#boris pavilikovsky smut

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𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕻𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖔𝖛𝖘𝖐𝖎 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙

Pairings - Boris Pavilikovsky/Reader, Reader & Theo Decker, Boris Pavilikovsky & Theo Decker, Reader & Boris Pavilikovsky

sorry if this is inaccurate. i haven’t seen the whole movie through, so if i’m missing anything, feel free to tell me! (in a nice way please!)

also, listen to Take Me to Church when i tell you to. it’s such an aesthetic 🤤

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗

(𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍)

theodore and y/n kicked stones as they walked to theo’s friend boris’s house. y/n just asked where she could get some good crack, but theo insisted that he take her to his house.

i guess you could call her a slut. not a bad slut, if that makes sense. it’s just that if she could get sex, she’d take it. she wasn’t roaming the streets screaming that she was horny and wanted some.

when she heard that the drug dealer was a “he,” she was immediately intrigued. that’s why she didn’t want theo to take her.she figured if he just gave her directions, she could get there, and if the topic came up, then things would happen. (hopefully)

once the siblings arrived to the house that looked almost abandoned, y/n get a sickly feeling in her stomach. she thought that this was gonna be some poor old guy who lived for selling drugs.

most people do live for selling drugs, but y/n was picky. she only liked to buy from teens who sold drugs a a side-job from working at a gas-station or something like that.

they stepped onto the porch and theo knocked. it took a little while for the guy to answer. after about two minutes they heard bottles smashing and someone crash into the door.

they took a step back, expecting the door to fall down, bu it didn’t. After hearing what they thought was one-hundred locks unlocking, the door finally opened to a tall, lanky figure with a ratty, curly, black mop on his head. y/n would’ve thought he was a vampire from how pale his skin was. 

he turned and picked up an umbrella out of an old urn he used as an umbrella holder beside his door. he opened it and stepped outside to meet them.

“what’s with the umbrella?” y/n had to ask. maybe he really was a vampire. if she hadn’t seen that he didn’t have any fangs when he started talking, and the fact that she didn’t believe in vampires, she would’ve believed that thought.

“don’t want skin cancer…” the boris boy answered bluntly. the red tint of his bloodshot eyes gave y/n the impression that he was high. he sounded, russian? she couldn’t really decide between russian, ukrainian or polish. by that didn’t matter. as long as she got her crack, maybe a little more, she didn’t care. “what do you want?”

“cocain. if you have any.” she answered.

boris walked toward the back of his house. y/n looked to theo and he pushed her. “follow him!” 

she caught up to him and the turned the corner. he opened a lot to a plastic barrel. he dug his lanky-fingered hand in and lifted out a clear plastic bag with a yellow sticky note on it. the sticky note had a C on it. it looked about three-quarters full, which was a lot for y/n.

the crack was pre-smashed, which she didn’t ask for. she saw that in the top of the barrel were pills in a bag with the same C on it as the crushed crack had.

“i can crush it myself.” she said, pointing to the pills.

“don’t want a pretty woman to over work herself, do we?” boris responded, clicking his tongue.

y/n was flustered. she didn’t expect him to say that. although, if he didn’t say anything her whole visit, she would have. she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks in the form of a deep rise red blush. they made intense eye contact, making her deep red face redder, if that was even possible.

“let’s not get kinky while i’m here.” theo added.

“then leave.” boris said, not taking his eyes off y/n’s.

theo stuttered, then ran out the door.

“what do i have to pay you?” y/n asked, not daring to move an inch under boris’s daring gaze.

“the rest of today.” boris’s undecided accent made y:n tense up. yes, she really wanted this, but she didn’t expect him to immediately make her wet with four small words.

“done.” 

(play Take Me to Church)

boris rushed over to the girl and immediately kissed her lips, roughly. she kissed back, taking off her thin jacket to reveal the scars of where she had stabbed the needles full of the poisonous pleasures.

he threw the bag of powder aside and put all of his attention on her. how her lips moved on his, how his moved on hers. how he gently bit down on her lip, forcing her to open her mouth, giving him access to her mouth.

he slipped his tongue in her mouth. she moaned his name, making him harder by the moment. the vibration of his name being moaned by a beautiful girl made him ecstatic.

he had never felt this much pleasure this early into the deal. he had many customers, to all which he asked for sex, no matter the gender.

he began to take off his black t-shirt, revealing his skinny, pale torso.

y/n took off her shirt, with the help of boris, revealing her old, red bra. he reached behind her and unclipped her bra, making her gasp and the cold air that hit her breasts.

she took off her leggings, taking her lips off his, needing more. she took the off quickly, eager for their lips to meet again.

they kissed again, their tongues fighting  for dominance. boris won and stuck his tongue so far back into her throat she moaned again, almost gagging. 

boris got impatient. he grabbed her hips and tapped twice. she jumped and he walked to his bedroom.

he obviously didn’t have the nicest bed, but it was definitely broken in. they slammed down and 

y/n began to pull off his jeans, revealing his black boxers.

boris grabbed y/n’s throat, making her gasp and widen her eyes.

boris smashed his lips on hers again, making her put her focus into his lips.

she reached for the band of his boxers and stretched it. she let it go, making it slap against his skin.

boris moved his cold hand from beside her head to on her stomach, holding her down. she whimpered at how cold it was, but she loved it. she wanted more; she couldn’t wait anymore.

she grabbed his boxers again and slid them off, showing his huge erection. his member slapped his skin like his boxers did when she let go.

they stopped kissing and her gaze lowered to his member.

“lick it.” boris’s raspy voice demanded.

boris stood on his knees as y/n lowered her body so she was staring at his crotch.

“lick it, детка” 

she didn’t know what he said, but she obeyed. she grabbed it with her hand and lowered it so it was level with her mouth. she wrapped her lips around it.

he immediately let out a moan.

“fuck. more. more, детка.”

she allowed more to enter her mouth. her saliva coated it. boris threw his head back in pleasure.

he began rocking his hips back and forth, shoving his length into her mouth more. she gagged, but enjoyed it.

after many minutes of giving boris a blowjob, he finally came with a series in moans. she swallowed all of it, and he slid out.

“my turn.” y/n said, lowering her lace underwear, showing her heat.

his eyes went wide, like a kid looking at candy.

he scurried to his bedside table and pulled out a condom from the drawer. he ripped off the packaging and slid his cock in.

“you ready?” he asked.

y/n nodded. he aligned his dick up with her pussy and shoved it in, causing them both to moan and squeeze their eyes shut.

he began to rock in and out, with each one a moaning of each other’s names erupted from their mouths.

“faster. faster, please!” y/n screamed.

he pushed in and out as quickly as he could, wanting the pleasure himself. if he teased her, he’d be teasing himself.

the moans only got louder, soon turning into screams, and back into moans. 

seeing boris on top of her, throwing his head back could make her cum. 

his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier until he couldn’t thrust anymore.

oh, how she wished he would cum inside her. instead he came in the condom. the knot in y/n’s stomach quickly snapped, and she came on him. her cum made his length even warmer than it was with his.

he fell to the side, still moaning. once he was done, he spoke in shaky, stuttering words, “will you buy more often?”

“definitely.” y/n said, huffing and puffing.