(A Fyolai Smut oneshot.

)
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/54813763.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationship: Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nikolai Gogol (Bungou
Stray Dogs)
Additional Tags: Fyolai Week 2022 (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Nikolai Gogol (Bungou
Stray Dogs), Top Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Smut,
Switch Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Praise Kink,
Consensual Kink, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Oral
Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Control, Orgasm
Edging, Masturbation, Slut Shaming, Face-Fucking, Punishment, Quiet
Sex, Moaning, Rape/Non-con Elements, Kink Exploration, Choking,
Light Bondage, Overstimulation, Humiliation, degradation kink,
Begging, whimpering
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-03-29 Words: 2,142 Chapters: 1/1
 (A Fyolai Smut oneshot.)
by Bsd_Osamu_Fanfics

Summary

A smut fanfic for Fyolai, set whilst at a gambling game.

^^

Notes

Ignore the fact this could be absoloutely terrible..

Thoughts of moans filling an empty bathroom, pleasured Nikolai's head. Forceful behaviors,
restrictive pinning, and even bratty behavior too. Though he was stood in a room of many
individuals, gambling their life savings, all he could keep his eyes on, were Fyodor. His
hands were aching to touch his skin, like they had for awhile. They'd hooked up a few times,
but due to Fyodor's religious mentality, he little to never inflicted the first attempt at a
hookup. It always begun by Nikolai's hand inching further, and further down his body.

Eyes, heterochromic blue and greens gazing intimately at the raven haired man at the other
side of the room, watching in admiration as he gambled away any life savings he'd made. It
wasn't ever a worry though. His manipulation was way too good, he always won every game
no matter what. Nikolai smirked softly, catching his own behavior becoming pleading. He
wanted something, many things done to him, so he saw his opportunity. The white haired
clown stood up from where he was sat, leaping up and stepping towards the other at the
gambling table. He made his way over to him, raising his eyebrows slightly, before standing a
few feet away from him, acting with zero suspicion, though Fyodor had his doubts.

"Nikolai," Fyodor greeted, without even a glance at him. The taller one put his arms behind
his back and smiled to himself, watching the gambling table as he waited to settle into the
moment. "..Dos-Kun," He greeted in response, keeping the slight formality. He caught the
slight glance from Fyodor's deep purple gaze. It was menacing, exactly what Nikolai enjoyed.
Dostoevsky hummed, placing his next bet in on the table, poker face being kept. It was so
attractive, watching Fyodor act so calm, but Nikolai enjoyed so much more when he watched
him struggle to keep that calm.

Nikolai cleared his throat, placing an arm underneath his overcoat, the other side opening at
Fyodor's waist underneath his black coat thrown over his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows
and acted normal, glancing down to Fyodor's face who was still acting pretty subtle. He was
keeping that same poker face, but gave Nikolai a slight nudge to convince him to stop.
Fyodor leaned forward against the table and put his counters into the pile, before Nikolai's
hand seemed to travel down his waist, back up, and down again in repetitive movements.
There was zero evidence this was happening, considering both coats hid it, and both of them
weren't talking to each other. Fyodor licked his lip, before looking through his cards and then
placing down another bet. The feeling of the hand rubbing his body up and down, causing a
light distraction.

Fyodor hesitated to the next placement, which gave the people playing the impression that he
wasn't in a great position, but that wasn't the case. Nikolai looked at Fyodor with an act of
'concern'. "What's wrong Fyodor?~" He spoke with a ring to his voice, before Fyodor shook
his head in acknowledgement, placing another go down. "Nothing at all," His accent was
thick. Nikolai shrugged, letting his hand inch below the waistband of his trousers and
underwear, noticing how much Fyodor was trying not to react. He shot Nikolai a death glare,
eyes low, shaded, narrow, as if to tell him to quit it, But he didn't. Fyodor turned his head
back to everyone else, doing his best to keep his poker face. He couldn't just put his cards
down to remove the hand from moving down his body, if he did that, it'd be suspicious.

Nikolai's hand slowly wrapped around the base, causing his own body shudder a little. He
missed Fyodor's body, he was pleading to even touch him. His cold, burgundy leather glove
slowly moved up his length, causing Fyodor to huff slightly, but he cleared his throat to hide
this action. This caused Nikolai another smirk, a teasing one, to which he gained another
dead glare from him. Nikolai licked his lips, before using his thumb to rub the tip, slowly but
surely. Fyodor's eyes parted a little bit, his legs gaining a slightly jelly-like feeling. He took in
a deep breath, shuffling in space before raising his head, watching as another player took
their go. He decided that since Nikolai were distracting him, sensible actions would be to
start getting a bit lower with his own gambles. He lightly squeezed his own thighs together,
feeling Nikolai's hand pump him. He let out another light breath, noticing a slight boner in his
underwear - Nikolai, of course knew that too. He hummed quietly, again pumping him in a
repetitive motion, speeding his process up.

Fyodor wasn't at all a moaner, he'd be a lot more breathy when it came to this situation. He
zoned out a little, before the motion sped up, and he could feel his body become eager to give
out, to let him lean against the table, but he couldn't. His stomach fluttered, and his body
shuddered as he felt trails of pre-cum being spread down his erection, which was hidden
behind the table and unable to be seen. He feared for being caught out for his body reacting
this way. He let out a heavier breath, lips threatening to part. He placed down a final bet, but
already knowing, for the very first time, he'd lost because of another individual distracting
him. He could feel his approach coming already, which his where he could feel all of the
threatening soft whimpers being swallowed back down into the pits of his stomach. Nikolai
hummed once more, before the game was over, and Fyodor was close to finishing. He
brought his hand back through the portal, leaving Fyodor desperate and wanting.

Nikolai glanced at his glove, noticing slight evidence to his fingers from the pre-cum that had
leaked and he'd spread down his length. He let out a slight laugh, before licking his own
glove clean, before he was very quickly dragged from his standing spot and into some
bathroom at the wrist, by force.

As the bathroom door shut, Dostoevsky slammed it, in addition to locking it. He gripped
Nikolai by the braid, holding it just at the nape of his neck and tugging him to his knees.
"How dare you." His voice rasped, his body still aching for touch.

Nikolai fell to his knees, eyes wide, a pure smirk to his lips, his body already submitting
though he didn't want it to. "Dare I, what?" The one on the floor acted, meeting his eyes. He
knew what he did to Fyodor. Every second of it. Nikolai felt another forceful tug to his hair,
bringing his face up to his crotch, whilst Nikolai's hands were now around Fyodor's thighs to
keep himself sturdy. "You're such a little bitch." Fyodor degraded, Causing Nikolai's body to
react with a jolt, and for him to slightly whimper. "Oh? what was that?" He asked, not
receiving an answer from Nikolai. He moved his gaze, but it was quickly brought back as
Fyodor again roughly tugged his hair. "Speak." He demanded as if he were a dog. "I-.. it was
nothing." "Good." Fyodor swallowed.

Nikolai was still at Fyodor's crotch, and he knew what may happen. "You will obey me, Got
that?" The one above stated. "And if i don't?" Nikolai grinned back in a disobeying state.
"You won't like what i will do." In fact, He would. He'd just enjoy every inflicted pain, every
tug, every bite, every slap, every position, every tease.
Fyodor dragged him forward slightly, causing Nikolai's thighs to spread apart, to which
Fyodor placed his leg in between, tempting his already rising erection. Nikolai let out a soft
moan, which Fyodor immediately covered the other's mouth. "No sound." He grinned, before
letting his trousers down enough for Nikolai to gain a slight glance at his full erection.
Fyodor forced his lips onto the tip, glaring completely down at him. "You will finish me off,
If you disobey, well." He sighed. Fyodor knew Nikolai would agree. He always did.

That's the moment Nikolai took his tip into his mouth, sucking at the tip. He went down a
little more on him, Fyodor watching as he got to work. He removed the bobble from Nikolais
hair, releasing the braid from its current state, and holding him by the shorter hair on his head
with a full grip. Nikolai swirled his tongue, before he was forced completely down onto his
member. Nikolai let a gag leave him at the sudden reaction, leaving Fyodor laughing
underneath soft moans and breaths. He noticed the way Nikolai seemed to try bring his hands
down to hold Fyodor at the base, and he grabbed them both in his free hand, holding them
above Nikolai's head. This caused eye contact between the two, and Fyodor smirked,
watching him being forced into such submission. Nikolai melted, sloppily bobbing his head,
taking Fyodor down his throat with a gag on multiple occasions. "I said, Silence, slut." He
threatened, using his leg to cause friction on Nikolai's erection, still holding eye contact.
Fyodor gripped his hair yet again, pushing him against his cock continuously. "You like that
Nikolai?"

Fyodor let out another soft moan, as each time he was fully taken down the other's throat, it
caused a warm sensation for his body. He let his head fall back, lips parting, as moans
escaped. Fyodor noticed the other fighting moans, and he snarled, feeling a last few bobs and
tongue uses, until Fyodor released his orgasm. He watched as Nikolai swallowed every drop
of cum, seemingly enjoying everything that was happening. He hummed, watching as
Nikolai slowly pulled away, drool dripping from his lips and chin. "Nhh.." He panted, wiping
the drool from his mouth with his sleeve after Fyodor let go of his wrists.

"Are you that needy?" Fyodor panted lightly, before he pulled his trousers back up. "Good
boy." He praised, pulling Nikolai back up and watching him stumble towards Fyodor in
despair.

Fyodor pinned down against the wall, stomach against it. He had his hand on Nikolai's bulge,
his body flat against Nikolai's back, whilst his own crotch aligned against Nikolai's ass,
causing a little friction and sensitivity for the other. "D-dos-kun.." He whispered, wanting
something, anything from Fyodor in return. Fyodor laughed, slightly rubbing up against him.
"Is it me you want~?" He asked, Nikolai moaning pathetically in response. Of course it was
him he wanted. "I want to feel you, please.." Nikolai hoped, before Fyodor seemed to back
away, leaving Nikolai's leg's in jelly and for him to fall back down in desperacy. "I'm sorry
that I have to do this, But I have a game to tend to." He responded, stepping towards the door,
leaving him to sort himself out. "N-no dos-kun please!" He begged, wanting so much more.
"As i said, I have some gambling to be back to doing.."

The door shut behind him, and Nikolai's eyes were gaining tears, causing his mind to go
foggy along with his eyesight. He swallowed in annoyance, pulling his trousers and
underwear down, instantly taking his gloves off, putting them to the side and tending to his
own fully erect member. He placed his hand around it, closing his eyes and squeezing his
thighs, moaning softly into his other hand, almost acting as if it were Fyodor treating him this
way. He closed his eyes tightly, begging to himself, again, as if Fyodor were thrusting his
cock for him. "F-fedya.." He pleaded with each thrust of his hand. He spread his legs slightly,
whimpering underneath the back of his hand. "Fuck.. p-please." He longingly whined,
speeding up the pace of each thrust into his hand. He was honestly glad he could make
Fyodor feel good, but the way Fyodor left him there had upset him a little, though he was
glad he could make Fyodor feel something. He'd do anything to make Fyodor react that way.
That's when he found himself whimpering a little louder, legs shaking, as he sped up to the
fastest he could. Nikolai swallowed, immediately finishing into his own hand. He let out a
high pitch moan, falling back into the wall and his eyes weakly parting.

Nikolai tightened a fist, before sighing heavily, giving himself a minute before getting up
onto his feet. He got up, pulling his trousers up and doing himself up into a more neater
presentation of clothing. Nikolai washed his hands and looked into the mirror, glancing at his
super messy hair, before bringing it over his shoulders and quietly playing with it, before he
himself took himself over to the door, and left without another word. He was honestly just
glad he could please Fyodor, though it felt a lot more like he was being used for it.
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