Pick Up Line For Boyfriend Novels & Stories

there was sound of crashing in the background and me giggling "I like you face, I like your body, I like you ass, it's a hot looking ass, I like your cock. It feel so good..." I sounded as if I was listing of things about him I liked. "I like that you called me your boyfriend in the cafeteria. So now I claim you as mine too. You are my boyfriend. I have two boyfriend is that weird...." I giggled again and drank something from the sound of it. Probably some more God forsaken wine.

“You’re his successor. That’s sexy.” I covered the flush in my cheeks with another drink. “Come on, baby. I’ll make it worth your while.” “I don’t need money.” “I’ll make it worth your while in other ways…” His blue eyes were so confident, so cocky, and so beautiful. “I have a boyfriend.” His hard stare didn’t flinch. “You want another one?” “I don’t cheat.” “Then do you want a better one?” “You aren’t boyfriend material.” “How do you know?”

He chortles and shakes his head in amusement. “I'm so bored I can shove a stick up your ass and won't feel shit,” again, out of the blue. Everything feels so wrong today. There has to be something in the air. “Does your boyfriend know you like asses? What, aren't getting any action?” I hurl him a glare. I've never gotten any action, nothing new except the fact that I have a boyfriend now and he doesn't want to touch me. Doesn't his dick work? I get turned on anytime I see him.

I pull away from the hug to see a look of shock on his face. "My boyfriend, hey?" I pinch his cheek, "I think it has a nice ring to it."

The post had a new reply. [OP LLLIN: God, I'm so pissed! Her boyfriend was THIS close to spilling and she cut him off!] [FFFYEP: Don't sweat it, you're just getting started. The more nervous she gets, the more it means she's hiding something dirty. Keep working on the boyfriend. Men are easy—a little wine, a few compliments, they'll spill anything.] [Y: Yeah sweetheart, from what you said her boyfriend sounds pretty nice? Is he hot?]

“Eyes on the road.” I laughed. “How am I supposed to focus when you look like that? You’re stupidly handsome, your body is ridiculous, and you manage to make something as boring as taking off a suit look p**n-level sexy.” His sigh came out low, almost like a growl. “I don’t know what to do with you.” I leaned in just a fraction, refusing to waste an opening. “Easy. Be my boyfriend. I’ll stroke your ego daily.” One eyebrow arched. “How exactly?”

He placed his hand on my cheek, I could smell the watermelon from the drink that had spilled and it was somewhat intoxicating. He pulled apart but still remained inches away from my face, "Be my boyfriend." he breathed.

“I’m serious. I think the universe sent you here to meet me, so I could experience true love and know what it feels like to be seen. To be loved by a hot American, to have a handsome boyfriend.” “A boyfriend?” I nod. “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend.” “Who says I’m your boyfriend?”

I might choke, I need grass! "Please stop, I might die if you keep smiling like that." I said seriously then he sat next to me. "Okay, okay, I'll stop since you can't die on me, until I unleash my sexiness." He beamed and winked. Ugh, the pick up lines. Jeez! "Shut up, get outta here. Ecklis is outside." "W-Wait, are you kicking your boyfriend out?" He gasped. "Yes. Move it, dude." I rolled my eyes. Yup, know your limits brat. Food is everything. Just kidding, I'm only teasing though. It's so cute when he takes it seriously. He's like a depressed puppy.

“Now go, save the world, and kiss your boyfriend after.” I hung up and squared my shoulders. Kiss my boyfriend after. No problem.