After the final out
Jarren Duran x fem!reader
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Summary : everyone is celebrating the championship, but all he wants is five minutes with you away from cameras
WARNINGS- (18+) unprotected p in v, kissing, some fluff at the start.
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a/n - thought this was fitting for the Red Sox since we are on a winning streak, fingers crossed for a championship, enjoy some more Jarren Smut
Sincerely, C
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The crack of the bat was the last thing you remember, before the stadium erupted into a fit of screams and excited cheering.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched the team sprinting from the dugout and bullpen.
They’d just won the whole thing.
Your eyes search the field for Jarren, finally locking eyes with him
He had that huge stupid grin on his face, making you laugh to yourself, thinking that’s my big goof.
You go down to the family exit walking onto the field with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.
Before you can even walk a few steps towards him, he is barreling toward you, scooping you up in his arms tightly.
“I’m so proud of you baby” you whisper in his ear.
“Thank you honey, couldn’t have done it without you” he sets you down, you look up at him smiling, before pressing your lips to his.
Before you can congratulate him more, he’s leaning down toward your ear, “I need you right now baby.”
“Right now? Jarren.”
“Please, I’m so hard.” He presses you closer and you feel his erection straining against his baseball pants.
“The employee bathroom is right over there” you nod your head toward it.
He grabs your hand practically dragging you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing you against it, while kissing you roughly
“We have to be quick Jar”
“5 minutes baby that’s all I need”
He undoes the belt on his baseball pants, and taking himself out of his boxers, stroking once.
You slip your thong down your legs, leaving you in your denim skirt
He picks you up again hiking your skirt up further
“You ready”
“Yes”
He trusts in hard, gently grinding his hips into yours
“Fuck Jarren” your arms tighten around his neck, throwing your head back.
His thrusts stay at a consistent pace, his grunts and groans turning you on more, and inching you closer to your climax
“I’m so close babe” he moans resting his forehead against yours
“Me too” you moan kiss him
“Can I cum in you?” You open your eyes looking at him, nodding, while biting your lip
Jarrens eyes widened “really?”
“Yeah, baby you won the championship, I’ll let you cum in me the first time to.”
His thrusts speed up and you orgasm hard, moaning loud into the stale bathroom air
And he’s right behind you, a few seconds later dumping his load into you.
He stays there for a minute just holding you.
Then he pulls out, your mixed liquids, running down from your soaked core down your thighs.
Jarren set you down, walking towards the sink, wetting a paper towel and cleaning you up.
You slide your thong back up your shaky legs, struggling a little, then pulling your skirt back down.
Jarrens standing in the mirror cleaning himself and putting his belt back on. You wrap your arms around him from behinds kissing him through his sweaty jersey
“I love you so much.”
“I love you to the moon and back, I’m the luckiest man ever won 2 championships today”
You laugh into his shoulder blades
“Yeah, yeah, I guess you did.”
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