Novel & Cerita Flirty Nicknames For Boyfriend

he smirk. "What!" Ariana's eyes widened. "You heard me doll face..." "Stop calling me doll face!" "Why? would you prefer pretty face..." "Shut up". She can't deal with this guy, her face is burning red and this guy hasn't given up flirting with her. "I think it's high time I teach this lips of your a lesson. Babe I think it's time we had our first kiss".

“What does my boyfriend want to do tonight?” The word still sounded strange on her lips. Boyfriend. Mate made sense in the ancient, primal way our connection demanded. Partner carried the weight of equality and shared rule. But boyfriend? It sounded almost absurdly youthful, like something teenagers called each other while making questionable decisions under moonlight. Yet somehow, Katherine made it sound important. Sacred, even. A private declaration that belonged only to us. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Her eyes widened dramatically, as if I had suggested something truly outrageous. “You don’t know?”

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

“A nickname. People who are in relationships have pet names for each other, right?” “You can call me Kai.” I said, even though the nickname was only used by people who knew me very well. She shook her head, “what about Mal?” “What about no?” I said, laughing at the crazy name. Mal. “Boo?” I raised my eyebrow, “no.” “Lover boy?” She said playfully. “Seriously?” I laughed. “Then I’ll start calling you hotshot.” She shook her head, “no, call me babygirl. You called me that once before.”

he repeated. “That’s his nickname,” I explained quickly. “Just like how I call you Mike, or hubby, or honey, or sweetheart.” Before I could blink, he closed the distance between us and pressed me gently against the wall. My breath hitched. “Are you flirting with me,” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, “after laughing with another man?” “What? No!” I protested, confused. “I wasn’t—” He leaned closer until his breath brushed against my neck. “Sweet scent,” he whispered.

I thought of an idea. "Baby." He stopped eating. "Baby... Sweetheart, honeypie, sugarplum. Please stop getting mad at me." I said making a funny cute face. He started laughing and I joined him. "You really know how to make me laugh. Sugarplum.. seriously? You have an old fashioned way of calling your boyfriend pet names." He said still laughing. I frowned with my hands on my waist. "You think I'm old fashioned." He shook his head. "No.. You just a little bit of touch to make you more...nasty."

Nick replied to me and I couldn't help but laugh at his mischievousness. "Let's play a game to spice up this bond of lust between us. What do you think, my love?" Nick asked me in a very sensual voice. I couldn’t help but feel excited because of what he said, I always love playing games with the boys. "What kind of game, my love?" I asked Nick and just giggled because of the endearment I just called him. Well, if he thought he's the only one who can be naughty then boy he's wrong because I can be mischievous too.

I asked him. “Don’t call me Cleoffe.” “H-Huh? Then how do you want me to call you? Prince Cleoffe? Sorry, I forgot to use the— “Babe. Call me babe.” He said, not taking his eyes off the road. “W-What?!” “I’m your boyfriend now so you should call me babe when we’re together.” “But…” “Didn’t you have any endearment with Lucifer before?” he suddenly asked. “E-Endearment?”

I hated the fact that I get lost for words whenever I'm around him and then he gets the upper hand. “But I have to say Miss Edmund, your standards in naming are truly questionable. The nickname you come up with for your boyfriend is cheesy enough. I didn't take you for the type, I mean you're always so serious.” He says. He really had to go there didn't he? Also was he trying to say that someone like me couldn't love? Also what boyfriend? I call my son sweetheart, what's so wrong with that? Then it clicks, he has no idea that I was talking to my son, he thinks I was talking to my boyfriend.

“Damn, I am one lucky bastard.” I blush and smile gently, “I take it you approve then babe?” I say giving him a little nickname. He keeps calling me darling and sweetheart, and that southern draw is such a turn on. I want to be that kind of comfortable with him as he is with me. I’m rewarded with another full tooth grin and he saunters over to me, “Babe, huh?” “Yes. Problem?” I say batting my eyelashes at him. Roxie is snickering in my mind. She is encouraging me to flirt with our mate and loving every second of it.