So It Goes
Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Summary:
That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire.
Perhaps you could stay a little longer…
Rating: Explicit (literally just shameless smut lol)
Words: 3,780
You had barely seen Lin all week, and it was driving you a little mad.
Just another of the perks of being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t sit still if he tried, you supposed; there were often times when your schedules simply refused to line up. You would leave early in the mornings while he was still asleep; and he’d be on his way out by the time you made your way back in the evenings. Though you’d finally moved in together, in times like this you missed each other terribly.
Lin had been texting you between meetings today, but it wasn’t the same. Now, he’d barely been at home ten minutes before he was getting ready to leave again, accompanying his parents to yet another charity gala tonight; while you had plans of your own, arranging a birthday celebration for one of your friends — but you both knew very well where you’d rather be.
You could hear the shower going in your ensuite bathroom as you got dressed. For a moment, you contemplated joining Lin in there, wanting to steal a moment together before you went separate ways again… You smirked at the mirror, entertaining the idea. It wouldn’t be the first time. But alas, time wasn’t on your side; if the both of you didn’t leave soon, he’d soon suffer the wrath of his parents and you of your friends, who’d all already made it clear they were waiting.
So before either you or Lin could distract each other, you resolved to get ready and get out. You’d chosen the night out to debut a new outfit: you slipped into a black mini dress with a plunging lace-up back, and a pair of classic black Louboutins. You admired your fresh manicure; getting your nails done was a high-maintenance luxury you rarely indulged in, but you felt like a million bucks with your short stiletto tips that were just sharp enough, in a shimmering shade of black. Briefly, you let your mind wander back to him, thinking about what other kinds of mischief you could get up to…
No, you could not. Not now, anyway.
Standing in front of the mirror at your shared vanity, you spritzed on your perfume, mixing it with a light spray of his, forming an irresistibly heady combination of your lavender and mandarin scent with his woody vetiver cologne. That would have to do for now.
You finished up your makeup with your dark red lipstick - you only ever wore it on date nights with Lin, but it worked with your outfit, so long as he didn’t see… Even better if he did.
Well, you should’ve known.
As you struggled with the laces at the back of your dress, Lin strolled out of the en-suite, emerging into the bedroom with a cloud of steam and the intoxicating scent of his aftershave.
You paused.
Your hands fell to your sides as you watched him through the mirror. He’d just shaved and showered; his hair was still wet, cheeks a little flushed from the heat, a towel in his hands, his boxers low on his hips.
It just got a little hotter in here…
“Babe, do you know where my —” Lin began, distractedly attempting to towel-dry his hair, until he looked up, and his stunning dark brown eyes met yours in the mirror. He stopped in his tracks and eyed you appreciatively; his jaw would’ve dropped to the ground if this wasn’t real life. “Oh, wow. You look… stunning,” he gasped, unable to take his eyes off you. And although you’d been together long enough, his compliments and the way he looked at you still made you blush like a teen with a crush.
“Thank you,” you giggled, returning the favour and checking him out in the mirror again. You made no effort to hide the fact, watching as he threw his towel onto the bed and pulled on a freshly-ironed white shirt, leaving the buttons undone for now. Of course he knew you were staring, and of course he loved the attention - but you couldn’t help yourself. He was gorgeous; his body was a perfect balance of firm and soft, leaving you somewhere between wanting to screw him senseless and spend your nights snuggling. Though you knew all too well by now, he could totally do both…
You felt his gaze still fixed on you, but you didn’t mind one bit - for, you were momentarily distracted by a little bead of water that dripped from his still-wet hair, trailing its way down his chest and further still, until it disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers. You weren’t sure how it was physically possible to envy a water droplet, but hell, you wished you were clinging to him exactly like that.
Fuck, he was sexy. You were lucky…
All this time, and you were both just as crazy for each other’s minds, bodies and souls as you were in those early days. You smirked at him, still holding eye contact in the mirror.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, “I almost don’t want to go.”
“Then, don’t,” Lin said simply. That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire.
Perhaps you could stay a little longer…
“Funny.” You looked at him through the mirror, gesturing to the open back of your dress. “Tie me up?”
He quirked a brow at you, catching on to your completely intentional double-entendre. “Gladly,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. His hands slipped around you and he took hold of your wrists, bringing them behind your back, locked in his firm grip, “Rope or handcuffs, hm?”
You felt your breath hitch at his sultry tone, his breath gently tickling your skin, his lips brushing your neck as he spoke. You weren’t opposed to either option, really…
But as much as you wanted to relent, you both had places to be tonight, and you rolled your eyes at your own lack of self-control.
“My dress, Lin. Please?” you attempted to reason. But he knew what you mutually wanted and he paid your request no heed, instead leaving a tender trail of kisses down your neck and along your exposed shoulder. His fingertips briefly brushed the back of your neck, setting off sparks under your skin as he swept your hair to one side, grasping the loose laces of your dress, his touch leaving you burning in its wake.
“Y’know, I would rather untie this…” he mused, and you bit your lip as you felt your dress loosen up, his fingers working deftly between the laces at your back to undo them instead. Go figure, he would know his way around complicated costume fastenings…
“As much as I’d love that, baby, we both have to leave soon,” you sighed, although his propositions were sounding more appealing by the second.
“We could be fashionably late,” Lin suggested casually, wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you involuntarily lean back into him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby… I don’t want to share.” The crisp, clean scent of his shower gel and aftershave and just him flooded your senses and he dipped his head down, feathering quick, hot open-mouthed kisses from the nape of your neck down your back - or what of it was exposed above your dress - and back up again, his perfectly groomed goatee deliciously rough against your skin. “I have an hour to get to the gala,” he murmured, completely unravelling the laces at the back of your dress so that your sleeves slipped off of your shoulders. “Tell your friends you got stuck in traffic and we could make up for lost time…”
You didn’t have the heart to argue there was no traffic on the subway. And really, he knew exactly what he was doing - you were convinced and, honestly, already distractingly wet for him. It had been a long week.
The rest of the world could wait - in here, this was your world.
When Lin’s gaze met yours in the mirror again, your heart practically skipped a beat. It was like he could read your thoughts. He slipped his shirt off and tossed it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner of the room, taking you back into his embrace, and the warmth of his chest against your back and his arms wrapped around you set you aflame in the best of ways. His left hand came to rest at your hip, his right finding its way to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin silk of your dress; you immediately leant into his touch, dropping your head back onto his shoulder, happy enough to melt into him. He held you flush against him so you could feel his heart pounding against your back and his hard-on pressing against your ass. Your heart raced in time with his. Hell, you weren’t going anywhere soon…
“Lin…” Still not entirely sure whether to give up or give in, you placed your own hand over his, gently scraping your nails over the back of his palm and up his forearm, feeling him shiver ever so slightly, “We have to —”
“I know, but… Please, princesa?” he whispered in your ear, sending your heart into a frenzy again. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his voice, his lips at your neck again…
“I— I missed you.” You sighed when his left hand found the hem of your dress and delicately pulled it up, his fingertips gently caressing your thigh before he slowly hooked his thumb into your panties. “Oh, fuck, yes…"
“Hmm…” Lin hummed softly, toying with the black lace you wore. You let out a small gasp when you felt the slight pressure of his fingers through the thin fabric, involuntarily grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find some friction already. He had a tendency to tease you until you begged for him, and you’d be damn near about to drop to your knees if he carried on like this. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were seeing someone else tonight…” he remarked as he slipped the black lace off you, that devilish smirk on his lips.
You shook your head, willing him to go on. “Only you, baby. Please, just — I can’t do another four hours without you,” you practically pled, trying to guide his hand with your own, aching for his touch.
“Thought as much. Good thing we’re only half dressed, huh?” he said with a low laugh as he teased you with those sinful fingers, swiping one along your folds, already slick with arousal. Your eyes fluttered shut when he nipped at your neck, and suddenly nothing else mattered except Lin and his delicate, deliberate touches… “Look in the mirror, mi amor. Mírame…” he whispered.
Oh, he absolutely knew what he was doing.
He knew very well that his little endearments and quips in Spanish drove you wild, and he used it to his advantage every damn time. His soft voice in your ear sent a shiver down your spine - one he certainly felt too. You felt his heart pounding, his breaths hot and ragged, just as turned on as you were, as he easily pushed two fingers into your dripping heat.
Knowing you’d do anything he asked, you forced yourself to open your eyes, only to be greeted by the lascivious image of your reflections in the mirror, Lin’s strong arms wrapped around your frame, his fingers already taking you to places you’d barely even dreamt of before him. You whimpered softly at the sensory overload, the sensation of his expert finger-fucking, the sight of him slowly taking you apart, his scent surrounding you, his low whispers in your ear… It was almost too much to bear and your eyes slowly closed again as you let yourself fall into him.
A sexy little sigh escaped his lips when you reached up behind you, trailing your fingertips along the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level. Following your lead, he tilted his face down and you leaned towards him, gripping his hair as you finally got a taste of his gorgeously kissable lips, the faint scent of mint and something sweet taking you over. Your lipstick would be ruined, but it was worth it… As his tongue delved between your eagerly parted lips, his thumb circled your clit and you moaned helplessly into his mouth as you came over his fingers.
“Look at me, baby,” Lin whispered against your lips, drawing back from your kiss, withdrawing his fingers. You slowly opened your eyes again, but the fireworks under your skin refused to subside as you met his gaze.
Satisfied, he slowly turned you around to face him and you looked up into his deep brown eyes, dark with desire as he placed one finger under your chin, still glistening with your nectar, tilting your face up to his own. You knew his teasing wouldn’t go on much longer.
“Missed you more,” he said softly, before he leant in to meet you in another heart-stopping kiss.
“Doubt it,” you whispered against his lips, placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your palm, “You’re perfect, you know?”
Lin simply shook his head, his eyes silently countering a no, you are until he captured your lips again, his right hand cupping your face, tenderly caressing your cheek while his left slipped beneath your dress again.
But you wouldn’t let him win this game easily: just like you’d been fantasising earlier, you scraped your reasonably sharp nails down his smooth, tanned chest. He shivered at the sensation and briefly pulled back, wincing in a twisted combination of pain and pleasure. You paused, but then he tilted back his head, baring his neck to you, and grabbed your hand in his own.
“Damn. Baby, what was that?” he asked, his voice barely above a low rasp. Just from hearing that, you knew you had him already.
“Got my nails done. You like that?” You giggled, slowly dragging your nails up his arm again. His dark gaze followed your fingers for a few seconds until he wrapped his hand around your wrist, stopping you at his shoulder.
He nodded. “Mhm…” he exhaled softly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and his reaction to you had you aching to have him closer already. He gripped your wrist tighter and you dug your nails harder into his skin as he guided your hand further down his body, stopping you just above the waistband of his boxers. “Fuck me, that feels good…”
Lin bit his lip, eyes meeting yours again. Smirking, you tugged his boxers down and he made quick work of kicking them off, discarding them to the floor as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, already hard and ready for you. His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned as you slowly stroked his length, teasing him with gentle scrapes of your nails.
But when your ministrations became too much for him to bear, he grabbed your wrist again and tore your hand away, hooking your legs around his hips instead. You let out a small scream of surprise when he lifted you off your feet, and he laughed lightly in your ear as he carried you the few steps across the room to your bed. You slipped your arms around his neck, letting him.
“I hate weeks like this,” Lin whispered, laying you back on the bed and balancing himself above you, those gorgeous brown eyes dark with lust, “When we don’t get to…”
“I’d spend every waking moment with you if I could, but…” you said softly, “We have now.”
“And now’s all we need,” he finished, with that heart-melting smile that you’d fallen in love with. You nodded, pulling him in for a kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist again.
He knew, and he gripped your hip with one hand, squeezing your ass with the other as he buried himself deep within you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to him. But of course he knew you inside out, and when you were ready he began with slow thrusts, the kind that made you gasp and roll your hips against his in desperation.
“More, Lin…” you whimpered aloud, pleading him to keep going as your vision began to white out, the knot inside you tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Please, papi, I need more…”
“I got you, love…”
Pulling on his hair with one hand, with the other you dragged your nails down his back, digging them in to any part of his bare skin you could reach. Lin obliged your request, picking up his pace and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot until you couldn’t hold back any longer, letting yourself go. You screamed his name with reckless abandon as he moaned against your neck, biting and sucking at your skin while your hands roamed his body, your legs locked around his hips.
“Yes, baby…” he gasped, “Keep doing that - that - fuck, yes—”
You duly obliged, clenching your walls around him and clawing your sharp stiletto-tipped nails down his smooth back as he continued slamming into you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. You were practically seeing stars and you rode the wave with him. Before long, your name escaped his lips in a desperate groan, followed by a string of endearments and expletives as he filled you with his own release, yours following barely a beat later.
Both still panting for air, Lin rolled onto his back almost immediately, taking you with him, holding you firmly against his chest. He pulled you up to him, crashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, threading his fingers delicately through your hair. You felt his tongue prod at your bottom lip and you parted your lips to let him deepen the kiss, passionate as ever.
As you revelled in the feverish caress of his lips against yours, you scraped your nails down his chest again, eliciting a shiver from your dear lover as he trailed his gentle fingertips down to the small of your back, both still hypersensitive to each other’s complementing touches, hearts racing a mile a minute.
You’d both happily have stayed there all night, but his phone and yours simultaneously buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the comfortable silence you shared. Seeing it as a wake-up call, you reluctantly dragged yourself away from him to clean yourself up.
Lin stayed in bed, admiring you as you returned from the bathroom and zipped around the room, retrieving your dress, underwear and shoes. You hastily pulled your clothes back on, brushing the tangles out of your hair and quickly retouching your makeup, but really, any attempts to prevent yourself from getting distracted again were futile around him.
“Fuck me,” Lin murmured, taking in a deep breath, “I love you so much, princesa.”
You whirled around and playfully blew him a kiss. A blissful sigh escaped his lips, smudged red with your lipstick, and he feigned swooning at your flying kiss with his hands on his chest as he fell back into a pile of pillows and the crumpled duvet. You giggled. Lin dragged one hand through his hair, already messy enough from you tugging on it barely ten minutes before, resting one flexed arm behind his head. You bit your lip, admiring him right in return. You wished you could jump straight back into bed with him, and he wasn’t making it any easier for you to resist.
“And I love you, Lin,” you said, crossing the room towards him again. You barely noticed the way his deep brown eyes lit up with love as you leant in, cupping his cheek for a quick, chaste peck to his lips before you drew back.
“Don’t you have a gala to get ready for?” you quipped, perching on the edge of the bed with your back to him, gesturing to the laces on your dress again.
“Yup,” he replied nonchalantly, tugging on the lace a little too tight and you playfully swatted his hands away. “But,” he dropped his voice to that low whisper again, arms around your waist, lips at the nape of your neck again, “You look so goddamn sexy, I might just stay here and imagine you’re still wrapped around me and…”
“Fucking insatiable!” You giggled, turning to face him again once he’d successfully laced up your dress. “That means I don’t get to see you in that tux. Damn,” you pouted, making him laugh.
“I’ll send you a picture.”
“You better…”
It took all your willpower - and six missed calls from your friends - for you to finally kiss him goodbye and leave, only an hour late.
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Just as you hopped onto the A train, your phone buzzed with a text from Lin — ‘Have fun tonight, love. Leaving in 5. Call me later, I’ll come pick you up ❤️ - L’
You smiled; he was truly the sweetest. As promised, a few minutes later he sent an adorable selfie, all smart and suave in his tux with his hair styled back and a playful smirk on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He hadn’t quite been able to get rid of all your lipstick, though… You smirked at your screen when you noticed that.
You hit a like on the photo and sent a reply — ‘Looking like that, you’ll raise a million bucks, papi ;) see you later, love youuu xo’
But then a second message followed in quick succession, and it was far from sweet - in fact, it was downright sinful. He’d sent another photo, likely taken earlier; he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, showing off your raw scratches down his back — ‘Btw, this is what your damn nails did to me. Hope you’re happy… cause I want more 😏’
Your eyes immediately widened and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you saved the picture, biting your lip as your mind flashed back through what the two of you had gotten up to barely an hour ago. You quickly typed out your reply — ‘OH, FUCK YES. 🤤🥵’
You hadn’t even gotten as far as 96th Street, but you already couldn’t wait to go home with Lin tonight.
(inspired by this picture... TW bc he was actually like, injured - but excuse my wild thoughts k thanks)
