House MD Oneshots + Imagines

Nothing More Than A Replacement (James Wilson x Fem!Reader) (NSFW)

Your life working at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital is complete and utter chaos.

You've been in love with House for as long as you can remember, but things have just never fallen into place like you've wanted them to. He's usually dating someone else, and when he isn't, he's going through something horrible. The few times he's been available since the two of you met in medical school, you've only confessed your feelings twice- once when you were about to graduate and once a year or so ago. Both times, you were rejected, but the feelings won't go away. So, you love him in silence and envy those who are close to him in the one way you never will be.

Wilson's situation isn't different. Since the two men met back in the nineties, they became best friends. Wilson fell for House fast, and though he won't ever admit it, it's obvious in the sparkle that takes over his chocolate brown eyes when he looks at the diagnostician. It's painful to watch, so usually, you opt not to.

But Wilson knows about your situation, too, and the two of you are good friends. So, when House is going out with a girlfriend, staying in with a hooker, or just being his usual disastrous self, you and Wilson settle for each other.

It's a casual, wordless agreement. Neither of you mention the other's affections for House, you have decent sex at Wilson's apartment, and then, you go to work the next day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital like none of it happened. The best part is that no one knows. You and Wilson don't love each other, either- at least you don't think so- so no one can figure it out. It's a comforting sort of secret that the two of you have managed to keep for a long time now.

It's a cool January night when you realize what was once a distraction from House that just so happened to come with good sex had turned into something more; something terrifyingly real and raw between you and James Wilson.

You're laid on your back, your knees bent up and your feet flat on the mattress. Wilson is between your legs with one of his hands on your inner thigh to pry your legs apart. He looks up at you with those big brown eyes of his, practically pleading for praise as he delves his tongue through your folds and pumps the fingers on his spare hand in and out of you in rhythm with his tongue's gyrations. You're too breathless to look back down at him, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, but it's so warm and needy that it's burning enough holes in you for you to feel it.

And you cum. You cum hard and fast and electric like Wilson did just a few minutes earlier. Your legs shaking and your eyes fluttering open and shut, you flop down onto the bed at the same time that Wilson pulls away from you and lays down. Then begins the process. You recover, toss your legs over the side of the bed, and get ready to put your clothes back on- at least until Wilson is moving to sit behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. Embarrassingly enough, you lean into it and sigh.

"(y/n), wait," Wilson whispers. You notice that he's a little warmer than usual. "Could you- could you stay?"

At that, you blank. It's definitely different from the usual routine. Most nights, you would've been dressed and out the door by now. Your brows furrow as you try to clarify.

"You... Want me to stay?"

"Well, yes," Wilson answers, sounding flustered as he pulls away from you and crawls underneath the covers. You cautiously shoot a glance his way, only to find that you can't read his expression at all. You have no idea what he could possibly be thinking. "That's why I just asked."

"Why?"

"I just-" Wilson averts his eyes and stares at the ceiling. "I just need someone right now."

Your heart sinks at that.