Diapered Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I was on my own. Survival doesn’t come with pride,it comes with choices. And this was one of them. “Come on,” he said impatiently. “Pull it off.” He stepped closer, his eyes traveling slowly over my body like he was already unwrapping me. His fingers reached for the strap of my dress. “Nah, I can do it myself,” I said quickly, gently removing his hand. He paused for a while,then his expression hardened. “Then be fast about it.” His tone changed, it was sharper now.

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.

I said and stop for awhile. "Dad, I still remember that yu said that no boyfriend until I turn 30. I watched that video and still thinking that you here with me. Let me tell you something mom, dad, well like a few months ago I-I got myself a boyfriend. He's my boss and his name is Joseph. Joseph Sanchez. He is a good guy that really taking care of me especially when I have a nightmare."

I groaned louder. Beth laughed. And somehow, despite everything that had happened, despite Hannah stealing my role and Jake nearly drowning in guilt, despite the constant insanity that had become my life, I found myself laughing too. Because she was right. I had said boyfriend. Not billionaire. Not fake fiancé. Not contract husband. Not blackmailer. Boyfriend. The word felt ridiculous. Impossible. Wonderful. And maybe a little terrifying. Because somewhere between secret tunnels and gunfire, awkward breakfasts and midnight dances, handholding in dark theaters and falling asleep together tangled up on a couch, something had changed.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Only then did she adjust her position, but Isis moved. They’re in his favorite position again. Him, hugging her waist while making her arm his pillow. She didn't complain anymore. She knew the young man was more comfortable when they were in that position, so she let him be. She smiled while stroking her boyfriend's face. “The noble-mafia boss of Asia...” she said in a whisper, “my boyfriend.” She laughed and shook her head. She has a very cool boyfriend who’s a freaking mafia boss of Asia and who also happens to be a Count, a royalty. A noble man.

I said with a small smile, hauling him closer and wrapping my hand through his arm. His face snapped at me and he said, “I am not—” I tipped on my toes and whispered, “I’ll do anything. Please play along.” Damon’s eyes gleamed, and with the most charming smile, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer and said, “I’m her boyfriend, Damon Grant.” I licked my lips, staring at his small dimple with jealousy. He never smiled at me like that. Hell, I didn’t even know he had a dimple! How dare he?

He answered back and winked at me. Thank you God for giving me a sweet and nice boyfriend, I don't know if I did something great on my past life to receive a special treatment today, I went inside the bathroom and took a quick shower, I stared at the mirror and smile. After taking a bath I quickly changed my clothes and run down to the dining table " Hey sit down, let us eat, " Dilan said Dilan is my 4 months boyfriend and I'm proud of having him, he's not just sweet and caring but he is loyal and huggable, lovable

And then I saw my wonderful boyfriend. Hayden Dylan in a tank top hugging his muscles. Joggers loose carelessly enough to make my brain short-circuit when I saw the outline of his dick beneath the cotton. This was so illegal. I may have audibly inhaled. Was I ogling my boyfriend? Yes. Did I care? Oh, God. He spun and saw me, then smiled. My knees wanted to give out. He untied the apron from his waist and tossed it onto a chair. “Hey, nugget. You’re awake.”