Boyfriend Wedgie Novels & Stories

Wendy leaned in, her voice dropping to a hiss, though it was loud enough for Justine to hear. “You, my dear, should feel honored to even breathe the same air she does. To stand near her. You should be grateful for any crumbs of attention she deigns to throw your way.” Okay, that was enough. “That’s very kind of you to point out,” I said, my voice even, meeting her condescending gaze head-on. “But as I believe I mentioned to her previously, I actually have a boyfriend.” Wendy scoffed. “A boyfriend? A werewolf boyfriend, I presume? And you think that’s even comparable to having someone like her”—another dramatic gesture toward Justine—“showing an interest in you? Are you delusional?”

He said, "Gentlemen, please let Mr. Kensington know that we really couldn't come up with the money, so we found a new way to settle the debt. We've brought him a Christmas gift. He'll definitely like it." One of the men shone a flashlight on my face, making me squint. His voice was flat. "You mean this woman?" Zoe quickly chimed in, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up. "Yes. She's my son's girlfriend. Look at her—doesn't she resemble the woman Mr. Kensington visits at the cemetery every year? We asked around and found that out. "Plus, she studied dance, so she's very flexible. She'll definitely know how to please a man in bed."

"What wedding are you talking about?" Tad demanded, his brows tightly knit. I curved my lips slightly—a faint, detached smile edged with mockery. "A wedding you two will never be invited to." He blinked, caught off guard, as if trying to process my words. "Whose wedding? Don't tell me—it's yours?" I tilted my head, the corner of my mouth sharp as a blade. "Of course not. After all, you, Mr. Tad, have yet to kneel down and propose, haven't you? You're still, officially, my ‘boyfriend,' right?"

Even though his chest was still flat, it seemed obviously more swollen than before. Anna’s hands were on his chest. From the camera angle, they seemed extremely intimate. He added a caption: Anna knows me the best. After her massage, I no longer feel any pain. Anna even liked the post. My eyes lit up as I immediately saved the photos. Then, I made tons of copies. After all, once Liam actually developed a bosom, this photo would be evidence of his inappropriate relationship with Anna. My wish would come true in four days. On the seventh day, we would hold our family reunion.

Wendy smiled and said, “It has been a long time indeed. I heard that you’re an administrator in a rather impressive company, right?” Queenie forced a smile. “I’ve already quit my job.” Wendy asked in astonishment, “Why did you quit your job out of nowhere?” Queenie did not feel like elaborating further, so Wendy shifted her attention to Kayson. “Who’s this?” Queenie said, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” “Ah!” Wendy sized up Kayson but did not seem too interested because she could tell at one glance that Kayson was not a rich kid. Even though Kayson was wearing a suit, it was not of a luxury brand.

“Or you might see one of your stalkers there.” “Funny you should mention that.” Sidney sat back and pulled her laptop across her knees. “Oh, no. What?” Wes rolled his eyes and did the same with his computer. “One of my online ‘boyfriends’ is talking about coming to the fest.” Sidney used her fingers to quote boyfriends. “I’m sure he’s full of shit, but that’s what he’s saying.” “And you’re not alarmed by this?” Wes squinted his eyes and turned his face near profile to her.

He insisted, caressing my jaw. Now I regretted scrapping off the little beards I had. I should have left it on, who knows Adrian might have loved to play with them? "No. I asked first." I said, grabbing his waist and tried taking my kiss but the bastard covered his mouth with his hand, laughing. Anyways, the bastard is now my boyfriend. "It's an order from your wife, big man." Adrian grinned, winking at me. "Now you're using the W card on me?" I chuckled, giving his waists a soft squeeze.

I hesitated for a bit, but I once again reminded myself who I'm doing this for. Woof! Woof! Joseph bursts into laugher. "Bitch, how does it feel?" I knew very well what he was implying. During our college days - I made my then boyfriend and his friends bully Joseph almost on a regular basis as I watched in amusement. Almost every day, they'd give him the classic cliché bully treatment - a wedgy. Sometimes they'd snatch his bag and toss it around while I watch as he helplessly tries to retrieve it. During lunch, they'd have Joseph crawl the hallways to the cafeteria like a dog.

" I wanna be your boyfriend for longer than you imagine, being your boyfriend for a day is just torture." " Do you mean that?" " Certainly, I'm hoping for the rest of our lives - three years for dating and then we get married and have cute little me and you's everywhere!" He said and I laughed as I pulled him for an embrace. " I love you Victorya and yes, I wanna be your boyfriend for LONGER than you can imagine." " And if Imagine four hundred years?" " You got it, babe," he said before he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me in for a maddening make-out session.

"Oh, Hannah, I'm sorry. You know how I am—I don't hold back with anyone. I forgot he's your boyfriend. You're not mad, are you?" She pouted, her naturally youthful face twisting into an exaggerated, childlike look. I'd fallen for that act once. Now, all I saw was something unfamiliar that I couldn't stand to look at. How ridiculous. While I had been working sleepless nights to return early, my best friend had worn the lingerie I gave her and done everything intimate with my fiancé. On that stormy night, as I gripped my phone, calling them again and again, they had spent the whole night entwined like true lovers.