Grimm imagines, one shots...

13. Nick x wesen!Reader •°• naufragous ∆SMUT∆

Title: naufragous

Ship: Nick x f!Wesen!reader

Pronouns: Female for reader

Triggers: Smut, not really anything excessive, doggie style I guess could be one

Characters: f!Wesen!reader , Nick Burkhardt

Wordcount: 1466

a/n: it's been a year, kill me.

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The rain hit the windows at a constantly inconsistent rhythm, the lightning illuminating the room in periodic flashes as you moved towards the door to find out who would be banging against it in this weather.

You unlocked the door, edging it open but with recognition you swung it open to reveal the man blanketed softly in the porch light, no matter the lighting his features always lit up favourably.

You frowned slightly, ignoring your beating heart as you stared at the Grimm for a few moments, unsure. It was late, far beyond a casual call as he took a step forward. His hand cupped your neck, a few droplets from his adventures through the weather trailing down your back as he pulled you closer, pressing your lips against his firmly before pulling away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke, keeping your body close to his with his hand resting on your hip, foreheads pressed together.

"I had to see you." He spoke in a hushed voice which had your eyes trailing up to meet his in question but it wasn't one that was going to be answered it seemed as he pressed his lips to yours once more, pushing you further into the house as his foot kicked the door shut behind him, only stopping once your back hit the wall.

He pulled away slightly, regarding you with an almost predatory gaze which had been the only reason you had started with this game. It was unconventional, even wrong to some but having the one thing your kind feared the most fucking you like a man possessed had been euphoric, addicting just as you had become addicting to his senses.

It had begun to shift however, you wondered about him and why he had come tonight, skipping the casualness in which you would lead him to your door every time you'd accidentally bump into him and finding yourself going out more in hopes that you'd find him. This was shifting into something else and you both knew it, though you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he looked at you like that. Where you had once fought for the lead, you submitted to his every wish. You know you'd be rewarded for the decision.

"The things I wanna do to you.." Nick bit into his lip as his hands travelled to your shirt, popping open the buttons with quick success and popping open the button of your jeans, pulling them down with him as he sank down to his knees, glancing up at you as he slowly pulled your underwear down your legs, a shiver running through your body as he did.

His hands travelled up and down your thigh a few times before he placed his tongue to where you wanted his attention, pulling your legs a bit apart so his tongue could delve further.

Your head fell back against the wall, eyes shutting momentarily as the sensation washed over you, hand running through his hair as his tongue slid through your folds, breath becoming bated and hips softly rocking into him which he didn't seem to mind judging by the grip he had on your backside and how he was pulling you towards him.

Your movements became more urgent as your release beckoned to which he responded by abruptly pulling away, a whine leaving your lips as you pushed your hips firmly back against the wall. He got up from his kneeling position and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, a smirk splayed on his lips. "Not yet, sweetheart." He murmured as he pulled his shirt overhead.