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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Yuri_Plisetsky, Georgi_Popovich
  Additional Tags:
      Macro/Micro, Macro_Yuri/Micro_JJ, Witch_Georgi_strikes_again, mild_body
      horror, like_so_mild, Dubious_Consent, squeezing_and_crushing
  Series:
      Part 3 of NSFW_Yurio_Week_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-14 Words: 3190
****** Crush Him ******
by BoxWineConfessions
Summary
     Yuri tosses JJ onto his cock. It barely flags underneath his weight.
     JJ crawls all fucking over it. He likes the way that his back muscles
     ripple as he grabs him around the head of his cock and tugs at his
     foreskin with both hands. He likes the way that he flexes his arm
     muscles when he pulls tugs downward.
     For NSFW Yurio Week 2017
Notes
     Please don't think about the actual proportions too much. I was
     playing around with http://www.macrophile.com/macro-stat/ for about
     three days but it's far too technical and i couldn't transpose that
     into visualizing an actual body.
“Hey asshole!” Yuri kicks at the door of Georgi’s apartment several times
before producing the desired response. Georgi opens the door, but only a few
inches. Yuri does his best to pry at the door and open it further, but to no
avail. It’s chained from the inside, so Yuri wedges his platform boot into the
gap and keeps shouting. “Georgi open the fuck up.”
“Yuri I’m in mourning. I cannot interact with the vibrant and living during
this time, for I have-“
“I wanna buy one of your shitty potions.”
“Oh,” and immediately there’s the sound of a chain being undone on the inside.
Georgi undoes the lock, and opens the door. “Very well.”
Yuri doesn’t want to come inside. He’d much rather throw some money at Georgi
and get the goods out here. But Georgi leaves the door wide open, and shuffles
off saying, “I’ll make us some tea.”
Yuri is so fucking desperate, so he skulks across the dark purple shag carpet
and sinks into the jet black velvet sofa. He doesn’t say a goddamn thing when
Georgi serves him tea from a china set while wearing a black lace veil across
his face. He doesn’t say a goddamn word when Georgi peels back his black
brocade housecoat to reveal a puffy white ruffle shirt. He doesn’t say a
goddamn word when Georgi retouches his black lipstick in the mirror in the
foyer just off the living room where he can still see.
“So what brings you to me today Yuri?”
“I have to crush JJ in Moscow,” Yuri says upon draining the last of the tea
from the small teacup Georgi offers him. “It almost killed me to lose to him in
Canada.” China clinks against China when he sloppily rests it back into the
saucer. “I want to be so good that I can step on him on my way up to the
podium.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in my,” Georgi wriggles his eyebrows at him, and
it makes him want to barf. “Abilities.”
“I’ll do anything you hag. If you understood that, you’d win too.”
“Yuri, if I had anything I knew would make me win, don’t you think I’d use it?”
“Don’t fucking fuck with me,” Yuri gets up from the sofa and busies himself
with kicking the nearest piece of decrepit antique furniture he can find, just
to show Georgi that he’s serious. “Give me something.”
“You want to be able to crush him?”
“That’s what I fucking said right?”
===============================================================================
 
Georgi told him to drink the bottle the night before the free skate.
Yuri finds himself at the rink long after the crowds, and the athletes, and the
television crews have gone. There’s all sorts of bullshit going on, and its
thick in the air. Victor left, and Katsudon is a mess, not that he cares. JJ
skated to that stupid fucking shitty song about himself, and it made his blood
boil.
Yuri decides to chug the bottle in the locker room, and then burn off the rest
of his energy on the rink until the night crew comes to chase him out and scrub
the rink down clean.
He uncorks the bottle and bangs his hand up against the hard metal of the
locker while doing it. “Fuck! Goddamn shit!” He spills a little on the floor,
and while sopping it up with a dirty track suit, he hopes that it’s okay if
he’s not drinking every last drop.
“God this is so fucking disgusting,” Yuri gags the liquid down best he can. It
tastes like a mixture of black licorice and musty gym sock, but he wasn’t
talking through his ass. He’ll do anything to win.
Yuri pulls on his skates and slams on his guards determined to have a good
skate. He’s on his home turf for fuck’s sake!
Except, he rounds the corner only to see thatasshole doing compulsories the
same way that little girls giggling on the rink after school do compulsories.
He even fucking looks like one with his hands clasped behind is back, skating
in perfect almost dainty loops. A grown ass man of his size shouldn’t be able
to skate like that.
“Fucking loser,” Yuri huffs, and hops over the low rink barrier, not waiting to
get to the entrance proper. He hits the ice hard, and launches into his own
sequences immediately, determined to not let that asshole bother him.
He ignores his call of, “Princess Yuri!” because if he doesn’t that loser is
getting a toe pick to the face. Yuri moves quickly, desperately trying to
ignore what he cannot ignore. He hates JJ with a white hot rage that makes his
feelings toward Victor and Katsudon seem tame. There’s also the pesky,
undeniable fact that he’s also jerked off into a dirty sock or used takeout
napkin every single night since Skate Canada. It’s just that the fucker is all
muscle in a way that a male figure skater shouldn’t be. It’s just that, Yuri’s
wanted a fucking tattoo since grandpa’s neighbor, the old guy with milky
cataract eyes and a scar, showed him his tattoos from prison.
He does his best to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach too. It feels
like that time he ate a whole bunch of cotton candy and got onto one of the
rickety swing rides at the carnival with grandpa, but he doesn’t know why he
feels this way. Must’ve been something he ate. Must’ve been that stupid fucking
potion.
Fuck! Georgi tried to poison him!
Time slows, and Yuri glides to the rail. His vision gets blurry, and all he can
hear is the worst fucking voice in the world, “Kitten, are you alright?”
“Get the fuck away from me asshole!”  There’s a hand on his shoulder, and
Yuri’s bucking him off. There’s a strange ripping sound, as his arm feels like
its being pulled out of its joints. In slow motion, Yuri watches his arm extend
as if it were made of silly putty. His arm stretches outward, and bats JJ away.
Yuri doesn’t even have time to feel horrified, because his body keeps doing
strange things. His feet swell so large that they burst out of his skates, and
he stands barefoot on cold ice.
“P-Princess?” JJ stands stock still frozen in fear, because he’s a dumbass.
“What’s happening?”
“If I knew that don’t you think I’d make it fucking stop?” Yuri shouts over the
grotesque and meaty sound of his own bone and muscle ripping and multiplying to
grotesque sizes. His shins shoot upward, making him totter high above JJ. His
ribcage expands, and it feels like he’s being split in to two.
Worse still, his shirt is gone, and if his hips get any larger the last strand
of cloth covering his ass and his cock is gonna go.
So of fucking course it does. Then he’s naked as the day he was born in front
of Jean-Jackass of all fucking people. Yuri grows, and grows, and grows until
his head grazes the top of the arena. “Fuuuccckkk!” he must be at least thirty
feet tall right now. “JJ you asshole this is all your fault!”
“How is any of this my fault?” JJ squeals in an undignified tone.
“You suck so much, and I got so pissed off I went to that hag Georgi to get a
potion and he fucking poisoned me.” Yuri shouts so loud that the lights in the
raptors shake.
“Why would you get this potion? It seems so counterproductive to skating? Like
how are you even gonna move like that? You can’t even fit into skates.” JJ’s
eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and he shakes as he speaks but he doesn’t
move, and of course he doesn’t shut the fuck up.
“I didn’t want to be a fucking freak. I wanted to be able to cru-“ Yuri smirks
as he remembers his words to Georgi. Crush JJ. Yuri licks his lips in smug
satisfaction. “I’ll give you a head start JJ.”
“What do you mean Yuri? We need to figure out how to get you back to normal. I
mean. Like don’t you want to compete tomorrow? I want you to compete tomorrow.
I mean. If you want to bow out, I understand. You can hide your condition by
saying you were intimidated by the King and,”
Yuri stomps forward. His feet slide on the ice, but he can leverage his immense
form if he moves just so.  JJ slides backward. “I’m not fucking around JJ. I’m
gonna crush you.”
JJ’s eyes go wider still, and he books it to the other side of the rink. Yuri
pursues, finding actual movement in this large and cumbersome body incredibly
difficult. The only thing that keeps him from falling on his enormous ass is
the fact that his feet shatter the ice and the indentation in the ice gives him
leverage.
Jj skates to the other side, and Yuri closes off the distance between them only
for JJ to skate between his legs. JJ moves toward the exit of the rink, and
Yuri cuts him off by simply throwing a hand in front of the opening. Yet and
still, JJ’s a fast fucker. His new body doesn’t move quickly, and even a few
steps at a time make him feel winded.
JJ trips and stumbles on the cracked ice, and Yuri pins him beneath the ball of
his feet. His foot almost completely covers the expanse of the other man’s
chest, and he can’t say he dislikes the sight of JJ’s North Face jacket peeking
out from the space between his toes.
JJ’s big stupid eyes are blown wide, which is damn good. He probably won’t
actually do it, but he wants JJ to feel nervous. He wants JJ to fucking
understand how he feels when he’s on that second fucking spot on the podium. He
wants JJ to feel ten inches high, and crushed by the weight of a thousand or
more expectations.
“Aren’t you going to beg JJ?”
“Please? He wheezes.
Yuri lets up on the pressure on his chest. “I can’t hear you.”
“Please let me go. Please. C’mon. I didn’t even doanything wrong. You like the
challenge. I can see it-”
Yuri cuts him off by applying pressure again. “Shut up.”
Yuri lets off of JJ when he goes silent, and smacks his head against a rafter,
“mother fucker.” He swears and cradles his head in his hands. That fucking
sucked.
JJ gets up and tries to scurry away. Except, he can’t get very far. Yuri picks
him up by the back of the pullover, and holds him high above the ground. Of
course he kicks, and he flails, and he’s sliding out of his pullover and Yuri
has to catch him and keep him from breaking his neck. Cause like, he doesn’t
want to actually kill him. Then it takes both fists, one over the other to
fucking hold him still. “I don’t fucking understand how you can still be such a
pain in the ass,” Yuri comments dryly. He’d thought this would be more fun in
general.
“Sweetie, put me down. I’ll help you get rid of that bad magic. I’ve got father
Durand on speed dial. I’ll do whatever.” His fear is fucking fleeting, and that
is what pisses him off worst of all. “Do you think you’re gonna have stretch
marks when this is all over? What’s gonna happen to the extra skin?” Like he
isn’t taking any of it serious, and maybe Yuri should smash him like a bug
against the arena wall.
JJ’s skin is warm in his hands despite the coolness of the rink. His skin is
soft. Too soft really. He rubs his thumb across Leroy’s chest. He can feel the
way his skin is covered with gooseflesh. He gets a certain satisfaction when he
smooths it away with a simple barely there press of his thumb.  “Hey asshole,”
Yuri huffs. “Are you like, not scared of me anymore?”
JJ shrugs. “You didn’t kill me when you had the chance.”
“You don’t think I have it in me?” Yuri booms.
“I think you must have something else on your mind babe.” JJ’s gaze dips low,
and Yuri looks downward too. Here’s the thing. You can hide a locker room boner
relatively quickly. Jump into the shower and jerk it, or pull on the biggest,
most oversized tracksuit you can find. It’s different when your stark fucking
naked and your semi alone is several feet long.
“It’s a side effect of the shitty hag potion!” Yuri insists.
“Of course,” JJ says with a grin and a wink that makes him squeeze him harder.
He doesn’t relent until JJ makes an exaggerated gagging sound followed by,
“Yuri!”
Yuri softens his grasp once again.
“Instead of just squeezing me like a stress ball, why don’t you let me help you
burn off some of that black magic?”
Yuri holds JJ in one tight fist, splays his palm out wide, and drops JJ into
his hand. With his free hand, he rubs his fingertip over the visible bulge in
JJ’s warm up pants. “Fucking freak. You like it when I squeeze you like a
stress ball.”
“Maybe, just a little,” JJ admits. His face burns with a cherry red hot blush.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know. Me and Isabella do a lot of things to, y’know remain chaste.”
Yuri repeats himself. This time his voice shifts from disgust to actual
disbelief, “what the fuck is actually wrong with you?” But of course, he says
this as he continues to rub his giant fingertip across JJ’s dick. He can feel
it twitch and he can feel it pulse underneath the thin fabric. Yuri clumsily
works his finger underneath the waistband, and he smirks with satisfaction when
the fabric ripsand falls away.
So of FUCKING course Jean-Jackass keeps talking. “Like y’know she steps on me
and stuff. Sometimes with her heels. Sometimes just her feet. Sometimes-”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll wad you up and toss you onto the ground like the
garbage you are.”
Yuri really shouldn’t do this. He hates JJ. Except, even when the ice bites at
his toes, he can’t stop thinking about it. Even when JJ won’t stop talking, he
can’t stop thinking about it. Realistically, if not now, when? And does he
really wanna keep jerking off to the thought of Leroy for forever?
JJ doesn’t fucking listen, “when am I ever gonna have the chance to get a dick
this big?”
Yuri takes three easy strides to the end of the rink. He plops down on the tile
flooring where the bleachers are folded in. This too buckled underneath his
immense weight. Ooops. Then, he tosses JJ onto his cock. It barely flags
underneath his weight.
He likes the way that JJ crawls all fucking over it. He likes the way that his
back muscles ripple as he grabs him around the head of his cock and tugs at his
foreskin with both hands. He likes the way that he flexes his arm muscles when
he pulls tugs downward.
JJ mouths at it greedily. He can feel the barely there wet smack of lips as he
tries to lap at him. It’s almost, kind of endearing, the way he does that. Like
Yuri’s gonna get off on that.
Even though he’s nothing but compact muscle, JJ’s skin feels like satin as he
drags his body against his cock, and it would almost be perfect if he would
just shut up. “Can you feel this?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?”
“Ye-es.” Yuri stammers when he straddles his cock and humps him.
“Feels good?”
“If it didn’t feel good, I’d crush you.”
They go back and forth like this until Yuri’s leaking pre-cum all over the
place, and JJ can barely stay balanced because of how slick his cock is. How
fucking funny would that be? JJ breaking his arm because he slipped on his cum.
Yuri grabs him up again, lays him flat on his back against his palm, and orders
him, “spread your legs open Jeh-Jeh.”
JJ complies. It’s almost nauseating how happy he looks, and how fucked out he
looks. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s got this cutenasty blush dusted
across his chest, and his own cock is hard and leaking against his stomach.
Yuri puts his cock between JJ’s legs. JJ immediately wraps them around, but
he’s too thick and he can’t get all the way around. JJ does the same with his
arms.
Yuri’s so slick with precum that he can slide JJ down the length of his shaft
easily. He gives himself a few long lazy pumps, “how are you doing asshole?”
“Never better.” It comes out muffled from the other side of his cock. Yuri
repeats this motion several times, and then flips JJ over so that he’s laying
on his stomach on the top side of his cock.
This is much better. Yuri can watch his enormous hand cover JJ’s back. He can
see his taut ass brush slowly cover the enormous veins in his cock. “Are you
close JJ?”
“Princess, I already came. That’s how damn good you are.” Hm, must’ve mingled
in with all of his precum and he didn’t even notice. “I wanna go again though.
“
“Greedy mother fucker,” Yuri growls and pumps JJ’s body against him harder, and
faster. He uses more pressure, and JJ just groans. It doesn’t take long for the
sensation that’s been building at the base of Yuri’s stomach for quite some
time to spill over. He starts coming in long abundant spurts.
He doesn’t move JJ away from the stream of cum that pours from his dick. He
lets JJ get soaked in it. When he sputters and coughs, Yuri still holds him
firm. Let him fucking drown in it.
He certainly doesn’t lay a cum soaked JJ across the expanse of his collarbone
when it’s all finished. He certainly doesn’t run an enormous finger down his
back as tenderly as he possibly can in this big, cumbersome as fuck body.
===============================================================================
 
Georgi receives a call from Yuri’s number. He chuckles to himself before
picking up. Not at all to his surprise, Jean-Jacques Leroy is on the other end
of the line.
“Hey um, Georgi. Mr. Popovich. This is Jean-Jacques Leroy.” His voice waivers
constantly between confidant and shaken to the core. “You’ve probably heard of
me because of my amazing performance at Skate Candada.”
In the background, a loud and thunderous voice booms, “get to the fucking point
asshole.” It’s distorted, but he’d know that gruff voice anywhere.
“Yuri used your potion at the rink. It’s kind of a mess and-“
Yuri screams, “get the fuck down here and fix everything asshole.”
Then Jean-Jacques adds, “and could you bring us some clothes.”
Georgi doesn’t say anything for a moment. He reaches for his wand, places a few
vials into his satchel. “This is going to cost you. You both know that right?”
 
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