Damn....amazing!

Damn....amazing!

Play It As It Lays

[taehyung x reader] [1.5k smut: mirror sex, creampie, unprotected sex, virgin kink??, really just porn with a lil bit of plot; Taehyung is a famous Cellist who was hired to tutor OC.

Just a self-indulgent fic.

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People said to never meet your heroes.

You'll be let down, they say.

But you would beg to differ.

And beg, you do.

With your bodies sitting naked on the couch, Taehyung has you facing the mirror and the sight of your petite frame slotted between his bulging naked thighs shoots up your arousal. Your perfectly intertwined limbs could inspire a whole series of shunga artwork.

Calloused hands grip each of your knees and push them wider apart before a hand returns to cup your dripping sex.

"Please," you whine. The words that fell from your swollen lips were almost incomprehensible because of how breathy and timid it sounded.

But that was just one of Kim Taehyung's effect.

The man lives up to his reputation in the Classical music industry—charisma just as alluring as people described and his presence calls for attention, not because he, himself, demands it, rather there is something lingering in his aura that just lures and pulls you into him. And when he looks at you, it's a mixed feeling of intimidation and desire to keep his eyes on you.

And to you, it makes you want to defy him. You itch to see if you can crack that calm and stoic demeanor of his.

Taehyung only hums in response to your plea and you feel his chest rumble on your back. It's close to an hour and yet all he did with his finger was tease you. Everything he has done was all build-up, never the climax.

"You're so delicate." His lips graze your ear as he whispers to you. His body is so close, you hear the wet smacking of his tongue inside his mouth as he speaks. He dips his fingers inside your pussy as he presses his thumb on your numb, leaving you shuddering in pleasure. "And so sensitive. My pretty virgin," he tsks. "You're making a mess, darling."

You mumble out a half-hearted apology to which he snorts at. You struggle to keep your tears at bay. Frustration and defeat are obviously written on your face. If only you knew how to touch yourself, you would've done the job yourself. But no. You can play with yourself all you want, but you've never experienced an orgasm. And none of what Taehyung does to your body now matches the pleasure when you touch yourself.

And so, you remain at his mercy.

It was torture to be teased, but the way Taehyung's arm muscle clenches and your body twitches has your attention stuck to the mirror. It was as if his hand was a bow and your body held the strings that create the most beautiful melodies. His right hand pushes in and out of you in timed intervals and his left hand grips your neck, arms across your body to hold you close to his. It was oh-so-intimate.

But of course, this was also a way for Taehyung to restrain you.

"Take it," he lectured when your body thrashed around from sensitivity. "The pleasure is tenfold if you endure it. Just like playing the cello—a sublime piece is achieved from laborious and seemingly endless revisions. So, take it."

The growing warmth between you has you both sweating—the smell of sex in the air grows potent by the minute, pushing you further into your shared haze.

You don't mind that all Taehyung does is play with your body. He can do whatever he wants to you for all you care. But you also have this feral need to learn about his body—play with his cock and grip it as tight as you hold your instrument in place between your thighs. You want to hear the sounds he makes as you play with his body. He has been hearing you chant his name with moans and sighs in different pitches; it's his turn to sing.

You focus on Taehyung's hand disappearing and reappearing from your cunt. The velvet couch that carries your bodies is vandalized with your slick and his precum. His hands are truly just as skilled in playing the cello as it is in flitting around your body. You can almost taste it again—your sweet peak.

But you can't come like this. Not yet.

Your hand halts Taehyung's movement, tongue darting to wet your lips, "Stop," you stutter. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raising in question. And so, with your senses still muffled with lust, you try your best to answer clearly, "Wanna cum on your cock."

You don't wait for his reply. But then again, you weren't asking for permission. Your legs wobbled as you switched positions—you're now kneeling on the floor with his thick dick right on your face. You gulp at Taehyung's size but also swallow the pooling drool in your mouth.

You ought to thank your parents for hiring Taehyung to give you private lessons. Albeit this isn't the lesson they had in mind, you personally think this is better.

Without wasting another second, your hand grips his base and you run your warm tongue from his balls to his slit. The man above you throws his head back as air is expelled from his pretty lips. He leans his body backward, arms propping him up and sets his eyes on you. "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"

You only respond with a smirk; smug eyes refusing to look away as you make a big show of swallowing his tip like a lollipop.

You're halfway there, you encourage yourself. You want to see the moment you break him.

Mimicking a move you watched on porn, you wet your hands with your slick before returning your hold on Taehyung's dick. With one hand stroking him up and down, your other hand caresses his balls within your palms like two marbles.

Taehyung curses. You were sin incarnated.

Determined to get more from him, you push your head closer to his crotch, deep-throating his cock. Unexpected and unprepared, Taehyung makes a guttural wail; his arm shoots up to hold you by your hair and his body reflexively sits up and pushes his cock at another deep angle inside your mouth which pulls another moan from the man.

You fight the urge to gag, and your eyes start to flood with tears. You could only claw at Taehyung's thighs. Taehyung was quick to gather his wits and then chuckled at your state. His hand on your hair moves to cup your face before smudging your mascara as he wipes your tears before they fall.

"Come up," he instructs as he pulls his cock from your mouth. A plop is heard, and a string of your saliva mixed with his precum lingers from your lips. Taehyung's hands take control of your hips—his bruising hold guides you to sink down to his cock until you take all of him.

With a satisfied groan, Taehyung gently guides your head to level your sight with the full-length mirror and holds you in place. "Take a look at yourself. You look as heavenly as you sound," his voice in your ear is so soft and saccharine, you believe him. "And see how well you take me like a good girl," he praises, the tone switching to a little bit strained as you clench your pussy. His hand goes back to your hips to help you ride his cock. The minimal movement gives you both pleasurable tugs, you can't help but moan.

Taehyung is a tight fit, and you fight through the initial discomfort as you move your hips. With his thighs now caged between your own, you momentarily bend down to kiss his knees. Your action has him throwing his head back once again.

Deciding that you've adjusted to his cock, Taehyung bounces your hips on his cock. The sight of your arousal creaming around his crotch has him salivating. But as much as he wants to lick you clean, he also needs a release. It's a miracle he lasted almost more than an hour.

You plant your feet on the ground and start moving at your own pace. Each slam of your ass on his thighs reverberated in the room as if cheering you on as you bounced faster and harder on his cock.

Shivers trickled down your spine as Taehyung laid kisses on your back. As he reaches your neck, he sucks on the soft flesh to claim you, mark you—so you remember this night which will be the first of many. He promises.

You grab and tug at his hair to pull him toward your puckered lips and he obliges. The echoing sound in the room is no longer just your skin slapping but the smacking sound of your lips as you breathe each other in.

"Sir, I'm close," you stutter out between kisses amidst overwhelming pleasure. Taehyung meets your thrusts halfway. And as your pace increases, so does the frequency of the moans of the man behind you.

With a powered thrust, your body trembles as you climax. Taehyung follows not long after—your pussy spasming around his dick has him shooting up his cum inside you as he wraps you in his arms.

People who warned you to never meet your heroes, clearly never had the privilege of meeting Kim Taehyung.

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Inspired by the jins kitchen show! Hope you enjoy!

25 days of Bacalar (Drabble)

KTH x Reader (Y/N) Drabble Idol themed | KTH is Filming in Bacalar for Jinnys Kitchen and meets Mexican Native Y/N. Fluff, feelings, and the start of a sexy, smutty scene... I am definitely going to do part two for my own enjoyment, but I would love to hear if you want me to write more. :) ___________________________________________________ “Tae, I-I (moaning), I–(heavy breathing) think we—(moaning) should stop–”, I felt breathless as he pulled away from my neck. I knew I needed to be honest with myself and honest with him. My heart ached, and heat radiated between my legs. My body was desperate for his touch, and my heart ached because my mind knew we needed to stop. The look in his eyes as he peered into mine was one of lust and wonder.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? I—”

“No. Tae you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, I love, I (nervous), I love kissing you to be honest..I uh, um…sorry I feel embarrassed…”. He instantly placed his palm to my cheek as I felt myself blush. I hated how vulnerable I felt and shy. 

“Y/N, trust me I love kissing you, I- I didn’t want to stop…”. His eyes fell to my lips. It was becoming way too hard to control myself. I needed to just rip the band aid off and say how I felt. 

“I don’t want to stop kissing you but I need to stop.” I felt this hand drop from my cheek the warmth leaving with his hand and a look of sadness flicked in his eyes.

“I’m scared to tell you but I have to say it, I need to say it…”, 

“Ok,”. a sigh escaped his beautiful mouth, his eyes gentle and set on mine.

“Tae, I—wooo, this is hard. (pause. sigh.) I love every moment we have spent together, and right now, I love kissing you, your touch feels soooo good and…and… I want more…of you… of us…but…”, I felt the tears start to swell in my eyes. Fuck, I didn’t want to cry. I imagine I must look crazy, why is my heart like this? I felt his fingers entwined with mine underneath the water. 

“But, you see, um… I don’t give of myself easily annnnd… I feel like you..like you have ripped me open in ways no one has in just a short amount of time. And when I open, it's like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and….. I alllllways jump all in and its sooo fucking hard for me to get out once I jump in. It’s so hard that I’ve only allowed it once. It hurt so fucking bad when it was over. It was too hard for me to…to get out…Tae…your make me feel  fucking reckless… I love too hard, too deep. I can’t be reckless. I know I’m probably not making any sense and maybe I'm rambling.” I felt his grip tighten in between our fingers, his eyes still locked with mine as his free hand gently swiped at my tears sliding down my cheeks. I leaned into his touch unconsciously. Fuck. Im hopeless , I thought to myself letting out a sigh.

“I’m listening. I know you're nervous, but keep going I want to hear it all”, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I can’t with you you know that”, I chuck more tears streaming down my cheeks. A smile pulls slightly at his lips. 

“Why?” He asks as he destroys my resolve by kissing my tear stained cheeks pulling away as quickly as his lips touch.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m sorry I—”, I crash my lips into his silencing him as my tonge pierces between his lips, he opens allowing me to explore him once again. We kiss tongs battle for dominance, moans falling from our mouths until we are forced to part from one another for air.

“Your too fucking perfect. I almost can’t stand it.” I bite my lip turning away from him giving us physical space before I dove into him again knowing I’d snap my last thread holding me together.

“Y/N… I don’t understand…please…help me…out here…” , he said softly and sincerely. 

“Tae. Fuck you make me feel like I’m on fire, like im being consuming by you and honestly I want more….I want you Tae. I can’t help but want to be around you …kiss you….and…I want to jump all in, and I can't. You know this better than anyone. I can’t, I shouldn't. I’m the one who loses the most here.” After the baring of my soul, the slight trembling of my body and the retreat of his hand holding mine, came the deafening silence. His body withdrew from me and his gaze turned towards the water. I turned away from him as well. I felt naked and exposed. The truth really does hurt. I felt such a relief to tell him how I felt but also it was devastating, it was finite. I had spent the most incredible moments of my 28 years of life over the last 25 days with the most beautiful, sexy, sweet and caring man I had ever ment. He had wrecked me in so many ways and today was the first day we had ever even kissed. I’m not sure how much time passed in the silence but I couldn’t take it a second longer. My thoughts were racing in my mind. Thoughts of just throwing all caution to the wind, abandoning my attempt to protect my heart just burying myself in this moment with him. Choosing my recklessness, Surrendering my mind, body and soul to him. My other thoughts, “run”, get as far as away as possible. Finally my body was able to move, I stood up out of the water, reaching for my pool towel.

“I think I’m going to go ahead and take a shower and get dressed. Take your time.” I step out of the pool without taking one glance at him, wrapping up my body and what was left of my heart and soul. 

(.....silence….)

I walked inside and straight to my room tears spilling from my eyes down my chin, I hadn’t even jumped all in yet. I knew I was saving myself the heartbreak of my life. I entered my bathroom and stripped down to nothing, turning the hot water on, I mean I wanted to melt away after all. I step in letting the warm stream over my body warm the ache in my body. And that's when I heard it, the sound of the door opening, the sound of the mental shower rung from the shower curtain scruffing against the shower rode slowly. I could feel how hyper alert my body was, my skin prickling, heart radiating heat between my legs. Just the thought of the idea that he was standing inches from me wearing absolutely nothing had my heart pounding in my chest my cunt lips swelling, and my breath shallow. What was he doing in here with me? Clearly he had rejected me at the pool with his silence. 

And that's when I felt it. His dick hard pressed  against my ass checks, his lips at the shell of my right ear, his hands cupping my hardened nippled breast. I gasped at his searing touch.

“I want you to be reckless. I want you to jump all in. I want you to let me consume all of you.” his words, his breath feathering against my ear, my body melting into him, my back pressed firmly into his chest. His lips moved down my ear over my exposed neck, licking and sucking his way down my collar bone as I continued to be putty in his hands. I couldn't help but the moans pour out of my mouth. 

“(sucking and licking) I fucking want you so bad, (moaning and sucking) please y/n let me have you.” he lets go of my breast spinning me around to face him grabbing the back of my head smashing our mouths together as our tonges battle for sensually dominance. My hands respond by lacing one hand in his hair the other swinging round his neck drawing him close to me. I grutterl moan escapes me the second I feel the tip of his harden dick rub against my swollen wet lips aching between my legs. I feel his free hand cup and squeeze my ass pressing my lips harder against his dick.

“I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you. Fuck.” his voice deep and sultry, his hips thrusting against my bare hot wet lips. His mouth sucked deeply and harshly into my neck leaving me bruises that would be on display for days. 

“You make me crazy, Y/N. Please. Be reckless with me.” felt his hand release my ass and slide in between us below the waist. I throw my head back as his fingers swipe slowly over my wet lips. 

“Y/N…oh my god, please, let me have you.” It was over, the plea, the beg in his voice. I’d let him hurt me, break my spirit over and over again.  His fingers teased my lips, edge me by just barely going in. His mouth again on mine moaning deeply into me. 

“Will you let me hurt you as badly as you’ll hurt me?” my heart quaked in my chest. 

“Because, no matter what, we chose it’s going to hurt.”. He was right. 

25 days of Bacalar (Drabble)

KTH x Reader (Y/N) Drabble Idol themed | KTH is Filming in Bacalar for Jinnys Kitchen and meets Mexican Native Y/N. Fluff, feelings, and the start of a sexy, smutty scene... I am definitely going to do part two for my own enjoyment, but I would love to hear if you want me to write more. :) ___________________________________________________ “Tae, I-I (moaning), I–(heavy breathing) think we—(moaning) should stop–”, I felt breathless as he pulled away from my neck. I knew I needed to be honest with myself and honest with him. My heart ached, and heat radiated between my legs. My body was desperate for his touch, and my heart ached because my mind knew we needed to stop. The look in his eyes as he peered into mine was one of lust and wonder.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? I—”

“No. Tae you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, I love, I (nervous), I love kissing you to be honest..I uh, um…sorry I feel embarrassed…”. He instantly placed his palm to my cheek as I felt myself blush. I hated how vulnerable I felt and shy. 

“Y/N, trust me I love kissing you, I- I didn’t want to stop…”. His eyes fell to my lips. It was becoming way too hard to control myself. I needed to just rip the band aid off and say how I felt. 

“I don’t want to stop kissing you but I need to stop.” I felt this hand drop from my cheek the warmth leaving with his hand and a look of sadness flicked in his eyes.

“I’m scared to tell you but I have to say it, I need to say it…”, 

“Ok,”. a sigh escaped his beautiful mouth, his eyes gentle and set on mine.

“Tae, I—wooo, this is hard. (pause. sigh.) I love every moment we have spent together, and right now, I love kissing you, your touch feels soooo good and…and… I want more…of you… of us…but…”, I felt the tears start to swell in my eyes. Fuck, I didn’t want to cry. I imagine I must look crazy, why is my heart like this? I felt his fingers entwined with mine underneath the water. 

“But, you see, um… I don’t give of myself easily annnnd… I feel like you..like you have ripped me open in ways no one has in just a short amount of time. And when I open, it's like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and….. I alllllways jump all in and its sooo fucking hard for me to get out once I jump in. It’s so hard that I’ve only allowed it once. It hurt so fucking bad when it was over. It was too hard for me to…to get out…Tae…your make me feel  fucking reckless… I love too hard, too deep. I can’t be reckless. I know I’m probably not making any sense and maybe I'm rambling.” I felt his grip tighten in between our fingers, his eyes still locked with mine as his free hand gently swiped at my tears sliding down my cheeks. I leaned into his touch unconsciously. Fuck. Im hopeless , I thought to myself letting out a sigh.

“I’m listening. I know you're nervous, but keep going I want to hear it all”, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I can’t with you you know that”, I chuck more tears streaming down my cheeks. A smile pulls slightly at his lips. 

“Why?” He asks as he destroys my resolve by kissing my tear stained cheeks pulling away as quickly as his lips touch.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m sorry I—”, I crash my lips into his silencing him as my tonge pierces between his lips, he opens allowing me to explore him once again. We kiss tongs battle for dominance, moans falling from our mouths until we are forced to part from one another for air.

“Your too fucking perfect. I almost can’t stand it.” I bite my lip turning away from him giving us physical space before I dove into him again knowing I’d snap my last thread holding me together.

“Y/N… I don’t understand…please…help me…out here…” , he said softly and sincerely. 

“Tae. Fuck you make me feel like I’m on fire, like im being consuming by you and honestly I want more….I want you Tae. I can’t help but want to be around you …kiss you….and…I want to jump all in, and I can't. You know this better than anyone. I can’t, I shouldn't. I’m the one who loses the most here.” After the baring of my soul, the slight trembling of my body and the retreat of his hand holding mine, came the deafening silence. His body withdrew from me and his gaze turned towards the water. I turned away from him as well. I felt naked and exposed. The truth really does hurt. I felt such a relief to tell him how I felt but also it was devastating, it was finite. I had spent the most incredible moments of my 28 years of life over the last 25 days with the most beautiful, sexy, sweet and caring man I had ever ment. He had wrecked me in so many ways and today was the first day we had ever even kissed. I’m not sure how much time passed in the silence but I couldn’t take it a second longer. My thoughts were racing in my mind. Thoughts of just throwing all caution to the wind, abandoning my attempt to protect my heart just burying myself in this moment with him. Choosing my recklessness, Surrendering my mind, body and soul to him. My other thoughts, “run”, get as far as away as possible. Finally my body was able to move, I stood up out of the water, reaching for my pool towel.

“I think I’m going to go ahead and take a shower and get dressed. Take your time.” I step out of the pool without taking one glance at him, wrapping up my body and what was left of my heart and soul. 

(.....silence….)

I walked inside and straight to my room tears spilling from my eyes down my chin, I hadn’t even jumped all in yet. I knew I was saving myself the heartbreak of my life. I entered my bathroom and stripped down to nothing, turning the hot water on, I mean I wanted to melt away after all. I step in letting the warm stream over my body warm the ache in my body. And that's when I heard it, the sound of the door opening, the sound of the mental shower rung from the shower curtain scruffing against the shower rode slowly. I could feel how hyper alert my body was, my skin prickling, heart radiating heat between my legs. Just the thought of the idea that he was standing inches from me wearing absolutely nothing had my heart pounding in my chest my cunt lips swelling, and my breath shallow. What was he doing in here with me? Clearly he had rejected me at the pool with his silence. 

And that's when I felt it. His dick hard pressed  against my ass checks, his lips at the shell of my right ear, his hands cupping my hardened nippled breast. I gasped at his searing touch.

“I want you to be reckless. I want you to jump all in. I want you to let me consume all of you.” his words, his breath feathering against my ear, my body melting into him, my back pressed firmly into his chest. His lips moved down my ear over my exposed neck, licking and sucking his way down my collar bone as I continued to be putty in his hands. I couldn't help but the moans pour out of my mouth. 

“(sucking and licking) I fucking want you so bad, (moaning and sucking) please y/n let me have you.” he lets go of my breast spinning me around to face him grabbing the back of my head smashing our mouths together as our tonges battle for sensually dominance. My hands respond by lacing one hand in his hair the other swinging round his neck drawing him close to me. I grutterl moan escapes me the second I feel the tip of his harden dick rub against my swollen wet lips aching between my legs. I feel his free hand cup and squeeze my ass pressing my lips harder against his dick.

“I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you. Fuck.” his voice deep and sultry, his hips thrusting against my bare hot wet lips. His mouth sucked deeply and harshly into my neck leaving me bruises that would be on display for days. 

“You make me crazy, Y/N. Please. Be reckless with me.” felt his hand release my ass and slide in between us below the waist. I throw my head back as his fingers swipe slowly over my wet lips. 

“Y/N…oh my god, please, let me have you.” It was over, the plea, the beg in his voice. I’d let him hurt me, break my spirit over and over again.  His fingers teased my lips, edge me by just barely going in. His mouth again on mine moaning deeply into me. 

“Will you let me hurt you as badly as you’ll hurt me?” my heart quaked in my chest. 

“Because, no matter what, we chose it’s going to hurt.”. He was right. 

mind blown!

these three words are undeniably connected. for @outroindigo ♡

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I cant get enough of this song and him!

peak comedy

KTH/ reader AU wolves/werewolves fanfic , strong female lead, romance, aventure, fantasía #angst #smut #18+

The First Ones: The Pact - The Healer

Chapter One & Teaser:

Teaser

I was terrified and could feel my body trembling as I neared the door. My heart was beating so fiercely I thought it would burst in my chest. I could feel the bumps on my arms and the hairs rising. Every cell in my body screamed for me not to take one step closer, my feet dragging feeling as if they were tied to boulders. Yet even among all the terror and fear building inside me I raised my hand to open the door as if I was driven by some unknown force, forcing me to walk into an unknown danger. What’s wrong with me, I thought as I gulped, pulling the busted door open painfully slow. It was dim in the room as I opened the door wider and wider, inch by inch until it was fully open and the light of dusk poured in leaving the far back corner untouched and still dark. I descend the stairs slowly stepping to the bottom. 

And there in the dark corner, I saw the unknown danger, crouching; its faint silhouette, a familiar shape. I gasped at the unusual sound of a hiss and snarl, my body jerking in startlement, fear nearly taking over all my senses. My body and brain was a cluster fuck of fear, curiosity and bewilderment caught between two choices; advancing low and slow towards the familiar shaped silhouette or bolting out of the root cellar as fast as possible, hoping and pray I was the one that could run faster. Another oddly sounding aggressive snarl ripping through the brief silence, it was a sound I had never heard before but could resemble snarling and hissing. I imagined we both calculated our next moves during that silence. Decisions made, I advance slowly with my eyes never leaving the shadowed corner desperately wanting to see more until I fall backwards landing hard onto the stone floor, my lungs heaving in my chest. The figure stalking over top of me within seconds. His face inches from mine, teeth baring, strange growls and deeper snarls. His eyes lock with mine, filled with what I can only assume is rage. His arms cage me at shoulder level.  Him, His, He, the familiar shape, a man. An angry, dangerous man, my thoughts flooding my mind. I was paralyzed by fear and emboldened by an irrational curiosity. So many questions. How did he even get in here? Why is he making nearly inhuman animalistic sounds? Why is he in my root cellar? Is he going to kill me? Why is he….oh..naked?

My eyes flicker to his chest and then his waist darting back up to lock with his threatening gaze. Yup definitely naked. And covered in mud and something else that I couldn’t make out. He continues to bare his teeth growling at me, my instincts kick in or what I believe to be my instincts and I turn my head to the side providing him with the most vulnerable access to my neck. I try my best to steady my breath, slowing it down in order to regulate my pulse to manifest a sense of peace and calm or some version of calm. I tried to imagine a babbling creak in the woods with the sun peeking through. I tensed as I felt the heat of his nose and mouth at my throat, alternating between sniffing and deep inhales as he nuzzled into my neck. Breath just breath nice and slow, I tell myself trying to fight against my body’s natural fight, flight, freeze response. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly clenching my fits together as his hot wet tongue licks a strip from the base of my neck to just below my ear lobe, terrifyingly slow. 

Is he going to eat me or fuck me, or fuck me then eat me? I fight my body’s attempt to shudder at the vulgar painfully valid questions racing through my mind. I feel something wet drip over my arm that's trapped under his body. And then again more wet drops on my chest followed by a constant drip rhythm. He is bleeding. It’s blood that I saw on his body mixed with mud. He’s injured, I think to myself as he continued smelling me and licking me moving down my collar bone. Maybe he’ll bleed to death before he gets to fucking kill me, I wonder with hope just as his body collapses on top of mine. His head falling between my neck and chest I let out a sigh of relief as I rolled his body off of mine to take a real look at him for the first time. I could not help but gasp as my hand covered my mouth in surprise. Here at my side laid the most fucking  beautiful, naked, mudded, injury, odd man, I’d ever seen in my life. He was a stunning mess. I finally tore my eyes from his face and raked them down the rest of his body attempting not to gawk at his lower region.  I guess I should have some type of decency, towards this beautiful man who tried to attack me or lick me, or whatever it was, I shuddered thinking about what had happened just moments ago.  I flinched seeing the deep gash on his shoulder. Is that a gunshot wound, I wondered to myself? What did he do? Who did this to him? Maybe a lovers affair? Or did he take something that was not his?  

My curiosity is in overdrive as I stand and start rummaging through the cellar until I find some cloth. I place the cloth over his wound and spring up the stairs doing what I do best, finding solutions to problems. After collecting everything I needed to harness the door pulley to a makeshift stretcher, I put my plan into action. I cover the strange handsome, naked, wounded man who licked me like a predator with a bed cover. I had to repeat everything I exprienced like a mantra hoping it would snap some fucking basic self preservation common sense into my body. But nope. I grunted as I pulled and shoved his body on the stretcher, for having such a lean and lithe body he was fucking heavy, he felt like a ton of rocks, no more like boulders. I used all my strength and body weight to pull him up the stairs using the pulley and out of the root cellar. I then dragged him inch by inch to my front door and into my living room. What the fuck am I actually doing right now, I asked myself after I collapsed onto my living room chair. I know nothing about this strange man, who did nothing to indicate to me that he was no threat. In reality all his actions indicated he was dangerous. How reckless can I be? I live alone in the middle of the woods with no neighbor in sight for 3 to 4 miles and at least a 30 minute walk and maybe 15 on horseback. As for protection I had my fathers shotgun with about 20 shots, my brother's pistol with another 10 bullets, a hunting arrow I was barely learning how to use, cooking and shaving knives and a mean right hook. I guess as long as I wasn’t caught off guard like I was in the root cellar, I guess I’d be ok. Wait, as important as my safety was, I had a gunshot victim on my living room floor who may not have done anything wrong, just maybe at the wrong place at the wrong time and I planned to save him and ask questions later. It was my duty as a Healer in training. It was the helper in me taking the lead. 

Over the next few hours I busied myself tending to this strange, wounded, animalistic man. I quickly cleaned the area around the wound and used my healer herbs paste on the wound on both sides wrapping him as best I could as he slept, he was out cold. I was certain he needed stitches but was fearful he would wake up while I was stitching him. The bandage and herbs would help for now and should help with any pain or infection. He was even more striking as I gently cleaned the rest of his body with a sponge careful not to wake him up as there was definitely a lingering ever present rational fear of what he might do to me or rather what he will do to me when he wakes. I cleaned as much of him as I could ensuring to leave the blanket on his private parts. He can do those if he wants when he wakes up. I am absolutely no saint and couldn't not help observing every inch of his exposed skin as I washed him. His shoulders, chest, arms, and thighs were taunt and well defined, his skin a tan sun kissed wheat color likened to the wheat grown in my neighbors fields. His stomach is firm but soft, different from the rest of his body. His face is what leaves me nearly breathless as I wipe away the soot and dried blood. His lips pink, pillowy, shapely and slightly down turned at the edges almost as if it was a faint frown or pout, very charming, very attractive, very kissable. For fuck sake, why does my mind work as that of a hormone raging sex obssessed 16 year old just at the sight of this strange man face rather than the 24 year old that I am. His eyes are almond shaped liken to the people I had only heard about from the asian regions, how did he get so far north I wondered, not that it was unheard of; hell how did my family get so far north as we were from the far warm southern west regions of the world. His hair although messy and in need of washing I could tell it was a jet black color. Why the fuck was he as breath taking as he was terrifing. It truly was a mind fuck for me. Over the next several hours, I watched over him preparing us both a quick meal of bread and soup. We were well into fall and the harshness of winter was near so the nights were cold but not freezing yet.

I startled at the sound of his grunts and growls, my rolling pin gripped at my side as I neared his jerking body just in case I needed to defend myself. I just wanted protection and did not want to kill him. Oh, he was having a nightmare, I pitied him. I carefully patted his forehead with a damp cloth to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated. I hoped the sweat was from his nightmare and not the beginning signs of a fever even though his skin seemed to have a normal temperature. I reached to press the cloth against his neck when I felt my back slam against the floor, my legs sprawled out, hand with the cloth painfully pinned to the floor at the wrist next to my head. My spare hand is pinned by a tight grip on my wrist and down against my waist to the floor. Here we go again, I just might die today, I think to myself.

Fuck me, I didn’t even have a chance to react it happen so fast. My breath was caught in my throat by a mixture of fear and curiosity. My eyes locked with his deep brown orbs that swirled with hints of yellowish amber color that flashed as if it were ocean waves rippling with color. His eyes were as memorizing as they were terrifying. His chest was heaving, I forced my body to go limp and did what seemed to work before, I turned away from him again offering my throat coaxing myself to calm my breathing. I focused on my breath, feeling my heartbeat slowing down only to quicken at the feel once again of his nose and hot mouth pressed against my neck rubbing and sniffing against me. Again and again as if he was scenting me like a dog would another dog. As if he was trying to figure me out. Once again fighting my body's natural response as his tongue licks a slow fat wet strip against my neck. I could feel his breathing steady and feel his mouth pull away from my neck, his hands releasing my wrist as he sat up right still straddling my hips just gazing down at me, my eye's turning to lock with his once more. 

Now what. What do I do now? Note: I would love any constructive criticism, thoughts, or questions. Hope you enjoy the teaser/ Chapter ONE!