"Game Day" - Nate Jacobs X Reader

"Game Day" - Nate Jacobs x Reader

Summary: Nate blames you for distracting him on game day.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, dom!nate, daddy kink, spit kink, overstim, fingering, oral f receiving, semi public sex, squirting, humiliation kink ig, degradation kink, spanking, face slapping in a sexual context, honestly there was a lot going on here, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v sex

Word Count: 2,550 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Euphoria characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Maybe you should’ve anticipated that your boyfriend would go absolutely feral when he saw your team’s new uniforms. It’s after school on a Friday and you’re standing with Maddy and Cassie, discussing the after-game party and who’s bringing what when Nate comes up behind you, resting his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggle, feeling him turn you around to face him, tugging you toward his truck so the two of you can have  a moment away from your friends.

“That your new uniform?” He asks, eyeing you up and down.

You nod, beaming up at him as you do a little twirl, “Coach went with the pleated skirts instead of A-line and the cropped shells. How do I look?”

“You look hot as fuck,” Nate remarks, his gaze traveling to your thighs as you do your little twirl, grabbing you by the waist when you’ve turned to face him again.

Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, one that’s definitely not appropriate to be had on school property. But you don’t care, moaning softly against his lips, resting your hands on his chest as he keeps kissing you, ignoring the wolf whistles and eye rolls from your fellow students.

“You’re a good kisser,” you murmur between kisses.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Nate replies, finally pulling away and smiling at you.

You let Nate pull you up against his side, cuddling up to him as you question, “Are we hanging out after the party?”

“Of course we are, baby.”

“Okay, cool. My parents are gone for the weekend…” You trail off, meeting his gaze, a smile playing on your lips.

Nate’s eyes light up, his grin growing wider, “Oh? So does that mean you and I are gonna have a little sleepover, baby?”

Biting your lip, you nod, buzzing with excitement, “Uh huh. That’s exactly what it means.”

Before long, the sounds of your respective teammates yelling for the two of you brings the moment to an end. You frown slightly and Nate sighs in annoyance, cupping your face in his hands. You smile up at him, pecking his cheek before turning to leave.

“Good luck at the game, babe. Not that you need it.”

“See ya.”

But just as you’re about to move out of arm’s reach, he grabs you from behind, pulling you back in for another kiss. You giggle, feeling his hands moving under the fabric of your cheer skirt, squeezing your ass. You smack his arm playfully, giving him a mock glare.

“Behave, babe. We’ll have time for all of that after you win the game.”

Nate rolls his eyes, giving your ass a light smack as you walk away, calling out, “You’re just too hot to resist, baby. It’s not my fault.”

After watching you for another moment, Nate decides to finally join his teammates and grab something to eat before they begin warming up for the game.

In retrospect, you might have been better not saying that Nate didn’t need any luck to win this game. East Highland is losing, and miserably. You know Nate’s going to be in a foul mood by the end of the game, watching him take off his helmet and let out a growl of frustration. Is it wrong that you get so turned on by the sight of your boyfriend all angry like this? If it is, you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

It thrills you, feeling his eyes on you instead of focusing on the game. You can hear his teammates scolding him, reminding him to focus on the game at hand, but all Nate can focus on is the sight of your legs in that tiny pleated skirt. He watches intently as you do your cheers, sometimes completely zoning out as he stares at you, the game all but forgotten. Your boyfriend clearly has something far more pressing on his mind.

After the end of the fourth quarter - and one of the most horrendous losses in East Highland’s history, you stand with Cassie, Maddy, and a few of the football players, all of you just chatting and laughing. Nate approaches, his entire body taut with tension as he ignores the conversations, all of it being white noise in his ears. All he cares about right now is you. You can tell he’s in a pissy mood, the way his jaw ticks whenever you titter away to Maddy or Cassie, but you’re fairly surprised when he actually grabs you by the hand and begins dragging you over to his car.

“Nate, what the hell-”

“Just shut up,” he snaps.

“Don’t tell me to shut up!” You pout, “We have to get to the party-”

“We’re not going.”

There’s something so undeniably attractive about him right now. The way his nostrils flare, his eyes narrow as the two of you reach the truck and he pushes you up against it. There’s something so intoxicatingly dominant about the way he’s acting right now. You press your thighs together, rubbing slightly, hoping he doesn’t notice. Fuck, all you can think about is his big, fat cock inside of you. It’s pathetic, how much you want him right now. But, you try to push past it, focusing on the issue at hand.

“Nate, we promised!” You protest, “I’m supposed to bring snacks and-”

“I don’t give a shit.”

His voice is low, a dangerous, rough edge to it. Your eyes widen as he opens the driver side door and takes a seat, easily manhandling you onto his lap. The door shuts with a loud slam as he holds you in place so that you’re straddling his thighs. You stare at him in confusion.

“Nate, what’s going- mmmmph!”

He cuts you off with a kiss so intense that it’s nearly bruising. The way he handles you, like you’re his plaything, his pretty little ragdoll - it’s so fucking animalistic. It leaves you breathless, craving more, like he’s a drug to you and you just can’t get enough. Your body melts against his as you begin to return the kiss, hands gripping his football jersey to balance yourself. The two of you pull apart for a moment to catch your breath, but before you know it, Nate’s hands are in your hair, tugging harshly as he pulls you back in again.

“Natey, what’s going on-”

“This is all your fault,” he rasps, one of his hands moving away from your hair, further down until he reaches your ass, squeezing harshly, “All your fucking fault.”

Your jaw drops as you question incredulously, “Wha- what did I do?”

“You’re too fucking hot,” he says, a bit of humor lacing his tone, but his aggression overpowering it by far as he pulls you in for another almost violent kiss, your entire body feeling like jelly as he bites down on your lower lip, “I lost the game because of you.”

“What the-” He cuts you off with another searing kiss. You squirm against Nate slightly, everything feeling so confusing to you, the heat building between you as the windows of his truck begin to fog up, “How did I make you lose?!”

“You know exactly how.”

His voice is a low snarl. So many people are terrified of Nate’s temper, but you never have been. You’ve always found that side of him to be… Exciting, in a strange way. He moves to bite down on your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse point as he leaves his mark against you. His entire body is so tense, almost like a predator waiting to pounce on its poor, defenseless prey.

“Naaaate,” you whine as he mouths at your neck, both hands now squeezing at your thighs, your ass, every hint of flesh he can find, “Nate, what’re you talking about, all I did was my cheers!”

“Yeah, exactly,” he scoffs, kneading your flesh between his palms, smirking at the moan you let out, your entire body trembling in his grip, “You put on that slutty little skirt and did your little cheers, knowing me and all the fuckin’ football players were looking at you.”

“It’s just my uniform,” you protest, “We were all wearing them, Natey-”

“Yeah, but yours is the only one anyone noticed,” he hisses against your ear.

It’s never been like this before. For the most part? Nate has been pretty gentle when it comes to the two of you getting… Intimate. But this? He’s so rough and dominating and fucking aggressive, his low tone sending a chill up your spine that isn’t entirely unpleasant. You grind yourself against his thigh, his muscles feeling so hard and lean even through the fabric of his pants and your panties.

“Baby, someone will see us…”

“So what?” Nate shrugs, “I don’t give a fuck. I’m just gonna take what’s mine.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your lacy panties, pulling them down your legs, grinning to himself as he hangs them on the gearshift. You give him an annoyed look, shaking your head.

“Nate, put them somewhere else! That’s so humiliating!”

“That’s the point.”

Nate pulls you even closer, his calloused palms now caressing the bare skin of your ass, landing a harsh spank against you, making you shiver ever so slightly. God, you hope he doesn’t check and see how wet you are, because you really don’t think you’re ever going to be able to live this down. His hands move down to the flesh of your thighs, squeezing almost enough to be painful, but not quite.

“Nate, it’s so cramped in here, let’s just go to my house-”

“Your house is too far.”

His hands trail up along your inner thighs and you gasp as you feel his fingers tracing your slit. He smirks at how fucking wet you are, giving you a condescending smile before pushing three long, thick fingers inside you. You open your mouth to protest, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewl of his name. He pumps his fingers almost furiously and you bury your face in his neck, clinging to him. He rolls his thumb against your clit, his fingers easily finding your sweet spot, rubbing against it mercilessly, making you writhe against him.

“Nate, what if my ass hits the horn or something-”

“You’ll just have to try harder not to let that happen,” he mocks.

Nate has complete control over you, your body so pliant in his grasp. And he knows you love it. He’s so dominant and bossy, to the point of being mean as he moves his hand faster and faster. You let out a sharp gasp as you feel your body tighten, your climax fast approaching, his fingers not letting up in the slightest.

“Nate… ‘S too much-”

“Too much?” He taunts, “You mean too good?”

“Yes,” you whimper, letting him pull you into a kiss, grinning as you moan into his mouth as he rubs against that rough patch deep inside of you.

Your toes curl, your stomach turns as you reach your peak, mind completely black out for a moment as he keeps moving his fingers. But Nate makes no move to stop. You ask him to give you a second, your entire body shivering at the overstimulation, but he just shakes his head, a dirty smirk on his lips as he stares at you.

“No. I’m not done with you.” He keeps pumping his fingers at a brutal pace, the wet noises from his actions making him laugh, “God, who would’ve known my sweet little girlfriend enjoyed being treated like a little fuckin’ slut, huh? Look how wet you are, baby.”

When you come again, your entire body going slack against his, your eyes go wide when you realize the mess you’ve made of the both of you. You look at Nate, shocked at what’s just happened, while he just has that smug look on his face. You cover your mouth, eyes wide.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, lifting his hand to show you the evidence of your arousal, “Squirted all over my fingers and made such a fuckin’ mess. Now Daddy’s gonna have to clean you up, huh?”

Before you can ask what he means, he’s reclined his seat all the way back and pushed you so your back rests dangerously close to the horn, your legs up in the air over his shoulders. You’re so helpless and vulnerable and exposed like this. And you love it, watching as he begins to mouth at your folds, still sensitive from his previous actions. You rest one hand against the window, the other against the stereo to keep your back from hitting the horn, but the feeling of his tongue pushing inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit while his hands continue squeezing at your ass…

It’s all too much and you let yourself fall back against the wheel, the horn blaring loudly as Nate continues lapping up your arousal, tasting you and groaning, the slurping sounds he makes driving you even further over the edge. He brings you to your peak yet again, but of course, he doesn’t stop, not when you whine and whimper and plead, only pulling back to land a sharp slap against your pussy, grinning at the way you squeal his name.

“Shut up and take it, baby.”

You lose count of how many times he makes you come on his tongue, you think it was two or three, when you finally hear him moving his pants down, freeing his long, thick cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you down onto him, and you moan at the stretch. You’ve been together so many times now, but he’s still so fucking big, you don’t think you’re ever going to get used to it. You’re surprised when he grabs you by the ass, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto him, fucking you harder and deeper than ever before. Your lips part, eyes rolling back as the fat head of his cock rubs up against your sweet spot over and over and over.

You feel his free hand grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open, his spat landing on your tongue as he demands, “Swallow that for Daddy.”

And you do. The air is thick as you and Nate gaze into each other’s eyes, his cock splitting you in half over and over as he moves you up and down on him, a smirk on his face. You feel so humiliated at the light slap he gives your cheek when you close your eyes, before caressing it, and murmuring.

“Yeah, baby, eyes on me. Keep those eyes open.”

It doesn’t take long for him to spill himself inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your insides, your own end following soon after as you collapse against him.

“Let’s get to the party, baby. See what everyone thinks about my slutty little girlfriend walking in with my cum dripping out of her little pussy.” You move to grab your underwear, but he grabs your wrist, giving you a little smirk, “Did Daddy say you could put those back on? No. No I did not.”

Oh.

This is going to be a very long night.

Robert chase x female reader.

Based on season 3

Chase started to fall in love with his co-worker Y/n but she can’t see him in that way, or that’s what she said. But the truth is that she likes chase as well.

Chase starts to get a little jealous like he did in episode 19 of season 3.

They finally get together and chase couldn’t be happier.

Since Y/n and chase started to work with each other she didn’t like him because she thought he was an idiot who didn’t care about anyone then himself. But chase changed himself for y/n.

Change

Pairing: Robert Chase x Fem!Reader

Universe: House Md

Summary: hiding feelings for your co-worker was never a good idea, on either end. But when he’s fed up after witnessing you be too close with a co-worker: Chase will do anything in his power to show you he’s serious about his possible chance at a relationship with you

Warnings: medical talk, Greg House being Greg House, jealous Robert Chase, slight angst and arguing

Notes: another Chase request; you’re on a role. I did make it so Chase is jealous of reader’s FRIENDSHIP with Wilson; the whole Chase being jealous of a kid was on par for his character but I don’t wanna write that so. This one was definitely shorter than On Your Side, lowkey hummed about that.

“I see you were with Wilson last night,” Robert Chase pointed out as the two of you walked alongside one another into the locker room for the morning. You raised a brow, caught off guard by his sudden choice of words.

“Why does it matter what I was doing with my friend?” You asked him accusingly.

“It’s just ironic that you’ll grab a drink with him but not me,”

“I never said I wouldn’t get a drink with you,” You informed him. You stopped and faced him full on, a look of disbelieve on your face, “But I know you want something more from that and I can’t ruin our friendship. I went with Wilson because we’re friends. Like we have been since I started working here.”

You didn’t bother putting your things in the Locke room, and decided you’d take everything to Wilson’s office to save you the haste of listening to House complain all day. You were grateful that Wilson wasn’t in his office, and just set your things on the sofa and walked back out to go to House’s office.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t understand where Chase’s feelings for you came from. And you would also be lying if you said you didn’t share those feelings. But he was impulsive, and sometimes selfish — you didn’t like that.

Chase walked in with Foreman close behind. Foreman instantly didn’t want to be at work as soon as he could sense the hostility between you and Chase, and sat as far away from you as he possibly could. Foreman had always seen the butt end of these arguments that you and Chase had gotten into recently, and House only fed into them.

The case was pretty open close once House and Cameron walked in; House gave you all tasks and went on his way while you all went through all of the work. You sat in the patient’s room with Chase, asking her any questions that she could answer to see if you could get any general ideas as to what could have put her in the hospital.

The information you got wasn’t a lot, but you took what you could and the team gathered together to bounce ideas off of one another. House didn’t shut down each idea that came his way; challenging everyone to find a bigger and better idea.

Safe to say that the case went the same as every other. House avoided much of his job, this included clinic duties that Cuddy got after him to do. You packed up your things from Wilson’s office, and he got you to agree to let him walk you to your car.

“So what provoked you to stash your things in my office?” He inquired, pulling on his coat and joining you in the hall.

You watched James close his office door and lock it. You sighed, shaking your head, “Robert and I got into an argument.”

James raised a brow, not bothering to ask for more information. Nodding you continued, “He’s upset that I keep turning him down…but it’s so hard to say no to him every single time.”

You sighed, not noticing that Chase was talking to Cameron in the hall as you shook your head, “He can be selfish. Impulsive…and extremely idiotic. And I don’t know if I’d be able to handle that in a relationship.”

Chase watched you walk past him, James listening to you intently as the both of you didn’t notice his presence. His brows knit together and he lost track of his thoughts as he looked at Allison.

“I’d say they’re arguing about House, but she would never date him,” the brunette made a look of disgust before she chuckled and turned to walk away.

“Cameron, wait,” Chase called out, she faced him again. She looked confused, “I think I need your help with something.”

You had just finished a shower when you heard a knock at the door. Ensuring you looked presentable, you walked to the door and pulled it open. Robert Chase stood smiling down at you, a bouquet of flowers [whatever flowers you wish] in one hand and takeout in the other.

“It’s almost nine o’clock,” You told him, an amused look crossing your face while he shrugged.

“I overheard your conversation with Wilson,” he admitted. This caught you off guard, as the Robert you knew would frequently keep something like this from you for as long as possible, “And I want to say that I hate that you feel that way about me. But for you? I’d be willing to fix that.”

You shook your head, “No, Robert —“

“Y/n, I love you,” he interrupted almost immediately, taking a step toward you and setting the takeout bag on the floor. He shook his head as he looked down at you, “And I don’t want to go without attempting a relationship with you when you feel as if I’m selfish—“

“You are,” You interrupted with a grin.

He shook his head, ignoring you, “Impulsive—“

“Which you are,” you insisted.

“And an idiot,” You made a face, and he sighed, whispering, “You can have that one.”

“I have all of them,” You muttered.

“Please,” he pleaded, taking your hand, “Just give this one chance. Give us…better yet me a chance.”

You smiled up at Robert, knowing it was hard to refuse him when he was being oh so sweet — and surprisingly thinking with his head.

“Of course I will,” you told him, reaching you to wrap an arm around his neck and pulling him down to you. He chuckled as your lips interlocked, a brief kiss being shared before you pulled away, “Let’s get you out of this hallway.”

The next morning, you walked into work with Robert instead of James. You enjoyed each other’s company as you walked into the locker room and changed for the day, deciding on possible things to do after work.

Before you could depart to start on task for the day, you grabbed Robert’s hand to give it a quick squeeze, and then planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be stupid,”

He chuckled and watched you walk away, maybe you were right, but he wouldn’t let you get away with thinking so.

Hi, could you do house and his 18 years old stalker story. When his stalker turned on 18, he decided to call her and then they go to date and ended up with his house. She could be virgin and this is her first time with House. Btw i didn't ask, just explain my idea :), do you write smut stories?

Remarkable Day - g.h

Pairing: Gregory House x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a birthday present for his stalker turns into something more, House finds himself liking it.

Content Warnings: Allusions to smut, 20+ year age gap. Reader is estranged from her parents and has a little brother.

I don't write smut because I'm terrible lmao but I write everything else :) Also inspired by House and Cameron's date scene from s1.

It was my birthday a few days ago, so count this as my gift to you!

Cane hitting the dirty pavement as he stepped down after, House shook his head at the familiar frame, only this time she stood against what looked like a brand new car, keys mindlessly twirling around her finger.

Grinning at his entrance, Y/N straightened up. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"I'm good, though I'm sure there's someone else who'll pay you to chauffeur."

Smile not faltering as she was used to his particularly sharp humor, she continued. "Come on, doc. I just got it for myself, as a birthday present."

He scoffed, glaring at the car. "How old are you turning? 8? Are you even old enough to drive?"

"Close," She took a stride towards him. "I'm turning 18."

The doctor furrowed his brows. "Well, if you're 18 then I have, what's it called? Mad cow disease."

Excited at the opportunity to show off her medical knowledge so far, she retorted. "You'll need a brain biopsy for Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease."

Peeking into the car, House pursed his lips at the mail inside. "You got into Princeton, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Now, let's say you got financial aid, that's still roughly 10,000 dollars. How'd you afford a car?"

"I got a job and I saved. I'm a big girl, I can pay for my stuff. Anything else you want to interrogate me about?"

Impressed at her confidence, he dug into his pocket, retrieving a sum of money. "Here, go buy yourself a teddy, as a gift from me to you."

"This is two dollars."

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I not living up to your rich - double your age - sugar daddy dream?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking the dollar bill back into his pocket. "I don't want money, I want a date."

Feigning confusion, he turned to walk towards his bike. "I'm sure you can go find a Princeton boy to take you out."

"No, I want a date with you." She frowned at his disinterest. "Give me one night to show you a whole new world and get all deep."

He mounted his bike. "Happy birthday."

"You know my number if you change your mind."

Going about his usual routine, House had winded down with Wilson in exam room one. "You're not actually thinking about going out with her, are you?"

He shrugged, attention still captured by the the latest episode of Prescription: Passion. "There are no real cons to going out with her."

"She's 18!"

"Exactly!" He replied, word oozing with sarcasm. "It's one dinner, just for her birthday so that I don't have to see her every morning."

To be fair, he didn't mind being greeted by the young girl every morning. In fact, the one day she wasn't there had him feeling somewhat downhearted until she returned the next day with coffees for two in hand, claiming she had an errand to run.

It took him a moment to register the voice on the other end of the phone call, Wilson practically staring into his soul. "Hey, doc."

"One dinner, that's it."

"Lovely. Do I get to know where we're going? I have to dress appropriately." He could hear the sheer delight of her smile.

"Just look nice." What was he saying? She always looked nice! The oncologist shook his head at his friend's lack of real flirting skills, mouthing an overdramatic 'What?'

"Alright, we'll leave from your place, see you at 7:00."

-

She would be here any minute as he sighed in frustration, ditching the idea of a tie completely as Wilson advised him.

"What even attracted you to her anyways?"

"I'm not attracted to her."

"She goes to a university where the literal dress code is to cover your underwear and wear a shirt." He voiced. "Comment on shoes, earrings and the move onto DHA. Dreams, hopes and aspirations, and I'm sure she's got a lot of ideas on what she wants to be when she's grown up."

House ignored the joke, picking up a small box from the nearby table. The velvet container caught the other doctor's attention as he narrowed his eyes at it. "Jesus, how much did you spend?" He marveled at the sight of a gold chain, her initial hanging off it as a pendant.

"It's lame, isn't it?"

Wilson looked at him with a softer, sincere smile. "I think she likes lame."

A faint knock on the front door had House shoving the jewellery into his pocket and smoothing down his hair before answering it.

In the doorway, fist raised ready to knock again, Y/N stood with a dazzling smile. The formal dress was clad in was certainly different to her usual day to day ensembles of jeans and various tops. Perhaps it was something as trivial as seeing her legs for the first time that made his heart race, or the fluttering of her eyelashes that occurred while she greeted him in the most delicate voice. "Hi."

His speech had transpired into a light stutter as he revealed the small box. "This is for you."

"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything!" She opened it, eyes widening at it's contents. "Wow, oh my god. Thank you."

Not knowing how to respond to her evident gratitude, House's response didn't seem too delighted to any passer-by. "You're welcome, now turn around."

Catching on to his intention, she turned, softly gasping once the cold metal made contact with the warm skin of her neck, hair being moved away for easy access.

Comfortable silence clouding the air, Y/N was confused when he limped towards his motorcycle instead of her car. "We have a perfectly safe, doored vehicle right here." She stated.

"We also have a somewhat safe, un-doored vehicle over here."

"Somewhat?"

"Nothing is ever perfectly safe."

Knowing his mind was made up, she watched him bestride the bike with a sense of ease, shoulders drooping at the expectant look he gave her. With a sigh he held his hand out, heart fluttering when she perked up, using it to sit behind him.

She placed her hands gingerly on his sides, a small giggle escaping when he grabbed hold of them, wrapping her arms around his middle. "Maybe you are just an overgrown baby." He grunted at the squeak that erupted after the roar of the bike. "Don't be so afraid."

"I've never been anywhere near one of these before."

"How come?"

"Never had a rich - double my age - sugar daddy." Y/N teased, referring to the cynical joke he'd made earlier that day.

The rest of the ride had gone smoothly once she got the hang of it, occasional laughs from the wind in her hair had the older man smiling like a schoolboy, glad she couldn't see his expression.

She stumbled when getting off, a hand on her waist steadying her. "Can't have you fall and get a concussion, then it'd be a excuse for Cuddy to get me to log more clinic hours." House internally grimaced at the poor excuse, making sure to pull away incase she noticed how his hand lingered for a second too long.

They remained in silence until they were sat down in the restaurant, menus open before them. "Nice earrings." He complimented, remembering Wilson's lecture, doubting on whether he should be taking his friend's advice due to multiple failed marriages.

"Thank you."

"Nice shoes."

"Who are you and what have you done with Gregory House?" Y/N chuckled. "You don't care about my shoes or my earrings. Just converse with me, like I said earlier, I have a night to show you a whole new world."

The doctor averted his eyes to anything, the fancy glass of water, the menu, the slightly stained table cloth. "I don't know how to have a conversation. Without small talk, what is there?"

"We're having a conversation right now."

"I don't understand. I'm not charming, great looking, or even nice, your attraction to me is extemporaneous."

Tilting her head, the corner of her mouth tugged upward. "I always thought you had nice eyes, that your sardonic humor and wit was charming. I don't want you to be nice, or to serenade me at my window, I want you to be you."

He pursed his lips. "The 'be yourself' speech, how cheesy." His initial sarcastic tone had worn off when he spotted a certain group of three at the other side of the restaurant. "Oh, great. My minions are here."

Y/N hid her smile with the menu. She knew all three of his colleagues, getting on quite well with them when she often ran errands throughout the hospital while on an internship. "Don't want them to know you're on a date with me?"

House stood, nodding his head towards the door. "Let's go."

"Are you sure?"

"House!" Foreman's call had cemented their plans as the young girl was on her feet, pulling her date out of the restaurant as best as she could with his limp.

She burst into a fit of giggles at their somewhat great escape. The diagnostician simply smiled, not at their actions but at the sheer delight displayed on her features as her hand still remained on his forearm from when she had tugged him out of the restaurant and to his motorbike. "Hop on."

Laughter dying down, her expression was dumbfounded. "What?"

"Hop on." He repeated, raising an eyebrow as she hesitantly clambered onto the bike, getting on behind her.

Grabbing her hands, he rested them on the hand grip, steering from behind her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to the best restaurant in town."

-

The moan that escaped her lips was comical as Y/N savored the taste of the burger in her mouth.

"McDonald's is totally better than Carluccio's." She commented, failing to notice the chuckle from the man before her.

"Tell me about you." He piped up, earning a slightly confused glance. "You know a bit about me, but I barely know you. Either this is a scheme to kidnap me, or you actually wanted a date."

The university student rolled her eyes, putting her burger down and popping a nugget from his tray into her mouth, ignoring his distaste towards the gesture. "I'm a boring person, doc. Just trying to live life one day at a time."

"So you're trying to live life one day at a time, yet you intern for Cuddy?"

She shook her head. "Tell me about your parents." Lips spreading into a teasing smile at his look of confusion, she elaborated. "I don't actually know anything much about you. You can always tell who a person is from how they describe their parents."

The man quietly sighed before placing a fry in his mouth. "My dad was a marine pilot, my mother was a housewife. Married for 46 years. She was afraid of confrontation, he was more the 'care when your eyeball's popping out' type."

"And you didn't gel with the 'care when your eyeball's popping out' type?"

"It's a good trait to have as a man, but a lousy one to have as a father." He took a brief sip from her coke. "Tell me about yours."

"Nothing much about them, really. I haven't talked to my parents in a year, but my brother's alright."

House interlocked his hands, intrigued. "Let me guess, favoritism? Betrayal? Oh, disownment!"

"What? No! I just hated living with them and they made me feel guilty about wanting to go college far away."

"Dammit, I thought it was something interesting, like them disowning you because your aspiration was to become a stripper." He pouted.

"I'd make a pretty good stripper."

"And I don't doubt you. You've got the legs for it."

Y/N giggled, closing the now empty burger box and placing it above his. "When I was 14, my brother was born. By then I'd already grown an aversion to children, but I thought my mother was an understanding person. I thought she'd understand that I didn't always want to feed him, or hold him, or that I'd get headaches when he cried loud. But she didn't, and I guess I was a little hurt when my own best friend said 'you're meant to be sneaking out, going out with friends and having a good time.'"

"So you're trying to get the best out of your time now because you didn't get to as a teenager?"

"Maybe. I have nothing against my brother, I love him more than anything in the world and raising him for the first four years were great."

House nodded in understanding, standing as he held his unoccupied arm out. The disheartened expression on her face melted away as she looped her own through his, venturing out of the restaurant and onto the street. Small but fat droplets of water had began cascading slowly. "So much taking the motorcycle, it's raining."

Rolling his eyes, he put his cane on it. "Get on behind me."

"What? But I'll be cold." She feigned a pout.

With pursed lips, he stripped himself of his coat, handing it out to her. "Here."

"Really? Won't you be cold?" She smiled at his nod and gesture to his blazer, allowing the warmth of the big jacket to engulf her. "Thank you, Greg."

They remained there, a foot of distance between them, eyes meeting in a mutual gaze. Perhaps the space between them was casually getting smaller, one of them, or both, leaning into the other. "Are we going to kiss?"

His witty remark elicited a lazy smile from the young girl. "God, you had to ruin the moment."

"Sorry, I'm just not good with kissing cues and- oh!"

Lips clashing against each other had morphed into a gentle kiss, Y/N's hand found it's way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers traced delicate shapes onto her dress-clad waist. "Did you just trace stripper onto me with your finger?" She queried, only semi-serious.

House did his best to look dumbfounded. "Well, I have no idea what you're talking about, dear."

It was evident the rain had intensified during their 'star stricken' moment, leaving the couple soaked in each other's arms. "My place is close by." He started, small smile gracing his face when she got the memo.

"Lead the way."

"We're taking the bike."

"Aw, shit."

“that’s my girl!” part 3

part 1 part 2

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut

prompt: house hasn’t forgotten what happened the night before and refuses to focus on the case, and reader makes a deal with him

House’s arrival matched my expectation. He limped in through the glass door at around 10:15, in the process of stripping his body of his jacket.

“…his fever is spiking and he vomited three times this morning. He hasn’t had an-“ Foreman spoke but was cut off by House’s demanding tone.

”L/N, I need you in the office.”

I swapped glances with Thirteen quickly.

“We’re in the office.”

House performed a short bit of acting confuddled and then made a face at his own stupidity.

“Sorry, I got that mixed up. Must be all the whiskey I had with my cereal this morning.” He gave a fake chuckle and all of us around the table rolled our eyes in unison.

“I want them out of the office,” he corrected.

Thirteen, Taub, Chase and Foreman proceeded to sigh in unison as well as they began to gather their stuff.

“Cool!” House exclaimed. “Did you all practice that?” he pointed out the synchronized eye rolls and sighs, which only prompted a couple more of them as the team passed him on their way out.

“Are you incapable of having a normal, serious conversation?” I asked, wrapping both my hands around my hot cup of coffee. House tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and sat down.

“No. Let’s have a serious conversation. Tell me about your hopes and dreams.”

I began to keep my daily count of House-induced eye rolls as I did my second one.

“Specifically the dirty dreams you had about me last night and your hopes of having sex with me on this table,” he added.

“You clearly had too much whiskey with your cereal,” I confirmed with a nod and flipped the page of our patient’s file, turning my gaze down.

“I didn’t have any alcohol last night. You didn’t either.”

I flexed my jaw and kept staring at the documents but couldn’t make myself read any of it. The memories of being pressed against House’s chest and ravenously kissing him replayed in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good of a kisser he was.

“I don’t think refusing sex with a cripple is politically correct,” House said. I had to laugh and my third eye roll of the day came before I could stop it. I looked up at him, his short hair pointing in several directions and his stare intensely fixed on me.

“How politically correct is it to refuse to treat a dying patient because you’d rather have sex with your colleague?”

“Employee,” House was quick to correct and I squinted my eyes at him.

“Are you implying we’re gonna have sex?” he asked additionally.

“Do you promise to give a crap about the case if we do?” I bargained, trying to ignore the growing tingles in me.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart,” House smirked as he watched me stomp over to the glass walls and in two swift movements lock the door and draw the blinds.

Coming back up to him and standing in between his spread legs, he instantly hooked his hands around my bare upper thighs under my skirt and pulled me closer. I laid my hands on his shoulders and he skillfully slid two of his fingers under my underwear, swiping them through my inarguable wetness.

“It’s so cute you’re pretending you don’t want me. I think I’ve got some pretty convincing proof you do,” House muttered and flaunted his sticky fingers before sucking them clean, which only added to the fluttering feelings inside me.

“Shut up,” I breathed and quickly straddled him. House chuckled darkly and studied me in detail as I rolled my hips on him and felt him grow inside his jeans.

“And you’re eager-“

“What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?” I growled and grabbed his chin firmly before smashing a kiss into his smirking lips.

Sliding back on his legs, he groaned at the pain of me pressing down on his aching thigh, so I was quick to tear his jeans open. He seemed to like that more and he stared up at me with the hints of a smirk.

I was indeed pretty eager when I dug his hard-on out of his boxers and had to keep myself from making too big a fuss about his size, swallowing a gasp as to not feed his ego.

House’s fingers clasped the flesh of my hips under my hiked up skirt and I pulled my underwear to the side to cautiously run the length of his cock between my soaked folds a few times. I caught him gazing down with his lips parted and eyes half closed, breathing through his mouth.

“May I speak?” he asked pettily, referencing my demand for him to shut up. I met his eyes and chuckled with another roll of the eyes. Four.

I kissed him as a response and he took a risk, pulling away and speaking into my ear with a deep, hushed voice.

“God, you’re wet for me!”

I smiled and hid my blushing cheeks in his neck as I finally pushed him inside me, spilling quiet moans down his broad chest. House let a few groans out and his fingertips dug deeper into my skin as he helped set the pace of my grinding on him.

“Come on, I know you can take all of me, can’t you?” he breathed tauntingly and I swung my head back up to stare at him, sitting down all the way on him and burying his cock inside me. I clenched my walls around him and made a moan trickle out from between his lips. His cheeks were pink and his intense eyes somehow brighter than normal.

“That’s it,” he exhaled encouragingly and bucked his hips into me again, making me resume my grinding on him.

“You feel really good inside me, House,” I admitted in the middle of my hazy, horny state. It prompted a cocky smirk from him which instantly made me regret it, and I kissed his grin to wipe it off his face.

“I always knew you’d be begging for me sooner or later.”

“I would never beg,” I snapped and picked up the pace, with arousal and anger boiling in my core.

“But you would get on your knees for me,” House answered while holding back a handful of groans. My legs were shaking around him and I scoffed at his comment as I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm.

“And you’ll come for me, won’t you?” House spurred me on, kissing and nipping at my neck. I didn’t bother answering him as I was already faced with my high. I dropped my forehead against his strong shoulder again and bit my lip hard as I let a few whimpers out, feeling my body twitch and shake and break a sweat.

House forced my hips back and forth on him a few times and I stared down at our spent bodies as he pushed me off his cock and came across my thigh. I allowed a moment of weakness as I watched him catch his breath and lick his lips. He caught his cum with his fingers before it dripped down the side of my thigh and he edged his hand closer to my mouth in a suggestion. I sucked his fingers clean swiftly and noticed there was something new in his eyes. Something genuine and maybe vulnerable.

“Back to work,” I declared shortly and patted House’s warm, stubbly cheek before sliding off of his lap and pulling my skirt back down. That new something that had been hiding behind several walls in him was still with us for a few beats as he zipped his jeans back up. I grabbed the patient’s file and pressed it into his chest, feeling his faint heartbeat as I waited for him to grab it, but he never did.

He rolled his head around with an elongated sigh and let it hang for a moment as he blinked up at the ceiling and spoke in a low voice.

“It’s fungal meningitis. Start him on 0.8 mg amphotericin and 100 mg of flucytosine.”

And without even so much as a glance my way (in fact he seemed to be avoiding my eye contact) he made his way out towards the hallway, leaving me with my rejected files in hand staring at his broad back as he left.

Let’s Spend the Night Together

Chapter 3 of If You Want It, You Can Bleed on Me

Greg House x Reader

Word count: 6.5k ??? what did I do

NSFW - smut

“Where does she live?” Greg asks James.

“If I tell you, am I assisting you in a crime?” James asks in response, barely looking up from his desk.

“I’m sure she told you about our date later.”

James huffs in frustration, finally looking up at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“Did you like her? Is that it?” Greg questions, trying to get to the bottom of his friend’s snarky behavior. Not that this wasn’t the usual from him. It was one of the things Greg loved about him, that he was always a little fed up with him, always preemptively aggravated, always in a state of annoyance. It was harder to piss someone off that was always a little pissed with him at baseline.

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I COULD KISS YOU — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x reader

description: when an offhand comment to praise house for helping you diagnose a patient leads to the silent treatment, you’re both forced to confront the feelings that had been lingering unspoken for too long.

warnings: swearing, angst to a teeny bit of fluff, may be a lil ooc as i’m still iffy on fleshing out how i write the house characters but i’m trying <3

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“Gregory House, you bloody genius,” you exclaimed, clenching your fists in excitement, unable to stop the words that came flying out next, “I could kiss you!”

You’d been trying to diagnose your patient for nigh on a week now, and with the young boy’s symptoms rapidly progressing and his condition rapidly worsening, House’s diagnostic expertise provided exactly the breakthrough you needed.

You were ecstatic — mentally piecing together just how he had to be correct — and so without another word you practically skipped out of his office to run some tests and reach the certainty needed to treat the boy as soon as possible.

What House had suggested made perfect sense, accounting for every symptom and every adverse reaction to the treatments you had tried so far, and though you usually mocked his tendency to always smugly assume he was right, at present you were immeasurably grateful for his input.

You were disappointed, then, when you rushed to tell him that the young boy was responding incredibly well to the treatment he suggested and he simply gave you his smug “I-told-you-so” smile and rushed away from you.

He didn’t speak to you again for the rest of the day, choosing instead to actually take time to visit his patients rather than deal with encountering you again.

“What did I do to piss House off?” you asked Cameron, Foreman and Chase shyly as you stood near the nurse’s station with them.

They all just eyed you like the answer was obvious, but Chase shrugged, “When has anyone ever needed to actually do something to piss him off?”

“No, he won’t even talk to me right now,” you frowned, brows furrowed, “It’s weird. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong since this morning.”

The group all looked between eachother, as though deciding who would be the one to have to tell you the honest truth.

“Probably something to do with your little ‘I could kiss you’,” Chase replied, doing a terrible impersonation of you and batting his eyelids flirtatiously as he quoted you, “He didn’t seem to like that very much.”

Your mouth was parted in confusion, “Firstly, I do not sound like that. But secondly, why would he give me the silent treatment for that? Is the idea of kissing me that repulsive?”

Cameron scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You’re both as oblivious as each other, Y/N… He’s ignoring you for literally the opposite reason.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

Was she seriously trying to tell you that House was ignoring you because he didn’t like you joking about kissing him?

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“It’s literally painfully obvious, Y/N,” Foreman groaned, “You’ve had this weird sexual tension going on forever and given that he’s usually bad at giving a damn about people, he gets weird about you. And he obviously has feelings for you, so it rubbed him up the wrong way.”

Chase chuckled, “They’re right. He’s only mad at you because you’re the only person he’s never mad at but you hurt the feelings he apparently has.”

You pondered what he was saying for a moment, trying to piece together whether there was any semblance of truth behind their explanation for House’s weird behaviour.

Truth be told, it was the exact kind of petty and ill-fitting behaviour you’d expect from House.

For such a brilliant man, he could be utterly childish at times, especially if he wasn’t getting his way.

Your relationship had always teetered on the edge of professionalism — he was always making flirtatious comments, he always took your suggestions on board more than the others, always sung your praises to your peers and superiors.

Whilst everyone else was certain it was proof of his feelings for you, you had just thought he appreciated that you never pried into his life unless he offered to divulge information himself, and you were excellent at your job.

Of course, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed your ambiguous relationship, given the crush you had harboured since very early on in your acquaintance. That’s why you always flirted back, always made sure your input was carefully though out, and why you were always singing his praises too.

But it was Greg House — a man who so famously behaved as though he didn’t care about anyone. So of course you didn’t think that things would ever progress past your unprofessional professional relationship.

“Where is he?”

“In his office,” Cameron smiled, “He told me to make sure nobody bothered him, and I think he meant you because he’s still throwing his toys out of the pram.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “God, he’s ridiculous. I’m going to go and talk to him. Or try, anyway. Wish me luck.”

“Is this House we’re talking about?” Dr. James Wilson made an appearance at your side now, his brow quirked in curiosity as he butted into the conversation.

You nodded, “He’s being a baby instead of actually talking to me about why he’s mad.”

You hoped he’d have some kind of more concrete explanation, given that he was the only person House was even remotely honest around.

“He’s hardly an expert at talking about his feelings, is he? Or having them, actually,” Wilson chuckled, “But he’s been grumbling all day. Please do go and speak to him. For my sanity’s sake, if not your relationship’s.”

“Slow down, Wilson,” you scoffed, but though you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, you couldn’t deny the fluttering in your stomach at any sort of reference to you and House’s potential relationship, “I’m going!”

You entered the room without even knocking, folding your arms over your chest with a stern expression on your features as you strode towards his desk and stood firmly in front of him.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy being petty and ignoring me?”

He looked up now, narrowing his eyes as he realised you were not going to meekly scuttle away like you had done every other time he’d dismissed you today.

“What makes you think that?” sarcasm dripped from his words, “I just so enjoy spending time getting to know my patients and doing paperwork!”

You huffed out a sigh, frustrated by him already trying to dodge the subject, “Greg.”

“Y/N.”

“Greg!”

“Y/N!” he matched your tone just to challenge you, and you scoffed, “Are you really going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“So deliberately evasive?”

His lips drew together in a thin line as he eyed you carefully, “How’s your little boy from this morning?”

“You are so fucking frustrating, Greg,” you scowled, “Can we have an adult conversation here?”

He appeared to ponder over another joke to make, but apparently for the first time in his life thought better, as he remained silent and waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been so stressed out about that kid, and you helped me to help him massively — he’s likely to be discharged by tomorrow. I was so happy, so relieved, and I said I could kiss you,” you began, avoiding his gaze at first until your final sentence, “And it was a silly offhanded comment about how grateful I was, but at the same time I honestly could’ve kissed you because I quite honestly want to a lot of the time.”

Oh my God — you’d stunned the Greg House into silence?

Your breathing was jagged, “I don’t know if you’re just being an ass because you don’t like being on the other end of jokes, or if the team actually aren’t just blind hopeless romantics and you actually care about me. But I just wish you’d talk to me instead of doing all this and making me feel like you don’t care at all.”

He pulled himself up onto his feet, grabbing his cane to lean on as he inched closer to you.

“It’s a bit of both,” his voice was low, and you were sure that if you didn’t know him better you might believe him to be shy about telling you the truth, “I’m not good at caring, and I don’t usually like caring, but I guess I do. Sue me!”

You took another step forward, so that you were so close you were breathing right in each other’s faces.

You were trying to be brave and command the conversation, but your stomach was doing backflips as it dawned on you that what he meant was that he really did feel the same about you.

“Why would you go silent on me then instead of talking to me about it?” you bit your lip as you spoke, and caught notice of how his eyes trailed to your lips as you did so.

He swallowed thickly, “Didn’t feel right to. Hardly professional, is it?”

“Oh, because you’re the picture of professionalism usually aren’t you?” you laughed dryly.

“Point taken,” he shrugged, “Maybe I was little scared. And we’ve got a good thing going, it’s a risk pushing things any further.”

You weren’t happy with that, not when this was Greg House — king of taking risks and breaking rules — and you were certain that it was a risk worth taking anyway.

“When has risk ever stopped you?” you asked, whispering now as your eyes darted between his and his lips whilst he mirrored your behaviour.

“Point also taken,” he mumbled, before finally taking the plunge and bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss that you leaned into immediately.

He quickly leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you to stand between his parted legs.

You pulled back, suddenly aware that anyone could come in at this moment and see you — and whilst the biggest risk here really was endless teasing from the team or a scolding from Cuddy, you did still have some things to discuss too.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, overcome with giddiness at what had just happened, but you wanted to make your feelings clear; Even if it was to a man who would probably make a jokey remark and underplay his own feelings.

“I don’t know your relationship history, and I don’t care to,” you shrugged, moving your hands to your hips but hardly moving away from him, “Well, I’m not rushing to. I can assume it’s not great, but I just want to take every day as it comes and see where things go because mine isn’t great either. I’m not gonna hurt you, Greg.”

The sincerity in his eyes as he gazed up at you made your heart melt, and you could tell that somehow, some way, you had gotten through to him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t be certain that you’ll keep, Y/N,” he mumbled, before shaking off his own words and standing back up to stare into your eyes intently, “But fine. Because it’s you, I’m willing to try. Provided there’s more of this,” he kissed you again before continuing, “And less of them ogling and concocting their little romantic stories about the lovely doctor Y/N and her damaged old fool.”

You turned around to see the entire team peering through the window, all smiles and whispered chatter at the sight before them.

You raised your middle finger to them, turning back to look at House and stepping back a little from him.

“Unfortunately, those nosey fuckers are not going anywhere,” you rolled your eyes, “If you’re willing to try then we’re going for dinner. Tonight. And we’re going to have a good time, and not talk about this place or about anything you don’t want to.”

He nodded, “I’ll pretend I’m not furious you’ve robbed me of making the grand romantic gesture of being the one to ask,” he cocked his head as he joked, truthfully very much pleased you were the one to ask and confirm that your interest in him was genuine, “But sounds good to me. I’ll wear my nicest tux, eh.”

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” you hummed, “Now I’ve got a living patient to go and visit thanks to you. Enjoy your afternoon with that lot,” you gestured to your friends, who were all still stood there watching you, “Good luck. Oh, and pick somewhere to book for us to eat. That can be your grand romantic gesture, hm.”

“Gee, thanks,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you grinned, swanning out of his office with the biggest smile possible painting your features.

You nudged past your friends as they watched you walk down the corridor, happier than they had probably ever seen you in the time that you’d known them.

They immediately filed into House’s office when you were out of sight, and his head fell back in irritation for a moment despite the smile still gracing his lips.

“Things went well, then?”

“Go away,” he replied, “I’m in a good mood for once, and you idiots aren’t going to ruin that, alright?”

“Woah, okay,” Foreman laughed, “Who are you and what has Y/N done with Greg House?”

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