Warnings: Rough sex, choking, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested: Yes.

Jamie grabs your hand, placing it back in your lap. You look at him, his eyes focused on something outside, anything but you, but the way his jaw clenches, knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel tightly, tells you enough. "Please, don't touch me right now, y/n. I swear I'll fuck you right here, for everyone to see, and I really don't want to do that right now." Your eyes widen and flicker to the parking lot, there are more people here than you would have expected at this time. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, because you know he's speaking the truth. He'd fuck you right here, right now, if you push him. While you love the angry sex Jamie and you have after he lost a game, you know if you push him too far now, he will regret what he does to you in the morning.

You've never seen Jamie like this. Yes, you've seen him angry, lost and even broken, but never like this. He looks like he's fighting something right now, perhaps himself. Maybe it's because he feels like it's his fault that they lost the game tonight. He's wrong about that, it's always a team effort, a loss is on the whole team, not on just one player. But, you also know that Jamie will never listen to you, if he feels that it's his fault, he truly believes it. There's no changing his mind. But while there's no changing his mind that the loss is his fault, you can always try to make him focus on something else.

A few minutes away from home you try once again to start a conversation with Jamie, you really don't like the brooding look he has on his face tonight. "Are you sure you're okay?" you almost whisper to him, out of habit you put your hand once again on his arm, squeezing soft. You see his sharp intake of breath and then the familiar clench of his jaw. "I'm begging you, if you want to make it at least into the house before I fuck you, you need to keep your hands off me, baby." You take your hand off his arm and nod at his words. The sexual tension between you almost makes it hard to breath, the anticipation is killing you. You know as soon as you cross the threshold of your home, he will be on you. Like a hunter cornering his prey.

Jamie parks the car in front of the house, both of you getting out of the car instantly. You don't bother to wait for him to open your door, you know he won't, he's obviously feeling anything but chivalrous. Jamie is always pretty intimidating to see, but tonight his whole aura is something else. More dominant, perhaps. He's in a mood to fuck, not in a mood to be fucked with, that's for sure.

As soon as the door opens and closes behind you, he has you pinned against the wall beside it. One hand braced beside your head, the other one wrapped around your throat. His lips against your ear, grunting. "You're going to let me fuck that pretty pussy right here. Right here, against the wall, huh?" Eyes wide open, mouth agape you look at him. He presses his hips into you, making sure you feel how hard he exactly is for you. His grip around your throat tightens. "Answer me, y/n." You want to answer him, but the words won't come out of your mouth. You nod your head, but Jamie won't have that. "Words, I need words, baby." Finally your mind and mouth seem to be working together again. "Yes, yes, please." Jamie claims your lips with his, instantly pushing his tongue into your mouth. There is no battle for dominance, you both know who the dominant is here. Surprise, it isn't you.

The fact that you are wearing a skirt is awfully convenient right now. Jamie pushes one hand under your skirt and into you panties. You hear him grunt into the kiss when he finds you already dripping wet for him. Wasting no time he rips your panties of your body. You gasp, giving Jamie the opportunity to even further deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, he turns you around, roughly pushing you into the wall, your face against the brick wall. Skirt bunched up around your waist, ass on full display, you sure are a sight for sore eyes. Jamie wastes no more time, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants and slamming inside of you in one swift move. He gives you no time to get used to his wide girth. Instantly setting a furious pace, you can't do anything more than let him use you. You let him use your body as he pleases, you're making sure he takes his anger out on your body instead of beating himself up. Some would say that's pretty messed up, but you love angry sex with Jamie, so you see no problem with him using you like this. Even if this time seems different, he's rougher, more dominant than he would be normally. You trust him, you know that if you told him to stop, he would. There is no doubt in your mind about that.

One hand is gripping your hip so tight, you're sure it's going to bruise, you couldn't care less in this moment. His other hand is once again around your throat, he's not cutting of your air supply, but you're definitely getting light headed, probably thanks to the gruesome pace Jamie has set, burying himself deep inside of you with every thrust he makes. The only thing you hear is skin on skin smacking, Jamie grunting against your ear and your own heartbeat. You can't keep up with Jamie's pace, it's too much. When his hand slides from your hip to your clit, you think you absolutely won't survive this. Crazy, this is absolutely crazy. But what Jamie wants, Jamie gets. If he wants you to orgasm, you will orgasm. So with his hand around your throat, his cock buried deep inside you and his fingers pressing down on your clit, you orgasm so hard, you're almost afraid to pass out. Tears streaming down your face, totally overwhelmed by all the sensations Jamie makes you feel.

Jamie follows right behind you, you clamping down so hard on him, made sure he couldn't contain his own orgasm any longer. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n.." he moans out. Cock buried deep inside you, you feel him twitch inside you, coating you with his release. The both of you breathing so hard, unable to catch your breath. Jamie loosens his grip on your throat completely, resting his head on top of your shoulder. He slips out of you, you feel his release trickle down your legs. You still have a hard time controlling your emotions after the way Jamie fucked you.

It takes him a second to realise that you're crying. You feel Jamie freeze behind you, his entire demeanour changes in the blink of an eye. Slowly he turns you around, making sure that you're looking at him. "Fuck, did I hurt you, baby? I did, didn't I? Fuck, fuck," Jamie says quietly, he looks so guilty. "I should've not been so rough with you, I'm so sorry." He looks down, ashamed of himself, breaking eye contact with you. You grab the back of his head, making sure that once again your eyes are locked on each other, before you speak. "You didn't hurt me, Jamie, I promise. I would've told you if you did." He lets out deep breath of relieve before putting his forehead against yours. "Why are you crying then, baby?" Jamie says, while stroking your wet cheeks with his hands. You feel your cheeks heat up, you flicker your eyes around Jamie's face, before settling back on his eyes. "Because that was fucking intense, but in a good way. In a really good way."

You watch him intently as the corner of his mouth tilts up, revealing a small smirk. "You're just as crazy as I am, aren't you?" Shaking his head at you, with a big smile plastered on his face now, he pulls you into him, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you. You snake your own arms around his middle. You look up at him, studying his sudden change of mood. Jamie leans in to kiss you on your forehead. "I fucking love you, y/n." You can't help but smile at his words, it's not the first time he told you that, but it still means the world to you. You beam up at him, squeezing him with your arms. "I love you too, Jamie."

Taking your face once again in his big hands, he kisses you just as passionately as he had moments before. This time you really need to stop him, because there is no way you could go again, not after he fucked you like that. "Let's go to bed, big man." You take his hand, leading him towards the bedroom, when you hear him mutter something behind you. You turn around catching him looking at your ass, his eyes flicker back to yours, revealing a certain hunger. "To sleep, you insatiable man, there is no way we're going for round two. No way." Jamie snorts at your remark, which makes you chuckle in return. "Whatever you want, whatever you want, baby." You shake your head at him. This man. God, you love him, there is no denying that.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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