Hamilton Smut [@smutilton]

Tu Vuò Fà l'Americano - Lafayette

Contains: sex

Pairing: The Marquis de Lafayette x fem!reader

Request(s): How about John laurens or Lafayette smut?

ooooo!! could u do some lafayette or jefferson smut pls?? maybe with some kitten kink?

A/N: Good morning. Have a good day/dreams/afternoon. Also, I do not speak French and even though I do speak some Italian, I had to search some so not all of it may be correct.

Song: Tu Vuò Fà l'Americano

Word Count: 911
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Lafayette, the adorable Frenchman that everyone loved and respected could not stand near one woman without his mind going wild with thoughts he could be thrown in prison for.

She prided herself on being Italian and was fiery in every way. She helped in the camp but not as a nurse. She was a spy and if she wasn't needed, she was aiding George Washington.

However, instead of cleaning up after him and running errands for him like Lafayette thought she did, he found out one day that she helped strategize most of his battle plans that Lafayette had happened to find very intelligent.
When he approached her and complimented her, he has said something that offended her and ever since that day, he couldn't figure out what he had done but he knew she didn't like him.

One night after the war was won, she was humming to herself in George Washington's kitchen. He had asked her to stay in America for some time after they had won but she had no place to stay so Martha offered her a place in their home. They had plenty of space for her.

Lafayette was invited that night to a dinner by George and his family but when he knocked on the door, the Washingtons were out in the town making his Italian infatuation the only one in the house.

She opened the door with a smile which immediately turned to a frown, "Buonasera," she said, moving out of the way so he could enter. Martha had told her about how Gilbert was going to join them.

Lafayette had to avert his eyes from her in her velvet dress and sit in a chair.
"Saranno qui presto," she said, going to leave the room.

Lafayette didn't understand her but he stood and said, "Wait. Please."
"Cosa," she said sternly in more of a demanding tone rather than questioning.

Lafayette swallowed as her native tongue smoothly slid off her tongue.
"What did I do?" he asked.

She narrowed her eyes and walked towards him with an accusing pointer finger and said in her strong accent, "You know what."

The Frenchman threw his hands to his hair and said, "No! I don't!"
She looked at him with a hateful glare that reminded him of a cat when it was angry at you for no reason.

"Please tell me," the marquis pleaded.

"Bene. You love this country more than your own," she said, crossing her arms.
Lafayette had never heard such a ridiculous reason.

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

She snapped, "Sì! Tu vuò fà l'Americano!"

"English please!" he shouted, unable to understand anything she was saying but the way her cheeks flushed as he grew angry certainly started to cause a bulge in his pants.

"You want to me American! You are not proud to be French, I have heard some of the things you have said! I want to help America too but I am an Italian and no matter how bad my own country gets, I will stand with Italia but you want to escape to America instead of fight for Francia!"

She looked to the floor in frustration and caught the cause of Lafayette's tight pants, "What is that?" she asked, pointing to his bulge.

Lafayette looked around, embarrassed and took one of George's pillows, pressing it over himself.

She looked furious and it only made Lafayette's frustration worse.

"I can't even be angry with a man these days! It's all about sex! If all you want is sex, I'll give you sex!"

Lafayette looked at her with wide eyes and slipped into his own tongue, "Quoi?"

She angrily pushed him back down on the chair and stood before him, "Questo dovrebbe essere divertente."

Chills ran down Gilbert's spine with every word that she spoke, her dress falling from her shoulders quickly revealing her body. She never wore corsets or any underclothes, just the dress and that was that.

His heart sped and his poor French body was going into overdrive as she pressed her lips to his neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt a few buttons down before undoing his pants. All he could do was sit under her completely helpless, he was convinced he was in a dream.

He groaned as she left a hickey just above where his uniform finished making sure it would be seen by his friends who wouldn't believe his situation.

He gasped when her warm and small hand pulled his erection from his pants, coated her hand in her juices, then pumped on his dick.

"Mon Dieu," he moaned as his hands held onto the arms of the chair.
The latina woman unexpectedly moaned as she watched his seed shoot onto her stomach.

Gilbert's grip on the chair loosened after he came but his knuckles only turned white once more as she sat down on him, throwing her head back and moaning his name.

She quickly rode him, using her fingers to wipe up the cum on her abdomen and suck them clean.

Lafayette's eyes were closed tight and his mouth was hung open as he whimpered in pure bliss.

Gilbert came and his hands moved to squeeze her hips and rub her clit as her body vibrated from her orgasm.
She smiled and exhaled, replaying their moment in her head.

"Do forgive me?" Lafayette asked, rubbing the red spots on her hips where he had pressed his thumbs.

She giggled and nodded, "Oui."