My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Alone at Home - Part II

I was gonna finish it all last chap but I guess it got kinda long. 😜😜😜
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After a few minutes, Y/N walked out of the hot spring. She walked towards her room, sliding the door open. The sun shone bright, blinding her for a few moments, before she focused on what was in front of her.

Yurio was in the process of taking off his shirt. His entire back was revealed to her, his pale, powder white skin shining in the light. He held the top right next to his chest for many moments as it's grip around his arms seemed to tighten. The blonde turned to face Y/N, already blushing immensely and staring at her with shining orbs.

The two of them stayed in silence for many moments, but it was obvious that Y/N wasn't in the slightest embarrassed.

She smirked. 'Well, go on then, take it off!'

Yurio flushed an even redder shade. 'HUH?! What, no!'

'Common', I wanna see if you finally got rid of all that flab!' Y/N took a few steps closer, trying to get a grip on the garment he was holding onto for dear life.

'I said no!'

'Oh please, you saw my six pack the other day!'

'Th-that wasn't a six pack,' Yurio once again blushed.

'You're right, it was an eight pack!' As the boy in front of her was about to argue, Y/N seized the chance and snatched away his top.

'HEY, GIVE THAT BACK!' Yurio's cheeks filled with a chilli red as he shot his hand towards his shirt. But Y/N was faster.

'Why're you so embarrassed? Just let me-'

With one single thrust, she pulled his flailing hands down and held them tight and secure. He was trapped. Yurio looked down to his shoulder, still blushing.

After a few moments of inspection, Y/N gave her results.

'Hhhhmmph. Still slightly flat-chested if you ask me. Your pecs are fine, but, sheesh u need improvement with your abs.'

'And how would you know?!' He pulled his shirt out of her grasp.

'See for yourself!' She lifted up her sweater revealing her toned stomach; perfect lines divided each section as they creased.

'You gotta be kidding me...' Yurio murmured in reply, gradually looking away to stop him from blushing any further. As his gaze began to move, he caught a glimpse of the rim of her bra. It was black. And laced.

Yurio completely blanked out, grabbed Y/N's sweater and pulled it down.

'Yuri-chan, what was that for?!'

'I-I saw too much...' He smacked his hand over his mouth and something muffled came out, most likely 'Oh shit....'

For probably the first time, Y/N blushed slightly - but only faintly.

'I guess that was my fault, so I won't call you a pervert just yet!' She winked at him.
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DING DONGGGGGG!

Yurio opened the door, letting Viktor, Yuuri and Mrs Katsuki through.

'AHHHHH! Home sweet home.... where's Y/N, sweetie?'

'She fell asleep.' Replied Yurio plainly, making his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and walked back to the bedroom.

Opening the door, he walked straight to his spot next to Y/N and lifted up the blanket. He stared for a few moments, blushing again.

She lay down, asleep, wearing all but a sweater (and who knows what underneath.) It was just long enough to cover some of her thigh.

Trying to keep on board, Yurio just crept into bed next to her and settled down. He kept tossing and turning, 'it's so dang coollllllllldd.'

I guess he made a little too much noise, since Y/N woke up.

'Cinnamon Roll? Wassup?'

'C-can't sleep. Holy shit, it's freezing....'

She chuckled. 'Here, you can take my sweater if you like.' Y/N pulled the whole thing off in an instant. She had completely forgotten what she had done earlier.

'YOU'RE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!'

'I forgot! Now calm down and just put on the sweater!' She hissed in reply, pulling up a blanket to cover her very bare body.

A few hours passed and Yurio woke up. It was still dark out, so was presumably pretty early. After flicking some hair away from his eyes, he looked at what was in front of him.

His best friend lay before him, practically half-naked. He checked if the coast was clear; she was sleeping for sure. He cautiously examined her. She had a perfect waist - a curvy hip with great proportion. Her breasts grew slightly as her chest rose and fell with every breathe she took. Her garments cupped her perfectly - the femininely laced black against her pale skin. Y/N also looked mesmerisingly dreamy when asleep; her eyes would flutter and her long brown hair would fall onto the pillow.

The longer Yurio looked at her, the more he began to realise she had grown quite a bit since their childhood. He thought carefully about his choice, but reasoned back to the conversation they had on the very same bed only a week back. Yurio kissed her forehead passionately and rested his arm across her waist. One of his legs were pushed in between hers, but Yurio had frankly no idea. If sleeping next to Y/N would become a thing, he needed to sort out his blushing problems.