Author's note: Since my first smut before this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it and seeing that some of you liking it. Here's another one for you. Female reader x Jamie Campbell Bower. Smut warning. Shower sex. Fingering. P to v sex. Enemies to lovers. One shot. Being dominated. Kinda cute. Slow burn, I guess?
Renting an apartment alone in the city was nearly impossible with your finance issues and minimum wage salary. After a long search, you finally settled to sharing a space with another man in an apartment. You weren't one to share, especially with a strange man but you didn't have a choice. You stepped into your new place and saw him there. A blonde man, striking blue eyes and sharp jawlines. He greeted you with a British accent. His name was Jamie.
You had been living with him for months and most of the time, it had not been a pleasant experience. You were expecting to at least live with a friendly roommate. Cheerful at least. But, no. Jamie was always grumpy and always kept to himself. He won't even stare at you for more than five seconds before walking away.
Most of the times, he will be out for his shows or band practice. It was as if he couldn't stand being in the same room with you, which made you feel unwelcomed and rejected.
The times that you guys did spend talking was when you two were at each other's throats. You'd get mad at him for finding his stuff all over your space like his socks on the living room floor, his unwashed mugs on the kitchen counter and that stupid guitar right in the middle that you kept tripping over. He then will yell at you for taking too long in the bathroom, leaving your underwears in the dryer when he had to use it and having to see you asleep on the couch in the middle of the day.
Every day, there will be something new to be upset about, and every day, the argument would end with him walking out on you, as if he couldn't control what he was about to do if he stayed another second longer.
It could be worse, you thought as you convinced yourself to stay in the apartment. There was no other place you could go. You couldn't afford it.
You woke up one morning to find the apartment empty. You scanned all over the place just to make sure he wasn't home until you spotted his dirty dishes on the sink again and the full trash can that he didn't pick up before he left. Frustrated, you walked into the bathroom to relax before your blood pressure started to rise again.
You drew a nice bath, filled with a pink bath bomb and essential oils. You were just gonna put your airpods on, listen to some music and relax in the water.
Just be patient. It's gonna be okay. You told yourself as you closed your eyes, soaking in the warm water and music in your ears. Your lips curved into a smile and a sigh exhaled from your mouth.
While tranquility took over you in the bathtub, Jamie walked into the apartment, back from his long grueling late night show. When he noticed that the apartment was quiet and you were nowhere to be seen, he took off his tank top and threw it on the couch. He felt hot, tired and sweaty. He couldn't take any more second being in that state so he grabbed a towel from his room, slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the bathroom in just his low-rise jeans. He pushed the unlocked door open and stepped in.
His feet was frozen, as if someone just nailed his feet to the floor when he saw your figure in the bathtub. The image of your glistening curves under the water immediately seared into his mind and his eyes widen. He tried to move, speak... but his throat was so dry.
You shifted yourself and suddenly felt a presence in the bathroom. Coming out of your daze, you slowly fluttered your eyes open but immediately shot up as soon as you saw his figure standing in the middle of the bathroom, trying to say something. The sweat on his tattoo-covered body caught the light from the window. The light and shadow contoured his abs, sharp hip bones and his V-line that was so prominent through his low-rise jeans. Before he could speak, you started screaming and the heat rose to your cheeks.
You turned your back towards him to hide yourself and started yelling, "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Sorry- I thought you weren't home!! Why didn't you lock the door!?" Jamie started to explain himself finally. However you took it as him questioning your competence.
"Now it's my fault that I didn't lock the door!?" You yelled back, your hands were still covering yourself which was not truly working with how much you were exposed.
Jamie tried his best to keep his eye contact on your face without trailing to your body, but he was struggling. He was praying that it wasn't obvious to you while his mind wandered to dangerous places.
"I didn't say it was your fault, I just thought no one was here," he explained again, a tinge of frustration in his voice.
"Oh yeah, of course. Not like you've never walked into my space before anyways," you shot back, reaching for the towel finally and quickly wrapped it around yourself. It didn't matter that the towel was then soaking wet while you tried to drain the tub at the same time. You felt embarrassed and vulnerable at the sight of you being so exposed in front of him.
Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even in this situation, you still found a way to blame him.
"Gosh, you are impossible," he muttered at you in disbelief.
Your blood pressure shot right up at his remark. You glared at him fiercely. "I'm impossible? You have driven me up the wall the second I stepped foot in this apartment! You wanna talk impossible!? Let's talk about your dirty dishes. Your dirty socks... And- and that stupid guitar you carried around-"
"God, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He stepped forward and threw his towel on the floor. "I am so sick of you telling me what I can, and can't do at my own place."
He backed you up against the wall, his patience running thin. You had never seen him this angry. His eyes darted towards your chest that was rising and falling nervously. The line of your glistening cleavage made him lose his damn mind. You could feel his breath on you as he stepped closer.
"Okay... Well, I-I was just saying-" your voice shaking, almost pleading.
"I said shut up," his voice stern and low.
You saw his glaring eyes raking your figure down in the soaking wet towel you were holding that was sticking down to all the right curves. Showing him more than what it was meant to hide. You felt your chest hammering at the sight of him locking his gaze on your body. Then his eyes went back up, darkening at your gaze.
"I'm so sick of you... Every single day I have to fight myself not to throttle you..." he whispered in a husky tone, his hand resting on the wall right on the side of your face.
"I'm so sick of staying at home, having to see you walking around in that tight tank top, that skimpy shorts, parading around that sweet curvy flesh right to my face..."
His other hand then gripping your hip tight, pulling you close. You yelped in surprise but he didn't care.
"...and those damn underwears in the dryer. God, you were really testing me weren't you? You wanted me to go crazy, didn't you?"
His other hand then slid onto your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You whimpered, hoping to beg for mercy. He smirked at the sound of you and lowered his face until his lips brushed right against your ear to whisper,
"And when you slept on the couch, all sprawled out like that every single time... God, it's like you wanted me to take you right then and there."
His words shot right to your heating core. Your legs were about to give out but he held you upright, making sure you felt every contour of his body through that thin towel that was separating you and him. His hand rested on your ass, rubbing the perky shape and riding your towel up and up... You could almost feel his fingers brushing against your cheeks.
"Jamie, I'm sorry- Please I won't do it again," you whimpered.
"So now you're begging? After everything you've done, you want me to go easy on you?" Jamie pushed you against the wall. His one arm slid under your towel, right on your inner thigh and the other tangled in your hair. He tugged on your wet hair until your head was tilted enough to expose your neck for him. His lips curved into a smirk. Oh how beautiful you looked at his mercy. He leaned down to press hot wet kisses on your skin.
You sighed, the tantalizing feeling of his suckling and biting gave both a hissing pain and pleasure to you at the same time. Each bite was soothed down with his swirling tongue on the marks that he left.
He started grinding his hips on you, showing his evident desire that was building up. He wanted you to know how hard he was. What you had done to him all along.
"God my name sounds so good from your mouth when you're not complaining," he groaned as he rocked himself against you. You arched your hips begging for more stimulation through the towel.
You whimpered in his ear, the sounds driving him crazier. He started shuddering and grunting.
"You know how many times I've hold myself back? The way you stood there just begging to be touched by me?" He let his frustrations out, rolling his hips against you.
Just when you were getting into it, he pulled himself away. You whimpered at the loss of his touch and whined for more. He gripped your wrist and pulled your arm close.
"I came here to shower and that's what I'm gonna do," his eyes darkened further and pulled you towards the shower, "...and you're coming with me."
He yanked your wrist, making you stumble forward but quickly followed him to the shower. You've never seen him this angry but you weren't gonna stop him. Not when you're completely aroused at his demands.
Without a moment to think, he backed you against the shower wall, trapping you against him. His eyes were once again raking on your body. His hands started cupping over your chest right above the towel, his thumbs massaging the top of your cleavage.
"Are you seriously still going to hold onto that soaking wet towel?" His voice teasing and husky. He pushed your legs apart with his knee and you feel the fabric of his jeans on your inner thighs, rubbing so close to your core. He pushed the slit of your towel open with his hand, then slowly rubbed his thigh on your aching core and sensitive bud. Your hands clenched onto his shoulders to hold yourself up while you moaned. Your hips rocking onto the fabric of his jeans for more delicious friction. He smirked at the sight of you flushing and your mouth hanging open.
"That's right, let me hear you. You're turning me on so good with those sounds," his thigh rubbing steadily on your heat. He continued to encourage you, whispering how you were being a good girl for him.
The sound of his voice, the way he rubbed himself on you. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed more. So much more.
"I want you. Now," you said and started undoing his belt.
He grunted at the feel of your hands on his lower hips, undressing him already.
"You're gonna be the death of me," his eyes fluttered shut at the feel of you pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. He kicked it away while his hard cock sprung free for you. You couldn't wait any longer and you went to reach for the feel of him in your hand but he caught your wrist up again.
"I'm not done with you," he demanded and then pulled your towel down revealing your naked body for him. You gasped at the feel of your exposed body, your face flushing at the vulnerability. Your arms instinctively wrapped around you, almost like you were hiding yourself.
He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
"No, don't," he pulled your arms away and held them in his hands, "You're beautiful."
Something shifted on your gaze and softened as you looked up at him. He felt it and smiled at you, taking your arms up and letting you wrap around his shoulders.
He pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, and reached for the shower knob to turn it on. His hands slid down to your breasts, feeling your fullness in his hands while the water trickles down your body. The friction in the slippery water drove him crazier by the second. His tongue started tasting your mouth, the sweetness he craved for so long. The lips that he fantasized so many times during your daily fights. That sweet luscious pout mixed with the venom of your words that distracted him many times while you were angry. The many times he wanted to shut that pretty little mouth. The sounds of his low groans mixed with your desperate moans were muffled while your tongues met and tasting each other. He parted his lips away from you and moved down to your chest.
You tilted your head back, the feel of his mouth and the water running on your chest sent shivers down your back. He took a mouthful of your breast, sucking on the hard bud and circling it with his tongue while his hand kneading the other one. He heard the sounds escaping your lips, wanting to hear more and he flicked your nipple faster and faster with his tongue. Your hands tugged on his hair as it jolted the tension right to your lower gut.
He moved his mouth to your other breast and started doing the same thing. The wetness of his tongue sent pleasure through your hardened nipple. His hand then started sliding up your thigh, reaching for your core. He could feel the warm wetness on his fingers, a stark contrast to the cold shower.
He pulled himself back up and started kissing your neck, and whispering to your ear again.
"You're so ready for me aren't you? I can’t believe how wet you are already" He shuddered in your ear and pushing your folds open with his fingers. His touch on your already sensitive core made you shiver. Your hips arched towards his touches begging for more.
"Jamie... Please i want you..." You begged him.
He smiled at your pleading and he slid a finger in, his movement slow and deliberate.
"Oh so warm, darling... I can't wait to be inside you," he teased. He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of you in a steady pace. You could feel the high coming and you reached for your clit, rubbing and circling it, pushing yourself further to the edge. He looked down and smirked at the way you touched yourself. "Mmm, that's it baby... You're doing so good," he encouraged you while he moved his finger within you. He took a moment to take in the sight of you crumbling down under his touch and then slid a second finger in. He could immediately feel you getting close. Your cunt started clenching around his fingers with his motions. This was it. He took the signal and swirl his fingers in a circular motion inside, making your head thrown back. He smirked and knew exactly what was coming. He curled his fingers up and hit the spot, picking up the pace to send you over the edge.
"Jamie, fuck- I'm gonna cum-" you whimpered, shaking against his fingers.
"Y-yeah god yes. Cum for me, baby. I've got you. Let me see you," he whispered huskily in your ear.
With his command, you released with a loud moan and shook against him. He slowly rubbed you out, calming you down from your high.
"You did so good... You looked so hot coming undone in my arms," he whispered to your ear and slowly pulling out his fingers.
You leaned on his chest as he held onto you, supporting yourself up. He could feel your heart rate slowing on him while the water still running down on both of you.
Your hand lowered down to his hips, rubbing them in circles and then finally resting on his bare ass. You felt the tightness of his curve, then pulling him close to your core. He gave a strangled moan when he felt his length hardening and rubbing you.
"I need you... All of you," you sighed in his chest while rubbing yourself against him. His breath started hitching, his moans filling up the small shower space.
"You're killing me," he choked on his words, gripping onto your hips, rocking them with you too.
You moaned in pleasure, pulling him close to you by his ass. His hands holding himself up by the wall.
"Fuck, that feels good..." He shut his eyes at the feeling of you.
"Jamie... Fuck me," you begged him. You reached for his cock, gently stroking it and guiding him to your opening.
A low guttural moan escaped him when he felt your stroking, his hips bucking out to feel more of you.
"Oh- oh god," he moaned. "Say that again. One more time."
"Fuck me, Jamie," you pleaded, whimpering.
His sense of control left his body and slammed you onto the wall. He scooped you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you up against the wall. His gaze darkened, full of lust.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna have my way with you now," he growled. He positioned himself in between your legs and finally, very slowly, pushed all of himself in.
"Oh g-god, you feel so good," he moaned against you. You tilted your head back, your arms holding yourself up by his shoulders.
He lost all sense of control, he pushed further into you. Your walls wrapping around him perfectly.
"Oh... Ohhhh baby. Fuck..." His moans strangled in between his thrusts.
"Oh Jamie, fuck me... fuck me good," you moaned.
"Shit, baby that sounds so good say it again," he thrusted deeper.
"Fuck me real good Jamie ... Yes, yes-" you moaned, over and over again.
"Shit, my name sounds so good like that-" he started pounding you harder and harder against the wall. "I've imagined doing this to you so many times. You breathless like this... Being pounded by my cock like this... Your moans in my ear... Fuck I'm gonna make you come so hard."
"Jamie, don't say stuff like that-" his words almost brought you to your second orgasm. You couldn't hold it back.
"Why? You can't hold it anymore, hmm? You can't handle me talking dirty to you? How I imagined fucking you on the couch? On the kitchen counter? Raw and hard on that damn carpet?"
He pounded on your pussy hard and hitting your spot over and over.
"How I checked you out while you bent down, your ass in all its glory in that shorts... And that thin tank tops you wear-fuck… barely covering anything around the house... God you make me so hard all the time," he added. His frustrations flowed out like a freight train, all controls slipped from his fingers.
"Jamie... I can't take it anymore," you were begging for release.
"You're close, aren't you?" he pounded you against the wall hard. "Cum for me, baby. I want you to scream my name. Just for me."
You moaned hard and started clenching around him. "Jamie! Jamie, fuck-" You reached your orgasm and released hard.
The warmth of your release sent shockwave to Jamie, his eyes rolling back and found his release with you. Both of you held onto each other with ragged breath, shaking through the intense high. He buried his face in your neck while you laid your chin on top of his head. He wanted to still hold you up, relishing the feeling of your closeness through his shaky legs, not pulling out of you yet.
When he finally came down from the euphoric feeling, he slowly lifted his face up to face you. Gazing into your eyes in a new adoring way. One that you haven't seen before.
"You okay?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
Your heart soften at his gentleness and you nodded. He slowly pulled out of you and placed you down carefully. The water still running down on both of you while standing there in each other's arms. He reached for the shower knob and turned it off.
You were shaking both from the orgasm and the cold and he quickly tried to reach for a towel to dry you up. Little did he realize, the aftermath of what you and him had done were all over the place. Both your towel soaking wet on the floor, along with his jeans and boxers. The shampoo bottles scattered on your feet and water splashed everywhere. He chuckled and looked back at you.
"Well, I guess I've made a mess again," he blushed at the condition of the bathroom.
This time, you laughed. There was no more anger within you.
"It's okay," you simply said.