PsycheGreenleaf
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It is a fact universally acknowledged that Katsuki Yuuri will take every opportunity to eat out her girlfriend, Victoria Nikiforova.
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This is a gift fic that I DID NOT WRITE. It was written by my amazing and crazy talented friend, they are wonderful and entirely too good to me <3 -
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Victor Nikiforov doesn’t understand why people like touching each other so much until Yuuri stumbles into his arms.
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14 Jun 2026
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Victor Nikiforov, international hunk and sex icon, impulse-buys more lingerie than necessary to impress the boy who stole his heart before flying across the globe.
He clearly doesn't think that through.
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The thing was that Victor was actually very modest. For Victor. For Yuuri, no, definitely not, and not for any normal, reasonable person who’d grown up with pimples and weird blemishes on their body. But for someone like Victor, who was, well, virtually perfect, then yes, he tended to show a lot of restraint.
Which was why it was only when they moved in together in St. Petersburg and had been having sex for a while that Yuuri discovered that all the boxer briefs Victor had worn in Japan had been for Yuuri and his family’s benefit. When Victor was home? When Victor felt comfortable?
Thongs.
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“Victor?” Yuuri asks upon walking through the front door, “Why is there a grand piano in our living room?”
Said piano is beautiful and without a doubt brand new, with its shiny black surface and pristine white keys that look like they’ve never even been touched. It’s so polished Yuuri doesn’t doubt he’d be able to see his reflection. He’s hesitant to even lay a finger on it, lest he tarnish the perfection.
What most catches Yuuri’s eyes, though, is Victor.
He is a perfection that Yuuri would very much like to tarnish. He wears a silk robe that he’s barely even bothered to tie, putting a chiseled chest on display. The robe stops mid-thigh, exposing his beautiful long legs. He smiles at Yuuri from where he lays on top of the instrument, elegantly sprawled out on his back like a french girl Yuuri is considering painting more and more with each passing second.
“Because I love you,” Victor answers simply.
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- Part 4 of Born to Get That Dick