Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Cool Dude (Jeggy Smut)

Requested by AbbieHerring9

John figured he was a cool dude. He got into a lot of hobbies and interests, he talked in what he thought was a thought-provoking manner, he had a lot of dreams and goals, and he knew for a fact that he had a future. He never really spoke out of turn and he was a good listener and responder, his mom all but forced him to be that if nothing else. He was very close to finishing his degree, he had an apartment for himself, and he had started a small bakery with his four friends.

However, no matter how cool of a dude he thought he was, this moment in time was one in which he was unsure how to react. John had gone on a walk earlier with his girlfriend of eight months and somehow just her smiling face and the wind tossing her hair as she giggled made him...well...

Well, Peggy was in the kitchen making them both dinner as he sat in his office chair, having told her he was finishing up a chem paper. He actually had his jeans down to his ankles and his hands wrapped around himself, his shirt pulled up so he could bite the collar. He squeezed his eyes shut and huffed, pumping his hand as he remembered his girlfriend's beautiful face. She was absolutely gorgeous but more than that, she had the sex appeal of a goddess. Her complexion, her smile, her hair's curl, her body's plump curviness, he loved it all.

He moaned quietly in frustration, throwing his head back and mumbling her name under his breath, how did he get such a woman to be his? He was so caught up in himself and his thoughts that he almost missed the door open but it was too late for him to react. Now, the two of them weren't strangers to each other's bodies, but it didn't help his rapid embarrassment.

"John?" Peggy's face slowly tinted pink as she registered the situation, "What..." She trailed off and looked at him with her wide brown eyes, "U-Uhm dinner's done?" She shifted and looked down to avoid his face.

John tried to ignore his blush but it was useless, "I-I-I see..." He realized at that moment that he had a few choices on what to do and how to proceed from there. He decided that he was, in fact, a cool dude and he could handle this, "Well...I don't know about dinner but can I eat you?"

"John!" Peggy squeaked, the pink hue of her cheeks flaring red in an instant, "Don't tease me like that!" She shouted and grabbed the door handle, poised to open the oak piece. John got up in an instant, somehow pulling his pants up in that time, before caging Peggy against the door.

"Who said anything about teasing, babe?" He drawled and pecked her lips quickly, "I'm being serious. I'm sure whatever you cooked is brilliantly made but all I can think about is tasting you~" Admittedly the phrasing was terrible, it was still a good one-liner to make up on the spot.

Peggy set her hands on his shoulder hesitantly, "Don't say shit like that when you have a turtle hoodie on." She teased and got closer, breathing on his bottom lip, "Maybe you should take it off."

"You want it off? It's off," John mumbled and yanked it off quickly before turning Peggy around and setting her on the desk. He slid down as she laid down, letting him pull her panties off, his head under her skirt in an instant.

John couldn't have felt more bliss at being squeezed by Peggy's thighs, kissing her womanhood before sliding his tongue into it, reveling in her whining as he slowly licked around her, "Goddammit John just fucking do it!" She cried after almost five minutes. He chuckled and listened to her, exploring her roughly, tasting, and appreciating. He loved the noises she was making and wanted to make her make more, using a hand to rub the special nub above her entrance.

Peggy turned to her side a little and John adjusted her legs to help before pulling away and standing up, "That was fun." He leaned over her, kissing her cheek, "But I can't make you cum just yet. Then you'd be too sensitive, lean over the desk." She rolled her eyes but did what he asked, getting up and letting him pull her skirt past her hips before holding her love handles, "You ready?"

Peggy nodded shakily, biting her lip a little. She hadn't even neared her finish earlier when he was just licking her and now he was going to take her. She looked over her shoulder as he entered her, "Why are you naked but I'm almost fully clothed?"

"Because your outfit looks cute..." John mumbled and before she could respond he thrust into her, making her yelp as the desk scooted a little, "Whoops that was a bit strong, wasn't it?" Peggy huffed in response, "I'll take that as a yes." He mumbled before starting to thrust more.

Peggy planted her shoes on the ground so the desk wouldn't move anymore as John set a pace. She could feel each movement he made and she felt like she was going to reach her orgasm before she planned to. John's movements made her feel like fire as he went harder, deeper, and her position made it feel better. He had her pinned, she decided to lift one leg up to the desk while her other stayed down which allowed him to get deeper inside her.

She lifted her head a little and John began sucking on her neck, pulling her hair a little, "Fuck...John you're making me want to-" She moaned and knew the spot he was at now sported a purple circle, "Please-"

He picked her up by her thighs, resting her back against his chest, as he thrust up into her, "Go ahead." He mumbled, biting the back of her neck. Peggy leaned forward and squealed as she felt herself convulse before squirting, something she hadn't done before.

John held himself for a few more moments before pulling out and cumming on her ass. He slowly set her down and she slid to her knees, "You always make me sore...also-o my skirt is dirty you dick..."

"You can buy a new skirt, I can't buy a new place for a kid," John replied sarcastically before helping her up, "Come on. Let's go eat dinner." He said and kissed her cheek lovingly before letting go and getting dressed.

"I can wash it," Peggy groaned before heading to the door and opening it for them, "Also I made ravioli."

"Fuck yeah!"