Boyfriends Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Jason had finally gotten what he wanted and was as deliriously happy as a mad dog. He posted endless sweet couple photos on social media. Giselle made him look far better than he did in real life. It was a complete contrast to the old days with me, when he would boss me around to take his photos, always stuck in the same stiff, victorious poses. Lately, his photos were filled with silly, relaxed smiles, seemingly influenced by Giselle's cheerful spirit. In each one, he grinned broadly, as if to say, "I've never been happier."

I paused when I saw his eyes widen as I spoke. " I really would love it if you would be my boyfriend - for two weeks, a week, a few days... Even if it's for a day - even if you just get to be called my boyfriend officially just for a day, I don't care." I said and licked my lips nervously as he stared at me. I knew whenever I licked my lips it turned him on, but I wasn't doing this on purpose. His face suddenly turned into a frown and he passed his hands through his hair.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. . . You know those types of kids Loa, they're bad news." "Hey, my boyfriend is one of those kids," I remind him and he nods. "I know, but I'm just saying, be careful." He shrugs at me and I decide to leave the conversation alone. I was going to confront Jack, one way, or another.

Not just the tension in her muscles. Not just the force behind the swing he had stopped. Something else. Something… off. Her skin was cold. Not physically. But in a way he couldn’t explain. Like he had just grabbed onto someone who wasn’t fully present. --- “Enough.” His voice was low. Steady. But it cut through the silence just as sharply as the first punch had. --- The boy on the ground groaned weakly. Barely conscious. Blood at the corner of his lip.

"I hate this bastard. Just because he is strong, thinks the entire world revolves around him!" "Oh my god, Isn't he even hotter in person?" Several girls blushed. "I wish I could exchange my boyfriend for him... Look at that gorgeous tux!" "Stop drooling, he isn't like your pathetic boyfriend! Isn't he like a celebrity?" "I wish I had those beautiful heterochromatic eyes!"

he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I moan into the felt. “No shit, you don’t. Because no boy your age has any idea what to do with a pussy this perfect.” He pulls out, spins me around, lifts me onto the table, and shoves my legs apart. He slides back in from the front, and the angle change hits something that makes my toes curl against his ribs. “You need grown men. Daddy’s friends who’ve been thinking about stuffing this cunt since you wore that bikini at the Fourth of July two years ago.”

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

“You’re his successor. That’s sexy.” I covered the flush in my cheeks with another drink. “Come on, baby. I’ll make it worth your while.” “I don’t need money.” “I’ll make it worth your while in other ways…” His blue eyes were so confident, so cocky, and so beautiful. “I have a boyfriend.” His hard stare didn’t flinch. “You want another one?” “I don’t cheat.” “Then do you want a better one?” “You aren’t boyfriend material.” “How do you know?”

"Ahh, babe!" "Are you done, babe?" I asked, linking my arm with Damien's. His 6'5" frame towered over me, making me feel small—like a damn chick beside him. I fucking hated it. My heart hammered fast and hard. "Can you please act like my boyfriend for just five minutes?" I whispered, eyes pleading. If he didn't help, those creeps wouldn't stop—and I might do something stupid. "Boyfriend, huh?" Damien asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.