My Hamilton OTP's One-Shots {CLOSED}

#5: A Reminder - Jamilton (Smut)

|Third|

|Public, Edging, Slight Degradation|

"That fucking dick!"

"Calm down, James. We should've seen it coming."

"Yeah, but now we don't have those files and thus putting us behind in this case!"

"As I am aware of, but I'm sure Deputy Hamilton has a reasonable explanation for denying us access."

"I have half a mind to go up to him and give him a piece of my mind."

"Don't you worry, okay? I'll handle it. I know how to change his mind."

———

"Sharon, who's at my door?"

"A visitor, Deputy Hamilton."

"Let 'em in. And if it's Waters again, tell her that a cat throwing up is not a police issue, it's a vet issue."

"Yes sir."

Hamilton gets up and opens his liquor cabinet, choosing a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. There's a knock on his door and he takes a sip and sits on his desk. "Come in."

Jefferson walks in with a slight smirk on his face. Hamilton returns with his own smirk and sits down his drink. "Detective Jefferson. Pleasure seeing you here," he says. "Deputy, I'm afraid I'm here on business. I see you've denied my request to view the files on the case I'm currently working on. I really need those police records," Jefferson replies.

"Oh you need them do you? I don't think you've earned them."

Thomas shuts and locks the door. "Earn them? Hah, right. I think I've more than earned them, Deputy Hamilton," he says. "Really?" Hamilton asks. Thomas picks up his discarded glass of whiskey and drinks the rest of it. "Mhm," he says.

"Now detective, I hope that I'm distinctly catching what you're suggesting."

Thomas places his hands on the outside of Alexander's thighs on the desk. "I'm insinuating what I always am, Deputy," he says. Alexander grabs at his tie and collar and pulls him close to his face. "Coming into my office, acting like I owe you something, and then asking something of me. Don't get it twisted. I owe you nothing. Hell, you're merely my pet. My bitch."

Thomas smiles and nods. "Then tell me, tell me what you want me to do to you, Deputy Hamilton," he says. Alexander smiles and kisses him. Thomas kisses him back and cups his neck. He unbuttons his pants and unzips them. Alexander slips one hand past the waist band and the other grips on Thomas' hair.

Thomas pulls away with a smirk on his face. "Now, how does Deputy Hamilton like to take it the most? On the desk or bent over it?" he asks. Alexander looks him up and down. "Well if you know me at all, then you'd know that I would leave it up to you to decide."

Something flashes in Thomas' eyes and he quickly pulls Alexander off the desk, turns him around, and pushes him against it, holding his hands behind his back. "But I know you more than you think and you'd want to choose the position that I could fuck you the hardest in," he whispers in his ear. Alexander groans and laughs. "I guess so."

Thomas let's his hands go and reaches in front to undo Alexander's belt and pull his pants down just enough. Thomas does the same to himself and without warning, roughly shoves inside him.

Alexander moans and grips on the desk, already panting. "Because Deputy Hamilton's dirty little secret is that he likes it hard. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and you're gonna scream so loud that everyone in the station will know just how much of a dirty whore you are for me," Thomas taunts. "God, yes, please~" Alexander barely whispers.

Thomas starts thrusting in and out and Alexander moans more. Thomas places his hands onto of Alexander's and fucks him faster. Alexander moans louder and drags his nails across the desk.

As Alexander gets close to his high, his breathing gets weak and his moans grow louder. Thomas' thrusts get faster and harder and deeper. He grunts and harshly grips on Alexander's waist. He fucks him good enough, great enough that leaves Alexander begging, pleading, practically screaming for more. He couldn't help how quickly he was reaching his high.

Thomas, sensing this, abruptly stops his movement. Alexander pants out a half-whine half-moan. He groans as Thomas pulls out of him. Alexander tries turning, but Thomas grabs his arms and puts them behind his back once more, pushing him all the way down on the desk. Alexander yelps.

"Deputy Hamilton, if you want to finish what we started then you're going to have to agree to give me access to those files."

"Fuck, Jefferson. Why are you such a—"

"Watch your tone with me. Yes or no, it's your choice."

"Fine! God, fine, just finish fucking me, please~! I'll give you all the files you want, just let me finish!"

"That's a good boy."

Thomas smirks sadistically and slams back inside of Alexander, fucking him faster and harder than before. Alexander almost immediately reaches his high and moans loudly, his eyes rolling back. Thomas kept going until he came, forcing himself deep inside until Alexander was filled to the brim. He grips on the desk and groans until he's entirely empty before pulling out and taking a step back.

He smirks at the view as he pulls his pants up and straightens his tie. "Mm... look who's the bitch now," he says, slapping Alexander's ass. He flinches and groans at the sensitivity. "Fuck you," he manages to breathe out. "I'll be back for the files later, darlin'. See you at home?" Thomas asks, helping Alexander make himself look presentable. Alexander rolls his eyes and hisses in pain as he leans against his desk.

"Whatever. Tell James to kiss my ass though."

"That's my job, sugar."

Thomas smiles and kisses his neck a bit before sucking a dark hickey in a very noticeable area. Alexander huffs. "You— this is the last time I let you persuade me at the station," he says. "Oh don't act like you didn't reject my request on purpose. You love my visits."

"Shut up."

Alexander kisses him and Thomas kisses back. He fits his hands on his waist. They keep kissing and Alexander moans a bit when Thomas pushes his tongue in. There's a knock on the door and someone walks in, but they don't stop.

"Alex."

Hamilton holds up his hand at them and Thomas lifts him up, sitting him on his desk. They finally break apart after a few more seconds. Thomas kisses his forehead and Alexander smiles. He turns and narrows his eyes. "Officer Laurens."

"Detective Jefferson."

Thomas looks back at Alexander. "See you at home, sugar," he says.

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