#lin sin

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)

When he came into your room, he would always knock and wait for you to answer. You always invited him in.

He rocked your world and left you spent and breathless, leaving without a goodbye, or a kiss.

You were so fucking torn. You know your body needed him, but you were beginning to want his attention in other ways, and that was so fucking annoying.

So you began acting out.

You were killing him. All Lin really wanted was for you to admit that you had feelings for him. He wasn’t going to force himself on you; you always let him into your bed willingly.

For a little while, he let your eager response to him make him believe that you wanted him too, and for more than just sex. But as soon as the euphoria evaporated, he left, to avoid seeing you turn away from him.

He hung out with his friends as late as he could every evening, to avoid the cold space that was his home.

You started going out with your girls, mainly to the same clubs and bars that Lin frequented. Your favorite, and his, was Ricky’s.

The first time he saw you, he stalked over to you and asked what you were doing.

You gave him a smart ass remark about him and your father, and although his eyes flashed, he left you alone, moodily staring at you from across the room.

You didn’t want to interpret his soulful dark eyes as puppy dog, but as soulless monster. It helped you sleep at night.

This kept up for about a week, until Lin thought it was time he took control. The fact that other dudes in the bar were ogling you and buying you drinks was the final straw.

This night, Lin pulled you into a corner of the club, where it was dark.

"I want to talk about us. Some things need to change. You seem to have forgotten that ass is mine."

You were annoyed.

"Why do you wanna fuck up a nice night by trying to start an argument? I told you what was up. I don't want to hear anymore about it. Don't be a fucking simp."

You started to walk away. Lin yanked you back by your arm.

"I'm a simp?"

Lin was speaking through clenched teeth.

"Well, if you want to have anything else to do with me, our lifestyle, or this marriage, you better listen the fuck up when I say I want to talk."

You tried to pull away from his grip, but he had your arm fast. You slapped him and tried to get away.

Lim stopped, then smiled as he grabbed your face and turned it back toward him. You looked at him with those fucking pretty wide eyes.

Fuck, he was as hard as a rock.

"Let. Me. Go."

You sounded pissed but looked turned on.

"Get your fucking hands off me."

Lin immediately let you go but you didn't move. He could tell you wanted it. You stood there and looked at him as if you’d never seen him before. Then you bit your lip.

"Go on. Take a little time to cool down if you want to get over yourself. But when I say come here, you'd better bring your ass to me. Like that."

Lin snapped his fingers and you jumped, as if you were startled. You cleared your throat and smoothed your hair as you backed away toward the bar.

"I-I'm going to get a drink."

Lin kept staring you down.

"You do that. Remember, bring that ass here when I say so."

You turned around and Lin could have sworn he saw a smile on your face as you turned.

About 15 minutes later, you walked over to the table. Lin had another drink. You and he had stalked each other the rest of the night.

You tried, unsuccessfully, not to let him catch you checking for him.

The song you danced to at your wedding came on, and

As the song started, he started to move toward you. Lin pointed to the spot next to him and you were there in three seconds. He didn't speak as he took you in his arms. You moved as one for about four minutes as the song played.

After it was over, he led you to a banquette on the other side of the bar and let his hands do the talking as you waited for midnight.

He had you nervous. Lin’s hands were traveling up your leg to the hem of your dress. He didn’t stop there, but continued north.

"Everyone can see what you're doing.”

Your eyes fell halfway closed as Lin’s hand went in your panties. He didn't speak for a couple of minutes as he did what he wanted.

"I'm just getting you ready for what's going to happen after we talk. In about 30 seconds," Lin paused as he fingered you. "You’re going to cum. Exactly when I tell you to.”

Lins fingers were between the lips of your pussy and circling your clit with tight, insistent strokes.

"Oh. Ok."

You were under his spell and any resistance was long gone. Lin worked your clit faster.

“If I had the space and opportunity, I would spank this clit. Punish you for being a bad girl.”

Your eyes were focused on Lin’s lips, and the filthy words he was saying. For some reason you wanted to be his good girl. His lips were delicious… You were hypnotized as he started a countdown. You weren’t going to kiss him, but…

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... “

Lin’s voice was every. Thing.

"Cum. Now."

No one. Absolutely no one but your husband was watching you when you came at his command. You tried to keep it quiet, but it didn't matter. No one cared. Except you and Lin.

"Fuck! Lin...."

You were exhausted. All the tension and now this.

Lin watched you for a few with a little smile on his face and then moved quickly, very pleased with himself.

"Get it together. We will talk. And we will fuck. And then we will make love. So straighten up. I don't want to hear that you are tired. Let's go."

You scrambled up, straightened your dress and followed Lin over to his friends.

You watched and listened in a daze as he said his goodbys. But you were so tired from the orgasm. You didn't realize it when you yawned.

You realized your mistake as you saw Lin's expression and his raised eyebrow.

You crossed your arms and tried to look tough. You had to save face.

"No time for sleep. You know what's up."

You rolled your eyes, insolent once again.

Lin moved toward you and whispered, "If you don't wake the fuck up and bring your ass with me, I will throw you over my knee right here, pull up your dress and spank the fuck outta you. In front of everyone."

You pulled back so she could see his face. Lin was as serious as a heart attack.

"Try me."

You straightened up and blushed.

You got more excited as Lin yanked you closer to him as you walked out the door.

You two waited at the valet and it was awkward. The car came around and Lin helped you in like a gentleman.

Inside he was not.

“Get the fuck on your knees.”

You followed the direction of Lin’s finger pointing to the floor of the suv.

“You must be joking.”

Lin moved and took out his cock, stroking the already hard and shiny length.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.”

You couldn’t resist it and got on your knees in front of him. You didn’t have much practice with this, but the few times you did it, Lin told you it was good.

You went to work wetly sucking and licking him, making it sloppy as he seemed to like. As you looked up at him, his head was thrown back as his eyes peered down at you and you could hear the grunts in the back of his throat.

When his hand came up to push your head down, you gladly planted your nose at the base of his cock and gagged, just to hear him curse in Spanish.

When you pulled off, Lin grabbed your dress and pulled it off, slapping and roughly pinching your nipples. It only made you wetter.

“Fuck!”

“You like that? Want my cock?”

You nodded like a fiend.

“Then you do what the fuck I say. Get the fuck up here.”

You scrambled up and placed your thighs on either side of his on the seat of the car. He was teasing you with his cock at your entrance.

He smacked your ass a few times, just how you liked, pulled your panties to the side and started to descend down his shaft.

Lin unexpectedly stopped you at his tip, fingers grabbing you harshly at your hip.

“Things are going to change. We sleep in the same bed from now on.”

You nodded and he let you go lower, but only halfway. You groaned because you wanted it all.

“And we talk. We communicate. We don’t just fuck.”

You lowered your eyes.

“Look at me. Give me a kiss.”

You paused, feeling Lin pound and you quiver, but also something else. Then you looked up at him, leaned forward and kissed him, his tongue destroying your soul. You slid down his dick and swiveled your hips to feel all of him.

You separated and Lin grinned. He was kinda cute. Then he smirked and leaned you back, holding you up with his hand on you neck as he pounded up into you until you both came, screaming and sweaty in the back of a car.

You came back up and leaned on his chest, feeling him soften and start to slip out of you. You closed your eyes for a few and before you knew it, Lin was getting you up to get dressed before you excited the car at your building.

He fixed himself, got out, and extended his hand.

“Let’s go to bed.”

He winked at you and you couldn’t help but smile.

Lord help you. You were in love with your husband.

Welp. What do ya think?

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Smells of popcorn filled the house; a soft glow from the TV lit up Lin's face as he clicked through Netflix, undecided on what to watch. You brought in your favorite blanket as well as drinks to go with the popcorn.

You took your spot next to Lin on the couch, cuddling close to him. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow and a soft smile.

"I see I was missed," he chuckles. A light blush swept over your face as your stomach swirled.

"Yes, very much so," you replied, hiding your face in his shoulder, playing coy. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your head. Truth is, he missed you just as much, if not more. How he wished you could've been there with him, but he knew you had your own work to do and your own places to be. Maybe next time, you could come with him so he wouldn't get so lonely.

"What movie were you thinking about?" You asked, dragging him out of his thoughts.

"Honestly, I don't know. Too many to choose from," He sighed.

"Let me choose then," You said, trying to take the remote. He held it away from you, extending his arm out from the couch.

"Liinn," you whined. You climbed over him, straddling his lap. You lovingly looked at him in his eyes, leaning in slowly. You gave him a soft kiss before deepening it. He let himself relax into the kiss, and his arms came to hold you. You took his distraction as your moment and took the remote, promptly taking your seat back next to him.

"That was totally unfair," He grumbled. You just smiled and put on a murder documentary. "No- Y/N, absolutely not. We're not watching another one of your murder documentaries!"

"Why not?"

"What if you get ideas?"

"Lin, baby, I could never kill you. You're way too cute. I mean, just look at this face," You said, pinching his cheek and baby talking to him. He pushed your hand off and made a fake angry face. You laughed and hugged him, patting his head. He leaned into your touch, relishing in it as he had longed for it when he was away.

You pulled the blanket close, snuggling close to him. His arm went back around you, and your head lay on his chest.

You had missed him so much, it was almost overwhelming. You craned your neck to kiss his cheek, then moved down and gave soft kisses to his neck. His hand squeezed tighter around you. You smirked into his neck, continuing the kisses. You straddled his lap, going from kisses to soft nips.

"Y/N, my love, don't start something you can't finish," He said, a little breathless. You took this as your cue to start slightly grinding your hips. His hands went around your waist as you were now looking into his eyes. You leaned in closer to him, glancing down at his perfect lips before he closed the distance between the both of you.

His hands guided your hips; he could feel his dick waking up. Your lips on his were perfect. He wanted more and his head was starting to get that fuzzy feeling as the blood in his body started to go elsewhere. He became suddenly more aware when the TV started talking about more horribly gruesome things about murder.

"Baby, I love you, but I'm not going to fuck you while a murder documentary is playing," Lin said, pulling away.

You laughed and scrambled for the remote, changing it from the show to playing sensual music.

"Much better," Lin muttered. He took you in his arms and flipped you over so he would now be on top. His mouth went to your neck, giving small nips, leaving his mark. He moved down, tugging at your shirt, asking for permission. You took it off for him. He took a sharp breath in, taking in you and all of your glory. Your instinct was to cover up even though Lin had seen your body many, many times. You knew that he didn't care about the scars from the top surgery or the chub at your stomach, but you cared. You couldn’t help but feel insecure. Lin knew this, so he held your hands in his, praising you.

"So handsome, mi amor, love you so much," He said in between kisses. His hands moved to your thighs, rubbing sensually. He looked up, asking for permission once again. You nodded. All you wanted him to do right now was to rip the clothes off the both of you and fuck you into next Sunday. But he was going to take his time. The pants came off, leaving you in your underwear. You felt exposed. You tugged on his shirt, wanting to even out the playing field. He reached behind him, pulling it up and off of his body.

You pulled him back up to you. Your hands went to his shoulders, feeling his body. He was stronger than he looked. You could feel the muscle under your fingertips. The rest of him was perfect as well. His chest and stomach were perfectly soft, the best for cuddling. You loved him so much, every part of him.

He made his way back down, kissing your body on his way, leaving red marks that would later turn a deep purple. His hands went to your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Much too slow for your pace, so you kicked them the rest of the way off.

Lin was amused by your impatience. He spread your thighs, placing soft kisses on the inside, making his way up. Your stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies. Anticipation was getting the best of you.

"Lin, please," You whined, pushing your hips up to him.

"Patience, cariño," He said. "I'll make you feel so good, but let me take in what I've been missing first."

You fought the urge to whine because that was really sweet. Lin was a sweetheart. He took pleasure in pleasuring you. He continued kissing your thighs, massaging them, whispering praises to you and your body. Now, you couldn’t help but feel sexy. You felt wanted and loved.

His face was inching closer to where you needed him. Fuck, please, Lin-Manuel, you thought, hoping he was finally going to pleasure you in the way you needed.

A noise that you would not later admit to, escaped you as he finally put his mouth where you needed it most. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging the strands and pulling him closer. Your back arched as he sucked and licked in ways that made your vision blur.

"Oh, Fuck, Lin- please. More please," You had been reduced to a whining, begging mess all by his mouth. He alternated swiping his tongue over your t-dick and sucking it. At your plea for more, he added a finger, curling it up, hitting the special spot inside you. You were a blubbering mess, begging him for more, to not stop, praising him for how good he made you feel. He added a second finger, adding to the sensations. You could feel yourself getting closer. Your muscles were going stiff as your thighs wrapped around Lin's head. His hand went to your stomach, pressing down softly. Your eyes were screwed shut as feelings of euphoria started taking over. You reward his actions with moans of his name, a sound he could never get tired of. You fought hard to hold back, not wanting it to be over just yet. Lin could tell.

"Don't hold back, baby. Let go for me." Lin was breathless. You forced your eyes open to see him with a blissed-out look on his face and grinding his hips into the couch. The sight alone was enough to send you over the edge. But the sensations of him talking into you combined with the slight burn from his stubble only added to it. The rubber band was snapping, and there was no turning back.

Bliss overtook you. Your back arched at an impossible angle, your legs shook as the waves crashed through your body, and your hole closed tight around his fingers. Your eyes screwed back shut, completely unable to open them now. You tugged tight on his hair with one hair, the other going to his shoulders and gripping, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. You felt a wetness leave your body, but you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to be embarrassed.

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's it. Let go for me, give me all you've got."

God his voice was sexy. Cries of his name left your lips as he drug out every last bit of your orgasm. The waves were subsiding as your body trembled. Lin slowed down, taking his fingers out and cleaning them off with his tongue before doing the same down there.

"Taste so damn good, mi amor. Can't get enough of you."

Lin was painfully hard and still in his pants, made apparent to you when he removed them before climbing on top of you. He let his head fall to kiss your neck gently while you caught your breath.

"Love you so much, baby. Missed you so much. I never wanna be away from you this long again," He praised

He lifted your legs around his waist, catching your eye and asking for permission. You nodded, looking up at him with doe eyes. He held himself up with one arm, the other, he moved to your hand, holding it as he entered you.

The stretch was delicious. He leaned down, kissing you deeply, this time with no distraction. Your other arm went to his shoulder, holding on tight as he started moving. He quickly found his rhythm, moving his hips hard and fast. You all but screamed at his pace, the pleasure was overwhelming. Your hand squeezed his tight and pulled him closer with your legs.

His cock hit all the right spots. His shaft rubbing against your special spot and the tip hitting the deepest spot inside you. Lin removed his hand from yours, snaking it down in between the two of you, expertly playing with your t-dick. Your now free hand flew to his shoulder, your arms and legs now wrapped around him. He hit his thrusts harder, causing you to arch your back and drag your nails down his back. The pain fueled him. Goddamn, this man had great stamina for a 42-year-old.

Your hole clenched around him as you felt yourself growing close again. "Lin, please, I'm close," You moaned.

"Hold it for me, baby," He said, voice strained. Fuck you would do anything he asked. He sounded so hot. Groans and grunts escaped him, and his own pleasure was apparent on his face. You clenched around him particularly hard and a little moan escaped him. The sounds he made threw you off the edge.

You couldn’t help it. His cock was hitting all the right places, the noises he made were so unbelievably sexy, his fingers, playing you like an instrument had all snapped the rubber band. Your legs shook as you squirted on his cock. You were going to have to deep-clean this couch later.

He couldn't even be mad. Seeing you orgasm like that was so incredibly hot. The rubber band was winding up in him now. His stomach was taut. He fucked into you impossibly harder, he was losing control. "Fuck, baby. So fuckin hot. Love it when you cum all over my cock. Fuck- so tight."

You couldn’t tell if your last orgasm had never stopped, or if this was a new one coming, but the rubber band had been replaced and wound up in you again. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm close. You got one more in you?" You nodded quickly, unable to speak as pleasure was overtaking you fast. You were overstimulated in the best way possible as aftershocks from the last orgasm started combining with this one. Lin's thrusts became more sloppy as his cock begged for release. "Yes, that's it baby, let go for me, fuck you feel so good."

Lin couldn’t hold back anymore. You were begging him to cum inside you, and boy did he fulfill your wish. His balls tightened as his cock pumped his cum deep inside you. His tip felt almost overwhelmingly sensitive as the sensation spread through the rest of his cock. Aftershocks of your orgasm only added to the sensation. He could no longer keep his eyes open. He moved slowly now, milking every last drop of both of your orgasms before coming to a stop.

You both hissed as Lin moved out, his cock going soft once more. He stayed on top of you for awhile, catching his breath and relishing in the high. He peppered light kisses to your face, starting his aftercare routine.

Once he was able, he stood up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. You used the toilet as he started a warm bath for the two of you. He put the bubble bath solution in and climbed in himself. You followed shortly after, sitting in between his legs. Lin wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You leaned back into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"You did so good for me, baby. I love you so much," He said softly.

"I love you too, Lin-Manuel," You turned your head to kiss him, smiling into it.