Paring: Gregory House x fem!reader (no Y/N used and writing in first-person)
Warnings: smut (18+), fingering and oral (f! receiving), slight exhibitionism, praise kink, edging, drinking, a bit of degradation, teasing/mocking, mention of abortion (not of reader), age gap, workplace relationship, a bit of daddy kink? the word is only mentioned once
Summary: You are a part of the diagnostics team at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. House finds out your ex-boyfriend never made you cum. He’s determined to change that
A/n: Hi, this is the first (long) work I’ve posted and also the time I’ve ever written smut, so please be kind! Also English is not my first language and I haven’t finished the series yet (tiktok already spoiled some of it but oh well). It also takes place during season 2 episode 16 and some of the dialogue and plot is just straight up from there
"Why'd you call me?" I asked when I picked up the phone. I was in the hallway, outside a patients room. I had just finished drawing blood for a test and now he was calling. Now of all the times. "I'm working, you know that."
I rolled my eyes at his answer. "No, I can't tonight." I sighed again at his answer. "Because I said so."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Okay, fine. I'll text you after work. I've got to go now, okay." I hung up and turned around to bring the blood to the lab and almost tripped over House who was standing right behind me.
"Talking to someone on the phone when you should be working and then running over the cripple. Doesn't really make a good impression."
"You were the one standing right behind me like an idiot.”
"Yes, physically, not mentally. Now get out of my way."
He surprisingly stepped aside, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Of course that small victory didn't last long since he decided to walk with me to the lab.
"You weren't before. In fact, you were almost happy this morning. For the first time in weeks might I add. But now, after that mysterious phone call you seem quite tense."
I just shot him a look. Drop it. He didn't, of course.
"Who was it? Did you have a fight with that little boyfriend of yours? Was it an ex? Oh, or was it your dad? You're too young and pretty for there not to be something wrong with you. I'm putting my money on daddy issues, that way I can at least get something out of your misery. Your kind tends to be really drawn to me and lucky for you I am too. You can even call me daddy in bed, I don't mind. Who knows, I might even like it."
"Will you please just shut up?" I stopped his incredibly inappropriate monologue and opened the door to the lab. I was not in the mood for his comments today, I was exhausted.
"Alright. But only because you said 'please', like a good girl."
He grinned and I stared at him and shook my head before giving Foreman the blood sample. I noticed my heart sped up slightly but I blamed it on my current lack of sex life. The only reasonable thing was to ignore him. He wasn't serious, he never meant that seriously. He did it all the time, to me, Cuddy, Cameron, me again... A lot of me lately. I tried not to think too much of it.
Foreman looked questioning between us but didn't say anything. He was used to House's charades and so was I unfortunately.
I thanked Foreman and left the room again. This time House didn't follow me and I felt somehow both relieved and disappointed.
I managed to work peacefully a couple more hours until House paged me into his office. I entered through the glass door, the shades were half closed and the sun was starting to set already.
He sat with his back to me. I crossed my arms and tried to speak calmly and not annoyed that he just paged me away from a patient. "Why did you page me?"
I spun around and threw his ball in the air triumphantly. "I figured it out."
"Your case? Congrats. Call Chase, Cameron or Foreman. Better yet, call all of them. Just not me."
"I figured out what's going on with you.”
I rolled my eyes. "It's none of your business. Drop it."
He stood up and limped towards me. He stood to close to me but I didn't step back. I wasn't intimidated by him towering over me.
"You and your boyfriend broke up. You were the one who did the breaking up, hence the relief and good mood today. Hence your ex wanting you back, hence the call and your worsened mood. He wants to pick up his things after work and also get back together. Though I'm guessing the latter is unlikely."
"How.." Then I realised. There was only one person in the entire hospital I had told that. That teenage girl who came in for an abortion. I had talked to her to try and calm her nerves. She had told me about her boyfriend and all the problems she had been having. She asked for advice and I told her how I finally managed to break up with my boyfriend over the weekend and how much my life had improved.
"You.. talked to a patient? You never talk to patients. How did you even think of that?"
"Oh, the two made quite a scene after the procedure. She broke up with him and he was pretty pissed. A little birdy told me a doctor gave her some personal advice that led to the breakup."
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. I was almost impressed that House figured that out.
And that he talked to a patient. I also only now learned that the girl basically ended her relationship because of me. I hoped I had given her what she needed to hear and that it was the right decision. "Fuck."
"Oh, don't worry about her. She seemed great. Well, as great as one can be after a medical procedure but still. Trevor on the other hand... boy, he was fuming."
I shook my head and let out some air, not quite a laugh but not quite a sigh either. The tiny smile found its way onto my face at the thought of the scene unfolding.
"Come on, tell me about it. Why did you break up with him?"
I paused and that gave him the opportunity to say something unhinged once again.
"Was it because he couldn't make you cum?"
"House!", I exclaimed. He couldn't just say things like that. Although he wasn't wrong. I had been frustrated for months now.
"What? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?"
"Yes!" I paused. He looked at me the way he always did. Analysing every move, looking through any charade, knowing. "That's not the reason why we broke up..."
He smirked triumphantly. "But he couldn't make you come? Oh, that's fun. You know there are thousands of people who would gladly volunteer for that. I'm betting it's a hundred in this hospital alone."
I raised an eyebrow and looked into his blue eyes that somehow always seemed to pierce through any crowds and find me. "Would you?"
His face dropped a bit. I had never seen him even slightly shocked but now... I couldn't stop myself from smiling. "Don't get your panties in a twist, House.”
I actually managed to make House shut up. I turned around to leave, smug I made him shut up for once, when his cane stopped me.
"I would rather want to get you out of your panties." He mumbled.
I turned back around. He looked serious. This wasn't a crude joke or just House being House, there was longing in his eyes. Desire.
"That's incredibly inappropriate. I'm your subordinate, remember?"
I said lowly. It was as if I wanted to stop myself, but the words didn't carry any real bite.
"You were the one who asked me if I was one of the people willing to get you off, remember?"
"And you never answered, did you? So, what's your answer, House?"
He was so close to me now. He was leaning down slightly. I felt his warm breath on my skin and there was nothing I wanted more than to feel his lips on mine. I wanted to hear his usually so composed and smart voice groan and moan and lose himself in me.
"Yes." He whispered before his lips finally met mine. At first I didn't even fully realise what was happening. His lips only lightly touched mine.
When my brain finally told my body this was madness, I pulled back slightly but House's hand wandered to my neck and pulled me back.
I sighed in his mouth when I felt his hand pull me back in. I didn't have the will to fight this. I wanted this, needed this. He apparently needed it as bad as I did, because his hand on my waist just tightened at the sound.
He was a surprisingly good kisser. Soft but passionate, and his beard was slightly rough and rubbed in all the right places. I wondered how his beard would feel elsewhere...
The kiss quickly became more heated and his tongue slipped in my mouth. One of my hands found his hair and one held onto his shirt. I gripped my fingers into the soft crinkled material to hold on when he pressed himself against me and forced me to walk backwards until I hit his desk.
I suddenly felt unusually warm, as the heat was rushing through my body. His hands wandered down my sides and he grabbed my ass before tapping the underside of my thighs, gesturing me to hop on the wooden desk.
His lips left mine but he stayed close to my face and I felt the warm air breathing me in. I followed his silent instruction, not caring about which files and papers I sat on. I noticed him slowly wandering to my cheek and then my ear and neck. His lips were still not touching me and I shut my eyes eagerly, waiting for any touch he was willing to give me.
His hands slowly rubbed up and down my thighs and slowly found their way to the inside of them.
He pushed my legs apart and stood in between them, pressing against me. This, in combination with the soft kisses he was finally leaving on my neck, felt so perfect and a breathy sigh escaped my lips.
His mouth left my neck and wandered back to my ear. He whispered in my ear, leaving goosebumps on the way.
"My God, you're desperate. How long has it been, hm?"
He moved to face me again and held up my chin with his left hand. His pupils were blown and his hair slightly messier than before. He licked his lips.
"Come on, that wasn't a rhetorical question. How long has it been since someone else made you come? How long have you two been together?"
He looked me up and down. His eyes lingered at my cleavage a bit too long and I was wondering how often he had done it before. I knew he didn't shy away from thoroughly looking at people but even he had to have some limit.
"Or was there someone else during the relationship?"
I shook my head. Surprisingly my voice didn't fail me. "No, I- It's been six months. We were together for six months…" My head fell down in a kind of shame.
He let out a low groan and I felt like it was almost enough to make me come right there and then.
His voice was even rougher than usual. His tone was mocking but he gently stroked my hair and then my cheek.
"Aw, you poor thing. No wonder you've been so pissy lately, you're just frustrated. You could have told me, I always have a helping hand for pretty women in need. But it's okay, I'm here now."
He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. He was so arrogant. I wanted to say something witty, deny or at least downplay my need for him, but I immediately melted into him when he kissed me again. I wondered if he could do what his inflated ego made him promise.
His fingertips slowly wandered under my shirt before seemingly deciding differently, and his fingers wandered to the top button of my shirt and started to slowly undo them.
"House..." I warned him. Now that he was starting to undress me I was very aware that we were still in his office, the blinds were only half closed and it was late in the afternoon, any one could come in.
He ignored the warning and twisted it into something he wanted to hear. "Yeah, that's it. Say my name." I sighed, half in frustration, half in pleasure as he moved back to my neck, allowing himself a quick peek of my bra that was now starting to show.
"Black lace bra, very cute. Do the panties match?"
I smirked. "Why don't you find out?"
He groaned again but before he could kiss me, the office door opened. My head immediately turned to the door. House on the other hand didn't turn around and just sighed. I was glad he was standing in front of me and covering me from the intruder. I buttoned my blouse again, embarrassed, but glad it was only Wilson. That could have been worse.
"Please tell me that's not what it looks like..."
House finally turned his head to Wilson once I was fully dressed and decent again. "Oh, don't worry. It's all fully professional. Just an examination. She felt a lump and wanted a second opinion. Although since you're the oncologist you probably would have made a better consult. Maybe you should also cop a field, although I can't promise you'll find anything. They are way too perfect for that. And surprisingly symmetrical."
I wanted to disappear into the floor and never come back again. This was so embarrassing. With Wilson interrupting I was also once again made aware that this was House. House! I was just making out with my boss. This was not good, not healthy, not what I should be doing. Not who I should be doing.
"Look, I don't really care what you were doing, just lock the door next time." He turned around to leave but then added the reason he even came in here.
"And I thought it might interest you that Cuddy is checking for spinal lesions from Leukaemia on your patient. Parents seem to have lost their trust in you."
Wilson left and House sighed. He turned back to me and said softer than usual, as if not to spook me. "I have to go."
"Yeah." I mumbled and pitched the bridge of my nose. This was a stupid idea anyway. I should be glad Wilson interrupted us. There was no way this wouldn't end very badly. I knew House, he wasn't the type for commitment, and although I also didn't want to jump head first into a new relationship, I liked to have at least some emotional connection. I knew I was just going to get hurt.
House didn't look me in the eye and left the office in a hurry. I jumped down from the desk and stood in the dark office all alone.
Since House was checking on the patient, I felt no need to join in. There were probably too many people in the room already, so I checked on another patient. I also didn't really feel like facing House.
I was on the way up to the ICU when a cane stopped the elevator door from closing. Speaking of the devil, I thought to myself. The patient was getting rolled in. Why was she on the way to the ICU?
I moved to the door to make room, I could just take the next elevator, but House's eyes met mine and he shook his head slightly. I already knew he was planning something and counting on me to help him with something that probably would count as medical malpractice and get him fired at any other hospital.
"Sorry, little crowded in here."
Cuddy appeared to be on her last nerve with him.
"House, get out of the elevator."
"You're welcome to wait for the next one." I tried to make myself as small as possible, even though I was squeezed in between the wall and the bed and couldn't have moved even if I wanted to.
Cuddy looked at Foreman. "You got her?" He confirmed and the elevator doors closed. We only moved for a few seconds before a shrill alarm shot pierced my ears and we stood still. It was definitely House’s fault.
"Well, as long as we're stuck here this might be a good time to look for that tick."
A tick? That made sense, it would explain all the symptoms and was the most likely explanation. Boyfriend goes through the garden, sneaks in through the window and practically brings her the tick on a silver platter.
"Turn the elevator back on." I wondered why Foreman was even shocked. He had worked with House long enough that he should know he'd pull a stunt like this.
"Just be a minute, honey."
Foreman moved to the elevator buttons and House started to hold out his cane to stop him.
Meanwhile I started to search the girl for the mysterious tick he hasn't found yet. I didn't know where he already looked so I started looking behind the ears first.
They were struggling but I didn't pay them any attention. Suddenly there was beeping and the girl was struggling to breathe. I didn't find anything yet and started to search the armpits. I warned them. "Atropine's wearing off..."'
"Inject her again." House ordered Foreman.
"That's only temporary." He voiced in a concerned voice and I rolled my eyes.
"Temporary's fine. We're not hanging wallpaper." Why were they fighting? They should make themselves useful. I moved on and searched the skull which was quite difficult with all the hair.
"We've got to get her upstairs and put her on norepinephrine."
"It wasn't penicillin. You still think the symptoms are unconnected?"
"We've got to take care of her heart before-"
"You wake up in the morning, your paint's peeling, your curtains are gone and the water's boiling. Which problem do you deal with first?"
"None of them! The building's on fire! We treat her symptoms, she dies. We find the cause, she lives. That tick is an IV drip of poison. We'll unhook it, she'll be fine."
"Foreman, please. Just give her the atropine!" Now I was getting frustrated as well.
He sighed. "It's my last atropine. Lasts us about three minutes."
Foreman injected her. "Her heart rate falls below 35, we're getting her to the ICU. I'm not going to let her die in this elevator."
House finally moved to help me search. "I checked the ears, armpits and scalp already." He checked her feet. "Left foot's clear."
I mumbled still in concentration. "Not helping.."
House seemed to be sure there had to be a tick. "It's here. Looks like a mole or freckle. Something we missed."
"If we get her upstairs we can still-"
"Checked." I answered him.
"Down to 38. We don't have a lot of time."
"We checked everywhere!" Foreman interrupted.
Well, he didn't check everywhere. I was the one searching.
"35. We got to get her to the ICU."
"We haven't found the tick yet!"
"We already kidnapped her! You want to add murder? We've looked over every inch of skin on her body, House! It's over." The alarm stopped and the elevator began moving again. We didn't have any time left!
I suddenly had an idea. "Move!" I almost fell over House on the way to the end of the bed. I roughly turned her on the back and lifted her gown to look between her legs.
The elevator dinged as it arrived and the doors opened. "Oh, God. Not you too!" I heard Cuddy sigh before I heard a man's voice yell.
"You sick, miserable..." There were footsteps running towards me but House moved to stand in his way to buy me more time. He pinned House against the wall when I finally came up again.
"Woah, woah, stop! I found the tick!" I held it up. It was thick and bloody on my single use gloves.
Everyone stopped in their tracks. Except for House, as talkative as ever. "Told you it'd be even more dramatic. Push norepinephrine, get her heart rate back to normal. She'll be completely cured by tomorrow."
The mother smiled in relief. Cuddy didn't say anything at House's stunt. "Foreman, let's get her into the ICU."
Everybody rushed off and House and I exited the elevator last. I put the gloves and the tick away and was surprised that House still hadn't rushed off to do god knows what.
"Congrats, you were right once again."
He smiled. "Well, you were the one who actually found the tick."
"You're so right. I should be the one to get all the fame and glory, but sadly I'm still working for you. So all my achievements are yours by default, but then again so are my mistakes."
He didn't answer and just looked at me smiling. It was a rare sight and I couldn't help but smile back. "What?"
His eyes wandered over my face and hung at my lips a bit longer than necessary. "Oh, nothing."
I didn't say anything for a moment. "Okay. Whatever you say." I said in a slightly teasing tone and left to see if they managed to stabilise her heart rate.
It was 7 p.m. when I finally left the hospital and went to the parking lot. It had been such an exhausting day with such emotional highs and lows, I was glad to finally go home and relax.
When I reached my car I realised there was something really wrong. I had a flat tire. I walked around the car. I had four flat tires...
I breathed in slowly and closed my eyes to stop myself from screaming. I clenched my fists when I realised who did this. Trevor. Fucking teenage boys.
"Little shit slashed your tires?"
I turned around. House was standing there with a helmet under his arm.
He passed me the helmet. "Come on, I'll drive you home."
"Oh, really? Are you sure?"
"Do you even know where I live?"
I raised an eyebrow, insisting on an answer. He sighed. "I have read all of the team's files. I know where you live, I know your past hospital visits, I know when you got your wisdom teeth taken out. I get bored easily and like knowing things. Now, get on.”
I smiled and was about to put on the helmet when I heard my phone ring. I sighed when I saw the caller id but answered nevertheless. I felt a bit embarrassed about doing this in front of House and letting him wait for me after he was already doing me a favour.
"Yeah, I just got off work... No, that's too soon. No. I don't care, at least let me eat my dinner before... Okay, fine. 9 is good. Okay, yeah see you then."
I hung up and sat the helmet on. "Sorry about that."
I nodded and he rolled his eyes, not at me but at him. He sat down on the bike and gestured me to sit behind him. I was unsure where to hold on but he took both my arms and put them tightly around him. I smiled at that.
The way to my house was faster than I thought. With the bike traffic basically didn't exist. He drove fast but precise and I felt strangely safe holding on to him. The cold wind was blowing through my hair and hitting my face and once we arrived I couldn't feel my nose because of the cold.
I hopped off and opened my helmet smiling. "Thank you. That was actually surprisingly fun."
He took the helmet from me and replied. "Believe it or not, but l am actually surprisingly fun."
I chuckled and suddenly this felt like a first date. It wasn't but I could imagine doing this again and... No, I needed to stop thinking that.
House was not one for dates. I remembered Chase telling me about Cameron's failed date with him. He just wasn't the type of person for this.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, cockily.
My eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think this is a good idea..."
"What? You worried you can't control yourself around me?" I scoffed, a bit too harshly though, now it just sounded like there was some truth to it. Which there was.
"Don't worry, I just wanna know why you broke up. You get to complain and tell me all about it and I get my curiosity stilled. Sounds like a good deal in my opinion."
I hesitated and played with the keys in my hand.
He entered my apartment and immediately looked around in curiosity, like when he was searching for toxins in patients' homes.
I took off my shoes and hung up my jacket. Next to the door was a small cardboard box filled with my ex's stuff that House seemed curious about. I almost thought he was going to go through it but he didn't. He took his jacket and even his shoes off and sat down on the couch.
I put on a record, Big Calm by Morcheeba, and went to the kitchen. "Want a drink?"
"You've got any beer?" I hummed as I opened the fridge. He seemed to plan on staying for longer than just a quick five-minute talk. I walked back to the couch with two brown bottles and sat down on the other end.
"Cheers." We clinked glasses and he was about to drink when I stopped him.
"Stop, wait. You're supposed to look me in the eyes."
"What?" He seemed genuinely confused but didn't drink just yet.
"When toasting you have to maintain eye contact, otherwise you get seven years of bad sex. It's a German drinking tradition."
He laughed. Actually laughed. "Well, that's dumb. We're not in Germany though."
"We're drinking German beer, it's close enough. Also, why risk it?"
He looked at me and agreed with a grunt. He clinked the bottles again and held eye contact with me. His eyes were extremely blue in the dim light. The longer he kept looking at me the more exposed I felt. Something started settling in the pit of my stomach, at first it felt like nervousness but soon I realised it wasn't. I was getting wet.
Just from eye contact, fuck, I really was desperate. We both took a sip and I hoped the cool liquid would cool me and my thoughts down a bit.
"Did you forget to hold eye contact last time you drank or is there some other rule you broke that gave you six months of bad sex?"
I almost spit my beer out again. I started coughing and it took a while until I could answer. My head felt warm and was probably bright red.
"Jesus, you're really just rubbing it in at this point."
"I'm just wondering how anyone could have you and fuck that up by something so simple. It doesn’t even take that much effort."
I scoffed. "Apparently it does. I'm just 'anatomically difficult' and 'take too long’."
He rolled his eyes and was about to open his mouth. "That's not the reason we broke up though. I'm not that shallow."
"Wouldn't even blame you if you were." He said in an unusually genuine tone. Everything about House right now was unusual. It was almost freaking me out a bit. And also turning me on. I wasn't used to him putting that much effort into someone.
"We needed different things. I love travelling, I like my job and the travel opportunities it provides. He says I'm always away, never there for him. I like certain things my way. I like my friends. I like having a life outside of him. I like the truth, I don't like surprises. He surprises me with things I don't want. It just doesn't fit and that's fine, but he doesn't see that."
"You like coming during sex and he can't provide that." He added to the list while looking as serious as he did listening. I took another sip of my beer and rolled my eyes at him.
"Did you listen to a single word I said? You always circle back to the same point. Why are you so obsessed with that specific fact?"
"Because I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about making you come. Because he didn't, he couldn't. But I can, if you let me."
My mouth was agape. I didn't expect him to be so forward. I blinked trying to clear my head. I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. Work would never be the same again. But my body was screaming at me.
The longing only intensified when he held his hand to my jawline and his face came closer to mine. He moved slowly, giving me time to move away or stop him. I didn't move.
I felt his body heat radiating through his clothes and there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him again. The kiss back in the office couldn't stay a one time thing, I craved more. Besides, our professional relationship was already effectively ruined, if it ever existed. I whispered a quick fuck it, more to myself than to him and closed the gap between us.
It was just like the kiss before, like we continued where we left off. It was messy and hot and soon I moved to straddle him. His hands wandered to my waist and held me firmly down against him.
My hips started moving on their own accord, searching for friction against his jeans. Not only did I feel a bulge harden against me but I also heard him groan in my mouth when I moved. I couldn't help but think about what it'd be like to ride him. I sped up slightly at the thought.
He quickly stopped me however by grabbing my hips tightly. The pressure brought me back and I realised House was stronger than he looked which somehow turned me on even more. He definitely knew what he was doing.
I looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. His voice was deep and velvety. It was as if it vibrated through my body to my bones and made me shake from the inside out. He made me get off him.
"I want to get you off." I closed my eyes and bit my lip. He knew exactly what he wanted and lucky for me it was what I wanted too. His long slender fingers moved to unbutton my pants.
I nodded immediately and he chuckled. "Time to see if they match." He pulled the pants down and sighed. It was a matching set. He kept his eyes on it for a bit longer without saying anything. If I didn't see the hunger in his eyes I would have thought there was something wrong.
"Fuck. You've been hiding that from me?" I only answered in heavy breaths as he held my legs up and pulled my underwear off. I was obscenely wet, which he must have seen already by the fact that there was a wet spot, where the fabric was darker than the rest. I felt exposed under him. He held my legs open and looked almost like he did when examining someone at work.
He licked his lip. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." I couldn't reply because he dove right in. His mouth latched onto me without warning. He was perfect. Precise, wanting and confident. I was a mess in no time, rolling my hips on his face, gripping the couch under me, arching my back. I didn't want to push his ego too much but also couldn't stop the noises, both the moans and wet sounds he was dragging out of me.
I grabbed his hair, to hold on and push him further down. He groaned at my tugging and moved his tongue faster against me. The strands of his hair were surprisingly soft and the occasional gray only reminded me of our age difference. And the fact he was still my boss.
That thought however quickly disappeared when he added a finger. I always knew he was good with his hands. He always had a careful precision that showed with every stitch, measuring of pulse or drawing of blood. Even at work I often marvelled at his calm precision. Now, they had a different use and I felt every inch of them.
He added a second and came up for air. I whimpered at the loss of his tongue but then softly rubbed my clit with his finger and I sighed.
"You're so pretty like this. Wish you would've broken up with whats-his-name sooner. Could have been knuckle deep in you for months already."
I groaned at his words and started grinding against his fingers. "I probably would have figured out it was a tick sooner if I didn't get blue balls anytime you looked at me. Instead of hiding from clinic duty I could've just bent you over my desk."
He chuckled at my whimper. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Always knew you were more of a slut than you seemed to be. Always such a sweet, good girl at work but I know you secretly have a dirty mind and all you think of is getting screwed by your boss."
My mouth fell open at that. He was so mean and condescending and the worst part about it was how hot it was. "Fuck."
"See, I was right. You're so getting off on it. Even had a bet with Foreman and Chase that you're not as much of an angel as you seem to be. But I think I'll pass on the money this time. It's much more rewarding to be the only one who knows this side of you."
There was something building inside of me and his carefully crafted monologue only added to that. I clenched down on his fingers. "Fuck, House... I'm-"
The sound of a phone ringing rudely interrupted the moment. The taste of relief slowly faded away again and I was left more frustrated than before.
House fingers stilled inside me and we both looked at our two phones on the coffee table. It was his phone that was ringing.
He turned back to me and began moving his fingers again with a wet sound that drowned out the ringtone for a moment.
I blinked confused. It was work, it could be important. My voice was hoarse and shaky.
"Shouldn't you get that?"
"I honestly couldn't care less about work right now. Although.. technically I'm working overtime with someone from my team. Nose-deep in my work right now, really getting my hands dirty, you know."
The ringing had stopped and I chuckled at his puns before he hit a spot that quickly turned my laugh into a moan. "Oh, if you were only half as devoted to your work as to this right now, I think we would have cured cancer already."
He only smiled before really exploiting that he found my g-spot by hitting it repeatedly until my leg shook. The feeling was back and it started building again. He kissed my inner thighs and muttered soft praises under his breath.
I was about to come when the ringing reappeared and once again ruined the moment. I threw my head back in annoyance. House only muttered amused. "This time it wasn't me."
I looked at the coffee table and saw that it was indeed my phone that was moving from the vibration. I grabbed it with a sigh and answered clearly annoyed. "What?"
"Sorry... did I catch you at a bad time?" Foreman sounded taken aback, I was never that harsh.
I sighed. "Yeah, kinda... sorry, I had a long day." My fingers were still in House's hair and I ran through it absentmindedly. He sighed happily and began softly kissing my leg.
"Oh okay. Are you still at the hospital? I saw your car was still parked here..."
"Um, no. I'm at home. I- someone slashed my tires." House's kisses began to wander and he started to move his fingers again, painfully slowly.
At first I thought he wanted to take them out but then he pushed them back at the same slow speed, stretching me, trying not to make any sounds.
"What? Really? What happened?" I started to lose focus. I was definitely more interested in what House was doing between my leg than why Foreman called. I answered too late which earned me a disapproving head shake from House.
"I- um, I'm not sure. I'll figure it out tomorrow. I'm so tired. Why were you calling again?" House's mouth latched onto me again and even though I tried to push his head away he didn't move and seemed very insistent on making me lose control and let out a noise. Couldn't Foreman hurry up?
"Oh, yeah. Wilson couldn't reach House and I thought maybe you knew where he was. I assumed you were both still in the hospital and he forgot his phone in his office." I bit my lip in order to stop a moan. House was curling his fingers perfectly.
My eyes rolled back. "Well, you know House... I'm sure he'll call Wilson back soon."
Foreman chuckled. "Yeah, right. Because House calls people back... Anyway, I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing. Have a good night.”
"Yeahthanksyoutoo." I managed to get out through my teeth before hanging up and throwing the phone across the room. I let out a loud groan and grabbed his hair roughly.
He came up for air and to continue to talk me through it, now that the phone call was over. He had one of those stupid grins on his face that he had whenever he got exactly what he wanted. His eyes rolled back slightly at the pressure I put on the roots of his hair.
"Careful, don't have enough for that kind of hair pulling anymore."
I would have laughed at that but his fingers were still moving inside me so he got a whimper out of me instead.
He chuckled darkly. "You did really well. So good. You were so quiet for me. I almost thought Foreman would be able to tell but you kept it all in. Such a good girl."
I mumbled a breathless yeah. I couldn't really tell what he was saying anymore, all I knew was how it felt. I was moving against him, truly desperate after my release getting delayed twice. "Greg? I need to come, please..."
"Oh, I know… It's okay, l've got you." He sped up and everything in me tensed up until I heard a knock at the door. I was about to cry from frustration when the feeling faded. "No, no, no..."
House kept going and his face wandered down again. He knew exactly who it was. "No, we're not going to do this again. You're going to come now. He can wait a minute."
House insistence made me moan lowly. I moved against his face in desperation and there was another knock and my ex's voice. "Hello? It's me, open up."
"O-one sec." I yelled back. The couch was creaking under my movements. "She's a bit busy." House yelled, before his fingers found the perfect spot again.
"Who was that? Are you- What the fuck?"
I couldn't hold back anymore and moaned loudly as I came on his face. Endorphins were pumping through me and with every heart beat I felt a wave pulsing through my body. I leaned back on the couch, feeling high and spent.
House jumped off the couch and threw a blanket over my lower half. He grabbed his cane and opened the door before I could really process what he was doing. My ex almost fell into the apartment and looked livid. His eyes moved to me lying on the couch, still coming down from the high and he looked back at House clenching his fists.
"You fucking son of a-" Even though he looked as if he was about try to beat the shit out of him, House interrupted him. "Wow, I really thought you'd be more handsome somehow. But you really just look like some average guy you'd find on the street. I wonder what she even saw in you... In hindsight, do you think you were a pity fuck?"
He up at him with his mouth hanging open in a stupid fashion. "Who even are you... What are you doing here?"
He stood there with the lower part of his face still wet. He wiped his stubble with the back of his hand lewdly and almost proudly before answering. "I'm the guy who's making her come. And you are leaving." He pushed the box of stuff towards him with his cane. Before he got down to pick up the box, he briefly looked like he was about to punch him but then he turned around and pointed at me.
"You fucking bitch! I do all this shit for you, l support you, I change myself to meet your fucking standards, I handle your batshit-crazy attitude, I pay for all your shit and the second you say you're done you turn around and fuck an old cripple. You must be so desperate, you fucking slut."
House only looked at him coldly and calmly replied. "Of course she's desperate, you've never made her cum. Now, are you done?... Okay, good. Get the fuck out."
He shooed him to the door with his cane and looked down at him and whispered. "You talk to her like that again and I'll make sure you end up as a cripple too. Now shoo, lovely to meet you. Let's make sure we never do this again." He slammed the door shut and walked back to sit down on the couch.
He rubbed my leg. "You okay?" I looked at him and started laughing softly. "That was very entertaining to watch."
He leaned down. "Oh, yeah?" He hummed in agreement and I held his cheek in my hand when he leaned down and kissed me slowly. "And hot." I added quietly.
"I hope I was part of whatever did it for you." I bit my lip and let my hands dip under his shirt. I tranced his back muscles. "Oh yeah, definitely."
He shook his head in faux disappointment. "Still, horny? Thought I fixed that..."
"I have a lot to make up for..." He leaned down to mumble something in agreement before kissing me. Work was going to be so tiring tomorrow, this was going to be a long night...
