Yuri On Ice x Reader || One Shots

Wisdom Teeth P.1 {Yuri Plisetsky}

You had just about enough out of Yuri these past two weeks. Since it was the off-season from skating, Yuri was already bored most of the time unless he was practicing, and when the news of his needing his wisdom teeth taken out, that boredom turned to fright. Now, Yuri wouldn't show it, especially not to you, but he was terrified about getting his teeth pulled from his gums.

You had dealt with the cold shoulder he gave you after the news, but you knew the truth. What bothered you the most was that he wouldn't confide in you or trust you with his vulnerability, so you let it go for the time being. There would come a time he would let it out and you were prepared for it.

After discussing the procedure with Yuri's grandfather and mother, it was deemed that you would have to pick up Yuri afterwards since both adults had other business to attend to. You were fine with this but unsure how Yuri would act when choking on the drugs he would still be under, yet you were excited for it in your own sadistic way. It felt like payback for the way he was treating you.

On Saturday, the day of the procedure, you drove to the dentist with a smile dancing on your lips. You were receiving a sick pleasure from thinking of different scenarios that would happen between Yuri and yourself. You had seen videos online of people post teeth pulling and you hoped Yuri was as loopy as that, if just to see him let go for once.

You eventually strolled into the office when the time arrived and went straight to the desk as you saw no one else in the small room.

"I'm here to pick up Yuri Plisetsky," you told the brunette woman behind the desk.

"One moment," she replied kindly and made a quick call on the landline.

You stood in the middle of the room as you waited, and soon, Yuri was being brought out in a wheelchair by another woman. There was gauze sticking out of both sides of his mouth and damp blood was evident on the corners. He had a dazed and hooded look in his eyes that struggled to focus on you. You barely held back your laugh.

"Here is what you will need. Change the gauze whenever needed and make sure he eats soft foods. Medication can be taken within four hours of each dose," the woman instructed, handing you a bag.

"Thank you," you said, putting your hand through the holes and reaching down to Yuri. "Come on, babe. Time to go home."

"(Y/N)?" Yuri's muffled voice questioned unsurely.

You chuckled. "Yeah, come on. I rented movies for us to watch and got loads of pudding and ice cream."

You watched as your boyfriend tried to smile and you helped him up with one arm around his waist. Yuri's arm was gripping your shoulder as if he might fall at any second do to his mind being too warped to remember the ground didn't move. It took some time, but you managed to make it to your car and buckle Yuri into the passenger seat.

"Can-can I put my leg behind my head?" Yuri asked, examining the bag you placed in his lap. His blonde hair was messy and fell to the sides of his face as he looked down.

"You're very flexible, Yuri," you answered with a wide smile as you began driving down the highway.

You witnessed, out of the corner of your eye, Yuri slowly grasp his foot and lift it so his shoe was flat against the roof of your car and his leg was completely straight in front of him.

"Woah," Yuri whispered in awe.

"Put your leg down; you're getting my roof dirty," you directed lightly.

"Yes, Ma'am," he mumbled and set it back on the floor where it should've been.

"How do you feel?" you inquired humorously, turning onto the road you lived on.

"Um--" Yuri rested his head against the seat in deep thought "--drunk."

You giggled under your breath and turned into the parking lot of your apartment building. It was nearing sundown and you were ready to relax with Yuri's hilarious personality and watch television. You got out of your car and Yuri succeeded in getting out of his seat as well. He was still unbalanced but he seemed a tad more sober.

You helped him through the building and up the elevator to your apartment, then let go of him to grab the key from your pocket. When you were putting it into the keyhole, Yuri spoke up.

"This is your place, right?" he asked with a hand braced against the wall so he wouldn't fall.

"Yeah," you responded, twisting the knob and pushing open the door but you're stopped from entering.

Yuri put his free hand on your waist and leaned down to your ear to quietly slur, "can we have sex?"

You immediately lost your composure and burst out laughing. Your long-time boyfriend appeared hurt and displayed emotions you had never seen cross his face. You felt a little bad and gently guided him inside the apartment as you switched on the lights.

"Maybe when you're feeling better," you said adoringly.

You dropped Yuri on the couch as you took the bag of supplies and set it on the counter for later. In the meantime, you grabbed a wet, warm rag and went back to the Russian skater.

"Can I wipe the blood off your mouth?" you questioned sweetly.
Yuri shook his head instantly and you frowned. "Why not?"

"Hurts," he whimpered. Another thing Yuri Plisetsky, notorious punk, had never done before. It almost made you feel bad that he was so out of it.

"I promise I won't hurt you," you replied, inching your way toward him.

Yuri hesitantly nodded and you, as briskly and feathery as possible, wiped the blood from his lips, avoiding the gauze. He closed his eyes as you finished and rested his body against the cushions. You tossed the rag in the laundry and went back to pop in Yuri's favorite movie that you knew he would appreciate no matter what he was feeling.

You saw his heavy eyelids focus on the screen when he heard the menu song he recognized far too well. A soft grin graced his pale lips and, instead of being amused, you were simply taking in his demeanor. He was so much more calm and collected this way, but in the end, this wasn't the exact person you fell for.

You walked to the couch and laid against the armrest with your feet down by Yuri. A second passed before the cushions shifted and Yuri was placing his head on your stomach with his arms circling your torso. Usually, when he wasn't drugged out, you would be the one snuggling into him, but you weren't complaining right then as you ran your fingers through his silky hair.

"I love you," you heard Yuri mutter.

You traced the animal print pattern on the collar of his jacket fondly. "I love you too."