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In His Arms, At Last — Grizzy x Reader

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The quiet hum of Grizzy’s house felt foreign but comforting. It was your first time staying the night at his place, and your nerves hadn’t settled since you walked through the door hours ago. The two of you had been dating for a while now, but sharing a bed was uncharted territory. Now, as the clock ticked past midnight, you found yourself curled up under his warm, oversized comforter, the dim glow of his bedside lamp casting a soft light across the room. Grizzy lay beside you, his large frame taking up more than half the bed, but he still managed to leave plenty of space for you. His arm rested behind his head, his other hand casually grazing the edge of your thigh over the blanket. You couldn’t stop fidgeting, the fabric of your borrowed t-shirt—a piece of his clothing—clinging to your skin in a way that made your heart race. “You okay?” His deep voice broke through the silence, laced with genuine concern. You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yeah, just…nervous.” He let out a soft chuckle, leaning on his side to face you. His brown eyes studied your face, tender and reassuring. “Nervous about what, baby? It’s just me.” “That’s the thing,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s you.” Grizzy’s expression softened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be nervous around me,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve got you. Always.”

The sincerity in his voice melted a fraction of your unease, and you managed a small smile. “I know. I just…I don’t want to mess this up.” “Mess what up?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “You’re perfect. You couldn’t mess this up even if you tried.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing just a bit. Grizzy noticed the shift and took it as his cue to inch closer, his hand trailing down your arm. “Can I make you feel good?” he asked, his voice low, almost reverent. Your breath hitched at the question, and you nodded shyly, your heart pounding in anticipation. Grizzy leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. His movements were unhurried, his touch gentle as he coaxed you to relax further. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above yours. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” “Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. Grizzy’s hands moved to your waist, his fingers slipping under the hem of the t-shirt you wore. He trailed kisses down your jawline, then your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as his hands roamed, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He gently guided you onto your back, his weight settling between your legs as he continued his descent.

With every kiss, every brush of his lips against your skin, he seemed to unravel you bit by bit. When his lips reached the edge of your shirt, he glanced up at you, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, your cheeks burning as he lifted the fabric, revealing more of your skin to his gaze. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His lips pressed to your stomach, then lower, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread them gently. The intimacy of the moment left you breathless, your nerves now replaced with a growing anticipation. Grizzy’s tongue flicked out, testing your reaction, and the soft moan that escaped your lips seemed to spur him on. He moved with purpose, his mouth and hands working in perfect tandem to draw pleasure from you. You couldn’t hold back the sounds that spilled from your lips, your fingers tangling in his hair as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Every movement was deliberate, every touch filled with an unspoken promise. When you finally came undone beneath him, your body trembling with the force of your release, he didn’t stop. He rode the waves with you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. Grizzy hovered above you, his lips still slick and glistening with the aftermath of your release, and his grin had a mix of smugness and adoration that left you breathless. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was softer than you expected.

The taste of yourself on his tongue sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. “You good?” he asked again, his voice deep and tender as he brushed a thumb along your cheek. You nodded, your hands sliding up his broad shoulders and pulling him closer. “More than good,” you whispered, voice still shaky. “Good,” he murmured, his lips trailing along your jawline and down to your neck, “because I’m not done with you yet.” The weight of his words sent a jolt of anticipation straight to your core, and you arched into him as his hands slid under your thighs, spreading you further. The cool air against your skin only heightened the warmth radiating between the two of you. Grizzy shifted slightly, sitting back to pull his shirt over his head. The sight of his toned chest and the way his muscles flexed with every movement had you biting your lip. You reached out instinctively, your fingers grazing his skin, and he let out a low groan at the contact. “Like what you see?” he teased, his voice a touch deeper now, more primal. You nodded again, too entranced to form words, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands exploring every inch of your body. His fingers danced along your sides, tracing the curves of your hips before gripping them firmly. Grizzy’s lips moved to your ear, his voice low and breathy. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You have no idea.” The confession sent your heart racing, and you couldn’t help but tug him closer, craving the connection only he could provide.

As he settled between your thighs again, his hardness pressed against your sensitive core, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. He grinned against your skin. “You feel that?” he murmured, grinding against you just enough to make your head spin. “That’s what you do to me, baby.” Your hands found his hair, tugging gently as you tried to close the distance, desperate for more. He took his time, though, savoring every reaction he pulled from you. With one hand, he reached down to line himself up, the other cupping your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said softly, his thumb brushing along your lower lip. You nodded, breath hitching as he began to push inside, slow and deliberate. The stretch was intense but not painful, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he filled you inch by inch. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained as he buried himself fully. “You feel so good, baby. So perfect.” You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, each one measured, as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt around him. But soon, his restraint began to falter, and his pace quickened, each thrust deeper and more deliberate than the last. Your moans mixed with his, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tightly, anchoring you as he drove into you, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost himself in you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his lips finding yours in a messy, desperate kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”The intensity of his words sent you spiraling, your body tightening around him as he groaned your name, his pace faltering for a moment. He shifted, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to angle himself deeper, and the new position had you crying out, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with lust. “Let me hear you, baby.” You couldn’t hold back even if you tried. Every thrust, every graze of his skin against yours, sent you closer to the edge, and Grizzy seemed determined to take you there. When your release hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over you and leaving you trembling in his arms. He followed shortly after, his moan deep and guttural as he buried himself one last time, his body tensing before collapsing onto you. The two of you stayed tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from the high. Grizzy rolled to his side, pulling you with him and holding you close. His hand stroked your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You okay?” he asked again, his voice soft and full of concern. You nodded, a small, satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “More than okay,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest. Grizzy chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” You smiled, your heart full as you drifted off in his arms, feeling more at home than you ever had before.