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“Lovely seeing you again, Miss Kiramman!” Professor Heimerdinger waves at you, his little ball of fur following him until they both stand in front of you, “It has been so long since our paths have crossed! What have you been up to?”
“Professor!” You say, smiling brightly at the man, folding your hands before you, “Oh, you know me! Studying, trying to keep up with my mother’s expectations, and attending a few meetings with her. The usual Kiramman business.”
“I’m sure she’s giving you a run for your life!” He jokes, laughing loudly, “At least we know the seat will be left in the right hands! Cassandra has raised a gem we can surely appreciate in the future.”
“You’re too kind, Professor,” you smile down at the man, easily conversing with him, “It’s a shame I no longer have classes with you, I’d love to relive the pranks we pulled on you back in the day.”
“Hush you!” His little dog jumps up and down your legs, hitting your heels gently as your grin matches Heimerdinger’s expression, “You are all grown up and soon, you will join me in my adventures around the city.”
“Maybe, if you are nice enough to get me into more Council meetings,” you flatten your hands over your long blue dress, leaning down to look eye to eye with your ex-professor. After all, a Kiramman will have a seat there, yeah? I would need to know everything!”
“Ah, I see what you are trying to do, young woman,” the man softly chuckles, patting your arm slowly, “I wish to do so, you are bright and smart. Maybe I can talk to Mel Medarda about it to soften the Council. But I would love to have you in my classes as well! I enjoy young and curious minds like yours!”
“That would be lovely, Professor,” you straighten your back, locking your fingers through each other, smiling softly, “You know where to find me, I’m always eager to help—“
“Professor?”
A soft, thick voice of a man interrupts your conversation, the clinking of his cane reaching your ears sooner than your eyes can see him, and when you turn around, you are not disappointed by what you see.
Leaning on his cane, there stands a tall lean man, one hand wrapped around the books while the other keeps his balance. His neatly brushed brunette hair stands in a way that makes his face more angular.
He is captivating , and the way his eyes scan you curiously sends a shiver down your spine.
“Viktor, my boy!” the professor announces, excitement dripping from his voice as he practically bounces towards Viktor. You learned the captivating man’s name. “Come, come! Meet Miss Kiramman!”
“Kiramman?” Viktor asks slowly, moving closer to where you are standing. His eyes hold the same small curious glint from earlier. “As in… Y/N Kiramman?”
“That’s right,” you reply softly, goosebumps rising on your skin with the way he mumbles your name, each syllable falling from his lips like honey, “A pleasure to meet you.”
You stick your hand out to him, taking a step closer so you are at an arm’s length, having a better view of his face — closer, he looks much more beautiful. He has a different type of beauty, you think, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, tired amber eyes, and moles adorning his face.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he mumbles quickly, huffing when he struggles to hold the books up with the hand holding his cane. But you realize his legs are stronger than relying fully on the cane, and after a few awkward seconds, he reaches out and wraps his long fingers around your hand, shaking it gently while he keeps his eyes locked on yours. “Professor talks a lot about you, Miss Kiramman.”
“Only good things, I hope. " With one last squeeze, you retrieve your hand, letting your gaze wander over his face as he does the same. You find two moles kissing his pale skin.
“The best actually. It is not every day that Professor praises someone for their work,” he raises a soft eyebrow when you chuckle, the corner of his lips twitching while he also takes his time staring at you, before he is pulled out of his mind by Professor’s voice, handing the books to his right hand and clutching his cane with the other.
“Miss Kiramman is an honorable woman in our Academy! So are you, my boy!”
The three of you start walking toward the end of the hallway, Heimerdinger ahead of you while you and Viktor walk shoulder to shoulder, listening to your professor’s rambling.
“So, which class are you in?” You ask him quietly, trying not to interrupt the little man in front of you, “I’ve never seen you around before.”
“I graduated a few years ago,” he replies, his soft eyes falling on your face once more as the two of you follow the professor, “Now I am working as the Professor’s assistant.”
“Wow, I never thought anyone would accomplish a job like this,” you reply, calling Heimerdinger as you smirk at Viktor, watching as his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “You didn’t tell me you had an assistant! I thought that was only reserved for me.”
“As smart as you are, your mother had beaten me to it and set you up for great success,” the short man shrugged and turned around to look at the two of you. “Viktor, on the other hand, is a bright man, a genius perhaps. I could not simply let him get away from me. It is not every day we get to see smart men like him join us from the Undercity.”
“Professor…”
“Our new Golden Boy is from the Lanes,” you beam at him, watching him raise a soft brow at you again — his way of showing his happiness perhaps — and chuckles, “How interesting.”
“I’m merely an assistant, not a remarkable person,” he says, but you can see it in his demeanor that he loves being recognized and appreciated, “You would have fit the position perfectly, but unfortunately I am not going to give it up for anything.”
“Good, you shouldn’t,” you say, taking a step closer to him, and looking up at him with soft curiosity. “You wouldn’t get here if you didn’t have anything to offer, so I know you must have such interesting theories to invest in.”
“I do,” he breathes out, the proximity making him nervous a little, you can tell, but he pulls himself together immediately, leaning down a bit so he can get closer as well, “That’s why I have permission to go to the labs.”
“As I said!” Professor jumps between the two of you, forcing you both to break the stare and look down at him, “A brilliant mind he has, but he is stuck with me and my classroom! Now if you excuse us, I have a room full of enthusiastic students who need to get their hopes crushed!”
“Have a great day, Professor,” you shake his hand before looking back at Viktor, finding him leaning on his cane, an endearing look on his face as he waits for you to address him as well, “Enjoy your day, Viktor.”
You extend your hand for him to shake, instead, he hands the books he is holding to Professor and reaches to grab your delicate fingers in his large palm, pulling your hand up to his surprisingly soft and a little bitten lips, pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
“Until our next meeting, Miss Kiramman,” with a caress of his thumb over the back of your hand, he lets go and steps back, nodding before he follows the Professor into his classroom.
“Well well well,” you lean on the doorway, watching Viktor shuffle through the papers. He sighs tiredly and turns his head to look at you, his eyes softening slightly as he watches you walk towards him slowly.
“Miss Kiramman,” he calls you, leaning back on his chair as he drags his eyes to your face, cocking his head to the side while he watches you rest your palms on his desk, resting your weight on them, “What can I do for you?”
“That’s so mean, Viktor!” You gasp, enjoying how he raises his eyebrows playfully, shaking his head as he looks at you and waits for you to continue, “I don’t need anything! Can’t a girl just enjoy your company?”
“Not this girl,” he replies, a large smile threatening to take over his face when he sees your small pout, “And girls do not enjoy my company because all I can talk about is the Academy.”
“Well, this girl enjoys your company,” you say, rounding his desk to lean your bottom on the edge of the desk, standing in front of him with a soft expression, “and that’s not true! We’ve talked a couple of times and you are wonderful to talk to even though you get so excited about your theories that you forget about everything else around you.”
“It must be interesting to you too because I’ve managed to keep you around with nothing but my wits,” he says, standing up slowly, keeping himself straight with his hand finding their place next to your hips on the desk, “Now, tell me, Miss Kiramman, how may I be of service?”
“For start,” you breathe out, swallowing the nervousness as he looks at your face with those beautiful honey eyes, “You can call me by my name, I think we are past the formalities now.”
“Is that so?” He asks, frowning a bit but you can see the smug smirk on his face growing as he looks at your face, his lean body inching closer to you with each passing second, “Okay then, Y/N… what else?”
“I’ve heard there is another student around here they’re calling him The Golden Boy,” you whisper, his steely gaze making you nervous in a good way, “How did you let this happen?”
“I don’t care about anybody else as long as…” He reaches up with one hand to caress your cheek with his knuckles, his thumb catching the edge of your bottom lip slightly. “ You call me your Golden Boy.”
“Really?” It comes out with a hushed tone, but the way your eyes light up seems to be Viktor’s undoing, “Even though I’m a Kiramman?”
“Especially then.”
“How romantic,” you say and lean into his touch when he cups your cheek, letting himself relax as your warmth seeps into his cold hand, “Will I see you soon?”
“I don’t think I can ever get rid of you,” he chuckles when you slap his arm gently, sending you off with a quick smile as the students start piling up in the classroom.
You were supposed to meet with Viktor tonight to go over a few things for your exams, but Jayce Talis, your sister’s mentor or whatever he was, had blown up his house with whatever experiment he was doing.
You are not sure why your mother told you to go and check up on him and scold him after the humiliation he had to endure in the Council meeting and in front of the entire academy, but saying no to Cassandra Kiramman was not for the weak, so with determination to get this over with, you walk to the ruined door of his apartment.
“Jayce,” you call out, finding him sitting on one of the chairs near the ruins of his apartment, head held between his hands before he turns around and looks at you, standing up immediately.
“Hey!” He waves awkwardly, shoulders tensing as he looks at you and waits for you to say something but he beats you to it and starts rambling, “Listen, I had no idea what those people were doing here—“
“You tried to blow up my sister,” you shrug, enjoying how you add to his rambling with how stressed out he is.
“I swear I didn’t, I’m so so sorry, they are trying—“
“Cait is hurt, y’know?” You feign a pout, entering his apartment to look around and you see something — or someone rather — who you did not expect to see here.
“Oh no! Listen, please please tell her that I am deeply—“
“Viktor?”
“Hello, darling,” he says, his voice so soft and welcoming that you have to stop yourself from leaping into his arms in front of Jayce. So with slow and steady steps, you go to him, gently running your fingers up and down his arm as you look at him questioning.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, looking between him and Jayce with a raised eyebrow, “Especially with him? The man who tried to blow up my sister.”
“I did not!”
“What are you doing anyway?” You move away from Viktor, ignoring Jayce’s little voice in protest as you scan the board and glance at the notebook in Viktor’s hands, “You know it’s illegal to continue this research, right?”
“We do—“
“You can’t tell anyone, please, Y/N—“
“Who said I’m gonna do that?” You look at Jayce, offended a little at how he thought you would expose them, “For someone who tried to blow up my sister—“
“I’m gonna kill myself, I swear—“
“I think his research is worth exploring, what do you say, Golden Boy?”
Viktor looks up from the notebook, clearly not anticipating you asking him for his input on the situation, but when he looks at your eager eyes and cocked hip, he smiles and nods, looking back at Jayce whose lips are parted in shock.
“So, what are your plans?” You ask and make yourself comfortable on the desk that Viktor is standing next to, waiting for some explanation on what they were doing before you interrupt them.
“We have to stabilize the diamonds first,” Viktor tells you and stumbles slightly to stand next to the board but Jayce’s whine stops him from talking.
“We have to get my notes first, we can’t let them destroy my entire research! That’s my entire life in those labs! We need to go to the Academy first and retrieve them.”
“That’s a… dangerous idea,” you say, sighing loudly, “But there is no chance for the two of you to go any further if you don’t read what’s in there.”
“How can we get inside though? We know where my stuff is, but we can’t get into Heimerdinger’s lab without—“
The jingling of the keys makes him pause and you look at Viktor with a huge grin, looking back at Jayce who is clearly shocked by the revelation.
“Perks of being Professor’s assistant.”
“Great! Now let’s go—“
“You are not coming,” Viktor says with a stern voice, his gaze hardening when you frown at him, jumping down on your shoes to move and stand in front of him.
“Of course I am! You can use my help in the lab—“
“We can, darling, I know that,” he grabs his cane and takes a step closer to you, cupping your cheek lovingly, “You’re bright and smart, we will need your help later, but if we get caught, I don’t want you getting in trouble, especially as someone as important as you.”
“Alright, but be careful, please!” You wrap your arms around him and hug him close, breathing his woody scent in when he keeps you tucked in his arms and presses a kiss to the side of your head, “Make sure you hide from the Enforcers who are on the nightly strolls.”
“We will, darling, we will.”
You laugh alongside Mel as she tells you about how she was the one who caught the boys sneaking into the labs near the morning and told them they had one night to prove themselves that they could do something extraordinary.
“I’m quite glad Heimerdinger told me to join you here,” She tells you, looping her arm through yours as you wander in the Academy’s hallways together, “I’ve missed talking with someone like you. Elora is there for me, but you… are quite interesting to converse with.”
“I take that as a compliment,” you say, gently squeezing her arm in agreement, “I’ve always wanted to talk to you, you know? Mother says I should get to know more of the Counselors but none have shown any interest in me besides you.”
“You’ll get used to it, believe me,” she sighs, stopping you slowly, turning you around with her hands on your shoulders, “Council meetings have not been this serious but now… the prospect of magic scares everyone. If Mr. Talis says he is capable, then we should only wait and see what he can do.”
“He has Viktor, they are both pretty amazing when it comes to science. I believe in them, but… let’s all hope they keep it under control and don’t hurt themselves.”
“I understand, and I hope as well—“
The loud bang cuts Mel’s words off, and you both look at each other before walking toward the source of the sound, finding Heimerdinger screaming at the boys while the two of them are… hovering.
“What’s going on?” You ask, stepping closer to the blue light surrounding the lab. Not only them but other objects are also floating around. The light comes from the stone in the middle of the room, and you realize they have successfully stabilized it.
“You did it, boys!”
“Can you stop hovering for a second?” Heimerdinger groans, shaking his head from side to side.
“I’m not sure how to do that, Professor!” Viktor speaks, floating upside down before he reaches for an object you can not see.
You turn around and look at Mel, finding her staring at Jayce with a small smile before she says her goodbyes to you and Jayce and leaves with Professor so the boys can get back on the ground peacefully.
“We need to get back down, Jayce!”
“I’m on it, just make sure you… swim to the edge so you won’t drop down on your leg!”
“Be careful!” you wait for Jayce to turn off the stone or somehow get it under control and when he does, Viktor lands on his bad leg, groaning as he tries to stand up by gripping the edge of the desk.
You run towards him, grabbing under his arms to help him on his feet. Viktor leans on you, his leg pulsing with pain while you try to lead him to the chair near you but he stops you and asks for his cane.
“I’ll be back soon,” He tells Jayce and nods after he grabs the cane from you and holds your hand in his, this time he leads you out of the room, closing the door before he pushes you against the hallway wall softly and crashes his lips to yours.
He abandons the cane on the floor and puts his hands on your waist while his lips melt into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, quickly kissing him back in a state of surprise and relief, thinking how finally you are getting what you wanted ever since you met him.
You thread your hands through his hair, tugging at the gorgeous unruly strands softly as he pushes his tongue past your lips, tasting your morning tea eagerly, humming as he squeezes you closer to him.
He breaks and gasps for air, leaving you panting and leaning back on the wall, pulling him with you so he rests his forehead on top of yours. You look at his face; amber irises covered nearly fully with his pupils, bitten lips swollen and bruised due to the feverish kiss you just shared.
“You’re so beautiful, Viktor,” you mumble, his lips only a breath away, and you finally catch him laughing, pecking your nose as you giggle.
“That was supposed to be my line,” he whispers, moving his face to your neck, ghosting his nose over the side of your shoulders, “You are a goddess, nothing compares to your beauty.”
“Sweet talker,” you gasp when he latches his lips to your neck, sucking on the thin skin until he is sure he has left a red mark, licking the tender spot before blowing a bit on it, “Fuck, Viktor—“
“I have to go, but come tonight,” he says, cupping your face in his hands, kissing you one last time before he grabs his cane, “Come to my… room. We should definitely continue this, darling.”
He leaves you panting and smiling like an idiot, while he walks inside the lab with one last smirk.
You are buzzing with excitement as you knock on Viktor’s door, fingers clutching the bag of food you brought from home to eat with him, feeding him a little since you are sure he didn’t have the time to eat anything.
“Hello, darling,” he opens the door, leaning on the door frame, pushing the door for you to walk inside, “Oh, what do you have there for me?”
“Hi, handsome,” you lean to kiss him on the lips, biting your lip when he hums and looks down at you with hazy eyes, “Dinner from the Kiramman kitchen!”
“Sounds wonderful!”
You look around his room, loving how every corner of his room represents him; a full-size bed in one corner, a huge area for studying adored with books and a lovely dark oak desk and a sort of living room with couches and table in front of them.
“I love your place!” You tell him, placing the bag on the table before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you gently to sit on the couch, “Let’s eat! I can’t do anything with an empty belly.”
“You look lovely,” he says without taking his eyes off of you, reaching to brush your arm slowly while you unpack the food, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Me too,” you stop, turning around to look at him, “It was so hard to focus on what my mother was saying while all I wanted was to be with you.”
“You have me now, darling,” he pulls you to him, and you cuddle his side, kissing his shoulder over the loose brown T-shirt he is wearing, one hand coming up to caress his chest while he plays with your hair, “How was your day?”
“Dull because I only got to kiss you once,” you rest your head on his shoulder, exhaling softly when he reaches and pulls your leg on top of his, caressing your thigh slowly, “How about you?”
“We worked on the stone a bit more, but we were so tired we kind of ditched it for tomorrow, and now my day is much better thanks to you.”
Viktor leans down and captures your lips in a delicate kiss, his fingers squeezing your thigh while you move your lips in sync with each other.
He guides you on top of him, straddling his thighs while his hands roam your back, gently moving under your shirt while you press yourself to his body more, your chest grazing his even with your shirts between them. Viktor’s fingers trail from the bottom to the top, following the path of your spine, drawing mindless shapes on your skin.
You break the kiss and lean back a little, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head, giving him better access and revealing your simple blue bra to his hungry eyes.
You can feel his excitement from beneath you, his desire growing with each second as you grind yourself down on him, sitting on top of him — minding his bad leg — so sweetly and it takes everything in him not to rip the rest of your clothes and pin you to the couch.
“Can I?” You ask, playing with the neckline of his t-shirt, letting your fingers gently caress his collarbone while you wait for his answer. He nods breathlessly and reaches to grab the bottom of the fabric, pulling it over his head, and revealing his white undershirt underneath.
“Why am I not surprised?” You giggle and drop your forehead on his, making him chuckle as well before he reaches to pull the undershirt out of his sweatpants.
“I’m always cold, I need some sort of shield for all hours of the day,” he explains, pulling the undershirt off as well and leaning back on the couch when his chest is bare. He waits with bated breath for you to say something, but when he sees how you are ogling at the newly exposed skin, his face heats up and he covers the shyness by pressing his lips to yours, gently lifting you off him so he can stand up and extend his hand to you, “You deserve more than a stupid couch, come on.”
You grab his hands and he pulls you on your feet, gently leading you to his bed while stumbling on his bad leg, and your heart sores when he turns around and holds your face in his hands.
“I’m sorry I can’t carry you to the bed.”
“Don't be sorry, I can’t carry you either,” you say and he shakes his head, laughing while he leads you to the bed, gently lying you down on the soft mattress before crawling on top of you, kissing a path from your stomach to your neck, his hands wandering over your body desperately.
“I need more, Viktor,” you gasp when he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your chest over your bra before reaching around you to unclasp it effortlessly, and you push the straps down quickly, throwing the bra somewhere in his room.
He sucks in a sharp breath when his eyes fall on your breasts, leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, flickering his tongue over the hardened bud while one of his hands goes to your other breast and squeezes it deliciously.
You spread your legs so he can settle between them comfortably, and make sure you are both on the bed by the end of your adventures. Arching your back, you push your chest further into his face, groaning when he bites down and pinches your nipple between his fingers.
Viktor hums as little whines start falling from your lips when he lets go of your boob and starts kissing the valley between your breasts, making a beeline toward your pants with soft kitten kisses. He doesn’t need to say anything to make sure you are okay with where things are going because you are already unzipping your pants and raising your hips.
Viktor smiles against your belly, pressing one last kiss before he pulls your pants off and drops them on the floor, taking his time with dragging your panties down your legs. You try to close your legs shyly but he wraps his fingers around your thighs and pushes them apart, saying a low ‘tsk tsk’ in disapproval which sends a huge wave of arousal into your core.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, kissing your naval while he caresses his thumbs over your inner thighs, “Unfortunately, I need to have a taste before I prepare you.”
He leans down and licks a stripe between your soaked folds, humming at the bittersweet taste, but he can’t stop now that he has had a taste. He dives headfirst into your aching cunt, pressing his nose into you as his tongue circles your entrance before licking his way up to your throbbing clit.
“Fuck, Vik, please—”
“Don’t beg, darling,” he says, voice muffled by your pussy, “I will give you exactly what you want.”
His fingers join his tongue’s movements, one long elegant digit prudes your entrance before he pushes it inside gently, his eyes never leaving your face as you keep your body up by your elbows and sigh loudly, throwing your head back when he closes his lips around your buzzing nerves and starts suckling on it, moving his finger in and out of your needy hole slowly.
You open your eyes to look at him, the sight between your thighs is so tantalizing that you fear it would vanish if you look away; Viktor’s hair is in every direction, and his amber orbs are solely on your face while his lips work their magic. Upon seeing your blissful face, he adds another finger inside, curling both of them inside you while he picks up the pace, needing to see you fall apart with his hands.
“So good— fuck , Vik…” You moan out his name so softly when his fingers hit your sweet spot, making you shudder and close your thighs around his head, and he takes this as his cue to keep his tongue drawing quick circles over your clit. The squelching sound of his fingers fucking your cunt draws the last straw, the knot that was forming in your core finally snapping and you gush around his digits.
“Sweetest girl, no wonder your mother keeps an eye on you,” he whispers, wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he looms over you, pulling you into a deep kiss so you can taste yourself on his lips, groaning at the contact.
“Sit on the bed, please,” you say, kissing his cheek a few times before helping him out of his sweats and gently guiding him to sit against the headboard, “You’re so handsome, Vik, I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
“I would love that,” he replies, cheeks tainted pink and it gets even worse when you bite your lip and look down between your bodies; his cock standing proudly on his lower abdomen, leaking with precum and ready to burst at any given moment.
“Tell me if your leg hurts, okay?” You say and straddle him, grabbing his cock and stroking him a few times before lining him up with your soaked cunt, holding your head as the thick head slowly breaches your walls.
“Forget about my leg,” he groans and grabs your hands and leads them to his shoulders leaning toward you a bit as you sink on him, breathing in your moans and little whines with every inch that you take inside, “C’mere, darling.”
You cup his face in your hands, pulling him in a deep kiss, sighing into each other’s mouths when you sit on him completely. Viktor claws at your waist, his tongue meeting yours in a deep passionate kiss when you start grinding on him, moving your hips front and back.
“So pretty, Miss Kiramman,” he breaks the kiss to whisper, his lips brushing against yours with each word, but what truly becomes your undoing is his honey-colored eyes that stare into your soul with a tenderness only he can manage to show to you, “I will never take you for granted, my gorgeous girl.”
“V-Viktor,” you stutter, bouncing on him faster now that you are feeling a bit more confident, his cock reaching the depths of your core and nudging all those spots that make you see stars, feeling the same knot form again, this time much faster than before, “I’m… I’m so close!”
“Then let go for me,” he puts his hand behind your head and pulls you into his arms, holding your face on his shoulder as he starts thrusting up inside you as best as he can without putting too much weight on his bad leg, hammering his cock in and out of your swollen hole.
Your orgasm seeps through your body like a warm wave of the sea, crashing into your veins softly yet steadily. You cling to Viktor, tightly wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close as you quiver on top of him, walls tightening around his girth like a vice that throws him off the edge.
He pulls out of you with haste, fingers closing around his cock and stroking himself until he finishes on your back with a loud groan of your name, his dick throbbing as he breathes in your scent.
He leans back on the headboard, pulling you down with him until you are lying down side by side with your legs intertwined, his damaged one resting on top of yours as you both caress and kiss each other, finally basking in each other’s proximity.
“I think I’m falling for you,” you say, tracing a line from his shoulder down to his chest, your eyes meeting his in a second, “Don’t look too enthusiastic, we won’t do it on my bed anytime soon.”
“I don’t think I can ever do it in your house because even imagining meeting with Cassandra Kiramman makes me anxious,” Viktor pulls you closer by his hand on your waist, kissing your forehead gently, “Not to mention I like her daughter, so that would be so awkward…”
“You like me?” You ask, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning, but failing miserably when he chuckles and nods.
“I think I’m falling for you too.”