────୨ৎ────Reckless Hands.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ A Jameson Blake x Reader Smut
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The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Jameson shoved you hard against it. The thud rattled the frame, your gasp swallowed instantly by his mouth crashing onto yours. His kiss was messy, teeth clashing, tongue ruthless—like he’d been starving and finally let himself eat.
“You drive me crazy,” he growled against your lips, one hand locking around your wrists and pinning them above your head with brutal ease. The other roamed lower, grabbing, squeezing, rough enough to leave you aching for more. “All night I’ve been watching you. Smiling. Teasing. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
His thigh pressed between your legs, grinding up until you couldn’t bite back a moan. That sound seemed to snap something in him. “That’s it. Pathetic. Falling apart already?” He dragged you harder against him, reckless, relentless.
You tried to protest, but he bit down on your neck, hard enough to make you cry out. He smirked darkly, licking the sting before sucking at your skin. “Don’t play innocent. Not with me.”
Your dress rode up as his hand slipped beneath it, fingers gripping your bare thigh so tight it burned. “You’re shaking,” he muttered, voice low and filthy. “So wet for me and I haven’t even started.”
His free hand tore at your clothes like he didn’t care if they ripped, the sound of fabric straining filling the air. When your bra strap snapped under his grip, his laugh was sharp and dangerous. “Mine now.”
He pinned you harder, chest to chest, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. “Say my name,” he demanded, grinding into you with reckless force.
“J–Jameson,” you gasped
“Louder.” His teeth grazed your jaw, hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you shiver.
“Jameson!”
“Good girl” His tone dripped arrogance and hunger. He let go of your wrists only to spin you around, bending you forward against the door. His hand spread across your lower back, pressing you down. “Stay. Don’t move unless I say so.”
You whined, aching, desperate, but he just chuckled darkly. “Patience. You wanted me rough? Reckless? Then take it!”
His mouth trailed fire down your spine, his hands greedy, claiming every inch. Every movement was fast, unrestrained—like he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t ruin you fast enough.
When he finally pushed into you, the stretch was overwhelming, sudden. You gasped, fingers clawing at the wood, and he groaned behind you—low, guttural, like he’d lost control completely.
“Fuck—so tight for me,” he hissed, grabbing your hips with bruising force. “You feel that? That’s me. Deep inside you. Right where I belong.”
His pace was ruthless, reckless, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room. You cried out, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs, his name spilling from your lips over and over.
“That’s it, scream for me!,” he snarled, pounding into you harder. “Let everyone hear who’s ruining you.”
You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—only feel him, rough and unrelenting, using your body like he owned it. Sweat dripped down your back, your legs shaking, but Jameson held you up, dragging you through it with pure force.
“Look at you,” he panted, pulling your head back by your hair so you met his wild eyes in the mirror on the wall. “Wrecked. Filthy. Mine.”
The sight of yourself—flushed, messy, falling apart under him—was almost too much. And when his hand slipped down between your thighs, rubbing hard, fast, ruthless, you shattered.
Your cries filled the room, body collapsing, but Jameson didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, relentless, his own moans rough and wrecked in your ear.
“Gonna come inside you,” he groaned, slamming into you with reckless abandon. “Fill you up, make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
And with one final thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning your name like it was the only word he knew.
When it was over, you were limp against the door, trembling, marked, ruined. Jameson’s hand slid possessively down your spine, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, breathless and smug
“Hope you’re ready. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
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