Diapered Boyfriend Novels & Stories

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.

I quietly resumed documenting. "My boyfriend complains of constant pain, but he's always sneaking out for drinks and looks as lively as ever. Is it because we're still in the initial stage? Maybe things will turn around for us?"

The guy hesitated for a moment and then mumbled, "Um, the question? I asked if you could be my girlfriend." "Yes, that's the one." Diana cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, but I can't." "Huh?" "Because I already have a boyfriend!" Diana took a deep breath and put on a serious expression. "I love my boyfriend; he's one of a kind, gentle, romantic, and passionate like a wolf. He's the epitome of handsomeness, and my heart is completely devoted to him. So… I can't accept your proposal!" Diana blurted out every possible adjective she could think of.

My thighs trembled. “This is insane… I have a boyfriend,” I protested weakly, but my voice cracked. “Boyfriend?” He laughed low, his free hand sliding to my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “That loser couldn’t make you cum if his life depended on it. I can smell how wet you are already, baby. That greedy little pussy is weeping for a real man. Imagine my thick cock splitting you open, hitting spots Jake’s never even dreamed of. You’ll be screaming, creaming, squirting all over me while I ruin you for anyone else.”

“Oh, I’m Narat’s boyfriend.” HUH!!!!??

I snort, mom made us all get on the shot the moment she found out Layla was pregnant and we get it every month because she doesn't want any surprises. “Wait, so you're really into fucking him?” “Fucking who?” I play dumb. “I don't have a boyfriend. “So you're just fooling around with that guy? Let me tell you something Aurie, men don't want to be just friends with a girl like you. You're as beautiful as you are annoying.” “Is that a compliment Laylay? Cause I'm pretty annoying.” I grin. “But don't worry about it, he's my boyfriend but you can't tell anyone. He actually asks me to be his girlfriend nearly every time we meet just so he's sure we're good.”

"You haven't contacted me in days. If I didn't come to find you, I'm afraid you would forget all about me!" With that cool, domineering CEO face of his, who could possibly resist? I could feel my face slowly burning. To avoid losing face in front of my little boyfriend, I brushed right past him and offered a terribly awkward excuse. "How could I? Aren't I out here working hard to make money to support you?" David leaned in closer and smiled. "Actually, I can support you instead. That way, you won't have to work so hard." Look at that, what a great boyfriend.

His tone changed, it was sharper now. “Why are you acting sluggish like you’re doing me a favor?” he continued. “You don’t need the money?” Before I could respond, he reached into his pocket and pulled out another bundle of cash. Thicker than the first one. He fanned it slightly in front of my face. “Baby girl,” he murmured, stepping closer, “you and I both know this money will do a lot for you. And this isn’t even close to what I can give you.”

I crawl over to him and get into his lap. "Clingy Kera is back?" He asks and I roll my eyes causing him to chuckle. "So you're my boyfriend?" I ask wearily, not daring to make eye contact with him. "Yes, and you're my girlfriend." He says and I can practically hear the smile in his voice. This causes me to smile. I get comfortable on his lap as the movie plays but I fall asleep after a few minutes. I wake up to the front door opening revealing Denver and Nadine carrying grocery bags with another guy walking in behind them.

I lost my balance and landed sideways on his lap, one of his arms anchoring me firmly in place. He was staring at me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. ‘I’m willing,’ he said, his voice low and rough, stripping away all pretence. ‘God, Hyacinth, you have no idea how willing I am. But I don’t want to be a replacement for a battery-operated device. I want to be your boyfriend. I want the title. I want the whole damn thing.’ Boyfriend. The word landed like a lead weight in my gut, sending a cold wave of something that felt suspiciously like panic through the heat of my anger.