Writing Lucaya smut because I'm exhausted but couldn't sleep because I'm… sick. Urgh. It's been five days into this new year and already I'm sick?! Fuck this shit. I might just make this week a smut week and write only smut. My mind's not working right. I'm kind of in a smut reading/writing mood to cheer myself up because I'm not feeling too well :( *sigh* Make sure you loves cover up if it's cold where you are! Stay warm and safe! I don't want any of you to have to get sick and spend your break (if you're still on break) stuck in bed becoming snot monster.
This has been requested by the lovely Hasty Hastings and a sweet Guest on Love and War since probably Aug or September! Lucaya first time prequel based on the line "I already gave my virginity to Lucas a month ago because I love him" from Caught In the Act. Thank you for your requests! Decided to make it a mini fic (10 or less chapters), and I decided to experiment writing more "realistic" where they don't totally know what the hell they're doing. So if you feel awkward at any point in this story, I did my job hella right ;3 (And my goal is to make at least two people feel awkward at least once in this story lol)
This story starts off fairly tame as far as a lemon goes lol, but will end up not so. Warning you now it will get as bad as Stranded ahahah. Also, they're 17-18. This is also sloppy because I need to get faster at writing these smut scenes lol! Practice practice practice!
Rated M for Maturated And Ripe For The Picking (eww… goddamn wtf)
Enjoy, loves!
Disclaimer: I don't own GMW, and it's good that I don't because well… I'm an unapologetic perv as you can see. The show wouldn't be allowed on Disney, I can tell ya that much. (Lol Maman thinks it's a problem that I don't get embarrassed writing or reading smut or erotic literature.)
"Lucas," Maya sighed breathlessly. "We should work on the project…"
"Later," he murmured, his hands trailing up under her top and sliding across the smooth skin of her back.
He reclaimed her mouth, sensually running his hands down her sides and gripping her ass. Maya dragged her leg up his, hooking it on his hip to pull him closer, loving the feeling of his body pressed up against hers. Goosebumps erupted on her skin when his hand ran slowly up and down her thigh.
This had been happening more frequently than Maya would have liked to admit. Times when Lucas came over to work on homework or projects always ended with them on her bed, their bodies helplessly entangled as they made out. There was a fire raging between them that was becoming more and more impossible to staunch out, a fire that continued to build each time they were alone.
She didn't know where her shorts had gone or how his shirt had disappeared so fast for that matter, but she knew if they didn't stop this soon, they would be going further than they originally intended. Not to mention all the homework that had to be finished that they had tossed off her bed, hopelessly discarded after he'd kept dropping lingering kisses to the back of her neck, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts. Before she knew it, there they were, slowly losing their clothes as each minute passed.
Lucas' fingers trailed up her back, toggling with the clasp of her bra as he unclipped it, sucking on her lower lip before letting it go with a vulgar grin. She moaned, letting him roll her underneath him as he kissed a path down her jaw to her neck, nipping her, licking the underside of her jaw. Maya shifted, hooking her other leg around his hip, running her hands down the strong, muscular planes of his chest to his hips, tugging him down so they were more firmly pressed against each other. She shivered when the thick bulge of his arousal made contact with her core and arched her hips up, trying to feel more of him against her.
She craved the connection. Her body was feverish with heat, burning up each time he sucked on a sensitive part of her neck. She wanted to feel him everywhere. It wasn't like she'd never made out with Lucas, but this time her body was burning up uncontrollably to his touch. Everything was sensitive, sharp and intense.
Lucas pushed his growing erection against her core, thrusting his hips against hers slowly. Maya stiffened at the same time he inhaled unevenly, and they stopped entirely.
"Shit. We should probably stop…" Lucas muttered, lifting his head and meeting her gaze, his eyes scorching with heat. "Before we go too far."
"Yeah." Maya breathed out, though electricity was raging through her body and the only thing on her mind was how much she wanted Lucas' hands and mouth touching her. Caressing her. Making her feel fire in ways she'd never felt before. She licked her lips nervously as she gazed into his heady sea-foam eyes. "We need to work on the project."
He nodded, his gaze darkening when she nervously licked her lips again.
She curled an arm around his shoulders, her fingers threading into his hair as she brought him back down and captured his lips. His tongue slipped between her lips, erotic and pervasive as it tangled with hers. His hand glided up her torso beneath her shirt, and Maya's breath hitched when he cupped her breast, rolling a sensitive nipple between his fingers. She arched her hips up, wanting nothing more than to feel more of the delicious heat from him.
Maya bit back a moan, her face flushing as he kissed a languid path down, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck. She was overwhelmed by everything that was happening to her body. It was too intense, too much, and Maya found herself gasping for breath as she grew lightheaded.
She was turned on beyond belief, no thoughts at all of stopping this insanity in her mind. Lucas lowered himself closer to her, the muscles of his arms straining to hold himself as they continued their slow grinding against each other, gaining a bit of speed in their rhythm with each thrust. The friction of his jeans against her most sensitive spot was making her dizzy with want. There was an intense fire between her legs as he continued to rock against her centre, pleasure flooding her body.
"Oh my God…" Maya said, breathing harshly, her hips rising urgently to meet each of his thrusts. "Don't stop… "
Maya whimpered, clutching his back, her head thrown back against her pillows as they became a bit more frantic in their desire to get themselves off. Maya was so close to coming. She could tell Lucas was close too with the way his eyes were squeezed shut as he concentrated, his motions a little uneven and breathing jerky and rough.
"Maya, I think I'm going to come." Lucas groaned. "Fuck…"
"Lucas harder…" she panted, squeezing her eyes shut as her toes curled in pleasure. "Just… Oh God…"
Their lips met urgently, his pervasive kiss nearly driving Maya insane as his tongue found hers, seductively dancing with hers as she clung to him, her hands splayed on his back as they rocked against each other.
The fire pooling in her abdomen grew, a coil tightening immeasurably as Maya fought the urge to scream. She could barely breathe. Not with the way he was angling his hips, grinding his erection against her. She was dripping wet with desire, punctuated gasps leaving her mouth every time she felt his hard male heat against the juncture between her legs. Lucas' arms were shaking with effort; he was clutching the covers beside her head so tightly, his knuckles nearly turned white.
It felt so amazing and she was trying to keep it together, but she could feel herself falling apart at the seams as her body struggled to keep up with the sensations she was experiencing. She knew all she needed was just a little more, and she would be driven over the edge.
Then the sound of keys hitting a counter suddenly burst the cloud of lust they were firmly nestled in. They froze, stopping their motions entirely, their breathing harsh and uneven as they craned their ears to listen out for more noise. Sure enough, there was some distant humming coming from down the hallway.
"Lucas." Maya pushed against his shoulders. "Shit, I think my mom is home."
"I know," he growled against her neck, sounding strained.
"Yeah, so get the fuck up, Huckleberry. If she finds us, your ass is cooked."
He lifted his head and looked at her, and Maya almost felt bad at the slight despair in his gaze. But there was no way she could let this continue.
"Maya, I'm so close," he nearly whined, looking so pained that Maya reached up and stroked his cheek softly. "I thought you said she wouldn't care that we make out and shit."
"She won't care. But she'll tell Shawn if she sees us, and he's who you should watch out for. He already doesn't like that we're dating." She rose a brow. "You seriously think we're going to continue when my mom is home? She might be Kooky Katy, but you've seen how shrewd she can be. She'll know."
"Maya! I brought takeout! Does Lucas want to stay over for dinner?" they heard Katy ask from down the hall.
"He already left, Mom!" Maya called out. "I'll be out in a minute!"
Lucas' brows rose.
"See?" Maya hissed. "She already assumed you'd be around. Get off."
She gave him a pointed look, and Lucas groaned low under his breath, getting off of her with a grimace. It took all of Maya's willpower not to grab him and pull him back down for another kiss as she stared at the overwhelmingly sexy muscles of his biceps, the ridges of his abdomen, jeans riding low on his hips from what they'd been doing. The evidence of his arousal. Maya felt heat dance between her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably, hoping he couldn't see the slight stain of fluid that was beneath her hips. She would definitely have to hop in the shower to finish up after this. Lucas caught her staring and a smug smirk lifted the corner of his lips.
"We don't have to stop, you know?"
"No. You're going home." Maya asserted, though she forced her gaze on the floor as she hopped off her bed to find her discarded shorts. "Now. We're not about to get caught."
And Maya's eyes widened as she suddenly came to realize exactly why she was frantically trying to get Lucas out of her room even though they didn't normally try to hide their relationship. As she realized what they had actually been doing not a few minutes before. Where they had clearly been headed. They'd almost gotten themselves off dry humping for goodness sakes, it didn't take a genius to figure out. And now she was forcing him to leave like a secret boyfriend or a dirty little secret because her mother would know.
"Fine." Lucas said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, sounding resigned, his gaze clinging to her backside as she stooped to pick up her discarded shorts. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
She nodded numbly, though her eyes were lingering on his crotch and his erection.
"What are you going to do about… you know?" Maya asked, gesturing to the front of his jeans.
He gave her a look.
"No, you dork. I know what you're going to do." Maya rolled her eyes. "I meant, how are you going to get home when you have that problem?"
Lucas sighed. "I don't know. Find a public bathroom or something and get it out? You're killing me, Maya."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said you already left."
He walked over and leaned down, kissing her softly and sliding his arms around her waist with a smile.
"It's okay, Shortstack. I would have kicked you out too."
Maya snorted, leaning up and pressing a lingering kiss to his mouth again.
"Good luck," she murmured against his lips, resting her hands on his arms. "Now get out of here already."
Lucas climbed out of her window, grunting in slight discomfort as he took his time to get out. Once she'd peeked out the window and made sure he was no longer there, Maya exhaled shakily, running a hand through her hair and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she sank to the floor. She couldn't get the memory of the dizzying sensations out of her mind.
But that wasn't why she was starting to feel prickly, goosebumps rising on her flesh and body stiff. She was suddenly feeling incredibly anxious because she knew what they had been spiraling towards. What they would have ended up doing had her mother not come home when she did.
Without a doubt, Maya knew they would have had sex that night.
And suddenly, she grew scared.
