#nikiforov

It’s frustrating, and he finds it irritating. Girls are supposed to look like girls, not whatever you’re trying to look like. He’s pretty open with how he presents himself, but that’s because he’s a man. When he had cross-dressed for skating, that was just a performance. 

He pressures you into things, small things at first.

“Come with me to get a mani-pedi, it’s good for your nail health!” But then he’s picking out pretty, pink polishes and having the nail techs paint your nails. You don’t want to be rude, you can’t say no.

“Lets go shopping! I need new socks.” But then he’s dragging you into various stores, buying skirts and dresses and cute shoes for you like it’s nothing, because to a rich man like Victor, it isn’t. He buys everything without asking for your opinion, and it’s not like you can throw perfectly good clothes away. You shove them into a corner of your closet, thinking about donating them when you get the chance.

Catches you off guard with wandering hands that tickle your ribs, just so he gets to hear you squeak out a high-pitched gasp before you can control your voice. You slap at his hands but he laughs easily, it was just a joke!

You soak off the nail polish, you won’t wear the clothes he bought you, you keep trying to talk in a deeper tone.

Victor doesn’t like it.

He asks Yuuri to tell him your address, he has a gift for you! Yuuri doesn’t think anything of it, hands over the information without a second thought.

When the silver-haired man shows up at your door, gift bag in hand, he has a look on his face that makes you want to slam the door the second you see him.

But you don’t.

He’s bought you lingerie - last week he noticed you were wearing boxers, the band peeking out of your jeans, and Victor thought you would like something more suited to your body.

It’s an intimate gift, and you won’t accept it.

Well, maybe you’ll pretend to, if it’ll get Victor out of your house.

But Victor won’t leave, especially when he bulldozes past you, striding confidently around as he open doors, peers inside rooms until he finds your bedroom. 

He lays out each set he bought on the bed, explaining the different materials and what you could wear over them. Victor spies your closet, throws it open to pick out outfits to match the lingerie, goes quiet as he sees the clothes he bought for you wadded up in the corner on the ground.

You try to salvage the situation, but it’s impossible.

The man won’t leave until you model some of the clothes, tell him how the lingerie feels underneath your skin, underneath a skirt and a pretty blouse, how heels feel on your feet.

When he sees you in the first outfit, a simple off-the-shoulder dress, lingerie straps visible, his breath whooshes out of his chest.

You look so feminine.

You look like a vulnerable little girl when he strips you out of the dress, “Just to see if I got your size right for the underwear! Don’t worry!”

You sound like a girl when he starts touching you, his pale hands on your body, whispered high-pitched please falling from your lips.

Victor is finally seeing, hearing, touching what he thinks a real girl should be like. 

When he fucks you, it’s undeniable that you’re a girl, and he wants to drill it into you, the same way he’s drilling into your cunt. 

“Don’t fight, this is what girls do with men, no need to be so scared.”

“You’re the prettiest girl, such sweet sounds, make more for me, okay?”

“You should always dress like this, you look so much better.”

“What a nice body you have, you’ve been hiding it under all those boy’s clothes this entire time! I should punish you for that, naughty thing.”

“Good girl, good girl, spread your legs wider. Here, let me help you-”

After he finishes fucking you, lingerie carefully rearranged into place over your messy body, Victor taps his chin. “Hmm, I could even buy you some makeup. You’d look gorgeous all dolled up for me.”