boris imagine!
aged up to 17/18
you guys, i'll eventually get to b, trevor & tyler.
inspired by an imagine i saw a long time ago but can't find.
"so she just... sleeps with you, in return for affection?" theo asked.
boris nodded, chuckling lightly.
"of course! i mean, it's win-win. i don't see problem." he shrugged.
"well for starters, you know how fucked up she is, also- you're basically just using each other." theo explained.
boris thought for a second, "ah! well then i like being used!" he smiled, "& so what if детка is fucked up? i help her out while she help me. all is good."
theo sighed, taking his glasses off & pinching the bridge of his nose,
"what if she get's attached to you? what're you gonna do then, huh? boris no offense but you & i both know you aren't capable of maintaining a relationship."
"can you calm down for one second? she will not get attached." boris argued.
"oh she won't? how do you know that? did she tell you that-"
"because we made deal. she sleep with me & i give her affection. we both satisfy needs. that is all. & for your information, i can maintain relationship." he interrupted theo.
theo laughed sarcastically, "no, no you can't."
boris rolled his eyes. "just 'cause you have yet to seen me in one, does not mean it is impossible!" he punctuated the last word.
"yeah okay. don't come crawling to me when she catches feelings. or better yet, when you catch feelings." theo stated.
boris scoffed, "boris does not catch feelings."
theo laughed, "sure, yeah. whatever you say."
he said, causing boris to push him lightly.
"maybe you're just jealous." he cackled,
"ah-hah! you are!"
theo shook his head, "i'm not, i just think y/n's a nice girl. i wouldn't want you to ruin that."
he was genuine, theo only saw her as a friend.
& he didn't want boris to fuck her up even more than she already was. he knew this was a bad idea.
"hmm okay."
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i lied in boris' arms, feeling his limbs engulf me.
i snuck into his room, needing someone to hold.
he hummed some song, staring up at the ceiling. i buried my head into his neck, enjoying the feeling of his curls rubbing against my cheek.
"boris do you think i'm pretty?"
i asked. im not really sure what i was looking for, i just knew i liked the feeling of being held.
"of course, very beautiful."
he said, closing his eyes as i trail my hand to his hair.
"with my clothes on or off?" i chuckled, knowing he only cared because i was sleeping with him.
