𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. imagines [ discontinued ]

taste ( b.p )

y/n looked around the
cafeteria for an empty table to sit at.

She was known as one of the
'outcasts', with her parents dead and
only her alcoholic sister taking
care of her.

Life was basically shit.

y/n sees a table but it's
been occupied by two boys. They both
looked familiar to her, since they're
both from their class.

She walks up to the table
and sits down, receiving weird looks
from both boys.

"Hey I'm sorry, there's literally
no empty table around here and my feet
hurt like shit" she complained.

"It's fine" the boy with glasses said.

"What's your name?" the lanky
boy with a thick russian accent asked.

"I'm y/n." you replied.

"Boris"

"I'm Theo" greeted the boy
with glasses.

"So y/n, why are you alone?" Boris asked.

"Eh people don't really like me here
for some fucking reason, but I don't really care
anymore." she replied.

•••

The three now were over at Boris' house
smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.

"Welp, I gotta go guys. Dad
said to be home by 8 for our 'family dinner'." Theo stood up and takes his dog with him.

"Woah, never heard of that before"
y/n laughed making the other two
laugh as well.

"Okay, later potter!" Boris waved as
Theo closed the door behind
him.

As soon as the boy left,
everything became silent. There was always
some kind of tension ever since y/n met Boris.

The two just focused on the screen in front of them as they took hits from their cigarettes.

Y/n tilts her head a bit
to look at the boy beside her. From up close,
he looked really pretty.

"Why are you staring at me princess?"

She wanted to look away from
embarrassment but a sudden feeling of
confidence grew in her.

"Well, you look really hot" she said back.

This statement made his head
snap at her way and he gives her a smirk
before taking another hit from the cigarette.

"I'm sure you're the hot one here" his thick
Russian accent lingering in his voice.

The two stare at each other's eyes
for a moment before they both lean in and
soon their lips touch each other.

The taste of alcohol and
nicotine in her mouth felt bittersweet
to the girl as she smiled into the kiss.

The kiss gets more intense
as Boris was now on top of the girl turning
into a full make out session.

Their tongues fighting for dominance
as y/n pulls onto the locks of his hair a bit making the boy slightly moan at the gesture.

He moves down to her chin and
kisses down to her neck.

A loud noise of the front
door shutting loudly breaking the
two apart from their kiss.

"Shit, My dad. You have to go.
He'll kill me."

y/n grabs her coat and the two head
downstairs as Boris covers her a bit for her
to escape the back door.

She hears his father say something
in Russian and Boris replies back to him, his eyes still locked onto the girl through the glass door.

She gives him a final glance before
running out of the back door. She passes
by another window and she saw something completely horrifying.

Boris was pushed onto the ground
as his father beats him with his cane, kicking and bruising him until he couldn't even walk that night.

The sounds of his cries
hurt y/n, as tears slightly fell from her
brown eyes but she knew that she couldn't do anything about it, leaving the boy that night.
Hoping he was going to be okay.