F*** Buddies Novels & Stories

We could still hear the sensual sounds and I won't lie, the more I heard those noises, the more my mind kept sprouting thoughts about having sex with the woman in front of me. Damn... She has really turned me into a version of myself I can't recognize. "Why can't I say that? Isn't that what we are?" Her eyes were slightly bulged as she questioned me. "Are we a couple? No, we are not. We are not dating, all we are doing is having good sex. So, yes, we are fuck buddies." I managed a small smile as I looked at her. But... something within me felt hurt when her words reached my ears. I felt disappointed because I deciphered her words to mean that we would never have a relationship beyond the sex

She simply replied with a shrug and a smile, receiving a nod from me. "So it's not just a weird, kinky way of calling the one you're sexually attracted to then. My mate, my fuck buddy..." I casually said whilst thinking about it, my brows furrowing as I noticed them start laughing as if I'd just said something very funny. "Well that's one way to put it," Brie said with a snort,

"Everyone, please don't be fooled by this toxic, fake bitch! She's really good at playing weak to gain sympathy. I've already experienced her disgusting tactics firsthand and suffered greatly because of them!" As soon as she finished speaking, both the livestream viewers and the people on site were whipped into a frenzy of hatred. They all started cursing at Luther and me. "Just look at that homewrecking slut's face! She's obviously not a decent person. She's seducing someone's husband and has all these thugs backing her up. What are you people trying to pull?" "Everyone call the police! This gang is causing a scene in a hospital. They're completely lawless!"

"Please continue what you're saying. Don't use this woman who lacks a blow job to change the subject." I kept laughing at my two friends. Pure madness. I was later shaken and when Minzy calmed down, I continued my story. "As I was saying, Rupert and I do not have the 'formal' relationship," I said, quoting the word 'formal' through my fingers, "We're sex buddies. Fuck buddies. Sex partners or whatever you call those sexual relationships of today. " Minzy was stunned by what I said as Cherry spat the wine she was drinking back into her glass. I winced at Cherry's reaction. I was the one who even handed her the tissue.

“It‌’s r⁠eally not what you’re thinking. Stefan and I are just… casual. Th⁠at’‌s it. Nothing serious.” I‍ let out an exhausted, fake laugh. “I know y⁠ou hav‍e a lot of… fu‍ck‍ b‌u‌ddies, Sadie. Bu⁠t w⁠hy Stefan? Is he t‌he one yo​u told me about? The ste‌a⁠my bedroom moment?⁠”

That image was seared into my brain forever. "Yeah... imagine that buried inside you," one cousin murmured, voice dreamy. "You'd be sore for a week," another giggled. We dissolved into hushed, filthy laughter, praying no one heard. Beatrice leaned in, smirking. "Okay, real talk, who's actually had dick? Hands up if you're not a virgin." To my absolute shock, all three raised their hands without hesitation. Mine stayed glued under the water. "Wait... all of you?" I whispered, stunned.

Tom insisted. I laughed. It was a happy, tinkling sound. Much like the shot glasses behind the bar. “Ohh, don’t lie. No-we’re. Not!” And I pointed at the tip of his nose with the tip of my right index finger. It ended down his right eye, almost gouging his eyeballs. “He and Sarah… were fuck buddies!” I announced, enjoying the freedom brought about by alcohol. There was nothing more gratifying than saying the fuck word when you’re this dead drunk. “I’m not friends with fuck buddies of Sarah because Sarah isn’t my friend anymore. Or... never. Been my friend.” I closed my eyes. I was supposed to hurt because of that. I forgot why. “Whatever… fuck her shit…”

It's like asking an adult why they don't want a diaper on. “I'm not going to be your fuck buddy, if that's what you're asking.” “I don't—” “You asked me out on a date, and I was thinking…you and me. The both of us with champagne on the side, a cool meal, and some jazz to top it off by the rooftop. But you instead offered me a contract. A contract to be your fuck buddy. ‘Friends with benefits’.” I said in air quotes. “It's like saying, I don't really like you, Olive, but here is what I can offer.”

"Your stalker is getting his info somewhere. You have two friends, Bethany and Valery. They are possible leaks. If it's not them, chances are good it's one of your boy toys." Bethany was a friend but Valery and I only traveled the circuit together. We were in no way friends because we competed against each other. Though she was my arch nemesis on the court, we were forced to hang out when bored. "Those guys were fuck buddies." I hoped he stewed on that. "Fuck buddy- boyfriend- boy toy. It makes no difference. Are you going to stand there all day bitching about semantics or do you want to play a game?" "Where the hell will we play?"

“Do you want me?” I ask against his lips. Bram responds with an annoyed sound that makes me laugh, his fresh breath on my mouth, “I want you too. I want to keep being best friends… friends who kiss sometimes. I won’t try to tie you down, I promise. I can be chill too, I think. We can be fuck buddies.”