Smut and imagines

❤️B.P❤️

Night

I was sleeping when I heard rocks being thrown at my window.

I got out of bed and looked down to see Boris.

"What the..." I said to myself as I opened the window.

"Boris?" I asked.

"Y/N, can I sleep over?" He asked as he crossed his arms

I was gonna say go home, when I thought about it.

Maybe he got into another fight with father.

"Ugh...Sure." I said.

I went down stairs quickly and quietly to open the front door for Boris.

"Boris?" I asked as I looked around.

He popped out of nowhere and said,

"Hey."

"Hi, come in." I said as I moved to the side a little.

He walked in and I closed the door behind us with lock.

"Come." I said as I lead him to my room.

He followed behind.

Once we entered my room, I sat on my bed as he laid on the floor.

I looked at him.

Admiring him.

Me and Boris have been hanging out for 4 months now and I have a little crush on him.

He's humorous, hot, and he understands me.

Unlike anyone else.

"Here." I said as I gave him my other pillow and an extra blanket.

"Thanks." He said as he took them.

He looked at the pillow.

"Have you...you know." He asked.

"BORIS! Why would I give a pillow that I've done...THAT?" I asked embarrassed.

"I don't know." He said as he laughed.

God, I love his smile and laugh.

"What ever! You probably wanted that pillow anyways, you pervert!" I said as I laid down facing the wall, embarrassed.

"Maybe..." He said under his breath.

I blushed, but pretended I didn't hear that.

"Goodnight Boris." I said as I closed my eyes.

"Goodnight Y/N." He replied.

I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't.

I kept hearing him breathe from his mouth, which I obviously imagined him making those breathing sounds when he does things.