in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

Chapter 14

a/n: this chapter is set after when ham meets john. you'll get an airplane ride and a pov from John after this chapter. WARNING- somewhat of a sexual encounter? idk how to describe it, hamilton is horny

alexander

Dear lord Jesus Christ our savior, please help this boy with my luscious Lexi dildo stuck up his ass not annoy the living hell out of me. I don't want to meet him, I have no desire to meet him. Please let him not be creepy, talkative, or an ass. He's probably someone with a perfect rich home life that's just horny twenty-four seven. I hate this already. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.

"Rule number one: No touching until day three. Rule number two: Don't be horny. Rule number three: Don't only talk about yourself you narcissistic bitch. Have I made myself clear, Hamilthot?" Maria grits her teeth at me.

I nod for the tenth time that day.

"Room seventeen-seventy-six."

I nod once more, walking towards the elevators. I suppress my groan that wants to escape my mouth, instead biting my tongue. Maria is still pissed at me. I don't care. Peggy wants to hurt me. I don't care. I don't want to meet him. The universe doesn't care. I press the button for the top floor which is the guest suite. I didn't feel like staying there this time so that's why I'm a floor below it. The ride is slow as I anxiously bounce my foot up and down. I swing the gift bag I have in my hand back and forth as the elevator comes to a stop. Here we go.

I walk out of the elevator to the room seventeen-seventy-six, my hand rapping on the door. I wait a few seconds before someone opens it. Damn.

His eyes were a hazel green, his hair light brown and pulled back into a high ponytail. Freckles littered his face like constellations on a pitch black night. His eyes widened as he realized who I was, and he immediately squealed and opened the door wider to let me in. He turned around to fix something on his desk, and that's when I saw his ass. Damn, okay. He was thick. Not as thick as me, but still thick. He eventually turned back around, much to my displeasure.

"John Laurens!" He stuttered, throwing his hand out for me to shake.

"Alexander Hamilton, at your service." I smile while accepting his hand-shake.

I hand him the gift bag, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet as he opens it. He first pulls out the dildo, then the vibrator, then the shirt, then the cologne. He thanks me profusely before putting everything back in the goodie bag.

"So what's the plan? We only have three days to spend together." He speaks.

"Well tonight we're going out to eat to a pizza place. Tomorrow is Coney Island, and the last day you get to shoot a scene with me." I explain, trying not to sound bored.

"Define scene." He splutters.

"I suck the freckles off of your dick, eat your ass out, and finger you all while you're hand-cuffed to the bed squirming around in my grip, all while someone records. I deadpan.

He nods silently, his face as red as a tomato. He begins to walk to the bathroom but I grab his hand, pulling him close to me. Welp, rule number one has been broken. I whisper in his ear before letting him go.

"If none of those three things sound appealing to you I'll gladly sit on your face. A kink of yours I presume?"

I smirk while he runs into the bathroom, but he nodded before doing so. I feel pressure against my thigh, so I look down. Rule number two has been broken. I sit down on his bed, crossing my legs together. I still want to tap that. Like, damn. I'm very happy about this meet and greet now. So is my friend. He's clearly very happy. John walks out of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow at my crossed legs. I smirk, obviously knowing he knows what's up. He flushes red, sitting down at the other side of the bed.

"Well, tell me about yourself." I say.

"Um, I'm John Laurens. You already knew that, fuck. Um, anyway, I live in South Carolina. I have a turtle even though I'd much rather have a bird. I literally drew a turtle once and look where it got me. I love food, you, and animals." He rambles.

"You can come sit in-between my legs. That is if you want to." I shrug. I'm really just horny. Pressure down there would be nice.

He blinks a couple of times before scooting closer to me. He plops down in-between my legs, scooting back to where his back is pressed up against my front. He leans back, so I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his breathing falter for a second before going back to normal. Heh. Good.

"Well, keep talking."

He starts rambling again, so I take the initiative to gently squeeze his waist, just to get a rise out of him. He stutters for a few seconds before going back to normal. I smirk softly, squeezing tighter. This time I hear a small grunt, so I drape my arms over his somewhat broad shoulders.

"Um, I plan on being a-a-a, a veterinar-," he interrupts himself as I squeeze again.

"Fuck, that feels nice," he mutters under his breath.

"What was that?" I smirk.

"Nothing."

I only hum, squeezing tighter once more. This time a small moan escapes his lips, and he flushes red. Mkay. That wasn't bad. I squeeze tighter again, this time eliciting a louder response out of him. Yeah, this is definitely what you do when you first meet someone. This time I squeeze again, but I hold it there, earning small moans and squirms. I'm very good at this, aren't I?

"Want me to stop?" I question, I may be a horny porn-star but consent is still key.

He only shakes his head, so I begin to play with his hair. I squeeze tighter in the process, him clearly trying to suppress sounds that want to come out. I smirk as I hear soft grunts and moans, those two things being music to my ears. I think he knows the drill by now, you tap out when you can't take anymore. I suddenly squeeze a lot tighter without warning, John yelping out a moan. I cover his mouth with my hand, stifling laughs. He relaxes, so I uncover his mouth. I eventually un-wrap my legs, scooting back. He sighs and a wet spot is clearly visible on his pants. Glad to know I'm the cause of that.

"I'm going to go back to my room. We're leaving at five-thirty for the pizza."

He nods slowly, obviously not coming through. I roll my eyes playfully before climbing on top of him. His eyes widen in surprise, so I ask if it's okay. He nods again, this time a lot more clearly. I grind my hips slowly, connecting our lips for a few seconds before the door swings open.

"John, I'm going out with Maria, call me if you-," Peggy starts.

I sit up on John's lap, smirking softly at Peggy.

Peggy nods, cracking her knuckles.

"You broke rule number one, bitch."

Then I was decked in the face.

Woo.