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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Kitten, Pet_Names, Spanking, Sexual_Content, Lingerie, First
      Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-09 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 2417
****** Otayuri Ficlets ******
by djdaddybek_(llyn)
Summary
     Otayuri ficlets from tumblr
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Because Your Ass is Cute *****
“Because your ass is cute,” Otabek says, pushing the bad little kitten into the
cramped stall and locking it.
“That’s not a reas–ah! Daddy, my hair!”
“Shut up,” Otabek growls against Yuri’s hot little ear, burning bright red
under the fluorescents, both of them blinking back neon floaters from the dark
club’s bright lights, roving the crowd like helicopter searchlights. His hand
twists tight in one of Yuri’s messy pigtails, making the kitten wince, pink
lips falling open– ow-ow-ow .
Otabek wrenches Yuri’s tight pants down his thighs so rough Yuri nearly falls
but his daddy pins him in place against the stall, licking sloppily over his
ear. He loves his baby’s ears, the way he’ll squirm and gasp when Otabek bites
them like his favorite candy.
“We’re gonna get caught,” Yuri whines, pushing back against his daddy’s hand as
he grabs a handful of cheek and squeezes hard. “Daddy, I was just dancing.”
“Shut up,” Otabek says. That little ass makes his mouth water, fading fingertip
bruises purple on his skin–his daddy’s little bruised peach. He can dance as
slutty as he wants but he’s got to learn the consequences.
“Stick it out.”
“Daddy–”
He gets spanked for that, a sharp crack loud over the bass rattling the
fixtures– boom-boom-boom-crack . The kitten gasps, then sticks his ass out just
like his daddy wants, fingers curled over the top of the stall.
“Good boy,” Otabek says, and the kitten looks over his shoulder, tossing a
pigtail, lip caught in his canine. His daddy isn’t smiling. “You ready for your
spanking?”
Yuri whips his face away, suddenly shy. “Yes,” he says, quieter than his
complaints, so quiet it gets swallowed up in the booming bass and sirens like
the whole club’s a submarine under attack. He spreads his legs as far as he can
with his tight pants still binding his thighs.
Otabek hums, “What’d you say?” He runs his fingertips down his baby’s
back–black crop top stuck to his skin with sweat, the pretty arch of his spine,
his pink ass, his skinny thighs. He grabs his kitten’s thong and snaps it.
“Ah! I said yes!” Yuri says, glaring over his shoulder this time in a huff.
“I’m  ready. ”
“‘Yes,  daddy ,’” Otabek says, then cracks his hand against that tiny ass
again. Yuri whines, head dipping back so far that the tip of his pigtails flirt
with his waist. Otabek pushes him forward again, with a hand around his neck,
fingers dipping below his spiky collar to press his fingernails into soft skin.
“Say it.”
“Yes, daddy,” Yuri says and gets spanked again, moaning.
“Say ‘ Thank you, daddy, ’” Otabek says, nibbling Yuri’s earlobe.
“T-thank you, daddy,” Yuri says.
“Good kitten,” Otabek runs his hand up and down Yuri’s ass. The little thing
gasps as his daddy gives him one last hard spank before he hooks his fingers in
Yuri’s lacy thong and pulls it to the side. “You’re welcome.“
***** Favorite Kitten *****
“Daddy, am I your favorite?” Yuri asks, blinking his big, green eyes. Otabek
pretends to think about it, fighting off sleep as he pets his kitten’s tangled
hair. Anyone else would’ve been kicked out of his bed by now–Otabek’s not one
for cuddling afterwards. But Yuri goes boneless and sugarsweet with come
dripping down his skinny thighs, little ass so bright red and angry Otabek
would feel guilty if the kitty hadn’t begged harder, daddy, spank me harder.
When they met, Otabek worried he’d scare him away–his tastes run toward the
unspeakable and there’s a difference between dressing dressing dark and living
it but there’s no line the kitten won’t cross with him. He makes his daddy so
proud–but Otabek would never admit that out loud. It would go to his kitty’s
head.
“Are you my favorite?” he asks. “Of all my little kittens? Hm, I dunno.” His
hand strays down his back. Yuri arches under the touch, always playing kitten,
even when he’s so fucked out and raw that he whines and hides his face when his
daddy’s fingers brush his poor little rim. Otabek pushes a finger in, just to
hear him gasp and whine, “Daddy, ‘m too tender,” voice muffled and lazy like a
spoiled little brat. Otabek’s hard all over again. It’s his guilty
pleasure–Yuri’s sweet, sleepy complaints. Useless to pretend now he hasn’t
fallen. That every other pretty kitten he’s wooed and used and kicked out of
his bed was a placeholder until he could have his fierce tiger cub moaning and
fucking himself on his fingers while murmuring sleepily why they can’t. “Yes,
kitten,” Otabek says, soft against soft hair, pulling the pretty boy up onto
his lap to fuck his fingers deeper into his sticky rim. “You’re my favorite
kitty in the world.”
***** His Greatest Influence *****
“Yura, you made me who I am,” Otabek whispers warm agaisnt Yuri’s soft hair. “I
hope you know that.“
Yuri only sighs and shifts closer in his sleep, tangling his long legs with
Otabek’s.
“I failed ballet but I thought–fine–I will still find a way to be near him.
After only a week I cared less about dancing than I did you.“
A Kazakh night. They keep the bedroom window open. Hours earlier Yura had
dropped his bags on the bed and gazed out at the city, but what more could city
lights add to his eyes? Otabek, bold and burning up with Yuri so near, had
draped himself over the tiger, their fingers interlacing on the sill. He
pressed close to let Yuri feel how hard he was. The time for games was over.
Thinking of it now only makes him hard again–making love like that in the open
window, the city their audience. Yuri loved it, of course. His kitten so loves
to put on a show.
“Yura,” he says now, a singsong  here kitty . “You know I never made a choice
without thinking of you first.” He wishes the kitten would wake up. He wants
the pretty boy to ride him. The moon shining in through the window could be
their audience now. “I’d see a shirt and think–but would Yuri like it? My
clothes,” he says. “My bike,” kissing Yuri’s hair after each item on his list.
“My music. This flat,” It makes him laugh, soft, in the dark. He might be
ridiculous. “My life has been wrapped around yours since we were kids and you
only know now. Does that make me a bad man?”
Yuri groans, glaring up at him in a one-eyed squint, “What’re you rambling?“
“Nothing,” Otabek says. “But you’re awake now.” He catches Yuri’s slender wrist
in his hand and moves it onto his cock. He’s chafed, but they’ll manage. “Get
to work.”
Yuri scrunches his nose and whines sleepily, then does just what Otabek says.
Of course. After many years of study, he knows just what his Yura likes.
***** Can't You Stay a Little Longer *****
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Yuri asks, voice sleepy as he rubs his eyes.
“My flight will leave without me.”
Yuri hums, watching Otabek in the dim light of the lamp. He picks his clothes
up off the floor, slips on his black boxers, starts to look for his phone. Yuri
hugs a pillow, missing his warmth. He feels sore all over. Sore in the best
way. “Daddy?” he asks, feeling his face heat up with the word.
Otabek stops his search all at once to look over at the bed, “What, kitten?”
Yuri smiles and hides his smile in the pillow. He loves this new game. “Mm,
I’ll miss you,” he says. He knows he should let Otabek leave, but he wants
more. He wants to do something reckless–beg for a hickey, take a picture of
Beka half-dressed and post it, #daddy. He wants everyone to know what happened
here last night.
“I’ll miss you, too, kitten,” Otabek says, snatching one of Yuri’s feet from
under the blankets and lifting it gently up for a kiss. “More than you know.”
Yuri has to hide his face in his hair. For a moment he doesn’t think he can
breathe. But Otabek drags him down the bed by his ankle, Yuri laughing as he
slips across the sheets, the air cold on his bare skin. Otabek bends to pick
him up, and Yuri clings to him. He wraps his legs around Beka’s waist while he
holds him in his arms, swaying to music that’s not there.
He sighs, resting his heavy head on Otabek’s shoulder. He’s boneless,
exhausted. He has a flight, too. He doesn’t care. In his daddy’s arms, he
doesn’t care about anything.
He didn’t know there was a word for what he felt around Otabek until last
night, when he told Yuri between greedy kisses how he wanted to protect him,
take care of him, make him happy. How he was going to be Yuri’s daddy, forever.
“Daddy!” Yuri had whined. Otabek felt so big inside him. He’d never done this
before, and he wasn’t scared but–”Daddy, it hurts!” The word helped.
“Shh, kitten,” Daddy had said, and all at once it didn’t hurt at all. It felt
good, Yuri’s vision suddenly hot and white. They’d done it again and then
again, until Yuri felt inside-out and raw.
“Stay,” Yuri says now, against Otabek’s neck.
Otabek doesn’t answer, just kisses his hair, rocking him, “Be a good kitten for
me, yes?”
“Yes, daddy.” He tries not to whine as Otabek lowers him onto the bed. He’s
tucked beneath the soft blanket, Beka sitting down beside him to pet his hair.
“Go back to sleep, baby.”
Yuri wants to stay awake, but the bed is warm and he’s so tired. Daddy’s hand
in his hair is gentle and his eyes as he looks down at Yuri are soft and dark,
like there is no flight, no rush, just a daddy and his sleepy kitten.
He wakes up at noon to Yakov pounding at the door, but when he sits up
grumbling a teddy bear falls from the bed onto the floor. Yuri picks it up, his
heartbeat in his ears pounding loud enough to drown out Yakov. The tag on the
ribbon around its paw says  From Daddy . Yuri hugs the bear to his chest,
whispering against its soft head, “I love you.”
***** Party Trash *****
Chapter Summary
     (otayuri with implied otapliroy)
Otabek came home late that night, calling out in the dark house but nobody
answered. JJ’s beat up red Jeep was gone from the cracked driveway, and there
was no sign of the kitten, which made him frown. When he flicked on the light
the party trash from the night before lay exactly where he’d left it, and he
kicked a path through the cans and bottles and empty baggies and cigarette
butts and blunt wrappers and roaches and crumpled panties toward the kitchen.
The party trash didn’t stop there, if anything it was deeper, stickier, with
empty liquor bottles and smushed limes and lemons, a pile of cherry stems, a
pile of pizza boxes, a melted bag of ice that never made it in the freezer,
leaking cold water across the floor, and the freezer door itself, which dangled
from a single hinge. Otabek stopped to make himself a whiskey and coke,
surveying the wreckage, listening for the tinkle of the bell on his baby’s
collar somewhere in the mess but the only sound in the house was the tinkle of
the sad few slivers of unmelted ice he’d found against the rim of his glass.
He crunched his way toward the stairs, wondering if JJ and Yuri had ran off
somewhere for the night without telling him. That was fine, he thought, kicking
an empty keg from his path hard enough to leave a new dent in the wall. He
could entertain himself. He picked his way up the littered stairs to his room,
hand brushing the phone in his pocket then pulling away as if stung. No, let
them be. It was stupid to expect…no, Otabek wouldn’t let himself be
disappointed. It was too embarrassing. But still. He’d thought his kitten
cared.
JJ’s room was empty, coffee table covered in upturned cups and bottles, a dusty
mirror and rolled up bill, spent condoms like dead jellyfish on the rug. Yuri’s
room was locked, but Otabek had the key. Inside it was cool and neat and clean.
Otabek’s picture was still glaring out from in its heart-shaped frame on his
nightstand. He had a matching one in his room–Yuri beaming at the camera in
lopsided pigtails–that his baby had given him last year: “Daddy’s Little Angel”
the frame said.  
Oh well. He locked the door behind him and crossed the hall to his own room.
He’d work on beats until he felt sleepy. He’d thought–after last year–but no.
Just as he reached for the doorknob his feet got tangled in a pair of ripped
fishnets, and he went crashing into his room, catching his balance just on the
other side as the boy on the bed moaned past his gag. Otabek froze.
His kitty was all tied up with his cute little ass stuck high in the air, his
fluffy white kitten tail plug tickling his cheeks with a red bow tied around
the end, slutty red fishnets thigh highs pulled up on his long legs. There was
a second red bow around the kitty’s neck, with an envelope dangling from it
that Otabek snatched up.  To Daddy , it said, and inside was a card from JJ and
Yuri.
He played with Yuri’s tail while he read it, his baby drooling and whining high
past the gag, ears knocked sideways as he worried the rope around his wrists,
but JJ’s knots couldn’t be undone.  Happy Father’s Day to the Best Daddy in the
Whole World , it said, with pictures of teddy bears having a grill-out. It made
Otabek’s lips twist, and he bent over the bed to kiss his baby’s glittery
smooth skin from his little ass all the way up to his slender, pale shoulders,
red where the rope dug in. He took the gag out from his kitten’s mouth, and
Yuri licked his lips and smiled woozily at him, pretty blond eyelashes
fluttering as Otabek pulled on his his fluffy kitten tail plug.
“Daddy!” he said, wiggling, “Do you like your present?” So happy, so proud of
himself, and Otabek smirked at his little angel and pushed the gag back between
his kitten’s pink lips, ready to have a party of his own.
End Notes
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