Hamilton one-shots

You Heard Me. Take. It. Off. (Lafayette x Reader)

To your surprise, he didn’t kiss you or touch you. Instead, he took a few steps back.

“Remove your dress.” he commanded.

You gave him a strange look.

“Marquis, we’re in a public office. Wouldn’t you rather go someplace a little more priv-”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” he reinforced.

You hesitantly obliged, reaching behind your back to undo the zipper, and removing your arms from the sleeves as you slid the dress off. 

You now stood before him in a matching set of white lace underwear.

“Ah, you want to impress me, no?” he smiled as he ran his hand along the lace of your underwear.

“I know what you want, kitten.” he purred. “You need only ask for it.”

You responded by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He seized the opportunity to reach his hands behind your back and skillfully unclasp your bra, and sliding it off you. He bent down, hooked his arms around your legs, then gently lifted you onto the desk, before cramming his tongue into your mouth. You swirled your tongue with his, fighting for dominance. He suddenly parted his lips from yours, and stuck two of his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them passionately, never breaking eye contact with him. He grinned as he them removed them from your mouth, and pressed them to the cloth middle of your panties. He them rubbed them along the cloth, up and down, successfully stimulating you. You grabbed your panties, and began sliding them down your legs, with Lafayette’s help.

His fingers then returned, slowly sliding them up and down over the skin before rubbing circles over your clit. You arched you back in pleasure and moaned. He continued this, picking up the pace as you gasped and moaned, waves of pleasure washing over you. You felt yourself become wetter as he then slowed down his pace, leaving you wanting more. He then removed his fingers, admiring how sticky they were, before shoving them into your mouth again. You sucked on them once more, bobbing your head up and down. Once he believed they were clean enough, he lead the two of his fingers play with your clit a bit more, before he slipped them inside you. You gasped at the sensation, then moaned as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you.

You began to lower your back onto the desk as he continued.

In and out, in and out.

You melted into his hands.

In  and out, in and out.

He then suddenly removed his fingers from you, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation. You then stopped when you realized he was unbuttoning his pants, undoing his zipper, and taking out his-

There was a sharp knock at the door.

You both looked over at it, both mortified and confused.

“Who is it?” Lafayette finally called out.

“General Washington.” the voice called back. “Please, this is an important matter, can I speak with you right away?”

“Yes, Sir! One moment please,” Lafayette yelled back, currently kicking your discarded clothes under the desk.

You looked at him, panicked and unaware of what to do.

“The desk,” he whispered. “Get under the desk!”

You hopped off the desk, ran to Lafayette’s chair, and slid into the space beneath it. Luckily, the desk had slabs of wood on the other three sides, making you well hidden from Washington. You listened as Lafayette buttoned his pants up and made his way over to the door.

They greeted each other, then began talking to each other. You were too far away to hear what about. Your body froze as you heard footsteps approaching the desk. 

“I think I have it filed here.” Lafayette explained. Lafayette quickly sat down at the desk, blocking you from Washington and framing you with his legs. He opened a drawer, and picked up a manilla folder.

“This may be it, sir,”

“Thank you, Lafayette.” you heard Washington’s voice on the other side of the table.

All went silent as Washington reviewed the papers. You looked up at Marquis, seeing his legs and his quite obvious boner. You smirked out of pride. Then an idea popped into your head.

You schooched a bit closer to Lafayette before carefully undoing his buttons and zipper. Sure enough, his boner sprung out. You gently removed it from his underwear, before giving the head a light lick. You felt him shiver. Washington continued reading the paper, completely oblivious as you sucked on the tip of Lafayette’s shaft, as he grew harder yet. He was obviously trying to stifle a moan. 

“So, Lafayette, would you make any adjustments to these?” Washington suddenly asked.

In one swift movement, you took his entire shaft in your mouth and began bobbing your head up and down.

“A…..aaaahhhhh would not, no” Lafayette tried to respond.

“Should Hamilton proofread these?”

You ran your tongue up the underside of his length.

“mmm-mmm–mmmmmm aybe….”

“Are you okay, Lafayette?” George asked, concerned.

“Actually I feel a bit sick,” Lafayette lied, trying to explain the moans.

“Ah, I see. I’ll be going then.”

You vigorously sucked as Lafayette bid farewell and wished Washington luck. Once he was in the clear, he looked down at you, still happily sucking.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he joked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing himself into your mouth, taking over the rhythm. You swallowed around him and let him throat fuck you as he rolled his head back in ecstasy, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

His breathing hitched.

“I’m gonna…cum.” he breathed. 

You tore away from him, before standing up, sitting on his lap, and pushing his length into you. You both moaned and you ground your hips together, pushing into each other. His hands traveled down to your ass and grabbed it while you rode him, while you sucked tenderly on his neck. You felt an oncoming orgasm, and blissfully rode it out as you rolled your hips along his. He could not take it anymore, and finished inside of you, letting out a deep groan as he did. You then leaned into him and tenderly kissed his lips, as he kissed back. That was the best sex either of you had ever had.

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You zippered the back of your dress, cleaned yourself up, and tried to learn how to walk again. 

“Well, I suppose this is goodbye,” you told Lafayette, who was reorganizing the papers on his desk.

“No, you will always come back, amour. Come kiss me goodbye.”

You giggled as he walked towards you, and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. Those lips. You would never tire of those lips.

“That’s a very bold statement to make.” you said as he finished kissing you.

He raised his eyebrows. 

“Quelle?” 

“That I will always come back. Aren’t you worried that I’ll fall in love with someone else and stop seeing you?”

He chuckled.

“Non, a kitten always finds her way back home.”