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gakuen!fyodor smut pt. 2 for you freaks <3

all my warmth is inside of you

﹙ 💬 ﹚── parings: fyodor dostoevsky x fem!reader ♡

₍^. .^₎⟆ ── content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), high school!au, fyodor is mean, misogyny kink, corruption kink, academic rivals, petnames, virgin!reader, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, dumbification, spanking, underage (you and fedya are like 17), dirty talk ♡

﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Being alone in the library with Fyodor was uncomfortable. After all, you always had an complicated relationship with Dostoevsky. He is the student council president and future valedictorian — and he takes his role very seriously.

You are indeed one of the best students in the whole school. Fyodor would never say it out loud, but he feels threatened by you. So, he always try to sabotage your school life with his little games to keep you in the second place. Oh, and he doesn’t mind get his hands dirty if it means that you won’t me a bother anymore.

That leads you to your current situation; you’re alone with Dostoevsky in the library, doing your homework silently while he was reading something 20 feet away from you. You don’t know why, but you can feel his gaze piercing your back.

﹙ 🩸 ﹚── author's note : promised y’all part 2 and here it is !! i’m very happy with all the attention you guys gave for part one <3 seriously i smile when i remember all the comments and stuff ! so thank you ! i have many smuts in my drafts but i don’t wanna post all them bcs i don’t wanna burn you guys out of me

Being alone in the library with Fyodor was uncomfortable. After all, you always had an complicated relationship with Dostoevsky. He is the student council president and future valedictorian — and he takes his role very seriously.

Fyodor feels ashamed of himself. Last night he had a wild dream. A dream that he feels the urge to cover his face every time he remembers about it. Fyodor is usually confident and calm, but you’re slowly taking control of his feelings.

Suddenly, without warning, Fyodor slams his book shut and strides over to where you're sitting. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, are ablaze with fury.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Always trying to outshine me, always one step ahead."

Before you can react, he grabs you by the shoulders and presses you firmly against the wall, his grip like iron. You can feel the hard surface digging into your back, making it difficult to breathe.

“Hey, what are you—“ He cuts you abruptly.

“Ah? Do you really think you can get on my level, darling?” Fyodor laughed sarcastically. He could be really mean sometimes. “Do you really think a pathetic girl like you could beat me? What a foolish desire you have.” He said angrily. "I won't let you win," he hisses, his face inches from yours. "Not this time, not ever." His words are filled with venom, and you can sense the intensity of his hatred burning like a fire inside him. It's clear that Fyodor will stop at nothing to maintain his position of power and control.

Fyodor smirks. He always has this smug face that deeply get on your nerves. “Mhmn… looks like my pathetic mouse is scared.” His breath is touching your sensitive skin, giving you chills. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of your rival.” Dostoevsky gives a sarcastic laugh. God, he loves how vulnerable and pathetic you look. His perverted thoughts are going wild. “That’s my dumb little girl.”

“Who are you calling dumb?” You whispered dangerously, sightly afraid of Fyodor. “As I remember, I had beat you on the last exam—“ He slapped your face.

“As I know, I have beat you in the last three tests. Do you really think you can get on my level?” Fyodor bites his thumb as he laughed. “You’re more pathetic than I thought, woman.” You felt inferior when he called you simply woman.

Fyodor can feel it, how easily he can control you. Fyodor smiles at your softly and whispers into your ear again. “You sure seem to get excited when you’re around me, don’t you, my dumb little girl?”

“What the hell are you saying?” Fyodor shuts you up, kissing you.

Dostoevsky chuckles, breaking the kiss. “You don’t know all the fantasies I have about you. Our stupid rivalry always get on my way.” He whispers again, his voice is filled with an almost menacing tone. “Should I just turn you into my little messy thing or be gentle?”

The moment your lips met, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his soft lips against yours. Time stood still as you both shared this intimate moment, but as you finally parted, you found herself gasping for air, your chest tight with the overwhelming rush of emotions. It was as if the sheer intensity of your connection had momentarily stolen your breath away, leaving you longing for more. You’re breathless.

You were alone in the library, class time had ended and it would soon be curfew. Your heart was beating fast. Fyodor kissed you. That's right, he kissed you. The smug, pseudo-intellectual boy in your class had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, and you had liked it. I mean, how could you not? The tension between the two of you was so tense it could have been cut with a knife. Fyodor simply did what you secretly fantasized about every night. He cupped your face using his free hand, squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re so pathetic and useless, only a little toy that I can mess with.”

“Oh yeah? Show me what you got then.” You whispered, with a smirk and you’re ready. You are ready to take everything Fyodor got.

He kissed you again, your bodies collided in synchrony. Tongues twisting and eyes rolling. Fyodor breaks the kiss grins. There was something lustful on his gaze, you couldn’t help but get embarrassed. Dostoevsky had this provocative yet enchanting aura.

“Stupid little girl, now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Fyodor commanded once more in a commanding but still seductive tone. Dostoevsky was loving this, the power is was feeling. His smirk grew as he continued, he was loving every second of this. “My pathetic little girl…” Fyodor’s eyes were dark and sinister now, He seemed so in control now. He loved it.

You did as requested, then he sucked your tongue. It was so naughty, so delicious. You couldn’t help but let a moan slide.

“Good little slut. You’re such a good fuck toy, aren’t you?” Fyodor's voice was deep and seductive, it was hard not to be affected by his charm. “I bet you love being called a slutty little bitch, don’t you? You’d probably even suck my cock if I told you to, wouldn’t you? You’re such a pathetic little whore, aren’t you?”

“And what if I wanted to suck you off?”

Fyodor's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, oh, oh!" Fyodor gasped, completely taken aback by your question. He looked at you with wide-eyed wonder, unable to believe you had said those words. Will you be this easy, seriously? "I... I..." Fyodor stammered, clearly caught off guard. "Well, well, well." He snapped his fingers, trying to regain his composure. "What an interesting idea, isn't it? You want to be my little bitch, do you?” Fyodor laughed, he didn’t believe you would dare to say such a thing. But as he saw your expression change, he was intrigued. “Oh, so you want to be my little slut, huh? I’ll teach you a lesson, little dumb girl.”

“And what type of lesson you want to teach me, Fedya?” You said biting your tongue, trying to control all your desires.

Fyodor chuckled, “I want to teach you that you should learn to obey a man like me, little mouse. You need to know your place, as a woman, and it's not as the top student, it's as my little toy, and you better accept it.” He squeezed your cheeks again. “As a woman, you will always be inferior to me. Always.”

Fyodor had never been one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to break your will, no matter how long it took. And if you tried to resist him, he would only grow stronger. He could already see himself being your master, controlling your every move. He could even force you to be his little plaything. But he knew he had to be patient. He couldn't rush the process. He would need to win your trust first. And then, he would take you over his knee and teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, hmm? You want me to own you completely, don’t you, my dumb little girl? To make you my little messy thing?” He said licking his own lips. “I bet you can’t resist me, dumb little girl. I will take you right here, right now, and no one will ever find out. I promise you that.” Fyodor Dostoevsky grins, he was enjoying the thrill of the moment. The power he felt over her made him feel alive “You’re so adorably cute when you’re flustered, little one.” He grinned down at you, his eyes filled with lust and malice. He let his hand slide down your body, fingers grazing your thigh. “And, well, I’ve never been caught before, so there’s no need to worry.”

You moaned when Fyodor's lips came into contact with the warm skin of your neck, leaving trails of kisses and bites all over the area. The empty library held his two bodies. His cheek pressed against the icy wall, his wrists pinned behind his back, being held by one of Dostoevsky's large, icy hands.

“Please...” You let go with difficulty, feeling your face throbbing and your belly throbbing. “Fedya—” You call out to him one last time.

The voracious eyes focus on you, turning your face slightly to observe you, a few strands of hair falling on the small visible part of your face, causing a victorious smile to appear on Fyodor's face. His grip around your wrists tightens, this time he uses his knee to spread your legs further apart with the dress bunched up around your waist – only your delicate white panties visible together with your skin in the middle of an empty library, where at any moment someone could arrive and catch you in the act.

“Fedya...” He tastes the name with some contempt, letting out a nasal laugh. “What kind of idiot would help a little slut like you, dumb thing?”

You moan, feeling your body being pushed harder against the wall. Fyodor's knee presses against the wet spot on your panties, making you try to somehow close your own legs. In response, a sharp, heavy slap is placed on his right buttock.

“Be quiet, dammit!” He grunts, opening his own zipper with some difficulty due to using only one hand. His pants slide down his thighs, his boxers are too tight and he almost sighs in relief when his erection comes out, slamming roughly against your ass. “Such a helpless girl...”

His panties are easily torn. Your lips part and your eyes close tightly at the sensation that Fyodor's cock causes you as it enters your pussy with surprise. You contort your own hands, pressing your nails against his palm, letting out a contained, desperate, relieved moan.

“No… Oh my God.” You sigh.

“I like it that way, you know? When you struggle to come and still accept me like a little whore” He whispers close to your ear, his lips sliding down the back of your neck. “I like taking advantage of little girls like you. Ask me to stop... Isn’t that what you want?”

"Deeper!" You almost command in an authoritarian way, having yet another slap brutally delivered against your skin.

“Speak to me in the right way, stupid woman.” He warns in a slurred manner, pushing his own hips against your body, sinking deeper and deeper inside you. Your free hand tangles in his hair.

You nod your head in confirmation, pushing your own body against his trying to close any space between the two of you, if that were still possible. A smile appeared on Dostoevsky's lips, causing him to pull his hair, bringing his body back only to see the redness on a part of his face before pushing him against the wall again, hearing a painful groan leaving your lips from him.

"Good girl."

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