Your Boyfriend Fanfic Novels & Stories

His eyes were deep, questioning, as if he was trying to figure out if I was serious. He pulled out of me slowly, but didn’t move from where he was, his weight still pressed lightly against me. “Are you really fine with this?” he finally asked, his voice low and unexpectedly seductive. Something in his tone sent a thrill through me, and I bit my lower lip, fighting back a smile. Of course, I wanted this. The idea had been in my mind for longer than I cared to admit. I nodded, a playful smile curving my lips. “It would be fun to have an intimate relationship with my mom’s boyfriend,” I said, the words almost daring him to react.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Micah. Just go to work and come home fast so that we can get back into your bed.” Micah’s eyes roam over my face with a quiet intensity. With a husky voice, he leans close and asks, “Okay. So what will you do?” I wave my hand and shrug my shoulders. “I’ll probably go back to Maleah’s shop and help her out. She and Hunter seem to have become serious.” Micah rolls his eyes. “I saw that she and Hunter were going pretty hot and heavy at the bar the other night.” A giggle escapes my lips as I bend my knee and rock side to side. “Looks like lust is in the air.” Micah scoffs at my comment and moves back into the bedroom. “I have to get dressed.” I follow behind hi

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate.

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

There was no response. Just silence. Her unease grew, then he leaned closer, one hand coming down against the wall beside her, caging her in. Her breath caught. “I am not lying,” she said quickly, the words tumbling out. “You have already done enough, and you are my sister’s boyfriend. I should keep my distance.” Her voice faltered at the last part, her gaze dropping. “I never said you were lying,” he replied lightly. “So why do you look so guilty?”

he gently pushed me away, and stood firmly on the ground. “I can be you friend, no, best friend, no, boyfriend…” his lips slowly curled up into a smile and I followed. “What’s a boyfriend?” we flinched on a voice and saw Elinor standing right before us. Has she forever been there? Did she see us k---kiss? I gulped in fear and turned back to Azrael, I'm sure she wasn’t here when I turned around. When did she manage to sneak in? “Elinor… a boyfriend is the man who loves your mama!!” Azrael rushed in her direction. “I knew you loved mama!!” she giggled in her sweet voice.

" He's not your brother! Then who is he to you!" "He is ..." He's my boyfriend." Cassie answered her loudly with a guilty conscience. The girl was surprised, "You guys... The age difference between the two of you is too big! Little girl, you're not lying to me, right?" "I'm not lying, he's my boyfriend." Cassie said very confidently. The girl's eyes were filled with disappointment, but also a tinge of shrewdness. Even though the young girl in front of him was as beautiful as a doll, how could a man like him like a little green Plum Blossom?

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.

At his words, the Capo stiffened as the full import of what the old man was saying hit him. “What do you mean, you have not seen him since Wednesday?’ he snapped. Ria reached for his hand and stroked him gently, saying, almost apologetically., ‘ My boyfriend is a little upset, he wanted so badly, to meet Erin.’ Boyfriend? thought Philippe in astonishment and felt his manhood harden as she went on stroking his arm, gentle swirling movements, absently enough but making his blood pound and rush straight to his large, thick c*ck which strove to be erect.

Let me be by your side, please. "You already are," I whisper. He denies, "I don't want to be just another acquaintance. Actually, I want to be your boyfriend. My eyes widen. My only boyfriend was Julian, my beloved Julian. I flatly deny. "I don't want to be your boyfriend to impose or smother you. What I really want is to be that boyfriend who will gradually win your heart, without breaking in or causing harm by breaking in. Now, with the moon, the stars and this tree house from which I hope new stories will be formed, will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" asks Daniel.