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Harvey (SDV)- One Glass Was all it Took (SMUT)

Hi, just dropping off this fanfic for you. Eat it up. hope yall enjoy I started this legit at 10am TODAY. This is the fastest I’ve written in a bit and the first fic I’ve finished in months (I’m so sorry)

The Harvey brain rot is real.

4-7-24

5.2k words

Your pov-

The sun was setting and I was relaxing on the porch swing, looking at the sky changing colors. It was a relaxing day, it rained in the morning, which made it easy to pet and collect from the animals, but annoying to  harvest the crops that were ready. It stopping raining at about four, and by then I was already done for the day. I contemplated going fishing or heading to the mines for a few hours to make up some of that wasted time but I ended up just cleaning and re-arranging some of the house. The birds were singing, still warm out but a cool breeze drifted through the trees. It was perfect out. 

"Enjoying the sunset?" I heard Harvey ask, I looked over and he was by the produce bin. I wasn't expecting him at all.

"Yeah, so pretty tonight." I smiled. He didn't come up into the porch, he leaned against the railing in front of me, a bottle of wine in hand being held out to me.

"I had to go to Zuzu City today, I picked this up on my way out. Think you'll enjoy it." He smiled as I leaned off the swing and grabbed it from him.

"This is my job." I giggled. It's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, the label boasting a 10 year age and top quality French grapes.

"Just a little bit of payback for all the stuff you've brought me." He smiled,"I-"

"Should I get glasses?" I asked,"you don't have to leave so soon do you?"

"I can stay for a bit." He leaned off the railing as I stood up.

"Perfect, come in."

Half and hour later-

"…Just a bunch of city and small town doctors and donors looking to shell out money. If I was convincing enough hopefully a few donors will step up and donate some money to the clinic.” He took a sip from his glass and looked at me,” It's a decent drive to the city, i don’t mind it. I use to intern at the Zuzu hospital, but when I heard they didn't have a doctor in this town, that the other towns also driving to the city for healthcare, I settled in." His eyes looked away from the now dusky blue sky and looked at him, which were watching him intently," why are you here? Besides your grandfathers passing, I don’t think you’ve told me.”

"I wasn't doing so well back home...so when we did get the news grandpa died my parents saw it as a way for me to get a new fresh start...and it worked, but boring I'll be honest. Three years, everyday almost the same." I shrugged my shoulders and finished the last of my glass. We both were only on the first glass, talking more than drinking.

"I get that. In a town so small it's easy to fall into a repetition...only reason why I've kept my car. I could sell it, put that money into the clinic, but when people in the outside towns needs assistance and they can't get here I get to switch it up and go to them."  He looked down at his glass and then back to me,"it's important to find joy in daily life, especially when you're life is a lot of physical work....its also important to find the time to relax."

"Yeah, but there's always something that has to get done over here or someone needs something." His hand came down and sat just above my knee.

"You need to start making time for yourself." His face was serious, but not scolding. His brows lightly furrowed together, but his eyes held a caring look.

"Doctors orders?" I smiled, a chuckle trailing behind the words and I felt my cheeks flush. Luckily it was darker out but the porch light was still on.

"Doctors orders." He smiled, his eye contact was held with mine. He did look like he was contemplating something, his eyes slightly looking down below mine before locking back with mine.

Usually it would take me a third glass to get the confidence to make any sort of move, but over the few years I've been here, the conversations we've had, professional settings and non professional, it gave me the confidence.

The swing wasn't big, our legs were comfortably touching, and his hand still sat on my leg. I pushed up just a bit, my lips connecting to his, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but he returned it quickly, the hand on my thigh came to my check and my heart rate relaxed a bit.  His mustache tickled my nose but I didn't mind it at all. We both tasted like wine and I heard his glass tink against the table in his side, his newly free hand softly held my other cheek, mine still holding my glass. He was the first to pull away from the slow kiss.

"(y/n)..."  he whispered before pulling back more and my heart sped up, awaiting rejection,"are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Harvey." I replied quickly but not forcefully, he took the glass from my hand and placed it with his on the table behind him.

I could tell he was thinking, quickly contemplating the decisions he could make. He turned back to me, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a thirty four year old doctor stuck in place." His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke.

"And im a twenty five year old who couldn't hold down a job long enough to have a chance to be stable." I confessed,"my last relationship ended with cops and a restraining order."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But (y/n), you said you're bored, you're bored here... I watch the history channel and live quietly."

"You don't get it, Harv. I'm bored cause I'm alone, everyday I wake up and it's just me, you're stuck in place cause it's just you. Don't humans need others around? We are social animals."  He let out a quiet and sharp exhale from him nose, hand still in my cheek that didn't even realize I've relaxed into.

"There are others-"

"Please Harvey, I've already tried, they've all got their own dreams in places I've already tried to live and couldn't....i want quiet but I don't wanna be alone."  His hand slid away from my cheek, just to hold onto my chin,"there's no reason to not try."

"You have to understand that I'm still your doctor and if it doesn't work-"

"If it doesn't work my ass Harvey." I grabbed lightly onto his other wrist,"I've never been more sure of anything.."I leaned forwards,"and you haven't been only  charging me half for no reason, don't think I haven't noticed. You can say you're not the right one but it's obvious Harv-"

He cut me off with his lips, his hand coming to my waste, pulling my body a bit closer to his. I kissed him back quickly not wasting any time, my body was twisted a bit, my hands held onto his jacket covered shoulders. Our lips moved in sync, tongues tangling with each other, heat and want radiating from the both of us.

My hand grabbed onto his tie as I slid off the swing and stood up, our lips didn't disconnect, his big hands sat on my waist as he sat up higher before standing. He was taller than me, so he was bowed down to keep the kiss going and my back pressed against the railing of the porch. He pulled away, and stood up straight, looking down at me. His hand left my waist and he pushed his glasses back up. God he was handsome.

I decided to ditch the glasses that were on  the table and lead him inside by his tie.

When we got to my bedroom he took off his jacket and I loosened his tie before I started undoing his belt while he kicked off his shoes. His hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, slipping it off of my body, dropping it to the floor as he walked me back, the back of my legs feeling the mattress and he unclipped my bra. My thighs pressed together a bit, feeling that pulse between my legs and myself getting wetter. He slid it down my arms and I sat down, his hands running down my body as he slowly got down onto his knees.

"This bruise is concerning."  He ran his thumb on the right side of my ribs and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't even feel it Harv." I rolled my eyes with a smile and cupped his cheek, his cheek and jaw was a bit tickly. He placed a kiss to the top of my chest, kissing my collarbones and then down between my breasts,"if you want to know it's from my goat getting too excited and accidentally butting me."

"I'm glad.." his hand cupped my breast, fingers massaging it, my nipple pressed into his palm as he placed a kiss on my other. My hand sat on the back of his neck, my nails lightly scratching his scalp, his shaggy hair between my fingers," it's nothing serious…but goats are pretty strong,” he looked up at me,”could’ve broken a rib.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as his lips returned to my breast. I propped up on my left arm, his tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth teasing it lightly and I grinded down to on the mattress from the pressure of need building up inside of me. While he places kisses to my breasts his hands came down and undid the button of my jeans, and unzipped them. He pushed up slightly placing a kiss on my sternum and I laid back on my forearm. He hooked his fingers into my jeans, I raised my hips a bit and he pulled them down slowly, my panties going with them. His eyes locked with mine, until the fabric fell to the floor, and now I was naked with him between my legs.

Both of us paused. Suddenly I wish I had drank another glass. His eyes trailed down my body, taking it in.

“Harvey?” I asked, and he looked up at me, his look alone told me I was the one feeling off.

“Sorry…taking it in now.” He pushed my thighs out, spreading my legs wider, and he grew taller, kneeling only on one knee now,”once these glasses come off I can’t exactly see you the best.”

I felt my face blush as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh, and my pussy tighten from his touch. It’s been awhile, a good four years since I’ve been with something other than a vibrator. I felt his thumb slide up my lips, feeling how wet I’ve gotten, then his thumb slipped between and immediately found my clit. My lips parted the moment his thumb pad touched my clit, he slowly and softly dragged his thumb in a circle against it and my head lulled back a bit and I let out a sigh. He trailed a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, mustache tickling and dragging against my skin. His thumb worked a bit faster and my thighs quivered a few times.

“Harvey please.” I pushed out with a breath and I heard him hum lightly. His thumb left my clit and I felt his middle finger circle my wet hole before dipping in causing a moan to rumble in my throat as I bit my lip. His fingers were nice, he had nice hands at that. His fingers were long kind of thick, but nimble none the less. He curled his finger to the curve of my walls as he slowly dragged it in and out. I didn’t realize where he was till I felt the left side of the bed dip a bit.

“Absolutely soaked.” He whispered into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine and I tightened around his finger,”you haven’t had anything in a while, huh?”

“Too busy..mm, too tired at the end of the day.” I answered, feeling him kiss my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin.

He kissed my shoulder with a hum, his middle finger leaving me, but coming back with his ring finger in tow. His fingers slipped right back in, my head couldn’t help my fall back, the front of my neck completely bared to him. He curled his fingers to my anatomy again and he sped up the slightest. I could feel how wet I was, it was almost embarrassing, but come on…it’s Harvey.

My hips rolled into his palm and his fingers found my gspot, I bit down onto my lips, my eyes fell close.

“Right theere.” I moaned, and he changed his fingers positions, a deeper curl. I heard something light fall onto the bed and my eyes opened the littlest. I saw his glasses. I raised my head, timing perfectly with him lifting my left leg onto his shoulder. His stubble rubbing against the inside of my thigh, before feeling his tongue against my clit, he kept a steady pace and motion with his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at my clit,my hand finding the top of his hair, not tugging but sitting in it, holding it out of his face. I was breathing heavy, breathy moans just slipping out. His lips latched on to clit, a mix of licking and sucking, making my body tense and my moans grow louder.

“Oh God.” I moaned out, my heel digging into his back just below his shoulder blade,”Fuuuck Harv.”

He pushed up onto the bed, his left arm wrapped around the front of my thigh, holding the inside of it with his hand and he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. I heard a groan erupt from him as his tongue dipped in with his fingers before sliding back to my clit, giving it a harsh suck. My hands gripped into his hair, my body pushing into his. My head felt light, my thigh tensing in his grip, being held open to avoid squeezing his head. The way he was circling, sucking, and licking my clit roughly paired with his fingers “come hither” and just how deep his fingers were inside of me I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel my slick dripping down my ass, definitely soaked in the comforter, my walls tightened around his fingers. My moans were more present, louder, and longer. My body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna cum Harv.” I whined out, releasing his hair for a second before griping back on. My thighs started twitching and the upper half of my body curling forwards yet my head lulling back,”I’m gon-gonna cum baby.”

He didn’t change was he was doing, and my toes curled, my eyes rolling back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as my body tightened. that knot in my abdomen snapping, cumming on his fingers. We kept his pace steady as I rode out my release, only slowing down when I started whimpering and hips near spasming into his face.

I fell onto my back, as his fingers slid out of my pussy, his tongue lapping up my release. His hand left the inside of my thigh, and I heard his glasses drag towards him, before wrapping around it again. He placed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his mustache wet. I was catching my breath, coming back to reality when my thigh dropped from his shoulder and I felt his thumb swipe across my bottom lip. I opened them and his finger laid on my tongue, I closed my lips around them, cleaning my cum off of them.

I opened my eyes when he slid his fingers out of my mouth. He was standing in front of the bed, looking down at my pussy, the bulge in his dark brown corduroys prominent. I sat up, and pulled him to me by his tie, kissing him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of jeans and pulling away from him, a light bite dragging his lip before letting go. His lips were pink, so was his face. He undid his tie enough to get it off over his head and took off his long sleeve as I placed kisses down his stomach, slowly unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t a “fit” man, he had a dad bod but no kids(not yet), but he was attractive and sexy as hell nonetheless. He brushed the hair out of my face as I kissed down his happy trail. I slid down to my knees and he took a step back. I looked up at him through my lashes as I hooked my fingers into the waist on his pants and boxer band, and slid them down. His cock sprung out and I stopped pulling down his pants. He was decent size, long enough to where he wouldn’t be able to get all of it in but most, but he was thick. It made sense for a man as meaty as he is.

I kissed up his thigh, which had impeccable grinding quality. His fingers carded through my hair, my hands sat on his hips as I kissed up his body till I was standing, a bit wobbly, but his hand came around to my back.

“I wanna ride you.” I kissed his chest and he chuckled, his hand sat on the side of my neck and lower part of my jaw, his thumb brushed over my jaw, before he angled my face to look up at him.

“You can, but you have to go easy.” I gave him a pouty furrowed brow look and he smirked with fondness,”you haven’t had sex in awhile. Feeling how tight you were-and just with fingers, you have to take it easy.”

“You saying I’m too small for your cock, Doctor?” I whispered intimately and I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, my chest pressing into his, his cock pressed against the front of my thigh. His face flushed even more as his hands held onto my waist. My hand came around to the back of his head and I pulled his head closer to mine and I whispered,”guess it’s a good thing I’m absolutely soaked for you.”

He let out a breath I don’t think he realized he was holding in and I lowered down onto my soles. He hasn’t gotten a moment to speak, this pussy has his tongue caught. My fingers dragging against his skin as I backed up and crawled onto the bed. I propped up onto my arms, facing him, and spread my legs open, my heels stable on the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna be the one to stretch this pussy then?” It looked like his brain stopped working for a second, before has hand gripped onto his cock, his tongue quickly swiping along the bottom of his top lip and he smirked lightly, more adoration then the lust his eyes held.

“I probably shouldn’t, no condoms.” He crossed his arms, oh he looked good.

“What did you go into the city and fuck a stripper?” I joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“We’re unprotected.” His hands moved to his waist and I looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

“Harvey…you’re the dude who gives me my birth control every month.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“I’m aware of that, It’s still unsafe nonetheless.” His hands sat on my knees before grabbing the back of my calves.

“Live a little, just for tonight.” His grip tightened on my calves and he looked to the side and then back to me before pulling me edge of the bed, I fell onto my back as he held my calfs on his waist, his cock sitting right over my soaking cunt. His head tapping against it as it bounced lightly.

“For tonight.” His hand let go of my calf and I held it against his waist. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his caressed my cheek, him thumb brushed against the cheek bone. He used that same hand to drag the head of his cock between my slick lips, running it against my clit, then rubbing his tip against my needy hole, he watched his cock slide between my lips before he looked up at me.

“Need a pillow.” I quickly grabbed the fluffiest one from behind me and handed it to him. I tightens my legs around him but he peeled them off,”where’s your bathroom?”

“Why?” I asked sitting up.

“Just need a towel.” I just fell in love with him. Luckily there was a bathroom in my bedroom so I pointed to the door and he walked over. Man has a nice ass, he is just good looking in general.

He came back with one of my thick towels, dark grey. He folded it into two and put it over the towel. I laid back down, holding my knees close to my chest and he grabbed my calf’s, spreading my legs and placing my lower half onto the pillow.

“That’s better.” His hands guided my legs around his waist, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock. I swallowed and bit down onto my lower lip as he stroked his cock through my lips. He was right, this angle felt better. His tip circled my entrance and he looked at me,”you ready?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and he paused for a moment before he started pushing the tip in. I immediately gripped onto the mattress below me my eyes squeezing shut, he was so right. He always right.

“I think I-“ he stopped pushing in mid tip.

“No no, just keep going…Fuck Harv.”

“Just tell me if it hurts, I’ll go easy.” He started pushing it in again. My walls stretching around him yet clamping down on him. It was a mix of absolute pleasure and pain. A deep throaty grain erupted out of his chest, I opened my eyes to see his head tilted back before coming back to look down at his cock stretching into me. I when he bottomed he pressed deeper into me and pushed out a shakey moan from my lips.

He stopped for a moment, giving my body a chance to relax around him, his hand ran up and down my thigh comfortingly as I breathed in and out, my brows twisted together.

“Move, please” I said softly and he did just that, he slowly slid his cock out of me, even his tip, and slid it back inside. Another moan left my left, my lips stayed open as he pushed in deeper this time, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in. He kept it slow and steady, listening to the whines and groans that fell from my lips.

“Shit (y/n).” He groaned out, I felt his thumb press against my clit, rubbing tight and slow circle against it, my legs tightening around his waist. He moved his hips a bit faster, his cock dragging against my walls. His thumb abandoned my clit, and his hands grabbed onto my hips, holding them tightly, fingertips pressing deeply into my ass.

“Fuck me Harvey.” I breathed out.

“How do you want it, darling?” I pressed my lips together and a small giggle sounded in my throat from the pet name that fell from his lips, I felt my body curl a bit as his hand touched my check. His tone was as smooth as whiskey dripping with lust,”tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Faster…” I swallowed and took a breath, my voice a bit shakey,”and deeper.”

His movements did become a bit faster, still focused on not hurting me, but he did pressed his cock deeper into me on each thrust.

“Good good.” My lips fell open as he started thrusting harder, his tip starting to hit that spot in me,”oooh yess.”

“found it?”

“Uuhuh.” I moaned, and he thrusted his tip against it again, but harder, to confirm and it was confirmed with an unsolicited moan.

“You’re taking me so well, (y/n). So daaamn good.” He groaned, his thrusts stayed sharp and even but he sped up more, rocking his hips into my pelvis. I tightened around him getting lost in the feeling of his tip sliding through my walls, the sound of his skin now slapping against mine, and the way groans and light moans fell from his lips. My heels dug into his back and his name trailed out of my lips. I felt my slick drip down my ass and into the towel, hearing how wet his motions sound now. I felt his body lean forwards, his thrusts kept steady, but slowed down a bit, fucking deeply into me, his cock grinding perfectly against my g-spot now.

“Oooh! Har-Harvey!” I loudly moaned out, it didn’t hurt, well a little bit, but it felt too good to complain. He was tall so his forearms laid flat on the bed trapping my head. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my hands wrapping around his back and gripping onto his shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan Into his ear, erotic moans falling from my lips as my pussy got wetter.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock like this.” He strained out, my nails were digging into his skin as he sped up more. My eyes clamped shut, sob like moans ripping out of my throat, that heat building up in my lower abdomen telling me I was the verge of spilling over.

“Ha-Harvey,” I breathed out, my words whined ,”I’m gon-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my cock, darling.” He groaned into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, and the erotic groans falling from his lips were a perfect music to my ears. My left hand slid off his back, and I felt his weight shift, and I peeled my eyes open. He didn’t have his glasses on, and he was propped up on left arm, his right hand went back to my pussy, his hand pressed down on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“Harvey! Aaaah fuuuuck!” My back arched up and a moan tore out of me, as my orgasm ripped through me. I saw starbursts behind my closed eyes, a rush of heat covering my whole body as it tensed up. My walls clamped around him as my right hands nails scraping against his back and he let out a strained groan.

“That’s it…That’s it.” He cooed, and I felt

His cock twitch inside of me as he fucked me through my high.

He kept his pace as steady as he could, going back to standing, his thumb abandoned my clit. I looked at him with heavy lids, watching his face,his glasses were back on, his lips were parted and his eyes watched his cock thrust in and out of me , and how his hands gripped onto my thighs.

“Come on Harv.” My tone tripped with ecstasy, as I propped up on my arms a bit to watch him and his body better, his eyes met mine, half lidded, before looking down, watching the way my chest moved from his thrusts,”cum for me Harvey.”

I felt his cock twitch more inside of me, his thrust still felt good and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, his neck straining, his body tightening, and I bit my lip at the sight of him on the verge of coming undone, but there was something holding him back, himself really.

“You-you can cum inside of me Harv..” I breathed out and swallowed and he locked his eyes with mine,”you can cum wherever.”

I relaxed my legs grip on his waist, and with those words he finally came undone. He slid out of me quickly, his hand stroking his cock roughly, spirting white cum onto my stomach. His head lulled back as he stroked his cock, slowing it down that last bit dripped down the bottom of his head and onto my stomach.

He breathed heavily as my legs fell from his waist and he sat down in the edge of the bed and fell into his back next to me. I closed my legs and r looked up and over at him, hand on his chest, catching his breath. I kissed his shoulder and he looked over at me, a blissed out look on his face and I smiled.

“You got game Harv.” I giggled and looked down at my stomach, and he sat up.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He leaned to me and placed a kiss on my lips before standing up, and proceeded to do just that.

The next day, noon

Harvey slept over last night, but when I woke up at six he was already gone, there was a note on the kitchen table in his hand writing that advised me to hydrate and thanking me for the good night. The wine glasses that were left outside were clean and on the drying rack as well. I had already gotten what I had to get done outside done, but it was another rainy day, absolutely down pouring. I had to change my clothes even though I had on my rain jacket, so I decided today would be a day that I would take to myself.

I was laying in the couch reading, some cable show playing on the tv. My reading was interrupted by a knock on the door, so I placed my marker in the book and got up quickly and headed to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi.” Harvey smiled, one hand held a soaked umbrella, his other was behind his back.

“That umbrella didn’t do you too well.” I giggled, seeing the rain spots on his button up, he looked at his shirt and chuckled.

“I guess not, at least I’m not soaked though…I’m sorry I walked out early, there was a shipment coming to the clinic at six thirty I had to be there for.” He explained.

“That’s alright, thanks for cleaning the glasses.” I wasn’t in front of the doorway he could walk in but he hasn’t,”what do you need Harv?”

“I…I wanted to give you this.” The hand that was behind his back came out and revealed a gorgeous bouquet. My lips fell over in shock and soon those like formed the biggest smile. My cheeks flushed as I took it from him, I looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at him,”you’re right…maybe this could work.”

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I just need 3 hours where I’m not worrying abt school work and shit and I swear…5/19 of my drafts would be completed

[gegewrites]

i need more house smut pls!!!! love it :)

I would like to use this as an update announcement.

I have a ton of stuff in my drafts, unfinished obviously. I apologize for my “ghosting”, with college I’ve been focusing everything on my classes and getting the time/motivation to write has not been there.

I’ve been working on some stuff and I hope to publish something soon, with that being said, I’ve got 4 House smuts in my drafts so don’t worry they will be “cumming” soon.

Thanks for the continuous Support you all show to my pieces, it truly means the world and I hope to get more to you all soon 🫶 <3

-Gege

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James Wilson- Pretty in Pink(smut)

I got really fucking busy and it’s only getting worse! 💃 SMUT TIME!!!

Requester- @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf (I hope you enjoy sorry for the wait)

7-19-23

Words-3.3k

Kinda edited?

Wilson’s pov-

I closed and locked the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and tomato was in the air, telling me that (y/n) cooked. I did come home a bit late, only an hour.  House took my keys, wouldn't give them to me unless I looked at his patient, and then still wouldn't give them back to me. I stole them back and now I'm home, thank god, though I’m expecting him to show up at my door. 

I took off my suit jacket and threw it over the couch, looking into the kitchen as I did so, (y/n) wasn't there, but food was. Then the door to the bedroom opened, the door creaks a bit so it's easy to tell which room.

"Honey?" I asked out loud hearing her steps getting closer.

"You're late." (y/n) said as she enetwred the living room, she had her long black robe on...it use to be mine.  A smile crept to my lips as she walked over.

"I am so sorry, House was pinned on this diagnosis and wouldn't let me leave till I consulted the patient and did-" she cut me off, her hands coming up, holding lightly to both sides of my jaw, her lips pressed against mine. A kiss to shut me up.

"It's fine." She whispered against my lips, my hands finding their place on the curve of her waist, unconsciously pulling her closer to me. The underneath of the robe on her hips felt a little bulky, I brushed it off as her lips touched mine again. Her soft lips moving with mine, her fingertips grazing down to jaw to clasp together behind my neck. My hands moving from her waist to hold against her lower back , pulling her body against mine even closer. As I felt my pulse speed up a few beats, her fingers carded through the back of my hair, taking hold of the longer hair against my crown, pulling my lips away from hers.

"Wanna eat?" She asked, pulling away from home, her hands on my shoulders.

"What's on the stove or in front of me?" I asked, my lips curling into a slight smirk and she giggled lightly. my right hand snuck back to the front of the robe, grabbing one of the tied ends, only to be stopped by a hand now on my wrist,"come on."

"You should eat first."  She suggested once more,"you said you didn't get lunch."

"I can eat later." I pulled my hand back, pulling the end of the tie. The bow tied on the front of her stomach coming undone. I kept my eyes on her, her cheeks tinting pink, and that cute sheepish smile on her face forming. 

"James-" she held the robe by her chest, her right palm flat against the black fabric.

"What are you hiding?" My brow raised, smirk now turned grin plastered on my face. He gaze averted from me, now looking towards the wall. My left hand came up to grab her right wrist, pulling it away from her chest.

It fell open just the littlest bit. Showing mostly skin, put also pink fabric along her rib area and hips. Right as I was about to grab both sides of the open middle of the robe, she quickly turned around. Darting back to the bedroom.

"(y/n)!" I chuckled, quickly walking the path she took.

The door was shut, but not fully so I pushed it open. What I saw kneeling in the middle of the bed, will forever be carved into my brain. I will see it when my life flashes before my eyes. 

"My God." I said in complete awe. She was in Lingerie decorated in baby pink floral lace.

The bra that cradled her breasts was baby pink, with floral lace. The lace skirted out from the band of the bra, only hanging enough to cover the top of her ribs. A gold heart kept the bra together in the front, and two small pink bows were tied where the bra straps connected to the bra in front.

She sat up more, sitting up a bit taller, moving her hands behind her back, letting me see more of the bottom piece. The panties were secure by a band around her waist, another golden heart just under her belly button holding the band in front, It was decorated with the same Lacy fabric, which was skirted out to the sides of her hips. Two smaller bands connected to it, holding onto the bit lace that covered her pussy.

"Do you like it?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Do i- psssh." My hands sat on my hips as I looked at her, I was speechless she looked so damn good,"come closer."

She crawled to the end of the bed as I walked over. she sat back on her calves, her thighs flushing out more and I couldn't wait for my head to be between them.  My right hand cradled her jaw as my eyes looked her up and down. Taking in the design more clearly on the lingerie. I peaked behind her, seeing the back of the bra and panties were secured by a bow tied with a ribbon the same shade of pink.

"How long did it take you to tie those bows?" I asked, coming back to look at her gorgeous face.

"Not even two minutes. It's easy." She giggled and I shook my head.

"That's a women's skill." My thumb brushed over her pink tinted cheek and she sat up fully. her hands grazing up my sides, to her hand gliding flat along my chest to wrap her arms around my neck,”you always look so pretty in pink.”

“Its my best bedroom color.” She giggled, I felt her playing with the collar of my shirt.

“That and blue, red- you could definitely rock a neon green set-“ she cut me off with her lips, and I let my hand fall from her jaw. she wasted no time to get hot with it. My left hand sat on the curve of her back, my right hand buried into the back of her hair holding against her scalp.

She ran her hands down my chest, I felt her tug at my tie. She loosened it before she focused on the buttons of my shirt, her lips still moving quickly and perfectly with mine.

She tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her lips pulling away to bring the tie over my head, tossing it away. I unbuttoned the wrist of my sleeves as she kissed at my jaw. Her hands pressed against my chest before sliding the shirt down my arms, the white fabric dropping to the floor. her lips moved down to my neck.

My right hand sat on her hips before I took the skirted part of her panties in between my thumb, middle and index finger. Kinda felt like those decorative lace curtains your grandma has in her living room, though you could tell by the fine details and the softer feel of the lace that it wasn't cheap.

"When did you get this?" I asked as her lips neared my collar bone, my left hands creeping around to the curve of her back.

"Awhile ago. Around new years." She said against my skin. She left a final kiss on my neck before pulling away,"figured it was about time."

"So my birthday wasn't the right time?" My right hand slid up her side, I started undoing the bow on the back of the bra.

"No, that's why I just went naked for your birthday." That was an enjoyable day, we were snowed in. Nothing else to really do but watch movies and have sex.

I pulled the bra down her arms, taking a few seconds to look at it a bit more before tossing it to the floor. My attention returning back to her. I took a step back, taking a mental picture for later, which she giggled at.

“Sit on the edge.” She moved off her knees as I got down on mine. I pushed her legs open, and she leaned back on her propped arms. She moved a bit closer, almost giving me a face full of boob, which I wasn’t far from already. My hands slid along the sides of her thighs, and onto her hips.

“Pretty girl.” I placed a kiss just below her sternum. I slid my right hand behind her and grabbed and end of a ribbon, pulling the bow apart slowly.

I noticed how her left hand lightly held onto my right forearm, the way she pushed her chest closer to me as I kissed up the valley between her breasts.

“Come on James.” She urged in what was barely a whisper. My hands held onto her waist, my lips still not leaving her skin. Placing kisses on her chest, collarbones, neck, anywhere I could reach on my knees. I took her right breast in my left palm, massaging it with my finger tips as I kissed her neck, her head falling back. I pulled away, grabbed her right arm and pulled it forward. She gasped as she fell onto her back, a little giggle erupted from her.

I took hold on the waist band of the panties, she lifted her hips and I pulled them off, joining the bra on the floor. She was quick to put her legs over my shoulders, propping up onto her elbows, looking at me with a smile which no longer held any innocence, her eyes filled with lust. I could feel how hard I was getting my pants.

“This what you want, Baby?” I asked, obvious to the answer. She nodded with a hum, my hands held onto the top of her thighs. I trailed messy kisses up the inside of her left thigh, slowing down when I got closer to her pretty pussy. She dug her heel into my upper back, trying to pull me closer.

“You mind?” I looked up at her, raising my brow. She rolled her eyes and laid down on her back, her leg relaxing again. I placed a Kiss above her clit before letting my tongue dive in between her lips. Revealing just how wet she was. She rolled her hips up into me, not much, just urging me for more which I gave.

I started slow, kitten licking her clit, gaining those small whines from her throat as my tongue sped up, changing from lapping at her clit to circling it.

“Aaah James.” She sighed out, her thighs already tightening around my face. I grabbed them harder and held them a bit more open for my own sake, she can crush my head later.

I circled her core with my tongue, dipping my tongue in and then licking back up to her clit, and back to her core. She tasted sweet and heady, the type of taste you wanted to keep on your tongue.

I felt her thighs twitch lightly each time I licked her clit, so I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked at at. A broken moans ripped out of her lips, and her hand shot into my hair, her nails immediately catching at my scalp. I groaned as she tugged my hair, I still kept sucking her clit, licking it as I did so. Her thighs tight and quivering around my head. I looked up at her, propped up on her left elbow, head back, lips parted, and back arched.

I let go of her left thigh, and wasted no time on sliding my middle finger into her core, and started pumping it, I stopped sucking her clit and started circling it with my tongue again. I watched her reaction, the way she curled up, jaw dropped allowing those pleasure filled moans fill the room before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, I shot her a wink, and she collapsed back onto her back and I slid in my middle finger. Curling both as i pumped faster, making sure to hit that soft spot each time. My tongue lapped from her core to her clit, her breathing was fast and her abdomen was tightened, her walls were fluttering out my fingers, I could tell she was close. The whines that we’re able to escape from her were high pitched, definitely close.

“I-Im gonna cu-um.” Her voice shaky and volume low, i didn’t leave her. I kept licking, sucking, and pumping. I didn’t have that much of a choice, I was trapped in her thighs, though I was still keeping a firm hold on her right thigh. A long and loud whine escaped from her throat, almost like a teapot when it’s reached it boiling point. Her orgasm hit her, and she rode it out on my lower face and fingers.

I slowed down when her thighs loosened. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face and hand off and I stood up; her legs falling from my shoulders.

“You’re fantastic.” I smiled, catching my breath as she sat up fully. She didn’t say anything, she just quickly undid my belt, then the buttons, the zipper. I gathered her hair in my hand as she did so, wrapping it around my fist and then letting it go as she slid my boxers off. Complete relief. I stepped out of them, and gave my cock a few strokes, and she patted on the bed.

“I wanna ride.” She stood up and I sat down. I grabbed her hips as she straddled my lap.

“Well go ahead baby.” I ran my right hand up and down her side as she grabbed my cock, tugging it lightly as she positioned it right under her wet core. I planted my left hand behind me into the mattress as she held nto my shoulder for more support.

I watched as she lowered down onto my cock, her pussy slipping around me perfectly, . She took my tip and a bit more in one go,her walls squeezing me perfectly. She let out a whined sigh and I groaned. Both her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second when she took me fully, my tip coming in tight contact to her gspot.

“You feel sooo good.” She wasted no time to start moving. I sat forward, both hands holding her hips. She rose up to where my tip was only in before coming down halfway, back up, then down fully. She never wasted her time going slow when riding, she always kicked it right into gear.

Your pov-

A few minuets later-

My hips rolled down onto James’s, my hands planted on his chest as he was laid down on the bed. My hairline, spine, and the back of my knees were damp. the inside of my thighs getting wetter. Each time I came down, his tip pressed harshly against my gspot, rubbing against it perfectly when I grinded my hips down onto his. Small moans left my open lips every time I came back down, groans snd sighs leaving his.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands giving my ass a hard squeeze before sliding back to my waist,” so good.”

He looked amazing underneath me, he always does. His hair messily finger brushed back, his abdomen muscles tightening, the way his body rolled when he bucked his hips up. His arm muscles tight, finally showing their definition.

“Jaaamess.” I sped up, planting my hands into the mattress by his head. his hands gripped my waist harder, helping to lift me up and drop me down,”oh Go-od.”

“That’s it.. wooow.” His eyes were locked on my chest, which was right over his face. My breasts swaying with the rocking of my body. He had a huge grin on his face and eyes full of lust and amazement.

“Mmmm Fu-uck.” I moaned, my eyes closing. my body was heating up now, I could feel the blush on my skin forming. My breathing was fast and shallow, matched up to the rhythm of my hips moving up and down. I could feel my head getting dizzy and my pace starting to falter,”oh god.”

“I got ya.” I gave him control as I could tell he was controlling me more then I was. Instead of keeping pace,he stopped me. Sitting up as his left arm wrapped around my lower back the other on my upper.

He stood up, I held onto his shoulders, his cock never leaving me, and then he laid me down on the bed. I held my legs around his waist and my heels dug into his lower back as I kept my grip on his shoulders. His right hand now planted at my head, his left arm still holding my lower back, keeping my hips angled to his perfect. He rolled in his hips into mine, and he looked so good doing it, it only made my orgasm approach faster.

“Faster.” I tired to grab further down his back, my nails scratching against him as his body moved. His tip punched right into my gspot, not too hard but just right. His left arm slid out from under me, his thumb making contact with my clit, rubbing it in a circle quickly which only made my legs tighten around his waist and my Nails scratch deeper, and my pussy squeeze him.

“So fucking good.” He spoke into my ear, his breath hot against my shoulder and neck,”squeezing me tight.”

My back arching up more to him, almost spasming, I felt was wall fluttering around him, my core tightening, and my moans Basically uncontrollable but I tried to keep them down.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonnafuckingcum!” My nails digging into his back, he sharply inhaled and groaned out the breath in response.

“Give it to me baby, give it to me.” His tone low and lust soaked. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He kept fucking me as my orgasm crashed through me, my eyes clamped shut, mouth stuck open as moans and gasps came from it.

He groaned my name, his left hand now grabbing my thigh as his pace slowed down just a bit, rhythm a little more messy. I felt his cum shoot into me, mixing with mine and I felt it drip down my ass and coat the immediate areas of my thighs and lips.

He slowed down after a minute or so, making sure he fucked us both through our highs. I held his back tightly and he came down onto his forearm. I gasped for air into his shoulder and felt his breath against my neck. Iight scrapped up his back and into his hair, just holding the back of his scalp before sliding down to his neck. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder as he pulled out of me, I felt more cum drip down my ass and onto the comforter below me.

“Exactly what I fucking needed.” He said as he laid down on his back next to me. I rolled onto my side, resting on my left forearm.

“I hoped so.” I smiled, leaning on to press a kiss to his chest, my right hand sitting on his ribs. I felt his right hand against my upper back,”will you go eat now?”

“After, gotta clean you up first.” His left hand came and held my cheek and rolled my eyes as a smile overtook my lips,”pretty girl.”

“Shut up…” I shook my head as I sat up,”you sexy fuck.”

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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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Dr.House- rough day

I had a rough day during the week so this was created.

6/2/23

2.3k words

Not edited

Houses Pov-

It was now eight am, the group and I have already reconvened twice in the conference room. Yet there's no sign of (y/n). No phone call, we can't reach her either. So we're waiting. She's usually in the office by seven or seven thirty. eight at the absolute latest. She'll also take Any excuse to stay late...she's weird.

"Run some more tests." I glanced over at the conference room door and then back to the team,"anything to waste time, the one with all my answers isn't here."

"Are you-" I swiftly cut Cameron off, walking away from the white board.

"Go get a coffee while you're at it." I took hold of the handle to my offices door and foreman spoke.

"You can't be serious." I looked over at him and raised my brow.

"When have I not been serious? Come get me when (l/n) is here, or you have answers." I let my office door close behind me when I finished the sentence and walked over to my office. Leaning my cane against the side and sitting down in the rolling chair.

I had answers. This case simply wasn't that serious to really care. foreman, Chase, and Cameron can figure it out, and they will. If they don't, I'll spoil the surprise that its simply just a child that desperately just needs some anxiety medication pronto.

Your Pov-

This morning has been rough, and it just seems to be getting worse as the minutes drag on.

First, I wake up late, I wake up at five thirty everyday, I'm out of the house by six thirty. I like to have time to calmly get ready.  Well, I woke up at Six, which leaves me already half an hour behind.

Then I find out The coffee pot never brewed, the timer never set. It was still flashing the set time of 5:20 AM at me, alerting me to my stupidity. I got a call on the home phone when I was making it…So now I need to get coffee at work, so now I'll be in a bitchy mood till I get it.

By the time I had gotten dressed and put on my basic makeup, and grabbed some other things I needed,  I only have five minutes left to spare.

Today I put on these heels I had, I could walk miles in them, they were perfect. They were also right by the door and I wasn't looking for something to match this outfit properly, but these go with everything.

I grabbed my bag putting my phone, laptop, and other simple items into it, but realized the lanyard with my keys on it was missing. I quickly threw my doctors coat on, and scanned the table. I had my bag on a table by the front door. I opened it only drawer and it wasn't in there, only junk mail. I even shuffled it around. Now I was scrambling over my one level apartment. Stressfully lifting up my couches cushions.  feeling in between the loveseats cushions, looking under them on my hands and knees.

I moved into the kitchen, which was a simply archway away from the living room left of the front door. I pushed away the simple litterings on the counter- newspapers, magazines, opened mail. Coming around the breakfast counter to scan the grey granite counter. I looked in the fridge, I looked in the mug cupboard.

"Where the fuck are they!" I yelled between gritted teeth, careful of the volume because of the time of morning and the presence of neighbors. I rushed into the bedroom and look along the dressers and night stands, getting down on my hands and knees again to look under the bed and as to my surprise. They weren't there. But my cat, Simon, was.

I let out a heavy and long exhale and I walked out of my bedroom, the tip hitting the floor angrily, avoiding using my heels to the best of my ability due to, once again, the time of morning and neighbors.

I was now a minute late according the the watch on my wrist. as I approached the door, I caught Glimpse of the doorknob, now approaching the whole situation with a different level of stress snd adrenaline.

They were on the fucking doorknob.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I manically laughed through sentence as I grabbed my bag and slung a strap over my shoulder.

I had to park further down the street last night,  my normal spot was taken. So I had to walk a block away from home.

Adding two minutes to my late tracker.

I rushed over to the driver side, stepping off the curb simultaneously pressing down on the unlock button on the Keys. I heard the locks click open and I pulled the door open. Tossing my bag into the passenger seat. Closing the door and shoving the key in the ignition and turning it. When the dials settled, I had a near empty tank of gas. To think  I debated stopping yesterday. Ive got twenty miles, closest  one is five miles away.

Adding ten minuets to the late tracker. It was seven, I was supposed to be in the office. I was surprised I had no calls yet. So I reached into my bag to check my phone. Flipping it open to find out it was dead. So i dropped it back in and resumed on driving.

Apparently everyone needed the fucking gas station this morning.  I had to wait in a line of three. Luckily the guy at the pump was finished when I pulled in, so he drove off and the first car pulled in. Four minutes. The second car, three minutes. I also checked the other line. Definitely not going there. A boat, and some dude with four wheelers. God must really hate me because that's unusual for this town. The third car took five minutes. So Twelve minutes waiting in line. It look me seven minutes as i ran in to get coffee, I needed it. The adrenaline has worn off.

Adding nineteen minutes to the late tracker.

Of course since rush hour was starting, I got stuck in some traffic but not much. I also hit every red light possible. It only takes me twenty six minutes to get to work. I was already four minutes late.

Traffic was going steady, at least for twelve minutes it was, before some dude ran a red light and t-boned a car that had the right away.

I slammed my head down onto my hand gripping the steering wheel and silently flipped out. I'm officially late. I don't have a phone charger on me, I'll have to use the one in the office, but I can't call to say I'm going to be late. Traffic on our side was stopped and all turns to the right lane.

The current time is now eight thirty. I'm five minutes away from the hospital. I like being at work. I'll admit it, I like my job.  It's not bad working for House and there's always something to do. House can be an ass, but I get paid to be entertained. The others aren't bad, they're nice to work with. I don't see them outside of work which is completely fine.

I finally pulled into the main entrance of the parking garage. Took me a minute to get up to my spot on the third floor...which was taken?  I just looked at the BMW from my car, blinking rapidly, my shoulders bouncing from the silent laugh in my chest which soon erupted into another fit of manic laughter as I started driving back out of the parking garage.

I picked a spot in the lot, luckily it was close to the entrance of the hospital. It’s now 8:37. I parked, and grabbed my bag as I opened the door, throwing the strap over my shoulder. I reached in and grabbed my coffee before I closed the door. I locked it as I briskly walked away, my heels clacking hard against the asphalt.

I stepped onto the curb to the front of the hospital, my right heel caught the curb. I heard a crack and I fell onto my knees and hands. My coffee spilling onto the pavement. I just stayed on the ground for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of what would soon be a bruise on my knee. I sat down, taking my heel off. The heel was hanging on for dear life, the tip of the nail which went through the base of the heel cracked out of the wood. It was broken.

“Motherfucker.” I groaned standing up back on the pavement, I kicked my other one off and held them in my left hand, picking up the paper coffee cup and throwing it in the trash by the door.

I have shoes in my locker, so until I can get to my locker that’s means I’m walking barefoot. At least it’s a hospital.

I walked past the front desk, giving them a nod as I quickly walked towards the elevator. I knew people were looking, but I hope they see the fact my heel is broken at an 110° angle. I pressed the up button to the third floor, im gonna stop by the office before the locker room, I have priorities.

Houses Pov-

“Nothing.” Foreman said dropping a folder onto the glass conference table. Cameron pulling a chair out to sit in, and chase standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. I was at the counter.

“I suspected as such.” I looked at them over my shoulder, I just started a new pot of coffee.

“So what is it?” Chase asked as I turned around, leaning against the counter.

“It’s not serious that’s for sure.” I looked past him and into the hallway,”anyone seen (y/n) yet?”

“No and she’s still not answering her phone.” Cameron answering and I groaned in annoyance, my head falling back.

“She’ll be here when she gets here, what’s the damn diagnosis?” I looked over at foreman, his hands sturdily placed on his hips.

“God this coffee can’t brew fast enough.” I deflected his question, once again looking out into the hallway, this time to see the person I wanted to see.

(y/n) rushed to the door and pushed it open. Her heels in her left hand, one broken.

“I’m so-“I cut her off quickly.

“Why does a seven year old girl have a spiking heart rate, random outbursts-“ she cut me off,

“It’s fucking anxiety, take it to psych.” She lashed out, Cameron and chase sharing a glance at each other as she walked towards me, her desk was by chases against the glass windows.

“Rough morning?” Foreman asked and she nodded sharply.

“Everything that could go wrong, fucking did. Phones dead, wake up late, coffee pot never brewed, lost my keys for like seven minutes but they were on the door,” she ranted on as she unpacked her bag, her heels thrown on the floor,”a stupid fucking car crash four cars away-oh!” She turned to us, her arms throw out by her sides,” and some prissy ass BMW took my spot in the the garage so I had to park in the normal lot, broke my heel and spilled my coffee.”

Listening to her rant was very entertaining. Very animated, Very profane….very hot.

“Someone go find something interesting and get that girl to psych.” I didn’t look away from the stressed out doctor who was fumbling through her drawers for something.

“Well be quick with it.” Chase remarked, i heard Cameron’s chair lift and the door open and soon close.

“Where the fuck..” I heard (y/n) whisper as she closed the top left drawer and opened the bottom right, grabbing her phones charger out.

“You’re late, but at least your tits look great.” I said to her as I turned around, leaning on my left leg, grabbing a mug from the shelf.

“Thanks for noticing.” I could hear the dramatic eye roll she gave me. I heard her phone clack down on the desk as I grabbed hold of the coffee pot, pulling it out as the following drips sizzled on the heater,”I’m-“

“Coffee?” I asked, glancing over my right shoulder to her. Sliding the coffee pot back onto the burner. I grabbed the cream which was next to the coffee maker, twisted the cap off and splashed some in.

She stood on my right and I handed it to her, my eyes going from hers right to her chest. Dark grey button up, the top three buttons still undone.

“Thanks.” She took the mug from me before scoffing,”don’t make tjis day worse.”

“Push up?” I raised my brow, finally meeting her eyes again.

“I don’t know, probably.” She walked past em towards the door,”I’m clocking in, getting shoes, and going to the clinic. Page me when there’s something.”

“You have small scratches on the shoulder of your coat.” I pointed out, seeing the dark grey peaking through the white.

“Shut the fuck up House.” She held the glass door open, looking at me with a smile before looking away and walking out.

I might’ve had something to do with her lateness. The hour long phone call we had at eleven….started with some medical questions, ended with me knowing what that toy she keeps in her nightstand sounds like in between her legs over the phone. Maybe next time I’ll just show up at her door.

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James Wilson- make her mine(smut)

Requested by- @flowercrowns-goodvibes

(I hope I did your request (some what) justice)

Words- 5.9k

(In my nature, it’s skim edited and in 4 months when I get a surge of Motivation I’ll edit it)

5/28/23

Wilson's pov-

There's a new doctor in the hospital, (y/n) (l/n), neurology and general surgery. she's been here a few months. I see her quite a bit around the hospital, never going to the same place though. I'm coming, she's going. Though we've spoken, I've bought her lunch a few times before but couldn't stay afterwards or she was still working during her lunch. we've had chats on the elevator, or at the coffee machine a few times. But still no longer then five minutes. Yet, I can't seem to get out of my damn head. She's plagued me. I can't even ignore her, I see her I have to say something. Playing this...slow game is getting too annoying. I gotta make her mine.

"You're dummer then you look if you think she wants you." House said, not looking away from the sudoku on his computer. I was sat in the chair in front of his glass desk, it was lunch, we already ate.

"Why wouldn't she want me? I'm nothing like you."  I remarked and he glanced at me before  turning his chair to face me fully,"here we go."

"Is she broken?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders,"how much have you talked to her?"

"We've talked in passing, a couple elevator rides. I've even bought be her lunch before." I pointed at him and he rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer.

"You've boughten me lunch before, does that mean you wanna fuck me too?" He gave me a fake concerned look at I scoffed at him.

"I think if I wanted to I would've already." I joked, a chuckle tinting my voice,"but seriously, why wouldn't she like me?"

"If she's broken- like I'm sure she is, then she's gonna get bored of you like all the others after you start mending her back to health." He closed the tab on his computer, finishing the sheet, and turning back to me.

"What if she's not broken?" I pressed,"what if she's perfect?"

"Everyone's broken. You have brother trauma and you blame yourself for it all, and let's not forget the depression. Which will spike when you start to feel her becoming detached from you." He crossed his arms and glanced over at the conference room before groaning. I looked over and saw that chase and foreman were in there.

"Ya know what-" He cut me off.

"I've seen her at the pharmacy getting a prescription filled two times a month since she's been here. She broken trust me."

"this is a perfect time to end this conversation." I stood up from the chair and looked at my watch,"she's working the clinic right now."

"So now it's time to go creep around?"

"More like get my hours for the day in, be there to offer assistance if needed." He looked at me plainly before holding his face in his palm shaking his head.

"You are desperate." He finally looked back up at me.

"And now I'm leaving."

Your pov-

I signed Into the clinic and grabbed a folder from the stack on the desk and took a look inside. Kid has a fever, a rash on his chest. Easy enough.

"Hey (l/n)." I heard behind me to I looked over my shoulder and saw Dr.Wilson signing in.

"Hey Wilson." I smiled, holding the folder in one hand against my side,"how's that patient by the way?" The last time we were in an elevator together he told me about a patient of his, It sounded interesting so I wanted to catch up.

"I think we caught it just in time." He grabbed a folder from the Stack,"what did you get?"

"Kid has a fever and a rash, room three. You?"

"Four day headache." He answered,"room five."

"Then I guess I'll see you in a bit." I started walking away and he smiled and nodded.

He was charming. His presence was charming. It was a bit sad that I didn't see him all the time, I specialized in general surgery and neurology. You'd think we'd see each other more, neurology and oncology work close together in most cases, but that hasn't happened yet.

I opened the door to exam room three, and closed it behind me. A brunette mother was standing next to the bed, her seven year old son playing with a Gameboy.

"Hello I'm Dr.(l/n)." I greeted them as I opened the folder again, holding it in my left arm.

"Mary." She introduced her self.

"so..Conner here has a rash and a fever?"

"A hundred point two this morning, and it's On his chest." She looked down to him, and gently took the gameboy away from him and out in her purse which was over her shoulder,"he's had the rash for two days, the fever came this morning."

"Any history I should know about? Recent trav-"

"No nothing like that. He just got this rash the other day, sore throat." I nodded walking past her. I put the folder down on the counter and grabbed a pair of gloves, starting with my right hand.

"I see you like Mario?" I looked at Conner and he nodded with a smile. I put on the left,"so how are you feeling?"

"My throat hurts." His voice was a little scratchy. I grabbed a popsicle stick from the drawer, taking off the paper wrap and putting it in the counter.

"I'm gonna check your throat alright? Open wide and stick your tongue out." I grabbed a mini flashlight from my pocket, placing the popsicle stick down on his tongue and shining the light,"have you looked at his throat?"

"It was red the other day." Mom said waling around to look. His tonsils had some white around and in them,"oh god."

"Mm." I hummed, taking the stick away and placing it on the paper wrap, putting the light back in my pocket,"can you lift your shirt for me so I can see this rash?"

He lifted it and I saw mini hives on his chest, a few bumps spreading onto his lower neck.

"Those hives showed up today."I gave her a nod, motioning for Conner to put his shirt down.

"We'll run some tests. It's  most likely a strep. There a breakout at school?" I picked up the popsicle stick and paper, pressing my door down on the lever of the trash can and dropped it In. The lid closed with a metal thud.

"Not that I'm aware of."   Gave her a nod and heard the door open.  So I looked over, Wilson in the door.

"I need you to take a look at this patient."  He said.

"Excuse me," I pulled the blue gloves off and threw them in the trash,"I'm gonna have a nurse  come and do your strep test, and I'll be back when that's ready."

"And if it strep?" This is definitely her first child.

"Then I'll prescribe Conner  some antibiotics and a lidocaine throat gargle for his throat."  Wilson walked out of the door and stood outside of exam five. I flagged down a nurse and told her what to do as Wilson handed me the blue folder for the patient.

I skimmed it through, his name was Mark, and it seemed like he was a healthy man. Participated in 2ks and 5ks regularly, works at the college teaching anthropology courses.

"Migraine." I said, noting the reason for coming here.

I kept it in hand as I pushed the door open.

The room had the blinds shut, the patient was laying down, his legs hanging off the exam bed, and arm rested on his head covering his eyes.

"Mr.Swan?" I asked gently as Wilson closed the door. He slowly sat up, as if trying to not make his head pound, which didn't work when he winced as he fully sat up,"bad one?"

"Yeah." He lightly chuckled and I handed the folder back to wilson.

"You're gonna hate me for a bit." I grabbed my flashlight from my pocket and held it up,"but I need to check your pupils. Wilson will you open the blinds?"

"This is gonna suck." Mr.Swan closed his eyes as Wilson twisted the blinds open, the room quickly lighting up with natural light.

He soon let his eyes open, blinking a few times. His eyes were a bit red, common with migraines. I clicked the flashlight on, snd gave him a look asking if he was ready, he nodded.

I shined it in his right eyes. The pupil retreated and i moved the light away before doing it again. Same response. I shun it in his left eyes. He had brown eyes so his pupils blended into the corneas in normal light. But, when I shun the light in his eyes, his pupil was dilated, and didn't react.

"Your left pupil is dilated and non reactive." I told him, dropping the flashlight into my pocket. I looked over at Wilson who was already looking at me, leaning against the counter, I looked back to Mr.swan,"have you been training hard lately?  Going through some stress?"

"No." He answered and I nodded, I looked over at Wilson, his arms crossed over his chest," get an MRI, a CT, and some extra strength Advil for while hes waiting. Bring me the scans when they're done, and focus on the left side."

"Of course."

Wilson's pov-

An hour later-

I walked down the Neuro hallway, walking to the conference room. I had the file with the  patients scans in my hand. I know after she left the patients room she picked up another patient and checked in on the kid with the strep when his test came back, but I asked one of her colleges when I left the clinic and they said she was up here. And she was.

She was sitting at the conference table, looking down at a blue folder, her left hand wrapped around a mug. No one else was in there, just her. It'd be easy to close the blinds around the glass walled office, push her up against the table-okay that's enough. 

I let out a  breath and walked up to the door and pushed it open. She looked up at me and then down to my hand.

"There's those scans." She out her mug down and reached for them, I handed her the file as I pulled the seat diagonal from her and sat down.

"Mri  had a bit of a waitlist." I said as she opened the file, I finally noticed how nice the baby blue color of her blouse looked one her, I didn't pay attention to it before. Probably because her coat is off.

"I heard some people complaining about it." She looked at the mri scans quickly before moving them to the side, and looking at the Ct scans,"it's definitely a migraine."

"But for four days?" I questioned as she stood up, grabbing the mri scans and the Ct.

She put them up on the light board against the wall. Standing with he hands on her hips, her weight shifted to her right side as she leaned on her leg. I just looked at her as she looked at the scans. Im actually working with her today. Fuck you, House.

"Did you look at these yet?" She looked back at me and I shook my head standing up, taking the clue to come look. She pointed to the CT scan,"a tumor."

"Didn't catch that in the MRI." I crossed my arms over my chest,"so it's pressing against the nerves, causing the headache."

"That thing needs to be out by...I say nine AM tomorrow, that's if it's not brain cancer." We looked at each other and back to the scan.

"I'll get him in to get it biopsied." I took note of the scent of her perfume. A sweet rose scent, and undertone of almond. Light enough to not bother you, yet strong enough to make you near addicted.

"Tonight?"

"Preferably within the next half hour, he's in room Forty two A if you wanna stop by." I said as I slowly back up to the door as she took the scans off the light board,"if I don't see you when he's done then ill come find you."

"Ill see you then Wilson." She smiled as She went back to her seat, putting the scans back in the file. I opened the door and took a left.

Your pov-

Twenty minutes later-

I pressed the down button for the elevator. The numbers quickly changed, coming up from floor two.  The door opened and immediately I saw Dr.House leaning against the back wall.I knew he had a thing about sharing elevators.

"This is perfect, we need to talk." I nodded and walked into the elevator quickly because the door was staring to close.

"This about Mark Swan?" I asked unsurely. Maybe Wilson told him about it. I looked at the buttons and the button to the second floor was already pressed, weird considering he just came from there. I leaned against the right wall.

"No, this is about Wilson." He leaned off the wall and walked to the front of the elevator, repeatedly pressing the door close button when it reached the second floor. My brows furrowed at the action and the elevator resumed going down.

"Okay?"  He leaned against the wall in front of me, his grip on his cane shifting.

"I haven't even talked to you since you've come here, yet everyday I hear about you." I gave him an even bigger look of confusion,"you have Wilson on a string and you don't even know it."

" we've barely even talked."

"The amount you two have is enough for him." The doors opened to the basement,"follow me."

"So Wilson's got a school girl crush on me?" I asked following behind him.

"Oh I wish." He shook his head and took a right going towards the labs,"prefer him blushing then obsessing."

"He's not obsessed." I denied and he stopped walking, turned around and looked at me like I was fucking dumb.

"He buys your lunch often, makes an effort to talk to you whenever he can but won't interrupt you, and all I hear is how much he wants you."  He looked at me for a second, and I took a breath, not realizing I was even holding my breath,"so for my sake...fuck him already."

"What?"

"Are you broken?" He randomly snd promptly asked. I didn't know what he meant,"never mind, surgeons are usually broken in some way."

I went to speak but he turned and walked away, again, so it felt useless to say anything.  I was kind of stunned. I enjoyed seeing Wilson when I did, I enjoyed talking to him, I appreciated that he buys my lunch like three times a week. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't feel something for him,

I spun on my heel and walked back towards the elevator, my mind running over what I just heard from House, starting to connect dots.

But broken? I couldn't understand that one.

Wilson's pov-

7pm-

I walked out onto the porch connect to my office, I came out cause I saw House leaning on  the wall next to mine, looking into my office.

"How's your case going?" He asked as the door closed behind me.

"Fine." I answered him,"hell get it removed tomorrow, he's jacked on meds to keep his pain down."

"Lucky fella." He sat on the edge of his wall,"how's the other thing going?"

"Also fine." I sat down on the edge of my wall like he did, my right foot acting as some stability. I was facing the hospital, my back to the scenery.

"No details?" He leaned back a bit but then leaned back In, his forearm sitting on his left thigh.

"So now you want details?" He gave me a slight shrugged and I rolled my eyes with a sigh,"I think we work well together."

"That's it?"

"Yes? What do you want me to say?" I slid off the wall, standing in both feet and looking at him,"that  She looks hot when looking at scans? That The shirt she's wearing fits in all the right spots and don't even get me started on how her ass looks in Her pants?"

"That's more like it," his grip on his cane tightened as he stood up,"I'll be back, don't move."

I watched him walk away as I put my hands on my hips. He walked into his office, and a minute later he came back out with a tan folder.

"She's definitely broken." He handed it over. It's was (y/n)s files.

Your pov-

I walked past diagnostics, seeing the light on in Houses Office. I didn't stop there, I turned down the short hall after it and stopped in front of Wilson's door. The blinds were closed so I Gave it a light knock before pulling it open and letting it close behind me.

"I thought you went home?" He put down what he was looking at to give me his immediate attention.

"No, not yet." I slid off my doctors coat and draped it over the back of the chair in front of his desk, the same one I took a seat in,"what are you doing?"

"Going over a patients medical history." He answered and closed the file,"seeing if they're on any medications or have taken anything. Just trying to find something."

"For Mr.swan?" I questioned and he shook his head, leaning back in his chair,"did you get a consult planned for him?"

"Tomorrow at 8am." I nodded, there was silence between us for a bit but I spoke again,"why'd it take you this long?"

"To do what?" The right corner of his lip curled in a slight smirk.

"To talk to me, get me on your case." I leaned towards the desk.

"I had to make sure it was the right time. You were working the clinic today, i had the same time free, it was perfect." He shrugged his shoulders."plus, I kinda got pushed to do it."

"House?" He raised his brow at me,"we talked in the elevator."

"Really?" He leaned forward, his forearms on the desk,"and what's he tell you?"

"Not much, just how much you talk about me." I stood up a bit to look at the record on his desk, and he didn't try to hide it,"he asked me if I was 'broken'."

"Well, you're not as broken as the others."  The file on his desk was my file. My medical history,"just antidepressants that you've been taking since seventeen."

"And don't forget the bi-weekly therapy." I reminded him.

"Which you haven't been to since you moved here." He noted,"noted that you promptly ended a session and told her you weren't coming back."

"That's how I remember it." I shrugged, for some reason I didn't feel violated that he looked at my records without my permission, and I desperately wanted to know where this was going.

"What made you do That?" He asked getting up from his chair, taking off his doctors coat and placing it on his chair and I leaned back in mine.

"My psych wanted to try a new medication, threw me into a spiral. I'm switched back to lexipro now, as I'm sure you know." Broken, this is what House meant by broken.

He leaned against the edge of his desk and nodded. I kept my eyes up at him, and he kept his eyes down on me.

"You asked me why it took me this long to get you on my case...but you never asked me to get on your case." He crossed his arms over his chest, flattening out the white button up snd his red tie.

"Wasn't really sure what the head of oncology does with his hours. Never was really sure how busy you were." I held my hands in my lap and he chuckled, his normal light chuckle.

"I've always got time for you." He answered,"the doors always open."

"I'm glad I know that now." I smiled, my head turning to look at the door to his offices porch, and then I looked back at him again,"wish I'd known it sooner, instead of eating lunch alone in Neuro, I could've been in here."

"At least now you know." His eyes still haven't left me, I knew there was something else he wanted, I coukd just feel it.

"I've heard stuff about you." He pushed uff the desk and walked over the couch, I turned s bit in the chair to look at him better when he sat down,"got a list of ex wives."

"Only three, they got bored. I have a tendency to go for people on the..unbalanced side do the scale." His eyes finally shifted to the window and back to me.

"So I'm on the unbalanced side?"

"Don't take it offensively, most people are. That includes me as well, believe it or not it's clinic depression." He admitted snd i nodded, taking in the information.

"People who struggle tend to grab onto others who struggle. Makes them feel better watching the other thrive, but then the healer they doesn't thrive." I explained and he nodded to every word, relating to it.

"All three marriages."

"What we're they missing?" I stood up from the chair and walked over the couch, sitting on the right side of him, angled into the corner to look at him better.

"I don't even know. I did my part I know that. People just get bored, they move on while being committed."

"Because you healed them."

"So what I'm getting is that I can't heal you, so that means that you're a top choice?" He twisted s bit to look at me better, his right arm resting on top of the head of the couch.

"I guess?"

"Because that what I see. A top choice." His eyes trailed down and back up my body in the last part. I felt my pulse being harder, more prominent in my neck and chest. All that from his look,"you're smart, you walk and talk with confidence. By what I've heard you don't second guess yourself, not in s risky way."

"Because I know what I'm doing, the one thing I don't know what I'm doing...is how I'm affecting you." He looked away from me, his eyes at his desk,"because House said that I should fuck you for his own sake."

"Did he really?" He looked back st me quickly and I nodded,"cats out of that bag now."

"What do you think about me?" I moved closer to him.

"You want the truth?" His brow cocked a bit and I nodded,"I can't help but imagine what you would look like bent over a desk or a table any time I see you at one. Your clothing always fits in the right spots, makes it hard to ignore you in the hallway, I simply can't, and after you leave my presence you're in my mind till I see you again."

"Do I keep you up at night?"

"You have no clue." His left hand sat on my thigh now, that's how close I was to him,"crazy dreams about you."

"Like what?" I wanted to pick his brain apart. He didn't answer, but he was seeing the dreams in his head,"tell me."

"How badly I wanna fuck a kid into you." If I was gonna have anyone's children, it might as well be his, and that sentence went right to my pussy.

"I'm not carrying a child without a ring and a marriage license." I marked and he nodded and quickly responded.

"I get easily get you one tomorrow."

"Make it six months, minimum." I took the chance to lean forward, and catch his lips to mine which he quickly reacted to. He held my thigh tighter, the hand that was on the head of the couch came to hold my jaw. I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer.

His lips were soft and near addictive, and he moved them with mine, his grip holding my jaw a bit harder along the edge of it by my ear.

I leaned back, taking him down to the couch with me his hand sliding up my thigh to my hip, his right knee in between my legs. His right leg and my left leg both off the couch. In seconds it was heated, our tongues clashing against each other languidly, I loosened his tie and started undoing the buttons to his white shirt. Taking my time, feeling each button, my brain obsessed with his lips and tongue at the moment. He pulled away from me, his lips a bit more red then before and he slid his tie off over his head, dropping it to the coffee table. I finished off with his last button and he slid it off, letting it hit the floor. He looked good with his clothes on, and he looks even better when they start to come off.

Wilson's pov-

A little bit later-

"Jesus."I sighed out,, my head resting on the head of the couch, my hand in (y/n)s hair, one holding into the arm of the couch  as she held my thighs. Her head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock. Mouth of an absolute Angel, everything I thought it'd be. My top teeth bit down and dragged lightly over my bottom lip, letting it go as I exhaled. 

I looked at down at her, meeting her gorgeous (e/c) eyes looking up at me through her lashes. She still had her panties on, light blue like the shirt, lace trim on the upper and bottom hems. She looked gorgeous on her knees, the way her back arched slightly, and when's she's sitting up, not sucking my dick, her waist has the perfect curve to it, her thighs plush, and her breasts looked absolutely fantastic.

I felt my right lip rug up into a smirk, the tip of my tongue brushed under my top teeth and she closed her eyes. I let my head fall back as she took me deeper in her throat the next time she bobbed down, he tongue running flat along the underside of my cock and I felt it tenfold. My fist held her hair tighter, just holding. I'd be crazy to try and take over what she was doing. Her tongue slid up my base, swirling around my tip, and sliding back down my base, her lips still sucked around me.

I took a deep breath as my abs  tightened, I let out a groan and a "fuck" followed after it. I felt her hands slide down my thigh and leave once it reached my knee. She sucked harder, which i didn't know was possible, and she hummed around me.

"My god." My hips rose a bit , but not much, just a reaction from the deep breath I took. Her hand never returned to me so I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her hand was inside her panties,rubbing her clit slowly, her hips rocking lightly.

I couldn't stop looking at her, feeling my cock Twitch against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. My breathing became deeper and faster, my eyes closing on their own. I could feel the high in my head as my head fel back again. Her hand left my thigh and gripped the base of my cock, Pumping it as she focused on the upper half.

"Just like that." I groaned out, and with a few more pumps I was shooting into her mouth, she kept sucking and pumping, as groaned out her name, my hips bucking up slightly. My whole abdomen tightening as I came. She swallowed around me before popping off, her hand slowing  down to a stop shortly after. 

I left out a sharp sigh as my hand released her hair, I looked down at her again, her lips wet and puffy, her eyes glossed over, her cheeks blushed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

"You are..fucking amazing." I chuckled out and she smiled, putting a hand on my thigh to help her stand up. I leaned forward to grab her hips to help stabilize her.

"And you have a good diet." She pointed out, I let my fingers hook into her panties, and I pulled them down her legs. She took over and then kicked them away to join the rest of our clothes on the floor. She stood up straight, looking down at me,"how do you want me Wilson?"

"Get on the couch." I could feel myself getting harder again as I stood up. She knelt down on the couch, her forearms on the head of it, sticking her out at me as she shifted to widen her legs.

I let my hands slide down her waist, along her hips, and she rested her left cheek on her forearm as she looked back at me. I took hold of my cock, stroking it from base to tip.

"Fuck me Wilson." Her voice was breathy and needy, sounding like a whisper but it wasn't. I took hold on her left thigh and pulled her closer to me, running my tip in between her wet folds savoring the feeling of it. Swiping it against her clit, gaining a whimper from her as she looked forward, as much as she could with the wall in front of her. I circled my tip around her soaked core, before sliding my tip in. I groaned and she let out a moan at the same time, she was tight. Just perfect though.

I slid in a bit more and she pushed back to me, so I pushed my full length into her. Her walls squeezing me as she pushed her chest into the couch. A shaky moan that came from her throat, but never left her mouth came from her. I held onto her waist as I slowly pulled back from her before pushing back in, feeling the resistance of her walls yet ease because of how wet she was.  Her forehead sat on the back of her hands, soft moans leaving her lips each time my tip came back to hit that soft spot in her.

"Please go faster." She breathed out, so I did. Suck my dick like that and I'm gonna do anything you say. I started building up a rhythm, pulling out to my tip and rocking my hips back in to her deeply, my hip bones pressing against her ass,"ohmygod."

"You feel so fucking good." I groaned out, leaning down press a kiss on her shoulder,"so good."

 

Your pov-

Wilson was pounding up into me, a hand holding onto my throat, to keep my shoulder blades against his chest, I was holding onto that's hands wrist, keeping him there. I reached behind me, my nails digging into his shoulder, his other hands rubbing my clit. My moans were uncontrollable due to how deep be fucking into me, his tip rubbing against my gspot without missing a beat. My head head felt dizzy as it fell against his shoulder, my abdomen muscles were tightening and loosening, nearly spasming. My thigh muscles twitching from the constant harsh attention to clit, setting my nerves on fire.   My walls fluttered around him, his groans filled my ear, along with the shirt praises he whispered to me. Small kisses under my ear and side of my neck.

"Gonna cum." I shuddered into him his hand leaving my neck to hold firmly onto my ribs, I didn't let go, my grip tightening around his bone. Electric spiked up my spine, my walls convulsing around him, and i felt his cock Twitch. Once. Then twice.

"Just a little bit longer."  So I waited, my brain focusing on how his fingers moved without stopping or faltering. How he held me closer to his chest.

"Wilson-"

"Let go." He said, and I did. Crumbling in his grasp as my orgasm broke through me, kept kept fucking into me. My cum coating his cock and the inside of my thighs. A "fuck me" came out of his mouth before he released into me, he kept pounding up into me, but his hand left my clit and held onto my waist.  My back was hot against his chest, my hairline dampened, my breathing fast, same as him. 

He slowed down, and I let go of his shoulder and wrist. he leaned forward and I grabbed the top of the couch, both his hands sitting on my hips, holding my lower half up as my upper half relaxed onto the couch.

"Holy fucking shit." I breathed out, my voice higher in pitch.

"Amen." He breathed out. Slowly pulling out of me, feeling his cum drip down the inside of my legs as he let my hips go. My lower half sitting down. I felt the couch dip next to me as he fell into the couch, a hand on my back rubbing up and down my spine. I took deep breaths and moved my head to rest my cheek on my hands and look at him for the first time in..I don't know how long it's been, all I can count it by was how that was the second time I came.

He had a blissed smirk on his face looking at me with awe.

"What time do you get out tomorrow? I could take you out for dinner." He offered I smiled.

"I get off at five." I answered and he nodded sharply.

"I'll make reservations in the morning." I moved to sit down properly on the couch, leaning against him as his arm wrapped over my shoulders.

We talked for a bit as we came down, before being interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Busy!" Wilson called out looking over at  the door.

"Sounds like it!"  It was house,"these walls are very thin by the way!"

"Noted House!" He yelled back, he waited a second for a response but it didn't come.

"Should be interesting for you tomorrow." I giggled and he shook his head.

"Never gonna hear the end of it, but at least i proved him wrong. He didn't think you had any interest in me."

"He should stick to medical diagnosis's, not social ones." I sat forward, his hand falling from my right shoulder,"I have to go, got a consult for a tumor removal at eight AM."

"At least-" I cut him off begire he could offer to clean me up. How charming.

"Clean up your couch, ill be fine." I picked up my blue panties as I stood up, slipping them into my legs and pulling them up.

"I can walk you to your car." He sat forward, I picked up his pants and boxers and handed them to him, his shirt was somewhere else in the room.

"How charming." I put my button up on the arm of the couch as I stood up with my pants starting to put them on,"you can walk me to elevator."

"Sounds great."

[gegewrites]

Dr.house- Encore(smut)

Pre leg, no Stacy.

Again not edited.

2/24/23

Houses pov-

I lightly bit down of the inside corner of lip, my fingers dancing over the keys of the piano. i don’t like Mondays, by the Boomtown Rats filled the apartment. (Y/n) was coming home late, she was teaching a night class at the hospital. Transplant lecture, sounds boring. Since the clock on wall said it was 10:05 she should be back any minute.

My fingers trailed off from the original tune to just playing the keys in random Rhythms. I started to loose track the time, falling into the music.

The moment of peace was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing.

“How was it?” I asked as the lock latched and I heard her shoes getting kicked off.

“Only four of the kids are going places.” Her arms slid over my shoulders to sit on my chest , as her chin sat on my right shoulder. I felt her weight relax onto me.

“Seems like the right statistic.” I remarked, leaning my head onto hers. I let my fingers trail to a stop, my right hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. She let out a hum, starting to stand she kissed my temple. Her fingers trialing up my shirt and sat on my shoulders for a second.

“I’m getting out of these clothes.” I watched her as she started walking away.

“Need some help?” I offered and she shook her head with a light chuckle as she turned the corner to the hallway.

Your pov-

I walked out of the bedroom, and padded down the hall. in his Death Valley shirt and a pair of panties. I was gonna go to sleep In a bit, but I wanted to talk to him first.

He was still playing the piano, that’s the one thing I’d never argue about.

“What’d you leave off with?” I asked as I turned into the living room, walking behind the couch.

“Should be discharged in the morning, he’s on observation for the night.” He took his hands away from the piano and straddled the bench as I came closer. His hands sat on my hips and slid to my ass as I sat down on his lap.

“Good.” I placed a small kiss to his lips which he leaned onto, holding me tightly against him. As arms draped over his shoulders. I pulled my face away from him,”I have another class Saturday.”

“Late?”

“Ends at ten.” I pecked his lips . His hands slid further down my ass, holding the bottom of it in his palms. I could feel his fingertips against my skin, his thumbs rubbed soft and tight circles on the fabric of my panties, simultaneously squeezing it.

“Do you really prefer lecture to clinic duty?” He leaned forward snd I tilted my head. He pressed his lips against my skin, the slight stubble he had on his upper lip and chin tickling it.

“Hell no.” I giggled, feeling his teeth start nipping at my neck,”but it gets me a bonus when I get paid.”

“Didn’t know about that.” He pulled away from me. his brows furrowed, his right brow cocked slightly.

“I just found out.” My hands slid to the back of his head and moved his head back to my neck,”makes it worth it.”

I pushed my body into him a little bit more, his hand left me, taking hold of the Fall and shut it over the pianos Keys. His tongue swiped over my pulse point, I tugged at his hair trying to get him to divert from the area. Not a very professional thing, and I happen to like my reputation at the hospital. He didn’t move away, his teeth made contact with my skin as his lips sucked on it. His pressure getting harder, wanting a dark colored mark.

“Are you being serious right now?” He popped off my neck and placed a kiss to the area and leaned back a bit to look at me.

“So a hickey is considered unprofessional in your book, yet being on your knees under my not private desk…isn’t?” He raised his brow, his hands trailing up from my ass and under my shirt, his index and middle fingers hooking into the band that sat along my hips.

“Yes, the hickey lasts for a good week, you can see it. Blowing you only lasts 7 minutes and you have blinds in your office.” I informed him and he nodded slowly. His blue eyes drifted from mine to my neck.

“Might wanna wear a turtle neck to work.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance as his hands started slowly pulling my panties down. Because I was straddling him he wouldn’t be able to get them off, so I moved off of him.

When I stood, he moved closer to me, still on the bench. I slowly slid my panties down my legs and kicked them away. His hands reached to my thighs, pulling me closer to him, still standing. He looked up at me for a few seconds, his finger tips brushing over the front of my thigh before cupping my pussy.

“You get wet very easily. You must really like me.” He commented, his middle finger running through my slit, pressing in deeper till he was rubbing from my clit to my core.

“Mmhm.” I hummed, placing my hand over the one holding my hip under my shirt, the other holding his shoulder.

He stood up, letting his finger drag over my clit, his hand grazing over my side as he became taller. Quickly his hands moved to my ass as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and I responded quickly to him. Moving my lips in sync with his as he grabbed my ass harder, kind of pulling me up to my toes. Suddenly I heard the bench get pushed back and his weight shifted as his lips left mine.

“Jump.” He said against my lips so I did. He held me against him, one arm holding under my ass the other around my waist. My legs were wrapped around him, and I leaned down to catch his lips again.

He held me there for a minute, heatedly kissing me before turning, bouncing me up to grab under my thighs.

I felt the cold wood of the pianos lid on my ass and I gasped into the kiss and he stood between my legs, holding the back of my knees and pulled away. I leaned on my arms which were propped behind me.

“What are-“ I was cut off my him promptly.

“Please let me do this.” He pleaded, his tone wasn’t Whiny, still had his serious tinge to it. It sounded almost like he was about to preform a risky procedure that would save my life. It probably will.

“I’m not cumming on a ten thousand dollar piano Greg.” My eyes widened at him and he stared at me blankly.

“Why not cum on a ten thousand dollar piano?”he asked me as if he denying it was insane.”you have not once fantasized about this?”

“A couple times yeah, but I’m not ruining it.”

“You’re not gonna ruin it. The keys are covered and the lids shut. Nothings gonna get into it and you’re definitely not gonna break it.” He leaned closer to my face,”so lay back cause I’m doing it anyways.”

He pulled my knees up and placed them over his shoulders. He looked at me with a face of impatience, and I sighed as I laid back on my forearms. His hand left my leg and pushed me down by my chest so i was flat on the lid.

His stubbled tickled the inside of my thigh as his hands held into the top of my thighs, keeping the held open as he kissed his way to my wet slit.

He placed a kiss above my clit before licking a broad strip over my lips. His tongue coming back down to slide back up, spreading my lips apart. I let a breathy moan when his tongue started to swirl around my clit. My body fully relaxed onto the piano, my fingers curled over the end of the piano, holding onto it. His tongue started flicking at my clit, slowly become more languid. Reaching my slick dripped core. the tip of his tongue dipped in before coming back up to my clit. his lips tightened around it, giving it a harsh suck, ripping a moan from my throat as my thighs flexed, my knees trying to press his head in between them. But, his bruising grip on my thighs kept them open.

He kept his pattern going; his tongue dipping into my core, licking back to my clit and giving it a few harsh sucks, and repeating.

“Oh god ,Greg.” I moaned out, my shoulder blades pushing down onto the piano, my back arched and a hand went into his hair. My chest started rising more visibly, deep fast breaths. I felt my spine tingle every few seconds, the feeling of my slick dropping down my skin, his stubble scratching against the inside of my thighs absorbed my brain.

Then two long fingers slid into my core, he wasted no time to start pumping them in and out. Moans escaped my lips, the sounds ringing through his ears causing him to groan around my clit.

“Oh my god.” My voice shook through the whole phrase, I felt a knot forming inside of me as his fingers worked faster. His tongue lapping at my clit.

I could feel how wet I was and I could hear it. I pushed my hips into his face, my grip on his hair tightened and he didn’t fight it, he kept his actions and speed, except for the deeper curl in his fingers, rubbing right against my gspot.

“Ye-yes!Goood, just like that!” My abdomen tightened, my eyes were shut even tighter, they haven’t been open since my body first relaxed. When I felt like I was gonna cum he slowed down, snd I let out pathetic whimper. Rocked my hips into his face again, try to get him back to his previous pace.

I stopped doing that when i hard a minor key on the piano play. He was still standing, his fingers still inside of me, my lips and tongue still working my clit. But now he was also starting to play the piano…with his face buried in between my legs. My moans grew louder, the louder I got the harder he pressed the keys, the more into it he got.

His fingers made their way back to the original pace, and Soon enough he had me cumming on his fingers and chin, my heels Dug into his back, my nails scratching at the back of his skull. A near scream of a moan left my throat my my hand flew over to cover my mouth before it could really rip out, muffling it into my palm. The music helped to silence it more, the neighbors would definitely rather hear the piano then me.

He slowly came to a stop, his tongue left my clit and his fingers slid out of me. The music stopped. My hand slipped off my face snd My back finally touched the lid of the piano again and I heard him Hum, i looked at him through half lidded eyes, licking my cum off his fingers, his chin and upper lip wet. I propped up on my forearms.

“Still regret saying no?” He bent down, moving the bench under him and sat down, I could still see his face. Something I like about Greg is his height. Six foot two. Hard to not see him.

My legs were still over his shoulders, his eyes focused on the keys he was playing. This was a new song, something random he started playing.

“Holy fuck.” I sighed, laying back down on the lid, my eye lids were heavy and I let them close. I could almost feel the vibrations of the piano in my pulse. I let myself fade into the music, listening and feeling it. It was perfect for coming down.

I noticed when the music started slowing down, my eyes opened after it stopped completely.

“Piano still works.” He noted, I heard the fall close and my legs rides as he stood up. He took hold of my knees and slid my legs off his shoulders,”come on, sit up.”

He grabbed my wrist and I turned it in his grasp to take hold or it from the underside. With his help I sat up, he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the piano.

My legs nearly gave out the minute my feet touched the floor.

“Oh shit!” I yelped, thinking I was gonna fall, I didn’t though, his grip slid to my ribs in the process and he pulled me onto him.

“Just cause you can’t walk already does not, in any way, mean we’re done.” His arm wrapped around my back, his other coming down to take hold behind my knees, picking me up bridal style,”seeing you limp around the hospital tomorrow is going to be very amusing.”

“The piano Greg.” I reminded him as he started walking away from it.

“Yeah yeah, it will get cleaned.” He rolled his eyes at me as he turned into the hallway, aimed towards the bedroom.

“Tonight.” I stressed.

“Tomorrow, I’ll even polish with my tongue, how about that?” He pushed open the door with his foot.

I let out a laugh and his lil curled with a grin before tossing me onto the bed without warning. My back contacting the blue sheeted mattress with a slight creak from the bed frame. He started undoing the buttons from his shirt, taking his time. His eyes slowly looking me up and down before looking around the room.

“What?” I asked furrowing my brows lightly.

“Where’s my harmonica? Time for an encore.”

[gegewrites]

Dr.house- 2 am(smut)

Time wise takes place in season 1, I don't think my timelines exactly right but I can't find exact dates since they're lot really specified.

I’m on a Fuckin role!

4.2k words!!! Not at all edited I just finished this and posted it

5/22/23

Your pov-

It's not every night you get a call from Greg House  to come to his apartment at 2 in the morning...but here I was standing in the entrance room of apartment 221 about to knock on the door to apartment B.

I've been to his house before, I've known the asshole for 11 years, I met him a year before his golfing incident.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door, loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough to not alert the neighbors. I waited for a few seconds of nothing and knocked again, a few seconds later it opened.

"Get in." He promptly spoke, turning around and immediately walking away.

I came in, shutting the door behind me. I kicked my slippers off as i gazed over at the piano, which was obviously being used a bit earlier by the open music and shuffled around music sheets on top. Last week it was tucked in the corner, now it's facing out into the room. One guitar was hung on the wall, the other on a floor stand.

On his coffee table was a half empty bottle of whiskey and a few scrambled folders.

"I was sleeping you know." I said as he came out of the kitchen with a mug. He was still in his work clothes, well the T-shirt and pants part of it, and Now I'm noticing the smell of coffee.

"Fully aware, sit." He plopped down onto the couch and leaned forward, resting his cane against the arm of the couch on his side.

I let out a sigh as I walked over, plopping down next to him. He handed me the red mug right away and I grabbed it.

"That's one hell of a tank top." He commented and I looked down at myself. It was white, and tight. I didn't get dressed alright, I threw on some plaid pj pants, grabbed a zip up hoodie, and threw on my slippers and left.

"Shut the fuck up Greg. I gotta be in the office at six." I took a sip from the mug,"this is fucking good."

"Good, so look at this." He handed me a whole file so I put the mug down on the table and leaned back with the folder.

"Anna Mae Johnson, 56, female..Hallucinating and loosing her vision." I looked up from the file and looked at him, leaned back in the corner of the couch holding a glass of whiskey. "Are you kidding me?"

"No. You were the only neurologist that picked up my call." He shrugged. I'm not just a neurologist, I'm also an ophthalmologist and general surgeon. I didn't let my scholarships at Stamford go to waste. "And, frankly I don't feel like spending another 3 hours with this women."

"Wilson didn't pick up?" I raised my brow.

"Oh no, he did. And he told me to fuck off." He half smiled for a second and i rolled my eyes.

"Could've called me down when I was at the office Greg." I shook my head at him,"Wheres the scans and tests?"

"Red folder." I put down the file and opened up the red folder.

I saw brain scans and negative labs, I was looking for an Amsler grid report or a OCT.

"Did you get an ophthalmologist to look at her eyes?" I looked over at him and he raised his brow at me,"her eyes. She's loosing her vision, did you get some sight tests?"

"Should be something in there." I rolled my eyes at him as I flipped through papers,"Why her eyes?"

"I thought diagnostic medicine was your specialty?" I shot at him and heard his scoff," because macular degeneration, loosing the vision." I opened up the patients file and flipped to the medical history, I felt him shift on the couch, he was sitting closer to me, leaning forward to look at the file...or maybe my chest.

"The gears are turning." He poked my temple.

"Alright, She started having problems with her vision 3 months ago, blurry and getting worse. She went to the eye doctor to change her prescription, it worked for 3 weeks and she never went back. Could be wet AMD."

"abnormal blood vessels growing under the retina. Which have been leaking blood or other fluids, which causes scarring of the macula."he nodded slowly as he looked towards the fireplace.

"So do Anti-VEGF treatment. But the hallucinations aren't a symptom of the AMD. Could be Charles Bonnet syndrome, that's a symptom of vision loss, lack of light entering the Retina so the brains creating images to fill the void." I explained and he hummed.

"can't treat the CBS, but we can treat the AMD, either with the anti-VEGF or laser surgery."

"VEGF first, then the laser." I closed the folders and grabbed the mug and leaned back in the leather couch. "what else?"

"That's really it."He looked back at me and I cocked my head in disbelief at him.

"You didn't know it was AMD or CBS?" I took a sip and he shrugged.

"Had a slight idea, needed a 4th opinion." He grabbed the whiskey bottle and opened it, pouring some into his glass. He closed it and leaned back, holding his glass on his right thigh.

"At two AM?"

"We'll considering you were teaching from three to five, i couldn't bother you. I knew I could get you at two AM, I've gotten you at four." I shook my head as I took snother drink from the mug,"why haven't I hired you?"

"Because I like having my own office." I answered,"my turn, why in the last eleven years haven't I slapped you yet?"

"We'll, for like 5 of those I was married."

"What does that have to do with it?"

"Might've wanted to jump my bones afterwards, I've heard some things." I let out a laugh at the smug look in his face.

"We were both single, horny, and drunk." I crossed my right ket over my left leg,"it doesn't count."

"Oh wilson counts it." He smirked snd wiggled his brows. I let out a sigh, and ran my tongue under my bottom k-9s with a smirk on my face.

"I'm not tell-"he cut me off promptly.

"I don't need you too, I've heard it already." He looked away from me and looked over at the fireplace again and then to the coffee table.

"Oh really? What was your favorite part?" I asked sarcastically, Wilson told me he didn't tell anyone we screwed, but I know Greg doesn't count.

"When you- and I quote- sucked his soul from his dick and then rid him like a fucking pornstar." He finally looked at me,"the scratches you left on his back were also very impressive."

"Wow alright." I felt my heart in my throat, not in a bad way.

I sat up and placed the mug on the table, uncrossing my legs and standing up.

"I'm going-"

"No you're not," he grabbed my wrist, not hard but strong enough to keep me,"you wanna see how far this will go. You're blushed, got a little shake in your hand." He let go it my wrist," And I gotta say, your tits look great. It'd be a crime to not give them attention."

"Is that the Vicodin or whiskey talking?" I sat down if the edge if the couches arm, he was placed in the middle of the couch now.

"Me."

"What? Is a Hooker not available for a night call?" I love giving him a hard time.

"I thought she did arrive?" He gasped and looked at me with a shocked expression. I scoffed at him.

"So what? You call me to come here, have me look at your patients files and solve it for you, and now you think I'm gonna fuck you?"  I crossed my arms and he cocked his head before nodding.

"I don't think you are, I know you are. Wilson's bad at keeping secrets and you like to talk." He took a drink from his glass,"so either we can fuck, or you can just keep waiting, but you've been waiting awhile so I don't think you want to."  My jaw dropped slightly at his words. Damnit Wilson. 

I slid off the arm and sat down next to him, my toros turned to him, my arm resting on the head of the couch, my brows furrowed.

"So I'm actually here to fuck you?" I asked,"you couldn't wait. just had to have me huh?"

"I can blame you for my acute insomnia lately, that's why I'm awake."  He leaned forward and out his glass on the table.

"I've finally gotten under Dr.houses skin haven't I?" I raised my brow, a smirk on my face.

"You've been under my skin for awhile, it's not new." That was news to me. these last couple of months it seemed like he could care less. He kept me around, but it wasn’t the same. I knew how he was though, why I never brought it up.

“Really?” I got a surge of confidence, and I took it.

I used my leverage on the couch to move and straddle his thighs, making sure I was careful when coming around to his right leg. His hands immediately came and sat on my thighs

“Thought you were leaving?” He looked over his shoulder to the door,”or was I right?”

“You’re right, I wanna jump your bones.”

“What about your six AM shift?” His hands left my hips and came up to take hold of my hoodie by the collarbones,”suddenly not important because you know you’re gonna get fucked?”

“I suddenly don’t have to go in till nine.” He pushed my hoodie off, I let it fall off my arms and he watched it do so, he then tossed it down to the side of the coffee table. When he looked up at me, I let my lips come down on his, he responded quickly. My hands sat on his shoulders and His hands sat on my ass, he used the grip to pull me closer to him. My chest pushing into his.

I could taste the whiskey on his tongue and the coffee on mine. His beard tickled my chin and all I could think about was how it would feel in between my legs, the thought made my hips grind down on him. His finger tips pushed into my skin as he joined in on the motion. Rocking my hips steadily down on his hardening cock in his pants.

A hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his head, my fingers carding through his hair. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy, snd I could myself getting wet.

He pulled away from me shortly after, but his lips came back to my skin. Placing a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck, the feeling of his beard caused a small moan to escape as his hands slid up the back of my ass and took hold of the hem of my tanktop.

I felt him bundling it in his hands, though his lips didn’t leave my neck yet, he wasn’t bitting or sucking just leaving open mouth kisses as he traveled to my collarbones and placed a kiss in between them.

His eyes met mine again, his pupils more dilated then before. He didn’t say anything but took the moment to start lifting my tanktop off snd I let him, he tossed it behind me to my hoodie.

“I knew they were nice, but wow.” His eyes were glued on my chest like a teenage boy to his first playboy magazine. his hands rubbed up and down my waist,”sure they’re real? I’ll be able to tell.”

“They are.” I replied as his hands took hold of them, massaging them. I pressed them harder into his hands, I just wanted to feel him. If I was gonna screw Dr.House, I might as well make it good.

I kept my hips rocking on him, my hips rocking faster and I tried to keep my upper half as still as possible. his hard cock rubbing against my clothes pussy. What a night to wear lace to bed. He pressed kisses to my left breast before taking my nipple into my mouth, that hand slid down my ribs and pushed past the band of my pants and slipped right past my panties.

His tongue swirled around the bud as his finger ran right over my slit before diving to my clit.

“Aah yes.” I sighed out, finally reviving what I want, focusing on grinding into his finger. he wasn’t moving it, just keeping it there for me to use. I appreciate it. His mouth left my nipple and me pressed a kiss between both my breasts. Another moan left my mouth as my head lulled back, my lips stayed parted.

“Wet and needy, just as I was hoping.” His hand slipped away from my breast and onto my waist, he held it tightly,”the tough doctor turns into a little bitch when aroused.”

“Focus on me, not yourself.” I retorted and he scoffed.

Something I was expecting was getting flipped my off of him. He had me pinned under him, his good leg kneeled on the couch, keeping my right leg pinned to the back of the couch, also keeping him stable with the help of his new found grip on the couches arm. His finger didn’t leave the clit In the motion, so he started rubbing faster, even added a second finger.

My chest started rising a bit faster as more moans left my lips, and in true men-fashion, right as it was getting good…he pulled away. His hand exited my pants, but both hands came and met the band of my pants. His weight shifted to his good knee as he pulled both pieces of clothing down my legs, lifting them up when needed, then letting them fall. He tossed the clothing with the rest and I sat up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, taking a moment to start a heated kiss, one that lasted long enough to slide my hands to the hem of his shirt and start pulling it up.

I pulled away from him to get it over his head and arms and threw it behind Me. Grabbing his face and pulling him back down with me resuming the kiss. Grabbed my previously pinned leg and held it over his hip and pulled away from me. His right hand came back down to my pussy. Wet and begging for anything; Which he gave. His middle finger came down to my core, circling it before diving in. A moan louder then the rest ripped out of me.

“If only I could get that sound copied on a record, could listen to it all day.” I looked at him through slotted eyes, meeting his blue ones which shifted from my gaze to my Pussy. His ring finger joined his middle finger, pumping out of me in a medium pace. My back was sticky against the leather as my back lifted up, my boobs lightly bouncing as my chest rose and fell.

“Feels fucking great.” I moaned out, my eyes falling closed. I felt the couch shift and then lips and a beard against my inner thigh. Trailing open mouth kisses to my core. I couldn’t stop the begging from leaving my lips,”please Greg, please.”

“Gettin’ there.” He quickly commented before his tongue latched to my clit.

My body shivered and my eyes rolled back under my closed lids. His fingers finally found my gspot and my hand shot to his hair, tugging on his crown. My hips rolled into his face as he switched between licking and sucking my clit.

I couldn’t help but moan, i was feeling great. My thighs pressed against his bare and warm shoulders, my calf being nudged by his elbow each time he pumped his fingers. My head felt dizzy, my body warm, and my abdominal muscles tight. I was gonna cum already, last bar hookup was 4 months ago and I’ve barely used my vibrator. There was no doubt I was gonna be the quick one tonight. My hips started bucking up, so his free arm pressed down on hips, holding me a bit more still and controlled. He changed his fingers angle snd pressure, curling them in a “come” motion.

“Just like that!” My voice was a higher pitch now, and within a few second, pathetically, k was seeing stars behind closed lids. My nail scratching against his scalp, trying to hold onto him for dear life, my other hand taking hold of the top edge of the couch.

He kept his pace and speed for bit after my orgasm, trying to push me to a cliff. Which he did Successfully, could probably tell my how I was I moaning his name, how wet his chin was, and how wet I was getting, and used it to know when the right time was to stop.

“Wow.” He breathed out as he sat up, adjusting to sit down properly,”now I understand why you eat pineapple everyday.”

I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, my legs were shaking, and I was catching my breath. I felt his weight leave the couch and heard the shaking metal of his belt, so I opened my eyes. I met his gaze which was staring at me and then they went down to where his hands were. Unzipping his pants, about to reveal the dick I’ve wanted to ride for a few years. I sat up, feeling how wet the bottom of my ass was against the leather. Now I understand why the couch is leather.

I pushed his hands away and hooked my fingers into the band in his boxers and started pulling them down, taking hold of his hard cock when it sprung out. He grabbed hold in his is pants from coming down any further then he wanted m, and he simply shook his head grabbing his cane. I respectfully brushed it off, my hand left his boxers band and traveled up his side sitting on his hip. He was bigger then I would’ve guessed, but it made sense.

I let go of his cock and spit onto my hand, taking hold of his and twisting my fist up and down, when I licked his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes. His head was rested back, obviously an expression of pleasure was plastered on his face, his breathing deep. so I let my eyes fall as I look him into my mouth, not wasting time to flatten my tongue, pumping the base of his cock. I felt his hand snake into my hair, grabbing some in his fist. He wasn’t using it to control me, though it wasn’t hard to tell by his tightening grip he wanted to. I would’ve let him, I kinda planned on letting him, but he only kept me down there for a few more moments before pulling me off.

“What are you on?” He asked the moment his cock left my mouth.

“IUD.” I answered catching the breath I needed. He didn’t respond,”it’s fine, as long as the last prostitute you fucked was clean.”

“Made sure.” He assured me as he sat down, letting his cane rest against the couch again. I stood up to get a better placement over his cock. His hands sat on my hips, his lips finding my breast again. I reach around and grabbed his cock, sliding it through my folds before holding it to my core.

I lowered down on it, moaning out at the initial stretch, and he groaned. His head falling back onto the head of the couch as he took a long inhale through his nose and sighed it out, a whispered “fuck” followed suit. Lowered down more, grabbing onto his shoulders, and biting down on my lower lip to stop a moan that would wake the neighbors from coming out. I lowered down completely onto him, taking a bit more then half of him in one go. I curled forward, moaning onto his neck as his finger tips pressed into my skin.

“When was-“

“Four months ago, shut up.” I mean pushed off of him and met his face, a disconcerted look on his face.

“I’m honored.” His tone was cocky and paired with a smirk. He raised hips and lowered me back down, that fuzzy brain feeling was coming back when he did it again, and again. Each time higher to where his tip was only left, snd lowering me down harder.

“Oh fuck Greg!” My nails pressed into his skin, I caught on with his movement, moving my hips with his guidance. He didn’t like slow I could tell, medium pace was where he liked to start at. Slowly getting faster, snd harder.

My brain drowned out into the sounds of our breathing, my moans, and the loudening groans that came from him. I could feel how wet the inside of my thighs were getting. My hips on auto pilot, riding him quickly. His tip bumping snd rubbing into my gspot.

My nails finally dug into his shoulder when his thumb met my clit and my walls tightened around him. Rubbing Harsh circles against the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You look fucking perfect.” I couldn’t open my eyes, too overwhelmed with my nerves feeling like they’re on fire, my heart pulsing in my throat and clit,”and so-goddamn (y/n), squeeze me any tighter and I’m not gonna have a dick.”

“Dram-ah- queen.” I said through my shakey , near breathless voice. I didn’t wanna cum, not yet. It was all Too damn good to not savor it.

So I grabbed onto the back of the couch and started really riding him. Rocking and swiveling my hips into his when I came down, keeping my speed and pace constant, at least trying.

“Oh fuuck me (y/n).” His thumb started rubbing faster, ripping a broken moan from my throat. My chest pushed into his, his fingertips pressing further into my waist, no doubt leaving bruises for tomorrow.

“I’m gonna cum.” I speedily warned him.

“Not yet, just a few more minutes.”

“Greg-“

“Just wait.” His tone was firm but tinted with a bit of fake annoyance at my greediness.

“Jus’ want you to fill me up, come on.” My breathing was deep as I spoke but sped up when I stopped. My hairline was damp snd so was the back of my knees.

He bucked his hips up into mine, sounds leaning his throat at their own will, so caught up in his own pleasure he couldn’t even care.

Those few minutes felt like torture, my orgasm on the brink of snapping while his thumb is still abusing my clit. The corners of my lips curled when I felt his cock start twitching inside of me, getting more obvious by the second.

“Now.” He spit out,”gonna full up this greedy pussy.”

It snapped, my orgasm ripped through me, my walls spasmed around him which triggered his orgasm. I pushed my body into his, feeling his warm skin radiating against mine. I could feel him shooting into me, mixing with my own orgasm and spilling down my thighs and onto him.

I rode him till I couldn’t anymore, I finally gave out. His cock buried inside me as I laid against him, his hands holding onto my ass as we caught our breath. Soon after he lifted my hips off of him, his cock sliding out of me and I moved to sit on the leather next to him. Holding one of my knees to my body, my head falling back.

“If I knew your dick was that big I woukd be jumped you years ago.” I let out a breathy chuckled snd he hummed.

“I regret not grabbing your Tits earlier, should’ve acted on my impulse.” He said standing up, putting his boxers and pants back on,”so anti-VEGF treatment tomorrow?” He asked grabbing his cane and leaning against it as he looked down at me.

“Let me check her out first and I’ll confirm.” I answered and looked back up at the ceiling. I heard him walk away so I lifted my head and watched him,”where are you going?”

“To clean up and go to sleep, you coming?” He asked stopping in his tracks.

“Not again tonight, no.” I replied and he blinked at me a few times, a smile keept to his lips.

“Ha-ha!” He sarcastically laughed before going back to his original expression and limping away. I can’t really be mad, I kinda solved his case and got fucked, but now it’s 3:40, and I have work at six still.

[gegewrites]

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.”

Now-

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.

[gegewrites]

Alex(stardew)- homesteading(SMUT)

This is in zero way edited, I finished it and just posted it

I crawled into the warm plush bed, making my way under the warm covers, my muscles simultaneously relaxing. I pushed myself a bit too hard today at the mine. Those flies are the only thing keeping me out of there most days but I made it through their swarm...so who's really got the power?

I laid on my back, my arms behind my head feeling my damp hair on my arm. The stove was burning in the room, so it was warm and cozy, accompanied by the scent of Alex's cologne on his side of the bed. My hunk of a husband was out at the saloon watching gridball with the boys, though it should be over soon if it hadn't already ended. My shoulders are craving his fingers working my muscles. I think I'm just craving him, cause even the thought of him working this knot out of my shoulder had my thighs pressing together lightly.

It was almost like my prayers were answered because I heard Dog scurrying to and barking at the door. I pulled the covers to my legs as I sat up and looked out the cracked bedroom door and saw Alex scratching behind Dogs ear as we closed the door.

"Hey boy! You miss me?" I saw him get down onto one knee, Dog pushing his face into Alex's hands for ultimate ear scratches,"of course you did."

"I missed you too, do I get ear scratches?" I giggled, finally making my presence known. He looked over at me with his famous lopsided toothy grin, and my heart just warmed up. My smile grew brighter as he stood up, giving dog one last ear scratch before making his way to the bedroom.

"Hey good lookin." He winked as he closed the door, his brows furrowed lightly as he looked at my face and walked closer. I raised my brow and leaned back as he leaned forward over me.

"What?" I questioned him as he stood up straight.

"Your lip." He pointed to the right side of his top lip,"what happened babe?" I touched my top lip and i nodded as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took his sneakers and socks off.

"Head butted by one of the cave flies, got caught in a swarm." I laid pushed back into the bed, leaning my back against the headboard. He stood up, with his sneakers in hand, and walked away shaking his head as he put them by the door. I slightly giggled waiting for his cute little lecture about my safety.

"You," he turned around putting his hands in his hips,"should invest- no, even better, wear my football helmet. Its meant to protect your head babe." I let my head fall down as I silently chuckled and winced at the sudden pinching and pulling feeling from the knot in my shoulder.

"I'll think about it." I gave him a smile as I reached with my left hand to rub the knot right between my right shoulder and my neck.

"What else happened?" He took his jacket off and hung it up on the hooks behind the door.

"Got a knot." My eyes fell closed as I worked it, all my muscles tightening up from how much it hurt.

"Scoot up, I got it." I felt his hand on my thigh and I jumped a bit, not expecting him to be there,"sorry." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, my hand falling from my shoulder as he took my chin in his index and thumb gently. His lips met mine slowly and lovingly, just the type of kiss I needed to relax me again. I leaned forward for more as our lips stilled and he pulled away.

"Alex." I whispered, my tone was needy and I didn't plan for it to be, but he does that to me.

"Ah Ah," he placed his thumb pad over my lips,"let me work this knot out first." He patted the center of my side of the bed and I scooted forward, the blankets bundled up in front of my legs. I felt the bed dip behind me, he had one leg extended and the other off the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, so I was right in his crotch, then he whispered in my ear,"wearing my favorite.." it took me a second to register what it was, and then k realized...my panties. Cause I'm only in his shirt and my light green Lace panties.

"That why I put them on." I whispered back as I leaned back and pressed a kiss to his jaw, seeing that light blush creep onto his cheeks,"you're adorable."

"Alright." He smiled, he was a bit flustered, like usual,"where's this knot?" His fingers starting grazing over my skin along my right shoulder.

I leaned off of him and reached and pointed out the area, leaning my head to my left shoulder. he immediately started working lightly, figuring out where it actually was...and then working it with his thumb harshly, which was exactly what it needed.

"That's Fuckin perfect." I moaned out the words and heard him chuckle and press a kiss below my ear as his free hand rested on my thigh.

"How long have you had this thing? Must hurt like a bitch." He winced as he starting working it harder. I like deep tissue massages, and he likes to give them(...it's because of the moaning.)

"I got back from the mine at...six so...like, three?" I breathed between my words, my eyes falling closed, and his free hand pressed flatly against my ribs keeping my back straight for him.

"You shouldn't of kept working, you probably made it worse then it would've been babe." I groaned and ket out a sharp exhale from my nose,"I'm serious, you gotta be careful."

"And I'll eat my vegetables dad." I chuckled and shook my head slightly.

"Especially breakfast." He said in a stern tone before chuckling,"besides that, find anything cool?"

"Iridium." I swooned before moaning again at him massaging the knot in it tightest area. I reached with my left hand and grabbed his denim covered thigh right above knee,"right there Alex, right-mmm- there."

He didn't respond just continued working it deeply as moans, I truly could not control, slipped from my lips. His hand ran down my shirt and sat on the inside of my thigh.

He worked that knot for awhile, not planning on stopping till I told him he could. We shared light small talk about what we did today, but mainly it was me moaning and sighing and him listening. His fingers were working the area lightly, his other hand working my other shoulder.

"Alex?" I spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"How strong are you?" I asked, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he starting grinning at the question. A question that pretty much meant I wanted him to fuck me. His hands trailed down from my shoulders to my hips and he placed a kiss to the sore area on my shoulder before he responded

"Strong." He whispered in my ear before swiftly flipping me over into my back so I was now in the middle of the mattress. One hand stayed planted on my hip and the other planted into the mattress close to my head. I was trapped under him, he had a knee planted into the mattress between my legs and the other on the outside of my thigh.

He came down and his Lips met mine quickly getting heated but still gentle. My arms can up and I laced him around his neck keeping him close as his hand trailed off my hip and in between my thighs and cupped my needy pussy in his big hand and my hips rolled into his palm. His lips left mine with a chuckle as he looked down at me with his eyes blown with lust, though mine definitely were as well.

"You're really wet." He noted, kissing down my jaw and onto my neck,"massages always get you worked up," he took the time to nip snd suck on at neck before continuing the rest of his comment,"Fix one knot.."his hand slid up my pussy as his middle finger rubbed the wet patch over my clit,"gotta fix another soon after."

"Please fuck me." I hurriedly sighed out as he placed more kisses to my neck before going back to hovering over me.

"Patience, sweet girl. I gotta know if you're hurt anywhere else first." He raised his brow at me, his finger stilling, and I shook my head no,"you're okay?"

"I'm fine 'lex." I carded my fingers through the shorter hair on the back of his head and pulled him down closer to me so our noses were close to touching," I'm fine, I promise." I leaned ik and placed a small kiss to his lips and in return he started rubbing harsh circles over my clothed clit.

"Let's get you outta these baby, I wanna taste." His hand left my pussy as he started making his way off the bed, taking time to press kisses down my chest and stomach till both his feet hit the ground. He hooked his index and middle fingers into the waist of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, making sure to press a kiss on my lower stomach.

I was propped up on my elbows, watching him with a smile as he got down on one knee, kissing the inside of my calf and dropping the panties to the floor. Before I knew it, he gripped the back of my knees and pulled me closer to him, ripping a small yelp and a giggle from me. the back of my shirt riding up, no longer covering below my ribs and he put my legs over his shoulders.

"Take my shirt off." He said before he started kissing the inside of my thigh and I did just as he said. My heel digging into his back as I sat up a bit more and ripped it off, tossing it behind me. Exposing the rest of my body to him. his lips getting closer to where I desperately need him. My clit throbbing and my wet hole tightening around nothing,"so wet for me baby."

"Always am for you." I giggled, feeling my body getting hotter waiting for him. He placed one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, before licking a broad strip over my slicked lips snd dipping the tip of his tongue to my clit. His grip on my thighs tightened, making sure to keep my pussy as close to him as possible as he started licking my bundle of nerves quickly. My hand shot to his hair, tugging at the brown locks as his tongue worked quickly, licking from my clit to my needy hole and back to my clit, each time around getting harsher. My back arched off the bed as I moaned, my nails scratching his scalp and he groaned at the feeling. My eyes were closed and I was focused on the feeling of his wet tongue spreading my slick around, probably covering his chin as well. He was a messy eater and I'd have it no other way.

I felt a finger slip into my needy cunt and my walls tightened around it as he slowly started to pump it in and out, adding a second finger shortly after.

"O-ooh God!" I moaned, rolling my hips into him as he sucked harshly at my clit, pumping his fingers quickly and and out of me, curling them against my gspot. I felt him smirk as moans rolled out of my mouth. Words of praise which made him go even faster. The feelings of electricity ran up my spine, my hips still rolling into him trying to match his fingers.

He was properly eating me out, I could hear the wet obscene sounds my cunt made. My moans got higher in pitch as I felt the knot forming in my lower stomach, my hand gripping his hair as tight as I could and he laid his forearm over pelvis, keeping my hips as still as possible. I completely forgot about how sore my arms and shoulders felt. His fingers were burried in my cunt, focusing on my gspot. My thighs tightened around his head, I was gripping into the sheets with my other hand,

My mind completely lost in how he was making me feel.

"Just like-like that! Don't stop please, pleeaase don't stop." My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling erratically as my orgasm was getting to its breaking point,"so Fuckin good!"

My thighs were twitching around his head from the abuse on my clit, I felt my head getting dizzy with oncoming ecstasy, my body flushed with heat and thin layer of sweat.

"Good girl." I heard him mutter before going back to sucking my sore sensitive clit.

"I'm-im so close, so close." My brain was focused on my orgasm, the feeling of the knot about to burst. The effect my words had on him was huge, he was fucking me with his fingers as fast and hard as he could, licking and sucking My clit. Without warning it flooded through me. The knot finally bursting, a yell of a moan ripping from my throat as my muscles tightened in my core and in my legs, my walls fluttering and gripping around his fingers as my orgasm washed over me. My cum dripping down my ass and onto the sheets, covering his chin and most likely wetting the collar of his T-shirt. But He didn't stop working his fingers, trying to get every last bit out of me. his tongue lapping up at my first orgasm. He started to slow down- slowly slowing down. He was groaning, probably straining against his jeans, craving Being stuffed inside of me, I was craving it to though.

"Al-Alex! Oh god you got-ta stop." I huffed out, I didn't want him to, but I needed more then his fingers and tongue.

His fingers slid out of me, and ny legs fell from his shoulders as he stood up. My legs quivering and hanging off the mattress.

"Open your mouth." He huffed out and I did, he slid his fingers in ky mouth and I started lapping at my cum which soaked his fingers, cleaning them as I felt him pressed wet kisses to my chest and collarbones, his free hand massaging my boob. My eyes opened lazily, and I looked at him through my half lidded eyes as I cleaned his fingers. He slid them out and gripped my hips and kept pressing kissed on my skin, nipping at areas to mark me.

"Clothes." I sighed,"off."

"Huh?" He asked looking up at me,"can't even form a sentence?"

"Take them off." I said, looking abt his damp T-shirt collar, my eyes gazing down to the strained erection in his jeans,"come on."

"You want my cock?" He asked and I nodded vigorously and he chuckled and smirked,"how bad baby?"

"'Lex please," I pushed up on my forearms as he stood up, removing his shirt, revealing his toned and tan body and dropping it to the floor. I sat up fully, feeling the wetness of the sheets on my thighs,"I need your cock, I need to be filled by you." I started unbuckling his belt, placing kissed to his abs and his v line and he cupped my cheek in his palm bringing my eyes to his. his eyes egging me to go one with how bad I want him,"I need your cum Alex, I need you to fill me up."

"You want cum, huh?" He chuckled lightly, his green eyes dark with lust as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans,"wan' my cum spilling out of you? Begging for load after load?" He leaned down closer to my face as his hand fell from my cheek to grab my hands,"wan' me to fuck a baby into you?"

"So badly." I responded quickly, my voice Whiney and bitchy,"so Fuckin bad Alex." He bit his button lip and pushed me down onto my back, ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. His stiff cock bouncing lightly, his tip red and angry, he pumped it lightly before grabbing onto my thighs, hooking my legs on his waist.

"You have no Idea what you do to me." He shook his head, rubbing his tip against my clit. I realized he didn't actually realize I was serious about him fucking a baby into me, because he reached over to my bedside table and I quickly grabbed his arm.

"I'm serious." I looked at him releasing his arm and his brows furrowed for a second before relaxing,"fill Me up."

"I'm Fuckin with you." He circled his tip around my wet hole,"just wanted to hear you say it again." I let out a giggle as my head laid back down on the mattress, my legs were tight around his waist,"want nothing more but to make you a mom."

"Make you a daddy." I said, feeling my walls tighten,"fuck me."he leaned down without saying anything back and placed his lips in mine, the kiss heated and messy, pure lust. My arms wrapped around his neck. Our lips moving together quickly as our tongues danced with each other. Right as I was getting comfortable in the kiss, he slid his tip right into me, his fat girth making my cunt tighten around him.

"Always so tight baby." He groaned in my ear, and k could tell he had to hold back the want to thrust the rest of his cock inside.

"You're jus' big." I shot back  as he slid another inch into me, getting my walls adjusted to his size like he always has too, my hands grabbing onto his back, my nails already digging into the muscles.

He couldn't hold back, sliding and forcing the rest of his length into me, his balls slapping against my ass when he finally bottomed out. A high pitch moan rang out into his ears and he grunted and deeply exhaled at the feeling of being enveloped in me. My walls fluttering around him, a slight pain from his size that quickly went away.

"Feel so good baby." He placed kisses along my neck, giving me time to adjust before he started moving,"always s'good for me."

"Start moving...daddy." I whispered the pet name into his ear and when it registered in his brain he pulled out so only his tip was in and slammed right back in, ripping a yell out of me,"fuck!"

"Say it Again."

"Daddy." I whispered before he stood up, my hands falling from his shoulders, his hands gripping my thighs harshly which was bound to leave some marks. I peeled my eyes open and looked up at him, I was already panting like a bitch in heat. He didn't look at me, his eyes fixated on where our bodies connected as he started to move slowly, his length rubbing against and stretching my walls as he rolled his hips into mine. I tried to keep my eyes open to watch him, see the way he bites down and sucks at his bottom lip fire  soothing the bite with the tongue. How his eyes drifted from my pussy to my chest, watching my boobs bounce in the same rhythm as his hips.

"God." He groaned, his hips speeding up sk he was no longer rolling into me but now thrusting, sliding out half way before slamming back into me. A slow yet harsh pace,"You're so Fuckin hot." 

"Have-have you seen yourself?" I breathily chuckled and saw him look over to the north left corner of the room where I had a full length mirror pointed towards the bed. His right hand  left my thigh and he flexed his arm, his muscles tightening and making him look like a god.

I let out a Giggle which turned into a moan as his hand came down to rub my clit with his thumb as he picked up his pace, causing my hips to roll into him as my back arched. I coukd hear how wet I was, the vulgar sounds of his cock thrusting into my wet pussy, his balls slapping against my ass; His groans and sighs, and my moans, accompanied them. It made me even wetter as i zoned into the sound of his vocals and the feeling of his thumb quickly circling my clit.

"Such a good- fuck- pussy baby." He was gonna end up Fucking himself ,and me, dumb tonight, I can already tell.

"Faster, please." I breathed out, my nails scratching against the fitted sheet below me.

"Thinkin' the same dammmn thing." He groaned as he sped up gradually. I could feel him better now, his speed and with his tip hitting my gspot more causing my walls to tighten against him, and in response, his thumb left my clit, joining with his left hand to grab my hips and lift them up more and my legs wrapped around his waist tighter, getting a deeper angle.

"That's-thats Fuckin peeerfect." My head pushed into the mattress below me. his hands slid down my thighs to my waist, sliding under to my back. i could feel his hot breath in my neck, hear his groans and murmered praises as my nails raked down his back. he wast thrusting fast but he was deep. his cock grinding against my gspot. i felt one of his hands slide up and cradled my neck. he stopped moving and picked me up quickly and turned around to sit on the bed, i let out a yelp and giggled. i was now on top.

"ride me baby, cmon." his hands gripped my ass, his fingertips digging into my skin. i wasted no time and started rocking my hips slowly onto his,"nah nah, cmon." he took control, guiding me up and down his cock. i love riding him, i get to see how his muscles tense under me, get to see his face more clearly...can hear him better,"good girl, soo fuckin good."

"im gon-na cum." i choked out, my eyes were closed, my back was arched a bit, pushing my chest into him, my nails digging harshly into his shoulders.

"wait f'me." he huffed,"wan' cum with you." he wasnt telling me, though it did sound like it. it was an order, and order i was gonna obey.

I started moving faster, raising my hips up so I could onky feel his tip inside of me and then slamming down onto him. I opened my eyes when I when I took him fully back into me. His head was back, his lips parted. I kept with this action, rising off and coming back down. Yanking groans from his throat as his hands gripped my ass, his finger tips digging into my skin, and his cock started twitching. He helped to speed up my actions, which didn’t help me, I wanted to cum so badly.

“Please stop focusing on how-how good this feels, and just cum with me already.”I said between pants,”wanna cum on your cock.”

“That’ll do it.” He choked out as I felt his abs tense against my stomach. I finally let myself relax and let go as he started shooting into me.

My head fell onto his shoulder as he kept up with the actions, helping us ride out our orgasms.

The sounds in this room made me glad I lived far from town. Wet slapping accompanied by groans and moans, which stopped when he slowed me down to a stop, making sure to push me down as far as he could so his cock was stuffed inside me.

He kept a grip on my ass but the other was rubbing my back, my head was buried in his neck, my arms draped over his shoulders. Both of our bodies were sticky with a layer of sweat, which to me means an excuse for another round in the shower. When he finally went soft he lifted my hips up and slipped out, snd he pressed kisses to my shoulder.

“So…” he started,”can I interest you in your second shower?”

“If that shower comes with another round, then yes.” I sat up as I spoke and he grinned and his brow cocked slightly.

“If that’s the case-“ he flipped us over, so I was now on my back,” then why not go another round?”

“I won’t say no.” I grinned as his came down to kiss me.

If this is what homesteadings about, then I’m all in.

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Heheh ya I just impulse bought 2 Fuckin check marks

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Might write some Alex smut…breeding kink.

you have no idea how much i want to write fanfiction about the stardew valley bachelors

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Sam Winchester 🤝 breeding his boyfriend

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I have a lot of drafts that aren’t finished, but they’re already super lengthy, so I’m wondering if you guys would like it if I posted some sections of them?

Kind of give me the motivation to finish some pieces, I’m in a huge writers block due to school.

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I haven’t written anything in so Fucking long, apologies for that, college is a bitch.

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Daryl Dixon- lost and found

Reader is Daryl's son. Takes places after prison is attacked.

Daryl's pov-

I wish I could've prevented it. That I ran out into the field and pushed him down onto the ground before the bullet could've even hit him,

Or even shot the son of a bitch before he was able to pull his trigger...But I couldn't, and even though it felt like time slowed down, I couldn't do anything. The thing is, Seeing (y/n) fall to the ground and never seeing him get up is what actually caused me to get out of the prison. I wanted to run back to him, but I was stopped by the tank driving up the hill and the group of walkers infesting the yard, the only thing on my mind was to kill as much of these Motherfuckers as I could before escaping with Beth.

I went from being in the apocalypse with my brother and my kid, to it just being me and (y/n), and after merle turned, it was just him and I again. Of course we had the group, but it's always just been him and I. Always taking him out to go hunt since he was young, just the two of us, teaching him how to survive in this new world. (y/n) was 15 when this shit started, he already had survival training from before but now was the actual time to use it all.

But he was...stubborn. 17 years old, running into the field after seeing Rick get shot by the bus, risking his life to save someone else's. I don't even know how much of the group made it out, if his "sacrifice" was even worth it. I'm not blaming Rick, I'm not. Im blaming myself, he learned it from me.

Your pov-

(Two weeks)

I looked at the graveyard in front of me. I didn't wanna walk through it. Could walkers claw out kf their graves? We're the people under those gravestones alive? I don't Fuckin know, and I really don't wanna find out, but the only way to get onto some sort of road was to go through it, going around would take longer and use up more energy.

I was alone out here, i got shot in my shoulder, through and through luckily, but I passed out, only for a few seconds maybe a minute, cause I crawled into the turned over bus and closed the back door before I saw how much I was bleeding and passed out, hearing gunshots ring out and walkers groan.

I had a pistol with 4 bullets in it, one in the chamber, a couple rounds of assault amo on my belt along with my hunting knife, but where the assault rifle I had went, I have no damn clue so I'm hoping God takes Pitty on me and one falls from the sky, and I obviously my crossbow that I got for my tenth birthday, though I only had five arrows.

I went out the back side of the prison and at some pint during walking I found the remains of a small fire, with boot and sneaker tracks leading away from it , so I'm hoping I'm going the right way.

My main goal at the moment was to find the cabin my dad and I found on a run and it's pretty far from the prison, we found it by chance.

Flashback-

I walked out of the wood clearing, seeing the old cabin in full view.

"Holy shit." My dad chuckled,"like M'back at home."

"Same." I nodded and glanced up at him as he glanced down at me, a grin growing on his face,"what?"

"Ya know what we got a chance of findin here righ'?" He looked away from me and surveyed the area before he started walking and I followed him, checking out the woods on my side, I didn't see any walkers. I didn't respond, thought it might've been rhetorical,"got an answer?"

"Umm...a dead person?" I stopped at the stairs to the porch, waiting for him to go inside first but he leaned on the porch railing with his arms crossed, his crossbow sling over his shoulder. He gave me a look that told me I should know,"uh..." I looked over at the woods and at the ground as I tried to think,"I don't know, some old alcoholics stash from before this shit?"

"Moonshine,eh close 'nough." He pushed off the railing snd unslung it crossbow and readied it. He walked past me up the stairs and he gave the door a few hard knocks. We stopped and listened for a few seconds before he banged on the door again. I looked out at each end of the porch, making sure the sound didn't draw any walkers that might've been idling around. I heard the door open and heard him walk in.

I walked backwards towards the door and leaned in, my back against the door frame as he checked the place.

"It's safe." I heard him say and I walked in and closed the door behind me. I saw him looking at the recliner as he walked over, but he wasn't looking at the chair, something behind it,"yer' grandpa had one of those."

"What?" I walked over to him and looked where he was pointing. It was a set of tits filled with cigarette butts,"what the hell is that?"

"A bulk ashtray, or a playboy holder, or even a dip bucket." He scoffed and walked past me, tossing his backpack onto the floor by the recliner along with his crossbow.

I looked around the place from where I stood and heard him open a door and pull something out,"I was righ'."

I looked over at him, holding a crate filled with jars of different sizes, they clinked together as he walked over and put it on the messed up table, which reminded me of what the house looked like after one of Merle's parties.

"Shits gonna make you go blind." I put my crossbow on the recliner as he picked up a small jar.

"That why I'm gonna test the shit first."

"That not-" he cut me off with a quick answer.

"Spoon test." I crossed my arms as I walked over, he walked over the drawers in the kitchen and started opening them, looking for a spoon.

Well he found one and walked back over, he out it down and grabbed a lighter out of his vest pocket and put it by it. I sat down in one of the chairs and he untwisted the jaw lid and popped it open, placing it on the table. He grabbed the spoon and pored a good amount in and looked at me before he grabbed the lighter. He lit it and then the spoon, it lit up in a blue flame.

"Burned blue, id say it's good." He noted in a mutter putting his lighter back. he let the flame burn out and he tossed the the spoon away. I watched him with furrowed brows as he took a small drink out of the glass and swallow quickly, let out a sharp breath,"tastes like my 16th birthday."

He pulled the chair out and sat down, looking at the jar before holding it out to me and I looked at him like he was crazy.

"No way." I shook my head and he raised his brow at me and put it down in front of me. I thought he was joking, I really did, then I realized he wasn't.

"Live a little, kid."

Current-

Darlys pov-

Beth said she wanted a drink, she was gonna drink peach schnapps at a golf club, if she's gonna have her first drink, she gonna do it right. So I brought her to the cabin (y/n) and I found on a run. It was also the place I told him to go to if we ever got separated. Only now I knew walking into the place I wouldn't see him sitting in the recliner, or standing on the porch.

The place still looked the same, the crate of moonshine tucked away under the sink just where I left it before we left halfway through the next day. I put it down on the table and I stopped when I saw the engraving in the wood, the word Dixon carved into it. That was a fun Fuckin run, we didn't even bring anything back, to busy doing drunk target practice at some walkers, making sure our aim was as good as the moonshine. It wasn't at first but it got there, a dixons crossbow is always a dead shot.

"Who buys this?" Beth's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked over at her putting down the boob ashtray bucket.

"My dad." I answered walking away to grab two glasses. When k turned around, I had a moment of deja-vu. she was sitting in the same chair (y/n) did, looking at the crate of different sized jars with a weary face.

"So what-"

"If yer gonna drink for yer first time. Ya gonna have a proper one, not some peach Fuckin schnapps."

I kinda wished I didn't come here. The current events being close to the same as when I came here with him. He was a weary at first, started to like it, then we both got stupid. Though with him I was a happy drunk, that was the effect her had on me. With Beth, I got angry, she said the wrong thing during a drinking game and it ended up with me holding her while trying to shoot a pinned walker and then making her try. Which made her get mad, reasonably. But she was still happy, just how she was, maybe she didn't cry anymore, but she was still a bubbly girl.

"So.." she started off and I looked over here leaning against the post behind her. We were sitting on the porch stairs just drinking from our jars,"I saw the carving on the table. You leave that as some sort of claim?"

I told her I found this place with michonne, not that I found it with (y/n). Trying to prolong a conversation about him for as long as possible. Not like I was trying to forget him, I never will, I'd rather be walker bait then forget about him. Just didn't wanna talk about it, but now there was no hiding it.

"(y/n) carved it."I took a swig from my jar before going on,"it's his claim."

"I thought you found this place with michonne." I shook my head and looked out into the dark woods.

"Nah, only him and I would find'a place like this. It's our separation spot." I heard her hum and heard her place the jar down on the porch.

"That why we came here? Had some hope that just maybe he'd be here?" I glanced at her from the corner of eye and nodded,"maybe he will, I mean...ya never know."

"He ain't comin'. He ain't walkin outta those woods, he ain't shootin an Arrow at my feet from a tree he climbed up to surprise me." I saw a glimpse of him in my head as a walker and shook it off and continued,"and if he does...he sure as hell ain't comin to say hi."

She looked down at her hands and then back at me and I looked away.

"Ya know I...I miss him." I looked over at her, her eyes meeting mine,"he was the only one close to my age for awhile, I learned a lot from him. He showed me there was still some good in the world, I mean, well he didn't like me at first and k didn't like him, but we both came around."

"Yeah." I whispered and she took a deep breath and went on, picking up the jar and holding it in her hand.

"He was a good person, he didn't deserve this." She took a swig and let out a breath to subside the burn,"but...he knew what he was doing, I saw him before I ran to find Maggie. He was always trying to save people, putting others before himself....guess he learned that from you."

"I guess he did."

Your pov-

2 days later-

I could smell smoke in the air, and I started running. I found the way we took to the cabin,

I found our marks in the trees and I followed them, the closer I got, the more I smelled smoke. I stopped a few yards from where the tree line ended. Seeing a little bit of smoke rising off of the burned remains of the cabin.

I felt defeated. Absolutely defeated.

The safe zone burned down to almost nothing. Though...who burned it? And why? I started walking again, readying my crossbow as I walked slowly, looking all around for walkers. I didn't see any, I did some dead and charred ones though, maybe who ever was here used it as a lure? I don't know.

I walked to the front of the building, and nodded slowly, biting down on my bottom lip. The only place that ever reminded me of home was now gone. A place I could've lived in was now turned to coals. I sat down on the ground, holding my cross bow in my lap and let my back and head hit the dirt. I walked all the way here just for nothing. It pissed me off.

"Dear God..." I said out loud,"its been...a long time since I've talked to you, and I've got two words for ya..fuck you."

I stared at the blue cloudy sky, the sun not fully centered above me yet, had to be only 11. I let out a sigh as I pulled myself back up to sitting and rubbed my face before shaking the dirt out of my hair.

I'm gonna be honest, I just wanted to cry. I didn't even know where to go. Can't go back to the prison, it's infested. I don't have enough ammo or energy to take out a large group of walkers, so I can't really risk going into an open town, I might be able to find some food though, maybe. I haven't found a deer in my travels but I've found some squirrels, so it's back to square one.

I pushed myself to my feet and sling my crossbow over my shoulder and turned around and I saw something sticking out of a tree. So I walked over, and I knew exactly what it was. Neon green fiberglass Arrow shot into a tree pinning a note into the bark. I ripped my arrow out and slid the note off and slipped the arrow into my quiver and held the note looking at it.

Keeping walking north.

Dixon and Greene.

(P.s, we were drunk, sorry abt ur claim- Greene)

I scoffed at the letter and looked back at the burned down cabin. My dad and Beth. I could tell my the dainty hand writing that it was Beth.

"I had a fuckin claim." I groaned, leaning foward letting my forehead hit the hard bark or the pine tree. I was relived to know they were here, that they were alive. My dad is alive.

daryl is alive.

Darlys pov-

Some time later-

I don't really know how long it's been since I joined these assholes. Some "big bad" bikers. Found them, well they found me, a couple days after Beth drove off after the house we found got ran over by walkers. It didn't really matter now. Cause Rick was leaning against the car that michonne and Carl were inside of. His face covered in blood from stabbing the shit outta one of them last night. I handed him my Bandana and a bottle of water, and he shook his head denying it.

"You might not be able to see yourself, but he can see you." I told him, he looked Up at me snd finally took the items from me. I sat down next to him, and let out a breath as he opened the water bottle,"did you see him?"

"Who?" He poured some water onto the cloth and I looked at him.

"(y/n)." I stated,"he ran after ya."

"He did?" He looked at me and I nodded,"I don't even know. There was so much going on 'round me. Why? What happened?"

"He got shot." I looked at my hands and wiped them on my jeans,"never got back up, not that i saw at least."

"Shit." He whispered starting to clean the blood off his face blindly,"this..whole time I've been waiting for you to go out into these woods and come back with him...and that's not gonna happen."

"Yeah...I keep on looking over my shoulder to check if he's still there, and each time I expect him to be there...an he's not." I did it just a few minutes ago, I looked behind the car to see if he was sitting there. He wasn't. Obviously.

"How you-you holdin up?"

"Part Ah' me wants to strangle you," I looked at him and he looked at me, stopping his movements,"part of me wants to head back the way I came and look for him, even though I ain't gonna find him."

"You get a free pass this time." He gave my knee a hard Pat,"just not in front of Carl."

"I'll take you up on it." I gave him a sharp nod and he shot me a smile.

"It's uh...been like that for me too though. Keep thinking I've got Judith with me, when I don't. Feels like I'm carrying her but I'm not." He admitted and I nodded. We both knew how it felt.

We sat in silence for a good while. Letting the sun rise a bit higher in the sky before we decided to set off once again. Off to go find this terminus, saw the signs on the tracks, can only hope the others saw the signs and maps if they found the tracks and decided to follow them.

I'm just hoping that it's real, could really use a fuckin break.

Your pov-

My legs were running faster then my mind could keep up with. I found an old grocery store, was able to get some food and find some water. Then this guy showed up out of no where...

I tossed the cans of beans snd fruit into my bag. I got Fuckin lucky, I really did. The back of the grocery store by the loading docks had pallets of food and stuff on them. Bad part, it was pretty damn dark in here, only light coming from s hole in the corner of the ceiling. I zipped up my bag and threw it over my shoulders and grabbed my crossbow from against the pile and I heard a door slam. I flinched at the sudden loud bang and turned around, my crossbow readied and aimed at the man.

"Woah there kid." He held his hands up and took a few steps towards me,"not lookin for any sort of trouble, okay?"

"Back the fuck up." I step towards him quickly and he back up as I moved forward,"open the door, and get out."

"Can't." He shook his head,"group of walkers coming through. I only got a knife."

"You'll be fine." I nodded,"get the hell out."

"Kid ya already got a badass thing pointed at

Me alright? I mean...unless you don't know how to use it." He let out a chuckle,My index finger pressed against the trigger,"cause if you don't..." he stepped towards me,"you might wanna save those Arrows."

I didn't even hesitate, I took my sim and shot him right in between his eyes, seeing the life quickly die out of them. He made s loud thud when he hit the floor, I think I'd also heard his skill crack on impact. I walked towards him, and yanked my arrow out of his head and the door bursted open. I didn't even have time to react as a women with a machete charged in. Swinging it at my face, luckily only the tip of the blade catching my cheek, I felt it cut from the bridge of my nose down to my jaw. I ducked down s bit before coming back Ik and swinging my crossbow at her, I jumped back and switched it to my left hand and grabbed my pistol off my belt and thumbed back the hammer and shot her in the face. Hearing the gunshot ricochet against the walls, hearing the bullet with the metal door behind her.

I let out a breath, feeling blood seep down my neck and onto my shirt, I don't even know how deep it is, all I know is that I can feel the blood snd it doesn't seem good. I put my revolver back in its Holster and shouldered my crossbow. I unclipped the machetes sheath from her belt and grabbed the weapon that had my blood on it. I quickly clipped it to my belt and slid it in and ran towards the back door where I came in from.

Right when I got out, I saw a man running up towards me from the side of the building so I ran. I held onto the strap of my crossbow as I sprinted away, hearing the man yell behind me.

"He's running!" He yelled and I heard him running after me. This is what I get for going into a town. This is why I hate going into towns. I knew the train tracks were near by, also a few places I could probably dip away and get him and who ever else was with him by surprise. I saw walkers in my vision, taking sight of me and limping towards me.

A gunshot sounded behind be causing me to duck but keep running. My eyes darted around, looking for some place to go but...I missed them. The shopping center turned into open road, and now I had no choice but to just keep running until he lost interest in me.

I felt the blood on my face and next turn a bit cold from the air passing me as I ran. I grabbed my revolver and thumbed the hammer bavk and looked behind me. He was still there. So I stopped running and aimed it as him and pulled the trigger. He fell foward, the pistol in his hand firing into the road as he clutched his shoulder. I turned back and kept running, seeing the railway crossing signs up ahead.

Terminus here I come.

I leaned against a tree, slowly sliding down to my knees. My legs and lungs burning from running for so long and so fast. I lost them at the train tracks but I kept running, I couldn't stop. I've already almost died once, I'm not trying to almost die a second time. I panted as I moved onto my ass, taking the moment to load my crossbow up. I let my head fall forward, seeing a single drop of blood fall onto my jeans from my face. I ran my hand on my neck and looked at my palm. Covered in my red sticky blood. I wiped it off on my jeans, feeling the burning and throbbing sensation on my left cheek. At least I have the weapon that cut me. That a big old fuck you to them, they tried to killed me and couldn't.

I'm just too good.

I pushed the sweaty hair out of my face s few strands stuck in the clotted blood. I leaned forward and slid my backpack off of my shoulders and placed it next to me, unzipping it and grabbing a Gatorade out. I twisted it open, hearing the seal crack and I chugged it. My throat and mouth no longer dry like it's been all day. I let out heavy breathes as I put the lid back on and tossed it back into my bag.

"Holy fuckin shit balls." I cursed out into wind and chuckled, adrenaline still coursing through me,"ho-holy fuck."

I forced myself to stand up, I got at least 5 miles till I hit terminus, and I need to get there. I have to. It's my best bet to find the group, or...find a new group. I grabbed my backpack and crossbow off the ground and threw my backpack on and held my bow in my hand. I walked back to the tracks, seeing another sign up in the distance, close enough to see it was one of their signs but too far to read what it said.

"Just keep walking." I whispered to myself,"just keep walking."

Daryl's pov-

We slipped out of the fence where we came in. The place got attacked, good for us because Glenn was about to get his throat slit like a pig on the slaughter line. I looked back at the bullshit sanctuary, now riddled with flames, smoke, and walkers.

"Holy shit." Glenn huffed out looking back at the building,"well that was a waste of time."

"Yeah." Maggie answered,"completely."

"They took my Fuckin crossbow." I said turning around, looking a few yards back at Rick who was digging the bag of weapons up.

"Now we gotta start movin once again. Big ol' pile of horse shit this was." Abe shook his head looking at Rosita.

"Motherfucker!" I heard someone yell, hearing the voice echo in the trees, it was coming from the main entrance,"fuck!"

"Ya hear that?" I asked the group and they nodded,"worth checkin out?"

"I don't know." Rick stood up holding the duffle on his shoulder,"we should start heading out of here, gotta be some sort of watch post somewhere. Come up with a plan."

"Well," abe started and Rick looked at him,"we're headed to DC. Y'all could join us, help us save the world."

Well as we walked, trying to get back in a main path, they explained why they were headed to DC. It seemed like bullshit. All of this was bullshit. Once again we're on the hunt for a place to go, only who knows if we're ever going to find a place to go. At this point, I don't really care, I'll live outta a damn tent at this rate.

We came out of the woods onto a dirt road, I saw a cabin down a bit and nudged ricks shoulder, getting him to look over at it. The door opened, and a man walked out, also saw another person walking up the road. Two people you could spot from a mile away.

Carol and Ty.

"That's Tye." Sasha said stepping forward, he must've noticed us cause he turned around. He had Judith in his arms.

"Rick!" He yelled, I walked after him as him and Carl ran over to him. I glanced at the three and then looked at Carol.

"Here you go pookie." She said once I got close, holding my crossbow out to me. I took it from her and gave her a hug. Haven't seen her since Rick left her.

"Thanks." I said once I pulled away. She looked behind me with a smile and then she looked back at me.

"you loose someone?" She asked and I raised my brow at her,"I don't know, found this kid named (y/n), sent him here. He kinda looks like you."

I felt my body go cold. She gestured behind me with her eyes and I looked over my shoulder. Seeing s ghost in the door way, looking right back at me. His face had s huge cut on it, very new, his dark grey shirt stained with his blood, showing me exactly where he got shot. He looked worn out, the last couple of weeks making him look older then he was. Facial hair was darker and more grown in, dark eye bags...but all I could see was my boy.

I turned around fully, my crossbow falling from my hands as I ran over and he ran to me, meeting me half way.

My knees slammed into the dirt and rock as I pulled him down with me and held him close. I held on like if I let go he'd disappear into thin air. I couldn't say anything, just held onto him. He gripped onto my back of my vest and I felt him shaking against me.

"Hey hey, it's alrigh'." I placed a hand on the back of his head," 'm here, M' right here."

"You burnt down my cabin." He shakily whispered, I could still hear the light heartedness In his voice.

"We'll find you a new one." I whispered back and he pulled away from me,"the hell happened?"

"I almost died twice." He swallowed hard and gave me a lopsided grin,"but I didn't."My eyes darted from the gash on his face, the smudged blood on his neck, to the bullet hole in his shirt,"through and through."

I pulled him back into a hug, I didn't even care about the backpack he had on or his crossbow. feeling my shoulders finally relax, no longer tensed up. The world was quiet.

I let out a breath and got onto one knee and pulled away from him. He pushed off of me and stood up and so did I, my hand planting onto his right shoulder, the one that was shot. I heard the group talking, but I didn't pay attention, I even heard my name and I didn't care. He's alive but he is covered in his own blood, and its rubbing me the wrong way, and he knew it.

"Hey, if it makes ya feel better, I took the machete." He chuckled and k looked down at his belt belt and he in fact did,"yeah, I got a machete swung at my face about four hour's ago."

"Four- that's Not makin me feel any better." I shook my head at him.

"And I killed two maybe three people." He added on and I looked at him in shock and grabbed his other shoulder,"you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded,"maybe, but Jesus Fuckin Christ." I grabbed his chin,Looking at the king gast that ran from the bridge of his nose to just above his jaw and k saw him looking away from me.

"Hey Rick, how's your leg?" He called out, and I looked over at Rick who was holding Judith, Carol now standing by the once again holding my crossbow.

"Good, your shoulder?" He asked walking a bit closer.

"I have no fuckin clue, I stopped lookin at it a while ago ." He answered and k let go of his chin and hooked my finger into his shirt collar and pulled it back a bit. The wound was fully healed, all that was left was a dark scar, I assume the other side looked like that too.

"daryl is gonna have a heart attack." I heard Carol comment and I Looked over at her.

"Kids been dead for a month and shows up here, ya I am." I responded and Rick let out a chuckle and looked down at Judith who had a smile on her face. I let my hand fall from (y/n) shoulder and he smiled.

"Last man on earth right?" He crossed his arms and I nodded.

"You and I both kid."