Prompt Post 1

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<sub>Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky</sub>


Ao3 collection:
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/YuriOnIceKink

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Fill: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

Chris

"Victor," Yuuri hisses, pushing Victor's hands away. They're at an after-after party in Christophe's hotel suite. Victor's face is flushed and his shirt was gone somewhere around his third drink. He's still on his fourth, so he's still wearing pants, but he's pressed against Yuuri in ways that threaten to change that, preferably as soon as possible.

"Such heartbreak," Victor whines. "Don't you want me?"

And of course, Yuuri wants. Just maybe not here. "Let's go back to our room," Yuuri murmurs.

"But what if I can't wait that long?" Victor pouts. "C'mon, Yuuuri, Chris has a separate bedroom." Victor pulls Yuuri into a hug, "No one will know."

Yuuri is only two drinks in, but it's enough and his dick was hard long before Victor had peeled off his shirt. They shuffle to the bedroom, Victor's pants and boxers gone. Yuuri is kneeling, lips wrapping around Victor's dick.

There's a shuffle, a sound, Yuuri stops (to Victor's numerous protests) to see Chris sauntering in the room, grinning.

"Oh, friends, don't stop on my account."

"Yuuuri, I'm dying," Victor wails. Yuuri takes Chris at his word and doesn't.


Phichit

Phichit is an amazing friend. He is the best friend. He refuses to fault himself for being unable to look away. Victor and Yuuri are so wrapped up in each other, that they'd never heard him enter the locker room. The rink has been technically been closed for several hours- but he'd left a few things and was just going to drop by quickly to grab them.

Victor's pants are around his ankles and Yuuri is grasping his dick with hand, other wrapped around his waist. They're kissing and the kiss makes Phichit wonder if they need air anymore. The noise Victor makes when their lips part is strangled, part whine, part gasp. Yuuri's eyes are closed as his hand continues to jack Victor off.

Victor is thrusting into his hand, hips and ass moving in such lewd ways that Phichit will have needs of his own later. He thinks this is bold, for Yuuri and is silently grateful to Victor for properly corrupting his friend. Phichit sneaks out after snapping the requisite number of blackmail photos. He’s sure Victor comes when they notice someone had been there, from the Russian shouting that follows him out the door.

Yurio

Yuri's eyes are wide as he slams back the vodka, age restrictions be damned. He will never, never be able to erase that image from his mind. "It was awful," he snarls.

"Was it?" Otabek answers. "You haven't spoken about anything else for over an hour."

"They're disgusting!" Yuri shouts, face red. He can still see the pig's dick jutting from his body. He can still hear Victor's moaning. "Who has sex in the bleachers at the rink!?"

"You said it was three in the morning," Otabek says, scrolling through his phone. "Why were you there?"

"Why does that even matter?!" Yuri screams.

Yakov

Victor fidgets. He isn't doesn’t know what he's done to earn his coach's ire this time. Sure- he's out of shape and old and woefully behind the others. But he'd also gotten silver at Nationals and is making great progress while simultaneously coaching Yuuri. Victor smiles just at the thought of the Yuuri.

Yakov coughs. "There've been complaints."

"Complaints?" Victor asks.

"About you and Katsuki."

Oh. That. He can't help it. Yuuri is so intoxicating and the idea that so many people have caught them that there have been complaints has him half hard. Yakov stops him as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Vitya, what you and Katsuki do away from here is your business. But I had to suffer through a three-hour critique from Lillia about Yuuri's technique and your poor flexibility they last time she caught you here. I will not suffer that again, you understand?"

Minami
It’s become Legend. There are places you Don’t Go if Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are that the same competition.

“I just wanted to use the bathroom,” Guang-Hong Ji tells him with wide eyes. “And there they were… just. I’m not sure I was still a virgin after seeing that.” (Somewhere near him, Leo de Iglesia snorts.)

“They don’t even try to hide how gross they are Yuri Plisetsky says, skating away from him, red-faced.

“I once thought I saw Nikiforov go down on Katsuki right after Katsuki’s free skate,” Emil Nekola says. “Right over there,” he waves towards the wall. “The competition wasn’t even over yet.”

Legend also says, that if you want a show, the married couple is happy to provide one.

Sara Crispino and Mila Babicheva giggle. “Oh yes,” Sara says. “I’d be careful in the parking garage. Victor apparently doesn’t realize how sounds echo in that space.”

“Or maybe he does,” Mila winks at him.

Minami treads carefully. He enters the bathroom cautiously. Victor is washing his hands at the sink and Yuuri is bent over, tying his shoes. They’re murmuring to each other quietly and Minami slides into a stall, unsure if he’s relieved or disappointed.

When he forgets his good luck charm in the locker room before he skates, he dashes back- and opens the door slowly. Victor is sitting on the bench- perfectly decently clothed and tying Yuuri’s skates. Neither man even looks disheveled.

When he stumbles into a deserted hotel hallway, drunk on his first bronze in a major competition and a little actual alcohol, Victor and Yuuri are sitting against a wall, *talking*. Minami dismisses the rumors as just that.

(“Do you think he noticed?” Victor whispers, breathy with anticipation as Yuuri strokes his cock, through his pants.
“He was pretty drunk, but maybe,” Yuuri whispers back.
Victor comes.)

Re: Fill: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP, but this is great.

Re: Fill: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

"It was awful," he snarls.

"Was it?" Otabek answers. "You haven't spoken about anything else for over an hour."

10/10, would snark again

Re: Fill: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP, but I love the situations, and the way everybody is so onto them and their kink. The finishing parenthesis was gold.