#imagines jared

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I got this idea for a fic.....and I don’t know if it’ll be good or not or if i should continue it or not. so you guys let me know?

"Jared stop! Please stop...” your voice trailed off as you attempted to keep the door between the two of you closed. the deep pounding on his end was so powerful that it shook your own body that laid on the other end of it. even though you hadn’t been standing there long you could tell that your weight was not going to be enough to keep him out. 

Author’s Note; Hey guys, this is my very first imagine so I hope it’s ok !! just an update ;; currently I am accepting imagines and this is the only one i’ve received. So please, please, please, feel free to send me some so I can start working on them. 

The checkerboard floor beneath you held no interest as you stared blankly into the distance in an effort to gather your thoughts before Jared arrived. It was supposed to be a casual date night, one in which you were looking forward to due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in over a month now. With his constant need to explore, be on tour, work with the band, pursue acting, and keep in shape with his friends through rock climbing and hiking, you rarely saw him lately.

When you guys did manage to see one another it was always through skype, snapchat or some kind of electronic device, and truth be told, you found yourself missing the personal aspects of your relationship. You missed his touch, his presence, and more than anything you missed his attention. You could admit that you were slightly needy when it came to him, but you had never truly had a relationship like this one before. 

Casual dating wasn’t really your thing because you were pretty guarded when it came to trusting other people, but Jared was different. His maturity was the first thing you noticed when you met him, and although his fame was a factor to consider while dating him, you never thought it’d be this hard to keep things interesting. You expected him to be gone for long periods of time for work, but not so periodically. It was starting to take a toll. There were times you felt so desperate to see him, that you found yourself intently watching his films. One film that caught your attention more than anything was the infamous Suicide Squad in which he played the iconic bad guy, The Joker. 

You couldn’t explain it but there was something about the character that you liked, something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. The idea of seeing him so in control, dominant, and possessive only made you long for him more. The subtle fascination he held for playing the character was so obvious for you to see that you wished to see more of it yourself and you were dying to see how he’d react to playing the character outside the studio.

A smile of wicked glee played a gentle symphony on your face as you thought of the perfect way to spend his first night back from work. - - it seemed simple enough to plan considering roleplay was said to be a “normal” change in the sex lives of couples all the time, so why did you feel yourself growing more and more uncomfortable the closer the time ticked down for him to be there? It was like being slammed with a final exam that you didn’t study for or get a chance to peek at the notes for.

uncertain irises slid down your frame in the mirror as the lingerie you bought clung to your body in ways you couldn’t object to. A gentle turn to the side exposed your curves in the most magnificent light and the black lace was perfect against your skin. he was going to love it. pale lips were turned crimson, eyelashes were relentlessly curled, and hair was pushed back perfectly.

“Hey Babe.....” his voice rang through the forefront of the house while hitting your ears with a resonating sense of panic as you realized it was time to talk to him about your new found fantasy. There was no way possible that he would be able to say no while you looked like this. It was quiet for a few moments before you heard his foot steps shuffling down the halls in pursuit of finding you, but you weren’t quite ready to reveal yourself just yet. Instead, a deep breath slid through your lips and rattled your lugs as you slid your hands down the knee high silk robe that covered your frame. You didn’t want to give him a heart attack and show it all to him at once, you had to ease into it, make it sexy. 

You emerge from the bathroom with a new found sense of confidence as you leave the robe slightly open in the front to give way to the valley of your chest and the lace decoration of your bra. “Babe....” you heard him repeat, this time with a sense of urgency. Your irises meet his when you step foot into the hallway and lean against the doorway admiring him. He froze, a deep red rose in hand, and a facial expression that looked as though it were drenched in cold water. was he in awe? 

“Hey Puddin’” you joked in hopes of getting a response from him, but his stare turned dark and his arm extended slowly in attempt to offer the rose.  His eyebrows furrowed in a look that resembled confusion and his fingers lingered on the rose as if he was lost in his own thoughts. Blue orbs traveled your skin as if they had fingers, touching you in places you weren’t ready to reveal to him just yet. “What?” he questioned with a slight chuckle behind his voice. His arm remained extended as he spoke and you instantly felt the blood behind your cheeks boil giving way to the boundless blush that took over nearly half your face. His stare was familiar the way it embodied the definition of dominance; it was exactly what you wanted, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone. It was swept away by the curiosity that riddled through his frame. 

“Nothing, I just.....I missed you.” You answered pulling the rose from his hand softly before using your free hand to grasp a hold of his. Your index finger intertwined with his as you led him in the direction of the bedroom. So many months had gone by without him and the need to have him only grew with him being in the same room as you. There was only one thing on your mind and the quicker you could convince him of what you wanted, the happier you both would be. 

He smiled and you could feel his eyes on the back of your frame, watching you intently as if you were about to reveal to him the location of the holy grail. “Mmmm, i’m sure ya say that to all the boys.” he joked and you giggled while setting down the rose on the night stand next to the bed. “Nah, ya know you’re the only man for me Mr. J.” you teased again and you felt him halt. You could nearly hear the click in his head as he gathered what was happening, and you could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin. You refused to turn around to face him, but his hand dropped from your smoothly. You closed your eyes softly and adjusted your weight in an attempt to prepare yourself for his reaction. 

his arms folded across his chest and an eyebrow arose in a look that mocked impatience. Your name slid from his lips in a tone that alerted you of his urgency to know what was happening and you found yourself finally turning around to face him with your fingers interlaced with each other. You felt as though you resembled that of a guilty child as you picked at your index finger in an attempt to keep from looking him in the eyes. “What is going on?” He questioned, his voice stern. 

After a few moments of avoiding his gaze you felt the heat from his body grow closer to yours and his finger planted itself firmly below your chin. You had no choice but to look at him now and the expression on his face nearly sent you into a pooling mess of goo; he wanted an answer. “I ...” It was embarrassing now. A part of you wanted to tell him exactly what you wanted, but would he think you were insane? Did you really want him to basically do his job, after all those months of being away from home, doing his job? Being home gave him the chance to relax, be HIMSELF, yet here you were asking him to be the Joker. It wasn’t fair. 

“I was just kidding. I wanted to mess with you.” you lied while shaking your head slightly to dismiss the influx in anxiety that refused to leave your body. He tilted his head back at your words, and his eyes focused in on your face as if he knew you were lying. His tongue licked at his lips before they fixed themselves into a hard line, it seemed like your answer wasn’t enough for him. 

“Explain.” he said simply before connecting his eyes with your own. He was always ruthless when he wanted to know something and his stare remained focused on your face with all hints of arousal gone. You bit your bottom lip and ended the assault you had placed on your fingers by twirling them into each other relentlessly in an effort to end your anxiety. “I just....I wanna try something different.” you admitted pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and inching towards the bed to sit. You reached for his hands, forcing him to sit with you, and he smiled. He was enjoying your discomfort while eagerly awaiting what you had in mind.

“Like what?” His eyebrows flexed again.  “I watched one of your movies, the suicide squad one.” you answered.  “And....” He pushed. “I liked it and I ....wanted to try something.” You shrugged. “So you’ve said.....” he smiles wider.   “I looked it up. They said, it’s normal for couples to roleplay and try different stuff to keep things interesting, and I thought we could try?” You respond questionably.  “You want me to be the Joker for you?” He asked, not being able to hide the laughter that seeped through his words.  “I mean.....it’s stupid and you don’t have to.” You retreat, but he pulls his hands to yours in an effort to keep you close.  “Tell me what you want.” He demanded, focusing his eyes in on your lips.  “I want you....like that.” you answered, referring  to the movie. You had never really done anything with Jared outside the normal vanilla scheme of things, but you were beyond interested in trying. “You said you had fun in that role. You were all dominant and ....sexy, but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” you suggested, but his demeanor changed. It was so subtle that if you had looked away for a moment, you’d have missed it. His frame moved next to you as he stood up. His eyes were different again and the look that overtook his features nearly made you smile as it resembled that of the joker in the film you’d grown obsessed with over the past few days.  “Stand up.” he said, barely above a whisper and you did as instructed. His arms extended out in front of him on either side of you and instead of his fingertips touching you they simple outlined your shoulders as he smiled.  “Take it off.” he requested, his eyes never leaving yours. Without a hint of hesitation you gathered the sides of your robe after opening it, and allowed it to fall from your frame as you exposed yourself to him.

There was a hum at the back of his throat that nearly came out as a growl while his eyes roamed your skin. The hint of a smile on his lips spoke to you in places that you thought you’d long died in his absence, but ever so painfully they sprung to life without a sense of remorse. your pearly whites attacked your bottom lip as you looked down at the crumbled up fabric that just left your body and you heard him speak again.

“Ohhhhh, smile for Daddy.” his voice was deeper now, more raspy as it hit your ears and you found yourself falling slightly in love with it. A soft smile hit your features at his request and the pleasure that soaked his face in response to it only made you even more in need of his touch.

“Do you trust me?” he questioned, in that voice again. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared up at him. “Yes.” you answered simply before he tilted his head back in dissatisfaction. “No, that’s too easy.” he answered, placing up his hand slightly and looking off to the side as if he were deep in thought about something else. “Do you.....surrender yourself, to me?” He questioned, this time with a more serious undertone and you tilt your head to the side. Was that even a question? “Mmm?” he persisted further while raising a brow. “Yes.” You answer again. “Ask me...” He demanded and you smile. “Please.....Daddy.” His breathing picks up, his face tightens, and his eyes lower in a way you had never seen them do before. He was pleased. “Such a good....girl.” He mused pulling his fingers together into a fist in front of your eyes and outlining your face once again as if he wanted to touch you, but didn’t. “Hold out your hands.” He instructed, and you did as you were told. 

The gentle fabric of the tie he used to bind your hands together rubbed against your skin like the feeling of silk and you couldn’t help the small giggle that resonated through your lips as you watched him. His fingers were so skilled in wrapping it perfectly around the flesh of your wrists and forearm that you started to wonder how often he had done this. It was snug, and tight, but not uncomfortable. He spared no remorse when it came to leaving you room to move around. 

You were on the bed faster than you could take a breath and It didn’t take long before his hands were finally on your skin. His lips trailed down the front of your frame with a mission to cause nothing but pleasure and you could feel yourself coming apart at the anticipation of what he was going to do next. His lips trailed down the valley of your breasts, to your belly button and he suddenly stopped before he reached your bikini line. “Keep quiet or I will punish you.” he spoke sternly, looking up from your skin and into your eyes. You bit your bottom lip as a silent agreement and he continued his assault on your skin. 

You couldn’t stop the hopeless gasps that rocked through your lips at the feeling of his tongue on your thighs, or the teasing breaths that covered the top of your clit. You were positive that your wrists would be bruised by the time you two were finished and your hopeless attempts of reaching for him were in vain as your hands stayed tied together to the bed post. The feeling of his lips finally coming into contact with your lower half nearly sent you into a frenzy. Limbs stiffened, eyes snapped shut, and air was a mere myth to your lungs. 

It only took a few seconds before a moan slipped through your lips and suddenly all movement stopped. You whimpered delicately at the lost of his touch and found yourself arching your back in an attempt to get closer to him. Your actions were futile as you watched him hover above you with his hand resting firmly on the binds that kept you in place. “What did I tell you?” He questioned tilting his head to the side in an expression that mocked confusion. You didn’t speak and his grip tightened. “What. Did I. Tell you ?” He asked again, this time slowly pronouncing the words as if talking to a child. 

“Not to make any noise.” You answered simply. “And if ya did?” He continued. “You’d punish me.” You replied. “Mmmmm, so what. am i going to do. with you?” He asked more so to himself than to you as his eyes slid down your frame again. You were unprepared for the feeling of his hand around your neck, but you didn’t object to the feeling of it.  “Since YOOOOOOU don’t want to follow the plan, YOOOOOOU don’t get to cum. You understand?” He asked. “....But....” his eyes narrowed and you nodded.  “Tell me you understand, Princess.” he requested.  “I understand.” He smiled in response before moving his hand back down between your legs. His fingers performed magic between your thighs, leaving your mouth as nothing but a gaping hole of moans, gasps, and pleads. You were surprised when you felt his hand tightening around your neck and although you began to like it at first, it seemed like with each second that passed by, he refused to let go. Finally, his hand was squeezing so roughly that you nearly felt yourself pass out at the lack of oxygen. Even though you asked him to stop, he didn’t. 

“Jared......stop...” your plea went unacknowledged until you practically yelled “STOP!” between gasps. His eyes widened and every movement in his body stopped. Was it not clear to him that you were uncomfortable now? 

“Get these off, take them off.” You urged wiggling your hands against the ties that kept you in place. His hands were quick the way they untied you and you instantly pushed him off as soon as you were free. 

“What’s wrong?” his hands were opened as he sat against the bed nearly across the room from you now. 

“What the hell was that?” You ask, pointing your finger to the bed where you once laid beneath him. 

“I was just doing what you asked.....” he spoke while standing to his feet and taking a step towards you.

“No....don’t come near me.” you urged placing up one hand, palm forward in an effort to regain space between you. Your name was whispered from his lips as if he were speaking to a wounded animal and you shook your head.