#tutorviktutorviktutorvik

[falloutjuli]

Big thank you to the godly Arcane Discord Server for starting the idea initially and also for the continuous motivation. My first actual post on this blog and it's this. Feels good man. Stay tuned for an explicit Viktor x Councillor!Reader

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Arcane - Tutor!Viktor x Reader (NSFW-ish) 

Did these equations really matter? Not at all.

You understood them well. You knew the answer to every single one. And yet you didn't write them down. The reason for that walked around the room, eyeing other students papers.

 You looked at the clock above the room door. Ten minutes left. The rhythmic noise of your pen hitting your paper and his steps in combination with the sound of his cane hitting the floor rang in your ears. Your eyes never left him as he made his way back to the front of the room, where you were seated. He stopped at the right of your table, and you knew he was disappointed like always. 

"You didn't write anything down again." 

You couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. "I'm sorry Viktor. I don't seem to understand it."

He sighed. Bending down, his fingers traced over your paper. "But we talked about this last time." "I know. But I seem to have forgotten."

He didn't believe you. He never did.

He explained again. He always did.

But you didnt listen. He was close enough that you could smell him and his intoxicating smell invaded your nostrils, making your mind run wild. Vivid images flashes before your eyes.

Imagines of you on your knees, of you bend over his desk, of him, doing unspeakable things to you. You thought of him in ways inappropriate for the situation you were in. He is your tutor after all.

You wanted his hand to touch yours again, like last week when you both reached for the same pen. The feeling of his soft skin against yours? Heavenly.

"Did you listen?" He sounded annoyed and you felt almost sorry for making him explain it again and again. "Of course." His eyes sharpened and he leaned in closer to you. 

"Stop lying."

A shiver ran down your spine, the somewhat sharp tone in that sentence mixed with that hot accent of his made you long for him.

Class ended. The ten minutes pass by quickly if you keep thinking about your tutor in inappropriate ways. "Y/N please wait." He called out to you, as you were about to leave the room. You were always the last to leave, taking your sweet time to pack your things just to stare at him longingly for a little while longer.

"Yes?" You asked sweetly and closed the door turning around to face him. His amber eyes examined you from top to bottom and you wished you could see what he thought.

"I know you understand every single thing. You know very well what Heimerdinger is teaching and yet you come here to get tutored, pretending to not know anything. Why?"

So he figured you out completely. He had to eventually. He was a genius after all. A low chuckle escaped your lips.

With quick steps, leaving him barley time to react you got up to him, getting a little too close to comfort in his humble opinion. You licked your lips teasingly slow before you spoke.

"Well... It's you."

A faint shade of red appeared on his cheeks as his eyes wandered from yours down to your lips and back up.

"M-Me?" The stuttering was new. He normally never did that. He was a composed man, someone who barely lost composure and yet here he was, a blushing and flustered mess because you finally told him why you came here every week. Only because of him. You were a top student. There was simply no need to be tutored.

But you played dumb so he'd talk to you. Explain to you. Played dumb so he'd lean down, get all close and you could just take in his intoxicating scent that had your mind run wild with all sorts of dirty and inappropriate thoughts. 

"Yes you. Don't tell me you had no idea. You're a genius Viktor. One that surely must have figured out that all I wanted was to get on my knees for you, worship you."

  He just blinked a couple of times, while his face grew redder and redder. He resembled a tomatoes by now. He averted his eyes, well he tried. He tried looking up and yet his amber eyes always came back down to sneak a quick glance at you.

Viktor didn't move. He made no move to get himself out of the situation. He didn't tell you to stop. So with confidence in your step you got even closer. Your hands now resting on his chest you could feel his beating heart and by god, it was beating fast. His eyes still flickering between you and a suddenly very interesting seeming spot on the ceiling he leaned further onto the desk he leaned against.

 As the kiss got more and more heated, meaning that your tongues by now danced around each other, his hands teasingly slow wandered up.

It was a desperate attempt at trying to get away. But if he ready wanted to get away then surely, he would have done so already. Your hands slowly, carefully but also determinedly made their way upwards. Over his quickly heaving chest, up to his delicately looking neck and finally their destination, his sharp jaw. You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you as you closed in. He didn't pull away. His eyes now flickering between your own eyes and your lips.

 He wanted it.

  The feeling of his thin lips on your felt heavenly, and made your knees weak. If you didn't use him as a support you surely would have collapsed. It simply had been a craving of yours for so long. And now it was here. A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his hands on your body. They were dangerously close to your ass, and played with the hem of your skirt that barely reached your mid thigh. It did pay off that you pulled it that high, since he obviously appreciated it.

Your own hands? Buried deep in his soft brown hair and to your surprise, he seemed to enjoy it when it was pulled. But for now you were content with just blundering through it. When his hands finally landed on your ass, kneading it like it was dough, you rewarded him with a pleasured and rather loud moan directly against his lips.

"Fuck I want you." You breathed hoarsely against his lips and you felt him tremble.

A sudden knock on the door made you unglue and you quickly fixed your skirt as you took a few steps away from Viktor. The door opened to reveal Heimerdinger.

"Oh hello! Y/N, a pleasure to see you." He greated you, as his eyes landed on the disheveled looking Viktor. You simply smiled, putting up an innocent facade. "I just wanted to talk to Viktor about how his tutor sessions come along. What a surprise to see you here." You knew he wondered why you were here. 

"It's just I had some trouble with some difficult equations. So I seeked our extra help in the form of Viktors sessions. He's real good at what he's doing." Viktor looked like he was about to combust, knowing fully well that you were talking ambiguously. The tone told everything. Well it didn't to Heimerdinger, who looked pleased.

"I'm happy to hear then. Glad to see you're making sure that you understand everything. You're a really well-behaved and determined student." 

The sly smile you shot Viktor made him almost collapse. Heimerdinger was oblivious to how much you tortured the genius. "Well, if you excuse me Professor Heimerdinger, I think I best get going now. See you next week Viktor!" You waved at him, skipping happily past the two brilliant minds.

"Viktor, what happened to your hair?" You smiled knowing that was you. Next time you'd make sure to mark that pretty neck of his. Before you opened the door, you quickly checked the situation. Heimerdinger had his back turned to you and Viktor was just blushing mess. His arms frantically covered he front of his body, to be more specific, he desperately tried to hide the throbbing effect you had left on him. Biting your lip you contemplated.

  Finally his eyes landed to you and in a quick motion, you struck out our tongue and lifted your skirt, showing him what he would now be missing out on. Sure you still had your underwear on, you made a mental note to skip on that next week, but you still saw his eye widen as his hand gripped the desk harder.

With a playful expression you waved, opened the door and slipped through it.

Next week would be fun.