Yuri Plisetsky x M!Reader

Yuri had invited you to see the new gold medal he had won and was so proud of, but he was so famous now that the skating rink was filled with his fans welcoming him back after the tournament. Being his friend defiantly had its perks, you never had to fight over his other fans since you got to hang out with him all the time, even during his practice (as long as you didn’t distract him too much) and you got to stay after hours at the rink with him since he didn’t like to be alone when he was on the ice. You thought it was cute that the famous “Russian Punk” had such a childish tendency to not wanting to be left alone. You didn’t skate, but watching him move across the ice so elegantly was more than enough for you so you sat on the benches in the empty rink as your friend kept on skating for you.

“You really are something else.” You said happily as he came over for a break and wiped the sweat off his face. He glared at you as you smiled brightly at him. “You’re not still mad at me for not being able to make it to your tournament, are you?” You asked, chuckling nervously at his angry stare.

“Tch! I could care less about whether or not you were there or not.” He clicked his tongue and turned away pretending to ignore you. “You did watch it live at least right?” You teased him by tilting your head with a wide smile still on your face. “YOU DIDN’T?! WHAT THE HELL (Y/n)?!” He roared, slamming his fist on the rails.

“Haha! Relax Yuri, of course I watched you. I’ve learned my lesson about not missing your competitions.”  You laughed as you waved both arms out to stop him. You remembered the time he attacked you because you weren’t able to see one of his performances.

“Get in.” he said as he opened the door into the rink.

“Eh?”

“If you don’t come skate with me I won’t forgive you for teasing me just now.” he growled.

“Come on Yuri! You know I can’t skate. How about I treat you to your favorite dinner instead?” You asked panicking in a cold sweat.

“You can do that too, but remember (Y/n), you owe me for not making it to see me win my medal and for teasing me just now. So you get on the ice and buy me dinner.” His blue eyes sent a chill up your spine as he glared at you. “Or you could stay there and I’ll stay mad at you. It’s your choice.” He said skating away.



Before you knew it you were wearing skates and standing at the border of the ice. Since every time you tried to skate you fell on your butt you were shaking before even getting on the ice.

“I’m waiting!” He called out a few meters away with his arms crossed and tapping his arm with his finger.

“Give me a minute!” You shouted back as you slowly stepped on the frozen surface.

You placed one foot on the ice and held on to the railing as you stretched your other leg in. You skated forward a bit, throwing your arms to your side trying to keep your balance.

“There! I’m on the ice… can I get out now?!” you cried with your legs shaking.

He skated around effortlessly, not to show off but just to get a view of you to enjoy his revenge.

“You’re kind of cute like this (Y/n).” He said, stopping behind and stroking his chin. “Like a deer learning to walk for the first time.”

“Don’t say that, it’s embarrassing!”

“I think I’ll call you ‘Bambi’ from now on.”

“I don’t want to get a name like that from a kitten like you!”

“I’m sorry did you say something? I couldn’t hear you over all the screaming.”

“What? I’m not screaming?”

Just then you felt both his hands on your back as he pushed you out into the ice. Now you were screaming as you skated off into the center, Yuri kept circling you as you went out and pushed you every so often in a different direction to keep you from falling over. If it were anyone else this might look he was trying help you, but in fact all he was doing was making you suffer even more by not letting you off the ice no matter how much you kept begging.

Eventually after almost an hour of him keeping you up you were finally able to skate on your own, though nowhere near like him, but enough to skate that it wouldn’t look like a torture session. He still followed you around the ice, but now you could move around without him.  Since he was only watching you now he let you rest on the rails and catch your breath. Your throat felt like it was freezing over as each breath was cold and almost painful.

“Not bad Bambi. You learned to skate on your own… if you want to call that skating.” Yuri laughed as he watched you breathing heavily.

“Shut it kitten! I did what you wanted now I’m leaving.” You said stomping heavily as you skated back to the gate.

“(Y/n) wait!” he called out as he skated out in front of you. “Just do one more thing for me and we can go get dinner.”

“What now?” you sighed

“Skate with me.” He held his hand out for you. His face was slightly pink now as he made his request.

“Eh?” You stammered as you stood up straight and blinked your (E/c) eyes at him. “I-I’m nowhere near good enough to skate with you. You’re so amazing that everyone admires you. I’m just some helpless guy who’s lucky to be your friend.” You said quietly, covering your face to hide from him.

“Shut up idiot! I’m the one who’s lucky to have someone like you. I skate better when I know you’re there cheering for me.” He reached out and took your hand by force. “You’re more than my fan and… even more than a friend. I’ve never skated with anyone before, so if I want you to be the first person I skate with doesn’t that show you how important you are to me? Don’t you see how much I like you?” He turned a bright red as he realized what he had just said. “W-wait… forget what I just said and skate with me already Bambi.” He said tugging you by the hand back out into the ice.

“Yuri… y-you like me?”

“I said forget it, didn’t I?!”

“You know… I like you too.” You said softly and smiled at him making him turn an even darker shade of red.

“You do?” he turned back slowly, too shy to face.

“Yep. I told you’re amazing and not just because you’re a great skater, but because how much you push yourself every day. That’s why I think I’m lucky just to be your friend.”

“Then skate with me already. I’m not good at talking about these thing. I’ll skate and show you how much I like you the best way I can.”

With that you let go of the railing and let him lead you into the middle of the ice. He spun you around so that you would be facing him and took your other hand in his, locking your finger together. His hand was so warm and soft. He started skating with you and slid you to his side and kept moving you around his body just as if you were both dancing. He went at a calm pace as to not lose his grip on you, but at the same time was able to do one impressive stunt after another with you at his side.

You couldn’t do anything, but watch as he took you around the ice and even helped you keep your body up with his. He didn’t do anything that he couldn’t do with you so he held back from using any of his big moves, but that wasn’t what mattered. He had done what he wanted with you, now you were with him on the ice. The gap that had kept you two apart was gone now. You saw the familiar glow in his eye that showed how determined he was. From now on he would want you on the ice with him as much as possible and knowing him he would drag you out there if you even tried to refuse him. After one last spin he held your hands down to your sides and looked into your eyes.

“(Y/n) would skate with me from now on.” He asked, holding your hand tighter.

“Are you sure I won’t hold you back?

“We don’t have to compete or anything. I can keep doing that on my own as long as you’re there cheering me on. This will just be so you and I can have some fun together. I never liked seeing you sit by yourself.”

“If it’s just for us to have fun together then I’m fine with that.” you leaned your forehead to touch his. “I love you Yuri, my kitten.”

“I love you more (Y/n), my Bambi.”

He let go of your hands making you grab his hips to keep from skating away by accident. He lifted his hands up to your cheeks and held your head to his. He then backed your heads away and stared into your (E/c) eyes. You smiled at him again and he finally smiled back then pressed his lips to yours. Your mouth formed over his as your eyes relaxed as you embraced each other.

“Does this mean that our dinner will count as a date?” you asked happily as you backed away from him.

“How should I know?! I’ve never done anything like this with anyone before.”

“Heh, me either. I guess we’re both hopeless at new things, huh?”

“Let’s just go already.” He mumbled as he took your hand and lead you out of the rink.