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Taglist: @fxchild
Tw: Abusive parents [On both sides], Addiction [Mentioned*]
[Have to mix it up a little, because I'm sure some people who followed before the gravity falls/non-gravity fall related stuff are sick of seeing it- I'm sorry to those people; Please don't leave 😭😭😭 It's also crazy because I have a blog that's dedicated to Gravity Falls and I'm not even posting on it-]
💊🍺This guy is so insensitive. Like does not care about anyone but himself. He is so selfish and you despise him for it. He grosses you out and he gives you like serial killer vibes, so you try and stay away from him
💊🍺 He knows how you feel about him, but as stated previously he doesn't care about that. In fact, he has deluded himself into believing that you're just playing hard to get. He has the ego of a god and believes that everyone likes him- Or at least is attractive to him. In reality, it's just a way to protect himself from getting hurt, so he puts himself on a pedestal, so everyone's words don't touch him and he can never be hurt; At least, not verbally
💊🍺 He's very degrading to you, which makes you think he hates you. You're surprised when it comes out that he has a crush on you. His crush on you is mainly because he wants to be like you. He sees you as something perfect and he wants that- But he couldn't be further from the truth.
💊🍺 Your life at home is completely different than how you present at school. Your father is a drunk abuser who can never seem to control his anger and your mother is a drug addict always looking for her next fix. It was an embarrassment to be around them and to know that you are half of them- You can only hope you don't end up like them
💊🍺 Boris 100% stalks you, which is how he finds out about your double life. He's got to admit, he's impressed how well you hide it. He thought your parents would be classy rich people living in a big mansion or something
💊🍺 You and Boris end up bonding about the abuse. You don't like when he offers you drugs or alcohol and he doesn't do either around you, even if he wants to, because he doesn't want you to compare/see him as one of your parents. He wants to be your savior
💊🍺 He knows he's not great and that you deserve better, but he can't stand the thought of losing you. He will ruin any relationship you try and build outside of him, so you always come back to him. It took him long enough to get you to be friends with him, he's not going to lose you now.
💊🍺 Emotionally and mentally abuses you, and you don't even realizes it. He mentions how no one else will understand you like he does. He knows everything about you. Are you really willing to go through all this with someone else when he's right here willing for you? He loves you, despite all the shit in your life; Would someone else do the same? Just give in and love him, that's all he wants.
Inspired by this: Here by @ifangirlalot
Summary: Boris just asked you to help him steal some liquor- Not to fuck in the back of a car.
Tw: NSFW, Stealing [Which I condone], Underage Drinking, Car smut, Dub-con [Cause they're drunk]
Taglist: @fxchild
[God I really hope this is good... I don't feel like I'm good at NSFW, but idk]
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun."
You hum, looking away from him and towards the store. You looked back at Boris, frowning, "I don't know..."
"Oh come on, princess. It'll be fun," He taunts, grabbing your hand and pulling you close.
You look at your intertwined hands, before sighing and looking up at him. He knew he had you in the palm of his hands. It would just take a little bit of his charm to convince you to stop being a goodie-two-shoe and steal some liquor with him.
He clicks his tongue, before smirking. He fiddles your hands together, before caressing yours with his thumb. "Oh, you only live once, princess. Besides, if we get caught, I'll take the blame- I promise."
You take a deep breath, before sighing, "Fine."
He smiles, his hand grasping tighter than it was and dragging you into the store.
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You watched the aisles to make sure no one was coming as Boris swindled some Liquor and Rum. You felt a push on your back and looked at the perpetrator. He hands you one of the bottles that you quickly stuff in your pants.
Boris has to hold in his laughter, but lets you do your thing. He wouldn't put a bottle in his pants, but everyone's different. He grabs your biceps, leading you out of the store.
"Don't be suspicious," He whispers in your ear, knowing you were probably were one drop from breaking. Thankfully there was no one by the door, so you both booked it before an employee could catch either of you.
"Oh my god, I've never done that before!" You chuckle, pulling out the liquor from your pants.
Boris had never realize, but he likes this. He liked spending time with you and pushing you past your limit. It made him wonder how much farther he could get you to go.
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"I don't know Boris," You pushed his chest, causing him to frown. You sigh, leaning deeper into the car seat. "I mean... We're in a car. What if someone sees us?"
"Ох, куколка. Ты такой параноик."¹ He tells you in his deep accent, caressing your hands.
You hum, not paying him much mind. You didn't know what he said, but you were sure it was something to try and convince you. You hear him pop another bottle and hand it to you. You hesitated for a second before deciding 'fuck it' and taking the bottle and gulping it down.
Boris watched you, his eyes widen and a little impressed. You take a sigh, before handing the bottle back to him. You weren't much of a drinker, but luckily Boris was more than experienced in such an activity.
He grabs another bottle and pushes it towards you. You quickly chuck it down and he watches you intently. The liquor burned your throat, but you were quick to shake it off. You hand him the empty bottle and he throws it in the back. You hear it break, which causes you to flinch slightly. You look back to see pieces of glass covering some of the floor.
"I'll clean it later," He quickly reassures you when seeing your concerned face.
You frown, but ultimately don't comment. You continued to kiss him, fingers digging into his hair. You pull and grab at whatever you can. You were both desperate and needed, obviously. Your hands were sloppy as they tried to grip him.
Your finger untangled themselves from his hair and went down to his face and caressed his cheeks. You pushed him closer, desperate for his lips to stay on yours. You both finally pull away when needing a breath of hair
Boris sighed, caressing your thigh, as you lean against the seat. Your eyes slowly drooping. He leans in and slowly kisses your neck, which causes you to lightly groan.
He looks at you with dazed eyes, his lips swollen. He lets out deep breaths before looking at his back seats and then back at you. You knew what he wanted. You sigh, before crouching and crawling over the armrest and slamming your body into the back seats. He quickly follows behind you and pushes his body on top of you.
His fingers were quick to grip onto you. You could feel his fingertips graze across your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You'd never tell him in fear of his ego growing, but you love his fingers/hands. They were long and soft and always knew how to touch you.
Long, slender fingers were squeezing and grabbing whatever they could. His mouth was practically attached to your own as he continued to kiss you. He finally pulled back, taking a breath, before messing with your shirt. His mind was grodgy and his hands slippery. He struggled for a few minutes, before sighing and pulling a shard of glass from where one of the bottles and cutting your shirt.
You yelped, grabbing at the cut and squeezing it together. "I like this shirt." You look up at him frowning, which causes him to groan throwing the glass back on the floor. "Should you really put that glass there? What if it cuts-"
He slams his lips against yours to shut you up. His hands pushed yours away from your shirt and put his in the hole and tore it apart. His hands roam your stomach, before going up to your chest and fiddling with your bra.
His hands squeeze your tits, before licking your hard nipple. He then attaches his lips on it, sucking and kissing one while his hand fiddles with the other ball of fat. His hand squeeze and pulls at your tit, causing your back to arch and cunt to get hotter and wet. You need it so bad and it felt like he was teasing you.
"Please Boris."
He looks up at you, detaching from your tit with a pop, "Please what?"
"I... I need you," You whisper, which just makes Boris smirk.
"I can't hear you, doll. What is it?"
You turn away from him, your face turning a light pink. There's a few seconds of silence, before you turn back to him, your face now a dark red. "I need you. Please."
That was all he needed. He starts to unbuckle your jeans, before pulling them down. He quickly wiggles out of his own jeans and pulling off his shirt. Now you were both left in your underwear and Boris couldn't be any happier.
He stuffed himself inbetween your thighs, slowly kissing them up and down. He lips softly grazed your skin, creating a wet trail that lead to your pussy.
He fiddles with your panties, his hands slipping inbetween the fabric and pulling it. Boris used this opportunity as almost a game where he was rewarded by your moans the closer he got to your sweet heat. You could feel his smirk against your skin when you let out a particularly loud moan. His teeth graze your skin, causing a shiver to run up your spine and Boris is pleased by the view.
He decided that he wanted more... Needed more. You groaned when feeling his nails digging into your skin. You looked down at him frowning.
"Oh, Boris- You're going to leave marks."
He chuckles, looking up at you, "Well, no one will see it right?"
You don't respond, just leaning back on the seats. God you were really doing this huh? You take a deep breath before letting it out. Yes, you were doing this and you wanted it.
His tongue flicks your folds, causing you to flinch. His fingers pull at your fold as he pushes his tongue inside of you. His tongue rolled and pushed it's way into you. His fingers made work with both your clit and one pushing inside of you, feeling around your walls.
He sucks on your pussy, before he pulls away- which causes you to sigh, but quickly moan again as he blows on it. You moan lightly which causes Boris to chuckle.
"You like that baby? Oh I bet you do." He sits up, fiddling with his boxers before pulling them down and lining himself up with your cunt. He slowly pushes inside before taking a deep breath when feeling how tight you were. "Ah- Such a tight fucking cunt," He groans. He puts his hands under your thighs and pushes them up to wrap around his hips.
There's no movement for a few minutes as you get used to his cock engraving itself inside of you. Before you even tell him, he slowly moves back, before shoving himself back in, causing a loud clapping sound from his balls hitting your ass. Your body is slightly pushed forward by the movement and you moan lowly.
"You know... I've fucked my own hand thinking about you," He confessed in your ear.
You moan at his words, "Oh yeah? I think about you too."
"Oh, I bet you do, you fucking dirty slut," He teases, pushing himself deeper into you and pulling back out.
He reaches his hand down towards your clit and rubs it slowly as he picks up his pace. Your back arches and you moan loudly when feeling his fingers rub against your clit.
"Oh- Ahh, awhh, Boris."
Your moans encourage him to quicken his pace. Your tits bounce as he pushes your forward with his thrust. He watched as his dick created a dent in your stomach. He pushes on it, causing your moans to get louder.
"Oh god! Yes-"
He can feel your legs shake against him and it pushes him to go even faster, until the car is practically shaking. He knew you were close to cumming because he could feel you squeezing him. He groans softly feeling you tighten, before you finally cum. He feels your sweet liquid coat his cock and he looks down at his cock still halfway into your pussy.
Your creamy cum covers his cock, creating a white ring as he pulls his cock out- Though not all the way. The imagine makes him smirk and he looks up at you. Your eyes were closed and face dazed. He knew you were probably dumbed by his cock, but he still wanted to push you.
"What a sight — nothing like seeing your cum covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?“ He purred.
You groan, turning your head away from him. You open your eyes, just barely, being met with the image of his dark black seats.
"Oi-" He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Answer me when I talk to you. Or are you already fucked stupid by my dick? Does my dick make you stupid?"
You groan at his words, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want him to tease you, but you kind of liked it. You hated that you liked it. You didn't want him to know- But it was to late.
"Oh, you're so pretty." He thrusts back inside, making you go forward again. He leans in close to you, his breath blowing on your neck. His nails were digging into the fat of your ass as he continued to shove his cock into you.
Your moans overtook the car and you were hoping there was no one around. This was the last thought you were able to have before he turns you into slush by his constant and rough thrust.
Boris could feel your walls tighten and your nails dig into his back. He quickly picked up his pace, before he felt your gummy walls squeeze him, which caused him to cum deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, milking him for all he got until he emptied his balls inside of you. He slows down, your cum mixing with his own and spilling out of your pussy and slowly grazing down towards your ass and his seats.
That was going to be a pain to clean later, but Boris decided to just let it be. He was to tired to deal with it and when he looked at you, he could tell he wasn't the only one. You were knocked out. He caresses your cheek, before kissing your forehead.
