#james bf

!martin as your boyfriend! fluff

MARTIN x fem!reader

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♬⋆.˚ martin gives his whole self to what he loves the most, diving in without restraint. and that’s how he lost himself entirely in you and your love.

♬⋆.˚ he is extremely attentive when it comes to the smallest details in you – moods, expressions, words. that’s why he can be overly sensitive, replaying them in his mind for days.

♬⋆.˚ he makes a habit of writing you the sweetest messages every day, always finding a moment for you even in the middle of his work.

♬⋆.˚ you are the only person whose support allows him to do so much. and go even further. beyond what he ever thought possible.

♬⋆.˚ martin cherishes the way you look at him with eyes full of love. and throughout the day he finds himself dreaming of you more and more, quite literally idealizing you.

♬⋆.˚ he searching ways to spend time alone with you. the quieter the place, the louder he can hear your hearts beating in sync.

♬⋆.˚ on your first date martin would want to leave a cozy impression both of himself and of the moment in life that brought you together at just the right time.

♬⋆.˚ sometimes he gets shy and pulls into himself, but your energy lifts him up, and he can’t help wanting to impress you with his thoughtfulness.

♬⋆.˚ martin is grateful that he’s the only one you pay attention to, praise, and talk about with your close friends and his own circle. it makes him feel truly seen and loved.

♬⋆.˚ when he’s with you he makes a point to memorize every part of your face – your smile, your nose, your eyes, your hair, studying them for hours so he can think of you and smile like an idiot when he has a hard time working on his lyrics.

♬⋆.˚ he often sends you funny or interesting photos from work. or just because he wants to share his feelings with you. and then calls to ask how you’re doing and what food you’re gonna eat.

♬⋆.˚ martin always begs for your approval, with questions like "did i nail it?", "was i awesome?", "the outfit looked amazing, don’t you think so?".

!james as your boyfriend! fluff

𓏲ּ𝄢 JAMES x fem!reader 𓏲ּ𝄢

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ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ james takes really good care of you. every second he spends with you makes him genuinely happy. even on days when you’re apart, his thoughts always full of you.

🪽་༘࿐ when you surprise him with little things as baking cookies just for him – he cant help but share with other members because he’s so proud to have you by his side.

🪽་༘࿐ before he goes to sleep, james likes to spend a good hour just thinking about you. he literally can’t fall asleep right away because of you.

🪽་༘࿐ the only thing he’s delusional about is imagining different scenes of being your perfect boyfriend. because, honestly, he is. he’s perfect in everything he does.

🪽་༘࿐ if you’re struggling with a dance, he’ll will be right there to help you immediately. even if his task turns into choreographing the whole song, he’ll do it with all the love and passion he has.

🪽་༘࿐ if you suddenly decide to write lyrics for your song, james would be the first to listen. he’ll even produce more for you😛

⋆˚࿔🫧 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

⋆˚࿔🫧 wc : 1.3k

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.

nothing.

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.

does he hate 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.

and you weren’t wrong.

it was him.

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.

you looked at him.

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.

⋆˚࿔🫧 james x fem!reader (fluff, university love, best friends, classmates)

⋆˚࿔🫧 wc : 1k

you were almost ready to melt at the thought of the person you admire walking beside you, holding your hand and whispering tender words. but—of course—these are only thoughts, since he doesn’t suspect your feelings for him.

and probably never will….because things might turn out differently.

you wouldn’t want to distance yourself from this person, especially since you see each other every week at the same university. but for some reason he hasn’t shown up to lectures for the third day in a row now.

and it makes you feel uneasy.

he doesn’t answer your calls or messages and his friends know absolutely nothing. you found this whole situation very strange. so now you’re heading to your classmate’s house.

you remembered the road to james’ house but you weren’t sure if he was actually there now.

what if he had family issues and you’d be the only one bothering him unnecessarily.

as you approached james’ house, you quickly glanced into the windows you passed by on the way to his door. they were covered with curtains so you couldn’t understand anything you questioned yourself about : what if no one open the door for you? was there even anyone home at all?

you rang the doorbell once, then a second time, and finally a third….

suddenly the door swung open and you stepped inside. without any questions you were let in. after taking off your shoes you walked further to james’ room on the second floor.

that’s when you noticed something was wrong. the house was empty. and to your surprise james was alone lying on the floor near his bed. he looked incredibly weak and sick, barely able to open the door, and he couldn’t even lift his head.

but somehow he managed to lift his head a little and smiled when he finally saw your face. he was really happy you were there.

you ran over helping him up, and got him onto the bed. he obviously couldn’t move on his own but with your help he’d get through this.

he kept looking at you like you were the only one in this whole world alone with him, a person he could truly rely on right now. honestly, he probably would’ve just kept dealing with being sick until it went away. james is even feeling bad that he didn’t manage to text you to say he wouldn’t be at lectures this week.

he trusted you so much and worried about you. always asking himself stuff like ‘how’s she feeling right now?’ or ‘is she eating well and taking care of herself?

even if it’s just a simple study day, he cares about whether something’s been bothering you lately. and if it has, he’d be more than happy to offer you his shoulder and support you.

that’s how much he needed you at that moment.

“y/n, you have no idea how much it helps just having you here,” he managed to get out, coughing a little.

his cold clearly sucked, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for how vulnerable he was right now.

“james, don’t move, i’ll get your medicine now. i’m not gonna leave you here alone,” you said, rushing to the kitchen where his medicine was. quickly going through everything and grabbing what he needed the most, even though you were scared, you still felt responsible for helping him to get better.

when you came back into his room, he didn’t take his eyes off of you, holding onto something he truly believed in. when you gave him the medicine, he immediately grabbed your hand.

james just wanted to feel your touch, something that felt more healing than any medicine.

you were surprised but didn’t show it.

you had always imagined moments where james would take your hand, but you never thought it would actually happen right now.

“y/n, you’re beautiful,” he said without taking his gaze off you. when you felt shy and looked down, he found the strength to move closer, gently lifting your chin and saying, “look at me, baby.”

“when you’re here i almost forget i’m even sick. i don’t care about thinking clearly or anything else, what matters is seeing you look at me with those beautiful eyes. that works better than any medicine.”

you felt a little shy because of what he said, but you were certain you wouldn’t leave his side for even a second from now on. it seemed like your feelings had started growing the moment he began speaking.

even if you convinced yourself that falling for him wasn’t possible, you couldn’t hide it.

you leaned closer to him, still sitting on his bed, when james pulled you closer toward him. you ended up leaning over him. you both looked into each other’s eyes saying more than words ever could. he gently tilted your head closer leaving no room for hesitation, everything felt so tender as your lips met, sharing the sweet, warm feeling of the love that had grown between you both during all the time you’d spent together.

what had once been a secret crush was no longer just that, it had turned from something mysterious into something real and possible.

a few days into taking care of him, james finally made it back to lectures looking so much better. you had taken good care of him after all.

nobody knew that you two were officially together, but when he held your hand while leaving the university building, a few girls whispered and spread the news around.

that didn’t really matter. what mattered was that james could easily kiss you whenever he wants to — his favorite part of the day.

every morning he’d run up to you and press a quick kiss to your cheek as soon as he sees you. he was so sweet and always made sure he never did anything that made you uncomfortable.

sometimes it even felt like he was cuter than you, though he always said you were the sweetest person he knew. his words were silly, but so charming, and you loved it.