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

Throes Of Passion

As we united, I felt a gentle sting which I had anticipated but it did nothing to overwhelm the feelings in my heart, but instead seemed to prove to me that this was real, he was real.
I looked at his face, staring into his deep orbs which were ever darkened with desire, his cheekbones dusted a deep crimson. His tensed eyes showed that he was trying hard to control his nether movements, as he waited for me. He always has.

Warm liquid slips from my lashes without me being aware of the action. The tears came from the pain, the pleasure, the sadness and the happiness. They came from love. I love him. As long as this feeling is mutual, I'm happy.

He is bracing himself with a strong arm. His other hand tenderly wipes my tears away and caresses my hot cheeks, as he mutters, "I'm so sorry... I hurt you." I smile reassuringly, shaking my head. I can't seem to use my voice right now so I can do only one thing, kiss him.

As he kisses me fervently, his hand does anything it can to soothe my pain. He fondles my mounds, rubbing his thumb against the peaks. I feel myself relax a bit at his ministrations; but begin to lose my mind when his big, calloused and warm hands reach my most sensitive place, and his long fingers pleasure my swollen pearl of desires. I let out a whimper.
"Oh! Wonshik!"

Wonshik's POV
Desperately rubbing the pads of my fingers against her sensitive folds, my thumb twiddled her bud. With a cry of my name she instantly relaxes her clench around my girth. A glance at her pleasured features and the instinctive movement of her hips have me deciding to move. As my primal instincts guide me slowly out of her warmth, my desires and heart scream at me to stay within her tight hotness, never wanting to let go.

As my instinct overcomes me, I slide out of her; and she exhales, her breath hot. My hips move without any thought, slamming into her, making her body and breasts jerk back at the action. A shocked moan escapes her mouth while we retain eye contact. I pull back again and thrust into her, but with a slightly more force this time, and sure enough, her moan is louder. After a few more thrusts, she begins to meet my pelvis with her own shy movements. And with time, her lust filled eyes have completely drowned me, depriving me of Oxygen; my only fuel is her.

Her glazed eyes, her bruised parted lips which I kiss crazily, her legs which wrap around my middle—her heels digging into the small of my back. Her wanton expression, her shiny brows which adorably furrow with confusion at her newfound pleasure; the long and elegant curve of her neck along which I drag my lips and tongue often. Her firm grasp on my larger and rougher hand as I pin her to the constantly rocking and creaking bed. Her silky hair which lies spread around her intelligent but now muddled head. The feel of her thin fingers twisted in my hair near the nape of my neck, the nails of which sometimes scratch my back in an electrifying way, and sometimes hold onto my shoulders when I kiss and inhale the place below her ears where she smells delicious. I nibble and run my tongue along the rim of her soft round ear and whisper sweet nothings all the while. 'I love you...', 'You're so beautiful.. ' 'You are amazing', 'Don't let go.. Hold on,.. Let me love you, please.'   And each time, her moans get louder- a distorted version of  my name and her hold, both nether and her limbs; get tighter.

She can't speak; I don't let her as I thrust harder, faster. She cries out. Because deep down I am still afraid, afraid of her answer, afraid of the world and its morals. Afraid of the ugly truth.

But I push those thoughts away in a lost corner of my mind and consciousness. For I will believe in my heart, my feelings, my love, our love, her touch, her warmth, and her.

I will believe in this beautiful lie.