Could I please request a GWash x reader where people don’t realise they’re married and Ham/Tjeff says something that y/n disagrees with so she starts verbally decimating them? And GWash is just all smug and proud and comes up afterwards? Thank you!
“Darling are you ready yet? The carriage is outside waiting!” you heard your husband calling you from the front room.
You gathered your skirts and walked down the stairs, greeting your husband with a hug.
“I’m here George, have no fear. Now, shall we be off?” you asked him. He smiled at you and kissed your head, taking your hand and helping you to the carriage.
The winter ball this year was being held at the Schuyler estate.
“Isn’t Mr. Jefferson supposed to be home now?” you asked George as the carriage rumbled across the gravel.
“Yes, this is doubling as his official welcome home party if you will. I haven’t seen him in a couple years, he’s been off in France,” he told you.
“No doubt chasing women’s skirts,” you mumbled under your breath. George laughed and kissed your hand.
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too George.”
The ball was in full swing by the time that you got there that evening. George was immediately dragged away by some of his cabinet members and old friends. They stood in a corner discussing… whatever.
“Y/N!” you heard Eliza call as you walked over to your friends. “How are you?”
“I am just fine my dear Eliza. How are you and Alexander?”
The two of you chatted while everyone else milled around you.
All of the sudden you heard something that made your blood boil.
“Washington is not a very good president at all. He can’t do his job correctly.”
You spun around seeing a man in a frilly purple suit trash talking your husband.
“And you could do his job correctly? I mean this is the first time that anything like this has been around, give him a break!” you sassed him back.
He looked at you with a smirk on his face.
“Careful,” Eliza whispered to you. “That’s Thomas Jefferson.”
You didn’t care.
“So what if it’s brand new? Come on, he could work harder couldn’t he?”
“Work harder? You say he doesn’t work hard?” you questioned, feeling nothing but disdain for this man. “He won the war for us and didn’t want anything in return. But no you Mr. Jefferson, were too busy chasing women’s skirts in France to do anything about it. Maybe the only mistake George made was asking you to be his secretary.”
Jefferson huffed angrily.
“Who exactly are you, miss?” he said condescendingly.
“That ‘miss’ happens to be my lovely wife Jefferson,” an unhappy voice said.
The two of you turned around to see George glaring at Thomas.
“Mr. President I-”
“Stop. I don’t care what you say about me but please just leave my wife out of this. She doesn’t need it. Y/N are you alright?”
“I’m just fine George, you needn’t worry about me.”
He held you in his arms, staring at you with a loving smile. He gave your forehead a kiss and turned away.
“Come, let us dance.”
He lead you onto the dance floor, all of the past comments leaving your mind.
Alexander walks by Jefferson, smirking.
“Wouldn’t it be great to have Washington on your side?”
He tastes of desire, and his gaze is enticing.
One hand on their thighs. Stroking ever so slowly. The other on their jaw, keeping them in place. He deepens the kiss.
Quiet, save for the whimpers and the moans.
Their tongue puts up a fight, not wanting to give in so eagerly. He moans, while trying to hold his own. They begin smiling into the kiss, and he’s anticipating what they do next. Their hands slip under his shirt, and he can swear he’s not clearheaded anymore. At all. Their tongues aren’t fighting anymore, he’s given into them. Wrapping his arms around them, he tries to regain his footing. They aren’t going to let him have it. He gives up because “God, it’s so much better when they’re in charge.”
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A/N: An anon requested me to write a one-shot about shower sex with Kyle, but this kinda turned into a shirt fic….sooooo….here’s some smut for you bugs!!!
Kyle X Reader
You stepped into the bathtub, turning on the water. The hot water hitting your back made you sigh in pleasure and you leaned your head back. The sudden feeling of two strong arms gently wrapping around your waist made it even better. Smiling, you turned and kissed your boyfriend’s chest. “Hey, Kyle,” you whispered against his skin.
He hummed softly in reply, reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair as he lifted your face up and caught your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands immediately flew to his biceps, digging your fingers into them as he reached down and grabs your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
You gasped when your back was pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall. It took you a second to get over the initial shock of it, but once you did, the temperature difference drove you crazy. Kyle hungrily kissed down your neck, using his big hands to massage your soft thighs.
You couldn’t help but to moan at the feeling, and you ran your hands over his broad shoulders. “Ky…” You whimpered, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Baby, please, I need you."
"Already?” Kyle asked, smirking and chuckling.
You whined and leaned your head back against the wall as he leaned down to kiss your chest. He used one hand to hold you up, his other hand moving to squeeze your breast. Kyle’s mouth made quick work with one of your nipples, pulling it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it, sucking on it, biting it. He did the same with your other nipple, his hand massaging your ass as he did.
Kyle spent some time with your chest, kissing and licking between your breasts before leaning up to attach his lips to yours. You squirmed and removed your legs from his waist, standing on your own. He watched as you kissed his chest, running your hands down to his hips, stopping right above his hard member. He whined softly when you sucked on his hipbones, leaving dark hickeys.
Now on your knees in front of his, you bit your lip and softly kissed his tip.
The feeling of the water spraying on his naked body made every sensation heightened. And the sight of you kneeling in front of him would’ve made him cum in an instant if he didn’t have as much self-control as he did.
You ran your tongue up his shaft teasingly slow, enjoying the sounds of his moans as you did. Humming, you wrapped a hand around him, pumping him a few times before taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.
You swirled your tongue around it before taking as much as you could, bobbing your head slowly. You watched his face, enjoying the way he bit into his lip and screwed his eyes shut. You gradually picked up the pace, bobbing your head faster, sloppier. You could tell he was close, he was whining and groaning your name. At some point, he reached down and tangled his fingers in your hair, helping you move just the right way to get him to come undone.
The feeling of him cumming in your mouth as amazing, and your let your eyes flutter close as your purposefully let some of the sticky white substance drip over your chin and onto your chest. The sight made Kyle moan, and you swallowed all that he gave you, pulling him out of your mouth with a quiet “pop”.
You stood and kissed him feverishly, running your fingers through your hair and pulling it. The water was hitting your back and ass, your chest pressed against his. A sudden thought popped into your head, and the idea made you moan loudly. You pulled your lips away from his, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Lick your cum off my chest like a good boy.”
He whimpered and gripped your hips, digging your fingers into your skin. Biting your lip, you watched as he hesitantly leaned forward, running his soft, wet tongue over your chest, cleaning all that was left off. When he was done, he stood straight and watched you carefully, wondering if you had anymore demands. You smirked and kissed his jaw. “Such a good boy for me,” you muttered against his skin. “Now take me to bed and fuck me like a whore.”
I want to kiss you. I want to cuddle late at night. I want to laugh with you until I can no longer breathe. I want to make you smile at random times during the day because I’m on your mind. I want you.