Black Out Days (Boris Pavlikovsky x Reader)

Oh fuck my ass!

Boris's Pov

My eyes were wide open. I couldn't believe Kiska did that, it was hot. But shocking. Very fucking shocking. And now we might be fucked.

Y/n's Pov

I'm like fucked. Like completely fucked. Why did I do that? To late to ask now dumbass you did it.

"We go to my house" Boris huffed out as we ran down the street. I nodded but stopped running to catch my breath. "We have to go" Boris urged, I rolled my eyes "Of course it's easy for you you're stick man, and stick mans can run forever" I stated and he chuckled sarcastically before pulling a dead serious face. I rolled my eyes and continued to jog.

- (Time skip)

We arrived at Boris's house it was around mid day, we didn't take the bus.

Boris slid the houses sliding door open and we both entered. His dad wasn't home I assume at work. I kinda just stared at the floor for a bit "What are you thinking about Kiska?" Boris questioned, I looked up and met his chocolate eyes "I think I needa leave. But only for a little bit" I stated his face contorted into one of confusion "Why?" He asked "Are you fucking with me? Why?! I almost killed someone!" I yelled, before quietly exhaling.

"Sorry. I just, I also feel like I just need to leave this place for a bit" I huffed out sitting on the arm of one of the couches. "Well I'll come with you." He said walking towards me, I looked up at him "No. No I need to do this alone Boris. Besides Theo is still here" I added he grabbed both my hands, "I'm coming with you, you can't leave me" He stated seriously, I removed my hands out of his grasp. It's not like I didn't love Boris it's just that sometimes I feel disgusting around people, like I just can't deal with how close they are to me physically and emotionally.

I heard Boris huff in agitation and walk away, I looked up and saw him opening he fridge and grabbing a bottle of vodka taking a swig of it. He then walked towards me and sat on the couch beside me, I yawned "I'm gonna go to sleep" I stated huffing before getting up off the couch and heading upto Boris's bedroom, I heard the sound of vodka being chugged down as I walked lethargically up the stairs.

When I reached his room I opened the door, his room reeked of alcohol and his cologne. It was intoxicating. I was so tired I just fell on his bed and before I knew it I was asleep.

- (time skip)

*bang*

I groaned lightly and opened my eyes, I rubbed them. I saw Boris standing in front of me, he looked angry, he also had a black eye. His dad came back home. I knew it.

I sighed and crawled across the bed and got off it, I gave him a sympathetic look and hugged him tightly, I heard him begin to breath heavy. And then he pushed me off him roughly.

I landed on the bed so it didn't hurt at all "Uhm what the fuck was that for" I whisper yelled at him, he just threw a viscous look at me before he quickly climbed over me and gruffly grabbed my throat. I struggled to form words from the pressure, I attempted to grab his hands off my neck but that didn't work. He had such a hurt yet pissed off look on his face.

I was struggling to stay conscious, I lightly brought me hand up and cupped Boris's cheek, a tear slipping from my eye onto the sheets. His facial expression changed to one of shock and he let go of me. I was breathing and coughing heavily attempting to regain a normal breathing pace. "Are you fucked in the head cunt!? You could have killed me!" I screamed at him, I didn't give one fuck if his dad was still here.

Boris just slipped down the wall and began crying. Dude what the actual fuck is this? Oh my fuck if I have to comfort him after he just chocked me I- I literally can't. I sighed heavily, and stood up, my feet were kinda tingling. I slid down the wall beside Boris and I slowly removed his hands from his face, he looked at me with bloodshot eyes. He must have gotten high as well.

I moved my position from beside him and sat on his lap so I was facing him. I took his hand in mine and wiped his tear stained face, I then brought his hands to my lips and kissed them. He was just staring at me, taking in my actions. I then violently pinned his hands onto the wall beside his hand beside his head, he then looked shocked but amused. I leaned forward into his ear "I swear to fuck Boris you try some shit like that again, I will chop your dick off and feed it to you" I harshly whispered to him, I leaned back and saw the smirk that was prominent on his face.

I chuckled at him before pinning his hands above his head with one of mine and gabbing a random bottle that was lying on the floor, smashing it, I grabbed a shard of glass and looked back a him who had a slightly more shocked expression on his face.

I put the shard of glass to his neck and leaned into his ear once again "Silly Boy" I giggled digging the glass slightly deeper into his skin "Just because you're hot does not mean I won't kill you" I stated before pulling away to see Boris with a red face looking intimidated. I laughed at this throwing the glass to somewhere on the floor and dropping his hands that were above his head.

I got up off him and sat on the edge of the bed just staring at him. My eyes travelled from his face to his pants where I noticed a rather large tent. "Really? Wowie" I sniggered at him. He was a fucking cunt, honestly fuck him. And fuck his dick.

He was still staring at me "What? I don't give a shit if your dick is the size of an evion bottle. Deal with it yourself" I stated getting under the duvet again. I heard Boris sigh in frustration before getting up and closing the door harshly.

- (10 mins later)

I didn't fall asleep, I wasn't that tired. Well I was. To be honest I was a little scared. If Boris actuals pulls shit like this again I just, I don't know. I get why he's angry but just because I love him doesn't mean I won't fucking kill him.

I heard the slight creak of the door opening before it shut quietly. I didn't turn around but I heard a bunch of fumbling around before I felt a weight other than my own of the bed. Slowly a pair of hands clasped around my torso and I began to hear sobbing. I lightly turned to my other side to see Boris crying into my lower stomach "Shhhh it's ok" I hushed coiling my hands in his silky hair.

I didn't really know why he was crying. But I care for Boris. I might not love him yet. But I care for him. A LOT.

"I'm so s-sorry Kiska. I didn't mean mean to h-hurt you. I was just angry at m-my dad" Boris spoke in between sobs. I shuffled downwards so I was face to face with Boris. I cupped his tear stained cheek and wiped a tear falling from his eye with my thumb "It's ok" I exhaled softy looking in between each of his eyes "I know" I sighed kissing his salty lips.

They were soft, and warm. It wasn't heated, but I knew he just needed human touch. He needed to feel subconsciously free. I know what it feels like. To wanna burn your skin off, and others too.

I just get it.

AN: Sorrehhh. Ik Ik. Mother has been busy BUT I KID YOU NOT THERE IS THIS GIY LIKE 2 GRADES ABOVE ME AND LOOKS ALMOST IDENTICAL TO FINN. It's insane. But yea we sexted. It was fun. Bye bye.