After Hours [ReaderxJamesWilson]

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/53359540.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: House M.D.
Relationship: James Wilson (House M.D.)/Reader
Character: James Wilson (House M.D.)
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without
Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Overstimulation, Multiple
Orgasms, Top James Wilson (House M.D.)
Language: English
Series: Part 20 of You x HouseMD Character
Stats: Published: 2024-01-28 Words: 2,983 Chapters: 1/1
 After Hours [ReaderxJamesWilson]
by CatchYouInTheRye

Summary

After a rough day, James needs an outlet to proof himself.

Notes

I can’t even pretend at this point that there is a plot.

“Sweetheart?” James calls, locking the door behind him.

“Living room!” You reply, smiling as you put your phone down.

You hear him drop his bag and shed his coat before he peeks around the corner to see you
huddled up on the couch. He smiles right back at you while he takes his shoes off and then
finally comes over.

You can see that he’s exhausted and move to make room for him, opening your arms. He
pushes the sleeves of his shirt up and runs his fingers through his hair before he gets on the
couch as well.

“Hey there.” You pull him in.

James presses a soft kiss to your lips and then collapses with a groan. You rub his shoulder
while he rolls to his side and rests his head in your lap.

You like when he lays down like this. You get to let your hands wander, caress him, play with
his hair, while looking at his pretty face and listening to his sighs. His eyes flutter shut
immediately.

After a few minutes, he turns his head to press kisses to your leg and ask quietly: “How was
your day?”

“A lot less stressful than yours it seems.” You laugh softly.

“Don’t do that.” He fully turns to look up at you, head still resting in your lap.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t do what?” You ask while stroking his cheek.

“Downplay your own worries because I’m being dramatic.”

You chuckle and lean down to kiss him. He reaches up to run his fingers through your hair
and stroke your cheekbone with his thumb.

“So?” He asks when you break the kiss.

“It was alright, really. The most stressful thing was that I missed the early bus home.”

“Poor thing.” James taps your nose with his index finger.

You grin and are quick to dip your head down to bite his hand.

He inhales sharply and then laughs: “My girlfriend has gone feral again.”

You bite down a little harder and then let go to kiss him again. James sighs and moves so that
he can sit up and kiss you back properly.
“Have you eaten yet?” You murmur. “I wanted to-“

“No, and I’m starving.” He interrupts, crawling onto you, pressing you into the couch.

You snort: “Poort thing.”

James smiles and begins to kiss you more urgently. Highly enjoying his weight on you, you
shift so that he can fully straddle you, pinning you to the couch.

He has his hands all over you, pressing himself against your body as close as possible. Your
kisses become sloppy, and James begins to bite your bottom lip, pulling on it with his teeth. It
makes you claw into his ass and moan loudly. The more you react to him, the more intense
James gets; forgotten is his exhausted and frustrated demeanor.

You jolt and your hips buck up when he gropes your crotch, rubbing your clit through the
fabric.

It causes your head to fall back, and James immediately attacks your throat and nape of your
neck with his lips, tongue, and mostly teeth.

“What do you think?” He pants, drawing invisible lines from your jaw to your cleavage.

“I can’t really think much right now.”

James chuckles and opens your shirt to have access to your bra, skimming his fingers over
the soft flesh.

“I mean, how many orgasms can I get out of you tonight? What do you think?”

Your eyes fly open, and you find his warm, dark eyes fixed on your face. His lips are already
red and swollen. His are cheeks lightly flushed. Mostly, he looks equally desperate and
demanding. What a dizzying concoction to throw at you.

“I-“ You clear your throat.

James smirks and traces your bottom lip with his thumb. You open your mouth further and
gently bite down on it before you suck it further in. James grinds down on you, letting out a
grunt.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know.” You whisper.

“Should we find out?”

Slowly, you nod.

“Say stop if it gets too much, hm?” He kisses your temple.

You finally find your ability to tease again: “Someone is confident.”

James leans back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“May I remind you of the time you basically disintegrated into a puddle of wetness and
tears.”

You shiver, gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Oh, I see.” He smiles, brown eyes lighting up. “You want me to be cocky, hm? Go hard on
you? Proof that no one satisfies you like I can?”

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“It’s your lucky day then.” James replies and takes your hand, getting off the couch and
dragging you behind him towards the bedroom.

He pushes you onto the bed and loosens his tie, which always does something unexplainable
to you.

“Go on.” He says. “Strip.”

You swallow thickly and fully open your shirt to throw it aside, then your pants and socks.

James only takes his belt off and pulls his dress shirt out of his pants; otherwise, he stays
clothed.

“All the way.” He gestures up and down your body.

You scoot further onto the bed and get rid of your underwear as well. The cool air hits your
sex and you close your legs while goosebumps spread over your body.

Raking his eyes over you, James crawls into the sheets and moves the both of you until
you’re resting your head on the pillow and are partially covered by the blanket.

When he leans in to kiss you, you try to bury your hands in his soft hair, but he swiftly grabs
your wrists and pins then above your head.

You whine and pout at him. James grins and tells you: “Cum three times, then you get to
touch me.”
“Asshole.” You mumble.

“Oh, what’s that? Now it’s five.”

You narrow your eyes at him but manage to bite back another curse. You would be lying to
deny that this side of James doesn’t turn you the fuck on as well. This is the first time,
furthermore, he’s this open about it. Even more exciting, you think.

A lot softer than his voice, he kisses you. You sigh into his mouth and arch your back to at
least touch his chest with yours. James allows it and slowly works his way down your body.
When he arrives between your legs, he glances up at you to check if you still have your hands
above your head.

He sees that you do and spreads your thighs further to bury his face between them. You gasp
at the heat of his tongue on your pussy. James hums and holds on to your hips while he
begins to eat you out.

Tilting your hips up and bending your knees, you give him the best access possible, head
lolling to the side.

Your day was, as you said, not as stressful as James’ apparently was; but by god, does every
ounce of remaining tension leave your body as soon as James finds the rhythm you react the
strongest to.

You always liked sex, you always enjoyed it. Doesn’t matter with whom as long as they make
you cum.

But sex with James is in an entirely different realm. Whenever you want, he completely
disassembles you, breaks down every worry and hesitation, making you completely
vulnerable for him, and then puts you back together.

And sometimes he even lets you do the same with him.

Right now, he seems determined to break you, ruin you, really; to make sure you never forget
who feels the best between your legs, inside of you, on you, under you, occasionally behind
you, and just as importantly whose arms hold you tightly when you finally collapse, endlessly
satisfied – with the silent promise to do it again.

“James!” You gasp as your first orgasm hits you.

He caresses your waist and hips, down to your outer thighs, but keeps attacking your clit.

Groans escape your throat and your thighs clamp around his head before you force yourself
to relax them again. You already start to feel hot and take deep breaths, holding your own
hand to not reach down.

James begins to roughly suck on your pulsating clit and drags another orgasm out of you,
almost embarrassingly quickly. You loudly curse and tense and try your best to not scoot
away from his mouth. He gives you a moment to breathe by licking you up and down,
pressing a few kisses to your legs.

Then he goes back at it with vigor, and you let out your first sob.

James hears it and reassuringly runs his thumbs over the highest part of your thighs,
following the lines that lead to your lap.

The first time he did this to you, he leaned up eventually and asked: “Do you always cum this
quickly?”

You were shaking and close to tears. Laughing, you rubbed your face and shook your head.

He looked at you for a long moment, lips forming into a smirk you never had seen on Dr.
Wilson’s face before.

You’re pretty sure that’s the expression he has right now as well, hidden in your cunt, as he
goes rougher on you to pry your third, maybe fourth, orgasm out of you.

“James…” You breathe out, holding on to the pillow for your dear life. “Please…” You add
when he does not react immediately.

“Yes?” He finds your eyes, wiping his chin clean.

“I, I can’t.”

“You can’t? Can’t what?”

“Cum again without…”

“Touching me?”

“Yes.” Your voice is quiet.

He reaches up and strokes your cheek, pushing hair out of your face.

“One more, hm? One more and you get to touch me.”

You blink rapidly and nod. “Okay.”

James gives you a disarming smile and dips his head back down. Now, however, he slithers
one hand between your legs as well.

“Fuck!” You shout when he pushes two fingers into you.

“God, you already clench so hard around my fingers. Imagine how you’ll feel around my
dick.”

You moan loudly. His words are just as arousing to you.

He moves his fingers in and out of you, more stretching your entrance than anything else, and
circles your clit with his tongue. You roll your hips down, eager to cum again, even though
the overstimulation is close to painful by now.

This time, when your legs clamp around James’ head, you’re not able to relax them, but that
does not stop him from keeping up the stimulation. The hand that isn’t working your cunt
wanders to your ass, and he claws into it; harder the higher you lift your hips off the mattress.

The next curse gets stuck in your throat and turns into a gravelly groan as hot relief shoots
through your veins, making your eyes roll back and legs shake.

Your head feels heavy, and you have to force yourself to breathe even though your chest is all
tight. You cannot really hear anything, only your blood rushing in your ears. You feel,
though, James coming up to kiss you and wipe the tears that apparently spilled out of your
eyes away.

“Can I-“ You try to ask, eyes still closed.

“Yes, come here.” James murmurs and takes your hands.

You let out an elated sigh and clasp his face to pull him in for another kiss and then let your
hands wander through his soft hair, down his neck, and scratch his shoulders.

“You’re still wearing your shirt.” You mumble, otherwise limp in his arms.

“I know that you like it when I look as if we just hastily fucked on my desk at work.”

You laugh, finally looking at him: “How did you figure that one out? I barely knew that.”

James strokes your neck and moves to lie more on top instead of next to you.

“Remember when I came over and still had my lab coat on, under my jacket, because I forgot
to take it off?”
“Vividly.”

“You wanted me to only open my pants and fuck you on the dresser in the hallway.”

“Hmh, I remember…that was great.” You kiss him. “Smart man.”

“I try.”

You reach down to unbutton his dress pants and open the zipper.

When you reach into his briefs and put your hand around his cock, James’ hips twitch and he
lets his forehead rest against your shoulder with a groan.

It’s hot and hard and just delightful to stroke.

James is quick to push his pants down far enough to take his cock out, giving it a few lazy
strokes himself, before he guides it to run the tip through your drenching labia. You’re
immediately sensitive to it and your mouth falls open. James has his gaze fixed on your face,
darting between your lips and your eyes. He watches how you react to every millimeter he
pushes into you.

You part your legs further for him, enjoying the feeling of his silky pants against your naked
thighs, of his cotton shirt under your hands, his tie dangling down and resting between your
boobs. You tug on it to make him lean in and kiss you. But he does not, he wants to see your
face when he bottoms out. To look down to see how your naked body writhes under his
clothed one.

Only when he’s buried fully inside of you, he kisses you hotly, lips wet and tongue eager to
be inside your mouth. You moan into him, moving your hips down to meet his thrusts. They
are long and hard and shake your body. You are, also, tight as fuck from your former orgasms
and every thrust has to work you open again to make James’ dick actually fit.

“Does that feel good, hm? Me finally inside of you?”

“Yes, yes…” Your voice trails off.

“How good?”

You want to reply, but a perfectly angled thrust combined with James’ lustful voice push you
over the edge very suddenly, and you loudly moan instead.

James fucks you through it, even speeding up a little.

“Oh my god, James.”

“That’s six, right?”

“Yeah...” You make eye contact again. Your faces are flushed, and your bodies overheated,
but neither of you wants to stop.

“Do you want me to cum for you as well?” He asks with a raspy voice.

“Yes! Please.”

“Then tell me how good it feels.” He accentuates his words with hard thrusts.

“Better than-“ You have to take a deep breath, your legs tensing, your back arching, your
hands clawing into his back. “You feel better than anyone else ever could.”

James grunts at your reply and spreads kisses over your neck and down to your boobs,
licking over your nipples.

“Let’s make it seven then, hm?”

You sob in reply, overstimulated and raw and yet willing to try again.

James moves again, reaching to the side to open the drawer of the nightstand and pull out one
of the small vibrators. The one that’s just for your clit.

“James, oh god, I don’t know.” You ramble when you hear it buzz.

“No?” He asks, slowing down his thrusts.

You gnaw on your bottom lip but then nod: “I want to cum again.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiles and kisses you while slithering his hand down your body and
press the vibrator to your clit. It sends shocks through your whole body, and you moan, more
tears spilling from your eyes.

James, however, chose the metal one; so it is cool at the same time and makes it less painful
and more pleasurable.

It also takes maybe ten seconds until it makes you cum and clench so hard around James that
he loses any rhythm and collapses onto your chest. Your entire body is on fire, and you can
feel every single twitch and movement of James’ dick inside of you.

He has his arms around you, face buried in the crook of your neck, vibrator thrown aside, and
his hips move a few more times before he fully stills.

You hiss when he pulls out of you, and he apologizes breathlessly while rolling over to reach
the bottle of water next to the bed.
You’re barely able to move, but somehow manage to sit up, pulling the blanket around you as
you immediately felt cold as soon as James is no longer on top (inside of) you.

“Here, here.” He holds the bottle to your lips, and you thankfully gulp down the water.

James runs his fingers through your messy hair, pushing it behind your ears and quickly takes
a sip himself.

Then he comes closer again, you’re both still out of breath, to put his arms around you.

“Are you okay? Was that too much? I’m sorry if I got carried away…I-“

“James.” You whisper and press a kiss behind his ear. “Did I say stop?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t push too far.”

He lets out a hum and rests his temple against yours.

“Could you take your clothes off now, though?”

He laughs and scoots away to be able to do so.

“That shirt will forever smell of sex.” He comments when he throws it aside.

“Oh no!”

“Yes, oh no, because I borrowed it from House.”

You burst out laughing. “Why?”

“I spilled coffee on mine this morning, and he had one in his locker.”

“Is that why you were so stressed out? Coffee on your shirt?”

He pinches your thigh. “It was an awful day in the ER, thank you very much.”

You hum and stroke the back of his neck, kissing over his now exposed chest, gently biting
into his pectoral.

James smiles when he grabs your chin and pulls your head up to be able to kiss your lips.

“My day is much better now, though.” He adds quietly.

“Mine too.” You whisper back between more kisses.

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