ꫂ᭪݁ YOU MADE ME SUFFER! — JAMES ꫂ᭪݁
⋆˚࿔🫧 james!best friend x fem!reader — (james!best friend to lovers, oneshot, angst, miscommunication, tension, kisses, intimate closeness, mature content–a bit–at the end)
⋆˚࿔🫧 notes : adding one more james fic ; trying something new and special, kinda not pure but still with attachment and deep love. never tried to write smth like this but still hope you would like it
it had been a few days since you last saw james and you couldn’t stop wondering where he was. it felt like he was avoiding you whenever he had the chance. and it didn’t matter that you trained at the same dance studio. he would still find ways not to run into you.
you truly wanted to understand why he was acting this way. it hurt more than you wanted to admit.
he wasn’t like this before. he always found time to visit your practice—bringing snacks or a bottle of water—just to brighten your day.
sometimes he would skip his own rehearsal just to walk you home, knowing that your practice ended earlier than his.
james always loved teasing you and followed you like a shadow you could never get rid of. you never wanted him to go. you were always happy to see him around.
you cherished his meaningless stories, the jokes he saved only for you, and his eagerness to share studio news or his plans for the evening.
exactly. he never talked about anything serious around you. everything was always too light.
you couldn’t even tell whether something bad had happened to him or if you shouldn’t worry way too much.
you couldn’t keep it inside. you called him again and again, hoping he would pick up. you sent him messages, hoping he would at least read them.
but everything stayed the same.
it had already been a week.
james seemed to read your messages sometimes, but he didn’t want to answer.
you felt completely unlike yourself.
a ten-year friendship was fading, and even if it was your fault…..you wished you could fix it. there was no way to find out anything from him. he was avoiding you.
another day had passed. rain fell heavily. even without it, the path ahead would have seemed blurred. tears streamed down your face feeling a hollow ache in your soul.
you didn’t feel like going to practice today. you no longer cared about the lesson. instead, your legs carried you to the small, familliar cozy spot where you used to meet most often — the old tree, where you had carved your initials together when you were kids.
you sat by the tree, waiting for something, you didn’t even understand what. were you expecting him to show up? maybe. but your dreams had already been destroyed the moment he left you alone.
you didn’t have the energy to watch the people walking past. you curled over, hands resting on your knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
lost in your own thoughts, it felt as if you had been sitting there for hours.
you felt someone coming closer and looked down at the shoes, the ones belonging to the person you most wanted to see in that moment.
you kept your head down, staring. tears welled up again, ready to stream down in a new wave.
"y/n, your clothes are completely soaked. you’ll get sick if you stay like this. get up."
that voice..… you would recognize it among a thousand others.
you stayed silent, even wondering if you were imagining his presence and no one was actually there.
james took you in his arms, and wrapped in his warmth, you held onto him as tightly as you could.
he didn’t let you fall and carried you through the pouring rain to his home. you were both drenched, your clothes clinging to you.
you didn’t allow yourself to think about anything else but finding out from him everything that had been making you feel empty. but your tiredness took over and you fell asleep as soon as he laid you on his bed, saying… "i’m sorry, y/n. i’m a terrible person for treating you this way."
"i thought i would ruin you even more if i stayed by your side any longer."
when you woke up, you felt the warmth of the hand wrapped around your waist. slowly coming back to reality, you glanced around.
you were lying in james’ bed, with him holding you by the waist, pulling you as close as he could when he realized you were awake.
he didn’t want you to leave just like that.
your clothes had been changed into his clean ones, your hair was dry after the rain, and even the way you felt was different.
he was very gentle and the warmth was pouring from him, your heart raced just from seeing his face so close. the fact that he didn’t let you go all night and stayed by your side meant a lot, but you couldn’t help feeling hurt by his absence and wanted to know why he had done it.
he leaned in, kissed your forehead, careful not to startle you—yet brave enough to take that step—looking straight into your eyes.
you knew he had feelings for you for a long time but you weren’t prepared for the intensity of falling so hard for him.
"you made me suffer, james."
james got nervous and had so much he wanted to say but held himself back not wanting to make your pain much worse. "i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t know how to handle my feelings and thought that distance would help me forget them."
a tear slid down your cheek while you stared straight into his soul, causing him to panic and gently wipe it away with his fingertip.
"you fool….i love you. can’t you see how much your absence pains me?"
james couldn’t stop blaming himself all this time and pulled you into his arms as tightly as he could. he wanted—at least this way—to comfort you a little and make it easier for you.
"i was afraid you would reject me. with this thoughts i wanted to run away so that you wouldn’t hate me because of my feelings for you."
james pressing his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, each one burning like fire on your skin after all the time you had longed for him : for the touch you had missed; the kisses you had dreamed of; and this moment that meant so much to both of you.
"james, i don’t mind if you break me, as long as you hold my hand."
he slid his hand under your shirt, caressing your back, sending shivers down your spine and making your body arch at his gentle touch.
he couldn’t deny that being near you made him feel like a monster. his desire for you so overwhelming that he mentally punished himself in his mind each time you came to his thoughts.
"are you sure you can handle me….. do you really want this?"
his breathing was ragged, as if he was running from something that would catch him. this moment. you. and his true feelings.
"i’ve always wanted this. always wanted to be with you, james."
your answer seemed to unleash even more kisses, each speaking of desire and passion. every sigh, every touch offered new possibilities between you.
his hands landed on your hips, exploring every curve of your body, his eyes locked on yours with intensity.
james lifted you effortlessly with his strong veined hands, with your legs curling around his tense body, and pressed you against the wall, kissing you wetly and passionately, as if it were the only chance he would ever have to taste you.
you couldn’t help but whisper his name each time he led you to the edge of pleasure.
after everything that had happened that day, you couldn’t bring yourself to part, exchanging tender words and promises meant to be cherished.
james treated you like his good girl, always devoted to keeping you safe from any hurt, finding little ways to make you feel special.
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