You’re in trouble, little lady! - George Washington [NSFW] x Fem! S/O
- fuvk fuck fuck f uck i really need more nsfw george washington material [ coming right up!! ]
- More NSFW George Headcanons (or a x Reader fic?) please? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Loved the last one <3! [ thankyou, im glad you enjoyed it! and ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ofc. always a slut for gwash smut. ]
- Hey! If it’s not to much trouble could I request a threesome with Gwash and Alex with these prompts?? “I don’t care whether you can take it. I will do it anyway and you’ll love it.” And “Just count down with me and if you make it to zero without squirming, I’ll stop hurting you.” If not I totally understand,,, I love your blog!!!! Ps. Take care of yourself (drink your water) [ mY WATER HAS BEEN DRANK. THANKYOU FOR REMINDING ME - EAT YOUR VEGETALS CHILD!! ]
- Hey um.. so um… do you maybe um.. possibly um.. if it’s not any trouble um.. could you um, look and see if you um have some Gwash coming up maybe? [ here you go sweetie! and you dont need to be shy around me <3 ]
“[Y/N]!” Your co-worker, and friend, called. You turned to face her, clipboard held to your chest as you wrote down the name of your newest patient. He had his leg blown off whilst he was fighting. As soon as her head popped around the curtain, you noticed the look of contempt on her face – assuming it was at the soldier though.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, her gaze moving from the half-missing-limb up to your face, her expression softening to that of a sympathetic stare.
“I… Washington demanded to see you, he said it was urgent.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, your heart dropped to your stomach and your blood ran cold in your body. Oh no. What had you done that had been so bad that the president himself wanted to see you? You had only been an average nurse; you highly doubted he would want to give you any direct praise. You gulped, even the soldier who was complaining loudly about the pain a moment ago had quietened down with fear and sympathy for you. You felt like the entire world was suddenly on your shoulders, stopping you from moving anywhere.
“Alright…” You whispered to your friend, fingers clutching tightly at the wood of the clipboard whilst you tried your hardest to pick up your feet and continue pushing forward. It was difficult. Whatever he wanted was important and you were almost positive that you were going to end up in the same state as the soldier that you had just taken care of.
Your steps were silent as you made your way down the stretching halls, your jaw beginning to move up and down with fear as you got closer to the two double doors that separated you from the male. Did you knock? Did you go straight in? You stood for a moment, debating on what to do, though you decided to knock first – surely that was better than just waltzing in, right? Your fist rose to give a tap on the door, but just before your knuckles could make contact with the wood, a stern voice called out:
“Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.” The low voice definitely belonged to him. You had heard that deep, sexy voice many times and had even found your mind wondering off back home to him… When he walked past, his strong scent of cologne lingered in the air and left you breathless, your heart pounding against your chest.
Not wanting to anger him more, you used all your strength to push open the two doors and slip past the crack that was created for you. Your (E/C) eyes locked on his chocolate brown ones, your own wide while his were narrowed at you. He didn’t look… angry. If anything, he looked smug… Like a naughty school boy that had seen you doing something you weren’t meant to be doing, like he had some kind of power over you. Your throat went dry, your cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink and your body going stiff. You weren’t sure if you were in love or just completely embarrassed and frightened of the huge figure sat in front of you.
“Y-You wanted to see me, sir?” You croaked out, breaking the gaze to look down at your small white flats. They were awful shoes, but a uniform was a uniform and – well, while you were taking care of hundreds of screaming patients, you weren’t too bothered about looking glamorous.
“Yes.” Was his only response before he let out a sigh and stood up, walking around to the front of his desk and folding his hands together in front of him. You daren’t look up to see the look of disgust and disapproval on his face, you couldn’t bare it. You were afraid that he would see the taint of pink he had brought to your soft cheeks, the way your eyes glimmered when you looked up at him. However, his finger slid under your chin and pulled your chin up to look at him – you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. Was he going to end you home…?
“Tell me, darling,” He purred. “Are you a virgin?” The question was straight to the point and caught you off guard. Your eyes couldn’t get any wider and your cheeks couldn’t get any redder – why was he asking this?! What did he even mean? Sure, you had touched yourself a few times but you had never actually done anything…
“Yes…” You whispered, trying to avoid eye contact with him, but it was completely helpless. A smile spread itself across his face.
“Good.” He breathed, smelling like mint and that overwhelming cologne that always knocked you off of your feet and managed to make you swoon – you had a thing for the Founding Father and it was apparent. He pushed some of your hair from your face and let his free hand grip your waist, pulling you closer until his lips were finally on yours. Did you try to resist? No. Not at all, not in any way, shape or form. You kissed back and let your body fall limp against his, giving him control. He began to lift up the bottom of your dress, his hand on your thigh. He pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look at you and take in your expression. He paused as soon as he got to your underwear – almost as if asking permission. You nodded, signalling for him to continue. He happily obliged, lifting your leg onto his hip before you tugged at his belt, making it fall loose. He let out a happy grunt, shuffling his pants down and backing you up against the desk, lifting you to sit on it. George kept your legs apart by fitting himself between them, finally thrusting in.
“Daddy!” You cried out in pleasure. You guessed he was big from his stance, but not this big. It was odd, considering that you were always told that losing your virginity would hurt. Did it? A little, but the pleasure took your mind off of anything else. His fingers tangled in your hair and his mouth connected to your neck, licking and biting happily. He loved your cute little whimpers and cries of joy.
“Baby girl…” He mumbled against your sensitive skin, his eyes closing as he felt himself getting nearer to the edge. His thrusts were beginning to pick up a pace, he had to be quick as he had a meeting any minute and someone could walk in at any moment. He let out a few heavy pants, one hand pulling at your hair whilst the other one held your leg down. He was a huge ladies man and was very popular with them, but he had never had better sex. You were amazing.
“I’m going to…” He stuttered before you cut him off, pressing your mouth to his which muffled both of yours and his screams of orgasm. It was amazing.
The two of you cleaned yourselves up, and just in time. A few seconds later, the doors burst open and there stood Aaron Burr.
“You’re excellency, sir.” He bowed his head, allowing himself in. George turned his nose up – this wasn’t who he was expecting.
“Who are you?” He asked, clearly not really interested.
“Aaron Burr, sir. Permission to state my case?” He smiled again, not even acknowledging you.
“As you were.” He sighed quietly, his arm around your waist.
“Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec and well, in summary, I think I could be of some assistance. I admire at how you keep firing at the British from a distance… I have some questions, a couple of suggestions on how to fight instead of fleeing West.”