Lin-Manuel Miranda Smut

[Lois supermarvel]

The sun peeked through the slats of the blind, casting thin strips of light across the unfamiliar hotel room. The air had the scent of sex and a faint hint of last night's whiskey. Lin-Manuel Miranda, the Broadway legend known for his sharp wit and infectious optimism, stirred in the plush bed. His eyes opened with a start, and the events of the previous evening slowly began to coalesce in his foggy mind. He wasn't alone. On one side, a brunette with a smattering of freckles across her nose lay sprawled, one leg thrown over his, her breaths deep and rhythmic. On the other, a redhead with emerald eyes watched him with a knowing smile, her hand gently stroking his chest.



The brunette stirred, stretching her arms above her head and revealing a canvas of tattoos that danced along her arms and disappeared beneath the sheets. She leaned in to kiss him, her breath sweet with the aftertaste of mint. "Good morning," she murmured. The redhead, not to be outdone, snuggled closer, her breasts pressing against his side as she nibbled on his earlobe. "You okay?" she whispered, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down his spine.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

Lin-Manuel sat up, the sheet slipping away to reveal his naked form, the reality of the situation crashing into him like a wave. He raked his fingers through his hair, trying to piece together the puzzle of the previous night. The whiskey had been a bad idea, but the company had been... intoxicating. The redhead took his hand in hers, her touch reassuring as she began to recount the evening's events. "You were amazing," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've never felt so... open."





With a gentle tug, she brought his hand to her chest, cupping one of her firm breasts. The warmth and softness of her skin sent a jolt of arousal through him, despite his hangover and the weight of his conscience. She guided his thumb to her nipple, and it beaded under his touch. He could feel her pulse quicken, the throb of desire echoing through her body. The brunette watched, her eyes dark with lust as she licked her lips, reaching over to trace a line from his neck to his collarbone with her finger.



"We could always work up an appetite first," she said, her voice low and seductive, her eyes never leaving his. The redhead's hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, and down to his cock, which was already beginning to stir at the thought of their morning rendezvous. They were both so alluring, so eager for him, and he found it difficult to resist their siren's call. He felt a thrill of excitement, a dangerous cocktail of lust and guilt, swirling in his stomach.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

But as the brunette reached for him, Lin pulled away two steps, his hand flying to his ring finger where his wife's first initial was inked in a small, delicate script. "I can't," he said, his voice thick with regret. "I'm happy. I'm married."



The brunette giggled, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "You fucked me with that same finger last night," she teased, tracing the outline of his wedding band with the tip of her finger. The redhead looked up at him with a knowing smile, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "It's just a bit of fun, Lin," she murmured, stroking him gently. "You're a good man, a good dad. You're allowed to make a mistake."



But as the words left her lips, they sounded hollow to him. He knew that he'd crossed a line, one that he never thought he'd dare to approach. He pulled his hand away, the warmth of her skin leaving a cold void. "I don't remember," he said, his voice cracking. "The whiskey... I don't remember what happened."

 

[Lois supermarvel]

The redhead sat up, her eyes filled with understanding. She leaned in and kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his goatee. The tender gesture sent a shiver through him as she made her way to his mouth, her kiss a gentle promise that she wasn't there to judge or to make him feel small. "It's okay," she whispered. "You don't have to remember everything to know you enjoyed it."



The brunette followed suit, her kiss lingering on his neck, her breath hot against his skin. Her hand trailed down to his thigh, and she began to gently caress it, her fingertips dancing closer and closer to his growing erection. He felt himself getting lost in their combined touch, the guilt momentarily drowned out by the sweet promise of pleasure.



Their kisses grew more insistent, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as if seeking answers to the questions their words had left unspoken. The brunette straddled him, her softness pressing into him as the redhead moved to kiss along his chest, her teeth grazing his nipple before taking it into her mouth. He gasped, the sensation sending a shockwave of need through his body.



Sensing his wavering resolve, the redhead slid down the bed, her mouth following the line of his abs until she reached the base of his cock. She took him in her mouth, her lips tight and wet, her tongue swirling around the tip as she looked up at him with those piercing emerald eyes. The brunette leaned over, her breasts brushing against his face as she kissed him deeply, her hand joining the redhead's to stroke his shaft.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

Lin-Manuel felt his body respond, his erection growing stronger with every touch, every kiss. He was torn between the love for his wife and the raw, primal need that these two women were expertly coaxing out of him. His hands found their way to the brunette's hips, pulling her closer as he kissed her with a hunger that surprised even himself. She ground against him, her wetness coating his stomach, and he couldn't help but push his hips up to meet her, his cock nudging against her inner thigh.



The brunette took the cue, sliding down until she was eye-level with his thick, hard cock. She licked her lips, a wicked smile playing on her mouth, and then without a word, she positioned herself over him. He felt the warm, wet heat of her as she took him in, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on his length, her walls gripping him tight. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of guilt and pleasure that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.



"You don't need a condom with me," she purred, her voice a siren's call to his carnality. "I want to feel all of you, Lin." And with that, she began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that had him gripping the sheets. He watched as her tattoos danced with every thrust, her eyes never leaving his, her expression one of pure desire and challenge.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

The redhead took this as her cue to slide behind him, her warm hands gliding over his back, her nails digging in just enough to remind him of her presence. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her breath hot and moist as she described all the naughty things she wanted to do to him next. The combination of the brunette's tight embrace and the redhead's sultry whispers was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.



With every stroke, every deep moan, every gasp for air, Lin-Manuel felt himself slipping further into the abyss of his own desire. The brunette's pussy was a velvet vice, tight and wet, her movements growing more urgent with every passing moment. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "You know you want this." And he did. Oh, how he wanted it.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

The brunette's hips picked up speed, her breasts bouncing with every bounce, and Lin couldn't help but reach up to squeeze them, to feel her flesh in his hands as she took him deeper and deeper inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain that seemed to anchor him to the bed, to the moment. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth opening in silent cries that seemed to echo the storm brewing in his own chest.



The redhead's hands moved to his ass, her nails digging into his flesh as she whispered, "You can do it, baby. Give it to her." Her breath was hot on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust, the rhythmic thud a bass line to their symphony of desire. The brunette leaned back, her hands planted firmly on his chest, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her climax.



Then, with a final, deep gasp, they both reached their peak, their bodies tensing and releasing in perfect harmony. He felt the warm rush of his release fill her, the sensation so intense it was almost painful, and she threw her head back, her eyes wide with pleasure as she rode the wave of her orgasm. For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breaths and the sound of their bodies slapping together.

 

[Lois supermarvel]

As they both came down from the high, Lin felt a mix of emotions - relief, exhilaration, and a deep sense of guilt that he couldn't ignore. The brunette collapsed onto his chest, her breathing heavy and her heart racing. He could feel her heartbeat through her breasts, a strange comfort amidst the chaos of his thoughts. The redhead kissed the back of his neck, her hand still wrapped around his cock, now softening in the aftermath of their passion.



"You don't have to feel so guilty, Lin," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not the first man to stray, and you certainly won't be the last." The brunette nodded in agreement, lifting herself off him to lie beside him. "And with us," she added with a mischievous grin, "you're not just getting one mistress; you're getting a package deal."

 

[Lois supermarvel]

The redhead straddled his legs, her green eyes locking with his. "What we have here," she said, her voice a purr, "is something special. Two women who adore you, who want to make you feel like a king. How many men can say that?"



The brunette propped herself up on one elbow, her breasts jiggling slightly. "It's like having a secret garden of pleasure at your disposal," she said with a wink. "And who doesn't love variety?"



Lin-Manuel looked at both of them, feeling torn. The idea of a "mistress" was foreign to him, let alone two. But as they lay there, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of passion and understanding, he couldn't deny the allure. He was a man, after all, with desires that even his loving wife couldn't always satiate. And here he was, the object of desire for two stunningly beautiful and sexually adventurous women.



The brunette, noticing his internal struggle, placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "You're not a bad person for this," she said softly. "You're just... human." Her words were like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, soothing his burning conscience. "Think about it," the redhead added, her eyes never leaving his. "You get to have your cake and eat it too. We're not asking for your heart, just a little slice of your time."



Lin-Manuel took a deep breath, his eyes flicking between the two of them. He felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, a peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. The weight of his guilt was still there, but it was now tempered by the warmth of their bodies and the sweetness of their words. He nodded slowly, the corners of his mouth curling into a small smile. "Okay," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay."