Yurio X Reader

Chapter 8 // Nikoli...

Word count: 2503

Started: September 9th

Ended: September 15

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**Reader's POV**

Looking at my clock that's hanging on my wall, it's 9:45 pm. Very slowly, I roll off my bed and stumble over to my closet. I pick an (F/C) long sleeve shirt and a pair of black leggings, walking out of my room Asher is sitting in his room packing for our trip to Japan. "Um, so there is this party tonight can I go for a few hours?" I ask him.

"I guess, just don't be out too long. We have our flight tomorrow and you still need to finish packing." Nodding my head, I begin to walk out the door. "Be back by 11:00! And be careful if anyone spikes the punch!" Asher shouts, I grab my gray coat and wrap it tightly around my body.

I walk down the stairs and see Quinn, Jess, and Brooke are waiting for me, "Took you long enough. I'm gonna run out of gas because of you, hope you got some money with you." Quinn says with her usual grin on her face, I laugh and get into the car. The ride to Lauren's house was pretty long, she lives in the opposite direction from us. We pull into a nice looking neighborhood, all the houses were very big but one stands out. The house is three stories and there are colorful lights shining through the windows and cars are parked everywhere on the streets. As we drive closer, I can hear music blasting loudly.

Getting out the car Lauren, a girl with long ginger hair wearing a pastel pink dress, greets us at the door, "Thanks for coming to my party it's great to see you all here," I look around the house, there is a ton of snacks in the kitchen and a wide selection of booze. Where does a teen get so much? To be honest, I don't even know half of the bottles she has accumulated on the table. She had multiple types of wine, beer, and straight alcohol. This girl even has a mini bar set up to make drinks. There is a crowd of people, mostly in the living room, talking and dancing to the music, "You can leave your jackets and coats in the closet but just try not to take anyone else's jacket." She leads us over to a small walk-in closet filled with coats, I take off my coat neatly hanging it at the end of the rack.

I separate from the group and walk out into the backyard to explore a little more of the house. In the back, there are several kegs and a huge pool, "Watch out!" Someone yells from behind me, I step to the side. Then a guy in shorts runs past me, jumping into the pool. Some of the water splashes on me, I don't understand how people can be in the pool right now it's freezing.

When walking back into the house I instantly feel warm again. Going into the kitchen, I see Nikoli eating some nachos, he spots me and stumbles over. Quickly grabbing his shoulders to prop him back up so he won't fall over, "O-oh hey..." He pauses for a moment, "(Y/N), you look really nice in that dress." He eyes me up and down, which makes me feel uncomfortable and I take a few steps back. He grabs a random cup and starts to drink it, I take the cup away from him and notices that it's vodka. Sighing, I try to look around for someone I know to help, but there isn't. I try my best to help Nikoli up the stairs without having him fall down. There were a few close calls, but I manage to get him up. While dragging him along I turn into the first unoccupied room in the hall and sit him on the bed. As I walk away I feel a small tug on my sleeve. Turning around, Nikoli shoved me onto the bed. My brain goes a mile a minute Shit! What the fuck am I going to do? I can't fight him, he too strong, and very drunk! He's not thinking! Frantically and shaking a bit, I try to get back up be he's already on top of me. His lips crash onto mine, and I continue to struggle.

"Nickoli.... Please..... Stop this..." I try to get out, but he is not listening to me. All I do is struggle to break free, and damn he's a lot stronger than I first figured. Nickoli breaks the kiss. Breathing heavily, I catch my breath and try to get up, only to be pinned down again. Please Lord, help me. He starts to run his hand up and down my chest and lifts the edge of my shirt... at this point, I feel so violated.