Day Seven: Retirement

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Yuuri shot upright in bed, “I’m late!” He threw his legs over the side and started to scramble out when a long pale arm tightened its grip on his waist.

“Issa res day,” Victor mumbled from where he had his face planted in between their two pillows.

“Oh.”

Victor turned his head just enough to remove his mouth from the mattress, “Technically, as of three days ago, they’re all rest days.”

Yuuri stilled. That’s right. He’d announced his retirement at World’s three days ago. He didn’t have to get up at o’dark a clock and run to the rink and work out for six hours. Yuuri flopped backwards, landing on Victor and tugging the covers up over their heads.

“I’m eating katsudon every night this week and no nutritionist can stop me,” he whispered to Victor. “And chips. And I want a bag of candy.”

Victor laughed, “There’s my cutlet bowl. Now sleep for another three hours and then we’ll go do something.” He wrapped both arms around Yuuri and tugged him closer, snuggling them together under the covers.

Yuuri nodded, already drifting back off. He did have retirement plans beyond eating, but they didn’t start for another week. This time was for sleeping and holding Victor. The best way to start the rest of his life.

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A somewhat belated chapter six!

I want to thank the mods for setting up this event, it’s been a blast and I am looking forward to finally being able to sit down and read everything that came out of it :D

Yuuri has lost count of how many times Victor has presented him with a shopping bag and said, “I picked these for you,” while smiling so eagerly that Yuuri had no choice but to accept it and indulge Victor in whatever thing he wanted to dress Yuuri in.

The worst thing Yuuri might have done is getting used to Victor spoiling him, because now that he doesn’t so much as put a token objection, Victor has taken it to mean he can just shower Yuuri in gifts.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Morning After, Wedding Fluff, Post-Wedding, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Retirement, Drinking, Chubby Katsuki Yuuri, lovey dovey sweeter than sugar, ice husbands Series: Part 7 of Chubby Yuuri Week 2019 Summary:

It’s morning after their wedding, and after a month of stress eating and taste testing, Yuuri has gained quite a bit, but Viktor only loves him more every day.

Day seven of @chubbyyuuriweek!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Victor Nikiforov, Christophe Giacometti Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Chubby Katsuki Yuuri, Shopping, Weight Issues, The Freshman Fifteen, Phichit Chulanont is a Little Shit, Smut, Fantasizing, Masturbation, wearing each other’s clothes (kind of), Yuuri has a very active imagination, Instagram Series: Part 6 of Chubby Yuuri Week 2019 Summary:

Yuuri gains the doomed freshman fifteen less than a month after beginning his first semester of college and Phichit tags along, helping him pick out a few new things. Including a shirt that looks awfully familiar.

For day six of @chubbyyuuriweek​! 

Day Six: Clothes Shopping

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Victor had the grace to look at least somewhat embarrassed at being caught, but he still handed the tenth shirt over to Yuuri to try on.

“Victor.”

“Yuuri, you need new clothes. Clothes that suit you and are the right color, better cut, and a softer fabric.”

Yuuri sighed, “I know, but we shipped so much already. Can’t this wait until we’re in Japan?”

Victor tilted his head, “Some of it yes, but I’m familiar with the stores here and I love you dearly, but I don’t trust you to know the good stores in town.”

Yuuri pouted his way back into the dressing room, “Mean.”

Victor chuckled and started to look over slacks and jeans for matches to the tops. He kept up a steady stream of light chatter knowing he had to distract Yuuri. They’d worked that out after the second shopping trip had ended in tears. Victor talked about upcoming ice shows, whether the trees in Japan would have any flowers left, and the dinner they’d just had to celebrate their move. Yuuri responded in mostly hums and noises, but it did keep his mind occupied as he went in and out of the room showing off various outfits.

Finally Yuuri stopped and tugged on Victor’s arm. Victor smiled and nodded, gathering up the items that had passed muster and stacking the others to the side neatly for the staff to put back. Victor paid for everything while Yuuri ran his fingers up and down the new scarf Victor had wrapped around his neck on the way to the checkout.

“Thank you for indulging me, my Yuuri,” Victor said as he clasped their hands together on the way out.

“Thank you for dressing me and stopping when I needed to be done,” Yuuri responded.

They shared a quiet grin as they walked back to the apartment with arms full of bags. Balance between them had been hard learned with many tears, but they were stronger together.

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Didn't mean to be so late but had to write it on my phone on the train.

@chubbyyuuriweek Day 6: Lingerie!

Yuuri timed his return from the tailor perfectly. Viktor would be out with Makkachin for their evening run, leaving him enough time to hide his bags and still have time to get dinner started.

The bags from the tailor went into the spare room closet. Viktor never went in here, it was primarily Yuuri’s room for when he had an anxiety attack and needed to be alone, so just putting them in the closet should be hiding them well enough. But to be safe… Yuuri pulled one of the ridiculous fur coats Viktor insisted on keeping but never wore off its hanger and draped it casually across the bags. Hopefully, if he made it in here, it would just look like it fell, and he wouldn’t investigate further.

He’d pick it up, a voice in the back of Yuuri’s head said. No, he won’t, said another. His scarves are constantly falling off the rack and he just leaves them on the floor. Yuuri shook his head, deciding that he’d done all he could do. If Viktor found them, Viktor found them, and Yuuri’s surprise would just come out in a different way. He left the spare room and went into the kitchen to get dinner started.

True to form, over the next two weeks Viktor never so much as looked at the spare room. The one time he stepped too near it, Yuuri pulled him into a kiss, and they wound up having sex on the floor. Yuuri congratulated himself for that particular diversionary tactic.

Finally, the night Yuuri had been waiting for came around. He’d had to talk Viktor down from renting a banquet hall and hiring staff for Yuuri’s birthday, but eventually Viktor had agreed to just their friends over for a simple dinner (that Yuuri did not have to cook). The company was good, the wine better, and Viktor was pleasantly pink in the face by the time they waved Mila, Georgi, and Yurio out past eleven. While Viktor puttered around the kitchen, piling plates and silverware into the dishwasher, Yuuri slipped into the spare room and locked the door behind him.

Out came the bags. He stripped down and changed into what was inside them, pausing to check his hair in the small mirror on the wall. After a few minutes’ back-and-forth, he slipped his glasses off and put them on the table in the corner. He walked over to the door, unlocked it, and stuck just his head out. “Viktor?” he called.

Viktor wandered over into his line of sight. “Yes, my Yuuri? What are you doing in there?”

“I have to confess something to you, Viktor,” Yuuri said, letting his voice drop deep.

Viktor cocked an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“I got myself a birthday present. Do you want to see?” Viktor nodded, and Yuuri opened the door wide.

Viktor’s eyes tracked down across his body, his cheeks flushing even more than the wine could do as he took in the sight of the thin, filmy robe Yuuri wore, over a lacy bra expertly tailored to cup the curves of his chest and the strap that stretched down over his stomach to the matching panties fighting to hold his cock in place. “Do you like it?” Yuuri asked.

Viktor visibly swallowed. “You have exquisite taste, Yuuri,” he purred, striding forward to run his fingers down the strap.

“And do you know what I realized?” Yuuri whispered, leaning forward to put his lips right to Viktor’s ear. “We’ve never had sex in this room.”

Viktor laughed. “An oversight that must be rectified.”

Yuuri slipped his fingers through the buttons of Viktor’s shirt and tugged him into the room, letting the door slam shut behind them.

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My day 6 fic for @chubbyyuuriweek!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Power Outage, Drinking, Cuddling & Snuggling, Katsuki Yuuri in Lingerie, Fade to Black Series: Part 5 of Chubby Yuuri Week 2019 Summary:

It’s Viktor’s and Yuuri’s anniversary, and Yuuri has a lovely evening planned, but a power outage ruins it all. Or does it?

Day five! It’s a little late, but that’s okay! ❤️❤️❤️ This one has accompanying art by the lovely Sav ❤️

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Chapter five up!

So this ended up a lot softer than intended. Not that that’s a bad thing, these two have a habit of directing the scene wherever they please and my original idea bled into the day six prompt.

Pls enjoy this piece of self-indulgent fluff, the domestic calm before the upcoming day six smutty storm.

Day Five: Date Night

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Yuuri stared mournfully at the light blue tie hanging in the closet. He’d been forbidden by Phichit, Chris, Minako, Mari, and Yukko from wearing it. Takeshi had just laughed at him. Jerk. He sighed and looked at his suit before slumping. It wasn’t going to fit. It hadn’t fit in the months before he retired, it really wasn’t going to fit now. Besides, Victor had shoved it into the back of the closet for a reason. Yuuri threw his hands up in the air and then pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent an SOS to Phichit. His phone rang exactly 5 seconds later.

“Help. Me.” he drawled as he wandered back into the bedroom to slump against the mattress. 

“Oh Yuuri, what’s wrong?” Phichit responded.

“We packed and shipped most of our stuff to Japan this week and NOW Victor wants to go on a last date before we fly out. I’ve got nothing worthy of a date with Victor left!” Yuuri groaned.

Phichit was silent for a second before Yuuri had to yank the phone away from his head as peals of laughter rang through the line. Yuuri frowned at the phone in his hand, waiting his friend out.

“You done?” he grumped when Phichit was down to chuckling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Phichit wheezed, “I just didn’t expect Katsuki Yoga Pant Yuuri to ever really care about clothing.”

“Jerk. You used to dress me all the time!”

“Only after a battle! And yes, I can help you. Now switch to camera and let me see what we have to work with and please tell me you didn’t ship your eyeliner.”

Almost an hour later, Yuuri was dressed in dark jeans and red sweater he’d located in the back of a drawer. The sweater was definitely tight, but Phichit had whistled when Yuuri had tugged it on and smoothed it out.

“You have the nicest clavicles now.”

Yuuri blushed and tugged at the sweater again, “It’s not too tight? Is the pudge showing?”

Phichit glared through the screen, “Like I didn’t spend two hours on skype with you both the other night while Victor pawed your stomach.”

Yuuri facepalmed, “You could see him?”

Phichit started laughing again. “Thank you Phichit! Goodbye Phichit!” Yuuri called out as he hit the end button.

Yuuri fluttered around the apartment, picking things up and putting them in open boxes or smoothing his hands down his front, waiting for Victor to pick him up. Victor had insisted on getting ready at Yakov’s and picking him up for the date.  At exactly 6:00 pm there was a sharp knock on the door and with one final glance in the mirror, Yuuri opened the door.

“Hi,” Victor breathed out, looking Yuuri up and down, “you look gorgeous.” Victor was also dressed in sweater and jeans, a dark blue that made his hair gleam even brighter.

“Look who’s talking,” Yuuri responded, wrapping his arms around Victor and tilting his face for a kiss.

“Ready to go? We’ve got reservations.”

Yuuri grabbed his keys and scarf and threaded his arm through Victor’s, “I’m always ready to go anywhere with you.”

“Yuuuurriiiii, you can’t just say that kind of thing!”

Yuuri watched out of the corner of his eye as Victor’s nose turned pink. He giggled and tightened his grip on Victor’s arm. It was going to be a good night.

@chubbyyuuriweek Day 5: After the date!

Viktor locked the door behind them and swept Yuuri into his arms, surprising him with his suit jacket halfway down his arms with a deep kiss. “Been dying to do that all night,” he murmured against Yuuri’s lips before catching them with his own again.

Yuuri melted against him, dropping the jacket to the floor and throwing his arms around Viktor. The kiss went on and on, finally ending as Viktor trailed his lips down Yuuri’s neck to the collar of his shirt. “Will you go clean up?” Viktor asked. “I want dessert.”

“We had dessert at the restaurant,” Yuuri said with a smirk, letting his arms fall.

“I want post-dessert dessert. Please?”

Yuuri pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Spoiled boy. But yes.”

He turned to make his way into the bathroom and Viktor watched him go, intensely grateful for the way his specially-tailored clothes hugged his soft off-season body. Especially his ass. During the season his ass was perfect, but in the summer months it reached truly divine heights.

Viktor went into the bedroom and started peeling himself out of his own suit, changing into a soft t-shirt and boxer shorts.

Finally, Yuuri came out of the bathroom, gratifyingly naked. Viktor waited impatiently as Yuuri hung up his suit, eyes tracking over Yuuri’s every curve and dip. Yuuri caught him staring and laughed. “Impatient.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Viktor said in response, savoring the way Yuuri’s flush spread across his cheekbones.

Yuuri padded across the room to him, stealing a heart-stopping kiss before settling on the side of the bed, his tailbone just over the edge as he lay back. “Post-dessert dessert is served.”

Viktor fetched a pillow and set it on the floor, kneeling between Yuuri’s spread thighs. “Feel free to crush my head like a watermelon.”

Yuuri snorted. “I can’t actually do that, you know.”

“Have you tried?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know?” Viktor gripped one of Yuuri’s thick, strong thighs. “I bet these could do it.”

“Well, maybe we’ll do an experiment one day,” Yuuri said. “I’m not trying on your head first, though.”

Viktor pouted, making Yuuri laugh again, and settled to work. He nosed along Yuuri’s slowly-swelling cock, stopping to give his balls a lick and sending his tongue sweeping down, until he reached the puckered rim of Yuuri’s hole. Yuuri’s breath caught as Viktor traced around it. Viktor pressed a kiss to the opening, pushing his tongue ever-so-slightly inside. Yuuri’s thighs quivered on his shoulders, inching just the smallest bit closer together. Viktor grinned against Yuuri’s skin and set about seeing how much he could make them shake.

Day 5 of @chubbyyuuriweek is here and the prompt is date night! So of course I wrote porn. 4400+ words of it. Enjoy.

Victor’s favorite thing about being retired is how many places he can revisit without having a competition looming ahead. Victor’s so well-travelled and yet he still feels like he’s barely seen anything of the places he’s travelled to.

So he decides the best way to fix that – the best way to patch the crippling loneliness competition brought to some places he visited – is to revisit them with Yuuri.

They try to go somewhere new every year, sometimes they even visit multiple places in a year, and call it a honeymoon. It’s become one of their little traditions, to the point that not even Victor can remember what honeymoon they’re on.

Victor always enjoys his trips with Yuuri, but he has to say, he never expected to be the kind of person who would be content with just lazying around. He usually has an itinerary planned months in advanced before their trips. He knows every single landmark he wants to visit, every tourist hub and shopping strip, every restaurant and food cart.

Yuuri may be a stamina monster when it comes to physical activities, but he can’t bear social ones for very long. So now, Victor plans down time so Yuuri can properly recover from all the activities Victor plans.

“I made reservations,” Victor complains half-heartedly. They’re good reservations too. He’s heard nothing but high praise from the restaurant.

“I’m sure we can still make them if we get up,” Yuuri says, a note of amusement ringing in his voice.

Making his reservations go to waste would probably be close to criminal, but so would getting up right now.

Victor rented a little apartment with a gorgeous view of the ocean. There’s a porch swing almost long enough for Victor to lay down on it, and he’s taking full advantage of it by doing just that, head pillowed in Yuuri’s soft, soft thighs, as Yuuri  pets a hand through his hair, and keeps them swinging gently.

Yuuri’s wearing very tiny shorts that he only wears when it’s just the two of them because they pinch his thighs and half of his ass hangs out of them, and Victor know he wears them expressly for him. Making Yuuri change into proper clothing is probably also criminal.

Victor thanks god and Katsuki Hiroko for Yuuri’s retirement chub every single day of his life. He wants to die in his lap.

“Or,” Yuuri says, “we could order in and get sloppy drunk on champagne.”

Victor suddenly has a very vivid vision of licking champagne off of Yuuri. He looks up at him with stars in his eyes and says, “I love you.”

Yuuri laughs at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Chapter Four is done! 

Written in a slightly feverish sleep-deprivation spill, be warned that this one is actual-factual fem-viktuuri smut. What can I say. I applied the ‘indulgence’ prompt to myself as well :3c