Professor Ravi !? (Reader Insert!) 18+ Smut

I'm Yours... Don't Worry

Wonshik is a wild sea during the thunderstorm. His hand never leaves my body, every inch of me is being traced by him. Even my heart and soul. The sight of his thickness sliding in and out of me is almost enough to make me curse. But I can't say anything, and I don't want to. It seems like if I utter a sentence, this spell will be broken. I don't want that, I don't want to wake up from this dream.

But his heat, his touch, his eyes –they all feel too real.
"Ah..hn!"the vibrations of his chest against my breasts as he grunts my name, pull me back to reality.

The space between my thighs is null and throbbing. I can feel myself grasping his length so tightly that I can memorise its every crevice and bulging vein. My back is rubbing back and forth on the sheets, pulling them out of place. My heaving body is jeered and jiggled at every passionate thrust.

The pleasure is too great and unlike anything I've ever felt before, that I throw my head back. He kisses and nips at the sensitive skin of my neck, licking the parts that make me go crazy. I put my hand at the back of his head and earlier coldness in my palm is gone along with my breath.

The only sounds to grace my ears are his heavy breathing, his grunts and groans, the slapping and the lewd wet squelch of our bodies becoming one.
The scent of his salty sweat and spicy musk is penetrating my nostrils, burning and etching him into my memory.
The addictive taste of his mouth and lips, and the tang of his perspiration still lingers on my tongue.

The soft shins of my shivering legs sweeping across his muscular thighs and settling on his fit waist, crossing my ankles. His defined hip bones filling the wet hollow on the inside of my thighs which hug his hips. He hits deeper inside of my core, groaning out in his guttural voice, almost growling. I moan out loudly, flinching at the intensity of pleasure.

His thrusts get more manic and rapid than before, and the creaking of the bed is added to the symphony of our ecstatic cries. It feels so good, like all my nerves are set ablaze by his burning passion and ardent thrusts which my heart and body tries hard to meet and recuperate from. My neck arches for the umpteenth time that stormy night.

Wonshik slides his strong forearm under my nape and gently caresses my hair with that hand. And I mindlessly wonder how he is capable of such gentleness in this heated fervour. I strengthen my hold on his broad muscled shoulder. My drunken gaze trails from the elegant tattoo on his collarbone to his eyes. He has been looking at me all this while. Finally. My chest tightens as does my grasp around his throbbing length. I am unable to look away from his carbon stare and my cheeks have never felt so hot. His aristocratic nose almost nudging mine, his laboured heavy breaths fanning my face, getting mingled with my own.

My nether lips are suddenly quivering, my body convulsing and pulsating with pleasure. It feels like I'm reaching out to him for much needed satisfaction and I'm so desperate. I see a mirrored expression on his visage. His handsome features scrunched up in concentration while he slams into me in an erratic fashion.
I cry out in euphoria at each of his messily met surges. The wet sounds of our haphazard joining are more prominent and I feel the wetness pooled at our convergence, shamelessly. But I'm well beyond caring for things like decorous behaviour. I just want him. I want Kim Wonshik. I love Kim Wonshik. And I can't take it all anymore. "Wonshik, I - I'm going to - ah!" And he kisses and mutters against my bruised lips, "Hn, M-Me too.." He lays his high forehead beside my muddled head, shaky lips ghosting on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His hips smack against mine with rushed desperation and then, I feel it.

My mouth in an 'o', an intense tingling from my scalp to my toes, my vision white stars, my back arched- ribs rubbing his. The persistent yet satiating pleasure pulsing in my veins. My nether lips are extra sensitive yet relaxed.
Just as I'm about to come down from my high, a unique warmth is welcomed deep inside me, He's so hard and his hips jerk releasing more of himself into me. And I've never felt so unreasonably happy. His expression is what really impacts me: his droopy eyes shut tight, his sleek eyebrows knitted together, his cheeks flushed in a vulnerable way, a loud growl vibrating his being, breath escaping in grunts. His marvelous muscles flex at each release.
His thrusts slow down to a halt and his arms wobble and he gently lays along the length of my sated body, breathing hard, careful not to put all of his weight. But I love the pressure of him on me; that he is still there, he didn't leave me. That he is real and not a figment of my imagination, from my trip to Shangri-la. He was, in fact, my companion to see the stars.
He languidly removes himself from inside me and I whimper, feeling cold & empty where he had been. He rolled off of me, my head still on his forearm. He bends it and I tumble into his healing embrace.
He is so tired but he still tugs the covers over us and then his long fingers are grasping my chin, tilting my head towards him. He cranes his neck and brushes his lips on my forehead, and my heart flutters at the affectionate action. I cup his strong jaw and kiss his lips, smiling softly, genuinely. He whispers my name,
"I will always love you..."
"Me too... Forever. I love you Wonshik."
He smiles delightfully and pulls me to him by my waist and hugs me till we close our eyes. Till we both fall asleep, happy, naked and together...

I only love you.