Your Boyfriend Game Peter Fanart Novels & Stories

My hard cock was under her and I just wanted to sink in that tight pussy. I haven't though of any have you?",boy names I'm stumped but he would be here next month so we only had limited time. "Elijah ",she mumbled touching my cock and I groaned. "Jason",I mumbled back sticking a finger in her pussy and finger fucking her tight little pussy making her whimper. I loved how responsive she is to every touch it literally turns me on knowing I can excite her so much. She moaned and turned to straddle me and sink in her tight little pussy making my cock happy. She gasped as I pushed in balls deep growling it felt incredible in this position.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

he said and walked out. The room turned silent for a while — I could almost hear our neighbors moaning. “Ryder is a great guy.” Peter broke the silence. “He's funny and so my type. Too bad he refused to become my fake boyfriend.” That broke the last form of restraint I had. “Ryder is a fucking asshole! There is nothing to like about him!” “I don't get why you guys are always fighting. He's the coolest guy I have ever met.” That felt like an insult to my generation.

Finally, Peter's voice came through, languid and satisfied, as if he was still basking in the afterglow of the earlier events. “Hey, Ryan, calling me this late—what’s up?” he asked with a lazy, casual tone. I fought to keep my voice steady, though my emotions were in turmoil. “Peter, about the kid in the photo…” I paused, struggling to maintain my composure before continuing, “He’s the one I’ve been waiting for, my one true love at first sight.”

A groggy voice sounded and then the light was shut on, and then the door got shut quickly. “C’mon, I know you like it.” The groggy voice sounded again touching the shoulder of a boy sitting on a chair and stroking his dick. It was Peter, he was bisexual, no one hated him cause he hid that he actually liked men and since he liked ladies too, it was easy.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

he spoke with a deep voice. Damian smiled and climbed on the platform, facing him. He put his hands on his waist and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You're the cutest boyfriend ever, you know that?" Peter nodded his head, “I know, baby. I know,” "I love you," Damian smiled before kissing him intensely and passionately this time, closing the gap and deepening the kiss. "A lot of fans say that our relationship isn't real. I read some comments, and they think all we do is just fanservice," Peter pouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you, is that why you left me in the cabin stranded?" I glared at him, folding my hands around my chest. "No, that's not…" "Babe, what are you doing outside?" I heard Hanna's voice from out the hallway before I saw her. "Oh, I see you've met each other." Hannah said. "You know him?" I frowned. "Yes, this is my boyfriend, Colleen and Collen, my roommate, Allison." She smiled I blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. "Nice to meet you,"

I thought of how I’d saved every penny each month, draining my own life force to heal my packmates in exchange for precious energy crystals, just to send them to him through secret channels. I thought of how I’d rejected every worthy Beta in my own pack, all because I believed in the man I’d chosen as my Fated Mate. It was all one big, terrible joke. I collapsed onto the plush carpet, my eyes drawn to a massive portrait on the wall. I froze. In the painting, Declan was dressed in black royal robes, standing beside Celeste in a white gown before a statue of the Moon Goddess. Under the watchful eyes of the Elders, they were exchanging eternal vows.

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.