Word Count: 1050

Rating: PG-13

Description: Viktor likes posting pictures of Yuuri online

The sunlight was spread across my face, causing me to awake from my deep slumber. I kept tossing and turning avoiding the vexing light. I faced the wall but my back caught most of the light. Then, I faced the other side and my head was growing hotter. There was no escape from the sun! I picked my glasses from the side of my pillow. Opened the legs of the glasses and placed them on. With the help of my legs, I jumped out of bed. My hand crept up to my cheek, expecting some saliva from Makkachin. Instead, it was as dry as a desert. I wonder why Makkachin didn't wake me up?

I slid the door, ambling to the kitchen. I yawn below my hand. "Good Morning!" Greeted I. "Mornin' little bro." I glanced to only see Mari with a cup of tea in her hand. I turned around hoping to spot Viktor around somewhere. Walking toward my older sister, I asked her "Where's Viktor?" Mari grabbed an empty cup. She poured the steaming tea into the cup, handing down to me. I grasped it, sipping it through. "He went to walk Makkachin, said when you're finished to head up to the rink." "Hmph. Thanks." I nodded. Hungrily eyes of mine searched for ingredients to cook. Mari left me alone in the kitchen. Opening the cabinet I was surprised by the lack of food we have. Mother was usually responsible for the provisioning her kitchen. Unless I forgot to go the market, again. There wasn't any to bare other than a canned fish that stinks. I closed the cabinet, defying the vileness fish.
"I left some Tamagoyaki in the fridge." I heard Mari's saving words across the hall.

I grasped the fridge's handle and swung it open. My eyes were drawn over to the perfect Tamagoyaki. I grabbed the plate, my tea, and chopsticks, heading to the table. Sitting down on the soft cushion, I rushed into eating the omelet. I tried savoring its deliciousness but it was hard when I was starving like crazy. As soon as the plate was empty. I swiped my finger across the crumbs, licking them off. 

Pushing my empty Tamagoyaki and tea away, I flipped my phone out of my pocket. To my surprise, I woke up rather early. To be precise it was 5:34 AM. Swiping my code I entered to my Instagram. I knew social media wasn't the best option for me but I couldn't help it. My thumb swiped across each post. Some were pictures of Phichit while others were just comments and news. Although I was already bored by the typical selfies of Phichit that overtook my home screen, one caught my eye. It wasn't posted by Phichit, instead, it was Viktor's post. It showed one of my skating poses from the back, mostly emphasizing my perky ass. My eyes glanced at his comment, saying This is art. ART! ART? I was speechless. My mouth made no effort for expressions, for my face did the job. The worst part was the massive amount of likes on this post! 
 Indiscriminately, I clicked on Viktor's profile. There, it loaded endless photos of me and just me! I noticed how closely he was focused with my ass with every photo. It was that or pictures of me sleeping soundlessly. I clicked on one of them and I felt a red hue coming on my cheeks. For it was a selfie of Viktor's half naked body next to my sleeping one with pj's on. His arms were around me and pretending kissing me on my cheeks. I could even see the peak of his muscular torso! I quickly covered my bleeding nose.

  Crap!

Exciting that page I started conceiving about the things he does when I'm innocently sleeping. Does he lay his naked body beside mine? Would he mumble dirty words to my ears? Or how Viktor would brush his fingers to my shoulder to my thighs. Stopping specifically at my thighs. The only chance he'll feel my inner thighs, giving them a few squeezes. Just as his fingers keep crawling higher in his inner thigh, until he reaches my pleasurable spot. Squeezing, poking and teasing my crotch. I might even squirm a little and Viktor hums a bit. Perfect timing to raise my waistband and slid his hand inside just to pleasure me in my sleep. Flicking his wrist and stroking my-
Agh! My dirty fantasy noted all these superfluous thoughts that can't be erased. My face was hotter than usual and my heart thundering pounded. My eyes went down to my lap, embarrassed to see a bulge already formed. My trembling hands slipped down my thighs stopping my erection. Ugh!

I fumbled over myself as I heard the footsteps approaching. "I'm home!" I heard a familiar voice. I heard a pant as the floorboard creaked. It was Makkachin! The poodle weighs made me fall to the floor. His tongue stretched across my face. I started laughing as Makkachin licked my ticklish spots. "I see Makkachin really loves you, huh?" I heard the Russian skater's husky voice. The palm of my hand supporting me to sit back down. The poodle sauntered over to Viktor's feet. I covered my crotch with my hands while looking up at him. "Well let's get going to the ice rink." Says he. "I-Ice skating rink? As in practicing?" I fumbled through my words. Viktor nodded. "But it's Saturday, we don't practice on weekends." 

The Russian man darted his eyes with a smirk. "I need more pictures of you practicing. You know doing this daily isn't easy." I looked down at my phone that revealed my early activity. I snapped my phone, burying it down into my pockets. "Eh! N-no. It's too embarrassing!" 

Viktor glanced down at me before walking away. "That's what makes it cute."

My blush from earlier returned but harder. The usage of Viktor's tone is bone-chilling. No wonder he has so many fans following his every step. He's so seductive! "Besides," Viktor echoed his voice through the hall. "Someone needs to help your erection." 

U-Uh...!

He's right, it was a bigger bulge before Viktor came. Agh! I hate it when he's right!~