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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick craves you more than ever after he gets infected.

don’t repost my work anywhere x (reblogs are fine, of course)

Warnings: smut, mentions of smut, swearing, nick being possessive, pre transformation nick, nick being a proper ass, kissing, nick going down on you, fingering, oral (f receiving), spitting (if you squint), over stimulation

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The dead body that was floating in the pool had you stepping back into your boyfriend of eight months. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you buried your face, your hands fisting his bloodied shirt. Nick holds your waist with one hand while his other presses against the back of your neck.

Unbeknownst to you, while Kaitlyn, Abigail, Dylan and Ryan stared in horror at the body, Nick turned away from it and nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You and Nick have held each other like this many times before, so you didn’t think much of it.

Then he started growling in an animalistic way. You lifted your head, your face now inches from his. “Nick?” You trail off, your eyes squinting in confusion at his heavy breathing. “Are you okay?”

He just inhaled again, his eyes closing as he gripped onto you tighter. “You smell so good,”

“What?” You ask and attempt to step away from him but he pulls you closer. “What are you doing?”

Kaitlyn looked over at the two of you, confusion lacing her features. “You alright there, buddy?” She asks as she steps closer to you. “Maybe dial it back a bit, hm?”

Nick growled once more, lifting his head from your hair to glare at her. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn,” he said, his voice low and his accent less prominent. He leaned back down to you, his hold on you becoming alarmingly tight. “I want to taste you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you reached down to grip his forearm. How could he possibly be in the mood right now?

“Hey, Nick,” Dylan tried his luck and gently grabbed your arm in an attempt to pull you away.

Nick suddenly pulled you into his side and grabbed Dylan’s wrist, glaring at him. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your remaining hand off,” his voice was full of anger and you could only assume that he was acting this way due to the attack he endured earlier that night.

The threat made Dylan’s eyes widened as he pulled free from Nick and stepped away. Nick continued to give him a death stare, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Feeling like you were the only person who would be able to get through to him at this point, you reach up and firmly grab Nick’s face, turning his head so he is looking at you. His expression was still angry and you feared that you may be taking your life in your own hands, but you chose to believe that the Nick you knew would never hurt you. He proved that earlier when he pushed you out of the way of the rather large thing that would’ve taken a bite out of you, and instead got its large teeth impaled into his shoulder.

You scolded him the entire way back to the campfire, Nick putting almost all his weight onto you as he stumbled over everything. You continuously asked why he did it and called him an idiot multiple times. He just smiled weakly at you, blood smearing his face and neck and mumbled “Worth it,”

Looking at him now, you wanted to believe that the Nick who saved you was the same Nick that was squinting his eyes angrily at you. You press your thumbs into his soft yet bloody skin and try to ignore the small ounce of fear you felt and stood up on your toes to press your lips to his.

The kiss turned heated extremely quickly and Nick wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing down against you so you were back on flat feet. You pulled away before things turned too hot and heavy for a time like this and grabbed his hands. “I’m going to take him back to the cabin to lay down,” you say as Nick hovers over you, his craving for you now intensified by the feeling of your lips on his.

Dylan and Ryan both nodded in agreement, surprised that a simple kiss was enough to calm him down, and you led Nick back to the cabin that he had just finished packing up this morning. He followed closely behind you, his hands slipping from yours and landing on your waist.

You opened the cabin door, hearing the lock click from behind you, thanks to Nick. You turned to look up at him, seeing him already looking down at you, his brown eyes even darker. He inches closer to you and you allow it, not knowing what was running through his head. He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, sliding it down until it reaches the top of his jeans. “Nick-”

“I need you,” he says, his voice full of lust. “I need to touch you.”

“Nick,” you say again. “We can’t. You’re hurt and it’s not a good time.”

“I don’t give a shit about me,” he says and you can hear the anger beginning to seep into his voice again. “Don’t you love me?”

Your brows furrowed and you slipped your fingers in the waistline of his pants, gripping the material. “Of course, I do,” you whisper. “You’re the only guy I have ever loved, you know that.”

Nick exhaled sharply, his hands coming down to hold your waist. “Let me taste you,” he had gone from aggressive and cold to desperate and whiny. “Please.” He slowly kneeled and pressed his nose against the fabric of your shirt, moving his head so it drags a portion of it up and exposes your stomach to him.

You run your hand through his hair and almost immediately he presses his lips to your exposed skin, dragging his lips and creating wet trails along the smoothness of your stomach.

You were already starting to give in, but the neediness in his voice was making your knees wobble. You and Nick had had sex many, many times before this but you’ve only ever seen him this needy when it was your first time having sex. Nick had liked you for months at that point and you were dating for a month and a half before you let him get intimate with you. Granted, Nick always got needy when he hadn’t seen you in a while, but you’ve been with him all day.

“I need you, baby,” he mumbled and you gripped his shoulders, tugging him up so your lips could meet his. He kissed you back with such force that it would have knocked you off your feet had his hands not been holding your waist. His lips moved against yours quickly and audibly as he backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the dresser.

Nick moved his hands to the sides of your thighs and lifted you up and onto the surface, returning them to your waist once you were seated. His grip on you was tight, his nails nearly digging into your skin.

This wasn’t something you had planned - was not even close to how you thought your night would go - but if this is what would make Nick feel better, then you were more than happy to give yourself to him.

Nick, on the other hand, planned on getting you off any way he could. He couldn’t explain it, but the second he saw Dylan touch you, something inside of him set on fire. He was always the jealous type, but never one to threaten his friends. He couldn’t help it. The thought of someone else’s hands on you, even in the totally innocent and harmless way Dylan touched you, had him seeing red.

“Tell me you want this,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands moving down to unbutton your jean shorts. “Tell me you want me.”

He needed to hear you say that you were his, and that you always would be.

“I want you,” you breathed out as Nick lifted you slightly to rid you from your shorts. Your hands tug at his hair as his lips suck dark marks all over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you as his own. “I only ever want you. I love you so much.”

Nick gives you a boyish grin, his eyes laced with something you’ve never seen before. He lifts you up again and gently tosses you down onto the bed a few feet away. He’s back on you immediately, his hands moving down to hook your bare legs around his waist. Your hands find his hair again as he presses his lips against yours, his jean covered front slowly grinding into your thinly covered crotch.

You break away from the kiss as a moan escapes you, Nick’s lips trailing down your neck to your chest and finally to the exposed skin above your underwear. He slowly hooks his fingers through the fabric and tugs it down your legs, dropping the black underwear beside the bed.

You blindly reach down to tug on one of his hands, holding it tightly as Nick begins placing kisses, among other things, to your inner thighs. He was kissing you everywhere but the place where you needed him, despite his insatiable want for you. He craved you, more than he ever had, and he craved the taste of you.

But, even in his fucked up, infected state, he needed to know that you were sure. “Do you want this?” He asked, his voice low with lust.

“Yes,” you replied instantly, pushing his hand down to where you desperately needed it. “Don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, sucking a mark onto the patch of skin right above your heat. “I’ve been wanting you all night. I want you forever.” The possessive tone from earlier was back and it turned you on to no end. Your moan at his words alone should be enough of a give away.

The thought of a forever with Nick had your heart racing. Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Nick finally leaned down and licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue pressing against you firmly. Instantly, you moaned, your back arching in response to him.

“My needy girl,” he muttered, closing his lips around the bundle of nerves that rested above your folds. Your hand tugged his hair harshly and you were surprised to hear the growl he let out at the feeling.

You wouldn’t last long, you never did when it came to his lips on you, that much you knew. The way he was touching you and talking to you, it was only a matter of time. Still, you tried to hold off as best you could.

Nick wasn’t letting up, either. He sucked on you like it was the last thing he’d ever do and your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes rolling back and moans spewing from your permanently open mouth.

He let go of your clit with a pop before moving down to lick your opening, spreading your folds apart and inserting his tongue into you. It was what you both had been waiting for and your moans flew from your mouth quicker, gripping his hair even tighter.

Nick pulled away from you, using his finger to keep the pressure that left with his mouth. His middle and pointer fingers slipped in you, reaching an impressive depth that had you seeing stars.

Your eyes were closed so you couldn’t see the smirk Nick wore and the glint of your juices shining on his chin and lips. You also didn’t see the quick flash of yellow in his normally brown eyes as his tongue poked out to lick your taste as best as it could. “You always taste so fucking good,” he moaned out, your thighs shuddering from his dirty words. His fingers continued to slide in and out of you, the digits coated in your wetness. “Always so good for me. I love you, love your taste.”

It took him less than a second to slip his fingers out of you and before you knew it, his mouth was back on you, his tongue deeper than the previous time as his fingers created a temporary crevice for it.

Your eyes shot open for a second in surprise before squeezing shut again, your hand reaching for his. He wraps one of his arms around one of your thighs and allows you to take the other, sliding it up your chest and onto your clothed breast. His fingers fondled your nipple as best as it could through the fabric, feeling the nub harden at his touch.

He moaned out at how responsive you always were for him, and the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” you whimpered, taking his hand off your chest to interlace your fingers, gripping his hand tightly.

He hummed against you, lifting his head to press a kiss to your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, your sounds doing a number on him. “So fucking perfect. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped out. “I’m all yours.”

“Yeah you are,” he muttered before spitting on your folds, watching as it slowly ran down your slit. “You were mine from the second I saw you.”

Nick returned his lips to your heat, licking up his spit before slipping his tongue back in you. You felt as if you were seeing a whole new side of him. He was never one to be so possessive over something, let alone over you. Sure, he got annoyed when he witnessed some guy flirting with you, but he never got to the point where he got so worked up over a simple touch on the arm by a close friend.

You could feel yourself creeping closer to that glorious edge and somehow Nick could sense it. His tongue sped up, penetrating you quicker than it ever had before, and your eyes once again shut as the pressure building up was pushing you closer to your climax.

He licked all over you, his tongue beginning to rub circular motions on your bundle of nerves. You felt your legs shake, the burning sensation reaching an all time high. “I know you want to come,” he says, the vibrations of his voice adding to the blinding pleasure. “C’mon, baby. Come for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel and let me taste you.”

You’d never heard him say such filthy words before, and it made you grip the comforter under you, your chest pushing upwards as you felt the knot in your stomach burst. Your moans were uncontrollable and louder than usual, the turn of events having caught you completely off guard. You can’t imagine that Nick minds the volume change in your sounds, as he’s told you during the many times he's gone down on you or been in you that he loves the sounds you make for him. He loves knowing that it's him getting you off and that it's him who gets to claim you.

Your orgasm washed through you, your mind going completely blank and all you could focus on was his mouth that continued to suck and lick at your folds as you came undone.

You’d expected him to stop, but that clearly wasn't the case as he didnt pause his attack on your opening. “Nick,” you whined, feeling sensitive after your climax. He ignored you and instead opted to trace the letters of his name onto your clit with his tongue, furthermore asserting dominance over you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned, smearing your juices over your slit before sucking your clit once more. “I want you to come again.”

He said it so nonchalantly that you were caught off guard at this request, shaking your head. “I-I don’t know if I can,”

“You can, baby,” he cooed, his tongue laying flat against you.

You did your best in trying to deal with the sensitivity, your eyes rolling back, broken moans escaping you. “Fuck. Fuck, Nick, please,”

“‘M here,” he said. “Come for me, again.”

There was no doubt that you wouldn’t last even a few seconds this time as you already felt your second orgasm approaching quickly.

It didn’t take much at all for you to spiral over the edge once more, your vision going black momentarily as Nick cleans you up from your second high with his tongue.

Your legs were shaking when he pulled away from you, leaving you almost completely dry as he licked up any and all traces of your release. He crawled back over your form, your hands immediately gripping his blood covered shirt as you pulled him down and onto you, connecting your lips.

You were surprised at the fact that you couldn’t taste any of yourself on his tongue as he sticks it in your mouth, kissing you with the same force he’d been using all night. He really had been craving you to the point of not letting any drop of you go to waste.

You pull away, breathless and tired, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling your scent once more as his arms wrap around your waist. His body completely covered yours making you feel small and protected, a feeling Nick had given you twice tonight, once now and the other when he took the bite for you.

You lay in a peaceful silence, your fingers running through Nick’s hair as he finally lets the tenseness in his body fade away for the first time since he got bit. He felt unbelievably satisfied, despite him being the one to give all the pleasure. Knowing he got you off twice from just his tongue was enough to keep him satisfied. It was he who got you to that point, after all.

You let yourself drift off, your hands still tightly locked in his brown hair. Nick figured he should probably dress you since you were too tired to do so yourself, so he carefully left your embrace, picking up your discarded underwear and slipping them back up your legs. He left your shorts off, figuring that sleeping in jean shorts had to be one of the most uncomfortable pieces of clothing to sleep in. He moved to lay back down next to you, pulling your sleeping form into his chest, allowing you to be as close as possible.

While there were many other urges Nick was currently trying to fight off, his craving for your sweet taste was fulfilled, and he pressed one final kiss to your head before closing his glowing yellow eyes.

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