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The plan was simple. Extraordinarily so.
Before anything else, Viktor was a scientist, and so were you: obsessed with discovery, with knowledge, with learning. That was the one way ticket into his heart. That was how you were going to make him fall for you.
For as long as you could remember being in the academy, you liked Viktor. A lot. Well, just saying you liked him would be an understatement; you liked the way his hands carefully stroked his inventions, the way his golden eyes curved in focus, the way dimples would form around his smiling lips when he'd success. You liked everything about him. Unfortunately, you happened to be the second lab assistant who'd fallen for the gentle Zaunian. Sky Young, bless her, had pitifully tried to court him to no avail. But your working theory was that was because she hadn't used the right technique.
Confident in your scheme, you pushed the door of the laboratory open. A thin, lithe figure sat down at the far end of the room, fidgeting with bolts and screws as a more tan, muscular one rested on his work desk.
"Hey beautiful," Jayce whistled at your entrance. You threw him a sly look as you approached. "Viktor didn't tell me he kept beauties like this to himself here ! Had I known, I'd visit more often..!" He playfully elbowed his collegue who barely grunted in response, never looking away from his work. That was fine; it was all part of the plan.
You took off your coat and slightly unbuttoned your shirt, letting your skirt ride a little higher than usual. "Dont you have somewhere more important to be counselor?" you smiled at the younger man. "We simple people of science wouldn't want to take the precious time of someone of your stature."
"Ha !" Jayce laughed. "You may not remember this, but I was an academician here before being a man of power."
He jumped off Viktors desk, letting his hand slightly caress your shoulder. "But I remember my way around a lab. Maybe we could", his eye drifted down to your cleavage, "*talk* about Piltover's scientific future around a bottle of wine tonight ?"
You gently slapped his hand away. "I have a lot of work to do here for Piltover to have a scientific future. Now, would you excuse us ?"
Jayce shrugged his shoulders in playful defeat and headed towards the door, hands in his pockets. But his reaction to you proved one thing: your appearance was enough to distract a man. Step one would be a success.
You turned your head back to Viktor; he hadn't moved an inch during your banter with Jayce. He most likely hadn't even heard any of it. You smiled fondly; that was very much on brand for him. You sat down on your work chair and moved it next to his, startling him.
"Oh !" he said with a look of genuine surprise. "I hadn't heard you come in." His gaze fell on your open blouse so quickly before coming back up that you could have almost missed it. *Bingo*. "Hot today, isnt it ?"
"Indeed. And I didnt want to bother your research." you smiled. "Where are we at with the mechanical arm ? You've been working on the chamber for the core, right ?" His amber eyes sparkled in excitement.
"Well you see, I've been working on the schematics of it last night, and I've realized…"
You relished the passion is his gestures, the emotion is his face as he went on about your current project. A wave of a smooth, fluffy feeling flooded your stomach and you drifted into the calming lull of his voice, as the two of you settled in for a day of hard work.
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"Well, I'm gonna call it a night."
You lazely got up, stretching, letting your skirt show more of your ample thighs. Viktor' gaze lingered on them for a second too long for you not to notice.
"I'll stay in the lab tonight. I want to finish the prototype by the end of the week."
You felt a smile tug on your lips. Step 2 was now in motion.
"Actually, I have a contact from another science academy abroad who just sent me really interesting papers they've been drafting about our hextech. Theories of potential uses, if you will."
Viktor's head snapped. "Really ? Foreign hextech research ..? How interesting… would you mind bringing those documents by the lab tommorow ? I would love to have a look."
"Well" you begun, twirling a piece of hair around your finger. "You could…look at them tonight."
Viktor's eyes bore into yours. "Truly ? How ?"
"You could simply come over, study them overnight."
At that, he looked away, a look of uncertainty and perhaps even embarrassment on his face.
"I-I dont think that would be extremely proper. I'm your direct supervisor, it would be… unsightly to have me visit your home at this hour, albeit for a good purpose."
"Oh…" you sighed, making a show of innocently fluttering your lashes. "I just thought you might find it as interesting as I did… I did not take you for a man to back down from opportunity for the sake of maintaining appearances."
A thin smile tugged at Viktors lips. You got him. "You would be right, I am not." He grabbed his crutch with a hand, placing it under his arm and slowly getting up. "Fine. I'll accompany you tonight, if you'll have me. For the sake of our work."
You grinned.
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"Well," Viktor said the second he passed the doorstep, "where are those documents you've teased me with ?"
"I'll bring them in a minute," you answered, "Let me just bring you something to drink."
"Oh, I hardly think that is necessary-" he choked out before a strong cough interrupted him.
"Why, yes, I think it is necessary, *Viktor*," you let his name roll off your tongue sweetly. "You wouldnt be much help for research if you died of dehydration before even reading the first page, would you ? The walk here was a little tenuous."
Before he could protest, you swiftly went in your room, closing the door. You heard a moment of silence before the sound of the crutch being set down and the man sitting down in your living room. Just as planned. Now, for the hard part.
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"What am I doing here ?" Viktor thought, sitting on his assistant's couch. He had let his excitement for unknown, new research get the better of him. Had it not been for those papers he would never have let himself walk into his assistant's appartment.
His gorgeous, full figured assistant. His smart, always smiling, devious assistant who tormented him with how close yet how far she was to him. He was not so obvious as to not notice your interest in him. Part of him wondered if your change in wardrobe today could have all been part of an elaborate scheme to seduce him; but you wouldnt be so cunning, would you ..? In any case, he could not let himself fall into the desire you created in him. What could he offer to a partner but a few months of life together but apart, locked away in a lab for his research until his inevitable demise?
You interrupted his train of thought as you came back in the room with stacks of papers in one hand, and two flutes of champagne in the other. He felt his right eye twitch. You had opened another button of your shirt, leaving almost nothing to the inventor's already running imagination. Pink lace rested delicately against your skin as he felt the horrible urge to rip it apart and devour the flesh underneath. The academy's uniform skirt had been pushed up to heights Heimerdinger had surely never intended for it to reach, and as you sat next to him he caught the slightest glimpse of the color of your underwear.
"Whatever you're thinking, stop it" he cursed at his own brain, steadying his body rigidly. Meanwhile, you huddled closer, handing him a glass.
"Jayce once let it slip that you like this peculiar vintage. Is that true… Viktor ?"
Curse you, curse you and the honey sweet way your voice would caress his name like a prayer. Another cough escaped him. "Yes, I suppose I do."
You took a sip of the wine, letting your tongue sensually trace the edge of the glass, and he gulped, imagining the feeling of it on his own skin.
"Now, I believe it's time for some work." he let out with difficulty.
"Yes," you replied in a sing song voice, "I do suppose it is."
To his relief, you simply placed the documents in front of him before sitting back down. Maybe he'd been wrong about your intentions tonight, maybe it had all been nothing but an innocent study session. He cursed at himself for thinking such lewd things about you. Absentmindly, he grabbed the first few pages, looking over at the graphics and sketches they bore.
"Incredible, so many conjectures on a technology they do not even possess ?"
"It seems your work is globally inspiring" you smiled. "Now I think you'll find this one peculiarly interesting…"
You rose back up, only to place yourself directly between Viktor and the papers to point out the diagram. "Ah, my mistake, you mustn't see much like this."
And like it was the most naturally thing in the world, you sat on his lap.
"Y-you you can't- what are you-" he spluttered.
"See how they added carbon steel to the design? I think it would be more cost efficient for general use" you kept going, as if you hadn't just made everything in his head implode. Years of study had *not* prepared him for this situation. "I think it would be beneficial to consider aluminium alloys as well, if we -"
"Wait, wait" Viktor stopped you. "Wait. I need a moment."
You looked back at him, and shifted your body the opposite way so your chest would be against his. You looked at him an answer, but none came to his blank mind. A strangled sound came out of his lips when you firmly straddled his lap. "I'm all ears, *professor*" you replied innocently.
Viktor took a deep breath, trying to appease the redness he knew covered his entire face. "What…are you attempting to achieve here ?"
You cocked your head. "Achieve ? Whatever do you mean ?"
"This !" he said with frustration, gesturing wildly at your body on his. "What are you trying to do with this ?"
He coughed, and a small silence fell in the room. For the first time, Viktor caught a glimpse of worry in your eye.
"I…" you started softly "think you're brilliant Viktor. I think you'll help the world in ways none of us can even begin to fathom. I think you'll change how humanity defines itself with nothing but your work."
He opened his mouth to talk, but you cut him off before he could.
"And I think, that in order to do that, you need to fully understand humanity first. All its ups and downs. All its pains," you said, working your finger along his mechanical spine under his vest, "and all its pleasures too."
"What are you… suggesting ?" he asked, uncertain. "I want to help. I want to help you understand all of it. I want to be your assistant." you said, lowering your mouth against his neck. "Let me help you."
Viktor swallowed what felt like a ball of steel nails before answering in a shaky voice: "A-and all in the pursuit of science ?"
"Of course."
You moved one of his hands over the curve of your ass, letting it hover just above. His fingers twitched.
"You…must see how this is a bad idea. I-I quite seriously doubt that professor Heimerdinger would accept such an…unorthodox method of learning…"
One of his fingers hesitantly touched the fabric of your skirt, moving to your thigh.
"And…" he said, avoid your gaze. "I do not think you should be with a man such as I. There are many in the academy who could care for you," he sighed, looking at his cane, "better than I ever could. You should not get so involved with me."
You let out a short, almost saddened laugh, startling him. Had he said something wrong ? "I'm a little hurt you would think that way. I dont want anyone else in the academy. I want you, Viktor." And with that, you paved the distance between his lips and yours and you kissed him.
For a long moment, an eternity perhaps, his mind was nothing but void. Then, suddenly feeling your tongue try to work itself in his mouth, he answered your passion, pressing his own lips against yours and letting you in. *This...* was a mistake. A big one. But maybe he could keep making it for just a few more seconds…
You pulled away from him, letting him catch his breath and look at you. Your face looked gorgeous, cheeks reddened, a trail of saliva falling down your lips onto your chin, dripping down on your breast. If he died now, he thought, at least he would have gotten to see you like this.
"As for it being a little unorthodox," you kept going like nothing happened, "well, I believe a certain man in the academy once told me that discovery should not be stopped by the preconceived, restritive notions of society."
Viktor couldnt stop a chuckle from escaping him : "I did say that, didnt I?"
You smiled fondly at him. He felt his resolution crumble.
"You'll regret this. You'll regret trying to know me."
"I wont."
He looked into your eyes, finding nothing but determination and an adoration for him he couldnt begin to understand.
"Are you… truly only doing this for my learning benefit ?"
"Maybe not." you replied. "But I know its the only way you'll accept to do anything other than working at the lab"
"You might be right on that." he chuckled. He paused for a moment, before "Fine" he finally said, sounding more resolute than he actually was. "I'll throw caution to the wind for tonight. Show me what I've been missing of humanity."
Like on cue, you slid off him, falling on your knees between his thighs.
"Of course, professor."
He sighed with pleasure as you stroke his inner leg, getting close to his already hardened cock.
"Do you like it when I call you that ? "Professor" ?"
His breath hitched when you tugged at the elastic of his waistband and let it snap back against his bare skin.
"Yes…"
"You dont know how many times I've wanted this."
You delicately peeled off his pants, revealing the thin, stretched linen of his boxers, barely able to contain his member.
"Oh." you simply said. "O-oh, wow I-"
"Dont look at it like that," he furiously blushed, using a hand to vaguely hide it. "Is it abnormal? Defective ? Repulsive ? "
"Its none of those things Viktor." You replied, pushing his hand away letting your lips kiss him through the fabric. He let out a low hiss, cursing under his breath.
"Its just…very big. Impressively so. Hasn't Jayce made any comments about it in the men's bathrooms ?"
He looked at you in bewilderment: "What do you think goes on in the men's-"
Before he could finish, you fully pushed down his briefs and placed your full mouth on him. Slowly, at first, little kisses and licks that made him whimper, and progressively deeper and faster.
"A-ah, I-!"
He let out a pleasured moan as his hand instinctively grabbed your head for support. Without even realizing, he forcefully pumped his hips into you with surprising force, accidentally making you choke.
"O-oh I'm so sorry, I-I didnt mean…"
He worridly gestured for you to move off him, but you refused, sucking on his cock even harder and making him growl. You kept going got a few more seconds before pulling off: "Viktor," you said, the both of you entirely out of breath. "Dont worry about me. Tonight, I'm your experiment. So study me," you moved your lips back against his hard cock. "Use me…professor."
"Ah" he thought, "fuck." And then he did not think again.
Viktor grabbed the hair at the back of your head, shoving your warm mouth onto his cock. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as he pushed against your throat, but the fervant look they bore told him he did not need to stop. He set out a casual rythm at first, than a stronger one, using you as nothing more than an object. Sometimes his force would seem to leave him, so you'd only work on him harder to compensate.
"Y-you have no i-idea what you've done to me..."
He caressed your head and you whimpered, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through him.
"The ah- way you've been walking around all day in the lab, with those- those garments you were almost popping out off- Is that what you imagined all day? Me destroying your throat ? Like this ?"
You tried to make what seemed like a sound of agreement before he pumped back in you again with renewed power, choking out any answer you might have had. Glancing at your face, full of tear tracks and nothing but an incomprehensible unconditional love for a scrawny, crippled inventor, he felt his release coming. He let go of your head to leave you some space.
"I'm- you should- I'm gonna cum-"
Instead of pulling off like he expected, you kept sucking with a newly found hardor, tracing the thick veins of his cock with your tongue and pumping whatever you couldnt fit in with your hand. That, and the sight of you subtly moving your hips in tandem with his, was his undoing. He came with your name on his tongue, mind gone, seeing stars.
He when came to, it was to a vision of you, saliva and cum dripping out of your mouth, blouse torn and hair dishevelled. Yet he thought you never looked as beautiful as you did in that single moment. A string of coughing interrupted the moment and you looked up at him in worry, which he dismissed with a tired, satisfied smile.
"Salty" you said to him, "but not overly so. Somehow a little sweet too. Warmer than expected."
Still slightly dazed, he asked "What are you talking about ?"
"The experiment," you replied, licking the last of his cum off your lips. "I do hope you've learned something here, professor."
A moment passed before he laughed.
"Well, I guess this trial was successful. How about you show me the next step ?"