((Thanks to the lovely @MadameVicous for prompting me to write some Jefferson stuff. I love him and his stupid Magenta coat.))

The Cabinet Meeting featuring an Annoying Thomas Jefferson and Y/N's aggressive friend, Hamilton had come to an end. She bid fairwell to Alexander and told him to say hello to Eliza for her. Alexander smiled, agreed and waved goodbye. Y/N turned around to find herself in a room alone with the Francophile himself, Thomas Jefferson.

"Y/N!" He smiled as he walked closer, taking her hand and kissing it. Y/N felt an odd mixture of repulsion and interest swirl inside her. She collected herself and responded.
"Jefferson." She greeted in return. 
"Your first Cabinet Meeting?" He asked, smiling gracefully and giving her polite eye contact. He was abrasive but at least he did have some manners.
"Yes, and yours too I was informed." She answered, clasping her hands in front of herself like a lady.
"That is correct, darlin'." He said, giving her what any woman who wasn't influenced by Alexander Hamilton would consider a 'charming grin'. His expression, just like the kiss, made her blush.
"Don't call me that, Jefferson." She stated, coldly.
"Why ever not, miss Y/N? I was only being polite." He hummed, holding his cane with a certain confidence.
"You are not a polite man, Jefferson, you're rude and pretentious." She folded her arms as she spoke.  
"But how would you know, this the first real conversation you and I have had. Has Hamilton been spreading lies? I would not be surprise-." He spoke with pride and his usual flamboyance until he felt a hand strike his cheek, quite hard. Y/N had slapped him. 
"You are a slaver and a womanizer. I have no time for you or your attempts to badmouth my friend. Alexander is a good man. Although you wouldn't be able to tell seeing as you know nothing of being such a thing!" Y/N was fuming, when she looked up she expect to see a shocked expression but he was smirking. He liked her behaviour
"You must be quite the loyal friend, pretending to hate me so vehemently even though you blush whenever I even smile at you." He pulled Y/N closer by the waist and her first reaction was to steady her stumbling by anchoring her hands on his... surprisingly firm chest.

She was met by those dark yet sparkling eyes and that god damned grin.
"If you really hated me, you would stop me..." He purred in her ear, giving her the slightest amount of warning before he began kissing her neck. She moaned ever so lightly, praying he could not hear her but he did, he increased his efforts, but being so merciful as to not to try to leave marks on her... yet. But he found the most sensitive spot on Y/N's neck, his lips and stubble tickling her slightly, she giggled a little. He smirked and pulled her closer by her hips. She let out her first properly audible moan when she felt his member, half erect against her through the fabric of their clothing.
He smiled. 
"You know you could stop me with a single word, darlin', you know it but you won't because you know as well as I do, you want me just like I want you..." He spoke lowly in her ear. She blushed and nodded in admittance.
"Fine, I want you... Please just don't tell anyone..." She looked into his gorgeous eyes.
"My lips are sealed." He promised. He then, knowing he had her consent, pinned her to the wall. He had her legs around his waist and her dress hiked up around her own. Y/N took the initiative and reached down to undo his pants. While Thomas was busy helping his trousers fall to the ground, Y/N was undoing his cravat and opening his shirt as much as she could. All the while, placing kisses on his lips and cheeks.
"Wait what if we get caught?" Y/N asked, a bright blush on her cheeks.
"We just need to be quiet, beautiful..." He teased, letting his fingers drop between her legs as she clung to him. She buried her face in his shoulder as he slowly inserted his fingers inside her. He commenced pumping his fingers inside her and she moaned, the noises stifled as she still had her head tucked away in his shoulder.He smiled, petting her hair as he went. But as he removed his fingers, he pushed her back against the wall so she could no longer use him to hide her moans.

Holding her up against the wall using mainly her ass and hips in his hands, he pushed his cock inside her and she moaned. He kissed her to drown out the sound. He began to thrust for her, making her moan into his lips. He was fast but not to rough to start with. But his movements became more powerful as Y/N began to whimper sweetly, admitting how badly she wanted this. He had her a moaning mess, but she wasn't too loud.
Thomas knew he had to be quick, so he began to rub her clit as she went. She was breathing heavily and it was such a turn on for him. She was about to cum for him and it was going to be fantastic. Soon enough she moaned his name, his first name, as she reached her peak. He soon followed, gasping and clenching his fists a little. She kissed him. 
"I might not hate you as much as I portrayed, Jefferson." She smiled jadedly, to which he let out a breathless chuckle.

((Okay, that was quicker than expected! I feel so productive. I really hope everyone enjoys Jefferson smut <3 Anywho, its five am, goodnight))