So this is the unofficial M-rated companion to MonRosalee's Playlist, without the song gimmick. I may still do some song-related ones, but not the main focus... I just wanted an outlet for my smut. However, I may also include some smut based on my Past Life stories as well.

Also, sorry, title is false advertising, at least at the present. The porno will come later haha

I don't own NBC, Grimm, the characters, the actors, or any of that nonsense. I just own a dirty imagination. Enjoy!

Rosalee Calvert was feeling quite pleased with herself. It was about three days before Christmas, and her cunning plan was working like a charm. She conveniently "ran out" of wrapping paper, and made her fiancé, Monroe, run out for more. During rush hour. She would have plenty of time. She smiled to herself as she got everything ready. This was going to knock his socks off!

Monroe couldn't believe Rosalee ran out of wrapping paper, especially since she bought a brand new roll right before Thanksgiving… but, he conceded, there were many, many presents: for the newlywed Burkhardts, Hank, various family members, and a small army of trinkets for various members of the local Wesen community… but seriously, did it have to be today? Today was Friday; Christmas was Monday. It was also rush hour. But his Queen needed wrapping paper, who was he to deny her? Especially when she was such a good sport about their home being taken over by Christmas decorations as soon as the Halloween ones were put away. As when the Halloween decorations were going up, Rosalee had veto power, but she used it sparingly, saying she loved how happy it made him to be surrounded by decorations. The only two things that she outright banned were cotton "cobwebs" and tinsel ("It's just such a pain in the ass to get rid of!") and the skeleton flailing the morning star after the story of the shattered window; Monroe thought that was more than fair. She cheerfully helped him string lights and set up the toy trains. He was so happy to have her in his life.

When he finally reached the drugstore, it was actually less crowded than he thought it would be. The wrapping paper was on sale, so he was able to pick up 4 rolls for the price of 2. That should keep her well stocked through next Christmas, anyway. He paid for his goods and braced himself for another hour in traffic.

When Monroe arrived back at home 50 minutes later, he was starting to see why people may not think Christmas was all that great. But it didn't matter, he was home now. When he went to open the door, he found a red ribbon tied around the doorknob. Strange. He opened the door, and found that the ribbon led inside. A piece of paper was hanging on the ribbon. On closer inspection, the note read simply "Follow Me". He put his bag of wrapping paper down, took off his coat, untied the ribbon from the doorknob and closed the door. This was interesting, a little scavenger hunt for his Christmas present, perhaps? But why now, why not closer to the actual date? Oh well, it didn't really matter.

The ribbon led him all around the first level of the house and then up the stairs. He wound it around his hand, in case she wanted to use it again; it was an awful lot of red ribbon. The ribbon ended at their closed bedroom door, tied into a neat little bow on the doorknob. Another note, this one telling him "Come In". He tentatively opened the door.

Monroe's heart just about stopped. Their bedroom was alight with small red candles, and by their flickering glow, he saw Rosalee, his beautiful fiancée, lying on the bed, wearing, as far as he could tell, nothing but red ribbons and bows. He stood at the door, frozen. He was unsure what to do next, and part of him was convinced he was dreaming.

"Well, hello there," she intoned in a voice dripping with sensuality and desire, "Santa heard there was a very naughty boy that lives here… do you know anything about that?" Monroe walked slowly toward the bed feeling slightly dazed. She looked at him expectantly, and he realized she was waiting for an answer.

"I don't know, I thought I was good this year…"

"Well, are there any other boys who live here? Santa told me I was a present for the naughtiest boy who lived here… if it isn't you…" She pouted a little, but Monroe could tell she was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Actually, come to think of it, I have been incredibly bad…"

"Well, then I must be your present. Come unwrap me!" Monroe walked over to the bed, and took in the sight of her. She had many ribbons wrapped up and down her arms and legs, as well as around her waist, breasts, and neck. There were bows where the ribbons intersected. Her legs were tied closed with a bow over her mound and her wrists were joined by a long ribbon. There were also bows in her hair. This obviously required a great deal of patience and work on Rosalee's part, so it would not be fair to fetch the scissors in his nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, just looking at her. He wanted to remember this, as this was probably the best Christmas present he was ever going to receive.

Rosalee watched Monroe's face as he looked her over. While he was looking at her, she got an idea.

"Actually, I forgot, there are a few rules you need to follow to claim your present." His head snapped up so fast she was sure he gave himself whiplash. "First, you need to take your clothes off. After you do that, I will give you further instructions." Rosalee waited as he removed his sweater and undershirt, his shoes and socks. However, as he was standing, unzipping his fly, the look on his face changed.

"Actually, if I'm a naughty boy, I don't think I would follow instructions anyway… right?" He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. He was wearing his silky green Christmas present boxers. Rosalee could see that he was fairly hard, but was curious as to where he would take this.

"Entirely possible…"

"Right, well, I think I actually want to take advantage of this situation. I don't know when the opportunity will come up again…" He pushed his boxers down, and his magnificent cock was standing at attention. He then got up on the bed and gently flipped Rosalee on her side. She thought she saw his eyes flash red for a moment. "I think I'm going to require a little more incentive to follow your rules. You can start by putting those pretty little lips to use."

Rosalee was stunned, and felt a rush of warmth and wetness to her center. She knew her fiancé had a freaky streak a mile wide, but to take her while she was bound and demand she suck his cock? That was really hot. She obliged him, starting by lightly following the curves of his manhood with the very tip of her tongue. Normally when she sucked him, he would close his eyes, but she found him watching her intently, as if he were judging her. She nipped the tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. He groaned, and put his hands in her hair. Normally, he allowed her to take charge while she was going down, but tonight he was a bad boy, after all. Rosalee felt his hands wrap tightly around the ribbons in her hair, and he took charge, shoving himself roughly into her mouth. Rosalee was actually surprised to realize how much she liked this turn of events, and she hummed and moaned around the delicious piece of meat in her mouth. She looked up to still find him staring at her. After a few minutes, he pulled her hair back so his manhood was pulled from her mouth.

"Well, you are certainly one of the better presents I've gotten from Santa… maybe not the best, but probably top five." He smirked as she glared at him. "Now, depending on how this plays out, you could be the best. We'll see. But I'm ready to cooperate now; what were these rules you needed me to follow?"

"Only that the bows may only be untied with your mouth, and each untied bow must be preceded by a kiss in the location of my choosing."

"Sounds fair. Where do you desire your first kiss?"

"On my lips, if you please." Monroe smiled and obliged. He kissed her deeply, trying to pour his gratitude into it. It was a game, but he wanted to let her know before things got heavier that he appreciated the work and planning that went into this. He let her tongue roll over his, and when he pulled away, he put his teeth to the bow around her neck and pulled. The bow slackened, and he pulled it from her neck.

"Kiss me there, where the bow was." He licked the ribbon's path and lightly kissed where the bow had sat. He then pulled himself up to survey the locations of the remaining bows. There had to be at least 20 of them, and he decided to save the biggest three for last, the ones over her breasts and her core. She probably thought he would go for those first… however, he liked her wrists being linked, so he might do that one last… He chose one of the bows wrapped around her lower legs.

"Top of my right foot." This went on for what seemed like hours. Both Monroe and Rosalee found it quite sensual. Finally, they were left with the three large bows and the bow that linked her wrists. He chose the bow on her mound and, without any prompting from her, started slowly licking her slit.

"That is not where I wanted a kiss," she breathed heavily as she did when she didn't want to admit she was enjoying something.

"Remember, naughty list. Actually, I think I'm quite done with these rules. I'm about ready to explode over here, so I'm just going to take care of this." He continued to lick her nub while rubbing circles with two fingers; he then roughly penetrated her with said fingers, causing her to moan loudly. She was so wet and more than ready. He roughly separated her legs and reached above her head, holding down the ribbon binding her wrists. This was unbelievably sexy, and he took one more look at the ribbons perched on her hardened nipples, her hair with bows coming undone, and the ribbon above her head. He gave her one more kiss before sliding into her. She struggled a little, attempting to wrap her arms around him, but not getting very far; he also made it a point not to disturb the remaining bows. He thanked his stars that he was tall enough to do this, and the concentrated on watching Rosalee's face contort with pleasure. He reached down and pinched her nub, and she cried out, writhing against him. She wanted more contact; however, she was the one who assigned him to the naughty list, so she would have to deal with those consequences. He drove deeper, feeling her tighten around him, and once again pinched her as she crashed down violently.

"And now, I'm going to give you a present. I think a nice pearl necklace will look lovely on that pretty neck, don't you agree?" He withdrew from her, and once again presented his cock to her. She knew he was close, and she once again hummed around his girth. As he crested, he pulled out and stroked himself hard, and he came all over her chest and the remaining ribbons. He collapsed panting against her, and gently untied the remaining bows. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out some towels, and helped her wipe herself off. After she was finished, Rosalee snuggled close to his chest.

"So I take it you liked being on the naughty list? That wasn't quite how I imagined that playing out…"

"Well, you did start it. But I think I liked it. Definitely worth the traffic and the trouble… how long did it take you to tie all those bows?" She smiled. He loved the smiles she gave him after a satisfying encounter.

"Entirely too long. I'm glad you liked it, because I don't think I'll be doing anything that complicated for a while."

"Well then, I suppose it's my turn to come up with something… however, I think it's dinner time…" He smiled once more and kissed her forehead before rolling off the bed and tossing Rosalee her robe.