us - back up

caught : boris pavlikovsky

y/n pov.

you eyed the boy who had a
white cigarette in between his
red plump and dried lips. he
was wearing a white shirt
and grey joggers, the outline
of his ten inch making you
want him more.

you kept pressing your tighs
together, feeling yourself get
wetter and wetter.

he had a smug look on his face
and leaned back, showing you
his clothed dick.

you kept staring, fidgeting in
your seat. you wanted him
inside you, or at least wanted
him to touch you.

he noticed you staring and turned
his head away, showing you his
perfect jawline. he flicked his
cigarette into the tray next to
him as he patted his lap. "come
sit on daddys lap." he spoke,
his voice deep and raspy and his
accent thick.

your eyes went wide and you stood
up, slowly making your way to him.
you felt as though your legs could
give out at any moment. once you
had came in a distance for his
grabbing, he pulled you onto his lap
because he had decided you were
walking too slow.

you stared into his brown eyes
which were darker than usual.
you wanted to kiss him so bad.
his fingers slowly traveled up
your bare legs. you felt as though
you could literally cum in your
panties.

he kissed you neck, sucking softly
and leaving dark purple hickeys.
you moaned lightly and gripped
his shoulder. you needed more
and he knew that.

his lips slowly made their way to
your ear, his hot breath making
you shiver. his voice was deeper
and his accent thicker as he
whispered in your ear, "tell
daddy what you want."

he lightly grinded against you
and your breath hitched. the
teasing becoming too much.

"more, daddy. please.."
you practically breathed out.

"more want baby? tell daddy
what you want." he said,
kissing your neck softly.

"just fuck me already."
you groaned softly.

he chuckled deeply and nodded,
pulling his joggers down, lifting
you up a bit so he could pull them
down all the way down.

he pulled your shirt off and
kissed your breasts before
moving your panties aside
and aligning himself with
you before thrusting in
hardly.

you moaned and closed your
eyes, your nails digging into
his shoulders.

he thrusted faster, grabbing your
hips and guiding them. he let out
low grunts.

he then hit your g-spot.

"fuck! boris right there! right
there!" you yelled, letting your
head fall back and eyes close.

his hand wrapped around your
throat. "who do you beling to?"

"y-you-"

"i can't hear you babygirl." he said,
his grip getting tighter.

"you." you said louder.

"and who are you a little slut for?"
he asked, thrusting faster.

you looked at him. "you, daddy."

he nodded. "that's right."

you closed your eyes, moaning
loudly. you were pretty sure the
neighbors could hear you.

"WHATTHEFUCK"

your head snapped back to
look at a boy who had a look
of disgust on his face. meanwhile,
boris kept thrusting, making
eye contact with the boy.

the boy then ran out of the
house, gagging as he went.

"who the fuck-" you asked.

"theo." boris said as it was the
normalist thing in the world.