Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Fan Imagine

I'm deciding whether or not to make this smutty or fluffy... Maybe both? Idk we'll see where this goes! Thanks for reading/commenting/voting guys! You're beautiful and awesome :) ~Cyd

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Jared~

Jared has you now. You can't say you aren't excited but dammit being locked in a dark room with him and four other guys is quite intimidating. Once you think you've found a spot, the laser shoots out at your chest, and you lose points- off to run somewhere else.

You kept your eyes wide and every once in awhile- once the room was quiet with no lasers beeping- you would harshly whisper Jared's name, treading lightly behind boards to see where he was hidden.

Laser tag was so not your thing.

"Boo!" He whispers, popping up behind you. You cry out, dropping your gun and clutching your chest. Jared laughs at you, his eyes squinting and laugh lines forming outside his wide smile. You shake your head at him and swoop lower to pick up your gun.

"Damn Jared, you scared me shitless." You mutter, and aim your gun at his chest, pushing down on your trigger to gain some much needed points. Jared looks at you in disbelief. "I thought we had a truce." He says in disdain, frowning like the cute idiot he is. You roll your eyes. "Yeahhh, sure. That ended when you fired at me forty minutes ago."

Just as you said that, he was brought to life again and faster than you could comprehend, he pushed you against the nearest wall. Your gun had clattered to the floor again, and in order to protect yourself from Jared's tall muscular frame, your two hands went up to collide with his chest.

He was so close, towering over you and making you feel small. His long brown hair outlined his face perfectly, light stubble barely detected in the small amount of light. You could barely see his eyes- but his eyelids had dropped lower to create a hooded effect. He was inches from you and you could feel his heavy hot breathes against your parted lips.

This was absolutely insane. You only dreamt about these things. Not that you were complaining or anything, but damn; were you some lucky bitch tonight.

"You don't play nice." He pants out, shifting his gun so his left hand is the only thing holding it and so his right could pull your two wrists together tight and push them over your head. Your breath catches as he crams your hips against the wall using his. Okay- you were so dreaming.

There's silence between you, the only noise a distant laser and the yell of someone who just lost. Your breathing was coming in very erratically and you felt you could nearly pass out from the little blood going to your brain. Jared Padalecki had you helpless against a wall in a dark room. You were going straight to hell.

"I don't appreciate truce breakers. How do you think I should punish you?" He mumbles, dragging his lips just past yours and to your jaw. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pursed his lips down your neck, leaving soft barely-there kisses. You writhed under him, biting your lip to stay quiet. Each time you moved, his hand was squeeze your wrists tighter and his hips would push you back harder.

Your mind was blank and the images of before- him and you in bed- were bombarding you with uncontrollable lust. Well, seeing Sam's sex scenes were probably the greatest turn ons in your life. You couldn't help but wonder if Jared was the same as his character.

Before you could process what his lips and hips were doing for too long, he pulled away completely, dropping your hands and freeing your body. You slouch without thinking, your breathing heavy, and mind filled with nasty thoughts. You find Jared's eyes and he smirks at you, pointing his gun at your chest and shooting, before winking and running off.

You groan and reach for your gun. Damn you Padalecki.