Hamilton Smut [@smutilton]

Don't Tell your Mother - P. Hamilton

Contains: sex

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x fem!reader

A/N: Thanks for all the requests so far!

This is so badly written, I apologise.

Word Count:1061
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A close friend of the Schuylers was visiting Eliza for a couple weeks to help out with some things while her husband was out and constantly working.

It was no secret that sixteen-year-old Philip flirted endlessly with the woman who was five years his senior and so she and Eliza brushed it off as a small crush.

One day, Philip happened to be walking to his father's study to find a book he needed to study for his classes and to do so he had to walk passed his mother's friend's room. It was a daily routine he had but apparently she never picked up on it because when he walked passed her room, he heard familiar sounds that a woman made when she was pleasuring herself or being pleasured by someone else.
Philip paused outside her door quietly, happy that they lived in a newly build house that didn't have creaky floors. He bit his lip and couldn't help but backtrack a couple of steps and peeked through the small crack in her door.
As he looked he sucked in a breath and looked around to ensure he wasn't being watched and he unbuckled his pants taking out his shaft and slowly stroking it as he watched her slide her fingers between her folds and into her cunt. Her face would scrunch with some angles and soften with others, her lips parted and moans leaving them; they sounded like honey to Philip. Sure he had been with girls before but never with a woman and he desperately wanted her.

Philip absently mindedly let out a loud groan as he pumped himself and jumped when the door flew wide open. At first, her eyes were filled with rage as to who could be watching her but when she saw Philip, her eyes filled with amusement and lust as a smirk grew on her features.

Philip seemed to be too paralysed to say anything or move so she pulled him in and eyed his member that was bigger than she had expected for his young age. He hadn't even fully had his growth spurt which explained why she was about an inch taller than him.
Philip was still had wide eyes and he gulped as she bent by his ear whispering in a tempting voice, "What do you want me to do to you?"

Philip felt a chill run down his spine as he stuttered out two words, "R-ride me?"

She roughly put her hands on his cheeks and put her face in front of his before asking, "Was that a question or a statement?"

Philip had never felt so electrified in his whole life as he did when she reached down and took his hard cock in her hand and slowly ran her hand up and down it biting her lip as she waited for his answer.

"A statement," Philip said as dogmatically as he could.

She smiled, "Good."

She then stripped herself of her dress so she only wore her corset and a cotton skirt prior to helping him out of his coat and shirts along with his pants so he stood completely bare before her.
The older woman licked her lip and kneeled in front of Philip surprising him wildly.

He looked down at her and watched as she licked the tip of his dick, shivering as she did so and as she slowly licked up the sides of the shaft making eye contact the entire time. Philip let out shaky breaths and let himself tangle his fingers in her hair as she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on his cock.

Every time he let out a loud moan she could reach behind him and slap his ass before deepthroating him as a warning to be quiet. He quickly got the memo.

In Philip's opinion, there was nothing better than seeing a woman's lips suctioned tightly around your cock as her saliva coated it leaving it to shine in the light, he wanted to memorise it because he knew he would probably see it again.

When the woman on her knees tasted the precum in her mouth she pulled away and ignored his whining, grabbing him by the biceps and pushing him on her bed, making sure the door was closed all the way so they would have no onlookers after taking off her corset and skirt.

Philip watched as she climbed on top of him, taking his manhood and lining it up at her entrance but before she let him in she asked him once more, "What do you want me to do to you?"

This time Philip said it so he sounded absolutely sure of himself because he definitely was and he told her, "Fucking ride me into next year."

She smiled and sat down on him, moaning as she did before remembering that they had to be quiet. Philip bit his lip to keep from letting out his own sounds and he rested his hands on her hips as she bounced on top of him, her breasts jiggled and her head fell back as she let out some sighs of pleasure but it appeared as though she had practice at keeping quiet. When Philip noticed her energy falling as her legs shook he flipped them over so he was on top her and he fucked her like his life depended on it.

It was so unexpected to the lady in her bed that she couldn't hold back any of the moans she had been keeping in the back of her throat.

Curses fell from her mouth like a sailor's on a ship as their skin slapped together, the two of them cumming as if on cue, Philip pulling on the sheets below her as she arched her back and pressed her body against his.

Philip fell to the side laying a hand on his stomach and he looked over at her, her messy hair sprawled on the bed and her skin glazed with sweat.

He guessed their fun workout probably had the same affect on him as well.
Philip sat up and pushed his hair back but before he could get up and leave, the lady grabbed his wrist and looked at him seriously.

"Promise me something," she said.

Philip nodded, "What?"

She licked her lips, "Don't tell your mother."