PLEASE BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY 😭💔
Wherever an enemies to lovers, fuck with hate, I don't know (sorry if you don't understand me, English is not my first language 💔)
Boris pavlikovsky x reader
Summary: Reader is theo’s little sister, and a bit of a preppy brat. After Boris spends endless nights at theo’s house he finally gets fed up with theo’s bratty sister
Warnings: smut, hate fucking, p in v, fingering
Boris was at theo’s house again. For the millionth time this week. They were sitting in the kitchen, eating chips, when you had walked in.
“Theo have you seen my charger?” Your voice was whiny, but that’s how it always was.
“No.”
You scoffed. “I know you’re fucking lying. I’ll tell mom.” “I didn’t take your charger!”
You opened your mouth to respond but Boris interrupted before you could do so.
“When angry you look like uh, angry popchyk, da?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “God, you talk like an idiot.” His broken English, and his weird accent getting on your already annoyed nerves.
“I talk good enough to get point across.” Laying his accent on even thicker to annoy you further.
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. You guys are losers” you walked away off to your room
Later on, it’s 11 am, you stumble to the kitchen to fetch a drink. Dying of thirst. You didn’t expect ether of them to be awake. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes right before yanking the fridge door open. The glow of the fridge illuminated your face.
“What you do up, this late?” Boris voice making you jump a bit. You turned your head toward him. “I could ask you the same.” Boris smirked hearing your tone.
You grabbed a bottle of unopened water from the fridge. The crack of the water bottle opening breaking the short lived silence.
You only had on a short pink night gown. You saw out of the corner of your eye Boris checking you out.
“You ever touch yourself?”
Your head snapped toward him. “What?” Disbelief in your voice. “You always so tense.”
“Yeah because you’re always at my house.”
Boris tugged you closer to him by your waist. “So do you?” “Do I what?” “Ever touch yourself?”
You let out a shaky breath. “Sometimes.” “This week?” “No…”
“See that is issue.”
Boris hands were already under your night gown. His hands on ether side of your panties. “Can I?” You nodded. He slipped your panties off. He slide you onto the kitchen counter.
He bunched your girly pink nightgown up to sit around your waist. You felt two cold fingers tease your slit. “Already so wet? Because me?” “No. You’re an idiot.” “Hot idiot though, da?”
He slowly pushed two fingers in. They weren’t thick but they were long. They curled right at that spongy spot that made you moan. “Feel good?” You nodded letting out a shaky “uh huh”
His fingers worked fast, and between every couple of sloppy thrust with his fingers he’d make sure to curl them. You didn’t last long. The room filled with squelching sounds from your slick.
“M’ close” you whined. His thumb rubbed tight circles onto your swollen clit, begging for attention.
With a final moan you finished onto his fingers. He worked you through the orgasm. He pulled his fingers out. You whined from the lost of contact. He slipped the fingers into his mouth.
“Tastes good. We take this to bedroom?” You nodded and slipped off the counter. You led him to your bedroom. He closed the door.
You slipped off your night gown and tossed it. Boris pushed you down onto the bed, and unbuckled his belt, slipped off his jeans. You whined. “You’re taking too long.”
“Hush up, brat.”
“Brat? I am not a brat.”
He positioned his angry red tip at your weeping entrance. He slowly pushed in. You gasped at the sheer size. “Oh my gosh”
“What is issue?” He saw your furrowed eyebrows, and slightly gaped mouth. Thinking something was wrong.
“No- no, it feels, good.”
He slowly thrusted in and out letting you get use to the size of it, before his thrusts become quick and hard. You swore you could feel him in your stomach.
“So bratty earlier, you squirm now.” Boris’s voice gruff.
“You’re so stupid.”
“Me? Say you, who wear dumb pinky frilly crap all the time.”
“It’s called style, e-ever heard of it?” You stuttered through your sentence.
Boris’s thrust became quicker as he became close to finishing it.
“You feel so good, brat.”
“Gonna come, gonna come” you whined out before moaning loudly. Finishing on his cock. He groaned, finishing right after you, he stilled inside of you. Shooting his seed into you.
He waited a moment before pulling out. A creamy ring around the base of his cock. He took a tissues from your night stand. Cleaning you and himself up.
He kissed your cheek. “Sleep well… brat.” Tucking you in before dressing and leaving your room in case Theo woke up and wondered where he was. Couldn’t have Theo finding out he fucked his bratty sister. He already thought Boris was gonna fuck his step mom.
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Side note: I was so excited to get my first request. I understood your English perfectly btw. I tried to copy Boris’s broken English but I don’t know if I did a good job 😓 I also went slightly off track with the request.