#jared mccain

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a jared mccain fic

summary ~ requested !

includes ~ smut // sub jared // dom reader // nail tech reader

word count ~ 1,028

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Jared’s room was always cold. You always had to cling to him to get some warmth.

He was a human heater. That’s why you constantly clung to him in consciousness and unconsciousness. But now, you’re awake, sweaty, and slightly suffocating due to the large boy laying on top of you. You blinked hard a few times, groaning softly at how hard it is to breathe pressing a palm against his chest whining a little.

“J, baby, get off of me. I can’t breathe.” 

Jared grumbled something as he nuzzled his face into your cheek making you cringe away, feeling his lips press against your cheek his eyes still closed. He said something, but you couldn’t understand him, all you can focus on is how your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“Jared. You’re too hot, please.”

“I like being like this.” He whispered lifting his head to press his lips to your flushed cheek, you scrunched your face up groaning softly. “What time is it?” He mumbled rolling off of you, finally letting you breathe but he still tangled one of his leg with yours his eyes shutting slowly. 

“I think 5 AM.” You whispered letting your hand rest on his thigh, you were already getting cold without him close. He hummed in acknowledgment, his large hand resting on top of yours sighing deeply through his nose. Your eyes were closed but you could tell his were open, you could always just feel when he was awake. 

You were almost sure Jared was your soulmate.

You two have always been connected on a deeper level. A spiritual one you couldn’t explain. You knew everything about Jared and he knew everything about you, he knew every inch of your soul and you knew every inch of his. It was gross and cliche, but it was the truth. Even if you weren’t near him you knew what he was feeling whether it be happy or sad, you knew, you felt everything he felt. 

“Go back to sleep, baby.” You mumble rubbing the inside of his thigh, hearing him grumble something as he wrapped his hand around your forearm stroking your arm slowly.

“You woke me up.” He whispered leaning in to press his lips against your sweaty forehead, humming softly as you squeezed his thigh with a quiet sigh. “I love your face.” He ran a finger down the bridge of your nose, resting the digit on the seam of your lips making your heart race a little. 

“You can’t even see it.” You whispered turning on your side to face him. Finally opening your eyes to rest on his graceful features, a smile forming on your lips the moment your eyes connect with his.  “It’s printed on the back of my eyelids at this point” he said, smiling as you saw his eyes turn inward in the dark room. You loved his eyes. You loved them so much. They read of love and dumb jokes, you saw your future in his eyes, and the visions of your future usually had Jared in them. Your favorite vision was the one where you held on to a little boy’s hand, he has your lips and Jared’s eyes, and your stomach was swelling with new life while his hand skimmed over your stomach trying to feel the life inside you kicking.

God, you wanted that vision to be reality so bad.

You scooted over into his arms, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head once again slowly pressing his palm against your stomach. You blinked a few times, looking down at his palm rub slowly circles on your covered stomach before slipping his warm hand under your shirt to draw gentle circles on the warm skin.

“Wanna put a baby in there.” He whispered into your slightly damp hair. Your breath caught in your throat, looking over at him with a small shy laugh leaving your lips.

“You say that every time you wanna fuck me.” You giggled looking down at his hand, your fingers gently wrap around his forearm as you use your other hand to lift your tank top to watch his fingers begin to draw triangles on your stomach.

“You’d look so pretty carrying my baby.” You blushed softly rubbing your eyes a little, feeling his lips press against your shoulder. 

“Our baby would be so cute. They’d have your eyes––”

“Your eyes. I want them to have your eyes.” You quickly corrected turning to face him with a small swallow, watching his lips quirk up a little at your interjection.

“My eyes? You sure?”

“Yeah, you got some pretty ones I fear.” You told him honestly with a quick nod, feeling his hand press a little harder against your stomach. He pressed his forehead against yours, your eyes fell onto his pouty lips humming softly. 

“How about this,” he shifts a little bit to nuzzle his nose against yours, “my eyes, your nose, and your lips.” You watched his lips, hanging onto every word that left his mouth a soft smile looking into his eyes.

“I love that.” You pressed your palm to his cheek, pressing the softest kiss to his slightly chapped lips, “I love you.” You kissed him again feeling him wrap arms around your torso to keep you close with a soft hum into your mouth. He slowly rolled on top of you, making himself at home between your legs pressing his chest to yours before pulling away with a soft smack. You giggled gently, turning your face away from him his hearing him laugh sweetly as he nosed your cheek smiling brightly down at you with a soft hum.

“I love you too, angel.” He whispered pressing his lips to your cheek firmly. You were getting hot again, but you didn’t care anymore. You could feel your heart pound against your chest, you were so in love with him, he always made you feel like you were weightless. He pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was messy, a little uncoordinated, but passionate none the less. You parted your lips for him without any coaxing, you opened yourself up to him with no hesitation, trusting him with every fiber of your being. You held tightly onto him, his nails digging into his back as he held onto your hips, pressing his hips into yours grunting gently into your mouth.

“Spread your legs, ma.”

You spread your legs without thought, your head falling to the side for him to kiss along your jawline making you sigh quietly tangling your hand into his curly hair. Jared shifted a little as he kissed down your neck, you pressed a hand against his chest gasping quietly when you felt his teeth dig into the crook of your neck. He chuckled softly against your skin, pulling back to look down at you with a deep breath.

You batted your lashes up at him as you took in his face, your hand traveling up his chest to rest on his cheek with a smile. He had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen, the softest lashes, and the brown hues held a place in your heart. 

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That—That you wanted to put a baby in me?”

He smirked a little down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours making your cheeks heat up.

“You want that?” He questioned barely above a whisper, you held tightly onto his bicep as you blinked up to your boyfriend nodding slowly. 

“Say it.” Your stomach knotted up as his words went straight to your core. You held tightly onto him, your eyes scanned over his face for a moment before locking on your eyes on his lips.

“I want to you to put a baby in me—fill me up.” 

There’s a small pause. A wide smile forming on those perfect pink lips you adored.

“You overly freaked out and ready.” He said rolling his eyes. You laughed at that, he soon joined after ducking his head down into the crook of your neck still laughing with his whole body. You wrapped your arms around his neck taking in a deep breath

author’s note ⟡ this is completely self indulgent but i need to get back in the groove of writing again so hope you enjoy

pairing ⟡ jared mccain x reader

The entire house was quiet. The news had been public for a couple of hours now. Jared had been out all day, who knows where. You sent a text message to him just before you left work asking if he was okay. Just as you suspected, no response. You toed your shoes off and set your keys on the table by the door.

“Jared,” you called out in a medium tone so as to not disturb the house. You called out again and the only thing heard was your bag clinking against the counter. You knew he was home, his car was in the driveway. Maybe he was asleep or he got a ride with a friend.

You quickly walked to your shared bedroom, pushing the door open, hearing the shower going. You sat on the corner of the bed, staring at the floor, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.

Jared had grown to love Philly and the 76ers, so you could only imagine how he felt when he got the news. You hoped that someone called him rather than finding out from Shams like the rest of the world.

Before you could continue your thoughts the shower abruptly stopped. A few moments later Jared stepped out. You stood up to meet him, taking him in. His shoulders were slouched and tense, face littered with discomfort.

“Hey, baby,” he spoke softly, softer than he ever did with you. He adjusted the towel around his waist before stepping forward ever so slightly, “When’d you get home?”

You stepped closer to him, only inches keeping you apart. You were unsure if he even wanted comfort. A hug or a ‘it’s gonna be okay.’ You unfortunately couldn’t read his mind. “I just got here. Was looking for you.”

Jared let out a long sigh before bowing his head and walking further into your space. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. The lingering water droplets from his body dampened your clothes, but you didn’t care. Your boyfriend needed you, even if he didn’t have the exact words to say it.

Your hands came up his body, one resting on his back and the other cradling his neck. “I just needed more time.” It was the only thing that left his mouth, his hands tightening around your waist as he said it.

You murmured a few ‘I know baby’s’ before pushing his shoulders back to look at his face. His eyes were a little glassy, like he was on the verge of tears but something was holding him back. “You did exactly what you needed to. There’s nothing you could have done.”

“What if I hadn’t got hurt last season? What if-”

“None of that is your fault. You got hurt, it’s something that happens. Thinking about the what if’s does nothing and you know that,” you cut him off gently. He always got into this type of mood after something devastating. Thinking about what could’ve gone better or could’ve been changed.

You brought your hands up to cup his face, swiping your finger under his eye. He let a few tears fall, ones that he needed to let go of. Jared brought his hands up to yours, one grabbing your wrist and the other covering your left hand.

“What about you?”

“What about me, baby?”

He took a pause before speaking again, “Your job, your life here. You can’t just leave this behind because I got traded.”

You brought his face closer to yours, foreheads resting against one another’s. His wet curls were rubbing off on yours as he took a deep breath. “Jared, we don’t have to worry about that at this moment. We’ll figure it out, we always do.