A/N: Holy shit it's been way too fucking long since I posted on here I'm sorry y'all… my motivation for lucaya has been really lacking lately but school is cancelled tomorrow because of snow and I came up with a smutty idea so I plan on staying up to write it. I hope it's a sufficient return and makes up for my absence :) also talking about baseball in this is making me so hyped for softball season jesus christ

Also ps I'm sorry if this is too short or if I'm using the nickname baby too much, I've developed a soft spot for lucaya calling each other babe or baby so fucking sue me for being a total sap idc

ALSO Maya's on the pill in this so don't get on me for the lack of protection, it's too annoying to work in the putting on of a condom when writing smut. But irl USE CONDOMS KIDS

Summary: Maya and Lucas had been dating for a few months, and had only started sleeping together a few weeks before. Maya had been too timid to try being a top so far, but when Lucas gets injured in baseball and can't hold himself above her anymore, Maya is forced to go outta her comfort zone. RATED M. SMUT. I have no apologies.

"Go Patriots!"

Riley cheers loudly from her seat on the bleachers, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice louder. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and the boys varsity baseball team had a game against one of Abigail Adams High's rivaling schools. Maya, Farkle, Isadora and Riley had come to support Lucas and Zay, like they always did when they had home games. Maya, Farkle and Riley were sitting side by side while Izzy sat in front of them, leaning back on Maya's knees.

Farkle and Riley had both decked themselves out in the school's red and blue colors like they did for every game, while Izzy and Maya didn't try nearly as hard. Maya had on one of Lucas's team hoodies, one that was way too big for her and had 'Friar' written across the back. Izzy, on the other hand, just wore a red raincoat; a can of coke in her hand as she looked bored out of her skull.

Maya watches as the Abigail Adams team takes the field after batting their half of the inning, and she cheers with a smile as she watches Lucas jog to his spot at shortstop. Zay takes his place at third, the rest of the team spreading out as well. Lucas spots Maya in the crowd and smiles at her boyishly, shooting her a wink before turning to the guy stepping up to bat.

"Wow, did Lucas really just wink at you?" Farkle scoffs mirthfully, "You two are truly nauseating."

"Oh, he did? That's so cute! Why do I always miss it when you two are being cute?" Riley grins, Maya chuckling with a small eye roll. "D'you think he'll do it again? Or will you wink back?"

"Don't get too sappy, Riles," Maya smiles softly at the brunette, "Lucas is the doof here, not me. Don't count on a wink."

"I know you're not the romantic type peaches, I just love seeing you two being all cute and coupley. It's so adorable." Riley gushes, Maya chuckling softly.

It had been December of their Junior year when Lucas and Maya finally got together after years of dancing around each other, and their friends had been more than happy about it. Maya had always been worried about hurting Riley by being with Lucas, but the more and more Riley realized her feelings for Farkle, the less she cared about Lucas. Maya had refused to go after Lucas until she had Riley's blessing, and once she got it, he had been waiting for her the whole time.

While it was now spring of their Junior year and they had been dating for a few months, they had only slept together for the first time about two weeks ago. Lucas didn't seem to think much of it, but Maya had been keeping to herself the reason she held out from him. She had waited so long because of how insecure she was about her body. Her pale skin, her 5'0 height, her flat chest—all things that she was endlessly worried about being judged by Lucas. He didn't seem to notice any of those things; every word he said while they were doing it being some murmur about how beautiful she was or how much he loved her; but she still felt self conscious nonetheless.

Maya had become pretty comfortable with laying below Lucas and letting him do the work whenever they did it, however she was completely scared that one of these days he'd want her to take charge and she'd make a complete ass of herself (and not the kind of ass Lucas was so fond of). She felt awkward in her skin, like any move she'd make would be a wrong one, and she found herself hoping that Lucas would be comfortable with sticking in the missionary position. And considering how shockingly good he was in bed, she wasn't worried about getting bored on her end. It was like he got better every time.

"Stepping up to bat for the Rams is Thomas Smith, a Senior playing first base." The announcer says over the loudspeakers, people from the other school cheering as he steps up to the plate. Maya watches Lucas get into a ready stance, his mit brushing against the ground as he watches the batter.

Maya watches intently as the umpire gives the pitcher the okay, the pitcher winding up for the pitch. He releases the ball and it flies towards the catcher's mitt, and just before it can, the batter hits it up into the air.

The crowd starts to cheer, the batter taking off towards first base. Maya sees the pop fly start to fall just a bit behind Lucas, and Lucas runs a little ways behind him to catch the ball, his eyes glued up at it as it falls through the air. However it isn't long until Maya notices the lanky Freshman center-fielder running towards the ball as well, his eyes glued up on it in the sky to the point where he doesn't even notice Lucas going for it as well.

"I got it!" Lucas yells aloud to his teammates, not noticing the Freshman behind him. However the Freshman notices him as he yells this, glancing down and seeing Lucas in front of him, however it's already too late.

Just as Lucas catches the ball, he backs into the center-fielder, tripping over his ankle and falling backwards into the grass. Maya stands up worriedly, and she swears she can see his wrist bend diagonally.

"Oh, fuck." Izzy lets out, the rest of the crowd letting out collective murmurs as Lucas stays on the ground, clutching his wrist.

Maya watches as the Umpire and Lucas' coach run over to him, Lucas still on the ground, however as soon as he sees them running towards him, he puts up his mitt to show the Ump that he caught the ball. The crowd laughs and the Ump turns around, calling the batter out and receiving a cheer from the Abigail Adams side of the bleachers.

Maya sees as Lucas immediately then drops his glove, and she furrows her brow worriedly when she sees him bend over, rocking back and forth in pain.

"I'm going down there." Maya states, starting to step past people on the bleachers, ignoring stares being shot her way as she makes her way down.

"Maya, you're not allowed to—" Izzy starts, but Maya cuts her off.

"I'm going down there." Maya repeats, not looking back as she gets to the ground and walks hurriedly to the dugout.

Maya steps into the dugout to get onto the field, before a voice stops her.

"Hey, hon you can't go out there." The assistant coach says from behind her. "What're you, his girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I am." Maya says breathily. "Why can't I go out there? He's hurt."

"It's just regulations. Look, he's coming back in," The assistant coach says as the crowd starts to applaud Lucas' recovery, and Maya looks up to see Lucas walking back towards the dugout, holding an ice pack over his wrist with a sour expression. The coach walks beside him, a hand on his back as they step towards the dugout.

"You got him, Maya?" The coach, who Maya knew through Lucas, asks. "I gotta go run the game."

"Yeah, of course," Maya replies, walking up to Lucas and placing a hand on the side of his face. "Hey, honey, what happened?"

"They think I sprained or fractured my wrist. It bent really funny when I went down." Lucas explains, and Maya notices his wrist quivering slightly.

"Alright come on, sit down." Maya says, ushering Lucas to the end of the bench and sitting down beside him. She takes the ice pack off his wrist for a second to look at the injury, cringing as she sees it already starting to swell and bruise. She lets him put back the ice pack, before she turns to the four lowerclassmen guys sitting on the bench. "Hey guys, do you know where a first aid kit is?"

"Yeah, I can grab it," A Sophomore that Maya recognizes from her English class says, getting up and walking over to a shelf in the dugout. He takes out a small red first aid kit, handing it to Maya. She gives him a small thank you, opening it up and finding an ace bandage inside.

"You're lucky I sprained my wrist playing at the park with Riley when I was eight, otherwise I probably wouldn't know how to wrap this up." Maya explains with a small smile, unraveling the fabric bandage and wrapping it around Lucas's wrist, hooking it up around his thumb as well. She takes the metal clips and clasps it to secure it before she gently places it back on Lucas' lap.

"Thanks, baby.." Lucas murmurs, placing a small kiss on Maya's lips.

"Mmhm.. now don't stop icing it. You can't let it swell." Maya replies with a soft smile, Lucas complying.

"But then both my hands are occupied." Lucas pouts as he ices his wrist, Maya furrowing her brows.

"Yeah, what'd you need your hands for?"

"Holdin' you." He replies simply, and Maya can feel the Freshmen boys gag from ten feet away.

"Okay, we can compromise," Maya chuckles softly, gently picking up Lucas' bad wrist and sitting sideways on his lap. He's quick to wrap his arms around her, Maya letting out a small chuckle, "Now give me the ice, Huckleberry."

Lucas hands her the ice pack and she rests his bad wrist in her lap, placing the ice on it herself. "There, now you have a whole free hand."

"I like this compromise.." Lucas says softly with a smile, using his free hand to put on Maya's cheek, kissing her softly again.

"You're clingy when you're injured," Maya smiles against his lips.

"And you're cute when you take care of me." Lucas replies.

"Alright, I think we're nauseating your teammates. Let's watch the game," Maya chuckles quietly, draping one arm over Lucas' shoulders as her other hand ices his wrist. Lucas wraps his free arm around her waist, resting his face against her side and watching the field.

It had been two days since Lucas sprained his wrist at his game, and the whole school was buzzing about how the team lost their star shortstop player dangerously close to the state championship. Lucas had been bummed about it since it happened, which also made him clingier to Maya than usual. He followed her around at school like a lost puppy, only to have her come over after school where he'd just stay close to her and cuddle with her as constantly as he could.

What he hadn't instigated, however, was any 'hanky-panky', as Riley would say. It wasn't that Maya was so absolutely desperate that she couldn't go two days without fucking him, but she was a bit taken aback by how long they had gone without it. And yes, while two days is a normal amount of time to go without sex for any normal couple, Lucas and Maya had practically been fucking like bunnies since they did it for the first time, and the two day hiatus had been noticeable to Maya.

However, it had been a few hours since Lucas got back from the doctor where he was told it was just a sprain, and he'd be good enough to play by the time state rolled around. Maya could tell that this already had Lucas in a better mood. He had been just as clingy to Maya, but he had more energy to him, and he was pretty quick to invite her over after school that day, also conveniently letting her know that his mom would be at work and his sisters had ballet.

So here Maya finds herself, walking into Lucas' room after school, backpack full of homework that they said they'd do (but definitely wouldn't end up doing).

"You want a soda?" Lucas asks as they both set their bags down, Maya kicking off her heeled boots as well.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you have is fine," Maya shrugs, taking off her oversized brown leather jacket and tossing it on the floor.

"Okay," Lucas smiles, stepping closer to Maya, "You look all cute and short when you take your boots off."

"I'm always short," Maya replies, craning her neck to look up at him. "Now how about those sodas, Hopalong? Or d'you need help carrying them 'cause of your wrist?"

"Nah, I can put one under my arm.. Thanks though." Lucas sighs with a grin, briefly taking Maya's face in his hands and planting a kiss on her forehead before letting go and heading to the kitchen. Maya smiles to herself, sitting on Lucas' bed and pulling her sketchbook out of her bag.

She opens it up and works on her latest sketch for a few moments, Lucas soon walking back in with the sodas.

"Thanks," Maya says as Lucas tosses one at her, opening his own and placing it on his bedside table.

Lucas leans back on his headboard, watching Maya sketch for a moment before asking her, "Whatcha working on?"

"Just an idea for AP studio.. I need to start my next big project soon." Maya explains, leaning up against Lucas as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head.

"It looks amazing, as always." Lucas murmurs, his mouth still up against her hair.

"Thanks, baby.." Maya smiles softly, shifting her shoulders around and kissing Lucas softly on the lips. She feels his hand slide up her cheek and into her hair, a rush of warmth washing over her body.

Maya's quick to shut her sketchbook and toss it aside, shifting her whole body to face Lucas as he kisses her, gently yet passionately. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. Maya places both her hands on either side of his neck, and she feels him start to lower her onto her back, and then—

"Fuck.." Lucas pulls away, stretching out his fingers on his sprained wrist.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Maya furrows her brows, sitting upright quickly.

"It's my wrist.. I can't really hold myself up over you or else it hurts like a bitch." Lucas says frustratedly, "Can we try a, uh.. different position?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, like.. You on top?" Lucas smiles boyishly, the idea popping into his head. "We haven't done that before, have we?"

"Yeah, I don't think we have.." Maya says, slightly nervous. "Are you sure you can't just position yourself a little differently?"

"I can't really think of a better way." Lucas shrugs. "And besides, it's easier to just try it this way."

"I don't know, Lucas.." Maya sighs, pushing back her blonde hair. She considers just suggesting they watch a movie, but with him sitting there, looking like that—dark blonde hair tousled and messy, lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, green eyes bright with exhilaration—it was near impossible not to kiss him again.

"Come on, why not?" Lucas smiles softly, softly nudging her knee. "Unless you'd rather do something else, of course."

It's not that, I just.." Maya sighs, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "I don't know.. What to do."

"What do you mean?"

"You always.. Take control. Do the work, I guess.." Maya rambles, "And I'm nervous because I don't think I have any idea what to do. I'll make myself look ridiculous."

"Baby, there is very little you could do to make me think you look ridiculous when we're doing that." Lucas chuckles, leaning forwards and placing a hand on her waist, their faces inches apart.

Maya feels a wave of emotions rush over her body—embarrassment, shame, intimidation, insecurity—but they're all overpowered by the way her stomach drops when he looks at her with those soft green eyes of his.

And then she's breaking the gap between them with a kiss, placing her hands on either side of his neck as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him. She inhales deeply through her nose, draping her arms over his shoulders as he leans back on his headboard. Maya moves onto his lap in one swift motion, tilting her head to the side and kissing him again.

Maya pulls away from his lips to pull his blue long-sleeve shirt off over his head, his toned arms immediately finding the hem of her band tee and pulling it off over her head. He glances at her bare chest for a moment, a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

"No bra?"

"I hardly ever wear a bra, Huckleberry."

"I know, yet it's just as hot every time.." Lucas looks up and murmurs against her lips, grabbing her ass through her skirt with his good hand before kissing her again.

"Lucas, I don't know what to—"

"Just follow my lead.." Lucas says softly, holding her hip and rolling her into him so she grinds into his slowly growing bulge. The two of them let out moans against each other's lips, coils tightening in Maya's abdomen at the incredible sensation.

Maya repeats the motion he made her do on her own, slowly and rhythmically rolling her hips onto him, small pants and moans escaping her lips at the feeling between her legs. Lucas firmly holds her ass, his bad wrist gently holding her waist.

"Fuck, just like that baby.." Lucas says softly, his eyes fluttering closed as his head falls back against his headboard for a moment.

Maya moves a hand down to the zipper on Lucas' jeans, undoing his fly while her face is millimeters away from his. Lucas lets out a sharp inhale when Maya's small hand takes hold of his large size, pulling him out of his jeans.

Maya pushes her black underwear to the side and positions his tip at her entrance, her eyes meeting his in a sultry gaze.

And then she's pushing him inside of her, the both of them letting out synchronized moans as she slowly eases down onto him.

"Fuck, Maya.. You're so fucking tight," Lucas says with a choked groan, his head falling back, his eyes closing tightly, and his grip on her ass tightening.

Maya moans as she fits his entire length inside of her, moving her hand back up and draping her arms over Lucas' shoulders. She can feel herself clenching around Lucas' throbbing dick, the small sensations driving the both of them wild.

"Now what?" Maya asks softly, her eyes linked with his.

"The same thing you were doing before." Lucas murmurs, hardly able to form words with her tightness around his dick. "Do what feels good."

Maya is quick to comply, her body almost doing the work for her. She rolls her hips back and forth, going a bit more up and down than before to take in as much of Lucas' length as she can. Lucas lets out just about the sexiest noise Maya thinks she's ever heard, motivating her to move faster.

"Oh, that's so good baby.." Lucas moans in a voice that makes Maya weak. She arches her back, Lucas holding her close as she rolls her hips on his lap.

Lucas places his lips on Maya's collarbone, softly kissing and nipping at her skin as she moves on his lap, Maya moaning softly at the sensations. She wraps one arm around his shoulders, her other hand tangling itself in the short hair on the back of his head and lightly tugging at his roots. Lucas moves his mouth to in between her breasts, lightly nipping at her skin before kissing it to soothe the bite.

Maya speeds up her pace, placing one hand on Lucas' shoulder and holding onto the headboard with the other, moving her hips farther up and down and with better speed.

"Fuck, baby.. You are so perfect.." Lucas moans, staring up at her with a darkened gaze, placing his hands on her hips and guiding her up and down his length.

"You're so big.. Lucas.." Maya says breathily, changing to more of a rolling motion, keeping the same speed. Her head falls back slightly, before she lets her hair fall over the side of her head.

Lucas looks up at her with love in his pale green eyes, Maya glancing back at him with a soft smile before she looks back down.

"Oh, fuck.." Maya moans, loudly, rolling her hips as swiftly as she can, and she feels herself clenching around Lucas like a vice. "Lucas!"

However her moans seem to be all Lucas can take.

"Screw my wrist.." Lucas mutters under his breath, swiftly using his good arm to flip them over, placing his bad hand on her hip and his good one on the headboard. He pounds into Maya hard enough to leave bruises on her thighs, the headboard banging against the wall as Maya arches her back, letting out a loud moan.

"Shit baby, I'm gonna come," Lucas chokes out, driving into her relentlessly, his movements becoming more and more uneven, Maya's legs tightening around his waist and pulling him as close to her as she can.

"Fuck, Lucas.. Don't stop.." Maya moans, feeling herself near that blissful edge, her eyes closed in concentration as she just needs one more thrust, just one more, just one more..

And then Lucas' hand comes between them, harshly pinching her clit, and he watches her unravel in front of him, a moan escaping from her lips, her body clinging to him as he fucks her. He pounds into her as she comes down from her high, her body twitching and her walls clenching around him as he thrusts into her one last time. Lucas lets out a groan from deep in his throat and Maya feels him spill out inside of her, throbbing against her tight walls.

Lucas lets out one last sigh, rolling off of her and laying on his back.

They both lay there speechless for a few moments, panting and trying to come down from their high.

Maya sees Lucas turn his head and look at her in her periphery, and she looks back at him. They both let out shocked laughs between breaths, before Lucas speaks.

"Jesus Christ. Maya, that was.. Jesus Christ. 'I don't know what to do' my ass." Lucas sputters. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I don't fucking know either." Maya responds. "Maybe if we try again I'll be able to figure it out."

"I like the way you think, Hart.." Lucas grins, pulling Maya towards him as she giggles.