Your Boyfriend Visual Novel Game Novels & Stories

As if his ego needed further boosting, turning his lover into a begging mess certainly did the job. Wrapping his arms around the other, bringing the slender girl back against his chest, William let his hands wander. He felt the quivering anticipation of the blonde's musculature, flexing abdominal and obliques. Each breath, withering and shuddering, pleaded for the satisfaction only he could provide. "but if you insist," he all but purred against Cassie's ear as he pushed inside agonizingly slow. 'Oh! My ah Will! ..." Cassie couldn't help it. She held onto Will's muscular arm and let the man's hand have her about the neck and waist.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

I answered lazily almost sleepy. "You don't know .." he trailed, "But I do. I'm your boyfriend now. I'm yours and you're mine. What we did was not fucking, I call it make love. I'm starting to feel something towards you, and I'll make you feel it too, so stop denying me. Be fucking proud because you're the real deal. Hon, I am falling .. please stop dodging away. " JOJISSI

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.”

I gently traced his jawline, then up to his nose, giggling softly when I passed over that little crook he somehow made look perfect. Aiden Cross. My boyfriend. The title was beginning to sit more comfortably with me now. I snuggled closer into him, feeling smug. “I see you’re done staring,” came his husky voice, his arms wrapping around me. I nearly jumped. “I see those movies don’t lie after all,” I muttered softly. “What are you saying, Nova?” he asked with a small laugh. “I’m saying good morning.” I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling away almost immediately.

I said with a small laugh to lessen the tension. “Yeah.” He nodded, returning back to the image he was scrubbing on his paper. “So did you finally do your research about the game?” I tried striking a conversation cause I know how weird my boyfriend is. He isn’t the all chatty type. You could simply call him an introvert. And that’s one reason I love him because he’s the only one unique guy I know. “Yeah, kind of just a few reviews.” He shrugs while focusing on his drawing.

, I said as I went in slowly for one of the last kisses I'll ever get from this fine specimen of a boyfriend. I didn't realize tears had begun to drop from my eyes until I felt his hands come up to wipe them away. Feeling his fingers on my face, I don't know when I broke into tears as he tried to shush me by swinging us side to side. The movement seemed to soothe me and I looked at him teary eyed and saw just how broken this had left him. " I don't want you to leave but as much as I want to tell you to stay and as much I want to be able to keep you locked away. I know its not possible because right now, The Lock is bigger than us"

I haven't finish my greetings when she suddenlt yelled like she saw a flging cockroach. "Why didn't you tell me that you already have a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend! You're so unfair!" "Boyfriend? What are you talking about?I dont have a boyfriend. My only boyfriend is the fictional character Zeke Alejandro." "That's the thing, his name is Zeke Alejandro and he's looking for you here at the sea shore." I almost dropped myself onto my seat upon hearing my crazy besrfriend. Zeke is here. "What?...okay... Amira, he said he missed you and you owe him an explanation." I quickly run towards the seashore, nonstop.

He cupped my face, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to look at him. "I’m past being in love. Now, I’m obsessed. Now, I must — and will — mark you. Completely." My breath hitched painfully in my chest. "Enough with the stupid games," he murmured, his forehead brushing mine. "Let's make it a lifetime game." "A... lifetime game?" I echoed weakly. "Yeah," he said, his voice like velvet and sin. "I'm going to be honest with you, Syra. I will have you — no matter what.

For the seven years that my boyfriend, Jason Carpenter, has been suffering from an avoidant attachment disorder, he has never once initiated a conversation with me. It doesn't matter whether I'm discussing something major or trivial with him. His only responses to me are either "1", to mean that he agrees, or "2", to mean that he disagrees. Even when I hold up a pregnancy test showing two lines right in front of his face, he merely hums in a flat tone before turning around and heading off to work. My best friend, Stella Powell, once tried talking sense into me. She said, "A man like that is worse than an air conditioner. He doesn't care whether you're feeling hot or cold. What's even the