hey queen since ur reqs are open could you write smth abt boris teaching reader a few words in his language and she gets turned on pls😛😛
of course pookie😘😘
say it//boris x !fem!reader
summary: you want to learn a bit of Russian, and your boyfriend boris is helping you.
warnings: swearing, f1ngering, slight degradation, !minors DNI!
not proof read
lowercase intended
“pleaseee”, you beg using your best pouty face. boris rolls his eyes and laughs, “why do you want to learn so bad.”, he asks as he lights a cigarette, leaning against your headboard. you crawl up in front of him from the end of you bed, “so i can understand it when you speak to me in Russian.”, you say with a smile as you look at him. he looks down at you with a smile, “what if i don’t want you to know what i say to you,hm?”, he asks taking a drag of his cigarette. “cmon bor, just a few words.”, you say leaning up and plucking the cigarette from his lips before placing it between your own. “fine, but only a few, yes? what do you want to say?”, he asks taking the cigarette back from you as you exhale smoke. you smile excitedly, “hmmm how about, hi my name is y/n?”, you ask. he laughs, “that one’s simple. you say, ‘привет, меня зовут y/n’.”, he says in a fast voice. you copy his words, severally butchering the pronunciation. he laughs, “yeah almost.”, he says putting the cigarette out on the ashtray. you think for a moment, “oh oh! i know, what about that thing you always call me? what does that mean and how do i say it? i think it starts with an L.”, you say trying to remember. he raises an eyebrow at you, “we have entire different alphabet from american alphabet. you thinking of ‘л’. is like,”, he makes a “el” sound. “okay okay, but how do you say it and what does it mean?”, you ask him. “you say like, ‘любовь’. it mean like, ‘love’ or ‘my love’ in English.”, he tells you shrugging. “awww you do loveee meee.”, you tease him. he rolls his eyes, “yes, i do love you but, is not my favorite thing to call you.”, he says with a light chuckle to himself. you raise your eyebrows curiously, “what’s your favorite thing to call me then?”.
he looks at you with a smirk, “мне нравится называть тебя маленькой шлюшкой”, he says with a laugh. you crinkle your face in confusion, “what does that mean?”, you ask suspiciously. he laughs and shrugs, “is secret.”. you hate not being able to know what he’s saying, but in a weird way you also find it incredibly sexy. you roll your eyes, “boris.”, you say slightly annoyed. “да, маленькая шлюха?”, he says with a smirk. you disregard his last two words and perk up, “oh oh! i know ‘да’, that means yes!”, you say feeling proud of yourself. “very good.”, he says with a light laugh. you engulf yourself with his praise, “thank you, thank you.”, you say taking a small bow. he looks you up and down, “what else do you want to know?”, he asks. “i don’t know, just keep saying things and telling me what they mean.”, you say shrugging. he smirks, “тебе нравится, когда я говорю по-русски?”, he says looking at you suspiciously. “you lost me, what does that mean?”, you ask with a laugh. “i say, ‘do you like when i speak russian?’”, he says raising an eyebrow and smirking. you blush and nod yes. he chuckles, “why do you like so much?”, he asks with genuine curiosity. you smile and shrug your shoulders, “i dunno, it’s just kinda hot.”, you say embarrassed. he smirks and puts a hand on your thigh, “yes?”, he’s asks looking you up and down. you feel yourself getting goosebumps from his touch, “yes.”, you say quitely. he smirks almost evilly at you, “lay down, we continue our lessons, eh?”, he tells you. you look at him confused but do as he says. you crawl beside him and lie on your back, turning your head to look at him. “you keep practicing how to say ‘yes’, understand?”, he asks leaning up and looking over you. you smile at him, “да”, you say with a giggle. “very good. now, remember to keep practicing when i ask you questions. ты хочешь, чтобы я прикоснулся к тебе?”, he says, still smiling down at you. you look at him for a moment, confused by his words. however, you decide to do what he told you to do, “да”, you say confidently. he moves his hand up and down your thigh, his movements sending chills down your back. he speaks again as he moves his hand closer to your core, “ты хочешь, чтобы я прикоснулся к тебе здесь?”, he says as he continues to trail his hand up, now playing with the waist band of your shorts. your breath hitches as you answer, “д-да”, you stutter. he smirks and brings his free hand up to your face, “i think is enough learning for today, you want these off?”, he says pulling at the waist band of your shorts. you nod frantically, trying to control the rubbing of your thighs. he looks at you squirming and laughs, “ok ok, i take off.”, he says as he slides down your shorts, lifting your hips to take them off fully. he inspects your pussy, only your underwear separating it from the cold air. he slides a finger across your slit and pulls it back, a line of your wetness still connecting the two. he raises his eyebrows, “if i know you like the russian so much i would have speak it more.”, he says sticking his finger in his mouth and licking off your juices. “boris”, you whine, your core feeling painfully ignored. he chuckled, “okay, okay.”, he slides off your underwear in a quick motion. he spreads your legs apart and and begins tracing circles on your clit. “fuck.”, you moan as he continues his movements. “look at me”, he says sternly to you. you shift your head up to look at him and he immediately connects his lips with yours. he shoves his tounge through your lips, licking the roof of your mouth as he continues rubbing you. he disconnects with your lips as you let out a moan into his mouth. he smirks at you before slowly replacing his finger with his tounge. you moan loudly, running you fingers through his hair, “fuck bor keep going”, you moan out of breath. he brings his fingers back up to your clit and trails his tounge down to your entrance, moving it quickly inside and out. you feel a knot growing in your stomach as you move your hips up and down against his touch.
“boris, fuck- boris i’m gonna cum”, you mange to squeak out in between moans. he uses his free hand to tap your thigh twice, signaling his permission. you hold your breath as you come undone on his face, a loud moan escaping your lips as you do so. your body is filled with a wave of pleasure as he continues tongue fucking you while you ride out your high. you moan loudly once again as your legs go limp. he looks up at you smiling with a pussy drunk expression, “you like?”, he asks breathing heavily. you look at him with a smile, “да”.
A/N: i hope this is what you had in mind!! thank you for the request<3