Possessive!Lafayette x Reader
POV: THIRD!
References: NONE!
Time Period: MODERN!
Warning: YALL KNOW ITS SMUT, *jared voice* kInKy!, laffy's dicc
A/n: this smut-shot is based off of large-baguettee's book. GO READ IT, IT FABBBBBBB. Bur srsly. Brace ur sleves kiddos

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Y/n and her friends were at the bar drinking the lives away. John was blacking out, Herc was dancing around like an idiot, Alex was trying to get them under control.

What about Y/n and her hot boyfriend you ask?

Well, Y/n was laughing as Alexander was getting chased down by a drunk Herc while Laf... well, he had other things to do.

See, Y/n didn't know, but some men around her were actually checking her out.

Lafayette hated when men and sometimes women (damn you Peggy Schuyler!!!!) looked at his girlfriend like she was some prize meant to be won. People would stare at Y/n and drool at her. There are some who even have the guts to flirt with her. Because of this, Laf has grown to be quite... possessive. Actually, no. He's grown to be very possessive.

The Frenchman spotted a man looking at Y/n and smirking to himself. Laf made eye contact with said asshole and gave him a cold glare. Lafayette wrapped his arm around Y/n and pecked her lips.

Y/n looked at her boyfriend with a confused look. Laf just pulled her closer, keeping a hand on Y/n's hip.

"Laffy, you okay?" She asked.

"Fine actually." He answered. His tone was harsh and angry. Which made his French accent more hot. Which made Y/n's face flush.

"O-okay," Y/n said and went back to drinking.

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"Y/n L/n, what a surprise, darlin'!" A thick Southern accent called.

Y/n turned and smiled at the man.

"Thomas, hey!" She greeted back.

Laf turned and glared at his friend. Thomas seemed oblivious to the Frenchman, though. Y/n stood up and hugged Thomas, who happily hugged back.

Anger and annoyance burned deep inside Laf. He hated it when Y/n showed this type of affection to people. Sure, he didn't mind her having friends but when she showed affection to them, he hated it.

Thomas pulled away and smiled brightly at the woman. "Damn, you look good." He complemented.

Lafayette silently growled at Thomas Jefferson. He hated it when people complemented his Y/n.

"Thanks." Y/n said, smiling back. "I can say the same to you."

Laf especially hated it when she returned a complement. He stood up and went behind Y/n.

"Mon amour, I think it's time we 'ead 'ome." He said, his voice cold and harsh.

"Oh, damn. Already?" Thomas asked, slightly chuckling.

"Yeah. Bye, Thomas!" Y/n said.

"See ya, doll!" He said and headed for a table.

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The drive was silent.

Laf's knuckles grew white because he was clutching the wheel so hard. Worried, Y/n looked at her boyfriend. Her eye brows furrowed. She hated seeing him like this. He was so frusterated, it made Y/n frustrated. But his frustration made him look so damn hot.

Laf's chocolate brown eyes never left the road. His teeth her grinding against each other. He was mad for sure, but Y/n had no idea why.

"You okay--"

"We're gonna have a talk once we get to the apartment." He said, cutting her off.

"O-okay."

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Laf slammed Y/n against the door of their apartment. They had just gotten inside and Laf was already having his "talk".

The Frenchman kept his hands at both sides of Y/n head, towering over his girlfriend. Y/n's breath hitched at the sight in front if her. She swallowed hard.

"L-Laf, listen w-- mmph~"

Her boyfriend instantly moved his lips to her neck, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting. Y/n whimpered as Laf continued attacking her neck.

"Mmmm~! Laf~" Y/n moaned as he sucked the flesh behind her ear.

He pulled away and growled into her ear. "I think I should remind you who you belong to." He whispered, his voice furious and husky.

Y/n whimpered, her knees bucked against each other. Laf smirked and went back to her neck. He licked from her ear down to her shoulder, running his tongue along Y/n's soft skin. She studdered at the feeling of Laf's licks and kisses, of his tongue brushing against her skin.

He suddenly bit down on her collar bone, leaving a mark, his mark. Y/n let out a soft moan as Laf continued leaving his marks all over her. He moved from her collar bone to her shoulder and back to her neck.

Y/n let out small moans and whimpers as he bit. His hands slowly moved down to her thighs. He impatiently tapped her thighs.

"Up." He commanded.

He lifted Y/n up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel her boyfriend's hard pressing against her through her jeans. She let out another whimper.

He carried her into the bathroom, sucking her neck as he walked. He placed her down on the sink, placing his hands on either side of the sink after.

"Clothes. Off. Now." The Frenchman growled.

With trembling hands, Y/n eargerly took off her top and jeans. The articles of clothing tossed aside, to be later forgotten. She unclipped her bra and slipped her panties off as well. Y/n looked up and saw naked Lafayette standing in front of her. Her breath hitched at the sight before her. She was in for a rough night.

"You've been naughty, amour." He said, placing a hand on her thigh.

He stroked her inner thigh with his thumb, making her whimper. Laf smirked at the result. He pushed a finger inside her clit, painfully slow, teasingly slow.

The Frenchman watched as his lover squirmed and whimpered in anticipation. He pushed another finger inside and began moving both up and down.

"La-Laf~!" Y/n moaned. "K-k-keep going~"

Lafayette smirked and pushed deeper, moving slightly quicker. Y/n moaned louder, she want more of this. More of the pleasure. More of him.

"Mmmmph!" Y/n moaned.

"Merde." Laf groaned, pushing another finger inside. His pace quicker now than before.

With three fingers moving inside her, Y/n was very close to her climax. Her moans grew louder and got more frequent. She clutched the sides of the sink, steadying herself so that she wouldn't fall off.

"F-fuck! A-amour, I'm g-go-gonna... c-cum!" She yelled, her moans filling their bathroom.

"Do it." Laf commanded.

She let out a high pitched moan as she released her orgasm all over her French boyfriend's fingers. Laf pulled them out of Y/n and smirked. His fingers were soaking wet in Y/n's cum. Without a word, he forced his fingers into her mouth.

"Suck my fingers, lick them clean, mon chaton." Lafayette ordered. "I want you to taste yourself."

Y/n studdered but followed anyway, not wanting a harsher punishment. She sucked Laf's fingers, licking his fingers clean. Y/n swirled her tongue around them, tasting her own orgasm. She ran her tongue along this calloused fingers until he was satisfied and pulled them out.

Lafayette smirked. He grabbed Y/n's waist and positioned his throbbing hard against her entrance. He slammed himself into her wetness, making Y/n let out a loud moan.

He began thrusting himself against Y/n, making her ass hit the cold metal of the faucet. Her body shook at the feeling of cold burning against her skin. Laf smirked and rammed himself hard into Y/n, earning a moan with each push.

He trusted again, pressing her harder against the metal faucet and the cold mirror. Y/n whimpered at the feeling, loving every second of Laf's roughness, every part of her body that comes in contact with the rash cold.

Lafayette seemed to take notice of this. As he thrusted himself, he pressed his lover against the cold mirror, earning a moan and a studder her everytime he moved inside her.

Laf's movements were so rough, yet at the same time so good. Y/n wanted him to stay and to move. The Frenchman's thrust got harder and rougher by the second.

He leaned down and let out a deep groan into Y/n's ear, making her studder and whimper. His thursts and pushed got faster, pulling out and slamming back inside Y/n. But she wanted so much more. She wanted so much more of him inside her. She wanted so much of this. She bucked her hips forwards, wanting more of Laf inside her.

But that turned out to be a wrong move.

Laf pulled out, even if he enjoyed making Y/n moan. Even if he enjoyed having sex with his love. Even if he was so close to coming.

"Did I tell you to move, amour?" He asked, his voice demanding and angry, like it was earlier.

"N-n-no, L-L-Laf." She stampered. "Y-y-you... di-didn't."

His grip on her waist got harder, his nails dug into her skin, leaving marks and even drawing bits of blood.

"I-I'm... s-s-sorry, Laf." She muttered.

"D'accord, I will let it slide now," He answered, repositioning himself again. "But next time, you won't get away that easily."

"Yes, L-Laf." She said, nodding.

Lafayette rammed his twitching length into Y/n again, his thrusts firm and hard. Y/n moaned with pleasure and satisfaction, enjoying every moment.

"Fuck! A-ah~! Laf... I'm gonna..." She panted breathlessly.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, slamming his hips forward into Y/n's.

"Y-you. I be-belong to... you." She said, letting out a moan afterwards. She bit her lip and tightened her walls, she was so close but she knew she can't cum without permission.

"Will you do that ever again?" Laf asked, groaning into her ear again.

"N-no."

"Then cum." He ordered and soon enough, she complied.

Y/n moaned again as she released all over Laf. He slammed into her one last time before shooting his seed into her. He pulled out of Y/n, panting, his toned chest heaving.

He helped Y/n get off the sink and carried her into their bedroom. Laf placed her down on the bed, crawling into the sheets later. He planted a kiss on her head before tucking them both in. He pulled her into his chest, burying his head in her soft h/c hair.

"Bonne nuit, mon amour. Je t'aime."

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A/n: .... well, have nice day!