カツ丼：yuri on ice lemons

yuuri k.

・yandere!yuuri k. × fem!reader・
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lemon ratings:
vanilla:♡♡♡♡♡
rough:♥︎♥︎♥︎♡♡
bdsm:♡♡♡♡♡
kinky:♥︎♥︎♡♡♡

i apologize for my long ass absence.

i know this isn't the viktor lemon i said in the previous chapter but i really had more ideas for a yandere yuuri but i have some tricks up sleeve for that lemon but it might take some time.

but for now.. here's a mildly yandere yuuri.

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yuuri seems innocent. in plain sight, he was just a clumsy adorable little skater boy. but behind closed doors he was insane, possessive and toxic. it was too hard to tell someone else about his other persona. he hears everything and is always watching.

"darling, are you hungry?"

the raven haired man's voice interfered with your train of thought. you glanced at him and he had the sweetest grin on his face.

"u-uh.. o-okay.."

you stuttered.

"do you want some ice cream?"

yuuri asked and you just nodded.

he stood up and went over to the kitchen. you nervously shifted around on the couch. there was no other sound in the house rather than the clock's ticking. your phone suddenly started vibrating. yurio was calling you. just when you were about to answer, yuuri's eerie shadow was already looming over you.

"what are you doing?"

he asked, sending chills down your spine.

yuuri grabbed your phone and declined the call. he angrily dropped the phone on the coffee table along with a pint of ice cream he had.

"why the fuck was yurio calling you? i told you to never go near him because he might steal you away from me. why the fuck does he have your number?!"

yuuri bombarded you with questions he pinned you onto the couch.

"y-yuuri.. h-he just happened to save his number o-on my phone i swear!"

you responded.

"hehe.. you're lying to me.. you're playing with me aren't you? don't worry i'll play along.."

yuuri said as he laughed maniacally.

he started to unbuckle his belt which made your heart race. he took your hands and placed them over your head, binding them together with his belt. yuuri grabbed the collar and ripped your shirt  apart, leaving you in your underwear. yuuri lowered himself to your neck with his hot breath tickling your ear.

"if ever see you with other guys.. i swear.. i won't hesitate to slit that bastard's throat.. i don't want anyone else near my precious kitten.."

yuuri whispered.

he bit your neck making you flinch. you felt his warm tongue graze across your delicate skin. you felt like a prey being victoriously devoured by a predator. yuuri moved down to your cleavage. he unclasped your bra, exposing your breasts to him.

"you're so beautiful.. oh wait i have an idea."

yuuri said as he grabbed the pint of ice cream and a spoon.

he opened the tub and scooped a decent amount onto the spoon. the next you know is that he rubbed some of the ice cream onto both of your nipples making you whimper. yuuri lowered himself to you and latched his lips onto one of your mounds.