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

A Balmy Morning

My vision lazily stirs to life along with my consciousness and my nostrils are filed with scent of musky sex and her. My hand glides on the surface of the sheets to reach out to her comforting warmth. But the place where she was supposed to be is turning cold.

Panicking, I bolt upright, my eyes still adjusting to the sunlight, hurriedly scanning the room. A sharp intake of breath at the thought of the worst. But along with that breath, comes the sweet and savoury smell of pancakes and bacon. This girl... I couldn't help but let a smile form. I hastily got up with a slight spring in my step. Sounds silly for a guy in his twenties but I couldn't really remember the last time I felt this energised getting up from bed in the morning. I almost even tripped over a pair of boxers peeking out from under the bed. I picked them up and slid them on, just realising that I had been completely bare. She wouldn't really mind my indecency but I decided not to tease her especially that she's up and making breakfast.

I brush my teeth in a jiffy and wash my face, making sure not to make much noise. I stare at my reflection in the mirror; a smile fixated on my face which was glowing: a nostalgic sight. I run a hand through my dishevelled hair and notice the little red marks on my triceps, almost nearing my tattoo. I feel the marks with my fingertips; they barely hurt but will surely go away in some time, but I don't want them to. Because she was the one who held me tight last night and I was the one hanging onto her. These red patches were the embodiment of the effect she had on me and I'd gladly let her control me like a voodoo doll, willingly fulfilling her every whim. But first, I had some selfish desires of mine to fulfil too.

I prowled into the kitchen, without her knowing. She was humming a lovely romantic tune, letting out some of the lyrics in between. I almost felt bad for interrupting her 'performance' which was also accompanied by the gentle swaying of her womanly hips. She was bouncing from one foot to another and the shins & thighs of her silky bare legs jiggled slightly at each step. 'She's so adorable..., yet so sexy. And is that my shirt?' I mused, the top I wore last night looked better on her than me. And the sight called out to my male possessive nature and stroked my ego.

I took long but silent strides to her and slid my arms around her waist. I untied and nuzzled her glossy hair which had begun to smell like her, bed sheets and sex; an alluring concoct. And who was I to refuse such a tempting apple? She jumped at first, crying out softly but then instantly relaxed into my embrace, even leaning on me. "Ah, Wonshik, you surprised me!" I chuckled and removed her hair from her neck, wishing her a good morning, and leaned in to place kisses like butterflies on her neck. She sighed and wished me back, smiling. As I began to reach the slope of her shoulder, gone were the peppered pecks; I dragged my loose lips across her sensitive skin and splayed my larger hands on her ribs below her breasts and also teased her protruding hipbones. Not even realising how her back arched and pushed her butt against my crotch, she accidentally clanged the bacon-laden pan against the stove. She urged after releasing a plump bottom lip from her teeth, swatting me, "L-let me make the food to repay you for your kink-k-kindness, at least." I chuckled heartily at her tongue slip as she glared at me, her cheeks flushed. Ah, so cute and amusing. She looks away and adds in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry that I used your kitchen without your permission, and I know that this isn't really an ideal breakfast but it's all I could find." I cradle her face that wore a hopeless expression and leaned down to peck her nose and she crinkles her eyes in a cute way. 'Oh, how I wanna squish her...' She immediately transfers her attention to the pan, the tasty smell of bacon filling the air as she rushes to the table, already set in an organised manner, and serves the bacon into the two plates which already have fresh pancakes in them, beside two cups of green tea. The food looks so delicious and I instantly feel hungry, and in both ways. I walk to the table and pick up the plates, then go to the granite counter to set them down there. She walks towards the table and stops in her tracks, drying her hands on 'her' shirt. She blinks curiously and offers me a questioning glance, "You want to eat on the counter?" I just smile sweetly in reply. She shrugs, "Fine, then." And she goes to the table to pick up the two cups of tea. As soon as she turns around, I put my hands on the table of either side of her, trapping her. The poor unsuspecting girl is backed till she's sandwiched between me and the sturdy wooden table. I take the two cups from her hands and twist to reach over and put them on the counter as well.

Returning to grin at her mischievously, she blinks and blushes as I lean in to loom over her smaller form. I bend further forward to reach her face as she rushes with dark eyes, "Let's eat breakfast firs-mmph!" my lips enclose hers in a fervent way and she grasps my arms as I grab her waist. I lift her up and sit her on top of the table, she gasps as I try to gently part her legs. She presses her knees together and pulls down at the shirt, breaking the kiss and she tells me in a breathy voice, in a feeble attempt to douse the fire she had fuelled, "The food is going to get cold, Wonshik!"

"But I don't want to eat breakfast. I want to eat you."

And her face blooms like the most luscious rose, eyes wide as sparkling pearls.