Griz the Lizardman (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

A recent storm had hit Blackforte, causing a lot of damage to buildings around the seafront area. Your place had been hit quite hard, taking on water damage on the ground floor and the front porch had been totally obliterated by your favorite tree. To your surprise, your favorite tree being uprooted had hurt the worst out of everything that had happened.

“I’m having a hard time finding someone who can do the repairs,” you lament as you sit in the diner. The room is packed, filled with people who were also hit by the storm. “Everyone else is already scooped up and doing other jobs. The wait time is...unbearable.”

Your sister, Sarah, looked up from her plate. “You could watch youtube videos and do it yourself?”

“Why is that your answer to everything?” You huffed.

“Could be worse,” Sarah seemed more interested in her breakfast plate. “At least the damage isn’t too bad. We can buy new furniture.”

You grumbled under your breath. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously? This is your home too. Not only that, you’re going on that work trip and escaping all the mess!”

“Hey, it’s serious to me. My money is going down the drain, same as yours.” She wagged a fork covered in hash browns in your face. “And I told you I would cancel the trip.”

You shook your head. “No. Don’t,” you huffed. “It’s a good opportunity. I’m just freaking out.”

Sarah smiled. “You’ll find someone who can do repairs. Surely there’s someone looking for work who could do it. I bet there’s lots of eager beavers out there looking to repair our dam. Why not just put an offer out online?”

“I’m sure you'd love to come home to a murder mystery too,” you grumbled.

“You know I would. But now, there’s this app that’s got all these options for home repairs and remodeling and everyone on it is vetted and reviewed. It’s like Amazon for construction workers.”

You screwed your mouth into a tight line. “I guess I don’t really have any other option. I’ll try it.”

Sarah returned to her food with more vigor. “Atta girl, getting into the modern era! Put down those yellow pages and pick up the sum of world’s knowledge in your pocket!”

The app was called Honeydew, and it had all sorts of options you could go through. You could make a listing and have people bid on it, or you could hire someone from their profile. You made a listing, hoping to get a bargain. But after a few days, only one profile had responded to it.

“They have good reviews, but they’ve only done a few jobs.” You’re talking to yourself, laying back on your bed in the empty house. Sarah was gone, and the decisions were left to you. You huffed and sat up out of bed, sick of the clutter upstairs as everything was moved to the ground floor.

“I’ll just accept.” You grumbled as you pushed the button accepting the bid. A few minutes later, you received a message from the profile.

“Is it okay if I come by to assess everything? It’ll help me estimate how long it will take and how soon I can start. Thank you for accepting my bid as well.” They asked.

“Yes, of course.” You responded, along with your address. “I’ll be home all day.”

There was no response after that, and your guts began to churn. At least you had a neighbor close by who could hear your screams if it came to that. Sometime later, you heard a motorcycle blaring down the road. Motorcycles scared you ever since you were little, and hearing them just triggered that fight or flight response. You’d been trying your best to get over such a silly fear, after all, they didn’t affect your daily life at all, but those loud sounds made your skin crawl. The sound was growing louder, it sounded like it was right outside your window. You peered out and saw it, a huge dark blue motorcycle was parked by your car.

“What the hell?” You muttered under your breath. The rider was getting off the motorcycle as you peered out. He took off his helmet, setting it on the seat while he rubbed the top of his scaly head. You continued to watch as he looked around your destroyed porch, even running his hand along the uprooted tree still lodged in it.

You went downstairs, going out the back door and walking around. The guy was still examining the crushed porch, looking at the stone wall that was crumbling forward. He looked up, dark eyes peering towards you. He was wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans, which was a surprising combo.

You crossed your arms tight against your chest. “I really hope you're the guy from Honeydew.”

He stood up. “That I am.” His long tail uncoiled from around his waist. “The names Griz.” He extended his hand to you, and you could see a tattoo on the back of it.

You carefully took his hand, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”

Griz turned his head back to the porch. “It’s a shame about your tree.”

“I’m actually pretty beaten up about that,” you sighed. “I loved that tree. I’d be happy to have my porch smashed over and over if it wasn’t that one.”

“What would you want done with it?” He asked.

You shook your head, staring solemnly at the tree. “I figured it’d have to be cut up, so I thought I’d donate the wood or something.”

“Okay,” Griz murmured. “Are you wanting the deck built back the same way, or are you wanting any changes?”

“The same I guess. It’s mainly the water damage to the floors I’m concerned about. Would you like to come in and see?”

Griz nodded, following after you inside. He knelt down to the floor close to the wall. “Once I start tearing it up I can tell you how bad it is. Hopefully I won’t have to pull up any joists or anything.”

You saw the tattoo on the back of his hand again, it looked like an angry dragon’s face. He stood up before you could get a better look. “I can get supplies in a few days. I could have this job done hopefully by the beginning of next month. Hopefully this won’t be a rushed job. It’ll be just me working on it.”

Your eyes widened. “Just you?”

Griz nodded. “I hope that’s also not an issue.”

“I suppose not,” you said unsurely. “But won’t you need help, especially with things like, moving and lifting stuff?”

“I can move flooring boxes pretty fine. I think I’ll manage everything else well enough. But if I have your permission, I’ll start as soon as the floor is in.”

You sighed heavily. “I’m out of luck, but that’s your luck.”

Griz smiled. “Okay great. I’ll keep in contact with you then to keep you up to date. Is the flooring you showed on Honeydew still what you want?”

“Yeah, that’ll be it.” Your eyes cut to his motorcycle as he walked towards it. “Will you have a truck or anything?”

Griz picked up his helmet and chuckled. “Nah, this is it. I’ve got a buddy who has a truck I can borrow if I need to though.”

“Okay well, thanks.” You had no clue what you were supposed to do from here. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Once his helmet was on, Griz hopped onto the bike. “Sounds like a plan.” he cranked up his motorcycle and you hurried inside once the chills seeped in.

A couple of days later, you received a message from Griz saying he’d be there the following morning sinc the flooring would be delivered.

“I’m a morning person, so if it’s okay, I’ll be there around seven.”

“In the morning?” You responded.

“Yeah. Is that alright?”

You were not a morning person, and because you worked from home you kept your own hours. “I can make myself get up. After all, if it helps get this done sooner.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

Your alarm in the morning goes unheard. It isn’t until the sound of Griz’s motorcycle comes barreling down the road that you wake. You get up, groggy and stumbling for the coffee maker. Griz is waiting outside, wearing worn jeans, work boots, and a tight black t-shirt. He’s setting a chainsaw down by the tree, which makes your guts flip flop.

“Are you cutting it down?” You ask, rounding the corner in your robe and slipper.

Griz turns to you, and you're shocked by the vivid blue that goes down his throat. You hadn’t seen that before because he had worn a turtleneck.

“It’ll make things easier in the long run. I’ll be able to put the flooring inside from this oor, rather than carrying it around back.” He has more tattoos winding up from the dragon face on the back of his hand. “Do you wanna say goodbye to it?”

It was a shockingly sweet thought. You walked up to the tree and set your coffee mug down so you could place both hands along the bark. You felt strange saying goodbye to a tree, but it had been your favorite place in the world since you were little. You used to climb it as a kid and get onto the roof then walk into your room through the window. It had housed tire swings, been a pirate ship, a towering castle, even a dragon.

“Do you mind cutting it down after I leave?” You asked. “I don’t think I could stand the noise, let alone knowing what the noise means.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Griz came up beside you. “I’ll save a piece of it for you, you can turn it into a welcome sign.”

He’s so thoughtful, it's nice. “Thank you. Do you want any coffee or anything?”

Griz shook his head, the dazzling blue on his throat caught your attention again. “I’m fine for now. But would it be okay if I put some things in your fridge?”

“It’s empty right now, so go ahead. I'll get some bottled water while I’m out so you can have cold water.”

Griz smiled. “That’s sweet, thanks.” he took a lunchbox from his saddlebag.

You went out for groceries and lunch later on, and when you got back the tree was gone. You took a deep breath and went about your business, while inside Griz was already ripping up the floor.

The next few days were filled with flooring, both being ripped up and put in. You had bought fancy sound canceling headphones, but nothing blocked out the sound of a nail gun it seemed. You also spent time with Griz, at first you thought he’d prefer to be left alone, but during lunch and various times throughout the day, you two spent time together. Sometimes you helped him with his work, feeling guilty he was going at it alone.

“I figured you worked from home,” Griz replied. “But what do you do exactly?”

“I build websites and maintain them,” you replied. “Easy enough depending on who I’m working for.”

Griz smirked. “So you’re a carpenter of sorts too.”

You chuckled. “In a way. What about you? Have you always done carpentry?”

Griz shook his head. “Only for the last few years. I did it to fill the time while I got my life back together and it turned out I had a knack for it so I kept going.”

You furrowed your brow. “Life back together?”

Griz was drinking water when you asked this. He got a strange look on his face, uncertainty and nervousness. “Yeah, I was in jail for a while.”

You bit down on your cheek. “Oh shit!”

Griz looked at you, a little hurt but unsurprised.

You shook your hand at him. “No. I bit my cheek.” You cupped your hand around the injured cheek. “You were in jail?”

Griz was cautious as he went forward. “Yeah. I was stupid. Young and very stupid,” he huffed. “Fell into a bad crowd when I was young and just kept falling.” He looked remorseful and he started picking at the label on his water bottle.

You rubbed your cheek a bit before dropping your hand. “It’s not my place to ask, but you’ve got that curiosity cat purring.”

Griz laughed through his nose in a sigh. “They got me on drug charges, but they had been targeting us for a while.” He showed you the back of his hand where the dragon face was. “This job is going to help me get this covered up.”

“Oh,” you murmured in awe.

Griz pulled his hand back in close. “It’s embarrassing to me now. Being locked up really puts things into perspective. I got my GED, worked on some of my issues, and I’ve been working my ass off to be someone I would admire.”

“That’s great though,” you replied. “I’m proud of you.”

Griz chuckled shyly. “Yeah, well, I’m still a work in progress.”

“Name someone who isn’t.” You smiled at him as his eyes turned to yours. There was a pause between the two of you, a moment where time stopped and you were suspended in a waiting game. It ended when you took a breath and had forced a nervous laugh.

“Well, I should get back to work.” You stood up and avoided looking at Griz. “Do you need anything before I go?”

Griz shook his head and rubbed the back of his head, he was also avoiding looking your way. “No. I’ll be done with the day very shortly. Your kitchen should be done.”

“Oh good.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll be able to move the appliances back into the house from the back.

Griz also stood up from the table. “I can help with that if you’d like.”

You swallowed and turned back to look at him. “I’ll probably need it.” Your guts were flopping around, but it wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. You went back upstairs to work, but your mind was elsewhere. There had been, dare you say, a spark between you and Griz? There had been a moment where, if you had just given in, you could see yourself kissing Griz. But that was weird right? He was your carpenter and this wasn’t a hallmark channel original movie. You tried to shake it off, but your mind kept wandering.

Later that day you heard Griz whistle from downstairs. “If you can, come and look at the kitchen, I just finished.”

“Be right down!” You got up from your desk and as you came to the stairs you saw Griz waiting at the bottom. Your heart somersaulted and you were self conscious as you descended. You followed griz to the kitchen where the floor was complete.

“It looks fantastic.” You stepped onto the new wood and sat down, smoothing your hand over it. “It’ll never be this clean again.”

Griz laughed. “Glad you approve. I can help you get your appliances back in if you’d like.”

“It’s a shame we have to have things everywhere. It’s nice seeing the floor like this, like the beach all spread out nice and smooth.” You huffed and stood up. “Alright, let’s get the expensive gadgets in here.”

The fridge had been moved to the next room and was the first to be put back. The two of you then started moving some of the smaller things back inside. Griz then tried to move the stove by himself, but you quickly went to his aid.

“I can get it,” Griz huffed.

“No, no, I can help.” You got to one side to help move it in. As you went through the door, you made a wrong step and got jammed by the corner into the doorframe. You let out a sound like a broken squeaky toy, and Griz was holding back laughter for your benefit.

“You okay?” He snickered and snorted.

“I think so-” You wheezed. “Let's just get it back in.”

Once the stove was through the door, you stepped aside out of embarrassment of the sound you had made. Your face was blood red, but luckily that could be excused away from moving things.

“You okay?” Griz placed his hand upon your back.

“I’m fine-” you huffed.

Griz let out a chuckle. “Go sit down to make sure. I’ll get the stove plugged in.” His hand lingered on your back, creating a microcosm of that moment from before. You took a seat, watching as Griz placed the stove back. You watched his back ripple, his arms tense and your face grew even warmer.

“Uh oh,” you breathed.

Griz looked up. “Is something wrong?”

You slapped your hand around your mouth. “Nuh-nothing!” You blurted. You looked away, trying to avoid his face as you chastised yourself mentally.

“Want to christen it?” He asked.

You moved your hand away as you turned back towards him. “What?”

“Would you like to do something to christen the new floor?” He asked.

You looked around unsurely. “Is it bad I forgot what I use this room for for a second?” You stood up. “How about coffee and a piece of cake?”

“Am I invited?” Griz asked.

You smiled at him. “It’ll give me an excuse not to eat the cake by myself.” You go to open the fridge, but Griz grabs it at the same time, putting his hand around yours. The moment comes back, time stops and there’s that aching feeling that something, anything, is going to happen. You looked into Griz’s eyes and he looked away, only to look back and smile.

“I have decaf if you don’t want to stay up late.” You hated yourself and stupid mouth.

Griz let go. “Whatever you make, I'll enjoy it.”

Your guts sank as you took the cake and coffee from the fridge, muttering to yourself as you prepared the coffee maker.

After that day, you got a bigger job building a website and shop, so you were kept to your office most of the time. Griz focused on finishing the floor, so you two meeting up together was sporadic. Still, that want from those ‘time stopping’ moments lingered. Occasionally, especially at night, you would think about them and your mind would wander. What would have happened if you gave in? What would you and Grix be doing at that exact moment?

You got up one morning on a Saturday, a day that Griz usually didn’t work, to find a strange truck in the driveway. You went downstairs, but he wasn’t working. You then peered out the window and saw him in your yard where your tree had once stood.

“What’re you doing?” You asked as you walked out.

Griz stood up, revealing he had planted a new tree. Your heart lurched and tears began to sting at the rim of your eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “It was on sale and well, i thought-” He frowned and looked down. “You really seemed upset over your tree.”

Your heart was overflowing and spilling out, you weren’t sure what to do with it, but you needed to do something. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Griz swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasn’t anything, really. I would just try to water it every now and then, maybe brace it if a storm comes back around.” He lifted his head. “I think you’ll take good care of it.”

You put your arms around him in a tight embrace. Time didn’t stop, but instead it felt like everything was going on too long. There was too much time happening. You didn’t know how to let go of the hug, you didn’t know why you did it either. Griz was standing too still, he must hate it! You begin removing your hands, but Griz places his arms around you.

“I was hoping to wait until the job was done,” he grumbled.

Your heart is pounding too hard to not be noticed. “For what?”

Griz sighed and pulled back. He turned away, rubbing the scales along his face then looking towards the sky. “To uhm...to ask you out, or something. I didn’t want things to be awkward while I finished the work.”

You made yourself breathe. “I can see that. But why can’t you wait?”

“I guess my tolerance isn’t what it used to be,” he murmured. “I’ve also kind of forgotten how to be around girls.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. “You’ve been fine around me.”

He huffed. “Yeah well...until now.”

“Come on in. I just started the coffee pot.” You led him inside and took an extra mug down from the cabinet. You were self conscious again, wondering how you looked and if he was watching. You glanced back at him, smiling when you saw he was watching.

“How do you take your coffee?” You asked.

“Just black,” he murmured.

You looked back at the coffee pot and cleared your throat. “How long?” You asked.

Griz sighed heavily. “Not since before I was in jail.”

“No! No!” You gasped and whipped around. “I mean, how long until the job is done?”

Grz looked mortified, but he couldn’t look away from you. He started laughing, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh shit.”

You laughed with him, coming up to the table and placing a small, nervous kiss on his cheek. “I would like the date. But if you want to wait until after the work is done, that’s fine.”

Griz turned his head, “it’s getting tough though.”

You held your breath. “The job or-”

The kiss was wonderful, his hand held your shoulder then moved up to the side of your neck. His scales were cool against your skin, and you were sure you were molten hot to him. Griz pulled back first but he quickly went in for you, standing up so he could get closer. You became backed up to the island, unaware of when the kisses had become so urgent and hard. His body was pressed into yours, your hands were clung into his tight shirt.

The coffee pot beeped and the two of you let a bit of air in between yourselves. Was it his own desire that caused this, or had you let loose some secret impulses of your own? The two of you breathed, chuckling softly that the coffee pot had broken up the moment.

“That was…” Griz said breathlessly.

“If the coffee pot hadn’t stopped us, we probably would have done a lot more to christen the floor,” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

You went to step around him, but his hand on your waist wasn’t letting go. That moment returned and you reached for him again. He dipped down, kissing you once more. You placed your arms around his neck, letting him place you upon the counter top.

“Wait, wait-” Griz pulled back and you could see the brilliant blue of his throat was extending. “Is this alright?”

You were already aroused, growing more so by the second. You had been attracted to Griz all this time, you even had growing feelings. It was almost like a third date, at least you’d concocted that in your mind.

“I’m fine...but we can stop.” No one moved, you remained in that position, all while Griz got closer. The blue fan on his throat extended further out. He chuckled, touching it and trying to push it down.

“It gets in the way, sorry.”

You touched the brilliant blue, running your hands down the side and gazing into his eyes. Griz moved in closer, kissing you even as the fan hit against your chest. The heat grew, the pounding of your heart echoed in your ears. As he opened up your robe and his cool scales touched your skin, you knew there was no turning back now.

There was an awkwardness to Griz’s touch. His hands moved unsurely, as if it was his first time all over again. His fingers trembled as they fell upon your skin, and his breath shuddered as his kisses went down your neck. You placed your hands upon his chest, moving them down, he pressed closer, keeping you from touching more. His hands went up your back, holding you tenderly in an embrace.

Your hands went around his sides, gently tugging up his shirt until you touched his bare scales. He moaned against your ear as your fingers tickled along his ribs. You smoothed down to his back then brushed your fingertip along the top of his jeans.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Keep going.”

Griz pulled back, looking into your eyes before taking another kiss. He brushed aside the strap of your nightgown so it fell. He kissed your bare shoulder, moving down along your clavicle. He nuzzled to your chest, holding his head there until his fingertips brush against your nipple. You whimpered softly, then gasped out loud as his tongue joined. You tugged on the back of his shirt, your breaths growing harsher the more he touched. His tongue was cold, which excited you even more. He finally pulled back, ripping off his shirt. His tattoos stopped at his shoulder, but there were scars along his chest, and a large one on his stomach. He pulled you off the counter, tugging down your nightgown so it fell upon the floor in a pool around your ankles.

“I’ve never been naked in my kitchen before,” you whispered.

“Funny,” he chuckled, “neither have I.”

You kissed his chest and neck, working on the button of his jeans until it let go. Griz eagerly wriggled out of his jeans, using his tail to knock them aside. You both looked down awkwardly and Griz swallowed hard.

“I feel dizzy,” he breathed.

“Then why don’t we uhm...sit or uhm...something.” You murmured. The two of you knelt down onto the floor and Griz kissed you. You came close, sitting in his lap so your bodies pressed back together.

“You’re so soft.” he placed both his hands around you. “So warm.”

You rubbed his shoulders, slowly petting down his chest. “You’re not so bad either.”

Griz chuckled. “I don’t feel half as cute as you look.” His hands went down, cupping your rear and squeezing greedily. “You have no idea what this is doing to me.”

His fingers sunk in, going quite close to your mound. “I have a little understanding.”

“I’m a bit nervous.” His fingers brushed along you, feeling you opening for him and the slight bit of dew that greeted his fingertips.

“You’re doing great so far.” You rolled your hips and his fingers pushed in slightly. He moaned into your ear, letting his finger go further. He pleasured voice made you feel warmer at your core, causing his sweetness to drip down his finger and onto his knuckles

“I never forgot this,” he growled. “How much I love making a woman wet.”

You shivered from your scalp all the way down your spine.

“Making her come,” he breathed against your neck, “again and again. Although I don’t know if I’ll last.”

“You can try,” you moaned.

“Mm, that sound of your voice. It’s too good.”

You reached down, taking his cock into your hand. It was firm and thick, pulsing at your touch. Griz shuddered, losing his breath for a moment. You stroked him, feeling him grow in your palm.

“I’ll make more sounds with this,” you whispered.

Griz chuckle was on edge. He cupped the back of your head, laying you down upon the new floor. He placed his body over yours and his tail flicked up your side. He kissed you, lowering himself closer until there was no space between you. He was between your legs, his hard shaft rubbed up against you, pressing in then slipping upwards.

Taking a breath, he calmed himself and guided his cock into place. The tip pressed against your lips, slowly entering and opening you. You stretched to accommodate him, moaning softly into his shoulder as he drove further. Griz lost his breath once he was fully inside. He looked down, seeing him full inside you.

He lowered back down, kissing you as he began to move. His hips were smooth, moving fluidly as he guided his shaft into you. He scooped a hand under your lower back, angling you up to where he hit that pleasurable spot better. You whimpered, biting your lip as his touch drove you further. You held onto his arms, letting your voice come out freely.

“That pretty little cunt,” he growled under his breath. “Feels so good wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good.”

Your shuddered at his words, biting your lip again. “Griz-” you mewled.

“Sweet thing,” he panted. “So damn sweet!” He thrust harder and harder. “Take me, take all of me!”

“Griz!” You couldn’t think of anything to say to reply to his words.

“Keep saying my name, just like that,” he snarled. He grabbed your ankles and pushed them up over your head. “You feel so fucking wet, baby.”

You whimpered, trying to respond but your body wasn’t allowing that. You threw you head back, crying out in pleasure.

“Good girl,” Griz moaned. “I’ll be your bad boy. I’ll be bad for you.” He drove harder, pushing you against the floor.

Your breath pulsed, vanishing as the overwhelming flood began to arise. “Oh fuck!” You whined, arching your back off the ground. “Oh-oh god!” Your toes curled and your mouth opened wide but no sound came out.

Grim snarled, his body moving harder against yours. His movements became less fluid, more rough and harsh. He trembled, almost stopping but once you choked out a scream, he went deeper. The waves overtook you, you were dragged down, down, down and you never wanted to resurface. He rocked into you, going slower, and slower, and slower until he stopped. His cock slipped from inside you, spilling along your thighs and belly. His breathing returned, trembling as he gazed at you below him. You were trying to keep your eyes from closing, stars were stuck in them.

A few days later, you felt Griz get out of bed. He was searching for his jeans so he could start working. He’d stayed over upon your request, and he’d claimed the title of being the first man to give you multiple orgasams in one session.

“Stay in bed,” you pouted.

“Sorry baby, my boss expects these floors to be done so I can start her porch.” He kissed your cheek. “Unless you want to just live in a wrecked house all your life.”

“I know, I know.” You kissed him in return. “Will you start the coffee?”

“Of course.” He then found his jeans under your pillow. He kissed you once more, almost sinking back into bed. “Just get up and be my good girl.”

You chuckled. “Hard to when you were such a bad boy last night.”

Griz grinned. “I love hearing that.”