Please be good news…
Please be good news…
Please be good news…
Yuuri stares at the envelope in his hands, addressed to him from the Paris Opera Ballet School. It’s sealed with a wax seal stamp, the school’s crest engraved on it, his name and address written in beautiful calligraphy, a if it were written with a quill and ink.
Sucking in a shaky breath, his pale hands pop open the seal. Yuuri finds himself unable to breathe as he pulls the sheet of paper out of the envelope. It’s soft between his fingers, thick, and a pale magnolia colour, complementary to its envelope. Closing his eyes, he unfolds the sheet of paper.
Dear Yuuri Katsuki,
We are pleased to inform you that your application to the Paris Opera Ballet School has been accepted, and you are cordially invited to join us for your Ballet studies starting 1st September 2020 for three years.
Please see the information booklet included for more details.
Appointed Director of Ballet
Yuuri’s breath catches in his throat. He’s actually gone and done it. He impulsively applied for one of the world’s most prestigious ballet schools and— actually got accepted. Lilia Baranovskaya. She's phenomenal, known best for her role as Giselle in Giselle and Juliet in Romeo and Juliet back in two thousand and one.
His hands shake as he stares at the letter in disbelief. His mother comes into the front room, just in time, in fact, to see her son staring at the letter.
“Yuuri? Are you okay?” She sits down besides him and glances at the letter. Her face turns instantly from a worrisome frown to a beaming smile. “Yuuri! Yuuri, you did it!” She stands, pulling him up and into her arms. “Yuuri, I’m so proud of you! Let’s go and tell dad!” But Yuuri just stands there. “Yuuri? Are you okay? Do you not want to go?”
“I can’t believe I did it.” Yuuri whispers. “I actually got in.” Hiroko has the proudest smile he’s ever seen.
“Come on, let’s share the good news and plan a celebration.” Yuuri still can’t believe it.
Minako is ecstatic when Yuuri tells her the good news the next day.
“I can’t believe it.” She says. “After fifteen years with me you’re leaving the nest for bigger, better things.” She sniffles as she stares proudly at Yuuri.
“You sound like my mom.” Yuuri nervously chuckles. “She said you should come over for dinner by the way, tonight at seven.”
“Sure! I’ll be there! But for now, we’d better brush up on your technique, especially if you want to impress Madame Baranovskaya. She’s a stern lady, hard to impress.” Minako informs and instantly, Yuuri prickles up— he’s ten times more nervous now than he was before.
“Yuuri? Are you okay?” She asks when Yuuri goes quiet.
“Y-yeah, I’m just… nervous doesn’t even begin to describe it.” He mumbles, sighing heavily. “I have to sort my visa out and pack, book a dorm room, things like that.” Yuuri murmured as finished up his stretches.
“Hey, you can do it.” Minako proudly smiled. “You’ll be okay. Now come on, let’s go back to basics and make sure they’re perfect.”
That evening, when everyone gathers for dinner, Hiroko shares the good news with their family and friends. Their son is moving to the city of love— Paris, to study at one of the world’s most prestigious ballet schools. Hiroko can hardly believe it herself as the words fall from her lips. Yuuri almost cries when they gather for a hug. He’s due to leave in just under a month.
Yuuri’s parents have been saving for him to study abroad since he was a toddler. They just never thought the opportunity would come by in the form of a world class school of ballet. And with a world class school, comes world class fees. Thankfully for Yuuri, he’s earned himself a scholarship.
“Here, it’s one of the last times you’ll be able to have katsudon before you leave for Paris.” Hiroko gave a sad smile as she places a large bowl of katsudon in front of Yuuri. And when he looked at it, tears flooded his eyes.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Hiroko’s heart sank as she came over to her son, wrapping her arms around him.
“We’ll miss you too.” She sighed.
“This is an opportunity of a lifetime, Yuuri.” Toshiya chimed in as he handed over a box of tissues. “You’ll still be coming home for the holidays, we can phone whenever you want.” He reassured, but Yuuri felt no better. Maybe he isn’t ready to leave home yet, but his father is right. It’s an opportunity of a lifetime.
“I know.” Sniffled Yuuri with a teary smile. “I’m just sad to be leaving.” Hiroko dabbed his tears away and kissed his cheek.
“We’re sad to see you go. But you’ve always wanted this.” Toshiya reminded as he ran his hand up and down his back.
“We’re rooting for you, Yuuri.” Mari encouraged, patting his head.
“We are too!” Yuuko brought her arms around her three girls, smiling brightly.
Yuuko. Yuuri’s first friend, childhood dance partner, and their neighbour. She’s never been anything short of supportive, and neither had her husband, Takeshi. And when Yuuri looks around him, at the faces of everyone who supports him, he’s at a loss to do anything but smile back. They’re the reason he’s here, holding this letter in his hands.
Maybe this is a blessing after all.
Four weeks later, Yuuri has his bags packed his bags, and his parents dropped him off at the airport.
“Remember, you can do anything, Yuuri.” Hiroko gave him a hug, Yuuri’s arms coming around to squeeze tightly, almost not wanting to let go.
“You deserve this.” Toshiya smiled softly, giving his son a hug too. “These opportunities don’t come by often.” He reminded, pulling away.
“I’ll be home for Christmas.” Yuuri sighed. “I love you.”
“We love you too, Yuuri. We’re so proud of you.” Hiroko kissed his forehead, before handing him an omamori. “Keep this with you.” Yuuri took it gratefully in his hands and smiled.
“Now go, they're waiting for you in Paris.” With one last hug from his parents, Yuuri takes his luggage and heads to the check in desk. When he gets there, he turns his head to see his parents still stood there watching him, and they stay there until Yuuri turns his head once more. He waves, then heads up the stairs to security. When he turns around again, they’re gone.
Security is quiet at this time, and Yuuri quickly finds his gate. He sits down, bag on his lap, and he pulls out his phone.
Just reached my gate :) miss you 💕
Anxiously, Yuuri waited for his flight. He couldn’t even bring himself to eat anything, he was so nervous. Yuuri wondered if others were just as nervous as he was. Would he be able to make friends? Would he get on with his dance teachers? But despite his worries, he’s excited for a new start.
Yuuri finally boards, half an hour later than was expected, and takes his seat. His journey to Paris begins here, and admittedly, he’s kind of looking forward to it. He’d never been to Paris before, but it’s certainly a city with many charms. Yuuri wants to them all— the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles… who knows, maybe Yuuri will find someone to go with.
Maybe he’ll find an alpha.
The thought made Yuuri go bright red as he sat on the plane, shaking away the thoughts. God, thinking about finding an alpha already, how daring. He has to make friends first. With a heavy sigh, Yuuri closed his eyes.
When Yuuri finally landed and crossed through customs, he collected his luggage and left the airport. There was a taxi already waiting for him, much to his surprise, holding a sign that said Yuuri Katsuki - Paris Opera Ballet School. Well, that must be for him, then. He walked over with his luggage and got in.
The taxi drops him off at his dormitory, and the driver is even kind enough to help him lift his luggage from the trunk.
“Thank you.” Yuuri softly smiled before making his way over to reception to collect his keys. He struggles to find his room at first, it’s right in the last block, on the ground floor. With a sigh, he opened the door and turned the light on.
It’s a small space, but still, it feels cosy. Even though he’s tired from flying, he musters up the will to at least make his bed. Anything else can wait until tomorrow. When the sheets are on his bed, Yuuri instantly flops. He doesn’t even bother to shower.
His first class is today. And nervous is an understatement. Yuuri packs his bag with his leotard and pointe shoes; he still needs to break into them though, hopefully he’ll get a chance to do so. Yuuri snagged a breakfast bar from his cupboard, and heads out.
Paris is beautiful at this time of day. The sun is barely coming up, and on his walk to the studio, he just manages to catch the sunrise.
Yuuri was directed to the changing rooms once he had arrived, and hesitantly, he pushed open the door, glancing around the room. He let out a sigh of relief, as only a few people occupied the changing rooms. His nose twitches, as mixed scents fill his nose. Yuuri tucked himself into the corner of the room and quickly changed into his leotard. It’s black, backless, and if Yuuri is honest, he thinks he looks pretty damn good. With a bit of a smile to himself, he grabs his pointes and his water bottle, and then heads out. He hasn’t even said hello to anyone yet.
Anxiously, he waits as the class files in. The class is mainly omegas, Yuuri realises, as the room begins to fill. He’s taken a seat near the front to break into his pointe shoes before he slides them onto his feet. When the professor comes in, Yuuri barely notices, too busy stretching. But he does notice a strong scent that fills his nose. An alpha. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Yuuri looked up.
In front of him there’s a gorgeous man, at least six foot tall, with beautiful platinum locks and a sharp jawline. And when he turns around, the first person he lays those piercing blue eyes on, is Yuuri.
It’s Victor Nikiforov. Yuuri’s breath hitched. The famous danseur whose career was cut short by injury. It’s him, in the flesh, And god, is he handsome.
He gives off this mysterious aura, face stern and serious as he stands at the front of the class. Yuuri’s knees are already weak as he stares at the man in front of him. He’s drooling, and he has to swallow a hard lump in his throat, willing himself not to be— absolutely turned on.
“My name is Victor Nikiforov. I’ll be coaching you through the year.” Yuuri startled as he spoke. His Russian accent melts Yuuri into a pathetic puddle. God. Who gave this man permission to be so sexy?! “Expectations for this class are high. If you cannot meet them, you’ll pack your bags and leave.” That fills Yuuri with nerves. What if he can’t keep up? “You will not be late. Not even a minute late. Classes start at eight thirty and I expect every single one of you here. No exceptions.” Oh god, he’s strict. “There’s no time for chatting in this class. You’ll stay focussed for the whole three hours.” That, Yuuri no doubtedly will have no problem doing.
“Before we start, I want to give you a run through of what will happen this year.” Victor says, and he’s instantly got Yuuri’s attention. “The first few weeks are going back to basics. I’ll instruct and observe to see what level you're at. You’ll have one practical assessment, and whilst rehearsing for the practical assessment, I’ll also be handing out roles for next year’s end of year production, which is The Nutcracker. ” That's it. Yuuri has his eyes on that. “One person will land the role of Clara. Work hard, and it could be yours. Everyone around you is your competition. Study them, learn from them, but at the same time, stay humble. That’s it.” Yuuri needs that role.
Victor expects it to be just another normal school year, like it has been for the last five years he’s been teaching here. And it is. He walked into the studio, pushing the doors open. The diversity of the class is no different too, mostly omegas, both male and female. Honestly, the stereotype is lived up to far too closely.
Everyone around him is stood, chatting, making friends.
Except for one.
He’s already stretching, warming up. He’s sat with his legs apart, arms reached to his toes to stretch. Victor can already tell he’s here to learn. He stands at the front of the class and just as he passes, the student looks up.
And oh, Victor is taken aback by bright honey eyes, they’re nothing like he’s ever seen. They’re deep and golden, and his face is soft. He seems timid, shy, judging by the fact that he’s the only one not talking to anybody. And he smells divine. Victor’s nose almost flares a he tries to draw his attention back to the rest of the class.
There’s something special about this student.
“My name is Victor Nikiforov. I’ll be coaching you through the year.” His eyes scanned the room, watching as everyone stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to him. “Expectations for this class are high. If you cannot meet them, you’ll pack your bags and leave. You will not be late. Not even a minute late. Classes start at eight thirty and I expect every single one of you here. No exceptions.” Oh god, he’s strict. “There’s no time for chatting in this class. You’ll stay focussed for the whole three hours.”
“Before we start, I want to give you a run through of what will happen this year. The first few weeks are going back to basics. I’ll instruct and observe to see what level you're at.” His eyes were sharp, firm as he spoke. “You’ll have one practical assessment, and whilst rehearsing for the practical assessment, I’ll also be handing out roles for the next year’s end of year production, which is The Nutcracker. ” Victor chanced a glance at the endearing student in front of him. “One person will land the role of Clara. Work hard, and it could be yours. Everyone around you is your competition. Study them, learn from them, but at the same time, stay humble. That’s it.” He already has a student in mind. Victor just hopes he’s got what it takes.
Victor is strict. Very strict. His words are short and snappy, he’s determined and critical, but it does nothing to deter Yuuri. In fact, it only turns him on more.
Yuuri can’t help it. As an omega he has his needs.
“Claude!” He barked. “Déplie la jambe!” The way he shouts sends shivers down Yuuri’s spine. Yuuri can’t understand what he’s just said, but he can have a good guess by the way Claude’s posture instantly straightens. It’s actually kind of amazing that on the first day, Victor already knows Claude’s name— it goes to show just how many times he’s had to tell him off.
Yuuri follows instructions to a T. He must do, otherwise Victor would have shouted at him by now. Other students, however, much like Claude, were not lucky enough to avoid Victor’s wrath. He can tell Victor is getting frustrated. Words snap quicker, they’re sharper, and Victor’s eyes narrow more.
“Félicité! Plus haute!” Victor barked across the studio once more. Yuuri sort of wants to turn to see who Félicité actually is, but he doesn’t feel like putting himself into the path of Victor’s wrath anytime soon.
Yuuri can almost feel Victor’s eyes burning into his back as his hands rest on the bar in front of him, back leg out straight. It’s like Victor is staring at him in the mirror and Yuuri can almost feel it. It fills his gut with a warm feeling, stomach knotting and, oh, he can feel his cunt grow wet.
God, why is he like this?
Yuuri swears that Victor picks up on it, judging by the way his eyes narrow at Yuuri’s reflection. Yuuri has to pretend not to see, otherwise he might just flood the crotch of his leotard. It's literally the first hour since he’s even met Victor and already he’s this weak.
He feels like such a slut.
Admittedly, the students in this class are less experienced than the other first year classes he’s taught. But one student stands out. One student can do just about everything perfectly. Maybe Victor’s bias is showing already, but Victor thinks he’s already got his eyes set on someone for the role of Clara.
“Claude! Déplie la jambe!” Claude, again, just can’t seem to get it. Victor shakes his head and sighs as he watches Claude in the mirror. Victor watched legs kick, straight and high above their heads, and he’s satisfied with the results until…
“Félicité! Plus haute!” Until he sees Félicité, with her leg nowhere near as high up and straight as Victor expects it to be.
His eyes flicker back to the student stood closest to him, who has his leg in a perfect split, back arched and beautifully curved, and toes pointed. The student glanced back at him in the mirror and suddenly, and soft, sweet wafts past his nose and—
Judging by the flush on his cheeks, the student in front of him knows exactly what’s up.
Said student races out of the room as quickly as possible when the class finishes, Victor noticed. He was gone before Victor could even say class dismissed.
But inevitably, he’ll be back in three hours time for their class that starts at three. Victor has this smug grin on his face as the last student leaves the room.
That man— that omega— he’s certainly interesting.
Yuuri doesn’t bother showering. There’s no point - he has to be back at the studio for his next class in three hours anyway. He just races back to his dorm room and flops on the bed. He needs to calm down.
There’s something about Victor that’s especially attractive, aside from his gorgeous face and his mouthwatering body, that is. Maybe it’s the aura he gives of. It’s dominating and powerful, mysterious, tossed together with a bit of sexiness. Yuuri groaned into his pillow, trying to stop the lustful thoughts from flooding his head.
He finds himself unable to stop as his hand slides down into the waistband of his sweatpants and down into his briefs.
“Mmh…” Yuuri moaned as his fingertips touched the growing wetness at his folds. Yuuri twitched, breath hitching as the tips of his fingers gently circled the base of his cock before trailing down further, fingers forming a V around his lips. He shuddered, fingers running up and down.
Yuuri could just imagine Victor’s smug face if he could see Yuuri like this, and it only makes the slick between his legs grow. With a frustrated grumble, Yuuri kicked off his sweatpants and underwear, and spread his legs. A gush of slick flooded his pussy as he imagines Victor’s accent, deep and heavy in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. His cunt quivered, desperate for something to fill it.
Two fingers dove deep into the wetness as Yuuri instantly clamped down on them, back arching as his body stiffens. He mewled, whining as his fingers began to pump in and out of the wet heat.
“Mmh…!” Yuuri heavily breathed as his fingers fucked in and out of his cunt, clear fluid dribbling down onto the sheets, wet, filthy noises filling the air. God, if Victor could see him like this.
He’s only been in Victor’s class for three hours and already, he has two fingers shoved inside of him, that low, Russian accented French replaying over and over. Yuuri’s breath hitched as he pushed a third finger in, pushing deeper as the tips of his fingers just brushed against that spot. Yuuri can’t help but wonder how Victor’s fingers would feel inside of him, caressing his sweet spot as he whispered ‘ come for me, Yuuri,’ in his ear.
“Ahh… ahmm… nngh…” Yuuri’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he worked his fingers deeper, brushing harder and harder against his sweet spot. He wonders how big Victor is. If he’s thick and long and delicious. It makes him wet, wet, wet as his fingers attack the bundle of nerves inside of him, sending bolts of electricity through his body.
Oh. Imagine Victor’s knot.
And when the very thought even so much as crosses his mind, Yuuri instantly comes, Victor’s names on his lips. “Victor… Victor… Victor! Ahh! Ohhhhhh…” His fingers continue to work, fast and hard through his orgasm as he squirts, slick and come splashing between his legs as milky fluid splatters his stomach. His back arches off the bed, body tensing as his vision fills with stars and oh, Yuuri has never felt this good. He painted heavily, sucking in deep breaths as his fingers slowed down to a halt before slipping out with a wet pap.
Dammit, Yuuri thinks as he finally comes down from the high of what was probably the best orgasm he’s ever experienced. Part of him wants to go again, before class, but he’s going to have to hold it - he still needs to eat lunch before his next session. The sheets he’s only changed not long ago are now wet. He’ll have to sort those out and get them to the laundry room before class. But at the moment, he’s completely boneless.
Yuuri can’t even bring himself to feel shameless when he packs a vibrator into his dance bag before leaving again. He’s probably going to need it to let off some steam between the next class, and his personal practice time at the studio, where he has the studio booked from seven p.m.
His stomach feels nervous with butterflies as he leaves his dorm room to head back to the ballet studio. He’s early, again, and he makes haste to get changed. The last thing anyone wants is to be late for Victor Nikiforov’s class.
Victor’s eyes instantly burn into his back when he walks into the studio - he can feel it. Yuuri doesn’t dare turn around.
“You’re all here on time. I’m surprised. Normally at least one person is late.” Victor takes his place at the front of the room, and Yuuri lifted his head to see Victor’s eyes scrutinising everyone in the room, as if silently judging each and every one of them.
“As this morning we’re going back to basics for now. We did stand-still positions and jumps this morning, but now I want to go over something different.” Victor said as he tied his pointe shoes and stood back up. “Partner up.” Yuuri rushes to meet someone new and partner up all in ten seconds before Victor points at him. “Name?” Yuuri’s head whips around and he’s stunned silent for a split second before he realises he should answer.
“Y-Yuuri. Yuuri Katsuki.” His heart beats wildly in his ear as Victor takes him by the hand.
“Still back to basics, we’re going over pas de deux. Essential for any ballet dancer. In order to be a competent dancer, you must learn to dance with a partner, trust this partner fully. The partner you choose now will be your partner for the rest of the year, so don’t fall out.” Yuuri’s breath hitched. He’s going to be Victor’s dance partner for the rest of the year. God, after just three hours he’s already coming to this man's name but now— Yuuri swears he’s doomed.
“Raise your hand if you’re familiar with Swan Lake, and get out if you’re not.” Yuuri raises his hand timidly as he holds his breath. “Good.” Victor smiles. “I’m sure you’ve all seen and analysed this ballet multiple times but for this class one part in particular is important— Odile and Siegfried’s Pas de Deux. Is anyone familiar with their dance?” Yuuri is, but when no one else raises their hand, it puts him off raising his. “No one? Disappointing.” Yuuri’s hand raises slowly, not too high, but just enough for Victor to see.
“Umm… I am…” Yuuri’s voice is timid and shy as he swallows a lump in his throat.
Everyone is on time, just as Victor expects.
“You’re all here on time. I’m surprised. Normally at least one person is late.” It’s a surprise, actually. Even though this class has a less developed technique overall than the other first year classes he’s taught, they’re all on time and clearly, keen to learn.
“As this morning we’re going back to basics for now. We did stand-still positions and jumps this morning, but now I want to go over something different. Partner up.” He watches as students scramble to partner up, and one person in particular stands out. One student who, so far, has shown impeccable skills. Victor wonders how far he can push him. “Name?” He points, and said student whips around and just gawps at Victor.
“Y-Yuuri. Yuuri Katsuki.” Yuuri… what an interesting young omega. Colour Victor intrigued. Victor takes him by the hand.
“Still back to basics, we’re going over pas de deux. Essential for any ballet dancer. In order to be a competent dancer, you must learn to dance with a partner, trust this partner fully. The partner you choose now will be your partner for the rest of the year, so don’t fall out.” Victor is interested to see how Yuuri will keep up with him; if he can keep up with him. And, he’s interested to see how far he can push him, how much he can improve.
“Raise your hand if you’re familiar with Swan Lake, and get out if you’re not.” Everyone in the room, Yuuri included, raises their hand. “Good.” Victor smiles. “I’m sure you’ve all seen and analysed this ballet multiple times but for this class one part in particular is important— Odile and Siegfried’s Pas de Deux. Is anyone familiar with their dance?” Absolutely no one raises their hand. Victor clicks his tongue in disappointment. “No one? Disappointing.” But right next to him, a shy hand comes up.
“Umm… I am…” Victor can see that the way no one else raises their hand fills Yuuri with uncertainty, but he's definitely impressed.
Yuuri does , indeed, know this Pas de Deux. In fact, he’s very familiar with it, Odile’s role, that is, and part of Victor wonders if Yuuri has played this part before. However, he also notices that Yuuri isn’t familiar with this dance with a partner, and essentially, he answered his own question. Yuuri has never played the role of Odile before, but Victor can be sure that he’s practiced it on his own.
The more Victor learns about him, the more intrigued he becomes.
The omega currently in his arms is sweet and shy, lacking the same confidence as everyone else has, yet is on a different level of ballet.
Yuuri Katsuki has most certainly caught Victor’s eye.
As soon as class is over, Yuuri darts out of the doors and to the changing rooms. Being in such close proximity to Victor has him wet again, and this time, he knows for certain that Victor knows it. Nervously, he bounces his leg up and down, waiting for the changing rooms to clear.
Thankfully, he’s the only one booked in to use the studio at seven, and that means, no one else is due in here. With a sigh of relief, Yuuri can finally release the tension that’s been building in his stomach for the last three hours. Yuuri hesitantly reaches for the vibrator in his bag. He knows he could be caught by anyone at anytime, but the chances are slim and honestly, he really, really needs to get off. He’s willing to take his chances.
Stripping out his leotard, he spreads his legs, feet planted on the wooden bench. His folds are already soaked with slick, fluttering and twitching as they eagerly wait for something, anything to fill it. Biting his lip, Yuuri brings the vibrator to just beneath his cock, and it touches his clit. He flicks the vibrator on, hips instantly jerking as he bites back a moan, the faint rumbling of the vibrator quiet, yet powerful against his lips.
Yuuri’s cunt is twitching so badly already as he moves the vibrator up and down his folds, drenching it in slick fluid. He can’t believe he’s jerking off a second time, in public, might he add, today to Victor Nikiforov. This man is doing things to him, and they’ve barely spoken a few sentences.
All cares are thrown out of the window about getting caught as Yuuri knocks the vibrator up a notch. “Nngh!” Yuuri moans as the vibrations become more intense, back arching as his hips thrust to meet the vibrator and his pussy floods with more slick.
“Victor!” He whispered as he pushed the vibrator into his hole, instantly sucking it in. It hits so much deeper inside. Yuuri grips the bench, biting his lip hard as his hips cant uncontrollably with the deep waves of pleasure jolting through his body with each bump against his sweet spot.
Everything feels amazing. With the remote in his hand, he kicks the vibrator up even higher, almost squealing as his legs clamp shut and his pussy squeezed around the vibrator, clenching and pushing. He can feel himself on the brink of orgasm. He just needs a little bit more to come.
He’s about to knock the vibrator up to the highest setting, until the changing room door swings open. Yuuri should be stunned like a deer caught in headlights, but when he sees who it is, instantly, he comes, squirting all over the bench and the floor as he holds back lewd moans, creamy fluid staining his stomach.
He’s panting hard, squirming as the vibrator rages on inside him through his orgasm as he tries to catch his breath.