#reader and jared

“There you are,” he said after coming to the surface of the water, “I was startin' to think you were in there robbin' me.”

You let out a chuckle and sat down on the edge of the pool letting your feet hang in the water, “And yet you stayed out here so if I was robbing you all of your stuff surely would have been gone because you suck.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he splashed some water on you, “Hey! That's cold!” You protested, trying to cover your body with your arms.

The man laughed and swam closer to you, “You're the one who brought up swimmin’, Y/N, you can't swim sittin' on the ledge,” before you could say anything Jared grabbed you and pulled you into the water with him.

The cold water stung your skin and when your head came back up you groaned unhappily, “You're a mean, mean man.” You pushed your hair back out of you face and kicked your legs under the water to stay afloat.

He splashed water at you for a second time, “I am not,” even as he said it he had a smirk across his face.

“I beg to differ,” Y/N said and started swimming away from the man. You heard him ask where you were going as you felt his hand grip your ankle causing you to stop and look back at him. “See, like I said, mean.” You stuck your tongue out and tried to get away but it was no use. Jared was a lot stronger than you and he pulled you back to him with ease. He pulled your leg around his waist, making you have to do the same with the other, and even though he wrapped his arms around you, you kept your arms crossed in front of you.

“Don't pout,” he said with a grin, “You're too beautiful to look sad.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a scoff, “What exactly are your intentions with me?” You asked him boldly with a raised brow. You hated how your body was reacting to him and it was making it more difficult to stay fake mad at him.

The man's grin grew wider, his tongue exiting his mouth to moisten his lips, “Isn't it obvious?”

Mixed emotions filled you. Of course you found Jared Padalecki sexy and of course you've fantasized about something like this scenario a million times, but you never in a million years actually thought you'd end up living your fantasy.  “I didn't realize you were the type to hook up with strange women,” your voice had a slight disappointed tone to it and his smile faded.

“I'm sorry to disappoint you,” he said and let you go, “But just so you know, I don't normally do this.”

You felt like that line was something someone who did normally do it would say, but you didn't want to cause any tension when he still needed to drive you to the airport later. You didn't know what to say, but you wanted to lighten the mood back up so you smirked and splashed some water in his direction.

Jared hadn't been paying attention so the water startled him and he turned back to you, “Now who's being mean?”

Y/N shrugged, “I don't know what you're talking about.” This time you were able to swim away and he laughed as he debated whether or not he wanted to follow you. “What's the matter? Can't keep up because I bruised your ego?” Your sharp tongue had gotten you into trouble in the past, but so far it seemed to be a trait Jared liked.

“You're somethin' else,” he chuckled and started chasing after you. Y/N managed to keep dodging him, but then you felt his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled your back into his chest. “Gotcha,” he gloated.

You relaxed against him, “Maybe I let you get me,” Y/N challenged. You still weren't sure what you wanted to happen, but you also weren't ready to stop whatever was going on. One of his hands rested flat against your bare stomach as the other one moved to your face. He nudged your chin to turn your head back so you could see him a little better. Without warning his lips crashed into yours causing you to let out a small moan. Damn you body for betraying me you thought to yourself.

“We don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do,” he reassured you before kissing you again. You turned around in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands now cupping your ass. Your legs once again wrapped around his waist and he held you against him while your tongues danced in his mouth.

Feeling his erection against you made you more excited and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him for much longer. “I want to,” breathless words managed to escape your lips. His kissing became more intense once he knew things were headed in that direction and he moved you both through the water until your back was against the wall.

“We aren't fuckin' in the pool,” the man told you between kisses and finally he lifted you up and sat you down on the ledge and then pulled himself up out of the water. Taking your hand he led you back to the house, not caring about the water you were both dripping on the floor as you made your way upstairs. Once you reached the master bedroom his lips were back on you, but this time your neck. His lips moved down your body and he placed several kisses on your skin above your sports bra. Because it was wet it was a little hard to take off, but with your assistance the white fabric was now on his bedroom floor. He took a step back to admire you and you saw him lick his lips. Having him stare at you like that made you nervous and even though you wanted to hide your body you didn't.

“Jared, you here?” Both of you looked at each other at the sound of the familiar voice and you froze.

“Shit!” He moved you away from the door where you had been standing against and he quickly stepped out of the room leaving you alone behind the closed door.

All of your clothes were downstairs and you knew you wouldn't be able to get back into your bra so you went over to his dresser and found a shirt you could put on. Since he was so tall the shirt fit you like a dress and you chuckled at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you picked up your discarded bra and opened the door. As you walked down the stairs you could hear talking in the kitchen and you were thankful you were able to go to the living room undetected to change into your own clothes. You changed your panties and slipped on a pair of jeans then looked at your shirt choices before deciding to keep Jared's shirt on. When your suitcase was zippered back up you slowly walked down the hall to the kitchen and stopped at the doorway.

“You must be the slut who's sleeping with my husband,” Genevieve greeted you the second she saw you.

“Nice to meet you too,” you retorted. You didn't think it was possible but your day had just gotten a lot weirder. You looked over at Jared and his apologetic gaze wasn't lost on you. “I'll let you two be,” you started for the fridge, “Just a little thirsty.” After grabbing a bottle of water you went back to the living room and sat down. You didn't know what else to do but sit there and listen to the man you almost had sex with fighting with his wife who he was supposed to be separated from. What did you get yourself into, Y/N?”

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