Your Boyfriend Peter Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Ava asked curiously. Peter instantly smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What? It’s a secret.” A faint blush crept across his face, making Ava narrow her eyes at him even more. “Whatever she told you,” Ava began softly, “you know you don’t need to win my heart… you already have it.” Peter’s steps slowed slightly as he looked at her. “Really?” he asked quietly. “But I’m not your boyfriend.” “That’s because you’re my best friend,” Ava replied with a small smile. “You’ve known me longer than anybody else.”

A moment later, Mia looked at the person resting his head on her shoulder, his hand still holding her tightly: "Peter, you said to focus on work?" Peter still eloquently replied: "That will improve work efficiency even more." His arms wrapped tightly around her small body. Mia: “…” Although she felt helpless towards this man, her heart was still very sweet, she tolerated him as he tolerated her. She reassured herself that recently, Peter accepted an invitation from a famous university in the field of art, and had a lot of contact with students, so he was a bit unstable. Mia is so proud to have such a talented boyfriend, with the comics he created, and how many paintings he drew, he exhibited

Fuck, I hate this. I look down at my phone and blow out a breath of fresh air when I see the picture she just sent me. It's of her and Peter. He is holding her, awfully close, and has a great big old smile on his face and I know just the reason why. Her cleavage is literally right next to his glasses. Can't say I blame him but I don't think I have ever been jealous of one of my students before. I laugh at the caption she sends when it pops up. Meet my new boyfriend

Damn, my skin feels like it's scorching. "How was the dance?" I ask Peter. Peter smirks. "Fun." He calls the bartender and orders another shot. "Although I wish Eren wouldn't have let me enjoy it by myself." I laugh. "It's true, then. You're not interested in any girl, Eren, even just for fun." Maybe he's indeed different from my brother. I don't know how to feel about it, but I think that it's a good thing. One thing I don't like about Peter is that he's a complete player. But as far as I know, Peter plays only if the feeling is mutual, only if both parties want no strings attached. He wouldn't play with a good girl.

"Ahh.Will.William! " A few blissful minutes later "Ugh. I'm gross. I need a shower ." Cassie said, staring up at the ceiling. Next to her, a rather proud historian was slipping back in bed after making a naked beer run to the kitchen."Aww.. look at my little Twinkie!" "What...are you talking about? How am I a Twinkie?" Cassie glanced sideways at her boyfriend. Why did Will have to come up with random weird pet names? "cause you are golden and cream filled." He grinned wolfishly and was too proud of himself for the crude pun.

he said. "I have to." "You don't have to. You want to." "Same thing." "It's not." I put my pencil down. Looked at him. "Thank you." "For what?" "For believing in me." "I always have." "I know. I'm just not used to it." Cole sat next to me. "Get used to it." The first piece was a drawing of Cole. Him on the ice. Skating. Puck on his stick. Eyes focused. The motion. The energy. The power.

My presence alone was so powerful that he instinctively trembled as a Beta. "You… How can you… You're only an ordinary Omega, how can you have this power?" he asked in a trembling voice. I turned to look at the man I dated for seven years, and I felt nothing at all. The guilt, unease, and the hope for a lifetime together had vanished. "Liam, we have nothing to do with each other anymore, so I won't answer you," I said, my voice so calm that it surprised me. Liam seemed to realize something. The pressure he had felt when we first met had not been an accident.

Ryan watched him with ill-concealed dislike, waiting impatiently for him to pull out whatever tricks he had in his arsenal … and he did pull out a lot of them. First, Peter produced pictures of him and a young-looking Becca in various lovey-dovey stances and poses. In these pictures, she must not have been more than twenty, if even that. Worse still, Peter had pictures of Becca in various stages of undress and nude pictures of her, but in all of them, she seemed to be unaware that her picture was being taken.

"This is why you always lose, no imagination at all. Our father gave you everything because he knows what an idiot you are and you won't survive our world." "You can't be mad I'm SIMPLY the favorite son!" Peter was well aware of how it irritates me. "One of these days, maybe sooner, I will succeed against you and be the next brutal king!" Peter smiles as he begins to spout more nonsense. "How about a trade! You give me that pussy over there and you can have any country under me." Peter's voice didn't slur as he says this, for I know he's now starting to want Baby as he kept on eyeing her. Baby's body language were giving off too much information. Everyone is hungry for some meat in this room