gold medals ● yuri on ice one-shots

13. Let's Sleep Together

A/N:
I'm rewatching Y!!!OI and i just realized, in episode 2, Viktor suggest they sleep together and i'm kinda sitting here like MHMMMMM

Summary:
I think it's obvious i'm going to write Viktor sleeping with Yuuri or something like that i'm going to emberass Yuuri that's the point okay?

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"Yuuri! Let's sleep together!" Viktor exclaimed, knocking on Yuuri's door holding his pillow. "As your coach, i need to learn about you!" He added. He hears Yuuri's protests, but he still insist by calling out Yuuri's name.

"Yuuri!"

Viktor hears some troubled noises, and alot of ripping.

"Yuuri!" He called out again, but this time there's no reaction. "Yuuri?" he worriedly asked. Viktor knocks on Yuuri's door as hard as he can, but still, Yuuri doesn't open up.

"Not opening up huh?" Viktor grinned to himself, he'll make him open up the door. "OH MY GOSH YUURI! MAKKACHIN HAS A CARDIAC ARREST!" He shouted in the most panicking voice he could make, and Viktor was naturally a very dramatic person, so that definitely caught Yuuri's attention.

It took a few seconds, and Viktor hears some strangled noises, but Yuuri sooner than expected opened his door. "Really!?" Yuuri questioned, looking down expecting a half-dead Makkachin. He's quite shocked when Viktor and Makka just walk past him, Viktor settling on his bed.

"He's not having a cardiac arrest." Yuuri pointed out. "I know." Viktor smiled. "You lied." he stated. "Bingo, i only did it so you would open up though." Viktor shrugged, still smiling at Yuuri.

"Yuuri, sit next to me." Viktor patted the empty place beside him, and gestured for Yuuri to sit next to him. "You know what i'm much more comfortable here, so i'll have to pass the kind gesture." Yuuri objected.

Viktor smiled innocently. "Did i stutter?" He asked, still patting the empty place beside him. "N-No." Yuuri stuttered. "Thought so, now sit beside me." Viktor pratically demanded, still smiling at Yuuri.

Yuuri, with very small steps shuffled to Viktor, then slowly sat down at the very edge of the bed, not saying anything, only staring at Viktor with fear. "Closer~" Viktor cooed. Yuuri inched a little bit closer. "Not enough." Viktor stated.

"You know what i think we're really close, especially since i'm fat and that takes alot of space, so i think we're good." Yuuri excused himself, refusing to sit any closer to his jesus, i mean god, no, errr idol.

"You think we're good, but i don't think that, so move closer." Viktor practically demanded. "O-Okay.' Yuuri stuttered, moving a bit closer to Viktor. "Closer." Viktor hummed, not even looking at Yuuri. Yuuri moved a little closer, just close enough for Viktor to reach out to Yuuri's waist and pulled him extremely close to himself, to the point where Yuuri was almost sitting on his lap and leaning on his shoulder with his head.

"That's perfect." Viktor commented, still holding Yuuri by the waist.

"V-Viktor," Yuuri managed to squeak out in a little voice. "I-I'm almost s-sitting on your, on your l-lap." he stuttered. "So? My legs are pretty strong y'know, they can handle a piggy." Viktor replied, enjoying being close to Yuuri without him running away. "Y-Yeah well that's not it-" Yuuri got cut off by Viktor.

"My hips don't lie." He simply stated, pulling Yuuri in his lap. "I told you?" He grinned to Yuuri, with satisfaction. Yuuri nodded, his face beet-red from the fact that he was sitting on Viktor Nikiforov's lap.

Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist, so he couldn't get away. "Now," he stared up to Yuuri lovingly. "Tell me every about you, Yuuri."

"What would you like to know?" Yuuri squeaked out, wondering why he hadn't passed out yet.