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1. Friends With Benefits. [James Phelps - SMUT]

Title: Friends with benefits.

Pairings: James Phelps x reader.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: kind of fluff / smut but not smut smut 😉

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"Do you know what day it is today?" James asked.

"No, tell me" you replied with a giggle

"It's been two years since we met for the first time", he said, while stroking your arm.

You sat up in the bed and looked at him. "You remember that?" you asked with surprise.

"Of course I do!"

You smiled and lay yourself upon James. James leant in to kiss you.

"Will we go for another round?" he grinned while kissing you.

"Good idea mister Phelps!"

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"Already leaving?" you asked with a pout.

"Yes, I'm having an interview later the day and I promised Oliver to have lunch together!" he told you while putting his pants on.

"Oh, okay", you mumbled and walked straight to the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower. Will you close the door when you leave?" you said short. James nodded his head and went further with putting his clothes on.

James and you had been friends for over two years. You met each other by accident on a festival and it clicked from the first moment you spoke to each other. James and you became friends and you're a shoulder to 'cry' on whenever James had a hard time. On a certain evening you told James about your love life. Not having a boyfriend wasn't the problem, but you had other needs that needed to be fulfilled. A few days after your confession James knocked at your door with the message that his girlfriend had ended their relationship . You offered him to stay in your apartment for the night. After a few glasses of wine the two of you ended up in bed together. And that was the night when James 'offered you his help to fulfil your needs'. Friends with benefits. Just sex, no love. You'd help him, he would help you. You enjoyed his company and definitely enjoyed it to go to bed with him, but you fell in love with James. Which made things more complicated for you.

James was about to leave when he knocked at the door of the bathroom. He heard you're showering and opened the door carefully.

"Y/N?" he yelled.

"Yes?"

"When will we see each other back?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'll text you", you replied short.

"Okay.." – "Bye then!" he said and left your apartment.

Maybe it was for the better not to text him. You had to figure how you could stop all of this, because there was no way you could live like that for the rest of your life. Because what if James fell in love with someone else? Where would leave you that?

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Saturday night, party night. Your friends had invited you for a night out in the bar. It had been four days since you'd seen James. He had texted you a few times, but you ignored them. Your best friend kept on taking pictures of you, the bar, herself, ... all for her Instagram, because her followers were 'waiting' for new feeds. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrating, James.

// Where are you? X //

You rolled your eyes. Just when you wanted to put your phone back in your bag you got a new message.