Yoo. My name is Rhye. And this is my first time writing a smutty oneshot under Yuri! On Ice. I'm seriously excited right now because I've at least waited a month for this to happen and it finally did! Most of these will be one-shots or maybe a story depending on whether I have enough time to do so. I have another story I'm working on soo yeah. But other than that, please enjoy this! I may be a bit rusty, so forgive me. And word for the wise, this will contain sexual material and some language. Just to put it out there.
For copyright purposes, I do not own Yuri! On Ice and will not claim any characters, and/or original plot as mine. I just make stories. Thanks.
A/N: I've updated most chapters due to a guest review from KCRose17. S/he expressed a little distate in Yuuri's previous development; if you see any changes (for those who've read the story before updates) that's why.
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It was a late night. Practice went on longer than it usually did. Yuuri noticed it. It was all because of his stellar performance that Viktor chose to tighten his schedule. Yet, the forms, steps, and pace... It all proved a bit too brutal even for Yuuri. He returned to the hotel completely exhausted, mentally preparing himself for the long days ahead of him. Sure, he loved having Viktor around. He could graciously admit that it was Viktor who saved him from his self-pity. However, the price to pay that came with it, was no easy task to sway.
"Yuuri!" Viktor exclaims. "Don't forget we have to do your step routine over. It's up for revision. I've got some great ideas for a new sequence. It will require a little bit more practice but don't worry, I believe in you!"
Yuuri looks upon the blonde with a tired smile. "Yes. I will do my best!"
The jet-haired man does his best to show as much enthuse as possible despite how tired he actually is. It's only so Viktor wouldn't think that he was tuckered out and find a way to bother him. The older man gives a hearty smile and proceeds into his room. Yuuri does the same. He begins to strip his clothes as he walks to his bed. One by one the clothes fly across the room until his tanned body glows in the ambient light.
He grabs a towel, and washcloth, entering the bathroom. He turns on the shower. The routine is usually the same every night. Taking off his clothes, showering, and then hitting the bed to prepare for the next day. He stays in for about ten minutes and he climbs out. He dries his body, and his hair, seeping with water. He brushes his teeth. After all this, Yuuri throws the towel across the room, while it easily lands on the lounge chair that rests somewhat diagonally from his bed.
He relaxes enough to try and fall asleep. He can feel tiredness... although there's something wrong. There's something going on with his lower extremities. He can feel a sudden rush of blood flowing to that area. He tosses a little. He continues his attempts to sleep. The feeling only grows stronger. He turns some more. Nothing seems to work. He flips over onto his back and stares at the ceiling. He glances down to see the center of his problem.
"Y-You've got to be kidding... th-this can't be happening..." Yuuri's face turns bright red. He can't believe that he's managed to get hard when it's late and when he really does not feel the need to do that.
He had to think. Viktor was sleeping next door to him.
"Gahh! H-How did I manage to get myself into this... So embarrassing..." Yuuri covers his face with his hands trying to conceal his voice so he wouldn't wake the blond who slept peacefully next door.
Okay, okay, relax Yuuri... we should try some hot tea! And maybe some soothing music, Yuuri thought to himself, now sitting upright in the bed. Ah, but where would I get tea from at this time of night... well I guess the music will work.
He did just that. He put in his headphones and listened to the composition put together by his friend. He closed his eyes. Again, he could feel tiredness creeping in his body, and the need to sleep kicked in.
Yet, as soon as he felt the need to drift off—his lower body jolted him awake—with subtle throbs and gushes of blood moving down.
"W-why now... I guess I have no choice..."
Yuuri was disappointed. He couldn't fall asleep like this. Especially with the hard-on growing even when he least expects it to. There could be only one way to take care of it. It's way that he didn't want to, but... it's the only way to get a peace of mind.
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Yuuri sat there focusing hard, trying to at least get this one out. His efforts, however, weren't enough. Even the tiniest of an orgasm would suffice. Such a soulless thing to do, even though he knows it's effective against this "issue".
"Th-this isn't working... agh, I just want to sleep!" Yuuri nearly cried, as his situation grew more awkward. He wished that he'd just pass out in the middle but it clearly didn't work like that.
For a second he thought that maybe imagining something that he liked would aid the process. He knew it'd be extremely weird to think of his favorite food while doing an activity of this nature. But what could he think of? What else could he say he loved?
A flash of Viktor comes across his mind. His eyes snap open.
"Not him; wouldn't that be awkward too?" Yuuri says aloud, trying to direct his mind elsewhere. "I don't want to use Viktor as tool for something like this..."
But... strangely enough, it's working. He feels a slight tingle move throughout his body. His breathing becomes a little ragged. It's becoming a little hard to focus.
That's st-strange... somehow it's... different, Yuuri thinks as he still sees Viktor in his mind. This is working... b-but how is this even possible...
Even though thinking of Viktor is a method that worked, he still tried to divert his mind elsewhere. But there was nothing. Other than his favorite dish; nothing really excited him more than seeing Viktor beside him. The very image of Viktor wrapping his arms around Yuuri, whispering in his ear—it captivated him somehow. Yuuri could almost hear that deep, succulent and savory voice exiting that man's lips. It gave him chills up his spine.
"Ahh... ahh," Were the moans that slipped from the dark-haired man's mouth, as he reveled in his thoughts of his coach.
N-no... this can't be real, Yuuri questions himself. Wh-what is this... I-I don't understand, why am I thinking of him like this?
He could see those lips approaching him, almost teasing a kiss out of him. He could feel the heated breath exiting those lips. Goosebumps raced across his skin. He imagined Viktor there touching him. Guiding his soft, warm hands across his body.
This is... wrong, I shouldn't do this, Yuuri implored himself, b-but I can't stop thinking of him... what's going on—why is this so...
No matter what Yuuri did, Viktor stayed there in his sights. It didn't matter. His mind was clouded with the thought of Viktor doing what he wanted. Teasing him. It almost hurt—how Yuuri begged for this to stop but his body obeyed his urges.
No... I'm starting to—
Yuuri felt himself sinking into his subconscious. He fought hard but it just wasn't helping. He just had to get there now.
—Viktor... help me...
Yuuri moaned louder; his voice pleading for modesty. He watches his erection throb angrily, precum leaking from his tip, lubricating him. The heat in the room grew stronger. He could hear his own breathing become labored, straining through husky grunts at his satisfaction.
His imagination only took him deeper into his desire. He pictured Viktor licking him up and down, starting at his neck, moving his way down slowly. The sight made his body vibrate. He trembled, his voice nearly falling in shambles. The moans grew longer and passionate as he imagined more. He could hear Viktor tasting every inch of his skin. Yuuri ran his hands up his body, now shimmering with sweat. His pace quickened, the sounds of his precum making contact with his hand echoing about the room.
He imagined Viktor moving down. He sees him lick him there. Yuuri yelps. It drove him closer to release.
Through his groans, Yuuri pushes out Viktor's name.
"Vik...tor... ahh! Viktor! Uhn..."
His hands won't stop moving. His body begins to contort. His tip turns red. He feels himself building up. He's ready for what he's imagined will happen. He can see the blonde's cyan irises peering into his soul. Yuuri quivers.
"Haa...ahh! I'm...ahh! Viktor! Viktor!" Viktor's name becomes sloppy moans that leave Yuuri's mouth of sheer bliss. His body lifts from the bed. He tries to milk every second of this feeling. But it isn't for long.
The strokes are now less consistent and all over the place as Yuuri's orgasm brims past its limits. He gives it a few more until there is no more strength left in him. One last push and Yuuri brings out the ferocity of his pleasure.
His breath hitches, and his back arches. The white fluid spews from him, landing on his chest, up to his chin. He churns away at the erection still milking for more. Viktor's name slides off his tongue as his head falls back on his pillow.
The sweat drapes his body in a cool blanket. He doesn't even bother to turn over. He drifts into sleep.
And I'm done! I hope you all enjoyed as much as I enjoyed imagining this. Like really, you don't know how much I was actually looking forward to this. I'm so happy. I typed this at like 2 AM because I was so anxious. But yeah, leave a review if you'd like, and you can PM for requests. Thanks.
See yah around,
Rhye.