Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#15 Philip~Forbidden Lovers

Modern (mild smut at the beginning. Actual smut later on)(also a bit of an authority kink [first time], no daddy kink. I do have a limit)

PUBLISHED A DAY EARLY BC I HAVE TO BE AT A 5K TOMORROW (no im not running. They have pizza)

You gasp as your boyfriend gently sucks at your neck. "Philip," you moan.

"Shh," he scolds. "We don't want your father to hear us, do we?"

You shake your head. "No, sir."

He smirks. "That's my girl." He lowers his head to your neck and continues nipping at it. You roll your head back, exposing more of your neck to him. He gently pushes you back to your bed. Your knees are the first to hit, causing you to fall back. He leans over you and pulls his shirt off. You gently bit your lip at the sight of his toned chest. "Like what you see?"

You bat your eyelashes. "Yes, very much, sir."

He softly bites your earlobe, before pulling your shirt over your head. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers. He quickly unhooks your bra and- your dad walks in.

"Dad!" you screech, pulling the bed sheets over your chest.

"(Y/N)," he scolds. "Philip!"

Philip slides off you as you glance down.

"(Y/N), do you care to explain?" your dad asks.

You shake your head. "No, not really."

He turns to Philip. "How about you, Mr. Hamilton? Do you want to explain? Or do I have to bring your father down here?"

"I-well-we just-I was-it's not-" Philip stammers.

"Both of you get dressed and meet me in my office," your dad commands.

"Yes, sir," you answer in unison.

As soon as your dad shuts the door, you turn to Philip. "I am so so sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. None of this is your fault. They were going to find out eventually." He gently pecks your lips. "It's okay."

You and Philip head out of your room, down to your father's office. The door is open, letting you watch him talk to Philip's dad on the phone.

"I don't care what you're doing; you need to come over." He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Trust me, I don't want you here. I wouldn't call you unless it were an emergency." He slams his fist against the desk. "Goddamnit, Hamilton! Your son was on my daughter!" There is a brief pause before he hangs up the phone. "You two. Here. Now."

You both silently obey and sit in front of his desk.

"I can't believe you two! How long has this been going on?"

"Almost a year," you mutter. Your dad is about to continue his rant, but someone rings the doorbell. "Stay here," your dad commands.

"This better be good, Jefferson!" Secretary Hamilton yells as he walks in. His face falls when he sees you and his son. He cautiously brings a chair behind the desk and sits next to your father, making this feel like you had to go to the principal in school.

"Pa," Philip starts.

"Don't start with me," Secretary Hamilton objects.

You and Philip both cast your eyes down. You grab his hand for comfort.

"I walk into my daughter's room to find your son crawling over her, like some animal," your dad explains.

Secretary Hamilton stands up. "Are you saying that this is my son's fault? Because if your daughter is anything like you, then she would be the one to trick him."