The Hottest Hoobies Around (Greg x y/n smut)

A Night I'll Never Forget

One knock. Two knocks... Three knocks. He's here. I feel my heart begin to race, my blood rushing to more than just my face. "Calm yourself y/n" i force myself to say. "It's just Greg". I let my mind wander for a second longer and find myself trapped in a web of thoughts I should never share, but would love to recreate with a certain ginger.

"Hello? Am i early" Greg shouts from outside the door.
Shit. Shit i let myself get lost in the thought of him, "Sorry, I was just... peeing" I shout back *peeing? really y/n, was that the best excuse you could think of?* "you can come in now!"
Greg opens the door, and i can't help but stare as his muscular hands frisk my brass door nobs, handling them with some care, but such force, i let out a small sigh.

"Ahh hey y/n" Greg says, stepping through the door way. *How does this man make walking seem hot?*
"Which is the light that needed changed then?" He carefully places a bottle of Pinot on my sideboard, thumbing the cork as he waits for a response. *fuck i wish i was that cork*
"Oh um,, it's just,, it's just this one here, right above the table, you could probably reach it without ladders" i mutter out. The light wasn't actually broken of course, i simply chose a light that he could reach with a stretch, giving me the chance to watch as his untucked flannel rose, showing me his bare skin and happy trail.

"fuck me now" i mutter under my breath, but clearly not quiet enough.
"what was that?" Greg says, stopping what he has doing to turn and look at me. I go bright red, how could i be so stupid.
"Did no one teach you manners" he whispered, "you should ALWAYS say please". I'd never seen him like this before, never heard him like this before, he seemed, dominant, powerful. I'd never been more attracted to him

"It wasn't a request" i reply, a sudden surge of confidence rushing over me and i feel the crotch of my trousers get tighter as my schlong begins to rise. "It was an order. Fuck Me Now"
Now it was Greg's turn to get flustered, I watched him as his face slowly turned red, but not before his own jeans began to tighten at the crotch, and i could see the full length of his huge schlong, bulging through his trousers.

Greg practically launches himself at me, throwing his tools on the floor and replacing the bulb in his hand with hair. For what felt like an eternity we stood there, Greg pressing me against the counter top as he devoured me. Eventually he launched us both on top of the table in a sweaty heap of lust using those strong arms i'd been watching for weeks, dreaming of this moment.

"Let's move upstairs" I whisper as we break for air, swallowing breaths in between kisses.
"Okay, but I'm on top" Greg whispers straight into my ear, tickling my lobe with his lips before working his kisses back along my face.
We run upstairs, giggling like school girls, never holding hands, but always grasping something. *Oh please just take me now*. We make it to the bedroom and Greg shoves me onto the bed and pulls a Jondom out his pocket, ripping open the pink package with his teeth before undoing his belt and letting his schlong spring out from his pants. "you can have the honours" he says, stepping toward me before placing the jondom in my mouth. "hurry up y/n, i've been dreaming of that arse for months"
I obliege, taking his full length into my mouth, playing with my tongue to put on the condom and smile as i feel him shake and hear him moan already. "Any thing for you" i say, rising from his form, "now i think you should be doing something for me" he raises his eyebrows and begins to smirk as I fold my self over the end of the bed, leaving myself at the perfect height for him to enter me.

"Oh God." "y/n you feel so good" i hear greg moan as he slides his hard schlong inside me. "Fuck your arse is good".
He begins thrusting into me, pulling my hair for support as i wrap my hands around sheets, moving with his pulse.
"Yes, Yes go harder" i moan as he pounds me, hitting my G-spot with every passionate movement. And he does. Greg picks up the pace, forcing himself deeper and deeper with every thrust, till his maoning intesifies , "SOWING... MY... SEEDS" he forces out as he behinds to climax, "PLANT... THOSE..." his breath gets heavier and his pace begins to slow but get more forceful "PLANT... THOSE... CARROTS" he yells, leaving us finishing in unison as he let out that final battle cry. I moan once more as i feel that ginger hottie exit me, and we wrestle our way onto a heap on the bed.