#76ers

Timothée Chalamet sitting pretty during the Knicks v. 76ers Playoffs game on May 8, 2026 in Philadelphia.

🎞️: pwp lol u wear lingerie for Jared

⚠️: dom!Jared McCain × sub!Reader, established relationship, rough sex, light bondage (wrist restraint), consensual power dynamics, overstimulation, creampie.

“Is it the way, you love me baby?”

You lit the last candle just as the garage door rumbled underneath your feet.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, backing up from the dresser, nearly knocking over your body mist. Jared was home early. Earlier than he said he’d be.

You turned, caught your reflection in the mirror, and ran your fingers down your sides. You’d been sitting on this set from Savage X for weeks, waiting on the right time to surprise him—a barely-there black mesh corset with red embroidery and matching thong. You weren’t sure if tonight would be too much, or not enough.

But then you heard the front door slam.

Heavy steps. A bag hitting the wall. His voice muttering—low, annoyed.

“Fuckin’... whatever, bro.”

You straightened your shoulders, heart thudding. Jared didn’t usually come home this riled up. Not unless the media said something reckless. Or he missed shots he thought he should’ve made.

“J?” you called down, feigning casual.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

You heard him drop his keys in the bowl, take a deep breath. Then climb the stairs.

You posed in the mirror, shoulders back, chin lifted like he always teased you for. Trying not to look like you were trying.

When the bedroom door creaked open, he stood in the frame with one hand on it, still in his warm-ups, hair messy from the hoodie he’d pulled off halfway up the stairs.

His eyes moved slow. Head to toe. Paused at your thighs, your chest, then locked on your eyes like they were the only ones that ever settled him.

“You tryna kill me?” he asked, voice low, a little hoarse.

You smiled, just a little. “You looked like you had a long day.”

He stepped in and shut the door. Locked it.

“Oh, I did,” he said, voice deeper now. “People talking shit, coaches on my ass, and now…” he motioned to you, “now you lookin’ like that”

You stepped toward him, playing clueless. “Thought I’d help you relax.”

He didn’t smile. He just stared at you. Then tilted his head.

“You wearin’ this for me?” he asked, eyes still on you but walking slow toward the edge of the bed.

You nodded, soft.

He sat down and spread his knees. "Come here."

You obeyed without thinking.

“Get on your knees baby.”

Your breath caught. He only said that when he was in a mood. A very specific kind of mood. But you liked that mood. A lot.

You sank to the carpet between his legs. Jared tilted his head, running the pad of his thumb across your lips.

“You been waitin’ on this?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

He leaned back slightly and dragged a palm across his bulge. “Say it.”

“I’ve been waiting on this,” you whispered, eyes flicking up.

“I know you have baby, I’m so sorry for making you wait.”

He stood. “C’mon,” he said, voice low. “Get on the bed.”

You crawled onto the mattress, lying on your back, head on the pillows. Jared followed behind, yanked the hoodie over his head, and tossed it on the chair. He stood there for a second, his gaze molten on your body.

Then he climbed over you, straddling your waist. His hands gripped both of yours and pinned them above your head.

“You gon take what I give you?” he murmured.

You nodded, lip trembling slightly in anticipation.

He leaned down, kissed you slow, tongue tracing the outline of your bottom lip. Then his mouth moved lower—down your jaw, neck, over your chest. He bit the top of your corset and dragged the fabric down with his teeth.

He grabbed both wrists with one hand and reached into the drawer with the other. You heard a soft click. Silk restraints. The ones he bought during All-Star break “just in case.” You chastised him for being a ‘freaky frog’, but that was before you realized how much you liked them.

He tied you to the headboard—tight enough to feel it, not enough to hurt. He kissed your wrists after, like he always did.

“Should tie you up more often,” he muttered. “Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty and still tryna to act like you’re not needy.”

Your thighs twitched.

“You good?” he murmured.

You nodded, breath hot. “Yeah.”

“Safe word?”

“Cherry.”

“Good girl.”

Then he slid your panties down your legs and stared like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times.

“You been wet this whole time?”

You bit your lip.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Say it louder.”

“Yes, Jared.”

He groaned and leaned in, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds, watching you react to every movement. He didn’t tease long—he was too riled up. Frustrated. He wanted to take it out on you. And you wanted him to.

Two fingers slid inside you, crooked just right. Your back arched. He held your hips down and worked his fingers with practiced precision, curling and stroking until your thighs started to shake.

You moaned his name. Tried to twist your wrists out of the tie.

“Nuh-uh,” he growled. “You asked for this. Take it.”

You clenched around him.

“That’s right. Squeezin’ my fingers like that...such a nasty girl.”

You cried out when he latched his mouth over your clit, sucking hard, fingers never slowing. Your body bowed. The orgasm hit so fast it made you sob. He didn’t stop.

”Jared, wait—baby—too much—”

“Too much?” he mocked, eyes dark. lYou wanna make me feel better but can’t take one lil orgasm?”

You whined, nearly breathless, toes curling.

He finally pulled away, licking his fingers clean, then undid his sweats and let his thick dick slap against his stomach.

“Turn over,” he said.

You hesitated.

“Now.”

You obeyed. He pulled your hips back and slid in slow but hard, a groan ripping from his chest.

“Fuck. This what you wanted?” he said, voice shaking.

You nodded, mouth open against the sheets.

He pulled almost all the way out, then snapped his hips forward, making you yelp.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes! Yes, Jared!”

He gripped your waist and fucked you rough, steady, controlled. One hand snuck back up to your neck.

“Don’t try to surprise me again if youn want the consequences.”

“Okay—fuck—okay, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” he growled, pounding into you harder. “You like when I treat you like this—fucking all my frustrations into you”

Your body jolted with each thrust, tears leaking from the corner of your eye.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Good,” he hissed. “I want it all over me.”

He slid his hand around to your clit, rubbed fast and precise, forcing a second orgasm out of you like it was nothing.

You cried out his name as your body convulsed again. He slammed into you once more before his hips stuttered, spilling deep inside with a groan and a low moan against your shoulder.

He collapsed over you, careful not to crush you, breathing hard.

After a moment, he pressed kisses along your spine, undoing your wrists.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded weakly, curling into his chest.

He tucked you in tight.

“I ain’t mean to come home angry’. Just… needed you so bad.”

“I know,” you whispered back. “That’s why I did it.”