A Special Day - T. Jefferson
TJ x Reader - Smut
notes: tj’s a lil slut for ya, alexander’s next (/j.. or maybe not?), how do you write southern accents!!!:!:!, there’s a fluffier version, i swear!
Oh, your poor, poor husband. He had returned from his work; being the Secretary of State. You knew how hard his job could get.
Thomas had slumped on the couch, his hands covering his eyes in exhaustion. “Fuck,” He whispered, his tone of voice not like the man you once knew.
You came over to him, sitting beside him. “Dear? What has gotten you so.. worked up?” You ask, holding his chin up for him to face you.
His eyes softy lit up when he saw you, gaze softening. “Nothing you need to worry about, darlin’.”
You pout, knowing he wouldn’t budge unless you executed an action plan. A bulb went off your head. Aha!
He lifts a brow, wondering what you’re planning to do next. He knows you’re going to do something.. out of the ordinary, to say the least.
— He’d been dealing with a certain Alexander Hamilton, issuing his debt plan into action. He was exxxHAUSTED, as you can.. already, probably tell.
“Come onnnn,” You pout, giving him the best you could possibly attempt to try to persuade him into telling.
“Oh, come on, darlin’. I don’t wanna worry you..” Your uncharacteristically tired husband held your hand.
“But of course, I would. I’m your partner, Thomas, I should know what’s going on so that I could..”
“..make you feel better.” You say with the most innocent tone, your hands traveling to his lap and caressing it.
His breath hitches. Fuck, he loved it when you tease him. It makes him feel.. safe.
“It seems like you’re enjoying the show already, Thomas.” You say as you kneel down on the floor, both hands caressing his inner thighs.
His eyes widen. He could feel his growing erection go hard. Fuck.. you just looked so.. alluring. It made him wanna—
His thoughts cut off as you unbuttoned his dark magenta pantaloons, revealing his undergarments. You could only remember how big he was—and it wasn’t even his actual dick—it was only his pants.
You take off the last of his clothing, revealing his long, thick, and hard cock.
“Let me treat you tonight, darling..” You say, putting his tip in your mouth. Your tongue swirls and licks his tip.
His eyes roll back as he groans, hips bucking up. His brown curls bounce as he writhed and shivers under your touch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.. ah..” He groans.
You took him in deeper. His head went back, hands went down to his own thighs. You held his hand, squeezing it.
The contrast of affection made his brain go haywire. You weren’t even close to being done yet, taking him in deeper, but..
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. ‘m close, love.. ah.. yes.. hmf..” Thomas whispered with a needy tone.
“Ah-ah-ah. Not yet.” You pull out.
He whines. “But.. love..”
“Nope. Nada. None.” You smirk.
You stroke his dick, slow.. sensual.. strokes. You notice the way his eyes roll back, holding back whimpers and moans. “Come on, darling.. more vocal?” You pleaded, purposefully putting on a more demanding tone, testing his reaction.
And boy, you were right.
“Mhh.. ah.. fuck.. ngh.. yes.. more..” Your husband groans, biting his lip in need.
“More? More what, dear?” You purposefully stop.
He whines again. “Darlin’.. please.. can’t take it..”
“Oh? You can’t? Okay, I’ll stop..” You turn away—but he grabs your hand. He looks at you in need, eyes practically glowing with lust.
“What?” You chuckle with mirth. “You said you wanted to stop..” You reason with him, earning a more whiny pout.
“Daaarrrliiin’..” He whimpers.
“Oh, fine..” You start again, this time—
Using your mouth.
Your pretty little mouth.. so good for taking him in. He can feel the pool of heat coming within him. You could tell, too.
“Darlin’..” He breathes out.
“You can cum.” Those words made him break.
He came inside your mouth, his cum flowing through your throat. His body shook with lust as you felt his juices stop.
You chuckle at his exhausted state.
“Aww, my little Tommy’s tired?” You get up, standing in front of him. You tilt his face up, your hand on his cheek. You could feel his sweat.
No response. Just a quick little whimper.
You chuckle.
“We’re not done yet, love.”
