𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵

TW— abuse

— Boris has a bathroom in his room —

[ Y/n ]

Boris and I were watching a movie together in his bed, mostly making out but occasionally looking at the tv screen.

Boris was in the middle of telling me how much he loved me when the front door opened. His eyes went wide as he pushed me into his closet. "Do not come out until he is gone." 

I sat down and looked through the slots. Boris's door opened and his dad came into the room. I held my hand over my mouth and stared.

There was talking when all of the sudden Boris was shoved to the floor. He tried to get up but his dad stepped on his head. I started to cry as I watched.

There was shouting and then Boris stood up. The tone changed and was now low talking and then a loud slap. Boris's feet were planted in the spot he was in.

Boris was suddenly lifted off the ground, not by much but he was still behind held up. I assumed he was being held by the collar of his shirt or his throat.

By now I was practically sobbing, my hand pressed over my mouth for dear life. I listened to Boris get hit and pushed around and another five minutes until finally, his dad dropped him and left.

Boris landed on the floor like a rag doll, completely limp. I pushed the doors open and ran to lock his bedroom door.

I then ran back over to him and laid his head in my lap. I looked at what his dad had done to him. His nose was bleeding, his eye was already turning black, he had handprints on his face, one side of his face was muddy (probably the side his father stood on), and his neck was bruised.

I cried and ran my fingers through his hair. "It's okay Boris, I'm going to take care of you." I whispered, some of my tears dripping onto him.

"Bath?" He whispered randomly. I nodded and got up. I put a pillow under his head while I ran into his bathroom to fill up his tub.

I cried while filling the bathtub up. Boris's arms wrapped around my shoulders. I leaned into him, placing my hand over his own.

"I'm sorry you have to live like this Boris." He kissed my head and sat down next to me. "Is nothing we can do about this... As long as you are with me I am happiest guy in the world."

I put my head in my hands and start to cry again. I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't stop. Boris kissed my head several times before I finally composed myself. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that I love you a lot. I would just- fucking die for you Boris. Okay? I want to marry you and have kids with you. I want you to live an extremely happy life."

Boris smiled and turned the water off. "Have kids with you would be... Ah, what is it. Dream come true." I smiled and nodded. "I agree." Boris leaned his head against mine.

I leaned back against him and held his hand.

After a few minutes, I helped him undress and get into the tub. "I would feel better if you didn't have a shirt on." He pouted.

I laughed and took my shirt off. Boris smiled, staring at my simple black bra. "This fit your boobs well. Are they comfortable?" I shrugged. "It's more comfortable then the pain of walking around without a bra sometimes but I don't wear it when I don't have to."

He nodded and I scrubbed the dirt off of the side of his face. "So you have cotton in your ass and bra so your boobs don't bounce. That is not effective though because I watch your boobs all day long." I laughed and shook my head.

"First of all, Tampons do not go in our asses. Second of all bra's are worn for lots of reasons. It just depends on the person I guess."

Boris nodded. "Why do you wear them?" I sighed and wiped the blood off his nose. "So when I walk or run, they don't cause me any pain." Boris's eyes went wide.

"They hurt?!" I nodded and laughed. "A lot. Being hit in the boob is probably almost as bad as getting kicked in the nuts. It's serious. Plus, when you walk if they... Move too much... That can hurt too. That's why when I'm not wearing a very supportive bra or just not wearing a bra at all, I put my arm under my boobs when I run downstairs."

Boris laid his head against the tub and stared at the ceiling. "Oh my god. If my dick hurt when I ran, I'd cut it off." I laughed and kissed his cheek.

After bathing Boris, I took care of any open wounds. There were a few, mostly on his face.

I was laying in bed with him, holding him close to me. Boris had his head on my boobs, constantly asking if it hurt.

Finally, he fell asleep and I was on the verge of sleep when he shifted the wrong way and I let out a quick yelp.

I covered my mouth and prayed I hadn't woken him up. His head was pressing down WAY TOO HARD and I was on the verge of tears.

Luckily, my squirming bothered him and he moved again. I took a deep breath and sighed, placing my hand in his hair. Jesus, he's more dangerous to my boobs in his sleep than when he's awake and roughhousing.