oneshots // bsd

dostoyevsky // Ｎ Ｓ Ｆ Ｗ

notes: blowjobs, face fucking, lap sex

the scene in front of you was breathtaking. the melodious tune from the cello was what brought you to the room to begin with despite knowing better than to go wandering the abode on your own. your lover's—and boss—beautiful berry eyes were shut, his long lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks as his head lolled back in serene concentration. his slender fingers worked gracefully on the neck of the cello, the bow moving majestically along. despite the sorrowful tune, it was clearly something he was passionate about and something he had been practicing.

once the music stopped, you couldn't help but clap, smiling at his surprised expression, however short lived it may have been. "that was marvellous fyodor." you strolled towards him, reaching out and brushing stray strands of his obsidian hair away with delicate fingers. "if only you showed me such emotions," you added in a joking manner.

dostoyevsky smiled, leaning into the touch. "my, are you jealous of a cello?" he teased, setting his instrument aside.

you hummed, slowly dragging your hand down his neck. "what would you do if i said yes? would you treat me well?" your hand retracted as you knelt in front of him. dostoyevsky chuckled, a hand in your locks and legs spread.

"why don't you find out?"

with a soft laugh, you palmed him through his trousers, planting a soft kiss on his stomach, trailing them down to the hem of his trousers, pulling the material down so he was in his boxers.

dostoyevsky shuddered when you kissed the head of his cock, muttering something in russian under his breath. you slowly began licking him through the thin material of his boxers, earning a soft sigh from him. "do it properly." his voice came out as an annoyed (albeit somewhat desperate) growl. with a small giggle, you complied, pulling the garment down. his cock sprung up freely and you looked up at him.

"my, already this aroused and i've barely even touched you!"

"yes, yes, please hurry this along." dostoyevsky always got so impatient at times like these. nevertheless, you didn't deny his request. maintaining eye contact, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him into your mouth fully, moaning at the feeling and taste. you began sucking and twirling your tongue around him, bobbing your head at a leisurely pace. you felt fyodor pet your hair, exhaling softly. you closed your eyes and moaned his name, louder this time, making your lover shiver above you at the vibrations. "s-shit," he cursed under his breath, grip tightening in your hair, "can't you go faster?"

you looked back up at him, leaning into his palm, giving him permission to fuck your mouth. "do as you please," your eyes seemed to order, and who was dostoyevsky to ignore such a request?

his hands raked through your hair before gripping tightly, pulling your mouth away from his pelvis before he slammed back into you. a startled scream was choked by his length as he repeatedly and rhythmically pounded into your hole, bucking his hips to meet you half way. "your mouth is wonderful, my love; your lips look so pretty wrapped around my dick." you moaned at the soft praise, tears pricking your eyes as he continued to ram down your throat. he groaned lowly, his grip tightening before his seed spilled down your throat and filled your mouth.

slowly, dostoyevsky pulled out, some of his cum dribbling down your chin as you swallowed, licking your lips before climbing onto his lap, capturing his lips in a kiss. he could taste himself in your mouth as you cupped his cheek, pulling him closer into the affectionate action. "fyodor," you whispered, pulling away from him, "show me how much you love me."

dostoyevsky's eyes widened slightly at your demand before he snickered, securing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "is that what you want?" you nodded definitively. "as you wish, my love." he pulled you into another kiss, a lot more desperate and needy than his usual style. he sucked your tongue, his hands groping your ass roughly, making you moan his name into the sinful kiss.

his lips moved down your jaw and your neck, leaving hot marks in the wake of the kisses. you pulled your shirt off over your head, not bothering with the buttons, before he began marking your breasts. one of fyodor's hands found your chest and began massaging the mounds fondly while his tongue covered each bud with spit and bite marks. you moaned and whimpered, arching further into his mouth. his other hand was playing with the elastic of your underwear under your skirt, teasingly dragging a finger down your slit.

"already so wet?" he commented as you began grinding on his finger.

"please," you gasped out. with another smirk, fyodor's slender digits entered you, his teeth tugging your buds roughly. a lewd scream left your sore throat as your hands held onto his shoulder for some support. "god—fyodor!" you mewled, rocking on his fingers as they pumped in and out of you. you clenched around him once he hit your sweet spot, shuddering and gasping out.

before you could climax, though, your lover pulled out. you opened your mouth to protest, but fyodor raised his fingers to your mouth and you simply began licking them, tasting your own arousal. "good girl," he praised.

"fyodor," you moaned, "please."

"what, dear?" his hot breath against your ear made you writhe on his lap.

"f-fuck me, please." you were at your wits end.

"good." he pressed a kiss onto your earlobe, slowly pushing into you. your whimpers and whines quickly turned into screams as he picked up the pace and pounded into you vigorously. fyodor hit your sweet spot over and over, as if he had memorised exactly where was, making you convulse in waves of pleasure. he moaned your name into your ear, his voice erotically raspy. you rocked your hips down onto him, whining and louder than before as you felt your climax become unbearable. with a silent scream, you tilted your head back and came over his length. he murmured praises into your clavicle, thrusting into you before cumming himself.

fyodor looked down at your tired expression, pulling out of you carefully. a soft kiss to your lips kept you grounded as you slowly came down from your high. "was that enough?" he asked teasingly, and you didn't bother to answer. he probably already knew.

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