A Special Day - T. Jefferson
TJ x Reader - Smut
notes: tjโs a lil slut for ya, alexanderโs next (/j.. or maybe not?), how do you write southern accents!!!:!:!, thereโs 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. โFuck,โ He whispered, his tone of voice not like the man you once knew.
You came over to him, sitting beside him. โDear? What has gotten you so.. worked up?โ You ask, holding his chin up for him to face you.
His eyes softy lit up when he saw you, gaze softening. โNothing you need to worry about, darlinโ.โ
You pout, knowing he wouldnโt budge unless you executed an action plan. A bulb went off your head. Aha!
He lifts a brow, wondering what youโre planning to do next. He knows youโre going to do something.. out of the ordinary, to say the least.
โ Heโd been dealing with a certain Alexander Hamilton, issuing his debt plan into action. He was exxxHAUSTED, as you can.. already, probably tell.
โCome onnnn,โ You pout, giving him the best you could possibly attempt to try to persuade him into telling.
โOh, come on, darlinโ. I donโt wanna worry you..โ Your uncharacteristically tired husband held your hand.
โBut of course, I would. Iโm your partner, Thomas, I should know whatโs going on so that I could..โ
โ..make you feel better.โ 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.
โIt seems like youโre enjoying the show already, Thomas.โ 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 wannaโ
His thoughts cut off as you unbuttoned his dark magenta pantaloons, revealing his undergarments. You could only remember how big he wasโand it wasnโt even his actual dickโit was only his pants.
You take off the last of his clothing, revealing his long, thick, and hard cock.
โLet me treat you tonight, darling..โ 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. โFuck, fuck, fuck.. ah..โ 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 werenโt even close to being done yet, taking him in deeper, but..
โFuck, fuck, fuck.. โm close, love.. ah.. yes.. hmf..โ Thomas whispered with a needy tone.
โAh-ah-ah. Not yet.โ You pull out.
He whines. โBut.. love..โ
โNope. Nada. None.โ You smirk.
You stroke his dick, slow.. sensual.. strokes. You notice the way his eyes roll back, holding back whimpers and moans. โCome on, darling.. more vocal?โ You pleaded, purposefully putting on a more demanding tone, testing his reaction.
And boy, you were right.
โMhh.. ah.. fuck.. ngh.. yes.. more..โ Your husband groans, biting his lip in need.
โMore? More what, dear?โ You purposefully stop.
He whines again. โDarlinโ.. please.. canโt take it..โ
โOh? You canโt? Okay, Iโll stop..โ You turn awayโbut he grabs your hand. He looks at you in need, eyes practically glowing with lust.
โWhat?โ You chuckle with mirth. โYou said you wanted to stop..โ You reason with him, earning a more whiny pout.
โDaaarrrliiinโ..โ He whimpers.
โOh, fine..โ You start again, this timeโ
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.
โDarlinโ..โ He breathes out.
โYou can cum.โ 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.
โAww, my little Tommyโs tired?โ 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.
โWeโre not done yet, love.โ
















