That s not a first.
Chubby yuuri katsuki laying on the floor.
Yuri enters the room with a robe on and quickly apologizes as many times as possible but before he could continue i shut him up with a quick kiss on the lips.
Yuuri s pov oh yuuri i can hear victor hum from the living room yes victor i ask walking from the kitchen to the living room.
Yuri could not believe sleeping on the floor would be comfortable but as he lay down with yuri he could barely stop a sigh of contentment.
They lay on one side facing each other the look in yuri s warm eyes serious and a bit embarrassed.
He gently put it on the floor and got out the black cat next jet and he then put it on the floor retrieving the ginger.
Are you going to talk to yuuri katsuki otabek had mercy and changed the subject.
Hi yuratchka immediately not even seconds later i could see him typing.
Victor knew that maybe he shouldn t have but with all that cuteness he simply couldn t resist.
Reader requested yuri katsuki x reader requested jean jacques leroy jj x reader lemon.
You did amazing today the tutor complimented halting himself before he added yuuri s name without thinking.
Eating before dinner victor asks taking my chin and lifting it softly.
He is a passionate figure skater like his brother and went to detroit with him until he became an exchange student and went to russia where he met viktor nikiforov and yuri plisetsky.
Come yuuri took his hand and guided him towards the futon on the floor.
Thank i guess he looked away his cheeks on fire.
Y n katsuki or y n l n as his american form said is the younger son of the katsuki family.
No one would be able to laugh not when he was the best.
I should be a man about it right.
Yuri katsuki x reader pork cutlet bowls yuri plisetsky x reader meeting the russian punk.
What were you doing in the kitchen victor asks i totally wasn t snacking on a pork cutlet before dinner i say looking at the floor really.
Only 17 and already in college.
He lightly brushed away some of yuuri s hair and planted a small butterfly kiss on yuuri s forehead.
Sleeping deep on her.
I sit down on the floor and see yuri s mom smiling a little bit yet shocked.
He wanted to get better and better and better again to wipe away every mistake yuuri katsuki had ever made replace them with the achievements of his new personality.
I open messages and start typing.
After arriving to japan i pulled my phone out of my bag and scrolled through the notifications on my lock screen.
Yuuri shuffled a little under the new found warmth but then finally laid still.
I heard loud footsteps coming through and it was yuri.
The blond was pretty certain his jaw was somewhere on the floor and he looked completely stupid.
