Your Boyfriend Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ariana could see the invisible smoke coming out from his ears. "Answer me Zachary" she said. Zach clenched his fist tightly. He took a long and harsh deep breath and he ran his fingers through his damp hair. "My sister told me about it" he stated. "I'm just wondering how my dad will feel when he finds out that the 'perfect' girl that he chose for me is secretly going out on dates" Zach smirked. Ariana chuckled. "I also wonder how your dad will feel when I tell him that you're still with your horrible girlfriend" Ariana said with sarcasm.

At last, Elliot and I are together. Isn't that just a beautiful dream that I would want to keep holding on to forever? Elliot Allister is now my boyfriend. And how I wish that this dream wouldn't just end. In my dream, after several years of waiting, we have finally made it through the uphill battles just to be together. And now, can I just stay like this? I am afraid to wake up, knowing that once I open my eyes, everything will just disappear in a blur.

“Noah…” “I’m deadass,” he said, voice low. “One blowjob. I eat your pussy out until you can’t think straight. I’ll tease you stupid with my dick, slide it through your lips, rub your clit with the head, but I won’t go inside. No penetration. Just… pleasure. You deserve to feel good after that bullshit.” My breath hitched. Heat flooded straight between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek. “You’re her boyfriend.” “Not for much longer,” he said flatly. “And even if I was—this isn’t about her anymore. This is about you.”

“Because you love me and I know you're sad. So we're trying to pull you out of your funk.” I paused. “Who’s we?” “Oh,” she said casually. “Me and my boyfriend.” My brain glitched. “Your what?” “My boyfriend,” she repeated, dragging the word out like it tasted strange in her mouth. I sat up. “Hold on. You have a boyfriend?” “Yeah. A real one, not a fling. A full-on, hold-my-hand-in-public boyfriend.” I rubbed my temple. “Who are you and what have you done with Darcy?”

Did you do it? His mouth bent again, but it wasn’t a smile. It was cold. And if I did? My heart is defeated. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. What are you going to do, Naomi? Will you run to Henry and tell him your boyfriend is a fraud? Tears stung my eyes. I just want the truth. “The truth?” His eyes sparkled. The truth is, you wouldn’t even be in that company if it weren’t for me. You wouldn’t have that nice desk, those projects, that new title. I made you. And now you want to bite the hand that fed you, right?

His co-doctor just insisted on joining him over dinner while waiting for his boyfriend Heath. Speaking of the boyfriend, Heath strides in the cafeteria—unconsciously gathering all the nurses’ attention. “Maybe it’s a wrong idea to join you after all.” Kei says, already cursing silently to everyone who is gawking at his boyfriend. That made him chuckle. “Frustrated already that you have a handsome boyfriend?” “Handsome my ass. He’s mine and I say his handsomeness is only mine.” Now, that made him out loud.

” Damon ~”The thing is, I am not your sister's friend, damn I can't stand the woman. Skye ~”Well she is going to wish that she was dead, you all have been lying to me.” Damon ~”That is not the only thing we have been lying about.” Skye ~”What else are you bunch of assholes lying to me about?” Damon ~”Me.” Skye ~”What do you mean you?” Damon ~”I am actually your boyfriend.” Skye ~”Holy shit, my boyfriend is the hottest ass in town.” Not quite how I was expecting that to go, but wait she is not done yet.

I allowed him time to think and let him spoke his mind but when I heard his next words, I was caught off guard. "--- What I mean is that you don't see me as your boyfriend.” At this point, I was not sure what to say anymore. So I drawled, "Well, no---" Yet before I could even finish what I was about to say, Alex already cut me off. “But I am! I am supposed to be your boyfriend, right? That is why I was made; to be someone’s boyfriend and since you bought me—“

Because if he got too close he would want more — more proximity, more openness, more of me — and every lie I had told was becoming heavier by the day. “No,” I said. “Come on, Noah. Please.” He shifted toward me slightly. “I won’t touch you. I just want to be close to you.” He paused. “Why are you always pushing your boyfriend away?” The word landed somewhere in my chest and just sat there. Boyfriend. “I’m your boyfriend,” he said again, softer this time, like he was trying the word on and finding he liked the fit of it.

Over time, my secret crush on Marty slowly twisted under layers of restraint and endurance. From simply wanting him to acknowledge me as the older one, to now—wanting him to kneel at my feet and call me "Master." … On the last day of military training, a fox beast-man from our year suddenly awakened as an incubus. The entire crowd erupted. My best friend poked my arm and pointed at a boy in the distance who was shyly trying to hide his tail.