Boyfriend Smut Novels & Stories

The piece had gone viral, making it to the top 10 trending topics. My boyfriend, Hudson Brewer, who submitted the painting, became the center of media attention after the competition. In an interview, he said earnestly, “I believe the preservation of intangible artistic beauty shouldn’t be limited. Anything exquisite deserves to be recorded. So, I immortalized my girlfriend, the most beautiful person in my heart, on clay. She’s also a ceramic artist, and she fully supports my work.” The comment section was polarized. Some praised him for being romantic, saying he was so in love with his girlfriend. Others criticized me for being shameless and compared the piece to a 3D dirty photoshoot. Some

She smiled and my heart melted. Did she just call me with a weird endearment? "I.." I paused and laughed. "Let's just start." I said. "You don't want the boyfie?" She asked with pouty lips. "I love it." No, I hate it! It sounds like we're some high schoolers couple! "Then that's it, I'm going to call you boyfie from now on!" She said excitedly and picked up a box. No! Please oh God!

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

I followed Elliot into the apartment. The interior was decorated in a familiar and simple style with cool tones. It was similar to Elliot’s personality, noble but distant. Only this time, I was not moved in the slightest. Elliot took out a bottle of water from the fridge and tossed it to me. Then, he walked up to the floor-to-ceiling windows and lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around him like a layer of fog that separated us. “Samantha, I know you’re not happy about this,” he started. His voice was low through the smoke.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

She insists. "Kimberly, what are you saying?" He pulled her to sit and face him. "It's alright that your best friend sees me like this; why? For me to tempt him too? To sell me and have sex with him too!?" She answered bitterly. "Shut up! Shut up!" He shouted, punched the side table that shocked her, and moved back to the bed's headboard. "I'm just a prostitute to you ____" now she's scared. "You're freakin' me out again! Didn't you hear me?! I said it's fine because he's my best friend and I won't get jealous of him! But if it is someone else, I _____."

The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my cum-hungry hole was obscene. “Gonna come inside you,” he growled. “Breed my boyfriend. Fill you up so deep you feel me for days.” The word boyfriend destroyed me. I came with a shattered cry, shooting thick ropes between us, my hole clamping down violently around his pistoning cock. Ryder followed right after with a deep, guttural moan, burying himself to the balls and pumping me full of hot, heavy cum. Pulse after pulse until it overflowed and ran down my thighs.

Bram groans and tries to move away this time, "I don't want a boyfriend." "Great. Then it works even better, we fuck and have fun," he says, giving me a big smile that out of nowhere stops and he looks contemplative, as if for the first time ever, a real thought is occurring inside his bigass head, "I've never had sex with a friend before. Or a co-worker, obviously." "Are you not fucking your teammates in the showers?" I ask, laughing when he gives me a bewildered look, "I've seen it, all of you naked together, washing each other's backs, touching tips..."

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

Vivian’s POV "Work it, Tommy!" I shouted to my very sexy and about to be very naked boyfriend. He decided to intrude on my friend's bridal shower and is now being punished. The sly smile on his face shows me he is enjoying this a little too much though. My hazel eyes darkened as I bite my lip. Damn! He is so fucking hot and so fucking mine.