☆ OTAYURI ONE SHOTS ☆ [y!!!oi]

Pillowtalk. *

Hello people ! So this one is a lot shorter than the previous ones but trust me when I say that this is equally as hot. Btw over 900 reads already? That's crazy, I only started this like a week ago ! So thanks for reading :)

☆Author: missbipolar on ao3, go show her some love !
☆Ship: Otabek Altin / Yuri Plisetsky
☆Summary: so basically Otabek ordered himself a body pillow of a half naked Yuri and gets off on it.
Notes/Additional Tags:
Dakimakura
Male Masturbation
Sex toys
Guilt / Fantasies

Enjoy x

The best thing about living alone, Otabek has decided, is being able to order the most absurd shit off the internet without having to put up with any kind of judgment. He can get up early, go for a run, spend a few hours at the rink or the gym, and by the time he pulls up to his apartment some days there's a box on his doorstep with Amazon Prime printed all over it. He wouldn't call it a problem, necessarily; Otabek simply prefers a life where face to face interaction with other people is kept to a bare minimum. Using the internet to order necessities - a new vacuum, a replacement charger for his laptop after his sister's cat chewed it in half, the boots he'd had his eye on, even groceries - is a convenience Otabek can't see himself living without at this point in his life.

Every once in awhile, though, Otabek buys... guilty pleasure things. He sometimes forgets about the order itself until the package arrives, and then he feels the mildest case of buyer's remorse, and then forgets about it, because he obviously wanted whatever it was that he'd ordered at five in the morning for whatever reason. This most recent impulse purchase isn't exactly along that same vein. This middle of the night impulse purchase is one of the few he remembers making in vivid detail; the guilt and buyer's remorse had settled over him the moment he clicked Confirm Order, and yet he'd been tracking the package ever since.

Otabek spent this morning at the rink by himself, fine tuning the choreography for this season's short program. Before leaving to come home he'd checked the package's progress, astonished to find Delivered printed across the screen of his phone.

Which has brought him here. Otabek is pacing the floor at the foot of his bed, staring at the nondescript box sitting atop his comforter. He's been home for twenty minutes and hasn't been able to bring himself to tear back the tape and actually lay eyes on the thing inside. This is wrong. He never should have bought it in the first place. This is a sick betrayal of the first true friendship he has ever had and Yuri will absolutely slaughter him if he finds out Otabek made a conscious decision to buy... this.

But... and this is the real kicker... he did buy it. For a reason. And really, it would be a colossal waste of money to not utilize what he's bought. Right? Sure, this crosses all kinds of fucked up boundaries, and it could very easily destroy his friendship with Yuri, but who says anyone has to know? Maybe he'll use it this one time, get whatever this is out of his system, and go back to being a good friend who is absolutely not sexually attracted to Yuri Plisetsky. Ha.

Otabek scrubs a hand over his eyes. He looks at the package again, then at the body pillow he's had on his bed for years. It's just a pillowcase, he tells himself, but even his own mental reassurances fall flat. This is not just a pillowcase; this is a pillowcase bearing his best friend's likeness, half dressed, in a seductive pose. Otabek swallows around the tightness in his throat, spares a passing thought that he may have left the heat on - it's suddenly too hot in here - and silently accepts his label as The Worst Friend in the World.

It couldn't hurt to just look. Maybe the likeness would be terrible; maybe the boy on the pillow wouldn't look like Yuri at all. Would I be disappointed? Only one way to find out.
He tears the package open, closes his fist over the soft material - not cotton, he's not sure - and pulls the pillowcase out. He tries very hard to avert his eyes while he spreads the thing over his mattress, but it's hard to look away from it. That's Yuri. It's like having him in Otabek's bed and it's at once uncomfortable and arousing. Shit.