Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#83 Daveed~Damn Accent

Would you look at that? Smut (Requested on tumblr)

You groan slightly as the New York sun reflects off the surrounding buildings into your bedroom. You were fortunate enough to have a job that you could do anywhere and travel with your boyfriend, even when that meant across the country into the city that never sleeps. You roll over and try to bury your face in his chest, but he isn't there. You sigh and walk through the apartment, knowing that if he's not with you and the shower isn't running, he's probably making breakfast.

You slowly walk into the living room and smile slightly when you see him pacing around the room, talking to someone in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, I'll be there," he pauses for a second before continuing. "I've been trying to work on it. I just sound so stupid."

You walk over and wrap your arms around him.

"Fine. Fine. I'll work on it." He looks down at you. "I've got to go."

He hangs up then kisses your forehead. "Mornin', my love."

You smile. "I missed you this morning. I had to deal with the sun."

He chuckles before responding, "I'm sorry, babe. I'll be with you as soon as Lin stops calling so early."

"Y'know, if you just did the accent all day, I'm sure you'd have it down by tomorrow," you suggest.

"I sound like a fool."

"Whatever. I think it's sexy as fuck though." You turn on your heel and walk back into the kitchen. "I've got meetings all day, so please wait to practice until I get back."

You quickly eat before hopping into the shower. Just thinking of Daveed practicing that accent... Damn...

You slide on your jacket as you leave the apartment, giving Daveed a quick kiss. "See you at lunch. Bye."

"Au revoir."

You stop for a second. This man...

Your meetings go by much slower than you would have liked. At this point, you couldn't care less who was going to play the main character; you just wanted to listen to that damn accent.

"We'll finish this after lunch."

You quickly stand up and rush to the cafe where Daveed said he would meet you. You see him as soon as you walk in and sit across from him.

"Bonjour, mi amour," he greets. You suck in a breath, causing him to chuckle. "I take it you weren't lying this morning."

"Not at all."

He smirks and continues speaking with the accent. "Tell me about your day."

"Just the usual meetings. Talking about who would play Evan. I'm hoping for Zachary Levi, but I think I'm the only one."

The waitress sets the sandwich Daveed ordered for you in front of you. "He would be perfect for Evan. And Valda?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet."

"What a shame..."

"What about you?"

"Had my last costume fitting."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They wanted me to keep the costume and get used to it. It's rather tight."

You bite your lip, causing him to smirk. "You want me to wear it for you?"

"Fucking please."

He winks. "Whenever you want."

You toss a twenty dollar bill on the table and stand up. "Then we're leaving now."

"Don't you have-"

"Fucking Benedict Cumberbatch can play the part. I don't care."

He chuckles and follows you out of the cafe and hails a taxi. He rests his hand on your thigh, whispering in that damn accent.

As soon as you get back to your apartment, Daveed presses your back against it and starts kissing you roughly. You gently push him away. "Put on the fucking costume."

He smirks and walks away. "As you wish."

It isn't long before he comes out of your bedroom wearing his full costume. This is probably the only time you have been interested in foreign aid. "Damn," you whisper.

He walks over to you. "Do you like it, mi amour?"

"Oui, Marquis de Lafayette," you respond, mentally kicking yourself for not taking French in school.

He chuckles and kisses you roughly, pushing you back onto the couch. You tangle one of your hands in his hair and start sliding his jacket off with your other. He wraps his arms around you, unzipping your dress and slides it off your body, kissing down your neck until he gets to your breasts. After taking your bra off, he cups one of your breasts, flicking his thumb over your nipple and takes the other one in his mouth. You moan loudly and unbutton his shirt. He breaks away from you just long enough to throw the rest of his clothing in the pile with yours.

"Ready, mon cheri?"

You nod your head. "Please..."

His lips move to your neck, as he slowly enters you. You moan and throw your head back in pleasure. His hands roam your body, just like they have countless times before, as he thrusts into you.

"Fuck," you whimper, "I'm close,"

"Me, too," he groans, not losing the accent, sending you over the edge. You cry out loudly and hold onto his shoulders.

He rides out your orgasm before pulling out and coming on your chest. You both steady your breathing, as he lays down next to you, kissing your forehead. You smile and curl into his chest.

"Je t'aime."

"You and that damn accent will be the death of me."

(A/N: Hope that was okay! I feel like it was sloppy. Sorry! In other news, I'm auditioning for a choir thingy, so if you could check out my tumblr (hamilton-canyouimagine) that would be great. Give me feedback! Love you!)