"Vitya im tired"
"So am i"
He carrys me to the bedroom and sits me down. He pulls out the shirt he bought me. I shake my head and point at his dresser.
"You sure do like my shirts dont you"
"Yes i do. I like the smell of your shirts, i like the smell of you."
"What do i smell like?"
"The ocean mainly. You also smell like pine trees during a cold winters night."
"Oh do i"
He walks up to me and takes off his shirt. He pulls off my clothes and pulls that same shirt over me.
"Mmmmm smells just like you"
He picks me up and lays me on top of the bed. He than stratles me with my hands pinned above my head. I lean up and kiss him
"Viktor im not in the mood"
"Okay mabe ill try another time"
"That sounds like a good idea"
We rolls off of me and pulls me tword him
"I love you more than anyone"
"Me too viktor, i love you"
The next morning we get up. Viktor picks me up and takes a bag out of the closet.
"Oooo whats this?"
He hands me the bag and i open it and gasp.
"Viktor did you have this made?"
He nods and pulls his shirt off me. He puts the clothing on and brushes my hair. We head to the skating rink.
---time skip---
He wheels me out to the ice whail the two yuris talk.
"Will you skate with me?"
"Yes viktor i will"
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Dancing on the blades (viktor nikiforov x reader)
Hayran Kurgujust as it says above
