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Forward: Chapter One

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: Smut (a lot of smut) / NSFW / 18+ / Swearing / Alcohol

Notes: This is my first proper fic. What started as a oneshot has turned into a very smutty, multi-chapter monster. Shout out to @adotblog for being my beta-reader.

Words: 5084. I told you it was a monster.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman left alone with a stereo and her favourite music will sing and dance like no one is watching. And that is exactly what you do every evening in one of the wardrobe rooms, backstage at Hamilton West End. You’ve been working in London’s theatreland for most of your career so far and when the news started spreading that Hamilton was going to open here you were beside yourself. You’d seen the show on a trip to New York the previous year, and you’d been listening to the soundtrack nonstop ever since. You were going to get a job on that show, come hell or high water.

And so here you are, the night’s show over. The cast are in their dressing rooms changing into their normal clothes, other crew members are tidying up and resetting for tomorrow’s show, and you are double checking tomorrow’s costumes are all in order and didn’t need new buttons or quick repairs. Even though you hear the show eight times a week from backstage you still like to put your favourite songs on while you work and tonight you are in full Schuyler Sister mode as you move round the room, trying to recreate the dance moves in between folding shirts.

As the song ends you take a dramatic bow to your imaginary audience only to be met with rousing applause. You spin round, mortified, to see one of your colleagues, Sam, leaning against the door and clapping.

“Oh fucking hell, Sam, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Brava! Ms Y/L/N! Another bow for your adoring fans! That was… quite something.”

You laugh, curtsy, then throw a towel at his head.

“Anyway, Y/N, what I actually came to tell you is that there’s a quick all cast and crew meeting on stage in 10 minutes. No exceptions.”

“That sounds ominous. Any idea what it’s about?”

“No clue,” Sam shrugged. “Right, off to tell the others.”

Ten minutes later and you’ve joined everyone onstage. No one seems sure what you’re there to hear so people are clustered in groups, speculating wildly. The stage manager comes out and hushes you all.

“Guys! Everyone!” he waits for you to quieten down and pay attention. “Great show tonight, everyone, as usual! Thank you. Now, I wanted to let you all know that tomorrow night you all need to be especially on your game because we’re going to have a rather special guest.”

A murmur breaks out onstage. Hamilton attracts a fair few celebrities so to be given warning about a guest means they must be important.

“Lin is in London for a few days so he’s going to come by tomorrow. It’ll be the first time he’s been here since the Olivier Awards so he’d like to say hi to you all and have a little belated celebration. He’s also going to come out at curtain call and speak to the audience about how proud he is of the London company.”

Excited shrieking breaks out on the stage and everyone starts talking at once.

“Alright everyone! Simmer down! Go finish what you need to do, go home, get rested. Big day tomorrow. Bring your A game!”

Lin had been before, of course, and spent lots of time there when the show was first opening, so you’d seen afar plenty of times. Half the members of the company nursed a bit of a crush on him, yourself included. As you finished up your work for the evening, you allowed yourself a little daydream about meeting him.

The next night’s show went without a hitch. Before the show Lin had spoken to everyone in the company and given a short but beautiful speech about the success of the London company and the awards they’d won. When he went out on stage at curtain call the audience went completely wild, of course, and the whole atmosphere was electric. As you go through your post-show duties in your wardrobe room you are feeling particularly hyped up so you boldly take on a solo rendition of Guns and Ships. Rapping is definitely not one of your skills so you basically mumble incomprehensible gibberish in an exuberant fashion and periodically yell “Lafayette!” while leaping around with a pile of flouncy shirts.

As the song finishes, you hear the applause again.

“Oh for God’s sake SAM! You are going to have to stop sneaking up on me!”

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” starts a voice that is definitely not Sam’s. It’s a New York accent for a start. Oh shit…

You whirl around and yup! There’s Lin-Manuel Miranda, standing in the doorway grinning at you. “I’m looking for Sam actually, but then I heard your… performance… and had to stop by.” He puts out a hand. “I’m Lin.”

“I… I know,” you stutter. “I… would like to die now…”. You can feel yourself blushing furiously and you would love nothing more than to shrivel up into a tiny ball. Then you realise you’ve just left him there with his hand outstretched, so you quickly lean over and shake it.

“Y/N. Wardrobe. Quite obviously not cast.”

“Oh, I dunno, that was a pretty enthusiastic ‘Lafayette’ there.”

“Ha! You should hear my Angelica.”

“I’m certainly curious…”

You grin at each other. Somehow he’s managed to put you completely at ease despite you just having had your most humiliating experience ever. How does he do that? God, his eyes are something else. You realise you’re just looking at him.

“So! You were looking for Sam? He’ll be upstairs. I can show you?”

“Oh, would you? I still get lost backstage here.”

You head upstairs to Sam’s office with Lin following behind. You knock on Sam’s door, open it, and go to say goodbye to Lin.

“Y/N! While you’re here,” yells Sam after you. “Tomorrow night, since there’s no show, we’re going to have a company party. We thought we’d all celebrate the awards properly since our founding father is in town.”

“Oh awesome, I’ll help spread the word.” You nod at them both, and head for the stairs.

“See you tomorrow night, Y/N!” Lin calls after you. You turn, wave, then run back to your costumes.

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For someone who spends their life working with clothes you’re hopeless at choosing what to wear on a night out, and tonight you really want to look good. You don’t know why you’re this flustered about it, you’ve been out with colleagues a load of times. Then you remember that Lin will be there and your tummy flips. You tell yourself to pull yourself together; you probably won’t even get the chance to talk to him tonight, everyone will want their moment with him.

You finally settle on a loosely fitted black shirt, jeans, and boots. You swipe on some eyeliner and mascara, and decide you’re ready before you can fuss anymore.

When you get to the bar, you discover that Sam has reserved a private room for the Hamilton party. He’s already there, along with a few of your colleagues. You greet and hug everyone before you notice Lin hovering at the back of the group. He’s casually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He looks gorgeous. He’s looking at you, so you smile and wave, mouthing a ‘hi’. He smiles back, almost shyly. No, you must be imagining that. You give yourself a shake and head for the bar to order a gin and tonic.

It’s a fun evening. You laugh with your friends, you have enough to drink to relax properly but not so much that you’re drunk. Occasionally you catch sight of Lin across the room but, as you predicted, he is constantly surrounded by people and a couple of hours into the party you’ve still not spoken. As the evening goes on, you find yourself scanning the room for him more frequently. Several times you catch each other’s eye. The first couple of times you quickly look away, embarrassed, but after a couple of gins you feel brave enough to hold the eye contact for a couple of seconds. He doesn’t look away either. You look down at your drink and try and suppress a small smile. Are you flirting with Lin? More to the point, is he flirting with you?

You quickly put the thought out of your head. It’s just your crush running away with itself. You look up again. Oh God, he’s still looking at you. You meet his gaze. He cocks his head to the side, very slightly. You smile. Then someone grabs Lin to talk and the moment has passed.

It’s another hour before you finally find yourself in the same small group of people chatting. You’ve managed to end up sitting next to Lin and you try very hard to maintain some semblance of cool despite your thudding heart. There are quite a few of you bunched into the booth so you’re sitting very close to him. Every so often your arms or legs brush against each other, which is not helping with the concentration. You really hope he doesn’t notice the goosebumps on your arms.

“So, Y/N, any thoughts about which song you’ll be tackling tomorrow night?” Lin asks, his eyes amused.

“Ha! Well, it’s probably time for something from Act Two. Perhaps I’ll do a one-woman Cabinet Battle?”

“Now, that I’d love to see.”

“Stop by after the show. You can be the Hamilton to my Jefferson.”

Lin laughs, throwing his head back. You grin. Your eyes meet again. OK, you’re not imagining it, there’s something, some tiny spark, between you, and you’re determined not to let it go out. You push the fact that he’s only in London for a few days to the back of your mind. You’ll cross that bridge as and when. Right now you’re going to seize the moment. You let your arm drop down to rest on your leg, accidentally-on-purpose letting it brush along Lin’s arm as you do so. At the same time you let the side of your leg rest against his. You feel him stiffen for a second and you freeze, worrying you’ve done the wrong thing. But then he relaxes again and his arm drops too, the side of his hand unmistakably running along yours in the process. All the while you’re both ostensibly listening to the other people around you although you, for one, are certainly not taking in any of what they’re saying. Suddenly Lin stands up.

“Hey guys, this has been really fun, but I should get going.”

Your heart drops. You must have misread the whole thing. And now he’s leaving. Fuck.

“I’m gonna go quickly run round and say bye to the others, OK?”

While everyone else nods and calls out their goodbyes, you try to rearrange your face into an expression that doesn’t show your disappointment. Lin bends down to fetch his backpack from under the table but as he does so he leans close to your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, meet me outside in 10 minutes?”

You turn to look at him, and he looks back with slight uncertainty, as if he is also wondering whether he’s misread your signals. You nod quickly and he smiles before going to make his other goodbyes.

You give it a couple of minutes before making your own goodbyes. You quickly run to the bathroom to check that you still look vaguely presentable before slipping outside. You run across the street and wait in a doorway opposite the bar. A few minutes later you see Lin come outside and start scanning the people around him, looking for you. You step forward and he spots you, jogging across the road to you.

“Hey,” he begins in a soft voice.

“Hey.”

“Can I walk you home?”

You laugh. “I live quite a ways away, Lin. I have to get the tube.”

“Well, in that case, let me get the tube with you.”

“I’m, like, nine stops and two changes from here.”

“So…?”

You look at him, and he looks back, a slight smile on his face.

“OK! OK. Come on then.”

You both head for the tube station and fall into easy conversation. Lin asks you about how you’re enjoying working on Hamilton, and you rave about the intricacies of the costume design. You talk about other shows you’ve worked on, and Lin talks about some projects he has coming up. There are no awkward silences, plenty of laughing, and you’re generally really enjoying yourself. The journey is going quickly, and soon you’re making the second change onto the Jubilee Line heading east. It’s a busy line and you both have to stand in the carriage. As more people pile on you are forced to stand closer together. The closer you get, the closer you want to be. You are just inches apart and you feel hyper-aware of his proximity.

All of a sudden the train jolts and you stumble forwards, straight into Lin. Instinctively you put your hands against his chest as he grabs your waist. Your bodies are pressed hard against each other, just for a moment, but it’s enough to light a fire inside you.

“Oh! S…sorry!” you stutter as you right yourself. You drop your hands but his are still resting lightly on your waist. You look up into his eyes, and his are blazing right back at you. You feel like he’s looking into your soul. Your gaze flicks down to his mouth, where his lips are ever so slightly parted. Your heart is racing, your breath quickening. His grip on your waist becomes firmer, and you return your hands to rest on his chest, just below his shoulders. The train pulls into the next station and you realise where you are.

“We get off here.”

“Good,” Lin replies, his voice low.

As you leave the tube station, Lin grabs your hand. A jolt shocks through you… you’ve never got that just from someone holding your hand before. It’s a short walk from the tube station to your flat but tonight it seems a hundred times longer than usual. Neither of you speak, instead you just steal quick glances at each other. The atmosphere is a heady combination of shy attraction and pure lust.

As you get close to your building, you start to wonder what’s about to happen. You’re not normally one for bringing guys home like this, and certainly not famous ones. But then, you’re not sure you’ve ever been as instantly attracted to someone as this. You take a deep breath and decide just to go with whatever the evening brings.

“This is me,” you say, stopping at the door. You turn to face Lin, and he takes your other hand so that he is holding both of them.

“Lin, I’m not usually this forward, but do you want to…”

Before you can even finish the sentence, Lin is nodding. “I really do, Y/N.”

You dig your keys out of your bag and open the door. As you head up the stairs, Lin behind you, you try to slow your breathing. You’re virtually shaking with a combination of adrenaline, nervousness, and desire. As you put the key in the door you are only aware of Lin close behind you, and the sound of both your breathing.

You both step into the flat, and drop bags and coats as the door closes behind you. You turn. You just look at each other. Lin’s eyes are dark with want. It feels like the moment of silence in the eye of the hurricane.

All you register is Lin stepping towards you and then you’re on each other. Lin pushes you hard up against the wall, one hand on your upper arm, the other on your neck, tilting your head up towards him. His mouth is on yours and the kiss is electric. His lips are soft but insistent, and you match his intensity. The kiss gets deeper, your tongues in each other’s mouths. Your hands are on his hips and you can’t help but pull him harder against you, desperate to feel as much of him pressed against you as possible. Even through his clothes you can feel the firmness of his body, the heat of his skin.

You break the kiss to catch your breath. You pull back, panting slightly, and Lin looks at you, his eyes hooded with lust. He begins kissing your face, starting at the side of your mouth and trailing down along your jaw, down your neck. The soft kisses he lays below your ear make you gasp and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He asks, kissing you again in the same spot, then lightly dragging his teeth over your skin. You can’t help but moan quietly. His mouth moves up, nipping your earlobe and then he whispers hoarsely, “Bedroom. Now.”

You lead him into the bedroom, kicking off boots and shoes as you go. You step towards Lin and pull him to you by his t-shirt. You kiss deeply again before you pull back and tug at his top, silently begging him to remove it. Lin pulls it over his head and he’s just there in front of you, looking incredible. You run your hands down from his shoulders, over his chest, down to his stomach. You run your hands around his body against the waistband of his jeans. You’re kissing again, still standing in the middle of your bedroom, and you feel his hands begin to roam across your body. One hand slips round to your back and under your shirt and you shiver at feeling the heat of his hand on your skin. His other hand moves to your breast, cupping it and roughly caressing it with his palm. You moan into his mouth as your nipples respond to his touch.

Lin starts pushing you backwards and the two of you stumble to the bed. You feel the side of the bed against the back of your legs and you stop. Lin steps back, looking at you. He suddenly looks a little nervous, as if he is waiting for you to call this whole thing to a halt. Instead, you hold his gaze and start to unbutton your shirt. You look up at him as you slowly work down through the buttons. He is biting his lip as he watches you open the shirt and let it fall off your shoulders. You’re wearing a black lace bra that clearly shows how hard your nipples are.

“Jesus, Y/N, you look…” but instead of finishing the sentence Lin lets out a low growl and lunges for you, pushing you down onto the bed. He begins kissing down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin as he goes. He starts to pull down your bra strap and you arch your back so that he can reach round to unclasp it. You shrug out of your bra and throw it across the room. Lin immediately starts kissing your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it. You moan as the electricity shoots through your body.

Lin rolls so that he is half on top of you, his leg in between yours. He uses his knee to push your thighs apart and you are overtaken by the need to have him between your legs. Desperate for friction, you start grinding against his thigh. Lin feels this and smirks at you.

“Someone’s a little needy aren’t they?”

You just nod quickly before putting your hands on his face and pulling him up to kiss you again. Lin reaches down to your jeans and starts fumbling with the button. You reach for him too and for a moment the two of you are wrestling with each other’s clothes. He pulls your jeans down your legs and you quickly kick them off, along with your socks.

You are suddenly aware how wet you are, even with your underwear still on. You return your attention to get his jeans off, and now that he is there in just his underwear, you realise that he is every bit as turned on as you. You can clearly see his cock straining against the cloth. You pull him hard against you so that you can feel it pressing into your hip.

Lin reaches down between your legs and cups you over your underwear. He feels the wetness and his head snaps up, his eyes wide. His breath hitches.

“Fuck, baby, so wet.”

“I’ve spent most of this evening thinking about what I want you to do to me.”

“And what do you want me to do to you, Y/N?” His voice is low and growly, his accent even more pronounced. It’s hot as hell.

“I want your fingers inside me. I want you to feel how wet I am for you. I want you to fuck me, hard, over and and over again. I want you to make me lose control.”

Lin leans down, his mouth so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath on your skin. Quietly but firmly he whispers to you. “Oh, baby, I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

With that, he pulls roughly at your underwear, dragging it down your thighs and throwing it on the floor. His hand is suddenly right where you want it. He runs a finger along your folds, stopping briefly at your clit. He quickly, lightly swirls his finger around it, making you buck your hips up and throw your head back. Your reaction makes him grunt and he stops to pull off his underwear. His cock jumps and lies back against his lower belly. Instinctively you reach for him and you wrap your hand around his thickness.

“Not yet, baby, I want this to last,” he says as he gently pulls your hand off him. You lie back and he reaches back between your legs and easily slides two fingers into you. You grind against his hand but he pulls out again. He looks down at you, grinning as you whine for him not to stop.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like that Y/N.”

“Don’t tease me, Lin, please, I need you.”

He drags his fingers slowly up the inside of your thigh as you push yourself towards him. He kisses you deeply, roughly, and as you feel his tongue pressing against yours his hand reaches your entrance and he pushes his fingers deep inside you. You moan into his mouth and your back arches. As he curls his fingers inside you, you pull back from the kiss, gasping.

“Lin! Oh my God! Fuck…” and you fall back, laying yourself completely open for him as he thrusts his hand into you and you buck against him. He kisses you all over your face, neck, shoulders, breasts. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking it, gently pulling at it with his teeth. Before long you feel the familiar tightening low in your belly.

“Lin, Lin, I’m going to…”

“Fuck, yes, Y/N, that’s it, come for me,” he hisses into your ear. His hand is relentless against you and you feel it build, the pulsing and throbbing rising rising rising until your orgasm explodes and you come undone, moaning, thrashing, bucking, a string of curses falling from your lips. “Lin, I… fuck fuck fuck… oh God…”

“Yes baby, that’s it,” Lin whispers as you ride through your peak. As it gradually passes he slows and finally stops, bringing his hand up to rest on your hip. You lie there, dazed and panting, looking hazily up at him as he smiles. He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips.

“I… I can’t remember ever coming that hard before,” you say in wonder, as much talking to yourself as to Lin.

“That was so hot, Y/N,” Lin grins at you. “Imma definitely doing that to you again.”

You laugh then reach up to pull him into another kiss.

“Oh, you can, but first, I believe it’s my turn, Mr Miranda…” and you reach down and start stroking your fingertips along his length. He closes his eyes and moans softly. He rolls onto his back and you roll with him. You nuzzle your mouth behind his ear, laying kisses down his neck until you reach the point where his neck becomes his shoulder. You bite him, just hard enough that he sucks in his breath. You kiss him along his collarbone, occasionally nipping a little with your teeth. All the while you are teasing his erection with your fingers, letting them dance up and down the length of it. Every so often you press your hand down so that you are palming him and he moans, wanting more, but then you pull your hand away just to see him whine with frustration.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N…”

“Uh huh,” you smile at him and bite your lip.

You wrap your hand around him and slowly start to stroke up and down. Lin’s head falls back onto the pillow and he closes his eyes. You return to kissing his chest before trailing your way down to his stomach and over his hips. While his eyes are still closed you flick your tongue over the head of his cock and you feel him leap in your hands. His eyes open wide and he groans. You look up at him, give him your wickedest smile, then hold the eye contact as you start to take him into your mouth. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head up and down. With one hand you support your weight but with the other you cup his balls and very gently squeeze them.

“Oh God, Y/N, your mouth feels…” Lin starts but the sentence trails off as you swirl your tongue over his tip, tasting the precum beginning to gather there. All of a sudden he gently but firmly pulls your head back.

“No, please, I don’t wanna come yet.” You move back up his body and the two of you lie on your sides facing one another. Your mouths find each other again, but this time the kiss is slower, more lingering. You wrap your arms around each other and pull each other as close as possible, your breasts pushed against his chest, your legs intertwined. Your tongues press against each other as your mouths move perfectly together. He sucks your lower lip into his mouth then gently tugs at it with his teeth. It’s one of the most incredible kisses you’ve ever experienced: sultry, wanting, but there’s an intimacy you’ve never before experienced so immediately.

You lie like that, kissing, for a little while, occasionally breaking for breath. Your hands roam over each other’s bodies, searching out the little spots that make each other gasp. Gradually the kisses get more intense again and Lin rolls you onto your back. He is on top of you and instinctively you open your legs so that he can settle between them. You can feel his erection pressed between your legs and you tilt your hips just so that he can feel how wet he is making you. Lin leans up on his elbows and looks down at you.

“You OK?” He asks tenderly, brushing some hair from your face.

“I’m very OK,” you smile back before pulling him into another kiss.

As the kiss ends, Lin makes to get up. When you look at him in surprise, he just says “condom”.

“I’m on the pill,” you say, and Lin moves back on top of you. Holding your gaze, he reaches down to position himself at your entrance. He watches your face intently, lips slightly parted, as he slowly presses himself into you. He feels incredible and as you feel yourself being stretched and filled you can’t help but let out a long, low moan. Once he bottoms out he is still for a couple of seconds, both of you adjusting to the intense sensations and taking in how this feels. Then he pulls back and starts thrusting in and out of you, just at the perfect speed. You adjust the angle of your hips slightly, which has the effect of the head of his cock hitting that place that makes your lose your breath. You grip his upper arms as you meet his thrusts and very soon you feel another orgasm start to build.

Your head falls back and you bite your lip, pushing your hips up even more. Without you having to say anything, Lin realises you’re on the edge and starts fucking you harder, grunting a little with every thrust. Hearing him so unguarded, seeing him moving over you, feeling the sweat as your bodies glide against each other, feeling him so deep inside you, the friction of his pelvis against your clit… as you peak you cry out, incapable of forming words.

Seeing you lose control like that tips Lin over the edge. “Oh fuck, Y/N, yes, yes, fuck..” Lin moans, cursing in a mixture of English and Spanish as he spills into you, his hips stuttering, his head buried in the crook of your neck. You stay like that for a few seconds, both of you panting heavily, sweat dripping from both your bodies. Eventually Lin puts his head up and gazes at you.

“You are so amazing, so sexy, so… so fucking good!” You both start grinning stupidly and Lin rolls off you to starfish on the bed next to you.

“Wow!” You laugh, and that makes Lin laugh too. The two of you giggle helplessly for reasons neither of you quite understand, but you don’t care. You feel giddy and alive.

As the sweat starts to dry on your body you shiver slightly, which Lin notices. He reaches down for the bedcover, which has been kicked off somewhere along the way, and pulls it up over both of you. You both automatically settle into a spooning position and as Lin wraps his arm around you, you feel strangely protected. The last thing you remember before you slip into sleep is feeling Lin’s lips gently brush your cheek.

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Here you go, my dear readers...I know I havent written anything in a while, but the lovely @yourrenegadekitty has written some splended smut that I just had to share with you all.

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