Hamilton x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Thomas Jefferson x Reader - Two Month Thing (1)

Summary: One night stands with the playboy Thomas Jefferson turn into more than needed.
Triggers: I think cussing? Lots of sex references
Time period: Present
Note: wow! I have a lot of requests and writers block so things will be coming out slowly. I'm sorry that I haven't been updating a lot! Midterms and such have been tailing me the last week.

Thomas' eyes widened at your naked body. He raked his eyes over the curves and birthmarks. " Take a picture, it lasts longer. Now, come on, let's do this. "

A week ago, after getting tired of commitment, you had agreed with Thomas Jefferson that you would, some days, do.. activities, together. He, being a giant fuckboy, had no issue with this. About a week in, you hit a roadblock.

" Ang, I don't know what to do. He's so hot. I agreed, yeah, we wouldn't get beyond fucking, but god damn, " you murmured, subconsciously tugging on the ends of your shirt.

You were leaning against the wall of your apartment; Angelica Schuyler sitting on the couch and listening to your problems.

" My little (Y/N)'s got a crush, " she jokingly grinned, walking over and tugging your cheeks. You rolled your eyes and followed her as she walked into the kitchen to get some water.
" I mean, why not just see how it plays out? If things are supposed to happen, then, they will. Right? " she said before taking a drink.

You nodded, and heard a knock at the door. " Be back, " you murmured, walking over to the door and opening it to spoken of man, Thomas. " Thomas? What are you doing here? " you questioned. " I need- " he paused, seeing Angelica walk into the living room. " Uh, fuck, I.. Baymax? " he whined, using the safe word between you two.

" Hey, Ang, think we could talk later? " you turn around, and she smirks, walking out the door. Thomas walks in, locks the door, and tugs you to your bedroom.

" Yeah, it's uh, going well? " you tugged at the sleeve of your sweater, nervously smiling. " What's going well? " Peggy dashed into the room, collapsing on the couch next to you. " She's fucking Jefferson! " Eliza exclaimed, grinning.

" You're fucking Eliza's boyfriend's arch nemesis? How scandalous, " Peggy whispered into your ear, tugging on your arm. " Stooop! Listen, it's just something to pass the time. I can't commit- " " That's what you'd like to think, " Angelica interrupted, and you sighed, continuing, " so it's just a thing to happen just for a couple months. "

" Is his dick big? Oh my god, don't let him get you pregnant! Is he good? Are you gonna date him- " Peggy rambled before you covered her mouth with your hand. " Yes, it's huge. I'm not pregnant. Yes, he's good. No, were not gonna date. No more questions, " you said, moving your hand from her mouth.

She sighed, laying her head down on your shoulder. " Finnneee, " she sighed. " But, about that dating thing, I bet they will! She loves him! " Eliza chirped, smiling. " No, no no! We won't! He doesn't.. like me.. in that way, " you concluded, covering your face with your hands. " We'll see. "

The next day, you woke up, snuggled next to Jefferson. His curls perfectly framed his face, wild from the previous night.

His well sculpted chest lightly heaving up and down. His hands, one on your waist and the other on your back. You sighed. Must have been too tired to go home.

His eyes fluttered open, and flickered around before landing on you. His face formed into fond grin, " Morning, mon amour, " he murmured, nuzzling his face into your hair and his grip tightening around you. " Hey, " you breathed out, wrapping an arm around his waist in a sort of hug.

" I should probably get going, " you hum, trying to get out of his grip. It only tightened. " Don't. Please? Stay for a little more? " he pleaded.

You couldn't say no. That morning, you had stayed in bed with him for a half hour, ate breakfast, and went home. In his shirt.

Peggy must had crashed at your place, because she was sitting on your couch watching TV when you got home. " Hey, mo-- oH MY GOD YOU ARE WEARING JEFFERSON'S SHIRT! " she yelled, giggling. Your face lit up like the Fourth of July. " Peggy! I- uh- yes, but calm down, please! It's nothing! " you stammered, gripping the shirt. " Sure it is, " she teased.

About a week later was when things got bad. You had been playing on your DS when your door slammed open. Angelica. " Hey, Ang, " you said, " what's up? "

" Eliza ran her mouth, " she heaved, " she told Maria that you like Jefferson, then Maria told James and James just told Jefferson. Thomas knows you like him. "