—slow sways, soft steps, hearts beating in rhythm with the music. You rested your head slightly against his chest, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne and warm summer air. His shirt clung to him in the humidity, you could feel every inhale, every muscle, every silent promise he made, all in the way he held you.
Jarren’s voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke. “I’ve always fuckin’ hated dancing….”
You smiled against him. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“I’m being serious,” he chuckled, pulling you a little closer. “It’s easy to do it with you though, don’t know why. Everything is.”
Your heart did a somersault.
You leaned back just enough to look up at him. “You always say the sweetest shit when I least expect it,”
He brushed his knuckles along your jaw. “You keep me on my damn toes every fuckin’ day, Y/N. I figure it’s only fair.”
Your smile turned softer, and your eyes flicked down to his lips. “Can’t wait to go home with you after this,”
Jarren smiled and tilted his head softly. “Yeah?”
You nodded with a small giggle. “Yeah.”
He let out a quiet breath—something between a laugh and a groan. His thumb traced small circles against your hip as you kept moving, lost in their own bubble, the music spinning slow and syrupy around them.
When the final chorus swelled, Jarren did what he’d been wanting to do all night.
He dipped you.
A real dip—arm strong around your waist, head tilted back just enough, your hair spilling behind you like a waterfall and your eyes wide with surprise and laughter.
Then, with the whole party watching like they were the end of a romance movie, he leaned down and kissed you.
Not a quick kiss.
Not a teasing one.
But a long, sure, completely-in-love kind of kiss. The kind that made people go quiet and hold their breath. The kind that said, She’s mine. And I know how lucky I am.
When he pulled you back up, you blinked at him, dazed.
“You good?” he asked, brushing his thumb along your cheek as he licked his lips.
You nodded slowly. “I can’t even remember my name, that’s how good you kissed me.”
Jarren chuckled and rolled his eyes, pulling you into his chest again. “Guess we’ll just have to keep dancing till you remember.”
You guys didn’t notice the small group of people clapping nearby.
You didn’t notice Maddie whispering to everyone about them needing to get married soon.
You didn’t even notice the song changing.
Because for the two of you, the rest of the night was just boots on wood, arms around each other, and the quiet hum of two hearts falling even deeper in love—right there, under string lights and country chords.
a/n: don't mind me. just posting the fuckin rest of my story since i can't do it all in one shot I GUESS.
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The moment you had dragged Jarren onto the dance floor, you lit up like the fourth of July.
You didn’t hesitate for a second. Not for the beat, not for the crowd, not even to make sure Jarren was still following you. Your boots hit the floor in perfect rhythm, hips swinging, hands brushing through the air with every coordinated step. You blended right in the group like you’d been born on the farm.
Jarren blinked.
He’d seen you happy before. Loud, chaotic, teasing—yeah. But this? This was different. Your face glowed under the soft golden lights, your laugh rang clear every time the group stomped in sync, and your body moved like the music was second language.
And you looked… unbelievable doing it.
The way your hair bounced when you spun, the smile you wore every time you looked back to see if he was keeping up. Jarren had no clue what the actual choreography was, but he didn’t care. He was locked in—eyes trailing your every move like he couldn’t help it.
You glanced back at him once more, flashing a dangerous grin that dared him to keep up with you.
He was too fuckin competitive for this.
He stepped in beside you, just a half-beat off, mimicking your movements as best as he could. His footwork was a little clunky at first—too much shuffle, not enough kick—but you didn’t miss a beat. You just moved closer and bumped your hip into his.
“You’re doing great!” you yelled, breathless from smiling.
“Liar,” he muttered, grinning anyway.
You leaned in, voice low and dripping with mischief. “If you keep moving like that, I’m gonna throw that hat on the floor and jump your bones in front of all these people.”
Jarren laughed—really laughed, head tipping back as he caught himself in the rhythm again.
“Alright, alright,” he said, eyes narrowing. “Now I’ve got motivation.”
You kept dancing, but your cheeks flushed a little deeper.
And maybe it was the music, or the way the night air seeped in through the open barn doors, but something about the moment slowed down. The stomp—clap rhythm faded into the background as Jarren started moving more naturally. His body adjusted to the beat. His steps matched yours. You spun, turned, kicked—close enough that both your shoulders brushed, and your hands grazed now and then between movements.
Jarren didn’t even realize he’d fallen perfectly in step until you noticed. You turned your head to look at him, and your face broke into this stunned, slightly flustered kind of smile.
“You’re—OKAY! Wait, you’re doing so good!”
“Told you I’m a fuckin’ vision.”
“You’re a menace,” you muttered, but your voice had dropped. You were watching him differently now. Your gaze dipped from his chest—tight white shirt, bulging biceps popping out of the sleeves—to his tattoo sleeve, then the curve of his jaw, then back to his eyes.
“Eyes are up here, baby.” Jarren murmured, too smugly.
“Shut the hell up,” you said, laughing but clearly caught.
You both kept dancing but your focus had shifted. The rest of the group was just in the background now. Jarren moved with you like you’d been doing this for years, each step drawing the two of you closer together. When the dance called for a spin, you took it slow, turning under his arm just to savor the way his fingers brushed along your waist.
And Jarren—God, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not even for a second.
You were radiant. The kind of beautiful that snuck up on him—not because of the outfit (Even though it really helped), but because you were so fully in your element. So alive. And the fact that he got to be here, beside you, watching that joy unfold?
He felt it settle in his chest like a wildfire.
The song ended and you clapped along with everyone else, breathless and laughing as you looked back at him.
“You did so good!” you said, clearly impressed.
Jarren just shrugged, cheeks flushed. “Guess you’re just a good teacher,”
“No,” you said, stepping in closer. “You just really didn’t want to let me outshine you.”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth just beside your ear. “No shot I could ever outshine you.”
Your breath caught.
And then—just to make sure your knees actually gave out—he added, “You look so fuckin’ good right now, baby. I forgot there’s people around, gotta behave.”
You blinked fast, grabbing his bicep for balance. “That’s not fair.”
He grinned. “You started it.”
And just like that, the DJ called for another round, but Jarren tugged you away from the crowd this time—just for a second. He needed air. And space. Or maybe just a chance to look at you without music and movement distracting him from the way his heart was pounding against his chest.
You followed, wide-eyed and breathless, the same way you looked after he kissed you too hard.
You nudged him once they reached the drink table. “You good?”
Jarren tilted his head. “I’m in trouble.”
You tilted your head now, brows raised. “What kind of trouble?”
Jarren didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his gaze slid past yours—just over your shoulder, to where a couple of guys stood leaning against the wall. One of them wasn’t even trying to be subtle, eyes locked on your body like he was mentally composing a thank-you letter to whatever god dropped you off at the party. The other gave his friend a nudge and said something with a smirk.
Jarren’s jaw ticked.
He’d knock the fuck out of both of them with one punch.
You hadn’t noticed, still standing close to him, still glowing from dancing.
He dragged his eyes back to yours slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was lower. Rougher. “The kind where I’m not gonna stop thinking about this night for a long, long time.”
You smiled, all soft and innocent, but Jarren wasn’t done.
“And the kind where I’m two seconds away from beating the fuck out of those two guys so they know not to look at what’s mine.”
That got your attention. Your lips parted, cheeks flushing and you turned slightly—just enough to catch the tail end of the gawking before facing him again.
“You jealous?” you teased, but your voice had dropped too.
He leaned in, close enough that his breath grazed your temple. “Of them?” he murmured. “Fuck no.”
You let out a small, stunned laugh—part flattered, part flustered—and clawed at his chest slightly. “You’re so hot, I hate you.”
Jarren smirked, eyes dancing down your figure. “You love me.”
You didn’t deny it.
Didn’t need to.
Because the way you were looking at him—like he hung the moon in the night sky—said everything.
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After heading back to the dance floor and dancing to at least six more songs, you both found yourselves clawing your way off the dance floor right to where the barn doors opened. The night breeze cooled the heat that pooled in your skin.
Jarren stood with his back against a support beam, arms across his chest, hat low over his brow. You stood in front of him, your hand grazing his forearm, your voice playful as you teased him for nearly stomping on a girl’s boot during the last dance.
“You got too confident, you said with a giggle, shaking your head. “Started strong, ended in flames.”
He tilted his head back and chuckled dryly. “I was distracted!”
“By what?”
"Your ass in those shorts," he said flatly.
You sputtered a laugh. “You’re unreal.”
He was looking at you like you were his favorite song.
a/n: if this posted, PLEASE ENJOY THE FIC OMG IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO BE ABLE TO POST THIS WHAT THE FUCK. NOW I HAVE TO POST IT IN PARTS
word count: 3.8k
warnings: just jarren and reader being sooooo fucking cute. COWBOY JARREN UGHHHHHH the texas girl in me is (s)creaming. language. it's jarren cmon guys.
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Jarren’s boots barely hit the ground before you were dragging him toward the barn your friend Maddie rented for her birthday. One hand was wrapped in yours as you dragged him toward the big red building, while the other one adjusted the cowboy hat that sat on his head.
“I still can’t believe I got you to wear this,” you said, practically bouncing beside him as the two of you walked through the gravel lot toward the lights and music. “You look so good baby, you got the whole setup going!”
Jarren gave you a dry look, but there wasn’t any real bite behind it. “You begged me, baby. I wouldn’t wear this on any other fuckin’ occasion.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you grinned up at him. “All rugged and roped up like you’re walking off the set of Yellowstone and shit,”
Jarren looked down at himself—clean white tee stretching across his toned chest, jeans hugging his hips just right and sticking to his muscular thighs deliciously, boots clicking against the gravel—and chuckled under his breath. “Only thing I’m ropin’ tonight is you,”
You stopped walking just long enough to blink at him, then let out a sharp laugh. “You’ve been waiting to say that shit, haven’t you?”
He didn’t answer—just smirked and adjusted his hat.
You couldn’t blame him, though.
Because if Jarren looked good, you looked dangerous.
The denim shorts hugged your hips like they’d been custom-made for you, the frayed edges showed just enough skin to drive a man crazy.
Your man, specifically.
Your top was tight and white, knotted just above your belly button, and the worn brown boots on your feet looked like you’d danced in them a few times before. Hair curled, lips glossed, and a gold-chain around your neck that shimmered against your skin in the moonlight.
“Take a picture if it’s easier, cowboy,” You teased, nudging his side.
“Just might if you keep lookin’ like that,” he murmured, eyes still lingering on your legs. “You wore this shit on purpose.”
“Mhm,” you said, turning fast enough to let the wind flip your hair for you. “Can’t have you be the only one lookin’ good in there can I?”
Jarren grinned. “Guess not.”
You both rounded the corner and stepped into the glow of the string lights, the low hum of Keith Urban drifting out of the open barn doors ahead. Hay bales lined the path, and guests were already gathered—dancing, drinking, talking in small circles.
You turned toward him, your expression a bit softer than before. “Thanks again for coming with me.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.”
And with that, you grabbed his hand again and led him into the party—boots, banter, and a little too much heat between the two of you already crackling in the air.
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The inside of the barn sparkled with soft yellow fairy lights, paper lanterns swinging gently from the rafters and rows of picnic tables lining the walls. There was a DJ set up on a raised platform, playing a mix of old-school country and queuing up line dances. In the center, the dance floor was already packed with a group of people.
Jarren scanned the crowd, trying not to look like he was mentally preparing himself for the worst. Line dancing wasn’t in his playbook.
But you—Fuck, you looked like you were at home here.
You waved to a group near the drink table and tugged Jarren along behind you like a little kid.
“Okay, don’t say anything embarrassing about me please,” you muttered with a soft blush before you guys reached the group. “These are my girls…”
“Oh, I’m definitely saying something embarrassing now,” Jarren said with a quiet chuckle.
The birthday girl—Maddie, with red hair, a bedazzled denim romper, and a sash that read Giddy up, It’s My Birthday—let out a squeal when she saw you two.
“Y/N! Oh my god, you look so gorgeous,” she cried, pulling you in for a hug. “Holy shit is this Jarren?”
Jarren gave a small smile, eyebrow quirked curiously as he turned to look at you. “Talk about me much?”
“Oh, please. She never shuts up about you, mister Major League Baseball,” Maddie grinned, eyes bouncing between him and you. “Girl, he actually followed the dress code? You’ve got him trained already!”
You beamed. “Told you he’d clean up well.”
“You didn’t say he’d clean up this good.” one of the other girls chimed in, a brunette named Tessa who was sipping something pink from a red solo cup. “You both look so hot,”
Jarren scratched the back of his neck, a small tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Did other guys not dress up orrrr?”
Maddie laughed. “Relax, honey. You’re in good company. The other boys went full ranch-hand.”
Sure enough, across the room stood four or five guys in similar fits—white tees, dark jeans, and cowboy hats to match. They looked just as out of place as Jarren felt, nervously holding drinks while their girlfriends danced nearby.
One of them spotted Jarren and raised his drink in salute. “Ayy! We got another one!”
Jarren smirked and tipped his head upward slightly. “Strength in numbers.”
You leaned into him, your voice low and playful. “See? You’re not the only hot mess in boots.”
“I’m not a mess,” he muttered. “I’m a fuckin’ vision.”
You choked on a laugh. “Okay, Riley Green. Calm down.”
Another girl—Lana, with long braids and a mischievous look—stepped closer, nodding between Jarren and you. “I give it five minutes before y’all make everyone in this barn sick with how cute you are.”
Jarren raised a brow. “Only five?”
That earned a few laughs from the group, and just like that, the edge in his shoulders eased. You slid your hand up his toned back casually, like you always did, and he leaned into you instinctively.
You were still glowing from the attention, but your smile softened when you looked up at him. “You’re everybody’s favorite already.”
“I didn’t even do anything.”
“Exactly,” you said, nudging him. “And that's dangerous.”
From across the dance floor, the DJ’s voice crackled over the speakers.
“Alright folks, you know what time it is—it’s line dancing o’clock! Grab your partner or jump on in, we’re kickin’ things off with ‘Boot Scootin’ Boogie!”
Your eyes lit up. You turned to Jarren with a hand outstretched, grin wide and wicked.
“You comin’ baby?”
He stared at her hand like it might bite him. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing.”
You just shook your head with a smile. “You’ll figure it out. You’re a professional athlete, you’ll move just fine. Come on! I’ll be right next to you!”
“Is that your nice way of saying ‘don’t embarrass me in front of my friends’?”
“It’s my nice way of saying I will leave you behind if you don’t hustle your ass onto that dance floor in three seconds.”
He exhaled slowly, gave her hand a reluctant squeeze, and let her pull him toward the crowd.
this ended up taking significantly longer than expected, and it would not have been possible without major help from @prollywolly so be sure to check out her wattpad if you haven’t already.
if you have more jarren concepts you want to discuss, feel free to send them my way. enjoy!
A – Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
jarren is for sure doting on you after sex, aftercare is a must. he might be a little clingy but also wants to make sure he wasn’t too rough. he has so much stamina that when he’s finally done with you he’s exhausted, but still takes time to ensure you’re cared for both physically and emotionally. he would talk you through the come down, being incredibly mindful of how sensitive you are.
B – Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i don’t doubt he’s an ass guy but i’d like to take it a step further and say he’s obsessed with your thighs. despite his love for the gym, he wouldn’t care if your legs were toned or not. he just likes being able to grab and squeeze, especially with his tattooed hand. there’s nothing he enjoys more than burying his head between your thighs, biting until you’re dripping down his chin.
C – Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’d never pass up a chance to cum inside you, but his favorite place to cum is your mouth. seeing you on your knees in front of him, waiting eagerly, does it for him every time. always instructing you to open your mouth so he can check that you swallowed every last drop.
he’s not opposed to cumming on you, obviously. he’d love to cum on your back eventually smearing it around giving him another excuse to touch your ass.
D – Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he loves when you mark him up. he might protest at first, but in the moment, he has his eyes shut tight, whimpering, and begging for more. if the guys teased him about a hickey in the clubhouse, he’d act shy, but secretly, he loves knowing that everyone can see how good you two have been loving on each other.
E – Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
jarren is no doubt experienced but he can be timid sometimes. he’s constantly checking in with you to make sure you like what he’s doing, taking time to understand you and your body. if he’s too in his head, he would love you guiding him and telling him what to do. he’s obsessed with learning new ways to push you over the edge.
F – Favorite Position (this goes without saying)
this one depends on what kind of sex you’re having, but his favorite would be the mating press. his non-negotiable is that he has to be able to see your face, wanting the option to bury his face into your neck while you moan in his ear.
however, an honorable mention for backshots! he loves watching how well you take him. if you have long hair, i’m praying for your scalp bc he always has a handful to pull you back.
G – Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
as much as jarren loves fuck, sex is ultimately a way for him to connect with you. he appreciates the occasional awkward moment in the middle of sex, kissing you on the forehead why he giggles and refocuses.
H – Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
jarren likes to keep himself natural but trimmed, never letting it get too out of hand. this applies to his happy trail, chest hair, etc.
as for the hair on his head, he loves to have your hands in it. doesn’t care if you’re tugging, pulling, or just running your fingers through – he can’t get enough.
I – Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he’s focused but very attentive of you. he loves to praise you for being there for him and so good to him all of the time. he’s so hard on himself, but he damn well knows how to show you he appreciates everything you’re doing for him. he’s always sure to thank you with kisses on the face and whispering sweet words into your ear.
J – Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
jarren would save this for when he’s traveling or hasn’t seen you in a while. he has definitely rubbed one out to a picture he keeps of you. he tries to wait until he’s back home to get everything out of his system, but even the idea of you makes him hard.
maybe you slip a nude polaroid of you into his bag before he leaves, which always has something dirty written in your handwriting at the bottom.
K – Kink (one or more of their kinks)
i think there are several to explore here (overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.), but jarren undoubtedly has a praise kink. he loves hearing you tell him how good he’s fucking you, constantly encouraging you to make any kind of noise. he knows he’s doing something right when he feels your finger start tugging at his curls, ultimately using it as leverage to fuck up into you harder.
L – Location (favorite places to do the do)
sometimes he’s just too impatient to make it to the bedroom. more often than not, the first round is on the kitchen counter. he loves that it puts you at the perfect height for him to bury his head in your neck. if it’s not on the counter he’d take you up against the wall, holding you up with his massive arms, using the pure strength to keep you still while he fucks you.
M – Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
nothing motivates him more than a win. after a game, it’d be impossible for him to keep his hands off of you. and if you were wearing his jersey during the game, he’d be extra feral, fucking you at least once with it still on.
N – No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he would never be down for something that could hurt you. spanking would probably be as far as he’s comfortable taking things physically.
O – Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
jarren loves having you on his knees in front of him, especially after a rough game. when he wants to change things up he has you dangling your head off the side of the bed, tongue lolled out, so he can fuck your throat. he loves the sounds of you struggling to take every thrust he gives you and loves to see the drool pour from the sides of your lips.
he’s also obsessed with eating you out (proven with the new dugout celebration he debuted). he’s good at it, which he knows, and it shows. between your legs is when he looks most desperate, lapping you up like it’s his last meal. he’d continue sucking until you’re crying out in release, hands once again tugging at his hair.
P – Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he may slow it down on special occasions, but in general this man fucks like a bunny! it’s hard for him to stop, but if you genuinely need to catch your breath, he’ll just place kisses and bite at your skin until you’re ready for him again.
Q – Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
as much as he loves to take his time with you, he’s never one to turn down a quickie. he has definitely pulled you into a family bathroom before heading to the field to get you out of his system.
R – Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
jarren is open to experimenting but would likely be opposed to anything too risky. when you do try something new, he’s sure to check in with you every chance he gets.
one thing he is willing to risk it for is road head. you’ve done it while leaving the player parking lot at fenway, which eventually results in him getting his windows tinted. some people might hate the idea since it’s awkward, but jarren loves a challenge.
S – Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
jarren’s definitely not satisfied from one round, he’d keep fucking you until you both can’t move anymore. there’s nothing he loves more than you squirming and pleading beneath him. he always tries to make sure you cum first, holding off as long as he can.
T – Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
jarren isn’t a big toy guy. in his mind, nothing compares to the real thing. he loves knowing that he’s the one making you feel good without any extra help.
if you do have a couple they’re reserved for when jarren is out of town. he laughed when you posed the idea of making a silicone mold of his dick for when he’s gone, but was surprised when you sent him a video of you using it on yourself. he’d be so obsessed that he’d get you another one in a different color so you have options.
U – Unfair (how much they like to tease)
i think he’d prefer to tease you in public. constantly flexing, trying to get your attention but knowing there’s nothing you can do about it until you get home. but in the bedroom, he folds too quickly. he can’t resist you no matter how hard he tries, immediately giving in when you whine and beg.
V – Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
jarren isn’t loud himself per se, but he’s definitely not silent. he’s letting out small breaths and pants to let you know he’s feeling good. when he’s really riled up, that’s when he gets vocal, especially when he’s cumming.
W – Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)
i think he would be obsessed with mirror sex! jarren would immediately notice you focusing on how his arms flex while he fucks you. he’s well aware of the work he puts in at the gym, but something about you eye-fucking him drives him crazy.
when he has a chance to take his time with you, he loves watching you ride his thigh. bonus points if it’s his leg with the sleeve. his eyes always settle on the way the ink is glistening with your slick after you get off on him.
X – X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s sizable for sure, but i think he moreso knows how to work with what he has. always find a new way to hit a different spot than the last time.
Y – Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
this man has a crazy sex drive. he wants you all the time and can’t stand when he’s away. when he is home and wakes up before you, the first thing he’s thinking of is how badly he wants you.
Z – ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
jarren always has time to cuddle afterwards. after he’s made sure you’re all cleaned up, he immediately has his head on your chest. if you’re not playing with his hair, he’d love watching your fingertips trace over the ink on his skin. he’d continue to pepper you with soft kisses until you both fall asleep.
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this ended up taking significantly longer than expected, and it would not have been possible without major help from @prollywolly so be sure to check out her wattpad if you haven’t already.
if you have more jarren concepts you want to discuss, feel free to send them my way. enjoy!
A – Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
jarren is for sure doting on you after sex, aftercare is a must. he might be a little clingy but also wants to make sure he wasn’t too rough. he has so much stamina that when he’s finally done with you he’s exhausted, but still takes time to ensure you’re cared for both physically and emotionally. he would talk you through the come down, being incredibly mindful of how sensitive you are.
B – Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i don’t doubt he’s an ass guy but i’d like to take it a step further and say he’s obsessed with your thighs. despite his love for the gym, he wouldn’t care if your legs were toned or not. he just likes being able to grab and squeeze, especially with his tattooed hand. there’s nothing he enjoys more than burying his head between your thighs, biting until you’re dripping down his chin.
C – Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’d never pass up a chance to cum inside you, but his favorite place to cum is your mouth. seeing you on your knees in front of him, waiting eagerly, does it for him every time. always instructing you to open your mouth so he can check that you swallowed every last drop.
he’s not opposed to cumming on you, obviously. he’d love to cum on your back eventually smearing it around giving him another excuse to touch your ass.
D – Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he loves when you mark him up. he might protest at first, but in the moment, he has his eyes shut tight, whimpering, and begging for more. if the guys teased him about a hickey in the clubhouse, he’d act shy, but secretly, he loves knowing that everyone can see how good you two have been loving on each other.
E – Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
jarren is no doubt experienced but he can be timid sometimes. he’s constantly checking in with you to make sure you like what he’s doing, taking time to understand you and your body. if he’s too in his head, he would love you guiding him and telling him what to do. he’s obsessed with learning new ways to push you over the edge.
F – Favorite Position (this goes without saying)
this one depends on what kind of sex you’re having, but his favorite would be the mating press. his non-negotiable is that he has to be able to see your face, wanting the option to bury his face into your neck while you moan in his ear.
however, an honorable mention for backshots! he loves watching how well you take him. if you have long hair, i’m praying for your scalp bc he always has a handful to pull you back.
G – Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
as much as jarren loves fuck, sex is ultimately a way for him to connect with you. he appreciates the occasional awkward moment in the middle of sex, kissing you on the forehead why he giggles and refocuses.
H – Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
jarren likes to keep himself natural but trimmed, never letting it get too out of hand. this applies to his happy trail, chest hair, etc.
as for the hair on his head, he loves to have your hands in it. doesn’t care if you’re tugging, pulling, or just running your fingers through – he can’t get enough.
I – Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he’s focused but very attentive of you. he loves to praise you for being there for him and so good to him all of the time. he’s so hard on himself, but he damn well knows how to show you he appreciates everything you’re doing for him. he’s always sure to thank you with kisses on the face and whispering sweet words into your ear.
J – Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
jarren would save this for when he’s traveling or hasn’t seen you in a while. he has definitely rubbed one out to a picture he keeps of you. he tries to wait until he’s back home to get everything out of his system, but even the idea of you makes him hard.
maybe you slip a nude polaroid of you into his bag before he leaves, which always has something dirty written in your handwriting at the bottom.
K – Kink (one or more of their kinks)
i think there are several to explore here (overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.), but jarren undoubtedly has a praise kink. he loves hearing you tell him how good he’s fucking you, constantly encouraging you to make any kind of noise. he knows he’s doing something right when he feels your finger start tugging at his curls, ultimately using it as leverage to fuck up into you harder.
L – Location (favorite places to do the do)
sometimes he’s just too impatient to make it to the bedroom. more often than not, the first round is on the kitchen counter. he loves that it puts you at the perfect height for him to bury his head in your neck. if it’s not on the counter he’d take you up against the wall, holding you up with his massive arms, using the pure strength to keep you still while he fucks you.
M – Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
nothing motivates him more than a win. after a game, it’d be impossible for him to keep his hands off of you. and if you were wearing his jersey during the game, he’d be extra feral, fucking you at least once with it still on.
N – No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he would never be down for something that could hurt you. spanking would probably be as far as he’s comfortable taking things physically.
O – Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
jarren loves having you on his knees in front of him, especially after a rough game. when he wants to change things up he has you dangling your head off the side of the bed, tongue lolled out, so he can fuck your throat. he loves the sounds of you struggling to take every thrust he gives you and loves to see the drool pour from the sides of your lips.
he’s also obsessed with eating you out (proven with the new dugout celebration he debuted). he’s good at it, which he knows, and it shows. between your legs is when he looks most desperate, lapping you up like it’s his last meal. he’d continue sucking until you’re crying out in release, hands once again tugging at his hair.
P – Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he may slow it down on special occasions, but in general this man fucks like a bunny! it’s hard for him to stop, but if you genuinely need to catch your breath, he’ll just place kisses and bite at your skin until you’re ready for him again.
Q – Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
as much as he loves to take his time with you, he’s never one to turn down a quickie. he has definitely pulled you into a family bathroom before heading to the field to get you out of his system.
R – Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
jarren is open to experimenting but would likely be opposed to anything too risky. when you do try something new, he’s sure to check in with you every chance he gets.
one thing he is willing to risk it for is road head. you’ve done it while leaving the player parking lot at fenway, which eventually results in him getting his windows tinted. some people might hate the idea since it’s awkward, but jarren loves a challenge.
S – Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
jarren’s definitely not satisfied from one round, he’d keep fucking you until you both can’t move anymore. there’s nothing he loves more than you squirming and pleading beneath him. he always tries to make sure you cum first, holding off as long as he can.
T – Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
jarren isn’t a big toy guy. in his mind, nothing compares to the real thing. he loves knowing that he’s the one making you feel good without any extra help.
if you do have a couple they’re reserved for when jarren is out of town. he laughed when you posed the idea of making a silicone mold of his dick for when he’s gone, but was surprised when you sent him a video of you using it on yourself. he’d be so obsessed that he’d get you another one in a different color so you have options.
U – Unfair (how much they like to tease)
i think he’d prefer to tease you in public. constantly flexing, trying to get your attention but knowing there’s nothing you can do about it until you get home. but in the bedroom, he folds too quickly. he can’t resist you no matter how hard he tries, immediately giving in when you whine and beg.
V – Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
jarren isn’t loud himself per se, but he’s definitely not silent. he’s letting out small breaths and pants to let you know he’s feeling good. when he’s really riled up, that’s when he gets vocal, especially when he’s cumming.
W – Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)
i think he would be obsessed with mirror sex! jarren would immediately notice you focusing on how his arms flex while he fucks you. he’s well aware of the work he puts in at the gym, but something about you eye-fucking him drives him crazy.
when he has a chance to take his time with you, he loves watching you ride his thigh. bonus points if it’s his leg with the sleeve. his eyes always settle on the way the ink is glistening with your slick after you get off on him.
X – X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s sizable for sure, but i think he moreso knows how to work with what he has. always find a new way to hit a different spot than the last time.
Y – Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
this man has a crazy sex drive. he wants you all the time and can’t stand when he’s away. when he is home and wakes up before you, the first thing he’s thinking of is how badly he wants you.
Z – ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
jarren always has time to cuddle afterwards. after he’s made sure you’re all cleaned up, he immediately has his head on your chest. if you’re not playing with his hair, he’d love watching your fingertips trace over the ink on his skin. he’d continue to pepper you with soft kisses until you both fall asleep.
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