My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

Birthday Present - Mullette (Smut)

|Warning: Bondage, blindfold, riding, rough/ unprotected sex, over stimulation, position switching, and if you choose to listen to the songs mentioned, I advise headphones|

|Hercules|

Happy birthday to me~

I don't really like my birthday. I don't exactly like getting a whole bunch of attention. It kinda hurt though, to find out that everyone forgot my birthday. Not to mention that I haven't heard anything from my best friend, Lafayette, the entire day. So after work, I went home and figured I'd treat myself.

First, I bought myself dinner. I ordered Olive Garden because screw my diet. I drank two and a half glasses of this fancy ass wine that I got from my brother a couple months ago. I finished off my supply of vanilla ice cream for dessert.

After eating, which may have seemed like a lot but really wasn't, I took a nice long bath. Filled to the brim with bubbles. I even lit some candles. After my very relaxing bath, I slipped into some comfortable clothes for me. My favorite pair of panties and thigh highs, plus the over-sized hoodie I stole from Laf.

Speaking of that tall, large, and sexy Frenchman, I still haven't heard anything from him. Should I call him? No, he's probably too busy for me... wait. I shouldn't call him because this is me time. Screw him. Wish he would screw me.

I shake away my thoughts and grab my phone. I almost click on my contacts, but instead I open up my playlist. I connect my phone to my speaker and turn on Pity Party by Melanie Martinez to full volume. I dim the lights and light more candles. I sing and dance along to the song. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all. Just as Pity Party reaches the crescendo, I hear the doorbell ring. 

I turn down the volume and walk to the front door. I open it and look up at Lafayette who waves. "Hey bunny boy," he says. I blush a bit and look him up and down. He's wearing black jeans, a black leather jacket, and a white T-shirt. And he looks damn fine too. "Hey Laffy. You forgot."

"Non. I didn't forget, ma cherie. I just wanted to wait to give you your present."

"You didn't say anything."

"I brought you your favorite."

"Which is?"

"Close your eyes, open your mouth."

"I swear to god-"

"Not like that. Just do it."

I roll my eyes and do it. After a moment, I taste the bitterness of dark chocolate and the sweetness of strawberries. I open my eyes and look at Laf. He knows me. I eat the chocolate covered strawberry and smile. "See?" He says. "Know me too damn well. Thank you Laf," I say as he gives me the box of chocolate strawberries.

Pity Party ends and the next song plays. Birthday Sex by Jeremih. I blush more and look Laf up and down again. "You okay Hercy?" He asks. I bite my lip. I haven't noticed how fine he is until now. Smooth skin, muscular too. I lick my lips and look up at him again. A blush spreads across his face. "Hercules.."

I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tip toes. "Laffy... it's my birthday."

"I- I know.. but it was a one-time.."

"Laffy.. please? No one but you remembered. You're special to me."

"... I just can't say no to you."

"No. You can't." I smile as I feel him wrap his arms around my waist. He leans close to my face. "Alright."

I smash my lips against his. He immediately kisses back and I pull him into my apartment. He shuts the door and pushes me against it. I reach over and lock the door and kiss him more passionately. He starts to make his way down my neck, but I stop him. He looks at me confused and I push him towards my room.

I push him down on my bed and climb on top of him. He kisses me again and cups half of my face. I place my hands on his chest and slowly push him down. He starts to take his hoodie off of me, but I stop him. "Hoodie stays on," I mumble. He nods and takes off his jacket and shirt and  throws them somewhere. I trail my hands down his chest and abs and slowly grind against him.

He sits up more and connects our lips again. I grind faster and bite my lip. I feel him grow hard under me and smirk. I stop and climb off of him. "Wh-" he looks at me more confused. "Sh..~ trust me." I grin and search my closet. I get back on my bed after a moment. 

"Arms up and against the headboard."

"... okay." He does so and I tie his wrists together and on my headboard with some ribbon. Then I tie a blindfold around his eyes. "You don't mind, right?" I ask. He shakes his head and bites his lip as I clip a collar around his neck. "Good. Because you're mine for the night."

Ride by Ciara ft. Ludacris

I quickly unzip and take his pants off. He squirms a bit as I palm him lightly. I smile and listen to his slightly suppressed groans. After a little bit of that, I pull his boxers off of him. I climb back on top of him and tug the collar up so his face is close to mine. "You're my birthday gift, monsieur."

I take off only my panties and lift myself above his throbbing cock. I slowly lower myself and let out a low groan and roll my eyes closed. I ball my fists on his chest for some sort of grip and lower myself all the way down. "Damn... I forgot how big you actually are, Laffy. Did you grow or something?" I ask even though I know he probably won't answer.

After a couple seconds, I start to slowly ride him. I enjoy the feeling of him while it lasts, so I take my time. He squirms more under me and groans louder. I moan and ride him a little faster, spreading my legs some more so he has more access to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip onto his shoulders. I move my waist around and bounce slightly.

I pant quietly as I ride him faster. His groans increasingly gets louder and after a moment I hear the sound of ribbon snapping. And before I know it, I'm being flipped onto my back. I open my eyes and look up at him just as he takes off his blindfold. I smile and bite my lip as I see the built up pure lust swimming in his eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist and grip on his collar. He grips on the headboard above me and starts thrusting quickly.

Body Party by Ciara

I moan loudly, loving the feeling of him pushing in and out of me. I pant heavily and let out moans of his name. I feel him thrust harder or faster every time I say his name. I move my hands to grip on his hair and moan very loud as he slightly rocks the bed and my body with it. At this point, he's thrusting at an impossible pace. I scream when he hits my g-spot.

He basically abuses that spot, aiming every rough, hard, and fast thrust there. I feel myself drip with precum and bite my lip harshly, letting out louder moans of his name. I dig my nails into his back and arch my back a bit, screaming in pleasure with each thrust he takes.

Sweat beads and drips off of us and we both pant uncontrollably with each slowing thrust that tells me he's close. I tug on his collar to get his attention and whisper. "Don't stop."

He finds better grip and thrusts as hard as he can. With that, I cum all over his hoodie and chest. But he doesn't stop. He keeps going, just as I asked. He doesn't slow, he doesn't easy up, he keeps at the same pace, and I end up coming three times before he finally cums, filling me up to the brim. My tongue hangs out my mouth, me out of breath and panting hard. He pants with me and nearly falls on me. Instead, he flips us over again so he's on his back and I'm laying on him with his cum dripping out of me. 

I close my eyes and lay there for several minutes. I eventually get off of him and lay next to him. He sits up. "Do you need anything?" He asks. I look at him. "A bottle of water from the fridge," I smile. He nods and gets up. He comes back a couple seconds later and hands me my water. I down the whole thing quickly and sigh happily. I see him sit his down, half empty. He gets back on my bed and lays next to me.

"Do you want aftercare bunny?"

I look at him and smirk. I climb back on top. "That's cute..." I chuckle. "What do you mean?" He asks. I lightly trace his jaw. "That you think we're done." I bring his lips to mine and slowly kiss him.

Please Me by Cardi B ft. Bruno Mars

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1500 words of pure sin. To make up for how terrible I am at writing smut. 😎