Sweet Stranger (RazorXReader)

TWO

You woke up to the sound of thunder. The rumbles of rain entered your consciousness when you opened your eyes.

What is this place?

You look around for a while before realizing something. You were inside a wolf's den. Tree roots make up the wall as you sat over a pile of blankets on top of the hard dirt. The odd thing was, there was light in the den.

It was a bit spacious, could properly accommodate two to three people inside the burrow. The weird light was glowing yellow as you realized it was a captured geo crystal-fly caught in a small lantern attached to the tree root above.

You eyed the dirt path inclining to the small opening of the den that was covered by vines when the leaves suddenly parted.

A crouching boy entered your view. He was dripping wet but looked unbothered by that fact.

When he realized you were awake, he didn't hesitate to go to your side, holding out a bunch of plants from his hand.

"Cures hurt," He pointed to the wound behind your neck.

You didn't listen to him though, your were shamelessly staring at him. His eyes had a soft worried look when he handed the plants over to you.

"Lupical saved stranger from hilichurl," He continued, drying himself before sitting beside you in the mess of blankets.

When you realized you were staring at him, you blushed bright red.

"Uh- Y-yes. Lupical?" You confusedly asked.

"I, Razor. Lupical, family," He pointed out your missunderstanding.

Ah, then this boy's name is Razor. As for lupical meaning family, does that mean his family are the wolves?

Suddenly you remembered the scene where the wolves were around Razor who was carrying you at that time. They did seem to treat this boy as if he were a part of their pack.

You shook your head before letting out a little laugh. Just because you were too stubborn for a few more small lamp grass flowers, you ran into a group of hilichurls and was saved by the wolves and a boy in Wolvendom.

That was a lot to process, not to mention the stinging wound on your neck.

You unconsciously gripped onto the herbs in your hands, not knowing what to do with it as the pain grew.

Razor noticed your discomfort. The wolf boy held onto your arms softly before angling you to the side. Your back was now turned towards him.

"No worry," He said in soft whisps as his breath touched the wound on your back.

Without a warning, Razor licked your bloody wound.

"Wha- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You jumped from your seat but he held you tight to the ground.

You turned your face to him, blushing red like a tomato as he tilted his head innocently.

"Help stranger's hurt," He nonchalantly said.

You stared at him for a few minutes before giving up. Right, he was probably raised by wolves. Common sense was not in his dictionary.

You sighed helplessly as you let him lick clean your wound. His tounge sometimes grazed bits of your uninjured neck, giving you a tingling feeling.

"Plants?" He asked after licking you clean.

You gave him the herbs and he did not hesitate to chew on a few different plants before placing the paste of herbs on your wounds.

After finishing, he ripped apart a little cloth from the blanket mess and wrapped the cloth over the wounds.

You sat there letting him take care of you silently. He seems to be knowledgable in curing wounds. Must be hard for a boy living in the wild with only wolves to survive. You wondered where he learned first aid from.

You should properly thank him for saving your life and treating you. With the storm outside you also had nowhere to go accept Razor's little wolf den.

You turned around to face the boy properly, "Thank yo-!!!"

Razor licked your cheeks.

"WHAT! WHAT WAS THAT FOR? AGAIN!" You burst.

"Human taste sweet," He whimpered at your scowl.

Wait no, why does he have to act like a cute puppy. You massaged your temples to calm yourself down.

And why did he have to say that you tasted sweet. You couldn't help but feel bashful at his actions and remarks. And you couldn't possibly see yourself getting angry at your saviour who currently resembled a lost puppy.

"Hah, do I really taste sweet?" You sighed.

Razor nodded. "Very sweet."

Razor inched closer to you and licked a spot under your jaw.

"Like sweet flower," He continued to lick your neck. When he got to a sensitive spot on your skin you flinched.

Razor reacted by pulling away and asking worriedly if you were alright.

"I'm fine," You managed to say with a flushed face. Actually, with him licking your neck, the action brought your thoughts away from the painful wound pestering your back.

Razor smiled sweetly before going back to licking you. Right at the sensitive spot, he started to suck a little bit which made you react.

"Mhmm," You reached out for his hand.

"Hurt?"

"No, no. It feels good," You couldn't keep eye contact with him.

Razor continued his adventure on your skin. He started to kiss rather than lick you as he placed small marks all over your collarbone.

"Very sweet," Razor suddenly said with a low growl.

He reached for you carefully and pulled you into his lap. You closed your eyes shut, scared to where the scene was progressing but nothing happened.

Razor buried his face in your chest, inhaling your scent as his arms locked around your waist. He looked calm and happy, like a baby in his mother's bosom.

A smile reached your lips, letting you hands wander to his messy silver hair. You smoothed his hair down to which he happily received.

If he were a real wolf, the boy would have his tail waging from your touch.

"Razor," You called for him.

The boy looked up to you, still had half of his face buried in your chest with eyes twinkling as he watched you.

You pushed strands of silver hair away from his forehead and gave him a little peck.

"Thank you for saving me and taking care of me," You smiled.

Razor stilled at the first touch of your lips on his skin. The place you left your mark sent tingles through his body. He wondered if you felt the same when he devoured the sweetness of your skin with his mouth before.

"Are you alright?" You asked the silent Razor.

The boy snapped out of his thoughts and laid you down on the messy pile of blankets. He tucked you in, making sure to keep the wound safe.

"Razor, hunt. Sweet stranger, sleep." He told you softly.

You nodded in reply, letting your tired self take over and fall into slumber.