F*** Buddies Novels & Stories

Ethan’s room felt too small, the walls pressing in like they knew every secret he was trying to hide. The team group chat lit up his phone screen with rapid-fire messages about the party—*Victory bash tonight, don’t miss it*—and he kept staring at the words, thumb hovering, heart doing that annoying stutter it always did when he thought about stepping out of his safe little bubble.

We’re fuck buddies honestly and not lovers, this just as to come to an quick end because I’m tired and sick of it. “Are we boyfriends or fuck mates?” I asked, the moment he looks awake and well seated beside me, my British accent taking over. He gave me a strange look; this is the first time I’m using this accent with him, “What do you mean?” He asked back. “I mean all we do every time is have sex, we have sex on dates, school, movie night. We have sex at any given special time Evan, this is suppose to be a love filled relationship not sex filled relationship.” I spoke my mind out to him.

Our breathing was harboured; we hadn't done anything yet, but this just felt too intense to be normal. I was wet, and I knew he could feel me dripping on his thighs; him moving ever so lightly every three seconds wasn't helping with the desire. "Let's make another deal," I said. The last time we made a deal was when he said we should be friends, and that shit didn't work out. "What is it?" "Let's be fuck buddies," I stared into his eyes, looking for any uncertainty or shock in them, but he looked pretty in control. It looked like he was restraining himself a lot.

He asked me as soon as music started This time we are more closer than before "Why are you here? Go dance with your ___ buddy" i said in anger stepping on his foot. "Ouch!!! What's that? And ____ like seriously? Can't you say the word?" He said with a smirk Uff!!! I hate this "Fine...your fuck buddy" i said in his ears Again music stopped and now only 2 couples left This time paper folded again into small one and we both cannot step on it. I thought to convey everyone that we are backing out from game but it didn't happened

“Am I really that oblivious?” “Yes,” his two friends said in unison. “But how is this a problem anyway?” Dylan asked. “I thought you wanted to give every girl a chance until you find the right one.” “He still does,” Red responded. “But Cadence is his f-word.” “His fuckbuddy?” Dylan asked with wide eyes. “Damn, Xavi boy. I didn’t know you had it in you.” “No, idiot,” Red slapped the back of his head. “Cadence is his friend.”

“You’re it. F*ck me as a friend. Get me pregnant.” Green burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe Purple’s request, but after laughing, he looked at her seriously. “I will.”

“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?”

"We're polar opposites, huh?" "You're just now finding out?" " I'm serious" he rolled his eyes. " How?" She asked. " I, for one, actually love the 'f word'" "You do? You seem like the type who'd be extremely exhausted from it. Like you are now" " I am. But, there's something about that exhaustion that's satisfying. Especially when it comes to Karter" " So, were you supposed to start a happy family with Karter's mom?" " I wanted to" he nodded. " But it didn't work out"

Halli says attempting to raise one brow. Sa'eed says counting them with his fingers, his eyes looking heavenwards as if he's thinking "ana kashi, fitsari, wanka... {people defecate, urinate, bathe...}" "eww, Ya Sa'eed!!!" Halli says hitting his chest playfully.

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"