Your Boyfriend Game Fanfiction Novels & Stories

as he jogged over. “You came,” he said, breathless, cheeks still flushed from the game. "I thought you'll be tired after making the trip back." “Of course I did. I wouldn't miss my boyfriend's game.” He smiled wildly and there was no mistaking the genuity on his face. "Your boyfriend. I like the way that sounds coming from you. You should call me that more often." Then his hand brushed mine, not quite holding but not casual either. “The guys are heading out to celebrate,” he said. “But… I’d rather spend the night with you.”

“Whether I have a boyfriend or not, it’s not going to happen.” A subtle grin moved over his lips. “I can already tell how complicated it would become if we went down this road.” “Why does it have to be complicated?” “You seem like the complicated type.” He smirked. “You’re the one playing games, sweetheart.” “Games?” I asked incredulously. “I told you I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested.” “No,” he said. “You are interested, and you’re using your lame boyfriend as an excuse. Don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

It didn't even investigate if he was really my boyfriend. "I'll include him in this game," he teased. “Don't touch him. He’s not my boyfriend! ” I was admitted out of time. “He just pretended to be my boyfriend to stop me, that’s it. But we didn’t. We didn't have a relationship so don't put him in this wheel.” He never answered me again. He simply ordered his companion to pick up Caleb's mobile phone to contact him. Is he really serious? “What am I stupid to believe you? You just want to protect that man!”

I have tasted him, fucked him, he put himself into a deeper hole but calling me his boyfriend. Therefore I would not let him go. I glance at Luca “He is not a fuck boy Luca. He is my boyfriend” Ll.

"You're impossible." "And you're a hypocrite." "Excuse me?" "You send half-naked pictures to your boyfriend, but you lose your shit when a girl talks to me?" My mouth fell open. "So what?? You think I'm going to keep waiting for you?" "You're still waiting for me, Queens, and I'm going to reward you tonight." My heart stuttered. I didn't know what to do with that information. "This is insane," I said, shaking my head. "You're insane. Why do you like playing games? Why one minute you want me and the next you push me away? Just fucking leave me alone. I'm done with all this and I have a boy…"

I turned at Derrick, “Why are you following me?” He raised a brow, “Follow you. I wasn’t. I was just looking for the spoon.” I folded my hand under my chest, “Why are you looking for it in the same place I am?” “It’s just a game.” His eyes moved to my chest again. Annoyed, I glared at him, “Stop looking at my chest.” He laughed, “I’m your boyfriend, I think I have the right to look at your chest.” This guy, “You’re not my real boyfriend. It’s just a contract relationship.”

He said, "I am one and you'll marry me someday anyway. Hmm, if you're going to marry me then that makes you my boyfriend." I said teasingly poking him but he ignored me and continued playing his game. I sighed and said, "If I beat you on that game, we'll be friends?" "You can't play this, you're a girl. Girls can't play videogames." He said, "Excuse me?" I scoffed, "Now you're really challenging me."

So I tune him out and carefully watch the line of men looking down at me. “So,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel, “what happens now?” Ilkay shifts his weight, cracking his knuckles. “We know you won’t stay away from our sister,” he says. “And apparently the little shit won’t stay away from you.” He pauses, glances sideways at the others — silent consultation — then continues. “But we feel you need to earn the right to call yourself her boyfriend.” That word hits like a spark. Boyfriend. They scowl in perfect synchronization. I, on the other hand, can’t stop the satisfied grin that tugs at my mouth.

“So, where is your highly irresponsible boyfriend?” Killian's gaze was intense enough to drill inside my head. I sucked in a sharp breath. “He couldn't make it.” “Such a shame.” Amusement danced on his lips as he stepped closer. “But are we truly talking about your boyfriend? Or a meaningless date?” What kind of a game was that? And what was he trying to achieve? I ground my teeth. “Does it matter?” He breathed out a chuckle. “I suppose it doesn't as long as he's not here.” I forced myself still as he studied me. “May I know your name?”

Saint gives me pissed look, "Listen, boyfriend... you can boss me around when we're fucking, I really like that, but that's about it. You can't just tell me what to do all the time, even if you know everything." "So, you’d rather play video games with the guys than going upstairs with me? We could kiss some more," he offers, his voice dropping and his embrace becoming a little more intimate, pulling me even closer to his body. I gulp and try not to literally tremble. That was really hot, "Cuddle for a bit, then try to have some really quiet sex but failing anyway..." I'm weak as hell. "Fine," I agree, biting down on my lip. My dick is already hardening, "You win."