"Lafayette, you will give me that towel right now!" You yelled at your French boyfriend, who was just outside the shower curtain, teasing you with your towel. You loved him and all, but you really wanted to kill him. REALLY.
"Not until you say please, mon amour~" he flirted. This man had the audacity to flirt while you were naked and freezing?
"Fuck saying please, I'm calling the police!" You grabbed your phone from outside the shower, and called Hercules, your mutual friend.
"Hi! I'd like to report someone."
"Uhm.. (Y/N), what are you talking abou-"
"Yes! This man, this handsome baguette, has stolen my towel and won't give it back."
"...put him on?"
You did as Herc asked, giving your tall boyfriend the phone.
"Uhm... bonjour?"
"Laf... GET THAT PUSSY!" And with that, he hung up. Lafayette then banged his head against the hard wall.
You heard what Herc said, and of course, started laughing your ass off. You had thought of... doing it... with Lafayette before, but... that's pretty awkward to bring up in conversation.
"Will you give me my towel now?" You peeked your head out from the shower, the curtain blocking the rest of your bare body.
"If only you will give me a kiss, mon amour~" he wiggled his noice eyebrows, and smiles at you.
"Of course I'll kiss you, dumbass." You pulled your boyfriend closer to you, and gave him a quick, yet passionate, kiss on his lips. He gave you your towel and walked out.
You finished your shower shit, and made your way to your room, only to walk in on Lafayette with his shirt off. You examined his chest, your face ablaze.
"Like what you see~?" He sauntered over to you and picked you up, which you responded to with wrapping your legs around his waist. "I certainly do, you hot French fry!" You teased.
"Hmm... would you mind seeing more..?" He looked deep into your eyes, a serious look on his face.
You almost choked on air, your before flirty mindset turning... dirty...
"I-I mean... I...," You shied your face away. "I wouldn't mind at all..."
Your boyfriend then forced you to look at him, pulling you into a deep and powerful kiss. You gladly returned the offer.
"You know, mon amour, your pants look nice..." he had an oddly flirtatious look on his face.
"Thanks! I got them %50 off..!"
"They would look better %100 off..~"
... and with that, you lost all control.
~short time skip~
"COME BACK HERE AND LET ME HIT YOU WITH THIS FRYING PAN, YOU TWAT!" You yelled to your running boyfriend. He kept making the cheesiest jokes while you were having your intense make out session... and he may have made a few hickeys...
"ITS JUST BECAUSE I LOVE YOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
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Hamilsquad x Reader Inserts
FanfictionAll characters and the broadway show Hamilton belong to Lin-Manuel Miranda