One shots vol. VII (Seme male reader x Various)

Viktor Nikiforov x Billionare!SMR part 10

Ten years later

Viktor and Y/n were sitting in the front row as they watched their son performing on his debut in Grand Prix. Viktor was the one, who prepared the program for him. Over the years S/n proved that he indeed inherited Viktor's talent. The press and ice skating fans were all under impress whenever S/n walked on the ice.

-I'm so nervous. - said Viktor. - And worried. God, I hope he will do well.

-Babe, I think you take it harder than S/n. - chuckled Y/n. - Look how calm he looks. He will be fine, you'll see.

Indeed, S/n was focused as he performed. He tuned everything out and just did what he was best at. Viktor's heart jumped in his chest every time S/n was doing a jump. Y/n on the other hand was calm. He knew his son was a perfectionist. He practiced long and hard until he couldn't get any part of his program wrong. He was right. S/n finished his performance without a single mistake. Y/n and Viktor went up to him and held him tight when he stepped out of the ice.

-Good job. - said Y/n kissing his forehead.

-S/n I'm so proud of you. - swooned Viktor.

-Thanks. - S/n smiled and sighed in content.

His parents followed him to see his score. Viktor's jaw dropped when it turne out that S/n beat his father's life record, and it was only his debut. The crowd erupted in cheers again. S/n grinned wide and winked when the camera went closer to him. Y/n smirked at his son's behavior and ruffled his hair.

-That's my boy. - he chuckled.

Time skip

S/n won the Grand Prix with a huge difference in points between him and the second place. He was named the Dominator. Viktor squeezed S/n in his arms so hard that he was barely able to breathe. Y/n couldn't stop himslef from laughing at his son's situation.

-Baby, you will strangle him. - he said, trying to calm Vikotr down.

-My baby! - Viktor was holding his son with a heart-shapoed smile on his face, not listening to his husband at all.

-Pops, save me. - said S/n.

-This will need some drastic measures.- smirked Y/n and wrapped his arms around Viktor's waist and kissed his neck. Viktor arched his back and immediately went into Y/n's arms. Y/n stepped away a bit, pulling Viktor into his chest. - Done.

-Thanks. - said S/n, a bit embarrassed that it all happened in front of the audience. S/n decided to play along and waved at his fans, erning a loud cheer from them.

-Come kid, let's celebrate. - smiled Y/n. This time S/n didn't even argue that he wasn't a kid anymore. He let it slide, just this once. The family went out to the best restaurant in town for a delicious dinner. After some time they were joined by Yuri Katsuki and the rest of their friends. S/n felt a bit uneasy at first, some of them were strangers to him. He only knew both Yuris, Chris and Otabek. Y/n saw that and whispered to him to just act like they practiced. Y/n taught him how to act during the banquets or buisness meetings. This was useful in every situation, even when S/n was giving an interview, which was quite often lately.

-Thanks. - the muttered to his father, earning another ruffle of his hair.

Y/n smiled at his son and watched as S/n dealed with the attention. Viktor talked loudly how proud and happy he was with S/n's success. Viktor dreamed of this moment ever since S/n put the skates on for the first time. S/n was happy awwell. Winning surely felt good. His parents were proud, he was in the center of attention and he got a prize, which wasn't bad at all. He won some competitions as a kid, but that wasn't the same thing as winning the Grand Prix. He could get used to that.

-I'm so proud of my little baby. -sighed Viktor again.

-Thanks papa. - answered S/n taking a sip of his soda. - This is the best prize I could get.