Hot Guy Snapchat Novels & Stories

I scrolled to his bio. Hi I’m Gabe! I like long walks on the Miami beaches, Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. My temples tensed subconsciously at first and then with an irritated squint. No wonder he had picked my bio- we were practically twins. Does he really think this works, I thought. Attractive guys can be so naïve. This bio is going to work well in his future blog post. I had almost stopped reading at the end of the sentence but something drew my eyes to the rest of his bio.

He inclined his head toward the bottle of beer. "That looks good." He shifted his gaze to Sophia. "Got another one under there somewhere?" "Coming right up." Sophia pulled one from the cooler and placed it in front of him, doing her thing with the napkin again. Mr. Sexpot lifted it to his lips, tilted his head, and took a long swallow. Kristin couldn't help staring at the play of muscles in his throat. God! How long since she'd been with a man? Too long, if she was ready to jump a stranger five seconds after laying eyes on him.

"When did you become a snitch, anyway?" "I'm not." He says. "I just like getting my way." I take a fat gulp of water and give him an are you kidding me look. Andree turns his phone around to reveal a snapchat story. 4 hours ago Sierra <3. It reads. It's a video. Of the boys singing. I freeze, my eyes widening. "This doesn't look like a party." He smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "How do you know Sierra?" I ask, intrigued.

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While I was waiting for my soup, someone texts me and I see that it was Dan. "Gosh, what now?" There was a photo of his sent via Snapchat and something was off about it when I clicked on it. *click* My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets. My brain: WTFWTFWTFWTF There he was, holding his humongous d! ck in his hand and his tongue out. It was a perfect mirror selfie as he hashtags my name around his pelvis and says, "Soon you will be here, baby girl." "Goddammit! I can't even have food in peace!" Hissing at myself, I growl and take deep breaths in.

Richard starts aggressively, breathing heavily, like he's being chased by a cheetah, he begins to strip off. I can't help but stare into this majestic feature, which is chosen to worship my body in a few minutes. “I can't stop him now” I wonder what I should do at this point, watch him, or disrobe myself too. My breath fastens as I lay my eyes on his naked feature. Huge, dominating and unbelievably sculpted. My thighs clench, my lips widened in numbness. Richard is alarmingly huge. All I can do is just stare. I watch him as he goes down to his knees, again, my heart fastens. He bows to my feet and begins to kiss them.

Reluctantly, I retrieved my phone and saw the name of the very annoying man displayed on the screen. This guy called Superman Jr. on I*******m sent me a lot of messages, including Hi gorgeous! Are you free? Can I see you tonight? I shouldn't have asked because I already know the answer will be 'nothing' because you won't reply to all of my chats. By the way, I'll see you at school then. Goodnight, gorgeous XOXO, and lastly, the heart emoji.

“Ooooh. Mystery person?” I grab the phone before she can peek. Connor McLeod added you on Snapchat. My stomach flips so hard it’s embarrassing. Simone catches my expression instantly. “Oh my God. Who is he?” “Nobody.” “That’s a lie.” “It’s literally just a guy from the bar.” “A guy.” Her grin turns wicked. “Interesting.” I roll my eyes, trying way too hard to sound casual. “Don’t make it weird.” “Too late. You’re smiling at your phone like you’re in a N*****x rom-com.”

A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off, hitting record. We upload snippets to my private Snap story—the one where only my closest friends, including my boyfriend Tyler, can see. It’s my little corner of chaos: cute selfies mixed with the occasional thirst trap. Tyler loves it; he’s always the first to view and respond with fire emojis or something dirtier. Luca knows about the story too—he’s on it, though I keep the racier stuff timed just right so he might miss it. Or maybe he doesn’t. Whatever.

More cheers erupted, encouraging me on. Smiling softly, I strutted towards the stage. I wrapped my hand around the cold metal, all the while maintaining eye contact with the hottie. From up here, I finally got a more proper look at him. He was dressed in a black suit, no tie, shirt undone just enough to expose the sharp cut of his collarbone and a hint of tattoo ink peaking beneath. And his face? Expensive jawline, thick brows, and the kind of dead-serious gaze that could turn your knees into soup.