Hamilton OneShots

It's Okay To Cry Thomas ~ Jamilmads

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Thomas timidly walked into Washington's office, he had been called in a few minutes ago and hesitantly obeyed his boss' request. It was hard for him to trust his boss' intentions after the previous incidents that had occurred in the workplace. You see, Washington had been sexually harassing and abusing Thomas, so trust had gone out the window. His eyes peered around the room before making shy eye contact with Washington. Thomas whimpered softly and looked down quickly.

"M-Mr. Washington, y-y-you wanted t-to see me?" Thomas stuttered. It wasn't his fault, he had been stuttering his whole life, it was a speech impairment he developed at a young age, of course, his lack of trust with Washington only made it worse.

"Thomas, I've told you to look at me when you speak, and please try to contain your stutter," Washington stated firmly. Thomas' eyes darted up to meet Washington's, he looked at him as if he were mere prey staring into a predator's eyes. That's basically what he was anyway, a mere target for Washington, a shy, innocent man whom he could take every bit of advantage over.

"Y-Yes sir... I-I'm trying to..." Thomas mumbled quietly.

"Speak up Thomas, I want to hear your voice," Washington insisted, all the while staring him down. Thomas' lip quivered slightly, he was trembling, though it was barely noticeable. He was standing at the door, and Washington was behind the desk, so he was unsure why he was so scared. If he had to, he could run out quickly, but Washington had threatened to fire him if he didn't listen or be obedient. Thomas cleared his throat before speaking.

"S-sorry sir... I-I said I'm trying to," he managed to say a little bit louder. Washington sighed and stood up, causing Thomas to tense up and look down. He could feel Washington's eyes burning through him, it was very unnerving, to say the least. Thomas tensed up further when Washington walked right up to him, he continued looking down at Washington's feet until he felt a hand on his chin, and his head was forced to tilt up and stare into the eyes of his boss.

"You are so pretty when you're scared... Oh Thomas, you have no idea what I want to do to you... The things that come to mind just make me want to tear these clothes off you," he whispered menacingly into Thomas' ear. Thomas whimpered and held back tears of fear when Washington leaned forward and pressed his cold lips to Thomas'. Fear swallowed him entirely as he stood there afraid, not wanting to move. Washington growled softly and put more force into the kiss, shoving Thomas forward into the door, causing it to slam shut with the poor man leaning on it helplessly. Thomas squeaked when Washington lunged forward and kissed him more hungrily now, his hands flew straight to Thomas' waist, sliding under his shirt and grazing over his skin. A soft, helpless cry escaped Thomas' mouth as he tried to slip away, only to have his hands pinned above his head by Washington's strong arms.

"You better stay quiet while I do this, you know what happens if you cry, or scream, or do anything that would make anyone come in here and save you. Do you understand me, Thomas?" Washington growled darkly. Thomas nodded with a whimper, Washington smirked and looked at him with wanting eyes.

"Good, now strip and bend over my desk like a good boy," Washington demanded. Thomas nodded and obliged sulkily. Slowly, under the predatory eyes of his boss, he took off his clothes. His dignity crumbling into a million pieces as he took off everything, revealing his body, one of the many things he was insecure about. Washington was like this, he often forced Thomas to show his insecurities to him. It was a thing that psychopaths just knew how to do, tear you down from the inside and slowly manipulate you. That was his plan anyway, manipulate Thomas into loving him. Thomas stumbled over to the desk and bent over, holding himself up by his elbows, soft tears cascading down his face. His tears turned into a waterfall when he felt Washington get behind him, and press the tip of his member against his entrance.