Jet Lagged (Lin/Reader)
Prompt: I’ve got 26 prompt requests and this isn’t one of them lol I’m the worst. Thanks so much to @hamimagines and @god-damn-it-miranda for reading it over and giving feedback. I think you’re the best.
Author’s Note: I know I haven’t posted anything in like two months and truthfully I’m in the middle of 25 things that are all on their way soon… but this came first. That was a sex joke.
Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader
Summary: Lin has just returned home from 7 months in London and is due to present an award at the Tony’s that night. Exhaustion is hard to avoid, but you know exactly how to help.
Rating: M for explicit oral sex
Warnings: Yeah there’s a blowjob that’s about as explicit as it gets. Fair warning.
@huffleheyguys (who still isn’t sick of being tagged in everything)
The faint sound of Lin’s voice pulled you out of a deep sleep. You groaned, barely opening your eyes to find him kneeling by your bedside, fully dressed.
“I’m leaving,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back around three, okay?”
“Don’t go,” you protested, pulling him closer. “Stay in bed with me. You haven’t even been home for twenty-four hours.”
“I have to go to rehearsal.” he insisted, kissing your lips this time. “I’ll be home in a few hours. I promise.”
He kissed you one more time before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Lin had returned from seven months in London the previous afternoon, a fact that had you nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement. You picked him up from the airport, had dinner, gone to see Waitress, and headed home only to pass out a few minutes later.
Today was the day of the Tony Awards. While he wasn’t up for any awards this year, he was expected to present the award for Best Musical. Rehearsal started at 7 am, which explained why the sun had barely risen when he kissed you goodbye.
As much as you wanted to stay home with him catch up on all of the physical activity missed while he was gone, you knew he had a responsibility to be there. Instead of hoping, it would be best, you figured, to be productive.
You got up, started the coffee maker and began rifling through his things in an attempt to put them back where they belonged. Clothing that had been washed before he flew home was promptly put away, the dirty clothes placed in the hamper to be washed later.
You managed to get a few loads of laundry done in the basement of your building and put some other household items back in their place. Things Lin could have (and would have) easily done himself, but you were feeling particularly generous due to his return.
When you glanced at the clock after getting a large amount of work done, you realized it was just after three. He was due home any minute.
As if on cue, the front door opened and he stepped in, looking visibly exhausted.
“You look more exhausted now than you did this morning.” you pointed out, greeting him with a brief kiss.
“I’m fine,” he insisted, though you could tell he was clearly lying.
“Why don’t you try to take a nap?” you suggested, slowly nudging him toward the bedroom. “You’re gonna be out late tonight, you could really afford the extra sleep.”
“I should help you.” he insisted, catching sight of the stacks of clean laundry waiting to be put away in the living room.
“I don’t need your help. I need you to take a nap.” you insisted. “I’ll wake you at five.”
Though he still didn’t seem to agree with you, he headed into the bedroom anyway.
When five rolled around, you made your way to the bedroom only to find him already awake, typing away on his phone.
“You didn’t even try to sleep?”
“I got maybe an hour,” he assured you. “I couldn’t go back to sleep so I just started responding to emails.”
“Well, it’s five,” you reminded him. “You should probably start getting ready to leave.”
You could hear the faint sound of the shower running from the bathroom as you relocated the clean clothes to your bedroom. You’d managed to put most of it away by the time he got out, instead focusing on your attention on watching him get dressed up. A fact that he found rather amusing.
“Am I distracting you?” he teased, staring in the mirror as he tied his bowtie.
“A little bit,” you confessed, a small smile on your face. “You clean up nicely.”
“Yeah?” He smirked at you.
“Your hair is a little flat though,” He turned to you as you stood up and adjusted his hair slightly so it rounded a bit more. “There. Better.”
“Is it good?” he asked, glancing at himself in the mirror again.
“Your hair looks fine. You still look really tired though,” you admitted.
He seems slightly defeated by your words. “I guess I can’t fight jet lag.”
“I can help.” you offered with a sly grin.
“Wait how can you—” he stopped mid-sentence as he watched you kneel in front of him. He stepped back, pressed against the wall, watching you reach up and unzip his dress pants.
You smiled up at Lin, meeting his eyes while you pulled him out of his briefs and took him in your hands. You cupped him in your hands, loving the feel of the soft skin, gently running your fingers along the base. You offered him a wicked smile before you licked the tip, swirled your tongue all over the head, and kitten licked up and down his length. You paid special attention to the bundle of nerves right below the head before swallowing him down.
He groaned, running his hands through your hair; not forcing you down, just holding you as you wrapped your tongue around his dick and sucked and licked and—
“Oh god,” he moaned, arching forward, fisting his hands in your hair. You took all of him, swallowed him down to the hilt. You chuckled with him still in your mouth. He breathed heavily, “Fuck, this is so go… good.”
As you bobbed your head back and forth, you could feel him tensing up. You moved your head slower, grazing your tongue slowly along the bottom of his dick.
“I’m close,” he managed through staggered breaths. You glanced up at him again, winking when your eyes met. That sent him over the edge.
With a long groan, you could feel him spill onto the back of your throat. You swallowed with ease, pulling him out of your mouth and licking him once more for good measure.
He was out of breath, wiping a few beads of sweat from his forehead as you stood up.
“I uh… I’m awake.”
“I know, you look it.” You tapped him on the shoulder once, kissing him on the cheek. “Alright, go get ‘em.”
He was gone within minutes, off to meet his parents downstairs before heading downtown. After finishing with laundry, you pulled your laptop out and sat in front of the TV, waiting for the awards to start.
It was a while before they started and even longer before he was on to present the final award.
When he did come on the stage you headed to Twitter, where there a large were a number of people discussing Lin and how good looking he was considering he’d flown in from London less than 48 hours before. Some mentioned how young he looked, another person added that he looked rather ‘bouncy’. Even you had to agree they were right, he looked much better on stage than he did after rehearsal a few hours ago.
You were at least partially responsible for that, you figured, which gave you a small sense of pride.
You pulled out your phone, typing a quick text to him knowing he would see it after the show.
Everyone says you look really hot… I guess I saved the finale 😏
I’m taking full credit. My blowjobs are magic
It was a few minutes before you received a response.
That’s probably true, but maybe we should try a few more times just to make sure? 😉
You smirked at your phone and quickly typed up a response.
I hope for your sake you get home before I get to bed
After a few minutes, he responded.
I have never wanted to leave the Tonys so quickly in my life.