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

Stolen Glances

The bathroom was connected to guestroom which was very comfy. There was this large basin and in front of it was a large mirror and the whole fancy setup was adjacent to the door. With a small smile plastered on my face, I slipped off my clothes in a daze. Then I lowered myself into the warm water. Ahhh... This is so nice.. With the hot water caressing my tired, salty and cold skin and muscles, I truly relaxed in a long time. As I opened the container of the body wash, his more refined scent washed over me, but I controlled my desire to inhale it while doing unspeakable things.
After a while when I reluctantly pulled myself of the bath, my teacher's aroma of spice lingering on my body, I heard his voice calling out to me. "Here's your towel and these clothes might not fit you well but -" "No, it's more than enough... Thank you Wonsik." I said peeping my head from the door and extending my arm.

Wonsik's POV

I checked for clothes in my wife's closet, but couldn't find any,- she had taken all, I mean it, all of them. A really long stay at her mother's, huh? I thought coolly, surprising myself with my indifference. I couldn't possibly give my little guest my son's clothes as she would suffocate from their toxic odour. So, with my heart filled with regret and excitement, I decided to offer her a pair of mine that I used long ago. Thinking and anticipating her blush and stutter when she will wear them, I realised I liked to torture myself too, not just her.
After calling her, she peeped out, her head tilted in that cute way that comes naturally to her and I feel myself getting tugged towards her. She's too adorable. That's why I can't stop teasing her in class... As if just remembering the fact, I reprimand myself slightly that this is someone I should take care of isn't it? She's just a kid.
All these thoughts fly out the window when I catch more than a glance of her womanly curves from her reflection in the mirror in the bathroom.

Her offered arm from which small droplets of water trickled down, made me remove my gaze and look down as I hand her the fresh towel and clothes. I hope she doesn't notice the warmth creeping into my neck even though it was only her side that I saw, but that left enough to the imagination.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding when she closes the door and sit on my bed. This was my room after all. Me and my wife had been living in different rooms since that disagreement we had more than a year ago. I started living in the guest room from then onwards. I had to sleep tonight in her room, but I believe the wishes made to be back together stopped a long time ago. I felt conflicted.