Yuri!!! On Ice One Shots

Yuri Plisetsky - Grace

[Requested by: nikiloves22]

I'm so sorry it took me so long to write it! I hope you like it <3 | p.s I'll be using Nicole instead of Y/N because it was requested.

Yuri Plisetsky x dancer! reader

"Are you really asking me to show someone around Russia? Out of everyone, me?" Yuri raised an eyebrow skeptically, looking at Viktor. Viktor hesitated for a second before nodding. "No." Yuri turned to leave the rink, only to be pulled back by Viktor. "Please? I would do so myself but I'm busy," Viktor begged. "I'll get you anything you want for an entire month if you do this, please, Yurio." Yuri's eyes lit up when he heard the offer, nodding his head eagerly. "It's your loss, Vik." He whispered in Viktor's ear, wiggling out of Viktor's grasp before Viktor could react.

~Time Skip~

Yuri waited outside the hotel room, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The door swung open a few seconds later, revealing a [height] girl with stunning [e/c] eyes. "Are you Nicole?" Yuri asked, surveying the beauty in front of him. She nodded, closing the hotel door behind her. "And I assume you are the famous Yuri Plisetsky. Pleasure to meet you." She bowed a little, causing his cheeks to heat up. He moved his head so that his hair was covering his face, nodding in acknowledgement. "Likewise," He mumbled. "So, where do you want to go first?" He produced a few brochures of famous tourists attractions, handing them to her.

She barely gave them a glance, keeping her gaze trained on the blonde. "Thank you, but I'll like to see where you train." He looked up in surprise, locking gazes with her. "May I?" She tilted her head to the side slightly, sending his heart pounding against his chest. He gulped, breaking the eye contact and nodding quickly. "If that's what you want." He turned on his heel, heading towards the lift. Once his back was turned, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"The hell was that?"

~Time Skip~

"Here's where I train." Yuri announced once they stepped through the glass door, leading her towards the rink. Nicole's lips parted in awe, staring at the rink. "C-Can you perhaps skate something for me?" She turned to Yuri, a pleading look in her eyes. Yuri bit his lip, not wanting to mess up in front of the world's famous dancer. "Sure." The word slipped out of his lips before he could stop it, and in no time, he had laced up his skates, ready to skate to something he had choreographed himself to a stranger.

The music started. He closed his eyes, gliding across the ice in sync to the music and executing every jump with ease. When the music ended, applause echoed in the ring. "Beautiful!" Nicole called from the railings, a huge smile splayed across her lips. Yuri opened his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching up in satisfaction. "I loved it!" Nicole commented when he stepped off the ice, wiping away his sweat with his arm. A warm feeling pooled in his stomach, spreading through his veins.

"T-Thank you." He stuttered, untying his laces and slipping his feet back into his shoes. "Do you happen to know any dance studios around here?" Yuri thought for a moment, about to shake his head when Lilia popped up in his mind. "Yeah, I'll take you there if you want?" He offered. She squealed in delight, jumping up and down in ecstasy. "You're the best!" He allowed a smile to graze his lips for a second, before turning around the heading out of the rink, the excited girl following him with a small bounce in her steps. 

The duo arrived at the dance studio shortly. Nicole's eyes widened, and Yuri swore, he saw sparkles in those (e/c) eyes. She spun around in a circle from the middle of the dance studio, muttering compliments under her breath in her native language. Yuri leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "Viktor told me you took lessons in this studio?" She breathed out. He nodded his head, before realising that she wasn't looking at him at all. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement from the side, drawing her attention. 

"Why don't we dance together?" She suggested, walking towards Yuri and grabbing his hands. Yuri shook his head in protest, trying to tug them way. "I don't want to dance with a stranger." He muttered, emphasising the last word. "Come on, don't be mean..." She whined, lowering her head and sniffled. Yuri froze. "A-Ah, I'll dance with you, just please, don't cry!" He stuttered, his face burning up. She looked up at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "Thank you!" She cheered, letting go of Yuri's hands only to wrap them around him in a bone-crushing hug. 

Yuri tensed up at the intimate contact, his instinct kicking in instantly. He leaned back a little, although warmth coursed through his veins, spreading through his body. He lifted his hands up slowly, wrapping them around the smaller figure after a second of hesitation. Before he knew it, she pulled away first, leading him towards the centre of the studio. "Do you know how to waltz? It's fine, just follow me." Without wasting for his response, she placed one of his hands on her upper back and placed hers on his, grabbing his other hand and stretching it out. 

"1,2,3,4..." She counted down, before they both started to move. They moved in sync, though Yuri's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, trying to mirror Nicole's moves. Nicole's eyes were closed, a contented smile on her face. Yuri got the hand of it after a few times, and soon, his muscles started to relax, a smile spread across his lips. Eventually, their bodies started to tire. Yuri brought a halt to the magical moment, stopping in the middle and letting go of Nicole to wipe the sweat from his forehead. 

"You aren't half as bad as I thought you were." She chuckled after her sentence. "I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you." He bowed a little, before joining in the laughter. All of a sudden, he was pulling her close, the laughter ceasing. She tilted her head in confusion. "Yuri, wh-" He cut her off by bridging the gap between their lips. A small squeal of surprise slipped past her lips, but she kissed back immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

They pulled away occasionally for air, hungrily gulping the fresh oxygen before locking lips again, never seeming to get enough of each other's sweet lips. He slipped his hand under her top, pulling her closer. Yuri moved from her lips to her neck, attacking it furiously. She arched her back, biting her lip to keep the moans from escaping when he found her sweet spot and started to suck on it. "Y-Yuri.." She rasped out, digging her nails into his back. Yuri trailed kisses all the way back to her mouth, silencing her efficiently. 

"Yurio, where were yo- oh." The door to the dance studio flung open, startling the both of them. They sprang apart, trying to hide the prominent blush on their faces."V-Viktor, I told you to knock!" Yuuri chided the older Russian, who was surveying the two with an amused smile. "I would love to give you guys more time to get to know each other better, but Yurio needs to go now. Yuuri will show you the way back." Viktor smiled at them, wrapping his fingers around Yuri's wrist and tugging him away. Yuri gave the girl a smile, mouthing the words 'call me' before the door closed. 

"I hate you, Viktor." He murmured once the door slammed shut. 

A/N 

:0 I took so long doing your request, I'm so terribly sorry!! Hobi you still liked it anyways :) (Bts anyone? No? Okay...) 

Thanks for reading~ 

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