Flirty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

“We’re dirty. This is the easiest way to get clean.” She raised her brows. “Did you forget I can’t swim?” A playful grin covered his lips. “Then I guess you’ll have to hold on to me, won’t you?” She rolled her eyes, but tightened her hold on him just in case. “You know, you’re lucky I’m so patient.” His flirty grin turned into a full blown smile. “I know. I love you. All sides of you.” “Flattery will get you—” She sighed. “Oh, alright. It works. Especially if you promise me some of the awesome stuff you do with your tongue.”

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.

He was probably thinking what a lame pick-up line that was. I had to explain myself so he would not misunderstand. "You are literally taking my breath away. Asthma, remember?" "Oh! I see. You're lucky, you're so beautiful," he mentioned, hand trailing my face. "Yeah, so try not to suck me in okay?" "Okay, I won't." I clung my arms around his neck, this time dragging his face down until his lips were leveled to mine. I brushed my lips on his, and he gently responded this time while being careful.

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful. Now I know why you haven’t gotten out much. Every eligible male in the pack will be lining up to see you.” “If you think flattery and a couple of really bad pick up lines are going to win my affection, you are delusional.” I push his hand away and cross my arms. Some guys are so irritating. “Hmm. I didn’t expect you to be so stiff. You must be mated or already have a chosen mate. I was just flirting.” His tone changes to curiosity instead of seduction. I must say it’s refreshing. Maybe I won’t have to deal with him making moves on me all the time.

It doesn’t look right on him somehow and I don’t like him seeming so Mr Nice. Yeah, I know I am screwed up. I don’t trust good guys or the act of one. ’Eww, don’t!’ I put my finger in mouth and mock vomit at his attempts. ‘Cringe isn’t your style and you definitely need work on those chat up lines,’ I eyeroll dramatically. ‘Tell me what works for you and I am all in.’ It’s a low, husky definite flirt mode. The charm and jokes are making me uneasy, narrowing my gaze at him with warning that I am onto his weird little game, even if I don’t know what it is.

Getting done with the bickering of the two and trying to avoiding shooting his two men between their eyes, he stood up and walks towards the bar. The stools are still empty and she has her chin sitting above her balled hands. "Oh, hi, what do you want to drink?" She asked lively. "Would it be available if I ask to drink your cum?" With those vulgar words he said, she just laughed it off and shrug. "I'm sorry but my cum won't satisfy you, say an ice pick cat fish could wet your beak." "No, I'd have martini." He flirted using his eyes. He knows how he could attract women by just those dangerous eyes.

I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip, the alcohol burning its way down my throat. “So,” he said, leaning closer. “Whoever he is, he must be a fool to make a woman like you unhappy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?” “Did it work?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe.”

He asked with an annoying smile. "What?" The same girl asked. "Your flat body." He grinned, winking at the insult. I don't know whether he thought this as a pick-up line or not but that was the biggest fails in the history of flirting.

“Of course. Keep it.” “Thanks.” “Leo?” “Yes?” “How do you flirt?” “Flirt?” “Yeah, to let a guy know you like him, and stuff.” “Well, guys can be pretty stupid when it comes to that. You almost have to hit them over the head with a stick.” “But, how do you do it?” “Oh, different ways. Smiling at them, touching them, looking into their eyes. Complementing them. Just being honest works best. Like, ‘Hey, I like you, want to go out?’”