YURI!!! ON ICE ~ One Shots (Multiple Ships)

Say No To This (Otabek x Yurio)

Aka How many Hamilton song titles can I use in one story. Let's play a game. Everytime I use a Hamilton reference, you gotta comment :)

Also gotta say this: I am comfortable with writing lowkey smut, just not full blown sex and shit. So I will write what I feel comfortable writing. (Yuri is 16 in this and Otabek is 18 btw)

This is gonna be a sort of Part 2 to Tease so if you haven't read that PLEASE READ THAT BEFORE! It's also just gonna be a load of babble.

Description: After Yuri and Otabek got together, Yuri refuses to believe that Otabek is still using him for his own pleasure and doesn't really have feelings for him. With the help of Viktor and Yuuri, the teen comes to terms with the ugly truth.

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Yuri was sat on his bed in his hotel room, the small TV playing silently in the background as he scrolled through his Instagram feed on his phone. To no surprise, half of his feed was just selfies that Phichit had taken and uploaded within a matter of hours. That boy had some talent for always looking good in selfies; even if others didn't.

It was late, coming up to 10 P.M but Yuri wasn't sleepy at all. He was just relaxing in a loose top and some comfy sweats, enjoying the silence of his room. Yuri loved having his own little solitude, it let him be more relaxed and more himself, relieving stress like no tomorrow. But there were always times he liked to be with people, even if they were just sat together in complete silence.

As he was scrolling through Instagram, the phone vibrated in his hand and he glanced his eyes up from the current post to the text notification at the top of the screen. It was a text from Otabek, and the text simply said 'I'm coming to your room.'

The ten rolled his eyes, swiping the notification up to get rid of it. He knew why Otabek was coming to his room, not to just simply hang out with him or to cuddle, no. It was to get what he wanted; a way to relieve pressure or to simply get off. Yuri didn't want to think that Otabek was using him for sexual pleasure, but the thought always lingered in the back of his mind like a parasite.

It hadn't even been three minutes since Otabek has sent the text, and he was already banging on Yuri's door. He seemed desperate to say the very least, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed his way over as quick as he had. The blonde placed his phone down on the bedside table and rushed to open the door. As usual, as soon as Yuri had opened the door, Otabek had basically thrown himself at the blonde. His hands were resting on Yuri's cheeks, their lips intertwined within mere seconds. 

Otabek pushed Yuri back towards the bed, the two both falling onto the mattress once Yuri's knees hit the edge. The blonde had his hands rested on Otabek's waist, digging his fingers into his skin, which was sure to leave marks tomorrow. Their kiss was sloppy and rushed, but this was usual now. They were never meaningful or passionate like they used to be, just full of lust and need. Otabek broke the kiss, moving his lips to caress the skin on Yurio's neck. Yuri whimpered, digging his fingers into Otabek's waist even more, his hips automatically moving on their own as he squirmed beneath the older boy. 

Otabek nipped and sucked the skin of Yuri's neck, leaving a nice little love bite for the world to see. The older boy moved his hips against Yuri's, a breathy gasp escaping his lips at the pleasurable friction it caused. The two were both breathing erratically, the room suddenly a lot warmer than Yuri first though. The blonde slipped his hands under the fabric of Otabek's shirt, ghosting his fingers over the warm skin of his lover as Otabek continued to leave marks over Yuri's pale skin. 

"Beka.. Beka, stop.." Yuri breathed, trying to push the other off of him, but having no luck in doing so. He knew if he didn't stop Otabek, thing's would go much further than he was comfortable with. Otabek didn't listen, until he looked up from the crook of Yuri's neck, seeing the slight panic on the younger boys face. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together as he climbed off of Yurio, helping the blonde sit up. Yuri's hand flew up to cover his neck, his fingers smoothing over the now tender bruises Otabek had so kindly given to him.