(@jasmine144 requested)
Jared stood in the doorway, his muscular arms resting on the wooden frame as he watched you getting dressed. "Yes?" You smiled, raising an eyebrow at him, making him smirk. "Just watching you get changed baby." He muttered, making you shiver the slightest bit. You turned on your heels and blushed, looking at the floor before pulling your husband's shirt over your head. Jared's strong arms were suddenly being wrapped around your waist, making you jump. He chuckled quietly, a smile forming on your lips as he slowly swayed you side to side. "I can't believe you're my wife." He whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheek that had just turned bright red at his words. "I can't believe that you are my husband. I mean wow. The first time we met I was wearing a shirt with your face all over it, dreaming that I could marry you and now...I just can't believe it." Your words made J smile, remembering how instantly he fell for you, even if you were a young fan. "You were only 17 when we met," he shook his head, "at the time I was 40, and I fell in love with a 17 year old girl." You giggled, turning around and backing up a little before tackling him onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, enough to make you unable to get out of his firm grasp. "I may be 45 but I have the strength of a 25 year old body builder." He warned jokingly, a serious expression on his face before a small smirk formed. "Yeah you wish." You rolled your eyes before licking his cheek. "Let me go." You huffed, wriggling around against him, making him grunt. You smirked mischievously as you realised the cause of the grunt. You circled your hips as much as you could against his crotch until he finally released you, grabbing himself and groaning. "Really babe? It's on." He said, giving you a challenging glare. You bolted up, running to the other side of the holiday home and hiding in the linen cupboard. A few minutes passed before you heard his footsteps. "C'mon baby, don't you want daddy to make you feel good?" He teased, making your knees buckle and your hand hit the cupboard door, immediately revealing your hiding spot. Jared grabbed you quickly and threw you over his shoulder, much to your protest. "Let me go!" You huffed, kicking your legs and punching his back. "Maybe you shouldn't tease daddy." He growled, throwing you onto the bed and grabbing onto your thighs. He slowly opened your legs, making you close your eyes and hum loudly in an effort to not get aroused. He just laughed, kissing up your thighs gently before your legs started to shake.
(There will be a part two, I'm sorry that this is so short)
