☆ OTAYURI ONE SHOTS ☆ [y!!!oi]

Tigers do it better. *

I literally don't know how to explain myself - if you haven't noticed, I've been absent for a month and I'm so very sorry !! I'm on spring break now, so hopefully I'll be able to update more often from now on...

Question: How do you guys feel about the ship  EmiMike / MichEmil ? Personally, I love it ive been obsessed with it the last few days !

☆Author :@/KirinVlinder on ao3, go show them some love !
☆Ship: Otabek Altin / Yuri Plisetsky

Summary:

Trying on clothes was never this good. Yuri looks really good in a crop top, in Otabek's opinion.

Additional Tags / Notes :     (A lot)

Shameless smut
Inspired by a tumblr post about Yuri wearing a crop top
Teasing Yuri
Also teasing Otabek
Otabek's an asshole you'll see
Blow Jobs
Anal Fingering
Deepthroating
Grinding
Thigh grinding
Handjobs
Edging
Rimming
Overstimulation
Face - Sitting
So much sin
Yuri's flexibility
Begging
Kissing
Some romance too bc they love each other so much
Hickeys
Marking
Love bites
After-sex cuddling
PWP (Plot what Plot / Porn without Plot)

Enjoy X

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Yuri slides the jeans up his thighs and around his hips, tugs on them to have them fit better against his ass and feels the known scratch of rough fabric against his skin. He's about to zip them up, but a quick peek at the mirror distracts him from it. He stands upright and stares at his reflection, moving some blond strands away from his face so he can better assess his appearance, and he decides he doesn't look bad at all with his white underwear showing at the front, and that Otabek would certainly appreciate the clear message of "I don't really want to have pants on". A small smirk sits on his lips as he stares at the expanse of skin showing above the clothes around his hips, his pale abdomen looking enticing when it's being shown by his new crop top, if he says so himself. He wonders what Otabek will think when he sees the new clothes he's bought.

He had decided he had to try on a crop top after a heated discussion with Mila about what would look better on him, crop tops or booty shorts. But he couldn't only try it, of course not; he had to buy it and bring it home, so he could get the most important opinion on the matter: that of his boyfriend's.

A finger comes up to his lips and he traces them as he looks at himself; his lips are slightly chapped and he needs to fix that. But that's a worry for another time, now he needs to think what to do with this look. Maybe he should just walk back to the kitchen and stand there until Otabek notices him, maybe lying on the couch would be a better idea. Maybe he should just call him and count how much time it takes for him to push him over the mattress.

Yuri's focused on his thoughts, but not so much he's disconnected himself from the world, so he notices. He hears him before he sees him, the footsteps coming to a halt and the breath hitching in his lover's throat, almost like the gasp of someone drowning. There's a smile on Yuri's lips before he can even control it; Otabek's walked himself right into the wolf's cave. One less thing to worry about.

Yuri looks up from where he was smoothing the white fabric of his new crop top and his green eyes shine with mischief as he stares at Otabek's reflection in the mirror. Otabek reacts, but barely, closing his parted lips. He's staring hard at him, taking in every inch of his exposed back, drunk on the sight of his bare hips and that fine line of his underwear that peeks just a little over the hem of his tight-fitting jeans, which hug his ass almost like a second skin even if he hasn't buttoned it up on the front yet.