Boyfriend Imagines Novels & Stories

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

I say, keeping my tone serious. I had to say something, even though my mind is running in a hundred directions. The truth is, I’ve imagined him as my boyfriend a few times. What it would be like to be his girlfriend. I haven’t admitted that to myself, but I’ve played out that scenario in my head. One thing leads to another, right? I don’t want to go on a couple of dates only to walk away saying, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

settles in my mind, my world flips. Boyfriend! Did he just call himself my boyfriend? “Boyfriend?” I ask, stunned. “Yeah. That's what I am to you?” He looks serious now. An unexpected chuckle tumbles from my lips. I palm my lips and wave at his face saying: “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It just sounds funny. You, the King of all Lycans, a boyfriend. The title sounds too cheesy for a man of your caliber.” I purse my lips together, pressing down the laughter that keeps threatening to burst out down my throat.

He didn't overstep or push me, and I caught myself, in many daydreams, imagining him as my boyfriend. The only good part about being surrounded by happy, loved-up couples all day was that they were all too focused on their other half to notice Adrian and me stealing glances at each other. I couldn't help myself, especially when he looked so sexy, doing some heavy lifting. The way his hands gripped the ends of the couch made me want them to grip my hips and lift me on top of him. It was the first time that I fantasised about him, or any man, since breaking up with the dirtbag and also the only time that my mind didn't shut the illicit thoughts down, allowing me to run wild with my imagination

Maybe she was joking. How rich could her boyfriend be? Richer than him because if he wasn't, there was no way she would have gotten that from him. "Hold on, she said boyfriend and not husband. Which means that I still have the chance. Boyfriends and Girlfriends do break up each time due to satisfaction. All I need to do is to prove to her that money isn't all...I can shower her with love." He fantasize and praised his thinking. ★★★★★★ It was finally evening, Drake was inside his room, randomly binging a series. He had a pack of cornflakes beside him alongside milk, sugar, and water. He was also holding a bowl. Drake was about to eat the fourth time in a row when his door was knocked upon.

It wasn't the first time I'd zoned out thinking about sex. Visualising Adrian fucking me senseless had become some kind of sick hobby at this point. My dirty mind kept wandering exactly where it wasn't supposed to. Because Adrian was Cole's boyfriend. My best friend's boyfriend. The guy I shared a dorm wall with. The guy whose laugh I heard through that same wall some nights and had to shove a pillow over my face just to cope.

"My boyfriend, who is the most un-jealous guy I've ever met, knows this about me and recently told me that he wants me to be myself. He made me promise that I'd take pictures of when I was being all bad and flirty, but then teased that I probably wouldn't have any for him to enjoy tomorrow when we see each other again. The only problem is... he was right. I haven't had much opportunity." Jack chuckled and looked down again. "I see," he said. "Maybe... if you're a good boy and don't let any of those 'vultures' you mentioned get at me, you and I could see just how flirty we can be?" He smiled and nodded. "That sounds like a plan," he said. "Are you sure your boyfriend is cool with it?" "I am.

Baby imagines that one day the two of them will get married and have a daughter and their son must look perfect just like their father. Just imagining that Baby felt immensely happy. "Do you know? I blush when I imagine one day we get married and have a son and a daughter, they must be perfect like you." The girl was embarrassed now even though he was just imagining about it seeing his girlfriend's acting awkwardly made Dollan feel anxious for her. Dollan's hands are on Baby's waist, the man is pulling his girlfriend so that the distance is getting closer now. The two of them looked at each other, slowly the man brought his face forward and they kissed.

I add up my pink cap and my grey Chucks matching my jeans and finally have my outfit. Shit did I really just think that? I want to impress my BOYFRIEND? Guess I'll need to repeat that a couple of times in my head until I get used to it. First off, me trying to impress someone. But even more so.......oh my god, Jake is really my boyfriend. I mean, he did declare me as his girlfriend, and I wrapped my mind around it. So why does it sound like: Holy shit I have a boyfriend, like a real boyfriend. Like the hottest guy in town is my boyfriend. Jesus, I gotta get my mind straight.

"Probably a good idea. Otherwise it might get weird." "Weird how?" "Olly, I'm pretty wound up after this chat. Really, really, wound up. I think you can imagine the rest." "Aching?" "You simply cannot imagine," I moaned. "Yep. You need a boyfriend." "I don't need a fucking boyfriend," I retorted. "Boyfriends come with drama." "A girlfriend then?" "Same same but different." "Robo-lover 9001 Sport Edition?" "Does it come with a vibrating dick? Because otherwise I'm sure it will be a great door-stop."