drugs [boris pavlikovsky x reader]

four

punishment
not pleasure

when y/n got home, her parents asked her where she was. so she told them
y/n pov
"i was with this boy i met at a party" i say attempting to get past them
"what. is. his. name." my father said angry
"boris. nothing to you." i say pushing past my shithead father.

i go up to my room and pack everything i need. i throw on a tight spaghetti strap white tank top, and some black sleep shorts. my father yelled for me to come down because my grandparents were here

i pull a t-shirt over my tank top, too revealing.
i come downstairs and talk to my grandparents for a bit. my dad kept insulting my older brother with them around. hurt a lot. when they left i stood up to leave when my father said:

"you played granddaughter"
"yeah well you played shithead father. like always" i drag out the s and leave the room.

i come downstairs with my backpack in my hand, tank top on about to leave

"you're not leaving with that tank top on missy" my father says, holding a cigar and puffing it.

"watch me."

time skip to boris house

i come into borises house not giving a fuck about who's there
"i cant believe my father. 'you're not leaving like that missy'" i mimick his stupid voice as i set my stuff down. boris isn't replying so i call his name

"boris?" i look around. i hear moaning from upstairs. i gently walk up the stairs to hear boris and some skank fucking. loud.

i sit with my back against his door. i place my hands on my forehead
idiot idiot idiot
i wanna rip my hair out when i hear
"y/n" boris moans out. my heart stops. the girl he was fucking, slapped him. i heard it. they stopped having sex and the girl got up to leave
"kotku!" he yelled.
so the skank has a name? i hid behind a  corner as the girl left in an ugly tube top and low rise shorts, angrily.

i knock on his bedroom door and he opens it.

"oh- you're here." he says flustered, he runs a hand through his curly hair.

"how long have you been here-" i cut him off by saying
"too long" i say going into his bathroom and turning the shower on

3rd pov

boris cups his face with his hands, sighing. did he really just moan y/ns name during sex; AND she heard it? what the fuck.

boris sat in his bed, outside the bathroom. he heard little noises here in there, not sure what they were though, the water was running.

he heard the faucet turn off. the girl came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she put on her previous outfit.

boris changed the sheets and everything, ridding the room of the smell of sex.

"i should have told you about her" boris says solemnly

"maybe you should have told her about me. considering you moan-" y/n starts, but boris cuts her off

"i know i know! don't remind me." he said seriously.

"what was her name again? kuckto? costco?" y/n saying leaning into his face

"kotku." he whispered, embarrassed.

"to think i carried you around all night the other day. to find out you have a girlfriend" y/n angrily states, getting up in his face
boris grows red, attempting not to snap

"she isn't my girlfriend. just some stupid whore." he says, wiping cigarette ash off his jeans

"i could punch you right now" y/n says, anger pulsing in her veins.

"say that again?" boris says quietly, demanding.

y/n goes silent.

"didn't think so" he pulled her mouth up to his.

"you should take a shower. you smell like whore" y/n quietly says, her face practically hugging his. he ripped his hands off her face and gets in the shower.

he gets in the shower and turns the faucet. he notices something strange,
now listen
his shower has a main shower head, and a handheld shower head, which boris doesn't use. but it was turned on.

borises eyes lit up when he realized why it was on. he smirked, and finished his shower.

when he got out, y/n was innocently staring at her phone when she looked up, boris was standing there::
completly naked. in a matter of seconds she was pinned to the bed, her phone falling on the ground

"i know what you did in there" boris says, their faces so close

y/n looked shocked

"you orgasmed in my shower without me" he said huskily, pointing to himself when he said me and my

y/n kept quiet, she attempted to hide the fact she was turned on.

"now" boris says tugging on y/ns tank top
"you're gonna pay. punishment" he says into her ear.
y/n nods

boris begins to leave lovebites on her now unclothed chest, wet spots coating the purple marks

he plays with her underwear band, then suddenly he pulls her down and sucks on her inner thigh, leaving a trail of purple marks on them. boris takes a good look at y/ns underwear

she's so wet he thought. he smirked

suddenly he stopped.
then he got dressed and lit a cigarette

"what the hell boris? what was that"
y/n groaned, genuinely angry
"i'll tell you what is was, torture. fucking torture." y/n said, crossing her arms.

"now you know how i feel" boris said puffing the cigarette.
"what did you think really? that i would reward you for using my shower head to orgasm? no no, i said punishment not pleasure. don't get them mixed up darling." he took the cigarette out of his mouth and left the room.

y/n was furious. she had craved human touch for a whole year! but obviously boris didn't know that.

a/n sorry for the short chapter. i tried my best
i'm gonna try to format my stuff differently