"I'm gong to put 'being a WAG' on my CV"
Authors note: Here's a little Max Verstappen x TechCEO!Reader. Bet you didn't see that comng. Anyway, got the idea for this a few days ago, and I guess my love of Italian food made me finish this
Summary: Max's new relatioship causes a social media stir, but the new couple couldn't care less whilst in Italy.
Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader, famous reader
Word count: 2k
You understood it, to a degree. Max had just broken off a three-year-long relationship right before summer break, and now suddenly he was spending the summer with you. Now you’re at the paddock... No wonder people thought there was some crossover.
The truth? You two met last New Year's at a party for some sporting event. You, being one of the sponsors for your country's national sports committee, were invited, and Max... well, Max was Max Verstappen. You hit it off, exchanged numbers, showed him around your company a few times, and took him to all of your favorite restaurants in NYC. But you knew he had a girlfriend; everyone knew. And he was taking care of her kid too.
That breakup was hard on him. He had stopped loving her, but he couldn't just kick a woman and her kid out of his house. Max waited for them to have a huge fight, and then they just... broke up. And to your surprise, he was in New York the next day, saying that he needed someone to talk to. Bullshit. You knew he liked you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way here 'just to talk.'
But here you were, in Italy, spending time with him before Monza. You were currently typing away on your phone, trying to make peace in the finance department. Max glanced up from his phone every so often, stealing peeks at you while grinning.
He had never quite been so into someone like you. You were smart, funny, talented, pretty, and on top of all that - you were also rich. But you were also the most challenging girl to flirt with Max had ever met.
"You look like you could use a break," he said, after watching you tap away at your work laptop for a few minutes.
"Probably. What's the point of having interns if they don't do anything?"
"Then you should consider hiring me; I'm pretty good at helping out," Max teased, looking up from his phone and sending you a cheeky smile. He loved a woman who was in power, who knew what she was doing, and he could tell you were used to being the boss. "Come on, take a break. You know you deserve it," Max encouraged, resting his hand on top of yours to stop you from working some more.
"I guess I could eat…" You say, closing your laptop. "I saw on Google Maps that there’s a nice pizza place down the road. We can go if you’re hungry.”
Max smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m starving; let’s go,” he said, reaching for the car keys.
“No, it’s okay, let’s walk,” you stop him. He turned towards you, slightly confused. Usually, women would give anything to drive around with Max Verstappen. Maybe that’s just what makes you special.
The two of you walked out of the hotel, your bodyguard Lenny standing outside the door. The tall, muscular man just nodded as the two of you entered the elevator. Max found it funny that you preferred Lenny guard your stuff more than you. Especially the laptop. He sometimes wondered what you kept in there...
“Is Pierre gonna be at the race?” you asked as you exited the building, breaking the silence.
Max’s head snapped towards you, and he raised his brow. “Uh, yes, of course he is… Why?”
“Because I want to see Kika.”
“Oh, so she’s your secret F1 crush, eh?” Max said, relaxing.
You laughed. “Pierre is a solid seven with a better haircut. Kika is a twelve on a bad day.”
As you got to the bigger streets, you started to understand why Max drove everywhere. Unlike you, who were a chiller and niche celebrity, despite being incredibly rich, Max was a real superstar. Your short walk to the pizza shop became a fan meet and greet, with people coming up to you every three seconds and asking for photos.
“Is this your girlfriend?” one of the people asking for a picture asked. As you finished taking the photo, you noticed Max’s slightly flustered face as he heard the question. He stumbled, but you answered with a simple “Yeah.”
As you arrived at the restaurant, you noticed that Max was staring at you. He seemed… surprised. You laughed at his facial expression. The sound of your laugh calmed him instantly, his heartbeat beginning to return to normal. Max cursed himself in his head; he was better than this. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Is it something I said?"
Max ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. "No, no... Not really," he reassured you, trying to sound casual. "I was just... thinking."
"Okay, well I'm thinking about the food. I think a Vesuvius sounds great right now."
Max chuckled and quickly glanced down at the menu to hide his embarrassment. "Vesuvius? What the hell is a Vesuvius?" he asked, though his eyes scanned down the menu, searching for it.
"It's a type of pizza," you teased. "It's been like three minutes; have you not even skimmed the menu?"
Max fidgeted under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again. "What?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You tell me. Why are you staring?" Max shook his head, glancing up at you questioningly. He had no idea what you were thinking about. "No... What are you thinking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"There are pots from 4000 years ago found in ancient Egypt that are made out of an incredibly difficult to manage material and are cut to such perfection that they balance on their round bottom."
Max's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was expecting something totally different. Something that had at least a little bit to do with him. He chuckled, still somewhat surprised as he studied your face. "Where did that come from?" he asked incredulously.
"The Egyptians. They were like, cooking pots and stuff. Royal cooking pots probably, but still," you teased.
Max chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're thinking about cooking pots, and here I am, just trying to figure out what I did to make you say that we're together so casually."
"What do you mean? Are we not together?"
"Well, of course we're together," Max said, his voice taking on a more serious tone now. He glanced around the restaurant briefly, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "I just... I didn't expect you to say it so casually," he said, his eyes meeting yours again.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know we were keeping it a secret. I mean, I was at the paddock and all last time, and I took days off work to come to this race—"
Max shook his head, realizing you completely misunderstood what he was saying. "No, no, it's not that... I just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. He took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "It's just... you're so casual about it... and I'm... a bit too flustered for my own good," he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.
You softened up a bit. "Oh, okay, I get it. It was just a bit too shocking for you... Yeah, sorry."
Max felt his heartbeat a little faster when you softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it was a bit... unexpected for me," he chuckled, feeling somewhat silly for being so flustered. "But it's fine, honestly."
"Do you think my stomach is gonna have space for gelato later? There's a really good gelateria; I can see it from the window... They make the ones with the macarons..."
Max chuckled, loving how you were so excited about the gelato. "Well, based on the amount of pizza you usually eat," he teased, a smirk on his face. "I'd say you're probably fine."
"No, they put the macarons on the gelato."
"On the gelato?" Max repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, leaning forward to get a better look out the window at the gelateria you were talking about. "Well, in that case," he said with a grin, "we're definitely going there for dessert."
After eating so much that your belts barely held, you came back to the hotel, Lenny greeting you at the door as usual. Max's stomach was stuffed to the brim, but he was in such a good mood from the good food and even better company, he didn't even care. He walked back into the hotel together with you, his hand still holding yours. Lenny greeted the two of you as usual, but Max couldn't help but notice the way Lenny looked at you, like he was analyzing you.
"All good, Len. You go to your room for the night," you said to Lenny. He nodded, smiled at the both of you, and then went off. Max watched as Lenny walked off, then turned to you, a small frown on his face.
"He was looking at you funny," he said, a protective edge to his voice.
"He thinks it's funny. That I'm dating a Formula 1 driver."
"What's so funny about that?" he protested, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "He just... I don't know, he's a big fan of yours I don't think he's processed it yet". Max's frown relaxed as you explained it, his ego immediately soothed a bit. Of course he was a big fan of his, who wasn't?
"Oh, so he's a big fan?" he teased, a hint of pride and cockiness in his voice.
You take your shoes off and lay on the bed, your stomach bloated from all the good food "Yeah. Talk to him a bit, I think it'll make him happy" You let out groan as you move "I hate you Italy. You has so much good food... I love it though"
Max chuckled, watching as you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed, your stomach protesting the amount of food you just had. "You're such a drama queen sometimes," he teased, grinning as he took off his shoes as well and joined you on the bed. He lays down beside you, running a hand over your bloated stomach. "You'll be fine," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, you know what I saw on TikTok?"
Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand now resting on your stomach. He didn't typically pay too much attention to TikTok, but he was more than happy to listen to you.
"What did you see?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.
"Well first of all, I'm a WAG now. Thank you for that, I will be putting that on my CV. But second, they liked that I was wearing Red Bull merch. I thought they wouldn't like it, but they did"
Max chuckled as you spoke, amused by how casually you mentioned being a WAG, and how seriously you were taking the fact that you were wearing Red Bull merchandise. "Well, of course they liked it," he said with a smirk. "You were wearing the merch of the best team out there."
He gave you a smug look, his hand moving up and tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. "Not to mention the merch of the best driver out there."
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Pairing: university professor!Gregory House x AFAB!reader
Summary: you are in your fourth year of university, ready to leave in less than a few months and get your medical degree finally - But what happens when you've fallen in love with your biology professor?
TW: smut, fluff, age gap (reader is in her 20s, house is in his late 40s), soft!house (maybe even ooc!house), pet names like "pretty girl", literal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , softdom!house, subby!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, nipple play if you squint.
Word count: 4.5k words.
a/n: Omg this is my first fanfic ever and I'm so freaking nervous 😭. Anyways, hope you like it, and please forgive me if there are some mistakes, English isn't my first language. Feel free to leave suggestions and recommendations to improve my writing <3
"You like him! I KNEW IT!!" F/N yelled.
You have been in love with your biology professor since the first year you entered in that university. You couldn't keep your mind off him. And that professor was Dr House, an arrogant, cocky, and selfish man.
Although you knew he didn't like you the same way- at least that's what you thought.- You simply couldn't ignore him, you were truly infatuated by him since you met him.
In his class, you always did everything you could to get the best grades, always doing his works on time and even some extra works too, even if you already had a high grade.
You wanted your professor to be proud of you, to hear him tell you how good you had done - even if it wasn't genuine.
But deep down you knew that moment wasn't gonna come, knowing you weren't enough for him.
"F/N, can you please close the door?" You muttered, looking down ashamed.
Your friend giggled and nodded, getting up to close the door and jumping back to your bed.
"Sooo... Dr House it is?" F/N teased, smirking.
You looked away, blushing slightly and sighing, then nodding defeated. "How did you find out? I thought nobody would notice." You asked confused.
F/N friend looked at you with a poker face. "Me? How did I find out? I'd be worried if I didn't! The looks you give him are enough to tell you're enamoured by him!" F/N tells you.
"Is it that obvious?" You sighed, hiding your face in your hands, clearly ashamed of yourself.
Now you were afraid that if F/N found out without telling her, your professor may know it already.
Your friend softened his expression, grabbing your hands and parting them away before hugging you.
You hugged her back.
"Don't worry Y/N... I don't think he knows, he prolly thinks that you're just being nice to him." F/N said, comforting you.
You nodded and hugged her tightly, thinking about him.
You thought about your interactions in the past years. Have you been subtly about your crush or not? Maybe he knows, or maybe he doesn't.
You've been the only one to make his little extra works, only for the little smile he gave you when you gave him the work. You tried your best really. But despite the fact that you got the highest grade always, you didn't think it was enough for him.
Maybe he could have noticed the looks you give him when he's sitting on that damned chair behind that damned desk, completely distracted by his form, his voice, by him. Thinking about how you wished to be trapped between him and that desk, about having the courage to tell him how you feel.
But you couldn't do that.
You were a shy person, always quiet and well behaved. That's why you think your professor hasn't told you many rude things like he did to the others, and how he looked at you when he gave you your exam, a sincere smile crawling into his face.
But you thought that the way he was towards you was out of pure kind. You knew that deep down he was a kind person. You had always thought that, even when he yelled at you or insulted you when you didn't get the correct answer, looking at you after with a regretful look you didn't notice because of your head looking down with shame.
So you didn't got your hopes up. Telling yourself that he was like that with everyone, that he was your professor with many more years than you.
Telling yourself that he didn't view you as more as a student, that you weren't going to have nothing with him because you were a child for him.
Your friend said goodbye to you, leaving you alone with your thoughts in your apartment.
Tomorrow started the last semester of the year, meaning that your little week of holidays was over.
But you weren't nervous about that, you were nervous about seeing him.
You woke up groggily, looking at your alarm, which told you that it was already late.
You quickly got up and went to have a shower, then going to your room and dressing nicely, subtly wanting to impress your professor. Then you went to drink a quick coffee and a toast, running to the bathroom when you finished eating. You brushed your teeth, brushed your hair and after that, you put on your shoes and got your backpack, picking up your keys before putting on some cologne and leaving.
Now you were in your biology class, the bell just rang and you were glad Dr House wasn't there yet. Your friend was at your left, teasing you about your outfit choice, whispering about your little crush.
She had told you that she was suspicious about it for a very long time, meaning that she knew much before she told you.
You couldn't believe it, sighing when you looked at her and telling yourself that it was going to be okay, but deep inside very nervous.
That feeling didn't go when he came into the class, limping like always.
Nobody said anything, afraid he was going to answer with some mean thing.
For some reason you couldn't look him in the eyes, fidgeting with your hands when he sat down and started talking about something you couldn't make up because you were too entranced in your thoughts.
You didn't notice the class ended when the bell rang. It was the last class you had that day, and people were starting to leave.
You started to pack your things up when you heard the voice of your professor.
"Y/N, come here." House demanded, a stern tone lacing his voice.
You nodded, still looking down and not knowing what to do, cursing yourself internally when you got closer to him.
"Yes, Dr House?" You said with a shy tone, it was the first time you looked at him in the whole day.
A warm feeling taking over your body when you noticed the distance between the two of you.
"Have you done drugs?" House asked.
"What? No?" You were shocked and confused.
"You weren't yourself today." He stated. "I wanted to know why, you can't lower those grades..." He said, a hint of disappointed in his voice.
You looked down, sad he only cared about your grades.
"N-nothing, just didn't sleep very well... That's all." You mumbled, looking up at him again, one of your hands going to scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably.
He nodded, looking at you sternly. "Get some rest then." He said coldly, grabbing his cane and leaving you alone in the classroom.
You picked up your things and left, not knowing what to think, a pang of sadness in your chest.
The next day arrived, so did the next, and finally, the day before the final exam arrived.
You've been working pretty hard, pushing yourself to the edge to give the best of you.
Dr House didn't say anything else to you after that day, not even a mean comment - but you didn't think of it.
The weeks before were plagued by works, and exams of other subjects, so you didn't sleep very well, but still you managed to try and not make your favorite professor disappointed.
That biology exam was the last one you had before your graduation, and it was the one you cared about the most. You started to study for it when there was no exam date, wanting to get the best grade and prove your value to him, and for him to finally praise you.
Now you were studying in your apartment, one day before the exam. You had studied everything, even the things that you weren't supposed to study.
Closing the book and your notes, you went to sleep, wishing for the best.
The next day you woke up and you got prepared like always, this time with a nervous feeling.
The hour of the exam came, and surprisingly, you finished the first one. Giving your exam to your professor with a little smile on your face, feeling proud of yourself for filling all of the answers.
But he didn't look at you, like he didn't care.
You left the class without saying a word, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.
Then, the last day of university arrived.
F/N and you had already bought your dresses for the graduation party that night. She bought a pretty yellow dress, while you bought a red one.
You woke up that day, still having school hours in the morning, you dressed up nicier than normal with a skirt and a blouse that accentuated your figure, and went to class.
Every professor was wishing you and your class a good graduation and saying goodbye to all of you, telling how good you would do in life and blah blah blah...
While everyone was tearing up and excited for leaving university, you were excited for seeing Dr House.
You had biology class that day, the last class of the day.
And it arrived, finally.
"Good morning guys." House said coming into the class, a stern tone in his voice like always.
The class was silent like always.
"Well..." He started. "Today we don't have nothing to talk about." He said looking up at all of you.
You were pretty nervous, you didn't receive your biology test still, and you were dying to know your grade.
He looked at everyone in the class, his eyes lingering on your figure more than they should.
But you didn't notice that, too busy thinking about your grade and fidgeting with your hands.
"All I can say, it's that..." He trailed. It sounded genuine, like he didn't want to say something mean.
"You've all done a good job." He said, grabbing his cane and looking down, like he was ashamed of saying something nice.
House lifted his cane and pushed it down again, making a thud noise.
"You can come and check your grade, then you can leave." He said, getting next to the pile of exams he had brought in.
Your friend looked at you smiling before going to check her grade.
Everyone has left the class already, leaving you and your professor alone.
You were the last.
"Y/N." He called, looking up at your frame.
Nervously you got up and approached him. Not daring to say anything, you looked down, fidgeting with the ends of the skirt you were wearing.
You could notice his stare, making you more and more nervous.
Finally, you looked at him, waiting for him to give you your exam.
"Here you go." He said, his voice still serious.
You got a 100%, a perfect grade.
But you didn't care about the grade really, you only wanted to see his face, to see if he was proud of you.
You looked up at him, waiting for him to say something.
"Well done, princess." House said, a smirk crawling onto his face when he saw how he caught you off guard, turning you into a blushing mess.
You looked at him confused, your face still all red at the sudden praise.
"P-princess?" You stuttered, looking up at his piercing blue eyes.
"I thought that's what you wanted, for me to praise you." He said smirking.
You were shocked. You looked down, blushing even more, not wanting to assume anything in front of him.
He grabbed the exam from your hands and put it on the desk. "You're the only one who strives herself like that in my subject." He says, his voice dropping lower. "Always wanting to be the best in class, turning your works in time..." He inched closer.
"Did you think that because you're quiet I wouldn't notice?" He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "You do extra works you don't need to do, knowing you have a high grade already." He chuckled.
Your lips started to tremble, afraid he was gonna get angry at you.
"Aw, poor girl... Don't worry... I like you too." House whispered in your ear, his breath on your neck.
You didn't think he would say that, the tears that were already starting to slip from your eyes stopping, your breath hitching.
"W-What?" You asked, your voice trembling.
"You heard me pretty girl." He said, getting away from your neck and looking at you in the eyes, a sincere look on his face. "Am I wrong about anything I said?"
You looked away, blushing. "N-no..."
His smirk got bigger inching closer to you.
"So all this time you really did all of this because you wanted me to praise you? To call you a good girl?" He asked, turning you around so now you were trapped against the desk and him.
You nodded pathetically, clenching your thighs together at the sight of his frame on top of yours.
He laughed, suddenly kissing your forehead in a soothing way.
You blushed even more, hiding your face in his chest in an attempt to hide your blushing face.
House chuckled again.
"Didn't know you were such a sucker for me under all that quiet girl mask..." He teased before suddenly grabbing your thighs and putting you on top of the desk.
You quickly looked away, not bearing how close he was to you.
He got closer to you, settling himself between your legs.
The pool of arousal between your legs was sure noticeable, your pussy clenching around nothing.
You dared to look at him, soft eyes looking at his blue ones.
"D-Dr House..." You stammered, not knowing how to start.
If this was leading somewhere you wanted to know if he really wanted you how you wanted him.
"Greg, call me Greg." He said softly, his hand going to put a strand of hair behind your ear.
You smiled softly at this.
"D-do you really like me?" You asked nervously.
He smiled, getting closer to you and finally kissing you softly, making you gasp in the kiss.
Pulling away he looked at you, it was the first time you saw him like that, so vulnerable.
"Haven't you noticed?" He mumbled. "I've been ogling you all these years..." He continues. "Trying so hard not to snap at you, to tell you how much I've wanted you." He sighed, looking away.
His brows were furrowed, a serious expression on his face telling you that he was serious.
"I'm in love with you Y/N." House admitted. "I know I-Im your professor and all that things but I'm in love with you, and I think you're old enough to choose if you want to be with me." He said "I'm not into younger women but... You have something, you're so desperate to get my approval." He chuckles softly. "And you didn't give up huh? Even in your last exam you tried your best... " He looked at you.
You were flustered by now, your thighs clenching around his waist.
"You've been nothing but kind to me." He trailed off. "I guess you really are into me mhm? Although I tried to push you away saying mean things to you, you never said anything..." He added.
His hands going to grab your waist this time.
You whimpered at his touch. Rough hands against soft skin.
"I-I wanted to be y-your favorite..." You slipped up, his hands caressing your sides.
He laughed at this, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Guess you got what you wanted mhm?" House teased, his lips getting closer to yours again, inches away.
You needed him, but you didn't know what to do. After all this time, you had him like you wanted, but you never thought your fantasies would happen.
"Cat got your tongue?" He whispered, his lips grazing against yours.
You shook your head softly, putting your hands on his chest.
House kissed you again, this time it was a heated kiss. Your hands gripping his shirt, and your hips grinding against his clothed bulge. His hands going to grab your ass, pushing you harder against him.
Moans spilling from your mouth at the friction, groans spilling from his.
Pulling away from the kiss he started to kiss your neck.
"So good for me..." He praised between kisses. "So pretty."
You whimpered at his praises, bucking your hips in an attempt to gain more friction. Getting out a groan from House he mumbled against your skin. "Pretty girl needs his professor's cock?" You whined at him. "Don't worry, you're gonna get it..." He trailed off, his right hand going down your body, nestling in your thighs.
"But first we gotta have you prepared mhm? Want it to fit..." House mumbled, his hand going between your thighs now, his fingers caressing your pussy over your wet panties.
You moaned when he rubbed your clothed clit.
"So wet and needy..." He chuckled, finally taking off your panties. "Is this all for me mhm?" He said, his finger gliding over your wet pussy lips, collecting your arousal.
"Y-yes professor!" You moaned out, your hips bucking up against his fingers, wanting to feel more of him.
He smirked. "You've been so good for me..." He started, his fingers going up and down, teasing your entrance. "My best student... My favorite one." He said, chuckling when you moaned at his words, bucking your hips again. "I think you deserve a reward..." He said deeply.
Finally he pushed one finger into your cunt, starting to move it slowly watching your every move.
"G-greg." You whined, he tilted his head, humming. "Yes?" House asked. "M-more please..." You pleaded.
Laughing at your request, he pushed another finger inside, curling them just to hit the right spot.
Moaning loudly at the sudden shock of pleasure, your hands went to grab the edges of the desk tightly.
"Is this what you wanted mhm?" Your professor mumbled, his voice dripping with lust. His fingers moving faster by the second.
You nodded desperately. "Y-yes! W-wanted y-you since I saw you..." You said between moans. Your face was flushed.
"Yeah?... Me too darling." Smirking, he fastened his fingers even more. Your orgasm getting closer. "Wanted you since you talked to me the first time." He whispered to you. "I've been wanting you all these years." He mumbled in your neck.
"Always being so well behaved... Even after I called you a slut for wearing those outfits." His words sending you over the edge, making you moan his name loudly. "G-greg!"
A few groans slipped from his lips, bucking his hips against the desk to try to gain some friction. "F-fuck, I love it when you moan my name like that." House groaned in your ear.
Coming down from your orgasm he got his fingers out, and got on his knees. "Need to taste you." He mumbled before lifting your skirt enough to grab your ass and pull you to the edge of the desk.
Your professor got his face closer to your cunt. Feeling his hot breath made you shiver.
House looked up before licking a stripe up your pussy, making wet sounds.
You whimpered at this, grabbing the desk tighter.
"I love the sounds you make..." He mumbled before licking another stripe, wanting to hear you moan for him again.
You throwed your head when he started to suck on your clit. "F-fuuuck p-professor~" You moaned, making him groan against your clit, sending vibrations and making you moan even more.
"You taste like heaven." He said, getting away from your clit.
You whimpered at his words.
His tongue went to your cunt, licking it up and down, to then start to suck on your clit again.
Your orgasm was building again, moaning when you finally came all over his mouth.
He moaned against your clit, and you noticed he had been bucking his hips against the desk again. "Good girl..." He groaned.
After House rode your orgasm out, he got away from your cunt, getting up.
You catched your breath after your second orgasm.
"P-Please wait a minute." You stuttered breathing heavily.
He chuckled. "Can't handle more?"
"Yes!" You replied almost instantly. "I-Its just that... I-im a virgin." You confessed, a wave of shame coming over you, making you look away.
House didn't say anything and grabbed your chin, making you look at him.
He smiled softly and kissed you.
"We don't have to do anything If you don't want to..." He whispered softly looking into your eyes.
"I want to." You said, looking at him. "I-I trust you."
He nodded. "Okay princess." He said, grabbing your legs and spreading them.
House stopped and looked at you. "Do you have a condom?"
You shook your head. "I'm on the pill."
He nodded, his hands going to unzip his pants.
"G-greg." You muttered, your hands going to grip at his shirt. "Want to touch you..." You mumbled.
He chuckled at you. "Can't get enough huh?" Once he unzipped his pants, he started to unbutton his shirt, his upper body now visible.
"Take off your shirt." He said. "It's only fair if I get to see those perfect tits of yours too." He whispered smirking.
With a faint blush on your face, you took off your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the classroom. Then you took off your bra, looking away shamefully.
It took you off guard when House took both off your tits on his hands, massaging them. You whimpered softly at this, your hips bucking with need again.
"What a pair of perfect tits, so round and soft..." He said, looking at you with desire.
"P-Please p-professor..." You begged, wanting to have him inside.
"Needy girl." He teased. One of his hands going to free his cock. Once he got it out you got to see it, big and veiny, and hard as a rock. "But don't worry, I am too." He whispered.
He spreaded your legs wider, and pushed your skirt higher so he could have more access to your cunt.
"You ready?" He said, you nodded.
He aligned the tip on your cunt, entering slowly.
You sighed, feeling him entering inside you.
"Fuck you're tight." He groaned, one hand on his dick and the other on your tight.
He pushed harder, entering halfway.
You whimpered, you felt a pang of pain and of pleasure at the same time.
"I'm halfway there." He said, pushing harder so now he was full inside you.
A tear ran down your cheek at the pain.
He saw you, and cleaned it with his thumb.
"I'm not gonna move until you tell me to." He reassured.
You nodded. Waited a few seconds till the pain faded and became pleasure.
"Y-you can move." You told him.
He nodded and started moving his hips, groaning at your tightness.
You moaned, bucking your hips wanting even more.
"P-Please faster G-greg..." You whispered softly.
He chuckled, his face getting closer to yours and his hands going to grab your legs, putting them around his waist.
"Wanted this for so long." He whispered in your ear. His hips moving faster, making you moan. "You d-don't know how m-much I've had to control m-myself." He said between thrusts, groans and deep moans falling from his lips. "When you came into c-class with these skirts, or when y-you wore those low cut shirts.. I-I wanted nothing but to bend y-you over the desk.."
You clenched around him at his words.
He moaned at this. "Y-yes! Clench like that a-around me, fuck..."
You supported yourself on the desk, your body trembling because of the pleasure.
He began to kiss your neck while pounding into you.
"I can't believe I'm t-the first one who g-got to see you like this." He mumbled in your neck.
"I-I've kept myself for y-you." You moaned between thrusts.
He groaned at your words, pounding into you harder. Your orgasm waving over you when he hit that spot, making you clench around him.
"Y-yess! Fuck s-so perfect my pretty girl mhm?" He moaned against your neck.
He kept thrusting into you, his mouth going to suck on your nipples.
"My favorite g-girl mhm so pretty." He said lost in pleasure. Pulling away from your nipples he got closer to your mouth, kissing you.
His thrusts kept getting faster and harder, moans coming from both of you now.
"W-what a good girl..." He groaned against your neck. "Letting your p-professor be the one t-to ruin you like this...f-fuck." House moaned in your ear.
"I-Im your g-good girl?" You whimpered to him.
He grabbed your ass, pushing you even closer to him. "H-hell yes y-you are, you've always b-been." He groaned against your skin. "Always p-pleasing me..." He moaned. "You deserve a-a reward huh?"
You nodded, tears forming in your eyes because of your fourth orgasm getting closer.
"G-getting closer again? C-come on, cum all over my c-cock like the good girl y-you are..." He groaned in your ear. His thrusts getting sloppier by the second.
His words making you finally come, moaning his name like a prayer while you threw your head back and clenched around him. "G-greg!"
"F-Fuck! Y-Y/N, g-gonna fill this pretty p-pussy up." He moaned deeply into your ear, giving one final thrust and coming inside of you. Your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
After coming down from your orgasms, he pulled out, cum leaking from your cunt.
You whimpered at the feeling of not having him inside you. He chuckled.
Heavy breaths coming from you both, you didn't know what to say.
"Lets get you dressed up." He said, first putting on his boxers and zipping up his pants.
He grabbed the shirt that you threw earlier, your bra and your panties, then he gave them to you.
He dressed up too, buttoning his shirt and grabbing his cane.
You dressed up, and when you tried to get off the desk, you fell down.
He laughed softly, grabbing you for support.
"Twins!" He joked. You laughed at this.
He smiled softly when he heard you laugh.
"I meant it." He said.
"What?" You asked.
"What I said earlier about me loving you." He mumbled looking away.
"R-really?" You said looking at him, he confirmed that he loved you, and you couldn't believe it.
He nodded. "Then what?" House looked at you.
"I do w-want to be with you." You whispered to him, a faint blush appearing over your face.
He smiled again, getting closer to your face and kissing you sweetly.
"I love you Y/N." He mumbled against your lips.
You smiled at him. "I love you too Greg."
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