Okay, so I would like to just STATE that I know a lot of my stories follow a theme, but it's kinda different. But it's basically you're Yuri's Japanese-Korean cousin! (I'm a kpop fan okay, judge me I don't care). ENJOY PLEASE.
NOTES WILL BE AT THE END
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"Nee, nee, (Y/N)-Chan!" Yuuri called down the phone, excitedly. "Is it true that you're coming to Japan as a commentator for the women's skate?! I can't wait to see you, it's been so long since you last came with Aunt Miho and Uncle Tae!"
(Y/N) laughed down the phone to him, playing with her (H/C) hair. "It's true, and you don'half take after your cousin being a figure skater, eh?" She chortled again, only to hear Yuuri giggle. "Is there room in the in for a small one?" She asked, not knowing if there was a hotel.
"Of course there it!" The brunette male responded rather boisterously, making the girl pull the phone away from her ear, but return it so she could listen. "Do you really think that mum would let her niece stay in a hotel? You'll be in my room - like the old days!"
The (H/C) continued to laugh, somehow so much, she fell off her bed. "Ow!" She exclaimed through laughter, only for her to answer Yuuri saying she's fine. "Anyway, I better get packing, my flight is early in the morning and I'm not packed!"
"Okay, see you at the airport, (N/N)-chan! Oh, whilst I remember, my coach is staying at the springs as well! He's excited to meet you!" He expressed with much enthusiasm.
"Okay, I can't wait to meet Victor! It'll be great for my blog!" She squealed, looking at her poster. "Anyway - I'll see you tomorrow morning, byeeee!" She called, pressing the 'hang up' button and falling back on her bed. "At last!" She screamed, rolling around on her bed before packing her bags.
~Timu Skippu~
After a two hour flight, which was very comfortable despite it being cramped, (Y/N) landed at Saga Prefecture Airport, and was greeted with a big hug from her cousin when she got to the arrivals lounge, only for him to push her to the floor.
"You're actually here, (N/N)-chan!" Yuuri sobs, his nose running like a toddler's. "I'm so happy!" He continues to sob, holding her tightly whilst she wept happily too.
"I missed you, Onii-chan!" (Y/N) exclaimed, holding Yuuri tightly, but after a few weird stares, they dried their tears and got out the airport, hopping into a taxi and driving to Karatsu and the family hot springs.
Once there, (Y/N)'s entire extended family was there to greet her, bringing her to tears as she ran and hugged them all so warmly. "It's been too long!" She balled, everyone crying with her.
They then rushed her into the springs to keep her warm, and her aunt got to making three big bowls of Katsudon.
Whilst she was doing that, she curled up under the kotatsu table next to Yuuri and sighed happily, only to look up and glance over to see him standing immodestly, only body hugging underwear the colours of the Russian flag covering him, and it hardly left much to the imagination.
"Oi, Yuuri~." He called, a thick Russian accent coming through his Japanese. "Is this the cousin that is the commentator?" He quizzed, only for (Y/N)'s nose to begin trickling.
"Nee... onii-chan... why is he only in boxers?" She whimpered softly, falling against his body whilst Yuuri looked at Viktor with a pointed stare.
"Viktor, put on a gown! She's about to faint!" He mumbled, albeit marginally panicked whilst thinking about the blood now gushing from his younger cousins face.
"Yeah, yeah... just appreciate my body! It's art work!" He chuckled, before putting on the robe that Yuuri had now thrown at his head.
"Way to make a good impression, Viktor..." Yuuri mumbled, although (Y/N) had already bounced back from the nose bleed.
"Viktor, this is my younger cousin, (Y/N) Myeong-Katsuki, (N/N)-chan, your idol, Viktor Nikiforov."
(Y/N) slowly made her way toward Viktor, crawling on her hands and knees, only to bow down at his feet. "Viktor-senpai... thank you for gracing the figure skating world with your glorious presence!" She practically gave herself a concussion praising him.
Viktor laughed, petting her head, before Makkachin came and sat on her back, nuzzling into her hair. "Eh?!" She squealed, gently pushing the dog off and sitting up to look at him.
"Vicchan passed away.. I thought?" She asked aloud, before gasping. "IS THIS A ZOMBIE?!" Her eyes widened as she looked at Yuuri and Viktor, who were pissing themself.
"Oi, (N/N)-chan, this is my woofer, Makkachin!" Viktor said, whilst (Y/N) was cradling the puppy like a baby. "But he seems to like you, he's a good judge of character! Let's take a bath together, just you and me, yes?" He asked, smirking slightly.
(Y/N) was pondering the idea before the katsudon arrived. "After this, Viktor!" She responded with hearts in her eyes, only for the traditional meal in front of her. She said her evening meal tradition, along with the two men, and basically swallowed the bowl whole.
"I'll meet you out in the shared baths, Viktor!" She exclaimed, already taking off her sweatshirt and top, leaving the room in just a bra and her jogging bottoms.
Viktor wolf-whistled, only for Yuuri to dump his empty dinner bowl on his head. "Stop listing after my cousin! And cover your crotch, dude! You're putting me to shame!" The brunette shouted, covering his eyes and walking out the room and down to his.
Viktor removed the bowl, although Makkachin tried to lick his hair, and made his way to the shared baths, finding (Y/N) already in the spring with a flannel on the top of her head, sat in a meditation pose in the water.
Viktor slowly removed his boxers, and sunk into the water next do her, playing the Jaws theme in his head as only his eyes were showing whilst in the bath. His hands reached out for her shoulders, but due to her slipping down slightly, they landed on her breasts.
(Y/N) fell out her trance immediately, only for her face to spread red and make her breathe harder. "Viktor! I know you're standing to attention but come on, chill with the saluting!" (Y/N) said as she covered her chest and Viktor stood up blushing and laughing.
He looked away and smirked. "But you aren't complaining, Kotyonok?" He teased, leaning his hands on the edge of the spring, body pressed against (Y/N)'s.
"Vicchan..." she mumbled before the Russian tree pressed his lips against hers, and the fiery battle of dominance began. They fought, became tongue tied and eventually, Viktor won and he squeezed his way between her legs and pulled her body closer, moving his lips and leaving sloppy, wet love-bites all along her neck.
(Y/N) could do nothing but gasp, and it was enough to catch Yuuri's attention as she walked past to go to the male baths.
He looked, and he stopped to stare and said one thing.
"VIKTOR NIKIFOROV! GET OFF OF HER!"
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Hi everyone! I know it's been a while since I updated but college got extremely stressful and the the last thing on my mind was my writing, but I'm trying to change that!
But I wanna thank feliskairis for helping me write it in certain parts (thanks senpai)
But yeah I'm changing my shit but I'll just upload as of when I can!