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Greg Hirsch x Reader: Chapter 4

Smut time!! This chapter is 18+, no minors should be reading.

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Chapter content warnings:

Sexual content between two consenting adults: fingering, p in v, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys be safe out there), slight power play (mdom, fsub, very light in this chapter but it is present)

Alcohol consumption

Swearing

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Chapter 4: Sleepover & The Morning After II

“Jesus, that was…really fucking good,” He set his utensils down on the plate, sitting back in his chair.

“Good. I’m glad you liked it,” I said. No sarcasm, no jokes. I was glad. I’d always loved cooking, especially for other people. Cooking for just myself was fine, but there’s a different kind of satisfaction that can only come from feeding someone else.

“Do you want help with the dishes?” He asked as I stood and began clearing the table.

“That’s okay, I’ll just leave them in the sink for now. Go pick out a movie, I’ll meet you on the couch in a sec.” I ran some water over the dishes in the sink, then grabbed our wine glasses and a new bottle and followed him.

“What would you like to watch?” He looked up at me as I came over and handed him his glass.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s always so hard to pick, isn’t it?” I sank next to him on the cushions. “Do you want more wine?”

“Sure, pour me up,” He said, his eyes on the screen, scrolling through the streaming services, so he didn’t notice my look of amusement. “I really can’t decide, honestly. You should pick something.”

“Okay, fine, give me the remote.” I took it from him and continued scrolling. “You don’t have a favorite movie?”

“I mean, I guess if I really thought about it, I could come up with something.” He furrowed his brow. “I haven’t had a lot of time to just, like, chill and watch a movie recently.”

“They’re really trying to suck your soul out over there, huh?”

“Yeah. Consider my soul…sucked, I guess?” He said, and we both laughed. It seemed like he was beginning to feel more comfortable around me; he had a much more relaxed vibe about him tonight. Maybe it helped that the truth about his job was out in the open, or maybe it was the fact that we were hanging out in private for the first time, with no one else around. I was glad, either way.

“Okay, we’re watching my favorite, then.” I clicked on a movie and poured myself another glass of wine, settling back next to him as it started.

“This is your favorite movie?” He raised his eyebrows as the opening scene played out. It was a horror movie, and not even close to my favorite, but I’d picked something bad on purpose.

“Mmhmm.” I nodded, biting my lip to keep my face straight. “What, you’re not into it?”

“No, no, it’s fine, I…like it.” He looked over at me, his focus leaving the screen entirely.

“Yeah?” I asked, my eyes flicking down to his lips, then back up to his dark eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathed, and then his lips were on mine, one of his hands in my hair, the other cupping my face. I leaned in closer, running my hands over his shoulders, then pulled back slightly.

“Do you…is this okay?” He asked, our lips only barely parted.

“Yes,” I nodded. “I just like being pursued, that’s all. Making you work for it a bit.”

“Oh, yeah? I can do that,” His lips moved over to my ear, sending a shiver down my body.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked softly as he moved to the side of my neck.

“Of course I do,” he said. “are you kidding me?”

“I’ll assume that last part was rhetorical,” I said before I could help it. I could see I’d confused him and taken us out of the moment, so I continued. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“I think,” He started, moving his hand up to just below my jaw and applying a soft pressure to the sides of my neck. “I should be the one asking you that.”

“Is that so?” I could feel the heat growing between my legs, causing a delicious kind of discomfort.

“I think so,” He held my chin and turned my face so we were looking directly at each other. “I can stop this at any point, so, Y/n, I need to know. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” I breathed out as his other hand trailed almost lazily down over my thigh, applying just the slightest pressure as he reached his destination between my legs.

“Yeah, but, uh, how badly?” He whispered onto my lips, pausing the motion of his fingers.

“So very badly,” I whispered back, placing my hand on top of his and bringing them together under the waistband of my pants. “Feel for yourself.”

“Jesus,” He chuckled. “You’re this wet already?”

“I can’t help it,” I drew back, almost offended.

“No, no, I like it,” He pulled me up onto his lap so I was straddling him.

“What, you’re this fucking hard already?” I teased, running my hand over his erection through his pants.

“Hey, that’s your fault, for being so sexy,” he said. I rolled my eyes and chose not to comment, kissing him instead to shut him up.

He moved his hands from their grip on my hips up under the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms to allow him to lift it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. His long fingers managed to unhook the clasp of my bra more quickly than expected—I’d anticipated there to be more fumbling around on his part. There was a lot more to Greg than I’d expected, in general.

“How long have you wanted this?” I asked, pressing myself more fully against him and eliciting a low moan.

“Since I fucking…since I saw you across the room at the bar,” He slid his hands up my torso from my waist to cup my breasts, rubbing a thumb over each nipple. “What about you?”

“The same,” I admitted, sighing as I melted into his touch. “Part of me wanted you to pull me into the bathroom and have me, right there.”

“Fuck, I just…” He gazed up at me, and we stared at each other for a long moment, our bodies moving against each other, building pressure. “I want you so bad.”

“Have me, then.” I bent down to press a long kiss to his lips, softly biting the top one, then the bottom. I shifted off of his lap and slid my pants off. He got the hint and did the same.

“Do you have, like, a condom?” He asked, kicking his pants off and to the side.

“Yeah, I’ll grab one.” I padded down the hall to the bathroom and found the box I kept under the sink, separating one from the pack and returning to the living room. The couch was empty, our clothes strewn over the furniture. I was confused for a second, before I felt his hands on my hips from behind, pulling me in so that my back was pressed to his chest.

“I think I’m too tall for your couch.”

“You’re gonna be too tall for my bed, too,” I laughed, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.

“We’ll make it work somehow. I have faith in our…tenacity.” He backed me onto the bed, and I handed him the condom.

“Tenacity, huh? Good word,” I smirked up at him as he ripped open the wrapper and slid it on. I scooted back further onto my pillows, and then he was on top of me, kissing my lips, my neck, my collarbone; feeling me everywhere, pinning my wrists down with one hand and using the other to play with me. Rubbing with his thumb while slipping in one finger, then a second.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into my ear as my whines and whimpers reached a higher pitch.

“Yes, yes,” I breathed. “Please, Greg. Please fuck me.”

With that, his hand came up to cup my face so he could kiss me as he gave the first thrust. I moaned onto his lips as he pulled out and then pushed back in, slightly deeper this time. He continued going slowly until I’d adjusted, and then his pace picked up, my legs wrapping around him, skin slapping against skin, faster and faster.

He slowed again, and I whined in his ear.

“Shh, I’m just trying to…last longer,” He whispered. “You feel too fucking good.”

“I need it,” I pouted, straining against his grip.

“You need this?” He teased himself against my entrance.

“Mmhm,” I breathed. “Please.”

With that, he was fully inside me again, and I threw my head back against the bedspread, unable to contain a moan. He filled me up so perfectly, moved so perfectly, hit such a deep spot, I almost couldn’t handle it, but the idea of him stopping was so much worse.

He kissed me again, and I knew he was getting close. I squeezed my legs tighter, angling myself upwards, and with a few more thrusts, he let out the most authentic, full-bodied moan I’d heard in my life and collapsed on top of me, releasing my wrists, his arms shaking. Once he’d caught his breath, he kissed me deeply before rolling off to the side.

“There’s a trashcan over by the door.” I said, running my fingers over his shoulders as he sat up to peel off the condom.

“Okay,” He stood, still catching his breath, and dropped it into the trash, coming back over to spoon me from behind and press a kiss my shoulder.

“Did you, um…did you cum?” He asked.

I turned to face him. I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I couldn’t lie to him, either, so I spoke gently. “I didn’t. It’s always been really hard for other people to make me cum.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, so earnestly I could’ve cried, so I laughed instead.

“Greg, sweetheart, it’s okay.” I ran a thumb over his cheek, tangling my hand in his dark hair. “If you’d gone down on me, that’s…well, that’s usually how it happens, when it does.”

“Oh,” He started, pulling back. “You should’ve—I would’ve, if…no, I should’ve thought of that.”

“It’s okay. We’ll just have to try that next time.” I said, propping myself up on an elbow. “And besides, I just wanted to get straight into it tonight. Just because I didn’t cum doesn’t mean it was bad sex, or that I didn’t enjoy it. She’s just very, very particular.” I gestured to my crotch.

That made him laugh, to my relief. “Well, okay. I do want to make you, though. For real.”

“I know. Unfortunately, it can’t really be forced. It just either happens or it doesn’t.” I shrugged. “But, I have to say, I was impressed nonetheless.” I gave him a squeeze and felt him twitch under my hand.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” He rolled onto his back, and I stood up. “Where are you going?” “Greg, rule number one for people with vaginas: Always pee after sex. Seriously. Have you ever had a UTI before? Not fun.” I called over my shoulder as I headed out to the bathroom.

When I came back, he was dozing off, mumbling something as I crawled into bed next to him.

“What?” I asked, laying my head on his chest, his arm wrapping around me.

“We never finished the movie,” He said drowsily into my ear.

“No, I guess we didn’t,” I laughed softly, pressing one more kiss to his lips before settling down to sleep.

--- The Morning After: Part II ---

I was stirred from my sleep by a crashing sound somewhere in the apartment. When it came again a moment later, I sat upright in bed, reaching over to confirm that I was alone in the sheets. I was pretty sure the noise was Greg, but on the off-chance he’d snuck away while I slept and someone else had broken in, I pulled on my robe before heading down the hall.

I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the sight of Greg in his underwear, fumbling with the coffee machine. The crash, I assumed, had come from him tipping over the grinder and spraying half-ground beans all over the counter and onto the floor. I covered my lips with a hand, attempting to stifle a laugh, but it didn’t work. When he heard me, he turned around sheepishly, giving me such a woeful expression that I burst out in another wave of laughter, and he joined in.

“I was trying to make us coffee, I was going to bring it to you in bed, and it was going to be very romantic, I promise.” He sighed, running a hand over his bedhead. “Do you have a vacuum or…a broom, or something?”

I helped him clean up the mess, and since he’d spilled all of my beans, we got dressed and walked to a café down the street. I found us a table while he paid, and once I’d settled into an overstuffed chair near the fireplace, I watched him. Though he was a goof, and sort of a nepo-baby on top of that, I was somehow still attracted to him. It wasn’t even a height thing—I’d gone out with guys the same height as me before, and had been perfectly attracted to them as they were. I couldn’t put my finger on it, not entirely. He had a certain Greg-ne-ce-quais.

I mean, he had a very handsome face, so that was probably part of it. And he made me laugh often, though not always intentionally.

While walking over with our drinks, he got a phone call, and I watched him try to balance both cups while pressing the phone to his ear. Based on the panicked look on his face, I assumed it was work-related. I met him halfway to grab my cup from him, and he mouthed a “Thank you” as he followed me to our seats.

“Okay, um…I mean, I was supposed to be off today,” He said into the phone, rubbing his face with his free hand. “Jesus, okay, yes, I can be there. Give me like an hour—okay, fine, thirty. Okay. ‘Bye.”

“That was your boss?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yeah, how’d you guess?” He sighed. “I know we were supposed to hang out this morning, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, Greg,” I reached over and put a hand on his knee. “I know you don’t have much of a choice.”

“Yeah, no, not really. I mean, I’d obviously much rather hang out with you than go in.”

“I know. Go on, I’ll survive, somehow.” I smiled to let him know I was joking.

“Okay, yeah, I should go. They called me a car already.” He went to stand up, then stopped and looked over at me. “I really, really had a good time last night.”

“I did, too.” I smiled. He leaned over to give me a quick kiss, then stood up. Still sitting down, I was eye-level with his dick for a moment before he turned to walk out to the street. I watched him through the windows as he speed-walked off down the street to meet his car. Too soon, he was out of sight, and I was alone with my coffee. I was disappointed, of course—I’d hoped we would have time for another round back at my place once we’d finished our drinks—but I had, for the most part, outgrown the petty grudges I used to hold against the men I dated for things out of their control. We were adults. Sometimes, work came first.

God, no wonder Greg was so high-strung. I’d hate having to be on call all the time, working for people who expected the impossible from me. I had a pretty good idea of what his salary was, and while it was probably exorbitant, it seemed that they made him work for it.

As I sipped my coffee, I wondered, my mind in the gutter as always, how Greg’s head game was. My instincts said he might not be the best at it, but what he lacked in skill, he might make up for in enthusiasm. Though giving me head hadn’t been his first instinct last night, he still seemed eager to please. And, to be fair, I had really been ready to just get straight into it. Next time, I wouldn’t be as impatient, and we could take our time and try different things. It would be fun. In my experience, the first fuck with a new partner was never the best. We’d figure each other out soon enough, and I was looking forward to the process.

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