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Dr.house- working after hours. (Smut)
Currently obsessed with this man, he’s been in my dreams for the past 4 days. Barely edited. I’m not a Med student, I’m a film kid. So my two hours of spotty research are prob not all that right.
5/21/23
Your pov-
It was about twelve am, maybe even one. I was sitting in Dr.Houses office. Seated directly in his chair, my elbows resting on the glass top desk, my chin sitting on top of my hands as I looked down at the file in front of me.
Our current patient, Craig Sanders, forty-five, male. He travels often for work. Earlier today he had a heart attack at home, in the garage. Pronounced dead for 7 minutes. Gotta be some kind of record. He’s loosing vision and feeling in his limbs, loss of memory but none of it stays. It comes and goes.
Because I had clinic duty today I didn’t get to fully focus on the patient, only for the beginning. I got to view the scans quickly but was paged to the clinic, so now I’m catching up.
I didn’t look up when the glass door opened, it knew it was house because who else would just walk into a office that has its blinds closed, let alone at 1 am.
“In my chair, now I really can’t ignore you.” He commented, I gave a light scoff as ket my eyes at the paper, not really reading it, just thinking,”shouldn’t you be home?”
“Shouldn’t you?” I looked up at him. he was standing in front of the desk, leaning on his left leg, his grip of his cane shifting, he gazed down at the file in front of me.
“Touché.” He stood for a few seconds longer before we walked away. I didn’t watch him, but I heard his bottle of whiskey open as he poured it into a glass.
“How much sense does this case make to you?” I asked, leaning back in the chair, we was leaning against the desk behind me glass in hand,”his heart is finally semi stable, so It’s not having sn effect of anything at the moment, but , his brains loosing funct-“
“I think I’d be able to think better if you got out of my chair, hiked that pretty skirt up, and sat down on me.” He clicked his tongue,”Should really get my brain going.”
I was kind of taken by surprise, house and I have fucked more times then you can count on one hand. In The Broom closets, his car, his house, on his piano, but never in his office.
I knew from the moment I walked into the office today this skirt was gonna get him. pencil skirt, stopped just above my knees. A dark grey so you could see any lines, which he didn’t. I caught him looking on more then one occasion.
Earlier/11 am-
Houses Pov-
My grip on the head of my cane shifted as I watched (l/n) write on the board. Her writing on the board was fine, she’s been here for nine years, she knows what she’s doing and she picked up this patient. But, I couldn’t keep my eyes in the board or my attention on foreman, Cameron, or chase. No, my eyes and brain were more focused on her ass. I’d occasionally look the board or around to cover it but I kept getting pulled back.
Pencil skirt, Dark grey, tight…and short.
It’s not like she hasn’t worn pencil skirts before, I’ve seen her with one hiked up around her waist as she gets it from behind. first “date” two years ago actually. Wine Red. Nice color on her.
You see this one, this one was different. usually you can see panty lines under tight clothing like dresses or skirts, she’s usually got a slight thong line, and I’ve been looking for it.
“What do you think?” I was taken out by (l/n) question. I looked at her, hands sturdily placed in her hips, and I looked at the white board.
Memory loss, weakened heart muscles, low blood cell count, numbness in fingers and toes, and loss of eye sight, intermittently.
Those were just the main ones.
“EKG, stress test, keep an eye on his ECGs.” I stood up,” get all the cardiac makers. Dementia, Alzheimer’s, and multiple sclerosis. Let’s start there.” They didn’t move, just looked at me,”move, I have to get to the clinic or Cuddy will have my balls.”
“Alright.” Foreman said as he got up from his chair, Cameron and chase followed. (l/n) stuck around for a bit and looked at the board before she followed.
“Hey.” I called to catch her attention, she stopped and looked at me,”that new?”
“What?”
“The skirt, it’s nice.” I let my eyes fall from her face to her hips, where her black button up was tucked in. She grabbed her white coat from the chair at the end of the table.
“Thank you.” She smiled as she turned around,”I saw you looking the whole time,” she started to walk away,”we all saw.”
“Hard not too, especially when it seems like youre not wearing anything under it.” I followed her into my office, she was already at the open door.
“I am, it’s just thin.”
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Your pov-
“Perfect, just Fuckin perfect.” He groaned, relaxed into the rolling chair, his hands placed on my waist. His finger tips pressed in and out of my clothed skin. My pussy was clenched around his cock, buried inside of me as I was sitting tightly on his lap. My thong moved to the side. The record player was on, playing one of his blues records, mainly instrumental.
He popped two of his Vicodin right before he yanked up my skirt, he was definitely enjoying all of this right now. The door wasn’t locked, but the blinds were closed. A little risky considering Wilson is still around, his wife is gonna be mad when he gets home but he’s got reports to do.
I went to rock my hips to get some pleasure but his grip stopped me.
“Greg.” I sighed out and he hummed, pressing his chest against my back.
“Just sit, go over the information.” His hands ran up my shirt, over my breasts as he started unbuttoning it, exposing my skin and black bra. His lips kissed my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he untucked my shirt from my skirt,”you changed a hair product.”
“My conditioner.” I answered as I switched between tests, comparing and contrasting, trying to make things fit.
He stopped talking after that, running his hands up and down my sides, grazing over fabric and my skin.
I drowned out into the music and the feeling of his cock deep inside me, the littlest shift and he’s rubbing into my gspot. He was relaxed back into the chair, glass of whiskey in his hand as the other held onto my waist.
I looked over to the light board, scans of his heart and brain trying to pick it apart from where I was seated…at least I was. I stopped paying attention when I felt his hand slip from my waist, down to my thigh. His middle finger slipped through my lips and started slowly rubbing my clit in a circular motion.
“Please don’t stop.” I begged out in a breath.
“But what’s the fun in that?” He leaned forward, putting his glass in the desk while making sure he was pressed firmly inside me, making a pitiful whimper leave my mouth,”look at his temporal and parietal lobe in the lateral view,” he turned the chair, I grabbed onto the arms,” along with his cerebellum in the inferior view. Look hard.”
“It’s dying, we know that.” My voice had a slight shiver to it, my legs were also starting to tremble, he still hasn’t stopped rubbing my clit.
“Why?” He started rubbing harder, I was getting wetter, my walls fluttering around him, I stayed nearly silent, besides the small gasps which were starting to turn into moans,”he’s started loosing control of his limbs, impulsive reflex’s cause by the brain, loss of vision intermittently, why?”
“Brain death?” My eyes shot from the lateral view to his inferior view,”His brain stem…he had a heart attack a-alone….” My breathing became deeper,”took the family two minutes to get to him, another five before the para-Ah fuck- medics came.” I answered,”the brain lost oxygen when his heart stopped.”
“Alright, keep going.” He rocked his hips up into me, being extra sure to use his good leg only. Now I was feeling it, my hips started rocking down onto him, his finger was moving fast and hard, I could feel my mind slipping from me.
“There’s no-othing we can do.” I kept the moan that was trying to escape out, wouldve felt wrong saying it with a moan.
“Sure it’s brain death?”
“Yes greg.” My eyes closed on their own, my back arched slightly. He stopped moving, completely,”fuck, come on.” He grabbed into my waist, keeping me still.
“You wanna cum, then give me the right answer, his brain is going to die if you don’t. Key word, going. It hasn’t yet.” He spoke close to my ear,”this is why clinic duty sucks, you get lost in the progress of a patient.”
“What?”
“He had a heart attack, we know that. The heart attack is not closely connected to this, so get that out of your head.” His tone was stern,”he’s slowly declining at the moment, recount his history, what does he do for work?” My eyes shifted around as I thought,”is your brain going dead by how deep my cock is inside of you? Should I take it out? Let you think?”
“No!” I yelped out,” he travels for business but he gets his shots.”
“Not all.” He reached to the desk and then handed me the folder whilst pulling me flush against his chest, his palm pressed to my lower stomach as I flipped through to find his travel history,”were was he a few months ago?”
“Mexico.”
“What vaccine is he missing?”
“I don’t know.”
“He got sick in Mexico, had what seemed like a cold, so he was required to get a flu vaccine by his work. It’s not on the list he didn’t feel like he needed to list it.” I blinked a few times.
“So it’s from the vaccine?” The recorded fades out and started playing a new song. He grabbed his glass of whiskey.
“Ding ding.” He threw back the rest of the glass and put it on the desk,” AMAN, found mostly in children. It causing damage to the nerve fibers, which instead of staying in his limbs, progressed to his brain-“
“Which was set off by the heart attack? Being dead for that amount of time set off his immune system?” He rolled his hips into me.
“What do we have to do?” He took the file from me and put it back on the desk,”we don’t act within the next 2 hours, he’s gonna die”.
“His brain is being paralyzed which is mimicking it dying,.plasmapheresis or IVIG, remove the antibodies from the blood.” His finger went back to my clit, regaining the speed and pressure from before.
“Perfect.” He started moving my hips so I started moving them faster, rocking up and down,”oh fuck.”
It felt like electricity was shooting up my spine, simply having his cock inside me gets me so worked up. Moans left my mouth with no warning or control. Slick coated the inside of my thighs and the sounds coming from where we were connected were obscene, but they turned me on even more.
“Gotta start doin’ this to you more, so fucking wet.” He groaned,”Fuckin squeezing me,”
I couldn’t respond, just nodded quickly while ecstasy started taking over my body, my nerves felt like they were on fire. I just kept riding him , my brain focused on finally reaching my climax.
“Greg, m’ close.” I sighed out and he let out a throaty groan. his breathing became a bit faster and so did my movements.
“I can feel it.” His index finger joined his middle finger as he rubbed my clit harshly and quickly,”I know you’re there so just let go. Cum all over my Fuckin cock like I know you want to.”
“Perfect!” I moaned out as my muscles tightened, my grip on the arms of the chair were tight, knuckles turning white. I threw my head back, my eyes were clamped shut, my movements started slowly so he took hold of my hips and kept my pace for me, even with the lack of pleasure to clit, my orgasm was still running through me.
I felt his cock start twitching, his groans becoming louder and more noticeable.
“Hope you took the pill this morning.” He commented, his nails digging into my skin as he finally came. Spilling deep inside of me, keeping most of his cock inside as he filled me up.
Soon he stopped moving me, kept me sat on his lap as his arms wrapped around my waist, holding his hands together as I grabbed one of his wrists. We were both catching our breath in the dim lit office. My body had a tremble to it, and he placed a kiss against my shoulder.
“I’d love to sit here and savor the feeling of your amazing pussy, but I have to clear a businessman’s blood so his brain can start working again.”
I let out a sigh as I shakily got off of him, his cock slid out of me and immediately I felt his cum drip down the inside of my thighs. I grabbed the edge of the desk as he fixed my thong and pulled my skirt back down. I turned around and leaned against the desk as he stood up fixing his boxers and pants.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” he grabbed his cane and started walking away,”we’ll go to my house tonight.”
He left me with that, the door closed behind him and he walked away to the patients room. I sat down in the chair, my thighs pressing together and my head resting on the head of the chair. I don’t think working after hours is gonna be such a bad thing anymore.
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how greg house spends his spare time
a/n: house drabble yipppeeee
18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead
he'll call you into his office and tell you to sit down in his chair. he'll lean over you and kiss you gently, desperate for you.
the kiss deepens, and he kisses down your neck, he kneels down (very slowly and creakily...) until his head is between your knees.
he tilts his head playfully, enjoying your flustered expression and your hands in his hair.
'p-please, greg, g-get on with it...'
'straight to the matter at hand. i like it.'
he'd tease you, kissing deep into your thighs, before slowly pressing his mouth to you and softly gliding his tongue over you, earning himself a loud moan.
'you're moans are adorable, but keep it down. if we get caught i'll never hear the end of it.'
he's surprisingly gentle, and very slow, he likes to make it last. he wants the end to feel deliciously good, but is definitely not above making you ask for it.
'i can tell it feels good by the sheer amount of noise you're making, but i'd love to hear you say it,'
'i-it feels so fucking good...don't stop...'
'thaaat's it, beg for it, whore.'
once you're finished, he'll kiss around your thighs for a bit to calm you down. he stands back up and lets you clean yourself up, and when you stand up, kisses you softly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.
'the cuddling will have to wait til we're home. wanna grab lunch? i'm starving.'
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Greg house smut please!!!!
Smut Headcanons w/Greg House
An: I know its an older fandom, but I was honestly surprised by the lack of House smut on this app.
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Warnings: smut, talks of kinks, talks of insecurities, fem!reader, House being house
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Greg is very open about what you do in bed together. You’re both there to enjoy yourselves, so you might as well get over the awkwardness
He would be relatively open to trying new things, but not everything.
He would try things like light bondage or blindfolds, but not hard core bdsm or anything.
Prefers you to call him Greg in bed, sir and daddy take the wind pit of his sales.
Although you called him Dr. House once and it definitely did something to him down there
He really likes quickies, especially at work. He’ll pull the curtains down and fuck you in his office.
Hell, he’s probably snuck you into Wilson’s office to do it if he pissed Greg off
“Greg, we cant to this im here,” you hissed as his hands explored your body before pulling your shirt over your head. “Why? Think i cant make you cum before he gets back? Besides, if he didn’t want us doing this the door would have been locked.” “It was, we broke in.” “Ops?”
He is a GOD at giving head. Cam have you Cumming on his face multiple times before he even thinks about fucking you.
Plus a few times on his fingers
He’s definitely a bit insecure about his leg. He’s sure the withered, missing muscle looks awful, plus it makes it difficult to stay up to fuck you for to long.
Luckily, he thinks you look like a goddess when you ride him. He gets to play with your bouncing tits while you fuck yourself on his dick.
He is such a boob man! Could play with them for hours, pinching and sucking Your nipples to hear your gorgeous moans and whines.
He’s a huge tease, and given how he acts around most people he can do it any time. No one thinks of anything when he makes a suggestive comment, the only clue would be your blushing figure.
Im the same breath, its easy to work him up. A low cut shirt or slight brush against his crotch will have you both fucking in some brome closet 
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His Place - Greg House.
Title: His Place - Greg House
Words: 2,003
Relations: Greg House X Reader
TW: pure smut, swearing. Vulnerable Greg.
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Smut for fic Oops - Greg House.
Made my own GIF because he is too fine in this scene!
SMUT WARNING!:
"God, I want you," He spoke against my lips. Still kissing me, not moving as if not kissing me was the worst thing he could do right now.
"Then take me," I hurried back. Already working on his top buttons. He chuckled into my mouth. He pulled away, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and simply pulling it over his head not wanting to waste time. I smirked as his hands quickly found my waist, pulling my whole body back to him so he could hastily kiss my lips. I smiled against his lips. He started walking me backwards, presumably to his bedroom. I giggled as I stopped allowing him to guide me. He pulled back to look at me slightly concerned. I chuckled as I shook my head. "I don't want to fall," I pretended, he likely understood that I was more nervous about him falling than myself.
"Then we do it where you fall," He joked, I chuckled as I playfully shook my head. He pretended to be annoyed but his smile never left his lips. He led me to his bedroom, and I looked around briefly. Struggling to draw my eyes to anything that wasn't him. He turned around at the edge of his bed, eyes on me as I continued advancing towards him. His smirk grew as I got closer. God, he's so hot!
His hands instantly magnetised to me as if they were made to be on my body. His bright blue eyes swimming in want. He pulled me in by my waist, and he swooped down to connect our lips. Kissing me hastily. His hand roamed my body as I held the back of his neck deepening the kiss. He unzipped my dress, pushing it down as I unbuttoned his jeans. He hummed pulling away slightly. He looked nervous. I watched, pulling away slightly to give him space. He must be nervous that we're going to do it in his bed like he's afraid it's a little more intimate. I get it, I mean we did just fuck in a dirty bar bathroom seems like a quick jump considering we don't even know each other's last names.
"I just," He paused slightly. Admiring me, and smiling as he moved some of my hair out of my face. It shocked me, his soft eyes and hands. I blinked a few times, my cheeks blushing instantly. "I assume we'll be naked this time so I just want to warn you about my scar," He started explaining, struggling to say it but I smiled. Silencing him with a kiss. He seemed to melt against my lips slightly. I pulled away smiling.
"A silly scar isn't going to bother me," I assured but he shook his head.
"It's not just the scar, the muscle-" He struggled for his words, quickly no longer having it in him to look me in the eyes. I placed my hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes to mine.
"You'll learn quickly I never judge," I smiled reassuringly. He seemed to think for a second, his eyes searching my expression for a sign I was lying. He smiled, placing his hand under my chin and guiding my lips to his. This kiss was different, it was slower, more precise and seemingly passionate. It wasn't a kiss that would lead to sexy it was a kiss that would lead to more kissing. I smiled against his lips. He deepened the kiss, a hand moving to my waist, slowly sliding down my ass before bending to grab the back of my knee to guide it slowly up his side before anchoring it to his hip. I smirked against his lips before he spun around me so my one foot on the floor spun around. He slowly guided me down on the bed, hovering between my legs as he came down with me.
He let go of my leg, holding his weight on his forearm by my head his other hand on my waist pulling my body up, I arched my back. Our bodies pressed together as we continued makeout slowly. The intimacy seemed to be deep and breathtaking. He sat up, his hand going to my back to sit me up with him. I smiled against his lips, he unzipped my dress, shimmying with his free hand to try and free it from my body. I giggled, pulling away to slip it off my body as he watched me intently. His eyes searched my body as I lay in only my underwear.
"Now the rest," He softly instructed. I chuckled as I shook my head, stripping myself of all my clothes completely naked in his bed. He held his breath as he looked me up and down. "Fuck, you're so hot," He commented as he came back to his previous position, his lips catching mine as he resumed our slow and meaningful makeout session. I giggled as he hummed, enjoying feeling my bare flesh under his hands. He shifted slightly. "Don't laugh," He said against my lips before sitting up and pushing himself to stand in front of me. I rested on my elbows to watch as he straightened up. He maintained eye contact with me till he pulled his hands past his thigh, he couldn't look me in the eyes once my peripheral vision caught sight of his scar.
I smiled, my eyes staying on his face as I didn't care about the scar. I don't need to see it, it's not my business. He stepped out of his jeans before looking at me, still standing in his boxers. The second his eyes landed on mine he smiled as if he were used to women staring at it. He happily took his boxers off. I bit my lip watching his dick spring free. I giggled as he grinned, quickly coming back between my legs.
"Get over her," He commented, wanting my lips on him instantly. His lips were slow, his tongue was teasing, his hands were hungry and his breath steady but fast. I dug my nails into his back slightly as my other hand held the back of his neck, keeping him close. His finger trailed through my folds making me gasp. He smirked, kissing my lips as if the interruption hadn't happened. He went to insert his finger but I pulled back giving him devious eyes and a smirk.
"I'm ready now," I explained, he studied my face before grinning and quickly kissing me. His mouth silenced me as he lined himself up to my entrance, His tongue entering my mouth to suppress my moans as he pushed deep inside me. He smiled against my lips. Pulling away to take a deep breath, I gasped, just feeling how hard and big he was inside me.
He kissed my neck, finding it easier for both of us to breathe. He pulled out before pushing deep inside me, moans filled the room as he repeated this at a slow, tantalising pace. I raised my hips to meet him each time, rolling them into him so he reached deeper inside me. Although we just met, it felt like we were making love rather than fucking and it was all that I needed. I can't remember the last time something felt this good. It feels so good I can't remember much of anything.
"Fuck," He groaned against the skin on my neck, my orgasm building. His pace never faltered, his hand holding my waist tightly as I dug my nails into his back.
"Am I scratching too hard?" I asked, barely being able to say it through my moans.
"It's perfect," He added, resting his head on my shoulder as he breathed heavily. I whimpered as I bit my lip, his hips rocking into mine as he reached my G-spot with ease. "I can feel you building up," He commented through laboured breath, I hummed as I quickly nodded. My orgasm edging closer. He seemed to recognise hearing his voice made me quiver. He kissed my shoulder as he smiled. "God, I could do this forever," I whimpered at his words. "I want to be deep inside you every night, to have you whimpering," I moaned, my back arching up as he continued. Not only with his words but with his hips, his tip hitting my G-spot repeatedly. "Just hearing you moan could make me cum," I breathed deeply, whimpering as I bit my lip. God, I'm getting so close. "Are you on birth control? I want you to feel me cum inside you," I nodded hastily, opening my eyes slightly as he admired me. His eyebrows furrowed as he was clearly holding back. I moaned at the sight. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. "God, I hope you're as close as I am," He added. I moaned, his dick hitting my G-spot the last time it needed to reach my orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I warned my nails quickly digging into his back as I practically screamed from the pleasure washing over me.
"Oh, fuck," He exclaimed before his cum shot deep inside me. I moaned as it was powerful and seemed to extend my orgasm. His hips faltered as we rode out our highs. Breathing heavily as we calmed down. His forehead rested on my shoulder as he caught his breath. I chuckled softly overcome with joy. He raised slightly to smile at me. I smiled, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled against my lips before pulling out and practically flopping on the bed beside me. I smiled up at the ceiling as I tried to stabilise my breathing. "You're not into cuddling?" He asked, I glanced over, smiling as I happily turned to snuggle into him. My head rested on his arm as I placed my hand on his chest, my lap softly draping over his. He smiled kissing my forehead before we lay, the only sound being our slowly steadying breath. Instantly exhausted my eyes felt heavy.
"Maybe next time we should just meet here," He commented, his gaze on the ceiling before glancing at me to read my reaction. I smiled knowing he too wanted to do this again. I sure as hell do.
"Yeah, the bar would ban us if they found out what activities we go up to in the bathroom," I agreed, he chuckled as he admired me. He softly stroked my hair as he pulled me in closer to him. I rested my head on his chest missing the feeling of being safe like this. I hummed happily as he rubbed my back, drawing random patterns.
"I am serious though, I do want to keep doing this," He explained, I chuckled, smiling brightly.
"So, do I," I added before he was silent but I knew we were both smiling. We lay happily before I sighed and sat up a little to look at him. He smiled, I couldn't help but smile back a little sadly. "I have to go," I explained, my sadness showing in my tone. He looked disappointed.
"Stay over," He shrugged, kissing me softly. I smiled as he sat back to watch me.
"I wish I could but I have work in the morning and I need a change of clothes," I explained reluctantly. Leaning up to kiss him. He chuckled kissing me back.
"Your dress will look perfect, who cares," He added between kisses. I giggled against his lips.
"My interviewer already saw it and it would be just my luck to see him tomorrow and everyone knows I didn't go home," I explained, Greg chuckled as he sat back and nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, maybe not the best first impression," He joked, I chuckled as I quickly kissed him before getting up.
"Bathroom?" He instructed me where to go. I went in to clean myself up. I came back to find Greg hadn't moved and his smile was still present on his lips.
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Hello there! Could you please write a Gregory House smut with a fem reader? I'm good with anything, maybe with a little exhibitionism with Wilson? Anything really, would love a dark House. Thanks!
Hello!! Sorry I took so long to reply <3 I think this is pretty dark but I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted lmao. I havent really written anything dark yet.
Let me put on a show.
(Warnings)18+!! Exhibitionism,almost prositition,smut,older man x younger woman, praise, being watched, darkish smut.
Pairing: Greg House x f/reader x James Wilson
You and Greg had been seeing each other for a little while, not necessarily in secret but private would suit the situation better. This was purely under your conditions as you didn’t want people to assume you were just fucking him to do well within your job or to have some sort of advantage. The only advantage you cared about was the advantage of fucking him almost every night. House on the other hand, he had been itching to brag about his new little toy he could play with, but under your wishes he resisted. Well for a little while. His main focus was keeping you happy, if you were happy he was definitely going be happy.
Despite this, it was clear to everyone around House that he was seeing someone as he was less of a jackass than usual and just seemed even more smug than usual. Which nobody thouht was possible.
“House, come on, I’m your best friend.” Wilson badgered on as him and house sat in the canteen.
In response to this House childishly grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth.
“sorwy, moufs kinda full.” He attempted to say, the fries smooshed, breaking his speech.
Wilson rolled his eyes, desperate to know who had been fucking his best friend.
“I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.” He threw his hands up in annoyance.
House continued to stare at him with a blank expression, clearly trying to wind Wilson up.
“I’ll buy you a drink after work if you tell me.”
House tapped his face with his finger mockily pretending to think before answering, “um no.”
Wilson who was almost defeated but also driven by curiosity let out a sigh. “$100.”
Houses face lit up as Wilson placed the note in the table.
“Sold. Thank you sir” House happily snatched the note from the table and shoved it into his pocket.
“Alright fess up. How’s been ya know…” Wilson asked eagerly
“Emptying my balls?”
Wilson scoffed in disgust but nodded his head.
“The babe with sexy eyes, ya know the one working down in the maternity ward.”
Wilson cocked his eyebrow, clearly needing more information.
House rolled his eyes. “The one with (your hair colour) and she’s about yay high. Nice legs”
Wilson thought for a minute before a puzzles looked crossed his face. “Wait. You don’t mean (y,n?)
House smirked “thats the one.”
Wilson let out a loud laugh. “Yeah okay House. And I’m fucking Jennifer Aniston. Seriously tell me. I just gave you $100.”
House looked Wilson up and down in offence. “What you don’t believe me?”
“No. Of course I don’t. You’re a handsome guy House but a girl like that gets fucked by men like Chase.”
“My mature and stern demeanour clearly turns her on. Plus I told her Chase was gay."
“If you seriously don’t believe come to mine at 8pm sharp. Trust me you’ll believe me then.”
Wilson looked at him skeptically but nodded. Wilson wasn’t all hearts and rainbows, despite him not believing House, the thought of seeing you with your mouth open contorted in pleasure was worth the risk of being scammed by House.
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You were stood in Houses kitchen, trying to decide what the two of you should eat.
“Ugh, you can’t have soup again (y,n)” House moaned.
“Why not? It’s tasty, easy and quick.” You shrugged.
House moved in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter and looking down at you.
“That’s funny. I remember you liking it long and hard.”
You scoffed at him, not breaking eye contact.
“Screw the food, I’m hungry for something else.”
He bent down and attached your lips hungrily.
You made out as you slowly walked over to the couch, being mindful of his leg.
You pushed him, his back hitting the armrest of the couch and you gently straddled him.
“Is this okay?” You ask sweetly as you lightly bit his neck.
“Perfect.”
House grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail and brought your lips to his.
As your lips were glued to one another’s House took the time to peer over at the clock which read 7:55pm.
He slowly undressed you, taking off your top and admiring the way your tits sat in your bra.
“Fuck so pretty.”
He unclip your bra with one hand and it wasn’t just his smile that grew bigger.
“Even prettier.” He smirked, looking at your exposed chest.
You giggled and started to take off Houses shirt as he slipped his fingers under your skirt and panties.
“Mhm nice and soaked for me baby, good girl.”
He circled your clit with his two large fingers and you practically cried out, desperate for more. You started to grin onto his hand and let out a pathetic whimper.
House looked back over to the clock- 7:59pm-
Show time.
He unbuttoned his jeans and waisted no time in entering you. It was sudden, he didn’t even take off your skirt or panties, just moved them to the side.
You let out a pornographic moan as he push up into you so suddenly and started to bounce up and down, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open.
“Say my name baby.” House ordered you. Knowing he wanted Wilson to know exactly who was making you feel this good. He wanted Wilson to know he was in fact the one who could make you cum whenever he decided to.
It was exactly 8pm as Wilson stood outside House's apartment door. He was hesitant to enter. He could hear the sounds of two bodies slamming against one another and the chants of his best friends name over and over.
Fuck the idea of seeing you on the verge of cuming made his blood rush to his pants.
He open the door carefully, the sounds of you already becoming louder.
House heard the door and circled his fingers around your clit in hopes you would become louder.
Now Wilson could see you in all your glory. Your face contorted in pure pleasure.
“Fuck. House gonna cum. You fuck me so good.” you whined.
Wilson stared with his mouth agape completely in awe of the way your body moved and the sounds that graced your lips. He felt like such a creep, but he couldn’t stop watching.
“Cum for me baby” House grunted out whilst peering over at Wilson.
Your head jolted back, exposing the veins in your neck as you reached your peak. You let out a pathetic whimper as House continued to fuck your overstimulated cunt.
Wilson couldn’t bear it any longer. He swiftly made his way out of the apartment completely horny and with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Little did he know, you knew all about this little arrangement.
House had told you before hand and showed you the crisp $100 dollar bill he’d received if you put on your best show. You were hesitant at first, but your were a broke trainee and $100 is $100. You could put on a show. Make the dirtiest moans you could.
Once House pulled out of you, you both stared at each other and began to laugh.
“Well how was I?” You asked, feeling pretty proud of the performance you just put on.
“Excellent. You could be a real porn star.” He smiled at you.
“How do you know I’m not” you cocked an eyebrow.
“ I would have seen it by now.” he mocked
You both laughed and sat for a while.
“Okay on a real note I am actually very hungry can we get food now please?” You whined as you began to dress again.
“After that show, how could I refuse” House grabbed the $100 and placed it into your bra.
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Hi can I request something for House, like where the reader is helping take care of him after the episode where he loses the patient that he decided to remove the girls leg (sorry I don't remember the episode number) Anyway basically though the reader and House have been hiding their feelings until after that incident so while she is taking care of him they get together (hints at smut)
My new addiction
Warnings: cursing, mention of medical things, mentions of smut, amputation mention, age gap?? Reader is like 35 and House is like over 45, angst, fluff? Mentions of alcohol and alcoholism, mentions of underage drinking, implied smut
Today sucked, like royally sucked, there was a crane that collapsed so House went to go handle patients on the field. A patient was trapped under rubble and House amputated her leg which resulted in her dying anyways. And House was in a mood, a self-destructive mood. He wouldn’t admit it but he felt bad in his own twisted way. He went home the second you called time of death, well after insulting you and the team for a good few minutes. And the worst part was, he still had no clue what was wrong with the patient. You stayed for about an hour, wrapping up notes on the patient before going home. You tried to go to sleep but you couldn’t, you were worried about House. As twisted and fucked up as it was you had managed to fall for the ass, you tried to hide it and ignore it as best you could but you still cared about him. You got in your car and drove to his apartment, just to check in on him.
You knocked, at least 10 times, “HOUSE! I know you’re in there, its me…” you waited a while, but it looks like he wasnt gonna answer. As you started to turn around the door opened. “You really should give a cripple more time to answer the door ya know.” He said, it was obvious he hadn’t gotten any sleep either. “You could’ve said something.” You stated, he opened the door the rest of the way, motioning for you to come in. You were wearing a tank top and pj pants considering you didnt bother changing, and you didnt have a bra on, something House took immediate notice of. “If you had told me what you were wearing I would’ve been much quicker in answering the door,” he said as you walked in, not bothering to hide the fact he was shamelessly checking you out. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath as you walked towards the couch. There was a half empty bottle of scotch on the table, he sat down next to you, he smelled like whisky and mint. He poured you a glass and offered you some, “no thanks,” you said waving him off, “what, scared that if you’re inebriated the sexual tension will be to much to handle.” He said before downing the glass. “How much have you had to drink?” You ask, ignoring his previous comment, hoping that he was too drunk to notice how flushed you got. “I lost count,” he said pouring another glass, “well i think thats a good enough indicator you should stop” you said, taking the glass from him. “How about passing out as a stoping indicator?” He said, trying to get the glass back, but you took both the glass and the bottle into the kitchen.
“So who was it?” He said as you sat down across from him as he was now sprawled out along the couch leaving no room for you to sit there. “What?” You asked, “Who in your family was the drunk? Dad, mom? Sibling that went off the rails, creepy Uncle?” He said motioning to nothing in particular. “What makes you think someone in my family was a drunk?” You asked, hiding your distaste for the smell. “Well, you have no alcohol in your apartment, ive never seen you drink, and you clearly hate the smell. And i know its not a religious thing because you don’t believe in any God.” He says, staring at you expectantly. “My boss, he was an egomaniacal drunk who couldn’t cope with loosing a patient so he would go home and drink himself half to death.” You fired back, he just laughed and rolled his eyes. “I can deal with the fact a patient died” “clearly” you scoffed “so, who was it?” He said, not dropping the subject, “you can’t take a hint can you?” You said, “I got the hint you had the hots for me.” He said back bluntly. Shit, “It was me,” you said a desperate attempt to change the subject to ANYTHING else, “I was the drunk, nearly killed myself. I was knocking down shots from 13 to 16. And then I had to get my stomach pumped, I was sick for days, never drank since” you said, turning away, “so you do have the hots for me.” He returned, clearly amused. “I do not.” You said, trying to keep a straight face. “You do, because if you didn’t you would’ve just ignored my comment, instead you deflected because you’re embarrassed, so you decided to answer my previous question.” He says in that voice when he is finds the final piece of the puzzle “Thats why you came to see me, you were worried about me.” “Do you always have to over analyze House?” “Do you always have to deflect y/n?” “Fine, I was worried about you,” you say, knowing he wouldn’t drop the subject “Why?” He says, “you know why…” “I want you to say it.” He said, sitting up. “Because I like you, unfortunately for me.” You returned, turning to face him. You stood up, and so did he, you were now face to face, you could smell the alcohol on his breath, and god it smelled good, you wondered how it would taste. “I dont need coddling you know” he said, “I know,” You started into eachothers’ eyes for what seemed like forever, “I-I should go,” you stammered, “don’t,” he muttered, running his hand along your arm, your breath was getting faster, your chest rising and falling faster, “House..” you whispered, trying to resist the urge to drop everything and let the moment swallow you both. Your eyes flickered to his lips, and you wanted this, you have for so long. Finally you gave in, closing the distance between you and pulling him into a kiss, he did taste good. Your hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer, wanting to feel him pressed up against you. Wanting him to engulf you, and so did he. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tugged on his hair. “I want you,” you said, and that was all either of you needed in the moment.
The next morning you woke up in his bed, both your clothes littered around the floor. Thank god he was still asleep, you got your things and got out, praying you had time to go home and shower before work.
You were late but House didn’t care, and neither did you.
I hope you liked it, i am currently on a road trip so I’ll probably be writing more, and I am working on your second request
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Where are all the Greg House x Reader fics? 😿
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Heyyy, can i request a dr house x reader smut where she picks him up at a bar and they sleep together and then the next day is her first day at a new job and he is her boss (yes this is the plot of the first episode of greys anatomy)
HERE WE GO AGAIN
I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this but i did and sorry about if i miss spell something
That was my last night getting drink, and my first and last time bring someone
Home. “wake up you have to leave and i have to go work” what time is it….8:07
Shit “five more minutes” he groans “you need to get up and go, or i'm going to be more late than i am” where is my bra? “I think you're looking for this,” he said as he held my bra in his hand. “Thank you but, seriously you have to go” shit it’s 8:19 “don’t worry about being late” he said as he put his shirt on “what do you mean ?” i say as i make my way to the bathroom “don’t worry about getting in trouble” he claim as he limp toward me “when i'm done peeing i will leave” “I still don't understand” i said looking confused “you don’t need to understand, just have a good day, ok foxy” and with that he walks out of the bathroom and leaves.
“Dose anyone knows where doctor house office is” i really hope i don't get fired take the elevator two three floors up and take a right right down the hall” one of the nurse tell me “hi im sorry im lat…” you got to be fucking kidding me. “House this is good you have a six year old who had a heart attack, and just had a heart transplant” the brunette girl said “hold on cameron '' he said as he turned my way “see foxy i told you dont worry about being late”. He said with smirk.
Flashback to last night
“You need to get out more and have fun” my friend said “you know i'm a homebody, i like to stay home and read, not being outside with people '' i hate it here. “Let’s play a game, it's called find your man” she said as she take a sip of her drink “alright” i said as i roll my eyes “look 3 o'clock” she said and oh my god this man was 6 feet, salt and pepper thing going on with his hair, and the scrub would be so nice in between my leg, and those eye are so blue and powerful i would do anything he asked. “Ok now what?” i asked “you get up go on the dance floor and dance and hopefully he’ll get behind that” she said happily “alright here i go” i said as I took a shot.
I got on the floor and the DJ started to grind with me and I started to feel the music. I sway my hips from side to side running my hands through my hair. I feel someone walking behind me ‘I've been seeing you eye me from the side of the room, pretty bold” he says as he puts his hands on my waist and starts to flow with me ‘while I have a good eye for good things” I say as I back into him more. “Well I like to play with good and pretty things” he whispered in to my ear “well how bout you come back to my place and play with me” i say as i turn around and wrap my arms around his neck “lead the way”.
Time skip
This man has a mouth on him i thought as he work his tongue into my mouth “mmm” i moan into his “your lips are soft, i wonder if the ones between your legs are the too” he said as he makes his way down my neck “take this off” i say as a unbuckle his belt. Wow” is what i say when i seen his cock " Take a picture it'll longer” he said with a wink. I started with a long lick from the base to the top of the shaft “shit” he said as he looked down at me. I took as much as i could down my throat which as lot “fuck” he said as he throw his had back “mmmm” i started to hum.
on his dick which made him push hand father down his cock and i began to gag “thats a good girl, letting me fuc- shit- fuck your throat” his legs began to shake “fuck baby im bout to cum” i start to play with his balls to make him cum quicker “shit shit shit fuck” he say out loud and push my head down as his cum shot into the back of my throat “be a good girl and sallow it” i sallow it and open to show him “come on show me your bedroom” he said as he help me up. I led him to my room “strip and get on the bed for me” I gave him a little strip and made my way to the bed. He takes the rest of his clothes and climbs on top of me. “You got a condom or something?” he asks “im on birth control” i say with a smile. He push the tip in and my god is it big “oh shit” i say as he pushes himself all the way in. he began to rock his hip back and forth into me shit “your tight” he said as he grunt into my neck “more please more” i moan out loud. This man is making my bed rock “fuck im going to cum” i tell him as i look him the eyes “come on cum on this cock” and thats all i need to cum “FUCCCCK!!!!” i just now that the neighbors are going to be mad in the moring “fuck im close” He say as he speeds up the paced “oh shit oh shit oh-” he filled me with all his cum and fell on top of my “that was good.. I am crushing?“ he asks as he kisses my neck “not at all” i say with a smile. “Where are you going?” I asked as he got up and walked away “to pee” he said as he limped away. He return back with a towel and cleaned me off. “Can’t leave you all stick” he said as throw the towel on the floor. I move closer to him and laid my head on his chest. “This isn't bad for the first one night” i said as i closed my eyes “yeah me too” he said as drift to sleep.
“I told you not to worry foxy” and that's how i ended up here
if feel like this isn't my best work
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masterlist
smut is tagged with ☆
harry potter:
call of duty:
könig
first time w könig blurb ☆
sub! könig riding blurb ☆
simon ‘ghost’ riley
rough mission? give your bf some head! ☆
johnny ‘soap’ mactavish
john price
lust for life (professor price x student reader) ☆
alejandro vargas
alejandro vargas x thiccckkkk reader ☆
philip graves
oneshots + hcs
141 + könig react to you wearing thigh highs ☆
141 + könig, alejandro,n rudy with thick thighed s/o
141 + alejandro rudy konig graves with plus size s/o
house m.d:
dr gregory house
robert chase
your houses kid and he just wants to treat u good
james wilson
u just wanna have fun but james is mean :(
clear your mind ☆
allison cameron
house is spying on you, cute lovey dovey w my girl
spider-man atsv:
miguel o’hara
a jealous man ☆
riding miguel drabble ☆
brat ☆
hobie brown
music to his ears ☆
peter b. parker
miles morales
earth 42! miles x reader fluff
pavitr prabhakar
the outer banks:
rafe cameron
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Building Houses and Burning Bridges Pt 10: Should you suck him or rub him?
Summary:
It seems, oddly enough, that Gregory House lives to annoy you. He takes 'arseholish boss' to the next level. Wake up in the morning, ready to have breakfast, and drive to the hospital where you both work? Nope, you're getting a text that says you're late to his impromptu 4:30 AM meeting where he's had the 'breakthrough of the century' on the team's latest case. Get your hair cut and walk into work, for once feeling confident? Nope, he's saying that he would have done a better job blinded, hands tied and going through Vicodin withdrawals. Finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, prove him wrong and attempt to wipe the cockiness off his face? Nope, you're simply slow because you didn't get to your diagnosis quicker and weak-willed because you didn't fight him for it in the beginning. Everything House does infuriates you, and it seems everything you do infuriates him. No wonder you end up pinned to the wall of your apartment and groping him like your life depends on. And knowing House, it very may well.
Warnings: Adult language, mature themes, eventual smut, female protagonist, no reference of y/n
Rating: 18+ MDNI
Current Status: Ongoing
Masterlist: Building Houses and Burning Bridges
Next Chapter:
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You jolt awake in the night; a chilly breeze through the window or an odd nightmare that was already fading from your memory. Whatever it was, you thrash against the blanket and suck in sharp breaths of air. You blearily gaze around the room when a shiver creeps up your spine and you find him sitting in the corner armchair.
“You’re a creep.” You croak out.
House raises his glass of bourbon in admission. You can only see the vague silhouette of him lit up by the light drifting in from the street; the glint of his glass, the dark shadows of his brow and cheekbones. You stay like that for a few minutes, gazing at each other. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness, and while he sips, you drink in the sight of him. The new stubble lining his face, the whites of his eyes, the curl of his lip.
You break the silence with a quiet question. “How was work?”
You realise it’s dumb as soon as you say it. So much had happened from work to here, where you lay, naked in his bed. You roll yourself over to your side, fully facing him.
House stares at you, and nothing is revealed on the stony plane of his face. “Cameron asked about you.”
You blink. Not like House to avoid the question, but you play into him. “What’d you say?”
His jaw clenches. “I didn’t know what to say.”
You hear his glass clink against the bedside table, and he groans. He shifts in his chair, and you can make out his hands being dragged down his face. His voice is muffled behind his palms, and you squint. “Huh?”
House just groans again, and you’re blinded when he reaches over swiftly and flicks on the lamp. You stop yourself from hissing, and just fling the blankets over your head. Only when you stop seeing white on the dark of your eyelids do you gradually lower it again.
House is staring at you, and while your eyes still sting from the brightness, you appreciate being able to see him. He grinds his teeth. “I said, do you know how annoying that is?”
You blink, stopping yourself from trying to memorise the detail of his neck, and draw your eyes back to his. “What, Cameron asking you a question? Scandalous, I know.”
House scoffs in disbelief, but it doesn’t hold the same bite it used to. It’s softer somehow, here in the pillowy, blanketed expanse of his bedroom. “Even now- Even now, when you’re running on a few hours of sleep and you’re not even fully awake yet, you’re a smart arse.” You clench your jaw as he throws his hands up softly, defeated. “No, no, not Cameron asking. It was not knowing what to say.”
You don’t say anything, and his eyes flick to yours. “I know a lot of things; more than every patient in the clinic combined, more than the snot nosed kids and helicopter parents. But I didn’t know what to say to Cameron.” He leans back in the chair, and scoffs at the ceiling. “I could’ve said your pimp raised your hours or that you were being treated next door by Wilson, and she could go shave her head with you, if she likes. And instead I stood there, and couldn’t think of anything.”
You don’t know how to reply, and he clenches his jaw, blinking away something in his eye, before he takes another sip of his drink.
“House.” Your voice is soft but it still sounds too loud in the sudden silence that envelops you both.
You don’t know how to say it, how to ask. You can feel the words lodging in your throat, trying to bubble out and instead being barricaded inside. So, you shift yourself back towards the edge of the mattress, and raise the blanket up with one arm as an invitation. You see his adam's apple bob and his eyes flick to yours. It’s one thing to fall asleep in the same bed after exhausting sex. It’s another to consciously make the decision to lay with each other- somehow, it felt more vulnerable, more raw, more intimate than what you two had done earlier.
It’s just sex. House’s words from earlier ring out and you can almost see them fluttering through his head right now.
Fine. It’s just sex. You start to lower your arm, rescinding your invitation. But House moves, staring into your eyes all the while, raising himself to his feet and you smile at him. Not a toothy, cocky smile, but a soft one that has your dimple showing.
House groans, his hand whipping to his leg. “Argh!” He’s unsteady on his feet and falls back with a ‘hrumph’ into his chair.
You don’t realise how hard you’re gripping the sheet until you sit yourself up and drag half the bedding with you. “Are you okay?”
House scoffs. “If you call missing muscle and cripple inducing pain okay, then yes, I’m okay.”
You roll your eyes, relaxing slightly. House sees your reaction, and sighs. “It’s just- it’s just a bad pain day. Trying to fuck the shit out of gorgeous women puts a bit of a strain on me.”
You gulp, slightly. “I’ll have to tell that woman off when I meet her.”
House’s breath is sharp and hissing through his nose, but he still manages to scoff. “Don’t do that.”
You can feel your pulse jumping in your neck. “Do what?”
“Don’t sit there and act like some insecure teenage girl who didn’t get asked to prom- you’re gorgeous, and if you pretend you’re not, it makes you look like a gorgeous idiot.”
You laugh, but still feel your cheeks flushing. “House, one time I walked into work, you asked me if a dog chewed me up and spit me back out.” You raise your hands in defence. “I’m not trying to fish for your compliments- I know I’m not the girl in magazines and I’m not like Cameron or Cuddy. I learnt that a long time ago and I’ve learnt to live with it.”
House looks repulsed. “You actually are an idiot then.” You roll your eyes, and he shakes his head in disbelief, still hissing in pain. “Yes, you’re not anorexic or bulimic or some giraffe looking model. And I can’t get enough of you. If you think that I’m not going to compliment you, and tell you truthfully that you’re beautiful, because you weigh more than some pubescent teenage girl beauty standard bullshit, you’re an idiot.”
He’s staring at you from beneath his brow, “Get me a bottle of vicodin from the cupboard, and I’ll show you what I really think about you.” You can practically see the dirty images across his mind. You, pinned beneath him, getting praised and worshipped and adored by House’s depraved self.
Your cheeks are definitely aflame now but you manage to force out a soft laugh. “I don’t know how you managed to say all that when you’re in that much pain.”
As if remembering his pain, House groans loudly, deep from the back of his throat, as his hand rubs over his leg. You try not to focus on the way that sounds make you throb, and you swing your feet over the side of the bed. You see House’s eyes cling to you, to the skin hidden by the bed sheets covering you. You smirk, and simply grab a discarded shirt from the floor, slipping your arms into it. The bedsheets drop, and you hear House inhale sharply at the sight of your bare chest, but then you poke your head through successfully and cover yourself again with the t-shirt.
House’s t-shirt. It’s got some sort of graphic across the front and you vaguely recall it from House’s so called ‘fashion week’ that occurred after Cuddy demanded he wear a doctor’s coat. You slide to your knees in the space between House and the bed, and he shifts his hips slightly towards you.
“Round two?” He asks, smirking down at you.
You laugh, and reach towards the bedside table. “How can you be that horny in that much pain?”
House’s blue eyes track your movements. “It’s one of my many talents.”
You grab the small tube and close the drawer, turning back to House. His eyes flick down to the Deep Heat tube, and trail down you, snagging on your bare thighs. His breath is uneven as he speaks. “How’d you know that I kept that there?”
You look up to him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll be honest- I’ve gone through your entire apartment by this point. I know where you keep your birth certificate, let alone some cream.”
He huffs. “‘Should have expected you to be a detective too.”
“As if you didn’t do the same thing at my place.”
House stares down at you for a moment before he speaks. “You’ve got me there. You found my birth certificate and I found your collection of raunchy pornography, so I guess we’re even.”
You unscrew the lid and squeeze some cream onto your hands. It warms near instantly. “Ha ha. I don’t keep porn, only a box of sex toys.”
Your eyes flick back up at his silence to see House’s hooded gaze as he stares at the apex of your thighs, seemingly entranced, and you shake your head. “Take your pants off, House.”
He blinks, shuddering in a breath. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He shimmies himself out of his pyjamas- some flannel pants that you might have called him an old man for another night. But tonight, when he shakes and his leg spasms as he finally strips his pants, you resist.
You don’t comment on his laboured breathing when he leans back against the chair, and you simply scooch closer until you’re enclosed by his knees. His hand reaches forward, threading into your tousled hair and pulling it, gently enough to drag your eyes up to his.
House stares down his nose at you, and you remain like that for a moment, staring at each other. You could stare at him forever, you think. Study the lines of his face and the blues of his eyes for your whole life, the same way a cartographer memorises the planes and the dips of a landscape or a crazed artist obsesses over the cool blue of the ocean. Memorise the notch in his brow or the lines under his eyes or the sharp slope of his cheekbone.
A smile tugs at his lips. “You are gorgeous.”
Your brow crinkles. “Now you’re only saying that because I’m on my knees.”
His hand tightens at the roots of your hair, and his grip is more sharp. “You’ll believe me. Eventually. It’ll take me fucking that insecurity out of you and maybe getting Wilson to join, but it’ll work.”
You laugh, cheeks aflame. “‘You sure you could handle that? Last I checked you hated the idea of me taking on Chase by myself, let alone your buddy.”
His jaw ticks, and you can’t tell if his sharp inhale is his pain or the mention of Chase. “That’s because Chase is a snot-nosed ‘yes-man’.”
You roll your eyes half-heartedly. “Stop with the squabbling and let me work.”
His hand loosens at your head, and you lean forward, gingerly smoothing the cream down his bare leg. House flinches at the touch, and you hear him grunt when your fingers trail over the silvery mass gouged out of his thigh. You work gently, and even softer when the grip on your hair tightens, stinging your scalp, and his breath racks through his chest, leaving him heaving. You massage the heated cream into his skin, working in circles and with both hands, pushing into the surrounding muscle and working it into the silvery scar. When it’s absorbed, and his thigh is warm to the touch, you continue working him with your hands, pushing down on the muscle and easing back in a soft massage.
House swallows above you. “I think this is better than the blowjob.”
You smile up at him, mockingly. “Really?”
His head falls back against the chair, and he groans. You clench your legs at the way the sound makes your core tighten, and focus on ensuring your hands continue to work. “Actually, we should do both to test it.”
You laugh at his hopeless attempt, and his head tilts back down as he looks at you. “How’d you learn this? I’ve had masseuses do much worse.”
You narrow your eyes in a faux-glare, applying more pressure to his thigh. “I thought you knew everything about me.”
His hands abandon your hair, and he runs them through his own hair, his adams apple bobbing as he does so. “There’s always things to learn. I didn’t know what you were like in bed, and now I know you’re a slutty little thing that loves to-”
“I got a certificate in massage therapy,” You cut him off. “While I was studying. It was easy enough and I thought it would come in useful if I ended up flunking out of being a doctor.”
“You? Flunking out? In your dreams- or nightmares, I suppose.”
You shrug softly. “It’s always good to have a back-up plan.”
He chuckles. “By that logic, what was your backup plan for your backup plan?”
“Get a sugar daddy.”
House’s eyes drop to yours immediately, searching for facetiousness. You simply smirk up towards him and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his thigh. Your staple, you suppose. You couldn’t argue against it. Kissing House’s thigh and getting that pupil-blown reaction was worth it. “Did that help at all?”
He blinks. “You can kiss it again and I’ll tell you. Or I have something else you can kiss.”
You ease your massage, now only working softly and lightly. “I meant the massage.”
His blue eyes are soft when he gazes down at you, staring at you appreciatively.. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Do you want me to get you some vicodin too?”
He sighs fully. “I could kiss you, you addict-enabling goddess.”
You roll your eyes, easing yourself to your feet. House leans forward as if shocked by the separation of your hands from his thigh, and you stand between his legs, letting your hands rest on his cheeks. They must reek of the cream, but he makes no move to resist you as you rub your thumbs against his stubble and trace the edges of his face. His shirt falls past the apex of your thighs, but his hands reach forward, slinking under the material and grasping your arse. You gasp, and move closer to him, his face coming closer to your breasts.
He squeezes your cheeks, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He gazes up at you, drinking in your reaction and hiss when his hand slaps against your arse, leaving a stinging sensation and a light, blotchy mark. He does it again, and you nudge into him, gasping lightly. You squeeze your legs together. “That wasn’t a kiss.”
He smirks. “My mistake. I’ll remedy it.”
His hands shift to your hips, gripping them and tugging you down slightly. When you’re lower, one hand reaches up, wrapping around your neck and pulling you towards him. It’s a bit awkward at that angle, but you bring yourself closer, lower, until you’re level with him. He leans forward, placing his lips against yours, and your hands move from his face to run through his hair as he deepens the kiss. He licks against your teeth and you give into him, letting him explore your mouth as his hand threads into your hair, pinning you in place. He’s warm and he’s demanding and he’s House, and you feel your core tighten.
When you pull apart, you rest your forehead against his, sucking in air. “I’ll go get your pills.”
“Forget about ‘em.” He says, trying to drag you back to his lips. You laugh, and pull back, and he lets you step back, away from him.
When you return, and pass him two pills, to which he glares at you mockingly for not bringing him the whole container, you retreat back to bed. You feel his eyes on your bare legs, and especially on the rosy print on your arse. You tug the blankets up and gaze at House as he throws back the pills and groans. He thumbs his glass, finishing the dregs of his drink, and then he lifts his head and stares at you with his cool eyes.
You’re back to where you started. This time, you find the words.
“Come here, House.”
He furrows his brow. “And if I don’t? You’ll… what? Tie me up and make me?”
You roll your eyes in mirth. “Turn the lamp off and come to bed. Please.”
His cool gaze remains on you, and it’s almost calculating- weighing the pros and cons, the possibilities and the certainties of what your request entails. But maybe it’s the light yawn you let out, or the bleary blink of your eyes, or the not so subtle inhale of his shirt. Whatever it is, House’s gaze softens, and he reaches over, flicking off the lamp.
You can’t see anything as your eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, but you can hear him. He still winces when he raises himself to his feet, but the sound is soft and nowhere near his prior pained yelp. He hobbles the slight distance to the bed and there’s the sound of shuffling and twisting sheets and blankets as he gets into the bed.
And then he’s beside you. Here.
You listen to each others breathing, neither one of you saying a word. Your eyes adjust, and you see the shape of him, darkened and identified by the sharp cut of his cheeks and the whites of his eyes. He’s staring at you too, and you wonder how much he can make out in the dark. Does he see the faded scars on your face or the tilt of your lips? Or does he see further, into you, and see all the thoughts and desires and twisted wants filling your head as you stare at him?
House is the first to break the silence, and does so by scooching closer. “Get over here.”
You chuckle quietly at his demand, but obey, shuffling closer until your arm brushes his. “I never took you as a cuddler.”
Somehow, even in the dark you can tell he’s rolling his eyes. But he doesn’t resist your observation, and rather he slips his hand under you, clinging to your back and drawing you even closer. You swing your arm out, to make sure you don’t suffocate in his shoulder, but more importantly to wrap around him too. There’s more shuffling and twisting from the both of you, but eventually, you find a comfortable position. You’re tucked into his side and his other hand rests on your thigh, drawing you leg across his hip. You ask him if that’s alright, if it hurts his leg, if he’s fine, and he scoffs lightly. “My leg won’t ever stop me from having you this close.” As if to emphasise your position, he rolls his hips forward, dragging himself against your bare core. But even House, it seems, is tired, because he relaxes and takes it no further.
Both of your hands are wrapped around his waist, and you nuzzle your face into him, inhaling him and the smell of whiskey, detergent, and House. He laughs down at you, softly. “And you said I was the cuddler.”
“‘Shuddup.” You say, but the word is muffled in the fabric of his shirt. You twist your head, and kiss his bicep where his sleeve has risen up. He swallows, and you get the sense the rise and fall of his rib cage stutters.
You drift off like that, clinging to House. His breathing deepens, and as you fall asleep, you feel him shift slightly, before he kisses your head.
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✨Spicy✨ Wilson Gets It Up When He’s Drunk Because He Doesn’t Have Whiskey Dick He’s Just Gay fic should be up tonight!
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Dr.house- a proper fuck(smut)
I apologize for how long it took me to write this. I hope you enjoy!
6-14-23
Words-3.1k
Kinda(?) edited?
Your pov-
It's been a month since Greg's been shot, he hasn't gone to work. I've taken over for him, but sometimes Cuddy or Wilson will use the team for extra help. Greg's new favorite thing since he realized he could run again...was running. I'm not arguing, he's got some nice legs. But, he like to go for runs at night. Just getting up, throwing on his running shorts and shoes, grabbing his iPod and earbuds and just leaving.
Like tonight, I was finishing up a patient report on the couch, resting against him as he watched Tv, his legs kicked up on the coffee table. Then all of a sudden, he pushed me off of him simultaneously kicking his legs off the table. I just watched him leave. I'm not gonna stop him from running. He's finally got free mobility, let him enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
"I'll be back." He pointed at me as he opened the door and quickly walked through it, closing it behind him. I rolled my eyes and laid down on the couch,the arm of it below my shoulder blades, I put my knees up resting the file against it as I continued writing.
He didn't get back till eleven thirty and He left at ten. He didn't come to the bedroom first, he went straight to the bathroom and showered, It's very appreciated. I was laying in bed, my knees up as my book was against the front of my thighs, which was covered by the comforter. I flipped the page of my book, the Tv was also on, anything to keep me awake at this point. If I fell asleep, I'd soon be woken up anyways to move my position because he demands to have a hot women laying against his chest at night. But I also demand to have an arm draped over my back and hand sat on my ribs to sleep anyways.
Two people desperate for human touch, it's kind of perfect. Though some interactions in the workplace can inappropriate, like a grab to my ass as he walks past me, even if I'm actively with a patient. He's the gropey one, I just like to be near him when I can.
I started reading the next page as the bedroom door pushed open, the only light being the lamp on my nightstand. His hair was damp and fluffy from being towel dried,said towel wrapped around his waist. Yum.
He walked past the bed to the dresser throwing me a glance, I was still trying to read this book.
"How was your run?" I asked as the top dresser drawer opened.
"It's was good." He looked back at me as he threw his boxers to the bed. Closing the drawer and going to his pants drawer,"where'd you get that book?"
"Cameron, she finished it. Gave her one of mine and she gave me one of hers." I explained , turning the page. He hummed, I was waiting for some snarky remark, but it didn't come. He just tossed the towel to end of the bed and put his boxers and pants on. I didn't watch him, this part of the book was good. Pretty blasphemous, but who doesn't wanna get fucked by a hot priest?
He stepped out of the room to put the towel back in the bathroom, walking back in quickly after.
"What's it about?" He asked as he walked to his side of the bed. I slid the tip of my finger under the page as he pulled up the comforter snd sheets, proceeding to get under them.
"I don't think you wanna know." I glanced at him as he rested on his side, his right forearm was sunken into his pillows. He leaned in as I looked back to the page and I saw his eyebrow raise from my peripheral view.
"By the words wet, priest, and cock...It's religious erotica." A light chuckle tinged the word erotica. I shrugged before grabbing the bookmark from the night stand, my right leg straightening out. I slipped the decorated piece of paper into the bind and closed it, placing it next to the lamp.
I looked back at him, his left hand now snaked under the cover, placed on my thigh.
"run didn't tire you out?" I asked, my left leg falling a bit more open subconsciously.
"Not even close." I leaned closer to him to catch his lips on mine and he sat up a bit taller. His left hand moving to my right hip pulling me closer to him. My left hand came to hold the back of his head as his lips moved heatedly with mine.
The smell of his body wash filled my senses. my finger carding smoothly through his dry,yet damp, hair. Moments like these remind me on how stupidly obsessed I can be about him. My right leg straighten out as I pushed up closer to him, propping up on my left arm. My hips twisted, my right leg sweeping over his. I slowly started coming up to my knees, pushing him into the head board and his pillows. His hands sat on my hips, my hand was still on the back of his head, though my right was on his bare shoulder.
Now would be a good time to mention what I'm wearing. Dark red panties, bikini style. And his black Mötley Crüe T-shirt. A rather usual sleeping outfit of mine, his shirts were just comfier, plus I do the laundry.
He pushed my hips down to his thigh, I didn't realize I was hovering over it. Force of habit. I pulled away from him as he took hold of the bottom hem of the shirt. he sat up closer to me as he pulled it off and threw it to the left side of the room. Placing a kiss to my lips as a hand slid around to my lower back, pulling me closer as we kissed down my jaw.
"As much as I love the sweet shit," I started, he didn't look at me or stop, his beard tickled my skin, his lips nipping at my skin, taking his time to find that spot on my splenius," I'd prefer to just be fucked."
"Or you could just shut up?" He pulled away from my neck only to say that sentence before going back to my neck. His right hand sliding up my ribs to grab my breast in his hand, his finger tips pressing into it. I pushed further in his palm, Gaining a small hum from him. his tongue swiped over my skin before he placed an open mouth kiss to his favorite hickey area, his teeth soon joining in as he sucked on the skin.
I could feel myself getting wetter and in desperate need of more. if he wasn't wearing pants he'd probably feel how wet I'm growing against his thigh. He placed a kiss to the new hickey on my skin. his left thumb hooking in the band of my panties, his finger tips pressing onto the plush of my ass. Then his hands slid up to my waist.
"Get off." I lifted my right leg off and over him. I came to stand at the edge of the bed and he came up to standing as well. I slid my panties down my legs and kicked the away towards the wall. He was looking down at me, his right brow raised and then he glanced to the bed, then back to me. The right corner of his like curling up, getting that lusted gleam in his eye.
I got the hint, if he can run...he fuck me properly, especially with no pain. Don't get me wrong I love riding him, but now he's got the full control to fuck me how ever he wants.
I crawled onto the bed, resting down on my forearms, my chest sinking into the mattress as my ass stayed in the air. My legs spread apart perfectly for him.
"My god." His tone was almost star strucken. Which would make sense,in these few years he's never seen me like this. I've ridden him reverse and been bent over his desk, but it's not like this. My right cheek rested on the top of my palm as I looked back at him, his pants already off, his eyes stuck on my ass.
"Stop ogling and Fuck me already," I wiggled my ass a little to encourage him,"I'm tired."
"I can tell, you're getting bitchy." I rolled my eyes as He took hold of my hips, pulling me closer to him. He let his right hand slid down my ass and thigh before grabbing his cock. Stroking it a few time before letting his head slide through my folds, spreading my slick over my clit and lips. His left hand slid up and down my waist, as his head rubbed my clit. His tip finally sat at my core, no words have been exchanged. He being entranced in what he's about to do, and me excited for what's about to happen. If he's good with his mouth and his fingers, and his cock already makes me crumble...well then this must be the Fuckin golden goose.
This position was actually quite comfortable, pretty relaxing. I pushed back into him a bit, perfectly timing it when he pushed into me. Sliding way more then just the tip in, taking me by surprise.
"Oh-God!" I choked out, grabbing the sheets in my hands, my forehead on the top of my left hand.
"Now that's good." He slid out, keeping his tip In and pushing in again, deeper this time. My walls clinging around him as he stretched me out. He didn't stop if give me time to settle, just kept sliding out and pushing back in, his tip never leaving though. My moans built up from simple breathy ones to elongated pleasure filled ones as his pace increased. Hit tip hitting that sweet spot deep inside me each time he bottoms out.
I could imagine what he looked like. Eyes closed, head back. His lips parted as groans left his mouth. He'd look down occasionally, Watching his cock thrust in and out of me, seeing how my cum soaked him. watching how creamy was pussy was getting because of him.
"This is why I like fucking you." He said, leaning down, rolling his hips into my ass as he placed an open mouth kiss to my shoulder. Goosebumps spreading down my right arm and side, his lips were down by ear,"pussys always so damn good."
My right arm straightened out as I grabbed the sheets in my fist, also giving myself some support. my body pushing and pulling on the bed, my backs arch deepening into the mattress.
"Fu-uck." I choked out, my brain completely focused on the way his hands gripped my hips, the way each time he cock slid back In, a tinge of electricity shot up my spine and to my brain, completely obsessed with how his cock felt inside of me in this position. It just felt better.
Groans left his throat more frequently as his speed increased, mine were near unstoppable. A lot of it was about how good it felt, how good it was. I could hear the bed frame starting to creak a bit, skin slapping together. His left hand slid down my side, running down my stomach, his middle and ring finger coming in contact to my clit, wasting no time to rub it generously.
"Aah yes!" I pushed back into him more. The feeling his tip hitting and rubbing against my g-spot paired with the quick rubbing against my clit was perfect. I didn't have to work for this orgasm, it was just coming. My abdomen tightening, my walls fluttering around him, my thighs twitching from the constant attention against my clit.
A whine left my throat as my Forehead buried into the mattress, my left arm extending forward like my right. My hand clinging to the sheet. My head dizzy with pleasure, the inside of my thighs getting wetter. I yanked my right arm towards me, gripping the sheet as a rip of electric shot my spine. A moan yanked out of me which I let out in the mattress, pushing my right arm into the mattress more. I used it to push myself up a bit.
"Greg I'm-"
"Fucking give it to me." His words elongated, tone dripping with ecstasy. if I didn't know better, I'd think he was stoned. But I did just that, I gave it to him. He didn't change his pace, his didn't change anything. His finger still rubbing quickly at my clit, his hips snapping into my ass as his tip pounded my g-spot. My eyes were clamped shut, my face shoved into the mattress. He let out a chuckled groan, and I felt his cock Twitching inside of me.
“Com-come on, come on please.” I lifted my head, catching my breath as I spoke. My hairline was damp, so was my spine. His fingers left my clit as he grabbed both my hips.
Instead of getting rougher or whatever, he slowed down to a stop. He Pulled out of me and using his left hand pushed me from my hands and knees to my back. I let out a little “oh” as he Grabbed my left thigh, hooking it over his right hip, standing in between my legs. His cock his his hand as he lined it back up to my core and pushed in again.
“So fucking good.” He held both my legs on his hips, I pulled him in closer, pressing my heels into his lower back. He came down on his left hand propped up on his arm , holding my left thigh still.
I reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his as he rocked into me, starting to regain his original pace. My right hand reached under his arm, holding onto his back, my nails wasting no time to claw onto his skin. My finger held onto whatever hair I could grasp, heatedly and breathlessly making out with him. I arched up into him, feeling his cock Twitch again. My walls were tight around him, sucking him in, waiting to be filled up by him.
I felt his pace start to falter t and he pulled away from me, his fingers dug harder into my thighs. I still held him close to me, his face hovering over mine. Eyes closed, sucked into his pleasure, tranced in it really. He regained his pace, taking in a sharp and deep inhale from his nose, letting it out as a sighed groan, coming down to place a kiss to my forehead before standing back up to his original position, my hands fell away from him, grabbing at the sheets by the thighs. He put my right leg over his shoulder, keeping my left his hip, slowly leaning down to me.
“Flexible.” He noted, as his hand made contact to the sheet just above my head.
“Oh fuuck!” I whined out, god it felt fucking good. My eyes were clamped shut again, my teeth biting down at my bottom lip. Moans erupting from my throat, but not leaving my mouth. The only sounds that came out of my lips were gasps.
So Yeah, him being able to fuck properly is the golden goose. He’s holding himself back, it’s why he’s not talking. He wants me to cum again, with him. The sleep is gonna be good after this so it’s worth it.
I could already feel my next orgasm building up, that dizziness in my head coming back, my body temp rising, My abdomen muscles tightening, my right hand taking it placed on his back again, nails clawing at their original spot. If he’s leaving hickeys, I’m leaving scars.
“I’m gonna-“ apparently I can’t announce my orgasms tonight since he just cuts me off right away.
“For the love of god, please do.” Breathy and elongated, tinged with desperation and a bit of annoyance.
It didn’t take long before I was cumming on his cock again, my walls fluttering around his deprives cock immediately setting of his own orgasm. He didn’t stop pounding into me, his warm cum coating my walls, mixing in with my own juices. his grip on the front of my calf tight, his hand held a fist full of the sheet. My ears were focused on the sound of his groans, a muttered “That’s it, that’s fucking it”, trailed off his lips, the obscene wet sounds coming from where we were connected. I’ll change the sheets tomorrow morning.
He slowed down slowly, savoring those last moments and I wasn’t arguing. I was seeing stars behind my closed lids, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I caught my breath, my pulse pounding in my neck, hearing it in my head, but it wasn’t a headache. He guiding my leg off his shoulder, holding it to his hip as he slid out, letting them both fall down gently. He stepped out from i between my legs and fell down onto the mattress next to me on his back, also catching some much needed breath.
“Still got it.” He chuckled to himself and I giggled, letting my eyes opened, feeling the tiredness creeping into my body as my high wore off.
“That was good.” I smiled, it was the remaining bit of high, as I tilted my head to look at him, he was glancing down at me. He had one hand on his chest, his right arm laid on the mattress a few inches above my head.
“I’ve been informed quite a bit.” He marked and I scoffed, pulling myself up to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling how wet the inside do my thighs were, especially how wet the sheets were.
“Mm, come back.” I felt him grab my shoulder and pull me back down to the mattress and I let him, I turned on my side to rest into his arm and side, resting my hand on his chest and he placed his hand on mine. We stayed in silence for a bit, listening to each other breathing, my eyes fell closed but I opened them again, they fluttered a bit.
“So running and screwing, is that your plan?” I asked him, glancing up a bit to look at him better. He raised his brow, a slight frown on his face from thinking, still looking wth the ceiling and then sharply nodded, a smirk now replacing the frown.
“Definitely.”
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greg house relationship moodboard
happy late xmas babes
relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)
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How mad would y’all be if I wrote a Hilson fic based on Bad Idea from Waitress the musical?
#is that too cringefail?#would anyone read it#i am having thoughts#it’d probably be smut because the song is a about a doctor and his patient having an affair#and i am having hilson-the-night-before-one-of-wilson’s-weddings ideas#please let me know#this is all i am going to think about at work tomorrow#house md#hilson#gregory house#greg house#dr house#james wilson#dr wilson#house x wilson#shut up emily
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Oops - Greg House
Title: Oops - Greg House
Words: 2,273
Relations: Greg House X Reader
TW: Sexual hinting.
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(*** Smut ***) Click Red words embedded in the chapter to be taken to the smut chapter if you're interested in reading it.
I sat at the bar, drink in hand and my right leg crossed over the other. I sat occasionally sipping from my tall glass as I read the newspaper. Normally I wouldn't read such trivial things but there was nothing better to do and I didn't come prepared. I was still wearing the dress and heels I had worn to my job interview as I came straight here to reward myself with instantly getting the job. I had, however, discarded my blazer as in a bar setting it made me look like a strict school teacher.
I had been left alone at the bar, not that I came looking for attention but I was getting bored. One glass turned to three and I considered going home since nothing was entertaining here. I finished my final glass, placing it down softly as I gathered my blazer from the chair beside me and prepared to rise from my seat to leave.
"Your drink," The bartender stated as he placed another glass in front of me. I looked at him confused with a polite smile.
"I didn't order this," I explained but he chuckled as looked up at the bar. I followed his eyes, looking over to see 3 sets of people it could be. I surveyed each of them as no one was looking at me so I was unsure who had sent it. I smiled. There were 3 guys sitting talking amongst themselves, an older man sitting alone and 2 men watching the football game on the TV above the bar. I smiled as I swung my legs around, grabbed my drink and walked up. I sat beside the older man who was sitting alone. I said nothing as I faced the bar, resuming my sitting position and took a sip of my drink. He lifted his head, acknowledging my presence without looking at me.
"How'd you know it was me?" He asked, his voice was rough and deeply appealing. I smirked, I was weak for a deep voice. I chuckled slightly.
"Wishful thinking," I looked to watch as he turned to look at me, I could see he was studying me to see if I was making fun of him. He hid his smile as he looked away, clearly finding no evidence. He took a drink to hide his smirk. "You don't look like you're celebrating," I commented wanting to spark a conversation. He chuckled as he placed his glass on the bar top.
"But you are, what are we celebrating?" He asked, his eyes peering into my soul as I smirked.
"I got the job," I cheered with a shrug of my right shoulder. He looked impressed. He raised his glass, and I raised mine to clink with his.
"Congratulations," He stated simply, keeping eye contact with me as we both took a drink from our glasses.
"There are other ways you can congratulate me," I smirked, my intentions clear. He grinned, surveying my expression. He licked his lips before facing forward.
"I'm probably double your age," He commented, a chuckle hidden in his tone. I smirked, leaning closer to him.
"Good," I whispered seductively. He paused before glancing at me, quickly looking between my eyes and lips. He's tempted but so am I. He's handsome without a shadow of a doubt but he's not like other men pining to be with a younger woman like a perv. He grinned. "I'm Y/N," I explained holding my hand out for him to shake. His grin stayed wide as he connected our hands. His hands were large compared to mine, I bit my lip.
"Greg," He informed, his hand slowly moving from mine as he continued admiring me.
"What are you thinking?" I asked softly as I kept eye contact and took a sip from my glass, he watched my lips intensely.
"What trouble we could get into," He commented. I smirked knowing I was thinking the same thing. "I'm also wondering who lives closer," He added. I bit my lip as I smiled. He grinned before taking another drink from his glass, close to the end. I smirked.
"15-minute walk," I added.
"5 minute walk," He explained so I nodded. He watched me as I tipped my drink back, finishing the remains of it. I smiled brightly.
"Ready?" I asked as I stood from my seat. He smirked before moving to stand but hesitated. I looked at him a little puzzled as he turned back around and grabbed his cane he had rested on the other side of him against the bar. His gaze stayed low like he was embarrassed by it. I smiled. "The bathrooms are less than a minute's walk," I hinted, he looked up at me surprised before smirking.
*** Smut ***
We resumed our position at the bar, ordering another round of drinks, the bartender looking at us suspiciously. I smirked, finally giggling once he walked away to get our drinks.
Greg chuckled, I smiled loving the sound. He's amazing, he may have a cane but my God can he still please me. He smiled at me, clearly happier than when I'd first noticed him. We stayed at the bar, talking for a while. We mainly talked about friends and his dislike of people, stating that I may be the exception to his rule. I'm flattered, understanding to some level what he means. I'm introverted and rarely enjoy people's company but Greg's I welcomed happily.
When the night was coming to an end, Greg and I walked out of the bar. "Which way?" He asked, intending to walk me home. I smirked. I pointed to the left, his smile growing. "I'm this way too," He commented. I chuckled as we began walking. A slow pace due to his limb but I enjoyed it. Like an evening stroll.
We continued talking as we walked, flirtatious comments being passed. He seemed to want to know how my brain worked more than what happened in my life, I smiled knowing he wanted to understand me. The flirting continued till he pointed out his building, we hesitated as we reached the steps. "You could come in," He suggested, I giggled softly.
"I have work in the morning," I explained but he shrugged with a smirk.
"So, do I," He tempted. I bit my lip as he gestured to the door and he led me up the stairs allowing me entrance to his apartment quickly connecting our lips as he closed the door behind us.
*** Smut ***
I shimmied into my dress as I pulled it up my body. Greg lay naked in the bed, covered a little by his blanket. He had a wide grin as he watched me. I smirked as I approached him.
"My number, in case you miss me," I joked softly as I handed him my card. He took it with a smile, he held it between his index and pointer fingers. I smirked, turning to walk away when he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to look at him, and he lifted his chin, pulling me closer softly. I giggled before leaning down to kiss him. His lips are like ecstasy. I pulled away, he was grinning widely.
"I'll definitely miss you," He commented making me chuckle.
"Does your door lock itself?" I asked as he let go of my wrist and I started putting my heels on. He sat up with a groan and roll of his eyes. I chuckled as I shook my head. He put some boxers on, getting up with the help of his cane to follow me to the door. I opened it, turning back to give him a final kiss. He smiled against my lips before leaving.
***
I walked into the hospital with a bright smile. I wore a dark red dress, and black heels and had my hair pushed back. The smile on my face was a result of my night with Greg. We'd been texting throughout the morning. He complained he woke up alone and I complained I couldn't find what I wanted to wear because my clothes still were in boxes from just moving. Once I found the dress I was wearing he wanted a picture, and I obliged. His response was that we should both call in sick to work so he could show me how much he liked the dress. When I declined regrettably, he invited me to dinner when we both finished.
My smile hasn't faded since.
"Y/N Y/L/N," I looked to the source of the voice, I smiled as Lisa Cuddy approached, the dean of medicine for the hospital.
"Good morning," I greeted, she smiled as she reached me. She gestured for us to walk and talk.
"It's always great to see someone happy to come to work," She commented making me chuckle. Smirking as I thought of Greg. "I hope that never goes away," She added as the elevator doors opened and we stepped inside.
"I hope so too," I chuckled as she pressed the floor for the third floor, most likely walking me to my workspace.
"I thought I would introduce you to the team myself," She explained a bit of nervousness hidden in her tone. I nodded, not wanting to pry into her thoughts but curious all the same. "I just," She started but smiled. "House can be a little forward and I want to make sure he accepts you nicely," She explained making me chuckle.
"Don't worry, my interviewer already warned me and still believed I would be good on the team," I explained, she smiled happily. Gesturing for me to go first out of the elevator.
"Yes, Dr Wilson is a good friend of House and if he approves that you're a good fit then I know you will do well," She explained, I smiled. "He will try to challenge you to get the best work out of you but if he goes too far, please just let me know," She pleaded, I chuckled softly as I agreed. We walked down the hall, talking briefly before she slowed down. I looked to the office we would be entering seeing two men and a woman around my age. They smiled politely when we entered. "Where's House?" Cuddy asked looking around the small room confused.
"I'm here, Mom," I recognised his voice instantly, although he was purposely sounding sarcastic I still knew. I did my best poker face as he rounded the doorframe to another office attached. Greg's eyes landed on me almost instantly. I watched the confusion and then joy crossed his face. I tried hiding my smile behind a smirk as he kept his eyes on me.
"This is Y/N Y/L/N, Please be nice. She's joining the team, no arguments," Cuddy explained, a warning tone and look shot at Greg.
"Okay," Greg said simply.
"What?" Cuddy asked confused.
"Okay," Greg said again, his eyes still not leaving me. I raised an eyebrow knowing the silence of the room indicated he was being unusual. He looked to Cuddy before walking further into the room and resting his spare hand on a chair at the table. "You said no argument," He shrugged. I looked around seeing his team looking amongst themselves confused. Cuddy seemed to study him a second suspiciously. "Greg House," He said to me, extending his hand for me to shake. I smiled as I walked forward connecting our hands.
"Y/N Y/L/N," He smirked softly.
"You can go now," He said to Cuddy, looking past me. He pulled the chair out offering me the seat we were standing behind. I looked around the table to see the whole team looking extremely confused. I smiled politely as I took a seat. "Go away," He exclaimed as Cuddy remained in the room.
The room was awkward as the team began the differential, I was given a file quickly catching up. When I suggested an idea, everyone went silent. Either I was stupidly wrong or surprised them.
"Good, Everyone else run the tests. Y/N see me in my office," Greg explained standing.
"Y/L/N," I corrected, he looked at me confused.
"Right, Y/L/N, Silly me," He said sarcastically, a smile on his face I couldn't help but mirror. He started walking to his office, everyone rose from their seats and introduced themselves as they walked out so I knew their names. I smiled gratefully.
I walked into Greg's office as he sat at the desk. I smiled as he grinned at me.
"Come here," He instructed as he patted his lap, I chuckled as I shook my head.
"You're my boss when we're in the hospital," I explained, he smirked recognising my intentions. He got up, approaching me, closer than a boss should but I smirked.
"We still on for tonight?" He asked, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he admired me. I nodded softly. "Good, don't change. I still want to show how much that dress is killing me," He explained flirtatiously. I smirked, licking my lips as I brought in my bottom lip to bite it. His eyes watched the movement deeply. He took a deep breath. He thought for a second before quickly stealing a kiss. I widened my eyes at him, a chuckle escaping my lips. He covered his mouth playfully. "Oops," He added, I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm going to go help run the tests," I explained before turning to walk away. He slapped my ass harshly. I looked back at him in disbelief. He did the same 'innocent' face as before. I laughed as I shook my head and walked out, a smile never leaving my lips.
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Go Go dancin (Part 2)
Warnings!! 18+ stripping, threesome, oral (m, receiving), praising/degrading language, penetration maybe more idk.
pairing: Greg House x f/Reader x James Wilson
The air in the Hotel room was heavy, mixed with the breeze slipping through the slightly open window, it was more than just the room temperature rising.
Wilson was laid down on the bed with you straddles around his hips. Your lips were intertwined tightly as you made out passionately, making both you (mainly Wilson) let out moans that were semi silenced due to your connected tongues.
You break the ever lasting kiss and turn your head to the side while slowly undoing Wilson’s belt. You trail your eyes over to House, who was sat in the corner of the room in an arm chair. With a drink in hand, his eyes stuck to yours, dark and heavy with lust.
Smiling innocently at him as you continued to work on the belt. Wilson’s heaving chest below you let out a few deep breaths as House’s gaze followed every curve and inch of your body.
“You gonna join us baby? It’s getting a little lonely.” You ask sweetly while holding his stare.
Without saying a word, he stood up from the chair and slowly walked towards you after placing his glass on the side table. You stopped your attempt of completing taking off Wilson’s pants and followed House with your eyes as he made his way over to you.
Now towering over you, he took his pointer finger under your chin and his thumb into your cheek, pulling your face up to look at him.
“mhm, such a pretty slut.” He hummed
Wilson, who was now feeling slightly protective over you couldn’t help but feel the need to defend you.
“House, don’t call her that” He sighed out.
“Why not. She fucking loves it.”
you had turned your head slightly from his grip and had taken his thumb into your mouth.
“Isn’t that right sweetheart?”
He questioned as you nodded your head, sucking on his thumb before slowly letting go.
You sat up on your knees in front of him, letting your lips linger, tempting him, but as you he came closer you swerved your head away before your lips could connect. Instead falling down to Wilson’s who was now leaning up on his arms.
Wilson flipped you over, now pinning you underneath him, he broke the kiss and looked deeply into your eyes.
“What do you want (y,n)? Anything you want? just say it.”
He asks nearly repeating exactly what you said to him in the club.
“I want you to fuck my throat, James” flicking your eyes up to House who was still stood at the side of the bed, you bit your lip before continuing.
“And I want House to touch me.”
Wilson smiled at you and nodded his head. House grabbed the chair from other side of the room and dragged it to where he was standing seconds ago. Sinking into it, he ordered you to sit in front of him on the edge of the bed. As you obeyed he wrapped his palm around your neck and pulled you into a wet and desperate kiss.
You let out a whimper at the feeling of his rough beard and veiny hands caressing you.
“Fuck, been waiting to do that all night.” He breathed out.
Wilson was now lying down behind you, pulling off his pants and underwear, patiently waiting.
House stopped kissing you and with a dominating look he ordered you to turn around and sit and on your hands and knees.
Doing as you were told you were now face to face with Wilson’s raging hard on.
“Jesus James, where have you been hiding that all night” you tease, making his cheeks turn as red as his pulsating tip.
You lick him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth.
“ugh (y,n), fuck” he groaned out, firmly keeping his hands in your hair.
As you worked your tongue around Wilson’s length you felt House’s big hands grab your arse. Your skimpy clothes has been thrown off as soon as you had gotten through the door, leaving you in your underwear that House was now toying with.
He moved your panties to the side and ran his pointer and middle finger through your folds.
The small room was now filled with Wilson’s heavy breathing and whimpers from the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around him tightly. As Houses finger’s collected your wetness and plunged his fingers into you, your muffled dirt moans were now adding to the filthy sounding room.
Houses fingers thrusting in and out of you, he would have had you crying out if you didn’t have Wilson’s cock buried deep in your throat.
That was until House placed a harsh smack to your arse cheek, which had you let out a pathetic moan despite your mouth being occupied.
“Dirty girl. You like it rough?” House asked, increasing the speed of his fingers.
You nodded your head vigorously as you pushed back onto his fingers, feeling them hit the right spot inside you.
You worked harder on Wilson, sucking his tip as your hand jerked him from his base.
Wilson who was a groaning mess was on the verge of coming, “Uh god, I’m gonna come soon, shit”
Upon hearing that House reached his other hand around to your clit and rubbed you roughly.
Seconds later both you and Wilson were coming, praises spilled from Wilson’s lips as he came, gripping your hair hard.
House watched the cum spill from your cunt as his fingered fucked you through your high.
Releasing Wilson’s length with a pop you wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.
You turned around to House who was now tasting you from his fingers.
“Wilson, come get a taste.” He smirked and Wilson made his way over, licking the back of your pussy, collecting your juices with an exaggerated hum.
You whined at the sensation from pain and pleasure and backed off of his doctors tongue.
Now lying down on your back, trying to slow your heavy breathing, House glared down at you. You were so beautiful, the way you were laid out on the bed with your chest rising and falling had him hooked to you. He needed you. To feel himself inside of you.
As you laid, you realised both you and James had been on the receiving end of pleasure but House hadn’t. You sat up and stared at him staring at you. You break first, taking time to look at the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.
Without saying anything you crawled over to him and kissed him.
You pulled at his bottom lip as he chased you through the prolonged embrace. Looking into his bright blue eyes you could see the desperation practically pouring out of them.
You broke away and unzipped his jeans, taking them off completely, leaving him in his underwear. As you were slipping his t-shirt over his head to the floor he started to fully remove your panties.
You saw his leg, you didn’t know why or how it looked like that but there was something about it that was kinda sexy. You payed his leg no attention though, not wanting to embarrass him, you climbed onto his lap.
“Can I take this off?” He asks toying with the clasp of your bra
“Well that might cost you extra House”
you tease and kiss him again, as he takes off your bra leaving you completely venerable to his eyes.
Not the first time but still.
He kisses your chest hungrily and you grind down on his boxers, your pussy dying for some friction.
“Easy Tiger” he chuckles out
“House, please just fuck me” The pathetic tone makes him smile as he frees himself from his boxers and teases your entrance.
Just as you were about to cry out and beg him to stop teasing you, you were met with soft kisses along your back and large hands placed onto your hips.
“I think that’s enough teasing now House, she’s been a good girl.” Wilson says while smothering your spine in affection.
House pushing inside of you without warning. You scratch at his back as he starts to thrust himself into you like there’s no tomorrow.
House grunts, his back now accumulated long red streaks in all direction.
“Mhm riding me so well” he slips out with placing a hand on the back of yours head.
The feeling of him inside of you, the comforting kisses left on your back and Houses praises were going to send you over the edge quickly.
Especially when House spat on to his fingers and began to rub at your sensitive clit.
“Shit Greg I’m gonna fucking cum-“
That was the only time you’d called him Greg. Not even when he first told you to call him Greg. The way you said his name replayed in mind as he continued you slam into you. Did you do that on purpose?
The coils in your stomach snapped and you came again, squeezing your walls around House? Which made him follow very shortly after.
As you both overcame your highs you pressed your head into his chest and sat in silence.
After a couple seconds of the room being silent Wilson spoke up.
“Thanks for forcing me into a strip club House.”
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