Written for Mireille. You owe me money, yet you dare blackmail me into writing some terrible, half-assed smut? We shall see who has the last laugh, my dear. We. Shall. See.
A/N: Just one of my headcanons for future Lucaya (sex in school in the janitor's closet. Ages are roughly 17-18, just fyi). I HAVE NO REGRETS.
Rated M for Mmmmm... Pervy Smutty Goodness
Enjoy! And remember folks: it's A OK to be a Grade A perv! I know I'm one!
Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own GMW, because hotdamn, if I did, all you would be seeing is Lucas and Maya screwing on desks and against walls and shit when they get older. (and banging in locker rooms and fucking in cars)
Lucas sits in 3rd period, bored out of his mind during the lame video their class is being subjected—forced—to watch. Now that his distraction from the movie isn't sitting in front of him, he has no option but to watch the film.
Maya had left class a little bit earlier, citing not feeling well and having to go to the nurse's office. Naturally, Lucas had been surprised by her sudden request to their teacher. She had seemed fine a few moments ago and before class, if not a little fidgety.
So when Lucas receives a text from Maya, he automatically gets worried. Can you blame him? Maya isn't the type to leave class for anything. She'll sleep through a class, eat through a class, text and play games all through a class, but leave a class? That isn't in her usual realm of actions.
janitor's closet in the history hall. now.
He excuses himself politely from class, making some quick excuse about needing to use the restroom and heads to the hall closet she mentions, all the while wondering why she is in the janitor's closet when she requested a pass to the nurse's. He checks for anyone in the hall and opens the door, expecting to see Maya looking sick or tired. Instead, he opens the door to a red-faced, groaning Maya leaning against the wall, legs spread far apart, hand down the front of her skirt, stroking herself and trying to get herself off.
He's pretty sure his jaw cannot drop any lower. He's also pretty sure that he must be conked out on his desk and having one of his wet dreams because there is no way he just walked in on Maya masturbating.
"Maya, what the hell are you doing?"
Without prelude, she turns to him in a flourish, grabs his collar, yanks him down, and gives him an absolutely filthy kiss. It's wet and dirty and absolutely loaded with innuendo with the way she slides her tongue between his lips and demands dominance. Caught off guard, Lucas can do nothing but follow her lead, stumbling forward as she tugs him further into the room. When she finally pulls away with a crude pop, they're both breathing heavily and the only thing he can register is the fact that all the blood in his head is traveling straight south. And she knows it too, because those ruby red lips of hers tilt up into that devious smirk he'd always imagined she would wear right before she sucks him off.
And he knows he's in trouble.
"Maya?"
She pushes him backwards, nails pressed against his chest until the back of his knees hit the chair resting against the wall and he falls unceremoniously into it. The devilish curl of her lips makes him swallow nervously, especially when she slowly trails her hands down his chest, past his abdomen, and even further down until they're hovering over his belt.
"Maya." He starts, ready to stop this. He has no idea what the hell she's doing or what she's planning to do.
"Shhh…" she cuts him off, flashing him a racy look with those smoky baby blues. Heat pools in his crotch and he becomes very aware of the fact that his pants have become uncomfortably tight. She unhooks his belt buckle and unbuttons the clasp of his pant before rolling down the zipper, in the process letting her knuckles brush against the bulge in his boxers. Lucas releases a little growl, already feeling his control start to slip.
"I just need a little release…" she licks her lips vilely, her eyes zoning in on his erection.
"Maya what the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
He is absolutely shocked at her actions. He knows it's right up Maya's alley for a quick rendezvous in the janitor's closet of all places, but he'd expected after school. Not during school and in the middle of a class no less.
"Look Sundance. I'm horny as hell, and I just want to be fucked." She says, hiking up her skirt and straddling his lap. "So shut the hell up and fuck me."
There's something disparaging to be said about students who have no self-control and participate in illicit debauchery on school premises—Lucas is pretty sure there's some rule against it, anyhow—but all thoughts fly out the window when she rolls her hips sharply and grinds herself against him.
They both pause for a moment, Maya unable to help her sharp intake of breath and dropping her head onto his shoulder. Lucas grabs her hips with a long moan, leaning his head back against the wall and fighting to retain control. She can feel him pushing insistently against her, hard and thick and hot, and he can feel how warm, wet, and willing she is through the thinness of her panties. It takes him a lot longer to recover than he would like, and he is suddenly left with only the thought of when the last time he'd gotten laid was.
"Fuck…" he chokes brokenly, waves of pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. "Maya, I don't have a condom."
"Pill."
It's her only response before she attacks his mouth again, tongue hot and unrelenting and wrestling with his for dominance. She kisses like he expects, brutally with intent. Lucas slides his hands over her ass and pulls her closer, pressing himself against the wet warmth above him. She gasps into his mouth and meets his heady gaze, mentally asking for confirmation. He nods stiffly, and Maya slides her hands between them, freeing him from the confines of his boxers. She has a predatory smirk on her lips and a hungry gleam in her eyes, and the heat between her legs nearly drives him insane.
She takes his length in one hand, pushes aside her panties in the other and guides him to her opening before sinking down on him and burying him as deep inside her as he can possibly go. They both let out strangled moans, the feeling of being filled and of absolute warmth overtaking them almost completely. She's incredibly tight and squeezing him like a vice and it's all Lucas can do to keep from coming right then and there. But he gets a grip and gets with Maya's rhythm, gripping her hips tightly and matching her motions with each of his small thrusts.
She's aggressive and wild, and she's fire and unrelenting passion. She rides him with everything she has, mewling in pleasure, hands clawing at his shirt on his chest. Lucas grits his teeth, hissing in pleasure when she shifts her hips and everything is tighter. She's intoxicating, and he can't get enough of the way her walls contract erratically around him.
He's vaguely aware of the 3rd period bell going off somewhere in the back of his mind, but he couldn't give two fucks. The only thing he can pay attention to is Maya's breathless pants and gasps against his ear, their ragged breathing, and the way their overheated bodies rock together with each thrust.
"Does that feel good?" he growls against her neck.
"Yes…Oh God yes…" she moans in his ear, rocking her hips jerkily.
He can tell she's on the verge of losing it. Her eyes are closed tightly in concentration, she's biting her lower lip, her hair is cascading wildly around her face, and he can't help but think that she is so unbelievably fucking beautiful. He knows she's just on the brink, so he slides one hand in between them and pinches her clit with his fingers.
She unravels in front of him, coming hard with a high pitched keening, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. It drives him over the edge and with a low groan, he closes his eyes as he reaches his own release. She pulses around him and twitches, sucking him in further and milking him for all he's worth as he spills into her.
Her legs are trembling when she comes down from her high, and he just holds her as they try to catch their breath, bodies still overheated and chests heaving. Lucas' head falls back against the wall and he chuckles lightly, still a little shocked that that just happened.
"You good?" he gives Maya's hips a little squeeze when she falls against his chest, her head remaining in the crook of his neck.
He feels her nod, and she wraps her arms loosely around his neck. Her fingers play gently with the soft hairs on the nape his neck, just letting him sway her lightly side by side while she tries to slow her racing heart rate. He decides he rather likes this side of her, sex-satisfied and soft and cuddly.
Maya finally takes a deep, shuddering breath and pulls away, stepping off his lap and dislodging herself from him with a wet squishing that sends a small twitch to his cock. The sudden loss of contact makes her wince minutely, and she grimaces when she can feel the cum starting to drip down her leg. She rearranges her soiled panties and pulls her skirt back to its appropriate position while Lucas tucks himself back into his pants.
"Good job, Lucas." she breathes out, flashing him a pleased smile.
She looks very satiated and has a light, rosy blush painted on her cheeks. Lucas can't help but grin a little smugly in pride when he sees her legs shake a bit in effort to stay standing.
"C'mon." he stands and takes her hand, leading her out of the janitor's closet. "Let's get out of here."
He knows they both look rumpled, and their clothes are in disarray, and Maya is walking funny, and they probably smell like they just had sex, but he's pretty sure fourth period is about to begin and they need to get to their class. He hopes no one will particularly notice or suspect anything.
And when Lucas and Maya step out into the hallway, they are met with the inquisitive and shocked (and disgusted and amused, he notes) faces of about fifty-two students and teachers, all staring at the two of them like they have just lost their damn minds. Apparently, they'd made too much noise and drew a crowd. Lucas sees Riley standing somewhere in the back of the pack, giving them both a wide smile and double thumbs up. And there's Mr. Matthews looking like he's about to castrate Lucas.
"Mr. Friar! Ms. Hart! I want the both of you in my office immediately!" The principal bellows, his face burning red.
Maya snorts in amusement, and Lucas normally would want to crawl into a hole and die for getting caught fucking in a janitor's closet of all places. But at the moment, he couldn't care less because Maya doesn't let go of his hand as they walk to the office. And he'll probably get suspended for having sex in school, but it doesn't matter to him.
It was so worth it.