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Just Jarren on a kid’s bike. He’s living in black wife beaters lately.

no beta as always

Halloween was always your favorite holiday, but became even better when on last year's Halloween party you met your boyfriend Jarren Duran. He was dressed as Terminator, his yummy chest exposed under unbuttoned leather jacket. His chest was the first thing you saw, your hands resting on his pecks for support as you almost fell. His hands instinctively went to your lower back to hold you and when you looked up at him and giggled sorry he thought he was going to faint. The prettiest girl he saw in his life gave him a million dollar smile. You pulled away and he quickly checked your costume. Black and white body suit, hair in beautiful waves tied up in high pony tail, vintage kitten heels and retro cat eye glasses. It clicked in his head that you were dressed as a first ever Barbie doll.

You couldn't bat an eyelid and another Halloween was coming. You were excited since September. It would be both your first Halloween with Jarren as a couple and your anniversary. Your costumes were already planned and fitted and you were counting days. But when the Yankees eliminated Sox, your excitement for the spooky season faded away. Jarren felt down for the first couple of days after and you hated seeing him like that, roaming the house like a lost puppy. At first he wanted to ask you to cancel your plans, insist on celebrating it together in the quiet of your home, but the way you were taking care of him, changed his mind.

Bitterness of losing left, making space for warmth and love you radiated and he wanted to give it back. He assured you were still going out for Halloween party and you couldn't be happier. And one evening when you were watching spooky classics, snuggled on a couch together, an idea popped into his mind.

The next afternoon when you came back to your shared apartment, you found a note from your boyfriend: wear something cute, have a surprise for you. think of it as a Halloween rehearsal and an early anniversary gift. i know you'll love it - Jarren.

You quickly began to think of a cute look as you knew Jarren would be home soon and you couldn't wait to find out what he planned for you. You picked your dark red satin dress that was driving Jarren crazy and under it you had a black thong with a bow and matching bra, your favorite that make your boobs look extra good. You were fixing your lip gloss in the mirror when Jarren stepped into the apartment. He smiled seeing you in front of the mirror. You noticed him and turned around beaming at him.

"Are we going out? What is this rehersal thing? Is my outfit good?"

Jarren only smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, not wanting to ruin your lipgloss. At least not right now.

"You are perfect, sweetheart. And no, we're staying in. But I got you something and want to take a few pics. Just wait for me here okay?" You nodded, still curious what was going on.

"But what pics?"

"Mm just the same we're gonna take before the Halloween party. Us together in our outfits, us seperately... I know how much does it mean for you. The Halloween party I mean. Be right back" he kissed your cheek and disappeared in the bathroom.

"Babe! Stand in front of the mirror and close your eyes okay?" Jarren called from the bathroom. You did as he wanted and waited for him. You heard the bathroom door.

"No peeking, sweets" he said. "Wait until I tell you you can look" Jarren approached you and his hands found their place on your hips. "You may look now" he murmured, close to your ear.

You gasped when you opened your eyes. Jarren was holding you, just a pair of his sweats hanging low on his hips. His v lines exposed. He lost the shirt too, your frame small against his toned chest. But his face... his faced was covered with a ghostface mask. And you felt yourself getting wet.

"Jarren..."

"How do we like it, babygirl? Something extra before the party next week" Jarren whispered, his hands clutching your hips tighter as he felt your body tensing. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins and your panties were getting sticky, with each stroke of his palms.

"You wearin something under this dress?" he asked, his hand slipping up and down your thigh. You hummed and nodded your head.

"Good. let's take some pics in that mirror and then in the bedroom one" You barely could focus on what he was saying, but you took his phone and snapped a few pics, him standing next to you, just one arm around your waist. You showed him the phone.

"Good, decent ones. Come on, baby i want some just of you"

He lead you to the bedroom and you sat on the bed.

"What you got there for daddy, hm?" he asked. You knelt on the bed, taking your dress of and then you sat in the middle, on your heels. Your thong barely visible now, but you knew it was driving Jarren crazy, your curves exposed like that, thighs goregous and pillowy. You looked up at him with your doe eyes lips pouty.

"Do you like it daddy?" you asked when he stood in front of the bed. He growled and slipped his thumb into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and he snapped a pic again.

"Can i suck your cock, pretty please?" you asked, voice innocent, but in your mind you were already picturing his cum all over your face or your legs on his shoulders as he pounded into your pussy.

"Hmm, don't know baby. Think im in the mood for your pussy tonight. Wanna feel her round me. Been thinking about her since this morning. Woke up so hard, just for you" he told you, while stroking your hair, and you were pressing your legs together. Little moan fell past your lips.

"What is it baby? Someone is getting imapatient? Get up, need to check if she's soaked enough" you got off the bed and went up to the big mirror on the closet. Jarren stood behing you and touched you through your panties.

"Mmmh, could slip right in, hm baby? Put my big cock in you right away..." he saw your eyes closing and felt your ass pressing to his hard on "but im not gonna do that, I wanna have you crying for me. Take everything I give you like a greedy slut you are, huh?" he slapped your ass and you jumped slightly. "What do you say?"

"Yes, daddy"

Jarren took your chin in his fingers and pointed it towards the mirror, his other hand moving your thong aside.

"Eyes on us from now on"

You could barely blink, and two of Jarren's fingers made their way inside your dripping cunt. He hummed with satisfaction, adding the third one right away.

"Fuck yes, barely slipped three and your clenching already" you whined resting your head on Jarren's shoulder. He looked down and your eyes went even wider, ghostface so close to you. Your walls gripped his fingers tighter, and another smack landed on your ass cheek.

"I said eyes on us" he growled and you obeyed, looking on Jarren's reflection, his fingers going in and out of your pussy, thumb going to your clit.

You couldn't see it, but under the mask, your boyfriend's face contorted in wild pleasure. He knew you were dreaming about ghostface, always noticing the way your thighs were pushed together when you were watching the movie, you being needier for him. And he finally got to make your fantasy come true.

You came suddenly, without a warning and Jarren got even harder. He wasted no time, grabbed you by the hips, so hard you knew it was gonna leave fingerprints, but you didn't mind. He threw you on the feeling of soft pillows so different from a sound of your panties torn in half. You squealed, protesting that they were your favorite. But he only let a small chuckle.

You were so greedy for him, ready to cum again. You still had your bra on, but your pussy was on a full display for him, glistening with slick. You wanted to reach out, tug on the waistband of his sweats but something told you not to move. Instead you were ogglin his stomach and hard on, pussy getting even wetter. You just knew he was smirking before he shook your head and took em off. He grabbed your ankles and moved you closer to him, to the feet of the bed. Your legs resting on his shoulders now and you let out a long moan, knowing that you were in for a treat. It was one of your favourite ways to get fucked, Jarren always getting so deep.

He didn't even ask if you were ready. He didn't have to. The look on your face said it all. He went in with one swift thrust and he knocked the air out of your lungs. He was so fuckin big inside you, stretching you in a way only he could. You moaned at the feeling of being full and your moans quickly turned into cries, as Jarren pounded into you with impossible speed. Hard, fast and rough and you loved it. You barely came down from your high and you were feeling another orgasm approaching, they blended together. You began to babble, incorrect sentences, whines of his name, begging him for his cum. You felt him twitch, he was so close. But he was determined. He wanted one more from you. Wanted to cum together, have your pussy clenching on him, milking him dry at the same time.

"Come on, be a slut you are and give me one more. You think i don't know how much you wanted this huh? Getting fucked by me wearing a mask, your so slutty, babygirl"

You couldn't answer him and he knew that. Wild satisfaction filling his chest at how cock drunk he had you. You looked at him one more time at that was it for you. His strong hands gripping your thighs, arms bulging and that fuckin mask. You couldn't take it anymore and neither did he.

It hit you like a lighting, your vision going white. Jarren's loud grunts filling your ears and hot cum filling your pussy. Your legs were shakin when he laid then on the matteres, laying down next to you. He took the mask tossing it near your head. His arm draped over your chest as he breathed hard. You opened your eyes and clutched the mask in your hand, looking down at Jarren, his head next to your shoulders. You traced his back, admiring the muscles and you went your hand through his curls. His head turned to your side and you saw a grin on his face.

"How was that for an early anniversary gift?"

a/n: sunshines, begging for feedback ughh always so nervous when I post sth for Jarren. pls forgive me any inaccuracies, hope you enjoyed♡

Romy Gonzalez X Reader

*loosely* inspired by Sabrina’s song (the best song off the album imo)

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The room is still. 

Dry wilted petals litter the kitchen island like sad confetti from your pity party. The vase ran out of water a few days ago, you didn’t bother refilling it. They were just gonna die and a new more extravagant bouquet would take its place. 

You were right, of course. At 8am sharp that morning you heard the usual swift knock on your door from the poor delivery person who had to lug the bouquets that seemed to get bigger and bigger every week up to your apartment.

You swung your door open and there sitting on your doorstep was over a dozen soft pink lush roses wrapped in white decorative paper tied together with a satin bow and a card slipped inside.

You smiled softly to yourself, you almost felt sorry for the guy he was persistent, you'll give him that.

Bending down you pluck the card from the bow, ripping it open to reveal his words verbatim. Something along the lines of he’s changed, he’s grown or your favorite he’s gained ‘perspective’ whatever that meant.

You carry the arrangement to its new home on your kitchen counter along with its older less lively friends from the weeks before.

The apartment looked like a sad little flower shop and you were the even sadder owner.

It’d been a little over a month since you cut him off cold turkey.

He’d do something dumb yet again, you’d cry in bed for days then he would send you paragraphs of how you deserved the world and he wants to give it to you.

You’d believe him, invite him over and the cycle repeats.

He tried to reach out at first but you never bothered returning his calls or text. He was never gonna change. You wished he’d realize it too and put you out of misery and leave you alone.

You walk over to shut the tv off ready for this day to be over with but not before switching to ESPN just to take a look in the name of sports, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Bottom of the 9th it was a red jersey night the crowd was quiet and everyone looked tense.

BOS 0 TOR 4

No wonder, they were getting their asses kicked. You pouted feeling bad for the rest of the guys, maybe a little for him too.

You watched for a bit, every time the camera panned to him your heart sank. 

Even doing what he loved he showed little emotion.

Up by 4. Straight face 

Down by 4. Straight face 

Telling you he needs you. Straight face

Making you cry. Straight face 

He was the hardest book you’ve ever read.

One of the reasons you fell for him was because he had this demeanor about him that drew you in. He was calm, composed, everything about him was easygoing. He never seemed to be in a rush, he lived in the moment enjoying every second of it. 

With that came the negatives.

He played it too cool sometimes.

He’d take you out to fancy dinners, but he’d drop your hand if someone recognized him. He’d invite you to games, but tell you to wait for him in his car after. The guys would ask him if he’s seeing someone, but he would just walk away laughing as he shook his head. 

He wasn’t denying it but not confirming it either. 

It got to be much more complicated than it needed to be. You weren’t asking for much but you were in this terrible place in between just casually fucking and him confessing his love for you under his breath as he came undone on top of you. 

So you ended it before it ever really started. 

It caught him off guard but he never let it show.

The calls and texts eventually stopped, you took that as a sign you made the right decision. 

Then the flowers started showing up at your door every week. Each bouquet more intricate than the last, hand written notes attached to each arrangement. He’d put more effort in the flowers and cards the past month than he did through the whole discourse of your time together.

You shut the tv off staring back at your reflection wondering how you let yourself get here. 

Sulking around thinking about what could have been.

He consumed every inch of your brain no matter what you did, It all came back to him. You felt sick knowing how much he dictated your life and he did it without realizing. Which was the worst part. 

Maybe it was your fault, you expected too much of him. Put him on a pedestal too high and were disappointed when he didn’t meet your expectations. 

You decided to take a shower and wash away the day and hopefully the thought of him too. 

Before you proceed with your nightly routine you swung open the fridge to see a brand new bottle of wine, considering nothing about your life seems to make sense you reach your hand around the neck of the cold glass bottle. You opened a drawer and searched for the cork screw. Pulling back the foil you twisted the screw into the cork then pulled it back with a dramatic pop. Sounding like music to your ears, signaling your night might get a tad bit better.

Silently cursing yourself for not sticking a wine glass in the freezer that morning you had the brilliant idea of just ditching the glass entirely, straight to the point and one less dish to wash. 

Screwing your eyes shut anticipating the burn you took a swig of the dark berry tinted liquid, but much to your dismay he was right. It was sweet, fruity and had a hint of vanilla. What the fuck did he know about wine.

You brought the bottle to your lips once again, throwing your head back taking an ever bigger drink. Sure you’ll be fighting tears thinking about him all night but at least you’d be wine drunk off a bottle of Don Melchor Cabernet, trying your best not to hear his voice in your head telling you the proper pronunciation.

Emerging into your bedroom practically seeing double you picked out your pajamas for the night, laying them out on your bed just in case you forgot where your dresser was when you got out the shower, then headed to the bathroom. 

Turning the handle to the hottest setting you sat at the edge of the tub waiting for the water to warm, bottle still glued to your hand taking occasional sips.​ 

The sound of water filled the bathroom and the wine started making you feel fuzzy. Your mind drifted to him and the game that was probably over by now. You could picture him blank faced staring at his hands as he and the team got their asses chewed by AC. You only knew because that's what he’d tell you on the ride back to his place. 

He was strange like that he’d tell you those kinds of details like he wanted you to be a part of his world then shut down after you attempted to engage with him about it. Like a switch he’d change the subject to some sexual innuendo. It felt like he was reminding you what your place was in his life.

The room filled with steam and you forgot what you were doing for a second, the wine and his absence hitting a little harder now.

 Standing up looking at your tipsy reflection in the mirror, your eyes were red, traces of black streaks stained your cheeks after a few tears slipped out without even realizing. 

You stripped out of your clothes until you were down to nothing except the bottle being loosely held by your fingers. 

Pulling the curtain back you stepped a bare foot into the tub testing the running water, satisfied with the scalding beads making you flinch slightly not caring it was gonna sting it would only be for a moment until you adjusted anyways.

You stood there letting the heat melt your body away leaving you with nothing but the memories and an almost half empty bottle.

The aching feeling you try so hard to suppress came crawling back and the wine running through your bloodstream did you no favors. 

Closing your eyes in drunken bliss you could still feel his lips kissing down your neck as the hot water rolled onto your back, the steam and lust engulfing your senses making you lose all control letting him pin you against the shower wall crossing all your boundaries yet again. 

Your body burned not just from the heat of the water but from his lingering presence that once consumed your space. You could scrub as much as you wanted but he left an everlasting print that could never be wiped clean from your skin.

You feel your shoulders begin to shake and the pain in your ribs start to form. Wrapping your arms around your body, bottle still in hand trying to ground yourself in some way but it was no use. 

The sobs came out leaving you trembling against the cold tile wall. Letting yourself finally fall apart completely, the ugly sobs poured from your mouth, your tears just as hot and heavy as the running water from the shower head beating down on you. 

You stood there for what felt like an eternity and cried trying to pour his existence down the drain with your tears, clutching your body until the water eventually ran cold. 

Still numb, you turned the water off feeling like you had nothing left to give. Setting the bottle down with a clank against the bathroom sink you swapped it for a towel wrapping the fluffy cotton material around your body stepping onto the bath mat. Clutching the fabric around you for comfort irritated by the fact you wished it was his arms instead. 

The bathroom mirror was still fogged and you were relieved you didn't have to see your pathetic reflection staring back at you. You had a few breakdowns here and there but not like this. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was your body longing for him. Whatever it was, it was truly unbearable. 

You didn’t feel like you were connected to your body heavily relying on your muscle memory to get you dressed, going through the motions like you were watching yourself on tv. 

You had never felt this kind of vulnerability before, you didn't even recognize yourself anymore not wanting to accept the fact you missed the hell out of him. 

When it was good it was so good.

The late night drives on the outskirts of the city when it felt like you were the only two people on earth. His hand in yours against the center console, he’d look over and tell you about taking you back home during the off season and how much his family was gonna love you.

When you were done getting dressed you sat at the edge of your bed, the emptiness in your heart weighing you down making your shoulders slump. You were about to fall back against the mattress for round 2 of your sob session when you thought you heard the faintest knock at your door.

You laid down anyway reassuring yourself it was just your overactive tipsy imagination.

Then again, almost like a question waiting to be answered another knock came it was soft but it was there. 

You stood up slowly trying to think if you made plans with anyone, but nothing came to mind. You padded your way to the door focusing on not bumping into any sharp corners of your furniture.

A hand hovering over the door handle for a moment, if you were watching a movie right now you’d be yelling at the main character to maybe not open the door to reveal the ominous door knocker. 

You opened the door without looking through the peephole. The 15% alcohol content making you more confident than you should’ve been considering it was almost 11 o’clock at night and you weren't expecting any visitors at this hour.

What awaited for you on the other side of the door almost made you throw up your lunch from that afternoon and instantly sober up.

There he was in all his glory standing there in your dimly lit hallway.  

Him. Him. Him.

You froze, hoping your eyes were deceiving you. Unfortunately, the way you could smell his cologne wafting through the air and how he was blinking at you stupidly with his full eyelashes let you know it really was him.

Before you registered what you were doing you stood back slamming the door in his face putting both of your shaky palms flat against the wood as if you could close it more than it already was.

You could hear your heartbeat ringing through your ears as your chest rose and fell trying to catch your breath.

“Open the door” he said, muffled from the other side.

You thought about climbing out the window and down the fire escape but stopped yourself as he continued.

“Please, I came all this way to see you” he sounded defeated, which was rich coming from him after the night you had.

You slowly moved your hands to the door knob carefully opening it just in case he decided to barge in. 

He leaned against your door frame with his eyebrows raised, his dimple making a quick appearance before his lips straightened.

“I didn’t ask you to” you blurted.

“Why are you being like this?” He pleaded.

You didn’t answer him, he knew exactly why he just wanted to see if his charm would work first.

You let out a sharp laugh.

“Are you really asking me that?” Questioning him in a duh tone. 

He stepped closer trying to inch his way past you but you stood your ground blocking him from getting in further.

“Did you like the flowers?” 

“Yes, they were nice thanks” you say with no emotion in your tone like you were reading from a script.

“Could I come in?” You weren’t sure what provoked him to ask that considering nothing about your demeanor was inviting.

“No” Squinting your eyes at him.

“C’mon your neighbors are gonna think I’m a weirdo standing out here” He urged looking over his shoulders.

“Good I hope they call the cops actually” shrugging your shoulders 

“That’s not nice” he tutted sarcastically.

“Oh let’s not talk about nice” you scoffed rolling your eyes at him.

He still pushed his way in barely trying as he brushed your shoulder half expecting you to stop him. You didn’t and weren’t going to. 

He shut the door behind him leaning his back against it looking you up and down as you took a few steps back until you reached the kitchen island leaning your hip against it crossing your arms. He looked over at the countertop and smiled internally, taking note you kept the flowers.

Your eyes were still red and puffy, he could tell you were crying. He could also tell you were drinking, he smelt it the minute you spoke to him and your lips were slightly stained purple from where the bottle barely left your mouth all night. 

“I didn’t want you to get caught up in this life” His head hung low.

You didn’t think that was fair. It wasn’t just his decision to make, not even giving you the chance to provide your input letting you decide what you could and couldn’t handle. It was just another one of his sorry excuses.

Deciding to skip the back and forth you asked the question you’d been pondering the entirety of your situation. 

“Why? I’m not good enough for you?” You accused tilting your head to the side trying to strike a nerve.

He shook his head at you still looking down.

“Don’t put words in my mouth” 

“Don’t try to guilt trip me” you bit back.

He pinched the bridge of his nose 

“That’s not what I’m doing” letting out a defeated sigh.

“Then what are you doing Romy? Why are you here?” The sound of his name rolling hot with rage off your tongue. 

He was ashamed to admit it turned him on, he kept that to himself though.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” he revealed, looking up sincerity filling his eyes for once. 

You hated he was so good at that, he’d bat his lashes and look into you with those damn brown eyes knowing you’d give in.

“You can’t just sweet talk your way back into my life, not again” you asserted back to him.

He leaned his head back against the door, going through the 3 stages of grief when he realized getting you back wasn’t gonna be easy as before.

“I can’t I- it’s too much it’s not normal” you stammered out shrugging your shoulders.

“What’s not normal?” his brows furrowing in confusion. 

You felt your words about to come up like vomit and you couldn’t swallow them down.

“How much I liked being hurt by you. No matter what you did or what people said to me about you I didn’t care because it was you, and you could do no wrong in my eyes.” You stopped to take a breath feeling like you were running out of air in your lungs. 

His eyes never left your face for a second feeling the heaviness drip through your voice going straight to his chest.

“That's like crazy I shouldn't be thinking like that- no normal person thinks like that.” You were a bit relieved to say that out loud after all this time.

The room fell silent, there was nothing left for you to say anymore the damage was done.

“Do you love me?” He questioned pushing himself off the door, crossing his arms against his chest.

Your face flushed from disbelief trying to avoid his eye contact. Not believing he would ask you that, he was never that blunt especially not in this context.

He started taking slow, taunting steps towards you. Holding your breath, you thought about backing up but instead you let him come to you. 

“Do you?” He asked again, quieter this time. 

He was inches away from you, your back now digging into the counter as he pressed his body against yours. His hands hung lazily on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles on your exposed skin in between your pajama bottoms and shirt. 

His scent overwhelmed you but it wasn’t his expensive cologne it was him, the familiar scent of his natural musk seeping off his body making you light headed. It was primal the way being in his presence made your knees weak. How badly you wanted to submit to him. It took everything in you not to give in and let him do what he wanted to you but that’s how you got here in the first place. 

You looked up into his eyes, his lashes dark and pupils dilating gripping your waist tighter. You knew the truth but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so you shook your head. 

He leaned in, giving your collarbone a kiss before dragging his tongue up the soft skin of your neck making you squirm grabbing a fistful of his shirt behind his back. He reached your ear feeling his hot heavy breaths.

“Then lie to me” he whispered desperately, nipping at your earlobe.

“What?” you managed to mumble. Your knees about to give out as he ran his tongue around the shape of your ear.

“Just tell me you love me even if you don’t mean it” coming out as a whimper against your cheek.

You had the upper hand here and you didn’t like it. You were so used to him being the one in control it was odd seeing him so distraught in front of you.

You could chose to torture him. Make him feel like you did the past month. But something about the way he was unraveling in your arms told you the nonchalant front he put on was nothing but a lie. He was just as broken as you were.

You put your hands on his chest pushing him back just enough to meet your eyes, his grip still tight on your waist refusing to let go, his eyes burning with defeat.

“I do love you” you spoke helplessly above a whisper.

Feeling him relax under your palms at the softness of your voice he let out a choppy breath he’d been holding in since he knocked on your door.

You hooked a finger loosely around his chains and brought him down to meet your foreheads together. 

“I need you to stop being an idiot” you warned with nothing but seriousness written all over your face. 

His lips twisted into a smirk, his eyes filling with amusement.

“I can do that” he noted, nodding his head against yours.

“I love you too, you know” bringing his hand up to part your lips with his thumb 

“Then show me” catching his thumb in between your teeth giving it a playful bite.

He laughed softly, his brow lifting suggestively at your provocative response.

“I will, everyday” Voice full of warmth. “I swear” he promised. 

He leaned in lips almost brushing together, you could smell his minty fresh breath. 

“What do we do now?” Running your hands down his fitted white shirt stopping at the waistband of his shorts.

Without missing a beat he responded.

“Probably fuck” Shrugging his shoulders like the answer was obvious.

An impish smile taking over his face, eyes darting to your bedroom.

You could feel your eyes twitch your body about to recoil from his touch ready to give him a lecture.

“Sorry baby, I mean make love” He chucked under his breath correcting himself.

“You’re so full of shit” rolling your eyes grabbing him by the wrist leading him to your bedroom.

“Get your sorry ass in here.”

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I proof read to the best of my ability I swear I can't even see straight anymore

Jarren Duran x Fem!Reader

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