#smdr x reader

[thenonsenseuniverse]

Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets pt 5

Hamilton Modern Au Thomas Jefferson x Reader Hamilsquad x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7 Summary: For your first mission, you find yourself face to face with a familiar enemy, but also making a new friend. You weren’t sure what Thomas had in store, but after your day at the cafe, maybe a little distraction wasn’t a bad thing.

         Thomas glanced worriedly at you as he began the drive back to the mansion. You were scarily silent, and your emotions seemed to be flickering between angry, sad, and regretful. He knew that today would be hard for you, and he expected you to be upset like this for the next couple of weeks. Heartbreak wasn’t an easy thing to get over and he respected that. However, he didn’t like seeing you so upset because of that group of idiotic baboons. You needed a distraction. 

“I was thinking,” Thomas began, stealing your attention away from the rainy window. “You’ve seemed to pick up on your training fairly easily. So how about when we get home, we set up your first mission?”

You frowned at Thomas’ words. “F-First of all the mansion i-isn’t my ho-home. I have my ow-own dorm.” Jefferson smirked at your sass. It was one of the things that made him decide to bring you into the team. “Sec-condly, I don’t th-think I’m ready. I could b-barely hold u-up against th-the boys today.”

He nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s to be expected though, Darlin’. Those boys were your friends for nearly a year, of course they’re gonna be your weak spot. What you need is a way to vent out your emotions. I bet you haven’t had a full night of sleep since they’ve left you.” He took your silence as affirmation to the statement. “It won’t be anything too hard, just something to get your mind off of those dimwitted morons.” 

You instinctively tensed at the insults being thrown at your ex-best friends. They may have hurt you, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t still care for them. You knew they weren’t even close to being morons. In fact, they were some of the smartest people you had ever met. 

You suddenly realized that this was exactly what Thomas was talking about. No matter what they did to you, you were still defending them, and deep down you still desperately wanted to crawl back to them and let them hold you again. You wouldn’t let that happen. You weren’t going to let them hurt you again. 

With a sigh and a stir of your drink, you gave into Jefferson. “You’re r-right. Let’s do this.” Jefferson simply grinned and continued to drive, the car fell quiet once more for the remainder of the drive.

   James placed four mugs of tea on the center table of what the boys called the ‘info room’ as you sat down to discuss your first mission. “Something easy, huh? It’ll also have to be someone who deserves it.”

You rose an eyebrow at that statement. “W-Wait. I thought we ag-agreed that I wasn’t h-hurting anyone.” 

Thomas sighed. “That’s right, you don’t want to be involved in the fun part. Alright then, someone we can use to our advantage. Someone who we can give leverage that will become handy in the future.”

“There’s Maria. We did just dig up dirt between her and Hamilton, but she’s still in that abusive relationship with James Reynolds. A friend who understands just might be what she needs to finally give her the strength to leave him. After that, I have strong feeling that she’ll blossom rather quickly, and can be another insider for us.” Aaron explained, pointing to the picture of the girl who’s folder he had hung up yesterday. 

James nodded in consideration and took a drink of his tea. “True, but that’s going to be one messy, and long case once we do decide to open it. I don’t think Y/N emotionally ready for that right now.” 

You opened your mouth to argue with him but closed it when you realized he was probably right. This was the second time they had associated this woman with Hamilton and you weren’t ready to deal with anything involving the boys right now. Work was hard enough.

“I was thinking something more along the lines of Peggy Schylur,” James started throwing the file onto the table. “A politicians daughter, and sister of two of the most popular girls in school, yet lives in a cloud of loneliness. She’s constantly in her sister’s shadows and is always forgotten. It’d be easy to get her on your side, the harder part would be earning the other two trusts. Eliza, and especially Angelica aren’t exactly the most trusting of folks, but they know a lot of information on a lot of people, and goodness knows they love to gossip. The only downside is that the older two Schylurs have been seen frequently with the Hamilsquad.”

You looked at the girl in the picture. In two out of the three picture laying in front of you, she was alone and had a small frown on her face. In the other one she was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She needed someone to be there for her, and you could be that person. You also knew she needed someone who was her friend not because of some mission, but because they truly wanted to be there with her. 

“I’ll d-do it.” You said crossing your arms and leaning back into your chair. “But not as a-a mission. I kn-know people like P-Peggy, hell I’ve b-been one of th- them. She doesn’t s-someone pret-tending to be her f-f-friend just to use her. She needs a gen-genuine relationship, none of this faking bullsh-shit.” You the look you were giving them, told them that this wasn’t up for discussion. You refused to play with this poor girl’s heartstrings.

Thomas chuckled. “Your empathy is just what this team was missing.” He clapped his hands and pushed off the table to roll across the room on his rolly chair. He unpinned a file and came back. “But that means you still don’t have a mission. What if we give you one that doesn’t help someone, but doesn’t necessarily help them either?”

You frowned in confusion. “What d-do you mean?”

Jefferson slammed down a thick file with a crown stamped onto it onto the table. “ ‘King’ George Frederick the Third. A snotty brat who moved here from England about five years ago, and thinks that he rules the school. He has two people who he trusts more than anything, that being Samuel Seabury and Charles Lee, however, he does have some sway on a lot of people within the campus, especially the teachers. We need an inside man on his affairs and the different things that he plans. We also happen to know that he’s taken an attraction to our little Y/N here.” He set five picture onto the table, all of the had George watching, or walking towards you. 

You could feel your nose scrunch up in disgust. You’ve had many encounters with George since your first introduction. True, he was charming, but he was also extremely cocky and always seemed to be giving unwanted opinions on everything around him. Perhaps those opinions were precisely the type of things Jefferson wanted you to get through. You’d have to be careful not to snap at him, but maybe a little fire could help in this situation. It’d be easy to get to him. The King and his posse somehow managed to find you alone at least once a week, and would always try to talk with you before the squad could return. 

“Basically you n-need me to g-get close to him f-for information?” 

James watched you worriedly, as he took another sip of his tea. “Are you sure this is the best idea? I don’t trust Geoge and his obsession with Y/N shouldn’t be something we play around with.”

You gave James a small smile. “It’ll be f-fine. I’ll be c-careful. Besides, if someth-thing happens, I kn-know you guys c-can get him b-back.” 

Aaron nodded. “We need some insight on George. He’s powerful and gets away with too much. We need dirt against him.”

Madison narrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “I don’t like it, but your right. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can take him down.”

Thomas grinned a scarily pleased grin. “Great! Now that we’ve agreed, Y/N you have to remember that George was attracted to your small, shy, weak self. He needs to think that he is in control at all times, and you need to act the part. If that means coming back here to drink and vent to us every week, then so be it. You have to timid, and quiet. A little praise every now and then wouldn’t hurt either.” Thomas flipped open the file to what looked like a calendar. “According to his predicted schedule, George and co. should be at the library until seven. If you head there alone, I have no doubt they’ll approach you. Focus on them today, and maybe even tomorrow. You can start on Peggy later.”

Your eyes widen at the information. You were actually doing this. You were actually going to spy on someone just so you can use them for information. You took a sip of your tea, and a deep breath before smiling up at the boys. “Then I guess I b-better get changed.”

    You sat down at one of the library tables now dressed in an oversized, pale blue sweater and black skinny jeans that were ripped at your knees. You figured it gave off the perfect balance of cute but ‘leave me alone’. You pulled a book out of your messenger bag and peeked over the top of it at a nearby table. George and Charles were talking up a storm while poor Samuel seemed to be struggling to work on something. 

Now that you had your target on sight you began to read, only occasionally looking over at them to see if there were any changes. This continued for about half an hour until you looked up to see George’s eyes already staring at you. The British man smirked and singled for his group to rise as they approached you. 

You forced a blush to rise your cheeks, and shrunk into your book as if your embarrassed to be caught. “It looks like someone finally gained an interest in the king.” George laughed as he sat down across from you.You felt your face become even more red, out of anger of course, but he didn’t need to know that. “Have you finally come to your senses, little mouse?”

You shyly looked up at him. “I-I-I was-.” You paused and bit down on your lip before sighing. “I-I’m sorry for bothering you. Y-You guys j-just looked l-like you were having f-fun, and-” You let out a sad chuckle as you fiddled with your book. “That’s s-something my l-life’s been l-lacking lately.” 

George’s eyes widened as if he realized something, and fake pity suddenly covered his face. “That’s right. Those mean boys left you didn’t they? Poor thing, you must be so lonely.”

You let a hurt expression cover your face, as you looked down at your hands. “I-I-I’m fine.” You forced your voice to crack on the ‘fine’ and let your bottom lip tremble as if you were about to cry. 

George took you into his arms and shushed you as fake sobs and tears flowed out of you. “There, there, Love. It’ll be alright. No need to cry over those maniacs.” He pulled back and gently wiped the tears from your face. “Who needs them anyway when you could be with us?”

You blinked in confusion at them, used you baggy sleeves to wipe at your eyes. “W-What?”

He chuckled and looked down at you lovingly. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. But I couldn’t get near you with those idiots around. Come with us, and no one will dare to hurt you again. Everyone will love you.”

You allowed your eyes to widen with hope. “You m-mean that y-you’d take c-c-care of me?” You nearly winced at how desperate and defenseless you sounded.

“Of course. My friends only get the best, so once you’re with me you’ll never leave. You’ll never want to.” You began to worry at his words but quickly covered it with a timid smile. 

“T-That sounds a-a-amazing.” 

George smiled and gestured for Charles to gather your things. “Perfect. Well, we’re going out for lunch, and I insist that you join us.” 

On the outside, You nodded excitedly and allowed him to take your hand and lead you to his car.

But on the inside, you were already beginning to dread accepting this mission, and wonder if maybe Jefferson was using you the way you were using George. You could already see the similarities between the two interactions, and somehow everything began to be unclear. 

You flinched as George slammed the car door, and sat beside you in the back seat, with Samuel being on your left. He leaned forward to the driver and gave an address.

It was too late to go back now.

[obiwan824]

Artist- Poly! Southern Democratic Republicans x Reader

She continued to sketch, enjoying the sound of the pencil on paper. She studied the man once more before he walked by, making sure he was permanently engraved in her memory. Once she had a basic outline of his features, she stood up, hopped on her bike, and began to ride, shoving the sketchbook in her bag.

As she passed the man, hand in hand with another, he put out a hand to stop her. With a confused frown, and a nervous expression, Y/N braked hard, stepped off, and raised an eyebrow at the men.

“Can I help you, sir?”

He smirked. “Were you- drawing me?”

Her eyes widened, her fingers began to play with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry?”

“When I walked by earlier,” he explained, crossing his arms and leaning against the fence. The man next to him, who had been holding his hand, looked nervous and a bit upset. “You were drawing me, right?”

“Thomas,” the other man hissed. “Drop it, please, she's nervous.”

“No, it's okay,” Y/N assured him, though she was terrified. “Um, yeah, I was drawing you. I just- just saw you, and I got inspired, so- I'm really sorry, I can tear it out.”

He shook his head. “No, it's fine. Can I see it?”

She gave him a look of fear. “What?”

“Can I see the drawing, darling?”

 “It's- it's just a sketch...”

 The man called Thomas grinned. “Well then, darling, I'll just have to give you my number so I can come over and see it when you're finished.”

Her mouth fell open. “Oh, um- I- I- okay?”

Thomas reached for her phone, typed in his number, and let her do the same to his. Then he took the other man's hand again and smiled brightly.

“See you later, sweetheart.”

Y/N took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “Um- um, okay!”

She got on her bike and rode away, leaving the smirking man and his companion to continue their walk, with a blush on her face.

…

 Y/N took a couple of breaths and swallowed hard before texting the number he had given her.

 It's done.

A few seconds later, he replied.

Cool. Can I come see it?

She grinned despite herself before typing out an answer.

Yeah. Tonight at seven sound good?

Sounds great! Is it okay if I bring my boyfriends?

She frowned a bit, unsure what he meant.

Boyfriends?

I have two. Is that okay?

Yep! See you at seven!

See you at seven.

She reread the conversation, smiling and blushing a bit at his words, though she had no idea why. Her heart plummeted a bit at her realization that he was already in a relationship, but she quickly pushed her feelings away. For now, she tidied up the house, brushing off the kitchen table and making her bed. Y/N decided to prepare some food, figuring it would be polite, and made sure the drawing of Thomas was within reach.

When the doorbell rang, she grinned and ran to the door. She paused for a second before answering the door.

“Hi,” she said breathily, studying the men before her. Thomas was wearing his usual smirk, wearing a magenta outfit that made her raise an eyebrow. Next to him was the man she had seen before with cropped black hair and dark skin. He was tall and obviously strong. The last man was the shortest, and although he seemed nervous, he offered Y/N a smile.

“Um, want to come in?”  She let out a nervous laugh, gesturing for them to come in.

Thomas led his boyfriends, holding the taller man's hand and placing his free hand on the shorter one's back.

“I'm Aaron Burr,” the shortest man said suddenly, shaking her hand. She smiled.

“James Madison,” the other introduced, doing the same as his boyfriend.

“I made some food, just in case,” she said nervously, leading them to the couch.

Thomas smiled. “Thanks!”

Y/N went to go grab it, setting it on the table, before reaching for the drawing and handing it to Thomas. The men gasped, Thomas looking excited.

“Wow,” James exclaimed, taking the painting and studying it. “This is incredible!”

“It's amazing,” Aaron agreed, giving her a sweet smile that melted her heart.

Thomas nodded in agreement. “It looks just like me!”

“You can keep it,” she offered shyly, and his face lit up.

“Really?” Thomas grinned. “Thanks! This food looks great, darling.”

She blushed. “Thank you, I made it.”

“Very talented,” Aaron commented, making her giggle.

She sat down, letting them have the couch, but Thomas quickly pulled her over to them. They all laughed, and she felt her walls coming down. Slowly, she came to enjoy their company. She was surprised at her joy when James suggested they watched a movie. Y/N was overjoyed to have them stay longer.

…

“Look!” she cried, pointing to the painting on the wall with a huge smile. “There it is!”

Thomas wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him with a proud smirk.

“It's beautiful, darling,” he commented. “You did it.”

James quickly walked over, kissing the top of her head. Aaron, who wasn't one for public affection, squeezed her head affectionately.

“I'm so proud of you,” James told her.

Aaron nodded. “Your art's in the gallery!”

“Not only that,” she said softly, kissing all of her boyfriends' cheeks. “But I have the best boyfriends in the world.”

 As the three boys beamed at her, she knew she had made the right decision in joining their relationship- what girl wouldn't want to be surrounded by a group of boys who all loved her?

“And we have the best girlfriend,” Aaron said sweetly, kissing her forehead.

 “The best cook,” James added.

 Thomas tightened his hold on her. “And the best artist. I'm so proud of you, darling.”

She snuggled into his side, happier than ever. Although she happy to have her art hanging in the museum, she was happier to have her boyfriends by her side.

They could face anything together- she had her boys, and that was enough.

[onelastfic]

Overtime at the Office (SMDR x Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Democratic Republicans x Reader

AN: So part 2 is finally here! I tried my best to make it good and if I get enough positive responses I’ll do a part 3 (though I probably going to make one regardless). I tried to make it kinky as I could with what I had and stay true to the characters’ personalities. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!

WARNINGS: NSFW!!! D/S relationship, Toe Sucking, Submission, Spanking, Oral Sex, Rimming, Rough Sex, Tit-fucking, slight m/m, Language, Just overall smuttieness —————— You sat anxiously in a brown cowhide seat in Mr Jefferson’s office, James and Aaron were roosted on either side of you, their butts situated on the wide armrests. The entryway behind you opened and shut, the lock clicking into place. His delicate strides were peculiarly loud in the room as your nerves conveyed your body to a bizarre and destitute tremble.

Mr Jefferson strolled around before us and sat upon his work area.

“So, Teamwork…” he stated, and started to fix his tie, slipping it out through his neckline and grasping it. “(Y/N), you’ve been working here for about a year now. ” He grinned as he looked at you.

“Yes, sir.” you stated, wringing your hands. Your were still extremely horny, James and Aaron’s teasing still effecting you.

“I’ve been watching you, keeping a close eye on you, and you enjoyed what you saw. ”He gestured to James and Aaron. “Actually, I think we as a whole like what we see.” He looked from James to Aaron.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Thomas.” James said, beside you, Aaron nodded his own accord, a sly smile gracing his great looking features.

“Excellent, then what I propose, gentlemen and lady, is that we do a few ‘team-building’ activities concentrating on 'collaboration’.“ He grinned, leaning forward and running a hand along your jaw. You felt a uniquely pleasurable shiver go through your body.

“Is that all right with you, (Y/N)?” he asked, lifting your face to look at him. You smiled softly.

"That is fine, Mr Jefferson.” You stated, your voice trembling with energy. You could see the lump in his magenta pants from where you sat, it was essentially in your face.

“Good girl.” He chimed, straightening up and appearing to tower over you.

“Starting now, you will refer to Aaron and James as ‘Sir A & Sir J’ and you will call me ‘Master’, is that understood?” He asked you.

“Yes Si—Master.” You said, quickly correcting myself.

“If at any time you wish to stop, say the safe word, 'Election’. We’ll stop everything and make sure you are okay and after that you will be brought home.“ He pulled the silk tie through his hands, before he got a handle on the tie once more, pulling it through his hand and repeating the steps, as though he were euphorically foreseeing the night to come.

"This first exercise, will be one of trust.” He stated, pulling his tie tight and pushing ahead. Mr Jefferson wrapped it around your eyes, hindering your vision.

“You have to put stock in your colleagues and your manager to recognize what you require.” His voice talked near your ear. You gulped apprehensively and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Master.” You said, voice scarcely over a whisper.

“Now some matters need to be handled delicately………”

You heard and felt the developments adjacent to you as the men in the room started to strip. At that point warm hands grasped your arms, pulling you upright to your feet. You felt energized, somewhat uncertain yet at the same time you felt protected, confiding in the men around you and your own sensibility when it went to your very own solace levels.

You’re garments was gradually, alluringly expelled until you remained in your bra, undies, thigh-high leggings and high heels. Grateful mumbles escaped from the men as they appreciated your body. Fingertips kept running along the lines of your collarbone, down over the highest points of your bosoms. Three sets of hands touched the trembling skin of your arm and legs, the bends of your butt and bosom, running over the hard buds of your nipples that were still dressed by your bra.

You moaned as you felt lips wrap around one of your wet lace covered buds, while a tongue slowly continued running over the curve of your neck. Your right foot was raised and you felt the heel being removed, the stocking peeled down your smooth leg along with your panties.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt two hands, ones you greatly suspected belonged to whoever’s lips were on your chest, undo your bra, while a different pair of lips kissed your now uncovered foot, the tongue between them slipping out to lick your toes before the lips enveloped your big toe into his warm wet mouth.

You didn’t think that you’d ever have your toes sucked, let alone by the most attractive man at the firm. You never saw the appeal or pleasure of doing it. Holy hell were you wrong, it was such a debauched feeling, scores of stimulating shudders wound inside the lower part of your waist, traveling directly to your wetness.

You panted as the bra was pulled far from your body, the cool air from the workplace’s mechanical aerating and cooling unit making your nipples become harder with excitement. The hot mouth discovered its way back to its objective, sucking, nipping and tenderly gnawing at the hard bud that he had attended to with relish. You shuddered as the mouth at your neck brushed his teeth along your skin, hitting a tender place that made your pussy weep and want.

The man’s hands palm your breasts. He tweaks both your nipples, then soothes. Harsh, then gentle. You’ve done rough, and you’ve done sweet, but never so close together. His soft touches tells you that your surprise expression was noticed. Then he twists harder, pulls at your stiffened peaks until you gasp.

“Lovely,” he rumbles. To escape the pain, you strongly hold the desk’s edge…And it turns him on. It’s sick. Twisted. You love it. He does it again. Your face is burning from the pain, and when your mouth opens in a wordless cry, someone sticks his tongue in your mouth and kisses you.

Whoever it was, he was a good kisser. Soft lips, a firm tongue. Not too wet… just enough so that his tongue slides smoothly between your lips. He explores your mouth, and you moan. Heat races to your center, wetness building. You feel it dribble out of you, and then hands are there, touching your slit, which is accessible because of your pose and groan as each mouth drew your body into a free for all of sensation. The mouth on your neck climbing to your ear.

“……Then there are situations that require a rougher touch to get the point across.”

You hear a slight metallic clank.

“Hold her down,” Jefferson commands, and soon paw-sized hands wrap around your wrists. You frantically look around, silently pleading, but the tie is still covering your eyes, so you couldn’t tell what was happening.

There’s a high whistling sound, and then the belt’s strap smacks across your buttocks. For a moment you didn’t feel anything.

And then the pain hit.

It didn’t hurt that bad, but then the second strike came, a second scream—louder but less surprised—then your wrists were released .

“You will be fucked so damn hard, (Y/N). We’ll make you come so hard and so much that you’ll learn the importance of the word 'cooperation’.” Mr Jefferson ground in your ear. His words making you shudder in sensual expectation.

“Yes… Master… ” You mumbled as you felt his hand come to down, stroking your free breasts, you shook as his hand traveled down over your stomach to the space between your thighs where he slipped his fingers over your sensitive wetness. You heard his moan of gratefulness thundering through his chest while James’s and Aaron’s wet tongues proceeded with their strike on your feet and breast.

“Fellows, we should really get our little sub set up, shouldn’t we?” he stated, running his fingers over your pussy as you groaned your thankfulness.

You were picked up and laid flat on Mr Jefferson’s desk. Your bare skin taking in the coldness of the wooden work area, and heating it with your own inner warmth. Your stinging rear end and wetness left hanging over the end and feet planted the floor.

You felt solid hands lift your hips so that your feet were elevated with just your toes touching the carpet. You felt hands massaging along your back and over the round cheeks of your butt. The touches emitting shudders and shocks of painful pleasure through your body, you groaned, just to be quieted tenderly with a stroke of your hair.

“Quiet now, darling. Let us get to the main event.” Mr Jeffer–Master said.

“Sir J and Sir A will deal with you for some time, while I watch. Then I can have my time with you.” Master’s voice floated away from you as his strides pounded delicately on the floor. You could hear him take a seat on the cowhide seat that you had possessed not ten minutes back. Your hands were taken and tied behind your back, Aaron pressed his lips against your shoulder.

“Let us know if it’s too much or if you want us to stop, (Y/N)… ” he whispered, then drew his tongue over your delicate flesh. You’d had no clue that the three bosses were so dominant, it made your pussy throb with desire as you thought of all the depraved things they wanted to do to your body.

Something you’d never at any point thought you’d do was submit yourself to such sinful delight, but here you were, tied, bound, and twisted over your supervisor’s work area while he watched his two partners set themselves up to utilize you as their sexual plaything. And fuck if it wasn’t one of your most erotic dreams brought to life.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, amazed by the skillful tongue lapping at your wet folds. You yipped in delight and then let it transform into erotic pants as the tongue licked across your labia.

“How does she taste, A?” James asked, and you realized that it must be Aaron who was expertly eating you out and making your legs gooey.

“She has got the tastiest little pussy, J.” Aaron said, running his tongue along your folds again, similar to a man biting the dust of thirst and just your juices could keep him alive. You held your hands together as you groaned, the beats of sensation going through your clit up to your center and back once more, after the long tongue that dove inside your pussy.

You started to gasp and groan as you felt your peak rising.

You felt James moving behind your body, Aaron was stooping between your legs, his nose squeezed hard against the delicate skin of your pussy, while his tongue prepped your body. You could detect the warmth of his breath each time he inhaled out through his nose, he breathed in your sex profoundly with every inward breath. As though he was a man kept from oxygen, he took in your musk. You felt James’ warm hands press against your rear end cheeks, isolating them.

“Such a delightful, delicious looking ass… Remember how I said I would eat it, (Y/N)?” he asked, you could feel him dropping himself down so his face was level with your rear end while Aaron dragged his tongue from the base of your opening to the tip of your clitoris, pushing aside the hood with his tongue to uncover the touchy bud that settled there. You heaved and shouted out with enthusiasm as you felt the climatic surge building.

“Do you remember, (Y/N)?” James asked, his hand ascending from your cheek and after that catching a hard roar as he spanked you. Clearly demanding an answer.

“Yes… ” You ground out.

“Yes, What?” he asked, giving you another harsh slap.

“Yes, Sir J!” You shouted out. You could feel Aaron’s tongue plunging inside you, face-fucking your pussy with energy. You moaned as you felt everything tense up, your midsection, your pussy, your heart, in reality your whole accursed body was shuddering as you felt the climax work to its top.

Right as you came, you felt James’ tongue slide over your butt hole, and more shockingly, inside your ass. You shook wildly, riding the sweet delight as Aaron pushed you over the edge. Your juices spilling out of your sensitive lips and into his mouth, which he slurped at ravenously while James did as said earlier and ate out butt, his tongue slipping past the tight ring. You shouted out over and over as another moment climax tore through you.

Aaron gave your pussy one last lick before he got to his feet. James wrapped up as well, twisting his tongue up inside you and stimulating your insides.

He pulled away and you groaned with the misfortune of losing the touch of his tongue. You heard Mr Jefferson get up from the seat behind you, and quickly felt his strong hands on each of your butt cheeks.

You felt him stand over and run his unpleasant tongue over your back. “A remarkable little moaner and screamer, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt his hands trail along your back as he pressed his hard cock against your sobbing groin. You groaned, needing him inside you. You could feel his amazing size squeezing against your wanting crotch.

“Ahh, you need my dick do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice brutal with desire.

“Yes, please… ” You yowled.

“Please… what?” His voice had a tone of threat in it

“Please give me your dick, Mr Jeff—.” You said submissively. A belt wallops your ass again, three times in quick succession. You cry out again. “ Sorry….I mean, please give me your dick, Master.”

You felt his hands moving and heard his pants being unzipped and the ripping sound of a condom wrapper. The delicate hisses as he touched himself, expelling his dick from the confines of his attire, lining his cock up with your pussy. Relieved and desperate, you push your hips back; if Master is fucking you, he won’t be able to smack you with the belt.…right?

“Sir J, kindly set yourself up before her, you may take her breasts and use them while I take her from behind.” His words sent a shudder down to your center and your pussy started to sob in excitement once more. You felt the blindfold being removed and you squinted a couple times as the light returned to your eyes.

The workplace lighting had been turned down, outside the cityscape was excellent. Glowing signs and those of the workplaces where the cleaning staff were working were glowing bright. The windows were reflected somewhat, so nobody could see in and watch what you were doing, yet it felt shameful with simply the prospect that somebody may watch what the four of you were doing at the moment.

Your considerations ended up noticeably scattered when Mr Jefferson squeezed the tip of his dick against your passage and ran it through your wet folds, covering it with your juices. You shrieked out a he pushed forward, hard. Piercing you deep.

You felt him poke against your cervix as he hammered in with more force, his voice moaning behind you as James sat on the edge of the desk, your breasts squishing against his hardened rod.

You felt his hands stroke the outside bends of your tits, squeezing against them, squashing them against his dick. You panted as Mr Jefferson drove himself into you, pounding ceaselessly, his balls hitting against your clit as your breasts gave James a decent rubbing.

Aaron, not one to be forgotten, moved up over James’ body, bowing on the desk, his hands are on the back of your head, and slamming his cock into your open mouth. You barely have time to open your mouth before he slams his cock deeper down your throat. He’s even longer than you’d realized, and so deep that he’s cutting off your airway. Though your lips are stretched wide around the base, he continues to force himself into you.

You took it avariciously, your tongue licking at the head as each push of your master’s dick pushed your mouth further onto Aaron’s shaft. For a fast moment he pulls halfway out, then he slams home again. You don’t attempt to control your breathing; he’s not the only one who has aggressions to work out. If you can get him off in a minute or two, that’s perfect. He’ll be down and out, and you’ll regain some composure then.

Your plan was immediately thwarted by James’ hard dick pushing against your cheek, needing some consideration also. You could notice his manly musk just for a moment before Aaron hauls out and pushes your head onto James’ cock. He controls your head on, making you fuck James’ fast, then slow, then fast. Then he shoves your face onto his own dick again, and the sounds of male satisfaction fill the room.

Mr Jefferson slams you hard, forcing you even deeper onto James. All of these men are close to orgasm. You can feel it in Jefferson’s fucking, and you can taste it on the two cocks you’re being forced to suck in shift.

Then Aaron moves back. You weren’t able to see what he’s doing because James is schooling you on his dick. He was humongous and hard as steel. It was one the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen, bigger than your wrist. Mouthwatering.

Miraculously, you were handling three-quarters of it. Though you can’t take credit for it; he pushed himself in there. There’s nothing lovely or provocative about it. You were a choking, gagging mess, and your body continued going firm in frenzy, which made Jefferson fuck you much harder.

“Great job, (Y/N),“ James calms as he releases your head. However, before you can pull away, he tenderly strokes your hair. "Remain here,” he states. “Long as you can. Hold your breath for me, suffer for me.”

So you do what he asks, sucking softly on his cock, attempting to swallow. All that does is massage him further. While your inexperienced with kink at this level, the three men know precisely what they’re doing. They have every advantage. Your not powerless, but rather here, in Mr Jefferson’s costly office, encompassed by your flawless managers. Your… flexible. For security, all you have is single word.

You’d be defenseless before even one of these men, regardless of the possibility that they weren’t so strong. They’re capable, and they’re rich. They could get you, purchase your life, your reality. Or, then again they could take you the way they have, stripping you down, making you suck and fuck them, spanking you till agony swung to delight.

He holds you deep on his cock, and you can feel the softness of the plump head in your throat, the pulsing of the twisted veins, the rigidity of the long, curved shaft. Truth be told, he has a gorgeous cock, both to look at and to suck. And you suspect he knows how to use it, though you doubted you’d ever get to experience it beyond rough oral…until later.

Mr Jefferson pushed himself all the way into your smooth pussy, and he’s not moving. After a couple of minutes, whatever you can feel is the vibe of being full. It makes your legs tremble in expectation…and stress that he’ll stop.

You run out breath yet continue attempting to suck James. With him not moving, you can feel his heartbeat all around your mouth. That is how extended around him you are. You need to satisfy him. It’s the first run through in years that you’ve minded what another person considers, and there’s no clarification for it; not like you had a profound discussion that persuaded you that James ought to be somebody critical in your life.

It was all in the way he fucked your mouth, utilizing you, pushing you far past your limits however gently guarding you to make sure you’re okay.

You groan, realizing that the vibrations in your throat turn him on, push him nearer to the climax that will release both of you. Tears are running down your face. In the event that anybody had strolled in on us at this moment, they’d either start running, or be so damned stimulated that they’d be asking to join you.

Your salivation spilled out of your mouth as you proceeded with the exceptionally sloppy blowjob, behind you, Mr Jefferson growled, your still-bound hands reaching down to caress his abdomen, right above where his cock extended from his delicious body. He groaned harder and pumped with incensed surrender as your tits rubbed the wooden surface in a craze, you felt his cock stiffen, and after that felt his tongue lick your ear…

“Look at them! Look at what James and Aaron are doing while I fuck you!” He quietly commanded as he angled your face with his strong hands. You hadn’t realized that James was also making out with Aaron and pumping him as your mouth pleasured him…No wonder the moaning and groaning was so loud.

You had no clue that James and Aaron had that sort of relationship… it was indeed a night of disclosures. For every one of us.

Mr Jefferson slams into you so hard that you have to hold onto the desk. It makes your legs tremble as you tighten around him. He sputters out a moan as you shout out your climax. You felt his hot cum surging inside the condom, right as James’ voice joined in a rough thunder, his own cum spilling into your mouth. You gulped it down like a good little sub, groaning at the hot, musky taste of it. Aaron came all over your chest and his stomach seconds later. The sticky hot seed covering your skin.

Mr Jefferson pumped himself into you a couple of more times, draining his seed inside you before he hauled out and hurled the utilized elastic in the junk can beside his work area. His hands touching your trembling ass and helping you up. You shuddered with the sensations as your body descended from the peak. Even as James gradually hauls out of your mouth, you need to concede that you felt protected. He has faultless control.

“That was great,” he says. “Not a lot of people can take that much me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir J.” You say, massaging your soar jaw. “But can I have a breather please?”

Before you can ask for a breather or if they’re going for another round of debauchery, Mr Jefferson lifts you up and carries your limp body into his executive lavatory. Inside, it had a shower, which was obviously a perk of being the boss.

You lay in his solid arms, feeling secured and tended to while he turns on the hot water and sets it to an agreeable temperature. He washes your body, dealing with your pussy and ass, before he squeezed you against the tiles and runs his tongue between your ass cheeks once more. You feel his fingers circling the front of your body, slipping into your cunt as he gave you a good rimming.

Your groans were punctuated by little heaves of joy as he made you ride the rushes of rapture that he commanded from your body. When he had completed, he had you poor and aching once more, how much more could you be able to take from these men?

“Are you ready for some more?” Mr Jefferson asks from his position between your legs, his stubble tickling your inner thighs.

You were definitely willing to find out.

[thenonsenseuniverse]

Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets pt 4

Hamilton Modern Au Thomas Jefferson x Reader Hamilsquad x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4,  PART 5 , PART 6, PART 7 Summary: The squad begins to worry as the weekend passes and they still don’t hear any news from you. However, as Monday comes, it means it’s time to return to reality, and for Y/N that means going back to work and facing the boys.

     All four members of the Hamilsquad winced at the sound of the door slamming behind you. None of them dared to move from their spot for a solid 2 minutes. It was as if they were waiting for you to come back. 

“They’re not coming back, are they?” John muttered, starring at the spot where you once stood. 

“Shit,” Alex whispered quietly at first before his face paled with distress. “Shit! We fucked up guys! We fucked up really bad. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night! We were all supposed to laugh and celebrate, not tear each other part. Oh my god, what have we done?” 

Hercules placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently lead him to the couch so that he could sit. “We know, Alex. Calm down, we’ll figure something out.”

“Non.” Lafayette breathed as he sat down beside Hamilton. “ ‘e is right. We ignored d’em for two months. D’ey said d’ey were done, and I t’ink d’at d’ey meant it.”

John groaned and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. “If we could just get them to listen! This all just one big misunderstanding. I’m going to call, and try to explain everything.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket but was stopped by Herc snatching it from him.

“No, they need space. We need to give them tonight at least to cool down, and then we can reach out in the morning. We owe them that much.” The tailor smiled at them optimistically. “Things will turn out alright again, we just need to wait. You’ll see, we can work this whole thing out tomorrow.”

    Laurens sighed as he flipped the sign open sign for the coffee shop. He glanced at the clock as he walked back over to the guys. You were supposed to be here any minute now. “Do you think they’ll actually come?” He asked as he sat down on one of the bar stools.  

Lafayette shrugged as he pressed all the necessary buttons to turn on the various coffee machines. “Je ne sais pas. D’ey are scheduled for today, but I ‘aven’t ‘eard from d’em all weekend.” He paused in thought. “I am worried about d’em.” 

Alex scoffed as he threw back one of his four daily espressos. “Well, I say good riddance. They don’t care enough to listen to our side of the story, why should we care about them?” Even though he tried his best not to show it, everyone could tell that he didn’t mean a single word he had just said. The pain that was laced behind those words was too raw for it to be true. 

Hercules shook his head and counted out the morning float. “Come on, man. They have every reason to be mad at us. We screwed up. We basically shunned them for two whole months. We could’ve at least popped in once a week to say ‘hi’, or made some plans after work, but we didn’t. Now we have to pay the price.” 

Hamilton didn’t say anything in response. He only swallowed down another one of his espressos before beginning his cleaning routine for the shop. They all continued the way they would every other morning, only much quieter. As time passed, they continued waiting for your arrival. Even though you were now half an hour late, they all had hope that you were just stuck in traffic, or that the stormy weather outside had slowed you down. But there was still no sign of you. 

As the doorbell jingled, signaling the coming of another customer, Herc sighed from his place behind the counter and turned to face them. “Welcome to 1776, how can I help you to-” He stopped midsentence as he realized who he was talking to. “Y/N?!” 

There was no doubt that it was you standing in front of him, however, he was shocked to see that you had changed. Instead of your normal colorful outfits with playful prints, you were dressed more elegantly. You had on black jeans, that were rolled up past your ankles. An ivory colored, v-neck shirt was only half tucked into the pants, as the other hung loosely by your side. It was all covered by a long, cream-colored coat, that had a single black button for if you decided to close it. On top of all of that, it seemed that you had also dyed and styled your hair to be more modern. 

It wasn’t your appearance that threw them all off, however. It was the ice cold stare you were giving them, along with the distant aurora around you. You only rose an eyebrow in response to them before heading to the staff room to switch your jacket for your apron. 

John pointed to the door with a frown. “Is it just me, or did a Y/N, that absolutely did not seem like Y/N just come in?” 

As if to answer their question, you walked through the room towards the kitchen. “I’ll be b-baking.” You claimed as you went to do your job. But your voice lacked any of the emotion that it usually did. They waited until they could hear music playing before continuing their discussion. 

“I am...Confused.” Lafayette stated causing Alex to snort as he wiped down tables.

“You’re not the only one, Laf. That was not our Y/N. Our Y/N is constantly smiling and wears silly colors and shit. They were always joking around with us and hanging out here with us during the morning shift. There is no way that’s them.” 

Herc looked at the kitchen with a pained expression. “Their stutter’s back.” All the other guys fell quiet as he pointed out the small, but important fact. “They’re stuttering around us again.”

John groaned and placed his order pad on the counter. “Okay, something’s up. I’m going to go talk to them, see if I can straighten this whole thing out. Maybe I can get them to hear our side of things.” 

When Laurens walked into the kitchen you were already beginning to fold the dough for a fresh batch of croissants. He smiled as he remembered the day that they had finally convinced you to join their team of baristas. You were hesitant at first because you didn’t want to interact with strangers. But one day when you had the squad over for dinner, you gave them some homemade cookies, and after that, they basically begged you to bake sweets for the cafe. You had been apart of their daily routine ever since. 

“Hey, Y/N.” John greeted with a smile as he closed the door behind him. You looked over your shoulder at him but said nothing. “I... um... I like your haircut.” 

You felt your heart scream at you to hug him, or tell him it’s okay, or anything, but you had to remember Thomas’ training. These boys don’t want you. They were only using you. You sighed and turned to face him. “What do you want John? I’m trying to work.”

He held his hands up in defense at the sharpness of your voice. “I didn’t come in here to fight. I just wanted to talk, you seem...different.” 

You scoffed and turned back to your dough. “Oh, d-do I? Are you sure th-that I didn’t j-just change during th-the two months wh-where I apparently didn’t exi-exist?”

John quickly went over to your side in an attempt to get your attention. “Y/N, please. We are so so sorry for what we did to you. But you have to believe me, that it’s not what you think. It’s-”

You closed your eyes in frustration and threw the ball of dough into a bowl. “Please, I don’t want to hear it. I had a really hard time this weekend, and I just want to forget about it all.” You grabbed some flour to start on a new batch of cookies, as you heard the doorbell chime. “You have customer, you need to get back to work.” You finished coolly. 

Lauren’s mournfully nodded and left you to do your work. He walked over to Lafayette to help him prepare orders for the customers that were beginning to come in. The french glanced at him and frowned. “I take it d’at it did not go well?” John shook his head, causing Laf to sigh. “We will ‘ave to try again tomorrow. We ‘ave to believe d’at we can get d’em back.” 

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow and was filled with longing glances towards the kitchen. You only left your workspace to re-fill the sweet racks and did a minimum amount of talking with the boys. It was hard, and a part of you just wanted to cave in an forgive them. At those moments you thought of Thomas and knew that you were doing the right thing. 

Five minutes before closing, the door rang once again, and Alex groaned when he saw who it was. Thomas Jefferson. He wanted nothing more than to go up to him and tell him to get the hell out. That and rip a hole in that tacky magenta leather jacket of his. But he knew he had to keep his cool if he wanted to keep his job. 

Jefferson walked up to the cash and grinned at Hercules. The man glared at him. “What can I help you with?” He gritted out. All of the Hamilsquad, excluding Lafayette, hated this man. He was always sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, and although no one knew exactly what it was, they knew he was up to something at all times. 

“Now Hercules, is that any way to talk to a paying customer?” Herc clenched his teeth at the rich man's tone. Lafayette quickly intervened and took over Mulligan's post before a fight could break out. 

“What can I ‘elp you with, mon ami?” 

Jefferson looked up at the menu and nodded. “I’ll take a tall, non-fat, latte with caramel drizzle. Oh! And a tall, iced, white chocolate mocha with two pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup.”

Each of the boys frowned at the second order. That was your coffee order. It didn’t matter if it was -40 out, you would always get your iced white chocolate mocha. When Alex first saw Jefferson here, he was angry. He thought that he was only here to mock and tease him. But now he was suspicious. Lafayette nodded and wrote the names onto the cups before handing them to Hercules to make. 

Thomas leaned against the counter and played with his phone as he waited for the drinks. For the first time that day, you walked out of the kitchen without a tray of sweets in your hands. The squad watched in confusion as you marched up to Jefferson with confidence. You stood in front of him and glared up at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What are you d-doing here, J-Jefferson?” The boy's eyes widened at the snarl in your tone. 

Jefferson looked down at you with an unimpressed look for a solid minute, before cracking into a grin, and ruffling your hair. “I have to admit, that one was pretty good. We just got a work on that stutter of yours.” 

You pouted, threw your arms by your side. “I c-can’t help it! I swear I-I’m cursed or s-something.” Thomas laughed again.

The squad stared at the two in shock. You had barely said a word to them all day, and when you did it was extremely cold hearted. But then Thomas Fucking Jefferson walks in, and suddenly you’re back to your normal self. “I’m sorry,” Alex interrupted with a confused chuckle. “But how do you two know each other.” 

The cheerful energy around you was gone in a flash, and you opened your mouth to reply, but Thomas beat you to it. “Y/N and I are close friends. “

John laughed loudly at this and came to Alexander’s side. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure we would’ve known if our best friend was speaking with the likes of you.” 

You sarcastically gasped at looked up at Jefferson. “You hear th-that, Tommy! Suddenly I-I’m their b-best friend again.” 

He smirked at your sarcasm and mentally congratulated himself on training you so well. “Is that so? Last I checked they had thrown you to the curb like you were trash.” Although his words were more directed to the boys than they were to you, they still hurt. 

Hercules growled and stepped forward. “Look, we never meant to hurt you. It’s all just one big misunderstanding-”

“That lasted two months?” Thomas scoffed and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders. “I find that unlikely. Lafayette silently slid the two coffees across the counter. There was anger in his eyes, but he knew better than to go up against Thomas. He knew what Jefferson’s business was, and he didn’t want to be caught on the bad side of it.  Jefferson passed you your coffee and gestured for you to go grab your coat. 

Once you left the room, he stared down the squad with unmasked glee. “Y'all screwed up by letting them go. Y/N is an amazing ally to have, but from what I can tell you wouldn’t want to be their enemy.” 

Hamilton snarled at him and passed John his mop. He stormed over Thomas and grabbed his jacket to pull him down to his height. “Now you listen here, you obnoxious, self-centered prick. I don’t know what lies you’ve been feeding them, but I am not about to let you steal our friend away from us.” 

Thomas smirked at him and pushed him away. “I can’t steal what’s not yours. You four lost them all on your own.” He wound his arm around you as you came back, and walked towards the door. He gave the squad one final mocking wave before taking Y/N and leaving. 

Once again the boys found themselves staring at a door you had just walked out of.  

“Shit.”