Booktok Men Novels & Stories

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

Then he tilted his head slightly, still holding me effortlessly against the wall. “And why not?” he asked calmly, his voice dropping just a little. “You’re reading it.” “I’m not— I mean— it’s just a book—” I rushed out, flustered now. But he didn’t look convinced. Instead, his gaze flicked back to the page again. “You read about men like this,” he said slowly. “Men who don’t hesitate. Men who take what they want without asking.” My breathing tightened. “That’s not—” “And you enjoy it,” he finished quietly.

He tries to keep a positive attitude. "You're working in Dreamy Stories?" the cute guy said after pon reading their calling cards. "Yes we do," said Hyun. "My girlfriend is a fan of the books you published recently," the cute guy said. Now, it's Hyun's turn to feel the downpour. He rolled his eyes first before saying something. "She's the author," he said pointing to Cela. The cute guy is amazed. He then got a copy of Cela's second book from his bag. He told them that he just purchased the book yesterday and plans on giving it as a surprise gift to his girlfriend today.

Her nipples were being seen by the men watching her. “I want to book her!” Someone stood up and went to the cashier area to pay. Heart then smirked. ‘Okay, finally a sex not with my CEO.’ Heart thought and felt relieved. The man who booked her was a Korean, his name is Michael Park. A young CEO, 23 years old. He looks like an idol.

"Yes doctor" "Okay, this is going to be a long lecture, so I want you and every ladies out there, including men to listen attentively, I know some men do not know how to suck their partners cock, most ladies do not know how to suck their partners cock, so iam going to teach you from my experience, and from the study I have done in the past." Roth said, he looked over at Tristan, he saw his eyes darken, Roth smiled, turning away from him

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

“Ya got what ya wanted. Let’s get the fuck outta here.” Tossing the condom into the pile of rubbish scattered in the corner, he zipped himself up, wide eyes staring at Booker’s feeble frame. “Did it work?” Booker gave a stiff nod. “I think so. C’mon, we’ll talk ‘bout it at my place.” At Jon’s inability to move, Booker shuffled down the step, firmly patting Jon on the back. “Listen, I know that was hard for ya, but we gotta go.” Turning on his heel, Booker slipped through the doorway, possessing far more stealth than expected for the ancient windbag he was. Sucking in a deep breath, Jon rubbed his face soberly, shaky legs finally becoming unglued as he followed Booker back into the club.

The book I’m reading falls in the space between us and he picks it up. Surely, the naked man and woman holding themselves as they kiss already clue him in that the book is nothing but erotica. A sharp, audible breath leaves his lips. “Books like these won’t help you.” He bites out. There he goes again…trying to order me to do his shit. He's still apologizing for the ones he did and he’s adding another wood to the already boring flames? Jeez, I snap my hand away from his and stand up, quickly grabbing my book. “You don’t tell me what to read, Dad! I choose to read things that help me discover my sexuality.”

Dan said. “Alright, Beta, we trust your judgment,” the men said and parted, and me and Dan entered inside. Just like the outside, the inside was telling too, huge and layered with books upon books. I was starting to think finding the book in particular wasn’t going to be easy. “You want to read about rogues and run patterns, right?” Beta Dan asked. “Yes, and other related things,” I added, so as not to ruin the possibility of diverging into something else later.