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“Well, I think that’s everything. Did you have any other questions before we call it a night?”
You look up from your notes and shake your head. “No, you cleared a lot of things up for me. Thank you. It makes way more sense now.”
“I’m happy to hear it.” The dean’s assistant chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll pass Professor Heimerdinger’s exam with flying colors.”
“Here’s hoping.” You shut your notebook and watch as he erases all of the equations from the chalkboard. When you first walked in, you would have struggled to even identify how to start any of these problems. Now, the answers seem clear as day.
“I’ll be sure to mention that you stopped by for tutoring,” he says. “Heimerdinger likes it when his students put in the effort. It may make him a bit more lenient with his grading tomorrow.”
Your face breaks into a smile. You certainly won’t object to that. “Thanks, Viktor. I appreciate it.”
He nods, grabbing a hold of the cane propped against the blank chalkboard. “Not a problem.” Viktor looks out the office window. The sky is dark and the stars are shining as bright as ever. It must be close to midnight by now. “Would you care for me to walk you back to your room?”
Your heart stutters in your chest. “What? Why?”
“It’s pretty late.” He motions toward the window, at the dark streets of Piltover below. “I figured I might accompany you to ensure you make it back safely.”
“Oh! Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” His tone is fairly blasé. Viktor doesn’t seem to mind whether you decline his offer or not. He’ll respect your decision either way.
You swiftly nod your head as you gather your things. “Yeah—yeah, that would be nice.”
It appears that your response has him smirking for a second, but he turns away before you can get a good look at his face. “Alright then. Let me just lock up really quick.”
You follow him out the door and watch as he locks up the office behind you. Your mind begins to wander. What was that smirk on his face? What is he thinking? Does he know that you’re interested in him? Of course he knows. Everyone is interested in him.
Well, maybe not everyone. There are still many who look down on the professor’s assistant despite his status at the Academy. Quite a few people are prejudiced against him simply because of his disability, while others just can’t seem to get over the fact he’s from the Undercity. A Zaunite working his way up and earning a spot amongst the highest of scholars was practically unheard of before he arrived. Many envy him because of this, but it only makes you admire him more.
Those who respect Viktor commend his brilliance. They hold his accomplishments in high regard. They’re also quite taken with his looks. You would be lying if you said you weren’t one of them.
As the two of you begin to walk down the long hallways of the Academy, you decide to make conversation. “Sorry for keeping you so late. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of other things you could be working on right now.”
“Just… research.” Viktor shrugs. “To be quite honest, it’s not very intriguing.”
“How so?”
“Ever since I was a young boy, I dreamed of becoming a scientist, of helping others and making discoveries that would change the world for the better. I don’t believe my current work is accomplishing that at all.” He sighs. “I’m just an assistant.”
You scoff. “You’re not just an assistant. You’re one of the brightest minds the Academy has ever seen. Professor Heimerdinger wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise.”
A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. “That’s kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth. You’re more than capable of accomplishing anything you set your mind to. Everyone here knows it… even you, I think.”
Viktor is quiet for a very long moment. The only sounds that can be heard are that of your feet and his cane tapping against the floor. You start to wonder if he’s going to reply to you at all, but you don’t get the chance to find out. As you both round the corner, a loud, grating voice cuts through the silence.
“Would you look who it is? Heimerdinger’s favorite pupil! We heard you coming a mile away.” There’s a group of three young men standing in front of one of the hall’s dorm rooms. They’re Academy students clearly in the mood to start trouble. The boy in the middle mimes walking with a cane while the two beside him howl with laughter.
Viktor doesn’t say a word. He just stares right through them.
“You shouldn’t have to listen to this shit,” you mutter. “You can head back if you want. My room is at the end of this hall anyway.”
“And leave you alone with those three? Please.” He shakes his head before taking another step and continuing on towards your room. You follow his lead and keep your head facing forwards, refusing to even spare them a glance.
The snide remarks don’t stop though. The trio continues to poke and prod at Viktor with their words. They even make a nasty comment about you. Every single one of their insults makes you bristle with anger.
“They’re not worth it,” Viktor murmurs. “Don’t waste your energy on them.”
When the two of you finally reach your room, he waits patiently for you to grab your keys and unlock the door. You turn to look at him. You don’t want him to leave yet, especially with those assholes out there.
“Would you like to come in?”
Viktor hesitates, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He seems to think about it for just a second, pondering whether or not to accept your invitation. “Are you sure?”
You smirk at him. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” Unlike his reply earlier, your tone is far from blasé. It’s so painfully obvious that you want him to come inside.
He smiles back at you. “Alright then, sure.”
Viktor follows you into your room, his eyes taking in the quaint little living space you call your own.
“Can I get you anything?” You ask. “A glass of water, maybe?”
“No, thank you. I’m alright.” He pauses, then looks down at his shoes. “My feet are killing me though. Do you mind if I—?”
“Oh, no, of course!”
He props his cane up against your bed before sitting on the edge and slowly taking off his shoes. You sit down beside him, replaying those moments out in the hallway over and over again in your head.
“I don’t know how you can stand it,” you mutter.
Viktor gives you a puzzling look. “What?”
“Those guys out there… the things they were saying to you.”
“You get used to it.”
“You shouldn’t have to get used to it. They have no business speaking to you that way. They should be looking up to you.”
Viktor laughs, raising his brows in curiosity. “And why do you say that?”
“For all the reasons I mentioned earlier.” You tell yourself that you should stop right there. You shouldn’t say anything else. He doesn’t need to know how much you admire him. That would only make things weird…
But once you start speaking, it’s impossible to stop. “You’re kind and intelligent and you clearly have a big heart. Everybody here knows that you’re capable of great things, amazing things, far beyond your assistantship under the dean. You’ve surpassed so many expectations already. I mean, look at any of the other students. Look at me! We’re the same age and I’ve yet to accomplish half as much as you have.”
He regards you with an amused expression, and you immediately regret every word that just came out of your mouth.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s like you told me. You can do anything you set your mind to.” He smiles as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You just have to get through Heimerdinger’s class first.”
As you laugh, your eyes wander to that lovely smile of his. You lean closer and so does he. Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you lose all inhibition and press your lips to his.
For a brief moment, you worry that you’ve gone too far, but the fear dissipates as soon as his lips start moving against yours. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, then slips inside your mouth. He kisses you with such hunger that it feels as if he may devour you whole.
Desire begins to take hold of you. You crawl into his lap, your fingers tangling into his messy brown hair. His hands settle at your hips. He pushes you down further, encouraging you to grind against him. Once you begin to roll your hips, you can feel him harden beneath you.
Viktor breaks away from your kiss and swears under his breath. His face is flushed and his eyes are wild. “Is this alright?” He asks.
“Yes.” Your cunt is throbbing. “It’s more than alright.”
He slowly reaches beneath your skirt and presses a thumb against the wetness that has collected in your panties. “You want this?”
“Please.” You gasp.
Viktor crushes his lips against yours, slipping a hand into your underwear as he does so. His fingers are moving between your slick covered folds. His thumb is rubbing circles over your clit. You’ve never been so overcome with arousal. You want more.
Your fingers fumble over the buttons of his vest. You’re able to pop them all off in just a few seconds, but he still has a button up and tie on underneath. You pull at his tie in a desperate attempt to loosen it from his neck but it doesn’t budge.
Viktor chuckles. “Allow me.” He pulls his hand out from between your legs and removes his tie with skilled, careful hands. You watch as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a bare chest dotted with moles. It’s impossible for you to resist touching him there. His skin is smooth and soft. He feels so warm…
“Would you like me to undress you as well?” He asks, his fingers hovering over your blouse. You nod enthusiastically and he chuckles once more.
Your brain feels like mush. Your body is frozen in place but your heart is beating faster than it ever has. The words you want to say to him refuse to come out. It’s as if his touch has completely fried your circuits.
He takes off your shirt in a matter of moments, then reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra. Your breath hitches in your throat as the straps slide down your shoulders, exposing your breasts to him. Viktor ghosts his fingertips over them, and you shiver with arousal. He grazes his thumb over one of your hardened nipples. “Are you cold?”
“No...”
“Then why are you shaking?”
“I guess I’m just a bit nervous is all.” You let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh before taking a deep breath.
Viktor runs his fingers through your hair, then presses a kiss to your cheek. “We can stop whenever you want.”
“I don’t want to stop.” You crawl off of his lap and unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor beside your bed. You then hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pull them down your legs.
He looks at you with big, glossy eyes, taking in the sight before him. “Come here then.”
You crawl back onto the bed, accidentally kicking his cane over in the process. As you apologize and reach back down to pick it up, he grasps your arm and pulls you back into a kiss. “Don’t worry about it,” he whispers against your lips. “Let’s just get comfortable.”
Viktor adjusts his position on the bed, laying his head down on your pillow. His hands roam over your body, caressing your back and squeezing your ass. He kisses you even harder, his tongue probing your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each and every touch. You’re practically dripping onto his pants. He can feel it too.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs. “Come… come up here.”
Your eyes suddenly widen at the request. “You want me to—?”
“Sit on my face.” His voice is just a whisper but the words sound almost deafening to your ears. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, yes, I would.” You answer him before he’s even able to get the last word out. Viktor grins as you crawl over him, holding onto the headboard as you lower yourself down onto his face.
He grips your hips as he begins to fuck you with his tongue. He licks between your wet folds, making some of the most obscene noises you’ve ever heard in your life. You cry out when his tongue presses inside of you, and your moans only get louder when he starts to suck on your sensitive bud. Your grip on the headboard tightens. Your legs shake with desperation. You’re already so fucking close…
You look down at him and meet his gaze. Viktor’s beautiful, amber eyes are full of lust. It’s like he’s begging you to cum… Cum for him… Cum in his mouth…
Your orgasm crashes over you. The spasming of your cunt is so intense that you can’t help but tighten your legs around Viktor’s head. He moans while lapping up every drop of wetness that drips from your pussy. His tongue doesn’t stop licking between your thighs until your grip on him finally loosens.
You lift yourself up and let go of the headboard. He smiles up at you, your juices dribbling down his chin. You lean back down to kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
“Trust me,” he murmurs. “I enjoyed it plenty.”
When you sit down on his lap again, you can feel his erection straining against his pants. You roll your hips against him, eliciting a soft moan from Viktor’s mouth. You figure that it’s about time you take some initiative here.
Your hands reach for the button of his pants and he sits up to assist you with their removal. “Allow me,” you say. He regards you with a curious expression but allows you to pop off the button and unzip his fly. “Lift your hips for me.”
Viktor raises an eyebrow and glances down at his leg. “You know I’m capable of taking my own pants off, right?”
You blink in surprise. “Well, of course. I’m capable of taking my own shirt off too, but you helped me out with that earlier. Just thought I would return the favor.”
He nods. “Apologies. I just—”
“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry it came across that way.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Viktor lifts his hips, allowing you to tug both his underwear and pants down his legs. His cock springs upwards, leaking precum from the tip. “Lie down for me.”
You awkwardly switch places with him, face flushing red as you find yourself below him. He spits into his hand and strokes his length before covering your body with his own. You notice that Viktor has angled himself in such a way that doesn’t put pressure on his right leg. He leans down to kiss you, gently guiding his dick between your folds. “Tell me if this is alright.”
Viktor slowly presses inside of you, taking his time so that you can adjust to his girth. You moan in pure pleasure. “Fuck, it’s… Oh, it’s perfect.” He sinks even deeper into you and kisses your open mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, then your legs around his hips. His thrusts are slow and deep. He’s hitting a place inside of you that you didn’t know existed until now.
One of his hands moves down your body, fondling your tits and gripping your hips. His touch sends electricity shooting through your veins. You whimper his name and claw at his back. The way he’s pumping his hips is driving you insane. Each and every languid thrust is pushing you closer to the edge.
His lips wander down to your throat. You feel his warm breath against your neck as he nips and sucks at your sensitive skin. A part of you hopes that it’ll leave a mark, something that you can see in the mirror when you wake up in the morning, something that will remind you of how he fucked you tonight…
You’re dangling off the precipice of a climax, and Viktor can tell just how close you are to completely falling over it. He maintains the same pace and rhythm while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “You take me so well. You feel amazing. Cum for me again. Let me see you cum for me.”
So, you do as he says. You cum hard around his cock. The feeling of your walls clenching around him is enough to send him over the edge as well. He moans your name as he pulls out of you, working himself over with his fist. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, then gasp once his hot spend splashes onto your tits.
Viktor pants, struggling to catch his breath after cumming so hard. His cheeks are red and his hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looks down at your breasts before asking, “Do you have a washcloth?”
The question catches you off guard. “Yeah, there should be one on the counter in the bathroom. I can get it if—”
“No need. I’ve got it.” He carefully crawls off of your bed and picks his cane up off the floor. You watch him walk over to your bathroom and run the washcloth under the sink faucet. When he returns, he wipes down your chest. It feels so nice and warm…
Your eyes are so heavy but you desperately try to stay awake for him. Viktor chuckles at the sight of you. “Get some rest. You’ll need it tomorrow.”
You nearly groan out loud. Heimerdinger’s exam—the very reason you were up so late with Viktor to begin with.
The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Viktor sitting with you, carding his fingers through your hair and murmuring soft words that your tired mind just can’t seem to comprehend. When you wake again, he’s gone.
You slowly sit up and look around the room. There doesn’t seem to be a trace of him ever having been here, save for the tender marks on your neck and the soreness between your legs. Suddenly, something catches your eye.
The morning light spilling in from your window shines down on the open notebook on your desk. You break into a wide grin as you crawl out of bed and read what’s written on the page.
Good luck today! -V