HEYEYEYEYYYY!! I DONT KNOW IF REQUESTS ARE OPEN, BUT IF THEY ARE, I SAW YURI!!! ON ICE ON YOUR FANDOM PAGE, AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LEE!YURIO WITH ANY LER?? ITS FINE IF NOT!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I was going to post some YOI fic even if no one asked BUT U ASKED and Yurio is my FAVORITE hope u like it
Say cheese!
Lee: Yuri Plisetsky
Ler: Otabek Altin
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Ships: Yurio x Otabek
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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Yuri, Otabek and the others had traveled to a skating competition that would take place in Paris, the competition will be in two days, so since they had nothing to do, the two went out to walk around and get to know the city
“Yuri…”
“Hm?” Yuri said, turning to his boyfriend
“Take a picture with me! At the Eiffel Tower!”
“You’ve been to Paris before, you already have a lot of pictures of the Eiffel Tower” the blond crossed his arms
“But this is your first time, oh come on, babe, I don’t have any pictures with you in the city of love~” Otabek smiled, noticing the blush that grew on Yuri’s cheeks
“Argh, okay”
The two posed for a selfie, but Yuri refused to smile, making his usual angry face
“Don’t you know how to smile?” Otabek rolled his eyes, his boyfriend stuck his tongue out at him
“I’m not in the mood”
“Ah, Yuri~ why?” Otabek lowered one of his hands while the other was still holding the cell phone, squeezing Yuri’s sides, which made the boy scream and let out an involuntary smile
“Smile for the picture, Yuri, say cheese!” Otabek smiled, and took the picture of them
The older man let go of the cell phone, now putting both his hands under Yuri’s coat, reaching his belly
“NAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOLD!” Yuri tried to grab them, but lost the strength in his hands to do anything “THEHEHE PEOPLE ARE LOHOHOKING”
Otabek looked around “And?”
“BEHEHEKAHA!”
“They think you’re as cute as I do~” Otabek smiled, the Russian blushed another 5 shades of pink
Otabek moved his hands again, but this time to scribble on Yuri’s ribs very lightly, almost without touching his skin, which was enough to make him smile like a fool
“Are you going to stay all day with that angry face?”
Yuri shook his head from side to side saying “no”
“That’s good, because I want to see that beautiful smile of yours, ok?” Otabek stopped, his boyfriend sighed for air, and calmed down, smiling when Otabek gave him a loving kiss on the lips
“Let’s go see the Eiffel Tower” Yuri said, starting to walk
“Okay!”
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Otabek arrived at the hotel exhausted and went to look at the photos he had taken
There were many beautiful photos of the Tower… but he stopped at one
The selfie he took of him and Yuri laughing, and it was so… beautiful! It was the most beautiful photo he had ever seen
Otabek secretly put this photo on his cell phone's wallpaper
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Yuri went to check his Instagram, he had already arrived at the time with Otabek and was bored
But then he saw a post from his boyfriend...
"He didn't want to smile for the photo" said the description and the photo showed Yuri laughing while Otabek tickled him
Yuri blushed, putting both hands on his face and just thinking about how amazing his boyfriend was
"Otabek!"
"Yes?" The boy said from the bathroom
"Come here and now ‘cause I'm going to tickle you to death!"
Yuri is drained from his training and his lover offers his a massage. Unfortunately the Russian doesn't manage to understand his true intentions in
NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope you're doing great!! I've been wanting to write about Yuuri on Ice for a while, but my brain decided to not provide me any ideas (until now, that is). I won’t even begin with how much I love Yuri Plisetsky, otherwise the note would be longer than the fic lol :) I hope you like it, support and/or suggestions are always appreciated ^_^ And, as the anon from yesterday said, ricordatevi sempre di essere felici 💚🤍❤️ (remember to always be happy)
PS. Sorry for not posting this yesterday, but I got tired (I usually write after dinner) and didn’t feel like rushing it just to post it
DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it
‘I’m home’ Yuri said as he entered his and Otabek’s apartment. ‘Wel... come back’ the dark-haired ice skater surely did not expect to see his lover as he was when his gaze met his own. Hair disheveled, dark bags under his eyes and the most emaciated expression. He immediately understood that Yakov had decided to be a demon with Yuri’s training routine.
‘Hey honey, training drained you today, huh? Come on, go take a nap, you have a bit more than an hour before dinner’ the Kazakh said. ‘No, don’t worry, I’m not tired at all, who do you take me for?’ the blonde was definitely exhausted, even his supposed-to-be-snarky remark lacked its usual fire. ‘Yeaah, I’m not buying it, go and rest. now.’ Unfortunately Otabek’s “intimidating” tone had no effect on his boyfriend, who, in exchange, said ‘I don’t like repeating myself, I don’t need sle-EEP! Put me down this instant!!’
Otabek knew how stubborn his lover could be, so he opted to go straight with drastic measures. He picked up the petite guy and carried him to the bedroom, ignoring the prolonged string of (not really meant) insults and overly dramatic complaints. On the other hand, he smiled internally at the fact that Yuri was so tired that he was speaking half-Russian without realizing. And, despite his demands of being put down, he clung onto him as if he was asking him to never let go.
As the couple reached the room, the taller guy laid Yuri on the bed and tucked him in, not without him rustling a bit because “this was stupid and he wasn’t tired”. The blonde would have fought him much more, but was his head touched the pillow, all the pent-up drowsiness hit him like a truck without giving him an actual chance to resist the urge to close his eyes. Otabek tsk-ed when he saw the tiny guy already sound asleep, gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and went to the kitchen to get dinner started.
A couple of hours later, the ice skater was woken up by a pleasant smell of Pirozhki and some gentle caresses on his cheek. ‘Hey sleepyhead, dinner’s ready. Wanna come to the kitchen?’
The scent of his favorite food was more than enough to make Yuri fully awake, also because, now that tiredness wasn’t a problem anymore, he remembered he was starving, too. The Kazakh was more than convinced that he’d never seen his lover run that fast towards the kitchen. Once they sat down at the table, they began eating, and it was surprising to see such a tiny guy eat that much and that fast.
When they finished their meal, the Russian took a quick refreshing shower and reached his partner on the bed where he’d put on a movie to enjoy a chill night together. However, his sore muscles didn’t agree to that idea and finding a good position turned out to be much harder than expected. The dark haired guy noticed how restless and frustrated his lover was, so he decided to help.
‘Oi Yuri, would it help if I gave you a massage?’ Yuri was a bit taken aback, but he didn’t think it was a bad idea. After all, it was difficult to make his situation worse.
He took his shirt off to give Otabek better access to his aching back and neck, and then he laid on his stomach. The dark-eyed guy put himself immediately to work and began loosening the many knots in the ice skater’s neck. Something didn’t feel right to the Russian, though, he could swear that, while Otabek’s thumbs were actually working, the other fingers were fluttering all over the sensitive spot. Did his boyfriend know what he was doing? Yuri had no idea, so he bit his lip, clenched the sheets and held back the giggles that were threatening to spill.
‘Something wrong, Yuri? You’re supposed to relax, not to get more tense’ ‘Y-yeah sure, you’re doing great, go on’ if he hadn’t been laying face down, the petite guy would’ve noticed the teasy, mischievous and pretty sadistic smirk plastered all over the Kazakh’s face. However, the latter carried on with his massage going down to his back, starting with the shoulder blades and making his way towards the last vertebrae. One thing became more evident, though, the fingers that weren’t massaging were tapping and drumming against Yuri’s ribs and sides, making it difficult for him to stay still.
To Otabek it was endearing how much his partner tried to hide his ticklishness, and, unfortunately for said partner, he wanted more of those cute little reactions. ‘I’m gonna try a different technique, is it alright with you?’ he asked. ‘Yeah yeah whatever, just get on with it...’ to everyone Yuri’s reply would’ve seemed rude, but the shaky tone of his voice gave away his nervousness.
The blonde was not-so-pleasantly surprised when he felt ten fingers delicately stroking up and down his sides and ribs, even daring to go up to the underarms every now and then. ‘T-this ih nohot... a massage’ oh no. The usually snarky boy knew that his defenses were starting to crumble. And his lover was well aware, too. ‘What do you mean it’s not? Are you that ungrateful?’ Otabek fake-gasped dramatically, but at the same time he started wiggling his fingers a bit, increasing the ticklish sensation.
‘Something wrooong?’ how he could be so mean to keep teasing him when cute little squeaks could clearly be heard, was beyond Yuri’s mind. ‘Yohohou exahactly know what!’ he replied trying to sound mad and intimidating (utterly failing at both). ‘Uhmm... nope, no clue at all, sorry...’ the Russian could literally hear the smirk in his lover’s voice. ‘...maybe if I keep doing it, I’ll figure out what it is’ ‘Please wait a minUTEHE- NO!!’
Too late, Yuri’s dorky boyfriend had already begun poking and prodding all around his torso, knowing from experience that a harder touch worked much better on him. ‘Hahahahahahah yohohohou idiohohot stop ihiihit’ the blonde screamed. ‘Not a chance, love, you’ve been so grumpy and stressed out those days, this will help you cheer up’ apparently Otabek didn’t intend to stop anytime soon. In fact, he carried on with his “cheer-up mission” in the sweetest-yet-cruelest way he could.
‘Gohohohoho awahahahahyehehe nahahahaha’ the Kazakh was still squeezing Yuri’s sides when the poor guy started making requests. ‘Okay’ he simply responded... only to begin an awful rib-counting. An awfully ticklish rib-counting.
‘One... two... three...’ oh god, to say that Yuri was going crazy was an understatement. ‘Three... four... fiv-’ ‘Nahahahaha yohou sahahaid threehehe two tihihimehes’ ‘Really now? I must start all over then hehehe’ and back to the base of the ribcage he went. ‘You juhuhust havehehe toho ahahadd onehe to youhur cohohouhunting hahahaha’ the proposition was merely ignored by the evil tickler, who resumed his work without showing any mercy.
In the meanwhile, the blonde was getting more and more distressed, the only problem was that said distress was reflected as anger and sass. ‘Juhuhust add onehehehe ahahare you thahahahat duhumb?!’ now he’d really done it. ‘Oho? Me? Dumb? The audacity...’ It was obvious that the dark-eyed guy wasn’t mad about that insult, but he still took the chance to up his game.
He manhandled the petite ice skater and turned him on his back. When he met his gaze he saw three things: slight embarrassment, a bit of anticipation and... eagerness maybe?
Otabek winked at him before turning around to scribble lightly on his partner’s knees, just to let him know what was coming. ‘Nohohohohoho dohohohohon’t pleheheheahahahsehehe’ the green-eyed boy was literally a blushing and giggling mess, and he was barely doing anything! ‘Don’t what? I’m really not doing anything this time’ ‘Sohoho yohohouhuhu ahahadmihihit yohohouhuhu knehehew ihihit frohohom thehehe stahart yohouhu ihihidihiOHOHOT NAHAHAHHAHAHA’ Yuri had officially had reached his lover’s limit of patience.
‘Haven’t you learned where your name-calling brings you already? I suppose I have to explain it to you in detail’ this could mean only one thing, the Ice Tiger of Russia was about to receive the tickle of a lifetime.
The statement proved itself to be totally right, in fact the Kazakh had his fun scribbling all over and behind the blonde’s knees, giving him pokes to make him squeal and doing the egg-crack move, which was killer for him. However, before unleashing this absolute hell on his lover, he stayed still for a good minute, enjoying the adorable little whines Yuri was making because of the anticipation. If it were for him, he would’ve kept him like that forever.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA BEKAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHD PLEHEHEHAHAHASE’ In other circumstances, the taller guy would’ve teased him about his begging, but this time he heard a thing he’d never expected to hear from his lover. ‘What did you call me?’ he asked. On the other hand, the Russian was crimson-red and internally kicking himself for that nickname, so he answered ‘NOHOHOHOTHIHIHING IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAHAY AHAHANYTHIHIHING’ he wanted to be stubborn about that? Unfortunately for him, Otabek was more than fine with that (and maybe slightly hoping to receive such a response from him).
‘Nothing, huh? Very well then, I won’t stop until you tell me’ and he kept his words. He continued his gentle but ruthless assault until Yuri couldn’t take it anymore and decided to tap out. ‘IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHALLEHEHED YOHOHOUHUHU BEHEHEKAHAHA NOHOHOW STAHAHAP’ The older guy was satisfied with the answer and eventually stopped, admiring the mess who was currently laying on the bed. His hair were ruffled, there were tears in the corner of his eyes and his cheeks were completely flushed. He swore that there wasn’t a more wholesome and heartwarming sight in the whole world.
When the tiny guy recovered from the brutal attack, he said ‘Call me that again please. I love that nickname’. ‘Y-you mean Beka? Come on, it’s so dumb!! How can you like it?’ the blond ice skater was genuinely confused. Wasn’t it too sappy for his lover? ‘Careful with your words, if I hear you say such nonsense ever again, I won’t hesitate to use my methods to prove you wrong’ well, apparently not. Yuri perfectly understood the allusion and decided to not say anything about it.
The couple then remembered about the movie they’d put on, which had already reached the end credits, and decided to turn off the tv and keep cuddling for a while.
After half an hour, Otabek heard some soft snores coming from the tiny figure curled up on top of him, resembling more a kitten than an ice tiger. He smiled fondly and gave him a sweet peck on the forehead, then he turned off the table lamp and reached his lover in dreamland.
