Diapered Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"And as your boyfriend, it's my duty to make sure you're properly fed." My heart skipped at the word 'boyfriend.' Even though it was part of our arrangement, hearing him say it did things to me. "A boyfriend who steals his girlfriend's underwear and makes her sit through meetings exposed isn't exactly boyfriend material." His eyes darkened with desire. "No? Then what kind of boyfriend am I?" "The demanding kind." I crossed my arms, trying to look stern despite the heat building between my legs. "The kind who gets off on torturing his girlfriend during professional meetings."

But I felt that even if I was naked in front of him, he still wouldn't look at me with desire. Not because he thinks we should start a relationship before having any sex. But because he saw me in my worst state. He carried me on his lap when I couldn't feel anything but pain in my spine or legs when trying to walk. He wiped my drool when I couldn't breathe through my nose and had to sleep with my mouth open. He put me under the shower "still in clothes" to take cold showers when the sun was unbearable. Colton became a caregiver, a friend, and a confidant. And even if I felt totally attracted and ready for whatever he wanted to do, he never gave me any sign that he would like to lie in my bed

My boyfriend had said "I love you" more times than I could count. He'd even said we'd get married as soon as I graduated. I didn't know when my finger had scrolled to the very top of the comments section. There was a comment there, posted three hours ago. [The girl herself shows up. And here I thought only I knew about her.] Someone replied: [Spill the tea?] The commenter answered: [I know her boyfriend. Same lab. Word is they're crazy about each other—PDA all day long. Tsk. Wonder if he knows about this.]

Because if he got too close he would want more — more proximity, more openness, more of me — and every lie I had told was becoming heavier by the day. “No,” I said. “Come on, Noah. Please.” He shifted toward me slightly. “I won’t touch you. I just want to be close to you.” He paused. “Why are you always pushing your boyfriend away?” The word landed somewhere in my chest and just sat there. Boyfriend. “I’m your boyfriend,” he said again, softer this time, like he was trying the word on and finding he liked the fit of it.

Joy’s POV “You saw him ?”, my Beta, Dante asked as he placed his tray on the cafeteria table and took a seat opposite to me, but not before pecking my lips. Sigh ! He was the perfect Beta and, boyfriend. Yeah, boyfriend. We were in an open relationship and frankly, he was more of the player who was just passing time till he found his mate, while I did this to rebel against my family and pack members so that they stopped badgering me with the mind fucking title of ‘nerd’.

His presence so close to me like this made me unable to control myself from a strange feeling that felt thrilling, but pleasant and calming. Who's he? We even only spent one night two years ago. We were both strangers, but one meeting and the next two times he had mastered all my thoughts and feelings. Messed up everything with his crazy twist. Almost broke me because of my longing for him. I know I shouldn't feel this. I should have blocked everything, including that thing. He's the one that's forbidden to me. He is Jordan's cousin, my boyfriend. He's a man who scares me so much that I can't have fun.

I have tasted him, fucked him, he put himself into a deeper hole but calling me his boyfriend. Therefore I would not let him go. I glance at Luca “He is not a fuck boy Luca. He is my boyfriend” Ll.

I'm in the last year of my lame-ass business class, didn't feel the need to follow through till the end but I owe it to little Jacqueline inside me to get the degree just in case I need it. My college casual boyfriend Kayne was already on the dance floor, he was busy grinding a sexy red hair woman in a latex top. The buff college guy ended his dance when he saw me, he parted the dance floor, walked towards me. Our open relationship was working for us, he can be the ultimate player, but when I'm around he's all mine. He gets to wrap his arms around my body and call himself my boyfriend and if he's lucky, great sex to end his night with.

Trixie, retouching her make up, and Vanessa, finding a perfect angle for her selfie, were already seated. "Hey babe." It's Jared Montezano. My boyfriend for almost 2 years now. He's a grade 11 student, son of my dad's business partner. He leaned over me and kissed my cheeks. Both his hands found their way to my waist. "Hey." I was lost in my own thoughts so that was all I could manage to say.

I told her. "What do you mean?"she asked me. "Anastasia, I'm your boyfriend now right?" I asked. "Yes you are but I'm just thinking about you. Maybe you're ashamed to be with me"she replied. "Are your exes like that with you? Well, I'm not like that" I answered seriously and held her hand. I saw her smile at what I did and I was comfortable at those times even though other people were looking at us. I don't care anymore.