☆ OTAYURI ONE SHOTS ☆ [y!!!oi]

Under your skin the moon is alive. *

So far every single fic is based around smut or has smut in it lmao might as well just turn it into a smut book

Anyways, again, sorry for my absence the last few days, school is taking over my life right now. Sorry again :(

Anyways, hope you had a happy valentines day! Mine was lonely and filled with memes, tears and stuffing my face with chocolate that was 50% off. And of course, Otayuri.

Author: dawnstruck on ao3, go show them some love !
☆Ship: Otabek Altin / Yuri Plisetsky
☆Summary:

Long distance relationships aren't easy, but that just means they've got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more.

Additional Tags / Notes

Sexting/Dick Pics/Phone Sex
First time
Followed by many times
Rimming
Masturbation
Blow Jobs
Rough Sex
Dirty Talk
There's some slight exhibitionism if you squint
Angst
humor
Hurt / Comfort
Established Relationship
Long-Distance Relationship
Demi!Yuri

Hope you enjoy x

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Falling in love with Yuri is something that happens gradually. Creepingly.

Otabek, twelve and frustrated and hurt in his pride at being stuck with the little kids, his quads aching as the ballet teacher corrected his stance on the barre for what felt like the hundredth time, had not been struck by lightening at the sight of the blonde boy who slipped from position to position as smoothly as raindrops on a lotus leaf.

"Very well, Yuri," the teacher would say several times throughout the day and the boy named Yuri would not puff up with pride like many of the other children did, but instead just pursed his lips and did even better the next time.

Otabek's time in Russia had been a difficult one, from its rocky beginning over its disappointing duration to his final sobering conclusion when he realized that, the way he was now, he was unable to keep up with the local standard.

He had been isolated, far from home and only knowing a handful of Russian words. The other kids had not shunned him, but they certainly hadn't sought him out either. He was older than them, worse than them, and he was a foreigner, a Kazakh. Any and all curiosity they might have had for him was quelled by his inability to actually properly interact.

His only solace, among all those strenuous lonely days, was the fact that Yuri, at least in some ways, was just like him.

Yuri was not the youngest in the group, and he spoke Russian just fine, and he was easily the best in the class, the most dedicated, the one who got the most praise. But he was separate as well. He was an entity all of his own.

Before class, when the others were still goofing off and joking around, Yuri was already going through his warm-up. During break, he'd eat his lunch, quickly, efficiently, and with his gaze turned inward, not listening to those around him. And after class, when everyone else was eager to leave, gathering up their things and chattering excitedly, he'd linger, stretch a little longer, ask the teacher for more pointers on how to improve which she would indulgently answer each time.

Yuri Plisetsky had the eyes of a soldier and for the first time in his life Otabek Altin realized that some people were always fighting invisible wars.

Long distance relationships are not ideal. It was difficult when you were friends and it was even worse when you were dating. But it's better than having to wait five long years until could finally properly meet each other and talk like equals, so Otabek will take what he can get.