it'll fit / jamie campbell bower
okay i changed some things around but i really hope this is what the person who requested this will like!! i loved this one sm and i could just imagine him doing all of this.
my other requests will take a few days but i promise most of them will be done by the end of this week!!
thank you for all the support ily guys !!
“i want to touch you, (name)”, was the sentence that started it all, and that interrupted your concentration on the film in front of you.
your eyes strayed from the screen as soon as jamie whispered in your ear, understanding why his hands had been so restless for the last few minutes. you thought he was just being more touchy than usual because of the cold, but you understood that his fingers were moving with other intentions. you turn your neck to look at him behind you, confused. the brightness of the tv hits jamie’s face just enough to notice that there was no hint of playing on his features, and that he was expressing himself honestly. you felt your gut clench.
“touch me?” you asked in a whisper just as soft, but terribly more innocent than him.
he nodded, confirming that you heard correctly. his eyes dropped to your lips and have stayed there ever since. you got stuck in your thoughts, but not because you didn’t understand what he meant. you didn’t have to be the dirtiest person to catch the hint and realize that your boyfriend didn’t mean to literally laying his hand on you. hearing that he has been thinking about you in a sexual way as you suspected scared you a bit, however, it’s been days since you knew that the time for something to happen between the two of you was near. the tension and physical approach that you have been having on every little occasion has made it very clear what it was that the bodies of both were claiming for.
you’ve never been as vocal as jamie just did, but you’re pretty sure he knows how much you want him. you know that he realizes the way you look at him, the way your eyes rest on his torso when he’s shirtless, the way your fingers slide down his arms when he hugs you around the waist, the such a unique way you look at his lips after kissing them, how silly you look when he has you pinned against something and steals your breath away. you know that jamie knows.
he also knows that he is your first boyfriend and that it’s not so easy for you to take the first step, nor take the opportunity when the moment leads to intimacy. you feel like a dumb inexperienced kid whenever you’re in the act, and the fact that your first boyfriend is a way older than you doesn’t help at all. you get it, but still you feel that in that time he experienced everything that you didn’t! well, little do you know, jamie is also terrified. having had sexual experiences with other girls doesn’t give him credit in the romantic part, and that is what puts him in your same position without you knowing it. he’s aware that at any moment he will sleep with the first girl he genuinely loves, and at the same time, he will be her first time. how can you expect him not to feel totally inexperienced?
your eyes now do the same as his, lowering to his lips. those plump, tempting lips of his that have made you feel so loved, and so desired. you want to crash yours into them and let everything get out of control, but you can’t. you are not so brave.
“you can say no” jamie’s voice snaps you out of your trance.
you raise your gaze to meet his again, realizing you haven’t given him a firm answer. how are you supposed to take that kind of proposal? jamie’s hand slides down from your hip to your thigh, maintaining eye contact. he sees the difficulty you are having in formulating an answer, so he insists to know what he should do.
“is it still too early to want to do it?” he asks, stroking your leg with his thumb.
you shake your head this time, knowing the answer is no. no, it’s not too early in the relationship anymore to want to be intimate. it’s something that both want, and that both deserve at this point after having refrained for so long.
“i want you to” you whisper. “i just don’t know what i want you to do.”
he smiles faintly, as if he’s fond of your uncertainty. his thumb keeps moving, making sure you know there’s no rush. “that’s fine darling,” he nods softly. “you have to learn about what you like.” you melt at the name.
his words make you shy, the thought of finding your sexual preferences is something that you still saw very far away. jamie can tell even in the dark that your gaze turns fearful, and he reaches his other hand into your hair to move it behind your ear. you turn your back slightly so you are facing his direction, resting your hands on his leg.
“i really don’t know anything about it” you confess your concern, almost using it as a warning. your voice becomes smaller, nearly a babble. “i practically don’t know how my body reacts to other people.”
jamie understands, and feels really grateful that you can share it with him even though you look embarrassed. he takes his hand to your chin, pulling your face those inches your lips lack to reach his. he presses a small kiss, trying to lessen your worry. he lets you open your eyes and see his staring at you in absolute adoration. “do you want me to help you learn?” he asks, and it somehow makes your chest tighten.
not to lower the bar to the minimum, but the fact that he asks you about every little thing makes him more attractive. knowing that he cares about getting your consent at every step makes you want to continue more than if he just did what he wanted and waited for you to put a brake on him. damn it, of course you want it to be him. you drag your lower lip, biting it, and nodding your head. “i do.”
jamie smiles, mimicking your nodding. he’s satisfied with just moving forward, no matter how far he gets tonight. he rests his hand right where it was, sliding it up your leg. you relax into his hold, pressing your back to his chest again. you feel the thrill climb up your stomach from the moment he trails his hand inside your inner thigh until you feel his lips press down your ear. you have no idea what he’s going to do, but you’re willing to find out as soon as possible.
“we can go slowly” he reminds you, squeezing your thigh into his large hand. “do you want me to go slowly?”
you nod, emitting a small affirmative buzz. “please” you beg, and he answers it with another kiss on your neck.
his lips crawl over your skin little by little, forcing you to tilt your head to the side as you feel that familiar tickle. there are a lot of little things you’ve agreed to before any sexual act, and one of them is the feel of jamie's warm, wet mouth on your neck. the combination of his lips sucking, his teeth nibbling, and his tongue smoothing it all out will never fail to make you see fireworks. a small whine escapes your mouth as jamie sucks on that weak spot near your collarbone, and you can feel the corners of his lips turn up in a smile.
“you like that, don’t you?” he asks provocatively, referring to what you said a few moments ago. “i think you know that very well.”
jamie abuses that spot, making your hand fly directly on top of his. of course you like it, you wouldn’t have walked around with huge hickeys in your neck if it wasn’t so. you breath out, heavily, feeling your panties stick to your heat.
his free hand crawls up your abdomen, embracing you tightly around the waist. there’s a subtle size difference between your figure and his, but the fact that he can hold you whole with just his arm makes you feel tiny.
you lean your head back, letting it fall on his shoulder. he kisses your own shoulder, smiling in your ear as he realizes what’s happening. he slips his hand under the oversized shirt you’re wearing that falls just above your thighs, feeling how your skin is just as warm as his. his fingers crawl to your chest, luckily for him, which is covered with just a bra. he brings his hand to one of your breasts, gently kneading the flesh over the fabric. your nipples harden quickly, and he focuses the movement of his fingers around them. you whine again, unable to hide that it actually feels good. you tend to have your hand on your chest like any girl, but this feels better.
jamie studies your reaction and the way your body squirms, using the subtle arch of your back to slide his hand around your waist to your lower abdomen. it’s the first time someone else has had their hand so close to your pants, and it makes you so nervous but it doesn’t take away the will to know what’s next. jamie plays with the band of your pants, testing where he should continue. “is this okay, darling?”
you swallow, realizing that the real action begins with your response. yes, it’s perfect. you do want him to put his hand in your shorts. you nod your head, sputtering a little “it’s okay.”
jamie chooses to trust that at the first sign of discomfort you’ll stop him, and he slowly slips his hand into your shorts. he takes his time, slipping two of his fingers into your slit. he can easily tell that you’re not exactly wet, so it doesn’t take long for him to gently part your folds and focus his touch on your clit. that definitely makes a difference that your body won’t forgive you for, making you buck your hips into his hand.
you gasp, feeling flushed. jamie’s fingers move slowly but they do it in the right direction and place. you close your eyes, concentrating on the sensation and how the pleasure grows little by little. he realizes that he is doing well, taking a solid rhythm with his circular movements. you open your legs wider, giving him all the space he needs. jamie notices that you’re having a hard time sitting still, and he knows that it’s actually a good sign.
“does it feel good when i touch you with my hands?” he asks. you nod, biting your lip to suppress the sounds that threaten to escape past your mouth. jamie is paying attention to your every move, and he doesn’t let it go unnoticed. “i want to hear you. don’t keep those beautiful moans from me.”
you’re so used to find it embarrassing, but you try to allow yourself to be vocal. you have to admit that the mere fact that it’s him who has his hands on you erupts many more sensations than those few times that it was your own fingers that were there. jamie seems to hear your thoughts, and he questions it.
“have you tried doing it yourself before?” he wonders, leaning to your ear. his deep, lustful voice gives you goosebumps, and so does his nibbling on your earlobe. “tell me, have you ever thought of me doing this?”
your response is chocked out in a moan as he slides his fingers down to your entrance, pressing into your hole with his fingertips. jamie knows what he’s doing, and he knows that his voice is the reason he finally feels your arousal. you contract your empty walls, seeming to draw his fingers inside you. “y—yes i have” you admit, finally forming a coherent sentence.
he gets extremely hard at the thought of you touching yourself as you think of him, as you fantasize about everything he can and definitely will do to you. you can’t pay much attention to his throbbing cock underneath you, your head gets caught in how close his fingers are to entering you. but jamie is not stupid, he knows that your natural lubrication won’t be enough, and that’s why he suddenly retracts his hand.
you open your eyes, confused and almost desperate at feeling that everything vanished. jamie doesn’t take more than a second to tug at the fabric of your shorts, discarding them right after. his hand moves up to your jaw, taking a hold of it to press two of his fingers to your bottom lip. you raise your head, looking at him innocently.
“it’s okay sweetheart, just lick them” he indicates, and you part your lips to do just as he ordered.
you let his fingers slide inside your mouth, unsure, but trusting that is fine as he said. jamie admires the way you take his digits like a lollipop, letting his imagination run wild. he bites his own lip, being the one to suppress any sound that might give away that he’s thinking about your mouth around him. unlike what he expected, you wrap your hand around his wrist, taking his fingers now coated in your saliva out of your mouth. you’re determined to do this, so you bring his hand back to your core on your own. jamie smirks as you guide his fingers to your entrance. he brings his free hand back around your waist, holding you in place.
“you are extremely hot, you know that?” he asks, circling your hole with his middle finger. “letting me play with you like this,” he growls, pressing his nose against your temple as he slowly buries his fingers into you. “you’re such a good girl for me.”
you feel the warmth of the little stretch, and you realize that his hand is already working inside you. his fingers slide deeper and deeper, and you wonder how far they can go. “j-jamie—” you babble, throwing your head back.
“i know, baby, i know,” he retracts his fingers, pushing them back into you in a slow and fluid way. he is so gentle, so careful with the brush of his digits inside you. you breathe heavily, uncontrollably contracting your walls. there is something intrusive and new, and you don’t know how to receive it. “just relax, darling” he suggests, feeling how tight you got. “i promise it’ll feel good.”
you try to focus on the muscles and somehow manage to tell your body to stop forcing them to reject jamie’s hand. he feels the difference and moves them smoothly, effectively, giving you a more pleasurable sensation as he picks up the pace. his fingers curve at just the right point, eliciting audible moans from you that jamie enjoys more than he cares to admit. there is something so sensual, something that electrifies his nerves when he hears you react to his stimulation. he wants to make you feel good, and when he achieves it, it makes his cock twitch in his pants. lord, he wants to give you everything and have everything from you as well.
“t—there” you mutter as you feel chan reaches a spot that sends ripples to your lower stomach.
his muscle memory makes him curl his fingers back right where he just did, ripping another choked whine from you. “does it feel good in there baby?” he asks, picking up his pace now that he’s gotten you to relax enough not to be so delicate.
you nod frantically, feeling the wave grow bigger and bigger. “feels a—amazing—fuck!”
you lower your head reflexively, taking in the sinful image of jamie’s long fingers slipping in and out of you. it makes you clench around them again, intensifying the heat building in your core. “fuck, don’t stop” you groan.
your cursing in a raspy voice makes him lose his mind. he goes a little faster, and your thighs tense a little more. your hand grabs his arm around you, feeling like you need to squeeze onto something. jamie appreciates you digging your nails into his skin as his head can focus on that instead of the overwhelming pressure your hips apply to his length. he growls behind you, bringing his hand to your neck so he can hold your chin. he lifts your head for you to look at him, making eye contact with you.
you feel so vulnerable but so safe at the same time. you are no longer embarrassed, you are totally in need of that release in charge of his hands. jamie smiles, mischievously, loving the way your eyes can’t stay fully open at the feel of your high being so close. he pumps his fingers determinedly, holding your jaw so you don’t take your eyes off him for a second. “talk to me, tell me what you feel.”
you don’t know how, but you find the right words between the fight of your tongue and your brain. “i feel close” you squeeze his arm. “so close.”
your heart races too fast, your juices start to leak from your hole. jamie lowers his gaze to your lips, pressing a short kiss to them to encourage you. “let it go then, don’t fight against it,” he whispers, pressing his thumb to your clit to help you find the peak of your orgasm. you buck your hips, all your senses heightened to the max.
you arch your back, feeling his hand become too much as you go through the hot blast in your core. he slows his pace with your squirming, helping ride out your high as your walls spasm uncontrollably around his fingers. the only thing that comes out of your mouth are incoherent whines, and he loves them. jamie releases your grip on your jaw, letting you throw your head over his shoulder. the strength of your hand on his arm fades, and he accompanies the regulation of your breathing with his lips on your exposed neck. “oh god” he drawls his words, directing his kisses to your ear. “you were so good darling,”.
both of jamie's hands now go up your frame, embracing you to feel as close to him as possible. you turn your head in his direction, opening your eyes. you feel intoxicated in him, but you want even more. you bring your hand to his face, pulling him to you so you can take his lips in a kiss. jamie reciprocates instantly, immersing in the taste of your tongue. you kiss him with enough euphoria for him to interpret it as your way of thanking him for taking care of you.
he has a hunch that this could work out very well, and he doesn’t waste a second in following you with the flow. you get up from the position you are in, turning your body so you can face him. jamie takes a hold of your thigh and makes you straddle him, eliciting a small squeal from you as your sensitive core brushes against his crotch. he could have smiled, but instead, he keeps a straight face as he places both of his hands on your hips. it only takes him one drag to get a moan out of your mouth. he nibbles lightly on your lower lip as you break the kiss, forcing you to press your forehead against his. you have never, ever rode something or used your imagination so creatively to satisfy yourself that way. the feel of the denim rubbing directly against your abused clit is making you see stars, and thinking that it can be even better by having jamie inside you creates a waterfall between your legs. fuck, he just made you deliciously cum seconds ago and you’re already desperate for more.
you quickly analyze the situation and think, what better time than now to try having sex? you are with the person you trust the most, who is giving you your time for everything, and you are ridiculously lubricated. all those factors must influence on the pain and awkwardness, right?
you look up without moving your forehead from jamie’s, staring deep into his eyes. he mimics your actions, waiting for you to vocalize what is going through your head. you arm yourself with courage, and sigh. “should we go further?”
there is absolutely nothing that jamie wants more right now. his whole body tingles with emotion at the thought that he has made you feel good and that he encouraged you to want to have sex with him. he’s dying to know what that tightness, that clenching and warmth of your walls feels like around him, but he also needs to make sure that you have no doubts.
he licks his lips, caressing your sides. “it's all up to you ,” he reminds you. “just tell me what you want to do.”
“i want to feel you” you confess, bluntly. “i want to know how it feels to have you inside me, jamie.”
your words have him throbbing so hard he doesn’t even know how he’s keeping control. he gasps, dejected, hitting your lips with his hot breath. he nods, understanding. “do you want to try it yourself?” he suggests, taking advantage of the position you’re in. “i think it will be more comfortable for you to know how fast you want to go.”
you find his suggestion quite consistent, and you too nod in agreement. you can’t hide how nervous your feel, your face reveals that you are totally ignorant about it. jamie presses a kiss to your lips before taking one of your hands, guiding it down to his lower abdomen. your fingers snag on the waistband of his pants, and he pulls your wrist down a bit so you can cup his hardened length.
you feel the heat rise to your cheeks furiously, complementing the color of your swollen lips. you feel how turned on he is, but you also feel that his size is considerably bigger than you thought. he reaches his other hand toward the button, nimbly prying it free with just two of his fingers.
“you can touch me too,” he assures, trying to encourage you to do whatever you want to balance the whole situation. you feel a shiver run up your spine at his words, cooperating with the opening of his pants. you gently tug on the band of his boxers, freeing his cock from the suffocation it suffered all this time. just looking at it makes you wonder how you’re going to put it all inside you, and jamie notices the concern on your features. “you think it’s too much?”
you look up into his eyes, not knowing what to say. “i don’t know” you’re honest. “i don’t know how much i’m capable of taking. and.... i dont know if it'll fit”
jamie smiles, staying calm so you don’t freak out. he doesn’t judge your concern, he will never know what it feels like to test how much you can take. he brings your hand to his cock, allowing you to touch it. it actually surprises you that it has so many veins, and that you consider it pretty. he moves his hand on top of yours, guiding it so that you can gently pump him and know by touch what you are about to put inside you. “take it easy, okay? it'll fit."
you nod, feeling like you’re only getting wetter with each passing second. you move your hand on your own, drawing a small hiss from jamie’s mouth. the action is minimal but it still gives him pleasure, he’s as sensitive as you are. you realize that you can make him feel good this way, and you think maybe you shouldn’t go straight to the penetration. you look at him with curious eyes, intrigued, wondering what you should do. “do you want me to continue?” you ask, sensing that your boyfriend is only focusing on your pleasure.
jamie would certainly love it, but he doesn’t want you to shoulder that responsibility in your first time. he shakes his head immediately, holding your face in his hands. “we’ll have plenty of time for that, my love,” he assures you. “i don’t need you to.”
you sigh briefly, giving him one last nod. okay, there will definitely be more opportunities after this one. you don’t let go of his length, though, you use the grip you have to bring your thumb to his slit. you circle his head a couple of times, hearing his heavy sighs that help you understand what he likes from now on. you drag your hips a little closer, adapting a better position so you can really be on top of his cock. you grab it from the base, and slide his head through your folds to familiarize with the new contact.
you can’t believe how mesmerizing it is to just go up and down, of course, until you reach your entrance. you press jamie's head over your hole, knowing that you are the only one in control. you take a breath, and trust how good everything has felt up to this point. jamie watches your movements, keeping his eyes fixed on the union between the two of you and the dazzling way your pussy starts to swallow him.
it’s fascinating to see himself disappear inside you, and for you, it's magical as you expected. the burning is much more intense than you thought it would be, the stretch is abysmal compared to his slender fingers, but it was still perfect. jamie furrows his brow, taking in how tight and warm you feel around him. fuck, you sink deeper and deeper and make him hold his breath until you hit bottom. he lets out a harsh sigh when you do, tilting his head to the side, unable to form a single word. you can’t either.
"you wanna cum don't you darling?" jamie's eyes look at you, your shaking body under him, watching you whimper and mutter a string of continuous 'yes, oh god please' over and over for the past fifteen minutes now. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything else at this point. you were too overwhelmed with pleasure by now, and he had stopped what he was doing. just teasing you, with his words and his voice.
"use your words, if you want to cum, you're going to have to let me know, yeah?" jamie smiles, not forgetting to massage your sore body, his large hands slipping under your back, his thumbs rubbing circles to your waist. your legs were wrapped around him, and he would occasionally lift your leg halfway, just to kiss your knee.
"cmon, i just need you to tell me. i can't read your mind and know what you want. i want you to use your words, pretty," jamie sighs, running his hands all over your body, then reaching to massage your breasts, pinching your perky nipples once in a while.
your nails dig into the sheets of your large bed just as jamie's fingers gently brush over your soaking wet core, and you whimper. his fingers collect your cum, spreading it, and you arch your back. "how about we do this, darling. I'll let you cum this once, and the next time on, we're going to be working on voicing out what you want me to do," he licks his bottom lip, pushing a finger in, earning a mewl from you. your hips move voluntarily to his hand movements, and he stops what he is doing.
he watches you as you fuck yourself on his cock, whining and moaning every time his cock hit a certain spot. he lets out a low chuckle, his free hand holding on to your waist, and his thumb reaches to rub your clit.
" see? it does fit. fits perfectly."
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